#there is a spicynoodles thing in there

[the-immortal-restless]

FINALLY

it took me far to long to figure out how to post on tulmblr website

@kyri45 I got the courage to post this from the discord stream

Can you find the spicynoodles reference in there?

[moraent-keys]

Stuff from the past few days

[leons-art-pit]

get held part 2: electric boogaloo

[starbun-ikarys]

Before I started to get frustrated with layer limits, this is hownthe coloring had been going!

This isn't even half the lighting plans and I really?? Need to find??? A good grove reference for lighting???

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‼️‼️‼️‼️NEWS ABOUT KOSA SPREAD THIS AS FAR AS YOU CAN‼️‼️‼️‼️

[1tsstargaze59]

On a break from a lot of college work- Have my crackship XD ❤️🖤

[charcoaledrocks]

hi hello sorry for being gone for like . months on end

anyways good morning spicynoodles nation how we doing

full ver under the cut :

[your-rival-perci]

it's so interesting how spicynoodles is a well liked ship within the lmk fandom, but as soon as peachynoodles/plumsynoodles is on the table, y'all pull out the "mk is too young and wukong/macaque are too old" cards like red son ISN'T thousands of years older than MK like the other two are

[meiidrag0n]

🐉 Mei's intro ! ! ^_^ ⭐️

haii ⭐️ i am Mei Dragon‼️ ᐢᗜᐢ member of the Dragon Clan (SUPER COOL) and streamer (lives everyday) !! great-great-great-granddaughter of the Dragon of the West and East! Descendant of Ao Lie! IT'S A BIT CONFUSING BUT YOU GET USED TO IT TEEHE ^_^

i'm a proud ✨non binary lesbian✨ who lovs my girlfriends Red Son aND MY BESTIE MK 💥 (were in a queer platonic relationship). pronouns she/them ! aND IM ALSO ON THE AROSPEC so yea i am aromantic 💥

recently (it's been a while actually ehe) dealing with the whole Samadhi Fire thing, even though i already know how to control it well, Red Son insists on continuing to meditate with me and train as well. I THINK IT'S ADORABLE THAT MK SOMETIMES WANTS TO PARTICIPATE TOO BUT HE CAN'T STAY STILL FOR TOO LONG, it's funny but we appreciate the effort he tries to make just to be around us !

⟡ my usual posting tag will be #dragon horse girl posting ‼️

⟡ and if i answer asks it'll be #dragon horse girl asnwers ‼️

// OOC:

⟡ suggestive asks/topics its fine but will be tagged as such aND NOTHING 18+ ‼️

⟡ i am new here so im still learning how to use this app!! so be patient with me please and i accept help!!

⟡ when i talk out of character I’ll use “//“ at the beginning of sentences or “OOC” or both

⟡ i have a tiktok acc where i post lmk/ninjago edits!! (user: nyaadgff0)

⟡ writer who writes sometimes

⟡ my other rp blog: @nyadsm1th

⟡ and my main blog: @mich4elacc

SHIPS THAT WILL BE MENTIONED:

⟡ chimerashipping (MK, Mei and Red Son);

⟡ dragonfruit (Red Son and Mei);

⟡ spicynoodles (Red Son and MK);

⟡ freenoodles (Pigsy and Tang);

⟡ goldendragon (MK and Mei);

⟡ shadowpeach (Macaque and Sun Wukong).

[spoopdeedoop]

Who’s your favorite lmk character

uhhhhhhhhh probably red son she's pretty. hugs pillow kicks feet and giggles

[the-immortal-restless]

How many of you, when I’m finished, wanna see my debate semester exam presentation.

What’s the topic? I’m glad you asked

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Please say you see what I'm getting at

[tis0bug]

corcovado || LMK Bad Things Happen Bingo

Chapter 1/3

Word Count: ~1.7k

Rating: Teen

Content Warnings: Canon-Typical violence

wawawa it is here!!

im working on editing/posting the remaining chapters and also posting my second fic, but with my quarter ending next week and being knee-deep in finals (art school RIP) it might be a little slow.

read it here on ao3 if you're not a fan of tumblr formatting!

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Mei can hear her father’s voice in her head almost every second of every day. His tone is sharp, pointing, and disappointed. 

“Conceal yourself,” He would say, when her emotions got the best of her. “This is not how a Dragon behaves.” 

She could often shove his voice aside. Xiaotan was as impulsive and loud as she was, his energy was always something she could bounce off of instead of shove down. He was her best friend, her rock, and something she could depend on. He made her life better, made her father’s voice a little quieter. 

She loved her father, truly, but he made her chest ache. She couldn’t relax, or be herself around him like she could around Xiaotan. It exhausted her. 

Maybe that’s why she needs to prove herself to her friend.

Xiaotan is a true warrior– everything Mei wants to be. He’s strong and courageous and the picture perfect example of a successor. He’s everything Mei should be. He handles his powers with ease and controls his wild, crazed abilities. Even when his yokai form tempts and pulls at his mind, he can root himself in reality and carry on swinging. He is protective, empathetic, and perfect. He’s everything Mei needs to be. 

She watches Xiaotan and his mentor, his almost father. She watches as they play and spar and exist together. She hears her father’s voice and begins to feel something else towards Xiaotan. Something sick and twisted, like a slime crawling its way across her skin. 

Jealousy. 

Mei reaches a hand underneath her tee shirt, thumbing under the center gore of her bra wire and to the ridged scar that lies on her sternum. A constant marr on her body from the Samadhi Fire. It seems to heat under her touch as she watches Xiaotan shove the heel of his palm through the Monkey King’s defense, cackling at their intricate dance. She presses her hand over the old, healed wound as it thrums in time with the lilts in Wukong’s laughter. Her lips turn down, a familiar anger setting into her body. White hot and almost comfortable. 

She stands, suddenly and with a little too much power. Her chest aches, but for some reason the harsh movements quell the constant pain. Xiaotan looks to her as she moves, stalling in his sparring, and she plasters on her signature grin. Her canines poke out over her bottom lip now, catching the skin and scratching ever so slightly. She relishes in the momentary prick. 

Conceal yourself. 

“I’m headin’ out, MK!” She yawns, stretching her arms above her head and rising to the balls of her feet. “Red Boy wanted me over at his dojo hours ago. Don’t wanna make him any more flame-ey then he already is.” She wiggles her fingers by her hair, making a poof sound as she crosses her eyes. Xiaotan chuckles as he bounds over, a hand on her forearm. 

He’s warm. A radiating sun. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re using him as an excuse to ditch.” He sticks his tongue out at her, playful, and she dramatically pinches her fingers at his tongue, to which he yelps and swats at her hand. 

“No, but I’m sorry if we kept you,” Xiaotan looks towards the horizon at the darkening sky. “It is late, and we didn’t even movie binge!” 

Mei doesn’t miss the genuine whine in his voice. The constant care and empathy. The kindness pouring out from him in every form. She leverages her height against him and shoves her hands through his hair, pushing his bandana away from his forehead as her fingers tug at the root of his curls. Xiaotan protests very, very vocally, and they stay there for a moment. Tangled together. 

“We can go all in on Monkey Cop this weekend!” Mei releases Xiaotan as she smiles, sure that he’s content with her words. She looks over her shoulder for a moment and meets Wukong’s gaze, and feels rage. 

The yokai looks at her with something indiscernible, something cold and distant. His friendly demeanor he has with his descendant is completely dropped with the boy’s back turned, his arms crossed over his open tunic. His tail lashes behind him, disturbing the dust that lays across the cobble and mess that is the training grounds beyond the waterfall. She hasn’t seen him look so untrusting with anyone, rather than Macaque. 

A shiver makes its way up Mei’s spine, remembering the shadow’s death grip on her throat. She break’s Wukong’s gaze, taking out her headphones to pop one in her ear. 

“I’ll see you later, MK.” Mei says, a little softer, keeping her voice away from the demon lurking behind him. “Be careful.” 

-

“I think you’re finally wising up, dragon girl.” Red Son swipes at her again, grinning through panting breaths. 

They’ve been sparring for hours at this point, with sporadic water breaks in between. Mei’s body burns, and she chases it. She hooks her foot around the back of Red Son’s knee and pulls him forward, knocking his balance loose for a second. His arms windmill, and his fingertips sparkle. 

“No fire!” Mei laughs, letting green electricity explode around them as a warning. After the Bone Demon had been driven back underground, Mei and Red Son kept up with their training. The Samadhi Fire, as much as Red Son would hate to admit it, had brought the two closer. Mei feels at ease with Red Son, they’re in a sort of tandem that she hasn’t felt in a long time. 

She remembers the warm sun, Xiaotan, and falters in her attack. Red Son catches her arm by the elbow and yanks her forward, his left hand coming to her shoulder to slam her back onto the mat. 

“I mean–” Red Son continues, his thought process from before resurfacing. “--The Monkey King has always been a shifty figure, I’m just glad to see a day where I’m not the only one to believe it!” 

“What–?” Mei rolls over, jamming her knee into Red Son’s ribs and watching smoke pour from his mouth. “He’s not shifty, he’s just–” 

“A liar?” Red Son hisses, wiggling away from the iron trap that is Mei’s thigh. He throws her back with a kick from underneath so they’re both lying down again, heads facing opposite directions. He traps one of her legs with his own, the arc of his foot pinning her forearm to the mat as he pulls himself to look her in the eye. “A thief? A killer?” 

“You’re all of those things too, y’know!” Mei groans, barring her free arm against his chest. She presses against him, and feels the twin burning from behind his sternum and her own. She pauses, then sighs, letting her head thump against the mat. She taps it twice, and Red Son pulls off of her. 

With her eyes closed, she can’t see him lay next to her, but she can feel heat radiating from her right side. She shifts and dramatically groans until she can lay her head on his chest, which he accepts begrudgingly. Mei loves the contact, borderline needs it, but there’s a different reason. 

Through all of her hair, which is sweaty and mostly plastered to her face, and Red Son’s tank top, she can feel his scar. A trio of flames in a circle going over his chest and puckering as it gets deeper in the center of his ribcage. She breathes in time with him, feeling her own scar tighten over her skin. 

Red Son’s hand comes over her chest, flattening his palm over her sternum. Mei stills, and sighs as he withdraws all the fire from his hand. It feels almost cold against her. 

“Is it still there?” He asks after a pregnant moment, to which she shrugs. 

“I don’t see it going away.” Mei admits. She’s startled when Red Son bolts up from underneath her, letting her slap against the ground. She grasps the back of her head with both hands and kicks up a leg because fuck that hurt, and is about to give him a piece of her mind before–

“Damn him.” Red Son curses, looking at the opposite wall. He flips over his palm and flickers a flame into view, folding his fingers over and letting the fire shoot out from between his digits. 

“Fucking– damn him!” 

“Woah, Red Boy, loosin’ your poise there?” Mei blinks through the growing headache, leaning over his shoulder. “What’s got you hot and bothered?” 

“Don’t–!” His hair licks up at the base, eyes narrowed and furious, before he softens. He folds his legs under him, his hands in the center of his lap. Red Son looks small like this, nothing like the ferocious foe she was once familiar with. 

“...Sun Wukong has been a tyrant in my family since it’s formation.” Red Son doesn’t move his eye from the mats below him, so Mei sits beside him and copies his position. 

“From when my mother and father met, to the pilgrimage, to the Samadhi Fire, to his sealing– the demon has always been there, and I’m frankly sick of it. I’m sick of watching this idiot ruin the lives of the people I lo–” 

Red Son looks up sharply, scanning Mei’s face, before letting his gaze fall to the mat once more. “--the people I care about.” 

Mei lets herself lean back on her palms, stretching her legs out. She looks at the scars and bruises covering her feet and shins, stretching up to her thighs and hiding under her athletic shorts. She can see the barest hint of the Samadhi Fire scar from under her sports bra, raised against her stomach. She thinks of the pain she sees Xiaotan in, all the time, how the rage consumed her when she learned of Wukong’s ploy on the top of that mountain. How he had been playing her best friend like a damned pawn, and she feels heat at her palms. 

“You know what,” she says after a moment of silence, her voice as flat as it’s ever been. “I’m getting sick of it too.”

[mint-is-here]

hey guyss,,,, if i did a like.. murder drones lmk au would you guys like. be fine iwth it??? pls i need confirmation

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IMPORTANT VIDEO ABOUT KOSA PLEASE WATCH THE WHOLE THING

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[dizzyiscrocodile]

Everyone and their cat has drawn this, there’s at least 3 fanfics, but I put out a Spicynoodles/dragonfruit request on twitter and someone said to do a lil sic fic scene and I, ladies and gentlemen, am a FUCKING SUCKER for sick fic content. One of thems taking care of the other and validating their pain? Sign me up I’ll sell my soul… so yea couldn’t turn down the request

HEY EVERYONE I HATE THIS COMIC NOW GO LOOK AT THIS REDRAW ITS BETTER SIGNIFICANTLY BETTER

https://www.tumblr.com/dizzyiscrocodile/775615803369390080/i-did-this-exact-comic-like-a-year-ago-and-i