#demon-subdue cave

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#burial mounds #demon subduing cave #setting #scenery #yiling

[spicychickenyang]

Beware: Dad Jokes Ahead

伏魔洞, the name of the Yiling Laozu's den in the Burial Mounds: 伏 means "[to make] prostrate", as well as "subdue", while 魔 is "demon", and 洞 is "cave". To a typical wuxia audience, it would be read as "Demon-conquering cave." But as WWX explains:

只因为我经常在这儿睡觉。有魔头趴在地上睡觉的洞，可不就是伏魔洞？ "It's just because I'm often sleeping in here. A cave where a demon's lying asleep on the floor - is that not a Cave-Where-Demons-Prostrate?"

After sitting on it for nearly a year, it finally occurred to me how to translate this.

Wei Wuxian replied, "Simple. It's just because I sleep in here a lot. It's not the DEMON SLAYING CAVE, it's the DEMON'S LAYING CAVE. Get it?"

#okay I'll take the rotten tomatoes now #wwx don't be modest you can be slaying too #mdzs #chinese translation #puns #wei wuxian

[flamingpudding]

Part 9 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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Pit Demons aren't pets, now stop biting!

Jason sighed as he pulled into the bat cave with his bike. This was the third day in a row now that he was coming back into the Manor now and most likely stayed over again. Steph and Cass were due back from her mission today and Jason knew Alfred was preparing for the Family dinner that was going to happen either today or tomorrow.

Depending if Dick could finally gets Bruce out of his office.

It didn't really matter to Jason though. He was just here to… well he didn't know either but he knew that he was trying to keep an eye out for the little biter. Even if he had to deal with Timber being frustratingly annoying with the whole ghost cult thing.

So what if he could read what they claim to be squiggles. Not that he could prove otherwise, because all he saw was perfectly readable letters. Thankfully he had gotten Tim off his back for some time as he went to deal with something in Crime Alley.

He checked the group chat and scowled.

Apparently the entire Manor was in a state of chaos and Demon Brat was dragging Duke around the entire manor to have him use ghost vision to find the little shit. Not that it was helping since the last update was from 15 minutes ago and apparently the light path Duke had followed ran into a wall.

He looked over to the Batcomputer to find Tim going through the security footage. The other hadn't even so much spared Jason a glance so far too focused on trying to find how the kid could have disappeared from Damian's room without any of them noticing. Alfred and Demon Brat had put down the kid for a nap in Damian's room despite having a room prepared for the little biter and when Damian checked on the kid after doing his school work he found the kid gone.

"Still nothing on the kid?"

"Nothing, it's like the kid vanished into thin air. Not even the sensors in Damian's room picked anything strange up that could hint at his disappearance."

"I still have bite marks, so he definitely was not a mass hallucination."

Tim glared at Jason and the elder only shrugged. It was probably a bit to soon for that kind of joke. But his brothers weren't the only ones worried.

He wasn't even sure if Bruce knew, considering the last he heard was Dick and the old man having a 'talk' again. Dick was probably leaving the search to them for the moment to deal with whatever problem B was having right now.

"Think someone kidnapped the kid?"

"No. Aside from us, and probably the LoA, no one should know about Danny. The League taking him back wouldn't make sense. Besides why would anyone attempt to kidnap him from the Wayne Manor of all places? Gotham's Kidnappers might be dumb but not that dumb."

Jason sagely nodded in agreement. There was something tugging at the back of his mind but he couldn't explain what. It was like on the first day he had brought the little biter to the batcave. Over his shoulder he glanced into the direction his mind -no, the pit was urging him to go.

The pit had been strangely quiet and subdued ever since he met the kid. Protective of the biter at times but he despite the way Timber had annoyed and pestered him previously, he had not felt his own annoyance swing over into that uncontrollable rage.

There was a suspicion, a working theory. Something he wasn't yet willing to share with the rest of the family, despite the fact that he was sure that they had also noticed. It was a glaring fact that he was staying with them in the Manor despite Bruce being there too.

But until there was more confirmation Jason wasn't going to mention any of his suspicions, not if they could possibly endanger a little kid.

Because if he was right then the little biter was brought back way different than him and could also have some Pit controlling powers. The way his own mental Pit reacted to the boy was most likely proof but also what the other had found out so far. Lazarus water was fucking affecting the kids DNA.

It didn't help that Replacement had mentioned a suspicion that the League had most likely experimented with the kid and the Lazarus water judging by the scars they had discovered.

Someone might have deemed the kid a failure at first or the kid had escaped and somehow found his way to Jason's apartment with him probably being the closest thing to what the kid was.

Maybe the kid could sense him the way he could with his Pit. Shaking his head out of these thoughts Jason focused back at the problem at hand.

"I will check with Alfie, see if he knows any more hiding spaces kids would love to use." He patted his younger brother's shoulder only getting a grumble as answer before turning and going towards the elevators.

But before he could enter he once more glanced at the direction the pit was urging him to go. Hesitating, he looked back towards Timber and then the elevator.

"Fuck it." He muttered and decided to trust that stupid pit instinct or whatever that was, though with a threat in his stomach that once more just like the first time when they had searched through the cave to find the kid, the pit was leading him towards the Lazarus Pit.

Once he realized where he was going he stopped. "I should just fucking get Replacement or Demon Brat to check there." Muttering to himself he stared at the direction he was heading towards. When he found the little shit there before the kid had jumped him, chomping down on his arms.

The kid had only led go of him after he spat out green fucking Lazarus Water. Like what the actual fuck? Jason had pushed that experience as far out of his mind as he could but he was remembering it now again. It had been worrisome but they had chalked that up to the kids' contamination.

But now? Now that the pit in his mind was urging him to go there again? He couldn't help but think that there was more to it. Maybe his own dip in the pit had something to do with the little shits obsession with him?

Letting out a sigh he was ready to turn on his heel and get one of the others to check this area when he suddenly heard childlike laughter. "You are shitting me…"

With a scowl he marched towards the Lazarus Pit only to stop in his tracks the moment it came into view.

The little biter was sitting on the ground by the Pit as green glowing blobby orbs floated around the boy. The boy was poking them saying something, he couldn't really hear from this distance and then laughed. There was a light in his blue eyes that Jason hadn't seen before, a happiness even. It would be a really cute image of the kid playing with some green blobby orbs, if these things weren't probably some sort of dangerous Pit Demons.

Fuck what was he going to do now? If they were dangerous and he startled them the little shit could end up in real danger. So far they hadn't noticed him.

Grumbling while keeping an eye on the laughing boy, he sent a quick message into the chat telling the others little biter was in the batcave by the Lazarus pit. He knew the moment Tim saw the message he would come running, same with Demon Brat.

Despite knowing that was not a cute moment but dangerous, he snapped a picture anyway. Just for the record and to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or something. Because the kid was actually laughing, not hissing, not blankly staring, glaring or watching one of them but actually laughing like a kid his age with a shine in his eyes he hadn't seen before.

Demon Brat can thank him later for that picture, if Jason decides to share it with the others that was.

Echoing steps could be heard behind him and just like he predicted his brothers came running. The kid's laughter instantly stopped when he heard it too and his head snapped towards Jason, eyeing him warily. One of his hands was still stretched out towards one of the blobs, probably to pet it, but had stopped midway.

It was weird how the blobs were also now turning towards him and sort of looked displeased? Were these demons upset that they made the kid stop showering them in affection?

"Danyal!" Damn were they fast if they wanted to. Rushing past him their formerly youngest kneeled by his younger twins side patting the kid down and checking them over. Jason narrowed his eyes. Did Damian not notice the green glowing orbs that were all around the kid?

"So he was here the entire time?!" Timber asked the moment he coughed up, baffled. "How did we miss that?"

"Hey Replacement?" He had to ask, like come on, he couldn't be the only one seeing these green blobby orbs floating around the little biter and now the Demon Brat.

"Do you see-"

"What are these green blobs?"

Duke appeared next to them, clearly worried. Well that at least spared him having to ask that himself. From the corner of his eyes he watched how Tim blinked confused then rubbed his eyes like he was noticing them for the first time.

"Are those?"

"Small Pit Demons." Demon Brat answered them casually, waving one of them away when it got too close to his face. "They used to be around Grandfather's Lazarus Pit all the time. They seem to appear where Pits are and are harmless if you leave them be."

"Wait, you know about them?"

"Of course. They usually stay out of sight but it was not unusual to get a glimpse of them every now and then. Danyal used to point them out when we were younger. I am surprised that none of you ever noticed them before."

"Demon Brat, are you fucking kidding me? We got literally Pid Demons in the Batcave?!" They had fucking Pit Demons in the Batcave because of the Lazarus Pit and the damned brat didn't bother to tell them? What the fuck?

"Blob Ghosts! Not Demons!" The little biter piped up and Jason turned to stare at the kid not quite in disbelief but really? That was what the kid cared about, what they called these things?

"I don't fucking care what they are called. They still come for the fucking pit"

"Uhm…" Oh right all they hear from the kid is chirping or thrilling noises.

"What did Danyal call them?"

"Blob Ghosts."

"Blob Ghosts…" Before he knew it Tim was gone, nose deep in the weird ghost cult book muttering something about a connection between the Pits and that cult. Was he seriously carrying that book around everywhere now?

"Dami, can we keep-"

"No." Where were Dick and Bruce or maybe even Alfred? He did not want to act as the responsible eldest here. Helping Demon Brat sneaking various animals into the Manor to annoy Bruce was one thing but keeping fucking Pit Demons? Hell normally he would be all for it but fuck did he not want to deal with anything that came for the fucking Pits. Nope, this was not his kind of deal.

Apparently the kid didn't like his instant refusal as all he heard was a hiss in warning, followed by the simple command of "Smother him!"

His vision was swarmed with green and not the kind of green that happens when Pit Rage took over. No it was the kind where a lot of green glowing blobby orbs decide to swarm you. He swatted at them like they were flies, sometimes it worked, sometimes he noticed how his hand would go right through them without effect.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

"Danyal!" He could hear Demon Brats scowling tone but he didn't know what it was about until a second later he felt a weight hitting his chest knocking him over.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! GET FUCKING OFF ME!"

There was another hiss and a pain, he was getting familiar with, bloosemed in his right forearm and in between the green blobs he got a glimps of the little shit biting down on is arm a-fucking-gain. Though the kids eyes were blue he could still see a green flickering in them.

"Oh for the love of… Danyal! I told you to stop biting them!"

"Shouldn't we be more concerned about the Pit Demons attacking Jason?"

"Todd will be fine as I said they are harmless. Danyal, I said get off him this instant or I will tell Pennyworth to withhold your snacks."

"I feel like priorities aren't set right here…"

Despite his doubts… Duke still took a picture of the chaos to share with the others later. Dick surely would get a good laugh out of whatever this was.

#danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #damian wayne #jason todd #fanfic #crossover #tim drake #duke thomas #de aged danny #feral danny #danny and damian are twins #dpxdc #dcxdp #unedited #no beta wie die like danny #blob ghosts #No Blob Ghosts were harmed #are blob ghost small pit demons? Maybe #Danny wants to keep the Blob Ghosts #Jason is trying to be responsible for once by saying no #Ghost Kid in Gotham

[babybeel]

— cold shoulder giving them the silent treatment ; req by anon

lucifer marvels at the rarity of your spats, communication between the pair of you clear and efficient. most fights end before they had truly even started. but this time is different, this time is bad. his words had cut deep, casting doubt on your relationship, and his traitorous sin had forced the apology back down his throat despite your pained expression. your silence was fair, your hurt was understandable, the demon justified as he found himself missing the laugh only he could pull out of you. and he hoped your silence would soon come to an end. but then lucifer saw you with simeon. an angel. his old brother. arms linked as you walked back from rad, happiness clear on your expression as you bit back a laugh. in an instant, lucifer is by your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you out of simeon’s way, holding you close with a churning stomach that begged you to not to move away. you humoured him as you returned to the house of lamentation, knowing the battle between his head and his heart. it was in his room - a place familiar to very few - that a tiny “i’m sorry” tumbled gracelessly into the air and you smiled in forgiveness. lucifer’s pride subdued in only that way you could ever cause.

mammon is surprising. more than used to his clingy ways, you’d half expected him to cave when he saw you purse your lips and harden your stare. but instead he let out a harsh scoff and called you “immature.” you turned your head and the treatment continued. each interaction with mammon over the next few days ends with him muttering what a “dumb human” you are under his breath and your heart tugs, wondering just how hard you are to love. a week’s gone by when mammon feels the sting of your absence, emptiness beginning to stir in his chest, and he makes for the casino in all his avoidance. it serves for the best distraction, huge earnings coming his way and he leaves with jangling pockets and a beaming smile on his face. and it’s at his highest does mammon feel the stark contrast of the sadness that seeps through your pact. the jarring sensation has him rushing back to the house, knuckles rapping against your door echoing his pounding heart. bags of grimm are pushed into your hands as soon as you open up, almost more than you can hold, and as you break your silence to whisper a gentle “mammon?” the words fly, “i’m sorry. please don’t think i could ever stop loving you.”

leviathan takes a day or two to mope, missing your easy conversation, your easy touch. he finds solace in his room, surrounded by his figurines and games and aquatic creatures. henry 2.0 is his only true friend, he sulks. but levi can’t stay out of your path at mealtimes. and it’s not long before he notices how you guffaw with mammon, whisper with asmo, grin with belphie. levi feels his sin clutch his heart like a vice, tight and painful and angry. his lips turn down into a frown, stare piercing as he watches you interact with everyone but him. and if envy is anything, it’s bitter and it’s spiteful. levi ignores you with purpose, still making sure he’s in your view as he finally spares a glance to his fanclub and interacts with the pretty demon who had been catching him in the streets, even if only to enlist him into their cult. this time, it’s your heart that clenches harrowingly, heat pricking sharply at your eyes before you’re fleeing back to the house of lamentation and into the safety of your room. your pitiful sobs can be heard from the hallways when levi returns and in a burst of emotion, he storms into your room. “i love you,” he whispers again and again, entire being wrapped around you. and surrounded fully by leviathan, you can’t help but believe him. you truly do.

arguments with satan are few and far between, so when they do occur, they’re explosive and fiery, leaving a thick tension across the entire house. you both take time to yourself, hiding away in your rooms, and it’s only when a week passes that satan truly notices your avoidance. the distance sends sparks of anger blazing through his veins, from his fingertips to his heart, and he hates how desperately he tries to grasp at his slipping control. there’s nothing he wants more than to avoid another fight with you, reminders of the hurt you’d both caused still lodged into his mind, resurfacing in his thoughts at only the worst of times. so instead, satan returns to his room, locking himself away and unintentionally matching your treatment. but it stings - the thought that your boyfriend refused to even see you, and the pain only blooms. at first, satan thinks the knock on his door is beel, who had dutifully been taking dinner to his older brother. but when the remorse and guilt and sorrow floods through his pact, he knows it can only be you. the door opens without another second but your gaze is still averted when you murmur, “i’m sorry, i don’t want it to feel like we’re better off apart.” satan’s eyes grow wide and his words are uncharacteristically rushed as he blurts, “no! i just needed time, i promise. i swear i’ll always love you” and as you finally meet his stare, the warmth that passes through your shared pact lets him know everything’s going to be ok.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #om x reader #om x mc #obey me fluff #obey me angst #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #leviathan x reader #leviathan x mc #satan x reader #satan x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #satans is sooo much longer than the others look away

[jedineedlove]

LMK VS Legend

The Guardians of Knowledge

I know that in the show these two are just call the guardians of knowledge,but after an interesting find i THINK i know who that actually are and if this is true it might make season 5 more interesting or not be effected based on the shows perspective, hope you enjoy.

LMK:

In the show these two dont get much screen time they are not given names either. They act as both guraidns and keeper of knowledge. They have the physical and I've off th evibe at the being. But they actually seem to be more librbains say that knlwe is for everyone you just need a card. (Hilarious)

Thier home the cloud semeing to be a mifcal/techinal connected place out in a desert it very hard to tell its location the cloud glitch and the place has a lot of sand around.

These two look like giants but dont have the size they have the coloring of dmeons but no horn or fangs but they could be hiding it. They where what seems to be elcelai armou but Azure wore some two laonf with Peng and Tusk. so there are dmoens that were with he celasilt and worked for them.

Legend:

Who, I think these two are actually interesting I think they are Qiānlǐyǎn (Thousand-Mile Eyes), and Shùnfēng’ěr (Wind-Following Ears).

Does this seem similar to anyone?

It's very similar to the door of the cloud. Two brothers in a special pose holding golden weapons and wearing golden clothes, One is red while the other is green. "One is usually depicted as a green demon with large all-seeing eyes. He keeps a weather eye on the horizon, scouring the sea for sailors in need of the sea goddess’s assistance." that is the main physcill description of each of them. They don't wear the right headband but that could be explained because the image of the statue is from Taiwan, not China The two are normally depicted wearing "flowing clothing or open armor to show off their muscular physiques. Apart from their divine sashes, they are commonly shown wearing golden armbands, bracelets, and/or anklets, as well as a tiger skin at the waist." These traits appear to be consistent with all other examples I've seen. Some of these missing parts could been the show's decision. Remember I'm just speculation not stating.

Qianliyan is a Chinese sea and door god. He usually appears with Shunfeng'er as a guardian of the temples of the sea goddess Mazu. Qianliyan's sharp vision is employed to help protect sailors at night and during fog and other inclement weather.[12] In some accounts, he is capable of seeing everything in the world. Qianliyan typically appears as a green-skinned demon shielding his eyes from the sun's glare.

Shùnfēng’ěrThe god's role in helping sailors distinguish favorable winds also prompts the translations "Fair-Wind Ears"[3] and "Favorable-Wind Ears" In some accounts, he is capable of hearing everything in the world, no matter how quietly spoken, and was therefore also worshipped as a witness and guarantor of oaths and contracts. Shunfeng'er typically appears as a red- or brown-skinned demon cupping a hand to one of his ears.

Both demons depicted in art have a hand raised to a part of their heads or faces which is also similar to the Guardians of Knowledge Door mural.

History:

The brothers "Thousand-Miles Eye in the disguise of a lovely girl, lures men into a cave and then devours them. When With-the-Wind Ear sees this, he starts a fight with Thousand-Miles Eye, but in the end the two monsters pledge to become sworn brothers. Guanyin, seated on Mount Potala, orders the Dragon’s Daughter to tell Mazu to subdue the monsters. With the heavenly warriors helping her, she was able to defeat the two. After that, the two become her loyal servants. First, they help Mazu fight a man-eating lion, and subdue the Evil Dragon Monster Later down the timeline of their legend they would reach the JTTW.

JTTW:

That's right these two were in the JTTW you might have recognized their names in the being for t eJTTW readers if you remember them great for those who don't they were the ones that announced Wukong or just Stone Monkey at the time of birth they were sent by the Jade Emperor to find out why his place got set on fire from two laser beams. They are depicted as personifications of the Jade Emperor himselfs' own hearing and sight. That was why I was saying it would maybe be entering in season 5 if the Jade Emperor is gone and they are a part of him does that mean that they're gone?

But then again the show might not have gone that route they have changed a lot of the mythology of the original novel. They could have changed that as well I could not see the Jade Emperor personification of two of his senses living on the mortal plane and as kind-loving librarians or ones that play video games.

Notes:

That along with their origins and roles originally based around the sea why in a Desert and Why Librarians, I could see the show editors taking more of the JTTW versions and seeing the beings that personified ears and eyes they must be involved in knowledge right. They can see and hear everything in the world they must be knowledge-based beings.

Also, everyone else in the show so far has some sort of JTTW connection somewhere. The two must follow that formula.

But if I'm right then these two were literally the first ones to see newly hatched Wukong. So many questions.

Thank you

Hope you enjoyed :)

PS: how I thought of this well I was watching VR gameplay of

The Pirate Queen: A Forgotten Legend

And I saw the red and green statues of the two demons and thought "WAIT............ Hold up.........deja vu ......is that you?!"

#sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lmk #jttw #journey to the west #fan thoughts #lmk mk #lego monkey kid theory

[zarinosa]

More about ‘Mangled Macaque!’ (The official name for him! :D)

Mangled Macaque was brutally killed by somebody of a dark origin. Macaque was ripped apart from joint by joint and was left to die. Luckily though, he was left in a mysterious cave and was given immortality from the droplets of the caves water. His body is an elixir of immortality, which is why many demons crave him. A perfect feast fit for the soon to be immortal Demon.

Mangled Macaque cannot feel pain, and cannot die (unless eaten). His body can stretch and bend with his tissue and bones ripping apart and put back together. His outfit though may be revealing, it allows him to move and bend his body in battle. His entire body can be considered a weapon. Able to subdue and attack his enemies in a far range.

Note: He tends to use glamour on his face, and tried to hide the facial scar, as it garners too much attention from the people around him. In private, he would let down the glamour for Wukong, and only Wukong.

As for his mental state, he is quite loony. Due to the experience of his death, he can be childish, but very murderous and crazy at the same time. He would laugh and giggle to himself. A tick that is uncontrollable. He would always point out how cute Wukong is, and would always cup his face. (Every Wukong in any universe will suffer the same fate.)

Wukong is Macaque’s obsession. Macaque always wants to be with Wukong, and would only let his guard down for Wukong. He actually gets insanely jealous when others talk to him. If provoked enough, the person who Wukong talked to would mysteriously disappear the following day. He is a lot better about in in recent days, but his infatuation for Wukong is still quite pungent.

The streets are his favorite place to hang out, despite being very close to PIF, almost a sibling. She would always offer him a home, cloths, food, but he always turns her down due to his stubbornness. He loves to eat rodents and mangos. He would sleep outside on roofs, on trees, or sometimes in boxes. He’s very dirty, and sometimes PIF man handles him into a bath. The real battle is getting him inside.

This is just some random thing I made up, so I hope you guys like it!💜

#lmk #lmk au #lmk fanart #lmk art #macaque #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #monkie kid macaque #lmk monkey king #lmk wukong #lmk sun wukong #monkey king #son wukong #sun wukong #monkie kid wukong #shadowpeach #mangled macaque

[fanficapologist]

Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

One day before the funeral of Jaehaerys. The little body of the lost babe had also been sent to the Sept to be viewed by mourners before the following day, when both bodies would be cremated by the Kings dragon, Sunfyre, on a cliff at the Kingswood. It was a service Maera could not wait for to be over, in order to seek some closure and attempt to move forward in her life.

All members of the royal family were expected to attend the cremation. Helaena was getting frequent visits from Maester Orwyle and seemed able to attend, given she had adequate pain relief to cope with the after effects of losing her child. She was still refusing visitors and, while her screaming fits had ceased, she returned to spending most of her time staring out of the window, muttering to herself as tears streamed down her face.

Even Daeron, the youngest Targaryen brother, would be returning to Kings Landing on dragon-back for the funeral, yet only for a day as his dragon, Tessarion, was a formidable tool in the war effort. What Maera thought was strange was that the children, two year old Maelor and four year old Jaehaera, despite their recent trauma, would also be expected to attend. Maera was sure this was another political ploy from the Hand, but daren’t say anything to the other members of the family.

Hearing reports from her spies, Maera was relieved to know updates about her niece and nephew. Two-year-old Maelor seemed to be recovering swiftly, perhaps due to his young age which shielded him from comprehending the gravity of the situation. Despite being noted as more restless in the evenings, he returned to his usual playful self during the day, seemingly undeterred by the recent events.

In contrast, four-year-old Jaehaera was navigating her recovery differently. The trauma had left a deeper impact on her, rendering her mute and diminishing her appetite. Even her favorite toys and the attempts of her nursery maids couldn't coax a response from her. The profound effects of the ordeal lingered in the silence that enveloped her, creating a stark contrast to the lively and expressive child she once was.

Maera, deeply concerned for Jaehaera's well-being, observed a worrying parallel between the little girl's withdrawal and her mother, Helaena. Seeing Jaehaera cutting herself off from the world ignited a determination in Maera to prevent the child from succumbing to inner demons that echoed her mother's struggles. With a resolute mindset, Maera chose to spend the morning with Jaehaera, determined to coax her out of her shell and ensure that history didn't repeat itself.

On that cloudy autumn day, the beach took on a muted, tranquil ambiance. The sand stretched along the shoreline, softened by the overcast sky. Low tide revealed intricate patterns in the wet sand, remnants of the sea's gentle retreat. In the distance, beach caves stood, their dark openings hinting at hidden mysteries within. The waves, subdued by the season, whispered as they lapped against the shore, producing a soothing melody that echoed along the coastline. The cloudy sky cast a gentle, diffused light, painting the scene with a subdued palette of grays and blues, creating an atmosphere of calm contemplation on the deserted beach.

Maera walked beside little Jaehaera, with a cluster of guards not far behind them, the two figures moving in tandem along the cloudy autumn beach. Holding the small girl's hand, Maera felt a sense of silent companionship. Even though Jaehaera remained reticent, Maera found solace in the fact that the child had agreed to spend this time together. Both were dressed in black mourning dresses that billowed slightly in the breeze, and light cloaks shielded them from the chill of the windy beachfront. The somber attire mirrored the heavy emotions that lingered, yet the quiet unity between them became a source of mutual support amidst the echoes of grief.

Looking back at their footprints in the sand, Maera found the walk to be a healing balm for herself as well. The recent traumatic events, witnessing Jaehaerys' lifeless body and Helaena's heartbreaking loss of the baby, had left her in a state of disarray. Her appetite waned, and the burden of fatigue settled heavily in her muscles. Mood swings, oscillating between fleeting moments of happiness and deep depression, cast a shadow over her usual resilience.

Being near the sea, with the rhythmic sounds of the waves, brought a sense of comfort to Maera. The familiarity of the beach and the reminder of her home in the Rainwood became a source of solace amidst the storm of emotions. The walk along the shoreline provided a quiet respite, a moment for Maera to breathe and find some grounding in the midst of the turmoil that had disrupted the fabric of her usual self.

“Look at the seashells, Jaehaera,” Maera pointed to a collection of shells scattered along the sand. “Do you think we can find one with a little crab inside?”

Jaehaera stayed silent, her gaze fixed on the sand. Unperturbed, Maera continued, “And what about those seabirds? They are so high up in the sky, they look like they could be dragons, don’t they?”

The child remained silent, her eyes flitting between the sand and the distant waves as Maera tried to reach her once again. “Do you like the ocean, Jaehaera? I always find it soothing. It reminds me of my home in Rainwood, and when I was a little girl.”

Jaehaera kept her silence, but Maera didn’t let it dampen her spirits. Undeterred, Maera decided to share a piece of her own story, hoping it might resonate with the little girl.

"You know, Jaehaera," Maera began softly, "when I was just about your age, I lost my two older twin brothers." She paused, observing the child's reaction. Jaehaera's eyes flickered with curiosity as she looked up at Maera. Sensing a spark of engagement, Maera continued, "Laethan and Vaeron. They were a year older than me. We used to play by the beach near Rain House, just like you and I are doing now.”

Jaehaera looked up at Maera, a spark of curiosity in her eyes. Maera went on, “They got sick, sweet girl. A terrible illness called the pox took them away. It was just after my mother had died as well.” The weight of the memories lingered in Maera’s gaze, but she pressed on, sensing a connection forming between them.

Jaehaera’s attention remained fixed on Maera, the silence now a bridge between them rather than a barrier. “It was a difficult time, but I still remember them. When I walk by the sea, I think of them. The sound of the waves, the salty breeze, it is as if they are with me, watching over."

Jaehaera's gaze remained fixed on Maera, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. Maera gently touched Jaehaera's shoulder and spoke gently, "I know you miss Jaehaerys, sweet one. And that is okay. You may find something that reminds you of him, something that will make you smile when you think of him."

Their steps continued along the beach, the rhythmic sound of waves providing a backdrop to the shared moment between Maera and the little girl, both carrying the weight of their losses in their own way.

The pair had ended up on the far side of the shore, near a collection of rocks and caves. Yet Maera found herself drawn to the largest one.The sea cave, carved by the relentless tides, possessed a natural grandeur. Its entrance arched like a gaping maw, revealing the hidden depths within. The jagged rocks surrounding the cave bore witness to the ceaseless dance between the sea and the shore. As Maera and Jaehaera neared, Maera noticed a small group of dragon-keepers gathered near the cave. Their attire and equipment hinted at their profession, with a large stick in hand, sturdy leathers and weathered cloaks designed for the challenges of handling dragons.

Among the group, Maera recognized Vovnik, one of the dragon-keepers she had encountered before, when Ēbrion was first discovered to be residing in the network of sea caves. Vovnik, with a seasoned understanding of dragon behavior, had also deduced that Ēbrion must have dwelled within the caves for an extended period. The dragon’s choice to remain hidden was attributed to its size, similar to Vhagar, which would have drawn attention if it ventured beyond the shadows of the caves.

The dragon had departed from its island home for reasons unknown, now choosing to linger on the shoreline of the Capital. The dragon-keepers closely monitored Ēbrion, a wild dragon with little trust for human interaction. His unpredictable nature had led to fatal encounters, as he had killed a few keepers and injured many more.

As the princesses approached the dragon-keeper elder, he executed a deep bow of respect, causing Maera to smile, still unused to such formality.

“Imastan se dyni nykeēdrosa ruartan ao, Vovnik?”Does the beast still evade you, Vovnik? she asked with a playful smile.

Vovnik, with a weathered face marked by the rigors of his trade, rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nyke emagon dōrī rhēdan nykeā ziksos zaldrīzes. Ziry jāhor kirine gūrogon se havor īlon maghan yn daor he nykeā gūrēntan isse bodmagho rȳ ry,” I have never encountered such a stubborn dragon. It will happily take the food we provide but does not show an interest in training at all, he grumbled, gesturing towards the sea cave where Ēbrion, the wild dragon, resided.

Maera couldn’t help but giggle. In truth, she had become quite taken with the beast. She was fascinated when she first spotted him arriving on the beach many moons ago, but since coming face to face with him, her curiosity had only grown. She felt a deep sense of empathy toward Ēbrion, recognizing the drastic shift from a solitary life to constant exposure to humans. The dragon, seemingly alone in its newfound environment, had forged a unique connection with Vhagar, a companion of similar size. And even then, Maera had observed their relationship blow hot and cold.

Despite the unpredictability and potential danger, Maera found herself charmed by the magnificent beast. Her Targaryen bloodline, coupled with the stories her mother often shared about dragons, had kindled a fascination within her. Maera had noticed Ēbrion's appearances during times of stress, such as her wedding day, and felt a sense of gratitude for the unexpected omen. It was an odd feeling. Although unfamiliar with this peculiar sense of reassurance, Maera found solace in the majestic creature’s presence, a silent companion in moments of upheaval.

“Nyke olvie qūvyr syt zirȳla. Lo nyke ēdan nykeā lyka glaeson gōvilirion se rhaenagon nykēla qrillāettan ondoso ābrar nyke, daor sagon biare iā.” I feel quite sorry for him. If I had a peaceful life underground and suddenly found myself surrounded by people I found irritating, I would not be happy either. Maera proposed, smiling down at Jaehaera, who was still tightly clutched at her hand.

Vovnik sighed, a grizzled expression on his face. “Skoros ziry jorrāelagon iksos nykeā kipagīros, nykeā letagon. Mirtys qilōni kostagon gūrēñis zirȳla. Lo nykeā issaros issarys, pōnta līs sagon nykeā sētan naejot sagon pālegon rūsīr.” What he needs is a rider, a bond. Someone who can tame him. If such a person exists, they must be a force to be reckoned with indeed.

As Maera hummed in response to Vovnik’s words, the ground beneath them began to quake. The tremors intensified, revealing the unmistakable pattern of giant footsteps. A deep, low roar reverberated through the walls of the sea cave’s entrance, echoing ominously. Jaehaera clutched onto Maera’s skirts, seeking refuge from the unexpected tumult. Maera’s heart, however, beat with a mix of anticipation and excitement as the source of the disturbance became apparent.

Out of the darkness within the sea cave, Ēbrion emerged with a breathtaking grandeur. His colossal head, adorned with large horns, rose into view, framed by the ominous darkness behind him. The orange glow of his eyes held a hypnotic intensity, a stark contrast to the deep blue and black scales that adorned his majestic form. His impressive teeth and the sheer enormity of his presence created a surreal tableau against the backdrop of the cave’s shadows.

The dragon-keepers hastened to the Princesses' sides as the colossal figure of Ēbrion loomed overhead. However, to their surprise, Maera calmly gestured for them to remain composed. In that moment, an unspoken assurance seemed to envelop her, dispelling any immediate sense of threat.

The dragon's massive pupils expanded, resembling the vast expanse of the night sky, suggesting a state of relaxation. A plume of smoke billowed from his nostrils as Ēbrion snorted, and then, in a surprisingly gentle gesture, he lowered his head right in front of Maera. Murmurs of uncertainty spread among the dragon-keepers as they observed this unusual interaction.

“Shhh, lykirī Ēbrion,” Maera cooed, her green eyes sparkling with wonder at the beast before here. Remarkably, the dragon began emanating soft bellows from his chest, akin to the purring of a cat.

Undeterred, Maera extended her hand to the dragon's snout, just above his mouth. The dragon's scales, as smooth as ivory and radiating heat, met her touch. Grinning, Maera petted the colossal beast, using the same hand that had once revealed her blood to him. As Maera looked down at Jaehaera, she discovered the little girl’s purple eyes wide with excitement and a small, budding smile gracing her lips. This sight filled Maera’s heart with a hopeful warmth for the child.

She tilted her head in curiosity before asking Jaehaera, “Would you like to touch him?” In response, the four-year-old nodded eagerly. Maera, with a careful yet tender touch, lifted Jaehaera into her arms, cradling her on her hip. Joining their hands together, Maera guided Jaehaera’s small hand to rest on the smooth surface of Ēbrion’s nose.

In response, the mighty dragon blinked slowly, an expression of profound contentment. The tranquility that emanated from him enveloped the Princesses in a serene moment. Maera couldn’t help but smile down at Jaehaera, whose rosy cheeks bore witness to the happiness that had blossomed within her.

As Maera enjoyed the moment of connection with her niece and the dragon, she noticed a hushed conversation in the background. Vovnik and the other dragon-keepers were engaged in a murmured exchange in High Valyrian. Straining to hear, Maera turned to ask Vovnik about it, but before she could, a soft voice reached her ears.

"He’s so warm," Jaehaera spoke, the words carrying a sweet melody that had been absent for a week. The sound of her niece’s voice brought tears to Maera's eyes, and she fought to keep her composure.

"Yes he is, Jaehaera," Maera said, a joyous smile breaking across her face. She refrained from mentioning the significance of Jaehaera's spoken words, not wanting to put too much pressure on the child.

Deciding to redirect their focus, Maera suggested, "Come. Shall we head back to the Keep and tell Maelor about our encounter with the difficult dragon?" The little girl nodded, prompting Maera to set her down and gently take her hand, cherishing the newfound connection between them as they began their journey back.

“It was lovely to hear her voice again, after so long. And that she felt safe enough with me to speak,” Maera expressed to Aemond, who sat opposite her in their chambers as they shared lunch together. The table hosted an array of dishes included savory pies, roasted meats, and various side dishes. However, Maera’s plate held only a simple barley soup, a testament to her persistent lack of appetite.

The time she had spent with their niece was shared with her husband, a bright smile across her face. Maera’s green eyes lit up as she recounted the details of the encounter with Ēbrion, the joyous revelation seeming to temporarily lift the weight that had hung over them since Jaehaerys’ death.

Aemond, finishing chewing his food before he spoke, raised an eyebrow. “I am surprised you took her to the beach, given how things have been of late.”

Maera took in the sight of him as she slowly placed a spoonful of soup into her mouth. His silver hair cascaded over his broad shoulders, framing his strong features with an air of rugged elegance. His remaining violet eye remained intensely focussed on her with a quiet attentiveness, his sharp jawline and chiseled features conveyed a sense of strength and determination.

Maera, her smile turning melancholic, replied with a sad glint in her eyes, “It is where I feel close to my family. I thought Jaehaera might find comfort there too.”

Aemond considered this for a moment before commenting, “Seems like she was quite taken with Ēbrion, from your story.”

Maera nodded, “Yes, I thought it might be a positive experience for her. Jaehaerys always said he would claim Ēbrion when he was alive. I suppose seeing the beast gave her a chance to be close with her twin once more.”

The One-Eyed Prince simply hummed in response, placing a forkful of food gracefully into his mouth. Despite the stoic exterior, there was a subtle warmth in his gaze as he engaged with Maera, creating a comforting atmosphere in the midst of their shared meal.

Swallowing a mouthful of food, Aemond suggested, "Perhaps Jaehaera could one day claim the dragon for herself."

Humming in response, Maera contemplated Aemond's idea while taking a sip of ginger tea. After a moment of reflection, she spoke with determination, "I want to strike while the iron is hot, make sure Jaehaera does not retreat back into her shell." In a sudden burst of inspiration, Maera's eyes lit up. "I could show her my sketchbook of Ēbrion," she said out loud, a plan forming in her mind.

Eager to put it into action, Maera rose from the table with swift determination. However, as she stood, a sudden dizziness overcame her. Desperately grasping at the table edge to steady herself, she accidentally knocked a glass onto the floor, the sound of shattering glass echoing in the chambers. Aemond quickly rose from his seat and rushed to her side, concern etched on his face.

Despite his protective gesture, Maera, in her stubbornness, gently batted him away, insistence in her voice. “I’m fine.”

A frustrated groan escaped Aemond’s lips. “You have been like this since Jaehaerys’ death,” he remarked, his worry evident.

Maera, ever defiant, argued, “It is just shock.”

Aemond countered, “Not like any shock I have seen before.”

With a playful grin, Maera teased, “What do you know about shock, husband?” Her attempt at humor, however, was met with a stern silence from Aemond. Unfazed, Maera reached for the water across the table, sipping it to ease the tension in the air.

As Maera set down the glass, Aemond's concern deepened. "You need to see the Maester," he insisted.

Maera shook her head defiantly, stating, "I will not."

Aemond, standing in front of her, took charge, grasping her chin roughly and tipping her head back to look at him. "This is not a request," he stated sternly, his authority cutting through the air.

Maera couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his commanding presence. Tilted her head, she asked flirtatiously, "Is this my Prince's command?"

Aemond, not wanting to show any vulnerability, but also not immune to her charm, gave her a subtle smile and a nod. Maera, still playful, stated with a smirk, "Fine. But it will be a waste of time."

Maera decided to visit Maester Orwyle in his chambers, considering his hands were likely full with tending to the Queen's needs. She reasoned that summoning him for what she believed were mere symptoms of shock would be an unnecessary diversion of his time.

Entering the Maester's chambers, Maera found herself surrounded by an array of medical bottles and scrolls, neatly organized on shelves. The room was equipped with a sturdy table, presumably for examinations and treatments, while a small bed hinted at the occasional need for medical examinations and rest. The air carried the distinct scent of herbs and potions, creating an ambiance that spoke of the Maester's dedication to his craft.

Maester Orwyle, with his meticulous concern, had Maera seated in his chambers, questioning her about various aspects of her health. The inquiry covered her diet, appetite, and the amount of sleep she managed to get. His probing also extended to matters of intimacy with her husband, which elicited a smile from Maera as she assured him there were no issues on that front.

However, when the Maester broached the topic of Moon's Blood, Maera couldn't help but be momentarily perplexed. With the whirlwind of events since her marriage, she had inadvertently neglected to pay attention to her monthly cycle. Spottings here and there following the wedding were the extent of her awareness on the matter.

“Forgive me, Maester Orwyle. So much has happened… I cannot remember much about dates or how long I bled for,” Maera admitted with a tinge of sadness to her voice.

The Maester gave her a sympathetic smile. “That is understandable, Princess. I would still like to examine you, if I have your permission.”

“Is that necessary?” She asked defensively.

“Illness and symptoms can manifest in any part of the body,” Orwyle replied.

Reluctantly, Maera agreed to lie back on the bed, attempting to divert her thoughts away from the impending invasive examination. The Maester, with a professional demeanor, conducted the necessary examination, and seemed to hum with surprise and confirmation, before withdrawing his hand from her. Once the procedure was concluded, Maera sat up, smoothing down her black skirts with impatience and a hint of apprehension.

“Well? What is it, Maester? Is it serious? I thought it was just shock?” Maera enquired with a mix of eagerness and fear, hoping for some clarity on her current state of health.

The Maester wiped his hand on a nearby cloth before meeting her gaze directly. “It is quite simple, Princess Maera. You are with child.”

Notes: Ahhh I couldn’t keep this to myself any longer. I’ve been dropping subtle hints since they got married but it’s time to make it official! Fun fact; all the symptoms mentioned where all the symptoms I had in my first pregnancy 🖤

Tags: @blue-serendipity @0eessirk8 @shesjustanothergeek @marvelescvpe @manipulatixe @watercolorskyy @abecerra611 (welcome to the club)

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🖤

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[fuedalreesespieces]

i beg of you

Summary:

“Inuyasha?” she breathed.

His expression grew even more startled. “H-how do you know my name?” Before she could respond, he tried to dart past her legs, but she stepped in his view before he could. “Move it, lady! Or else I’ll-”

“-tear me apart with your claws, yes, yes, but answer me this...” she looked him in the eyes, resisting the urge to wipe the dirt off his cheeks, to sit him in her lap and give his hair a good, long brush. Her voice came out shaky. “How old are you?”

“The hell kinda question is that?” he spat. “Let me go, you crazy miko!”

or: a twelve year old inuyasha collides with post-canon kagome.

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[this is an inukag snippet from the fic that I like, though the majority of the fic is focused on things other than romance...such as time travel hijinks]

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The morning atmosphere was viscous enough to sink into forever - coverlets over his shoulders, the lilting sweetness of the porch-side flowers tickling his nose; sunlight streaming in through the window, painting his wife’s naked shoulder in buttery tones. Somewhere in the distance, the villagers were waking up, but within the confines of their hut, the air was crystallized and still - a painting awaiting life. 

In the fog of his mind, an irritating voice that sounded like Miroku cheekily reminded him that they had a demon extermination later that afternoon, and that he ought to get off his ass.  

“Damn him,” Inuyasha mumbled, sliding a hand down his face. Beside him, Kagome stirred. 

“Talking about other men in bed, anata?” she teased, leaning up on her elbows and yawning. She turned to face him, her grey eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“Hell,” he breathed out, repressing a grin, “where do you get your ideas, woman?” 

She let out an airy laugh, subdued by the sleepy slur in her speech. “And good morning to you, too,” she greeted, just as he craned his neck to meet her lips. 

During their three years apart, he’d dreamt of this moment a thousand times, and each time it was a little different. In some dreams, she would laugh before she kissed him, as though her every breath consisted only of joy. In others they were quiet, letting their kisses speak for themselves, allowing their hands to write scrawling, unsaid messages onto their skin. 

Fragments of those dreams would make their way into their real exchanges, but it was never the same. Her laugh was as genuine as the sunlight dancing across her collarbone, her smile just as radiant, and when she crawled into his embrace and leaned up to look at him, he knew this was no dream – it was home. 

He’d dreamt of homes before, back when he’d traversed the forest and claimed small caves nightly as temporary roosts. He’d dreamt of walls around him to trap the warmth that escaped so often from his vicinity; he’d dreamt of solid wood beneath his wary feet. 

But many things encompassed his definition of home now: waking up next to his lover, his best friend. Watching her pickle vegetables and mutter foreign songs under her breath. Hearing her curse awkwardly as she fell in a heap in their garden while trying to pull out stubborn weeds. Laying their meager clothes out on a line and coyly flicking each other with the soapy suds of water left in the wash tub. Exchanging bits of village gossip over lunch while they made up stories about wandering vagrants passing through the street. 

Home wasn’t as simple as having a constant fire in the pit, not without her there, struggling to start it herself. 

Every conversation they shared, from the menial, monosyllabic ones, to the ones that spun out like thread from a spool and spilled over into the following days, was the act of returning home. Before her, he’d never known one could maintain a conversation that long, or that he had so much to say.  

But he supposed she answered both of those questions. It was only with Kagome that could talk endlessly with, and it was only her that he could sit in serene silence with, and it was only her that gave him the temptation to ignore all his duties and stay under the coverlets forever, kissing her numb. 

Not that she, of course, ever let him get away with doing something like that – most of the time. “I thought you had a demon exorcism today?” She pulled away from their kiss to rest her chin on his chest, eyeing him questioningly.  

“Some offshoot village by the mountains,” he told her. “Damn, I forgot about that. Miroku’s probably ready by now.” 

“Then you have to hurry, Inuyasha! I’ll make you something to take with you while you get dressed.” Her eyebrows drew forward in thought. “I’m sure we have onigiri...somewhere.” 

“Any pickles?” 

She rolled her eyes. “You and your pickles.” 

“I can’t help it,” he said, brushing a kiss against her cheek. “You make them so well.” 

“A toddler could pickle food,” she muttered, though her tone betrayed a smile. He’d never been the type for empty flattery, and his blunt nature was the main driving force behind the quick improvement of her cooking skills - not that they had been bad to begin with. His obsession with the acrid taste of pickles was unexplainable, though, especially considering how acute his sense of taste was. Not that he particularly cared, because her pickles were, quite possibly, the shit. 

They made their way out of the bedroom and into the rest of the house. He’d built the place thinking of her, and many of its assets were inspired by the way she lived in the modern era, especially the bathing tub. He still remembered the exhausting market day he and Miroku had spent trying to find a wash tub suitable enough for human bathing, only for their search to grow convoluted as every other vendor declared that they had a larger tub than their competitors.  

It was all worth it, though, when he saw her walk past the reed mat in the evenings, drop her empty herb basket on the floor, and declare herself deserving of a nice, hot bath. She never played around with them, either, taking her time as she sang songs in a language he’d never heard of – English , she called it – and let him massage the stress out of her scalp and shoulders.  

Kagome tied up some onigiri in a cloth pouch while he put on his suikan. Holding back the reed mat, he saw a few men with shovels tossed over their backs talking in a secretive fashion as they made their way to the fields; children accompanying their mothers with heaving pails of stream water. From this vantage point, he could glimpse Miroku walking up the hill, the tinkling of shakujo rings announcing his impending arrival. 

“Here you go,” Kagome placed a cloth package in his hands. “Onigiri, a bamboo flask, a bit of fish-” 

“Pickles?” he asked hopefully. 

“-and your pickles,” she finished with an amused snort. “You know, my mother used to tell me if you ate too many pickles, you’d get all filled up with gas and float away, like a balloon.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Nope,” she said, popping the p. “I just made it up. But you’d make a cute balloon.” 

“Cheeky woman,” he muttered. “You goin’ over to Sango’s for breakfast?” 

“After I finish up the washing, yeah. And I have to clean up the tub since I didn’t do it last night. I’ll have to go say hello to Kaede-sama, of course, and while I’m there I’ll go check on those herbs in the storehouse I kept for tinctures-” 

“Kagome,” he cut in, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Breakfast?” 

“Breakfast,” she agreed, blushing.  

He arched an unconvinced eyebrow. He knew she liked the business of it all, and though there were moments where his wife simply didn’t feel up to it, her work was everything to her. It was worrying that sometimes she would simply forget to eat, too engrossed in her herbalist training and miko duties to remember that she had her own needs, but that was what he was there for – to remind her, and, if necessary, drag her from that damn shack near Kaede’s that reeked of a thousand different herbs and fix her a good meal. 

Now, if she would remember to do it on her own for next few days of his absence, that would be a miracle. 

“Do you want me to make you somethin’ real quick?” he asked, already facing the river. “I could fetch some water to steam rice with.” 

“I’ll be fine, Inuyasha,” she reassured, pressing his clawed hands between hers. “Besides, I wouldn’t miss Sango’s stew for the world.” 

“As would I, but duty calls, I’m afraid,” chimed a familiar voice from outside the house. The tell-tale scent of incense met Inuyasha’s nose – Miroku had just left the temple, it seemed. “Are you two decent?” 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “Are you ever?” 

“Now, now, my friend. Let’s not go there.” 

Kagome smiled and swept the mat aside. “Do you want something to eat, too, Miroku-kun? I’ve got some onigiri and fish.” 

“If we wait any longer, it may take longer than anticipated to reach our destination, so I’m afraid I’ll have to decline,” Miroku lamented. “Shall we head out, Inuyasha?” 

As usual, he carried nothing on his person, used to living off the land (the more appropriate term being stealing ) when it came to his travels. It was one of the qualities that made him such a good partner in the business – both he and Inuyasha had been vagrants for lengthy periods of their lives, so they made good time when on their missions. 

Regardless, Inuyasha didn’t particularly enjoy leaving his wife alone for so long. He knew she could take care of herself, but it didn’t change the fear that snagged him by the heart whenever he returned home; the way his shoulders would sink with relief when he saw golden firelight seeping out of their hut and the scent of something cooking over charring wood. 

He knew she could take care of herself – hell, he’d often come back to stories of her killing rogue demons, stories that had gone through the rumor mill and came out transformed into wild anecdotes she’d entertain him with over dinner. He was aware of her strength and precision. She'd refined her skill over the years, if the archery targets in the forest were any indication.  

But Inuyasha had lived with the knowledge that she was almost certainly safe in her world during those three years, and that hadn’t done a damn thing to ease his worry. If anything, it was a reminder of just how easy it was for the one good thing in his life to disappear.  

“Inuyasha?” came Kagome’s voice. She cocked her head. “Are you okay?” 

“’m fine,” he grunted. “Just waitin’ to get a move-on.” 

“Such a hurry,” she tutted, patting his chest, where the cloth of food rested in the folds of his suikan. Her head rested against him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Don’t worry about me, Inuyasha. I’ll be okay. I’ll head straight to Sango’s after you leave.” 

“Good,” he affirmed. “You ought to eat somethin.’ Don’t think I didn’t see you skip dinner last night.” 

“You were sleeping!” 

“I ain’t ever in a sleep deep enough for you to feel guilty about interrupting it.” 

“Hey,” she huffed. “You’re changing the subject.” Kagome met his gaze, hands rising to settle on either side of his face. Her thumbs caressed his cheekbones, her touch soft and reverent. “I promise to be safe, ‘kay? I’ve got my bow with me at all times.” She pecked his lips. “I won’t go and get myself eaten up by a demon. I’d leave you a note if that happened, though.” 

“Don’t even joke about that,” he warned, squeezing her waist. She laughed and kissed him again, pulling away only when they ran out of breath to share. “Do somethin’ boring like...laundry. Keep yourself out of trouble.” 

“What if there’s a demon catfish in the river?” she asked innocently. 

“Woman,” he said, staring her right in the eye, “I expect you to shoot the damn thing and have it for dinner.” 

#inukag #inuyasha x kagome #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfic #inukag fanfic #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale #inuyasha and kagome #fanfic

[the-monkey-ruler]

How does the diamond snare thing work?

Diamond cutting, from the Ming Dynasty fairy novel "Journey to the West", is the magic weapon of the Taishang Laojun. A dense white circle, also known as the golden steel ring, diamond sleeve; can change, is invulnerable to water and fire, can hit all things, collect all kinds of magic weapons and weapons, and the magic is endless. It was refined by Naikun steel, and it was also refined by Huan Dan. It has spirituality. It was used by Laozi for self-defense when he used it and used this treasure to overthrow Sun Wukong and help Erlang Shen capture him.

Later, it was stolen by Taishang Laojun's mount "Banjiao Qingniu", and fled to the lower realm to occupy the mountain as a demon. He called himself the One-Horned Rhino King, captured Tang Monk in Jindou Mountain. He used this treasure set to get Sun Wukong's golden hoop, the six demon-subduing weapons of Prince Nezha, and the magic weapons of all the gods and generals were taken away together, even water, fire, thunder, and lightning can be absorbed. Later, the king was subdued by the Taishang Laojun who came down to earth with a fire-type plantain fan. After subduing the green bull demon, he took back the diamond cutter and returned the weapons of the gods. Finally, the diamond cutter became the nose ring of the one-horned green bull.

Taishang Laojun is the imperial blacksmith of the Heavenly Court. He has made diamond bracelets, purple, gold, and red gourds, mutton fat jade bottles, golden ropes, plantain fans, seven-star swords, and many other magic weapons. The diamond snare being the most powerful as he used to go down to earth and defeat Sun Wukong after the Tota King, Eighteen Arhats, and other gods in Jindou Cave. Finally, Laojun took away the gold steel bracelet with a plantain fan and subdued the One-Horned Rhino King.

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[malachiexists13]

Ive already seen some people getting angry over this so thought I'd give my take <3

Ive already completed lesson 11, so now Im just waiting for lesson 12. But shit really starts to go down in lesson 11. So spoilers for that.

Lesson 10 is when the demon brothers (minus Beel and Satan) find out MC is a human. I blame Diavolo because he practically forced us to reveal ourselves. Lucifer and Belphie are pissed, while Mammon, Asmo, and Levi seem a bit more conflicted. Before things can escalate, Solomon shows up and helps MC escape.

Lesson 11, MC and Solomon have fled to Thirteen's cave. More specifically, the Fountain of Knowledge, a room that belongs to Solomon and not Thirteen despite it being apart of her cave. The only rule being that you cant make promises, with the reason yet to be revealed. But it isnt long until the demon brothers (minus Satan, Beel, and Belphie) show up in search of MC.

MC runs into Levi, Asmo, and Mammon first, who warn them that Lucifer is also searching for them. Shortly after, Thirteen shows up to inform MC that Lucifer is in the Fountain of Knowledge. MC decides to go and try to talk things out with Lucifer. But considering this is Lucifer, it doesnt go accordingly.

Lucifer immediately goes on the offense. Despite MC saying they are not an enemy, Lucifer doesn't believe them. He's suspicious of them, and conflicted. Its implied here that Lucifer tries to kill or at least badly injure MC, using his power to inflict a feeling of being squeezed so hard your body may be crushed. Eventually, Thirteen intervenes, claiming that she "likes MC more than Solomon" because of MC's soul. So she chooses to give MC a grimoire, one that can supposedly control the demon brothers. This may be the same grimoire they keep in the tomb beneath the House of Lamentation in the future. But the rest of what happens isnt important here, just the part about Lucifer being hostile.

Ive already seen posts going on the defensive about how terrible Lucifer is and that they'll never forgive him for this, etc.. Like ok. Is this new? Absolutely not. He tried it twice in the previous game. I honestly don't care if you hate Lucifer. But before you cast such harsh judgement, please try to understand his actions.

Lucifer is not some cold-hearted individual. His motive in Nightbringer is the exact same in the previous game. He viewed MC as a threat to him and his brothers. Probably even more so in Nightbringer due to them having the Ring of Light and being able to draw power from the brothers.

By this point, Lucifer has seen MC knock Satan out and subdue the others and himself with a simple command. He has seen MC draw power from his brothers and himself to knock Beel out. His brothers claim to have seen MC do the same thing to send someone to the Celestial Realm. In his eyes, MC should not be able to do any of this. They shouldnt even have the Ring of Light. Yet they do have it, they can do these things. And that worries Lucifer.

Imagine for a moment- its been approximately a year since the Celestial War. A war in which you were rebelling, primarily to protect your sister from death. Yet she died anyway, making the war ultimately meaningless. And you dragged all your brothers down with you. As a last ditch effort to save her, you promise undying loyalty to the Prince of Demons. And after a year, a random demon shows up and is appointed as attendant for you and your brothers. And they start helping, and things start getting better. Suspiciously better. You dont understand this demon's motives, what could they possibly want? They're the apprentice of Solomon... And seem to hold intensive power.

Suddenly, you witness them wearing the Ring of Light. A ring that once was yours, back in the Celestial Realm. But they shouldnt have that. They use it to draw strength from you and your brothers to use as their own, and you hear this is not the first time they've done this. That at one point, they managed to send someone to the goddamn Celestial Realm. Only for you to now learn that they are a human. Meaning they've been lying to you this entire time. What else could they have lied about?

You cannot fucking tell me that you wouldnt be paranoid. From our perspective, yeah its a bit terrifying being attacked by Lucifer. But from his? Its makes a lot more sense once you think about it.

If you still dislike Lucifer after reading this-- thats fine. Its your opinion, after all. You dont HAVE to like him. But understanding his actions can at least lessen the anger.

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Wei Wuxian probably had a small collection of sketches of everyone he loved stashed in the demon subduing cave. Sketches of A-Yuan, Wen Qing, Wen Ning, Jiang Yanli, etc. And, especially, sketches of Lan Zhen.

I wonder if the cultivators would find those. Would they steal them like they stole his designs? Destroy them?

Or did they remain undiscovered?

If the juniors found them, I wonder what they'd think.

#mdzs #the untamed #mo dao su zhi #wei wuxian #fun times in the burial mounds #wei wuxain

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#demon subduing cave #burial mounds #setting #scenery #xue chonghai #episode 6

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Summary: A song you can’t name is a love you can’t grieve. Wen Yuan has never left the Burial Mounds before.

Wen Yuan has never left the Burial Mounds, so when he takes his first steps past his guardian’s protections, he staggers and very nearly drops to his knees at the lightness of the air surrounding him. He’s never known how heavy his limbs were until he could move them without a struggle, his lungs not fighting for every single breath.

He’s strong in this world that seeks to harm him, this world that is so very bright and alive.

Conversations feel awkward in his mouth and the food tastes strangely on his tongue. He tries meat for the first time and wonders if it reminds everyone biting into it of human flesh. Not that Wen Yuan has ever been fed a corpse, but they’ve never been able to keep an animal as they all succumb too quickly to the resentment, turning into beasts they need to kill instead.

And the crows, no matter how often joked about, are not for them to feed on. They are their guides and Wen Yuan has never been without.

The idea of eating any bird distresses him, but he tries the dishes for the experience of throwing them up in an already dirty alley. Wasting food like that reminds him of the ribs beneath his uncle’s robes and the winters even Wen Yuan knew hunger not just by name but also shape, and guilt taunts him, hurrying him further along on his way.

Wen Yuan shouldn’t be wasting time, he’s expected to return before the wards start to waver, but his family told him to enjoy the experience. If not for his task, Wen Yuan probably wouldn’t have left the Burial Mounds. When he was younger, curiosity had eaten him up, and he’d sneaked down all the way to the borders countless times.

Once, just once, he’d gotten into a screaming match about their unchanging remaining.

Afterward, he’d resigned himself to their fate, wondering which particular guilt urged the others to encourage his leaving.

What use is the sight of a world he’ll never join?

It is loud in all the ways the Burial Mounds aren’t, even at the gates of the Cloud Recesses. Wei Wuxian spoke of the Lans’ home as a place of tranquility, but Wen Yuan hears it screaming even beneath the soft ripples of water running down the mountain. Resentment lingers here too, though its echoes are much younger than those Wen Yuan grew up hearing. The protections are easy to slip past even during the daytime.

Dressed in the stolen robes of Yunmeng Jiang, nobody pays him any attention as the visiting guest disciples walk through the halls.

Wen Yuan had planned to pass Lotus Pier on the way back, but he wasn’t sure if his visit to Gusu wouldn’t end with him rushing home, so he’d bought all he needed there beforehand. Lotus Pier is as beautiful as described, and even louder, unfortunately.

Wen Yuan ducks away from two disciples in purple and follows along the path his crow guides him. Deep into the Cloud Recesses he follows to a house that stands out from all other buildings in this place, much like the Demon Subdue Cave back home.

This is it, Wen Yuan knows. He won’t be welcome, but he’s not aiming to stay, merely to deliver a message.

The doors to the house open easily beneath his touch, almost as if in greeting.

He finds two men at a table, enjoying tea that is probably more expensive than any Wen Yuan has ever had the pleasure of trying. One of them shows his surprise more openly, and thus, Wen Yuan disregards him as unimportant.

“This one greets you, Hanguang-jun,” Wen Yuan says and bows exactly once as deep as he never will again after this day. Despite the mischief of his youth, Wen Yuan is a polite boy. He enjoys showing his respect and appreciation where it is deserved, but he has to give up his right to it.

He will smith himself in arrogance and invincibility, his own rite of passage to adulthood.

“Forgive my intrusion, I was trusted with a delivery to your person.”

He breezes right past Sect Leader Lan to present the last gift Wei Wuxian had ever given him. Lan Wangji’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t brush Wen Yuan away and unwraps the small package, revealing a letter and a white sash.

Wen Yuan’s own is hidden away for the sake of getting into Cloud Recesses, but the moment he leaves, it’ll be tied around his robes again.

“He passed away two weeks ago,” Wen Yuan says blankly. He’s been coming to terms with this impending death since he first felt the spark of his golden core, but Lan Wangji falls apart in devastation.

The sourness in his mouth might be jealousy protesting at being robbed of that, the ability to love someone living instead of someone already half-deceased.

“He asked not to be mourned excessively, only remembered fondly like an untitled song.”

Wen Yuan has learned how to play it in these last months to prolong the inevitable just an hour longer. The song has a title resting on the tip of his tongue, but much like Wei Wuxian, he’s never been able to voice it out loud.

Perhaps it is for the best. A song you can’t name is a love you can’t grieve.

He’s never been given a courtesy name, but he inherits the title of a man he never called his father and yet made him his heir.

“This one thanks Gusu Lan for their hospitality.”

He rises from his position at Lan Wangji’s side.

“Your sect may distribute the news as it sees fit, but be assured that the Burial Mounds will remain as they have been for the last thirteen years, and any attempt to change that will be met with the same force.”

Perhaps even with a stronger one, his golden core still burns brightly. He straightens his robes and turns around, the red ribbon in his hair surely catching their attention. Chenqing hums beneath his fingers when he allows the flute to fall into his hand again, all too willing to be used by him.

The seal stayed at the Burial Mounds as it is as unfaithful as ever and allows itself to be used by any master. The same can’t be said for the dizi or the sword he inherited.

“Goodbye, Rich-gege,” he says over his shoulder, refusing to see what recognition Lan Wangji might have allowed himself to show.

He has no use for it anymore.

The Yiling Patriarch leaves, marching homeward to his waiting grave.

#mdzs fanfic #lan sizhui #wen yuan #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs #wangxian #fanfic

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Chapter Recap: Chapter Twenty One: The Viharapalas prepare lodging for the Great Sage; Lingji of Sumeru crushes the wind demon

This chapter begins with the fifty little demons, which Sun Wukong had soundly trounced in the last chapter, fleeing back to their cave and telling the Yellow Wind Monster that “the Tiger Vanguard was no match for the hairy-faced monk.” The “old monster…was terribly upset” by this news, and becomes even angrier when informed that the “Tiger Vanguard was beaten to death by the hairy-faced monk and dragged up to our door to provoke battle.” Calling for his armor, the Yellow Wind Monster states that even if the Monkey King “has nine heads and eight tails, I’m going to take him in here to pay for the life of my Tiger Vanguard!” And so the old monster grabs his steel trident and leads the rest of the yaoguai out to do battle.

The find Sun Wukong resting “one foot on the carcass of the Tiger monster and the compliant iron rod in his hands” and demanding that they release Tang Sanzang. The Yellow Wind Monster, however, laughs when he sees “the diminutive figure of Pilgrim—less than four feet, in fact,” and proceeds to call the Monkey king “only a sickly ghost, with nothing more than your skeleton left!” Sun Wukong laughs in turn, telling his opponent that “if you have the courage to hit me on the head with the handle of your trident, I’ll grow six feet at once.” And he does, which both alarms the Yellow Wind Monster and compels him to begin battling the Monkey King in earnest. The two fight for thirty rounds without either one being able to gain the upper hand. So Sun Wukong uses his trick of “body beyond the body” to use his hair to create “more than a hundred Pilgrims; all having the same appearance and all holding an iron rod, they surrounded the monster in midair.” Yet the Yellow Wind Monster now reveals his “special talent”; he “turned to face the ground to the southwest and opened his mouth three times to blow out some air. Suddenly a mighty yellow wind arose in the sky” that was so ferocious it “blew away all those little Pilgrims formed by the Great Sage’s hair and sent them reeling through the air like so many spinning wheels.” Sun Wukong, for his own part, grows alarmed enough to both retrieve his hairs and to try to attack the yaoguai himself, “only to be met by a mouthful of yellow wind right on his face. Those two fiery eyes with diamond pupils of his were so blasted that they shut tightly and could not be opened.” The Monkey King is thus forced to flee in defeat, while his opponent retrieves his wind.

Meanwhile, Zhu Bajie had led Bai Longma and the luggage to a place of refuge “when he saw the violent yellow windstorm arriving and the whole of Heaven and Earth growing dim.” During this episode he had “crouched on the ground and refused to open his eyes or raise his head, his mouth incessantly calling on the name of Buddha and making vows,” but when it is over he peeks out in deep distress and uncertainty until he sees “the Great Sage approaching from the west, grunting and snorting as he came.” Sun Wukong tells his swinish companion what happened, including on how in terms of the martial arts the Yellow Wind King is “just about the equal of old Monkey,” and further can’t stop exclaiming on the power of the wind. Concluding that they’ll “have to wait to rescue Master,” Sun Wukong also wonders if there’s any eye doctor around who can help him with his “sorely blasted” eyes. He also doubts that “the monster has the gall to harm out master,” and so the Monkey King proposes that he and Zhu Bajie find a family to stay with for the night, and that they’ll “return to subdue the monster tomorrow when it's light.”

As dusk is setting in, the pair come across a small cottage. Calling out, they are soon confronted by an old man and “several young farmers, all holding rakes, pitchforks, and brooms.” Sun Wukong explains their situation, and the now sympathetic old man apologizes for their suspicion, as their location “is a place where clouds are more numerous than people, and when we heard you calling at the door just now, we were afraid that it might be someone like a wily fox, a tiger, or a bandit from the mountain.” Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie are thus invited in and given tea and a vegetarian meal. Yet before they lay down to sleep, Sun Wukong inquires as to whether there’s anyone around who sells eye medicine, and goes on to explain the reason behind why he’s “weeping constantly.” The old man, however, wonders why a “young priest like you” would lie, and goes on to explain that the Great King Yellow Wind wields the Divine Wind of Samadhi, which kills mortals instantly. Sun Wukong merely says that while he “may not be an immortal (for they belong to the younger generation, as far as I’m concerned) …it will take some doing to finish me off!”

Now seemingly convinced of the monkey’s merits, the old man offers Sun Wukong the “three-flowers and nine-seeds ointment,” which is “capable of curing all wind-induced eye maladies.” He dabs some onto the Monkey King’s eyes and tells him that he will be well by morning. After some squabbling with Zhu Bajie and exercising “to cultivate his magic power,” Sun Wukong does fall asleep, and wakes up the next morning with sight “a hundred times better than before!” The pair then look around and find that the cottage had disappeared and that they were “actually lying on a green grass meadow.” It’s soon concluded that it was the deities who were ordered to guard Tang Sanzang which were behind this, and while Sun Wukong is annoyed at their trick he’s soon mollified by Zhu Bajie reminding the monkey of all the help they just gave. They soon go back to their bickering, however, when Eight Rules tells the Monkey King that he should “find out whether Master is dead or alive; if he’s dead, each one of us can tend to our own business; if he’s not, we can do our best to discharge our responsibility.” With that final spat, Sun Wukong goes back to confront the Great King Yellow Wind.

When he arrives at the Yellow Wind Cave, the Monkey King finds all its inhabitants “sound asleep.” He thus transforms himself into a “tiny and delicate” spotted-leg mosquito and gives a ferocious bite to the yaoguai “who was supposed to guard the door [and] was lying there asleep, snoring.” After this little yaoguai opens the first door upon finding that it’s dawn another door inside is opened, “Pilgrim immediately flew in.” He finds the old yaoguai king “giving orders to all his subordinates to be especially careful in guarding the various entrances while they made ready their weapons,” as if the Divine Wind of Samadhi hadn’t killed Sun Wukong, “he will certainly come back today. When he comes, we’ll finish him off.”

The monkey turned mosquito flies further into the cave, and crawling through a crack in a door near the back, discovers “a larger garden, in the middle of which, bound by ropes to a pole, was the Tang Monk. That master was shedding tears profusely, constantly wondering where Wukong and Wuneng were to be found.” The Monkey King “stopped his flight and alighted on his bald head,” and tells Tripitaka that they “must first capture the monster before we can rescue you,” and that while “the wind of the old monster is a powerful weapon…we should be able to capture him today. Relax and stop crying.” Message relayed, Sun Wukong takes off.

The monkey turned mosquito finds the Great King of Yellow Wind at the front of the cave “making a roll call of all the commanders of his troops.” Yet a little yaoguai soon rushes in with the information that he encountered “a monk with a long snout and huge ears…But I didn’t see the hairy-faced monk who came here yesterday.” The Great King of Yellow Wind concludes that Sun Wukong must either be dead or off trying to find help. He then hubristically reveals his only weakness; in reassuring his troops that he’s not afraid of any “divine warrior,” as only “the Bodhisattva Lingji can overcome the power of my wind,” he handed the Monkey King the key to his defeat. And sure enough Sun Wukong immediately goes back to Eight Rules to inform the pig about his discovery, though there is still the problem of neither one of them knowing where the required bodhisattva lives. Yet fortuitously an old man suddenly comes along, which both soon realize is the Gold Star of Venus, and who gives Sun Wukong the precise location and direction for where to find the Bodhisattva Lingji, who resides on the Little Sumeru Mountain. Having given the directions, the Gold Star of Venus transforms himself into a gentle breeze and vanishes, and Sun Wukong tells Zhu Bajie to hide himself and guard the luggage and the horse. Eight Rules agrees to do so, stating that “Old Hog has mastered the law of the turtle: withdraw your head when you needn’t stick it out!”

Pilgrim Sun travels at an astonishing speed to the Little Sumeru Mountain, where he finds a temple where a Daosit is “reciting the name of Buddha.” After they bow to each other, the Monkey King inquires as to the whereabouts of the Bodhisattva Lingji, and is soon led to the room where the bodhisattva is worshipping the Buddha. After Sun Wukong explains his plight, the Bodhisattva Lingji in turn relates how he “did receive the command of Tathagata…to keep the Yellow Wind Monster here in submission. Tathagata also gave me a Wind-Stopping Pearl and a Flying-Dragon Precious Staff.” We also learn that after the bodhisattva had captured the Great King Yellow Wind for the first time, he had “spared the monster his life only on the condition that he would retire in the mountain and abstain from the sin of taking life. I did not know that he would want to harm your esteemed teacher and transgress the Law.” Recognizing that the situation is “my fault” (especially since it was confirmed this yaoguai had a habit of regularly snacking on humans), the Bodhisattva Lingji takes up his staff and travels with Sun Wukong to the Yellow Wind Mountain.

In no time at all they arrive. Bodhisattva Lingji tells the Monkey King that as “this monster is rather afraid of me,” Pilgrim Sun should lure the yaoguai out of his cave so that the bodhisattva can work his magic. Sun Wukong agrees to this plan and, whipping out his iron rod and smashing the door of the cave, demands that the Great King Yellow Wind return Tang Sanzang. This causes the old monster to take up his armor and steel trident as before, but now with the intent to “use that divine wind to blow [the monkey] to death.” The two fight for a few rounds before the Great King Yellow Wind resolves to summon the Samadhi wind again, but at that moment the Bodhisattva Lingji “threw down the Flying-Dragon Precious Staff as he recited some kind of spell. It was instantly transformed into a golden dragon with eight claws, two of which caught hold of that monster’s head and threw him two or three times against the boulders beside the mountain cliff. The monster changed back into his original form and became a mink with yellow fur.”

Sun Wukong is about to kill this small animal, but the Bodhisattva Lingji stops him before then telling the Monkey King the story of this yaoguai: originally, “he was a rodent at the foot of the Spirit Mountain who had acquired the Way. Because he stole some of the pure oil in the crystal chalice, he fled for fear that the vajra attendants would seize him. Tathagata thought that he was not guilty of death, and this is why I was asked to capture him in the first place and banish him to this region.” Yet now that this yaoguai attempted to kill and eat Tang Sanzang, the Bodhisattva Lingji will take him back to the Buddha “so that his guilt may be clearly established.” This decided, the Bodhisattva, after receiving Sun Wukong’s thanks, leaves for the West, mink in tow.  

Soon after, the Monkey King reunites with Zhu Bajie and relates everything that happened. The two then go to the Yellow Wind Cave together and “with their rake and rod slaughtered all the wily hares, the vixen, the musk deer, and the horned deer.” They then rescue Tang Sanzang, who thanks them profusely. Reunited, the pilgrims then enjoy some vegetarian food they found in the cave along with tea and rice before going back on the road West. What struggles they face next is a question that will have to be left for the next chapter.

#jtjttw chapter recap #jttw reading group #jttw book club

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Story-idea: Shizun only wants what's in your head

Crack pairs FTW! How about some Shizun/Shifu action?

OG!Shěn Qīngqiū/Meng Mo

This will be unrequited Luò Bīnghé/OG!Shěn Qīngqiū, just so you're warned, no relationship for the protagonist there.

Shěn Qīngqiū knew very early where his tastes lie with certainty. Attractive older men are his weakness, not that he ever could indulge this particular craving.

Wu Yanzi wasn't interested, which was probably for the best, but still disappointing. While the things he said to him after the Qiu massacre were hurtful and made Shen Jiu resentful, the bitterness was directed towards Qiu Janluo instead of his new master. Wu Yanzi just told him what's what after all. But afterwards he was surprisingly nice to be around a lot of the time. Sure, he taught him to rob (more than he already could), fight dirty (more effectively than he was already able to), kill and didn't actually teach him much cultivation (at least not the righteous path), but he was not really cruel to Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu was aware enough that the man would kill him, if he made trouble and was disobedient. But Wu Yanzi, for all his faults, knew that one can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. In this story, that's another thing he taught Shen Jiu and that will change things significantly.

This friendliness was deceitful and Shen Jiu knew. It still made him feel good, though. Wu Yanzi was not youthful as most cultivators, he looked to be in his mid-fifties, his demonic cultivation did not grant him immortality. But he was still attractive. All of this combined with horny teenager hormones made Shen Jiu drool over his master often enough. He was still more than ready to kill him for Yue Qi, though.

Wu Yanzi's teachings have helped him a lot over the years. Not with his cultivation, sadly. He is, however, very good with honey-coating his words to hide the poison. Guilt-tripping is another thing he's good at. Yuè Qīngyuán spilled his shame-filled, guilt-riddled secrets after barely a week. His brother truly is an idiot. His reckless, too gentle idiot, but still an idiot!

There were a lot of nasty rumors about Shen Jiu having seduced his way into the Qing Jing peak lord's good graces. None of that was true and Shen Jiu resented the gossip even more for the fact that his shizun would forever be a wet dream and nothing more.

His shizun was a dream. He was kind and full of warmth and had let himself age to a point were he looked to be in his late sixties to reflect his readiness to ascend to the next realm. Shen Jiu fell for him very hard almost immediately and his need to sleep anywhere but the dorms was not only because he wasn't comfortable surrounded by other men, but also because of his frequent wet dreams about his shizun.

Most mortal men in town are bland or ugly and immortals almost always look too young. With the exception of the Huan Hua palace master that is. But this particular man, while superficially polite, seems to dislike him, so no luck there either.

Fast forward, now he has Luò Bīnghé as disciple, a brat with an infuriatingly outstanding talent and entirely too little brains. It's almost as if he got himself a mini Liǔ Qīnggē, except that this one is also still a pushover. Teaching the little beast will be quite the challenge.

His method of dealing with the boy is a mixture of sweetly concealed insults mixed with a bit of encouragement and harsh training, as well as strict punishments for every small failure. A bit of gaslighting on the side, too. It's vexing as well as amusing for him to see Luò Bīnghé struggle to make sense of everything, only to succeed more than expected.

Then Shěn Qīngqiū goes into seclusion in the Lingxi caves. He manages to save Liu Qingge. Shěn Qīngqiū has learned how to subdue and treat someone who's experiencing a qi-deviation from Mu Qingfang. Just in case something bad might happen to Yuè Qīngyuán again. It was also very good to learn for his own shaky foundation and his regular pitfalls.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. It seems to be true in Luò Bīnghé's case, because when Shěn Qīngqiū returns, he seems disgustingly excited to see his shizun again. He's even proud to be pitted against the demon elder during the invasion. Foolish boy, but very useful.

Then Shěn Qīngqiū is dragged into the dream realm with Luo Binghe. It's really annoying, especially because his disciple repeatedly fails to listen to his advice.

And then they meet Meng Mo.

The elder dream demon is pretty much the embodiment of Shěn Qīngqiū's dirty fantasies. And while Luò Bīnghé doesn't notice, Shěn Qīngqiū's desire is glaringly obvious to the demon elder. While Meng Mo generally hates humans and cultivators in particular, Shěn Qīngqiū' is interesting to him's reaction is rather intriguing. And it has Been. A. While. for Meng Mo, so why not have a little fun?

He sends Binghe into a deep sleep, then turns his full attention on Shen Qingqiu. The shared private dreamscape turns into something truly debauched...

Bīnghé is more infatuated with his shizun as well after his help in the dream realm. He's also very happy to hear that his shizun thinks not all demons are bad.

Actually Shen Qingqiu tells him that humans are just as evil as demons, there's not much difference, but Binghe misinterprets this. He offers to cook for his shizun and is overjoyed to have made a good enough impression to be allowed to move into the spare room beside the bamboo house. He vows to learn hard on Qing Jing peak and from Meng Mo as well to be able to protect his shizun. And to hopefully be one day worthy to court him.

In truth, Shěn Qīngqiū made him move into the spare room to have him close enough that Meng Mo is in range. It's obviously also best to treat the host of his lover well. While Bīnghé is training and dreams of a happy future with his shizun, said shizun is shagging his dream demon teacher in their own shared dreamscape. They briefly talk about Meng Mo changing hosts, but grudgingly agree that it's too risky. As a peak lord, Shen Qingqiu could be scrutinized more closely any time and both aren't sure carrying a dream demon around wouldn't catch the other peak lord's eyes. Luò Bīnghé, as a mere disciple, is far less likely to attract attention. At least for the time being.

Meng Mo is making fun of Liǔ Qīnggē's attempts at being friendly. He points out that the offerings of monster carcasses and frequent asks for sparring is more akin to demon courting than anything he ever saw from humans before. Weird, because the guy is fully human, Meng Mo checked. The last bit is a relief for Shěn Qīngqiū. He hopes that means the brute isn't actually trying to woo him all of a sudden and just has weird ideas about what constitutes as good gifts. Although, to be fair, the monster flesh is good for cultivation and make better gifts than he initially wanted to admit.

The disastrous Alliance Conference comes up. Bīnghé engages a Moon-Python-Rhinoceros, even though Shěn Qīngqiū orders him not to and the Endless Abyss opens. His seal breaks and Shěn Qīngqiū has a frantic conversation with Meng Mo, half past Bīnghé's head/mind, with Shěn Qīngqiū talking aloud and Meng Mo speaking in Shěn Qīngqiū's mind.

Shěn Qīngqiū asks whether he can conceal his demonic nature, to which Bīnghé and Meng Mo simultaneously answer no. Hiding him away until they are at Qing Jing again won't work until he learns how to conceal his nature on his own. Meng Mo tells Shen Qingqiu he will try to convince Bīnghé to jump into the Abyss to train, since he's reasonably sure he will survive there. Shěn Qīngqiū on the other hand wants Meng Mo to convince Bīnghé and then abandon him to stay in his mind instead, but inadvertently phrases it so that Bīnghé misunderstands that his shizun doesn't want him to leave because he doesn't want to lose him. Then they hear people call out close-by and Shěn Qīngqiū emphatically says to quickly come back to him and that he'll wait for him (meaning Meng Mo, obviously), then pushes Bīnghé into the Abyss.

Bīnghé is deeply confused why his beloved shizun threw him into the Abyss, if he doesn't want him to die. And he clearly doesn't, since he told him to come back! But why then? Meng Mo tells him that the other cultivators would've killed him on sight, obviously. He doesn't correct Bīnghé in his believe Shěn Qīngqiū meant Bīnghé with his last statements. It's not really a lie. After all, Bīnghé needs to return for Meng Mo to get back. He fails to notice that Bīnghé grows more and more determined to court Shěn Qīngqiū once he's back.

Cang Qiong is concerned. Everyone thinks Shěn Qīngqiū of all people mourns his disciple and most are weirded out by the change. Liǔ Qīnggē is more convinced he misunderstood his former rival's character. He and Yuè Qīngyuán try to cheer him up. Shěn Qīngqiū couldn't care less about Bīnghé, but is worried for Meng Mo.

Three years later Bīnghé comes back to Cang Qiong and proposes to his shizun. Shěn Qīngqiū and Meng Mo are both flabbergasted. Shěn Qīngqiū repeats his offer of being his host. Meng Mo actually leaves Bīnghé's mind and takes his lover's offer.

Bīnghé is surprised, then hurt and then absolutely furious. He tries to fight and kidnap his shizun and is met with the combined force of Yuè Qīngyuán, Liǔ Qīnggē, Shěn Qīngqiū and Meng Mo against him. He has to give up in the end, frustrated and heartbroken.

Yes, poor Binghe, no loving shizun to be found this time. I think it'll be funny, though.

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Legend VS LMK Characters:

Kui Mulang (LMK):

[Kaui Mulang, Guard of the Celestial Court, Mansion of the White Tiger, Devourer of Earthly Souls]

Korean: Gyumokrang Mandarin: The Wood Wolf of Legs

Former Celestial Guard turned Yellow-Robed Demon.

After Falling in Love with Jade Maiden and having their love rejected by the Celestial Realm. He gave up their immortality and he awaited for her to reincarnate. As he waits to make sure he will be there to see her he consumes mortal lives to longavit his own.

The 28 Mansions mentioned by him are part of the Chinese constellation system as to why there is so much star imagery is in his castle.

Kui Mulang (Ledgend):

Kui Mulang originated from the ancient Chinese worship of the constellations, a spiritual practice that combines Chinese mythology and astronomy. He is considered to be one of the 28 Mansions, which are Chinese constellations. These are the same as those studied in Western astrology. He appears in Chinese mythology literate notably the JTTW & Fengshen Yanyi.

He is linked to a historical figure called Ma Wu, a general who hailed from the town of Huyang in Tanghe, located in the Henan province.

Kui Mulang is associated with the constellation Andromeda, which appears in the sky in the middle of November. In this constellation is Kui Xiu, described as the "four-legged fish palace" of Heshansu (和善宿) because its shape is similar to a fish. Another constellation, the White Tiger, is also associated with this cluster of stars.

According to the novel Investiture of the Gods (Fengshen Yanyi), Kui Mulang was originally named Li Xiong. After he died in the Battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals, Jiang Ziya deified him as the Wood Wolf of Legs, one of the twenty-eight stars.

In JTTW

Kui Mulang appears as a demon named Yellow Robe Demon . He lives the Moon Waves Cave on Bowl Mountain in the Kingdom of Baoxiang. In his past, the Yellow Robe Demon falls in love with the Jade Maiden in Heaven and decides to elope with her. He becomes a demon lord and the maiden is reincarnated from a goddess to a human who is named Baihuaxiu . She is the third princess of the Kingdom of Baoxiang. The demon then kidnaps the princess, though she has no memory of her existence as a Jade Maiden. He marries her and the couple has two children. Sun Wukong manages to defeat the demon, which mysteriously vanishes after his defeat. Wukong then seeks help from Heaven to track down the demon and learn his true identity. The Jade Emperor discovers that one of the 28 Mansions is missing, so he orders the remaining 27 to subdue the demon. The demon is revealed to be a disguised as Revatī, the Wood Wolf of Legs, a star deity in the heavenly court, and one of the 28 Mansions. The Wood Wolf is then subdued and brought back to Heaven. As punishment, he is ordered to become a furnace keeper under Taishang Laojun.

Jade Maiden:

Considering she is a huge part of Kui Mulang's life I thought maybe also some info about her as well.

[ Yunü / Jade Girl or Jade Maiden]

Yunü is a common designation for a beautiful woman or, in Daoism, for a fairy or immortal

A Taoist deity or goddess in Chinese mythology and Chinese traditional religion who, along with her male counterpart Jintong (Golden Boy), are favored servants of the Jade Emperor and Zhenwudadi. 

They are also believed to serve as guides in the underworld and the protectors of houses and temples. Some of the Golden Boy and Jade Girl pair could be found on some graves at Bukit Brown Cemetery as they are believed to serve as guides in the Spirit World or the Underworld.

During the spring festival, pictures featuring the two can be found on the doors of many households.

This couple helps virtuous souls over a golden bridge to paradise and helps souls whose good deeds outweighed the bad, over a silver bridge to paradise. Therefore by erecting the Golden Boy and Jade Maiden by the grave of the deceased, living family members hope that the deceased will not venture into the courts of hell but instead lead their afterlife in paradise. Yunü and Jintong have appeared in several stories since the Song and Yuan dynasties and have become important figures in Chinese mythology.

There are several mountain peaks bearing her name.

In Journey to the West, Yunü is a servant maid of the Jade Emperor in Heaven. She falls in love with a star god called Kui Mulang and decides to elope with him. However, she doesn't want to ruin Heaven's pureness, so she decides to reincarnate as a human. She enters the human world as Baihuaxiu, the third princess of the Kingdom of Baoxiang.

In Other Literature:

Specific examples are the southern opera version of the legend, Jintong and Yunü, In this context, Yunü is called Longnü and Jintong is called Shancai Tongzi. According to the Shenyijing, Yunü and her companions loved to play touhu, a Chinese game in which arrows or darts are thrown into a vase. In the Avatamsaka Sutra, she and Jintong seek enlightenment and are acolytes of Guan Yin. In this context, Yunü is called Longnü and Jintong is called Shancai Tongzi. Some folktales say that Xue Dingshan and Fan Lihua were originally the Golden Boy and Jade Girl. The Jade Emperor was furious with them and wanted to punish them for breaking the celestial utensils. Fortunately, the Old Man of the South Pole begged for their mercy and was demoted to the mortal world. In the Hanyi ji play, the protagonists Qi Liang and Meng Jiang are reincarnations of Jintong and Yunü. In most popular versions of The Butterfly Lovers, the protagonists Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are human reincarnations of Jintong and Yunü who are expelled from Heaven Court by Guanyin or the Jade Emperor for their sin and forced to live as a thwarted couple for three or seven generations before being reunited and restored to their original status.

Thoughts:

Yunü has a lot of love and being kicked/leaving heaven tales.

But did love she was more than just known for this story alone.

The JTTW and LMK versions of Kui Mulang are not too different. However, in the retelling of their love tale he only mentioned himself ridding them of their immortality it almost sounded like in that tale she might have had second thoughts and he did it by force. But I hope not but we can never know because the LMK changed a lot of the characters and tweaked some backstories.

I think the real change in the LMK is that Kui Mulang captured Ao Lie before the JTTW. From the way he talked about the Jade Maiden, she had not been reincarnated or at least he had not captured her yet. For Ao Lie It had to be after his banishment of course because he talked about his powers causing damage he felt bad for aka when he burned his dad's stuff.

Well, I hope you, readers enjoyed:)

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