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littledoodles501 · 5 months
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Based on a prompt my freind gave me
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celestialkiri · 10 months
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You bet your slippers that rock paper scissors game is a very popular way to decide who's going to tell any bad news to the king inside of the palace! edit: Can't even spell scissors correctly but I finally fix it jeebus-
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dummy-dot-exe · 7 months
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ストライカー by 七種ひのる@Skeb@SaikusaHinoru
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jttw-monkeybusiness · 7 months
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Hello!
I seen some of your art and was wondering about Rin Rin and The Six Eared Macaque. So I was looking at other jttw artist and writers, some made them related; like siblings or something cause they're both macaques (I think- correct me if I'm wrong 🥲)
If I remember correctly they've probably never met each other but if they did how would they react? Would Macaque attack her, knowing she's working with Wukong? And would Rin Rin warn the others (+ Wukong if he's there) immediately about him before he stops her or gets away?
Hopefully I made sense 😭
(Here have some art 🤲✨)
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AYOOO LOOK AT THIS ART! IT LOOKS GREAT!! ❤️❤️❤️ Well in my AU Macaque and Rin Rin are not siblings. Just because they both are macaques(not sure if Rin Rin is also a macaque) doesn't make them related 😂 In my AU Macaque used to be part of Wukong's tripe before Wukong was born. He got kicked out because of all the trouble he caused (killing, manipulating ect.) He was pretty strong back then but not as strong compared to him now. Just like in the novel, the one who can pass the waterfall will become a king, so Macaque decides to train himself, and eat mythical beasts to gain immortality in how own way. However, his immortality is different compared to Wukong's bc Macaque can be killed! He also gain the ability to have this super hearing so when I found out that some stone monkey took his 'place' as a King, he got pissed. RinRin was not alive when Macaque was cast away. It has been a few generations and in my AU the 'original' monkeys gain immortality because Wukong gave the food (+ he took their names out of the Book of Death) from the Jade Emperor's place (while he got drunk) but they can still be killed. Rin Rin has also immortality because she was there when Wukong was born. Only the oldest (immortal) monkeys can recognize Six-Eared-Macaque so you can imagine how they felt when they saw that this fucker is back.
So yeah, technically Macaque is older than Wukong!
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sanzusslutt · 11 months
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Drunk!Rindou x Y/N
cw: alcohol, Rindou is wasted, f! reader, also reader gets afraid of Rindou.
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You were sleeping peacefully after a long day at school when the sound of the doorbell echoed inside your house two or three times.
Someone really wanted you to wake up..
You got up and slowly walked towards the door. Your mother had to stay in the hospital that night, meaning that you were all alone. It wasn't the first night you had to stay alone in the house but you were nervous given the fact that you haven't talked to neither Ran nor Rindou the last week and you didn't have anyone else to call in case something happens.
You went to check the peephole in the door only to see the last person you expected to be out of your door this late at night. Blond hair with light blue highlights and purple eyes looked straight at you like they knew you were looking through.
"Rin?.." You called. not getting any answer you took the decision to open the door and let the man inside your house.
You quickly unlocked the door in worry that he might be hurt. He was standing on the doorframe, hands crossed and head rested on the frame unable to move around. He seemed.. skeptical..
"Rin, its 3 a.m. What are you doing here at this hour? Are you okay?.." You asked. still getting no answer from him.
Instead, he slammed his hand on the outside of the door, opening it, stepped inside and slammed it shut again, making you jump. What scared you was the fact that he looked angry but didn't seem injured and he didn't have anything on his clothes that could prove that he was in a fight. Meaning that, he was irritated either with you or with Ran. Given the fact that he was in your house, you must be the cause for his behavior.
He came closer to you, making you step back and eventually pushing you against the cold wall. You tried to escape by going through your left but he quickly closed your way by putting his hand on the wall next to your head. Mirroring his moves, he does the same thing on your right side and by putting his leg between your own, he traps you among his mascular body and the cold hard wall.
"Rin?.. What is going on?.." You asked, moving your head upwards to look at him, feeling small in comparison to his large body.
"Why.. Why can't you just.." He whispered, that being the first thing he said to you in weeks.
The smell of alcohol in his breath hitted you like a train. You've seen the brothers drink but never drunk. Rindou always wants to have control over what he does and says so you never imagined that you'd see him stoned and out of hand.
He slowly came closer as he rested his left hand on your waist and his right formed a fist against the wall. The gap between your lips closing as he got closer, feeling your stomach overflow with butterflies at the thought of his soft lips against yours.
Your imagination ran wild with what could happen after this kiss, the thought alone made you light up but also unable to move.
His lips ghosted yours as you could feel his hot breath hit your mouth.
Rindou stopped some centimeters away from your lips and instead you could feel him go near your exposed and sensitive neck. He inhaled the familiar smell of your body wash as he rested his heavy head on your shoulder, his scared hand never leaving your waist. His fist on his right hand gets tighter as he punched the hard wall, making you jump.
"Who was that guy you were with yesterday at the club?.." He asked as he cleanched his jaw. He knew very well who the guy was but the alcohol made him say things without thinking them through.
"W- Who?.." You tried to recall your moves the day before but with his head on your shoulder, his hand on your waist and his leg between your own, it was impossible.
"That bastard... He had his hands on your waist just like this and you danced together.." He murmured as he tighten his grip on your waist.
"I.. I can't remember.." Your mind was getting foggy from the strong perfume he wore, making you dizzy.
"Why him?.. how could you.." He slightly raised his head from your shoulder getting better access to your neck. "Even after  that... I.. I still can't get you out of my head.." He softly kissed the side of your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Your smell" He inhaled once again. "Your soft skin" He kissed and bit your neck, hard enough to leave a mark for a few days. "Your sweet and kind personality..." He came closer to your ear. "You're just perfect.." He whispered against your ear, making you melt on his words.
His face came to his previous position in front of yours, lip to lip but still lacked contact. "The things you say and do have such a fucking affect on me, you can't even imagine.." His gaze travelled downward, admiring your trapped body against his.
You slightly tilded your head to the side and lowered your look, your eyes caching a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, making your knees weak and your insides turn in such a delicious way.
"Rin I-.." Your voice came out a little needier than expected but it was cut off by his big hand on your mouth, blocking any sound.
"No.. don't.. I know..." He removed his hand from your mouth, holding your face with his intex finger and his thumb caressing your full of lust lips.
Rindou moved his head upwards, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead and sighed as he removed his hands of your body.
"I'm sorry... for all of this.. " His voice breaking as he quickly turned around, opened the door and closed it again, leaving you alone on your empty cold house.
You were left standing on the wall, slowly sliding down on the cold wooden floor, curling your body with your hands hugging your weak knees, and your face bent and hidden by your hands. Tears started building in your eyes as you began thinking that this was probably the last time you ever talked to him.
ps: this is a part from the new chapter of my Wattpad story "At Your Mercy" if you liked it I recommend you take a look at it! also requests are open!
2ps: want a smut version?.. I kinda want to write one..
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earlff · 4 months
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★ haerin is a cat?
221223 — capa teste;
em caso de inspiração, me credite.
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eliezeer · 6 months
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AAAAAAA GOD JOB RINRINNIE POOKIE💕💘💘💞💝💓💝💓💝💞💕 (still love my bby michael too😭)
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wolfsonic · 9 months
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Fire on the mountain
So before I begin this, I entirely blame @journey-to-the-au for this, cause I rememeber they mentioned that Liu and Rin Rin and the others of the main group survived the attack on the mountian, but they didn't say anything about any of them not being hurt in the process. Am I about to make myself cry by writing this? Yes. Yes, I am. And, please, if i get anyone wrong or mix up anything with the timeline, please let me know, and I'll fix it, but ENJOY THE ANGST ANYWAY!
TW!!! Death, injures, child injury, fire, and the destruction it brings
(if I forget any let me know please, but I think that's all of them)
"GET EVERYONE IN THE WATERFALL CAVE NOW!" XinShu's scream had rang across the mountain hours ago. The celestials that attacked the mountain have all but left, leaving the smoldering remains of the once great forest. Leaving the remaining monkeys scrambling to look for survivors or any food that was salvageable. In some parts, fires still raged, making Liu cough from the smoke.
Ma, Liu, and XinShu were a part of the few ok enough to search the mountain. Beng was in the cave tending to survivors. Thankfully, he had kept his herbs stored away in a smaller cave attached to the waterfall cave, so they remained untouched by the fires. Unfortunately, he had lost most of his equipment in the attack. Ba had taken a serious burn to his back, Chestnut having minor scratches from the ordeal was tending to him after Beng had looked him over.
Courage and Wisdom had made it safely to the cave, thanks to XinShu. But, that only left one monkey unaccounted for. One Liu was despretly trying to find.
Rin Rin.
The Marshal held a tiny cub in his arms as he raced back to Waterfall Cave. The little thing looked to be a month old. His mother long since passed, protecting him from most of the brunt of whatever happened to them. A cut was across his side. Thankfully, it didn't look too bad, but Liu didn't want to take any chances.
When he finally entered the cave, the sight of many hurt monkeys made his heart sink. He swept the crowd and looked for Beng while simultaneously hoping Rin Rin had finally made it to them. Liu raced towards medicine monkey, calling out to him. The stress lines on Beng's face showed brightly as he gently took the cub from Liu's arms. His tiny, pained whimpers from the child was the only thing Liu could hear.
Everything else felt muffled to him, as his panic to find Rin Rin grew, before he could sink further, a gentle paw rested on his shoulder. The Marshal turned to meet the eyes of Courage, and the mute monkey gently cupped his face before she made an exaggerated breath. Liu held onto her as he fought to get his breathing under control.
[You can not search if you don't have a clear head. You will find her.] She signed to him when he finally was able to calm down enough to make out what she was saying.
"Thank you." Liu said softly, before gently letting the older monkey go, she nodded before he turned and raced back out of the cave, passing by Ma who led a group of monkeys into it.
Liu searched, his panic continuing to grow each second he couldn't find Rin Rin. What felt like an eternity, a pained voice spoke making him stop in his tracks. "Liu..."
He immediately whipped his head, searching for his moonlight. Before he could stop himself, he called out to her, his voice desperate. "RIN RIN!"
A pained whimpers was all he received back, and immediately he followed the sounds. Not caring for the increasing burn marks that littered his hands, arms and back. He had forgone his armor ages ago, after it got melted beyond repair in the first attack of the celestials. The first thing he spotted was the tattered remains of the flower Rin Rin wore proudly. One he had picked for her himself, it was then when he looked up he saw the sight before him.
Rin Rin looked up from where she laid, meeting his eyes her own swam with relief at the sight of him. A barely mature tree had fallen due to fire, one of its many branches currently had the smaller monkey's leg trapped. Tiny flames still danced along its bark, one of them being too close to Rin Rin for his liking, and Liu immediately raced towards her.
Without a second thought, he grabbed the branch trapping her, and slowly began to lift it. He held back any sound of pain, as the very hot bark touched his palms. When finally it was high enough, Rin Rin scooted out from under the tree branch. The Marshal dropped the branch before immediately checking her over.
Soot and dirt covered her once pristine fur, old and fresh tears trailed down her cheeks, Liu gently leaned down lookin over the ankle that had been trapped. It was swollen, his panic brain couldn't tell if it was broken or just sprained. Thankfully it looked to not be burned, which was a small blessing.
Liu after the check immediately pulled her into a hug, careful not to aggravate anything, one she returned. Sobs of pain mixed with relief came from her, only making him cling tighter to her. After a bit, he spoke gently to her "I'm going to pick you up. Ok?"
Rin Rin could only nod, and with as much care and gentle apologies, Liu held her close to his chest as he began to walk back to Waterfall Cave. That's when he finally got a good look around, and realized where they were. One of Flower Fruit Mountain's many berry fields, the once beautiful field now laid smoking.
Liu bit the bottom of his lip at the sight but, continued his trek. Focusing on the shaking form in his arms, one of his hands gently kept Rin Rin's face hidden in the crook of his neck. Keeping her from seeing the majority of the remians of their once thriving population. Liu fought the urge to cough.
Liu tried desperately to keep the walk back as smooth as possible, finally after what felt like hours, the cave was in sight. Making a immediate bee line towards it. The Marshal once again looked around for Beng, seeing him sitting down, Ma was next to him holding his hands, and talking to him gently.
A voice broke through the silence as Chestnut raced towards them. "Rin Rin! Marshal!"
The monkey gently tugged Liu forward fretting over both of them. Which Liu tried to brush off himself to direct it more towards Rin Rin. At the call Beng shot up. "I'm sorry Beng." Liu said seeing the tired eyes of the other as he approached. Beng just waved it off before motioning for Liu to put her down.
With gentle coaxing, Rin Rin finally let go of Liu from the hug but, kept her hand into his own. Beng first checked her leg, his face pulled into a frown before making a snapping motion with his hands. Rin Rin asked softly "do you have stuff to fix it?"
Beng nodded before walking off toward what little supplies he had left. He returned with a salve, some herbs, splints, and a wrap. Beng with gentle hands reset the foot with the splints and wrap, Liu cooing softly to Rin Rin with words of encouragement. Then he moved to adding salve to Rin Rin's scraps, before finally giving her herbs to eat. Beng then turned to Liu thrusting them as well as the salve into the Marshal's hands.
"Beng I don't need-" Liu was cut off by a gab in his good side, and he immediately looked as an irritated Rin Rin.
"Don't even think about not taking them, your breathing already sounds bad!" Rin Rin said with a glare, bringing Liu to notjust how raspy his breath has gotten. Liu just nodded making Beng relaxed before the medicine monkey walk off. Ma gently leading him to lay down and finally rest.
Liu looked at the Monkey's around them. Chestnut had returned to Ba's side, but the General was sound asleep. So all she did was curl up next to him to fall asleep as well. Wisdom, Courage and XinShu all say in a small circle, he immediately averted his gaze when he realized they were hugging one another. Beng had his head in Ma's lap, grooming him gently as she spoke softly to him.
Finally Liu turned his gaze to Rin Rin, her eyes still looking at him. He then relented and ate the herbs he was given. The Marshal's face screwing up at the taste, but thankfully the pain in his throat seemed to lessen. Before he could do anything, Rin Rin took the salve and started applying it to his burns. Taking great care, especially with the ones on his hands. "You hurt yourself because of me." her pained whisper made Liu look at her.
He leaned down and gently rested his forehead to her own. "And I'd do it again. If that ment taking you away from pain." Fresh tears slid down her cheeks at the vow, the two sat there as the fires dwindled down to nothing outside the cave.
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noodlecatt467 · 1 year
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Why did I make this? Idk
The little pink monkey is Rin Rin a character from Saiyuuki a 1960’s movie
Here she’s just a regular monkey demon along with other monkey demons who lived in flower fruit mountain with Macaque and Wukong . She has an innocent little crush on Sun but he’s completely oblivious to it so they just stay friends. Also this comic is really just to show Wukong had a hard time realizing the difference between romantic partners and battle partners and it really sent everyone up the wall.
(Also i wanted to experiment with wukongs facial design 🙃)
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lowerca53 · 7 months
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The monkie king and bibi 🌸
I need drawing
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hcdragonwrites · 9 months
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Love of a Mountain
(Part two to @journey-to-the-au Banquet Fic)
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Here is part two to Banquet! I hope you enjoy !
Willow walked out of her room sometime later, having divested herself of the Heavenly court garments. Instead she was back in her simple gowns and letting her hair fall free the way she liked. If Wukong insists upon a feast then it’s best not to get the garments Heaven-approved-of messy.
Feasts were never the same thing twice here on Flower Fruit Mountain. Each one was as different as a sunset- a thing to be experienced and enjoyed. Heaven's orderly festivals and banquets were usually repetitive and ended the same. No two feasts upon the mountain could ever be compared or summed up as the same.
Rin Rin was coming just from around the corner as Willow closed her door. Though she and Wukong were married- they still enjoyed having a room to run back to and sequester themselves in. They had a shared room- one that linked the two seperate ones together. They used this only when the two desired affection and connection. Or when one or both was having a day of it. For Wukong this would be phantom pains from the circlet he had worn across his brow, or nightmares from his time within the vats being boiled alive. For Willow, this would be memories of the imposter, or nightmares of glowing eyes in the dark asking her how sweet she would taste.
Just a Kiss Willow dear~
Willow shook her head, chasing the cobwebs from her mind. Rin Rin came with a smile and wave. The little gray monkey had a fresh flower behind her ear and her fur was all a sparkle beneath her ochre robes. Willow bent to greet her friend in a warm hug as she collided.
“Willow! I’ve come to collect you.” Rin Rin said. Willow sighed.
“Truly all this fuss and bother for a bit of a missed meal.” Willow grumbled back. “I told Wukong it would be fine, but he insisted on waking everyone for a feast.”
Rin Rin smiled as she stepped back, taking Willow's hand and rushing her along the corridor. Even from way back here, she could make out the gaiety and laughter spilling from the great dining hall beyond. Music was being struck up and Willow couldn’t help but hum a bit of the tune. The folk songs of Flower Fruit Mountain usually were rhymes or twisting trickster tales and harrowing pranks that brought glory. The tune now was a song written for Courage, of her triumph over a tiger and how her trade for her life was her voice.
“Well I heard that Heavenly feasts can’t compare to our own!” Rin Rin touched her flower with her free hand, adjusting it. “Besides, Wukong has some entertainment planned!”
Willow couldn’t help feeling a little bit excited for that. Wukong loved to act out and depict his tales and songs and many deeds with improvisation and magic. He would change shape as swiftly as a wind shifted direction, catching all the crowd up in his story weaving. Her dear friend had many stories to tell and a delightful way to show the little ones of the troupe all the stories he delivered on.
“He didn’t have to wake up the whole mountain.” Willow protested but her protests were getting weaker of conviction the closer they got to the hall. Delicious smells set her stomach to rumbling and Rin Rin grinned. The small monkey knew her friend was losing the battle to protest. She simply pulled her along faster, eager herself to join in the merry making.
“We like parties, Willow.” Rin Rin put simply. The monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain adored parties. Festivals were favorites. Banquets were boastful. Special occasions were sublime. Any excuse to have a good time and to enjoy themselves was enough. And Rin Rin loved showing off her outfits to Liu, her husband. “Wukong seems more excited than he usually is coming back from the Palace.”
That was true. Usually when they came back from such an excursion to the Heavenly Palace he was tired, fed up with celestial interactions. The human behaviours threw him even now because some celestials would act more human and then those few that came from origins on the mortal world would act more animalistic but look the most human of all. It was always a balancing game of how to interact with who and it was something Wukong could never truly get the hang of.
Willow helped where she could but Wukong preferred to, as he liked to say, ‘Shove himself into a live volcano then try and talk to another official celestial body’. Her handsome monkey tried so hard and usually by the end of a night, was beyond tired and grumpy. Especially if that night was like this one. Hearing Wukong was in good spirits had her thinking.
“What is he trying to pull?” She said aloud.
“Whatever it is, it's for you and you have to be in your spot!” Rin Rin chuckled.
They came around the bend of a stalagmites and out into the great cavern that held the dining area. The stone tables and stools were filled with row upon row of monkeys, of every shade and color imaginable. A living rainbow of fur and silk, the Flower Fruit Mountain troupe were in full jovial mood. Willow caught sight of the overflowing dishes- so quickly prepared!- lining the tables in great silver platters. Fruit cobblers, sweet breads drizzled in glazes of sugar, pies stuffed with almonds and oats, great heaps of fruits of all kinds littered the table. Coconut toddy was passed around in great glass jugs between neighbors on benches. Willow saw shellfish poached and buttered, swaths of tofu fried or grilled in a number of sauces passed from table to table. The comradery, the welcome air, was like snuggling into a warm blanket on a cold night.
Rin Rin led the way to the highest table, one exclusively left for Wukongs closest family and his most trusted advisors. They passed the theater floor, which had been cleared of stools and tables. There would be an event of some kind then.
Great swaths of coconut flesh were shining like white snow upon nearby tables and one of the littlest babes held it out to Willow as they passed.
“Granma Willow! Granma Willow!” The little babe spoke up, holding the coconut flake out. “Try try! I got it myself”
“All by yourself?” Willow remembered the name of this little tuft of fluff. He had been named for the pink of his eyes, and for the rare seasoning brought down upon the world from mountain heights. “Salt thats quite a feat!” She took the coconut from Salts little paw and popped it into her mouth.
“Mmm! Delicious!” And the little babe beamed, flapping his hands excitedly. This started up a small baby monkey storm as the littles, hearing that Grandmother Willow was trying and tasting food, came running. It was like a small tidal wave that Rin Rin got swept up in as well.
“Try my apple!” A brown furred little named Braken chirped, presenting a slice of a ruby red apple to Willow. Before Willow could respond, another little monkey climbed her dress, determination across his very tight little face.
“No no!” Storm challenged. “I made my berries into a jam! Just like you showed me!” He held the tiny little jar in one tiny fist. He was yanked down by another baby, a bit bigger female of the group.
“Grandma Willow would prefer my bread!” Scarlet said.
“Well I made yogurt! With bananas !” Another baby called from the top of Rin Rins head, and suddenly Willow couldn’t keep track of the babies who started to bicker.
“That’s nothing- I MADE THE BEST THING!”
“NO I DID.”
“NO ME!”
Rin Rin popped up from beneath a group trying to climb her, laughing and trying to be serious to reprimand the over eager children in their quest to impress the grandmother of the mountain. Willow herself was laughing too hard as she tried and failed to take a taste of all the treats the babies held out to her. Being bombarded in such a way with so much love was a bit overwhelming but also such a warm and buttery feeling.
It’s nice to feel and see so much love. To be wanted and loved in such a way.
“You littles better get back in your places right now!” The voice of her friend called from beyond Willows sight.
“GRANDPA WUKONG!!” And the small tidal wave of littles swamped the Monkey King. He used his magic, growing larger to collect them all in his arms and swing them about.
“Oh my treasures! How are each of you darling gems! You listening to your mothers? Minding your fathers?” A chorus of yes! Came from the clinging little children, laughing as their grandpa swung them about and placed them back at each table with their parents. “Remember! We can’t swamp Grandma Willow! She may get overwhelmed ok?”
“Yes grandpa!”
“Good little treasures!” He said to them in approval. Once all the babies were back with their parents at their respective tables, Wukong held out his hand to Willow. She took it, Rin Rin holding the other as her two friends pulled her up from the floor and to the table.
“I love them all so much.” Willow thought aloud, as she watched the eager and open love from some of the children and their family’s. She would do anything for these tiny gems that shone with such brightness.
“They almost drowned you in that love.” Rin Rin remarked, straightening her fur and having it lie back in place. “They almost drowned me as well-to get at you- the cheeky lemmings.” This last part was said with such soft love that it took all the teeth out of the remark.
“It would have been a good death.” Willow replied.
“Death by smothering?” Wukong snorted. He nodded to his mothers who greeted him, Willow and Rin Rin in return. Wukong led Rin Rin to her seat beside Marshal Liu who was dressed in his finest armor. His soft cream colored fur looked extra well brushed and presentable. Liu smiled to Willow, bowing his head. Rin Rin eagerly went to her seat, setting the both of them to blushing. Ma and Chestnut were seated beside them, already enjoying the sautéed mushrooms and several shellfish between them.
“Death by love is poetic. Especially when it comes from such little hands and happy hearts.” Willow's smile was warm as she spoke, her gaze sweeping the full and boisterous hall. She didn’t notice the slight sparkle that entered Wukongs eyes as he witnessed Willows face melt into one of such love and adoration.
Wukong then led Willow to her spot at the table, right beside his mothers Wisdom and Courage. To their left was Xinshu, quietly picking and dismantling some poor raspberries. Willow wondered how she was peeling them without the berries bursting. Xinshu was expertly dissecting the berries with the tips of her claws. She turned and waved a red tipped claw at Willow and, though there was no malice, there was a hint of cool challenge.
Willow wouldn’t dare comment on her sister-in-laws habit of spooking her or the others of the celestial court. It had taken a while for her and the white simian to come to a sort of trust and agreement of mutual respect. Willow knew that her little wave wasn’t meant to scare her in the fashion she had originally set about when Willow had first come to the mountain. Instead she was testing her strength, challenging Willow as if to say ‘see? Can you do that?’
Willow could not eviscerate a raspberry. She didn’t even know it was possible to do so. Beyond Xinshu sat Ba and Chestnut. It was good to keep Ma and Ba separate to prevent the start of food fights.
Though, Willow admitted, it wasn’t always bad pranks- food fighting was a new experince. It was quite humorous to join in.
Willow would never tell Ma or Ba but she did enjoy their antics to a point. They kept everyone, including herself, on their toes. But they had also taught her better pranks after she had tricked Wukong with a bucket, a door and some simple water. She recalled that memory fondly when the two standoffish monkeys suddenly approached her one day while she was out tending to the orchards.
“Listen-“ Ma said, coming out from beneath an overhanging peach tree, tail curled in a casual S shape
“We love the classic prank you pulled-“ Ba continued. He hopped down from the opposite tree, a peach in his hand. He took a bite, leaning against the bark.
“It was amazing-“ Ma said.
“Ten out of ten!” Ba Replied.
“But if you really want to get Wukong-“ Ma leaned in.
“Like TRUELY trick that old man-“ Ba continued, leaning in conspiratorial.
“Your gonna need better material!” They said together, their tails twitching in tandem.
“Fear not-“ Ba grumbled, finishing off the peach and tossing the pit.
“You're in good hands now.” Ma finished, taking Willow by the hand and leading her through the orchard to discuss further prank material.
Willow had slowly won over much of the mountain's love and adoration in just her actions and her words. She had proven to the cautious and most hesitant of Flower Fruit Mountain that she was not like other Celestials. She wasn’t like the rest of the court that had brought their wrath down upon the mountain during Wukongs younger days.
Willow was partially through a quite delectable bit of sautéed Chicken of the Woods with shallots and chopped onions when Wukong stood, tapping the side of his coconut toddy with the tip of a knife. The simple noise brought a calmer atmosphere to the hall as Wukong cleared his throat.
“My family! I called on this sudden feast to celebrate my wonderous Wife Willow!” A collective murmur of appreciation swept through the attendants.
“Oh no Wukong why…” Willow felt her face flame a bit in embarrassment. While her friend delighted in the spotlight, Willow didn’t mind watching from the sidelines. Suddenly being thrust into the whole reason for a feast made Willow groan in second hand embarrassment.
“Yes ! She defended my honor when the celestial men of the court cornered me to ask and pester questions from your good king!” Gasps. A few furious teeth barings. Xinshu sliced a little too harshly through her raspberry and sprayed red juice across the table. Wisdom rolled her eyes at her sons theatrics.
“Was it really all that bad?” Rin Rin asked, leaning into Willow.
“They did ask about our ability to reproduce -“ Willow began and Liu grumbled.
“I cannot understand the Celestials' obsession with putting their noses into others' familial relations.” The Marshal shook his head. “I am sorry you were put through that … embarrassment, my Lady. If I had been there I would have challenged his honor.” Willow smiled at him, feeling touched by his need to defend her. Marshal Liu had been one of the first to start calling her ‘My Lady’ after her incident at the river. He was always polite and professional, reminding her of the few times she had actually talked to her brothers.
“Your king was cornered,” Wukong continued, beginning to replay the events with magic. He had pulled several hairs from his coat, chewed and then created duplicates from the strands. The doubles changed themselves into leering courtly men, surrounding a very terribly distressed Wukong. “He was communicating quite clearly how he wished to be away and alone when Willow put on the best performance!”
Another double appeared a bit further down on the cleared theater space, Willow in all her courtly attire. Real Willow was pretty convinced Willow douple was glamoured just a bit much. Her hair shone like a ravens wing and her face almost gave off sparkle as it turned. The real Wukong stood back narrating, pointing out each scene as it happened.
Willow felt her face flame a bit more.
“She swooned and put on a spectacular show of it, asking her husband to rescue her from the stifling court air.” Here the Douple Willow fell over in a dramatic recreation. Douple Wukong rushed forward, catching the fainting Willow.
“ And I, the magnificent King that I am, decided that enough was enough and brought her back to our wondrous mountain home.”
Wukong dismissed his copies and turned, to fix his eyes upon Willow. He smiled, and it was a fun and gentle one, full of teasing and love and such open warmth that it could rival the sun.
“Truly she saved us from a bland night of watching the controlled dances of horses and court gossip.”
Ma and Ba were both roaring and cheering with a large majority of the monkeys now. Willow blushed harder and kissed Wukongs forehead. “I can’t believe you.”
“That’s a good rebuff … right?”
“I am going to play the largest prank on you when you least expect it !” Willow smiled. She knew he did this out of love. And out of a need to tease and praise her. But she wanted to tease him back.
Wukong returned the kiss, placing one right on the tip of her nose. “I look forward to your pranks and will return them in kind.” And he snuck a cheeky tug to her hair in play.
As they pulled apart and settled into their meal again, Willow slowly became aware that there was a murmur going about the tables. A muttering and grumbling that started low and finally crested as some of the troupe of monkeys asked louder.
“Dancing horses? What -“
“They have dancing horses?”
Wukong heard the mutterings and rose once again from his seat.
“Oh yes and they danced with such boring restraint! I’ll show you how a real horse should dance!” Before anyone could tell Wukong no, he had somersaulted back into the cleared theatre space and shapeshifted. An adorable short chestnut stallion stood on the theater floor, his facial markings becoming a white banded blaze across his face. The dining hall whooped and cheered as Wukong began to go through the paces. The horse sidestepped and spun, reared and tossed his head. Then he did things that no horse would ever attempt or try. He stood up and walked several paces, trying to imitate several courtiers in the palace. Wukong balanced on one leg, hopping from table to table and alternating. The hall was a frenzy of calling and cries of laughter as the horse became more ridiculous with each iteration of his ‘dance’.
After landing on his front hooves and balancing a goblet on his back hooves, Wukong paused to allow the hall to cheer and to settle. Then the horse turned his face back to the table, to Willow.
“Of course Heavens horses did not dance alone.” He proclaimed. He bowed in horse fashion, neck pulling in as a foreleg extended outward and downward. “Will you join me Willow?”
An abrupt silence as the monkeys in the hall heard this. Then like a bubbling brook they began to babble and chatter.
“Join him Willow!”
“Show us what you can do!”
“Can a celestial keep pace with him?” Xinshu spoke up, raising a brow in playful challenge at her sister-in-law. “My brother does shape change swiftly.”
Willow, stood and walked to the theater floor. When she had first shown Wukong that she too could change shape, it had been from a deep place of trust. To celestials, changing shape like this was seen almost as taboo. Why would one born of Heavens Grace wish to besmirch that gift? Willow had been taught the ways as any young princess would, and told to use them only in dire circumstances.
That resolve had only begun to deteriorate when coming to Flower Fruit Mountain and seeing her friend somersault into bears and birds with a blink of an eye. Shape changing was not meant to show off or be boastful- but Wukong didn’t do it to rub it in others faces. He did it to entertain, to bring joy and laughter to his home and his people. Willow, after years and years of holding to her understanding, had decided to surprise him. They had been sitting on Willows favorite cliff, the one Wukong had brought her to to first experience a sunshower.
She had been filled with liquid joy- they had spent the day with a group of littles teaching them what could be approached and what to be avoided. Of course that meant Wukong had shapeshifted to be the physical representation of each animal that Willow would describe as either dangerous or neutral. Seeing him effortlessly entertain the littles and the smiles it brought the babies, had finally turned what resolve she had left to dust.
Heaven would never see her do what she was about to do- so why should she hold back?
“Wukong.”
“Mm? What is it Willow?”
“Look” She moved her hands back, pushing them over her face and felt the change take shape. It was a fizzing sensation not that strange from tickling. It had her smiling when she had completed the shift, now just as tall as Wukong. She had turned into a monkey.
Wukongs eyes had become large as saucers, the pupils blown out as he watched her. She had cute little paws, a sparkling face and adorable tail.
He took a deep breath and politely accused “First off. Wow. Secondly. Why are you so cute ? Like, that’s not fair.”
They had spent that day testing who was cuter and who had the better form. It had melted the last of Willows worries about the taboo of shape changing. On earth there were rules that didn’t need to be adhered to as in Heaven. Restraining the joy of being able to be you was one of those rules that got thrown completely clear of the mountain.
It was a slow process to fully get Willow to relax into shape changing for fun but it didn’t take long. As the celestial walked onto the theater stage she felt the fizz and bubble.it rippled across her skin. One step she was Earth Reaching Willow, eldest celestial daughter to Heaven. The next step she was a bay mare, hooves sticking the stone as she pranced up to Wukong.
The hall went wild with cheers and clapping. Willow could hear Ma and Ba calling out from behind.
“Why she is more stunning than our cousin!”
“Bet she could put you through the ringer Wukong!”
Wukong heard this and tossed his head, nostrils flaring. Dancing was gone from his mind as he turned to stare out into the crowd.
“Do we want to put that to a vote? Who here thinks I have the best transformations?”
A roar crashed down upon Willows ears.
“And who here believes Willow to be the better shifter?”
Surprisingly a good half of the room still shouted their support, Rin Rin the loudest with a “Kick his butt Willow!”
Willow stepped up to Wukong, nuzzling him in horse fashion and chewing a bit of his mane. The stallion, shorter than she, stuck his head beneath her neck and wickered affectionately.
“You’ve decided to make a game of this?” Willow snorted in laughter. Wukong could make a competition and game from anything mundane. If it was laundry it would be a race. If it was baking it would be a contest. Shape Changing would be no different now that he had discovered and helped build up Willows courage to do it.
“Heavens fun is boring compared to ours.” Wukong wuffed. He pulled back, flagging his tail and taking a few strides in a trot. The crowd of monkeys whistled. “I think I’ll be the favorite shape changer.”
“Oh really?” Willow decided to give as good as she got. She tossed her head sending the cascade of black mane across her neck. Willow strutted, performing a perfect Piaffe, giving the illusion of galloping in place. The monkeys were a great audience to perform too- they were enjoying this and eating it up like sweet fruits- crying out to each of them in turn.
“I am the favorite after all.” Wukong countered. Then she watched as he changed shape. One step he was a chestnut stallion, proud head and tail flagging. In the next he had stepped into a wolf, red brindled fur shining.
“Only because you are a king!” Willow called. She decided to leap over the wolf that was Wukong and change mid air, becoming a jet black she wolf on the landing. The crowd applauded. They circled each other, tails wagging in play.
“Are you saying my monkeys would be biased to me?” Wukong woofed, tongue lolling in a smile. He chased his tail, earning some giggles from the littles as shifted again into a red buck. He tossed his head, displaying the twelve pointed tines like a crown on his head. “They would never favor me unfairly over you.”
“Is that so?” Willow teased. She slid beneath his neck, stepping into the next shape as a beautiful doe, eyes as black as the night. “Last I recall, I think they chose you as the winner for the pie baking contest we held- even though your pie was inedible!”
Willow nipped his ear affectionately and sprang back, hooves light as a dancer.
“It was completely edible!”
“It was undercooked and you know it!”
The two friends continued to shift from shape to shape. Wukong leading, Willow following. As they jabbed and teased, joked and called the others bluffs, they flowed through shape after shape. Like dancers they moved, becoming butterflies in one step, to crowing peacocks the next. They became so many shapes- cheetahs and foxes, phoenixes and unicorns, dragons and serpents.
Each turn of their game elicited more calls from the crowd. Applause as the pair turned into hyenas and set the room to laughing. Whoops as Wukong and Willow folded into antelope. They flowed through forms, trading jests and conversation in a playful manner. The game became less of a contest and more of a performance as each movement was either matched or complimented by the other.
Finally Wukong turned into a flaming tiger, roaring into the hall. Smaller babes squeaked in fear but most exclaimed their joy. Willow flowed seamlessly from the crane she had been before to a great white tigress, matching his roar.
Willow had forgotten the crowd almost entirely. She was laughing and so was Wukong as they came out of that final shape and back to themselves. They were both breathing hard as magic like that done so rapidly was an exercise in itself. Like any sport, magic was taxing. Wukong took his wife’s hand and they stepped to the edge of the cleared ground. They bowed in unison.
The hall erupted in joyous calls. Their names were shouted in unison, the game forgotten by the crowd themselves. The night from there on devolved into song and dance, food and good company. Sweets musical band struck up another song, a new one of tonight’s performances and the shifting grace of the mountain's two rulers. It was received with jubilant applause and calls for more and more. The wine flowed, the dancing ensued and Willow and Wukong laughed, the Polestar Palace Banquet far behind them.
It was hours later, the flow of wine leaving Willows head a bit lighter than usual. She had possibly drunk a bit too much tonight. Wukong, Rin Rin, Liu and herself were all trying to make their way back to their rooms. All four of them kept either tripping or stumbling which would elicit giggles from the others.
“What a Night..” Rin Rin hiccuped. She was spun in Lius arms in a very shoddy imitation of the dance from early.
“A night to remember~” Liu had stars within his eyes as he dipped his mate into a bow and proceeded to press as many kisses to her face. This elicited Rin Rin and Willow to laugh- Rin Rin because it set her face aflame and Willow because she loved seeing her friends be in love.
“We better give ‘em some privacy.” Wukong took Willows hand, tugging her toward their rooms. “Make sure you at least make it back to your room!”
The two love birds didnt respond as Liu began to whisper in her ear and set Rin Rin to giggling further. Wukong snagged something from inside their room - a pillow - and tossed it at Liu. It plunked against the Marshals head and he stopped his playful torture to look up.
“Make it back to your room Liu before you turn Rin into melted wax!” Wukong said. His friend gave a nod. Then he immediately swooped Rin Rin up into his arms and marched away.
“Well at least they will have some sort of privacy…” Wukong laughed, closing the door. This was their shared room- the space that the two could come together in. A great mound of bed stuffs- pillows, blankets, and soft downy furs, rose from a circular spot in the middle of the room. Willow made her way to it now, not caring to change and not worrying about the clothes she wore. They wouldn’t wrinkle terribly or dig into her skin from hidden pins or corsets.
These were her comfortable dresses made to toss and roll in. Wukong had had them made for her when she first came to Flower Fruit Mountain and had complained of her tight clothes and binding silks. Willow tumbled straight into the nest of bed stuff, grumbling and stretching happily as the soft down consumed her.
Well I’m not getting back up again.
She was beginning to fall asleep, drifting away on a warm glow when she heard the Monkey King call to her.
“Willow?”
“Mm?” She lifted her head up, fighting the sleep. A belly full of food and wine with her body tired from magic and dancing- it was a great feat for Earth Reaching Willow to make eye contact with her friend.
Wukong had slipped from his mottled and fancy clothes, wearing a plain tunic. He looked at her with his great golden eyes then looked away. He kicked an invisible bit of dust at his feet.
“Would you … mind …” Wukong began. Then trailed off. Even half asleep, even with a good bit of Coconut Toddy in her body, Willow could read that look a mile away.
“You want to cuddle don't you?” She summarized.
His eyes grew as big as saucers as he nodded, eagerly.
“Come here, my handsome Monkey.” Willow opened her arms, an open invitation to him. Wukong came barreling in, settling himself into her. Wukong burrowed a hand into her hair. Willow curled her own into his fur. Wukong tucked her head into his chest and Willow made that her pillow. His tail wound around her leg as her free hand began to scratch his back. Wukong chirped and smacked his lips, nuzzling the top of her head and eliciting laughter from her.
The warm glow wasn’t just from the wine. Nor from the warmth these two souls shared. It was a common and honest love, deeper than physical. A bond of trust and care.
“That was fun.” Wukong spoke between his happy rumbles.
“You were planning to perform like those horses huh?” Willow asked him. Her fingers began to scratch behind his ears.
“Yeah- I was gonna be the sole horse dancer.” Wukong began to run his fingers through her hair, gentle as a spring breeze. “But… I’m glad you joined in. It’s more fun when there’s a partner to play with.”
“We’re partners for life.” Willow mumbled. Her fingers were slowing as Wukong pet and tended her.
“Partners to the end.” Wukong chuckled and pressed a kiss to her brow.
“Mm love you Wukong.” Willow muttered, falling back into sleep.
“Love you too Willow..” Wukong spoke between the happy baby noises he was making.
The two fell into sleep, happy and content and the troubles of the previous Banquet already buried beneath the memories of the new one. The safest place for both Willow and Wukong was here, within the gentle embrace of each other's arms. No nightmares came for them. Only blissful sleep and warm dreams. Dreams of food and wine and shifting shapes. And of a love that was the size and greatest of Flower Fruit Mountain.
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celestialkiri · 10 months
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She will be so popular 😌😩❤️✨
Rin Rin (or Dee Dee) in my AU will become BFF with Sophie. She will be one of the first monkeys that would help her to settle down in FFM. With a little help for some cultural fashion trends (and support) our Sophie will be ready 😌❤️
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I tried to look at some outfits and styles from Tang Dynasty because if I understood correctly that's the timeline JTTW happens. Regardless designing these outfits was SUPER FUN and you better bet your kidneys that I will dress up Sophie like this!
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dummy-dot-exe · 8 months
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by 감자싹 {Potato guy} @gamjasssak
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jttw-monkeybusiness · 9 months
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Hello again!
I have a question about Wukong and Sophie’s future babies. In previous post you said that they would adopt baby monkeys (I think?) since they can’t have kids on their own, I was wondering what you mean by that? Like, are the babies just normal baby monkeys who can’t talk or are they simians like Wukong (just not blood related)? Also I would love the see drawings of the lovely couple hanging out with their babies! That would be adorable! <3
Have a nice day/night! Keep up the amazing work, you have a serious talent! <3
Hello hello! Yeah, I have talked about that they might adopt some monkey kiddos in the future like many many years after the marriage when Sophie wants to. If she wants to. I have not liked writing this on a stone that would be canon, but I have been thinking about it. Vibing the idea that this would fit their character. But still, IF this would happen, the monkeys would be like Wukong, Rin Rin, and Marshal Liu :'D monkey-human-ish creatures lol. As much as Sophie would love to take care of normal monkeys, the lack of knowledge and language barrier would be exhausting! Not impossible but exhausting :'D If this will become canon I will draw them with their kiddos for sure! For some people who are new to this blog here are Rin Rin and Marshal Liu compared to Wukong's mother. I had this idea that there are also normal monkeys with 'magical monkeys' aka. Wukong's original trope! They wear clothes and can talk 'normally' so pretty much the same as us but monkey :'D hehe
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the-monkey-ruler · 1 month
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I heard someone say that Rin Rin (one of SWK's most well-known love interests in jttw media) dies in the sequel and I was wondering if it was true, because you know, at least she was the only one to escape that curse to be swk's love interest and not die.
Yes there is something like that. There isn’t a sequel to the Saiyuki 1960 movie but rather this is considered a remake of the OG manga that was made in 2003. While they don’t make it obvious it is sadly true that in that version when Rinrin comes to check on Wukong under the mountain she doesn’t feed him the lil chestnuts this time.
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The 1960s Rinrin fell in the snow in her constant effort to feed Wukong while he was under the mountain. But she was saved by Guanyin when she fell in the snow and Rinrin was the one to save Wukong with her love as Guanyin rewarded HER by letting Wukong be free and take Sanzang on the mission. If anything Rinrin SAVED Wukong in this version.
Rather the 2003 version of this story looks like the movie takes the direction that Rinrin only has a mortal life and cannot live the 500 years when Wukong is under the mountain. She is there for him... but there is no Guanyin coming for her this time.
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In this version, it is suggested she does not survive the winter....
The next scene cuts to Sanzang coming to free Wukong from the mountain to save Wukong but there is no Rinrin there to say goodbye.
I don't know which version follows the manga better as I haven't read it nor found a copy to read it but the 2003 was considered to be a more... intense version of the story with more heartache despite its cute anime-style. The 1960s was meant for a more child audience so I wouldn't be surprised if they changed the movie so that Wukong and Rinrin may be happy after all.
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littledoodles501 · 8 months
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I did a scene redraw! I love these two chaotic dumbasses.
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