#MONKEY CATCHING SERVICE

[ibukis-songbook]

Here's me wishing for any sort of dom!Kiibo thoughts you've got, if you feel like it? Your imagines got me daydreaming and now I can't stop! (Huge fan, by the way! Seeing you on my dashboard always brightens my day, even when it's just a little message about how you're doing or something.)

soft dom Kiibo headcanons

Awe thank you sweetie! I’m so happy I can make your day! <3 Comments like these make mine. Anyways, I love dom Kiibo too. I don’t want to lewd the robot, I want the robot to lewd ME. Sorry this has taken me so long to get out. Writer’s block is the worst.

CW: NSFW, gn reader, dom/sub relationships, dom Kiibo, sub reader, I operate under the assumption that Kiibo has both a sex drive and a dick

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Arctic Monkeys - Kneesocks

Roxanne - Chase Atlantic

Kiibo is totally a soft dom. I think getting him to be a hard dom would require him to be very very very worked up

If you catch my drift

But he’s down for a lot, even as a soft dom.

Remember guys: soft doms are still doms, and are not the same as service tops!

Kiibo is a tad overconfident in himself on the lowkey, so I think he’d actually take better to domming than most would assume.

Kiibs loves taking care of his s/o, pampering them in bed and making the most of the experience.

He also loves the feeling of knowing you trust him to be the one calling the shots.

He’s not experienced in sex at all, so a d/s relationship would likely be introduced after a few lessons in vanilla lovemaking.

Speaking of lovemaking, Kiibo sees all sex as an act of love. Even if you’re just feeling in the mood, to him, being your partner in the bedroom, dom or not, is just another way of him being able to express his affection for you.

Kiibo’s a bit of an experimentalist. His only harsh limits are really hurting you. Biting, pinching, and things are fine, but harsh punishments and extreme impact play are out of the question.

The hardest things he’s probably into would be marking you or overstimulating you.

He loves watching you squirm and writhe in pleasure, hearing you beg him for more.

Or beg him to slow down. But with the way your hips move against him, he really can’t control himself.

Or, or, beg him to give you anything while he edges you.

“You look so desperate right now. Say you need me again. Tell me how much you love it and maybe I’ll reward you.”

Knowing how much you crave him drives him up the wall. Watching you shake makes him remember how fragile and sensitive humans are. He just wants to watch as your body contorts in pleasure as he brings you to the brink and brings you back again and again.

He finds it really cute how you whimper for him while he teases you with his tongue or fingers before giving you what you really want.

He praises you until you can’t think or speak. He’ll make sure you know for certain all the things he loves about you, no matter how embarrassing you think they are. He can’t help but comment on how well you follow instructions, how good you are for him, and how much he loves you.

When Kiibo’s the dom, he prefers to be on the giving end. It’s slippery and silicone and fits you so perfectly (thanks to Miu).

Poor boy tends to get really lost in the moment. He’s totally sex drunk the second he slips in, and this is when he tends to get a bit rough (you know, for him).

He’ll overheat and pant and whine, telling you how tight and warm you are, and how he loves you and wants to see your face when you cum around him. His voice will malfunction but he’d never stop talking, praising you constantly.

“S/o…s/o.~ Hhaahh, s-so t-t-t-iiiiIIIiight. Ba…baaaaAAAaaabyyyy~~~. Ahh, ahhmmnnn…sssSSs/oooOOO!~”

As soon as the two of you are finished, he’ll pull you close to his chest and scan your vitals, making sure you’re alright.

Aftercare with Kiibo is wonderful, provided he isn’t low on charge. Careful not to let him overwork himself.

He dotes on you a lot afterwards. Domdrop for him can hit hard though, so make sure to tell him he did good too! 

[michwritesstuff]

Respect Your Elders Part I (Top Gun: Maverick: Robert Floyd)

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for months and only half-finished. So i got this part done for you all and i’m looking forward to writing the rest :)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Robert “Bob” Floyd When a special mission calls for the return of several world-class aviators, the Hard Deck serves as a battleground between young and old, as Top Gun students, both new and graduated, compete to see who truly is the best! Just some good-old drinking games and competition can lead to things no one would ever expect.

notes/warnings: age-gap, mentions of alcohol consumption

word count: 1.5k

Part II

When you found out that you were selected to attend Top Gun you couldn’t be more ecstatic. While you had graduated from the Naval Academy at the top of your class, this was a completely different honor.

You were about to be training and instructed alongside some of the greatest aviators the Navy has ever had. This fact alone was enough to send you into a spiral, but nothing—nothing could compare to the thirteen weeks you would spend in Fightertown, USA.

Sure, you were focused and dedicated to your assignment, but was it so wrong to be looking forward to a few months on the California coast while in the best shape of your life with some of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen?

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Weeks had gone buy since you had first arrived at North Island, training more tiresome and grueling than ever. For a strange reason unknown to all of you, your training had been extended for an additional three weeks with a three week break in the middle.

 Rumors were they were bringing in a special task force that required your time and air space. Whether this was true or not had yet to be determined. But one thing that you could guarantee was that you would love the late nights at the Hard Deck without the regret of a hangover while waking up at 5a.m. for morning training.

Pulling into the gravel lot you began to feel the buzz of the Hard Deck as the evening crowd had begun to pile in. As you walked into the crowded bar you couldn’t help but feel that there were more people here than usual.

“Hey Penny!” you called as you approached the bar.

“Hi Y/N, what can I get you sweetheart?” she replied sweetly.

“Just the usual.”

You let your eyes wander around you as you stood still, leaning against the bar. You couldn’t help but notice a group of men in the corner by the darts. While they had their service khakis on you couldn’t quite place their faces. As you continued watching you slightly laughed to yourself as the one guy covered his friends eyes who yet managed to hit three dead-on bullseyes in a row. As they turned around you examined their faces, they seemed older, not by much but enough that their features had hardened. They certainly were easy on the eyes, you wouldn’t mind staring for a little longer.

Your attention was pulled away as Penny placed a simple vodka soda in front of you, her usual look of disgust evident. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her response, already familiar with her thoughts on your drink of choice.

“Haha what? I can get drunk and stay hydrated at the same time!” you argued.

“That’s disgusting—and also not how that works. I rather you take shots of vodka than sip on that like a psychopath” she laughed.

You just grinned at her before your attention was drawn to a new group of aviators walking by, again—no one that you knew.

“Pen—”

“Special mission or something,” she replied before you could even finish forming your question.

You nodded understandingly before grabbing your glass and starting to stand taller compared to your previous position of leaning on the bar top.

“Well I’m gonna see if I can find some of my people, I’ll catch you later Pen.”

She gave you a small wave before returning her attention to the many people who you had failed to notice occupied the space around you at the bar.

 Walking past the bar to the pool table you were relieved to see a few of your friends and the rest of your classmates.

A chorus of “y/c/s” eased your nerves as you began to feel more at home.

You weren’t necessarily an introvert, you just appreciated having people you knew around. Not to say that you couldn’t talk up any stranger placed in front of you, because you certainly could--maybe just not tonight…maybe.

“Y/N, finally! I was getting ready to call you” your friend Vanessa called, or as she went by Aries.

“Yeah hey Aries, got caught up at home for a second. Do you happen to know anything about this special mission?” you asked after embracing her in a hug.

“Not really, but I do know that I do not mind the sight” she trailed off, subtly waving at the pair by the darts you saw earlier.

All of a sudden you were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around to see Natasha Trace, call sign Phoenix.

Your first time meeting Phoenix was after you graduated the Academy, you had been stationed with her overseas. She was like the older sister you never had, with years of experience ahead of you she always encouraged you to go after what you wanted.

“Oh my god, Trace? It’s been years what the fuck! How are you?” you exclaimed, barreling into her for a hug.

“I’m good Y/C/S, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, thought you already went through Top Gun.”

The realization dawned upon Phoenix, being called to Top Gun was a major goal in your career that you had been working towards.

“No shit, I’m so proud of you,” she responded.

“Haha Thanks! But what about you, special mission huh?”

She gave you a confused look.

“You know people talk,” you clarified.

“Right…uhm yeah. They called back a few of us for training.”

As if on cue, the pair that you and Aries had been eyeing walked up to the group.

“Going to introduce us to your friends Phoenix?” The blonde spoke up, eyeing you up and down in the process.

You didn’t shy away from his lingering eyes; you liked a challenge.

“Guys, this is Y/N Y/L/N, also known as Y/C/S. Y/N this is Coyote and Bagman.”

“Hangman,” he was quick to correct.

Aries walked over, amused by the attention of the older pilots.

“Hangman, this is Aries,” you introduced.

“Aries,” he greeted, a warm smile gracing his lips as he took in the way her uniform hugged her body in all the right places.

Goodness, you could cut the sexual tension between the two of them with a knife.

Phoenix grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the bar,

“C’mon let’s leave them be, there’s some friends I want you to meet.”

You turned back to look at Aries, smiling to yourself as she bent over the pool table slightly, giving Hangman and Coyote a view they wouldn’t want to miss before sharing a knowing look with one another.

Aries had quickly looked in your direction for approval to which you just gave her a thumbs up. She was going to have a fun night.

Phoenix pulled you up to the bar where it seemed more pilots had entered since you were last there a few minutes ago.

“Hey boys,” she called out.

A group of men turned their heads in your direction. You recognized a few from various pictures on Nat’s instagram, Garcia and Fitch, and of course Bradshaw. There was also another aviator that you hadn’t seen before.  He wore dated glasses, could’ve been straight from the 1980s. Despite that, he was cute. They were all attractive, but he caught your attention the most.

“Wow, Y/L/N? No shit, what are you doing here?” Bradshaw laughed, pulling you into a big hug as you approached the group.

“What do you think old man?” you laughed as you pulled away, silently greeting the rest of the group with a witty smile and slight head nod.

“Hmmh these new rookies got some spirit” Fitch laughed, the rest of the group nodding in amused agreement, including Mr.Glasses.

“And you are?” you asked him? Your direct nature often came off as a tad bit abrasive. He looked a little flustered before adjusting the frame of his glasses and extending a hand out towards you.

“Lt. Robert Floyd ma’am, but you can call me Bob.”

“Lt. Floyd” you repeated back to him, a blush covering the both of your cheeks as your hands pulled apart.

“Well, Aries and I planned on making a drinking game out of darts, you guys wanna join? Well that if you elderly can hang, it’s getting kind of close to your bedtime isn’t it Grandpa Rooster,” you teased.

The group followed you over to where Aries was already leaning on the edge of the bar by the darts with Hangman and Coyote, Hangman’s arm wrapped loosely around her waist as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, earning a giggle before she lightly shoved at his chest.

“There you areeee” Aries dragged out, slightly stumbling over to you.

“Did you drink without me” you teased, the answer was obvious, but you and Aries always messed around.

“I would never,” she giggled, falling back into Hangman’s grasp as he gave a confident smile to his teammates who had joined the group.

“Alright then, Penny, a round of tequila please!” you exclaimed.

Penny lined the shots on the bar, everyone grabbing a glass and cheering to each other while trying to keep all the liquor in the small glasses.

 You raised your glass to Bob, giving him a warm smile as you shot your drink back. Bob followed, taking his shot without the aid of salt and limes, giving you a wink and a toothy grin as he set his glass down.

You could already tell that this was going to be a long night.

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[cosmic-nia]

“Benched” (At Your Service AU version)

another infodump so i’m not gonna go into too much detail into some of these

In the au, both Macaque and MK follow the gang to the Lantern City. Similar to the canon episode, they find out about the talent show and the third ring. And just like in canon, Macaque will do whatever it takes to get the third ring, to get as far from the Lady Bone Demon as possible. He doesn’t let MK know that, of course.

The gang still performs in the talent show, and Tang still goes after the third ring. It wasn’t after he made in the lantern when the shadows started to change as a familiar monkey shows up.

Macaque goes and taunts him, and Tang smacks his hand away and runs and reaches for the ring. And then, at the last second, a familiar figure wearing a headband appears. Tang immediately realizes who it is before getting kicked in the stomach.

Tang hits the walls of the lantern hard and collapses. MK perfectly lands on his feet as Macaque praises him. MK looks down and notices the ongoing performance, and sees his friends. He felt his face showing a small smile, it was nice to see that they were having fun-

His eyes flashed blue as he shook his head, he had a mission to do. Macaque notices the kid watching the performance, and gets an idea.

“You know kid, your friends seem to be having a lot of fun. I’m sure it’d be nice if you joined them, don’t you think?” At that, MK gets the message and smirks. They needed the rest of the rings after all. MK shares one last glance at Tang before leaping down.

The whole scene with Tang and Macaque continues on without MK. Macaque sends MK towards his friends so he doesn’t hear about his plans to use the Samadhi Fire for himself, to get away from his Lady.

Mid- performance, Wukong’s ears perks up as he senses something, or someone? He briefly looks up, only managing to see someone dropping down towards them. Wukong barely has enough time to warn the others before the mysterious figure finally landed, creating a powerful blow that sends half the crowd flying.

When the gang picks themselves up and the dust finally clears, their hearts drop as they recognize the mysterious figure instantly. MK simply wipes the dust off himself as he turns toward the group, with a sickly smile on his face.

“Hey guys! You guys looked like you were having a lot of fun down here! Unfortunately though, I gotta cut your little show here short. My lady needs something.” They were about to speak up, before MK interrupted them, “And don’t worry, my Lady changed her mind. We’re not gonna capture Wukong. However…”

“…I’m gonna need you to hand over the rest of the rings.”

At that, the gang froze. They stood there, unsure of what to do. How did the Lady Bone Demon find out about the Samadhi Fire? Did MK told her willingly, or did she managed to find out herself?

There were only sounds of the crowd’s panicking as they exited the theatre, as the gang continue to stand frozen. That was, until Mei finally found herself taking out her sword and getting into a stance, her sword trembling slightly. “We won’t let you take them.”

MK simply chuckles, taking a step further. “Always so stubborn with you, huh Mei? Oh well..” His hair begins to turn white as ice begins to form around his knuckles. “Hard way it is.”

The gang begins to duke it out, while with Tang and Macaque are having their brawl in the lantern. One fight scene later, and the gang manages to escape from MK. And Tang miraculously manages to escape from Macaque and meets up with the gang (cough cough Pigsy catching him cough cough)

since MK interrupted the gang’s performance, Pigsy never got to do his big finish (sorry pigsy😭) and the lantern never lit up. Tang still manages to access his powers and get the ring tho dw

Back with Macaque, he manages to pick himself up when he turns around and sees the kid standing behind him, causing him to jump. “What the heck, kid? You tryna give me a heart attack or somethi-“, he pauses himself when he noticed the kid just kept staring at him blankly, his eyes glowing blue.

Suddenly, all the lights in the city burned out, including the lantern itself. The lantern began to fill itself with a blue hue, whispers began dancing around him. It wasn’t until a voice began to speak when Macaque realized, she’s here.

A blue mist began to surround him as the voice continued. “You were to retrieve the rings of the Samadhi Fire, and yet you failed?”

MK knelt down. “My apologies, my lady. I tried to stop them but-“ “Do not worry, my child. You have done your best. I expect you to not disappoint me next time.” LBD responds to him in a calm and sweet tone, to which MK sighs in relief and stands back up, his eyes continuing to glow.

“As for you, Six-eared Macaque,” LBD’s voice returns to that of uncouth and scornful as she addresses the monkey. “I expected better from you. It would seem that you are rejecting the path to destiny, and so there will be… pain.”

Blue chains immediately rose from the ground as they begin to wrap around Macaque, holding him up. MK simply watches all of this go down, that blank look still plastered onto his face.

“NO! I’ll bring you your Samadhi Fire! I won’t fail you again, I swear!” the monkey begs, struggling to release himself from the chains.

“Really? Very well then. It would seem that there is still time to correct your failure.”

A blue mist begins heading straight for the Macaque, striking him right in the chest. He doubles over in pain, as the chains release him. His eyes begin to glow blue, his arm begins to cover in ice.

“Bring the fire to me. I will grant you my aid, my power in this final trial.”

Macaque lets out a painful scream as the power of the Lady Bone Demon rushes through him, half destroying the Lantern City in the process.

“But make haste, or I will leave nothing left of you.”

[takalzuoom]

tehe brain rotting azul angst where he cheats on you🙈

sorry for the quality- trying to get over writers block

cw: cheating, angst

but you weren’t supposed to find out 🙊it was just a really really poorly timed photo. one that was supposed to be taken as you saw him the background, arm snaked around some girls waist- some blonde in some skimpy bikini-

it had taken him a month to hold you. yet it only took him half a summer to hold her.

you were perplexed. how could floyd post that and not see what was in the background?… or even jade, who was posing with his bother on the beach when you knew they couldn’t stand being out of water. especially floyd.

you were perplexed. baffled. confused on what was going on. on what he was doing with the blonde. with the tweels

so you liked the post.

nothing more, nothing less.

and when azul texted you that evening, telling you how much he missed you and couldn’t wait to see you again…

but you couldn’t help your mind reeling. wondering if he was saying that as he was with the three of them, wondering if he was saying that just because you liked the post and managed to catch them in the act.

wondered if he questioned why you didn’t respond nor read it. didn’t call him to update him about the latest home town drama, about the summer work you were stressing over.

complete radio silence for the next two weeks. one sided texts and calls piling up on his end.

but that never stopped the blonde from appearing. closer and closer as he finally made her way into an official photo, arm wrapped around his as a different bikini was on her…

of course- you liked the photo.

which was the first thing that came from you in two weeks.

so when he came back a sophomore, guns blazing with jade and floyd by his side. he went to greet you, hug you, kiss you. only to find you yawning him off.

brushing off his affections.

blowing off his lunch meet ups.

which, azul being azul. pondered about. asking your friends what was wrong and if you were okay… though they only gave him glances and side eyes.

and of course he didn’t like the way you were hanging around those first years and monster.

how’s you blow him and the twins off in favor for them. not even stepping into the lounge for your nightly chat, or to help clean up after hours…

and of course you knew the tweels had something to do with with this. obviously when jade lightly tapped your shoulder, and told yo y to come with them to the lounge where azul- not your ‘boyfriend’- but azul would like to talk with you.

“…is there a reason why you’ve been avoiding us three?” jade asked, casually strolling through the hall as people peered around the door, not wanting to get in the way of the giants.

“not particularly” your nose grew a little lonfher as your eyes stayed trained to the end of the hallway. not bothering to look at him.

“ehhh, are you sure about that-“

“yes. i am.” you interrupted, walking a bit faster so you wouldn’t hear their mumbling. their slurred whispers and monkey grins.

but as you opened the door to the lounge, you didn’t expect azul in his school uniform, foot tapping and arms crossed. a matching scowl on his face as he excused the twins when you opened the door. walking towards you you remembered something he’d always say when you’d ‘bothered him’

time is money and money makes the world go ‘round,

he’d says. so when it was an empty dining hall right before lunch, yeah u thought he’d gone made. as there wasn’t a soul in sight to prep the lounge for the on coming lunch rush- especially since it’s the beginning of the year too.

it was you and him.

and the twins eavesdropping.

“y/n, why have you been ignoring me? you even stopped showing up at the lounge”

a coil in your stomach snapped, a rush of heat spreading through the front of your head as multiple words flooded your head.

multiple things you wanted to say as he kept running lip service.

various insults you wanted to call him, insecurities you wanted to exploit to make him hurt. hurt like you did when you saw that - that necklace on the girl-…

a sigh broke him out of his rambling. you rubbed your head as you checked the time. 11:56

you a step forward, thoughts fighting to take over as an idea was front and center of your mind.

there was one thing all those photos had in common.

it wasn’t that they were all at the beach.

mot wasn’t because they were all in bath suits- yes even azul.

not even the time of day.

“tell blondie that i love her necklace. and that i had the same one” you smiled, you didn’t need the cafe to be silent to hear his gears in full throttle.

the furrow of his brows, and the flush of his checks telling you everything you needed to know.

though before he could put his octo smarts to good use, you were already out the door. loudly thanking floyd for the photos.

bonus :

azul : …. what just happened

floyd : seems like ya have no more bitches

altnerate ending :

azul : *overblots*

idk i pulled this out of my 🙊

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Death Battle: Alternate Ending

*Just watched today’s Death Battle! I really liked it. I wasn’t too surprised at the outcome, but this is mainly just a fun little thing for me.*

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*Tripitaka and his disciples wait in a clearing for Wukong to come back*

Pigsy: Ugh, that freakin’ monkey’s taking forever! Can’t he jump around the world or something?

Sandy: Patience, Pigsy. I’m just thankful for a chance to catch my breath.

Dragon-Horse: Whinny. (Maybe he found whatever monster wants to kidnap Tripitaka this week and decided to be proactive for a change)

Pigsy: Yeah, you tell him, horsie!

*The Dragon-Horse rolls his eyes*

Sandy: Hey! Here he comes! And... who’s that with him? Is that a lion?

Pigsy: No- no, I think that guy is wearing a lion!

*Wukong and Herakles enter the clearing*

Wukong: Greetings, nerds! Meet my new pal Herakles!

Herakles: Greeting, honored friends.

*Tripitaka rises from his meditations and joins them*

Tripitaka: Ah, greetings, mighty warrior. Who might you be, and how did you come across our Monkey friend?

Wukong: Ah, it was awesome!

Herakles: Indeed! You see, I came across your monkey here atop a mighty mountain...

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~ Flashback ~

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Herakles: Ho there, ape. I require that divine fruit in your hands.

Wukong: Heh, sorry Hulk Hogan. I got it first, and my Master needs its strength for our quest.

Herakles, his interest caught: Quest? What manner of quest?

Wukong: Eh, get some fancy scrolls from the Buddah, achieve enlightenment, yadda yadda.

Herakles: And what is your stake in this journey, Ape.

Wukong: Ehheh, I kinda... sorta... beat up Heaven and Hell, ate all their shit... and, you know, tried to dethrone the Jade Emperor. Guess you could call this Community Service.

Herakles: Ah, a Quest for Redemption. I know that struggle well, monkey.

Wukong: Cool! *jumps off his cloud* Say, you look pretty strong! You wanna have a spar?

Herakles: A marvelous idea! However, I warn you, I will not go easy on you. For I am Herakles! The God of Strength and Perseverance!

Wukong: Sweet! Cause I’m Sun Wukong, the Monkey King and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

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Tripitaka: And so you fought?

Herkales: Indeed! This monkey was a mighty foe!

Wukong: Heh, don’t sell yourself too short, Herk. You really pushed me hard!

Sandy: So that was that Earthquake we felt earlier.

Pigsy: *crapping his pants now that there seems to be someone else as strong as Wukong out there*

Wukong: Yup! Herk punched me right into Hell... literally!

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~ Flashback 2: Electric Boogaloo ~

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*Hades enters his throne room, seeing Wukong lying on the ground and a hole in the ceiling, leading all the way to the living world*

Hades: Well... that’s a new one. Raining monkeys.

*Wukong gets up, a little dazed but none the worse for ware*

Wukong: Damn, that one really made my bell ring. *he looks up at Hades* Hey, you got a Water Bottle or something?

Hades: All our water either kills you, gives you amnesia, or is blood.

Wukong: Eh, gimme some of the blood.

*Herk lands through the hole he created*

Herakles: Oh, hello Uncle Hades.

Hades: Hello Herakles. Are you here to play with Cerberus again? He’s missed you.

*distant sound of a Three-Headed good boy barking*

Herakles: Not today Uncle, this OP monkey and I are having a match.

Wukong: Sun Wukong’s the name, Bullshit magic is the game.

Hades: Wait, you mean the same Sun Wukong who beat up my Easter Colleagues and erased his name from the ledgers of death?!

Herakles: You managed that? Incredible! Almost as incredible as that time I wrestled Death itself into submission.

Hades: Ugh, don’t remind me. Thanatos still scream whenever I try to wat WWE.

Wukong: *whistles in appreciation* Dang! That’s impressive. Now, where were we?

Herakles: I was winning a fight against a mouthy monkey!

Wukong: Winning, you must have a worse attention span than me. Cause if I remember right *uppercuts Herk so hard he makes another hole to the Living World* I was winning. *somersaults after him*

Hades: Well... I guess the place needed a skylight.

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Sandy: Impressive! But, who won?

Herakles: We’re getting there, giant.

Wukong: See, It turns out, I socked Herk so hard we ended up in Heaven!

Herakles: Heaven the place. Not Heaven as in the arms of my loving wife, Hebe.

~

~Flashback 3: This time It’s personal~

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*The Jade Emperor is minding his own business when Herakles blasts up through his floor and slams against the ceiling*

Jade Emperor: Fucking Hell- AGAIN WITH THIS SHIT?!

Herakles: *falls from the ceiling and lands on his feet* Well met, mighty King. Did a monkey with a staff fly in after me.

J.E: Shit, I knew Wukong was behind this somehow.

*Wukong land in the throne room*

Wukong: Howdy, Jadey old Buddy! I see you've met Herakles.

J.E: Herakles... the same Herakles who held up the sky and vanquished an army of Divine Giants.

Herakles: Ah! Then words of my heroics have spread even here!

Wukong: Dude, you held up the sky? That’s so cool! I did that too!

Herakles: You’re an impressive monkey. Now, shall we resume?

Jade: Try not to kill him, Buddha forbid you make me happy.

Wukong: Aw, he’s such a kidder.

*Herakles sucker punches Wukong and sends him flying. With a merry laugh Herakles leaps after him*

*A servant enter and sees a sulky Jade Emperor amidst the carnage*

Servant: Wukong?

J.E: Wukong. And apparently he has an equally OP friend now.

Servant: I’ll prepare the Heavenly Booze.

-

Pigsy: Hah! Nice.

Sandy, eating some magically manifested popcorn: So who won?

Tripitaka: And how did we not notice this?!

Wukong: Well, you see, we fought all over the place! High, low, left and right. I threw my Clone Army at him but Herk just smacked ‘em all around.

Herakles: I shot him with the Hydra Venom arrows, but it didn’t even kill him. It slowed him down, but didn’t stop him completely.

Wukong: Still hurts like crap.

Herakles: Sorry.

Wukong: Anyway, eventually we just K.O.’d each other.

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~Flashback 4: The Pre-Side-Sequel~

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*Wukong and Herakles both come to, naked and in a hot spring*

Herakles: Huh, not the first time I’ve woken up without my pants in a hot spring.

Wukong: True that. But, uh, I recognize this place. This is-

???: My home.

*the two look up to see the Merciful Bodhisattva Guanyin standing over them, a stern expression on her face. Moksha stands nearby with a shit eating grin*

Wukong: Guanyin! I, uh, I didn’t-

Guanyin: Peace, Sun Wukong. I see you’ve met Herakles. I was hoping you two would get along as well as you have.

Herakles: Huh, but... wait... you’re the one who sent me to find that Divine Truth in the first place!

Wukong: Eh? Hey, what’s the big idea!

Guanyin: Sun Wukong, I’d like you to meet your newest traveling companion and playmate.

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Tripitaka: Truly?

Herakles: Indeed! It seems Guanyin wants me as a witness to your great quest. And to help hold Wukong’s leash.

Wukong, muttering: Playmate, she says. I don’t need no stinkin’ playmate.

Sandy: Well, I for one welcome our newest brave adventurer!

Pigsy: And I welcome anyone who can kick Wukong’s butt!

Wukong: Horse, if you will.

*The Dragon-Horse kicks Pigsy in the head*

Wukong: Thank you.

Tripitaka: Well, I welcome you on our travel, Herakles.

Herakles: Indeed. Now, let us begin again, on our:

Wukong and Herakles: JOURNEY TO THE WEST!

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Winner: Friendship!

[cosiam]

CHAPTER 1 ABOVE! ^^^^^^^^^

Egghead - The Island of the Future. | Monkey D. Luffy x Reader.

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Chapter 2

~ Cross-Guild Organization ~

Meanwhile in another part of the New World...

EMPTEE BLUFFS ISLAND, NEW WORLD

"Did you see him?"

"I sure did! Can't believe I just saw the real thing! That was the world's strongest swordsman. Yikes! When they announced the seven warlords were no more...the entire idea of the cross guild organization...and all those battleships surrounding us, I thought we were goners. However, I should have had more faith in Buggy's leadership! Just look at him now."

"Wait! Wait! Have mercy! Spare me the misery of my miserable life! I'll do anything! I'll lick the mud from your boots!" The genius Jester calls out, begging. While the two Warlords stared calmly at the Jester, they were wailing ugly away.

"The humiliation..." Sir Crocodile is uninterested and displeased with the Jesters Comments.

"I don't know what to say, except.. I'm sorry! Or maybe. Better luck next time?" Anger rose in him like a tide, he breathed ragged gasps, trying to catch his breath. Catching the glimpse of the two warlords, one pulling at his tangled hair. The sharp hook glimmering away on one side and the other, a long thin blade that is capable of defeating anything that crosses its path.

"You're the first man to rise in the ranks of emperors by saying, "I'm sorry"....and by my blade, it will be the last." Dracule Mihawk retorts, bringing the shining sword closer to the whaling clown. His yellow gleamy eyes narrowed, piercing Buggy's head as if he was translucent. "Only death can right this wrong."

"Please don't kill me..." Buggy - The Clown pleads as his eyes flood with tears, his brows snapping together. A gaze darting towards the two other carriers, Crocodile and Mihawk, hoping to be spared; hoping to flee this situation without harm.

"That is not an option!" The greatest Swordsman shouts temperamentally - gripping the sword. Jaws tighten in frustration and disbelief wanting to finish this meeting.

Hearing the patter of loud, heavy feet pound against the wooden floor directs everyone's attention towards the source of the sound. A Man with the Letter 3 steps out of the shadows, making his presence clear. As he approached the clown, whose hair may have become overgrown, the floorboards creaked. The foolish man with three on his head clapped his hands together. The noise bounced off the walls...before speaking up.

"May I just say boss... that it is so...delightful to be in your service again!" Galdino shouts, loud enough to get the point across. Staring up at MR. Crocodile, awaiting his acknowledgment.

(Galdino is Mr.3, the former baroque work - crocodile henchman)

"Galdino! Are you backstabbing me?! After all this time?!?" In response to the news, under the influence of indignation and resentment, the Emperor looked down at Galdino. Yet it still retains that gallery ambience with an ambiguous sense of the embitterment in the political ways that he and Galdino's been involved in the past.

"I never worked for you, Buggy!" Galdino smirked fiercely. Getting closer to the Infuriated Jester, hoping to push more buttons.

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Meanwhile:

"Poor chairman... R.I.P. What do we do now?"

"We follow crocodiles! Revolutionary messianism, fanaticism, is the only way to disrupt one's embedment in a system whose hegemony is so thoroughly entrenched!"

"It's a cold world out there..." The person hesitated for a moment, and then returned gravely to the metal door and opened it, leaving the premises for a brief moment.

There's a moment of freezing silence while everyone's eyebrows contract like thunder. No sound...just silence. It is a policy that must be pursued in the quiet not to spook the country's growing legion of foreign emperors.

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Somewhere on the Grand Line

Kambakka Queendom, Grand Line.

"Hello? Koala speaking!" Koala says. Her face was worn and wrinkled, but creased into a smile.

"It's me... Sabo."

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CHAPTER 3 BELOW

[crazycookiecrumbles]

The Beginnings (Prequels)

A/N: This is a prequel series to my Stark!Readerverse series. Those are all my stories that start with “A” and have some other shit following it.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Warnings: swearing, always swearing, and alien violence

Summary: Before you were in love with Shang-Chi, you were falling down the rabbithole that was Captain Steve Rogers, a man out of time, but the first man that would sweep you off your feet.

This was indescribably bad. One minute you’re sitting pretty in the brand new living area of Stark Tower, the next there’s a grease monkey who looks like he’s having meth withdrawals talking about his glorious purpose (you really hoped that wasn’t a euphemism for something in his pants because what the hell?) and threatening utter world domination. 

Who you later learned to be Loki Laufeyson would later try to press the tip of his scepter (also not a euphemism at all) to your chest in an attempt to get you under his control. Instead, he was stopped by surprise. He thought the cloth wrist warmers on your hands/forearms were for fashion. Instead, they were covering the metal alloy bracers underneath that kept you from injury and helped control and focus your powers. You used said powers to block Loki’s attempt with his scepter, small vibrations exuding from your center that kept him from pushing forward with the scepter, hands raised and forming a circle to maintain this focus.

He’d surprise you, though, and in a fit of rage he’d sweep your legs out under you, grab you by the throat, and launch you out the window of the tower, your tower. You’d see your dad trying to race down to catch you, but you were able to save yourself with your own abilities, catching yourself right before hitting the ground.

“Spawn,” Tony would say after you took his call immediately upon landing. “Can’t talk right now. Gotta stop a Norse god. Clear the area.”

“What?”

“I love you. Clear the area, get out!”

The call ended leaving you utterly confused. So this was that secret trip he was on that he kept you from, wasn’t it? This was why your call with Fury suddenly ended early a few days ago and your services were no longer needed. How interesting.

In trying to get people to listen to you and leave ,aliens would fall from the sky and attack Midtown Manhattan. This lead to you using your powers in the most offensive way you had done in awhile. With not a lot of training under your belt and even lesser confidence, you were blasting Chitauri aliens across the street, breaking cars, and getting tossed around in the air yourself.

It led to you  fighting outside of a bank and hearing glass shatter. You looked up and saw someone in blue being launched out of there, so you lifted your hands and used your seismic powers to slow his fall until he landed on the ground next to you. You stared down in surprise at a relic you had last scene in history books — well, and in your grandfather’s old study.

“Captain Steve Rogers,” you blurted out. “Uh—sir.”

He looked up at from the ground. An eyebrow raised for a moment before he let out a breathless laugh and shook his head, “Formal during an alien invasion.”

“Habit? Sorry,” you helped him to his feet and he stared at you for a moment.

“Do I know you? You seem familiar.”

You shook your head, “Nope. I’d definitely remember meeting you — I mean. Uh, well that sounds — Hi. I’m (Y/N).”

He grinned, a lopsided, toothy, tired grin that sent shivers down your spine as he quickly shook your hand, “Thanks for the help, (Y/N). I’d stay and chat, but — “

“Aliens, right!” You nodded quickly. “How about some help?”

He nodded, “How much can you do?”

You grinned, your eyes glowing brightly  as your two hands lifted and fired behind him. Steve spun around and watched as you blasted two hulking beasts back with such force that they went through the meter-long concrete wall behind them and lay there unable to move their now broken bones.

Steve nodded quickly, “That’ll do. Stick with me.”

You fought alongside this strange man, this relic of your family’s history. Blood was shed. You’d cover his back, and he’d shield you from harm or lift you up off the ground when you were down. You’d even later meet another Norse god, Thor, and find out that the Jolly Green Giant was actually a real life anomaly that did not find that nickname very amusing.

There were two others in that fight that you had already known very well, but that’s a story for another day.

At the end of the battle, with Tony laying on the ground, he felt a familiar rumbling underneath him and he lifted his head, barely, to see you stomping towards him. Each step you took made the ground shatter, leaving behind a perfect imprint of your foot with cracks emanating from it and stretching for several feet.

Tony felt the rumbling of the ground increase and heard it splinter and crack beneath him as you stood over him.

“Mother fucker!” You shouted. “You can’t just go off into space with a nuke and call to say goodbye. That’s bullshit. Fuck you. Fuck you for making Fury take me out of this from the beginning and fuck you for thinking hiding all of this from me would somehow be beneficial. Have we learned nothing!?” You shouted at Tony, then glanced up and saw  Steve. “Hi, Captain.” You looked down at your dad again, “And if I haven’t made my thoughts clear, fuck you!”

“Steve’s fine…” Steve trailed off quietly, watching this interaction with a very confused look on his face.

Tony blinked, “Well, to be fair, I thought you’d split the helicarrier in half and kill us all on a temper tantrum.”

“You’re not funny.”

Tony weakly lifted a hand and pointed to the ground that was shaking, “But I’m not wrong. Come on, I’m fine. This is my thing. I always nearly die. I never actually die,” He reasoned as he slowly sat up, then reached up to grab your hand. He took note of how one of your gauntlets was now broken, and using your powers so much was starting to impact you physically as your skin was red and purple with deep bruises. “I’m fine, Spawn.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” you muttered under your breath.

“I bet,” He sighed and glanced at you, then Steve. “How did you meet Capcicle?”

“Wait, Spawn?” Steve looked between you and Tony frantically, “You’re his—“

“Yes, that’s how that works, Steve. I call her Spawn because she’s my daughter. Being in the deep freezer damage your brain cells?”

Steve ignored his sass, “I—I had no idea—if I had known — “

“What, you’d keep me from fighting to keep his kid safe?” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, like you guys didn’t need any help at all.”

“I don’t know, kid, I saw Loki throw you from that window,” Tony began as you and Steve and Thor helped him to stand, “Kind of lame.”

“Fuck off, dad.” You muttered under your breath ,”I look better than you, don’t I?”

“Now that’s just not a fair comparison. No one looks like Tony Stark.”

“Agreed, you old bastard.”

Your relationship with your father was interesting, so to speak. Steve could see that immediately, and it was something he was both curious about and yet far too terrified to question. All of you would apprehend Loki together, and celebrate with a very eerily quiet meal that was laced with exhaustion.

You’d join them to see Thor and Loki off to Asgard after you had a private conversation with Nick Fury involving something he wanted your technical expertise for out in Washington. And, given how protective your dad was, he knew he had to speak to you without Tony’s interruptions.

Steve was heading towards his bike after shaking hands with your dad, and to get to his bike, he had to pass you. You looked over your shoulder and waved happily to Natasha and Clint before turning back around and seeing Steve stop in front of you.

“Well, it was nice to meet you and work with you, Ms. Stark.”

You chuckled and reached for his outstretched hand. You both glanced down, and he could see the new brace on your arm sans the covering. 

He hummed quietly to himself as he looked it over, “Not hiding it?”

“Not today. Not anymore,” you nodded. “Kind of hard to hide my powers now that the news has me blasting a hole through an alien’s stomach.”

“Which is a very impressive feat. I certainly couldn’t do it.”

You laughed at him, hand still in his as you gazed up at him, “No? Did super lungs not come with the upgrade?”

“Hm, shouldn’t you know that, Ms. Stark?”

“Oh, Captain Rogers, you have me mistaken with the men in my family,” you teased. “The women aren’t nearly as obsessed with you.”

“Nearly? So there’s still a little bit of obsession?” He teased, eyes glimmering in delight as he caught you start to blush and curl your bottom lip inward to bite. “I’m just teasing, of course.”

“I’m sure,” you smirked. “You can’t be some kid from Brooklyn and not have some sass to you, right?”

“That’s right,” he nodded in agreement with you. After a few seconds, his eyes lit up at the prospect of possibly not feeling so alone in this time and having something in common with someone. “You’re from here?”

“Born and raised,” you nodded. “Couple stops off the train from you, apparently. Well, at least according to the history books.”

“Huh, small world,” he mused.”

“That it is,” you nodded in agreement and heard a car horn blaring in the most annoying way. You glanced over and saw your dad honking the horn, staring you dead in the eyes, and holding up a pair of sunglasses for you to wear. Beside him, Bruce was cringing and even sinking in his seat a little bit as Tony proceeded to act like an overbearing mother. “Well, I think that’s my sign to leave before he has an aneurysm over not getting enough attention.”

Steve laughed. He nodded and finally let go of your hand  and stood up taller as he gazed down at you, “Well, it was lovely to see you again, Ms. Stark.”

“(Y/N) is fine,” you told him. “And likewise, Captain.”

He smiled softly, “Just call me Steve. Take care. Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

You, having had your previous conversation with Nick very much involve helping Steve out on the side of your contracted work with SHIELD, you knew what was coming. You knew you’d eventually see Steve again.

“Maybe sooner than you think,” you grinned and said goodbye for yet the third time before running to Tony’s car.

Steve followed your run. He watched as you jumped into the backseat and grabbed the sunglasses. After placing them on your face, you leaned forward, one arm around your dad’s shoulders, the other resting on Bruce’s shoulder as you apologized for the future ahead of him now that he was joining the Stark madhouse.

Steve glanced down at his bike and smiled to himself as he started it up. (Y/N) Stark. Crass, beautiful, and very, very much Tony Stark’s kid. It was evident with the way you carried yourself, and yet, there was some part of you that was drawing him in, that made him want to know you a little more and see you again. There was just something likable about you that separated you from your dad, a certain warmth to you.

“Must be her mother’s side,” He mused quietly to himself as he drove out of Central Park.

[lunar-wandering]

Giggle Glow idea!

You know the ask Winter got the other day about the Secret Service game? Apply that to the LMK crew. It starts with MK and Mei doing it to Red, before the trio begin doing it to Pigsy and Tang, while /trying/ to with Sandy. (He is a giant demon! It is hard to push him over!)

Finally, they being doing it to Mac and Wukong with a few of the others getting involved too. It sometimes turns into a chase with laughter involved with all of it. Over time Macaque and Wukong begin to join in and it sometimes happens to MK. Mei never seems to be caught by it so the others make it their mission to try and tackle 'Madam President'.

it took them FOREVER to convince the monkeys to join in

mainly because both of them were so certain that the others wouldn’t be able to tackle them and they didn’t want to give the mortals an “unfair game”

still though, they eventually got dragged into it anyways. they were overly confident in themselves.

maybe a little too confident in themselves.

Macaque saw everyone coming at him and turned into shadows so the first person just passed through him, and he was gonna do that with everyone else-

and then Red Son whips out a flashlight, and down Macaque goes, tackled by Mei and onto the floor.

Wukong himself didn’t even try to run or anything, he just stood there fully confident they wouldn’t be able to knock him down because he’s made out of stone.

he may have forgotten that the kids have more strength the average mortal, and also know many of his weaknesses.

he goes down laughing, nearly blinding everyone else since they were so close to him, and takes a good few minutes to get back up.

as you said though Mei never seems to get caught. the dragon speed gives her one hell of an advantage.

which is why Red Son is the one who eventually catches her, figuring out where she was gonna go and teleporting to that location before she could get there in order to tackle her to the floor.

Pigsy, while also finding the game fun and being happy that everyone else is happy, makes them all stop after they break the living room table.

[thestarfilledsea]

Spectres and Snow

Word count: 4046

AO3 Link :D

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Mk, Macaque, and Monkey King get trapped in a snowstorm after a battle in which Monkey King was hit with a magic depletion spell, Leaving them all vulnerable to the cold.

Luckily, there’s an inn nearby. Unluckily, it might be just a smidge haunted by a benevolent spirit, even more unluckily, Macaque is easily scared.

Warnings(?)Contains some tame swearing.

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This was a bad idea.

But the blizzard had come out of nowhere. With frozen winds and blinding cold, it seared through any layers that Wukong wore, his own breath was the warmest thing around him.

He wasn’t used to being cold, but that’s not what worried him.

It was the fact that he was not traveling alone, Macaque and Mk hid close behind him as shelter from the unyielding wind as they trudged onwards.

If the self proclaimed Great Sage was cold, he couldn’t imagine how Mk felt.

If he had only dodged that attack from the mage demon earlier, he could scoop both companions up and fly to shelter on his nimbus.

But as fate would have it, the demon landed an energy depletion spell on him, affecting him until two dawns would break the night sky. As of now, even his true sight didn’t work.

The deep white snow made it difficult to walk, and Wukong could tell Mk was faltering.

All he could think about is how lucky it was that Mk had gloves, otherwise the king was certain his successor would have frostbite.

“Any luck yet?” Macaque shouted above the wind.

Wukong shook his head, noticing that Mk was now wearing the dark furred monkeys signature scarf.

After a moment of dread and a shared look between Macaque and Wukong, Mk’s excited yell broke the silence.

“What’s that over there?”

“What’s what— OH!!” Wukong began to ask but cut himself off with the sudden onset of relief.

There, nestled in the deep snow, was an inn. It’s ‘open’ sign almost falling apart from the icy gale, but it was open.

Summoning one last burst of energy, Wukong grabbed the two and scrambled towards the promise of warmth.

Heaving open the door and slammed it shut behind them, the three exhausted travelers slumped inside with relief that they had never imagined was possible.

Mk was panting, leaning against the old door while catching his breath that the wind had stolen from him.

As he sat recovering, Mk started taking in his surroundings for the first time since the storm had started.

Inside the inn, it looks like how you’d expect a haunted house attraction to resemble. Cobwebs rested on an elaborate chandelier that glowed softly in the gloom, an arching stairway that felt too elegant for its surroundings lay in the middle of the main room, and a large bookshelf that stood against a wall that based on the amount of dust on it, was older than Mk greeted the group.

Cautiously, Mk walked towards the old fireplace. There was a feeling of being watched he just couldn’t seem to shake. Maybe it was the faded wallpaper? The wall of creepy painted wooden masks that overlooked the hearth? Or maybe it was the creaking of the wood beneath his feet. In other words, “comforting” was not the word to describe this place.

Macaque seemed to feel similarly, because he followed closely behind Mk, his hand subconsciously landing on the kids shoulder; tail twitching anxiously ever so often.

Wukong, however, didn’t seem to pick up on the caution of his companions and waltzed over to the deserted front desk, seemingly without a care in the world.

Dinging the service bell, Wukong paused expectantly…only for nothing to happen. He dinged the bell once more, nothing but silence followed. Sighing, he leaned against the counter annoyedly waiting for an employee whilst the others explored the seeming film set for a horror movie.

Macaque’s eyes were drawn to an old portrait that stared down the visitors. It was of a man and his daughter, looking as solemn as all old photos do.

His gaze next landed on a display case just below the framed portrait.

The glass case held several things within it, an old fan, a necklace, and a wood carving of a fish. All of which were settled on ivory velvet cushions, seemingly peering upwards at whoever approached them.

“He has a great mustache.” Mk’s voice broke the silence Macaque hadn’t realized fallen.

Glancing back up at the picture, he snorted. The guy indeed did have a great mustache. Quiet chuckles from the guardian and the warrior filled the air, dissipating some of the unease the two felt.

Wukong didn’t mean to stare fondly at the two, he didn’t even realize he was doing so until he was snapped from his reverie by the sense of a looming presence from just behind him.

Snapping his head back towards the desk, there sat an old woman. She looked so settled. like she had been there the entire time. Clothed in blue and black, her grey hair contrasted the clothes like snow under the night sky.

“How may I help you?” She asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.

“Uh, Hi. we kind of got stuck because of the storm…”

Wukong gestured awkwardly to the snowed in windows.

“Do you have any rooms available?”

The woman’s eyes never left his, not even to glance at where he was gesturing.

“You’re in luck, we have several. Two or three?”

“Three. We’re hoping to be out of your hair in the morning if the weather improves.”

The woman just nodded, pulling three skeleton keys from the drawer in front of her, each of which had a tag on it displaying which room it belonged to.

Macaque kept watching the woman suspiciously even as Wukong padded away from the front desk.

The first time her eyes ever left Wukong was to meet his gaze. Macaque felt a chill go down his spine, accompanied by a gut feeling that he would be safer outside in the tundra than in here.

“Did you get the …” Mk started but trailed off when he noticed the way the lady was looking at Macaque. “Uh…Is she..nice?”

“She seemed to be.” Wukong shrugged. “Come on, let’s go find our rooms.”

The three walked to the right and down the long hall, the doors looked old, and the carpet was faded. The only lights were beside every door, dimly lighting the walkway. Even though unease was prevalent, Mk didn’t mention it. He simply bid his friends goodnight, and locked the door behind him.

The room felt too much.

Mk shuffled under the covers of the bed, trying to relax. His T-shirt was comfortable and the bedding was not the worst, but he still couldn’t undo the knot of worry that curled in his stomach.

The wallpaper seemed to be watching him, and the shadows cast from the dim light of the hall made scary shapes in the darkness. And of course the smell of dust didn’t help much either.

It’s probably fine. Everything’s fine.

Right?

His self reassurance seemed to be acknowledged in a shriek that sounded from the room next door, followed by several things falling.

What was concerning is that it came from Macaque’s room.

What sounded next was what could only be described as some sort of maniacal laughter.

Mk leaped out of bed, grabbing his staff and scrambling into the hallway towards Macaque’s room, the floorboards dipping beneath his feet groaning at the suddenness of it all.

“Macaque? I heard a commotion are you alrigh—….oh.”

The scene that unfolded before Mk wasn’t pretty, but it sure was fucking funny.

Macaque was standing on a desk with all his fur puffed out, and Wukong lay curled up on the floor laughing himself to tears with one of the wooden display masks from the lobby in his hand.

“Oh.”

“Not. A. Word.” Macaque hissed from where he crouched on the table, his fur still puffed to almost full capacity.

“But you look so fluffyyy” Mk cooed, making Wukong laugh harder if at all possible.

“Mk, where the hell are your shoes?” Macaque deflected from the increasingly embarrassing situation by motioning to the kids mismatched colorful socks.

Mk buffered for a moment “Do you think I sleep with my shoes on?? What are you, crazy!?”

Monkey King was now gasping for air.

“And don’t deflect! Look what you’ve done! You’ve killed him.”

“I didn’t do shit, he’s the one that decided to jump scare me!” Macaque argued, clambering down from the desk, his fur beginning to naturally un-poof itself.

“Now if you two leave, I can actually try and sleep some tonight.” Macaque said before he went to draw the curtains, only to freeze, his entire being unmoving. He was looking at the ground outside the window.

“Macaque?”

“Come look at this.”

The seriousness in Macaque’s voice made Mk quietly but quickly move to where he was standing.

Outside the window, Mk could make out a distinct pair of footprints just below the windowsill. No tracks leading up to it, none leading away, just two perfect footprints.

“Uhh, that probably isn’t the best thing to see.” Mk chuckled nervously, stepping away from the window.

“Let me see, heaven knows that Macaque gets scared easily.” Wukong mused, finally getting up from the floor and taking Mk’s place beside the dark furred monkey.

“I am not scared easily.” Macaque hissed to the Sage as he peered through the glass.“See? It’s footprints. I’m not lying.”

Monkey King squinted at the now increasingly concerning idea of footprints outside of the window with no indication that whoever made them had ever left or even arrived for that matter, and laughed.

If he addressed it, he would have to actually deal with the problem.

Never. At least not without a fight.

Wukong had only hesitated for a second to come up with an excuse for what probably happened when all the lights went dead.

Mk bowled into him, grabbing his arm in fear, and Macaque looked like he either wanted to jump out the window or hide under the covers.

It was now pitch black in the room, and the only light was coming from the moon reflecting off of the snow from outside.

“That’s probably fiiine.” Wukong said, ignoring how his mouth twisted up into a nervous smile.

“This is not fine, this place is obviously haunted!” Mk whisper-screamed at his mentor, still latched onto him.

“It’s just a power outage, bud. Things like this sometimes happen in snowstorms.”

“Wukong.” Macaque tried to get his attention, but ultimately got brushed off.

“And plus, even if it was, I doubt a ghost would be even able to hurt us”

“Wukong.”

“Even without my powers I’d be able to protect us, don’t you worry!”

“SUN WUKONG.”

“WHAT?”

“Oh for the love of— TURN AROUND YOU DUMBASS.”

At that, the Monkey King did turn around, Mk turning with him. There in the doorway, that Mk had left open when he originally burst in, stood a child. A little girl, with big brown eyes, dark hair, and worn clothes.

There was a moment of awkwardness before Wukong pried Mk off of him, who landed with a small thump on the ground, never taking his eyes off the girl with dawning horror.

“guys. it’s just a kid. I don’t even need my true sight to see that.” Wukong scoffed, crouching down to eye level with the girl, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible whilst attempting to ignore the quiet and repeated ‘no’s and ‘Monkey King don’t’s that came from Mk.

“Hey kiddo, where are your parents? Do you know which room you’re staying in?”

She just looked up at him, and gave him a soft smile. Blinked once, twice, until she was just suddenly...not there?

she was gone.

Wukong stiffened. There were several streams of panicked thoughts going through his mind all at once, but he couldn’t focus on a single one of them. Mk seemed to gather himself first, grabbed a very frozen Macaque, and fully lifted him over his head with one arm, did the same with Wukong, and then proceeded to RUN down the stairs like his life depended on it, bounding loudly and going down three steps at a time in a fight or flight fueled self preservation attempt.

When they arrived to the entrance, Mk wasted no time and skillfully opening the ancient doors using only his left foot, and violently threw all three of them outside into the snow, letting the doors slam shut behind them.

There was a few seconds of silence before anyone spoke, Mk was panting and leaning back into the snow, Wukong was trying to process the fact that he was wrong, while Macaque would be more scared of the ghost if he wasn’t wondering what the hell Wukong was feeding the kid that enabled him to carry two immortals such as themselves with that amount of ease. Meanwhile, even though the wind calmed down exponentially, it was still dangerously cold, and Mk’s jacket was still inside.

Mk was the first to speak, even if it was incomprehensible. “Well this certainly scrambles my eggs.”

“Mk, please, for the love of heaven, just say fuck.” Macaque glowered.

Monkey King was sitting crisscross applesauce in the snow, his hands put awkwardly together. “So, uh Macaque. About the ghost thing.”

Macaque stiffly turned his head to glare at Wukong with the fury of a thousand moons, fully ready to murder the temporarily powerless sage. “Yes?”

“...so I was wrong,..and I apologize.”

Macaque groaned, flopped violently back into the snow with his arms crossed, and glared upwards in a silent fit of rage.

Mk was now going from one foot to another, his socks not doing much to protect from the bitter cold.

“Mk, this is not the time to dance.” Monkey king remarked, not even looking at him, balancing on his tail while scanning the inn that they just left.

“He doesn’t have shoes, Wukong.” Mac deadpanned from where he lay in the snow.

Monkey King sighed dramatically and grabbed Mk’s arm and pulled them up from out of the snow. “Come on, we have to go back inside.”

“WhaAAT? WE JUST ESCAPED!” Mk protested, trying to wriggle out of Monkey King’s grip.

“Believe me, kid. now that I know that there’s an actual ghost in there, I don’t want to either! But you’re in a T-shirt, pajama pants and mismatched socks. Plus, it’s still freezing out here.”

There were incredulous mutters from Mk but nonetheless was dragged back towards the inn.

Wukong paused and turned to where Macaque lie in the snow bank. “You coming?”

There was a swish of a tail.

“Oh Macaque, I understand if you choose against it on account of you being scared easily, but I thought I’d ask.” he said in the most pretentious voice he could possibly muster.

Seconds passed and a muffled angry scream sounded. and wouldn’t you know it? Macaque was now standing by their sides, looking the most pissed off Mk had ever seen him.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, Mac.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me.” Macaque snapped, shoving his way through the front door.

Following close after, Wukong entered the inn once more. It definitely felt more menacing than the first time. but like it or not, they couldn’t leave until morning.

He almost jumped when the door creaked close from just behind him. Almost.

Mk pried himself off of the king, and landed with a thump on the floor for the second time that night.

“I need my jacket.” He muttered, unmoving from the floor.

Macaque sighed loudly, and melted into his shadow. When he reappeared, he held the kid’s jacket in his hand, and in the other he held his shoes.

“Thank youu!” Mk sang, putting on the jacket and starting to tie his shoes from the lobby floor.

Macaque didn’t respond. He was scanning the room for any signs of danger, and Mk could feel Wukong doing the same.

“…why can’t we shadow warp out of here?” Mk asked, all the while almost losing his balance as he attempted to stand up.

There was an awkward moment of silence that followed.

“...I can’t. There’s a range to how far away I can warp, and environmental changes, such as snow, make the range smaller.”

“How do we know you’re not lying?”

“Why the hell would I want to be trapped in a haunted hotel?”

The two monkeys dissolved into bickering.Mk grabbed a mint from the reception desk, this was probably going to take awhile. At least the mint tasted good.

He leaned against the desk, and looked around, bored and a little uneasy. The fire was still going, and one of the painted masks above it was missing that Monkey King hadn’t returned yet. His eyes next fell on the portrait.

The little girl! That was the little girl they saw in the room!

“Guys!”

More bickering.

“Hello?”

They were lost to the world.

“…I’m bleeding out, I’m dying, I’ve been poisoned and none of you knew.”

Nothing.

“Put chrysanthemums on my grave.” Mk dramatically sank to the floor, in feigned death.

Wow, they really just didn’t even notice.

There was movement to Mk’s left peripheral. He whipped his head to face it.

There, peaking out from a hallway the opposite of the one they went down earlier, was the little girl.

She made a motion of, ‘this way’ and vanished.

Mk gulped, She didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt them. Maybe she needed help? He glanced back to the others…who were still arguing. Mk turned back to the unexplored hallway, and gripped his shirt.

Just because he was going to be brave didn’t mean he had to be dignified about it. Popping one more mint into his mouth as a last meal, he turned the corner and started down the gloomy hallway.

This time, the floorboards didn’t creak under his feet. Maybe they sensed if the others heard him, they would come with.

The hallway was much darker than the other, and it ended with an ancient door looming over him. It had a word engraved into it, “library.”

Mk gripped the icy doorknob, he could do this. This totally wouldn’t end badly!

Heaving open the door, Mk was met with the sight of huge windows and bookshelves. In the center however, was a display of the founders lives. This was probably what he was supposed to see, right? That’s how horror movies work? He wouldn’t know, he couldn’t even sit through one and now it was actually happening to him.

The smell of books was honestly more comforting than anything else had been that night. Mk stepped inside, letting the door drift shut behind him.

The display had three parts, one was about the father, the mother, and the child.

He quickly started reading about the little girl.

“blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah — Ren Ai, died of hypothermia at age eight, in winter 1876, her parents followed shortly thereafter. They were found by a traveler who let themselves into the inn, and were then given proper burials. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah — she was always seen wearing her necklace (as it was a gift from her father) as pictured above.”

The necklace! Glancing up to the picture of ‘Ren Ai’ to confirm his theory, she indeed was wearing the necklace that was now being displayed in the lobby.

Feeling a breath of air from beside him, Mk turned to see Ren Ai. Looking at her now, she didn’t seem too terribly scary, she just looked lost.

“…are you looking for your necklace?” He asked softly.

She nodded, pointing at the picture of her wearing said necklace.

Hesitantly, Mk offered his hand to the little girl. She smiled and took it, a genuine smile. Her hand felt like cold air, almost weightless but just physical enough to curl her fingers around his.

Together, the pair walked back down the hall. Mk going slow enough for her to keep up, being mindful of how her body seemed to behave like fog.

The others had noticed that Mk had been gone by the time he returned, as they were half frantically looking around. Wukong must have thought Mk returned to his room, because there eyes met from opposing hallways.

Wukong froze, not completely unlike how Macaque had earlier. Mk kind of just…awkwardly nodded at him before turning into the main room once more.

You should’ve seen Macaque’s face when Mk walked in with ghost in hand.

Mk would’ve paid good money to have had a camera on him in that moment. However, he would settle on drawing from memory later, he had a ghost to help.

Summoning his staff and without hesitation, he broke the glass case that held the old mementos of lives and times passed with a loud crack.

“Mk, what on earth—“ Macaque had tried to ask but was hurriedly shushed by a an even more panicked looking Monkey King.

Picking the necklace up, Mk brushed the shards of broken glass from it. before he handed the delicate thing to the Ren Ai.

With an overjoyed look in her face, she let the old necklace fall over her head. She held the pendant softly in her small hands like she couldn’t believe it was real.

Ren Ai then gave Mk the tightest hug she could manage for her size, Which was surprisingly tight.

Mk hugged back, sensing that this would probably be one of her last acts on earth. With one last squeeze and a smile, Ren Ai faded into light, necklace and all.

Maybe it was his imagination, but Mk could swear he heard faint laughter of a couple reuniting with their daughter.

Mk looked up, and noticed how shocked the two monkeys were. Honestly, it might have been the first time he saw Monkey King look unnerved. And don’t get him started on how Macaque was looking at him. Horrified was a good word to describe it, Mk decided.

Mk slumped onto the ground, his adrenaline now crashing.

“Guys. Guys. That. Was the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

When the clock on Mk’s phone reached six am, it was time to go.

After spending the rest of the night in the lobby, eating mints and being frantically asked concerned questions by Monkey King and Macaque, he was thankful to almost be out on the road again.

The sun was shining dimly, the temperature warmed up a lot, and there wasn’t a breath of wind. They’d probably make it to the next town within a half hour.

Mk left a note on the display case he broke, along with a pine cone he found as payment for the shattered glass.When the three were all ready to go, and Monkey King had left the money on the desk for the stay, they heard a content sigh from behind them.

Mk whirled around, Monkey King instinctually putting his arm in front of Mk, and Macaque summoning his staff; only to see the old woman.

She simply nodded her head, and faded into light.

There was an awkward few seconds of silence that followed.

“So she was a ghost too??” Monkey King asked the thin air where she once stood.

“No she wasn’t a ghost, she teleported—of course she was a ghost!” Macaque seethed.

“...do you think she would mind if I took the rest of the mints?” Mk questioned tentatively.

Macaque huffed and grabbed Mk by the collar of his jacket, and dragged him out of the inn, Wukong following just behind.

“nooOOOooOooO my MINTS!” Mk agonized.

“You have a problem.” Monkey King chuckled.

“Hey. I’m the one who set a ghost free, I deserve some goddamn mints.”

“Okay, you didn’t curse when we ran away from an actual ghost, but you do for mints?” Macaque asked annoyance obvious on his face.

“First off, ‘we’ didn’t run from the ghost. I did. Secondly, mints are a very serious matter. Thirdly, I did it just to annoy you.”

“Oh yeah I forgot about that, how on earth did you manage to do that anyways?”

Wukong contemplated, catching up to where Mk was currently being dragged.

Mk yanked his jacket from Macaque and matched Monkey King’s stride, and shrugged. “Adrenaline?”

As the three walked on, they didn’t even notice all the inn’s lights go out, and the open sign fade from existence.

[journeytothewestresearch]

Monkey Prince #1

Monkey Prince #1 was recently published. For those who haven't read the original story "The Monkey Prince Hates Superheroes" or the prelude Monkey Prince #0, please check out my respective reviews.

https://journeytothewestresearch.com/2021/05/19/review-of-dc-comics-the-monkey-prince/

https://journeytothewestresearch.com/2021/12/22/review-of-dc-comics-monkey-prince-0/

The character is the half-human son of the Monkey King. He's raised by an adoptive Asian American father and a Euro American mother and secretly trained in magic by Shifu Pigsy (i.e. Zhu Bajie). Unbeknownst to him, his parents are secretly hench people for hire that work for various super villains, most recently Dr. Sivana. Marcus is estranged from Sun Wukong, who is missing in the story for some unknown reason at this point. This may involve a past battle the Great Sage had with the New God Darkseid.

My reviews include suggested story changes that better align with the events of Journey to the West. He is instead the son of Princess Iron Fan and the half-brother of Red Boy. He’s also the disciple of Guanyin, and he lives and trains in her earthly Mt. Potalaka island paradise. My version is named Sun Taizi (孫太子, “Prince Sun”), which is a play on San Taizi (三太子, “Third Prince”), a religious name of Prince Nezha, an ally from Journey to the West, as well as the celestial vanguard in the Monkey King’s real world folk religion.

I predicted the following in my Monkey Prince #0 review:

… future suggested changes to issue #1 and beyond are going to become harder and harder as the comic story is fleshed out. My original changes portray the character as a young demigod who … only later becomes acquainted with modern superheroes through happenstance. So I will have to bypass all of these flashbacks [of Marcus’ youth] and only suggest changes to the broader story.

And I was right. There’s nothing in the new issue that I can build on.

The story takes place in Gotham City, home of the Batman. Marcus is traumatized as a young child when the Dark Knight beats up his adoptive father looking for information about the pair’s criminal activity. This event leads to Marcus developing a phobia around just about everything, including bats, black curtains, water, etc. After briefly living elsewhere, a now teenaged Marcus returns to attend high school in the city. But he’s singled out by bullies for his apparent weakness. A part from his parents, his only positive role model is a husky, Chinese janitor name Mr. Zhu (i.e. Shifu Pigsy in disguise). Zhu encourages the boy to overcome his fear of water by jumping into a pool. Marcus refuses at first, but after miraculously sprouting a monkey tail in class and subsequently getting beaten up and his shoes stolen by bullies, he takes the plunge. He finds himself magically transported to the “Water Curtain Cave”, home of the Monkey King. [1] He even catches a brief glimpse of his father. Most importantly, he’s transformed into the Monkey Prince, only to reemerge into the present and use his new found powers to beat up his bullies. Damian Wayne, Batman’s son and sidekick, alerts his father to the disturbance. The issue ends when the Dark Knight misjudges his throw and accidentally beheads the Monkey Prince with a batarang (Yang, 2022a). No joke!

Some new information comes to light:

Marcus’ adopted parents are named Laura and Winston Shugel-Shen.

Both are PhD tech scientists who have worked for the Riddler, Intergang, and Captain Cold.

Their new boss, the Penguin, has procured their services to use a large ray to possess an accountant with an ancient Chinese demon. The ray shatters a metal hu-gourd, revealing the Great King Golden Horn (Jinjiao dawang, 金角大王) demon from chapters 33 to 35 of the original. The experiment seemingly fails, causing the Penguin to shoot the victim in a rage. However, promotional material for upcoming issue #3 describes a “penguin demon” that wants to eat superheroes to gain their powers. This suggests the demon actually takes hold of the Penguin.

Lastly, the ongoing criminal career of Marcus’ adoptive parents really bothers me. Everyone, even celestials, appears to be oblivious to their illegal activities. Shifu Pigsy either doesn’t know or doesn’t care. Either way, it’s shitty writing. Also, in the beginning, when Batman discovers Marcus watching him beat up the dad, he simply leaves. He doesn’t attempt to arrest the parents or take the child into protective custody. Again, shitty writing. Ugh.

Notes:

1) The Water Curtain Cave (Shuilian dong, 水簾洞) is a grotto-heaven located somewhere within the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. The stone monkey becomes the Monkey King by jumping through a waterfall and discovering the cave in chapter one. His people soon after take residence inside (Wu & Yu, 2012, pp. 104-106).

Sources:

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vol. 1). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

Yang, G. L. (2022a). Monkey Prince, (1) [Kindle]. New York, NY: DC Comics. Retrieved from https://www.amazon.com/Monkey-Prince-2022-2021-ebook/dp/B09P45TWKD/.

[musekicker]

Your sea monkey au is good as hell!!

Also haii im still new here lol, but Hermes is honestly so so intriguing too. he's immortal? makes me wonder how the team would "defeat" him as an opponent. AND hes got goons? theyre not goo? i dig the change of pace of that. im not familiar with the poly au yet, but if you're open to ramble about Hesperus id like to hear about his interactions with his other (half?) siblings (if theyre in the same au that is i suppose) or even just his disposition with his parents, and if they're particularly supportive of his magic studies. AUGh your ocs are so COOL dude this is season 5 to me I wanna hear more and catch up with your previously works so bad ;w; it is a feast of content. Thank you for your service to this earth

Thank you first off. I'm really glad you're enjoying the sea monkey au and various other au's and ocs. Lots to talk about so, on to answering questions. Hermes is a fun character that I need to write more for honestly. He's not really a bad guy at heart. More like someone who has been through a lot of trauma and is going about different methods to prevent others from ending up the same way he had for about ten years.

He was originally a NASA test monkey, in a test capsule during the space race era. His capsule was not expected to come back. And it didn't. Hermes nearly died there as air was running out. Then some space deity came across him and on a whim, gave him his sentience and immortality.

That alone was traumatic, but the ten years in the games galaxy (which, is it's own whole thing I could get into) was just as traumatic if not worse. This place is where Hermes got a lot of his current followers.

Defeating him? There are ways. Trapping him in one place, and electricity does slow his responses. There is also his reaction if there's no air. Technically, he won't die with no air. But no air reminds him of that moment when he die almost die and he would fall into a terrible panic attack. I don't think the team would go for that tactic.

A lot of lore for a character that my original concept for was "villain that is a war lord but talks like he's from shows like "Leave it to Beaver".

Now, poly monkey's au (and sometimes poly monkeys soul bond au which is it's own thing) is the monkey members of the team all in a relationship. (Hermes occasionally involved. )

As for Hesperus, good questions. I think both his parents would be concerned at first. Gibson tries to make sense of Hesperus's system of finding new spells which seems to involve math and stars. But he doesn't quite get it.

He's probably one of he quieter kids. Get along well with Cooper ( Copper being the book smart son of Gibson and Otto ) and Eclipse ( Antauri and Mandarin kid, things he's the emo edge lord kid, he's actually the drama club kid) . Quasar ( Sprx/Nova kid that is clever, loves explosions and inventing things and full of mischief and being silly) always asking him about the explosives' spells.

And that's what I have on him for now. Hope you don't mind the big info dump. There is so much to talk about with these characters and aus. And thank you for asking about them.

[sneezyminniejo]

I made a group too

I liked the idea of making my own group as well, so I made a group. I've had the concept in my head for a while, but never actually formed anything. Fics for this group will probably hop between here and my side blog. And yes, I have put WAYYY too much thought into this. There are some details missing still. Anyway, here's the group.

Zodiac

Zodiac is a twelve member boy group that debuted in June 2022. Each member has a different Zodiac and Star sign. The members are Jehyuk, Daehyun, Wonjae, Arthur, Merlin, Taehoon, Jihoon, Woong, Minseok, Youngbin, Junseok, and Jasper

Fandom: Astrologers

Yang Jehyuk

Leader, main dancer

Born Feb 4, 1992 (Aquarius, year of the Monkey)

ENTP

Jehyunk doesn’t sneeze. He’s got rhinitis caused by a deviated septum, but that primarily just causes itchiness and congestion. It also means he never knows when it’s going to be set off. It almost never causes sneezing. He doesn’t have any allergies or sensitivities. He is slightly photic, but it only ever triggers if he’s got a cold.This is because a cold makes his nose just sensitive enough for the photic reflex to actually trigger. Normally when he’s not sick and he walks into the sun, he’ll feel like he needs to sneeze, but it almost never culminates into anything. Because his rhinitis is unpredictable, he sometimes has trouble differentiating between a cold and rhinitis. If there’s a cold already in circulation and wakes up with symptoms, he just automatically assumes he caught it too. Although, half the time he’ll wake up the following day perfectly fine. This has caused members to say he has a fairly strong immune system because he gets over his colds super fast.

Already completed Military service

Kim Daehyun

Main rapper

Born March 2, 1993 (Pisces, year of the Rooster)

ISFP

Daehyun has got mega allergies. If it’s a plant that produces pollen, he’s allergic to it. The only time that he gets any sort of reprieve from his allergies is essentially during the winter when nothing is blooming. Seeing as they’re both sneezing all the time, Daehyun rivals Taehoon as the sneeziest member. Daehyun sneezes a lot like BtoB’s Minhyuk, and he always starts off covering, but if he’s having a particularly intense fit, he eventually gives up. He rarely gets sick, but when he does, it has a tendency of knocking him off his feet for at least a day

Already completed military service

Park Wonjae

Main rapper

Born April 10 1994 (Aries, year of the Dog)

ENFP

He is a major germaphobe and heavily pushed to have his own room in the dorm, so he wouldn’t have to share a room with anyone if they were to get sick. Without fail, Wonjae almost always loses his voice when he’s sick. His sneezes are pretty powerful, frequently causing his entire body to move. They’re of medium volume. He always tries to cover his sneezes and coughs, whether it be in a tissue, handkerchief, or elbow. He always has hand sanitizer on him and his members refer to him as the dorm’s pharmacy, because he keeps everything well stocked. He doesn’t like taking care of the others when they’re sick due to being a germaphobe, but if he’s the only one available, he will do it. He also doesn’t want to spread whatever illness he catches to his members, so when he’s sick he always wears a mask, even around the dorm and will try to stay in his room as much as possible. As far as Wonjae knows, he doesn’t have any allergies.

Already completed military service

Arthur Hwang

Main vocalist, producer

Born May 14, 1995 ( Taurus, year of the Pig)

Korean-American

ESFP

Arthur doesn’t have any allergies or sensitivities that he knows of, but he is a fairly frequent sneezer. He sneezes at least twice per day and he always sneezes in doubles. He always has tissues or some kind of handkerchief on him because his sneezes are always messy. Whether there’s spray, snot, or both, Arthur always needs to clean up after he sneezes. He also never gets sick in the chest cold or head cold kind of way. If he’s sick, he either just has a fever, or it’s a stomach bug. He’s an independent sickie. That is to say, he is almost always upfront when he’s sick, but unless he can’t walk for whatever reason, he refuses to let anyone take care of him.

Merlin Bang

Main vocalist, producer

Born June 16, 1996 (Gemini, year of the Rat)

Korean-American

INFJ

Merlin is allergic to bird feathers and nothing else. He also doesn’t have any sensitivities. His members found out he’s allergic to birds because the one time they had a pillow fight with pillows full of feathers was a disaster and a half, however none of them have made the connection with him feeling sick and bird migration patterns. This is in part because he gets sick a lot. He seemingly always has either a chest cold or a head cold. He’s always carrying a thermos of tea.

He has a younger sister who is a soloist under her Korean name Bang Jihye whom he teases relentlessly

Seo Taehoon

Main rapper

Born July 7, 1997 (Cancer, year of the Ox)

ISTJ

Taehoon is allergic to both cats and dogs, yet is the member to advocate the most for having pets in the dorm. Because of this, he is quite sneezy even though he takes allergy meds every day. Jaewon is the only member that knows about Taehoon’s allergies because Taehoon has gone to him in the past for help on particularly bad days. However, the others have their suspicions about him having allergies, even though he hasn’t said anything. His sneezes are of medium to loud volume, and he always sneezes in multiples of threes. He doesn’t get sick terribly often.

Already completed military Service

Jang Jihoon

Lead dancer

August 7, 1998 (Leo, year of the Tiger)

ESFJ

Jihoon is a very loud sneezer. His sneezes rival that of AB6ix’ Park Woojin. He is very allergic to dust, so the members try to keep the dorm as clean as possible to save their eardrums. Jihoon rarely gets sick, or at least he’s very good at hiding it. When a bug passes through the dorm, the members are frequently amazed that he somehow didn’t catch it even though he’s been interacting with everyone as normal. In reality, he was probably one of the first ones to get sick, but managed to conceal his symptoms from everyone.

Kang Woong

Main dancer

Born Sept 16, 1999 (Virgo, year of the Rabbit)

INTJ

Woong is an extremely photic sneezer. To the extent that his members think that he has allergies when he doesn’t. He thinks being a photic sneezer is weird, so he hasn’t told anyone. He doesn’t sneeze super loud, but he does lose focus on whatever he’s doing in favor of getting the sneeze out. This has occasionally caused traffic jams in the doorways of buildings when exiting and his photic reflex gets set off. He doesn’t get sick very often, but he is very dramatic about it and has a tendency of needing to be forced out of bed to go to schedules when it’s just a minor cold.

Kwak Minseok

Lead rapper

Born Oct 7, 2000 (Libra, year of the Dragon)

ESTJ

Minseok doesn’t sneeze very often, but when he does it’s going to be a fit of at least ten. This is a little problematic for him, because he’s also a chronic stifler. If he’s having one of his rare sneezing fits and he’s caught stifling by one of the hyungs, they will frequently go up to him and remove his hand from where it’s clamped over his nose, forcing him to sneeze normally Lim Youngbin

Lead vocalist

Born Nov 12, 2001 (Scorpio, year of the Snake)

ENTJ

Youngbin doesn’t have any allergies, but he’s pretty sensitive to scents. Spicy food and being full also make him sneeze. He loves spicy food even though it makes him sneeze. He’s frequently a bit of a sneezy mess by the end of lunch or dinner, because his food is always spicy. When his sneezing is spice induced, he always sneezes in rapid fire triples. If his sneezing is caused by a scent, he will wind up having a fit of like thirty sneezes spread over the course of an hour. Sometimes it’s less, sometimes it’s more, depending on how long he was around the offending product. This has caused all stylists that work with the group to receive a list of allowed perfumes they can wear.

Guk Junseok

Main vocalist

Born December 10, 2002 (Sagittarius. Year of the Horse)

INFP

Junseok is a very quiet sneezer. To the extent that he has sneezed in front of his members multiple times, but the only one that actually hears him is anyone sitting directly next to him. Even then the member doesn’t initially think they heard anything until he sneezes three more times. Junseok almost always sneezes in quadruples. However, if he’s sick he’ll only sneeze once instead of in fits. Therefore it’s rather easy to differentiate between his regular sneezes and his sick sneezes. He’s allergic to dust and pollen

Jasper Choi

Main dancer, maknae

Born Jan 1, 2004 (Capricorn, year of the Goat) was born just after midnight and has a tendency of insisting that he’s an 03 liner because of being born at 12:02

Korean-American

ISTP

As far as Jasper knows, he doesn’t have any allergies. However, since some members adopted some pets and brought them into the dorm, he has been sneezing a lot more frequently than he normally does. Somehow he hasn’t made the connection and thinks he’s just developed non-allergic rhinitis and he just has to deal with sneezing a few times a day. He is not nearly as sneezy as Taehoon or Daehyun

[ridiasfangirlings]

An au where Munakata is a bit older and meets little Fushimi. He notices how amazing this child is but has shitty parents and think he should adopt the kid instead but Niki isn't going to let anyone take away his little monkey (not sure what Kisa would do though). What do you think Munakata would do?

Munakata will just have to find a definitely very legal way to take this child for himself :D Would this be after he becomes King though or before, things would probably be more difficult if it was pre-King and he can't just use government privilege to kidnap rescue the kid. Like imagine this happens before Munakata leaves to go overseas for college, he's out walking and runs across this small child left alone in the park. Naturally being a helpful and proper sort of person Munakata takes it upon himself to help get the child home. The kid gives his name as 'Fushimi Saruhiko' and doesn't seem interested in talking to anyone though, when Munakata comes over to him and offers to help him find his parents Fushimi just gives Munakata this long stare and then walks away. Munakata wonders if Fushimi is scared or worried since it's getting darker and Fushimi just shrugs, 'that guy' leaves him alone to find his way home by himself all the time and he always manages.

Munakata is beginning to be concerned by this kind of talk and he wonders if Fushimi is being harmed by his parents in some way. Fushimi just shrugs and sits down, he spotted some bugs in the grass and he's just watching them. Munakata sits next to him and tries to make some small talk, thinking maybe he can bond with this child and get Fushimi to open up to him more. He's surprised when Fushimi turns out to have great knowledge of insects, he can point out which ones are which and he even tells Munakata good ways to catch them. Munakata wonders if Fushimi likes insects and Fushimi shrugs and says not really. Munakata asks what he does like and Fushimi says 'nothing,' Munakata asks if he has any hobbies and Fushimi says he likes computers. Munakata takes this as a good sign Fushimi is opening up to him and offers his PDA for Fushimi to look out, he's surprised when within like ten minutes Fushimi's jail-broken the entire thing.

Naturally Munakata is very enthusiastic about this kid now, he's amazed that Fushimi is not being properly nurtured when it's clear that Fushimi has so much potential. When he finally manages to get Fushimi to go back home Munakata comes with him, intending to request from Fushimi's parents that Munakata be allowed to take Fushimi under his wing as something of a protege. Of course when he knocks on the door Niki appears, imagine Niki trying to play up the whole 'I couldn't possibly let a weird stranger spend all this time with my special little monkey' thing but Munakata is paying attention more to Saruhiko's body language and he can tell that Fushimi is miserable and terrified. Unfortunately in this situation I think Munakata would be limited in what he can do, like if he wants to report Niki to Child Services he needs actual proof, and finding out that Fushimi's mom is this high powered CEO means even if he did get proof it would be difficult to fight against her.

In the end he decides that until he goes overseas at least he will try to get close to Saruhiko and nurture him as much as possible, imagine Munakata observing Fushimi's home in order to see how often Fushimi is alone and then he makes an appearance to spend time with the kid. He's careful about never leaving any evidence behind and maybe they go to the park normally instead, Fushimi's hesitant to spend time with this strange guy at first but he slowly starts to relax more. At some point though Munakata does have to go overseas and imagine him leaving Fushimi with all this contact info, hoping that Fushimi will keep in touch with him, because Munakata hates the idea that this talented interesting child should be left alone with no one. Fushimi never calls or writes though, just goes completely silent despite Munakata's attempts to reach out – but even so, when Munakata awakens as King, his first action is to use S4's computers to seek out 'Fushimi Saruhiko,' because Munakata is determined to do what he couldn't all those years ago.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

Tomorrow (May 20), I’ll be at the GAITHERSBURG Book Festival with my novel Red Team Blues; then on Monday (May 22), I’m keynoting Public Knowledge’s Emerging Tech conference in DC.

On Tuesday (May 23), I’ll be in TORONTO for a book launch that’s part of WEPFest, a benefit for the West End Phoenix, onstage with Dave Bidini (The Rheostatics), Ron Diebert (Citizen Lab) and the whistleblower Dr Nancy Olivieri.

This day in history2008, 2013, 2018, 2022.

Tomorrow (May 20), I’ll be at the GAITHERSBURG Book Festival with my novel Red Team Blues; then on Monday (May 22), I’m keynoting Public Knowledge’s Emerging Tech conference in DC.

On Tuesday (May 23), I’ll be in TORONTO for a book launch that’s part of WEPFest, a benefit for the West End Phoenix, onstage with Dave Bidini (The Rheostatics), Ron Diebert (Citizen Lab) and the whistleblower Dr Nancy Olivieri.

#15yrsago Security and the statistics of rare events https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2008/may/20/rare.events

#15yrsago Phlashing attack permanently destroys hardware over the network https://web.archive.org/web/20081208002732/http://www.darkreading.com/security/management/showArticle.jhtml?articleID=211201088

#15yrsago Napster goes DRM-free MP3 https://web.archive.org/web/20080528062608/http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5i1n7BAaoh0FAlj4S7zwISpV9G5bwD90P4SQ80

#15yrsago Netherlands bans e-voting https://web.archive.org/web/20080525111455/http://news.idg.no/cw/art.cfm?id=003AE63C-17A4-0F78-31DDDC0DCFA62609

#15yrsago Hypocrite GOP House Leader Boehner wants wiretapping protection — but only for himself https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2008/05/boehner-wiretapping

#10yrsago The Twelve-Fingered Boy — mesmerizing YA horror novel https://memex.craphound.com/2013/05/20/the-twelve-fingered-boy-mesmerizing-ya-horror-novel/

#10yrsago Rare, amazing original prospectus for Disneyland https://memex.craphound.com/2013/05/20/rare-amazing-original-prospectus-for-disneyland/

#10yrsago Movie studios send fraudulent censorship demands over Pirate Bay documentary https://torrentfreak.com/hollywood-studios-take-down-pirate-bay-documentary-130519/

#10yrsago My Sense About Science lecture https://memex.craphound.com/2013/05/20/corys-sense-about-science-lecture/

#5yrsago News crew discovers 40 cellphone-tracking devices operating around DC https://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/potential-spy-devices-which-track-cellphones-intercept-calls-found-all-over-dc-md-va/2037263/

#5yrsago Stagnant wages + soaring cost of living + massive cuts to services = collapsing US birth-rate https://www.latimes.com/science/sciencenow/la-sci-sn-record-low-birth-rate-20180517-htmlstory.html

#1yrago About Those Killswitched Ukrainian Tractors https://pluralistic.net/2022/05/20/self-destruct-button/#monkeys-paw

Catch me on tour with Red Team Blues in Toronto, DC, Gaithersburg, Oxford, Hay, Manchester, Nottingham, London, and Berlin!

[tobythesudriantram]

Learn to communicate with peers: Confidence (Learning with Mingle and Friends: Confidence, but I GOOGLE TRANSLATED IT 40 TIMES)

Teacher: Sir! Confused! I enjoy the garden with my friends.

* It's a bicycle-swing game, so when you try to ride it, your friend will try to go on the pole.

Dean: Hello.

Donkey: Yes!

Read: BP!

Sekalainen: This country is a great place to work. i love the site! I think you should work in this field.

* The boy wanted to climb the monkey mountain but could not. Tried to catch him but failed.

Friends: *friends only*!

Paul: Don't go, buddy. good friend

*asked the girl*

* Try to ride the bike and fall many times.

Kai: Wow!

Mars: So doctor?

Togo: Yes, I'm fine.

* Try, succeed, succeed.

Merlin: Yes. do a lot

Course Description: Open.

Don still wants to skate.

* Numbness trying to jump.

Dingle: Wow! he

Malang: My heart hurts. Painful, right?

Digg: Well, I tried to jump right in and I fell.

Mixed program: You can repeat the same program if necessary.

Bat: Good team.

* Rest and return to camp.

* Wake up with your beloved, wake up in the light.

Boy: Cry! Bob's brother

* The boy gets up and tries again. I fell many times.

Dad: *sorry* nod!

* Do not try to get out, but said

cried the donkey

Dunk: Why aren't you done yet!

*love and tears*

* Dingle leaves the room but kills his mother.

* not the pain of death.

So no. they are very patient

Everyone is surprised by the number of digits. I need your help. Oh, something made me happy! The future must be predicted.

* The string is cut from the glass.

Note: This is a mineral water bottle. The small light turns on and off as you walk. You can use it to heal.

* Li Ming called everyone and everyone came to him. *

Tonk: Really? *Name*

Introduction: I can help you here.

*Tuesday morning together*

Plus: a glass of cocktail.

*Pull*

Below are the steps.

• Everyone stirs the bottle, and everything in the bottle begins to weigh and burn. *

Delia : Are you ready? Call me when it snows. Don't forget to stop. Relax your body🎵

* Everyone happily turned off the lights.

Manga: What are you doing?

Question: Yes.

Cash machine

Friend: My baby is crying.

Rolly: Yes. Thank you for the music

On Tuesday he drank a glass of champagne and passed out.

Mars - I wonder if you are trying something new now, but if you put in the time and effort. You will achieve your goal

Donkey: Where can I ride a bike?

Humble: Yes. I know what they said. Practice makes perfect.

Tingle: I think that's right. Maybe we can imagine.

Boop boop you stupid people?

After all, spending a lot of time is not a bad thing. This is how you prepare for the exam.

my friend

Mangal: I know you. Believe that you can do anything.

Tangle: What do you think? Well, maybe we should try.

Dan: Yeah, I'll try again today.

* Try to sink the bike and get back on the bike.

All boys

* The boy returns to the monkey house

Don't worry about missing games again. I know it's hard.

Thank you Miguel

Contact details: Welcome.

* Start all over again. *

* Continue until everyone understands that everything will be fine if they trust him. Everyone wants the best and everyone wins in the end.

* Kubka jumps into the waves, one foot down at a time.

Dangal: Ah! It will happen!

Exchange

* The donkey sits well on the chain and moves well.

Thanks: *sigh* baby! comparison! I ride a motorbike!

Link: Good luck and thanks!

*Run, Build, Catch Monkeys*

Friend: Push! Sound

Aunt Lee: So young!

He was hit by a motorcycle.

Tonka. This is good: I would like to think that integration solves this problem.

Zentel: Thanks for helping us get to know each other.

Date: c.

*shoots but misses*

Book: Is Beep Beep Beep Chip Normal?

Milan: Yes, I can help you.

• Help your child turn off the lights.

Sponsor: Name: Name

Discussion: Yes, it's good to try something new. Trying new things is hard, but eventually it is possible. When you have a problem, think calmly and believe in yourself. Thank you for using our service. *Back pain:

Link (Credits):

@friendlyfox34 - Learn to be friendly (The original Learning with Mingle).

Google - has created the best translator in the world (Creating the best worst translation tool in the world).

The Coder Cat - I use the default configuration (Making Bad Translator, the programme I used for this).

Yes, I like the smell (And, of course, me - Bringing this crap to life).

[sunwukongssuccessor]

☮ - Monkey King and Macaque: Since we have a lot of romantic headcanons, but a good romance always starts with a good friendship first, so I want to know how a friendship works with them <3

☮ - friendship headcanon

For Wukong, read my fanfic, a good way to start a friendship with him is probably to stroke his ego, be it subtle or not. He likes to brag and enjoys the attention, but it's also nice to meet someone and have them see the other side of him that isn't written in his legends and other media he's had produced in his name. He'd be the kind of friend to make jabs and quips and rib the people he cares about, doesn't quite beat around the bush with his annoyances, but ultimately means well.

For Macaque, again, read my fanfic, he knows he's not the easiest to deal with and that's everyone else's problem. He's blunt about anything and everything, not impressed by much so if anyone catches his interest there must be something special about them. He's more on the introverted side with friendships, likes doing things in private or keeping it to a one-on-one group if it's out in public. He enjoys someone that puts the time and effort into him and in return does acts of service.