#shadowpeach art

[fedjet]

cotton candy!!!

[midnightlavenderimp]

oh damn they snug as a bug!

[lulisart]

[eggyboyoart]

hey pookiess, just some silly goofy shadowpeach for you guys today :DD ANYWAY enjoy byeee :PP

[tohot4u]

They goofy

[strawbbella]

Ah, so that's who he was waiting for

[neonisradioactive]

Sun Wukong woke with a jolt.

This dream again.

He clutched at his blanket with a white-knuckled grip, almost tearing into it with his claws. The ringing in his ears hadn’t ceased, unfortunately, and even the light of the rising sun wasn’t enough to get the nightmare out of his mind.

He’d had this dream often enough over the last millennia to know exactly how it went each time. It started with a memory of the brotherhood, lulling him into the false sense of security that were the dreams of those old times.

But it all started when Wukong tried to interact with Macaque, which was inevitable. He craved the presence of his moon too much not to seek him out like a moth. And Macaque would refuse to turn around, logical as he was, causing Wukong to pout and demand to see his face.

But he never would, as when Macaque turned, his face was just blank. Not off, not weird, just blank. Like all memory of it had been scrubbed from Wukong’s mind permanently.

But Wukong was persistent, as always, and he would strain to remember Macaque’s face and every single time-

It was easiest to remember Macaque’s glassy, unseeing eye.

inktober’s starting! i wanted to do something wholesome for day one (dream) but then it turned into this lmao

[lastonka]

[marshymoss]

i have about 10000000 different scenarios and ways their fight went. when s5 finally comes out, i rlly hope we get a flashback of it. id literally go ! insane !

[interestsalign]

I need to learn what else I could draw for both lmk and shadowpeach bc I am now at an art block

[natoraptor]

Macaque meets the troop (Wukong’s old artworks part 3)

[fedjet]

"Your Highness~"

And then the macaque woke up

[koahrikoko]

I like them a normal amount, I SWEAR.

[lulisart]

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[daffyl]

I DID A 'SKITCHY-COMIC' ABT MY OLD AU YAAY

I'm just thinking..macaque is going to tie him up to the closest thing around, Even if Wukong certainly agrees with him in the idea of using him for his things(I wanted the ropes to be a trouser tie tbh but eh)

And like- wukong is there sitting politely when customers come and see wukong close to the fortuneteller.

Tied to ropes, looking at them.. Just like that

Until MK comes and talks about it yaay

I also imagine that Wukong doesn't shut up much when poisons were served to him. He'd criticize anything macaque feeds him, but he doesn't mind since it's mixed with blood, macaque will get tired of Wukong anyway so he'll put a patch on his mouth pretty soon.

So yea Wukong is there just for food.

Not for long tho hes going to be there for something else.. Or someone HA ANYWAY- HUIDWEBIAUHEX

I have no idea what im doing but i like talking about these two 🥺

[tohot4u]

Last chance

“I’m not asking for a promise, I’m asking for a chance.”  

Macaque swallowed, the tips of his finger burning with hunger as Wukong grasped them close. Vile bitterness crawling up his throat, an angry sorrow pounding in his heart.  

“I-“ He looked up, golden eyes lit with such an intensity. Begging, pleading for him to answer.  The darker, more wicked side of him tempted his tongue. It would easy, much too easy to watch as Wukongs fragile heart broke in pieces. All light bleeding from his eyes as that sense of loneliness and guilt ate him from the inside out. Watching as he drowned himself into his purgatory of regrets-

But Macaque had enough of taking the easy way out.  And perhaps, the never ending revenge he thirsted for was a form of hell itself. 

He searched for any sense of malice, a crack in the easygoing-yet frightening facade the Monkey king had created.  

and yet… 

The only thing off about him was the shaking. That nervous trembling, that he could feel as the king grasped tighter around his hand.  

Wukong was scared-

Scared  

Scared, of the Six-eared Macaque-!  

It was tragically ironic, in the way the roles had once upon a time been reversed. Macaque doing anything-everything-to get a single rise out of Wukong. And no matter what he could do-there was nothing-that could cause such fear. But oh, how easy it was for Wukong to bring Macaque inches before death, leaving him to rot at the edge-with no escape. Now that, was truly frightening. Something worthy to be frightened about.

And in that moment, a single heated glare. Blinded by fury and utter rage so dangerous and vicious-And in that moment Wukong did not see Macaque, but rather a malicious shadow.

Now this, this Macaque could not understand. And his heart so pleaded for him to give in-

Wukong by now had started shifting his feet. A death grip on Macaque’s arm as he awaited his own fate. Soaking in over second of touch and time he had with Macaque. That wasn’t violent fists, and bloody caresses. 

Macaque breathed in ,“One-Just one chance Wukong-“ 

He never finished his sentence before Wukong eyes widened. A glittering sheen at the corners of his eyes, bringing Macaque into his flaming embrace. They stood there, grasping each other like a lifeline. Rocking back and forth as laughing tears trickled from their shy smiles.

”I-“ Wukongs voice cracked, “Thank you.” 

 “Better not screw this up Wukong.”  “No promises.”    “No second chances.”