#VERSE. ( sw; au. )

[stealingpotatoes]

“Into the Luke-and-Leia-verse”...

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[varpusvaras]

Cody was right where Fox had known he would be.

Fox watched his back for a moment, before he looked at Rex. He was a little paler and a bit more grey than the last time Fox had seen him, and only one of those things had something to do with age. Fox watched for another moment how Rex's chest would rise with his breaths, before he decided that he had stood there silent for long enough.

"Cody."

Cody's back straightened like he had been hit by a lightning. Fox watched as he stood there, for a second, two, five, ten, his whole body rigid, before he finally seemed to regain control of himself and turned around to face him.

Cody looked...

Old.

It was the first thought Fox could manage to think. Tired was perhaps the word that would suit his outlook better, now that he had had the time to think for a moment longer, but it was not incorrect either. The Cody that Fox would see inside his head was like he had been when everything had been good. Tall, proud, brighter than all the suns in the universe.

The Cody standing before him now had more grey in his hair than Fox had ever had, and had the outlook of a man who had spent a better part of the past twenty years in deep sorrow.

Fox looked at this Cody, who looked back at him, with a look in his eyes that Fox knew all too well. He had seen the very same look on his own reflection too many times, after all.

He waited for Cody to decide.

He didn't have to wait for long.

Cody moved. He took a step, then another, his feet picking speed, his eyes never leaving Fox as he walked across the room towards him.

Then he was right in front of Fox, and he wrapped his arms around Fox and held onto him like his whole life depended on it.

Fox held him back just as tight.

They stood there for a long while. Fox did not know what he should say, so he stayed quiet, and for the time being, it seemed that Cody was content on doing the same. It did not bother Fox. This was the Cody that Fox still remembered, the one with arms stronger than all the forces in the Galaxy.

Nothing could last forever, though, and eventually, Fox heard Cody draw in a long breath, as if he was bracing himself, and then he finally stood back enough to look at Fox in the eyes again.

Fox looked back, letting Cody search whatever he was looking for. Fox was the one who had to answer for things, so it was only fair that he let Cody ask all the questions first.

Cody reached up with his hand. His fingertips howered at Fox's temple, hesitating for a few seconds, before he carefully brushed them against Fox's face.

His hands were still warm.

"Your hair is black", Cody said.

"It's dyed", Fox told him. No defining traits to anyone to recognise him by. "I'm still the one who started to look old before anyone else, don't worry."

Cody let out a breathy laugh. It was more like a strangled wheeze, if Fox was being perfectly honest.

"You don't look old", he said. He swallowed hard between his words. "You look...alive."

Something constricted around Fox's lungs.

"Yes", he said.

Perhaps it was the wrong thing to say. Cody shook his head, and then he let it fall forwards, leaning against Fox, and hiding his face at his chest. His back trembled with his next breath.

"You're alive", he said.

Fox nodded.

"Yes", he said. "I'm sorry."

Cody laughed again, louder this time. More shaky, too.

"Don't", he said. "Just...don't. Okay?"

"Okay", Fox said.

This was too easy. Way too easy for Fox, to have Cody to just hug it out like this. Cody deserved everything from Fox, and Fox nothing from him.

Here Fox was, still, just letting it happen, just because he had missed his brother.

They stood there for another moment in silence.

"How?" Cody asked, finally. "Why?"

For this, Fox was prepared.

"I was as good as dead", he said. "In a very, very real way. I failed to comply with Vader's orders, even with the chip telling me to follow every word given to me without question. Maybe I just never was that good of a soldier, after all. He snapped my neck and left me there to die on my own."

He still remembered it, no matter how much he had wanted to forget. The way he could only lie there, his body already numb, and just waiting for his lungs to run out of air, not able to make himself draw any more in.

He could still hear it, the noise his bones had made as they had cracked under the invisible force. Fox knew by now that he could never be able to forget it, either.

Cody didn't say anything, and Fox took it as his sign to continue.

"Bail had found out about the chips by that point", he said. "He was trying to get me out of there, as well as any Jedi still on Coruscant, so when he heard about the operation, he had made his way at the Temple as well, waiting to see if there was any opportunity for him to act. He saw it all. He kept me alive with his own hands until they could move me out from there."

That part Fox did not remember, and he was glad that he didn't. It was selfish of him, to be happy about the fact that he had not needed to see Bail watch him die, on top of everything.

Cody's hand slipped down from his face, his fingers wrapping around the back of his neck. Fox held back a shudder. It was not the same. Cody's hand was warm.

"I spent a long time barely awake, going from one operation to another." All of that, Fox could remember, but only in hazy, unfocused flashes of sounds and blurry images. "Breha had had her lungs and heart replaced years ago, and they managed to get the same technology to work on me, eventually, reconnecting my spine and nerves. I then spent even longer time learning how to use my body again."

That, he remembered all. It had, thankfully, not been the worst part of his life.

Cody still didn't say anything. He ran his fingers down Fox's neck, pressing onto the skin, feeling for the bones beneath it. The break was still there. Fox knew exactly where it was, as during the worst of it, he was all too aware of the feeling of his body having been separated from itself.

"I still...it never really healed, completely." It never would, but Fox had learned to take whatever he could a long, long time ago. "Sometimes I lose the feeling of my own body and my legs won't move and my hands will shake, but I'm-"

"Still here", Cody said against his chest. His hand pressed hard into Fox's skin, strong and warm. "You're still here."

Fox breathed through all of the emotions swirling inside him.

"Yes", he said.

Cody didn't say anything.

Fox had to tell him.

"I didn't want to leave you", he hurried to say. "I swear I didn't. Please, Cody. I swear. I had to take care of Leia. She was so small and she needed me and the only thing I could do right was to take care of her. I needed to do it, Cody. She needed me."

I needed her, Fox did not say, but he wouldn't be surprised if Cody could still hear it. I needed her, because loving her was the only thing there was left for me to do for any of us.

If nothing else, Cody could probably hear the way Fox's heart was beating inside his chest right then.

Cody's hand was warm against the back of Fox's neck.

"I know", Cody said, then, like it was really that simple. "I'm just happy that you're here now."

He lifted his head then, and he looked Fox in the eyes and smiled.

"Fox", he said, like he was simply greeting him after a long time apart, and maybe, it could be that simple.

Maybe. Maybe not. But for now, it was, and Fox had missed his brother.

He would take what he was given.

[luckylolabug]

Canon Divergent Skywalker Twins (they're like 13 here) for that AU I'm writing where Qui Gon gets injured instead of dying and as a result, trains Anakin himself alongside Obi Wan, leading to Anakin not turning to the Dark Side. Granted the war still happens and shit still hits the fan, it's just VERY different as a result.

[kylo-wrecked]

4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive?

{ 🍵 You know you want: Smuggler!Ben, The Scoundrel }

It's Eris' job to accept Ben, and the whole Ben, in all his motley glory. She signed a planet up for this, by the way. It's a short list, but it kicks, so buckle up, Your Majesty.

For the physicals,

He's an ass-man.

Wide hips (feminine/near-human/humanoid)

Thighs (near-human/but you know... no, you don't want to know)

Tails

Up top, generally,

Lips

Fangs

Multiple eyes (in a face; for Ben, there has to be a face)

Multiple limbs or digits

Vestigial horns

Lekku

He's attracted to wealth and power, just not in the blatant way of his father. Another feature he'd find particularly attractive would be his subject of attraction not knowing his parents.

@etoilebleu

[vipier-a]

by nature of how things develop, most of what I write involves people tristan is closer with or has some sort of connection with, but notwithstanding that, with people he doesn’t know well and/or trust, he is so intentionally unreadable and just … generally unnerving to be around, which is in part just his vibe but in larger part an intentional defense mechanism. people can’t easily figure him out and he likes it that way. but also, rare to the point of impossibility, I love the concept of people he knows but who haven’t breached that barrier with him basically accidentally encountering him when he’s having A Moment bc if there’s something more jarring then tristan’s general existence, it’s seeing him even marginally emotional.

[sommersong]

THE FACT THAT HE'S AFFILIATED WITH THE REBELLION DOESN'T KEEP SIMEON FROM VETTING JUST ABOUT ANYONE HE ENCOUNTERS AT ALL. not that he makes it particularly obvious. with his skill for easy charm and humor – not to mention an inherently unthreatening demeanor – he rarely puts people properly on their guard, which nearly always works to his advantage. everything he's heard about jyn erso implies she'll be a challenge. his motivation to push, as always, depends entirely on the path of his mood, but for the moment, he's curious as a stray lothcat that's caught a whiff of fresh meat.

he wonders if she'll underestimate him the way people usually do, or if she'll actually be interesting.

" so. how much time have you spent on troithe, anyway? " he keeps her in the corner of his eye as he glances down at his blaster, checking it in an almost laissez-faire manner, as if he barely cared. the secret was that he'd already checked in twice before. " because either you know it even better than me or they figure you'll be the muscle on this job. or they want you to get rid of me quietly, but if that's the case, I wouldn't suggest doing it on my planet. seems obvious. "

@ragedagainst. starter call.

[impulsivemuses]

@brawlligator

"Look buddy, there's a LOT more people that deserve getting their skull beat than I do." Of course, that didn't excuse the beatings he did to other people... or the blaster holes he fried someone's head with... or even threaten people. He's just a runaway kid looking for a quick credit chip. An excuse to say 'fuck you' to his parent's heritage. The nineteen-year-old chuffed. "Listen if I give you credits, will you lay off my back?" Money would make people do anything for the right price, at the very least that's what he's learned in his lifetime.

[universeofmuses]

Anakin looked at his wife confused, “Thats impossible, youre no where near full term for the babies.” Anakin said confused about her words, she had just only found out and told him recently that she was pregnant, she wasnt even showing yet. This only served to make Anakin worry more, if she was in this much pain and the babies weren’t even formed yet then something was horribly horribly wrong. “I know, she’s basically a part of the family.” He said with a small yet false smile, he was worried about his wife.

“You’re too much of a nerd.” Luke said a little brattily, but still he wasnt wrong, he knew his sister loved school and loved to read and all of that boring junk, he would rather spend his day learning how to fight with a lightsaber and use the force and going on adventures with his dad, pretending it was still the clone wars and they were off to another distant battle field. He heard her finish counting and go off looking for him, she was never going to find him where he found his hiding spot.

@universeofmuses

Padme was getting tired with her kids they have been fighting non stop the whole week Anakin has been gone on a mission with Ahsoka today Anakin would return from his mission she was happy that today would be the last of them fighting Leia being a daddy’ s girl always made a fuss when Anakin was away for to long and Luke being adventures would always fight to defend himself right now Padme was tending to Luke’s wound caused By Leia’ s misbehavior “Okay sweetie do you want mommy to kiss it better,”  Padme asked in a motherly tone if her Son wanted to get a kiss on his  wounds.

Leia in the mean time was waiting for her father to get in as she always did when he left in long term missions seeing the door open Leia ran to her father and cling  to his leg “daddy daddy daddy  Luke and mom were being mean to me mom plays favorites with Luke,” Leia whinned to her father as she was clinging  to him. 

“Leia I told you to stay in your room little lady,” Padme was not happy with their daughter “Hi hon how was work?” Padme greeted her husband with a kiss on the lips “Eww gross cooties!” Leia exclaimed as she saw her parents make out, “ Leia room now your father and I have to talk.” Padme order her daughter to go to her room the little girl did as she was told.

[stealingpotatoes]

Not sure if this has been asked or not, but how would canon Luke and Leia react to meeting your au versions of them?

omg I'VE BEEN WANTING TO MAKE AN INTO THE LUKE-AND-LEIA-VERSE FOR AGES thank you for kicking me into doing it

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[kylo-wrecked]

Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them: "Whats wrong with you? A lot, a kriffing lot! But for the sake of beeing short because of course noone listens to the kriffing doctor when they say important kriffery and instead they drown in the ocean of very kriffing important words and only hear what they want to hear- you are not living in an enviorment that allowes you to produce the right amount of Serotonine, so you end up beeing the kriffing grumphy, all black wearing Kriffer that looks like he has not seen a kriffing sun in lightyears. Which, yes, mood, as an albino I can unerstand that, but you have kriffing melatonine, so there are no kriffing excuses: Go and stand in the sun for around two hours a day, get a kriffing plant to grow to sooth your stoneage-instincts to have nature around you instead of kriffing cold wide empty space so that brain would not be in a permanent state of kriffing screaming anxiety, eat something else than random cantina-kriffery,drink something else than caf at best even two litres of kriffing water a day, and occaisonally, you know, if you happen to not be kriffing shot at, take a kriffing nap. Around eight hours a day. Will do kriffing wonders for you, but not that you ask kriffing me, nohohohho, who would ask me." There was a pause: "Also I swear, if you now make a kriffing "short people" joke just because I said I will be short with my words, I will bite off your toes one by one and kriffing eat them infront of you."

@irrfahrer ://

There was a pause. One pause in Ziv's maniacal diagnoses, and in that pause, Ben grinned somewhat and plopped his chin in his hand. (*The pink, puckered hand he'd almost lost to one of the Ren. Who was going to do what with it? Deliver it to Snoke? If one hand was all it took to impress, they must've been in dire straits. Seven knights, one hand—what were the odds? Kriffing incredible.*)

"You know what's wrong with me?" he said sweetly. "You. You're a monster."

But since Ziv offered her velvet ear and paw to his aid, Ben decided he'd ask where he could stand, in broad daylight, for two hours, without getting shot?

[starlsssankt]

Aleksander felt her straining against him, and while he knew he could push just a bit further, while he knew it wouldn't take much more effort to cut her down--

He paused. Pulled back just a bit as she voiced that question.

And he just--looked at her. This Jedi that, for whatever reason he couldn't quite pinpoint, he didn't actually want to kill.

Not yet, anyway.

So Aleksander stepped back, the darkness half covering his face now as the shadows thickened. He let the silence fall between them, and then after a moment, put his lightsaber away, the red light falling into the dark.

❝ You want to know the truth? To know what is really happening, and who the liars are? ❞ He stepped towards her, crowded into her space, his voice lower than ever before as Aleksander whispered, ❝ Come and find me again. ❞

He didn't wait for her to respond before he turned to walk back into the shadows...

His surprise, plus the doubt he'd instilled in her, weakened her. She had to work twice as hard to keep him at bay. It was clear to her that he was going to win their duel if things kept going the way they were.

"Wait," Jayn huffed, her lightsabers straining against his, "Who's lying? Why-why tell me about this if you’re just going to kill me?”

She had no faith in the Force or the Republic half the time. She simply believed in herself & her fellow Jedi, the people who were her family & friends. It would sting to die not getting the answers she wanted, but it would cut her deeply if she lived not knowing who around her was lying to her face.

[esamastation]

I have become completely preoccupied with the idea of Obi-Wan Kenobi as a Cultivator. Here's my thinking process trying to come up with a Story Idea to go with it.

The problem with trying to turn Obi-Wan into a cultivator is that cultivation is by its very nature a somewhat self centered practice aimed inwards and Obi-Wan is a self sacrificial hero type and I don't know if it's natural for him to turn his efforts inwards and into Self betterment in a way that's demanded in order to achieve Cultivation.

Possible reasons as to why Obi-Wan Kenobi might use Cultivation:

1. He developed it by accident in his Tatooine Exile while trying to become a Force Ghost.

Problems with this:

1.1 Obi-Wan is attuned to the Unifying Force, so, visions, connections, future, far reaching plans and plots. Cultivation, I imagine, is more Living Force adjacent. Which means…

1.2 If Obi-Wan can accidentally manage to develop cultivation while trying Qui-Gon's methods, then Qui-Gon would've developed it intentionally. Which could lead to interesting alternative path, as in...

2. Someone teaches Obi-Wan cultivation.

2.1 Qui-Gon developed it, and teaches it to Obi-Wan. Interesting, very AU, could be the reason why, as per Jedi Apprentice, Qui-gon didn't want to teach Obi-Wan - if he had to take a padawan, one leaning more towards Living Force would've been better. Could make interesting, but very AU, story.

2.2 Agricorps as whole do Cultivation or near-as, and becoming an AgriCorps member pushes Obi-Wan to go for it? Hmm

2.3 Shen Qingqiu teaches Cultivation to Obi-Wan.

Why?

2.3.1 I think Obi-Wan deserves a loving kind Shizun.

How?

2.3.2 Shen Qingqiu somehow ended up in SW verse accidentally and figures that if Luo Binghe is going to make an appearance, he's going to be reborn as Anakin Skywalker, so sqq might as well position himself in place where he's ready to snatch his future husband away.

2.3.3 I could do a AU sequel of Cultivating Force where in his Tatooine exile Obi-Wan takes what he learned from sqq and just goes for it-

2.3.4 Or alternatively, after Cultivating Force sqq decides he wants to teach Obi-Wan for real because Obi-Wan would be an awesome student, and so lbh and sqq kidnap possibly agri-corps version of Obi-Wan for sqq to teach? Or just approach him. One or the other. Hmm.

3. It becomes Necessary for Obi-Wan to learn Cultivation for reasons. Possible reasons:

3.1 He needs it to save someone (Anakin)

3.2 He needs it to change future (stop Palpatine)

3.3 He needs to become stronger (stop Palpatine and save Anakin)

4. He's for some reason being forced/blackmailed to learn it?

Trickier. Few are the people who would force someone to grow stronger, outside... iffy, human cauldron reasons, which we shall ignore.

4.1 Dooku maybe? He discovered a power greater than the Dark Side of the Force, but darksiders can't use it, you need to be of the light (or neutral) side of the Force, or else you'll end up dead via Qi-deviation. So he kidnaps Obi-Wan to force him to test it out for him?

4.2 … yeah can't really think of anyone else who might do it. Except maybe

4.3 Vader??? For reasons of time travel? Or maybe in order to save Padme, if this is before Padme's death? Damn that would be a wild story.

...

In conclusion, there is an interesting idea here, but it always veers away from the One Simple Thing I want to write, which is: Cultivator Obi-Wan Kenobi.

So, ways for Obi-Wan Kenobi to be a Cultivator:

1 He's from an alternate reality where instead of Jedi, the Temple is a sect of Cultivators.

2 A Cultivator (like Shen Qingqiu) Transmigrated into Obi-Wan and brought their abilities with them

3 Stewjoni are Cultivators and Obi-Wan was never taken to the Jedi Temple.

4 Secret fourth thing I can't think of right now. Idk

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So, in summary, this idea is Difficult, I have used up all my Brain Power in making a Numbered List instead of writing, Tumblr sucks when trying to copy paste said Numbered List... and I still don't have a coherent Story Idea.

[shewhowillrise]

Red, Red Robin

BatFam Hunger Games AU [DRAFT]

Summary: Tim Drake, tribute from 11, reminded Jason of his little brother, Damian. Maybe that's why he accepted an alliance so quickly. Only difference, he was able to save Damian.

A/N: This is a Draft series. Meaning there will be telling instead of showing, misspellings, wrong grammar and tense. There might be word for word sections from book or movies. Plan is when finalized, everything will be as close to my own words as I can. I simply wanna get the idea posted. This series will NOT be posted in order.

I have commissioned the wonderful and talented @spicy-apple-pie for fanart of this scene 🥰

Jason thought he'd have more of a reaction to his first kill, but Bruce was right. It was no different than hunting. It was like an instinct. Snap of a twig next to him and that was it. A quick pull of his bow, and the boy from 4 was on the ground. He looked back at the kid with him, Tim, the son of the mayor of District 11. That's what made Jason pause.

Tim was starring at the spear that stuck in his chest. He grasped the wood and pulled. Blood spread over his shirt, like an infection, one Jason couldn't stop.

Jason choked on the sudden lump in his throat. No. All to sudden, Tim was in his arms, struggling to breathe. He carefully moved the outer layer of Tim's jacket to look at the wound. Even hidden under the slowly darkening shirt, he knew it was a wound he could not heal. Not like the gun shot Dick got from the Peacekeepers, or the whip lashes Bruce received for Jason's petty theft. Maybe if they were back home, with Damian, who studied under Bruce to take over the apothecary one day. But instead, they are in this dreaded forest, who knows how many miles from home. Even though there's six others in the arena left, including his sister, at this moment, he felt utterly alone and helpless. A feeling he hasn't had since Bruce took him into his home.

"Did you," Tim rasps out, "blow up...the food?"

"Yeah," Jason tries not to whimper as he answers, "every last bit of it."

"Good," Tim says before stating, "you have to win."

Jason wants to promise this kid, that has so much faith in him, that he will win. But he knows how this will end. His sister alive, and Jason ending it himself so she can win. He has a feeling Tim knows though, even the few days together, Tim seems to read him like an open book, something not even Dick can do.

"Can...can you sing?" Tim requests.

"Okay," Jason says, trying to keep the tears at bay. Looking at the robin pin that Dick pushed into his hands before he left on the train, he knows which song to sing.

"When...When I've been blue," Jason takes a deep breath, "Now I'm walking through fields of flowers, Rain-"

His grip on Tim tightens, "Rain may glisten, still I'll listen for hours and hours."

Jason can see the kid's eyes unfocus ever other verse, "I'm ju-just a kid again, doing what I did again."

Tim's fingers started slipping from Jason's forearm, "When the red, red robin, comes bob, bob, bobbin', along..."

"There'll be no more sobbin'," Jason chokes on the last few words and he sees Tim's eyes dim, "w-when he st-starts thr-throbbin' his old sw-sweet s-song."

Jason slowly raises his hand to close the kid's eyes. He could almost pretend the kid was sleeping. On instinct of an older brother, he kisses Tim's forehead.

"I'm sorry," he pleads into the skin, maybe hoping Tim can hear it, wherever he is now.

Catching sight of the blood, Jason zips Tim's jacket closed and gently lays the kid's head on the ground. Jason wants to scream, curse at any visible camera he could find. Demand the Capital to pay. Tim...Tim should be in his home, doing chores, scrapping his knees running around, not...not lying dead. Why...why did they have to do this? But Jason long ago promised, when his name was first entered, that they will not use his tears as their entertainment. They will not use his grief as a fluff piece.

He gets up and walks away, but wild flowers that grow in the fields around them stops him. Jason knows that the Capital will send it's hovercraft to collect the body, but...but Tim deserves respect now. They all do, every cannon that has gone off this week, deserves to be left to rest, not dragged for miles in the air. But only Tim will have to do.

Jason doesn't know how many precious minutes he used to collect the flowers, and arrange them, but he knows they aren't wasted. Soon, Tim lays in a bed of flowers, as if he was waiting for that red robin to come bobbin up.

AO3 | TUMBLR Divider Credit: @saradika-graphics Song Credit: Al Jolson

[universeofmuses]

“Thank you, I really appreciate it, I’ll find a way to pay you back for your kindness.” She said gratefully as she waited for the man to gather the supplies he could spare to her, though she had to admit she was having a hard time getting a read on the man, one moment she didnt know if she could trust him, then he seemed like a kindly man, now she was getting the impression that he was once a Jedi night with an apprentice once. Either way she was grateful that he was here to help her on her journey, she just hoped her journey was just as fortuitous.

She listened to the man as he spoke and was grateful for his positivity and belief, the only problem was that she didnt know him and between the empire looking for surviving Jedi and the fact that she didnt know him well she wasn’t sure she could trust him to join her on her journey. For all she knew he could be a spy that would lure her into a trap or would kill her in her sleep, it was too big of a risk, she had to do this on her own. “Thank you, I appreciate your positivity, I hope it is not misplaced in me.” She said thanking him for his confidence in her.

Frozen Wars

@universeofmuses���

Its been along time since Luke Skywalker and the rebel alliance took down the empire and bought Anakin back to the light side so he can fulfill his destiny and defeat the sith once and for all. Unbeknownst to  this brave warriors there was a further further away galaxy that would be going threw the same thing in a small  frozen planet called Arendelle.  In this world lived to sister whom studied to be Jedi however they were Elsa and Anna and both of this girls were padawans to their aunt Ingrid. Whom had fallen and satrted to walk a dark path but before her fall Anna made it as a Jedi Knight. Elas on the other hand had followed in her Aunts footsteps after the death of her best friend emma Swan a powerful Jedi who had a deep connection with both sisters.

In this moment and time Elsa was fighting with her sister as the girls clashed lightsabers Elsa was still using her jedi lightsaber which was a rarer orange saber. Give it up Anna I dont want to kill you but I will if I must little sister.” Elsa stated as she was in her mission, however luck was not on her side as her sister was placed in front of her to fend her off, Ann was the only weakness to Elsa as she loved her sister dearly but Elsa was consumed by grieve and  fear at the loss of her best friend.

@universeofmuses

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hi! It's me again :3, I don't know (and remember) if anyone has asked this before but I would like to know:

How did OG!MK feel when he found out that SW is his father in another dimension (I feel like Mei would say something like "See? I told you he was your dad" or something)

If it happens before S4, I feel like Mk would be a little jealous of his other self seeing that he doesn't have the problem of not knowing who his biological parents.

(The idea occurred to me when I remembered a tiktok that said MK used any type of editing app to get an idea of ​​what his parents would look like 🥲)

omg if you have that tiktok I'd love a link XD

Think i did do a post like that ages ago, but only with an earlier draft of TMKATI and canon. Now I have like three more verses to torment MK with >:)

When the Canon verse and the other verses collide, the quickest thing the MKs would notice is their appearances.

OG!MK: "Whoa!! These me's are monkey demons!" TMKATI!MK: "And you guys are... human???" SlowBoiled!MK: "Yeah, why wouldn't him- I mean me be?" CenturyEgg!MK: "I don't know about you guys - but my parents are monkey demons. Then again my gūtā [dad's gender neutral older sibling] is human, I think???" JTTWEgg!MK: "My parents are monkey demons! The coolest monkey demons ever I may brag." TMKATI!MK: "Oh no way! My parents are monkey demons too! i have a bunch of adopted siblings though. Does your dad work with Bóbo[dad's older brother] Pigsy too?" CenturyEgg!MK: "No cus Uncle Pigsy and Tang lives in the city. We all live on Flower Fruit Mountain - but we visit as often as possible! Uncle Sandy ferries us across all the time." :3 OG!MK: "Wow!! You two live on the mountain!? What's it like?" JTTWEgg!MK, shrugging: "It's cool." CenturyEgg!MK: "Sometimes feel pressured by my role as Heir to the Stone Throne - but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I really don't like having to visit the Celestial Realm though. The nobles are kinda mean about my dad cus he caused a bunch of havoc a long time ago." The Other MKs: "wut" OG!MK: "Uh... Please explain who your parents are?" CenturyEgg!MK, confused by their confusion: "Sun Wukong the Monkey King, and Liu'er Mihou the Sage of Wind??? I thought you guys were too???" JTTWEgg!MK: "Yeah, mine are too. I thought you guys knew??" SlowBoiled!MK: "No- well kind- it's complicated! Ok!?" TMKATI!MK: "Not me. My parents are normal monkey demons, dude." OG!MK: "Oh my gods the Monkey King *is* our dad in another universe! Mei is never gonna let me forget this!" CenturyEgg!MK: "Well techinically he's my mom too so..." The Other MKs: "lol wat?" JTTWEgg!MK: "lol same."

The different MKs collaborate to tell stories about themselves (and get a solid PSA on Stone Eggs) while their respective Meis are snapping photos with eachother.

The different monkeys watch on nervously. The different monkey kings are sitting politely as their Macaques hiss at eachother from across the room.

OG!SWK: "So uh... did you tell him yet?" Other Monkeys: "Tell him what?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "About him being made by Nuwa, or the fact that we were forced to abandon him?" The CenturyEgg and TMKATI monkeys: "What." TMKATI!SWK, laughing nervously: "What? Oh gods no. I thought you guys meant telling him who we are!" The Other Monkeys: "Wut" CenturyEgg!SWK: "Your MK doesn't know that you guys are... Us?" TMKATI!LEM: "Nah, we've sorta been off-the-grid ever since genius here [thumb-points at his SWK] got me pregnant with our MK." The Stone Egg au SWKs: "Hah!" "Uno reverse card, plums!" Stone Egg LEMs: *all three have varying looks of horror, indignance, and bashfulness* SlowBoiled!LEM: "I said I was sorry!" OG!LEM: "Wait... what do you mean by sorry?" SlowBoiled!LEM, looking uncomfortable: "Cus of our uh... fight under the Mountain, and me not returning to feed him, I sorta caused Wukong's body to create a Stone Egg... and then I sorta died before I found out so..." JTTWEgg!LEM: "Ooof. Glad I learned early then." CenturyEgg!SWK, to his SlowBoiled counterpart: "Oh bummer, you got left with Stone Egg all the way back then? I started up the process willingly after I had to seal away DBK. When was the little guy born?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "Little lady actually. Yuebei was born about six months ago. Our MK was crafted by Nuwa - then again I did raise him the first year until I became too weak to care for him..." *looks sad* TMKATI and CenturyEgg monkeys: "Oh no..." :( "Stone eggs are super dangerous to the people around them. I don't blame you." JTTWEgg!SWK: "Odd. I got an Egg from the mountain too - but mine was born shortly after I completed the Journey. And mine was our MK. Did losing Mihou make the process longer??" OG Monkeys: "What?" "How many of you have MK as your kid!?" (*Cue them having to make a Venn Diagram of Whos' MK is What to Whom*) OG!SWK: "Ok so! Mine and the guy with the super-adorbs baby got our MKs dumped on us." SlowBoiled Monkeys: *proudly showing photos of their Yuebei* OG!LEM: "The me in sweatpants had him cus of a comet /slash/ stone egg soul mishap." TMKATI!LEM: "Oh, my Wukong was still responsible there. He sealed the Harbringer's soul inside me after using a sealing spell. TMKATI!SWK: "I panicked, ok!" OG!SWK, pointing at the remaining universes: "Annnd you two literally birthed him yourselves." CenturyEgg and JttwEgg SWKs: "Yup." "Stone shell and all." OG!SWK: "...is there anything else I'm missing?" The other universes: (*scratching their chins in thought*) SlowBoiled!LEM, slyly: "So are you guys back together yet, or what?" OG Monkeys: "What!?" "As if!"

Laughter just erupts around the room as the canon shadowpeach pairing realises that they're the odd ones out as *not* being together.

Complete and utter chaos reigns when the parent and MK groups reunite, and they recognise some sort of connection...

[kylo-wrecked]

7. where is your muse most sensitive?

{ 🍵 You know you want: Smuggler!Ben, The Scoundrel }

'The usual places, Eris.'

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All the usual places a man is most sensitive.

His nipples, too, as well as the area under his ears, around the parotid glands, and his throat.

@etoilebleu