You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love
im their number 1 fan
He's... not sure.
More Distortion Guide AU scribbles. It's both fun and infuriating working with a space where there's Not Much Gravity.
just saw a chart with the gender options "male" "female" and "part-time/other" and i think i get what they were going for but i'm obsessed with the concept of part-time gender. clocking into my shift at the gender factory and brother i am not getting paid a living wage
So at one point @journey-to-the-au wanted monkey memes and
did you know I have an art degree (derogatory)
【REUNION】
Sort of a messily drawn part 2 to this comic. People kept asking for the hug and i.....,,,
I have a lot of feelings about reunion hugs ok. those hugs that are so emotional you dont even know how to hang onto the other person, or what to say. also i know realistically there'd be a fucking crater where Ingo stood after Emmet came in flying in like that, but we're here to have fun and cope.
【REUNION】
Sort of a messily drawn part 2 to this comic. People kept asking for the hug and i.....,,,
I have a lot of feelings about reunion hugs ok. those hugs that are so emotional you dont even know how to hang onto the other person, or what to say. also i know realistically there'd be a fucking crater where Ingo stood after Emmet came in flying in like that, but we're here to have fun and cope.
Garden
Hi hello! So @lunar-wandering's hiccup hijinks trope is hilarious and @princen-monkie had such a great idea to add to it. I mean, growing flowers when he hiccups? Adorable. It wasn't really asked for, more for lunar to write if anything, but I thought you guys might enjoy it! Soooo...leggo!
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A silent, warm part of Macaque still wanted Wukong's sunlight. To spend cold nights bundled up between his arms, feeling the soft rock of purring against his un-glamored ears. But those memories and feelings were long gone by now-- or at least, they were supposed to be. It followed him like a curse. It followed him when he woke up. It followed him when MK and Mei showed up at his dojo. And it followed him all the way up Flower Fruit Mountain, tugged along by a favor he owed far, far too long ago to even care at this point.
MK knocked on the door until his fist was a blur. "Sleepoveeer!"
"Psst! Mac." Mei nudged her elbow to his, "Pour me the tea! Did you lose a bet? Save the Monkey King from a crazy immortality-killing demon? What gives?"
"...Crushed a peach." Was her old rival’s only reply.
"Crushed a what-now?" Her brow rose, confusion cut off when the door finally opened.
The Monkey King’s energy was a never-ending ball of light. Despite everything, the golden flame inside him never seemed to snuff out. Which made the nervous grin and ruffled fur a strange change of pace. He glanced at the kids beside him. Seems like the flame did shine a little too dimly today, even for the Monkey King's liking.
A large part of him relished at the view. A tiny, insignificant twinge of pain somehow rose above it. "Soooo…what Wukong-brand chaos do we have to deal with today?"
Wukong startled, "Wh-what? Where'd that come from?"
"I dunno," Mei piped up. "You look kinda jumpy.”
"Jumpy? Me? Psshhh!" Wukong waved a dismissive paw, "C'mooon, I'm immortal remember? I'm fi--" He quickly clamped his jaw shut, body jerking silently.
MK narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms tightly to his chest. He circled his mentor for injuries, not missing the way the stone monkey seemed to sweat under the spotlight. "Monkey King."
Sun Wukong winced, chided with all the energy of a disappointed parent. "L-let's just uh. Head inside, alright? I've got snacks."
MK stood silent, holding his ground as his pacing stopped.
"L-look, I'll explain everything. I'm just...I'm still getting used to…" A blush dusted peach-furred cheeks, "Give me a minute. I promise I'll tell--" Another jolt. A paw hovered over his mouth, and glowing pupils darted around the entrance.
Nothing to see here. Yet.
The cub’s concern was lifted with a small smile. "Alright Monkey King. I trust you." The grin immediately widened when a dirty sneaker passed the threshold, bolting inside with a loud whoop. Mei followed suit, energy intertwining in a chorus of cheering. Macaque stepped halfway through the door before slapping the stone monkey's back.
"...Thanks. For inviting me, or whatever." The shadow demon grumbled. Disappearing into the kitchen Wukong stood there, feeling the outline of his old friend's touch burn against his skin. A small hiccup broke the stunned silence and he quickly closed the door behind him, unaware of the patch of daisies that coated the handle.
"Dibs on the Monkey Mech!" Mei cackled, her shadow casting ominously against the light of the old TV. She pressed a button faster than MK could blink.
"Hey, no fair!"
"Excuse me?? You ALWAYS get to play Monkey Mech! You play him in real life!"
"Well! That's! True! But!" MK opened his mouth. Paused. Then heaved a defeated sigh, aiming his sights on Sha Wujing. The Monkey King stayed quiet, but between the jolt of the couch cushions and the claw that nervously tapped his thigh, Macaque felt something familiar brew in his chest.
"Hey." He muttered, "This is kinda against my better judgment but. You feeling alright?"
Wukong flashed nervous fangs, the beat on his thigh tapping ever-faster. "I said I'd tell you guys later and I meant it."
Macaque narrowed his eyes. A sweet, nostalgic scent brushed his nose. It was just on the tip of his tongue, he just needed to--
Oh.
Ohhhhhhh.
A newfound spark lit in Macaque's eyes, and the Monkey King froze on the spot. The idiot was absolutely not going to tell MK. He knew this. He knew Wukong knew this.
So, with all the grace and care of a long-dead advisor, he leaned forward, tails intertwining. "Look. I get it. It's embarrassing."
Aaand three.
Wukong's cheeks flared again, pouting. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Two.
"Oh c'mon, don't be like that." Despite his smirk, an ink black tail gave its ginger counterpart a small squeeze. "You gotta admit at some point that you have friends now– no one’s gonna judge you. Diyu knows they’ll actually like you more if you let down your guard for like, what, five seconds?"
It was easy to spill his own guts like this. After all, your performance can be pretty believable when your script comes from the heart.
An old friend’s face practically blended with his face markings. "Nope, no way! I’m the Monkey King, I don’t have flaws!"
"Don’t have flaws? Or can’t have flaws? Oh my, is the great king worried the kids might not like it when you don't act like a god 24/7?"
One--
Wukong's eye twitched. "Stop trying to psychoanalyze me! I'm fi--hic!"
The Monkey King slapped a paw over his mouth just as MK paused the game, gasping at the flower crown that blossomed around his headband.
"Whoa!"
"Oooh." Mei felt a silky petal between her fingers, "Pretty!"
"Busted." Macaque sang, wheezing at a sharp smack to the ribs.
Worth it.
"Monkey King!" MK flapped his hands excitedly, "You can make flowers?!"
"'Course he can." Macaque cooed teasingly, pinching a still-burning cheek. He relished the heat between his claws. "He's a perfect, all-powerful deity. Isn't that right, Wukong?"
"Oh, be qui-- hic!-- quiet." He squeaked mid-lecture, freezing up as a small daisy popped on Mei's jacket collar.
"Awww!" She gushed, "You make flowers when you hiccup? That's so cute!"
"I do n-- hic! not!" The flush spread to the stone monkey’s ears as a small arrangement peppered his coat.
"Yyyep." Macaque snickered, plucking a flower from Wukong's tail, earning a yelp. "Flustered or embarrassed and you get a whole garden. Especially for the people he cares abou-- mmph!" A tail wraps around his mouth, smugly meeting an angry glare. Bite completely defanged as he hiccuped again, flowers spreading across the carpet.
"Will you shut up-- ow! You bit me!" Wukong hissed, pulling away to rub at the offending bite mark.
"I dunno what you're so freaked out over. It looks like your little fanboy doesn't seem to mind." The raven-furred monkey hummed thoughtfully, gaze flicking to their audience.
MK stuck out his tongue in concentration as he braided a few into Mei's bushy pigtails. In return she started weaving a flower crown on her lap. "Two headbands are better than one, right?"
Wukong spluttered, eyes wide. He quickly stood up. "I-I. I'll be right back!" Footsteps padded into the kitchen. Macaque's ear twitched as a hiccup traveled through the thin walls, and Mei giggled as a bouquet filled her pockets.
Hearing the squeak of a faucet, Macaque rolled his eyes, hauling himself upwards. He strolled lazily into the kitchen, leaning against the frame. “Water won't help, dumbass. The only cure is telling MK and Mei why you've got ‘em."
Wukong simply stared his warped mirror down, chugging the drink like it was the last drop of water in a desert.
"It's your funeral." Macaque shrugged, earning a pained wince in return. "...Still too soon?"
All at once, the golden flame seemed to flicker and shrink again, and Sun Wukong stared tiredly into the half-empty cup.
Liu’er Mihou didn't like it when he was silent. He HATED when he was silent. The room suddenly felt a little colder, and a shiver ran up his spine. He pried the cup from a shaky grip, replacing it with a gentle paw. He wondered if it would break into pieces if he made any sudden moves.
"Peaches." Mihou took a breath. "I used to blame you for my death. Now I'm questioning...a lot. You don't have to forgive yourself right away. Buddha knows I would. But give me some credit. The wound's still healing, but if you're willing to be patient for once, let me sort my own shit out." He moved his free claws to his partner's fur, scratching gently at the scalp. "And while you wait, you can do me a favor too and stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Deal?"
Sun Wukong swallowed. He opened his mouth to reply-- interrupted by a squeaky hiccup. A flower crown wrapped around Macaque's head, looping over his ears. Hanging around four more that were invisibly fanned out, flicking at the warm sensation.
"Sorry! Sorry, I-I. I couldn't control-- hic! couldn't control it and-- hey! Stop-- hic! stop laughing!"
Some character designs with some…atypical color choices? I guess. I don’t know what’s going on in that area.
This is Nimona and her supervillain friend (He doesn’t have a name yet, I’m working on that). Nimona is his sidekick/squire, they’re like the Batman and Robin of slightly Medieval villains, but she’s actually way more evil than him. He does what he does to make a point, and he doesn’t really want anyone get hurt - Nimona just gets a kick out of destroying stuff.
I’m going to attempt to make a two page comic with them? We’ll see how this goes.
This was tagged #homework and posted in December 2011.
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