#lmk adoptables

[crypticpaw]

Two pretty designs I made which are up for grabs on my Ko-Fi! I'm very proud of how they turned out!

I really hope somebody grabs them soon, I'd love to make a proper dragon form for them!

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[angelcake10023]

Alright hear me out…. 💜

Single dad Macaque working at Pigsy’s Noodles as a delivery boy to actually earn money to get a house and stuff for his kid

Dare I say- it’s peak lmao

[steamedlotusroot]

remember when swk tried to take li jing and nezha to court for gross negligence in jttw? good times

[lemonstars-cat-blog]

⭐️ADOPTABLE BATCH 2⭐️

hey guys, back at it again, this time with some non-warriors characters in here, hope you don’t mind, it’d just be too much for my brain if i had multiple adoptable posts going at once LOL

⭐️ FIRST COME FIRST SERVED⭐️

DM if interested!

⭐️PAYMENT THROUGH CASHAPP OR PAYPAL⭐️

Orange Cat (old art, but comes with sketched and colored headshots) - $25 OPEN

Coral cat with blue eyes - $30 OPEN

Gray cat with white - CLOSED

Orange cat with leaf accessories - CLOSED

Orange and brown cat - $30 OPEN

[foxesscramble]

(More of) the Foxes doing the WIRED Autocomplete Interview

Question: What is Renee Walker hair color

RW: Whatever I want it to be. Currently a lot of pastels.

Question: Is Renee Walker gay

RW: You tell me.

Question: Renee Walker charity events

RW: Oh, I set up a lot of them. I have some animal rescue ones coming up as well as an event at the local homeless shelter. I have some bigger ones coming up that I will share more information on if anyone is interested in helping out. 

Question: Is Renee Walker adopted

RW: I am. My mom adopted me when I was, gosh, thirteen I think? A lot was going on at the time. She’s a lovely woman, my mom. I’m very blessed to have found her.

Question: Renee Walker pets

RW: I do have a lot of pets. I like to post pictures of them. They're all rescues. I have two bunnies, a cat, a turtle, a hedgehog, three hamsters, and a lizard. I love them all dearly. My friends rotate who watches them when I’m out of town for various things. Except for Neil, he tried once but I think my lizard was rude to him so he refuses to come over anymore.

Question: Who is older Andrew Minyard or Aaron Minyard

AM: I am.

Question: Why was Andrew Minyard arrested

AM: Boring.

Question: Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard rivalry

AM: Not a question.

Question: How old is Nicky Hemmick

NH: Wouldn’t you like to know? You should never ask someone their age it’s improper. What if I wanted to pretend I was 25 forever? Couldn’t you just get on board?

Question: Nicky Hemmick husband

NH: My favorite topic. It’s Erik Klose. For the record, we are engaged not married no matter how much I wish we were. It’s taking forever. What if we just go to the courthouse?

Question: Is Nicky Hemmick related to the Minyard twins

NH: I am. They’re my first cousins. I’m also, well was I guess, the twins guardian for a couple of years. 

Question: What languages does Nicky Hemmick speak

NH: My first language is English but I learned German as well from my years abroad there. Erik is from Germany too so that’s how we talk to each other for the most part. The twins also speak it so it’s like a super secret code language when I don’t want other people to understand it. Neil and Andrew do the same thing. They literally went out of their way to learn Russian solely for that reason.

Question: Nicky Hemmick sexuality

NH: I’m gay. I’m proud too, even if it took a while to come around to it. My folks weren’t great about it growing up, but it is what it is. I’ve been out and proud for years now. I’m wishing all the seasoned and baby gays out there all the luck and happiness.

Pt. 1 》 Neil Josten, Matt Boyd, Kevin Day

Pt. 3 》 Allison Reynolds, Dan Wilds, Aaron Minyard

[leons-art-pit]

Had to draw the boy from Red, Not Red Son. Not Anymore by @warpeddaydream inspired by their art on chapter 16 :D

i just had to draw Ember doing something one of my cats does- he loves getting onto my back/shoulders and rubbing up under my chin until i give him attention <3

[foxspiritofthewysterias]

Basically how Bai Lian came into Erlang Shen's life

Hey I had to introduce yall to her somehow *shrug*

[thatonecrazysidekick]

I stayed up until 6AM reading Queen of the Mountain by @centuryberry and am currently four chapters into Act II. This fic is so good--I usually never touch reader insert fics, but I'm so glad that the intriguing tags and summary outweighed my initial hesitance!!

Please accept this rough and hasty interpretation of teen Yue 🙏

[traumadumpingwhisperingcanvas]

I just read a fanfic where Sun Wukong got DBK & PIF to be better parents through the power of revoking their son privileges and honestly I’m kind of tempted to make my own spin on that solely for the fact of me getting that wholesome Uncle nephew relationship between Wukong & Red Son I so desperately crave

also Wukong and Macaque only getting along just so they can be there for their nephew is just fucking amazing like their nephew needs help and they’re going to get along to give it to him also Red son would give them an incentive to get their shit together and work on their issues, so shadowpeach anyone?

[boonalina]

LMK Successor AU fic cover art:

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Colorless sketch:

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Partly colored sketch:

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Concept draft:

What's this AU about?

Q&A:

What is the Successor AU?

-An alternate universe where Mei and Mk were born in the same era that Redson was.

-Macaque raised Mei, Wukong raised Mk, and Nezha raised Redson. -Story has shadowpeach implications in it. Don't like? Don't read.

What are the changes to this universe?

-Shapeshifting and glamour don't exist. Hence why Macaque can't hide his eye or his ears.

-Macaque was on the Journey to the West with Wukong

-Wukong never killed Macaque in this AU

-And other changes, but for the most part, it's the same.

When and Where does it take place?

-The story takes place around 95 years after the journey to the west ended. So it takes place in like ancient times.

-Takes place in China (supposedly, I mean, I'm assuming the JTTW took place in China.)

Why did Macaque, Wukong, and Nezha raise those three?

-I can't answer for Macaque and Mei cuz that's a spoiler.

-Nuwa created and gave Mk's stone egg to Wukong as a sort of challenge to see if he could raise a child. (There's more detail to it but that'd be a spoiler.)

-Nezha is the god of children, so he took it upon himself to take responsibility for Redson after Princess Iron Fan was put in jail. He calls himself Redson's "older brother."

What's the story summary?

-Basically, I just wanted to create a possessive Wukong AU. Most of the story is basically a game of hide and seek. Where, over the years, Wukong tries to find Macaque but keeps just missing him. Redson finds Mk stuck on Flower Fruit Mountain and they bond over time. Mei eventually finds Redson and Mk while she was on her own journey. Read the story to find out what happens!

[pickleking8]

13 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter 13

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Daniel Fenton was a very unlucky boy. That was an established fact. Quite frankly, Danny found himself inclined to agree with that fact, given the overall trend of his life. Or, at least, that’s likely what he would think, if he wasn’t preoccupied at the moment. 

The buzzing was quieter, now. After weeks of sitting, watching day turn into night and into day again through the gilded bars on his window, feeling the worms that were crawling behind his eyes, the rot, the decay that settled into his bones and made them brittle, the dust that settled like a fine layer of moss dotting his skin, turning his eyelashes gray with sediment. Blood bubbled and flowed, sluggish as ichor, tainted green instead of proper gold. 

They tried. Oh, they tried so hard to act as if they cared, to act as if they were concerned with the way he grew still and silent, the blankets beneath him sewn to his skin. They brought him food, and drink, and shook him and yelled at him and cried at him, calling him a falsehood all the while, all as if they had not spread the spores of the very rot that consumed him, as if they did not breathe tainted air from their putrid mouths that was too hot, too close, too warm and alive and encompassing, as if those embers didn’t fly, didn’t crawl their way under his skin and turn his insides soft and pliant, old with apathy. As if. 

All the while, as the decay found its way into every crack and crevice of his broken body, his mind sharpened, his anger grew, as did the pool of ectoplasm, that power, filling up his core bit by bit, by bit, by bit. Drops in an ocean. 

It had been weeks. His core was almost full, he was almost there. 

Tonight, I’ll be ready, he thinks, slowly, not sure whether it’s a fact, a truth said without hesitation, or something he’s trying desperately to convince himself of.  He smiled, finally, a crooked and tiny thing, and blinked, and dust trickled off his cheeks and eyelashes, to join the layers turning his lap grimy and gray. 

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Jasmine Fenton was not an angry person. At least, that’s what people said. No, she was kind, and smart, and “going great places” and “not like that brother of hers”. 

In reality, Jasmine Fenton was very angry. 

See, here’s the thing about anger, that many people don’t know, because many people (luckily, luckily, how lucky they are) haven’t had the need to be angry, the need to snarl and fight and rage, the need to protect themselves, their friends, their families, from anything and everything. 

Anger boils, that’s the thing. 

In fact, it frothes, and bubbles, and goes over the pot, spilling onto the countertop and sink, making flames splutter and fizzle and pop, and making them angry too. Anger fills you up and then spills out, from tear-laden eyes and biting words from a worried mouth. Through the fingertips, often, harsh patterns wearing their way into the countertop or doors slammed shut or nails digging into palms. 

Aconite’s palms are rough now, calloused, from weeks of lit fires and swung pipes and drawn guns, weeks of fingernails, glass-edged, cutting into already-broken flesh. 

Aconite, Jazz thinks, holds the anger that spills out of her. Aconite utilizes Jazz’s anger, methodises it, makes it much more useful. Makes it a weapon, a sword, steel tipped and fire forged, and a shield as well, solid and sturdy and holding everything else at bay. 

Aconite’s anger makes her eyes sharp and cold, makes the purple in her suit glow a sickly, deadly shade, makes her fires spread far and fast.

….Her ears still rung, from the screams, the fire, or the anger, she didn’t know which. 

Whatever. 

Danny’s still gone. GIW are still standing. The pot’s still boiling over.

Aconite is made of anger, and anger makes Aconite. 

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Danny stands, joints creaking as if predicting the biggest hurricane of the century, dust falling like a cape from his shoulders, different bits of decay seeping from his skin, his bones, and falling to the floor. His neck pops as he turns to look at the clock, small red numbers blinking back at him, declaring it to be just after three am. Witching hour, he’s strongest now, power surging up like high tide. 

He looks at the bars, eyes the barest hint of rust peeking through the gilding of paint. The iron would hurt to phase through.

He goes through the wall instead. It’s an odd sensation, it always is, as if he was weightless, deep in an ice-cold lake, the pressure of the water compressing him tightly from all sides. It should have been claustrophobic, but it wasn’t. Instead, it felt like an expanse, like open sky on top of a mountain, or ocean stretching for miles. Like he could go anywhere, despite how small the enormity of it made him feel.

Frankly, Danny was perfectly fine with going anywhere, as long as it wasn’t here. On the other side of the wall, now, he makes use of the bars, gripping them tightly as he prepares to fall. Ready, this time, not haplessly dangling, but with feet planted firmly against the wall, and a body tense: ready to twist and turn and deliver him safely to the ground. Concentrating, his form flickers, sputters, a candle on the verge of fading, before he winks away from sight all together.  

His feet squelch as he lands in the mud below, toes digging into the earth, and he feels tethered for the first time in weeks. For too long he was simply drifting, but now, as the soles of his feet feel twigs and dirt, and his fingertips touch over a veined and lumpy leaf, he cannot help but feel hope surge in his chest, in his core. 

No time, go, run, RUN, and his hope spurs his body into action, taking off across the lawn, perfectly trimmed grass ripped out and destroyed in his wake. He sees the wall, overgrown ivy tumbling down it, grabs the fuzzy tendrils and hauls himself over. 

Keep running. Just keep running. 

Feet pound against asphalt, bare, turning bloody as the sharp crags of Gotham’s streets take their toll. He checks his hand, and sees nothing but the grimy street below it. Invisible, still. Good.

Farther. You have to go farther. FARTHER. 

Heaving, laboured breathing, even though he doesn’t need it. Air filling his lungs too fast, too sharp, before being expelled even faster. Choking on the cold atmosphere. 

The facts, Danny, focus on the facts. That’s nitrogen, oxygen, and argon you’re suffocating on. 

He’s flickering again. Shit. Shit.

There! An alley. Inconspicuous, dark, filled with debris. He turns, quickly, hitting his shoulder on the wall and flashing into sight before pulling the wash of invisibility back over himself, ducking behind some overfilled, slimy dumpster. 

He sits against the wall, panting silently, listening. 

…Nothing. 

No shouts. No footsteps. No menacing calls. Not even a whisper carried on the light, chilly breeze. 

He did it. I did it. He’s out. I’m out!

Relief washes over him, cascading down, and he feels cleansed, the rot, debris, and decay slowly trickling away. 

Throws his head back. Sighs, just a small huff of air, before falling backwards into the space between the inner and outer wall of the brick building he had leaned against. 

He lies there, in the darkness, staring up into the void. 

Free.

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Taglist: @tkiesai, @simplestoryteller

Hey, everyone! I know it's been a while since I updated, and I honestly don't have an excuse, it just felt like nothing I wrote was good enough, so I kind of abandoned it. I wasn't planning on updating again, sort of ever. However, several lovely people left comments on the last chapter, expressing how much they would enjoy an update, and it prompted me to go back and look at my docs. It turns out I actually really like what I'd written for this chapter, so I decided to finish it out and post it! I can honestly say that I'm feeling much more invested in the story again, so perhaps this will lead to me actually finishing it. Though I think I've said that every time I update, so ya know. We'll see.

Anyway, I hope that you guys like this chapter! I was really inspired by the book 100 Years of Solitude for the tone of the first bit of the chapter, and it was fun to try out that sort of style. The last part of the chapter intentionally was made up of shorter, choppier sentences to try and evoke Danny's stream of thought as he's running and make it a bit more immersive/real, but idk how that came across. I also tried to include a lot of callbacks to the first couple of chapters, I thought it would be a cool full circle sort of thing. Overall, I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you for reading!

[sapphicfromthehip]

whoever came up with the headcanons that titch was adopted c’mere so i can kiss you on the cheek bc i eat it up every single time

edit: not a headcanon!! my brain couldn’t remember if it was canon or not, but still it’s very good!!

[angelcake10023]

freenoodles for yaoi day today 🥹🥹🙏

FREENOODLES FOR YAOI DAY!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🍜🐷

They bring me so much joy 🥰

[crispmbee455]

🌷Life and Death🥀 Monkies Adoptables!

Price: $55 each!

Payment via PayPal

DM me if interested!

[askblueandviolet]

is bei your guys daughter or child? or is bei a student with a seprate family?

Also have a good time :>

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