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lovelycureaestetic · 15 days
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Nu Carnival Unutilised Designs
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The Nielk Continent Gang.
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super-un-stable · 7 months
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Idea where Mikey comes to the 2003 dimension to find Splinter or April (probably splinter)
Oh wait I already did it
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49960765
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mathildejr · 2 years
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Life drawing has started again :>
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alicedusstuff · 9 months
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Nocturnal thought_english version
Wukong never listened to Macaque's advice. Every dark philosophy was countered by a happy thought. Every warning was brushed aside, erased with a kiss, blown away with a hug, or dusted with the idea of an uncertain ideal. Either way, anything the Macaque could say that didn't go along with the legendary Monkey King was ignored in the most beautiful way. And it was only now, in the hollow of his bed, in the middle of the night, trapped in the arms of the cruel one who had so many times rejected and desired him, that Macaque's spirit gave him a loud reminder of his condition.
"Wukong doesn't listen to me…" Macaque realized.
And the very thought of that reality repeating itself again in the future he found himself in paralyzed him. Was it healthy to resume his relationship with Wukong? No. It certainly wasn't. Macaque knew more than too well what both of them saw in them. The stone monkey saw in Macaque, the faithful and loving companion that he regretted having murdered. And the shadow monkey saw in Wukong the burning sweet happiness that had forced him to deny everything to let himself be consumed to the grave.
It was clear that if Macaque and Wukong had once sincerely loved each other at their first "I love you"; they both loved in the other, today, only the faded memory that they represented.
None of them knew each other anymore. Their movements remained in sync; but they were no longer harmonized in the same way as before. The difference between these two facts was as fine and confusing as the difference between love and worship.
"Wukong doesn't love me." Realizes Macaque for the second time, while his breath quickens.
The raven-furred monkey rolled over in his bed, and snuggled into his mate's arms. Since the destruction of Wukong's house on the mountain of flowers and fruits, the stone monkey had been in cohabitation with Macaque. The situation had brought them closer, and they had then decided to resume their relationship, which had been broken for a long time. But now Macaque doubted. He should have slept. If he had fallen asleep, he wouldn't have thought so much. Why the hell wasn't he sleeping?
Macaque closed his eyes tightly. His muscles tensed with the effort, as if his whole body was trying to force him to sleep. Still, the gesture only makes Macaque even more aware of his parasitic thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking. He really shouldn't let his mind play tricks on him. But there was nothing more. Every attempt made to make the dark thoughts go away was concluded with an even stronger wave of dark thoughts.
Gods! Wouldn't they shut up!?
-Macaque.
Macaque's heart skipped a beat and his ears fluttered for a second. Macaque tried to look around. He looked up at Wukong to see if the latter was really sleeping.
Had he imagined the sage's voice?
Macaque's breath stopped, only to listen to Wukong's breathing, to make sure if Wukong was the one who opened his mouth, or if he just heard a voice.
It happened to him often back then. The shadows always whispered a glimpse of the future, or the past once in a while. And it was so real that Macaque had a hard time telling them apart from the real thing. But for the past few centuries, he had been alone when these vocal manifestations had come to him.
Wukong's breath was regular and heavy. Her skin was hot. And although Macaque loved to stick to this fur which smelled of the sun; he was, right now, far too focused on making sure Wukong was indeed asleep.
- Wukong?
Macaque muttered uncertainly, despite the obvious fact that his companion hadn't said a word. Wukong's breathing changed rhythm, as if he had woken up at Macaque's call. But no. He was still sleeping. Macaque knew it. The shadow monkey smiled, satisfied, and made comfortable in Wukong's arms; flapping about like a little bird trying to shake off the rain from its feathers. Then, when he was finally settled, he closed his eyes again, trying to replace his worries with the heartbeat of the man he loved.
-I love you Mac...
Macaque tensed and looked up in surprise at Wukong, whose rhythm resumed a more agitated tone, letting the sage escape a few snores. It was a phrase said incomprehensibly. The words of a sleeping person. Maybe it was nothing more than the words straight out of Wukong's dreams, but Macaque had heard them all too clearly.
Wukong had said he liked Macaque. He had said Mac! Not Liu Er. Wukong had not used the old name Macaque. He had…Wukong has…he loved…he…!
Macaque's heart was beating too fast in his chest. It was banging so hard that the Shadow Monkey was afraid the sound would wake Wukong up. Oh please, don't Wukong wake up.
If he did, he would certainly see Macaque's red face, and the smile he was unable to make go away. Surely the raven-furred monkey's eyes would show all the love he had for Wukong? and Macaque wasn't ready for Wukong to see that expression from him. It would be so shameful. He would feel so dishonored, if Wukong found out how such simple words had excited the monkey at his side.
It was stupid to think so. But the Macaque would kill Wukong rather than tell him how effective a simple sentence had been. Enough to allow him to erase his doubts, and allow him to sleep again. God! Macaque hated Wukong so much! This moron was far too adorable for the shadow monkey's sake.
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sevi-fuk · 1 year
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dickinson-devotee · 1 month
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Steve in his birthday suit for his birthday 🍑🎂
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aquaaquila · 2 months
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My first original post I guess
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The Brawn
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The Brain
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The booty BEAUTY
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fallingsunflower · 9 months
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My coworker was like “what are you doing”. This. This is what I was doing.
my sparkly Instagram
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disaster-racing · 2 years
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mattspoetdepartment · 1 month
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Here’s the daily
I will get y’all to like him
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trennoandgreggo · 2 years
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happiest boy
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beardrawsy · 11 months
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Pride Dragons for Pride Month!
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kibolino · 1 year
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🐕🐾Enjoy exploring the woods together🐾🐕Have a beautiful day full of wonderful moments and love together🐾🐕Love to you all❤️
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alicedusstuff · 1 year
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Juste Error qui regarde Undernovela tranquille pour une fois.
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kemonoparty · 3 months
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creature that started from 1 squiggly line, i really enjoy doing these
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skiesofdusk · 1 year
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— • Continue On • —
I gaze upon the luminescent moon
Pondering upon it's silent beauty
A musical background of chitters and croons
Enhancing my mood with hearty glee
My thoughts start to travel and wander
To a world through beyond and yonder
A land of innocence and comfort
Of tranquil peace, gladness and laughter
Upon a silent night my thoughts journey yet again
Alas, 'twas brought forth a dreary and weary land
Where the past clawed and tore the peaceful night away
And comfort fled— wouldn't dare to stay
A frown etched on lips once bright
Eyes unfocused, staring at an unseen blight
A lingering memento of ghosts of the past
Returning of a nightmare, thought had last
Letting go is never easy
Moving on never fast
But despite the bone-deep misery
And phantom pain that leaves us aghast
For our sakes, for our peace of mind
For our conscience, and torn up soul
Peace is a lifetime process for us to find
Of a constant step forward to let go
Not every victory feels like a trophy on a stand
Other times in a form of silent cries
Others on knees bent and lifted hands
Others in unceasing faith to try
Take the step at your own pace
Only, move and continue the race
Soon, the One will wipe every tear off your face
And your heart will be full of His Love and embrace
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Just my mood and self-reminder that even when you're at peace and happy, it won't always stay that way. In my case, it's remembering the things once in the past because of the failure to let go. Still, we need to continue trying if we want to let go because we can only experience true peace, through a forgiving heart. Besides, Someone is willing to help. :))
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