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Okay, I got one:

Macaque x Reader (Headcanon or short story, your choice!).

Moonlight confession, where Macaque properly courts the reader. They've known each other for a decent amount of time, going from acquaintances to friends. There's been this soft and budding, almost shy and unsure, affection that's been building between them. The reader breaks down the walls Macaque built and gains his trust. FINALLY!-- Macaque takes the reader to a valley of moonlight and shadows to ask them out, something pretty with the colors one would expect from him, such as purple and black, as he then explains his feelings for them. Just some soft tenderness for Macaque. :3

A/N: AH! My first request and the scenario are so cute!! I decided to do a quick drawing to add some imagery to it. ANYWAYS, here’s the story! Thank you so much for the idea, it really helped me get over the virus I’m suffering with.

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From the first day you met Macaque, he thought you were just another person he was just going to push away. It happens all the time. It happened with his life-long friend, Wukong, so how can it not occur to him again. Why wouldn’t it? After all, he became a broken warrior. There was no way to regain any sort of honor back.

So when he first laid his eyes on you, sitting across from him with a cup of tea, his first instinct was to act cold. To act as a mean old cat. He rejected any sort of offering you gave to him. He refused the tea despite his thirst, the peaches despite his hunger, the bandages despite the bleeding on his wounds. Macaque wanted nothing to do with you!

But you were insistent. Stubborn in his mind, but insistent on helping him heal. The fierce determination in your [E/C] eyes made him slightly nervous to ever want to cross you. He reluctantly agreed, holding out his bleeding arm and tail for you to bandage all up.

He hated to admit it, but the soft skin of your palm and the delicate brushes of your fingertip brushing his fur sent chills down his spine. He never realized how hungry he was for any sort of interaction before. It was… nice. He almost forgot the feeling.

After their first meeting, Macaque wanted to see more of you. And it scared the living hell out of him. He didn’t want to get so close to you. But something about you kept pulling him in. Maybe it was that cute little smile of yours. Or the way your laughter tickled his ear and sounded like music. Or the warmth in your eyes that let him know that you were genuine.

Maybe it was because no matter how much he pushed you away, you always kept coming back. He never wanted to admit it at first, but your stubbornness helped him come out of the shadows and back into the light.

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He didn’t know why he was getting so nervous. It’s been almost a few years since the two of you met. And though the two of you talked about it a few times, the idea of him courting you. But you never knew that Macaque was actually being serious.

His chest grew tight when doubts started to whisper into his six ears. What if you rejected him? What if you ran, and became scared of ever marrying a demon? What if, what if, what if?!

He anxiously waited for his shadow monkeys to come back with you. As he waited, he checked… and double-checked… and triple-checked that everything was in order. He chose what he thought was an amazing view.

He stumbled upon this place a few centuries ago. The valley was still at its peak of beauty with rows of dark trees on its hills. The lonely cherry blossom tree bloomed purple flowers instead of the blush pink underneath the pale lavender light the moon provided. He remembered when the tree was just a sapling, young and innocent in the world that was cruel to him. The wide mountains and the hills were covered by a lilac mist. To have found this place was like a call from heaven, or hell, to court the young [Y/N]. The monkey sighed and sat down on the blanket he had placed underneath the lonely tree. There, he patiently waited for your arrival. And, if the heavens have forgiven him for all the mess he had caused, you would say yes.

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Out of the shadow of the tree, you gently planted your feet on the soft dark green grass and fallen flowers. At least that’s what you felt underneath the sole of your feet. Your eyes were covered by one of Macaque's shadows. Though it took the same shape as your dear friend, it was cold. It did not have the same warmth that Macaque's rough scarred hands had against your own.

Just the thought of that made your cheeks start to feel warm and perhaps a bit pink.  For centuries, you and Macaque have been quite acquainted with one another. Two lost souls have decided to join hand in hand, fighting against the light but never joining the darkness either. Their mischief in the heavenly court and in the realm of the mortals had brought such wonders into their lives. 

But for two people to spend so much time together, surely, she had hoped that they could have… been a bit more.

Maybe it was the way his golden eyes would flicker with mischief every time they would come up with a scheme to cause havoc on heaven or to tease the young adult. Perhaps even the soft black fur that is so rarely matted because of how much he takes excellent care of it, like black silk and even smelled of a mixture of lavender and mangoes. Or even the way his words always sounded poetic, rhythmic, and imaginative to one that pays close attention. How one can easily be lost in his talk and want to kiss him just to steal the words straight out of him. It would be quite fun to see his reaction, he is always so expressive and full of sentiments.

The shadows, at least 2 from what you can tell with your eyes covered and the number of hands, gently guided you away from the tree. But not too far away as you only had to walk a few feet before the sudden soft features that tickled your feet probed a warm ripple fabric. One shadow monkey patted your shoulders, a signal to sit down, and the other gently pulled his hands away from your eyes.

“Oh my goodness!”

The view of the edge was quite fascinating! It was in all shades of purple. Violet mountains, lilac mist, and an indigo sky. Even the moon was a pale purple, the color of lavender. And at the edge of the purple cliffs, staring up at the purple majesty mountains was Macaque. His back was as he faced the view. The dark red cape he wore gently swung back and forth from tonight’s warm breeze. Underneath the moonlight, he glowed. He looked like a celestial god of the moon, the stars, and the entire night sky.

You averted your eyes as soon as Macaque's top-left ear twitched and turned his head to the side. You did a quick glance back and saw that, for once, had a nervous expression on his face. Normally he would have a smirk on his face and greatly tease you for small things that would have made you laugh. Or start some dramatic retelling of one of his adventures with a peach-colored monkey that he once called a dear friend before he had become king.

This made you equally nervous. If not for the dark setting and the red marking on his face, you would have never known that his face was genuinely turning red. 

Your face would soon heat up when you saw the large bouquet of flowers being held tightly in his hands. There were a few branches of orchids, some pink and red peonies, roses, and baby’s breath.

“Five centuries,” Macaque started. “Five centuries we have known each other. For a long time, I thought you were just going to leave me. Just like everyone else. But you didn’t. And no matter how much you had pushed me away, you still held on. No matter how bad we fought, you still stood by my side. I can’t believe it took me so many years to realize how I felt about you”

“Macaque…” You whispered. Your heart pounded as he knelt down to your level, his golden eyes looking into your [E/C] ones.

“I wanted you to know. I needed you to know before I can ask you… If you like to… by courted by me. So that we could eventually be…”

“Married?” You finished his sentence, your voice full of hope. “So that we can eventually marry?”

“If you want to.”

“Of course, I want to, you silly monkey!”

You sat up and wrapped your arms around Macaque's neck. You didn’t care if the flowers become crushed underneath your weight as you tackled him to the ground. The two of you laughed and cried at the same time. The nearby shadows clapped at the happy couple, hooting and showering them with the nearby cherry blossom trees. You pulled away and grabbed the crushed bouquet of flowers, cradling it like a newborn child. In a blink of an eye, you can already see a future with him. 

Just one more year. One more year and you two will be together. You waited centuries for this so what’s one more year?

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So... I'm back? Kind of? Maybe?

Sorry, ya'll! I just started my first year of university and it's been crazy! I have also been doing a part-time job to help pay for college expenses (woo) and I've been bouncing back and forth between this and making character bots on my other account!

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TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK

YOUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT

TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK

TO VOTE WHO’S THE MOST TRAGIC CHARACTER OF THEM ALL

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT: [SPOILERS AND POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AHEAD]

ANTIGONE:

LLOYD GARMADON:

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Me: You know, I should check my AP score.

Me: *checks*

Me: *closes laptop and cries*

Honestly, I don't recommend doing that.

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ITS THE FACT MACAQUE JUST KEPT ON GETTING MORE AND MORE MONKEYS IN EVERY SCENE AND JUST NEVER ADDRESSED IT

MR. MONKEY MAGNET

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they were all too epic to not include them ^-^

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"I just wanted to become stronger, strong enough to protect those around me."

"But I lost sight of my original intention."

"I know I've made mistakes that can't be undone."

"But while reliving these memories over and over here..."

"But at least you live forever."

"Huh?"

"You have the time to come back."

"Kid, I-"

"You told me, forever is a long time. I thought you were just talking nonsense. But you were right. We can't fix everything, but we can still make it better than it was before. As long as we believe that, then we can face whatever comes next."

"Sun Wukong, I haven't learned enough to become a teacher. But, I'm going to face Azure Lion. I need you. Please, once again, become..."

"The Invincible Monkey King."

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I’ve seen quite a few people discuss TSATS specifically in the manner that it’s supposed to be a middle-grade book, and I’d like to throw my two cents into the hat.

Particularly, I don’t think it’s reasonable to excuse the failings of TSATS just because it’s supposed a middle-grade book. The failings of the book are primarily structural, both narratively and just in basic writing structure, neither of which are excusable of a middle-grade novel - Especially given this is Mark Oshiro’s first major foray into middle-grade, as they typically write YA. It also seems that TSATS’ rating is actually upper middle-grade, so there’s even less excuse for the quality of the book. The problem isn’t that the book is bad to a non-middle-grade reader, or even bad as a middle-grade book, the problem is that the book is bad in general. So much of the book’s quality and execution feels just so poor in ways that you would typically expect to get caught very early on by the editorial team. Being middle-grade doesn’t excuse it being structurally bad for any reading level. It feels like the editorial team didn’t care about the quality of the book at all. There’s an unreasonable amount of places where the sentence and paragraph structures are poor, the writing is unclear, there’s basic continuity errors within the same sentence, the pacing is bad, and an overall lack of grammatical consistency (you can actually tell which portions of the book are written by Rick Riordan versus Mark Oshiro based purely on the use of s’ or s’s - if you see something like “Hades’s palace“ then it’s Riordan, and if it’s something like “Hades’ palace” then it’s Oshiro - this type of inconsistency should have been made consistent by the editing team).

The book also completely fumbles its attempts at handling its intended themes with any kind of grace or respect to the reader. TSATS being middle-grade (particularly upper middle-grade) doesn’t mean it can’t feature heavy themes, or that it has to dumb them down for a younger audience! I speak as someone who is extremely familiar with the Animorphs series - which is actually lower middle-grade. It’s basically like the poster-child for presenting complex themes and ideas appropriately in a middle-grade series. The way middle-grade is formatted is it’s about the writing structure (how simplified vs complex it is and so how easy is it for a middle-grade reader to understand) and how the concepts are presented, not about the actual concepts themselves. Animorphs is a really good example of this in that most of the books are less than 300 pages and the language is very simple. However, it doesn’t shy away from strong topics or dumb concepts down for the audience. It balances heavy topics with jokes in stride (see: The entire book about psychochemical warfare and the ethics of that, but the psychochemical warfare in question is dumping instant maple and ginger oatmeal on space slugs). And a lot of Animorphs books are actually ghostwritten! I would also argue the Warrior Cats books are another good example, particularly the novellas. They’re a similar length to TSATS, again written by a team of authors, are middle-grade rated, and don’t shy away from some pretty graphic stuff. They’re not the best books in the world, I mean, they’re rapidly churned out cat books for middle-schoolers. And they also tend to be full of errors. But at the very least most of the errors in the Warrior cat novellas aren’t basic structural stuff that you’d expect an editor to comb out within the first couple of passes or major basic details for a very prominent character or worldbuilding. Something equivalent to the types of errors in TSATS would be like a warrior cats novella about Brightheart not remembering how she got her scars or who Swiftpaw was or what Shadowclan is called, and every three chapters you read the jankiest sentence you’ve ever seen.

There are absolutely ways for the types of themes they were trying to handle in TSATS to be presented to a middle-grade audience appropriately, effectively, and with respect. TSATS was not even close to that. Again, I point to Animorphs! You wanna talk about writing PTSD for a middle-grade audience? Animorphs is your series. Animorphs gets into some heavy shit. But the way it’s presented is always appropriate for a middle-grade audience. Middle schoolers can handle more than people give them credit for (have you ever read middle-schoolers roleplaying warrior cats? I have. they do not hold back.) - they’re at the exact age where that type of stuff is not only interesting to them and they want to read about it, but that it’s important for them to begin to be introduced to those types of concepts in a way that’s appropriate for their age so that they’re prepared for when they encounter those topics or themes when they’re older.

The first Percy Jackson series actually does this really well! Percy has PTSD in the first book from Gabe! This is very clearly acknowledged and referenced throughout the first series (and even into Son of Neptune!) - and it’s specifically from Gabe, not being a demigod. We see characters grapple with grief and witnessing death and being in shock from that (the “dam” scene post-Bianca’s death, and the explicit acknowledgement that all the characters are so emotionally exhausted and harrowed from witnessing Bianca sacrifice herself for them that they get all giggly over stupid “dam” jokes). TSATS refuses to allow any emotional pay-off from the scenes. The Gorgyra interludes are the only thing keeping the pacing from being absolutely abhorred for half the book. There’s tons of narrative set-up that goes nowhere. There’s sentences that are so disjointed you wonder how they got written in the first place. This book shouldn’t have gotten past the editors, honestly.

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I just watched the latest episode three times in a row and I just. I need to talk about this.

More specifically, I need to talk about THIS moment:

…because this is some of the best autistic representation I’ve ever seen. I know, this is funky Star Wars animation how good can it be, but just bear with me for a minute.

When Omega asks Tech why he doesn’t act like they’re a family, he’s taken aback—he physically recoils. And then, instead of the simple, clumsy answer I expected, the writers did something I have NEVER seen before, not in a show or a movie or a game or ANYTHING.

They show him struggling to find the words. And they let him take his time to do it, because that’s what he needs.

You can see how hard he’s thinking about what to say to her. Finding the right thing to say doesn’t come easily when there isn’t technically a right answer. You can’t calculate the perfect response to a question like Omega’s, but you can try. He IS trying.

I have done this before. It sometimes takes genuine effort to phrase things the right way to not offend people, to force my tone to be acceptable, to communicate in a way that just doesn’t come naturally. I’ll sit in my therapist’s office for 3 minutes turning over a question in my head, trying out the answers until I have one that feels and sounds right. I have never seen anything like this before.

And then Tech hangs his head. It’s the weary acceptance that he’s different, and people don’t understand him, and he’s inadvertently hurt someone he cares about because he just. Doesn’t. Express himself the same way she does. But he doesn’t blame her for not understanding. When he sighs, you can tell he’s frustrated at himself.

I have felt this before. I have never felt so understood by a piece of media in my entire goddamn life.

All of this to say: I’m genuinely blown away by the nuanced understanding behind this scene. I never wanna hear that Tech is a negative stereotype of an autistic genius again—just because his autism isn’t some groundbreaking new uwu flavor doesn’t mean it’s not REAL. Ty for listening to my ramble if you got this far :))

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Thoughts on Azure Lion and Sun Wukong's relationship? I know a lot of people think Azure was and still is very gay for Wukong (which, yes, obviously,).

so, obviously this is without the official english version, but i personally think its more meaningful if azure had a lot of admiration but not a thing for swk, you know?

because azure lion actually looks at a lot of people like that

it seems to me like he really cares for people, he gives all his friends the same soft expression that says 'im glad youre here'. he avoids hurting mk and tells the others to back off and not hurt them unnecessarily, he hugs elephant outright when he sees him, these arent soldiers to help him accomplish his goal, these are his friends. and i think that makes his goal and reasons all the more poignant, because he doesnt seem like hes doing it for himself. hes not doing it for swk, hes doing it for everyone, because he cares about them and thinks this is the way to keep them safe.

its what makes him so dangerous. he comes from something like a warped heros perspective, he fully believes hes right, hes there because heaven has proven to him that they cant lead fairly. hes doing this for everyone that was hurt when their safe haven was attacked, and for his friends who were imprisoned for thousands of years replaying their mistakes over and over, he really believes hes right, which is why he wont stop.

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Request for @stellawolfe30! Happy Red Son for the heart!!!

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Hehehe what do I see here ÒwÓ

A new comic to binge perhaps???

Eclipse Apprentice Masterpost

Disclaimer + Important Info, please read!

FAQ Chronology:

Main Story:

Chapter 0: Introduction Chapter 1: Overshadow Chapter 2: Jumpstart Chapter 3: Year of the Golden Monkey Chapter 4: The Lantern Chapter 5: Pendulum Chapter 6: Momentum (PANELLING)

Character Profiles (Some need updating)

Eclipse Apprentice Gang Saria - Macaque - Elle Monkie Kid Gang MK-Mei-Tang-Pigsy-Sandy-Sun Wukong Demon Bull Family DBK - Princess Iron Fan - Red Son Spider Queen Spider Queen - Syntax - Huntsman - Strong Spider Unaffiliated Yin + Jin - LBD + Mayor - Lu - Jingyi

Other Art:

Drink Series:

Cinnamon and Sugarplum Boba (Macaque)

Hazelnut Choco Mocha with Cinnamon (Wan Ji)

Peach and Strawberry Iced Tea (Wukong)

Mango Soda, Melon Soda, and Cherry Soda (TrafficLight Trio)

??? (Yin and Jin)

Oolong and Chamomile Tea (Lu + Jingyi)

General: Wan Ji in a Hanfu Macaque Revived MK Yin and Jin Rufioh Monkey King Mac and Wan Ji Lu and Elle Good Evening Sunsim WIP

Doodles and Concept Art:

Singing Wan Ji Snowball Fight Lullaby Doodles Backgrounds and Jacket Mac and Wan Ji getting along Early Concepts MK and RedSon Training and Spiders Friendship(?) Sitting and Talking Slow Dance No Powers Huli Jing Wan Ji Freenoodlesshipping Fox Wan Ji Run Cycle

Art by others

Fanart by @yumdesserts Wan Ji by @toaster-tan Wan Ji by @just-polly STOP LYING by @binibiningdarna Airplanes by @binibiningdarna Wan Ji and Mac by @iconic-idiot-con Birds by @mysteriesinmyminds Macaque and Wan Ji by @spotsupstuff Wan Ji by @blue-sparrow-art Style Study by @spotsupstuff Wan Ji by @mellinda242 Mac and Wan Ji by @beansandmonkeys Hot Trainers In Your Area by @spotsupstuff Wan Ji's Shit Taste by @mellinda242 Eclipse Apprentice Memes by @mellinda242 OC lineup by @majodump Macaque by @mecaniquefairy Wan Ji Fashion by @blue-sparrow-art HuliJing Wan Ji by @monkiekidstuff Commission from @binibiningdarna EVEN MORE DOODLES by @spotsupstuff

Advice + Tips

Comic Making TipsTechnique + Panelling

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Eclipse Apprentice Masterpost

Disclaimer + Important Info, please read!

FAQ Chronology:

Main Story:

Chapter 0: Introduction Chapter 1: Overshadow Chapter 2: Jumpstart Chapter 3: Year of the Golden Monkey Chapter 4: The Lantern Chapter 5: Pendulum Chapter 6: Momentum (PANELLING)

Character Profiles (Some need updating)

Eclipse Apprentice Gang Saria - Macaque - Elle Monkie Kid Gang MK-Mei-Tang-Pigsy-Sandy-Sun Wukong Demon Bull Family DBK - Princess Iron Fan - Red Son Spider Queen Spider Queen - Syntax - Huntsman - Strong Spider Unaffiliated Yin + Jin - LBD + Mayor - Lu - Jingyi

Other Art:

Drink Series:

Cinnamon and Sugarplum Boba (Macaque)

Hazelnut Choco Mocha with Cinnamon (Wan Ji)

Peach and Strawberry Iced Tea (Wukong)

Mango Soda, Melon Soda, and Cherry Soda (TrafficLight Trio)

??? (Yin and Jin)

Oolong and Chamomile Tea (Lu + Jingyi)

General: Wan Ji in a Hanfu Macaque Revived MK Yin and Jin Rufioh Monkey King Mac and Wan Ji Lu and Elle Good Evening Sunsim WIP

Doodles and Concept Art:

Singing Wan Ji Snowball Fight Lullaby Doodles Backgrounds and Jacket Mac and Wan Ji getting along Early Concepts MK and RedSon Training and Spiders Friendship(?) Sitting and Talking Slow Dance No Powers Huli Jing Wan Ji Freenoodlesshipping Fox Wan Ji Run Cycle

Art by others

Fanart by @yumdesserts Wan Ji by @toaster-tan Wan Ji by @just-polly STOP LYING by @binibiningdarna Airplanes by @binibiningdarna Wan Ji and Mac by @iconic-idiot-con Birds by @mysteriesinmyminds Macaque and Wan Ji by @spotsupstuff Wan Ji by @blue-sparrow-art Style Study by @spotsupstuff Wan Ji by @mellinda242 Mac and Wan Ji by @beansandmonkeys Hot Trainers In Your Area by @spotsupstuff Wan Ji's Shit Taste by @mellinda242 Eclipse Apprentice Memes by @mellinda242 OC lineup by @majodump Macaque by @mecaniquefairy Wan Ji Fashion by @blue-sparrow-art HuliJing Wan Ji by @monkiekidstuff Commission from @binibiningdarna EVEN MORE DOODLES by @spotsupstuff

Advice + Tips

Comic Making TipsTechnique + Panelling

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Lego Monkie Kid SPOILERS S4

I am SO normal right now I’m fine I’m great even everything is going perfectly fine right now HAVE YOU SEEN HIM HE’S PRECIOUS AND WONDERFUL AND GIVES ME GREAT JOY I WANT TO HUG HIM I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT HIM LOOK AT HE

Keep reading

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LMK || The Clay-Made Monkey

ATTENTION!!! THIS HAS SPOILER FOR SEASON FOR OF LMK, SPECIFICALLY THE IMAGES THAT ARE ADDED HERE!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

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* After many months, Sun Wukong finally found it. He had searched many times all around Flower Fruit Mountain, turning over every rock to find more rocks. Searched the caves hidden deep inside the mountain and the cold beaches that he refused to go near until now. He finally found it. The one.

The perfect rock.

The rock perfectly fit both hands, wrapping it around as a whole. He held it close to his chest and cuddled it, happy he had finally found it! This was it! This would be the one for him to use.

The perfect rock to make his son.

So many years, decades, centuries, of him being alone. He may have his small army of monkeys and a throne in the waterfall cave, but he was lonely. Lui Er would only visit so rarely as he traveled with the wind to find his music. Baijie, Tripitaka, Wujing, and Dragon Horse were long gone, passed away, and reincarnated into who knows when and where.

He needed someone to talk to. Someone that could hold a conversation. Someone to be able to take care of. Fill his lonely heart with love. Someone like a son.

Sun Wukong reached the top of Flower Fruit Mountain, the very same place where he was born out of stone that touched both earth and heaven, the south, east, west, and north corners pillars. Where he began his life but never reached death. 

On top of the mountain stood Nüwa. Nüwa was the mother goddess, crafting humanity out of nothing due to her own loneliness. She, too, understands Sun Wukong’s own feelings about wanting a companion. She appeared in a bright yellow light to answer the old Monkey King’s prayers as he begged for a life he can take care of. In her right hand, she held a bowl full of yellow clay, and in her left, tools to craft the clay. 

“I see you have brought the rock.” She spoke in a soft mystical voice. A smile formed on her lips as she glided herself towards the Monkey King. “It is a beauty. Tell me, why did you choose this one out of all the other ones?”

Wukong chose his words carefully. He knew whatever he answered would influence how Nuwe would craft his clay child.

“This rock,” Wukong spoke. “This rock in my hands fell on my lap one day when I was outside my cave. It was warm from the sun and covered in moss from when the water touched the earth. No wind could have pushed this or heaven would have destined this upon me. No other rock would have fallen down from where it had come from except for this. This is how I had come upon my child. This is who my child will be born from.”

Nüwa’s silence was comforting as he held out the rock towards her. With his strength, he split the rock in half. Inside it was hollow, the perfect place to put his clay child. Sun Wukong placed the pieces on the mossy stone pillar where his stone once stood. There, he sat down on the floor and watched Nuwe perform her craftsmanship.

Nüwa started off by collecting the clay from the bowl into her hands. Her coarse hands moved with grace as she created life out of a lump of moist yellow clay. The figure took shape into a small monkey with lumpy spiky hair and a messy heart shape mark over its eyes and nose. And the little tale that kept sliding off of its bottom. But Wukong was patient, for once, as his tail eagerly wagged left to right watching. He knew what Nuwe was doing. Another test of his was to learn patience as her craft took time to get its shape perfectly. 

With a quick flip of her hand, a small fire erupted from a small crack in the ground. Its light was hot despite how small it was as the mother goddess placed the little clay body near it. She laid out her tools in front of her, her hands waving around before she picked up the smallest carving knife. She picked up a small knife and gently made her large adjustments on such a delicate-looking body. The eyes were wide, bright-eyed as it looked straight ahead at Nuwe. Its body was like a form between a human and a monkey with long human limbs but the fur of an animal all over the elbow, shoulders, thighs, and calves. Its messy heart took the form of a perfect little peach, just the same as Sun Wukong’s birthmark. The crooked smile on the toddler’s face made Nuwe laugh as she gently massaged its spiky hair, carefully wrapping it around a little hair tie to hold it in place

What seemed like hours turned out to be slow minutes as she held out the beautifully crafted ceramic piece in front of Sun Wukong. Wukong stared at it in awe, tears that would never fall mist his peachy eyes as the little figure was dropped in his hands. It was beautiful. This was going to be his little sun.

Wukong felt a small tug on his head and the slight pain of his hair being plucked out. He looked up and watched as Nuwe placed the orange hair in the small open hands of the clay figure.

“Sun Wukong. Your son is ready to be born from my hands but the mind of yours.” Nuwe declared. “May its life prosper in both heaven and earth as it becomes full of life!”

“Thank you… Goddess?” He said but as he looked up, all that was left was a fading bright light. She had disappeared, fulfilling her duty.

Sun Wukong shook his head as he smiled, a little chuckle leaving his lips. “Looks like it’s just you and me, bud.”

Sun Wukong placed the little clay figure inside one of the halves of the broken rock. He grabbed the other half and placed it over the other, covering up his little clay child before he used his strength to stick the halves together. Patting it down on the stone pillar, he took a few steps back. 

He sat down, legs crossed and his hands on each side, and he waited. He would wait for as long as he needed for his son to come out. With his eyes closed and a deep breath, he meditated. And with his heart full of glee, he stayed calm and waited. Wait… wait… and wait.

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you have no idea how hard I laughed when I read your tag of "SLAPS HIS TITS" on the Azure Lion demon post. But I so whole heartedly agree. Yes, slaps his tits, indeed.

MENS TITS!

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