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[eldritchlittleblackdragon]

WIP Wednesday, From my Upcoming FE Awakening Fanfic (Chrom/F!OC)

Hello everyone! I haven't done one of these in a while, but I wanted to share something I've got cooking behind the scene. This is part of a chapter for an upcoming fic, tentatively titled I Find My Faith in You.

The fic is centered around the relationship of Chrom and a non-Robin OC named Meri, whose a manakete. (But is initially pretending to be human in this current scene where she first meets Chrom.) While things start off with Meri being a bit skeptical of Chrom, they will eventually develop a romantic relationship. The story starts a year prior to Awakening, but eventually catches up to the start of the game and goes from there.

The monsterfucker in me thinks it would be very cool if Chrom could have a dragon wife and Lucina could be a manakete.

Warnings: Blood, Violence

Word Count: 1,535

She could hear the screaming outside more clearly now. The scent of smoke was in the air, and not the pleasant kind. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind now, examining the corpse of the man who tried to break into her shop.

  This was a bandit raid. And the realization turned her blood to ice.

  “Daw,” Meri’s voice was sharp, “I need you to get someone safe. Is there a place you can go?”

  Daw got shakily to his feet, his gaze snapping to hers in attempt to avoid the gruesome scene on the floor.

  “I think so. The church maybe, it’s more fortified than the other buildings in the village, yeah? I think if I can make it there, I should be relatively safe. I suspect some other folks will think the same. There’s also Old Marsden’s cellar, I suppose-”

  “Make your way to whichever is easiest for you. Try not to be seen,” Meri cut him off as she stood abruptly. “I’ll come look for you later.”

  Daw’s eyes widened, “Wait, Miss Meri, what about you? Don’t tell me you’re going out there to fight them!”

  She once again swept the spell tome into her arms, carrying it with her as she made her way to the window, studying the best place to cross through while avoiding the jagged shards of glass that still clung to the frame. She spotted a gap, and hopped through.

  “I know how to fight, should I have to. And right now, we’re under attack. I think that more than qualifies.”

  Meri attempted to take a steadying breath, to prevent herself from shaking with rage.

  This is my home. These people are my friends and neighbors. I will not cower and run as their lives are plundered, their possessions put to the torch. As they are tormented and put to the sword.

  No. I won’t allow it!

  “Miss Meri-”

  “Daw-” She hissed. Seeing his expression, she softened her tone, imploring him. “Please don’t argue with me. Go. I want my apprentice to be safe.”

  Daw hesitated for a moment. But then, he gave her a nod.

  “Aye, Miss.” After a brief pause, she heard him softly add something more. “Naga watch over you.”

  And then, he slunk back towards the back of the shop, no doubt planning to go through the back entrance. Good, thought Meri. He’ll be safer going that way.

  As for herself, she doubted Naga was watching over her. But Daw’s sentiment wasn’t lost on her. She would be careful.

Meri spotted a couple of men turning down the street, coming towards her. It didn’t take long for them to see her in kind. One drew a sword, while the other toyed with an axe.

  “Oi, you! Stay right where you are, little lady.”

  “We won’t hurt you are long as you’re willing to cooperate-”

  My intruder’s comrades. Meri flipped open her tome, quickly reciting a spell as she made a sweeping gesture, first to the left, and then the right.

  “Storm’s breath take you!”

  A strong gale buffeted the two bandits, blowing them apart and sending them into the hard stone of the buildings around them with a loud crack. One slumped down to the ground, the other just staggering back to his feet.

  “You little witch-”

  Meri didn’t let him finish, quickly loosing another gust on him that knocked him into the wall once more. Then he, too, slumped to the ground in a heap like his fellow.

  Good riddance. Now, I just need to-

  “Behind you!”

  “Huh!?” Meri nearly jumped as she whirled around at the sound of someone’s voice. But before she could identify it, another bandit was practically on top of her. He swung down with on her with a hammer, giving her barely any time to react. Meri attempted to leap from the arc of the hammer’s path, and while she managed to dodge, it came at the price of losing her footing. She fell down on her back, letting on an involuntary yelp.

  “Now I’ve got you!” The bandit attempted to wind up his attack again. “Now make this easier on me, darling, and hold still…”

  Certainly not who she heard before.

  Shit! Move! Move!

  The hammer started to come down. But then the arc was interrupted by the flash of blue and white. Meri heard metal grinding against metal. It took her a second to process it, but then she realized someone had shielded her from the attack and was now engaging her would be assailant. Meri looked up to see a fluttering white cape, a head of deep blue hair, the blade of a sword.

  “You won’t be laying on hand on her,” said the stranger. It was him she heard before, she realized.

  Meri struggled to her feet, scrambling out from behind her protector to try and take a shot to disable his opponent.

  She hurled another wind spell, the rush of air knocking the bandit off balance and breaking the standoff. The opening was clear, and her rescuer took it, cutting him down. The bandit crumpled to the ground, a pool of blood beginning to gather underneath him.

  And that was the last of them. At least where she was. She could still hear the cacophony of terror elsewhere, and the smoke was easier to spot as the sun was rising higher in the sky. It wasn’t over yet.

  Even so, Meri closed her eyes briefly, letting out a sigh of relief. That was too close for her liking. She was supposed to be attempting caution.

  “You alright?”

  “I’m fine,” she responded automatically to the query, “Thank you, I would have been in serious trouble if you hadn’t come along.” Her eyes blinked open, and when she got a look at the stranger who had come to her aide, she was caught off guard.

  Now that she saw him from the front, the first thing that grabbed her attention were his clothes. It was clear from the quality of the material and patterning that the man in front of her was a noble of some kind. But the asymmetric design of his garments and the lack of a sleeve on one sie had her a bit… puzzled.

  Then again, it wasn’t like she kept up with the fashion trends of the upper crust anywhere she went.

  “It’s no trouble,” said the nobleman. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

  The next thing she noticed was that he had a kind face. A rather handsome face too, she supposed, but the fact his expression was so disarming to her was what really drew her attention. She’d met very few people who could have that kind of effect on a person, let alone her.

  She felt her inner defenses start to gear up. She had a general distrust of nobility. But, anyone with that kind of charm in her experience was someone to be wary of.

  But he had helped her. For now, he was an ally. Someone she could trust at least circumstantially.

  “It hurt a bit when I fell over but I’m no worse for wear,” she answered, “I don’t believe we’ve met. May I ask your name?”

  “Good.” The nobleman seemed assured enough by her answer, although he still held some compassionate concern in his gaze. But then he blinked, as though just realizing she asked him a question. “Chrom. I’m Captain of the Shepherds. We were patrolling through this area when someone from the village ran to us calling for help.”

  Meri subconsciously raised an eyebrow at the introduction. He looks rather young to be a captain. Then again, if he’s a noble… “The Shepherds? You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lived here for quite a while but I’ve never heard of them before. Are they some sort of special guard or military unit?”

  “We’re more of a militia of sorts. We travel Ylisse rendering aide where we can.” Chrom’s gaze shifted towards the pillars of smoke. “I’m sorry, but I need to move.”

  Alright, here’s the part where he tells me to go find somewhere safe to hide while he runs off to go save the day. She would preempt him on that. “I can handle myself in a fight. If we work together we can cover each other and work to quell these bandits. What say you?”

  She gave him an anticipatory look, expecting him to reject the idea. But, that isn’t what happened.

  “You don’t need to convince me you’re a capable mage. I saw you take care of those two bandits earlier before, and you recovered quickly and managed to help me with the one who tried to attack you,” said Chrom. “We’ll gladly take the help. But stay close. It’s dangerous for someone like you to fight in close quarters.”

  Meri took a moment to process the answer, having been thrown off her script. But she quickly regained her bearings, and nodded. “Of course. I’ll follow behind.”

  “Let’s go, then-” Chrom paused. “Er. You’ll have to forgive me, I never asked your name.”

  “It’s Meri, Captain,” she replied. “I’m the apothecary in these parts. I’m sure we’ll have time for pleasantries later.”

  “Meri. Alright. Come then.”

[violetjedisylveon]

Red Son Can't Cry*

He physically can't cry, he can barely tear up under most circumstances because his temperature increases with his emotions and when he's emotionally enough to cry, he's too hot, the tears evaporate too quickly.

The most that happens is he gets steamy eyed cause he's upset and his body is trying to cry but the water is evaporating so he's just got steam coming from his eyes.

He thinks it's annoying and embarrassing so he tries his hardest to not even let that happen

*However, there are some circumstances where he can cry.

If he's shocked, like, really, really deeply shaken up, instead of heating up he freezes, and in that emotional state of so startled that everything basically stops, he can cry and he is a big cryer.

This only comes around if he's absolutely terrified or horrified.

Seeing his first friend crush get stabbed by his "mother" then die to try and save him would certainly do it.

I am using this for when I turn MK into a monkey popsicle in my Spicynoodles Tangled AU and that is a threat.

[cherllyio]

Some Lego Monkie Kid Memes i made for my LMK theories, but the context was destroyed as badly as Macaques' eye.

Want context? (here)

[i-am-a-fan]

LBD possessing MK and making him act smuck with a smirk on his face lives in my head rent free

I DIDNY SEE THIS ASK.

also i’m so glad. because same.

[crypticpaw]

I've read the fic but I still don't understand Bai He's powers and abilties. Could you explain them to me?

If you watch the LBD vs. Sun Wukong fight, you'll get a very good idea of what she's capable of.

But she can control those bone-shard- ice thingies, make those chain things, get into people's heads if she wants to, control the Mayor as much as she likes, etc.

I'm not very sure how to describe it either, sorry! :'3

[askblueandviolet]

hey ever considered if. MAYBE the mayor likes you. that’s why they stick around????💀

MASTER POST

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[amazingdeadfish]

Does this count as a hot take?

[imminent-danger-came]

[sourle]

This is not from a request or anything! It's just an appreciation from me:D

I wanna say thank you for 66 followers! This account actually grew quick but sadly my xss couldn't update that much:(

But as a thank you for all of you, I'm gonna write a special 66 followers!

Lmk au idea!

Highschool au

Ohohohoho I'm gonna LOVE this so much! I think MK would be a junior alongside Mei. As they both are the youngest in the original lmk.

Both Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy would be a senior. I like to think they're the nerd group, as Tang being the smartest yet dumbest, Pigsy being the short feral gremlin, while Sandy is the group mom.

Now Wukong would definitely be the popular type. Being he's a legend and all(just think of this highschool accept any kind of people or demon k?:]).

Macaque would be the quite kid, yet popular because of how he looks. Let's be real here, he's the fakest of them all.

Nezha would be that one kid who's smart yet strict and probably a teachers pet-

Red son is the quite kid who's focus on his work only. He despised long conversation and can't stand being near people so being the red head he is. He's the kid who's always alone.

The Spider Queen and her minions (*cough* family *cough*) would be a bully. I ain't takin' my words back, i can imagine them definitely putting a kid on the ceiling in the hallways or next to the classroom wall for shet and giggles.

LBD is that one pretty girl who's manipulative in any kind of way. While mayor is that one simp nerd who would definitely carry a red carpet for LBD if he can.

Now comes you. A (not so) innocent baby being moved into their highschool in any reason:)

You being a newbie and doesn't know around the school of course will given the opportunity to explore but with someone guiding you, wether it's a teacher or student no one cares.

On high chances it's probably Mei or MK since both are i don't know. Teachers favorite for being the class clown.

It doesn't matter which one you got both will definitely be there to guide and show you around.

And here comes the fun part!

You, Mei, and MK ended up making a trio group! Bringing the school into chaos with you tree pranks.

Then come along Red son after some unexpected events of making all his school notes burned to ashes.

Which you tree have to fix. But it all end with red joining you guys group. How? Ask Mei and MK-

You don't interact alot with Macaque knowing he hates conversation so you left him alone. That is until your bumb into each other, you apolagizing and saying bye to each other before going on your part was the only interaction so far.

Now with Wukong it's hard to tell, he's the first to approach you with his flirty remarks and such. If you're oblivious then congrats, he's gonna laugh at you before being dragged away by MK.

You and Nezha didn't interact alot, being him always avoiding people and rather be himself or just close friends.

But you both do talk with each other, it's usually about homework and stuff that needed to be completed or just you asking for his help for an upcoming test.

Now with the comfort group aka Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy you actually interact with them frequently being Mei and MK is (somehow) also part of their group.

Pigsy is those type of friends who would get overprotective, Tang is definitely your study buddies when it comes to history or just mathematics really.

While Sandy is your comfort friend, being he's the gentle one out of all! So you trusted him easily.

As for now i only got this au ideas. Send me your thoughts on this au since i wanna know if it's interesting enough!

[clownqueenofprom]

Chosen

Sick of waiting for someone to write a Lady Bone Demon-centric story so I’m doing it myself

When she was born, the air was bitter, and the sky was sickly.

She’d awoken from a heinous dream, in which a skeleton with its lips painted red stood over a world in shambles- and apparently, the real world was no better.

There was no love or light in sight, and drops of rain randomly and irregularly hit her face, as if the rainwater didn’t want to be there, either.

Like any good newborn, she screamed at first, jumping up and swatting her arms at nothing.

She heaved, taking in as much of the putrid oxygen that she could stand, welcoming and hating it as it enters her lungs, like a two-faced bastard welcoming his worst enemy into his home for the sake of appearances.

“Oi!” She heard a man’s voice call along with something else, though she was unable to make out the words.

Her hearing was muffled, like she was underwater- though the unforgiving smell of smoke and pollution riding on the air refused to let her forget that she wasn’t drowning, but breathing.

Breathing- yes, breathing. She was breathing. She was alive.

Her mouth opened and closed, trying to find words to say, names to call out, but nothing came. Her eyes stung, and she frantically rubbed at them. They burned with dirt, soot, and from the smoke in the air.

Once her eyesight had stabilized to ‘just a little bad’ she had the cruel misfortune of being able to look around.

In the air, there was smoke. On the ground, there was fire. Her ears rang, as if trying to drown out the sounds of shouting and screaming for her convenience.

As far as she could see, troops were being pulled back, supposedly finding the wreck they’d created of this town to be sufficient.

She saw whatever belongings that were salvageable being picked out of the rubble and stored, and the dead being picked up by surviving men and piled onto the backs of carts to be dumped into mass graves.

Carts like the one she was on. Her nose stung with sudden realization, and she took a moment to look around herself.

She was sitting on one of the carts carrying away the dead, surrounded by putrid corpses.

Her vision instantly blurred and she screamed, taking her first steps as she pushed out of the cart and stumbled into the dust.

The man who called out earlier said something again, voice rough and angry. He grabbed her by the arm, words slurred together as he cursed and jabbed at her, calling her clumsy and useless and stupid.

He spoke with familiar hatred, as if he’d known her for several years and despised each one, but she’d never seen the man in her life.

She’d never seen anyone here, for that matter.

His dirty handprints had bruised her arm by the time he let go, shoving her into line with a bunch of elderly, sick, injured, women and children.

Their faces were wicked, mouths curled in contempt, expressions forming hideous snarls and sending anyone and everything dirty looks, as if looking for someone to hate- as if their situation wasn’t enough.

The had no idea how to speak or what to say, so she huddled into the crowded corner of the ashy tents, nearest the other lonely-looking women.

Whenever she looked away from the ball she’d curled herself into, she could see the women’s eyes- clutching onto their hatred like soldiers held their swords.

She looked away.

Eventually, men came and plucked the older boys from the tent, forcing them into work, too. She watched as the contagious were burned and the elderly were beheaded to whittle down mouths to feed, too afraid to move.

Maybe she wasn’t alive after all, she thought. Maybe she was an awful person in the life she couldn’t remember and this was Hell.

And then a little boy tugged at her sleeve.

He called her by a name she did not recognize, and she stared at him in response, looking down into his eyes, eyes that held so much sorrow and madness that if he told her he’d served in the imperial army for forty years, she’d believe him.

Despite it all, he smiled a big, toothy grin, closing his eyes and sniffling as a bit of snot escaped him.

“Big sis-ter don’t be sad,” he’d stuttered, tripping over his words. “Big sis alw-always protect me. Big sis my hero! She- she save the world one day!”

Her throat was dry and it hurt to breathe, but she laughed, tears that had been waiting for hours to flow washing away the dirt in her eyes.

She laughed and she pet the boy’s head, and she screamed and thrashed and cried when he was taken away to he burned with the rest of the sick, even though she couldn’t remember his name, or who he was.

An old woman, who, big surprise, she didn’t know either, took a wooden ladle and beat her with it as punishment for her outburst in response to the boy being taken, dragging her back inside the tent when she tried to run out after the boy.

“It’s hopeless,” said one of the oldest men, moments before he slipped into unrest, never to wake again.

Beside herself with rage for the little boy’s death, she stood while the others sulked.

“You are all fools!” She’d said. They looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

“You’re giving up and throwing your children to that mess? For what? Can’t you see that you, as the people are still here? Rebuild, I beg of you!” She pleaded. “Try!”

She spoke for this random village she had no attachment to as if it were her own, like it was her own child. Why, she had no idea.

One of the old crones from the corner scoffed in response. “The village beauty,” she sneered. “Always the first to lose it.”

“Yeah,” A teenage girl agreed. “We’re not the gods, you know. We can’t just magic our village back! And even if we could, those hooligans will just burn it down again!”

The teen jabbed an accusing finger at her, as if it were all her fault.

“Who can save us!?” She demanded, voice shrill and bitter. “Who can possibly fix this?”

For that, she had no answer and faltered. The boy’s face flashed before her eyes, clearing her vision and guiding anger back into her tone.

“If you cannot help yourself, then I will find somebody who can!” She snapped. “I’m not going to give up on all of you, no matter how faithless and unsightly you’ve all become!”

The crones howled in injustice and the old men jeered at her, calling her slurs and names. She blocked them out, leaving with her dignity and faith.

The next days of her life found her finding that she didn’t need to use the bathroom, or drink water, no matter how much she wanted some.

The gods decided to favor her one day, and she found a clear river with water to drink from. In it, she saw for the first time her reflection.

The face she saw, she did not recognize.

Before the month ended, she had found another village- this one not in ruins. It was bustling and busy yet poor and beggarly, all of its money and taxes fiendishly boarded by the village’s gluttonous lord.

I ought to give that fat cat a stern talking too, she thought, but the lord refused to see a woman outside of the bedroom, let alone for a political discussion.

She had no power to do anything! She was angry, so regretful that she’d been born a woman with no status, or even a name to her unfamiliar face that her own flesh cowered before her anger, molding and reshaping itself.

The next day, she entered the rich man’s mansion as an innocent old man, demanding that he share his wealth with his citizens.

Apparently, while being a man might grant you an audience with the land’s lord, it certainly did not mean he would listen to anything you have to say.

But she didn’t let it get her down- she could shapeshift! Who cared if this meant she was likely a demon now, infesting a skeleton and wearing her human corpse like it was a designer hat?

Imagine all the people she could help with such a power! The lives she could save! Her very own flesh quivered in fear of her rage. Soon, all evil would feel the same way.

As if she’d been newly awakened, she was greeted by her first- or second dream that very night, sleeping outside among other homeless people.

A kind-hearted boy on the heavier side with a warm, handsome face waved to his people, eyes slightly watery as their city flourished under his care.

Beneath the ground, six feet under, was the fat lord the citizens currently lived under and his lustful son, side by side, souls being pried from their corpses and pulled into the Diyu for their sins.

If only that boy were real, she thought that day, as she packed her things to move on to the next area.

And then she saw him.

Shopping for bread, smile as warm as the sun as he treated each person he came across with kindness and compassion. The lord’s son, she’d soon found out. His second son, the son of not his wife but his mistress, who could never inherit the land unless his father and brother were gone.

If a moment, vile thoughts filled her head.

If the other two were gone, she thought, then this kind man would rule peacefully, unlike his oafish father and brother.

But no- she couldn’t possibly. Just because she had a dream about it didn’t make it real.

A colder side of her whispered; “But how did your dream know the son’s face? A face that which you’ve never seen? Look at these people,” it hovered over her, its lying tongue flicking against her ears. “They need you. Do you think you had that dream for no reason? Don’t be a fool, girl.”

She packed her things as quickly as possible. She wanted to run away from this. She decided against the unholy thoughts that invaded her mind, asking her to do things she, as a human, could not possibly do.

The cold side of her snapped and snarled, curling against her flesh. Wickedness and seething rage twisting its voice, it spoke to her again.

“You’re not human.”

These words played on repeat in her mind, hands trembling as she poisoned the lord’s wine in the garb of a servant, wearing the face of an old woman.

They went from a whisper to a raw-throated scream when she stopped by the lord’s mistress’ room, and stained by her side for a few hours and she sobbed into her plush pillow, patting her back, and assuring her that everything would be okay, as if she couldn’t see the bruises, burns and bites that marred her arms and neck.

“Why do men like that walk the Earth?” The poor woman cried, dirtying her expensive blankets with snot and tears.

“Dear Lord, strike him down!” She begged, hands clasped in frantic prayer to anyone who would listen. “Demons, claim him for your Hell! Take him away, please! Somebody! Somebody!”

She’d fallen asleep that night, only to be greeted with another dream. The demon hidden beneath her flesh shivered with excitement, twitching underneath her skin.

It tugged and pushed her all around the dream, pointing and showing her what it wanted her to see like an excited child pointing and laughing at a jester.

The lord was to be buried with his late first wife, and his eldest son near. No one attended the funeral, callously rejoicing in the streets and in their homes that their wicked lord and his wicked son were dead.

The mistress’ eyes watered with relief as she hugged her son, who was greeted by the people who shook his hand and bowed to him.

“Call to me,” the skeleton wrapped her bony fingers around the mistress’ shoulders.

The words were spoken to the mistress, but were meant for her. “Call to me, and it is yours.”

A day later, she smiled for the first time in a long time. She smiled, because this time, it wasn’t just a dream.

It was real. At her hands, in response to a prayer, two men had died. Two men who were surely being welcomed by Hell’s embrace.

Poisoned wine turned sweet as chugs were sold by the dozen in the square, the bustling city ablaze with happiness and hope she hadn’t seen since her birth.

This wasn’t a punishment, she decided. She wasn’t an awful human, cursed to remain on Earth as a skeleton demon. She helped people! She could make a difference if she just held on!

It hurt at first, sure. Sure, she’d seen a lot of things she didn’t want to see, and would have liked to forget. Maybe she didn’t like… killing people.

But that is why she was reborn a demon. A demon with magic power unfamiliar to the world of man. It may hurt, but nobody else would bother doing it. There was a reason for everything, wasn’t there?

She was chosen for this.

Perhaps that is how she was able to hold on for so long.

She had continued her work in several other areas. She had held many positions of power over her years, ceremoniously being called names such as, The White Bone Spirit, Baigujing, or The Lady Bone Demon. She wore whatever face necessary to her goal- nay, her purpose.

She advised countless leaders, eased political tensions, and worked in trade over the Silk Road. Every now and again, she would succeed. But mortals were finicky, evanescent, parasitic creatures that either took or were taken from and stomped their morals out like lights at the slightest gust of wind.

Nothing ever lasted.

She wasn’t doing enough. She hadn’t gone far enough.

Her blessed precognition had even been failing her lately, replaying the same horrid vision of her demon prying itself from her flesh and smiling hauntingly as it engulfed the world in blue flame, eating light and darkness alike.

She’d soon begin avoiding sleep. There was much to do, and none of that was obsessing over a nightmare.

Much to do, yes… she thought. She wasn’t doing enough. Helping cities individually was inefficient and there was nothing guaranteeing that it would stay that way. She needed to talk to the person in charge. Somebody with real power!

Today, her skeleton wails in injustice as she stands at the feet of the imperial palace, dressed in white and pink traditional robes, face carefully made up and jewelry adorning her hair.

She carefully folds her hands behind her back and heads up the stairs. She doesn’t care how long it takes.

Destiny cannot be hurried.

[eldritchlittleblackdragon]

Sharing a Quick Snippet from Meri and Chrom's C-Support, just a bit of Chrom's internal thoughts. (I chose to write it from his POV but not sure if it will be all his POV or if it will alternate between him and Meri since the main fic will likely be alternating POV.)

He had been worried about Meri since she accepted his offer. She was polite, and kind, particularly to the younger or more introverted members of the militia. She seemed to take to her new duties and the daily routines of the Shepherds rather quickly. But what wasn’t as quick was her ability to trust. She was a bit more willing to be personable with some, but with most she maintained a certain distance. He couldn’t really blame her for that with what little he’d managed to gather about her and her life up until they’d crossed paths, but…

She didn’t seem too happy about having to withhold that trust.

Chrom absolutely wanted everyone in the militia to be comfortable. He wanted her to be able to trust her fellow Shepherds. He wanted her to trust him as her Captain, but moreso, he hoped he could be a friend to her. She was brave, and smart, and seemed to be of a like mind to him even underneath her veneer of cynicism. Admittedly, he also couldn’t help but be intrigued by the fact that she was a manakete – a shape-shifting dragon.

Of course the Divine Dragon, Naga, the goddess worshipped by a majority of his people had been one. He heard tales of dragons being pivotal in saving the world, as well as being the driving force trying to end it. But he’d never thought he’d see let alone meet one of flesh and blood. And yet, here she was – very much real, intently watching a bubbling beaker of liquid heated by a small flame.

It was sights like this- of her going about her normal business, that made him briefly forget that she was, in fact, a dragon. The only trait she had in this form that marked her as anything other than human were her long, pointed ears – something she’d been hiding before. Their discovery was how she ended up here, really.

Well, they were part of it, at any rate.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Day 3: Patience/Focus

Prompt List

 Pt. 3 of The Empire of Samadhi AU

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 (you are here) | Pt. 4

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: Red Son is the son of an old empire, Mei is the daughter of a new one. Red Son, consumed by fire, was put into an induced stasis sleep to stop the world from burning until his family can find a way to safely remove the fire. They find a way but he never wakes up. Hundreds of years later he awakes to discover his power resides within another as she stares at him with wide eyes on fire.

To wield the fire of Samadhi requires focus. To survive around such idiocy, Red Son requires more patience than he practised whilst creating said fire of Samadhi. But before that, Mk wakes up with a spider on his nose.  

Mk woke up warm. 

He hadn’t been warm in a long time. 

Well, honestly he hadn’t really woken up in a long time. It was all muffled sounds, freezing cold and blurry bits of scenes unfolding in front of him here and there while he was unable to move or think clearly. It was… weird to be warm and be able to twitch his fingers without first being told to. But… nice. He really thought it was a dream at first. 

He could hear muffled voices, two of them. One familiar and one not. His body ached despite the warmth as he slowly gained consciousness. His vision started out a little blurry when he opened his eyes, then adjusted after a few moments and he was greeted with a small black spider sitting on his nose. 

Mk screamed. 

He was already halfway up the cave wall, cramming himself into a space he could fit by the time Someone came running in, fire flickering around them. They looked around wildly, alarmed, fists clenched and guard up. 

“Mk!” 

The voice was loud and panicked and Mk would recognize it anywhere. 

“Mei!” 

He didn’t really think before he was practically launching himself off the cavern wall and at his best friend. He realized maybe it wasn’t the best course of action when he noticed how high up he’d been--and when he processed the fact she was on fire--but by then it was too late. 

Mei yelped as he slammed into her from above and they both went crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs, rings and fire. 

Fire filled the cavern in a small, startled explosion. Mk’s skin burned with a distant memory of pain he couldn’t place the origin of, but before long it was clear the flames weren’t actually touching him. Despite the realization his breathing still came more shallowly than usual for some reason. 

Mei grabbed his hand and pulled him through the smoke and flames to the mouth of the cavern. Mk shielded his eyes and gripped back tightly, the warmth of her hand seeping into his fingers and even up his arm. She was really there. 

They stumbled out coughing. 

“What is wrong with you people?” came an incredulous voice, one Mk didn’t recognize. 

He glanced up, coughing and waving away smoke to try and see who it was coming from. 

“Oh!” Mk said when he saw him. “Hello! You’re really scary looking!” 

And he was pretty scary looking. With hair about as red as it could get, like, ripe tomato red, or maybe hot pepper red. It was reminiscent of many of the vegetables and different fruits he had seen in Pigsy’s kitchen over the years. He was dressed like Mk remembered his Shifu’s distant ancestor dressing in paintings and books. The clothes of a king, or maybe a prince or emperor, unmarred and pristine aside from it being a little dusty with streaks of ash and soot. His scowl was probably the scariest thing. That and his eyes, dark enough to be compared to coal, with just as little life in them. Honestly he looked like he was missing something very important, though Mk couldn’t begin to tell what it was. A smile maybe? 

The man before him puffed out his chest a bit, looking almost proud. “Well at least someone knows I-” 

“Don’t mind him,” Mei said to him dismissively, “he’s a big ol softie. He’d faint if we held hands in front of him.” 

He spluttered. “I would not-” 

“Oh,” said Mk, beaming. “Well, that’s a relief! It’s nice to meet you then, mister.” 

The man spluttered. 

Mei held up their intertwined hands for the man to see, grinning widely. “Look, grandpa. Holding hands.”

The man's entire face went nearly as red as his hair. He spat curses at them as he turned around and stomped away, kicking up ash as he went. 

“Um…” said Mk. “He seems nice.” 

“You get used to him,” Mei shrugged. She squeezed his hand lightly and glanced at him. “You okay?” 

Mk blinked. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m good. Uh… how are you?” 

Mei laughed. 

At first, Mk was going to start laughing along with her, despite his confusion. But then he realized it was different from her normal laugh. It wasn’t light or giggly. It lacked that unrestrained joy that always erupted from her when she laughed. It was drenched in heavy, heavy relief. The shaky kind of relief that Mk had felt after a close brush with death during training. 

Then it stuttered. 

His best friend in the whole world sucked in a shuddering breath, and suddenly she was crying. Her voice was shaking between a laugh and a sob as she pulled him into a hug and held on so tightly and crushing that it made it hard to breathe. 

“Mei?” He choked out. “Are you okay?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder and a piece of her hair got in his mouth. He half-spat half-blew it out of his mouth. He made a mildly grossed out noise. “Ew, ew, hair in my mouth-” 

Her next laugh was torn from her like a sob and he could feel it through his entire body. 

She gripped him tighter. 

Something wasn’t right here. 

“Mei?” 

She only buried her face in his shoulder, her entire frame trembling. Mk could feel the heat from her and from the rings hovering above them. They were heavy. It almost felt like massive weights hovering over them, threatening to crash down and crush them. 

With her hair out of the way Mk glanced up to look at the angry red-haired man questioningly, but whatever he was going to ask died in his throat before he could even lay eyes on him. For the first time, he saw beyond the cavern and the people in front of him. 

And there was nothing but black. 

Nothing but a desolate wasteland of ashes as far as he could see. 

Mk gripped Mei back tightly, knees suddenly feeling like jello. 

“What… What happened?” 

Mei held him tighter still and all Mk could do was glance at the angry man with a lost look. 

The man rolled his eyes at him. “Don’t look at me, peasant. I’m not the one with the fire.” 

Mk glanced at his best friend in his arms and startled as he saw his hands for the first time. 

Burns stretched over his fingers, his hands, small ones, and bad ones that looked like they would never ever go away. 

Mk let out a small choked sound. 

“What-?”

“I’m sorry, Mk,” Mei choked out between sobs. “I’m sorry-” 

Mk wasn't sure what was happening, what had happened. He didn’t know where they were or who they were with or why his hands and everything around them was burned, or why he was afraid to look at the rest of himself, or why the clothes he was wearing felt scratchy and uncomfortable and unfamiliar. He didn’t know what the rings were floating over their head or why the fire in the cave hadn’t burned him. He didn’t know why he could only remember being cold for so long, or why now he felt warmer than ever. He didn’t know why a tiny part of him buried away in his chest felt nervous near his best friend. 

Mk didn’t know what was happening, but the one thing he did know is that his best friend was crying. His best friend was crying and needed him right now. That was something he could understand just fine. 

He hugged her back just as tight, squeezing until she could feel like her shaking sobs were steadied by his arms. “It's okay,” he said. “It's okay, Mei, I’m here.” 

He held her tightly and Mei fell apart in his arms. 

Mei and her friend talked just outside the mouth of the cave for a long time. Far too long in Red Son’s opinion. They had places to be. But when he’d attempted to tell the Dragon girl that, she’d actually snarled at him. Her friend’s hand on hers seemed to be the only thing that stopped her from actually trying to barbeque him. 

The amount of patience he required just being around the two of them was already exhausting. He missed the days he could simply incinerate annoying people like them. 

Eventually they stopped talking. After Mei had stopped crying. After Mk had stopped crying. After they had both stopped clinging to each other like children and crying, they finally approached him, still holding hands in a disgusting display of affection. 

“Teach me,” Mei said. 

“No,” Red Son said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Please?” Mk said, shuffling in place. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his free hand so he tapped it on the side of his leg awkwardly, arm swinging out away from him a bit after every tap. He was such a strange one. There was something about him, Red Son couldn’t put his finger on it, but it made him suspicious. 

“No,” Red Son snarled again, this time with more venom. It was highly entertaining to watch Mk flinch, up until he glanced at Mei and saw absolute murder in her eyes. Red Son cleared his throat and looked away. “I’m not teaching you anything.” 

“You taught me how to use the fire to save Mk,” Mei pointed out, infuriatingly correct. 

“That’s different,” Red Son hissed out. “You weren’t fighting, so I did what I had to.”

“Well,” said Mk, chiming in in the most annoying way possible. “Wouldn't it be easier to get places if Mei knew how to use the…” he faltered a bit, glancing up at the rings hovering above Mei’s head. One of them was nearly directly over his head. Red Son narrowed his eyes and watched how Mk’s grip on Mei’s hand tightened. She squeezed back which seemed to give Mk enough steadiness to continue. “I just mean if we run into any other problems it would be better if one of us with big ol’ world-destroying power knew how to use it.” 

He made a good point. A horrible good one. Good enough that it made Red Son grind his teeth and dig his nails into his arms until it hurt. 

“It’s my fire,” Red Son said through gritted teeth. He missed the way his hair would flame up when he felt this way. He missed how his eyes would spark and people would stumble away, terrified of his power. As it was, the two in front of him simply stood, unphased. Mk was the only one looking even the slightest bit uncomfortable. 

“Duh,” Mei said, rolling her eyes at him. “But if any of us die you won’t be getting your fire back-” 

“The only one here capable of dying,” said Red Son, “is your friend here.” Mk flinched. Red Son pretended not to feel satisfied by it. 

“Alright, your highness,” Mei said suddenly, releasing Mk’s hand and stepping forward. Although he’d suggested she call him your highness on several different occasions, the way she said it was devoid of any real respect. The rings above her got hotter and brighter, the fire lashing and reflecting in her eyes from within. “You shut up and listen. If you die, you won’t get your fire cause you’ll be dead. If I die, you won’t get your fire because everything will probably burn to nothing. And if Mk dies you can kiss your sweet fire goodbye because I will burn you and everything else myself if anything happens to my best friend, got it?”

Truly, her tone was something reminiscent of Red Son’s mothers. Threatening, scolding and terrifying all at once. 

Red Son very nearly took a step back. 

He cleared his throat. “Well… I suppose things would go… faster if you were not quite so useless.” 

“Right,” Mei said, crossing her arms, unamused. 

Red Son straightened up, keeping his chin tilted up. “I am not doing this because you tried to threaten me.” 

“Of course not,” Mei said dryly. 

Red Son bristled. “Whatever, dragon girl. Pull yourself away from your friend and I’ll show you how not to be a useless sack.” 

“Thanks, grandpa!” Mei chirped, quite suddenly smiling brightly. She skipped back to Mk and took his hand in hers once again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

Red Son scoffed.

“Um, yes, thank you Mister uh… Mister…” Mk trailed off, looking a little lost. 

Red Son groaned. He tilted his head back for just a moment to pray for the long-suffering patience required to hold a conversation with these uncultured peasants. “The Demon of Samdhi. Or at least I’m told by your friend that it is now my title.” 

Mk jolted. His head snapped up and he gaped at Red Son. 

“Wait- you’re… you’re-” 

Mei patted his shoulder. “Oooo… Yeah… I forgot to mention. Um. Mk…this is… well, the Demon of Samadhi!” She paused then waved her free hand back and forth. “Surprise…aha….” 

Mk made a small choking sound. He looked quite pale. “M…Mei are you sure um… are you sure traveling with the… him is a good idea…?” He nervously glanced back at him. 

Red Son bared his teeth at him in a wide grin. Mk took a step back. 

It was horribly satisfying. 

At least until Mei shoved her hand into his face to cover it and shoved him down out of Mk’s sight, completely ignoring his indignant cursing and outrage. “Ah, don’t worry about him. He’s a big softie.” 

“I will kill you,” Red Son hissed. 

“See?” Mei said. “Softie.” 

“Oh,” said Mk, like he had complete faith in Mei’s judgment of character. “Phew, that’s a relief. Glad to have you on our side Mr. Demon of Samadhi!” 

“I am not on your side-” Red Son attempted to choke out to no avail. They completely ignored him. 

“Well, Sifu,” Mei said. “When do we start?”  “When you get your hand off my face.”

“Samadhi is a meditation and a form of concentrated focus. Its meaning is a form of… bringing things together. I harnessed it to create the most concentrated form of fire that exists in this world.” 

Mei sat cross legged on the ground in front of Red Son as he paced before her, his arms held behind his back loosely. She had a bored look on her face, one elbow resting on her knee and her chin in her hand. He ignored her blatant disrespect and continued. 

“A true wielder of my fire, should be able to become one with it, to make it their own and wield it through the practice of meditation and focus.” His lip curled as he watched Mei glance at where a gust of wind was blowing up some loose ash. “Though I doubt you will be able to do such a thing.” 

“Ehhhh… what was that?” Mei glanced back at him. 

Red Son sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you want to learn you are going to have to listen.” 

“I’m listening!” Mei said, rocking back and forth. “I’m listening real good.” 

“If I could kill you right now, I would,” Red Son said. 

“But you can’t,” Mei sing-songed. She giggled and winked at him. 

“I hate you so much. You are a disrespect to my fire.” He turned to Mk and barked. “You there!” 

Mk nearly fell backwards where he was balancing on a blackened boulder. His arms windmilled and flailed until he got himself steady and he stood up ramrod straight, with his arms at his sides.”Yes! What? I’m listening!” 

Red Son groaned into his hands. “Of course, of course I’m stuck with two of the biggest idiots-” He exhaled sharply and looked up at them. “If either of you want to understand my fire you are going to have to start paying attention-” 

“But I’m hungyyy,” Mei complained, continuing her rocking back and forth. “There’s nothing to eat around here.” 

“And thirsty,” Mk added. 

Red Son squinted at them both. “Idiots.” 

He bothered to glance around. He had to admit, there was some concern to be had for the lack of resources. Red Son, of course, could go a very long time without those types of substances. Mei as well if his fire sustained her the way it had always sustained him. 

But Mk was another matter. 

He was more mortal than either of them. Lack of sleep got to him quickly. Even more quickly in the form of eating away at his attention. Food and water were another thing he clearly could not do long without and there was no telling how long he’d been without it already under the white lady’s influence. 

And as long as Mk was distracted Mei would likely also remain distracted due to her worry for him and they’d blame him for it because of course they would. 

“Fine,” he said. He planted his feet firmly on the ground to get their attention before he started his declaration. “We will continue this lesson after you two get yourself some sort of substance to consume.” 

Mei blinked. “Uh… Samadhi Sifu… I don’t know how to tell you this, but… there’s not really… anything here…” 

She gestured to the wasteland stretching around them. Red Son could still feel the fire going on under his feet. The only thing for miles around were half-melted boulders and rocks in a pattern that made Red Son assume it had once been a stream or river of sorts. The fire had long since eaten up any water that had run through it previously. 

Mk blinked slowly, one eye closing and opening sooner than the other, a little off-beat.  

“I know that,” Red Son snapped. “That’s why we’re going somewhere else.” 

“Uhhhh…” said Mei. “Where… exactly?” 

“I don’t have time to explain,” Red Son threw up his hands. “Ugh. Just- stand up, fool.” 

Mei rolled her eyes but she did as she was told. 

“Give me some fire.” 

Mei blinked. “Huh?” 

“Fire. Just-” Red Son sighed. “Just light the rings.” 

“Oooookay…” Mei said slowly. She closed her eyes and after a moment the rings above her flickered to life. 

Without missing a beat, Red Son snatched a bit of flame from the rings. Mei made a little surprised sound, leaning forward curiously. He tried not to bask under her clear admiration. He may not have been able to create his own fire now that it had been stripped from him, but he could still wield it just fine. 

…In small amounts at least. 

“Cool…” Mei said as she watched him draw the circle of flame on the ground. 

“This,” Red Son said, “is a gateway. It will take us outside of the range of the fire, but only for a temporary time. Then we will be transported back here.” 

“So… it's like… yo-yo teleportation?” Mk asked, glancing over Mei’s shoulder to see the circle. 

Red Son spluttered. “What? That-that is an offensively simple way to put it-” 

“But he’s not wrong,” Mei interrupted with a grin. 

Red Son contemplated throwing them both into the circle and then running away, but that would simply be foolish and separate him from his fire. Instead he cursed their ashes under his breath and finished drawing the spell out. 

“Do you want food or not?” He gritted out. 

That at least got them moving into the circle and shutting their mouths. At least temporarily. 

“Let’s go, Sifu Samadhi,” Mei said. 

“I hope the saying of mortals melting in these portals is true for you two,” he said before activating it. 

“Wait,” Mk said. What-?” 

The portal burst into flames.

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[kiwisandpearls]

honestly in watching season 2 for my lmk fic, I am reminded as to why the Lady Bone Demon is my favorite out of all the current villains in Lego Monkie Kid.

we have a full season of build up (season 2) to show why she’s such a potential threat to our main characters, but we don’t ever get an idea of how powerful she’s become in that season until she strikes and completely folds MK and gang, taking away Wukong’s staff, causing them to have to retreat.

we don’t see much of her in the next season as most of her dirty work is done by macaque, but in the final few episodes when we learn her goal and why she wants to ‘fulfill destiny’ it makes her so interesting.

especially in comparisons to other villains I’ve seen in general imo. She has good goals, she just wants to make the world a better place, or at least ‘better’ in her eyes. And to her it’s gotten to the point where the only way she can achieve that is to simply start the world anew. It’s not good and the story doesn’t try to trick into think it’s good of her to be doing that, but the goal itself is a noble one.

and while she might not be strong power level wise she’s very intimidating. You don’t even have to look any further than the fact that out of all villains the LBD was probably the one that shook MK up the most after her defeat. Especially with her ominous warning to him; “we both fight for what we think is right, that pursuit only leads to one thing…to pain.” Even outside of the actual story, I personally think she’s really intimidated, the way she moves, those weird whispers, everything about her just screams ‘eerie’ in a way I don’t think many of the other LMK villains have been able to capture.

season 5 spoilers under this line so if you don’t want to get spoilers you can stop here

heck she even (kinda) comes back in season 5! Well…it’s not actually her but still. And she clearly still terrifies MK. And technically, she was main catalyst for a good chunk of the events after MK’s kinda but not really encounter with her. She told (and showed) him he’d have to sacrifice himself and that was his purpose, that’s why he was brought into the world. And maybe this is just me but after their kinda but not really encounter…you cannot tell me that MK wasn’t nearly about to spiral into a full blown panic attack if he hadn’t hugged Wukong.

all this to say, Lady Bone Demon is my favorite MK villain, nay one of my favorite villains of all time and I personally believe she was one of LMK’s major peaks in terms of story writing

[beauleifu]

WHO WANTS TOXICINSANITY ANGST

[crypticpaw]

I bet Bai He couldn't even walk into an arcade without getting stared at.

In my LMK headcannon/fanfic universe, yeah.

Since the "old mayor" "stepped down from his post" and "went missing", a new mayor assumed his position with an anti-demon propaganda that has now started to cause problems through the city!

So people and the police force have started to be hostile towards innocent demons, yaoguai and even celestials. Even with MK and the gang to save the world, fear mongering has been doing a number on the supernatural and mystic folk living in Megapolis.

This is a super cool concept that I really, really, really want to explore more in future fanfics!!!!

[askblueandviolet]

Hey Mayor, what's a memory that you really like and/or will never forget?

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