#no monk fruit though

[yearofthefishes]

bad tummy time

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

I’ve been craving something warm so I think I’ll try and make Dongji-patjuk. But I’m going to change it a it. Make it more like how wheat bix turns out lol. Use a heap less rice flour and mix it with soy milk lol

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Frank! fantasy flavor!

rambles:

i really wanted to blend that monk-class inspiration w/ Frank's personal vibe... i like to think that i Succeeded!

i turned his tie into a sort of brooch since, yk. bowties aren't all that Fantastical. they miss the style. also i think they'd be more comfortable with something smaller since he's very active and needs a wide range of maneuverability

i bet Eddie or someone wheedled them into adding the leather shoulder pauldrons - leather to keep it a bit more flexy, and also. it just looks Cool!

figuring out what would replace his vest was tough. i didn't want them to be entirely unprotected, but i couldn't give him straight armor. though i will admit! a sort of tight-fitting crop top was Considered! but i landed on a gambeson vest as the best fit - comfortable, flexible, a Vest, while providing some level of protection! also, gambesons are quilted, which fits Frank's diamond-checkered vest!

ive already mentioned that one of my favorite outfit things is Flowy Pants Tucked Into Boots, so... that choice wasn't very character driven. except the boots are a tall ankle wrap - for that extra stability and strength! their shoes are pretty flexible and are only a few steps away from being slippers.

and the half-skirt - open skirt? - thing (still don't know what its called) is purely some self indulgence. i think Frank looks great in skirts!! also imagining him Throwing Down w/ the added flair of the skirt... damn. it'd probably help confuse enemies too - what're they gonna do next? who knows! the skirt is in the way and adding extra Movement!

i like to think that his knife is either in a sheath attached to the back of the belt, or they have it on their thigh (under the skirt) like Wally's bag. he probably never uses it... punching is the way to go for Frank methinks. it's probably reserved for cutting ropes and fruit

speaking of punching.... wrist wraps! inspired by boxing gauze! pads his knuckles, keeps his wrist compressed, its the best choice for physical combat. though the wrapped knuckles probably always have blood showing through anyway... or no yeah it's mostly other people's blood...

as for scars - Frank probably has quite the collection! i imagine that they've been picking fights since a young age, and in such a dangerous world he probably got hit a Lot until they learned how to hit back. and hit back Well. still, i wanted to give him a cool face scar with a very lame backstory - a book with a crisp, sharp spine corner fell off a high shelf and bonked them in the face at juuuust the right angle <3 he probably stays very fucking quiet about it which makes everyone think there's some intense traumatic backstory behind it. there isn't. Frank's just embarrassed.

closing note: i imagine that Frank has zero magic. literally none. cannot wield it for shit cannot utilize it. he's just like Howdy fr

[asksythe]

Ah? What do you mean mpreg is built into the setting of MDZS?

I mean exactly what I said. It's part of the setting. Mpreg is part of MDZS setting.

Or rather, mpreg is part of any and all xianxia or Chinese fantasy settings. Mpreg is not impossible... or even truly rare... in xianxia setting. There are at least three different regular ways for men to get pregnant in this kind of setting, even for low xianxia like MDZS.

Xianxia is Chinese fantasy. Cultivators cultivate until immortality. The upper level of cultivation, an immortal becomes a facet of reality and bends the world to their will. Some can even create an entirely new world wholesale. What's getting pregnant compared to that?

Sure, the setting of MDZS is low xianxia. But we know at the very least a lot of MDZS cultivators are at the Jindan stage. Do you know which stage comes right after the Jindan stage?

元婴 Yuanying. The common English translation for this stage is Nascent Soul. But its real meaning is nascent / origin child/baby/infant.

How does yuanying come about? Well, a cultivator at the end of Jindan stage will go through tribulation. If they pass through tribulation successfully, the jindan (golden core) in their belly will collapse and out comes a baby. This baby then takes over the task of the jindan, circulating the cultivator's chi and feeding off of it. The baby will grow alongside the cultivator's progress, eventually maturing and potentially becoming a separate person should the parent allows it.

(Game interface from a Chinese cultivation game)

This stage is very well documented in actual real-world ancient texts by Wu Liupai, dating back to the 16th century. It's not a modern concept made up for entertainment. It's part of actual real-world Daoist practices and beliefs.

...And xianxia is the brought up to eleventh fantasy version of real-world Daoism. Think about it.

So in truth, every single high-level Jindan stage cultivator in MDZS is just one stage and one successful tribulation away from getting preggo whether they want to or not. (Yes. Every single one of them. Not just Wei Ying or Lan Wangji, but also Jiang Cheng, Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, Xiu Xingchen, Song Lan, Nie Mingjue... if he didn't die, etc... Not Jin Guangyao, though. He's too weak to get pregnant. Jin Zixuan, maybe)

You don't even have to be a cultivator or in a xianxia setting to get pregnant (whether you are male or female or whatever). Artificially induced pregnancy has been a thing in Chinese folklore since the Summer and Autumn period (BCE). Several different classics mention a fruit called 孕果 yunguo (Lit. Pregnant Fruit). This fruit bestows the ability to get pregnant to anyone who eats it, regardless of gender. Sexual activity with a man is still required, though. Can't make something out of nothing.

And the most famous and widely known in Chinese folklore: water from the River of Mother and Child 子母河. Anyone who drinks this water becomes pregnant, regardless of gender (or even species, actually). You know the most famous person who drank it? The monk Tan Sanzang... and his disciple Zhu Bajie (a male pig), and Sha Wujing (a male fish). It's been made into several TV series and movies. In one of those movie adaptations, Tang Sanzang even carried the pregnancy to term as he wasn't willing to terminate a life and saw this as an opportunity to experience the female side of life.

In the same story, Journey to the West, a rock was pregnant with Son Wukong and gave birth to him.

You have to remember this. Ancient Chinese didn't really think of pregnancy as a biological process requiring sperm and eggs like we do today. They thought of it as a concentration and condensation of qi (breath of the world) until the 'mother body' was saturated with fetal qi and gave birth.

Real-world folklore texts are chockful of such instances where things got pregnant with the breath of the world and gave birth. And that's just regular folklore, not the brought-up-to-eleven version that is xianxia.

[dead-dove-yandere]

I have another idea, but it would be a spoiled and clingy Princess with her dear childhood friend. I now have no way of elaborating on this idea, other than a Princess - 💙☺

Ooo, this is interesting because I have mentioned a few times about a Knight OC I never posted - maybe if I ever end up posting him, there could be some kind of crossover with him and the Princess? Idk lol Dead Dove Extended Universe confirmed

Anyway, I hope this is okay!! I really like historical stuff, especially Mediaeval and Victorian era my university dissertation was about Mediaeval monks and how their handwriting influenced modern letterforms and typography so this was very fun to write!!

OC Intro - Her Royal Highness, The Princess Theophania

Royal Yandere

Female ♡ 24 ♡ Human ♡ Princess

TW: Stalking, obsession, abuse of power, implied murder, reader is gender neutral as far as I could manage but it was kind of difficult since nobility titles and servant titles were very much gendered in the middle ages

♡ - You were fortunate - your mother working as a chambermaid in the castle and you being born around the same time as the princess meant that unlike most people who weren’t nobility, you got to spend time with Theophania.

♡ - You were childhood friends. Whenever she had a spare moment not taken up by her education, she’d run down to find you, and you’d both play whatever games you could think of until some tutor or the Queen dragged her off again.

♡ - She’d always smile at you, and even as children, as you looked at each other, you couldn’t help but wonder - what was the difference between royalty and the common folk? Why were they kept so separate?

♡ - As time went on and you both grew older, however, you two were kept separate more and more, the King finding it unbecoming that the princess spent her time with a commoner. Eventually, it got to the point where you never saw her anymore as she was kept locked away, learning the responsibilities that came with royalty.

♡ - It wasn’t until you were grown, and took up working as a servant yourself, that you saw her again - a banquet, held in honour of her reaching the age were she was ready to be married. You were stunned by her beauty as she stepped into the grand hall, luminous before all the guests. You doubted that she even remembered you existed.

♡ - But Theophania never forgot - as her eyes scanned the hundreds of people looking at her, she recognised you almost immediately even though you’d changed so much since you were children. She never forgave anyone that she’d been torn from you, and now she had influence of her own as a fully fledged royal, she was determined to use it to get to you.

♡ - The King brought in many suitors for Theophania to court, each bringing lavish gifts of fine silks, gold, furs, jewels, rare spices and fruits from the East, myrrh from the Holy Land, or rare texts, all in hopes of winning Theophania over. Knights, nobles, princes and kings from other kingdoms all came to try their luck at being betrothed to Theophania, but all were rejected.

♡ - Theophania was determined her marriage shouldn’t be one of political convenience. She wanted a love match, and she wanted you, but she knew the King would never allow her to marry a commoner. So she had to get creative.

♡ - There was a great deal of controversy and outrage when, out of nowhere, she asked for you to serve as her chamberlain, getting rid of her old one. You could hardly believe it yourself - did she really remember you?

♡ - You struggled to get used to your new duties, helping her get dressed, stoking fires to keep her warm, bringing her things to eat, cleaning her chambers, yet she was very forgiving of you when you did make a mistake. She never mentioned the time you spent together as children, though, making you wonder if she really did recall.

♡ - More suitors tried for her hand in marriage, and the King was becoming impatient, ready to begin forcing her to marry one. But that’s when they began to mysteriously die.

♡ - Everytime a new suitor came, he was discovered the next morning, dead. No one could work out how they died, and rumours began to spread that the Princess was cursed.

♡ - The many gifts from her dead suitors stayed stashed in her room, and after spying you admiring them, she gave you a wicked smile, and offered them to you. You declined at first - it was illegal for a commoner to own such finery, and besides, you couldn’t have read any of the book anyway with no education of your own. But Theophania insisted.

♡ - She fed you sweetmeats and quinces and fruit dusted in beautiful spices the likes of which you’d never tasted. She draped you in furs when you were cold and silks when you were warm and demanded that anyone who objected leave you alone before they were executed. She patiently sat next to you, teaching you how to read and scribe with a quill, so that you could be educated.

♡ - Little by little, you began to look less like a servant and more like a noble - completely changing over the course of months.

♡ - Suddenly, the King mysteriously began to get ill, a terrible sickness worsening with each passing day. It looked as though he may die soon - but Theophania was oddly calm.

♡ - With no brothers to speak of, nor a husband, she’d be next to inherit the throne, and as the King became too weak to rule, she had to take on the mantle of Regent Queen, making her the most powerful in the Kingdom.

♡ - With no one left to challenge her, she turns to you, a saccharine smile on her face. “My beloved servant - Now I am Queen, how would you like to be gifted a Dukedom?”

♡ - After all, she couldn’t marry a commoner - but nobility was more than acceptable.

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

[tobiasdrake]

You previously anaylzed Yamcha's fighting style and the flaws he doesn't overcome. Do you have any thoughts on how Krillin fights?

Krillin's fighting style is one of my favorites, to be honest. He's a dedicated pragmatist, ready and willing to do whatever it takes to win. His techniques and strategies are deceptive and tricksy, always on the lookout for a way to circumvent the straight fight.

Krillin's fighting style is all about cutting the knot. It's just a shame that, Dragon Ball being what it is, his methods run counter to its central philosophies and so he is doomed to constant failure.

We get our first glimpse of the kind of fighter Krillin is going to be when he defeats Goku in the rock hunt on the first day of their training.

He first tries to win the competition by forging a counterfeit rock. But when the Muten-Roshi sees through that, he instead uses his counterfeit to fake out Goku and steal the real rock for himself.

He's narratively punished for this victory when his reward dinner poisons him via badly prepared pufferfish. But we see the foundations of what will become his martial style beginning to take root here.

Krillin is a tricky trickster. His goal is to be the guy still standing at the end of the fight. That's what he's here for. Though he does quickly soften up and become Goku's Male Bestie (opposited Bulma as Goku's Female Bestie), he carries this pragmatism with him as he begins to develop his skills.

Note that this is not to say Krillin isn't a capable fighter in his own right. As a pupil of Kame-senryu, he is a formidable martial artist. He begins to show the fruits of his martial training as early as the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai, where he crushes one of the monks that used to bully him in the preliminaries. He also pressures his own mentor, the Muten-Roshi, by raw skill alone.

Krillin's got the skills and he uses them. When I say he's underhanded and deceitful, I don't mean instead of fighting straight. It's a weapon in his toolbelt but not the only one. Nonetheless, it's a potent one, as he nearly defeats the Muten-Roshi via a special technique that only Krillin would devise.

Goddammit, Roshi.

He starts out using these kinds of underhanded tricks to compliment his martial arts. But as he grows as a martial artist, he begins to incorporate strategies like this into his art itself.

Aside from a brief and mostly offscreen bout with General Blue, his next significant fights are in the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai. His fight with Chiaotzu demonstrates the way Krillin's sneakiness and martial training complement one another, as a major spotlight of it is his ki exchange with Chiaotzu.

Chiaotzu, like Tenshinhan, is a trained wielder of the Dodonpa. A lethal technique first introduced by the assassin Taopaipai, designed to fire a thin ki bullet from one finger, straight through its target for a mortal blow.

To counter this, Krillin attempts to perform the Kamehameha for the very first time. Which. Is. Absolutely stupid and reckless, as the Muten-Roshi notes. Baby's First Kamehameha is a poor choice to defend himself from the Dodonpa.

Or it would be, if that were the plan.

This is Krillin's strength in action. He fakes out everyone with an in @ Me Bruh bluff and then skirts around the direct competition to blindside Chiaotzu when he isn't looking. This is what a tricky trickster martial artist looks like.

In his next match with Goku, we see Krillin's ruthless pragmatism on full display. He devises his own version of Tenshinhan's Taiyoken/Solar Flare.

And he nearly wins by a tail when he once again breaks out his weak, improvised Kamehameha.

This bluff is brilliant. He gets Goku's focus on the Kamehameha while his true goal is Goku's tail. Unfortunately for him, Goku - under advisement from both the Muten-Roshi and his Grandpa Gohan - has been training his body to rid himself of that critical flaw over the last three years. His tail no longer saps his energy when it's grabbed.

But if Goku were still the same fighter Krillin knew before, this bluff would have been game-ending for their semifinal match. Krillin's abilities both in martial arts and in knot-cutting have advanced substantially. It's just that Goku's have advanced as well.

Krillin only gets one fight in the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai. But he goes hard.

In the three years since last tournament, Krillin's devised bending ki blasts that home in on their target. Holy shit, what a stellar-

GOT YOU SUCKER THAT'S A FAKEOUT IT'S KRILLER TIME

Krillin's invented bending ki blasts that home in on their target as a distraction. Sadly for Krillin, characters at this point are beginning to distribute Bukujutsu, the Flying Technique, among themselves so surprise ringouts aren't an option anymore. Piccolo's been capable of performing Bukujutsu since his previous life.

Krillin loses the match, though he does force an admission from Piccolo that martial artists of his caliber will make the world difficult to conquer.

The next chance Krillin has to put his skills on display comes six years later when the Saiyans attack the Earth. Vegeta and Nappa grow their six Saibamen, forcing the Earthlings to entertain them by battling these veggie monsters. Tenshinhan and Yamcha handily defeat two of them, though Yamcha's killed by a surprise attack.

And then Krillin decides enough is enough and makes his move: Opening fire directly on Nappa and Vegeta with everything he's got.

A fool's attack guaranteed to fail against the insurmountable might of the Saiyan-no, wait, what's he doing?

Ha, fuck you, he was aiming for the Saibamen the whole time! Made ya look. Though he does also hit Nappa and Vegeta for good measure.

Krillin is technically the first Earthling to ever land a hit on either of these guys. Imagine that. It doesn't do shit to them, but still.

This fight also brings out Krillin's ultimate technique. The epitome of his skills, the final fruits of his labors, the be-all end-all of Krillin Techniques. You already know what I'm talking about.

This. This, right here. The Kienzan/Destructo Disc is peak Krillin. Literally a knife with which to cut the knot. Everyone else is throwing ki punches except those assassins shooting ki bullets. And Krillin stops to ask, "What if I sharpened my ki into a buzzsaw so I can slice open an opponent's flesh rather than trying to beat them at punching?"

Prior to Goku's arrival, this technique from one of the weakest fighters on this field is the closest the overconfident Nappa ever comes to defeat.

Nappa outright tries to take it like a punch. But for Vegeta paying the fuck attention, this would have taken his head clean off. Even Frieza can't resist it.

Because it's not something you resist. It's a buzzsaw. It doesn't hit, it cleaves. It's a technique that's so utterly Krillin in nature.

In fact, the entire Namek arc in general is peak Krillin. A three-way tug-of-war over the Dragon Balls between Frieza's ungodly might, Vegeta's rogue wildcard antics and deadly force, and Krillin being a tricky trickster gunning for any opportunity to scoop victory out from under them.

That Krillin wins.

This is the key to Krillin's longevity as a character. Like the rest of the cast, he eventually falls victim to inability to keep pace with Goku's advances, and becomes further and further de-emphasized from the big action pieces of Dragon Ball.

Krillin's tricky methods were rarely allowed to grant him much success in the ring due to the way they chafe against Dragon Ball's tone. This simply isn't a series where ruthless pragmatism and knot-cutting generally wins the fight. But those same methods also gave him staying power and an ability to continue influencing the plot of Dragon Ball long after he ceased to be relevant as a fighter.

Krillin's style is designed to punch above his weight class, and he's in general a tricky trickster outside of the ring too. The result of this is tremendous staying power as a weaker character brushing elbows with the titanic super gods of the cast. He may not be the clincher in a fight but there's almost always something for a pragmatist like him to do.

[lizardlicks]

Momo surprise

“I’m a little worried about Momo,” Aang said to his friends as they gathered around the morning campfire and started preparing for their day. “He’s been acting kind of off lately.”

The lemur in question was fussily nosing around Aang's abandoned bedroll in tight circles. As the group of teens watched, he laid down in a curl, chirped unhappily then got up and resumed tugging and scratching at the bedding. “How can you tell?” Sokka asked. He was by no means a lemur behavior expert. To him all of Momo’s actions were strange. It was possible that Aang's Avatar-ness gave him some kind of spirit connection to flying lemurs. Unlikely, but still possible.

“He doesn’t have as much energy, even though he’s sleeping more.” Aang explained, frowning. “You don’t think he’s sick, do you?”

“Maybe it’s the climate?” Katara offered helpfully. She wasn’t a lemur expert either, but she and Sokka had struggled the first few weeks with adjusting to the Earth Kingdom’s warmer weather. As far as she or anybody else knew, Momo has lived his entire life in the towering, windswept peaks around the Southern Air Temple, so maybe the sudden change had affected him too, she reasoned. 

“It’s because you’ve been giving him too many treats,” Sokka told Aang matter-of-factly. Lemurs were outside of his wheelhouse, but he'd helped the older boys with conditioning the polar dogs for sled pulling every fall. Spoiled pups turned lazy and fat, a hard lesson to learn for the littler children who only wanted to express their love.

“You think so?” Aang looked contrite.

“Yup,” Sokka said as he reached to snag a piece of star berry off the board Katara was using to prepare their breakfast. He snatched his hand back with a squawk when she smacked him.

“He is looking a little pudgy, Aang,” Katara said without taking her eyes off the food. Poaching brothers were too wily to be given that kind of an opening.

“Monkey feathers. I just can’t resist him when he gives me The Eyes.”

“I know,” Katara agreed. “He’s weaponized his cuteness.” “You’re going to have to.” Sokka nimbly dodged a sister elbow, but he still didn’t quite manage to snag any tidbits from Katara’s pile of fruit. “It’s for his own good.”

Momo, apparently noticing he was being talked about, finally abandoned the bedding to perch on Katara’s knee. “No, bad lemur!” She snatched her cutting board up and held it over her head. “No more extras for you!”

Sokka whooped in victory as he snagged a slice of moon peach and popped it into his mouth before Katara could adjust her defenses. “You’re on a diet, mister,” he informed the lemur as he sucked the juice from his fingers.

Momo chittered and pinned his ears back.

“Sorry, buddy,” Aang said regretfully as he scooped Momo up and tucked him into the crook of his elbow. “I already gave you a big handful of lychee nuts when you woke me up, you’re gonna have to wait until lunch time for more food.”

Aang could never quite tell just how much human speech Momo understood, but the lemur appeared to grasp something about the situation. He curled his tail around and grasped it anxiously, cooing at Aang with all the force of The Eyes that one tiny flying mammal could muster.

Aang held strong. For all of three seconds. “Okay... well. Maybe a couple berries wouldn’t hurt?”

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“AAAAAANG!”

The young monk bolted upright in his bedroll at the sound of his name, startled out of a sound sleep. Sokka was loud. Loud and very upset.

“What!? What is it?” He blinked several times, then rubbed at his face, trying to get his eyes to focus on anything distinct before he realized the reason he couldn't see anything was because dawn was still hours away. The moon hung in the sky, a crescent barely thicker than a thumbnail, with no light to offer. Hedgegoosebumps broke out across his arms. Aang hugged himself as the night pressed in, suddenly no longer a sheltering veil, but full of hidden threat from enemies he couldn’t see. 

The sleeping lump to his right rustled and shifted as Katara sat up in her bed roll. “Sokka-haaah,” her voice stuttered, breaking off with a yawn. “What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? What’s wrong!?” Sokka was rapidly climbing in pitch with each repetition. “Why don’t you look at this situation and tell me, huh?”

“Uhh.” Aang squinted into the dark and tried to make sense of their camp. Appa was still peacefully snoring several yards away, completely oblivious to the sudden chaos. Katara was wiggling and shuffling her way out of her sleeping bag, growling unflattering things at Sokka under her breath, and Sokka. Sokka was standing in the middle of their sleeping circle. He looked like he was holding something, but Aang could not for the life of him see what it was.

“We can't see anything without light, Sokka,” Katara groused. She finally won her struggle with her sleeping roll and started patting around for her bag. “You couldn't have lit a fire before you started yelling loud enough to alert the Fire Lord himself?”

“Oh, gee, why didn't I think of that! Could it possibly be because I'm dealing with Aang's mess over here!?”

Aang didn't remember leaving a mess. In fact he'd been careful to pack up everything before turning in for the night just in case they had to make a quick getaway. A few too many lost supplies had trained him quickly.

“What are you talking about?” He asked while stretching, less alarmed now that he knew Sokka was just. Well, being Sokka. They weren't being attacked, there was no life or death situation he had to fight through in the pitch dark.

Katara, having retrieved some kindling from her pack, scooted over to their banked campfire and began to poke the coals awake. She had apparently given up any hope of going back to sleep until her brother was sorted out. Even Appa was starting to rumble awake with the commotion.

“You said Momo was a boy!” Sokka hissed. 

Aang. Blinked. “Yeah?” he said, uncertainty clouding his mind. He must still be dreaming, why would Sokka wake up the whole camp to debate their pet’s gender?

“Then explain this!” Sokka shoved his cupped hands out, away from the protective shield of his body, just as the fire flared with a pop and Katara's satisfied grunt.

Cradled in between his palms, fur still sodden and sticking, was the teeniest, tiniest lemur Aang had ever seen.

[amerricanartwork]

RW Headcanon: The Omnivores and the Carnivores

Figured I'd start sharing some headcanons! Buckle up, folks, this is gonna be a looooooooong post! With a bit of Artimand sprinkled in (hope you like it @melissa-titanium)!

This was based on an idea lingering in the back of my mind for a bit, but after drawing the above image from a previous post I got reminded of it and decided to develop it a little more! I'll put the full headcanon down below!

By the way, I should warn you that the verbosity habit in my post asking about headcanons was no joke. This headcanon, as I've explained it below, is literally almost 700 words...

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I headcanon that there are two subspecies of “wild type” slugcats — omnivores and carnivores. I like the idea that slugcats were descended from a pipe-cleaning organism (although I still see them as mustelids rather than mollusks, but that’s a headcanon for another day…), so in this headcanon, a carnivorous variant of the slugcat ancestor was made to be more specialized for killing pests. Back when the Ancients were still around, they had a reputation similar to that of real-life raccoons and pigeons, while the omnivorous slugcats were more-often kept as pets.

As of the present Rain World timeline, though, omnivorous and carnivorous slugcats look almost identical. Omnivorous slugcats are still more iconic — they’re what you’d think of when one says “slugcat” — but the biggest differences the carnivorous variant possesses are their sharper teeth, stronger jaws, and sharper claws. Carnivorous slugcats also tend to be more muscular, while omnivorous slugcats have more body fat due to their largely plant-based diet.

Culturally, though, the two subspecies show more contrast. Omnivores are more peaceful hunter-gatherers who focus on trying to passively get by in a bigger, more dangerous world. Carnivores, on the other hand, are active hunters who tend to encourage combat training more and pride themselves on rising up to the ferocity of larger predators. The two tend to live separately in their own colonies, and don’t interact too often. There’s also some degree of prejudice in each group towards the other due to these cultural differences; not enough to cause large-scale conflicts, but enough that they side-eye each other occasionally. In more extreme cases, omnivores are perceived by the carnivores as weak, lazy, and meek, while omnivores see the carnivores as aggressive, loud, and cynical.

To bring it back to the image above, in my own personal fic-idea concept thing of how Artificer and Gourmand get together, this prejudice is a minor, but additional reason why they never expect to fall in love with each other; Arti is descended from a small group of carnivorous slugcats modified with explosive spit, while Gourm and the rest of the slugcats in his colony are all natural omnivores. Combine that with the rest of their attitudes in life, and at first, it seems they’re just too different to ever make a good pair.

A few more quick thoughts about these two subspecies:

Survivor and Monk are both naturally omnivorous. Hunter and Spearmaster, while directly engineered, were both derived from the carnivorous subspecies, while Rivulet was derived from the omnivorous subspecies.

Despite Gourmand being a natural omnivore, he eats larger prey more often than any other slugcat in his colony both out of curiosity for how other meats taste and because, true to his name, he honestly just likes to eat whatever (hey, as long as it’s edible)! However, once he and Artificer get together, he really starts to eat more meat from the creatures he hunts for her. And, interestingly enough, because he likes to use fruits and other plants as side dishes or as toppings to add flavor, this causes Arti to start eating more plants (now that’s what I call a “balanced diet”)! 

Even though the carnivores are culturally more similar to scavengers, the omnivores tend to get along better with them due to their more peaceful attitude, and the fact they naturally compete less with the scavengers for food (I like to imagine scavengers as pack-hunting carnivores).

Carnivores tend to move slightly faster than omnivores.

Carnivores often have bigger, more ravenous appetites than omnivores because they require more energy on average. Again, it’s partly what the image above is referencing!

Back when the Ancients lived, there actually existed a bit of a friendly discourse around which variant of the slugcat ancestors made better pets. It was in a similar vein to the modern “cat person vs. dog person” idea, but, to some degree, it’s actually continued on in various iterator groups, including the main one! FP, NSH, SRS, and CW are firm believers in carnivore superiority, UI passionately cheers on the omnivores, and Moon just giggles in the background and makes sure the debates don’t get too heated (but is also secretly team omnivore).

Anyway, with that said, BIG thanks to anyone who made it all the way down here! This headcanon originally formed as a way to explain in-universe the noticeably different diets of the main slugcat characters, but I just couldn't help adding more to it!

Let me know what you think of this concept, if you have anything to add to it, or if you'd like to see more of my headcanons! I just LOVE developing fictional worlds from ergonomic, analytical, and narrative perspectives, so if you want more, I've definitely got it!

[pansear-doodles]

Translating Rain World food to Filipino cuisine

#9 Budol Fight

Only created in large gatherings, special occasions and long expeditions! A feast setup idea that was shared by Scavengers. Everything the slugcats gather is put in a pile on top of a large leaf or dead kelp monster for extra flavor. The feast always includes steamed corn rice, and the food can be anything ranging from grilled meat to moist fruits.

Slugcat Remarks: Gourmand: This is especially convenient for when you want to feed a whole colony! It may just be a pile of food on a leaf but there's sort of specialness to it.

Artificer: Hunter always scarfs down a good portion of the Budol Fight, so sometimes I have to really restrain them. I can't blame them though- this shit's good to eat with friends and family.

Monk: I usually sit close to the favorite sides of the feast!

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if the monkey Y/N Behave like Gudetama.

Female Monkey Lazy Egg (Y/N)

(Lmk Wukong) You guys are the lazy couple. Just loves how chill you are. When first met you he was Wild and all over the place. But Settle down as the years go by And you kinda helped him with that too. He and others were shocked at how you were surprisingly good at giving advice. Especially to Mk The manifestation of anxiety and trauma and Red Son The Personification of expectations made to never be reached. The two had once stop fighting because you told them that you were trying to take a nap and they were being too loud. Wukong Love's lazy days with you. Because all you two get to do was sleep, eat and sleep some more. He loves to listen to your soft. Exhausted voice as you tell him, the daily advice and most at the time You always tell him to go with the flow. On a side note you also get along with Macaque but Of course nobody knows that.

(NR Wukong) You are the only one who is able to get him, to chill out at least 5 minutes. Li and Su minds were blown because One moment He was bouncing off the walls. Then all you had to do was call him down to the couch And then he was laying next to you and didn't move a muscle. The two will never know how you're able to do it because they can't get them to sit down to save their lives. Your husband loves how laid back you are and at leaves him open to getting kisses And cuddles from you. Not that you mind you love how warm he is and how silly he can be. But it's not easy being married to him. And his never ending energy despite his age. But like you always told him you always go with the flow and everything turns out okay in the end.

(HIB Wukong) You guys are like a good match. Their is never a time where You guys aren't chilling somewhere and a quiet grass field. But ever since you talk on Liuer and Silly Girl your lives have been more Eventful then unusual. Wukong was always running around protecting Liuer and Silly girl would stick to u like glue you were pretty sure she thought you were her mother. You didn't care to much but they were both certainly a handful but your able to get the two under control better then he can. But overall Wukong and the children wouldn't trade you for the heavens. Maybe they can go with the flow like you can.

(MK Reborn Wukong) Your personality causes you to bump heads with Master tang on the Daily basis You hate how he pushes his Buddhist philosophy on to you and your husband. You even straight up told the monk that you guys have been married before Wukong met him And there ain't a damn thing he can do about it. You're often hanging off your husband's back because you get tired of walking which he doesn't mand because he likes to be close to you. Although the month didn't like how unmotivated and gloomy. You actually were but in reality well you're just real. The first thing you told your husband when you first met was why when you let somebody else tell you what you worth. It was like he was shot down by cupid's arrow that day. He definitely likes to cuddle and take naps with you and listen to your tired voice. Talk about your day even though he was right there with you Main point is you taught him how to go with the flow and just relax. It's gonna be so fun for him to take back to flower fruit mountain.

(Netflix Wukong) He relies on you for so much. More than you can ever comprehend, He never knows how you could just let things wash over you without a problem. How you're always chill and you never let things get to you. Are you really wants to know your secret. You even taught him that no matter how hard he tries to show he's got control , he really doesn't. He asked to go with the flow And that sometimes everything turns out the way it should be. He has a lot to learn and he's glad that he has you to learn it with and from. Also, cuddles and kisses with you are the best thing. Peaches and he hopes to always have you around him forever.

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[worldruins]

It's bib time baybee

Blessings In Bloodshed (a self-given name, though not far from the original) is a reserved but stubborn iterator. They've made easing the pains and ailments of their own kind their life's work- or rather, the work of their second.. and third.. chances at life.

Built right around the time of the Great Equalizer, she was originally made to preserve and elevate an old pilgrimage site that would have been lost to the floods and changing landscape. It's a similar situation to the True Anointed Citadel, but BIB's monks were considerably more welcoming to them, and much of the original construction as well as many sacred artifacts were successfully disassembled and relocated to a new home atop the superstructure. Blessings was regularly in contact with the mortal sick and dying, and was regularly sought out to endorse a freshly-deceased individual's safe and fortunate passage to the next cycle. Even when he no longer does that sort of work, Blessings remains personally spiritual. He believes in the void as a conscious force acting upon the world, a benevolent but mercurial actor in the great forces of the universe.

BIB shares a group with True Accord, Uncast Shadows, Six Stunned Silences and (unofficially) Twelve Bound Hands. They consider all their groupmates siblings; TA and US are older than them, SSS and TBH are younger. The five of them have grown closer over time, connected by circumstance, need and the desire for family. That was not the case back when the creators of the iterators left their creations behind, and Blessings found herself profoundly alone. They were distraught, and felt that they had failed in their duties to their people. They tried to focus on their work, on the Big Problem they had been created for, but found themself unable to cope with the frustration and failures that felt more humiliating every time. Their chosen path forward was bioengineering, and they did grow skilled at working with biological materials, though they hardly felt accomplished.

Blessings In Bloodshed did not tell his groupmates when he decided to turn some of his resources towards figuring out how to destroy himself. She did not think she'd be able to ascend, or even to reverse their creators' very thorough work ensuring true death would not come for iterators like her. They just had to get close enough. They made a few attempts, none of them successful, all of them leaving a different sort of damage (physical or otherwise) behind. He might have been desperate, but when the rot came as a result of their final attempt at self-elimination, it was not welcomed. The despondent BIB finally reopened communications with the group to warn them of her condition. The disease was highly aggressive, and he predicted he only had some tens of thousands of days left before her structural integrity would fail.

With help from her group, Blessings survived the illness, though not before it had claimed more than half her structure- half her body, half her mind. He was surprised by the concern he received alongside the frustration that she hadn't reached out earlier. Their siblings- the iterators they would come to consider siblings- had been concerned and were now shocked by the state of their mild-mannered neighbor. They were a reason for Blessings to keep fighting. In the end, it was her own work that proved fruitful in treating and finally curing their own case of rot. That didn't mean reversing the damage, though- only that the cysts were dead and wouldn't spread or pose an active risk. It left him covered in scars, pockmarked metal and components rendered useless. Repairing themself involved creating organisms and constructs to carve them back into their original shape and break the dead rot back down into the materials they need.

Blessings had always been interested in medicine. It was not what her creators and residents asked of her, so her attention had never been devoted to it as a younger iterator. At most, they idly considered examining and treating mortals ("mortals" being the respectful name for the people who built iterators as a whole, in comparison to their towering creations), allowing the daydream some space in the back of their mind. He considered it something of a bitter irony when he wound up caring for himself in his own severe illness. Once the rot was under control and BIB had some space to breathe, though, they couldn't help wondering how effectively an iterator could act as a physician to other iterators. With their preexisting knowledge and everything they learned trying to save their own life, they were the best equipped to address their own group's ailments, from True Accord's widespread rust to Twelve Bound Hands, an illicit construction, literally falling apart. As their skills and confidence grew, they started looking outside their local group. They know the fate of their kind is inevitable, but their hope is to minimize suffering and stop other iterators from becoming insensate or nonfunctional before they're ready to be. It's a difficult, sometimes insurmountable task and their scope is very limited. That's not stopping them from trying.

BIB would never be the same as they were before their illness, and they're not really trying to be. He's forgetful, and easily baited. They were always something of a bleeding heart- pun intended-even more so after the rot. Their chosen "job" comes as a surprise with how sensitive they can be, but their friends know them as The Doc all the same.

The cracks all across Blessings' puppet aren't from the rot and they aren't self-inflicted- not really. But that's a whole other story. Thank you for reading about my bibby <3

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Wukong: "Then we would have shared that furnace. And we'd be two idiots chained beneath the mountain together."]

Hmmm…I am not a hundred percent sure, but I think when SWK was in the furnace – he was reduced to ash, more than once, he just regenerated each time it happened. And considering he had to have been like 5 times immortal by then…I really doubt Macaque would have survived the furnace. SWK would just be trapped in there with the ashes of his friend/mate.

Although, now I have the image of SWK collecting the ashes and carrying them around in a jar/vase/something and still treating it like Macaque is alright – “Oh, look, Mihou, think we should try that?” – like something between a comfort item and a security blanket, but his mind not dealing with his LEMs death well to a point he’s just…like that. Still himself, but broken in a way.

Tripitaka thought he would be in over his head with the Monkey King being his protector – but the stone monkey clearly not coping well at all with a dead friend and treating their ashes as if still alive…Man’s praying for wisdom every chance he gets.

Referencing a line from my post about Wukong's stage fright.

Thats an extremely sad concept and a great idea for an angst au. It brings the idea of how Monkey (representing the Mind) handles legitimate grief. Him having a Mary Shelley-esque co-dependance on his past mate's ashes is 100% in character for SWK. He clings to the vessel containing Mac's ashes like Guanyin to her vase, rarely if ever putting it down.

I imagine the vase/vessel/urn resembles like those found in Chinese dig sites, but instead of the Imperial Palace, it is topped with a model of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Tripitaka/Tang Sanzang can sympathise with the pain of losing someone dear. In Journey to the West, he sets out to retrieve the scriptures after losing his mother + solving his dad's murder (and thats after being separated from them since and before birth). He's going through his own form of unhealthy grief, similar to his attitude in "The Great Tang Man"; he doesn't want to get close to anyone because he fears losing another loved one. But he sees that Monkey is refusing to accept that someone he cared for is gone, and wishes to find wisdom to help them both.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing are also sympathetic, but a little unnerved by Wukong's obsession. Bajie was a witness to Wukong's Havoc in Heaven, and knows that the Six Eared Macaque fell to the Furnace when his king did not. He's the one to yell at Wukong when he's annoyed by the monkey's chattering to the ash vessel. Wujing is the one to gently suggest ways to include Macaque's memory in healthier ways, and frequently helps Wukong with tasks when the monkey refuses to put down the vessel. Wujing knows how important those things are.

The one who understands the most though, is Ao Lie. He witnessed how his family went nuts in the aftermath of Ao Bing's death. The ones who grieved loudly and silently. The pain that rebounded onto Nezha and his family. Ao Lie was quite young when the death occurred, and always felt like he was on "the outside" of what was happening. He understands that this is the way Sun Wukong choses to process what has happened to Macaque. Ao Lie feels no place to correct him on it - and just understanding Wukong's pain is enough to help the monkey heal even if it takes years.

Wukong in this AU would be far more hesistant to kill his mortal opponents. He knows that even the strongest warrior may fall to ruin. And that the most hated Kings have someone who will mourn their loss. Sometimes his personality of an unhealthly-grieving widower is enough for some threats to back off. Even a demon knows that it is shameful to harass someone who is mourning.

I imagine the most shocked of their encounters would be the monkeys former allies...

Azure: "Sun Wukong? I thought you threw your lot in with the Heavenly Host. Following the beck and call of the Tang Monk." SWK: "I have. But I figured me and Mihou should pay you guys a visit." Peng: "The Six Eared Macaque? So he has survived the Furnace. No doubt he slunk away into the shadows once the lid rose. Where is that coward hiding now?" SWK: "He isn't hiding. He's been here the whole time." (SWK pats the vessel in his arms) The Brotherhood, all realising: "OH." ( ;O_O) (O_O;) ( `−ㅿ−´) Yellow Tusk: "...I believe the Six Eared Macaque has sacrificed the most for our cause. We should show him and Sun Wukong some hospitality, and listen to their tales of travel." Azure, creeped out: "Agreed."

Others like DBK and PIF would also be in mourning. But I could see them almost finding Wukong's behavior romantic. After all, they don't know what they would do if the other had died in battle.

I feel like instead of a "Macaque Chapter" where Wukong encounters his doppleganger while him and Tripitaka aren't on good terms; it's Wukong becoming frustrated with the others' worrying and comments and wanting to prove that theres a way Macaque still lives. And if it involves harassing the Heavens, the Underworld, or the Buddha himself then he'll try.

Perhaps the crux of his Journey is SWK deciding to let go and release Mac's ashes (likely at Flower Fruit Mountain) and learning healthier ways to honor Mac's memory. Or perhaps requesting that the Buddha reunite them - whether as a revival, in death, or in the next life...

BUT ALSO CONSIDER THIS:

Sun Wukong was only able to legitimately survive the Eight Trigrams Furnace (even with peaches, wines, and pills) because;

He's a manifestation of both Earth and the Mind. All the Furnace did was harden him like a piece of coal becoming a diamond.

Wukong isnt dumb. He knows enough about Taoist Alchemy to know that no matter how hot the crucible gets, it will always be its weakest in the Xun/Sun/Wind Trigram. The theory being that while Air feeds Fire, Wind supresses it - in science terms the increased pressure caused by the pure Wind element suffocated the hottest flames but created a lot of smoke; forever reddening Wukong's eyes.

Above: Two separate translations I got.

Macaque is associated with Wind, especially in LMK and other Jttw-inspo works that merge his character with the Macaque King/Great Sage Informing Wind. And as a Celestial Primate/Mystic Monkey, he holds powers unknown to Heaven and himself.

If in Taoist Alchemy; Wind supresses Fire, then there's a chance that instead of becoming refined like a earthy diamond like Sun Wukong - the Six Eared Macaque would cause a different unholy reaction within the Furnace. Like a pressure cooker ready to burst, the Wind within would only expand/quicken until breeched.

Lao Tzu/Laozi opens the Furnance after 49 days, expecting the two monkey demons to be reduced to a pile of ashes and pills. He's met by a pair of monsters that burst forth from the crucible like Pandora's box.

Heaven weeps.

Even if Macaque's physical body was lost to the Furnace, he could retain enough magic to manipulate his ashes into a smokey ghost-like form. The Buddha would be forced to contain Macaque for those 500 years by sealing him in an air-tight vessel.

Wukong carrying around his mate's ashes and the pilgrims thinking him mad with grief, only for Macaque to reveal at an awkward time that he's still technically "alive". Pluming forth from the vessel and ensaring their foes with his ribbon-like tendrils.

And if you wonder what a Furnaced!Macaque would look like? He's already shown us;

[flowerandblood]

The sweetest fruit (8)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Valyrian! • female ]

[ warnings: oral sex, sex content, smut, angst, dirty talk ]

[description: (Anon Request) Aemond is to meet his future wife from Essos, in whose veins runs the blood of Old Valyria. They’ve been engaged since they were kids, but he’s in no hurry to get married and he’s not happy about her arrival. His future wife, however, turns out to be someone completely different than he expected. Smut, angst and a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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After an unpleasant incident between Aegon and Lady Vhassar, the king and queen decided that he would be sent to Sept for a few months, to be completely isolated among the monks, without alcohol or women, to think things over. The prince had insisted he wouldn't go anywhere, but Ser Criston and the other guardsmen gave him no choice.

Lady Vhassar and her husband watched with satisfaction from above as the prince left the keep through the courtyard under escort. The bruise on Lady Vhassar's cheek was almost invisible now, in a slightly yellowish color.

However, she wore it with pride, as a proof of her fidelity and devotion to her husband. From that event, she began to be treated with more respect and esteem, removing from her the patch of an ordinary lady-concubine from Essos.

Aemond looked at her intently. Even though she didn't bring up the subject, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

From the moment she confessed to him that she reciprocated his feelings, their passion in bed, though intense and brutal at times, was also filled with tenderness and care that he had not known before. He saw that he began to take great pleasure in slowly making love to her, as their bodies were pressed together in a strong embrace.

It turned out that when they talked to each other and exchanged opinions, they were a surprisingly calm and harmonious married couple. His wife knew exactly his daily schedule and adjusted her activities, so that afternoons and evenings could be spent together.

He noticed that she no longer looked at other men and sought their attention. At the sight of him, when they encountered each other in the corridor, she smiled sweetly and happily, running lightly towards him. He didn't tell her, but she touched him with her devotion and the warmth he felt from her.

From the moment he took off his eyepatch in front of her, when they were alone, she had been taking it off herself. She said she loved seeing her husband's face and was happy to be the only one to see him as he is. His scar and missing eye didn't deter her.

She helped apply ointments when the pain became unbearable again. She didn't even flinch as he took the sapphire stone out of his eye socket to let his skin rest. It didn't impress her at all.

She was always the one who surprised him with new ideas for spending time, including in bed. This time, however, he had a plan. He had obtained permission, albeit reluctantly, from his mother and was finally able to share it with her. He pursed his lips as he gathered up the courage to tell her.

"I want to get to know your homeland." He said finally. She looked at him, surprised, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

"Do you want me to recommend a book to you?" She asked with a smile, thinking he was talking about the customs and traditions of her continent. Aemond looked at her intensely.

"No. I want to fly with you on Vhagar to Volantis." He spoke seriously and calmly. His wife stared at him in disbelief, for a moment obviously thinking that he was joking. Seeing that his expression hadn't changed, she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Really?" She asked quietly, barely holding back the excitement that was building in her body. A smirk appeared on his face at her question.

"Yes. These are the lands of our common ancestors, full of places I'd like to see." He said with satisfaction. "I've already arranged everything with my parents."

Lady Vhassar threw herself into his arms, unable to contain the euphoria that flooded her muscles. He ran his hand through her soft, flower-scented hair and kissed her forehead. His wife cupped his cheeks in her hands, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes sparkled in the sun.

"When will we fly?" She asked quietly.

"Tomorrow morning."

***

Lady Vhassar could not sleep at night from excitement. She kept squirming in her husband's arms, tossing and turning, causing him to grunt in displeasure. He pulled her tightly against him, her bare back pressed against his chest. He wrapped her in an iron embrace in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Stop fidgeting, woman, and let me sleep if I have to command the dragon tomorrow for so many hours of travel." He said impatiently. She pressed her lips together humbly, snuggling into his arms, pressing her breasts against them.

"I'm sorry." She whispered softly. "I'll try."

She felt her husband's manhood throbbing hard against her buttocks. She smiled to herself but didn't move, not wanting to annoy him. She heard him only sigh heavily, frustrated. His hand cupped her breast and began to massage it, his nose touching her neck. A pleasant shiver ran through her.

"You woke me up." He grunted low, his hand sliding down to her thigh.

He took her from behind, just like the first time they did it together. Only when he came inside her, panting heavily, all hot and sweating, did he fall asleep in a peaceful, deep sleep.

He woke up first, before the sun came up. He didn't have the strength to open his eye. The smell and warmth of his wife cuddled up to him, intertwined with his body, made all he dreamed about was to sleep on.

He knew, however, that they had a long and hard journey ahead of them. He propped himself up on one elbow, sleepy, and kissed her lingeringly on the cheek. She hummed low, dissatisfied that he had changed such a pleasant position.

"Wake up, sweet wife. We must set off." He said, running his hand over her back and hips. She moaned softly, pressing her face against his body, her eyes still closed.

He sighed heavily, took her in his arms, and lifted her. She sobbed as he carried her, wrapping her legs tightly around him. He sat her down on the table in front of him, brushing unruly strands of her hair out of her face.

"Wear what we've been talking about. The journey will be faster than the ship, but inconvenient. Do you remember everything I told you?" He asked, and she rubbed her eyes sleepily. She nodded, resting her forehead against his shoulder, unable to make any effort.

"What are you going to do when we approach Vhagar?" He asked, wanting to make sure she remembered everything.

“Wait until she accepts my scent. Don't speak Valyrian to her to not confuse her. Don't make any sudden movements." She mumbled, nestled into him with her eyes closed, partially extending her doze.

He kissed her bare shoulder with a sound of contentment.

"Very well. Get dressed."

***

Aemond had sent their bags to Volantis a few days earlier, informing his wife's parents of their future arrival. The servants had prepared provisions for them in advance, and they set off on horseback to where Vhagar was. Ser Criston accompanied them to see that everything went according to plan.

As they arrived, Lady Vhassar could see a cliff and a great rise beyond the forest. She followed her husband, saying nothing, looking up at the sky to see if Vhagar might appear above them. Aemond had told her not to talk to him, so she didn't ask him anything. He stopped and looked at her meaningfully, then turned his gaze to the hill.

Only now did she realize that it wasn't a hill, but a great, coiled, sleeping dragon, its body rising and falling. Even in her imagination she had not thought that Vhagar was so big. She swallowed hard, her eyes filled with shock and excitement. She smiled widely at her husband, and he, seeing her reaction, kissed her head.

"Dohaeragon, Vhagar! (Serve me, Vhagar!)” He shouted loudly at her as he approached her alone, obviously wanting to wake her up. Lady Vhassar thought with a smile that he had a pleasant accent. Even though he could speak their native language, the thought of her speaking it fluently blocked and embarrassed him. They spoke only in the common language.

Lady Vhassar felt the ground quake beneath her feet, as the dragon slowly lifted her great head and turned to Aemond, looking at him expectantly.

Dragon inhaled loudly, smelling a new scent, her head bent towards her. She saw that her husband motioned for her to stand still and not move. Lady Vhassar, looking at her with horror and delight, thought she looked like the great lizards that she had often seen in Essos.

"Lykyri, Vhagar. Lykyri. (Easy, Vhagar. Easy.)” He said, putting his hand over her big mouth. The dragon leaned lower and blew hot air at her from her nostrils, which quickly turned into steam. Lady Vhassar coughed.

Vhagar put her head down in front of her after a moment, looking at her. She wanted to go over to her and touch her, but stopped herself, remembering her husband's remarks. Aemond extended his hand to her.

"Come." He said, his voice quivering with excitement. His wife came over to him, her legs trembling slightly. He led her to the long lianas that hung from the big seat at the top. She knew that she had to climb up there and sit down.

It wasn't an easy task, her arms weren't as well trained as his. He secured her from below, climbing up behind her, making sure she didn't fall.

She finally sat astride the saddle, exhaling loudly, looking around with a smile, obviously very pleased with herself. Aemond tied several ropes around her waist to make sure that she didn't fall. He surprised her with a sudden, greedy kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips, colliding with her own in a sticky, wet dance.

He couldn't contain the happiness and excitement he felt at the thought that his wife was riding a dragon with him. He pulled away from her, spun around in the seat, and commanded her to grip tightly around his waist. She humbly did as he asked, feeling how hard his and her heart was pounding.

"Soves, Vhagar! (Fly, Vhagar!)” He exclaimed, and the dragon rose sluggishly to her paws. Lady Vhassar pressed closer to her husband, feeling everything around them tremble.

Vhagar began to walk faster and faster and threw herself into the abyss, spreading her wings. Lady Vhassar squealed softly, feeling a weight and speed she had never known before.

She only calmed down when Vhagar rose high and spread her wings completely, her movements stable and repetitive. Aemond looked at his wife, saw that she was pale, her eyes wide.

"Everything's fine?" He shouted at her, because of the strong wind around them practically nothing could be heard. She nodded and smiled slightly.

Only now did she begin to enjoy the wonderful views that spread out below them. She thought, she might have given him paradise in bed, but he was the one who really took her to heaven. She clung to him tighter at the thought.

The journey was long and hard. They made several stops to eat, stretch and drink, but sitting in this seat for so many hours without being able to change position was very uncomfortable. All she wanted now was to lie down in her bed in Volantis.

She regained her energy and good mood as soon as she saw the walls and the great lantern of her city. She was touched, because in her heart when she left her home she thought she would never see him again.

Aemond had to land with Vhagar far enough away from built-up areas, on a large hill, so that the dragon would have enough space to herself and not pose a threat.

Her brother, Vhogar, rode out to greet them. He jumped off his horse and ran to her as soon as he saw her. They threw themselves into each other's arms, and Vhogar spun her several times. He lowered her and took her cheeks in his hands. He frowned as he saw the remnants of the bruises under her eye.

"Since iksis ziry? Bisa dyni encore iksis pyghagon ao? (What is it? This monster is beating you?)” He asked enraged, not knowing that Aemond understood every word he said. Lady Vhassar was about to reply quickly to correct him, but her husband was quicker.

"Nyke qringaomatan naejot mīsagon zirȳla hen ñuha lēkia. (I failed to protect her from my brother.)” He said low, looking away. Her brother looked at him in surprise, then laughed, shaking his head.

"Nyke geptot ñuha mandia isse go aōha mīsagon. Nyke geptot zirȳla konīr se ziry māzigon arlī pyghagon bē? (I left my sister under your protection. I left her there, and she comes back beaten up?)" He asked enraged, but she clamped her hand on his arm, looking pleadingly at him.

"Ziry gōntan daor gaomagon mirros naejot nyke. Ziry umbagon syt ñuha valzȳrys naejot henujagon nyke mērī isse se tistālion. (He did not do anything to me. He waited for my husband to leave me alone in the chamber.) She said quickly. She felt,that the atmosphere was tense and it all sounded very bad.

"Nyke jorrāelagon ñuha valzȳrys, lēkia. Ziry māstan kesīr lēda nyke, naejot mazverdagon nyke biare. (I love my husband, brother. He came here with me to make me happy.) She said calmly.

Her brother's face softened as she said the words. He looked at her husband, pursed his lips, and nodded, remembering that he was talking to the king's son after all.

"Forgive me, my prince. Saying goodbye to my sister was very painful for me. I was infuriated that someone had hurt her in my absence." He said, trying to put his feelings into words with a little more respect. Aemond looked at him blankly. He was boiling inside with rage, but he knew that he was right and he wasn't going to argue.

"I know, my Lord. I was as furious as you when I found out about it myself."

The three of them set off on horseback towards the city. Aemond immediately felt that it was much hotter around them than in Westeros. He had to take off his leather coat and jacket.

He was left in only a nightgown and trousers, and he still felt like he was about to melt. He no longer wondered why his wife could walk naked around her chambers in the summer. The heat must have been unbearable.

At their grand villa, her father greeted them, opening his arms wide to her. He also noticed a bruise on her cheek, but she lied that she slipped after taking a bath. Aemond and Vhogar looked away at her words, not wanting to broach the subject and spoil the evening.

Her father arranged a great feast for them. Aemond noticed, surprised and horrified, that some of the people were practically half-naked there. Everything was visible through the delicate, translucent materials. He didn't know where to look. His wife squeezed his hand, seeing his uncertainty and embarrassment.

"Don't pay attention to it. You'll get used to it soon." She said softly, and he nodded without speaking.

Although the couples moved before them in a dance far more sensual than that in Westeros, Lady Vhassar did not leave her husband's side at the table. She was asked to dance several times, but she replied that she had no strength for that after the journey.

He knew it was just the opposite - her buttocks must hurt immensely from sitting, and she'd be better off getting up and dancing. She just didn't want to leave him alone among complete strangers. He squeezed her hand under the table. She looked at him, suprised.

"I'm tired. Will you show me our chamber?" He asked, feigning indifference. They both knew that once his wife showed him their chamber, she would stay there with him. She nodded with a wide smile.

They said goodbye to her parents, informing them that they wanted to retire after a hard journey. They moved forward between the cool sand walls, so different from those in the Red Keep.

Lady Vhassar opened the door and they entered a spacious, huge room with a wonderful view of the city from the balcony.

Beautiful paintings of plants and flowers were painted on the walls. Her bed was covered with a large canopy, probably separating the sleeper from the insects, that flew into the chamber at night. His wife looked at him with a smle.

“Here I spent my entire childhood thinking of you, my husband. What are you like. How do you look. How do you say. What do you smell like?” She whispered, looking at him over her shoulder, as she untied her leather jacket.

Her rider's outfit perfectly fitted her curves, her breasts and buttocks which he had kissed and fucked so passionately in recent days. He felt pressure in his manhood at her words.

"And what am I like?" He grunted, not moving, looking at her expectantly. She smiled at his words. She took off her jacket and started unbuttoning her pants.

"You have a wonderfully low voice. I love it when you're deep inside me and talk to me." She whispered sensually, wetting her lips with her tongue, looking at him defiantly. His lower lip dropped slightly at her words, his chest heaving uneasily. He started to unbutton his pants.

"And your big hands. You hold me so tight with them when you fuck me." She purred, laying down on the bed in only her chemise, sliding it off her shoulders, showing him her beautiful, firm breasts.

She heard him swallow hard at the sight and she smiled widely. She was surprised that she still made the same impression on him as she had at the beginning of their acquaintance. She stared at him expectantly, watching him.

He walked unhurriedly towards the table where there were bowls of fruits that looked similar to the ones form their wedding night. He took one of them, cut into triangular pieces. It seemed meaty and juicy. He took a little on his fingers and licked it. It was cool, watery and sweet. He thought that was exactly what he needed.

"And your lips. They are full, they kiss and caress so wonderfully.” She grunted in satisfaction, as she saw him slowly making his way towards her. She saw that he was holding a piece of watermelon in his hand.

He stood over her. She took his free hand and slowly placed it on her breast. She massaged herself and pressed against his fingers, squeezing her eyes shut. "I don't think I need to explain to you that I love your tongue the most."

A smirk crossed his face at her words, letting her guide the movements of his hand, enjoying the softness and warmth of her breasts. He knelt in front of her, looking at her adoringly. He thought that they were made for each other. With his other hand, he placed the fruit on the bedclothes.

It was so brittle that a slight pressure was enough to break it apart under his fingers. She shuddered, looking at him with a sweet smile as his finger dipped in the flesh and ran over her other, exposed nipple.

It was so hot that he knew the cool fruit must have felt wonderful. She closed her eyes and hummed contentedly, delighted at how resourceful he was becoming.

She moaned sweetly as he leaned over her, the tip of his tongue teasing her nipple, trying a new and wonderful taste. He pulled away from her, feeling her whole body tremble under his touch.

"Is my tongue the only part of my body, that gives you pleasure?" He asked softly, looking at her expectantly.

"Of course not, my husband." She murmured encouragingly.

She was usually the dominant one. She took what she wanted, always made sure that she enjoyed everything. But with him she didn't have to worry about that.

She knew her pleasure was a priority for him and she could relax by focusing on teasing him. Aemond smiled to himself at her words and reached for the fruit again, scooping up a little more, than before with his thumb.

He put his finger to her mouth and she obediently parted her lips, allowing him to slide it inside. She sucked and licked it with her tongue, purring in delight, the wonderful sweet taste melting in her mouth.

She released his finger with a wet, loud sound. She parted her lips in contentment as he stood up and lowered his pants, his manhood throbbing all over, swollen and hard.

"Do you want to taste something new, my wife?" He asked low, stroking her chin with his finger. She smiled slightly and nodded her head.

She pursed her lips, feeling the wetness between her thighs as his hand sank into the soft fruit. He wiped all his manhood with it, making it dripping with juice. She thought it was the most perverted sight she had ever seen.

She immediately knelt in front of him on the bed, her tongue licking him up and down to see how it tasted. She purred contentedly, taking his wet cock in her hand, licking him further. His breathing quickened, his hand found its way into her hair.

"My good girl. I need you so fucking much. You know that?" He asked, looking at her as if she was the only reason he was still sane. She looked at him tenderly and lewdly at the same time, smiling sweetly.

"I know." She purred, taking him all in her mouth, sliding him all the way down her throat. He tipped his head back with a sound of delight, loving that she never compromised. No kind of intimacy embarrassed her, everything they did was completely natural and desirable for her.

When he had fun with Alys he only came in her mouth. He didn't want bastards like his nephews. With his wife, all he wanted was to come deep inside her, to fill her with his seed, to mark her with his presence. He had never felt so fulfilled as then.

That's why, even when she satisfied him with her mouth, he didn't fall asleep until he sank deep inside her, felt her wonderful warmth and came hard into her core.

He loved falling asleep inside her, and when he had to slip out, he watched with delight as his semen flowed out of her. He felt then that she was only his, and he knew that she loved that feeling herself.

For this reason, despite her wonderful caresses, he slipped out of her mouth and lay on top of her. He slid his tongue deep into her lips, tasting himself, licking her with grunts of delight. His hand found her swollen, sore clit, which he teased and massaged with two fingers.

He knew that when he touched the point directly it caused her pain. What she liked most was when he touched her all around, creating a slow, hot feeling in her lower abdomen. He smirked as she moaned softly.

Every once in a while his fingers slid into her wet, dripping entrance, teasing her. Her thighs parted invitingly before him, but he, unmoved, returned to earlier caresses. He felt her nipples hard with desire, pressing against his chest.

"Please, put him in me already" She whispered helplessly that what he wanted to hear. He looked at her with a smirk. He teased her entrance with the tip of his member, without putting him in.

"That's what you want, sweet wife? Do you want to feel how much your husband needs you?” He asked tenderly, breathing quickly.

"Yes, please, please, ah!" She moaned, leaning back as he entered her suddenly, slowly, sliding all the way inside her, pushing against her fleshy, wet, throbbing walls.

"You're so warm inside." He whispered in delight. He couldn't help himself and started to move inside her. He always promised himself to tease her longer, to get more of her sweet moans, but all he had to do was feel her and he was lost.

His cock moved on its own, seeking fulfillment, wanting to cum inside her, and her walls tightened around him, wanting to keep him inside.

They both began to pant, speeding up, their movements more aggressive and violent, his thighs slapping against her buttocks with a wet, perverted click. They stared at each other in delight, panting heavily, his thumb teasing her clit once in a while, making her shiver.

"I love you." He whispered suddenly, amazed at his own words that came out of his mouth spontaneously.

He loved her, because she traveled with him on the dragon, as befits his wife. He loved her, because she gave up her favorite activities, so he wouldn't feel alone in her homeland. He loved her, because she thought about his feelings and his needs, wanting nothing in return but reciprocation.

Her soft, startled groan answered him. She gripped his buttocks hard, his thrusts brutal and sure, massaging her where she needed it. She looked at him helplessly, unable and unwilling to hide her feelings anymore. She had never been so devoted or faithful to any other man before.

"Me too." She gasped, feeling she was on the verge of consummation, their bodies slapping each other with sticky, loud slaps, his hands clenched tightly around her hips. "Gods, I love you so much"

He leaned over her and kissed her, their lips and tongues colliding in a wet mess of their hot flesh and saliva. They gasped into each other's mouths, writhing under each other. They came moaning loudly, convinced that all of Volantis could hear them.

Aemond squeezed his eye shut as he felt his hot seed spill over her insides, filling her again. He stared at her, his eye filled with adoration and fulfillment. His wife reached up and stroked his cheek. She smiled at him warmly.

“I want to bear your children.”

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[baxndaid]

1999/lmk sun wukong x reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! tbh this can be read as both 1999 or lmk OR literally anything else since this is taking place during the jttw !! SORRY FOR LONG ABSENCE </3

- you were a witch that was ordered to aid the pilgrim named Tripitaka on his quest to find the ancient scriptures

- you didn’t really know he’d have company though, even with your powers you could’ve never predicted that he’d be travelling with a monkey, a pig, and a sea wizard (not to mention their dragon horse)

- at first it was pretty rocky considering that when you revealed yourself to the group, the monkey (who was conveniently named monkey) attacked you with no hesitation

- in battle, you tried to show him the letter you received from the goddess Guan Yin, but it fell on deaf ears and he continued his attacks while calling you a liar

- he stopped as soon as the monk ordered for him to halt, with a bit of encouragement from the headband of course 😋

- you both floated down to your master

- you bowed and introduced yourself as y/n, and the group introduced themselves to you too

- pigsy took a liking to you (obviously)

- monkey did not

- sandy was neutral

- tripitaka was just glad he had another semi-sane individual in his group

- and so, you and your new companions continued with your journey to the west

- ANYWAY that brings you to where you are now 🗣️🗣️

the journey

♡ wukong didnt trust you much, even after a few months of traveling together

♡ he would allow you to do the same things he and his fellow companions did of course, but he would never let you stay and watch his master alone

♡ you did notice, but you didnt care, babysitting the monk wasnt exactly something you were dying to do as much as you respected him

♡ he did appreciate you for your skills, though

♡ Tripitaka managed to get kidnapped 4 times a week instead of 9 with you around 🥳

♡ for that, he warmed up to you

♡ just a smidge tho💔💔

♡ during the whole white bone demon/crimson witch saga; you defended monkey from the accusations of him killing a not so innocent young women

♡ you didnt feel as if he had a reason to lie, and even if you definitely werent his favourite person of the group, you still didnt want him to get punished for something that he did to protect his friends

♡ didnt work tho LMFAOO 😩

♡ he was soon banished from the group and went back to his home in flower fruit mountain in a sour mood

♡ you kinda felt bad but you kinda liked it like lmfaoo deserved 💔💔

♡ after the young monk got in trouble again, it was up to you to find monkey and get him to help you again

♡ you still don’t know why the hell pigsy made you do it, you just assumed he was being lazy and just wanted you to do all the heavy lifting

♡ you’d bully him later for compensation

♡ but for now your goal was to find monkey which was surprisingly easy considering his island was supposed to be incredibly difficult to find

♡ your task was easy, go to the island, get wukong, and come back

♡ it wasn’t easy 💯

♡ you ended up getting ambushed by a bunch of monkeys which you couldn’t take seriously since they were just so cute!

♡ they beat your ass

♡ they brought you to a stone throne with your ex-companion sitting on top of it, a dismissive look on his face and his head leaning on his hand

♡ they pushed you on your knees as the monkey king began to speak

♡ “state your name and your business here”

♡ “oh be quiet, unless you hit your head i expect you to remember me, it’s been like 2 days you dramatic ape”

♡ immediately you regret insulting him as his subjects hold you tighter and audibly chitter and gasp at your words

♡ you grunt “fine, i’m here to take you back to Tripitaka, he’s… in a tight spot” you look up at him to see his expression

♡ “why should i help him? he threw me away without a second thought!”

♡ you groaned, he had the right to be angry but you just wanted to get this over with, so you negotiated with him for a while

♡ a very long while

♡ he sighed, “fine” he got up from his throne “monkey subjects! your king is going on an important mission, you’ll have to do without me for a while” he said dramatically

♡ you playfully rolled his eyes as you watched him comfort the female monkeys, them clearly not wanting him to leave so soon

♡ after like 20 minutes you got bored, you took his hand and led him to your master, you were surprised he let you hold him for so long, he normally shoves pigsy off whenever he flings his arms around him after battle

♡ the rest of your friends rejoiced when they saw a certain monkey flying behind you, hand in hand

♡ pigsy had questions about why the two of you came back with hands intertwined and his mind immediately went straight into the gutter, and naturally, he got jealous

♡ he refused to talk to monkey for a week because of his assumption 😞

lego monkie kid masterlist

[semisolidmind]

How Would Twice as bad , Wukong and Mac react to reader calling herself "Queen of flower fruit mountain" to the monk?

wukong is very, very pleased to hear her say that. macaque has sorta of a "damn right you are" pride about it. her saying that means she's accepted her place with them.

i imagine reader would occasionally pull out that title for plot reasons; maybe being a queen gives her some sway in how things get done. it doesn't really change much in her friendships with the pilgrims, though

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

Hi hi! Can I request Wukong from monkey king reborn where he has a crush on reader?

Thanks so much for the request! Hope you enjoy it. <3 Decided to make this a part one. >///<

Here's Part 2.

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You'd been travelling with the monk and his demon disciples for a little over two weeks now, and… it was actually a lot more fun than you first thought. Other than Pigsy’s constant flirting, you genuinely enjoyed being with the monk and his three troublemakers. They quickly became like family to you and got overprotective over you as such, especially the Great Sage. Many of the villages you visited weren't very welcoming, but Wukong and the others made you feel safe.

Speaking of the Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, in the time you have spent with them, you saw many sides of Wukong. He wasn't just the loud, impulsive, smug, and arrogant primate you first thought. 

He had a much softer side that you didn't notice he only had with you. Like giving up the best sleeping spot to you, bringing you water, letting you have the ripest fruit, and many other things he’d usually reserved for his master. Most of the time, he would treat you much better than his master, a new side that the monk was pleased to see.

At certain moments, such as the present moment, late at night when everything and everyone was at rest or asleep, he questioned himself. Nonetheless, he has discovered that obtaining sleep can be a challenging task. He would always glance at your sleeping form in thought, but this time, you were staring right back at him. This made the blood rush to his face, and he quickly looked back out the window he was sitting on. 

“Is something wrong?” you questioned him in amusement as you sat up. 

“Nothing, go to sleep,” he tried to say aggressively but semi-failed. 

“I'm not tired,” you said as you stood up and walked over Wujing to make your way over to him. 

“Then get tired and go to sleep,” he folded his arms with a huff.

“Why aren't you asleep?” you glanced at him with a slightly tilted head. “Something on your mind?” 

Just you… he thought to himself as he stole a glance your way, but quickly looked away. 

“You could say that,” he grumbled, his eyes still outside as he positioned himself so you could lean against the window sill beside him. 

“Wanna talk about it?” you looked up at him, trying to read his expression, but he was good at hiding his emotions… his blush was something, though. 

“No,” he shook his head, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. 

“Talking sometimes helps.”

“You talk too damn much,” he grumbled. “Go to sleep already.”

“I can't sleep, and I'm not tired,” you mused at his attempt to get rid of you. You'd never know this, but he didn't mean it when he tried to get rid of you. He wanted nothing more, especially on quiet nights like now, for you to stay awake with him and talk. He loved hearing your voice, and seeing you smile at him… he loved you… a lot.

“Just go,” he narrowed his eyes at your defiance.

“I don't want to,” you said simply, with a nonchalant shrug and an indifferent smile. 

“Such a nuisance,” he rolled his eyes at your antics, but he didn't really mind.

“Oh, stop being such a grouch,” you called him out with a soft laugh. 

“We’re leaving early in the morning, I don't want to hear you complaining about lack of sleep again,”

“There isn't enough hours in the day that I don't think I didn't have enough,” you mused. “Can I ask you something?”

“Are you going to sleep after?”

“Maybe I will,” you said stubbornly, he glanced at you, looking over your features carefully before he huffed and looked away.

“What?” he questioned you. 

“What will you do after we get the scriptures?” you glanced at him curiously and felt your heart rate increase seeing one of those expressions on his face. 

It seemed so out of his character, but at the same time, it made him look so… attractive. He seemed to be in thought and wherever his thoughts were taking him, it made him forget about his tough guy act. 

“I'd go back home,”

“And where’s that?” you smiled a bit. He looked at you and just stared for a few seconds, admiring that subtle but captivating change in your expression.  

“Flower Fruit Mountain,”

“Is it nice there?”

“It's the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see,” his voice was soft as he looked into your eyes. At that moment, it felt like he wasn't describing his home.

“I bet,” you couldn't help but smile a bit more, looking at the horizon to try hiding your flustered face.

“What about you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly to look at you. 

“I'll probably go back to the Celestial Realm,” you sighed softly, looking at the night sky with a small frown, something that made Wukong’s subtle content turn to a deep frown. 

“Not looking forward to it?”

“No, not really,” you looked at him with an awkward smile. “But, ya know, it’s home. Such is life,”