#Monk Orchard

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Artist Taxi Driver set to play a new tune at Bethlem Gallery

Twitter sensation The Artist Taxi Driver – 125,000 followers on t’internet – is to oversee a major live art “experience” at the Bethlem Gallery, part of their summer exhibition, starting from next month. Mark McGowan was a patient at the Bethlem Royal Hospital in 1997, when his art was included in the gallery’s 750th anniversary exhibition. Over the past decade or more, his anarchic, subversive…

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Some things I’ve been thinking about. At times being an American trad witch is incredibly frustrating and at others it’s absolutely exhilarating, rewarding. Reconnecting with my ancestral ( primarily french and scottish ) lore, magical practices, witchcraft etc has and will continue to inform my practice but I’ll never be a “french” witch. I’ll never be a “scottish” witch. I can find a lone hawthorn or a sacred tree guarding a hidden spring to tie the cloutie to, I can divine via a snail’s mucus trail, Fly to the Sabbath to meet The Abbess, heed the Dame Blanches, pluck the golden bloom with songs to St Columba, safeguard me and mine via silver, spring water and juniper. Yet there’s many things I’ll never know or be able to do. Whether that’s because these things are so tied to the land or a specific place, language barriers, ( working to overcome this one ) or due to the ( well warranted) gate keeping of lore and practices.

This used to be a source of great confusion for me. I think because I was afraid( due to my previous new age fuckwittery ) to experiment, do anything other than what I understood as “traditional”. My understanding being too rigid at the time; the pendulum swung from one end of the spectrum to the other. This delayed my progress and “froze” me. I was left wondering what an “American” trad craft would look like; most our books do come from a European POV. Learning of our own magical traditions as well as those of my Canadian family ( still working on that one haha ) helped. Reading Robin Kimmere helped. Reading Schulke, him being an American and writing on American plants, helped too. I’ve come to know Sugar Maple and Plantain as powerful spirits. Both teaching important lessons on how to rectify my ancestors mistakes, to foster relations with the First Peoples and how to incorporate the magic of this land into my craft. Rather than being frustrated by my being American I see it as a challenge now. I get to explore spirits, plants, places, animals, spiritual/physical ecologies ( is even really a difference between these?) completely unknown to my ancestors. I get to reconcile the old and the new. To learn from Spirit Direct. Tradition isn’t the worship of ashes, it’s the preservation of Fire. New wood must be added to keep The Fire burning. The Devil of this land certainly is a spirit of the unknown.

I am the land, the land is me.

I don’t own it, to it I owe all.

To it my body will return, the tithe paid.

I’m not rolling hills of heather, white chalk cliffs, the monk’s island nor the azure coast. The memories of these places echo distantly in my blood, sung alive by my ancestors shades. Part of me they’ll always be; yet it’s not who I am. Not what I am.

I’m craggy shores, dull-jade waves bearing down upon the tired rocks. I am musky pine forests veiled in mist. Sun-venerating oaks hugging the shoreline. Bleeding alders in damp ground swelling. Proud maples sustaining generation upon generation with their boiled blood. Death-grey clay, exposed by running spring.

I am the kudzu, the itching moth, the knotweed, the Norway maple, the ivy wrecking havoc upon the land. My surname and light skin proof of a genocide ongoing. I am my ancestors sins; the specter of the Old Growth forests, their grief hanging over the land like a fog. Every interaction with The Land tinged with sadness, loss.

I am my maternal side’s copper curls. Melusine’s pride. Ave Landry! Ave Gauthier! Forebears mine.

I am my paternal side’s grief. The end result of decades of cultural warfare. The Jesuits stole our name….my hair will not be cut.

Never will I libate these glacier carved valleys with booze.

I am the plantain, learning a kinder way. The sumac reclaiming the orchard.

My Februarys, my Marches aren’t snow drops and daffodils peaking through the frozen ground. They’re steely skies and walls of sleet. Bloodroot heralds winters wane; not Brigid’s flower.

My June isn’t fields of poppies, it’s seas of crimson staghorn blooms skyward reaching.

My augusts aren’t golden shafts of wheat, swaying in summer’s last breaths; they’re explosions of neon-violet and honey-yellow. Corn ripening on the vine, supporting the climbing bean. The cicadas song reverberating.

Old Michaelmas marks harvest’s end, October potatoes long buried in soils darkness finally exhumed. The Devil his Rosy Briar to ascend and plunge.

With Novembers first snows the Dead come in.

I’ll never process around a standing stone nor know what it is to live and eat off the land my dead lay in. Finally, I’m learning to be at peace with this. To love and know the land I live on. I’ll always be a stranger here, a guest. I hope to be a good one.

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Taking Time

Sun Wukong / Mengtao (Reader) drabble

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You make a laugh as you open up your eyes. The bright light above the mountain blinded you for a moment before adjusting. You shift and sit up from the soft green grass beneath you, your eyes looked to the monkey demon next to you. He was laid out in the grass as you had been and his eyes were closed, but he had a grin on his lips.

You couldn't believe what he just asked you.

" Wukong. I can't just go with you and the monk to the West. " You let out a soft laugh.

Wukong's smile faded and his intense eyes cracked open and those two pieces of charcoal surrounded by fire looked at you. " What? Why not? Master would let you if I asked. "

" Even if I could go, I wouldn't be of much help." You reach over and your hand runs across the slightly burnt feeling fur around his neck and chest as you laid yourself back next to him. " And I doubt the monk would allow me to, even if you asked."

He made a small hum and you could hear the rustling as his tail waved and whipped through the green blades of grass." Then I shall take you back to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. You can stay there until I escort the monk back with the scriptures. " You could feel his hand on your lower back as it rubbed circles.

" Wukong... I can't leave the temple out of nowhere."

" What do you mean?" His tone had turned serious and you felt the cloth around your back getting scrunched in a fist.

" The Mountain God was kind to me, let me stay here. I promised to watch over this temple. " You kissed the tip of his nose. You smiled as you watch it wiggle after your lips parted from the warm nose. " So as long this temple is here, I have to be here to watch over it. "

Sun Wukong's hands rubbed the exposed skin of your forearms. " So just because you feel like you need to watch over this old temple?"

You shrugged your shoulder that wasn't pressed into his body. " Kinda, I mean it wouldn't be right of me to just abandon this place. It's kept me safe while..." You drifted off and you settle your eyes on the yellow fabric of his yi.

" While I was gone." Wukong finished and you felt his lips press against the top of your head. You felt his nose nuzzled it's way into the nest of hair on top of your head. " So... If this temple was gone... You would let me take you back home?"

" Home?" You looked at him, turning your head so. You were looking at the Monkey King's face, who had such a gentle look in his eyes as his hand touched the side of your face.

" You can wait on my mountain with my subjects," He let out a breath chuckle as a finger wrapped around one of the soft curls that usually framed your face. " I'm sure Liu is still keeping the kingdom in order for me. He would remember you and you would be welcomed by every subject like a lost mother. "

You could feel the heat on your cheeks, you didn't know quite what to tell him. You of course would love to return to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, but you had become a little attatched to the temple and the mortals surrounded the mountain and the company of the elderly mountain god who was kind enough to take the outcasted Heavenly Orchard Maiden. You couldn't leave them just out of the blue without paying them back for their kindness.

" Tell me, Tao." He spoke again and his finger unwound the strand of hair from his fingers.

" Oh.." you thought for a moment.

If the temple wasn't here, then you wouldn't exactly have anywhere else to go. Beyond the protection of the mountain, you knew the countryside was full of demons who would see you and think one of two things, an easy meal or an easy grab. You weren't exactly a fighter. Though you knew how to throw a mean punch of the occasion called for it.

" I guess so. " You raised an eyebrow. " But you are all leaving in the morning. The Monk spoke so this morning at breakfast. So what does that question matter?"

Wukong made a hum and smiled as his lips placed a series of kisses along your cheek and jawline. " Oh don't worry my peach blossom, curiosity is all."

You make a shrill giggle as his sharp fang like canines scraped against your earlobe. " Wukong! What if your Master sees us?"

Wukong made a snort of a laugh and you saw the glimmer of amusement cross his intense gaze. "He and the old Mountain God are enjoying tea and talking scripture. I don't expect him to leave the temple until after lunch. "

The world was a spinning swirl of colors as Wukong suddenly had you under him and his body caged yours in a flurry of yellow and brown. When you blinked , his face was a few inches from yours and you swore your whole face must have been as red as the warpaint he wore.

" So I think I am going to enjoy my time until then, my Peach Blossom."

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kuzotara week 2024 fic! the kataang no war AU

No War AU. 13-year-old Aang meets two of the Painted Ladies outside of the Southern Air Temple. They build a magical orchard out of the clouds.

Written for Kuzotara Week 2024 for the 'childhood friends' prompt! for the event run by @survivalove.

She descends with the moon, bathed in black threads of gossamer and velveteen shadows. Aang doesn’t want to say anything, hesitant to play games with her existence, so he perches by the window, tips up his chin and thinks about fetching the creaky stool Monk Paska keeps in the broom cupboard, doesn’t grab the stool, and watches.

Someone. Someone new, someone not clothed in orange silks for once. She’s but a girl, this - this someone he’s found, and she looks up to her leader, a tall woman with broad shoulders. Together they stroll through the clouds outside the temple, the air somehow merciful to their weight, and they do not fall.

Aang wants to fetch his glider and streak across the braided lines of clouds until he meet this mysterious maiden and her… leader? mother? but the other children would probably notice his absence. He grits his teeth and counts his meager moments like Monk Gyatso taught him.

One, don’t you dare go out there; two, not even if you really, really want to, no; three, now, not yet, wait your turn, someday maybe it’ll be the right time and the girl’ll come to the window, she’ll introduce herself, perhaps; four, resist the want, put it out of your mind; five, keep going, keep waiting and the want will quell eventually, dissipating from your mind like mist; five, be patient, young man, this is what you’re good at (that’s a lie, an aspiration at best, he’s not always good at the waiting)…

And Aang clenches his fists until the knuckles go white, he promises, but after he reaches fifteen and opens his eyes, the girl and her leader are still there, spinning through the clouds as if they were born swimming through the inky sky.

Aang looks behind his shoulder. Only a few kids are still in the room; some of the others went to nap, or are picking soft pears or watering trees in the orchard, and it wouldn���t be so hard to go to go to go to go一

So he goes.

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Whoooooooo's ready for depression???

Hehe, double upload to make up for not getting this out sooner. Anyway, here's some more grief and angst for you guys!

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Banished

Once everyone finishes, your trek through the mountains continues. You find yourself looking between Wukong and Tripitaka on occasion, the tension from the fight still thick in the air between them. You still find yourself unable to comprehend the truth behind the dead girl, though the more you think about it, the less sense you’re able to find in the story. 

Yes, Monkey King shouldn’t have killed a human, but you find yourself confused on what a young woman would be doing alone in the middle of nowhere with a bowl of rice in the first place. You flew over the mountain in search for the peach orchard, but didn’t see any signs of a settlement nearby. The entire situation is just odd to you.

You notice the twitch of Monkey’s ear, his body stiffening as his eyes narrow. “Someone is approaching down the path.” The others look ahead, you and Tripitaka squinting to see an elderly figure growing closer to your group.

“It looks like an old woman.” Pigsy grunts. “I only hope she isn’t looking for a young daughter, seeing as we all know what she would find.” “Shush, Idiot.” You hiss, though the possibility of the old woman knowing the girl Wukong murdered plants a seed of worry in your stomach. It is strange, though. You understand that you might have missed one traveller on your earlier flight, but did you miss this woman as well? Usually, you’re better at scoping out the land ahead of you.

Your confusion hardly matters, because in the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong is already at the old woman’s side. Your eyes widen as you watch the demon swing his staff down on the elderly lady in the flash of a moment, her body crumpling to the ground before Tripitaka can call out a warning to his disciple.

There’s hardly a moment for you to blink before Wukong’s body joins the limp woman’s on the ground, hands clenched around his circlet when you and the others manage to reach him. Tripitaka continues the spell for some time, your weight shifts from one foot to the next as you watch him scream out in agony. What can you say this time? His attack was unprovoked. She hadn’t even spoken a word to any of you before the King took her life. How could he have known she was a threat? She hardly looked able enough to be trekking through the mountain.

Even after the monk finishes reciting his spell, he gives Wukong little time to breathe. “Are you mad?! I scold you for killing that woman and you murder the next one you see?!”

“That was no woman, it was a monster!” The disciple shouts between heavy breaths. “The same as before.”

“The very same one you killed?” Tripitaka challenges, his demon disciple frowning at the question.

He looks down, his eyes flicking left and right as though he might find the answer there. “I, I don’t know how she survived my first strike.”

“Did that young woman not say she lived nearby with her family?” Pigsy intertwines himself in the conflict again, though his question makes you frown. “What if this elder was that girl’s mother?”

You snap at the demon. “Be quiet, Pig! I saw no homes when I flew over the mountain.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that Wukong has killed two innocents in less than a day.” He bites back with a smug grin, his arms crossed.

“Enough.” Tripitaka makes himself heard once more, his disciples looking back to see him pinching his nose. “Sun Wukong, I cannot keep looking the other way for you.”

He looks back down at the sage as he gets back onto his feet, his expression tired. “If you cannot help but give into your unruly nature, there is no place for you here.” The sage’s eyes widen at that, an uncertain frown overtaking his features at his master’s words.

The look is quickly masked by anger, and you take a step towards the monk as the demon marches up to the man. “Fine, if that’s how you feel, I’ll leave. But if I have no reason to be here, at least do me the courtesy of freeing me from this cursed leash!”

The monk opens his mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out. His brows furrow while Wukong waits for a reply that doesn’t come. The monk turns to you, and though you understand his silent question, the answer eludes you as well. The monkey follows his master’s gaze to you, his voice expecting. “Well?”

“…I was only given the circlet and the tightening spell. I wasn’t told how to take it off.” You confess, the demon’s impatient expression giving way to anger.

“Neither of you know how to get this blasted thing off my head?!” He seethes, looking between the two of you as you each refuse to make eye contact. 

Guilt bubbles at the sight of his vexation, seeing how much it hurt him and knowing none of you can free him of it. “I was never told how.”

“Gah!” He starts to pull at the circlet that refuses to budge, pivoting away to carry the sounds of his frustration into the sky. 

You turn to Tripitaka, nodding in gesture to the chained disciple. His shoulders slump slightly, unable to hide how tired he felt. It’s clear how exhausted he is, how put up he is with the day, but he has to  know as well as you he can’t just send him away with the false crown you tricked him into wearing.

The monk nods in reluctant agreement, letting out a sigh before addressing the sage. “I suppose it would be unfair to make you leave without cutting all ties properly… I’ll give you one more chance.” Wukong looks back at the monk as he speaks, his eyes narrowing in resentment. “But I mean it when I say this is the last time!” Sun Wukong lets out a huff of air at his words. Saying nothing, he gets up to stalk ahead, the others following with unease behind. 

As you continue, you can’t help but ponder on the women murdered by your travelling companion. Wukong had called them the same person. Not just that, a monster. But how does he know? When Tripitaka asked how they were the same person, it seemed as though the monkey himself could not answer the question.

But how is it that you’ve encountered two people on the road when you saw none overhead? The entire situation feels off to you, it doesn’t add up. Not to mention that as impulsive as the Monkey King is, there’s always a sort of rhyme or reason for his actions. To attack without reason is too out of character for the dem0n.

Too caught up in your own head, you’re brought back to reality at the sound of Pigsy’s snort. “Another traveller up ahead?” A chill runs down your spine and your head snaps up to see a short man  on the road opposite of your group. Another one? “Tell us, Monkey, are you going to insist this elderly fellow is a demon as well?”

Wukong perks up at the sight of the old man in the distance. “Yes! The same one!” You frown at that, unease growing in your stomach. How could it be the same person if he’s already killed them twice? Even then, something isn’t right. Whoever this traveller is, you don’t trust their sudden appearance.

“Wukong…” Tripitaka looks to his disciple, warning in his tone.

“Fine, look, it’s away.” The monkey obliges, rolling his eyes as his staff shrinks before tucking it away in his ear.

Something still doesn’t sit right with you. “I can go ahead to see whether or not this stranger is what they seem.” You offer, Tripitaka looking to you in surprise when you do.

“I’m sure that will be unnecessary.” He replies, but you shake your head.

“Call it a precaution. We shouldn’t take what Sun Wukong is saying lightly.” You step forward glancing over to the demon in question for only a moment.

 You feel that this stranger should be investigated, just to be sure of any ill-intent, but The monkey frowns, standing a bit taller than before. “Let me go along too, then.”

“No.” You snap back, making him frown as you continue. “You can stay out of the way.” With how the day has been, you don’t want to risk giving the monk any more reason to be upset with his oldest disciple. Playing mediator between your friend and someone as hard to get along with as Sun Wukong has been tiring, and you’d rather not have to continue with the effort.

Tripitaka looks down, exhausted. “Very well, if it will put you at ease.”

With a final nod, you transform to fly ahead. It is a very short flight, but you take the moment to soar up ahead and gain another view of the mountain. Finding that there seems to be no other buildings or encampment nearby, you fly back down and waste no time in shifting back to your human state, startling the old man as you do. “Hello, there.” Your greeting is friendly enough. Though, in all honesty, you rather this be a quicker interaction. With how the day has gone, you want to get to the bottom of this as swiftly as you can.

“Oh! You startled me, young lady.” The elderly man gasps, laughing a bit as he regains his bearings. He seems harmless enough, even quite frail. He seems to be nothing but skin and bones, with hardly any muscle. It makes you wonder why he might be out here in the wilderness of the mountain on his own.

He also does not seem to be as fazed by your sudden transformation as much as any normal mortal would be. “I apologise for the scare. I am only scouting ahead of my companion, we’ve been on the road for several months now.”

“Really?” He smiles, seemingly enthused. “I can only imagine how exhausted you all must be. I myself can barely move too far from my home. Unfortunately, my wife and daughter have been gone for some time. I was growing worried they may become food for some wild beast on the path.” His concerns fall on deaf ears as you put on a look of disquiet.

He is obviously alluding to the two women Wukong killed, but he clearly isn’t telling the truth. “Oh? Do you happen to live in these mountains, then?”

He confirms your suspicions and Wukong’s claims with a nod. “Yes, our home resides not far from here.”

“How lovely.” You offer him a polite smile, careful to watch his every move as an idea begins to shape in your mind. “Say, I don’t suppose you could allow my companions and I to rest in your home for the night?”

“I beg your pardon?” The offer seems to crack a chip in the stranger’s mask, and you hold in your smirk.

 With how far the others are, attacking who they think is an elderly man ‘unprompted’ will make you look as insane as the Monkey King. However, they’re close enough to be watching, even if they cannot hear what is being said. So if whoever this demon is tries to attack you, it would immediately incriminate itself in their eyes.“We’re used to moving across rougher terrain than what we have seen on this mountain, so we can help look for your daughter and wife. That way, you won’t need to push yourself by searching on your own.”

The demon laughs, almost nervously, and shakes his head. “Oh, that will not be necessary. I can search for my family on my own without inconveniencing you.” He replies, and you rest a hand on your hip, just over the sheathe where you keep your dagger-axe.

“Nonsense, I’ll go to enlist my companions to help you. If you could show my friend to your home, his disciples will gladly help you” You insist, turning as if to leave while watching the man from the corner of your eye, grip tightening on the hilt of your dagger. A smirk sprouts once the bait is taken.

As expected, the demon can’t resist the seemingly easy pickings. You hear a grunt and pivot to block an incoming attack, unsheathing your weapon but the assault never comes. Instead, wind howls past your ears followed by a heavy thud. Bones knock against one another as they fall to the ground, the only remaining trace of the man that was once standing on the path with Sun Wukong standing over them.

Your eyes go wide with panic as you see the sight before you. “What are you doing?! Do you want Tripitaka to skin you alive?!” You shout at the monkey, his face contorting in irritated confusion, looking at you as though you had grown a second head.

“What am I doing?! That demon was lunging for you! What, do you expect me to just stand back and let it grab you?” He frowns as you groan in frustration. It all happened too fast! Did the monk even have a chance to see the attack?

“I know what the demon was planning, I am no idiot!” You hold up your dagger to the impulsive sage, using it to point towards the pile of bones that now litter the ground before gesturing to yourself and sheathing the weapon.

The others, who ran the minute Wukong left their side, quickly arrive. The look on Tripitaka’s face is enough to answer whether or not they saw the demon try to attack. “Sun Wukong, have I not warned you enough?!”

“He was about to attack her!” The monkey defends himself. “I was only doing my duty to protect you mortals. Just look at the remains!”

“It’s true.” You step between master and disciple, gesturing down to the bones littering the path. “Look, there is no flesh on these bones. No human could decompose so instantaneously, Sun Wukong was right about the demon.”

Tripitaka’s brows furrow, the words sinking in as he looks upon the evidence himself. Unfortunately, before he’s given the chance to digest our words, Bajie interjects once more. “How do we know this isn’t some trick? Wukong could be deceiving all of us with another illusion.”

“Another?!” You whip your head to the pig demon, marching up to him and pushing your finger into his chest. “How imbecilic can you be? What, are you upset you couldn’t have the demon when it was a beautiful woman? Did you not learn your lesson with that house of women last month?”

Pigsy’s face goes red at the recollection, and he glares down at you. “We agreed not to bring that up–”

“Stop! I’m done” Tripitaka shouts, and you step away from the hog. The monk rubs his temples before looking to his eldest disciple. “I’ve given you far too many warnings, Sun Wukong.”

“But Master–” The sage goes to defend himself, but he’s not given the chance to.

“I cannot travel with one as impulsive as you.” He cuts the demon off, Wukong flinching as he does. “We’re in the wilderness now, but what will happen if you kill a human you assume to be a demon in a crowded city? How would you justify your murderous actions then? Would the civilians that watch you kill their own believe your words?”

Wukong frowns as his master speaks, irritation giving way to spite as he steps into the monk’s space. “How ungrateful! How many times have I saved your life? From robbers, demons– I brought you the oaf that’s been mumbling into your ear all day!” He throws an arm out in gesture to the pig demon. “After all I have done to serve you–”

“I don’t need you to serve me anymore!”

Everyone goes silent, holding their breath. The two stare each other down, Tripitaka frowning while Wukong looks at him in disbelief. After what feels like an eternity, the sage laughs. “Are you serious?”

“Leave, Monkey.” Tripitaka dismisses him, finally looking away as he turns his back on the demon.

Wukong lets out an exasperated breath. “Ha, why? So you can call me back with this thing on my head the second you run into trouble?” He laughs.

Tripitaka looks back over his shoulder with a scoff. “Never will I call on you ever again, I would never rely on the wicked for my troubles.”

“Oh, yeah? I’d like to see that in writing.” Wukong crosses his arms with a toothy grin.

Tripitaka refuses to back down from the challenge. “It would be my pleasure.”

He marches over to one of the bags carried by Ao Lie, digging for paper while you and Sandy share a panicked look. “Enough, both of you. This is ridiculous.” You look between the two, Wukong walking past you to watch the monk as he writes with passion that’s rare to ever see from him.

“Stay out of this, Dove. Tripitaka can speak for himself.” He snaps before stepping back once Tripitaka shoves his messily-drafted banishment into his chest.

He huffs, like the monk is out of breath. “Now it can be official.” Wukong looks down at the paper now in his hands, his eyes glancing over it before snapping back up to Tripitaka. There’s something in his eyes, something you can’t recognise, and it’s gone before you can identify it.

The Monkey King stands tall, grinning with an almost-sarcastic smile while his eyes remain indifferent. “Good to know.” And just like that, the Great Sage leaps into the air, taking off on his somersault cloud.

You look to Tripitaka with an incredulous look. “Where is your mind?!”

The man’s face scrunches into a defensive look. “You saw what he did–”

“Yes, I did!” You step forward. “But I can’t believe you would doubt him like that.”

“You’ve told me yourself how abrasive he is, how little he cares for others.” He counters, and you almost step back at the reply. “How long could we have gone before more of his actions got us into more trouble? How many times did he put us in danger because of his cockiness?”

“And how many times has he saved us?” You counter, finding the entire situation ridiculous. How bad has it become that you have to be the one defending Sun Wukong?

The monk goes to speak but you continue. “He was chosen as your disciple, Tripitaka. Banishing him won’t lead to anything good.”

“Besides assuring the safety of any other humans we come across.” Pigsy coughs into his sleeve, grabbing your attention as you glare daggers into him from the corner of your eye.

“You don’t have any room to speak, not when you want to sleep with every other woman we come across.” You point accusingly at the pig. “You’re the one who instigated this entire debacle!”

Pigsy frowns at that. “Me?! I’m not the one who killed an entire family within an afternoon.”

Before you can verbally assault the demon, Sandy steps in between the two of you. “Fighting over something that has already happened won’t solve anything.” He looks to the both of you pointedly, and it takes you a moment to breathe before stepping away with a scoff.

You can’t let everything fall apart like this. “I’ll be back.”

With no further elaboration, you take off into the sky, transformed and flying as fast as your wings can take you. Tripitaka calls after you, but his voice falls on deaf ears. You can’t let Sun Wukong leave without at least trying to stop him. Yes, things have gotten heated, but you can still try to get him to come back.

You go in the direction you saw him fly off in, but without knowing how fast he was going, he might already be long gone. He can jump from one horizon to the next in moments if he really wanted to, how quickly did he leave? How did everything dissolve so quickly?

You can’t help but feel the knot in your stomach twist. Yes, you may dislike the ape but he serves a purpose like all of you do on this pilgrimage. Petty feelings aside, there’s no denying his importance. Not to mention that he was starting to become more bearable to be around, aside from his occasional prying that became more frequent only as of late.

Gravity takes an unexpected hold on you as you’re tackled out of the sky, successfully pulling your mind back into the moment as you feel yourself hurdling to the ground. Transforming back mid-air, your assailant keeps hold of you and you both go soaring into a tree, tumbling through the leaves and branches before landing on the ground with a thud. It takes you a moment to regain your breath as you land on your back, the Monkey King hovering over you with a cold glare you’ve never seen on him before.

“What do you want?” His voice is seething with resentment, an anger that feels foreign coming from the sage. You’ve seen him upset, angry, but never this furious.

Determined not to let his ire deter you, you snap back. “What do you think? Get off me!” You push back, and he obliges, albeit in silence. He watches as you get back to your feet, surveying wearily like you might lash out at the drop of a hat. Despite the hostility, you tell yourself not to give into it yourself and take in a deep breath. You’re not here to fight, you have to convince him to come back.

After giving yourself a moment to breathe, you face the Great Sage. He has his arms crossed as you take a step towards him. “Listen, Wukong, I just think Tripitaka needs some time to collect his thoughts.” You reach out to rest a hand on his arm in an attempt to soothe him, and he quickly swats it away.

He looks almost offended. “Don’t try your tricks on me.”

“Excuse me for trying to help you!” You frown, dropping your hands to your side and stepping back. His brows shoot up at that, the demon leaning forward slightly before letting out a dry laugh.

He steps closer, his eyes narrowing as he does. “I’m sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear enough before, but I don’t need your help.” He moves even closer, forcing you to take a step back. “I’m the Monkey King, I don’t need some pompous human who thinks she’s above me to offer her sympathies.”

Your glare sharpens at that. “Above you? You’re one to talk, do you even hear yourself?”

“Not over your yelling, I can’t.” He growls, and before you go for a retort, you take another step back. Getting angry as well won’t make anything better, you have to remind yourself of that.

Closing your eyes, you take another breath before looking back to face the demon. “Look, this is a pointless argument. Just… please, come back with me. Maybe you and Tripitaka can try settling this like the adults you are, without yelling.”

“Why?” He challenges, moving into your space to look down on you. “Why should you care? As far as I am concerned, everyone is getting what they want out of this arrangement.”

He holds out the monk’s paper. “I can go back home for the first time in centuries, Tripitaka won’t have a ‘murderous disciple' on his conscience, and you get to be right.” You go to speak but freeze at that last bit, your confusion only lasting a brief second before you recall that night by the river. Your words then, you wanted them to irk him, to cause doubt in the demon that ruined everything in the palace.

Seeing him now, the hurt in his eyes as he laughs, creates this distressing blanket of dread over your person as you’re proven right. “You knew I wouldn’t last long on this pilgrimage.” His voice is quiet, his lips pull up to a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I hope you enjoyed it.”

He watches you as you go to speak, but nothing comes out. You don’t know what to say, his expression leaving you in a shocked silence. Wukong waits, expecting a rebuttal that you cannot form. For just a moment, his face drops, almost in disappointment before he looks away. With a shake of his head, he turns and jumps into the sky even faster than before. Just like that, he’s gone.

Even with him no longer in front of you, the image of his face burns into your memory. You’ve seen many expressions from the sage, prideful and cocky, but never has he looked quite like that before. With his invincibility, his multiple immortalities, you thought he was incapable of looking that way.

You’ve never seen him look hurt.

[quitealotofsodapop]

If all versions of Sun Luzhen love apples and hates peaches, what about the other Wukongverse kids? Any favourites? It'll be funny the peach loving Wukongs have half of their kids not liking peaches. The betrayal of genetics.

At least Heaven's Peach Gardens are safe from them... Or are they...?

Referencing this post about Luzhen loving apples and hating peaches.

LMK Xiaotian/MK has canonically expressed his love for stonefruit, so he probably loves peaches. I've seen hcs that he absolute fave though is apricots ("Not too big, not too mushy, just the right amount of cronch!"). This gets his Au counterpart the nickname Apricot.

Mei would love any fruit thats brightly coloured - kiwis being her fav for flavor alone, but dragonfruit is a close second.

Bai He is in the kid phase of "fruit is gross", but Macaque has managed to get her to enjoy frozen blueberries and strawberries.

The Eclipse Twins devour any fruit offered to them like little piranhas, but especially melons. Give them a red watermelon, and the end result looks like a crime scene.

Yuebei is a peach fiend like her baba. No stonefruit left unturned. Her twin brothers Jidu and Luohuo are a little different since they loudly prefer plums and mangos like Macaque.

Hib!Liuer is a peach-fiend like his adoptive dad/mentor. Fa Ming probably convinced the little monk to eat his fruits by telling him how much the Monkey King loved peaches.

Hib!MK/Xiaoyun has a predicament... he does like peaches and other stonefruit - but his fave fruit is pomegranate, a fruit that requires a lot of dexterity to enjoy. Dasheng only found out Xiaoyun had this issue when he caught the one-armed kiddo trying to peel a pomergranate with his feet. Pre-peeled pomegranate fruit/seeds are aa god-send for him.

Shui Lian (the white vixen in the HiB verse) loves most berries and tree fruits, but her favorite is cider apples (like irl foxes) which confuses anyone who eats one and gets a mouthful of super-sour rotten-tasting apple. More for her then :3

In the Reborn verse; Qi Energy/"Fruitie" is a little fruit glutton. As shown in the film; the little nature spirit noms on what appears to be breadfruit, longans, and apples while in the village market. He also eats to replenish his powers. In the reborn au; as Xiao Qi he's even worse. Ever since he's been introduced to stonefruit, he ravages peaches like they're going out of style. The parents still joke that he's a fruit cannibal.

The two wolf siblings (Zhu Yu and Ku Ai) that Reborn!SWK & LEM picks up are used to forest fruits like berries and the rare crabapple. Their favorites are blueberries, which they will literally jump into bushes for. They don't see what the big deal is with peaches.

And ofc you got the 5 Stone-Fruit Monkeys, who are all named for said fruits. More cases of "fruitie cannibalism" the pilgrims joke; as the five babies have declared the fruit they were named for to be "their fruit". Fights will break out if you attempt to feed anyone other than Xiaotao/Little Peach a peach. They all agree that dates are a neutrally-enjoyable fruit however.

Netflix!MK/Xiaoshi loves peaches, but Netflix!SWK actually doesn't care for them that much - bad experience with the poisoned one.

The twin pebbles love cherries, and again, crime scene occurs when left alone with a basket of them. They also love raw tomatoes.

The Heavenly Orchards may breathe a sigh of relief for now... until the different MKs get into the celestial realms and start getting hungry. Xiao Qi and Yuebei probably give a few immortals pstd flashbacks with their snack runs.

[elkenbulwark]

𝐷&𝐷 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆 ; //

[more 'highlights' in a section indicate who your character will vibe with more / would be best class suited for them if they weren't what they are now.]

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁 ⚔ toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶 ⚔ list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷 ⚔ bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle [and failing w/tusks lmao], summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅 ⚔ goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾 ⚔ always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁 ⚔ school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅 ⚔ herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 ⚔ flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅 ⚔ infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾 ⚔ knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷 ⚔ piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

[ Results - ]

6 // barbarian, fighter, ranger 5 // sorcerer, druid 4 // warlock 3 // bard, paladin, wizard 2 // cleric, rogue 💀(don't @ me ren and vesz-) 0 // (do not interact 😂) // monk

tagging: @apalestar , @illithidtouched , @burtai , @ehrendiil , @wildskissed , @gorethought , @doighnadair , @luneheir , @ode-of-odr , @halforc-mercenary , @bluescalearchivist , @ you!!

[vitaegratis]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸     :𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆   .

BARBARIAN  ⚔   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair,  hot  temper,  old  jeans,  heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewellery,  bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos, backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from  lungs.

BARD     ⚔     homemade  bread, white  lies, easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek,  pep  talks,  no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion, long  showers,  selfies,  following  dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila, loves  easily,  animated  storyteller, full  of  comebacks.

CLERIC    ⚔    list  of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue,  band-aids  and  neosporin,  shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error, homemade  quilts, formal  clothing, astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids,  speaking  up  for  friends, feathers, motivational  quotes,  vivid  dreams.

DRUID      ⚔       bird  watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards,  lost  in  their  head, glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies,  thrift shopping,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk,  pig  latin,  bare  feet, thunderstorms, numb  fingers, braided  hair,  naming potted  plants.

FIGHTER      ⚔     goose  bumps,  leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing  nails, cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it, bronze  locks,  no  sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars, table  for  one,  official  soundtracks, sore  calves,  trusts  themselves  the  most.

MONK    ⚔       always  trying  to  be  better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist  design, breath  of  fresh  air,  baby  animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist, doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy  snacks,  noticing  the  little  things.

PALADIN     ⚔      school  uniforms, thick  jackets,  sleeping  with  the  windows  open, logical  advice, scrapbooking,  compasses,  i  fight  for  my  friends, sculpture  gardens,  cold  morning  air,  big  soul,  likes  routine,  secret  romantic, last  to  get  jokes, sunflowers, practical  presents,  misty  weather.

RANGER    ⚔      herbal  tea,  smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears,  camping  trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives, first  impressions, anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins,  burnt  marshmallows,  too  competitive,  clothes  lines,   messenger  bags,  holding  grudges, gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people.

ROGUE     ⚔      flirtatious  sarcasm, candid  photos,  lost  phone  chargers,  adrenaline  rush,  picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines,  sits  in  chairs  wrong,  smudged  eyeliner, has  too  many  sunglasses, eats  nothing  or  everything.

SORCERER      ⚔     infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine, lipstick  and  roses, mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations,  sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies, poetry  books, blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength.

WARLOCK      ⚔     knowing  everyone’s  secrets, backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  keysmashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

WIZARD   ⚔     piles  of  textbooks, cat  in  lap, keeping  a  diary,  indecision,  scented  candles,  studying  alone  in  a  café,  lingering  touches,  museum  dates,  unanswered  questions,  taking  on  too  much  responsibility,  collections,  chalk  dust,  comfy  robes, unnecessary  apologies,  coming  home  after  a  long  day.

Tagged by: @havvkinsqueen

Tagging: @feminaferitas @zoomingupthathill @hargrove @thebabysittertm @nobodydeviates

[light-imperfected]

Types of People: Dungeons & Dragons Classes

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

BARBARIAN » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

BARD » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

CLERIC » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

DRUID » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

FIGHTER » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

MONK » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

PALADIN » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

RANGER » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

ROGUE » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

SORCERER » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

WARLOCK » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

WIZARD » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

[tang-aus-by-quill]

What happens in the journey to the west part in your CS!AU?

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I SPENT HOURS FIGURING OUT THE LOGISTICS OF THIS SWAP AND HOW IT WOUKD AFFECT THE TIMELINE AND CHARACTERS!!! Basically, the pivotal moment of this au that changes LITERALLY EVERYTHING- Is the moment where Wukong made to guard the peaches. Instead of getting drunk, eating the peaches, and stealing the pills, he was instead the most valued guard in the orchard. The responsible nature he’d shown had made the Jade Emperor decide to entrust him with leading the Journey To the West, gifting him immortality so that there wouldn’t be any casualties. Sun Wukong is given two peaches, one which he takes for himself, and one which he gives to Macaque, as he decides to take Macaque with him on the journey. (This is very fucking important and another pivotal moment which changes our canon timeline.) Wujing, now being a river prince (as he swaps places with Ao Lie) acts as the guide. With Ao Lie, a dragon guardian of the mountains, tagging along. Macaque takes the place of Zhu Bajie in this, meaning Bajie is left to his own devices and never really getting redeemed as he does in the original journey (this plays into Pigsys role in the canon timeline) Tripitaka is swapped with Wukong, being a monk that falls into temptation too easily.

And you may be thinking “But how does he train tang if he’s not mortal and Tang is his reincarnation?” And to that, I say FUCK OFF I’M GETTING THERE.(/lh) Much like how in JTTW, Wukong was meant to reach try self restraint before the fillet could be taken off, Tripitaka was meant to learn,, basically the same thing, learning to not give into selfish desires and instead exist selflessly. Tripitakas own “golden fillet” in this au would be uh,,, possession, basically. As a monk that gave into temptation too easily, and being an earthly reincarnation of the golden cicada, Tripitakas own soul would become more and more like the golden cicadas each time he fell to temptation. If he never learned to exist selflessly, he’d lose himself and become the omnicidal god once more, basically. However he reached enlightenment and learns blah blah blah and because of that, (mixed with accidentally erasing his name from the book of Yama) he gets to keep a soul of his own, while the Golden Cicadas is expelled to live through its other earthly reincarnations, one of them being Tang. And that’s basically how the Swap affects the JTTW timeline and how it trickles its effects into our Canon timeline

[insidecroydon]

Man who murdered teenaged wife sentenced to serve 14 years

A court has heard how a “coercive and controlling” husband murdered his 19-year-old wife in their home in Ash Tree Way, Shirley, just months after he moved from India. Sentencing: Sahil Sharma appeared at Kingston Crown Court on Friday, when he was sentenced to 14 years Sahil Sharma, 24, was jailed on Friday for the murder last October of Mehak Sharma, at a sentencing hearing at Kingston Crown…

[bigshot]

Types of People: Dungeons & Dragons Classes

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

BARBARIAN » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

BARD » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

CLERIC » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

DRUID » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

FIGHTER » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

MONK » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

PALADIN » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

RANGER » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

ROGUE » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

SORCERER » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

WARLOCK » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

WIZARD » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

stolen from @armstrongstyles who stole it from another cool person

[comradekatara]

re your call for questions….. (i know you’ve done a lot of “the gaang and” type asks and there’s no way i’ve seen all of them so excuse me if you’ve done this or something like it before but…) would the gaang enjoy gardening? if so, who would lean more towards flowers vs fruits & vegetables vs herbs?

ok well we literally do see suki grow beans in suki alone so i’ve gotta list her first. since her village is so near the unagi they probably wouldn’t fish, instead getting all their food from gardening and foraging. she’s been helping out in the community garden since she was little, foraging for beans and mushrooms, and maybe she also has her own little personal garden where she grows flowers and weed babeyyyyyy

iroh grows his own tea leaves in ba sing se. of course. fucking obviously

air nomads definitely garden, like they literally live in the mountains and they don’t eat meat (they do eat eggs though! fun fact), so of course they’re growing their own food. idk if aang would have his own garden though, since they would be tended to by the monks and kids who live full-time at the temples and then the nomads who come back to visit, and there aren’t enough people to tend to a garden now that... yknow. but he definitely likes helping suki and iroh and his other friends out with their gardens when he visits them. he especially loves fruit trees that flower in the spring, and spends a lot of time in the orchards on the outskirts of ba sing se whenever he’s there (especially since he hates the rest of the city). overall, gardening is very calming for him, and reminds him of his childhood.

katara comes back from a visit to kyoshi island and is like “wow i love gardens 😍✨ i wish we had a community garden 🥬🍅🥦🥔 where we grew all our vegetables 🥒🌶🌽🥕and then put them into a 🍜 big soup 🍲 🥘 and also we could have 🌹🌷🌻 flowers in our garden 🌸 ✨ just to make it pretty 😌💕” and kanna gestures to the ground, which is covered in snow literally year round, and is like “yeah? okay good luck with that.”

toph likes dirt and digging in the dirt for worms so while she has absolutely no fucking clue how to actually garden she likes showing off helping people out by earthbending divots in the soil with machine-like precision and making fancy little gates out of earth with ornate detailing all in 3 seconds flat, just because she can.

suki shows sokka her garden but almost immediately he annoys her with questions like “how can you be sure you’re giving them the exact right amount of water each day if you take into account the humidity and the type of soil— what do you mean you just wing it???? are you also telling me you don’t even move your plants under the shade when the sun is too hot or put tarp over them when it rains— no rain isnt ‘good for them’ you’ll overwater them they’ll drown!!!!! suki suki suki what do you mean you don’t keep a logbook tracking their progress??? then how do you record your data so you know what to do and what not to do next season???? no one here keeps a logbook???? how do you people even survive????????” and that’s how sokka gets banned from ever talking about or thinking about or even looking at a garden ever again for the rest of his life.

i think zuko might have fun with a little flower garden but it cannot be bigger than one square foot i mean do u remember what happened when he tried to use a hammer and nail??? i don’t trust him to do manual labor he’s a spoiled little prince he’s not built for it 😓

azula would also be shit at gardening for this same reason, but i also think it’s why she needs to. zuko did manual labor in book 2, and granted, while very bad at it, it did humble him. although I also fear she’d get extremely neurotic about it in the same way sokka would, so i think eventually whoever made her start gardening is probably just like “okay you’ve been sufficiently humbled you can stop now”

suki shows ty lee how to garden on kyoshi island but then she gets really mad bc ty lee somehow still looks hot even while she’s hunched over digging around in the dirt. suki is so pissed off abt this she has go lie down for three hours

mai hates doing manual labor, she hates tedium, and most of all, she hates getting dirt on her hands. even if u tried to make her garden to humble her, she simply wouldn’t do it. she’d just sit in the shade and make snarky remarks about how she’d rather kill herself than touch a vegetable before it’s been cooked and put on her plate. even if her only choices were gardening and starving to death, she would gladly go on a hunger strike. that is how much mai absolutely refuses to garden, even a little bit.

[wondertrio]

The Lone Desolator's backstory:

What she tells people (she has practiced this speech in the mirror):

“I come from a remote village to the east. My father grew apples and my mother was good with medicine. When I was a child, exploring out past my father’s orchard, a group of men came and lit fire to everything I held dear. I saw the face of their leader, a man called Anders, as I trembled from the brambles. My family was gone, and I was alone. Since that day, I have trained my mind and body so that I may face Anders again, not as a frightened child, but instead as… the Lone Desolator.”

The actual story:

The Lone Desolator was actually born Maeve Caldwell, third and youngest child of the noble Jamison Caldwell, cousin of Lord Wyllyck Caldwell. Wyllyck is a man whom the city regards as philanthropic and charitable, and he was recently considered for the council of four in Baldur’s Gate, but was passed over in favor of Ulder Ravengard. While not in much contact with Lord Wyllyck, Jamison Caldwell and his family still enjoy the perks that come with this old name. They own a sprawling mansion paid for by vast apple orchards that they manage outside the upper city using cheap labor. Maeve was raised mostly by her nanny, a healer named Nettle. She was happy, outside of being a tomboy in Upper City life, but one night she found out about some of her family’s misdeeds that had been swept under the rug. The one that stuck closely with her was about a pesticide used in her family’s orchards caused many hundreds of workers to get sick or die. It was covered up by the Caldwell family and their associates, particularly a Fixer by the name of “Anders”. After realizing she could no longer stand ignorantly by, she ran away. But she was just a kid when she left. Even if it was easy for her to blend into the massive lower city of Baldur’s Gate and lose the people sent to find her, she couldn’t fend for herself for long.

Maeve, now already calling herself The Lone Desolator at 10 years old, found both the shelter she needed and training she wanted at Rosymorn Monestary, a dangerous home for a little human girl. But she stayed outside, out of the way, and very quiet, and one day she made a friend. An old gith monk trained in the way of the open hand caught Maeve out behind the kitchens, stealing rotten vegetable tops. He never told Maeve his name, so she simply called him “Master”. She learned very quickly how to not only fend for herself, but thrive by herself. The catch was that she and “Master” had to train far away from the monastery, because the githyanki living inside would never approve of teaching Maeve, even if “Master” was old and therefore no valuable asset to Vlaakith. But they were very careful, and for years this was Maeve’s life. Until one sudden afternoon when “Master” was caught and killed. Again, Maeve ran away, still too weak to fight off more than a single githyanki warrior. She returned to Baldur’s Gate with her well rehearsed story in mind, ready to pursue as much justice as she feels needs dealing out.

[nectaric]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 : 𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆 .

BARBARIAN ⚔ toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewellery, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

BARD ⚔ homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

CLERIC ⚔ list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

DRUID ⚔ bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

FIGHTER ⚔ goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

MONK ⚔ always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

PALADIN ⚔ school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

RANGER ⚔ herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

ROGUE ⚔ flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses.

SORCERER ⚔ infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

WARLOCK ⚔ knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long.

WIZARD ⚔ piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

[aquaticsoul]

types of people: d&d classes

bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don't reblog.

tagged: stole it off the dash

tagging: @shiroi---kumo , @musesofthesun (yui), @starmuscd (pick one), @musesofthemoon (kotori), @talesfromtherollingmountain (any d&d oc, see how well the classes fit), @drinkitfrommymouthsuou , @kuroki--kaze , @alchemic-elric , @regnantlight

BARBARIAN ⚔ toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewellery, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

BARD ⚔ homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

CLERIC ⚔ list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

DRUID ⚔ bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

FIGHTER ⚔ goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

MONK ⚔ always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things.

PALADIN ⚔ school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

RANGER ⚔ herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

ROGUE ⚔ flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

SORCERER ⚔ infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

WARLOCK ⚔ knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

WIZARD ⚔ piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.