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As an explanation for Why Monkey Doesn't Just Use Flight to skip the book tells us that humans are too heavy with mortal stuff to sit on clouds, I assume that is also in service to the Metaphor

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I love playing with motion but im never in the mood

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Garabatos a lo sucio 😅...

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The main issue is, Sanzang thinks to himself as he watches Wukong hop from tree to tree. That this love isn’t the kind one can live with, that you can hold quietly in your chest.

It’s the kind he was warned against all his life.

It started as this...twisting in his stomach, in his chest, an odd sensation that simply happened every time they met eyes.

But it’s gotten worse over the years to the point where he fears his behavior permanently altered.

He ...can’t use the fillet anymore. He just can’t. He gets sick just thinking about it! He remembers what he did, and he was just so angry—and that must've been what he was warned about, surely. He loves him. So he is too invested, too attached. Sanzang let Wukong’s cruelties hurt him, and he retaliated—and he can’t do it again.

He can’t.

He'll lose him.

But it’s not like Wukong’s truly done anything to deserve it—lately—sure, he knows for a fact he still kills occasionally because as much as his eldest disciple is a trickster and a cheat, he is entirely too comfortable with him, and often forgets about the blood—but he comes back to him an increasing amount of times now with a crease to his expression he’s never had before.

Guilt.

It’s cold of him, but he’s frankly relieved that the Great Sage can feel guilt at all. After all they've done he...he worried that his disciple wasn't capable of guilt of remorse.

He can’t sleep alone anymore. Nearly every night for a decade now he’s fallen asleep with a creature made of stone laying on his chest and frankly it’s gotten to the point that sleeping alone has become unbearable.

Paranoia creeps in that he’ll be taken away in his sleep, that he’ll wake and Wukong will have already have gone and gotten into trouble—and he gets so cold.

Another thing the monks warned him against. The moment Wukong started sleeping on him to protect him from demons…he’s forced to contend with how spoiled he’s become on his eldest disciples tending.

It’s not the demon’s fault, he’s simply been a good disciple and did his best to get him food and water and keep him safe and warm...it’s just that Sun Wukong’s best is a lot more than most people can physically do.

Oh, but It’s not just what he does for them—because Sanzang has realized recently that Wukong does everything for them, from finding them food to solving their problems to mending their clothes; It’s only, that when he’s gone, it feels as if he’s missing a limb.

What is he doing if he’s not arguing with Wukong? Well If not arguing they’re peacefully enjoying the silence together....or they’re debating. Morals, philosophy, death. (Always an interesting topic between them when one of them has been to and broken out of the underworld) Sanzang knows his scriptures quite well and can be stubborn admittedly, but his disciple is old and sharp and lives to be contrary.

Why does he drag himself forwards when he’s dead on his feet and hates the very fact he breathes never mind what he thinks about the journey? Well firstly Bailong refuses to let him give up even when he‘s not on the dragons back. But secondly it’s because Wukong will prod and poke at him until his hearts in it. If only to chase the damned ape.

How would he survive without the demon by his side? Well the short answer is he wouldn’t, over the years Wukong has proven again and again that he’ll try his best to save him from hands that he refuses and teeth intent on tearing him apart. All wish to consume him and Wukong has never let it happen.

When Wukong not at his side, when he’s out of his sight, when he’s not prodding or debating him, or laying on his chest or fetching him water—

Sanzang feels lost.

And some days he hates it. Is he not still independent? Does he not have his own will? But what does he do when left to his own devices? Seek out the former demon king in his service.

Like now.

He had the opportunity to not attach himself to Wukong like a burr, he didn’t want to be alone but he’s sure Wujing wouldn’t mind going through their meditations together, even if lately he doesn’t even need guidance anymore, or he could’ve goaded Bajie into sharing any gossip he heard at the last city, even though he has a feeling this time he really doesn’t want to know. Or hell he could’ve prodded Bailong into practicing her human form. She still makes the spine too long!

But no.

He’s here.

Watching as Wukong peers carefully at a fruit before dropping it into the basket Sanzang’s dutifully holding out.

“Must you examine every fruit so?” He asks the demon curiously.

“You didn’t have to come with me for this Master.” His disciple points out, leaping to another tree to examine yet another unfamiliar fruit.

He shakes his head, offering out the basket. “Don’t be defensive my friend, I’m only wondering—“

Another fruit is dropped, then Wukong himself drops from the tree, hanging by his tail. Sanzang blinks as their eyes meet.

Sanzang is always troubled by those eyes. They're marvelous, you know, lucky. Bright red and burning gold, his disciple has the luckiest eyes and—

He walks a lot faster than he would’ve with the basket, tail swaying as he goes. But there’s a tension to his shoulders he doesn’t like.

Well those lucky eyes seem rather unimpressed with him about now. “I’m not getting you guys bruised fruit or anything with bugs in them.”

He squints down at the nearly full basket in his arms, then back at the Monkey King. “Perfectionist.”

His disciple scoffs, dropping down from the tree limb, gesturing back the way they came. “Not my fault I have standards, I did this for my little ones too!”

“Pilgrim! Are you comparing us to helpless children?” Sanzang teases, hefting the basket and turning to leave.

Wukong ducks under his burden and easily yanks it out of his grip. “No, Tripitaka, my children eat people, even the youngest isn’t as helpless as you four.”

He smiles to himself. “Now now, we’re not all useless.”

Wukong turns his head to raise one incredulous eyebrow at him. Sanzang is pleased to gently tug the basket from his grip. He doesn’t have to let go, Monkey’s a lot stronger than him, but he does.

He can’t help that he ducks his head a bit too close to his, just a hairs breath. “Wujing has done nothing to deserve such slander.”

His disciple's eyes widen before he ducks his head and snickers, fully letting go. Sanzang can’t help but feel smug as he carries the basket back.

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Fellas, you're getting 1 AM suntang content, including rambling

Fear me.

So hears the thing, I don’t see their relationship as...sexual. not because I care about the religious stuff but because *Sun Wukong explicitly doesn't give a shit about sex* he points out beauty, but like? He doesn't care! It motivates none of his actions! and Sanzang actually does care about his religious stuff. He gets flustered, and all but the despair he goes into when he gets Attention is quite apparent. ...And so are the insults. He would beat women off of his person himself if not for the fact that hitting goes against his entire thing.

(And you know its absolutely a good thing that Wukong doesn't care about sex canon wise because then Bajie wouldn't need to exist as he does due to the metaphor, and I like their constant fights, its a staple)

I see their relationship as romantic, however, because I find the entire premise of them, despite and perhaps because of their differences falling in love, really romantic. There is a reason so many people *do* make them fall in love. Their dynamic is pretty romantic as a premise anyway. Someone who needs to save someone else constantly from creatures that want the other for their body? Oh gee, not like i haven't seen that ten thousand times. The thing is, they just keep making Tripitaka a girl!

And for that, I would like to say, very gently, in understanding that its hard to get media that is even slightly gay up and doubly so for china; Cowards.

Idk I feel like there's some internalized homophobia to play with there, nothing quite like a ye olde fantasy Monk who has to work out who knows how many layers of things to find out about yourself by being attracted to *that*.

Fellas, that is a former supervillain of a demonic monkey with inexplicably vast magic powers who is centuries older than him and is also his student. And also; a man! I don't even know how many labels that lands you with nowadays, furry being the least of it; but I feel like it's a lot?

And like

Its just the fact that they are the heart and the mind, and they conflict, yes, but they need each other. What is a mind without a heart, a cruel one, a monster. But what's a heart without a mind, a soft one, a fool. They genuinely need one another to change—I find that to be so dramatic and intense, and at my heart, I am only a shipper.

Though, mind you, I will take it in any form i can get it. Platonic or not, I adore these two, and if you do their interactions justice at all, I already am in, ya know?

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an important bit of context and the main interpersonal conflict of the show is that as per the agreement xuanzang was supposed to just get a ton of cash but instead of being satisfied with that he turns around and blackmails persuades wukong into helping run the centre (by way of managing the issues that may rise with the local gangs and their interests/protecting the place directly). wukong is pissed beyond belief but he has to dance to xuanzang's tune because he's in way more danger if the truth about their fake marriage comes out. this happens right after they sign the certificate lol

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Premise (written by @sneakydraws):

sun wukong is untouchable by the law, but his lifestyle as the mafia’s toughest problem fixer threatens to come crashing down when a detective hired by the police catches scent of his being in the country illegally……….. the day can only be saved with a hasty sham marriage to the world’s biggest goody two-shoes, chen xuanzang, who’s in dire need of cash to fund his passion project: a buddhist criminal rehabilitation centre right in the middle of the city’s worst, most crime-plagued area. but can they keep up the charade long enough for wukong to become naturalised??????? tune in every thursday

Czytaj dalej

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my third year short film preproduction has me in chokehold here have a quick modern au meme

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Yes there’s a valentines special in illegally bound. It’s REALLY good

Also, it was @frozenladybug ‘s birthday a few days ago!!!

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Your honour they are in love

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An important discovery has been made

("I'm shy" is a callback to this gem)

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Got his ass

The rumour come out! Does wukong is softie?

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ring ring ring! more art for @dorkshadows wonderful fic From Here the Rain Falls (read it or else)

Shown are:

Dialogue snippet (Ch.4)/ Wukong leaning on Sanzang as he despairs over the Ginseng fruit (Ch.5)/ Ginseng fruit shenanigans (Ch.5)

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Please read @dorkshadows 17jttw fanfic From Here the Rain Falls. I’ve never read anything quite like it and I like it so much that I can’t stop myself from making fanart of it :oD

Sketches shown are:

Wukong feeds Sanzang water (Ch.1)/ The gang reads Guanyin’s letter (Ch.1)/ Wukong wiping away Sanzang’s tears (Ch.3)/ Xiao Bai Long shenanigans (Ch.3)

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*cackling hysterically thank you*

It's employment assessment week a.k.a 4 men try their best to please their boss // illegally bound style : )

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Ring ring! I’m back with more fanart for @dorkshadows amazing fic From here the rain falls! When will I stop? Who knows!

Shown are:

Wukong and Sanzang flirting over a leaf (Ch.13)/ Wujing’s violence in the new village (Ch.13)/ Ao lie drinking tea so he doesn’t think about working in the fields too much (Ch.13)/ Ao lie working in the fields (Ch.13)/the other disciples working in the fields (Ch.13)/ Wukong and Sanzang by the window of their room at night (Ch.14)/ Jiu Gong’s entrance (Ch.15)/ Wukong trying to eat the scorpion demon (Ch.15)

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Spiritually I am face down on the floor

Yeah, I don’t know how I can draw so much art for @dorkshadows fic From Here the Rain Falls either (aaaaaaaaa)

Shown are:

Keep reading

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Oh heyyyy I found the fanart for the fic that killed me

Rabbit fight part 2