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marrowthefairy · 1 year

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kitsune tails aus where he outlives sonic are good but you know what else is good? sonic with a bittersweet smile on his face asking shadow to please, please take care of his little brother when he's gone. shadows the only one who could understand what tails is about to go through. sonic leaves to save the world and this time he does not come back. shadow is now the big brother to the heartbroken grieving child he once was.

tails won't accept this at first. sonic is going to come back bc he always comes back. slowly, though, his own logical mind forces him through the stages of grief: sonic is not coming back. there is no way he could have survived that. he's angry at first, but no matter how much he screams, cries, kicks, shadow doesnt leave. he's too stubborn for that.

shadow is there whenever tails is desperately searching for ways to bring him back. through ths long nights of running simulations and tests, when he falls asleep at his keyboard, shadow carefully wraps a blanket around him. idiot, shadow thinks. no wonder he wanted me to take care of you so badly.

nothing is working. every simulation fails. the emeralds refuse to give up their powers for this. with each passing failure tails cant even bring himself to get out of bed. amy comes over for a few days to help clean up and make food- but eventually she just shows shadow the basics of how to use a stove and has to leave to take care of herself. shes grieving too, after all. shadow makes boxed mac and cheese and hamburger helper meals. he decides to throw out the canned chilli in the cabinet

tails takes the help bc he feels so numb, this might as well happen. this goes on for longer than either of them are proud of. shadow comes in to clean tail's room one day (shadow can't bear it when things become too dirty) but he's too fast about it. he only gets halfway through before tails breaks down in tears, wrapping himself in a blanket, weeping

through sobs, tails asks him. "when does it stop hurting?"

shadow is silent for too long. what would sonic have done? what would maria say? then he slowly sits on the bed beside him. he puts a hand awkwardly on tails back. he speaks, quietly. "it doesnt. i am sorry"

tails misses affection so much he leans into shadow, who hugs him, and eventually hes weeping and shivvering in shadows lap, just like he did when he was small in sonics. when he calms down, he thanks shadow for staying with him, through hiccups.

shadow thinks about how pathetic this is. he knows exactly how it feels. "i promised him i would be here." he says. he doesnt want tails to end up like he is.

things do get better, but it takes a long time. at least now they have each other.

#and theyre brothers now. thank you for coming to my ted talk.#eternal brothers btw bc tails is a kitsune now also #this ended up being much longer than i wanted it to be and i still have more to say #someone ask me about this au please.#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #tails the fox #shadow the hedgehog #surviving siblings au #thats what im calling it i think #i will be posting more. and yes i am writing a fic and also drawing art.

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paranormilia · 1 month

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Concept Dib hc's for my AU

• Professor Membrane is a biochemist but Dib has more interest in biology/medicine/forensics

• He has a white pet rat in the laboratory he talks to when he's working on random shit; He refuses to experiment on rats specifically

• He deeply respects his father and follows his every order, he was raised to worship obedience

•Has limited morals (learned them from professor Membrane), but isn't one to be cruel without reason

•Believes sacrifices are required to advance science, which includes live experiments. He quotes, "It is for the greater good of humanity"

•He refuses to cure his need for glasses; He puts his lab goggles on top of his square glasses LOL

•Exceptionally caring for his younger sister Gaz; He believes that his role, apart from continuing Professor Membrane's legacy, is to protect his sister

• Gets irritated easily when things don't go his way, but it's only really visible via facial features and hand gestures; He goes silent when angry

• Professor Membrane owns a mortuary, I'll leave that up to your imagination...

chat, did i cook or not? JKALKJLKEDKE

#invader zim #dib membrane #iz zim #iz dib #iz #invader zim au #iz au #zadf #zim #zade #zadr #concept dib #concept dib art #invader zim art #invader zim fanart #iz horror au #someone please ask me about this au

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hypertic · 3 months

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“Wait!” Beatrice hands reaches out to grab her arm, but hesitates halfway. Ava turns around, frowning, a flash of fear crossing her eyes before softening at the sight of Beatrice’s fidgeting.

“Yes?”

“I- I’m sorry.” Ava’s eyes widen in surprise, but Beatrice doesn’t catch it, eyes solely focused on her feet.

It was strange, but quite endearing, to see the most powerful queen of the continent fidgeting with the too long sleeve of her sleeping shirt. The candle light hits her features just right, looking younger than ever before in a room that feels to grand and too big for her.

Beatrice takes a deep breath, pushing down the fluttering in her chest and finally looking up to meet the woman’s eyes.

“I know you find the marriage oath to be quite loathsome.” She deadpans, and Ava feels her stomach sink.

She’s not sure how Beatrice got that information, but she’s shouldn’t be surprised. It’s her castle after all, and walls have ears. Ava’s head begins to spin with all the possible scenarios that could follow, but none of them have time to fully form before her wife moves.

Beatrice takes a small step forward, staring at her solemnly before sinking down to her knees, head lowered and hands clasped loosely at her front.

“Your Highness-“ Beatrice looks up, head slightly tilted forward, eyes soft and shining earnestly. It’s enough to make Ava freeze, words halfway out her mouth.

“I, Beatrice Xin, swear my loyalty and obedience to you, Ava Silva. I vow to always put your needs before my own, to remain faithful and honest; protect and care for you until death do us apart.” She recites, and Ava can just stare in awe.

Though the first part is, word for word, what Ava herself had been taught to recite, everything else wasn’t. Everything else was Beatrice, her promise, her vow.

Ava feels like crying, because she has the most powerful woman in the world on her knees, vowing to protect her, to obey her.

She can’t believe it, she doesn’t want to, for she’s been let down too often, hurt too hard and barely acknowledged for most of her life. Still, she can’t help the wave of relief that washes over her, because maybe, finally, she’s safe.

#inspired by that one clexa scene that changed generations #Obviously #you can pry cursive from my cold dead hands #don’t ask me about context #What context #avatrice #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #I dont know who decided her last name is Xin #But it is !#someone write them for me pretty please #writing #wlw #avatrice au #the 100

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riiviir · 1 month

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Terrible, horrible, angsty idea that has not left my brain:

Yk how you can get narinder from the mystic seller if you don't spare him?

imagine the lamb refuses to be sacrificed and then narinder later on gets to bring the lamb back from the mystic seller, and at first he's ofc like "they tried to usurp me why would I bring them back" but then he brings them back anyways because he's lonely

meanwhile the lamb, an unwilling sacrifice who has, as far as their memory is concerned, just experienced a death that is debatably the most traumatic death they've ever experienced, is very unhappy and the angst is just immaculate

please send me asks about this I'm begging you

#i let this one cook in my brain for the past 48 hours and #i will be posting art about it soon #gonna tag this as #defiance au #even tho it's technically not but kinda is an au???#SOMEONE TELL ME IF THIS COUNTS AS AN AU #anyways #yeah i kinda also wanna write a whole fanfic for this #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl #cotl au #cotl defiance au #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb defiance au #please send asks #cotl mystic seller #pinning this bc its on the brain

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shitpostingkats · 1 month

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your yugioh discord server au my beloved.

dunno if this already came up, but i tottaly see everyone chatting regulary (esp jaden the spammer-tm), minus yusei. he just lurks and gives a reply every second year/when tagged. </3

Yusei is the lurker who nevertheless responds immediately when tagged. The guy will never hop in and voice his opinion, but the second you @ him he has replied the nanosecond you hit send. He is, however, the biggest organizer of server movie nights, voice chats, and meet-up when multiple members of them are in the same city. This au is set after his series ended, after all. He's already keeping up long distance friendships with Jack, Crow, Akiza, and the twins. He is hardcore about keeping on top of online friendships. Sometimes he'll just pop into the vc while he's working and leave it open while he tinkers.

In ascending order of activity, Yusaku probably chats the second least. This tempered though, by the fact that they are always online. 4am in the morning? Yusaku is there. Yusaku's actually more vocal in the discord than in real life, after years of growing up raised by message boards an forums. If everyone sees it's been like 25 hours since they logged off, someone will shoot a message to Kolter, or they'll just log into vrains and hunt him down like it's the most dangerous game (getting Yusaku to log off and go the fuck to sleep)

Yuya took a while to warm up the the GC, but every day gets more bold with just kicking down the doors of the chat and going off about something or another. Also he's in a minecraft server with all his brothers and the bracelet girls, so if he's online but not responding, it's probably because he's griefing Yuri's dirt house for the third time this week.

Yugi's really active in the chat, a fact that never fails to blow Yuma and Yuya's minds. He'll be at a global release sponsored by every important duel monsters company under the sun, and he'll send pictures of Kaiba caught mid sneeze with the caption 'LOL'. He will be on NATIONAL TV AND TEXTING THE GROUPCHAT. His memes are legendary.

No one knows how to quantify Yuma's activity, because there's like a 90% chance most of the messages he sends are him???? But then there's also the possibility that half his messages are Astral feeling chatty, and it's very hard to tell because both of them are equally likely to start a rousing discussion on the morals of dolphins at 3 in the morning. Yugi is the only one who can reliably tell them apart.

And OF COURSE, AT THE TOP OF THE LIST, IT'S YA BOI, YOUR SUPREME MEME KING: JADEN YUKI. *insert airhorn sound effect* Spammer galore. Constantly uploading selfies of him standing in front of some eldritch abomination, or standing on the surface of Jupiter, or some other such equally questionable use of his powers. Liveblogs his annoyance at being made to do demonic paperwork. Makes incomprehensible memes that no one can tell if he's dunking on his henchmen again, or just really, really good at shitposting. He has a channel in the discord just for him where, every day, he just sends a single digit number, and some of the yu-boys are going crazy trying to figure out if it's a code, or some secret eldritch coordinates, or a massive ARG style prank, or what.

Yusei eventually reveals it's how many tries Yubel took to get the days wordle.

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hcdragonwrites · 9 months

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Just one night (a @journey-to-the-au Drabble)

Ok this is the part two! This is the comfort/ fluff of what happens after Six Eared Macaques previous rampage from Nightmares. I am glad I split these into two so people can pick and choose.

Mild trigger warning: Brief mentions of attempted SA (again nothing goes into detail at all but still sometimes this can still be a trigger.)

It’s over.

The nightmare is over.

Then why does it feel like i'm breathing but I can’t catch my breath?

Willow felt her heart beating too fast, her mind repeating the nightmare.

The cave still smelled of blood.

The imposter was dead. He lay there, finally revealed, a monkey of gray blue fur with a face of shadows. Nothing to be distinguishable of who, or what, his personality had been before it assumed the skin of their leader. Of her friend.

Of Wukong.

Her Wukong had come through the water of Water Curtain Cave in a flash of gold, eyes blazing red. Almost like a Heaven send. A blessing.

In that moment Willow had stepped forward, to the embrace of this nightmare she had dutifully taken as her yoke, a blur or fiery orange had smashed its way through the curtain of water.

“IMPOSTER!” He had called in challenge, his staff coming free of his ear. With a flick of the Kings wrist, the weapon grew in tremendous size.

The imposter had turned, hackles rising, bloody mouth circling back into a snarl. Wukong had roared. The imposter had screamed. Then they were upon each other. It had been a battle, long and difficult. Fur had flown, stone had shaken. At times the combatants had traversed the skies, shooting like two wayward stars from a bow through the Heavens. More blood fell.

In the midst of it, the imposter had cleaned the remnants of its meal from his mouth, making it impossible to tell the twisting and twining fighters apart. Which was which?

Willow had waited as finally, after gods and other immortals had been unable to tell who was who, Mama Courage and Wisdom stepped forward. Willow couldn’t hear the words being spoken between the celestials and Wisdom. She could only hear a ringing in her ears, a drumming of her heart.

She couldn’t catch her breath.

Willow's palms were wet with sweat and white. Whiter than porcelain. Courage took one of those hands, holding it tight. Breaking her numbness, her shock. Willow grasped the hand, holding on. The fear still coiled in her gut, a snake tightening its hold on her. But Courages hand was the anchor she clung to as her body battles within itself.

Wisdom had found him out, had picked out the real Wukong. A mother knew her child. That’s when the imposter had lost. He had felt it, probably, sensing the shift in the wind. In that moment he tried to run. The mirage of his disguise had fallen off in the fright. Wild white eyes, teeth bared of flesh. And now.

He was nothing more than a stain on the floor.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” The words echo, still alive within Willows head.

Willow was trying to drown those words out.

She’s failing.

The storm inside her body is a rage of water, threatening to drag her down. Those blue eyes flash sharply in her head and Willow feels herself shake.

“Willow?”

She startles. She flinches, shaken from the very real echo of what had almost happened. “Reaffirm our union… Maybe more later.”

Willow looks up, kneeling on the stone floor of the cave. She doesn’t remember when she sat back down. Wukong stands before her. He blocks her view from the rest of the cave, from what the other troop members are beginning to clean up. He blocks her view from the bodies. But Willow still sees the imposter, has to see it. She has to kill the fear in her head that at any moment, any second, those ice eyes can come back and stare into her. To ask things of her that make her soul pull away and her body go cold.

“Willow?”

Wukong stands before her, eyes o so vulnerable. His voice is bleeding uncertainty, his hands fidgeting. He looks to her then looks away, confused on what to do.

Willow also doesn’t know what to do.

How do you tell your friend that someone wore their skin and killed and began to stalk her every step? Willow feels Mama Courage beside her, the hand squeezing. She looks up.

‘It’s him Willow. It’s our Stone Monkey.’ She signs and taps in her unique monkey way. It had taken a long time for Willow to learn this sign language, struggling but wanting to understand. Now, after decades of living together she had mastered this speech. ‘Go. You both need each other.’

‘What of you? He needs his mothers too.’ Willow signs back, not trusting her voice. That storm inside her throat is threatening to release, the track of her tears still wet. Mama Courage notices this and frowns in concern.

‘He needs a friend more. He needs you.’ She signs back. ‘And you need him most of all. To banish that demon, that nightmare. You are still shaking.’

It was true. Willows body still shook as if she had caught a deep bone chill. The blue eyes flash in her memory. Ice cold and drowning her from within Wukongs face. She had been chilled in a sense.

Before she could respond, Mama Courage had stepped away. She disappeared behind Wukong, going to help Wisdom with the mess and to spread the word of what had occurred. To reveal the truth.

Now it is just the two of them.

“It’s ok Willow.” Wukong spoke, gaze still averted. “I asked my Master if I could spend a night to … to fix the problems at home.” Willow watched as those hands wrung against each other. “But if - if what has happened- if my face brings you concern- makes you uncomfortable— I understand.”

Willow saw him step a bit off, unsure of what to do.

The eye of the hurricane was moving over Willow, that numb silence beginning to break.

Another half shuffle. He was moving closer to the carnage behind him, further from her reach. Further from her.

He’s just as afraid as I am that something has broken between us. The realization hits her like a slap.

The great wave within her, the one she had tampered down to keep her calm, to keep her cool as she had faced that monster covered in blood—

It broke through her.

Before Wukong could step further back, to disappear, to help, Willow had his face in her hands.

Willow braced her courage and stared into those eyes, determined to banish the fear that somehow, the monster had escaped. The Monkey King's eyes widened, gold within a sea of red. Willow pressed a kiss to his temple, a test.

If you are my sweet boy, my handsome monkey, she thought vehemently, this will prove it.

If you are that monster … I’ll see it in your eyes.

Willow waited.

Wukongs face was full of surprise. He blinked rapidly, uncomfortable about the intense eye contact. He looked away, looked to the side. Then he looked back up.

“Willow… what … what happened ?” For he could sense something beginning to churn within his friend. A tipping point of sorts and he, the cliff she balanced on.

The monster is dead.

Relief.

Willow breathed out. The air in her lungs shook.

Relief broke the iron in her spine. What little courage she had clung to swept away and she let it. In the dozens of decades she had been with Wukong, had cultivated and grown their trust and friendship, she had found and grown a safe place to be herself. Not Earth Reaching Willow of Polestar Palace, Eldest Daughter. To be her true self. To be one with the emotions she had suppressed. The feelings she had to repress as a princess unless she gave the wrong impression, put on the wrong face, among her fathers courtiers.

I want my friend. The longing was fierce and wild. It scorched her veins and pricked her eyes with fresh tears. A strangled sob passed between her teeth as she tried to stifle it with her fist.

“Willow?”

I need my friend - I need him.

She could be just Willow here, in his arms. She didn’t need to be a shield. She didn’t need to be a princess. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, holding.

“The last thing I want is for you to go.” She whispered. And that’s when it fell. The tears came fast and hard, her body shaking with it. The hurricane was passing over here, the eye of the storm now past. The wind within her was full of the past years spent with the imitation of her friend. His watching eyes, his burning brushes against her hands. Those days when he had hinted, suggested, and plainly stated he wanted more—

Wukongs hands held her arms, cooed in her ear. “It’s ok Willow. Let it out. Breathe.”

“Don’t go…” she whispered, making a mess of tears on his shoulder.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. I’m right here.”

Nightmares. She felt them all coming across her mind then, each time she lifted her face to catch a breath. The nightmares flashed into her head. But they weren’t nightmares.

“He can’t hurt you Willow. He can’t hurt anyone ever again.” Wukongs voice was fierce in that promise as he turned to press a kiss to her temple. Sealing the promise as he rubbed her arms like a mother to a babe.

They were memories. Of all the times the imposter, the Six Eared Macaque, had pressed her for touches. Had asked for kisses. Had attempted many times to get her away from the eyes of others. Earth Reaching Willow had walked the halls feeling eyes always upon her.

He had cornered her one terrible night and had reached for her. Willow had felt like a rabbit caught in a snare as his hand had caressed her face, had trailed to her lips. He had been interrupted by Rin Rin coming in to ask for bouquet suggestions, wanting to know what blossoms to pair best with what greens in preparation for a feast. Her friend had saved her that night and she didn’t even know.

None of them had known.

Each time the memory popped up, Willow flinched away, trying to curl deeper into the orange fur. Trying to burrow into her friend because he was real. And she needed that reality from the wake that was her mind. It grounded her, allowed her to be scared. Willow breathed him in. The imposter had never smelled quite right, had never felt quite right, hadn’t talked quite right. At least to her.

Wukong, this Wukong- her Wukong, smelled of the world, of growing things and sunlight, of ozone and wind. Of rain upon dry stone. The Six Eared Macaque had been floral and fruity, sweet like a honeyed nectar trap, like a carnivorous flower. And she the unwitting fly.

All the things he had tried to do to lure her in had failed. Willow had survived.

Barely.

My Wukong is here. My friend, my confidant, my partner in this eternity. I do not have to be brave anymore. I don’t have to be strong. Here, I can cry.

Nothing could ever replicate the muscle memory, the familial way that Willow and Wukong both folded into each other's embrace. They had hundreds of years to build this body-deep familiarity with one another. This instinctual trust.

Not even a six eared all knowing demonic monkey could copy that.

Willows sobs were not slowing. They were gaining traction instead. All the fear of years of living with a masked monster in their midst, all the close calls that Willow was remembering now, battered her. Wukong shifted a bit and she felt more than saw Wukong grow in size. Her arms moved apart, having to move from holding his face to grab his middle.

“I’m going to move us Willow. Is that alright ?” His voice is soft, questioning.

My sweet friend, so tender in his asking.

She can’t trust her own voice but nods. Then they were up, an arm beneath her leg and another holding her back. As the sounds of the waterfall retreated, Willow felt the tightness in her chest start to loosen. Breaths she couldn’t take before, that seemed to catch in her throat, came easier.

Each step took them away from the roar of the water. With each crash of tears, Willow curled into her friend. Mama Courage had been right. She had needed him.

Wukong finally stopped moving, settling the both of them down onto the stone floor. They were in an alcove, a bit of a stone hollow off of the main passageway. Willow looked up at Wukong then as he crossed his legs. He nestled her into his lap. His tail wrapped her own lags, a warm blanket against the cold.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm..” Willow sniffed. Her nose would be stuffed later but she didn’t care. Couldn’t care. She wiped her eyes and tried to see through them.

Wukong looked terribly sad, his face on the brink of breaking itself.

“Oh darling…” she hiccuped. Willow touched his forehead. The golden circlet was cold across her fingers. “It’s not your fault.”

She could see it hurting, eating away at her friend. A worm within an apple core, destroying all the good fruit about it.

They only had one night. One night.

Willow wished for more than just a night.

“Wu-Wukong.” Her voice came out thick. Her monkey leaned into her touch, those golden eyes warm and full of love.

“You don’t need to relive those things.” He said. “Not tonight. Not ever again if you wish. You don’t even have to trust me again. My face … it has been used for terrible things…monstrous things. I see it in all of your eyes.”

Unspilled tears pooled in his face. “I can see it in your eyes. In my mothers. In my friends. In Ba and Ma and Liu and Rin Rins eyes.”

“You all have ghosts in your eyes and I can’t banish them. Because I caused them. ”

Those sad words were spoken with such sorrow, with such rejection that Willows was moving before she could think. Willow pulled his face down to hers.

“This isn’t your fault Wukong.” Willow said.

“It is completely my fault…”

“Oh my sweet Monkey…” She said into his fur. I wish you didn’t have to go- I wish you could stay here, stay with us with me, to help chase those memories into the dark. “How I missed you.”

Wukong swiped some of her tears off her cheek, rumbling not words but noises.

“But you have a pilgrimage to be a part of. You are needed there.” Willow says.

“I’m needed here.” The guilt is eating him, swallowing him up bit by bit. The words he couldn’t say were evident in his eyes. If I had been here none of this would have happened, they said.

“You will always be needed here.”

“Maybe not as welcome.” Wukong pulled back, looking away. “ A stranger took my face and committed atrocities. That face, my face, hurt you. My mothers. My friends. My home.” His voice is shaking. From anger, from sorrow, she did not know. Wukong was powerful. He had challenged Heaven, had defeated dragons, outwitted gods. He had shapeshifted into a thousand different things, had gained a weapon that matched his own abilities. He was a warrior, a King who cared for his people.

Wukong hadn’t been able to protect them. It ate at him. Swallowed him in an endless loop of pain.

“I wasn’t here to protect you.” He whispered. Wukong had burst through the cave, seeking his doppleganger with anger. When he had seen the bloody remains of Cloud, the smiling face of his imitation covered in blood and approaching his mothers and Willow—

He had lost it.

“Wukong look at me.”

He didn’t move his head, despondent. Willow dug her fingers in deeper to the fur, twisting the large monkey about just enough to see him clearly.

She carded those fingers through Wukongs fur, half comfort for her and half comfort for him. Those fingers plucked and pulled, tugged and tended in the ways the monkey king had shown her, all those years ago when she first came to Flower Fruit Mountain.

“It’s better than brushing,” He had said. “It’s a way we say we love one another and strengthen that love. A language spoken through our hands.”

Willow spoke that silent language now. She moved the fingers through and around his face, over his ears. Willow silently kissed the tears from his cheeks as she cried her own. His pain was hers. And hers was his.

In that silent and dark place the two took shelter against the world. Willow from her own memories. Wukong from his own perceived failings.

The story of what happened fell slowly from Willows lips. She held nothing back. Wukong would either stiffen or growl, huff or pull her closer at each new unearthed memory. Willow lived them again here and now, feeling the night slip between her fingers like grains of sand. She had only one night.

One night to banish that blue-eyed monster from its association with Wukong. I won’t let that demon take him from me.

It was a fierceness that surprised Willow. It gave back some of her strength, allowing her to speak nakedly about the truth of what had happened since Wukong began his pilgrimage.

I won’t let him be poisoned to me. I won’t let my experience of a few years erase more than a lifetime of memories.

Willow would not leave that between them. She loved Wukong too much to lose him to some faceless cannibal that had been a drop in the ocean of time they had spent together.

It would take more than a night Willow knew, to repair what things had been shaken. But she would get the worst of it done. She would find a way to see him again before his journey was done. She needed him. And he needed her.

If I have to blackmail all of Heaven I will. I’ll air my fathers own dirty laundry to steal a few moments with Wukong on the road. Then once he’s home I won’t let him go till he knows he’s wanted and loved by all of us. He’s family.

Willow cried and in turn counseled her friend. Wukong simply sat at times to listen, at others times he spoke of promises and things he would do, ways he would make it up to her. Willow would shake her head.

“Just be you. Just always and forever be my lovely Monkey.”

“I promise.”

And together, in the very heart of the mountain, the two wept. Once the sun rose, Wukong brought Willow back to his mothers. He said his goodbyes. The pain and indecision on his face was at war with itself. Willow, when her turn came to say goodbye, took Wukongs hand. She wrapped her pinky around his.

“When I see you again I’ll tell you of all the things we’ve done.” Willow whispered, pressing her forehead to his. “I will tell you of the seasons change and I will tell you of the coconut toddy and sweet plumb wine we drink for you on your birthday. Of Ba and Ma’s latest stunts, of how Liu and Rin Rin act cuter than ever as they continue to court. I will tell you of all the babies born and all of the younglings who try to prove themselves to their amors.”

Willow felt Wukong shake a bit. She tightened her hold on his other hand, squeezing. “I will tell you of the new trees we plant, of the new games we invent, of the new relationships we cultivate.”

“The most important thing I will tell you though is how much we love and miss you, Wukong. How we are all eagerly awaiting you back at home. How, even now, I can’t wait for your return.”

“You … mean that?” He stared, golden sunset eyes misting over with new tears.

“Oh love. You don’t have to ask. I always miss you.” She smiled. “You are my handsome monkey. My lovely monkey. My best friend. I want you to be happy. And if ever those fellows you travel with make you guess or judge yourself harshly— then I will remind them why I chose you. Of all the beings and people of the world and Heaven, I picked you. And you picked me.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“The sooner you go.” Willow said softly. “The sooner you will come back to Flower Fruit Mountain. And the sooner I can enjoy those peaceful days with my husband.”

Wukong gave one last desperate look back, and it took all of his family’s willpower not to call him, to beg him to stay. Instead, Willow waved smiling at him. Mama Courage and Mama Wisdom both held each other, smiling at their boy.

Marshal Liu stepped closer to the smaller group, along with Ma and Ba and Beng. A silent gesture of we will take care of them, in that action.

Wukong smiled, half heartedly, and leapt through the water. Gone as quickly as he had arrived.

Willow turned then, hands clasped within their robed sleeves. She had a task to do now.

“Marshal Liu?”

“You have an idea, don’t you Mrs Willow?”

“Are my thoughts that evident?” Willow smiled as Marshal Liu nodded. He kept pace with her. walking as Willow turned deeper into the cave.

“I need a few scrolls of parchment.” The idea had already taken shape in her mind. Wukong may be stuck within his duties to his pilgrims. But she was not. She would have to be wise, be careful. She didn’t want to turn this into a heavenly spectacle. She did have a few contacts, however, that could be trusted with the whole truth of her urgency. “I need to write a few letters to Heaven.”

“Heaven?”

“Yes. I know Liu. I don't write home often.” As the sounds of the waterfall faded again, Willow felt her heart thrum with determination. “One night is hardly enough time to heal what has been wrecked here. And I intend on calling on a few favors.” She would send her letters, seeking out sympathetic ears discreetly. She would help Sun Wukong heal just as much as he had helped her. They would do so together. Even if the distance may be great I will find a way.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #passes out #I AINT gonna lie I cried at parts in this one #because Earth Reaching Willow and Sun Wukongs relationship is so strong and tender #yes kisses can be platonic fight me I’ve seen enough of culture to know this #forehead kisses though? those are the best so of course I had to throw those in #please when she says ‘I need him’ made me instantly sob because we have all been there when we just need to fall into someone’s arms and cry #I’m sorry if this makes you cry too #I got tissues for you #for journey to the au #sun wukong #earth reaching willow #the betrothal au #jttw wukong #jttw monkey king #jttw tag #jttw au #dude writing Rin Rin Coming into that scene -#like asking about flowers and pausing because the tension in the air must be so thick. that sent chills up my spine just a bit #I love all these monkeys #no music this time either I had to feel this one out without musical help #I Hope i did. them justice #because I love this AU very much #hcfanfics

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mangosaurus · 6 months

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sorry for the constant benrius posting i promise it'll end soon. not today though my brain spontaneously spawned an academic rivals-to-lovers paleontologists benrius AU and now it's all i can think about forever

#someone PLEASE ask me about the academic rivals-to-lovers paleontologists benrius AU. i NEED an excuse to inflict this upon the masses #mango roars

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paranormilia · 2 months

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“Now boy, you better get to confessing. It’ll benefit you in the long run. You either take the plea or don’t– We would rather you rot in prison.”

“It wasn’t me!” Dib slammed his fist on the interrogation table, “Why would you ever accuse me of such a thing? My own sister?” His voice trembled, “I could never.”

“We found your fingerprints on the knife found near the crime scene,” The man leaned into his face, “Science doesn’t lie.”

“You’re wrong! Wrong wrong wrong!” He burrowed himself into his arms, “I only went to check on her, and my father walked in half a second later! It’s not fucking fair!”

The man retreated into his chair, scuffling through dozens of papers, “You sure you weren’t angry? You didn’t feel any sort of resentment towards Gazlene? You and your father seemed relatively close as it appeared in the media until the birth of your sister.”

He looks up from the stack, lacking any empathy or trust, “You killed her, Dib.”

#invader zim #dib membrane #iz zim #iz dib #invader zim au #invader zim fanart #gaz membrane #professor membrane #gir #zim #iz #iz au #iz horror au #lol i need to sleep #im rusty with art and writing Im so sad #what should i name this au?#someone please ask me about this au

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forever-eternal · 3 months

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OK- pinterest was very helpful

But I found 8 different matching outfits you could possibly draw The Parents in

Got Robin and her dresses then Adam and his 80s dad outfits, for the most part- yes, dad outfits

👀👀

Didn’t draw all eight, but I did my top three favorites for now!

As you can see-- I got lazy with the backgrounds 😅

#welcome to the table #wttt #welcome to the table au #family ties au #wttt gov #wttt assistant #wttt oc #my art <3 #ask and answered #I am SO normal about them I swear #👁️👁️#gonna try and find something cute to draw them in for Valentine’s Day ☺️#once again-- Robin looks good in everything #and Adam is happy to be with her #God I wish that were me #I am STRUGGLING to find a reason to draw each State design #someone please ask me to draw States #I have ONLY drawn the OG’s I am PERISHING

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formulanni · 28 days

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More about my Lestappen Cowboy AU (even though no one asked 😁)

Charles & Max

-- It makes sense that both Max and Charles are good at Bronc/Bull Riding. One of them has always been good at holding on when things get tough and the other has always had problems letting go of things

- At first Charles didn’t mind losing out because the prize money for second place is enough. However, after overhearing a conversation between max and his father about “the wimpy kid in second” he’s made it his life’s mission to not only buy his mama a farm house with a wrap around porch like she always wanted, but to crush his stupid fucking, asshole rival and his beautiful blue eyes into the dust.

- The first thing Charles noticed about Max was how he couldn’t keep still. The second was how intense the eye contact was from across the dirt arena. And how strange it made him feel.

-- Both Charles and Max know how to square dance and swing (living in Texas core) Sometimes to cheer Charles up, Max will make Charles dance with him

- Charles is more broody than Max in this au, I just kind of envision him as a sweet but unapproachable cowboy at the bar

Just Max

- Max’s horse is named Bullseye

- Max talks to his horse and is CONVINCED he can understand him

- Max, despite what you may first think, has a good voice, and enjoys singing working songs to pass the time when he’s alone on the plain

- Max’s favorite ranch hand was Daniel, a high spirited man who left for Iowa to compete in bull riding at a higher level. Having failed at that, and having broken his bones and spirit in the process he returns to the Rising Sun Ranch much more solemn, and often takes the night shift with the herds

- Max had a lonely childhood, either being out with a herd as form of punishment or being pushed to his limits by his father

- While he was alone he invented games to keep himself entertained, often just games for himself but once Charles enters the picture he modifies them to involve two players

Just Charles

- Charles red boots were a gift to him from his father, originally embarrassed to wear them due to them not being a typically cowboy boot color he now would give up his life before giving up his boots, haven taken up mending them himself whenever he can to keep that connection to his father

- Charles ranch is called the Caballo Encabritado Ranch

- Charles’s horse is named Enzo

#i’m crazy but i’m free #lestappen au #1633 cowboy au #annie’s cowboy au #f1blr #f1 fanart #charles leclerc #no thoughts just 1633 cowboy au #max verstappen #please please please ask me about my cowboy au it’s all i’ve been thinking about #lestappen cowboy au #I WILL be drawing someone of these later #especially the dancing one…#I feel insane #sorry for how long this is I have lots of thoughts 🥺

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