The First Drawing Is New, The Second One Is An Old One.

… saw that time travel to the future Drabble and can we please have a continuation of that? With 8, 16, and 11 please?

8. “You’re* not as subtle as you think.” *(line has been altered slightly to fit the fic) / 11. “Do you want a hug?”

TW death mention

Continuation of this

MK sat in silence on top of one of the piles of treasure in Wukong’s treasure room as he watched the past members of the Journey to the West, along with the past Sun Wukong, asked the current Monkey King as many questions as possible. From where he was sitting, he could see his mentor’s nervous smile, the way he moved like he was desperately trying to avoid letting anything be known. Sun Wukong seemed to have noticed his future self’s strange behaviour too, if the way he was leaning against a wall and staring at him with a look of suspicion was any indication.

The others though...well MK wasn’t sure if they had noticed or not. There’d been a strange look between all of them when Monkey King had hurriedly shoved them past the remains of the small mural, but otherwise they’d simply been acting curious about the future, not about anything else.

MK let out a sigh, and then a tap on his back made him jump, standing up and turning around, summoning the staff.

He quickly lowered the weapon when he found a snickering Sun Wukong behind him.

“When did you- never mind.” MK didn’t need his mentors past self to boast about how he snuck up behind him. “What are you doing up here, instead of down there with everyone else?”

“Eh, I already know everything there is to know about myself.” Wukong said, putting his hands behind his back and summoning his cloud to relax upon. “There’s no new information here to be gained.”

MK glanced at the monkey’s laid back attitude then, looked back down at Monkey King’s stressed appearance, then back at Sun Wukong.

“Are you...sure?” MK asked, “I mean-”

“He looks stressed? Yeah, I know. Future me isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is.” Wukong hummed. “I know everything I need to just from how he looked when he saw us.”

MK paused.

He...has had a sneaking suspicion about Monkey King’s past for a while. And, if his past self, who it hadn’t happened to yet, had just found out about it-

Wukong didn’t look at MK, just stared up at the ceiling.

“They’re going to die, right?” He said, though it didn’t sound as much like the question it should be, and more like a resolute realization. “Something’s going to happen, and I’m going to loose them.”

MK didn’t answer. To be completely honest, he didn’t fully know the answer. He knew that the original members of the Journey To The West definitely weren’t around anymore, other than Monkey King that is. But he didn’t know when, where, or how that had happened. Monkey King had never brought it up, and MK knew better than to ask about something that upsetting unprompted.

Still though, Sun Wukong seemed to be taking this...better than anyone reasonably should be.

Sun Wukong was still staring up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.

...He seemed to be taking this well. The key word, of course, being “seemed”.

“Do you want a hug?” MK asked, and Sun Wukong’s cloud vanished from underneath of him, the others thankfully too distracted with asking Monkey King about how a laptop worked than to notice the loud clang as Sun Wukong smacked on top of the pile of treasure.

“Huh?!” Wukong quickly pulled himself back up, looking frazzled. “What- of course not- why would I-”

MK walked forwards and pulled the past version of his mentor into a hug. The monkey immediately tensed, hands twitching, but MK didn’t let go.

“K-kid, I don’t know why my future self decided to train you, but if you don’t let go of me in the next 5 seconds you’re gonna get your head cut off.” Wukong mumbled, and yet, despite his words, leaned a bit more into MK’s touch.

MK let it last for about a minute, just to silently prove the point that Wukong would not, in fact, injure him over a hug, before letting him go.

Sun Wukong rubbed his arm, glancing away from MK before glancing back down at his friends and his future self.

“...We should probably return to our own time soon, huh.” He said, watching the way Monkey King sidestepped away from Wujing, who had been moving to pat him on the back. “I imagine this...probably hurts my future self even more than he’s already letting on.”

“Probably.” MK agreed, “But don’t worry, me and Pigsy and the others will take care of it.”

Wukong hummed, scratching the side of his face a bit, before turning his back to MK.

“I’m..not sure how much of this I’m going to remember.” He said, “Or, how much he remembers. But, just in case I don’t remember it... thank you, MK.”

Thrilling sequel to this post

Not everyone has had the average mech for a guardian, Op 🙄… Sometimes some mechs have cybercats as a parent, and obviously sometimes that leaves quite the impressions. Like sitting in random boxes or biting people sometimes, scratching furniture n running around past midnight with lots of energy. Yknow, normal people things to do!

one of my favorite tropes tbh, please feel free to add more examples

he never tried to tell them a fact again

I wonder who she's making cookies for? ✨ 🎀

Random AU but Red and Xiaojiao work at a bakery together. Xiaojiao makes cute desserts like you see all over social media, much to Red's annoyance. Until he sees a handsome man coo over Xiaojiao's desserts. And keep coming back every week for more. So now Red wants to learn but he can't admit that to his coworker.

Hi I made it sadder because Red Son is a perfectionist 🙈

drew this for friend XD

Body pillow Red son

The YouTube channel had started out as…more Xiaojiao’s other channel.

Xiaojiao had just released a new stream. Xiaotian, who had time to spare, had animated the funniest moments. When he showed it to her she insisted he post it on YouTube. And there it had lingered, occasionally being joined by new animatics. Then Xiaotian made a practice animatic for his webcomic and, in a shot in the dark, had posted it.

It had blown up, much more than the other animatics, and then it became his channel. There were more animatics and then Xiaotian started adding cooking videos, usually with Pigsy and his sister Bai He, streaming with Xiaojiao, and live speed draws.

It also drew his attention to other YouTubers, ones that were recommended next to his videos.

Like Red Son. He filmed himself repairing vintage vehicles, giving historical facts as he worked, usually wearing a tank top. The tank top, revealing muscle, had been enough to make his heart beat faster. But then the facts had truly cemented Xiaotian’s interest.

Then he had taken a look at Red’s merch shop.

There was a pillow.

A body pillow.

…

Qi Xiaotian was a gay idiot and wasted no time in buying it.

It was a decision he regretted the moment it came. But it was easy to hide underneath his covers. It raised his family’s brows when he started making his bed. But it was a secret he would keep.

Until the face reveal.

-_-

The stream had been going well until Xiaotian made the mistake of saying the names.

A question popped up.

“Who are Lady Bone and Mystic Mayor?” Xiaotian said out loud. He winced at the memory of the little hellions. “Oh, they’re my sister’s cats. We keep them out of shots because both of them are absolute demons, we’re pretty sure Lady Bone is still alive out of spite.” He looked around. Now that they had been mentioned, it had been oddly quiet.

That was never a good sign.

“I should probably check on them.” He started walking through the house, looking around. The silence had his nerves on edge. “Anyway, any other questions?”

Not in the kitchen. Not in the living room. Not in the bathroom.

Bai He’s door was firmly closed. Pigsy and Tang’s door was firmly closed as well. That left his room. “So, here’s my room,” Xiaotian said, allowing the camera to scan around. His bed was still made. “So, I can’t find Bai He’s cats, which is worrying-”

He sat down on his bed.

And, in an instant, Lady Bone popped out and zoomed out with a screech that made Xiaotian yelp. He glanced back to see Mayor Mystic slowly pad out from underneath his covers, giving what felt like a cat smile to the camera.

Leaving the body pillow of a certain redhead exposed to the world.

“Uh…” Questions were beginning to pop up, all centered around the body pillow. “That’s all sorry bye!” He closed the camera and stream with a gasp of panic. Then he pulled up his texts.

Bai He, I’m going to kill your cats.