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shawtylilsalty · 7 months

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Play it well | MYG

Rate: 18+

Pairing: min Yoongi × reader

Genre/au: basketball!player!yoongi, football!player!oc, popular competitive brats, enemies to lovers, sports au

Summary: Yoongi doesn't like losing, and neither does y/n, but perhaps they can come to an agreement that benefits them both.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, build up tension, slow burn// kinda, aLOT of teasing, a lil bit of crack, semi public sex, locker room sex, rough, fingering, tiddie sucking, raw, please read at your own risk

Word count: 13.4k

A/n: i couldn't resist adding the humour element in 🧘🏾 hope y'all have fun with it

We were fierce rivals, always competing to be the best. He was the captain of the basketball team, and you were one of the star players on the football team.

You and your rival 'Min Yoongi' have known each other since the beginning of your freshman year. You've been competing against each other ever since, even though you're on different teams. Maybe it's because you're both so driven to succeed. Maybe it's because you're both so competitive. Whatever the reason, the rivalry between you is fierce and undeniable.

What are the stakes of the rivalry? Is there a prize at the end? Is there a reputation to uphold? Did we have a personal goal we were both trying to achieve? Honestly, you didn't know. But the thought of messing with him whenever you could was worth the risk.

You and Yoongi were practicing with your respective sports teams, but he still had time to spare. His basketball game was still a week away, while your football game was about to start in the next 30 minutes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of envy.

As if the devil himself was conspiring against you, the basketball came flying towards our practice corner. You snatched it out of the air with a quickness that would make Usain Bolt jealous, your face contorted into a mask of annoyance as you marched towards those stupid jumping monkeys of a team.

You snatched the basketball out of the air and stopped right in front of Yoongi, his own ball now in your possession. You tossed it from hand to hand, left to right, taunting him with a smirk on your face.

"What's the matter, Yoongi?" you taunted. "Can't keep up with the big boys?"

Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he glared at you. "I'm not worried about you," he said. "You're just a washed-up football player who's trying to prove something."

You laughed. "Oh, really?" you said. "Well, let's see how you like this."

You took a step back and launched the basketball at the hoop. It swished through the net with a perfect arc, and you turned to Yoongi with a triumphant smile.

"That's for calling me washed up," you said.

Yoongi's jaw clenched as he looked back at the basketball that bounced back to him from the hoop you had just made with a perfect swish. He chuckled, turning around with it and bouncing it in your face, trying to spook you. The ball bounced off your nose and bounced back to him. He caught it and dribbled it between his hands, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

"Oh, sweetie, are you a little mad because you can't have me all to yourself?"

You scoff with a smirk "Oh, you're such a sore loser. This wasn't even about me having you, but you'd rather change the subject than admit defeat."

His smirk only grew as you came to the end of your sentence. He inched forward towards you, bending down slightly to come even closer. He whispered in your ear, "Yet you're not denying the want to have me, sweetheart." He tilted his head in amusement, just to watch you get a little flustered but try to keep it lowkey.

Yoongi smirked triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He turned and jogged back to his team, who were all waiting for him with wide grins on their faces. They erupted in laughter as Yoongi recounted the scene, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as you watched them celebrate. You knew that Yoongi had only won the debate because he had resorted to cheap tactics, but his team didn't seem to care.

You see Yoongi's turned back and your eyes roll. "Ugh, he's so full of himself," you mutter to yourself.

You twist your body around and signal to one of your teammates to pass you a spare football. They toss it to you, and you catch it with ease.

Dropping it under your feet as you hold it in position. You jog back a few steps as you grin, with only one name in mind "ayo yoongz!! watch out for that ass"

Yoongi turns around just in time to see you kick the football with a perfect curve. The ball smacks him right in the butt, making him stumble forward as he yelps in surprise.

You burst out laughing and run over to Yoongi who ended up on the ground. "My bad, couldn't resist," you say, still laughing.

Yoongi glares up at you, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "You're such a pain," he says, but his voice is laced with amusement.

You stop in front of him, looking down and grin cheekily. "You love it," you say.

Yoongi's eyes flash with anger. "Oh, I do, do I?" he says. "Well, maybe I'll just have to give you a taste of your own medicine."

He grabs the football from the ground still not moving from his spot, waiting for your reply "Care to challenge me?" he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to do that?" you say, your voice laced with challenge. "I'm pretty good at this."

Yoongi smirks. "I'm not afraid of you," he says, his voice equally challenging.

You nod. "Good," you say, taking a step closer to him. You bend down and whisper in his ear, "Because I'm not afraid of you either."

Before he can respond, you quickly grab the other football from Yoongi's side and take a few steps back. "Let's go," you say. "I'm ready for you."

Yoongi's eyes narrow. "You're going to regret that," he says.

You smile. "I doubt it," you say.

You both line up facing each other, the football between your feet. You take a deep breath and prepare to kick.

"Ready?" you ask.

Yoongi nods. "Ready."

You both kick the football at the same time. The ball flies through the air, spinning and arcing.

You watch the ball closely, your heart pounding in your chest.

The ball lands perfectly between the goalposts. You cheer and throw your arms up in the air.

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head. "You win again," he says.

You grin at him. "I told you I was good," you say.

"Well this won't be the last of it and I'll prove it to you," Yoongi smiles back at you, but there's a hint of frustration in his eyes.

You laugh. "I'm counting on it," you say, boring into his eyes, finally noticing how close he actually is to you. The air is thick with tension, but neither of you break eye contact. You know that Yoongi is not going to give up easily. And you're not going to give up either.

Just as his eyes move down to your lips, your teammates interrupt, breaking the eye contact. "Hey, Y/N! Let's go, the match starts in five!" one of them yells, so you can hear them better from a distance.

You and Yoongi both look away, your cheeks flushed. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"I'll see you later," you say to Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. "Yeah," he says. "See you later."

You turn and walk away, but you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You know that he's just as affected by the moment as you are.

Halting in your steps one last time, you turn back to Yoongi. Trying to show that you were not affected by whatever just happened, you mess with him a little more to get to his head.

"Now, would you be a doll and cheer for me in the crowd? Who knows, if I end up seeing you on the big screen, you might earn yourself some flying kisses from the field, maybe even more after the game." You wink at him as you walk backwards, giggling at his dumbstruck expression.

Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks flush. He stammers, "W-what? you're not serious."

You laugh and shake your head. "Of course I'm serious," you say. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I might actually give you a kiss?"

Yoongi opens his mouth to respond, but you turn and walk away, leaving him standing there speechless.

You join your teammates and start walking towards the field. You can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, but you don't look back. You know that you've gotten to him, and that's all that matters.

One thing's for sure,, he thinks to himself "i gotta get on the fucking big screen by any means necessary"

After a long day and another great win, finding an empty locker room was like a glimpse of heaven.

As the last of your teammates, a blonde and a brunette, were on their way out, they acknowledged your presence before leaving.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you literally carried the team today!" the blonde exclaimed.

You dropped your bag in the locker and peeked out at her, smiling back.

"No, but seriously, I don't think we could have won without you today, senior Y/N," the brunette added.

You laughed nervously, a bit overwhelmed by the compliments. "It was just good practice, really. And let's not forget, we have an amazingly coordinated team. The win was a given anyway."

You flashed your most genuine smile, melting them instantly.

The girls had cleared out, leaving you alone in the locker room to finish your post-game stretching. You were exhausted, but you couldn't help but smile as you thought about how the game had gone.

You had spotted Yoongi and his team across the field, and they had all started chanting to get your attention. You had ignored them at first, but eventually you had given and waved. It had made you feel so good to see that he was supporting you.

What took the cherry on top though- was when half of Yoongi's team started dancing with poom pooms in their hands as soon as they saw you notice them. It was a sight to behold, As soon as my teammates pointed at the big screen, I saw Yoongi on it with a black bob wig on, cheering his heart out. I couldn't help but burst out laughing and fall to the ground.

When I got up, I sent flying kisses his way, true to my word. But seeing him catch the kiss on screen and dramatically fall on his best friend, Jimin, made me wheeze with laughter.

Yoongi's team was always up for a good laugh, and they knew how to make you smile. You were grateful for their support, both on and off the field. And even though you would never admit it to Yoongi's face, you had a bit of a crush on him.

After all, who wouldn't crush on a guy who could dance with poom pooms and still look cool?

You finished your stretching and headed to the showers. As you were washing up, you couldn't help but think about Yoongi's smile when you sent flying kisses to him. It was a smile that made your heart flutter.

Hopping out of the shower, you basked in the steamy warmth for a sec before reluctantly dragging yourself to get dressed. As you quickly brushed your wet hair in the mirror, Clutching the ends of the towel together at your chest, you reached in to pull out your spare scrubs, Yoongi danced back into your thoughts.

He can be so adorable.

Adorably hot.

Oh, when he's totally focused on his game, sweat dripping down his neck, you just wanna lick that salty goodness rig-

You turned around to drop them on the bench, and nearly screamed.

Yoongi stood there silently, watching you fumble with the armful of clothes and the towel wrapped around your still-damp body. His eyes moved over yours, seeing, taking you apart as he always did. You stood beneath his scrutiny

You squirmed. "I'm not the only person who uses this room, Yoongi. What are you doing in here? You can't be, it's against the rules."

Yoongi feigned surprise, his signature smirk curling his lips. He surveyed the empty locker room and shrugged. "According to the sign on the door, this area is closed. Tick tock, we're past closing time by an hour."

You set the scrubs down on the bench, and crossed your arms over your chest, holding the towel in place. Drops of water fell from the strands of your hair down your skin. A slow smile bloomed on your face. "Oh, is it closed? I hadn't noticed. How silly of me."

"Yes, very silly." He dropped his jacket on the bench and crossed to the other side, standing in front of you in the narrow space. You were abruptly crowded against the lockers, the cold metal surface sending goosebumps over your arms. You gazed up into his face, your brown eyes questioning.

Yoongi uncrossed your arms and wrapped his fingers around your wrists. He lifted your hands high, pressing them together against the lockers, his gaze never leaving yours. "I believe you still owe me a kiss, Gorgeous," he said, his voice low and seductive. It was a statement, not a question, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew that things were about to get messy.

But what the hell, it was either now or never. and just like that, your mouth came down hard and demanding. Seize the moment, you thought. This was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for. And you were going to take it.

Yoongi thinks that perhaps he should be more surprised. But if he's honest with himself, they've been heading towards this for a while now, probably since the first time Y/N stepped into the field, all swagger and confidence and threats.

You smiled mischievously between kisses, knowing that Yoongi was surprised by your eagerness to take things fast. He probably thought you were just trying to torture him, but you were actually enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Pulling on his jersey, signalling, which Yoongi didn't need to be told twice, was gone somewhere far in the corner but before you could even admire him- Tongues end up gliding around each other's mouth as he devoured you fully. His hands dropped to yank the towel down and away from your body.

Your full breasts spilled out in all their glory, and Yoongi licked his lips at the sight.

You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. His tongue circled for a few revolutions before he bit down on the wet skin, making you cry out his name. He peppered kisses over the sore nipple before moving up to your neck, one hand on your breast while the other sneaking past to get between your legs. Inserting two digits in your pussy as his lips sought out a spot behind your ear that drove you wild and made your walls clench around his fingers.

He pulls back to look down where his fingers disappear so deliciously between your legs, "Fuck, hotshot. You are fucking dripping,” Yoongi observe out loud as he stare intently at your cunt. pumping them in and out.

You couldn’t bear the tension any longer so you grabbed Yoongi’s head from where it was working its magic on your breasts and yanked him upward so you could see his face.

“Enough foreplay,” you growled. “I’ve been wet all day just thinking about this, so fuck me already.” Yoongi’s pupils dilated even further, hands working fast as he was already removing his last piece of clothing, then he grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his hip. Using his other hand to line himself up, he drove into your wet depths in one hard thrust.

You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as Yoongi thrust in and out of you at a furious pace. He paused for a moment to lift you so you could wrap both your legs around his waist and then he backed you up against the wall of the opposite locker where he fucked you long and hard. He used one arm to brace himself and the other was sandwiched between our heaving bodies, playing with your clit while he pounded into you with his hard cock.

you knew that your body was on fire. You couldn’t think straight. Your pussy was throbbing, and Yoongi’s length felt so good. His fingers on your clit were making your head spin. A tingle ran up your spine and pressure built in your lower stomach. It curled and coiled, tighter and tighter and tighter until your head snapped back, and you came with a yell. In a quick movement- yoongi leaves your clit to breathe as the same two digits were making their way in your mouth,, which you gladly sucked like your life depended on ",Shhh beautiful if i didn't know any b-better, fuck- I'd think you want us to get caught"

Yoongi stuttered and lost his pace when he felt your internal muscles clamp rhythmically around his cock and his own orgasm was torn out of him by the milking action of those well toned muscles.

Exhausted, you both collapsed against the locker, gasping for breath. All too soon, the reality of what they had done began to dawn on Yoongi.

"Shit! I didn't- Y/N, we didn't use a condom." Yoongi said worriedly. You smirked up at him.

"I was already on the pill" Yoongi raised both eyebrows. "What? You know this was going to happen sooner or later," you said as you fixed the front of his hair. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Can't blame my woman for being prepared," he said.

You grinned and looked back into his eyes. "If I knew sex was the fastest way to become your woman, I would have done it sooner."

Yoongi left another small kiss on your lips and said, "Mmh, I doubt that. I'm pretty sure my dick made you want to stay for more."

You laughed. "Wait, you're right." You kissed him back and then got up to shower again.

Yoongi watches you walk back to the stalls and scoffs in amusement.

"You're such an asshole," he yells out.

"Oh, you love it," you peek out the shower curtain to signal him to join you in the showers, making him jump back on his feet.

"You know me so well."

Things were gonna be spicy for you both in and out from here, and you couldn't wait for more.

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That was a long ride lmao

But also-

Don't be a silent reader that's just hella disrespectful and sad, if you enjoy my fics let.me.know! Doesn't matter if it's just a word in the comment, what matters is having motivation

which I won't get without y'all not communicating with me :/

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagines #yoongi #yoongi smut #min yoongi #suga smut #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfction #bts fanfic

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121231212i · 2 months

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Honkai: Star rail | Sparkle

"This world's just like a big non-stop circus showcasing beasts brawling all day and night: bears on unicycles, lions leaping through fire hoops, monkeys juggling bowls..."

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsredit #honkaiedit #honkai star rail edits #honkai: star rail #star rail #hsr sparkle #sparkle #sparkle hsr #honkai: star rail gifs #honkai: star rail edits #*my edits

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itsabouttimex2 · 6 days

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Plot twist: the moment d!reader is set free from both of the circles at the end of the journey, they dissapear into the night, never to be seen again...or not.

I'm sorry i just, as much as i love yanderes, i want to see them suffer. At least a bit.

Ps. You're an amazing writer and i really enjoy your fics. Also, you really helped in getting my friend into yandere, so thank you for that🙂

Taken Aboard:

Running Away

(I’m super glad that you enjoy my fics! And I’m glad your friends enjoys them, too! Yandere is a really fun trope to play with!)

So, in the case that you do pull a runner at the end of this long and arduous journey, Y/N… your biggest enemy is now yourself.

Because, as hard as you might have tried to fight it, you have been civilized. You have grown accustomed to society. You have started to care. This journey has changed and bettered you, as it has all your companions.

You are no longer a mere demon tending to monsters great and mighty, no more a child planting seeds and spreading spores.

You can’t ever go back to being the wild little creature you once were.

If you’ve ever read Gilgamesh, I’d say Enkidu is a good comparison for your development. After he’s been ‘civilized’ by Shamhat, Enkidu can no longer return to the home he knows and loves, the animals who once accepted him now fleeing on sight.

Now, if you leave before the journey’s end…

You run, devastated and distraught that so much of yourself is gone and lost, never to be reclaimed. The forest may not be the home you know, but some part of it is still familiar.

You purge the hunters and loggers who have taken up residence within the Emerald Grove, violently spilling their nourishing blood across the hungry soil, pitch their flesh into the mouths of ravenous beasts.

It doesn’t make you feel better- you know that at least some of these men and women were trying to feed themselves, their children.

But at least the forest is newly quiet, contented by a fresh meal, leaving you in peace to mourn.

As for hoping to ‘never being seen again’…

Sun Wukong’s Golden Vision has a little something to say about that.

Within hours he’s stalking back to the Emerald Grove in a huff, hauling his way up the tallest tree he can find and unhappily making his way over to you.

The Great Sage snatches you off the bark and tosses you over his shoulder, clambering down the tree as you kick and scream. You demand to be released and removed from the group, biting and pounding your fists agains his invulnerable back.

“Being naughty today, bud? Here I was, thinking you had finally gotten past this ‘running back home’ phase.”

“I am not a baby,” you scream, digging your teeth into the base of his spine with all your demonic might. “PUT ME DOWN!”

You manage to draw just a few drops of blood, not that it phases the simian. He doesn’t even seem to notice.

“You’re making things harder for all of us, you know that? And you keep setting us back with all the running away nonsense. But I had Master call a certain someone up to maybe settle this for us all, bud.”

Against your angry protests and endless assault does the Great Sage drag you back to camp, switching to hold you in his arms instead of over his back.

Immediately do your screams of anger turn to pained wails, the sound of a holy sutra hitting your eyes. The blessed bands around your wrists tighten, scraping the skin they compress to rawness.

And before you stands not only the holy monk who tricked you into wearing these golden hoops, but the goddess who gave them to him.

“Sun Wukong, please place the child down,” she lightly instructs, her tone even and polite. “Might I speak to them for a moment?”

The Handsome Monkey King obeys, nudging your towards the goddess after he releases his grip on you.

Guanyin comes to you slowly, kneeling to take your face into her soft and gentle hands.

And you bite her.

“You- you call yourself a goddess,” you scream, fangs wet with her divine ichor. “Of mercy and compassion! But all you do is hand out tools of torture and punishment! I wanted to stay in my forest! I wanted to stay with my friends! A hard shove, nearly knocking her over. “And you helped Sanzang take me away! You gave him these awful bands and he pretended they were gifts to get me to put them on! But they weren’t! And you let him! And now he uses them to hurt me! I hate you! I hate him! I hate all of you!”

Finally you collapse, sobbing openly into your hands.

Tang Sanzang watches in horror as heavenly blood feeds the ground, causing new and gorgeous growth to break from the soil, flowers blooming in massive clusters.

Wukong seethes that you could be so disrespectful to the one and only god he actually cares for, the only one he finds to be tolerable and kind.

Everyone else just recoils in both fear and hurt, your last words ringing painfully in the ears.

But Guanyin approaches once more, kneeling to level herself with you. There is no retribution or anger in her touch, placing a light kiss onto your forehead.

“You’re right, aren’t you? This journey has not been easy, nor has it been kind- and for you especially, perhaps it has been cruel. And I too, have been unkind to dabble in your affairs. Will you allow me to ease the burdens of your travel?”

From a silk pouch does she procure a mirror, pushing it into your shaking hands.

“My child, I give to you this heavenly mirror, which has been forged from blessed steel and holy sand melted to glass by dragonfire. To look upon it will show you your beloved forest, and all those you have left behind.”

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Now, this is super important- Y/N’s involvement in the journey is incredibly unfair. The others come because they seek personal growth or redemption, but Y/N?

They had to come. They were tricked into thinking those golden tightening bands were gifts and eagerly asked Sanzang to help put them on, jumping up and down in excitement at receiving something so pretty. The only reason they agreed to wear these ‘generously’ gifted bands was because they thought it was an honest gift.

So there’s already a sense of betrayal about the whole thing, that their first gift from anyone was actually just a trap to pull them along on a lengthy and dangerous journey.

Then, where the others were either entirely willing (Sanzang) or had to redeem themselves for crimes or mistakes (Wukong), Y/N was forced to come along with their worst crimes being: fighting off invaders and killing poachers. And all for that, they are ripped from home and forced to leave behind everything they’ve ever known and loved.

And Guanyin does three things here:

1. Acknowledges your anger/sorrow.

2. Validates your feelings without hesitation.

3. Actively works to soothe them.

With the mirror in hand, you can look upon the Emerald Grove and see your old animal friends, know that they’re safe even without you, and put your fears to rest.

It’s not perfect.

But it’s a good start to get you to actually care about these pilgrims, given that you don’t spend every night in flurry of nightmares, thinking fitfully of your beloved forest.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Tang Sanzang #Yandere Sun Wukong #Guanyin #Taken Aboard #Journeyfam

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digitalagepulao · 10 months

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Sun Wukong, the Monkey King: my design notes [!! click here for the full line-up !!] [click here for just the goodies on tumblr]

also titled, "I underestimated my file sizes" TAT Separate images and info below the read more, beware this is LONG <3

Stone Monkey: himbs baby, that is all <3 he's mostly based off the François Langur, but some of his anatomy and proportions lean more on the Gray Langur and Macaque side of things. His facial fur sort of forms a pentagon shape for the five elements, and I gave him ginger fur cus it's a common depiction for him but also baby langurs are very bright orange, and him not growing dark feels like an apt display of his more childish side, both good and bad. His nails are golden for a bit of a "hidden gem" from a stone egg. Also keeping the tail either in a spiral of C-curve when "engaged", and when droopy it has a feel of a heavy rope. Old World monkeys don't have prehensile tails, he can use it for balance and basic mobility but it's not a third hand for the sake of keeping his monkey-ness.

Handsome Monkey King: in one of the poems the monkeys are said to weave grass for mattresses, so I can see them coming up with a crown of woven grass and never-fading leaves and flowers for their king at the very least. His face skin is darker as an adult, but not much else changes overall. The fuzzy upper lips and sideburns are a feature of the species I'm basing him on and it felt like a good fit to add. I also love the forest langurs are so long-furred, makes for a good way to give him dimension but also, the linework style reminds me of old woodcut shorthands for fur. Added a jade coin for the symbolism, and it feels fitting that the king of such a miraculous mountain would have a treasure like that on him. Placcid chill eyes are imperative, dude's not had an existential crisis yet, he's straight up vibing.

Sun Wukong: during his odd-ten years away from home, he learned human manners so he can stand but, I can see him still needing to lean on his tail to keep up his balance here and there. As he reaches the Western Continent (India) and learns the Way under Patriarch Subodhi, he adopts proper clothes for an apprentice and eventually becomes a Rishi. He dons his facial paint from then on, and after he masters the Way, there's a brightness in his pupils to show his cultivated immortality. The beads are purple solely to stand out over the deluge of oranges that is his design.

Great Sage Equal to Heaven: really went all out on this one orz this is Wukong at his most egotistical and ambitious, and I wanted his fit to truly embody that. Took bits from Peking Opera costumes and common depiction elements of him, with some bit of extra for appropriate levels of flair, like the phoenix feather design. I wanted to go for a mountain pattern mail but I couldn't figure out how to draw it, so I winged a pattern. I,,, doubt I'll ever draw this armor as detailed as here, but I wanted it to feel a bit overwhelming to look at, while also seeming like it doesn't quite fit him perfectly like it's swallowing him. Bit of a "baby wearing their parent's shoes" kind of vibe; he's stupidly powerful but he doesn't have what it takes to sit on the throne of Heaven. Also I leaned his expression to how he might appear during the Havoc in Heaven and then his bet with the Buddha. Full unbrindled rage murder monkey <3

-- Ruyi Jingu Bang: can't quite move on without my notes on the golden-hooped cudgel, now can I? The secondary hoops are there for further design appeal and for my own visualization of how the staff changes size (the hoops move over the staff's length as if to push it outward or inward). The metal is dark damascus alloy, though the pattern can be omitted for ease of drawing. One hoop end depicts a dragon, the other a phoenix, and in the middle of the staff is the canon inscription as described in the books, in seal script. Glow is optional and mostly for aesthetics.

Sun Pilgrim: out of his stolen armor, Wukong seems to swim in his robes but in a less overwhelming way. Went for the simple fillet headband cus his face is busy enough as it is. I know he's skilled enough to skin a tiger into pretty decent squares, but after one too many battles, anything would get tattered. He wears red, teal, black and yellow, four of the five cardinal colors, while white (the West) is still missing. His red and black half-robe doesn't fully cover the yellow underneath, a call back to his golden armor; he tries to use his wisdom and teachings to fight back the impulses of his past, but they still shine through at times. I kept only the leg bangs for dynamic elements to better show movement, but also one could say he's got.... golden hoops (haha get it, like his cudgel?? :oD)

Victorious Fighting Buddha: leaned hard on the actual portrayals of the Buddha. Seeing that he's depicted with dark/blue skin, it felt appropriate to let the guy grow out of his baby ginger fur and into adult black, but a patch remains where the golden headband used to be. I didn't want to give him long hair so no bun, but instead, his fur has a sorta lotus-petals shape now rather than his single point. His face paint changes into a more domino-mask style, and his brow white line resembles a teardrop urna. I made the mail piece he holds longer to keep the flowy bits of his previous outfits, and I turned Ruyi Jingu Bang into the sword he wields.

Hello hi, this robbed me of three days of my life and I'd like to receive compensation x.x Anyway hope you enjoy this lad, I know I do! Also if you wanna send me asks about him pls feel welcome to, I'd love to chat about this bastard monkey (affectionate) (loving) (i`d die for him)

#jttw #journey to the west #xiyouji #jttw sun wukong #sun wukong #jttw fanart #monkey king #stone monkey #victorious fighting buddha #buddha victorious in strife #sun pilgrim #bell dragon art #expedition to the west au

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so-sures-blog · 8 months

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Pirate Jaya AU

Summary: There are three things Jay Walker knows right now in this point of his life. Number one: He hates pirates. Trapped on Nadakhan’s ship for a year, he has had enough of them for a lifetime. Number two: He is going to escape. Sure, his plans to do so are ducktaped together by adrenaline and hope, but come hell or high water Jay is going home. Number three: Jay has inadvertently caught the attention of another pirate crew with powers, a crazy old man, and the most beautiful and fierce pirate woman in the Endless Sea. He is so hooped right now.

Tags: Mentions of Abuse, Kidnapping, Hints of Trauma, Sexy/Badass Nya, “If-I’m-gonna-die-I’m-gonna-be-cool-doing-it” Jay

Inspired by the-modern-typewriter

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His ears are ringing and the sunlight is blinding his eye, but he’s still able to make out Monkey Wretch’s screaming, Flintlocke barking out orders, and Dogshank’s heavy footsteps.

Jay sits up, dazed. He’s aware of something wet dripping down from his eyebrow, and his chest is still gasping from the shock of having his breath knocked out. Still, he staggers to his feet and looks around.

Clancee is beside himself, panicking; Monkey Wretch is leaping back and forth from the sails, screeching; Flintlocke is firing shot after shot with his pistols; and Dogshank and Doubloon are busy fighting. The rest of the pirate crew are scrambling to either fight or run from the chaos of the raid.

Well, raid is a more generous term. The word was massacre.

The deck of Misfortune’s Keep was splintered from the blast of cannons and spilled with the blood of pirates. The enemy ship had appeared out of thin air, only giving the crew a mere half hour to put together a proper defense before they were upon them.

Not that it mattered to Jay all that much. He is planning to escape. He does another round on the crew when he realizes: Nadakhan is nowhere to be seen. They were in the middle of a battle, where it is easy to get lost in the chaos. He can escape.

He can escape.

Jay snatches the satchel that holds his stash of food and bandages he’s been meticulously storing away before running. He has to get to the Quarter’s Deck, where the map to navigate the Endless Sea was. Without it, Jay would be lost. He’d die at sea before ever managing to reach land.

Jay leaps over broken bodies, ignoring the pain from his body. Ignores the rest of the crew as they fight for their lives. Monkey Wretch is trying to avoid a man with a metal falcon and Doubloon gets thrown back across the deck by a man with glowing arms.

Jay scrambles up the stairs, snatching the map off the desk and stuffing it in his bag. He glances at Clancee trembling behind Flintlocke and feels an ounce of pity. Clancee was the only one who was nice to Jay when he was on board — giving him extra food and bandages after rounds of Scrap n’ Tap. But still, Clancee would never leave with him. He was loyal to Nadakhan and the crew, and Jay wasn’t.

Jay runs as fast as he can — heart pounding, blood pumping, making his way to the rowboats desperately. He’s close, he’s so close to his freedom. After about a year of being captured by pirates and being their slave; he is over it. Jay yanks a bloodied sword out of a fallen pirate’s chest, nearly making it to the boats when —

He skids to a halt. There, right there between him and his freedom are two women. Dogshank — the most massive and terrifying woman Jay has ever met is throwing punches that would kill a normal man at a petite female.

The first thing Jay notices about this woman is the way she moves. Her steps are swift and steady across the bloodied deck of Misfortune’s Keep, unbothered by the rolling waves or the chaos surrounding them. It is the kind of ease which only came from having spent a significant amount of time at sea, and just as significant an amount of time with a sword in hand.

She cuts through Dogshank viciously, slicing and stabbing and not slowing down for even a second as she leaves her crumpling on the deck. This girl is fire and heat and hate woven in the shape of a human form. He watches as she mercilessly grabs the larger woman’s hair and sends her sword through her heart.

Jay is terrified. Jay is in awe.

The pirate woman whips to face him.

The second thing he notices is that she’s beautiful. Her skin is a rich tan color and her hair is night black, cut in a practical bob. She has a beauty mark under her left eye and a gaze so dark and consuming it feels like he has been swallowed by a black sea.

Jay swallows, takes a step back and tightens his grip on the sword. His heart crashes in his chest and he tells himself that it's the adrenaline that makes him shake, not the thought that this might possibly be the last day of his life.

The woman tilts her head and walks closer, making a quick assessment of him. Her lips are ruby red. But before she can do anything (like kill him) a voice rings through the violence.

“ENOUGH!”

Everyone pauses. There, emerging from the captain's quarters are two people: a blonde teenager with green eyes and an old man with steely eyes and a sharp countenance. The old man holds up a porcelain teapot in the sunlight.

“This is the Teapot of Tyrahn. A cursed artifact infused with the power to contain magical beings. The ancient markings on the side describe it's a powerful relic that can trap mortals. Your captain is now trapped in here, and you are outnumbered. Surrender the battle, or we will sink this ship — with you on it.”

While the old man is going through his speech, Jay takes the opportunity to peer closer at the teapot. It looks like an ordinary teapot, with strange inscriptions written on the side. As the old man raises it higher to the sun, Jay catches a flicker of orange reflecting inside the teapot.

No way. There is no way Nadakhan is in there. The Last Djinn, The Prince of Djinnjago, the Captain of Misfortune’s Keep — was defeated by a tiny teapot? That was all it took? Jay is gonna eat his shirt.

There’s a beat of where Flintlocke, the first mate, considers the proposal before he hesitantly lowers his guns. Every line in his face is etched with hate, but he’s smart enough to know that any more fighting would lead to his and the rest of his crew’s death.

They surrendered.

The old man makes a sharp movement with his head, and the blonde teenager begins yelling out orders to cuff the prisoners and take them to the brig.

Jay starts, panic shooting through him. How could he escape now? Nadakhan’s crew is captured, and technically, he is a part of that crew. He may be a cabin boy, but he still looks like a pirate with all the time spent in the sea and sun. He couldn’t be locked in the brig, he couldn’t.

The thing with pirates is that whenever they lose a battle the winning pirates maroon them on an island — and give them a gun with one bullet to end themselves. Jay didn’t know what fate would lay to Nadakhan’s crew, but he didn’t want to be a part of it.

Before he can take any more time (to panic), Jay feels a sharp point dig into his back. A sword. Jay grits his teeth and slowly turns around, hands raised, to see the pirate girl behind him. He didn’t even hear her coming.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Jay grumbles. The girl’s mouth quirks, ruby lips turning into a captivating half-smile. Her blade drags across his chest before hooking the strap of his satchel. A dead giveaway about what he was planning to do.

“I don’t think so. You’re a bit different from this crew. You’re meeting the captain. I’m sure he has some questions about what a runaway is doing on board.” Jay can detect a slight accent in her words, but before he can ponder about how disturbingly attractive it sounds she spins him around and begins walking him towards the old man by the wheel.

“Captain!” The girl calls, and the old man is pulled out of conversation with a man with black hair and biceps that can crush Jay. His eyes narrow as soon as he notices him, and Jay vaguely thinks that being poked with knives would feel less sharp than the way he was looking at him.

“I found this one by the rowboats. I think he was trying to escape.” The girl shoves him forward and Jay stumbles. Glancing at the old man, Jay notices how his sharp gaze seems more considerate as he strokes his beard.

“I see,” the old man says. “What is your name, boy?”

Jay keeps his head down. “Jay Walker, sir.”

“Jay Walker …” the old man smiles, and Jay feels more unsettled than he’d like. There’s something in that smile, like the old man had just realized something important with his name — like his name was a final piece of a map to some lost treasure.

“I am Wu, captain of the Destiny’s Bounty.” He introduces himself. Jay blinks in surprise when he hears the name of the other pirate’s ship.

The Destiny’s Bounty was the pirate ship of one of Nadakhan’s greatest rivals, Captain Soto. They were bitter enemies, often competing for the most gold and the title of most feared pirate in Ninjago. Lately, there had been a rumor across the seas that Soto had been overthrown and locked in Kryptarium Prison — Jay can take an educated guess and see that the rumor must’ve been true.

“This is my nephew and first mate, Lloyd —” Wu nods to the blonde teenager, “and my quartermaster, Cole.” He gestures to the man with black hair, who crossed his arms. “And the rest of my crew, Kai, Zane, and Nya.” Jay turns to see the two other crew members join them — a man with spiky hair and a man with a metal falcon.

Jay can’t do anything but nod. Why is he introducing his crew to him?

“Why are you on this ship, Jay?” Wu asks. Jay jolts — it's been so long since someone has said his name. Usually he was just called junkyard boy or cabin boy. “What are you doing here?”

“Me?” Jay asks. He wonders if he should lie — he doesn’t want to tell pirates anything about himself — before he decides against it. Perhaps if he told the pirates his sob story and that he wasn’t loyal they would take pity on him and let him go.

“I-I — they kidnapped me,” Jay stammers. “A year ago. I’m from the Sea of Sands, and I was just trying to sell some of my inventions at port when they took me. I’m just trying to get back home.” Jay tries to fight back the blow of aching grief whenever he thinks of his home.

Ma and Pa must be so worried — they probably thought he was dead. They worked so hard to provide for him, and Jay had just gone to port to sell his inventions to merchants. It would’ve scored big money if he managed to. Enough so that they could have meals without worry for months, and so Ma could buy whatever she wanted, and Pa could finally stop working until his hands bled. It was supposed to be for his family.

But then he got taken. Lured in by a promise, stolen because of his trust, desperate from his wish. Jay remembers Nadakhan’s silky voice, a blow from behind, and then waking up in the brig of Misfortune’s Keep miles away from land.

Captain Wu strokes his beard while staring at Jay thoughtfully. “Nadakhan took you … without you using a wish?” He asks.

Jay shifts, uncomfortable with the sudden turn of questioning. “Yes. I used two of my wishes while I was on board to escape, but he would keep twisting it until it was nothing like what I wanted. Eventually, I decided to save my third wish until I really needed it.”

Wu’s gaze sharpens impossibly at what Jay said. “You had a wish left and he still kept you on board? He never tried to get it out of you?”

Jay shakes his head. “He did try to get it out of me by manipulating and goading me.” He swallows at the thought of Nadakhan and his voice, the Scrap n’ Tap, the beatings. “But he never could.”

Wu hums and circles Jay, looking at him like he is a particular trying piece of a puzzle. After a minute he turns to his quartermaster, Cole. “Take off his shirt.”

Jay reels, positive he’s heard him wrong. “Wha —” He doesn’t even get a chance to finish his question before a hand grabs his collar and rips the front of his shirt open. At first, Jay is enraged. That was the only shirt he had, he was wearing that, who the heck did they think they were to rip that off him —

Then he hears the girl gasp behind him, sees the others gaping mouths in front of him, feels the burning eyes on his body before being hit by a wave of self-consciousness.

Oh.

His body.

It had been one week since the last Scrap n’ Tap, and his body showed it. Usually, the games went on for hours until Jay passed out and even then, the crew wouldn’t stop beating him until they got bored. Ugly bruises of all colors had bloomed across his body, a beautiful and horrific painting. Old scars littered his body — some from working in the junkyard back home, but the other, newer ones from his life with pirates. There were slash marks from knives he’d dodged, stab wounds from the ones he didn’t, and bullet shots from the few fights he’d been in.

But the worst was his back. Pale, thin lines scored across him, a lesson embedded deep into his skin and bones.

A flogging.

The first month after being on board, Misfortune’s Keep had docked at a small port off the coast of Ninjago City. Jay had ran. He ran as fast and hard as he could before being dragged back to the ship to face the captain’s fury.

Nadakhan had lashed Jay a total of twenty times, the knots from the whip digging into his skin and making the pain stronger. Even then Jay hadn’t shut up. Every smart remark and weak joke would infuriate Nadakhan more, and make him whip harder.

Jay had tried to escape over five times in the last year, and every time Nadakhan had caught him he added 10 more flogging to the additional number. So yeah, Jay’s back is a mess.

Jay feels his ears burn under the sun as the pirates take in his damaged body. He jumps when he feels a touch on his shoulder and turns to see the girl place a hand on the side of his face and stare at him with wide, beautiful dark eyes.

“Your eye,” she whispers. Her fingers slowly reach up and brush the leather of his eyepatch. “Did he do that to your eye?”

(Gleaming hook, on the floor, slashing downwards, blood, black, painpainpain —

“Believe me, aboard my ship you will break. I will make sure of it. And when that time comes I will be there so you can wish it away.”)

Jay flinches, and the girl gets her answer. She swears suddenly, violently, viciously, and the rest of the pirates look more horrified.

“Dude,” the man with the spiky hair breathes, “how are you even still alive?”

Jay ignores him and turns to the captain, who for the first time looks caught off guard. “So you can see,” Jay bites out, “I have no loyalty to this crew. I just want to go home.”

Wu drags his gaze from his bruised body before settling on his hands. Some of the light returns to his eyes and he furrows his brow. “Your hands … are covered with gloves …”

Jay feels his stomach drop out of his body. “I’m a cabin boy. I need gloves to keep my hands from bleeding from all the work.”

“Nadakhan wouldn’t keep anyone who wasn’t loyal to him on his ship if it wasn’t for a reason. Even if it were a cabin boy. And especially if they still have a wish left. He must have wanted you for something.”

Jay tries not to panic. “I told you! He kidnapped me because he wanted my inventions! I’m an inventor! He thought it could benefit his crew if he had them!”

“Show us your hands and we'll let you go,” Wu commands. Jay tightens his hands into fists and backs away, panic bubbling up.

“I-I …” I can’t, is what Jay wants to say, but that sounds too suspicious. His heart thumps in his ears and he’s suddenly aware that he’s hyperventilating. His hands. He can’t show his hands, because it was bad, it was dangerous, it — it …

Quick as an eel, the captain shoots forward and yanks off the gloves before Jay can stop him.

There were scars on his hands. But they weren’t like the ones that decorate his body — no, the pale pink scars that spread across his fingers and palms look branchlike and oddly different.

It looks like electricity had coursed through his hands.

“I knew it,” the old man says. “You are the Master of Lightning. It is your destiny to join this crew and stop the Skulkin Army.”

(Power outage. Electricity. Chaos. Screams. Uncontrollable. Dangerous.

“Jay, sweetie, you have to be careful. Not all of us can handle electricity like you can. We can get hurt. Lightning is a force of nature. It is not meant to be played. Just be careful, honey. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”)

Jay breathes. He feels knocked off kilter, cornered. The old man is staring at him with shiny eyes and looks a hundred years younger while the rest of the pirates have fallen silent.

“No, no. I don't want to be. And I won't be. I need to go back home. My parents are waiting for me.” Jay backs away, fully intending to flee and run away as fast as he can. It doesn’t matter if it’s a ship, he can run, he can escape, he can —

“Jay,” the old man implores. He avoids looking at him, instead noticing how the rest of the pirate crew is slowly circling him. Cutting off his escape. “I can help you. Everyone on this ship is an Elemental Master. I can train you to control your powers. It is dangerous for you to confine them!”

“I said no! I don’t want to be a part of your stupid destiny and join your stupid crew! I don’t want to be a pirate! I just want to go home!”

Surprisingly, the primary emotion Jay feels isn’t fear — it's anger. Jay has been trapped on the ship for a year, and had dealt with Nadakhan’s sly words and goadings and torture, and out of nowhere this strange pirate crew comes in and tell him to join their crew? Fight against the most powerful army in Ninjago? To basically ask him to die for them?

Sparks explode off Jay's fingers and for the first time he doesn’t quell it. Jay reaches down deep within himself to the writhing, electric power locked away and blasts them with lightning.

Screams and shouts are drowned out by wood ripping apart. The blonde teenager had tackled his captain out of the way and the rest of the pirates were on the floor, stunned. Jay is too, but he quickly forces himself to snap out of it and book it. To where, he doesn’t know — he just needs to get out of here. He’s had enough pirates for a lifetime.

A blast of water hits him in the back, knocking him off balance, before it surges around him. Seawater grips his legs shut, and following the line of water he sees the pirate woman holding out her hand. Controlling the water.

She is the Master of Water.

The woman drags him to her as Jay flails uselessly. Like a fish caught in a net. She swings her boot on his chest, pinning him before pulling out her cutlass against his Adam's apple.

Jay freezes. The tip is pointed almost gently against his throat, but for him to even twitch would be his doom. The girl leans down, her breath hot against Jay’s mouth. All Jay can see is her ruby lips and dark eyes. He resists the urge to swallow.

“I guess,” Nya whispers, “that you should have tried to escape earlier. That little stunt you pulled only made me all the more interested in you. And us pirates love to keep the things that are interesting to us.” She grins, mischievous and dark and so many other things at once. “You’re mine now.”

She straightens up as the others approach and lock his hands in chains, but doesn’t take her eyes off him until she is drawn into conversation with the man with spiky hair. Even still, as Jay is walked off to their ship he can still feel her gaze on him.

He feels as if he’s in a whole other realm of trouble than he was with Nadakhan. Somehow, Nya feels just as dangerous as the djinn himself.

Jay tests the lightning playing at his fingers.

Well. It’s a good thing that Jay is an expert of escaping danger as he is getting into it.

#ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #jay walker #nya smith #ninjago wu #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #zane julien #ninjago nadakhan #ninjago clancee #ninjago flintlocke #ninjago dogshank #ninjago monkey wretch #ninjago doubloon #ninjago jaya #jaya

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journeytothewestresearch · 4 months

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Monkey King Misconception

There's a misconception about Sun Wukong that has been going around since at least 2021. It states that Monkey can transform into an even stronger version of an opponent he is facing, thereby giving himself more power and enabling him to win the battle. See the attached examples, one from Quora and two from Twitter. I think this mistaken belief is based on a misreading of Wukong's battle with Nezha in chapter 5.

During their battle, Nezha takes on a three-headed, six-armed form. Wukong responds by taking on a similar form. The battle is finally decided when Monkey creates a hair clone of himself and performs a sneak attack, thus wounding the child-god.

Young Nata grew angry. "Change!" he yelled loudly, and he changed at once into a fearsome person having three heads and six arms. In his hands he held six kinds of weapons: a monster-stabbing sword, a monster-cleaving scimitar, a monster-binding rope, a monster-taming club, an embroidered ball, and a fiery wheel. Brandishing these weapons, he mounted a frontal attack. "This little brother does know a few tricks!" said Wukong, somewhat alarmed by what he saw. "But don't be rash. Watch my magic!" Dear Great Sage! He shouted, "Change!" and he too transformed himself into a creature with three heads and six arms. One wave of the golden-hooped rod and it became three staffs, which were held with six hands (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 1, p. 155). [...] They clashed like raindrops and meteors in the air, but victory or defeat was not yet determined. Wukong, however, proved to be the one swifter of eye and hand. Right in the midst of the confusion, he plucked a piece of hair and shouted, "Change!" It changed into a copy of him, also wielding a rod in its hands and deceiving Nata. His real person leaped behind Nata and struck his left shoulder with the rod. Nata, still performing his magic, heard the rod whizzing through the air and tried desperately to dodge it. Unable to move quickly enough, he took the blow and fled in pain. Breaking off his magic and gathering up his six weapons, he returned to his camp in defeat (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 1, p. 156).

Both characters obviously have the ability to magically manipulate their bodies. Therefore, this is not the same as copying the magical skills and strength of an adversary.

Source:

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4) (Rev. ed.). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

#Sun Wukong #Monkey King #magic powers #Journey to the West #JTTW #Lego Monkie Kid #LMK #misconception #Nezha #Third Prince #Lotus Prince

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thatshinx · 5 months

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Great Tang Rant (LMK)

Alright I need to get this off of my chest

I love LMK so much but they way they mischaracterize Tripitaka is atrocious. Literally his reincarnation (Mr.Tang) acts more like him then their representation of the tang monk.

Tripitaka has like three main character traits, being humble, reacting like a human being, and being to kind for his own good and LMK pulled a complete 180 on us and said “That’s Tripitaka for you, self righteous, eternally calm, and antisocial”

The only thing they got right about him is that he studied a lot, grew up in a monastery, and is a monk.

They didn’t even get his clothes right. he doesn’t wear the fancy robes because he finds them to ostentatious and bhudists have that whole thing about vanity. That is until he goes to the Thunder cloud monastery to collect the scrolls, which was the exact occasion it was given to him for. The only exception to that is the time he was asked to put it on by the leader of a small monastery and that ended with monks trying to burn him to death to steal his clothes so obviously he never did it again.

The worst part it that their representation of Tripitaka has lead to people genuinely believing that the character is abusive which is the farthest thing from the truth. Like yeah he used the tight hoop spell on Sun Wukong but only when he literally murdered someone. Also it wasn’t even his idea, Guanyin told him to do it and who was he to disregard the advice of a Bodhisattva. Seriously though, what punishment would you give a murder monkey who feels no remorse and would kill again? A slap on the wrist? Tripitaka is just doing his best to make sure that the journey ends with as little casualties as possible

Tangent aside, please if you like LMK then do your research on the actual pilgrims, they are all very cool and very different then they are depicted in the show

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk tang sanzang #lmk tang #lmk tripitaka #jttw tripitaka #jttw #lmk rant #rant post #lmk jttw gang #lmk jttw

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I actually adore the idea of Wukong disguising himself as a mortal and working at Pigsy's while also discovering his own interests outside of being the Monkey King. Dude's been stuck in one job and one position for like, 2000 years, a job he presumably had since he was a KID if you think about how old he must have been when he became the Monkey King. And his responsibilities only increased as he grew older and suddenly he wasn't just the Monkey King, he was Sun Wukong, the Sage Equal to Heaven. The Prisoner of the Golden Hoop. The Eldest of Tripitaka's Pilgrims. The Hero of the Mortal Realm. All these titles and responsibilities just piled up onto this one monkey man who honestly just wanted to be able to live peacefully with his subjects and eat peaches all day.

That's not even getting into the trauma of the war against Heaven, his punishment in the furnace, the 500 years in the mountain, prejudice and abuse from both mortals and celestial beings and other demons, the Journey, and the I weren't trauma of being immortal and having to watch all your lov3d ones die.

Throughout his life; Sun Wukong is used to having so many names. There's an entire research article about it.

Branded with the birthname "Tianchan Shihou" in the Ledger of the Dead - now a literal deadname since he's crossed it out. The word "Shihou" being a privilege only his dearest moonlight is allowed to utter as a petname. He's been The Monkey King, he's been the Bimawen, The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, The Youngest Brother of the Brotherhood, Taiyi Sanxian/"Leisurely Immortal of the Great Monad" or the "Bogus Immortal" in his time as a celestial layabout. Sun Xingzhe/"Pilgrim Sun" during his Journey, and granted the titles "The Great Sage Steel Muscles and Iron Bones", and the "Victorious Fighting Buddha" by the Tang Emperor and the Buddha respectively when his Journey was done.

But after a long, long, long life with all those names, they start to feel more like filler than substance in his life. And certain names that actually meant something died with his friends or his mate many centuries ago.

But now in this "secret identity" he's adapted?

He's just Qi Wu.

Qi Wu; kitchen assistant and delivery driver for Pigsy's Noodles. Owner of an art history degree he worked day and night to achieve at the University.

Qi Wu; mate/husband to Mihou ("maiden" surname Xingjun), the most beautiful and talented theatre preformer in all of China (in Wu's opinion).

Qi Wu; father to a boundless gaggle of demons and alike. The eldest a tall scaly adoptee with lotus flowers in his hair. Firstborn a boy with a wild grin like his own. A firey girl brought in from a tragedy. A little stray shadow taken in from the cold. An impulsive former student turned dutiful son. A pair of twins the visual clone of their Bama but with their father's endless mischief. And Wu's mate tells predictions of more children, of both blood and adoption, in the future.

Qi Wu; baker of the best peach buns, and teller of the worst jokes according to his kids. Most insufferable, but impossible to live without according to his mate/husband. Most trusted employee to his boss/father-figure. An untapped well of knowledge to his teacher/other father-figure. Needs to get more sleep and to keep up attending counseling for his ptsd according to his buff fishy best friend.

Qi Wu; recognised by many as someone who is of importance but unable to place whenever he delivers to the village of monkey demons outside of the city. Only very few trusted stalwarts given the knowledge of just who the delivery man is to them all.

Qi Wu; golden red-brown curly fur littered with old scars and burns. Eyes a deep red and gold not uncommon to demonkind, but a rarity to primates. A pink heart-shaped face marking fractured by a long pressure scar that encircles his forehead, hidden from view either his untamable ginger mane or with a headkerchief he uses while in the kitchen.

Qi Wu; somehow knows many infamous demons and celestial-types alike from his mysterious past. Fears dogs, being on stage, and repetitive chanting.

Qi Wu, a man/monkey yao happy to go home and spend time with his family at the end if the day.

Qi Wu; someone Sun Wukong has never felt like before.

A person.

#sun wukong #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lmk #lmk aus #lmk shadowpeach au #shadowpeach

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