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Since I hate the fact that a lot of Tang's ships have tea in the name despite the fact he hasn't even been seen with tea, I'm coming up with better names for them.

First one is "peachtea" aka, Tang x Sun Wukong, which is now "fanservice". Why? Cause Tang is a fanboy for Sun and it's cute. (Recommend me other ship names to change.)

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Lil SilkTea warmup. He needs help when that crusty braid comes undone.

Plus some bonus spider pawbs

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fictional man i'd tuck into bed and kiss goodnight vs fictional man i'd knock out cold in one solid punch

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Sandy: List of words containing “meow”: meow, meowed, meowing, meows, homeowner.

Pigsy: This is literally destroying my life.

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oops, i made a follow-up doodles before actually posting the comic. so you get 2 x1 !!!, im just sayin, MK deserves a tail, he can just make himself one !!

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Dadsy acquired

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Freenoodles :D

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Happy Tang Tuesday

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I found a thread on Twitter talking about how it isn't okay to ship Nezha with anyone from the show and I think it breaks it down in a very simple and easy way to understand

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Watched Monkie Kid season 2 and now i cant get enough of this guy. like the dude literally got doc ock-ified rip

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Happy Birthday @its-kall-the-clown ! I am so glad you mentioned it would be your birthday a few days ago, I was able to get this written and edited for you in just enough time! I wasn’t entirely certain of what to write but, well… this idea came to me and I hope you like it!

It was a rare day that Sandy, of all people, was sick. Naturally the one day day in almost a week that Huntsman had free time to come and visit him was the one day he called him to cancel due to coming down with some kind of… something.

“The doctor said I should be fine in a couple days,” he had told the other over the phone. He sounded like he had gargled nails, and had attempted to chase them down with acid to boot. “They said I wasn’t contagious but… I won’t be the best company right now. I’m sorry that this happened now of all times.”

“It’s fine,” Huntsman had said in rebuttal. He’d had years of practice masking his tone, hiding his concern and frustration. Not at Sandy, no, but at the gall of whatever had made him ill. “Are you ok being on your own, though?”

“Yeah! I’m f-” Sandy had barely managed to get the start of a ‘fine’ out before there was the sound of something clattering to the ground. “Dang it.”

“What just happened?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all!”

“Ah, yes,” Huntsman grumbled into the phone clenched in his hand. “The ‘nothing’ sound of… you dropping your tea pot?”

“... the… tea set…” Sandy admitted after a moment.

“I’m on speaker, aren’t I,” Huntsman accused with a sigh. “And you’re trying to make yourself some tea.”

“Knew there was a reason you’re the best tracker out of all known demons,” Sandy barely managed to laugh before wincing, the movement clearly too much for whatever was wreaking havoc on his throat. “Just… got a little dizzy and lost my grip is all. But I’m fine! I’ll just drink water and go to bed.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Wh-”

And Huntsman had hung up, not giving Sandy the chance to logic him into staying away. He’d already said the doctors told him he wasn’t contagious, that meant Huntsman was in no danger of becoming sick himself. And besides…

From the sounds of it that tea set was not going to be usable anymore without a nice bit of super glue at the very least.

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“Huntsman,” Sandy grumbled when he opened the door. He sounded worse than he had over the phone, and looked the part to an extent. Normally shirtless the large man had a fluffy blanket wrapped around his shoulders, his eyes looked sunken with the deep bags under them, and he just looked exhausted from the way he held himself. “You really didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to,” Huntsman interrupted, making his way into the boat Sandy called his home. He ducked under his arm, not allowing the man to stop him. He cared so much about others that he knew Sandy wouldn’t have called anyone else to come and assist him, and if he didn’t take initiative he would try to turn him away and deal with this on his own. “Besides, it’s too boring at the lair to stay when Syntax has everything under control. This will keep me from dying of boredom.”

He put the bag he was carrying with him down, assessing the state of things. The home was messier than usual, but not to an extreme extent. Sandy had already cleaned up the shards of the tea set and the tea, though he seemed to have given up on making another batch and opted to just drink water instead if the lack of dishes was any indication. The cats that always crowded around him seemed torn between comforting their owner and greeting him, to what he believed to be an understandable extent.

He would be in much the same state if he was a cat, he supposed.

“Come here,” he said softly. He closed the door behind Sandy, guiding him through the home to sit on his couch. It only took the barest touch of the back of his hand to feel how warm the other still was, a mild fever but a fever still. “This should help.”

Huntsman reached into his bag and pulled out a cold pack, an adhesive one he had found at the store, and put it on the other’s forehead. Sandy winced at the shock of cold at first but relaxed into it, clearly finding some relief.

“You do this for everyone you care about, don’t you?” Sandy asked after a moment of Huntsman watching him. “Well, not like this. You care about me in a different way, don’t ya?”

“Of course I do, dumbass,” Huntsman grumbled as he turned away. He felt his own face heating up as a result of the accusation. It was true, he was the one to care for the other spiders when they fell ill (on the off chance they did), but Sandy…  for Sandy it was different. “I told you I did last week.”

“I know, it’s just fun to see you blush,” Sandy said with a chuckle. He softened, leaning back on the couch for a moment as he looked down at the smaller man. “Thanks. For caring like this. You know what would make me feel even better? S-”

“Tea!” Huntsman announced far too quickly, standing up and rushing to the kitchen. “I bought you a new set, let’s test it out.”

He almost missed the fond smile and chuckle from the other… almost. 

But he certainly didn’t miss the sheer menagerie of cats slowly making their way over to him and purring up the loudest storm as Huntsman started to prepare the tea. 

It wasn’t anything special, really. Just a mixture of something that should sooth Sandy’s throat and another blend for him that was simple and green. Had this been a few months earlier he would be at a loss on how to prepare anything more than the bagged tea the other had given him but now… now it came easy. Sandy had taught him well, showed him the tools he used to get the water to the right temperature, how long to steep different leaves, the kinds that bloomed fine in something small and those that did better in something wider. In just a few short minutes both were done and set on a tray for Huntsman to walk over.

And Sandy had that smile still plastered on his face. Huntsman couldn’t find it in him to be even mildly annoyed.

“Thank you,” Sandy said as he took the offered cup. They sipped their respective cups together, enjoying the mostly silence of the room outside of the cats. “This is good.”

“It better be,” Huntsman hissed out coldly. “The guy at the tea shop talked it up enough you’d think I was buying gold plated tea leaves.” The soft chuckle, purposefully held back, was enough to make admitting he hadn’t picked out the tea himself worth it.

“Hey Sandy?”

“Hmn?”

“... Iloveyou.”

He said it so fast he wasn’t sure the other heard it. It still felt so… WEIRD. To say that to someone, anyone, especially Sandy. But… it was the truth. And it wasn’t the first time he had said it, he had told him so the week before! But it was so new, so foreign to him, that he was the one probably feeling the most feverish in the room as his face heated from having said it again.

When Sandy said nothing he finally chanced looking up, slowly, to find Sandy flushing a deeper color and with a shocked smile on his own face before it softened once again.

“You know, I think I feel a bit better already.”

“T-that’s probably the tea!” Huntsman said, drinking down his tea and slamming it down before standing. “If you rest you’ll probably feel better! So! REST! I’m going to clean!”

He rushed off before Sandy could say anything else to fluster him, but he could see the other smiling even wider as he finally laid down on the couch.

When Huntsman returned an hour later, home finally cleaned enough to Sandy’s usual standard, he found the other sound asleep and already looking better. And Huntsman couldn’t help but finally allow himself to smile fondly as he sat on the opposite end of the couch with a book Sandy had been hounding him to read lately.

Maybe when he woke up he would feel more up to discussing it with him.

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Ok now that ive established i like monkie kid it is time to shitpost >:]

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I wanted to celebrate my new word count record in a fic (11k words)!!! So I did a little cover for said fic!!! Yay!!!

!!! If you want to read it, I'll leave a link below, beware of it being a SilkTea otp fic !!!

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Does anyone know which episode Tang calls himself MK's father figure out whatever?

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Me, thinking Mei was gonna be the one to introduce the idea of redemption to Macaque:

Tang: Hey

Me: Holy shit

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Peachtea my beloved