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shootsun · 2 years

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This is not a prompt, it's just my guess on what's gonna happen on the "love potion not working" prompt. If I'm right, I want to say I called it. Macaque slips wukong a love potion to make wukong weak for him and defeat him, not for any reason or secret hopes or anything else! Only nothing changes and macaque is too disappointed surprised to even think about why nothing change

So close anon!

(but Mac did talk to SQ before this battle to get ideas - she's just trying to help them out)

Tw: spiders (if you want to avoid it start at "Wukong scurries back towards....")

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A mini spider mech crawls up his arm, and Wukong crushes it with a flick of his finger as he leaps backwards, still keeping his eyes on the Spider Queen. She stands in the middle of a steel web, laughing maniacally as she directs a swarming horde of mini spider mechs around them.

He can see Macaque poke his head out of the shadows from the corner of his vision, and MK on his other side, screaming as he swings Rúyì Jīngū Bang in a wide arc.

"Hang on, kid," he mutters as MK stumbles, his successor’s knees wobbling as another spider mech brushes the kid's arm.

Macaque drops the kid through a shadow portal, depositing him a few feet back from the fight before giving a nod to Wukong, which he returns, as the two of them sprint in unison towards Zhīzhū.

She laughs at their approach and flourishes vials of lilac coloured glowing liquid between each finger before throwing them with a terrifying accuracy.

Glass and potion shatter all around him, and he speeds up as droplets of foul-smelling ooze almost splatter across his fur.

Macaque stumbles, and Wukong can see the arc of one of the final vials headed straight for the shadow demon.

He's moving before he can think too much about it, and he gets a perfect view of Macaque's eyes widening in shock as Wukong shields the demon, the glass shattering on his back. His arms are above Macaque’s head, his legs caging the others beneath his own, and Wukong breathes in the smell of plums, rot, and fear.

He can feel the liquid seeping down his back, and he twists, moving to rip off his shirt, throwing it to the side before turning to face the Spider Queen once more.

She's grinning like she's already won, and he scowls at her as Macaque slowly gets to his feet from behind him.

"Your acid needs a little work," he taunts, and Zhīzhū crackles.

"Oh, sugar!" She squeals. "That wasn't acid, dear Sage. It was something new. Thought I'd try my hand at a love potion!"

He swallows heavily, and ignores the feeling of his stomach flip flopping.

"That won't work on me," he bluffs. He thinks. He hopes. He hasn't fallen in love in centuries. Surely a little magic venom won't change his stone heart.

She only snorts and then bolts forwards with a burst of speed that momentarily startles him.

The spider demon looks smugly triumphant, like she's already won as she strikes towards his heart, and based on Macaque's gasp from behind him, he guesses he must look woozy as all hell.

But he catches the spiked appendage, and raises the leg into the air before spinning, hefting the dragging weight of the mechanical legs with ease.

Zhīzhū screams as she’s swung through the air and flung back towards the steel webbing without warning. She collides with a wave of her mini mechs in an explosion that almost rivals fireworks.

Wukong scurries back towards MK to shield him from the flames, but Macaque has already portaled the kid away, and he can only muffle his sharp inhale of surprise as he sinks through shadows mid-step as flames curl the hair on the back of his head.

He steps out of the portal and almost runs into both Macaque and MK, the elder holding the younger back from charging into the swirling shadows.

“Ah,” Wukong says, and then MK tackles him.

“You’re okay!” MK yells, and Wukong grins down at the tearful face half smothered into his side.

“Of course, I am, bud!” He picks MK up by the upper arms and twirls him around before gently placing the kid on the ground and wrapping an arm around his still shaking shoulders.

“You did real good with all that spider stuff, you hardly panicked at all this time,” Wukong gently rocks MK back and forth with his arm, and the kid groans and shoves his head under the god’s chin.

“They were everywhere! And so gross! All those legs, ugh…” MK shudders, and he pats the back of the kid’s head as he looks for Macaque.

But the shadow demon is gone, taking advantage of the distraught teen to vanish.

Wukong huffs under his breath and returns his attention to MK.

After dropping MK off at Pigsy’s, he leaps onto his somersault cloud and spends the flight home musing.

His thoughts keep drifting back to Macaque, and he shakes his head in annoyance, trying to clear his mind, but the black furred demon keeps creeping back.

As soon as the waterfall is within sight, he dispels his cloud and drops the rest of the distance, landing beside the water in moments. He makes an effort to slow his descent so he doesn’t ruin the landscape, and once his feet hit the stone, he lets a few of his glamours drop.

Wukong ambles to his hut and allows the door to loudly swing shut behind him.

He tiredly shucks out of his boots and battle worn trousers, grimacing at the glowing lilac stains that dot all along the back of the legs.

“Well, since nothing happened, hopefully it was all a dud.” Wukong says to himself. The image of Macaque, sprawled in the dirt as he leans over, shielding the demon from the vial, plasters itself against the back of his eyes, and he scowls.

After a bath and a new pair of boxers, the god tries to sleep. He stares at his ceiling and Macaque infests his brain.

A knock startles him out of his memories, and Wukong shuffles to the door, barely registering its past midnight.

He flings open the door to see his thoughts become flesh.

“Ran out of shirts?” Macaque asks, and Wukong can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek as golden eyes trace the scars that run down his shoulders to his sides.

“Hah, no,” Wukong scoffs, resisting the urge to cross his arms over his chest. He tries to take a deep breath and almost chokes on the overwhelming scent of plums.

Macaque gulps, and he watches as the demon’s eyes wander lower down his torso until they snap back up to his face.

“You’re not wearing trousers.” Macaque’s voice is tight, and Wukong wants to laugh. It’s easier to focus on Macaque’s emotions than his own, and he lets his white knuckled grip on his self-control relax a smidge.

“Yeah, I’m in my own house.” He raises an eyebrow, and the demon trains his eyes on a spot over Wukong’s shoulder.

“And you answered the door in your boxers?” Macaque hisses out, his fingers flexing and his ears turning a hazy shade of pink.

“At this hour, I figured it was either a demon or MK, and it’d probably be more traumatizing for the kid than any of you.” Wukong shrugs as he leans against the wooden door frame.

“Buddha give me strength.” Macaque mutters under his breath, his gaze wavering over Wukong’s face before straying back over his shoulder.

“What?” Wukong doesn’t bother keeping the teasing tone out of his voice, and he can see Macaque’s eye twitch.

“How has the kid survived your teaching methods?” The demon spits, and Wukong’s strange obsession turns sour at the mention of MK.

“I’m trying, okay! And you’re one to talk, I saw those bruises, Macaque.” He finally crosses his arms and flashes his fangs in the moonlight.

“It…it wasn’t personal.” Macaque finally looks him in the eye, and Wukong sees a twinge of guilt and remorse before it’s gone.

“To him. To me, though? He’s my student, my responsibility, and you hurt him.” The god replays the events over in his mind, how Macaque had taunted and toed the line, and Wukong grits his teeth.

“I’ve apologized.” Macaque retorts.

“With words? Just cuz you helped with LBD - that’s, that’s not an apology Mac.” Wukong lashes back.

“I’m working on it!” The demon snaps, and shadows flicker at his edges as he steps onto the porch.

“Fuck, Mac, that’s not good enough!” He growls, and Macaque takes a step closer as he bares his fangs.

“Not all of us are perfect, Wukong!”

The silence hangs heavy in the air, nothing stirring until the cicadas begin to sing again.

“...Take that back.” He mutters, and Macaque scowls, doubling down with a squaring of his shoulders.

“What? That you act like you’re perfect? No, because that’s all your high and might act-” Macaque’s snarl tapers off into a choked off sound as Wukong slams his hand on the post beside the demon’s head and looms over him.

“I’ve never been perfect, and you-you of all people know that best.” Wukong growls, and Macaque’s eyes flick to his mouth hungrily as the ghost of the demon’s scar flickers across his eye.

“You’re damn right I do.” Macaque tilts his chin up, and it puts their faces a hairsbreadth apart.

Wukong heavily swallows as Macaque tilts his head to the side, ever so slightly, and their mouths just miss each other. He wants to close the distance, to bite Macaque’s slowly growing smirk and thread his fingers through dark hair and tug, and-

“I-I can’t.” He steps back, taking a deep breath as his self-control slams back down.

“Can’t what? Lower yourself to my level, Da Sheng?” Macaque breathes out, and Wukong has to curl his nails into his palm to keep from pinning the smaller to the wall of the hut.

“I can’t, because I can’t lose control right now. If I start…if I start you again, I won’t be able to stop until someone gets hurt.” He stumbles over his words as Macaque advances forward again.

“That’s never bothered you before.” The demon raises an eyebrow.

“It bothers me now!” Wukong bites out, and watches as Macaque’s face shutters shut, and the demon steps back.

“Just…what did you need, Mac?” He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“I wanted to check on you, see how you were holding up.” Macaque says coolly.

“I’m fine, I’ve been fine. I’ll be fine.” He lies.

“I can…I can see that.” Macaque nods and doesn’t move, doesn’t leave, despite how much Wukong needs him to.

“Now that that’s all said and done, can you leave now? Please?” Wukong allows a bit of desperation to slip into his voice as clouds roll over the sliver of moon.

It’s almost pitch black as Macaque scoffs and steps sideways into the shadows.

“So much for my concern,” echoes from the dark, and Wukong shatters the door jamb under his hand as he shoves off it and back into his hut.

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silverjetsystm · 1 year

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closed starter for @mypralaya

Manhattan on a weekday afternoon was its usual hustle and bustle of the masses trying to find lunch. Unseasonable warmth baked the City. Sunshine flooded beyond the skyscrapers, drenching a certain boutique office with summer’s last hurrah before winter set in. Bulletproof glass windows painted with the inhabitant’s calling card reflected blinding white. Unlike most days, the lights were on.

The inhabitant was nocturnal. Fitting for the City that never slept. Bimonthly, one would find the lights on during the day. Strange for a person who was more myth than being.

Unless there was an Emergency, only two people could get the inhabitant vertical before dusk. Dr. Sterman, his therapist, and Ms. Dastoor, Haven.

When his guest arrived, the Mission’s door swung open, allowing her to enter with the food she brought. Two red lights, almost like eyes, blinked at her in greeting. Mission was as fond of her as its inhabitant. Moon Knight, Spector, had met her when she was close to death’s door in her home country. She returned the favor with a rude, unusual friend when Marc was sitting at the bottom of substance use and self-hate.

Mr. Knight drank his first coffee of the day. Crisp, white vestments concealed the scrapes and bruises from the night before. Moon bright silver eyes eclipsed dark bags. It was as if he did not power nap when dawn kissed the City good morning.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Dastoor. Welcome to the Midnight Mission.” Haven brought out manners in him. The two of them went way back so he spared her the rest of the ritual. “Mission’s got chai ready.” Coffee mug sat on a file cabinet, “Please. Allow me,” he offered, assisting her with the packages and bags to feed the neighborhood’s hungry residents.

Beyond the front office facade, the Mission decided to stretch and experiment with styles which suited both itself and Mr. Knight’s aesthetics. Both haunted house and inhabitant favored low lighting, neutral to dark colors, and cool temperature. Tomb-like. It was a left to a kitchen with mid-century appearing appliances. Indeed, there was a saucepan on the stove, stirring itself. Fragrant spices of chai wafted through the room.

Once groceries were put away and they settled in Mr. Knight’s study, guest chair and a table pulled closer to his and therefore, Khonshu’s statue, whose eyes followed them around. “It is good to see you.” Gloved hands were steepled. “How has the month fared?”

#mypralaya #closed starter #mr k | glib guy in white #welcome to the midnight mission #//breaks out the mr k header #//puts aria of the soul on repeat #let's get this bread

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bobelblogger · 16 hours

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Spider-Gwen's Sticky Situation

Original Spider web dissolves after one hour, SG web dissolves after two hours.

Venomized Silk Cindy Moon

Spider-Gwen is out testing a new formula for her webs. Unfortunately for her the live testing of them doesn't go as well as it did in private - it turns out even she can't break the webs, as the beautiful heroine discovers when a series of misfortunes leave her trapped in her own webs in a dark alley against the wall. At ground level. With her perfect ass sticking out and barely hidden in her curve-clinging costume. In the middle of a gang's terf. Oh boy, Gwen Stacy is in trouble now.

Gwen put the final touches on her web shooters put them and her costume on then her lucky ballet shoes before making her way to the roof and masking up then donning headphones and turning on some tunes, shooting a line to the adjoining roofs water tower and vaulting into the crisp night air with zeal and eagerness of a first date, with acrobatic finesse gracefully somersaulting mid shot through the gap between a moving trains cars, arching out swung up into the sky to silhouette herself in the moon and freefell to Petty's synonymous song, her clingy costume fit snug and flexibly as a glove to a hand while she danced on air in total exhilaration, the first inkling of her spidey sense tingling warned of a danger, brought her reeling to recover, before colliding with a shadow as it flew by with a rat in its talons that slashed her arm but using her quick reflex spun off a buildings protruding flag pole and stuck to the opposite building.

"An owl, I'll follow it back to the nest, maybe its got young." webbing to an tower antenna and swung from building to building keeping up with the nocturnal nuisance, the further it flew the more annoyed Gwen became as she was soon over the more criminal part of the city and found it would stop and rest for like a century, then move on just as she considered leaving, having cycled through half an album of K!nk and The Rear Alley Guys, finally found its roost then maliciously webbed up the entrance and laughed, they would dissolve in a while anyway so what's the damage?

The first crime in progress she came upon appeared a double robbery and motorcycle jacking, two crooks on a crotch rocket belining down the street weaving between cars Gwen doubled her slinging and was on top of them as the light turned red and traffic in the other lanes began to go, the crooks saw it too late to brake and slid sideways into the oncoming cars, Gwen quickly shot two strands lassoed and carried both with her as she swung on a third strand a ways then dropped them onto an awning before landing in a plié, the bike was toast.

"Let that be a lesson to both you that crime doesn't pay, stay above the influence, Spider-Ghost out."

Before any could answer she jumped onto a wall crawled twenty stories on glass windows of an office building into a service alley before checking her web shooters, and changing the station to AGGA's album swaying her hips and head in tempo with the beat, Peter would call her music choices zany but still danced to them as she did ballet.

"I should watch his graduation speech again later, It's been so long but it still seems like yesterday."

Planting another hand suddenly lost grip on the glasses waxed surface followed by her slippers soon after, she found herself sliding and then fell off completely with alarming speed towards the ground below. 'Uh-Oh.'

Midair spun into a cartwheel to slow down while also controlling her facing direction towards the opposite building spraying webbing in a cocoon around herself and just shy of the cement by a dumpster came to rest against a brick wall, dazed and mentally rebooting from her heart stopping fall.

It was only as she gained clarity she discovered the inability to untangle or extricate her person from the thick webs,then her headphone jack came loose and her mp3 started blasting Roan Retts Reputation to the night.

Quickly she did some mental calculations on her web formula as she tried and tried to free first one foot then the other as her peeking out shapely rump wiggled, from her left the sound of heavy footsteps from the corner of her vision spied ripped tights, studed boots and black plaid skirts, Punks, atleast seven of them Gwen sensed.

"You super lost, you're way outta sorts down here, nice music, nice ass too, queer shoes though, what you on about?"

"Can you help me get loose, I'm stuck and only need my arms free, I'd really be in your debt for a time."

"This is our terf you emo rejects, leave or get stomped!" men with beards and clubs walked into view.

They too were high and aroused to bother listening, a couple gropped her ass and one removed her slippers and started tickling her feet, Gwen squirmed

A further encounter with a fellow web slinger in more ways then one. Silk with Venom have a three way with Gwen in midair.

Gwen Goblin, (Amazing Spider-Man) instead of killing Gwen, Harry bites and infects her with Goblin Virus antibodies that take over and recode her brain, now Peter can fight the woman he loves.

On one hand you've got a lot of ideas, on the other a lot of good stories, I've taken one (surprise) as a gag to write, and in return leave an idea probably not so far fetched. Nora West Allen XS (Jessica Kennedy) Super Girl (Sasha Calle) and Bizzaro (Hope Lauren) agree to a three way fastest woman race. the kicker is each lap the last to finish loses clothing, it takes place underground, on water and on the moon. The Prize is first placer gets the losers as servants for a time, the second placer gets a lifetime supply of dildos, third placer has to treadmill power a city until a new power plant is built. Good ending is anything from a tie to a celebratory super speed orgy. Bad ending is somebody plays dirty and rigs the race to win, or a unknown perp captures all three and they are never seen again. In other news, that's all folks.

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