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wu-kongs · 2 years
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Kinder thing wukong could do to that macaque is just kill him again. Even if macaque wasn't unreemabled, Macaque is too broken to ever be happy again. Best thing is for him to have meng po soup in diyu and reincarnate in a fresh start. Though who knows what killing macaque twice would do to wukong, especially when even in his dying breath macaque believed everything they ever had was a lie
drops head into hands
hey quick question am i a joke to you
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warning: graphic character death, but! hopeful ending
wukong flinches as a thick glob of blood and spit splatters onto his cheek.
"go ahead, great sage," sneers macaque pinned under him. "you've done it before, shouldn't this be easy for you?"
wukong stares at him, eyes frantically, helplessly roaming every angle of his face smudged with bruises, cuts, and blood. he himself looks less worn for wear, but only marginally. it's... been a long day. a long last few months if he's honest. he struggles to find his voice, stuck so thickly in his throat that it threatens to choke him.
"macaque... enough. i—i don't want to do this."
amused disbelief warps macaque's features almost painfully. "oh, the grand king doesn't want to dirty his hands, is that it? i didn't know you'd become such a snob, mei—hou—wang."
that ancient title in that equally ancient tongue, long-dead to all but them, their memories, and their dreams, not unlike any hope that may have once existed between them, pierces wukong through the chest. he wants to get up. he wants to get off macaque and disappear. or pick him up and hold him close. he wants to fix this. he wants to leave this all behind. he wants to fight. he wants to disappear. he wants to show macaque it isn't over yet. he wants to finish this.
"might as well now, wukong!" macaque loudly taunts, gait edged with mania. "who knows what i'll do if you let me free now..."
it's not a guess. the proof endures all around them. while they're cradled in a crater, twin to another from another life in another millennium, destruction looms over them. carnage and chaos have reigned over the city for the last two days, drawing lethal havoc and a body count wukong dreads to think about. it's only now, where he has macaque pinned down by a knees-spread straddle, that it's quieted down.
this has to end; the sickening truth is that macaque is right—if wukong even thinks of freeing him now, more will suffer. he's explored every option he can think of to conquer this madness, to dissuade macaque and make him see reason, but to no avail—and he has no one to blame but himself. he knows exactly where and when this started. he knows exactly who is responsible for this. and he knows... exactly how this will end.
"there it is," macaque purrs at the vague hint of soul-crushed resignation in wukong's eyes. it vibrates up wukong's spine to diffuse through his blood. all of his fur rises on end. "that look in your eyes, wukong. you know what to do."
"is this what you want?" wukong hysterically grits before he can stop himself. "you want me to—to—!"
macaque tilts his head, that shattered lunacy continuing to annihilate any other emotion that might have tried to creep in. "to kill me again? absolutely!" wukong flinches bodily at how easily he says it. "what, like it's hard? you know how to do it best! don't act like that, wukong, C'MON!"
the world rings in wukong's ears. his mind can't process what macaque is saying to him. that macaque is demanding HE—
"there is nothing for me here." twisted amusement exits macaque's voice, replaced by anger, wrath, resentment. "free me, and i will make sure this whole place burns with me. you can finish it," he growls, "you can finish me here and now, and maybe it can be fixed."
"but you—"
"this is it, wukong! i can never have what i want, you showed me that! you promised me i would never be happy, and guess WHAT!" he laughs, hysterical. "you were RIGHT! you were right, and now it's time to finish it."
"STOP SAYING THAT!" wukong bites desperately, fist flying into the upturned rock next to macaque's head. "stop—"
he's cut off when a hand clutches his wrist. macaque has wrenched one arm free of wukong's knee. his claws dig painfully into the skin there, pressing threateningly against wukong's veins, but wukong doesn't pull away. he stares, unmoving, as macaque unflinchingly guides his hand from the ground to his throat.
panicked, wukong tries to jerk away, but he can't seem to muster the strength. he should be able to. he knows he should be able to. he's always been stronger than macaque; something like this shouldn't be difficult. right now though, it isn't about physical strength—it's the inevitable. ever since he opened his mouth and sang that horrible, horrible song of the end, it's always been about the inevitable.
"you know what you have to do," macaque murmurs, suddenly frighteningly calm and sober. all trace of derangement has faded from his eyes. "you know this is what you need to do."
"no..."
wukong's eyes sting, but he doesn't resist as macaque draws his other hand up to his throat. the stinging surges into potent burning as macaque's hands meld his fingers to the skin there, but he refuses to close his eyes, refuses to dishonor what's taking place by denying witness of it.
macaque's skin is hot under his palms. his blood pumps heavy and and slow in his grasp, and that makes it worse. macaque is calm. even his heartbeat is slow... steady.
"now go ahead," macaque encourages. his voice is a terrible, terrible coalescence acceptance, resignation, and tenderness. it softens. "show me you were telling the truth. you've lied to me all our lives... the least you can do in the end is show me the truth."
it wasn't the truth. wukong's hold tightens ever so slightly. he feels macaque breathe deeply under it.
"show me... that i never meant anything to you."
he can't hold it back anymore—tears well and spill off wukong's lashes and cascade down his cheeks. his vision blurs but he doesn't move to wipe it clear; if he stops, he won't return to here, to now, to what is necessary and inescapable.
minutes slog by into torturous eternity. the deep, steady breaths thin, from blows to wheezes, from wheezes to puffs. wukong's fingers tighten infinitesimally every passing moment until before he knows it, the blood flow is cutting away underneath his touch. fat tears plip-plop-plop from his cheeks onto macaque's, where the shades are running colder and colder.
wukong's throat thickens like it's his own under someone else's clutches, like his body is punishing him by mirroring the other under it, ensuring he's entirely lucid of what's happening. he wishes he were beside himself, fully dissociating until perhaps he could say it isn't him, he isn't the one wringing the life out of his once-best friend, once-lover, once-soulmate.
he isn't though. he's fully aware of himself, of macaque, of—of macaque's lips moving to form words that make wukong's eyes widen.
macaque's body jerks under him, and for a brief, moment swelling with pure hope, wukong thinks he'll finally fight back, but no. he jerks that once, and then... there is breath no more.
it all stills. the ringing becomes violent.
painfully, all at once, wukong begins to exist in the moment, and it cracks him open. he doesn't let go. his grip tightens instead, and he chokes on a violent sob, doubling over until his forehead bangs against macaque's, whose eyes are still open, staring ever-soft at... nothing. they see nothing. he can see nothing.
all-consuming silence is cut only by wukong's wailing that echoes off dilapidated buildings and rolls over scads of bodies thrown over devastated ground. the bawls scream out of his throat until it is raw and hoarse, and even then, his weeps continue without sound.
he isn't sure when he managesit, but he rolls off macaque, fingers stiff and sore from clenching so tightly around the throat of his beloved, and flops onto the ground next to his body. the tears change trajectory when he turns his head to look at macaque's face, the blood flow flooding out and rapidly leaving him paler and paler. he reaches out a shaky hand but hesitates. how could he ever touch him again after that? how could he ever dare? but his hand floats the rest of the way and pulls macaque's chin towards him anyway, and then he closes both of his eyes, unable to bear their lifelessness piercing him.
he stares until his teeth bare and grit with more wild tears. it has come to this, and he never could've done anything to stop it. his thumb strokes over macaque's cooling cheek. words suddenly echo through his mind—what macaque said in the end. his last words.
"hope... in the next life... you love me back, peaches."
wukong's eyes screw shut.
macaque, in diyu, at the end of his punishment of torture in atonement, will cross the naihe bridge and drink from old lady meng... he will know nothing of this after that. that was how it should've been—the first time. that is how it will be now. and macaque will be thrust back into the circle of reincarnation without a single memory of who he was, what has happened, and... wukong. they will never see each other again.
"hope... in the next life... you love me back, peaches."
wukong opens his eyes. his lids are heavy and his skin is stiff with drying tears.
in the next life. in the life after that. all the ones before. all the ones after. he always has. he always will.
he reaches down to twine his fingers with macaque's rigid ones. before much longer, they'll be easy to snap off. no matter. wukong won't be around for that. he wrestles his heavy head to look skyward where it is bright and clear, as if to mock the scene it hails over. he squints slightly, but then the sunlight seems to soften in his eyes as if taking pity upon him.
"buddha, i know you can hear me... i'm calling in a favor. you owe me."
wukong has lived too long anyway. this world doesn't need him. and he can't fathom a second existence without his other half in any case. maybe a fresh start is just what he needs.
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egophiliac · 27 days
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bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word
I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.
(I'm sorry)
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bourneblack · 2 years
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i’d rather have rainbow capitalism then living in constant fear of discovery. the woman in the pride flag disney t-shirt might be missing the nuance, but at least i know i can be myself. a street full of rainbow flags makes me more comfortable holding a mans hand. look. corporations aren’t your friend. they will sell to whoever will buy. but kids seeing gay everything every year is only ever a good thing, and a massive improvement in history
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densewentz · 3 months
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Sleep of the Just | Inspired by Mucha's "The Times of the Day: Night’s Rest"
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anne-is-confused · 2 months
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Captain Francis Crozier, at Furthest North.
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I think it's so adorable that early humans took wild gourds - a tiny fruit that hollows out as it dries, making it float - and decided to make something out of it
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they thought the tiny fruit was so good that they bred it for thousands of years, making it larger to form into bowls and cups, and different shapes to become bottles and spoons
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and musical instruments
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And then, people took the hollow gourds they farmed, and they turned them into houses for birds. We adapted them into the perfect houses for birds, and now there are specific breeds of birdhouse gourd just for making into birdhouses
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And humans dedicated gardening space and time and thousands of years of breeding to make the gourds so absolutely perfect for birds, that there is a species of bird that lives almost exclusively in them
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fernsnailz · 1 year
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i don't know how to describe how much i love sonic battle's endings with words so i made a comic about it
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macksartblock · 1 month
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weird timing but s1 dads and their bastard fathers (and frank)
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knifearo · 2 months
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ultimately when it comes to shipping and fandom space treatment of aspec characters i just don't accept "aro/ace people can still date/have sex" as an answer from nonaspecs. like yeah. mhm. okay. now i think we both know that you're not saying that out of real interest in the diversity of aspec experiences. so you can turn in your seventeen-page essay on why and how you plan to examine this character's aspec identity within the context of a romantic or sexual relationship complete with evidence from canon and peer reviews from multiple aspec people within the next week or i'm putting you in the pit from the edgar allen poe story
#you know. the one with the pendulum#'hey. why are you as an allo person shipping this aspec character like this'#'oh aspec people can still date/have sex!'#'yeah. now can you answer the question that i actually asked you'#like goddamn just say you don't care they're aspec and you want to fulfill a sexual/romantic fantasy with them. that's Fine#it like. sucks. for sure. lotta aspec people will be unhappy with you. but everyone is entitled to their own wants and experiences.#but i'd prefer you just be honest with it rather than using our community's conversation points as retroactive justification#and ONCE AGAIN. you guys are real fucking cavalier with this shit and it shows a real fundamental lack of respect for aspecs#when most of you would NEVER ship a canonically gay character with the 'other' gender. cause again. it would suck.#you can do it. nobody's Stopping you. but it would suck.#and we understand that putting a queer character in situations that erase that queerness is shitty! until it comes to aspec characters!#and whoa... there it is again... people don't consider aspec identities to be queer... crazy how it always comes back to that#anyway. you all know what i'm talking about. have seen many posts about this lately#it is [ long sigh ] unfortunately a very hot button issue with the advent lately of alastor hazbinhotel#which. again. god i wish there were other canon aspec characters to be having this conversation about.#but we'll have to do our best with what we have#aromantic#aromanticism#arospec#aroace#talking#aspec#asexual#asexuality
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fiepige · 7 months
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Compilation of EVERY single time they changed Hobie's filter in the digital version:
Left: Theatrical release Right: Digital release
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You might have to click on some of them to get a better look at Hobie, sadly I don't have a video editor that allows me to make better edits than these :')
#This took so long to make lol#cause I had to edit every scene with Hobie from both versions so I could watch them right after one another to compare them#I did this with ALL the scenes he's in also the ones where he's on screen as spider-punk#but they only changed his filters in these scenes so it was a waste of time :')#sidenote: no it wasn't it's never a waste of time to look at hobie I just couldn't use it for my GIFset lol#I also made a bouns one but I'm not allowed to post more than 30 GIFs in one post apparently so I guess I just won't add it then...#but Hobie was basically filterless during all these scenes in the theatrical version#I like that they gave him more different filters in the digital version#the only change I don't like is in the first GIFs#cause like that one post pointed out it looks like they removed his lipstick for some reason#also really wish I had a better video editor so we could get a closer look at Hobie but I did my best with what I had#also slowed some of them down to get a better look at them#been having this idea for a while and now I finally finished it!#which means I can go back to working on my fics now#hopefully lol#also lemme know if there are some other scens you guys want me to make comparisons of#cause I have both versions#the theatrical release isn't the highest quality though so if you know where I can get my hands on a better version lemme know ;)#hobie brown#spider punk#miles morales#spider man#peter b parker#jess drew#miguel o'hara#spider man across the spider verse#across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#atsv#theatrical version
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Lackadaisy Enrichment
#in our enclosures!!#video linked as source; which i'm glad to see already has a million views and is trending. That's Right#lackadaisy#WHICH i have been reading since at least '07 when i was thirteen my god b/c this animation is based on the ongoing webcomic#like does its influence show up Directly in some Discrete way i can point to in my art? not very easily probably. And Yet.#the inspiration....i wasn't able to be Regularly Only for at least another year / art done Nonprofessionally Online was novel to me#like wow ppl can make & post fanart of w/e they love huh....didn't know webcomics were a thing & i never really read that many since but.#good god the quality of Lackadaisy at its onset is like this is superb?? this person putting in all their talent and effort???#and Then you get years & years more art and i don't even know what superlatives to throw out abt its quality as it evolves. obsessed w/it..#if i see a new lackadaisy comic page i Will be acting out. obviously this animation is a delight & also stunning. and fascinating to also#juxtapose as a Translation / Interpretation of the comic in a different medium & standalone snippet of Story#and that we're not even quite there in the comic timeline; Taking Notes abt character info we get distilledly here....genuinely love like#take it back to '07 i'm like oh boy can't wait for the dream team to assemble. then a decade later when it did? Oh Boy. that is payoff lol#namely hooray for stitches and mudbug at the field office for every passing gangster. killing one marigold associate but not the other#which seems like a promising start to shootouts w/the other dream team triumvirate. i adore that in canon so far mordecai freckle & rocky#have met but only over a nice brunch. re: all intentions anyways. anyways i'm like Gifs Must Be Made while i'm also so riled afresh abt the#comic that i've been sooo hype for for over fifteen yrs now babeyyy Deservedly. i've done a couple of rereads & ought to do another....#For Interest it'd probably take a few sittings to catch up from the start but there is much to be engaged over....this ongoing story that's#historical fiction prohibition bootlegging cats with plenty of focus on characters & several Mysteries. which i'm better at parsing now lol#like one of the more recent rereads like Oh Of Course x (probably) accidentally killed his y & z took the fall & that's a binding secret...#Not [oh of course] abt the circumstances surrounding a's death & how b & c were involved. nor the ''what's marigold's damage'' mystery#which is great. love to not know things. love that we can readily follow all the emergent drama everyone's wading in nowadays. hell yeah#anyways admire my organized approach to gifs here. four shots each Expressions Atmosphere Action Groupshots#sure might've muddled through gifmaking for this anyways but fr being a huge lackadaisy comic enjoyer for now most of my life helps#and its very Overall Inspiration like. just really getting the [you can really just draw stuff out here] going. fr the art's detail & skill#and that enrichment like i'm gonna have a great time following this. And I Have#you don't expect a crowdfunded indie animation in the mix back then but hell yeah fellas#SIGH ok removing a 4th gif that's broken / not displayed despite reuploading then entirely remaking it. if it's a bug i'll try again later
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bumbleboa · 5 months
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quick Law sketch because I kept thinking about him wearing a mesh shirt
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stealingpotatoes · 9 months
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hands you all this cal to announce i’ve FINALLY finished fallen order (by which i mean i finally picked it up again after those couple hours i played a few months ago and then finished the whole game in 2 days lol)
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Community season 6 episode 13 "Emotional Consequences of Broadcast Television" (2015) dir. Rob Schrab
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egophiliac · 10 months
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Have you heard of the "Crowley is Malleus' dad" theory going around? Where Prince Levan (or whatever his name is) didn't actually die and just went out to get some milk and is now known as Dire Crowley, the silly man? The implications of that theory is absolutely hilarious when you think about it
hold on, we can figure this out, we just need LISTS
PROS THAT CROWLEY IS SECRETLY REVAAN/LEVAN/LAVERNE/WHATEVER:
unspecified fae of some kind, with similar coloring to Mal
the animal masks are apparently a Briar Valley thing
has some kind of big blackmailable secret that was alluded to in episode 4, and then as far as I know never brought up again
(unless this was just Azul bullshitting, which is extremely possible)
based on Diablo, which...maybe means something?
has canonically worn Dad Shorts
CONS:
(gestures to Crowley's entire personality)
NO LISTEN Revaan was the guy they sent off on diplomatic missions and to take care of delicate political situations, and...look, I love this dweeb, but would you trust Crowley to be in charge of negotiating your war treaties
despite my brain insisting on reading his name as "Raven", Revaan's title does imply that he was also a dragon (or super into longan berries, I'm not ruling that out)
currently unclear why Lilia "my closest friend Revaan...he is no longer with us...I used to make fun of him for being kind of a priss about eating jerky..." Vanrouge has somehow not noticed or said anything
Malleus' Aloof Anime ~Aristocrat~ vibe had to come from somewhere, and by all accounts it was NOT his mom's side of the family
???:
turns into a bird in the opening, I don't know if that means anything but it's kinda cool, I guess
all that aside, if Malleus and Yuu are any indication, then the Draconias have...questionable taste in their social choices. so anything is possible!
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