#Visage: MK

[void-multimuse]

Thank you, @strebcr XD

[marshalforgotten]

Behold! Mk's first encounter with the Barefoot Bandit.

I do like to think Alkebu-lan met with him in seasons one or two and with her ability to perceive souls, she was able to quickly figure out that the protagonist was NOT as he seemed. However the thief felt it best to let someone closer to the boy inform him on that.

[auburnitzy]

Can we get some more context about MK and Ink Nawa? I don't know if it's going to be in the comic though.

Not yet, but it's like this:

Nawa and Ink make a deal (he's using MK's visage for extra influence on her.)

Nawa names him Bō out of kindness.

Bō actially gets attached, but to an unhealthy degree (more akin to an owner and a pet, or a solver and their Rubik's cube. Romantic feelings are a maybe, but it's not important.)

In an attempt to 'solve' her, figuring out why each time he peers into her history he gets a different or contradicting result, he resorts to possessing her. It's like forced marriage/union.

Bō taunts him about Nawa projecting MK into Bō. Or her resorting to seeking Bō for help instead of him.

[yandereunsolved]

❆ ˖ Yandere Kuai Liang (MK 11) ❆ ˖ (Titan AU) ❆ ˖

The Hourglass—an artifact crucial to the flow of time and the fates of all his former comrades and enemies. If he were more foolish, perhaps he would entrust this object to another version of himself. Alas, all would pale in comparison to the protection he is able to offer. The ice covering a realm filled with the sands of time is indomitable. The ice is so thin that it's see-through but able to withstand even the power of an eldergod. 

Within the walls of this sanctum, he is forced to watch over all those below him. This new form of his may mimic his mortal body in many ways, but it contains no real heart. It is simply the visage of what he once was, and yet within his chest, an odd pain aches. It is all-consuming, and he is not able to make it cease. 

He spends many millennia tending to the ache, and yet it only grows stronger. He casts his unceasing gaze over many timelines, and it stops for only a moment. A brief glance at a timeline that Liu Kang formed. Kuai Liang, a version of him, is no longer Sub-zero but a version of Scorpion. A version of him with only one of you: the most captivating being in the entirety of all creation.

He spared no time in scooping you up. In the blink of his eye, a timeline can end; he forbids that to happen to you. It's an instinct, almost. It's something that runs much deeper into the core of his being. 

He is the keeper of The Hourglass. He knows everything about you. He could simply snuff out your existence if he wished. Yet he now entraps you within this realm. There is no chance of escaping, for no eldergod or champion wishes to go against him.

"What has you so distressed?" He inquires worriedly. You refuse to step near him. You have been sobbing since he placed you in here. He understands why you are upset. He simply wishes to stop it.

"..."

Your gaze is one that boasts confidence but betrays fear. You know he could kill you without so much as having to lift his finger. You only know of him because of your extensive studies in order to aid Liu Kang. Kuai Liang. Terrifying. Titan. No more than a monster in your eyes.

"Darling—" He cuts himself off.

The anguish in your soul melts the ice around his domain. It causes his breath to quicken. A set of intruding thoughts invades his mind. What is this!?

Your body falls limply against the grains of time. He grabs you and brings you into the most heavenly embrace imaginable. Your mortal mind would not be able to comprehend it, even if you were awake. The ice begins to rebuild itself as he does his best to calm the angering ache within himself.

"Stop; please don't do this to me. I-I love you." He stops for a moment and ponders. "If you didn't remember your previous life and I gave you a new one, then you'd be happy. You'd be happy with me. We could be happy together. You'd be in a safe timeline. We'd be happy. We'd have a family. But—would you still be you?"

A moment for you is many lifetimes for him.

His eyes grow distant.

"I can only love this version of you. You'll be immortal. I'll give you everything. You just need to learn to love me."

[izzabela]

Heyo, I'm a SUCKER for the mk fics you write, and I was just wondering if you could do a headcanon where the earthrealmers has an s/o who's also a jedi knight

A Force of Nature - Earthrealmers x GN!jedi knight!reader (scenario fic)

in which the force is with you and your loved ones

a/n: thank you! you're such a sweetie pie~~. however, please be thoroughly disappointed with me as i have never watched star wars before :D

ship[s]: Earthrealm characters x gn!reader

warning(s): excessive fluff, bits of angst, post-story

[i just love Ashrah. also note that it's still GN reader, but different personality types. if it doesn't have a personality, assume it's just normal]

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Johnny x shy!reader

- Johnny's the type where he'd ask you to use the force for little things

- "honey, could you hand me my script over there?" he once asked as you two were sitting on the couch in his house

- dearest gentle reader, the script was next to you on the side table where you sat

- you scold him for his laziness, but he just crawls to you and slaps a small kiss on your cheek. who could say no to that?

- Johnny's also the type to show people your powers, kind of like a kid going to his parents with a "watch this!" you're rather shy, not completely introverted, but you kept to yourself and the family and friends you did have

- during one party, he asked you to toy around with his clapperboard. another party, he asked you to pour yourself a cup of alcohol with your powers

- it made you flustered with all the attention on you, but Johnny always made sure you weren't overwhelmed. Hell, he'd even stop people from asking you to do more if you just looked tired

- but your favorite memory was spooking Kung Lao during a "heroes only" party, where you got to meet his other-worldly friends. Johnny whispered to you the plan on how to poke fun at Kung Lao, and you focused all your energy in lifting his hat high enough so he wouldn't reach

- you got the empress and her sister laughing, and you also got a rare smile from the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei as you kept your powers in play to tease the monk

- Johnny and you would practice dueling as well, using his katana against your lightsaber as you the metal and powered crystal slashed, clanged, and sparred

- Johnny should have realized that your saber would melt the metal, almost burning his hand in the process as he dropped the handle and watched the metal melt into the hardwood floor

- still, you loved Johnny with all your heart and might

Kenshi x confident!reader

- working with Kung Lao and his ego was one thing, falling for someone with confidence that could rival his was another

- it pained Kenshi that your ego was sky high, but it was a feature that charmed him. that, plus your undeniable beauty, mastery over your sword, and your genuineness with others made him fall hard

- he was reminded of his friend, the illusive director Johnny Cage. however, just like Johnny, you were as good as your word

- kenshi would definitely test his might against yours: telekinesis, sword sparring, hand-to-hand combat, and more, he would want to hone his skills with yours

- he would introduce you to his friends at the OIA, meaning only Jax Briggs. still, meeting him was a delight

- speaking of powers, you two would practice your telekinetic powers together. albeit, using the force was much different than actual telekinesis, but it didn't hurt to learn from him

- he would teach you how he uses his powers to hold his sword, teach you how to control your migraines, and prolong your usage of it

- and just like how Kenshi struggles with horrid visions and nightmares, he would help you with yours. the visions you'd see in the middle of the night, horrible images of your beloved friends and their mutilated body parts, or permanent visages of their horrified faces. it marred your confidence, but his support makes it better

- kenshi would definitely introduce you to his sword, Sento. he'd introduce you to his ancestors, and you wouldn't be surprised that they liked you. you roll your eyes and flick your head proudly, preening in the compliments

- kenshi loved you, and whatever whispers he heard from his ancestors he got, he ignored. he wants a future with you, no matter what it took

Kung Lao x grumpy!reader

- despite your icy exterior and agitated nature, you loved Kung Lao. and despite his arrogance and ego, he loved you

- Kung Lao is the type of guy to use the same battle tricks while sparring, then be surprised when you utterly defeat him

- a good example came from when he learned how to teleport after throwing his hat, to which you stopped his frisbee hat with the force and cornered him with your saber

- "I have been working on this move for too long!" he complained, "How can you beat me so?" you shrug and point out the flaws in his battle tactics. while he looks unmoving to your advice, he takes it well as you teach him ways to elevate his movesets

- Kung Lao also aided you in your own training. Hand-to-hand combat was something a little new to you, but you kept your annoyance at bay as he taught you basic martial arts

- sometimes, your grumpiness would get the best of you, and you shook the poor man to his core when you chucked your lightsaber right next to his head, the hot energy almost marring his face

- he insisted he was fine, but you, in a rare face of vulnerability, shared to him that your anger was your hubris- that one day you'd go mad with all of this power on your shoulders. Kung Lao hugged you, insisting he was okay, as he shared a similar story he was in regarding his pupil

- when you two weren't in a depressed mood, Kung Lao loved to bet with you. similar to Raiden, he'd often end up on the losing side, but when he did win, he'd as you to use your powers for petty chores

- once, Kung Lao asked you to use your telekinetic side to sweep up all the autumn leaves on the Academy's grounds. another time, he asked you to alter an initiates' memory so he would go do his own chores

- when Liu Kang got wind of this, he punished you both with month-long chores; and you didn't talk to him for a whole month

- despite all of his flaws, you knew he loved you so. and despite the thick wall of ice his hat couldn't cut through, he knew he had melted it and wiggled his way into your heart

Raiden x introvert!reader

- sunshine boy and the shy girl is a trope that not many can master

- however, you and Raiden made it work to the best of your abilities

- Raiden would be by your side whenever you asked. you were fine by yourself, but his presence seemed to be a joy to you

- he would train with you in pairs only. you wouldn't train with anyone else, especially with Kung Lao

- Raiden would be the most attentive to the side effects of your force powers. migraines? hot tea and soup is on its way. physical exhaustion? his talented hands will work their way through every knot and tightness in your body

- Raiden would also train with you to control the rage and anger that would manifest and bubble in your mind. the force affects your moral compass, but human nature is a force itself. unlike other masters and jedi knights, you were new to controlling this

- you remember one instance where you were practicing your telekinetic powers on him, using it in a spar to try and grow your stamina with it. you caught him in a choke, but your hearing grew fuzzy as you held him higher from the ground

- it wasn't until Liu Kang and Kung Lao took you down did you see the severity in your actions

- you almost snapped Raiden's neck

- you retreated to your room and began to disassociate, diving into your thoughts to try and get away from the situation. he burst into your room, though, and slowly approached you with warm words

- "Do not talk," he said quietly, "I am not mad, (y/n), it wasn't your fault."

- you cried in his arms, something completely out of character for you as he cradled you

- "We'll work on it together," he sweared solemnly, "I promise."

Ashrah x redeemed!reader

- Ashrah knew what the path of absolution meant to her, so when she saw you on the same journey, she was overjoyed

- you once used your powers for the darkness of the world. only when your family died in the aftermath of a battle did you realize this endless war was useless

- you found a home in Earthrealm, and you found your heart in Ashrah. however, prejudice and distrust was human nature, and it often got to your head

- Ashrah would definitely meditate with you. you introduced it to her when you explained that your powers needed intense mental fortitude. now, you two do it together as a hobby and way to bond

- Ashrah would also spar with you, her kriss not melting in the heat of your saber. she would also give you tips on how to improve your stance and hits with her own wisdom and knowledge

- Ashrah would also protect you from the prejudiced minds of the other monks. not Raiden or Kung Lao, they were peaches. Ashrah would reassure you, tell you that your change of heart was seen by the aforementioned men and Liu Kang

- "Prove your worth with action," she would say as she planted a kiss on your forehead, "That is the only thing you can control."

- Ashrah would also comfort you during your awful nightmare and visions of the future. her sympathy and warmth was greatly appreciated as you told her of the unpleasant visions you saw

- "I fear my absolution is going nowhere," you confided with her once

- she shook her head, "Your perseverance is seen by our creator himself," her fingers intertwined with yours, "Together, our fight for purification and forgiveness is strong."

Liu Kang x reader

- Liu Kang would probably be the one best equipped to understand and deal with everything about you- powers or not

- he would for sure go above and beyond to treat your physical exhaustion after training 'til failure with your telekinesis. he'd have a bath ready, filled with warm water and aromatic candles. or, he'd have loads of food waiting in your quarters after spars

- when your migraines came in full force, he'd massage your head with his skillful fingers, rubbing some scented oil on your temples to try and soothe the ache

- Liu Kang would spar with you too. He'd teach you how to incorporate martial arts and kombat into your stacked move set. for everything you mastered, you'd receive a kiss on the forehead, head, or lips

- when the days were good, you would use your telekinetic powers to play pranks on him

- you dropped a book next to him while you were in his study, you blew the fallen leaves in his face once as well

- when it came to fighting your demons of rage and fury, he'd quell these spouts with kind words and patience

- during a session where you were practicing mind manipulation, you had gone too far and began to manipulate his memories to a time he thought he'd forgotten- his previous timeline

- it pained him to see such memories, but he knew it wasn't your fault- the animosity and furor had bubbled over a bit too much

- when he snapped you out of the bout, you'd be on your knees sobbing and begging for forgiveness

- "There is nothing to forgive," he would say softly as he held you, "We can stop for the night and rest- whatever you choose, dear."

Geras x extrovert!reader

- Geras does not mingle with mortals or any race of beings that his creator made

- you, though, were a different story

- as loud and personable as you were, you showed softness and kindness that Geras never thought he'd see in a person- like, really see

- Geras is alien to basic human emotion. he can feel it, since he is alive, but it's hard for him to express it

- Geras would spend time with you through sparring. during the nights where the training grounds were empty, you two would fight til you were breathless

- another thing I see Geras doing is just watching you spar with others. during visitations with Liu Kang, his eyes always found your bubbly person, conversing and laughing with your fellow Earthrealmers

- if he got unlucky and he saw you seeing him, he'd be dragged out by you so he'd talk to them too

- unfortunately, Geras is still learning how to actually use his emotions with you. as mentioned before, he has it, it's just hard for him to express it

- one instance would be during those awful emotional bouts with your visions. horrid images of your friends and allies getting offed one by one. instead of consolation, he'd get to work with the hourglass, skimming through the past and future to try and find something to help change the outcome

- "Rule breaker, huh?" you teased him

- so much warmth and love oozed from his voice as he responded

- "for you, I would bend the rules. for your happiness, i am obliged to break them completely."

Bi Han x innocent!reader

- despite his anger and frustration, Bi Han do his darnedest to never take it out on you

- your power was strong, and Bi Han respected that from you. he did his best to accommodate for you and made sure you were performing at your best

- Bi Han would have attendants at your every moment, offering water, towels, or other things to make sure you were at tip-top shape

- despite such power, you were oblivious to the rest of the world. Bi Han did his best to protect you from the people who tried to take you from him, to protect you from the corruption that plagued your every corner

- Bi Han would be the type to spar with you away from prying eyes. not because he's jealous (he totally is), but because you get anxious with watchful eyes

- Bi Han wouldn't be able to console you with words. instead, he would just let you hold him as you talked to him about your visions or nightmares. his secret favorite thing was when you got overstimulated with telekinesis, and he'd just cuddle you as you feel asleep

- when the negative emotions occasionally broke free, Bi Han dreaded having to take you down. it chipped away at his heart as he had to fight you and snap you back into reality

- "I don't recognize myself sometimes," you cried in his arms after one of these bouts

- he hugged you tightly, a chill breath you felt on your shoulder as he spoke

- "As glaciers are unmoving in the ocean, I will always ground you. I will tell you who you are and where you are- from now to eternity."

Kuai Liang x angry!reader

- being together with Kuai Liang was good for you, body and soul.

- body-wise, compatible in bed, warm to the touch, and always around. soul-wise? he gave you discipline, reminded you what you were fighting for, and gave you peace

- because of your anger, Kuai Liang was extra patient with you when it came to sparring. he knew that your jedi powers could be affected by the swaying of your emotions, so he made sure to not say anything out of line

- when your anger got the best of you, Kuai Liang would talk to you slowly about what happened. whether your saber almost hit his head, or you almost choked an initiate to death, he would do his best to calm you down

- your favorite thing to do with him was eat. energy was depleted almost as quickly as it came for both of you, so you two found that having meals together would be good bonding

- there were moments where your anger got the best of you though. one horrible memory was when you took Tomas up with your powers and played images of his family in his brain, altering his perception of what was in front of him

- your anger had exploded that day, not sure by what, but you took it out on poor Tomas

- when Kuai Liang got a hold of you, you fought his grasp and hold. but as he told you where you were and what happened, you ran away from him and Tomas, shutting yourself away

- "I don't want to live like this!" you cried inside of your room. Kuai Liang heard you from the outside and knocked, signaling he was present

- "Whatever it takes," he said from the outside, "Whatever it takes to see you free from those shackles- I will do it for you."

Tomas x reader

- you and Tomas were the certified cinnamon rolls of the Shirai Ryu. smiling, happy, you two were the initiate-acclaimed "perfect couple". Harumi and Kuai Liang once spoke about it as well

- Tomas would definitely initiate spars with you, but he'd focus more on hand to hand combat than anything. as he would say, "you may have a glowing crystal saber, but what happens when it's not there?" he'd prepare you for the worst scenarios, and your ability to overthrow him during each one was impeccable

- Tomas would ask you questions about your powers- and I mean lots of them. ranging from silly things like "can you move my brother's kunai?" to "does it ever overwhelm you?" the range in which he switches from question to question gave you whiplash sometimes, but it was welcome

- Tomas would totally keep you on your toes with the whole telekinesis thing. he isn't so stupid as to throw a katana or anything sharp, but he'd toss a ball to you, food, even sparring weapons (the ones that were made of wood). you figured it had to do something with his own trauma, y'know, the whole "losing your family and having to adapt in record time" thing.

- speaking of telekinesis, Tomas would definitely give the best massages period. whether on your head for migraines, or on your body from exhaustion and fatigue, his fingers would work their magic expertly. if he weren't a ninja, he'd be one hell of a masseuse

- whenever you were having your episodes due to your force side effects, Tomas did his best to use little force on bringing you back to reality. if he was caught in your anger episodes, he would beg Harumi and his brother to not hurt you as you held him up in the air. when you were done, you would avoid touching, seeing, even hearing his voice near you. it would be too painful for you, but Tomas forgave you over and over again

- there was one memory that pained you the most, one where you altered his memories as you were training to master them. you showed him a memory of his slaughtered family, especially the part where he was hauled away by the Lin Kuei. the guttural scream that erupted from his mouth from that memory terrified you, and you ran away again

- when Tomas found you, tears were in his eyes as he softly egged you on

- "Darling, please look at me," he sniffled. "Look at me, I am not mad at you."

- you just hiccuped as you scooted away from him, "I keep losing control, Tomas. What if I can't stop it next time? What if I hurt you worse than this?"

- Tomas is crying at this point, tackling you into a hug so tight he was afraid you'd disappear. You just held him as your own tears fell down.

- the usually talkative brother was quiet, his sobs doing the communicating. that, paired with the way his hand would roam your back and waist, as if he was making sure you were still here, made you realize something much more

- he didn't care whether or not he got hurt by you. as long as you were still here, alive, breathing- that's all that mattered to him.

- scars and trauma can heal with time, death is permanent

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goodie goodie

requester, if you're reading this, i'd like to apologize to you personally for never having seen a piece of Star Wars fiction in my life. even so, i hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as i had fun writing it

couple more fics coming your guys' ways including: pokèmon crossover, another lin kuei trio fic, and a lin kuei smut

see yall in the next fic!

[asiact]

mk sto cagando addosso con visage mi massacra anche quando metto pausa

[illarian-rambling]

@mk-writes-stuff you got my brain going about an au of Avymere and Elsind growing up together on the streets of Salis >:)

So, in this au, they're the same age, just to make things match up. Things kick off for Avymere, age 12, at some big gala. They're glad-handing it until a shot rings out and their father drops dead. All at once, serf rebels swarm the ballroom, dropping nobles left and right. Avymere takes a glancing shot to their leg but manages to flee in terror, hunted by rebels through the palace garden. One of the rebels corners them, but lets them go on account of being a child, threatening to give them what their father got if they're ever seen at the palace again. Avymere escapes into the city, numb with shock. They manage to bury their crown and jewelry in a planter, however, they're still wearing ballroom finery. They end up cornered in the outer city alleyway by some bigger urchin kids who think they're a lost merchant kid, driven away by the whole inner city being in uproar. Avymere is too shocked to fight back as their clothing is torn and their glasses stolen. However, they are saved by a terrifying figure that frightens away the other kids with a monstrous visage: Elsind.

In a change from Elsind's backstory, they were captured by Sunflight, but instead of being taken back to his manor, they managed to escape while passing through Salis. They've been living on the streets ever since then, trying to scrape together enough money to get back home. When they saw Avymere getting mugged, they'd been living in Salis for a year. Seeing another kid in danger, they couldn't help but to step in.

Due to their show of scaring off the muggers, Avymere knew right off the bat that Elsind was a changeling. Still in a sort of fugue, they decided to follow Elsind back to their hideout. Elsind, for their part, did their best to patch Avymere up, physically and mentally. Avymere kept their mouth shut about being the duchon of Salis, but Elsind was still able to guess they were some sort of deposed noble. They refused to leave Elsind's hideout for a while for fear of being discovered.

For the next few months, they remained together on the streets - stealing, begging, and scrapping with other kids. Avymere got quite good at pickpocketing and after learning the sort of target being a changeling put on Elsind's back, became fiercely protective of them. Eventually, Elsind shared their goal of returning home with Avymere, which was the right call, as Avymere still remembered where they'd buried their crown and jewels. The only problem was fencing them in a newly liberated city. Lots of shenanigans were involved, including Elsind taking the face of a rebel soldier in order to make a deal with an organized crime boss. However, in the end, they're able to get the money for a zeppelin ticket. Elsind gets to reunite with their mom after nearly two years now, and of course she's happy to take Avymere in, finally giving them some stability after the nightmare of the past few months.

Hope you enjoy! And no Avymere never gets to be happy in any au <3

[night-faye]

Future Macky's face during all this is like "wha...is that how it happened, is that what I did?" "So Monkey King really was...a bad guy?" "That's what I believed. What Azure would have you believe." SMELLS LIKE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MACARONI. "Wukong was on a path to self destruction. We all were." WE??? Curious, he doesn't even sound angry at the monk 👀 Even approving. Yeah, one theory was he internalized Wukong's whole "cause normally you just rush to my rescue!" And tried to free him from the circlet torture.

"Every choices has consequences kid. For someone." He says, while looking utterly downcast. OKAY.

Wowie. Narrative Macky is a FLAVOR. Showing the wasteland, "everyone thinks they're the hero of their own story." "He's even fooled himself." and he's always so calm through it like an experienced war veteran, no judgement just saying how the old history was. This is great insight into his own psyche if you're crazy and tear it apart like a chew toy.

I wasn't the anon about Fluffy's audible sniff but lol, I would've said that.

Agony. This monkey has been put through the wringer and has to look MK up and down to see if its really him. that "you found me." I am *falls to the floor.*

*stares at the camera* I'm gonna be screaming about this in S5 but Macky instinctively reaching for the peach in the memory visage and getting interupted by his old self and just stunned about the fragile innocence and happy times of their past and the longing and tentative yearning and baby steps and him being cut off from MK and Wukong bc of all the golden cracks in the ground. The way his arm falls, his face, HE'S THINKING SOMETHING. *shakes him like a chew toy.*

This is the most vulnerable you're going to see either monkey and YESSS 😭😭😭 WUKONG BEING SO UNSURE AND LOOKING TO MACKY WHO GIVES HIM A SMALL SMILE AND THAT GIVES WUKONG HIS CONFIDENCE BACK HIS STRENGTH TO STAND UP HIS FRIEND WHO WAS SO ANGRY AT HIM IS LIKE. HE'S SAYING ITS OKAY TO BE THE MONKEY KING WE NEED YOU BROOO.

Macky in his own shadowy corner as the Brotherhood gears up for battle we love to see it, man what did he say to Tang again hmm. Yeah they get on fine without you, but then Wukong drops in instantly noticing his bestie AND FIXING HIS CLOTHES FOR HIM LIKE 😭 TOO CLOSE BUDDY. the writers are killing us with this, like??? that's an act of love im sorry and JTTW Wukong is aroace coded btw, this is so <3 he cares and doesn't want Macky's armor to trip him up doing the fight. who ties his shoelaces in the future maybe that's why he his lego print is without armor bc he can't do it without Wukong LOL. and Macky is so flustered and awkward over it this is EVERYTHING to me. his little embarrassed SCOWL.

Royalty duo <3 <3 <3 also Azure's crayon coloring is like that "this is your badness level" meme from Lilo and Stitch and the ShadowPeach nuzzling is a reference to some anime iirc where the two girls were a canon couple ���

Love Macky talking about Azure and revenge as if he didn't have a whole episode about that too. Oh he STINKS DOES HE yet you know his scent so well 😂 didn't hear you complaining earlier. Love the teasing. "Don't worry, I almost beat the Jade Emperor single handed once." considering the fall out from that, I should toss you off a cliff for hiding the horrors with your nonchalant but that's just like my other blorbo of you. These two will NEVER communicate and ignore the fine print of the horrors and talk about it differently or make cryptic comments and expressions. cue Macky frowning in the background as he does this tho.

Just picture me, laying on the floor, rain pouring down

This show is destroying me i love it so much

[lavoixdigitale]

AfriPlume célèbre 1 an de belles histoires, d’émotions et de passion littéraire

Il y a un an, trois jeunes passionnés — Roosevelt KIDJO (CEO), Hans-Kelly KOUNOUDJI et David ADJIBI — lançaient un pari un peu fou : créer une plateforme où les écrivains africains pourraient partager leurs histoires, en toute liberté, et trouver un vrai lectorat engagé. Ce rêve est devenu réalité. Aujourd’hui, AfriPlume réunit une communauté vibrante de plus de 500 utilisateurs, une centaine de romans publiés, des dizaines d’auteurs actifs issus de 12 pays africains, avec en tête le Bénin, la RDC et le Cameroun. « Ce que nous voulons, c’est que chaque plume africaine ait un espace d’expression et de valorisation. AfriPlume c’est plus qu’un site: c’est un souffle nouveau pour la littérature africaine. » — Roosevelt KIDJO, co-fondateur & CEO d’AfriPlume

Une voix pour chaque histoire

Sur AfriPlume, chaque auteur peut publier à son rythme, raconter l’Afrique sous tous ses visages : histoires d’amour, récits de famille, aventures modernes, Poèmes ou contes inspirants. On y découvre des talents comme Myrcine, autrice du tout premier roman partagé sur la plateforme (Le retour de Rafael Montenegro), mais aussi Les Histoires de MK, Les Écrits d’une Mariam, ou encore Miss Diva, qui témoigne : « AfriPlume fait un travail remarquable. Je suis auteur sur la plateforme et mes livres sont lus par un lectorat aimable et engagé. En plus d’avoir l’opportunité de publier, j’ai aussi le privilège de lire de magnifiques histoires de mes collègues. »

Un tremplin pour les talents littéraires africains

L’objectif d’AfriPlume est simple : révéler les nouvelles voix de la littérature africaine, leur offrir une visibilité, une audience, un avenir. En un an, la plateforme a su : - Mettre en lumière des jeunes auteurs oubliés des circuits traditionnels - Créer un espace bienveillant de lecture et de partage - Toucher un public jeune, avide de récits qui lui ressemblent

Une vision, un avenir

Les fondateurs ne comptent pas s’arrêter là. Dans les mois à venir, AfriPlume prévoit : - Le lancement d’une application mobile - La monétisation des histoires pour récompenser les auteurs - Une librairie en ligne pour soutenir l’édition africaine - Et une amélioration continue de l’expérience de lecture Mais surtout, la vision portée par Roosevelt KIDJO et son équipe est claire : Accompagner, former et propulser une nouvelle génération d’écrivains africains sur le devant de la scène.

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[void-multimuse]

(Tagged Twice, Two Muse Special!)

BASICS.

LEGAL NAME : Daniel James Fenton

NICKNAME[S] : Danny, Phantom, The Ghost Kid, Ghost Boy

DATE OF BIRTH : 03/04/2004

GENDER : Male (transmasc.)

PLACE OF BIRTH : Amity Park, Illinois

CURRENTLY LIVING : Amity Park; Fentonworks

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : English, Esperanto, Language of the Dead (Also referred to as Ghost Speak, "spoken" using a ghost's core to transmit feelings to other ghost cores)

EDUCATION : High School, though he's going to fail if he keeps pulling all nighters for two years straight fighting ghosts.

HAIR COLOR : Raven Black ; Snow White

EYE COLOR : Sky Blue ; Ectoplasm Green

FAMILY INFORMATION.

SIBLING[S] : Jazz Fenton, Older sister by two years, Danielle (Ellie) Phantom (Clone)

PARENT[S] : Jack Fenton and Maddie Fenton

FRIEND[S] : Sam Manson and Tucker Foley

CHILDREN : ....he's sixteen.

PET[S] : Cujo, ghost of a guard dog that was put down

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Biromantic Ace

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Verse dependent; Sam Manson or Valerie Gray are his two biggest crushes.

SINCE WHEN : When he actually gets the balls to tell someone the truth /j

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LEGAL NAME : UNKNOWN

NICKNAME[S] : MK, Monkie Kid

DATE OF BIRTH : UNKNOWN, some time 20 years prior to canon

GENDER : Male (transmasc.)

PLACE OF BIRTH : Out of a clay figurine on some unknown mountain with floating islands

CURRENTLY LIVING : Megapolis City

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Mandarin, knows a little English.

EDUCATION : He has his high school degree

HAIR COLOR : Very, very dark brown

EYE COLOR : Black ; Gold when in Monkey Form

FAMILY INFORMATION.

SIBLING[S] : UNKNOWN (We don't know if any other clay figures mystery lady made actually came to life so it's up in the air)

PARENT[S] : Pigsy and Tang, and some mystery lady that carved his figurine we know nothing about.

FRIEND[S] : Mei and Sandy, Sun Wukong, Macaque and Nezha

CHILDREN : None.

PET[S] : None.

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Biromantic Ace

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Has a crush on Red Son

SINCE WHEN : Revenge of the Spider Queen. The hero (villain) speech melted his little clay heart.

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Tagged by: @chibitantei and @epitomees !!

Tagging: Whoever wants to!

[marshalforgotten]

A comic I made the other day. As an "expert" on human forms, Alkebu-lan has some critiques involving Macaque's.

Click for better quality... hopefully.

[decimatlas]

Eden Emerson-Ackermann and Gabi Braun, drawn by the amazing @braeveries. And obligatory tag for @spatzenn. Glances at Eden's left hand.

[mrl3afbug]

The rhythmic clang of wok against metal filled the small kitchen of Pigsy Noodles. Pigsy, a burly demon pig with a perpetual scowl, expertly flipped noodles in the air, the fiery glow reflecting in his beady eyes. The online orders kept pouring in, a relentless stream of notifications pinging on his battered tablet. He grumbled under his breath. "Not a single soul comes in person anymore," he muttered, "Just the infernal internet, and that blasted Monk, Tang!"

Speaking of Tang, the scholar materialized in the doorway, his spectacles perched precariously on his nose, a perpetually cheerful grin plastered on his face. "Pigsy, my dear friend! The aroma of your delicious noodles is simply divine!" He sauntered in, settling onto his usual stool, a stool Pigsy secretly hoped would spontaneously combust.

"Tang," Pigsy sighed, his voice heavy with exasperation, "You know the drill. You gonna pay this time?"

Tang blinked innocently. "Pay? For the pleasure of your company and your culinary masterpieces? My dear Pigsy, surely friendship is payment enough!" He then proceeded to order the biggest bowl of everything on the menu. Before Pigsy could protest, Tang was already halfway through a particularly lengthy philosophical tangent, words swirling like hot steam from a noodle bowl. And as usual when he finished he would make a run for it before Pigsy could even finish his scolding. This usually happened every single time and it was a routine that had been ingrained into Pigsy's life since forever. He was thankful he had friends like them but sometimes they could be more trouble than they were worth.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Mk, a lanky sixteen-year-old with a mop of unruly black hair, was meticulously polishing a Monkey King action figure. He was decked out in a bright red t-shirt emblazoned with the Monkey King's fiery visage. His delivery uniform lay crumpled on the floor, completely forgotten. He was humming the theme song from his favorite Monkey King movie, his mind lost in a world of epic battles and mystical powers.

"Mk!" Pigsy's booming voice echoed up the stairs, "Those noodles ain't gonna deliver themselves! You need to quit your day dreaming and get down here before the customers decide to just order from someplace else."

Mk startled, nearly sending his action figure flying. "Oh, right!" He grabbed his delivery bag, adorned with more Monkey King stickers, and bounded down the stairs, his enthusiasm for the Monkey King momentarily overshadowing his laziness.

Down in the small garage area next to Pigsy's Noodles shop, Vivi, Mk’s hermaphrodite sibling with striking vitiligo patches on their skin, was meticulously tuning their motorcycle, a sleek black machine that was a source of both pride and occasional frustration. Vivi was also 16 and wore a simple grey tank top and jeans, their androgenous appearance often leading to curious glances. Vivi was already used to it so they would usually just make silly jokes out of it, but they were still a little confused of why people think they were a girl or a boy.

"Mk, are you going to use my bike again?" Vivi's voice was calm, their eyes focused on the engine.

"Maybe," Mk mumbled, glancing over at the beat-up tuk-tuk that was currently out of commission. "The tuk-tuk's still acting up, right?"

"As if you didn't know," Vivi chuckled, wiping their hands on a rag. "You need to be more careful, Mk. Pigsy’s already stressed enough as it is." They never called Pigsy 'uncle' because Pigsy always found it weird and didn't like it when ever Vivi or Mk called him 'uncle'. Vivi was quite skilled and could fix almost anything, from engines to clothes to broken ceramics, it was their way of preventing Mk from spending his meager funds on unnecessary things.

The doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of Mei, a whirlwind of energy in a brightly colored hoodie and ripped jeans. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Hey, everyone! Movie night snacks have arrived!" she yelled, her voice bouncing off the walls as she unloaded bags of candy and popcorn.

"Mei!" Mk grinned, his eyes widening at the sight of the goodies. "Best. Movie. Night. Ever!" He nearly forgot about the deliveries now.

"Did you get snacks for Vivi?" Vivi asked, putting the tools aside and came out from the garage.

"Of course! I know Vivi doesn’t eat the same sugary stuff like you guys do, I got a ton of spicy jerky!" Mei laughed, handing Vivi a bag of snacks that Vivi love.

"You know me so well, Mei!" Vivi chuckled, grabbing the snack bag.

Pigsy groaned, seeing the chaos unfold. "Great, now you're all distracted," he grumbled, handing Mk a stack of delivery orders. "Get going already! I swear, if I don't get a single tip tonight, I’m going to make those delivery orders go down your throat!"

Mk grabbed the orders, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. "Right, right. Deliveries first!" He dashed out the door, the Monkey King action figure bouncing in his pocket, and his mind went blank as he stared at the open city, as he was lost into his imagination again, forgetting all about his job.

Later that evening, the group gathered in Mk's small room upstairs, the walls plastered with Monkey King posters. Mei, Vivi, and Mk were curled up on the floor, surrounded by mountains of snacks. The projector flickered to life, casting the opening scene of a classic Monkey King movie onto the wall. Tang sat quietly in a corner, a gentle smile on his face, occasionally interjecting with historical facts about the Monkey King's lore.

Pigsy, however, sat slumped in an armchair, his face a mask of exasperation. "Another Monkey King movie?" he grumbled, "Can't we watch something with less...monkeys?" he then proceeded to fall asleep within five minutes.

Mk, oblivious to Pigsy's plight, was completely engrossed in the movie, his eyes glued to the screen. Vivi, on the other hand, was meticulously painting Mei’s nails a vibrant shade of purple while Mei was watching the movie with a bag of chips in their hand and was putting some in their mouth. It was a chaotic, loud, and wonderfully messy evening.

As the night wore on, Pigsy dozed in a chair, Tang observed the scene with quiet fondness, and the laughter and chatter of the three friends filled the air while Mk was watching his favorite movie, oblivious to the world around him. In the heart of Pigsy Noodles, surrounded by the chaos of a noodle shop, a motorbike repair, and endless Monkey King references, an unlikely family had found their own unique kind of peace. Even if it was all a bit much to handle for Pigsy sometimes, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

[dailyproblemsleuth]

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MK deposits an ornate PERSIAN RUG over the TRAP DOOR, then retreats down the stairs.

Author commentary: MK: Captchalogue Owen Wilson's precious, wounded visage.

[siixkiing]

"Eh, not missing much appearance wise other than the usual signs of illness that most will show."

There wasn't much to being sick, whether mortal or immortal — whether Celestial, Yaoguai, or Mortal, they all shared similarities in that regard. To varying degrees of course. It was just the most common to get sick were of the mortal kind more often than not. Otherwise? Not much change or difference to it.

Following after MK and bracing for no doubt the headache this was all about to give him. Ugh, he was already annoyed by this all and they hadn't even begun. His past experience dealing with the sick and stubborn king already playing in his head as they made their approach. Hopefully, Wukong wouldn't be as stubborn as he had been in his youth about taking care of himself when sick. The shadow could only hope.

It wasn't long before they were greeted by the visage of the Great Sage — crossing his arms and raising his brows at the other before them. Leave it to the golden simian NOT to be resting like he was suppose to. Pain in the damn ass as always.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

" — you look awful."

Ignoring the reaction that was trying to escape MK at the sight of his mentor's state. It wasn't too hard to tell the kid wanted to burst into laughter BUT wanted to remain composed. Instead focusing on how to deal with getting the sick simian to bed and resting WITHOUT having to fight him on it.

"Honestly I haven't even gotten a good look at Monkey King, I just saw him rapidly changing between his other forms and could hear that he was sick. I just wasn't about to try and tempt fate when taking care of him when he can't control himself." He may look up to Monkey King and was training to be like him but he wasn't going to attempt something like this without help from someone who knew what to do.

Fortunately the trip back to Flower Fruit Mountain wasn't long, climbing down from his magic cloud before having it vanish. Quickly MK went over to knock on the door a few times and called out "Monkey King? It's me MK I came to check on you with someone-" What he saw when Monkey King opened the door made him bite down on his tongue and try to keep a straight face at the sight of Monkey King now.

Monkey king stood there in just some fuzzy pink pajama bottoms but that wasn't what made his appearance look comical. What made him appear that way was he wasn't even able to use his powers to hide how he really looked, his fur looking very fluffy on both his body and his head. Even his tail looked fluffy, the simian using a hand to move some of the fur out of his eyes to look at MK. "Kid what are you doing here and why is Macaque standing behind you?" Turning his head to the side as he let out a sneeze, quickly changing into a butterfly then an eagle and lastly a ladybug before turning back to normal.