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MK faces his fear of spiders and it doesn’t go as expected…

with bonus Sandy tea party that doubles as a therapy appointment. Macaque is supposed to be there but he’s running late 🏃💨

So I made an au called

Exes(original I know)

Basically,Mk and co(and Redson too)All are on some mission that monkey king sent them on.They’re going through this kingdom’s woods when they’re brought to the ruler on account of being suspicious(and travelling with demons I guess)

Now this would already be an inconvenience but then when they are brought to the king,MK Mei,Tang and Pigsy recognise the ruler as MK’s seethingly annoying ex.

The ex takes this as MK running back to them and embraces him(against MK’s will)but still has distaste against his friends because “They owe us some private time”

Sandy’s worried,Pigsy and Mei are ready to throw hands,Tang is desperately trying to figure out an escape plan while Red is just confused and irritated.

This is my Lego Monkie Kid OC, Riko :)

Wisper is my Lego Monkie kid oc and I just felt like typing a small part of something :D

"Wha-hey give my camera back!" Wisper yelled with a huff. He had just came to "visit" the spiders.

Huntsman hissed at him from the ceiling, before looking through the camera. "You take pictures of so many strange things." He mumbled pausing as he came across a picture of Sandy. The river demon sitting on top of a crate drinking some tea with the sun behind him, causing an alluring glow. He blushed softly before growling and shook his head, continuing to look through the camera. He paused again seeing a picture of Syntax that was taken from behind from a far away area, as if the person who was taking the picture was trying to hide. He continued looking and there were even more pictures of Syntax, each from a far away.

Wisper managed to get to where Huntsman was and noticed what he was looking at, letting out a yelp and quickly grabbing his camera back. "Ahahaha nothing to see here!" He exclaimed dropping from the ceiling and landing on his feet before running off.

Huntsman watched him run off before rolling his eyes and tilted his head as he scurried off to go annoyed to scientist. 'Maybe I could ask for that picture of Sandy...'

This is basically what happened in the update right?

Hope you get a kick outta this @kyri45

I’m so very normal about them your honor

ALL OF THEM??!!!!!!!!

^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass

Sonic as LMK Animatic!

This here is for my twin’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than combine two of our fav fandoms?

Seriously how has Sonic dragged me down this quickly XD?!

Hope you all enjoy cuz this was very fun to make

A World Without Him

Chapter 3

Tang waits a moment in front of the boat door, hearing a faint commotion coming from the other side.

Then the door swings open, with a cheery blue giant standing inside. "Tang! It's good to see you, my friend! Come inside, I'll be with you in a moment." He walks away from the door to make space.

"Ok, thank you, Sandy." Tang replies as he enters, closing the door behind him.

Sandy's boat always had a calming feeling to it. Maybe it was the color scheme, with shades of blue for the walls and soft browns, yellows, and oranges used for decor and furniture

Or maybe it was the atmosphere, with the copious amounts of friendly therapy cats, the lingering smell of tea, and maybe even the occasional rock of the boat from the waves.

Whatever it was, Tang was glad as it gradually calmed his nerves.

He had sat down on a plush couch with a coffee table in front with sandy in the side kitchen, most likely brewing tea.

Almost as soon as he relaxed into the cushions, a calico cat with bright amber eyes pounced onto his lap.

"Oof- heh. Hey there, Stella." Tang greeted the rambunctious cat. Stella had been bothering Tang ever since the gang came back to Metrapolis with things like small pounces or bites on his fingers.

He thought it was a bit annoying, but he did still keep extra cat treats in his messenger bag whenever he's planning on visiting Sandy.

Speaking of, Sandy had seemingly finished whatever tea he had been making as he came back to the sitting area, tray in hand.

He put the tray down on the coffee table and carefully handed Tang a steaming cup of tea. Sandy took one for himself as he sat to Tang's left, and Tang noticed the cat paw pattern that adorned the cup. He smiled to himself.

"So Tang, how was that book you mentioned? I remember you saying how the images were grainy and underdeveloped. Mytho... eh..."

"Mythos. The Mythos Sites: Professional Study. I finished reading it last night. I don't know why I did, though, because it felt like reading a last-minute book report done by a five year old!" He exlaimed loudly, waving his free hand in the air before taking a sip of his tea. Ooo, lavender.

"Haha! I can see why you didn't like it that much. I thought it might've been good since it's about Journey to the West and had a good summary." Sandy says, swirling his tea before taking another drink.

"It's not your fault, Sandy. It did look promising on the cover and in the intro," Tang comforted before grumbling into his cup. "...but it just devolved into ramblings about how these Mythos Sites "prove that the world was controlled by aliens" and "how the earth is hollow with otherworldly beings living inside" blah blah blah." Tang mocked as he moved his hands sporadically, almost spilling his tea on Stella, who just jumped and ran away.

"I still feel a bit bad, though. Hmmm... oh! Tang!" He suddenly says, leaning over to look at Tang. "Did you bring your sketch book?"

He reaches into his messanger bag and pulls out a small leather-bound notebook. "Yeah? I take it with me everywhere."

Sandy just smiles as he offers Tang a hand. "Then let's go and find some inspiration!"

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In the end, Sandy had taken an entire canvas with him, paint pallette and all, while him and Tang wandered around Metrapolis looking for things to draw and paint.

They went to Pigsy's first, Tang with the excuse of getting "everyday life" sketches. They ended up talking with Pigsy most of the time, barely doing anything, but Tang did get some quick sketches of Pisgy's cooking process.

When they left, they had found a flower shop with sunflowers on the logo. Tang sat down next to Sandy as he started to sketch, sometimes looking at the painting next to him.

The next spot was the main square, full of advertisements and skyscrapers. This is where the weather station is, broadcasting new weather updates and changes.

The final stop was the library, in the back with the lamp and city records. The atmosphere was nice. Sandy had pulled out a third canvas from... somewhere, and is now skimming through random books off the shelves.

Tang was just reading a new edition of Monkey Cop: Back in the Streets, as he had also finished his sketches, when he suddenly heard rounds of footsteps entering the library.

This is when he suddenly remembered what he set that alarm for yesterday, and why he had set it up in the first place.

It was the day where the new book of "The Monkie Kings Bride" had been set to be shelved (one adaptation he personally doesn't like, too many cliches and it has a weird artstyle to him)

And he knew exactly what fans were coming... the chaos that would ensue. He needed to get Sandy and him out of there before they were suffocated by the crowd.

"Hey, uh, Sandy? We need to leave. Like, now." He stated as he quickly stuffed his sketch book, pencils, and erasers back into the messanger bag.

"What's wrong Tang? Why do we have to leave now?" Sandy asked as he started to follow Tang through the bookcases. "Why are we- oh. Oh, now I understand."

"Aw, CRAP." Why do I always get stuck with the annoying side plots?

The entrance is no longer visible, as hordes of people come in and group around the doors, waiting for that stupid book.

"Ughh..." Tang groaned as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Great. Just great. Now he had to either a) push through the GIANT crowd to get through the overflowing entrance, b) wait for an opening to get through, or c) find out some other way out-

"Hey Tang?" Sandy speaks, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, uh, yeah, Sandy?" He says nervously. He has never liked crowds, and he doesn't want to stay here more than he has to.

"Can we go out through there?" Sandy points to a... fire escape door. Wow, how convenient!

*phew* "Thanks, Sandy." Tang says as he dodges a few stragglers on his way to the door, waving Sandy to come with.

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They both walk out of the side alley that the library was connected to, swerving through the smaller outside crowd.

"Oh dang, I totally forgot about that! *huff* Sorry, Sandy." Tang says as he leans against a store wall.

"It's alright Tang. In any case, I really enjoyed today! I really liked getting out of the boat for a bit, and I'm very excited to hang up our paintings!" Sandy reassures.

"Heh, thanks, Sandy. I hope we can do something like this again!" He smiles. He then starts to wave Sandy goodbye.

Tang gets home without any issues. No annoying voices, loud music, or big fights. Just pure white noise in the bustling city, and the breeze.

He's glad for that. Everything is ok, and will be ok. He wants everything to stay like this.

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Hello! Guess who finally got motivation to write? I'll be posting chapters on Tumblr for now until i can FINALLY get an ao3 account.

CHAPTER 1

-About 2 months after LBD defeat-

Nothing.

Everything around him was just void. No color, no feeling, just, nothing.

He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't see, couldn't hear, anything.

He was stuck.

So he waited. Waited for something to happen. Something to change the endless black around him, so he could feel anything again.

Then everything became too much.

Overwhelming colors and sounds suddenly filled the area. Voices overlapped, and silhouettes blended together.

He could hear people speaking, to him or to someone else he didn't know.

They suddenly got louder, and the colors got brighter as they burned into his vision.

He could suddenly feel hands grabbing his ankles, trying to pull him down to somewhere.

The voices didn't stop, they only got louder as more and more hands tried to pull him down.

He started to thrash and pull away, but he couldn't escape. Every hand that let go, two more would start to drag him down in their place.

He felt hopeless. He felt useless. He felt weak.

He was stuck.

But still, he continued to thrash, kick, bite, anything just to slow down his fate.

Maybe his efforts would amount to something, maybe all the work he's put in will let him feel anything, or at least get away from them.

He was scared. Scared of what would happen if they dragged him down far enough, scared of what he would become after.

He. Was. Stuck.

Now all he felt was anger. At this stupid situation, at them, and at himself. He couldn't do anything at the end of it all.

So he became engrossed in his thoughts, as the hands reached his head, and his vision turned black.

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Tang shot up from his desk. He looked franticly around where he woke up.

He realised he was at The Metrapolis Library. The section near the back, where most of the architecture and city records were located, with only a small lamp for light among the shelves.

"Dang, not again..." Tang groaned as he started to look through the scattered papers and opened books laid on his desk.

That dream... wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Tang. He seemed to always have it when he fell asleep at the library, or when he passed out after reading too many articles before bed.

It was never a pleasant experience, so he usually didn't try to think about that dream after waking up.

Tang finally decided to check his phone when an alarm went off while he was putting away The Mythos Sites: Professional Study.

He set that alarm for an event at the library tomorrow so he could leave 5 minutes early to avoid the crowds. Apparently he set it a day early. Just great.

He groaned in annoyance, but when he went to turn it off, he saw the time, and then started to panic.

"Aw crap! Nonononono-" Tang then started to clean up faster as he was apparently late for the weekly noodle night at Pigsy's.

This was a night every Friday that Sandy, Mei, Mk, Pigsy, Tang, sometimes including Red Son or Wukong, where they would all come to Pigsy's at a set time and then just hang out and talk for an entire evening.

This wasn't high scale or anything like that, but it was important to Tang. This was the one day of the week he would finally see everyone for once.

Mk seemed to almost always be either hanging out with Mei and/or Red Son, training, fighting demons, or delivering orders for Pigsy. He barely got to talk to Mk even when he was 'Freeloading' (as Pigsy would call it) at Pigsy's.

Everyone else also seems have their own things going on. Pigsy obviously has the shop, and now he seems to have more customers than ever after the whole LBD situation, so he usually has less time to talk, inside and outside of his restaurant.

Mei is usually just hanging out and having fun, but will almost never answer texts when she's 'in the zone' with video games, streaming, or anything else, which has been almost her entire mood lately.

The only one he really does talk to more than once a week is Sandy. But Tang does stay at home most of the time while Sandy also barely leaves his boat as is.

So you can understand why Tang is speeding towards Pigsy's with apologies and excuses about to tumble out as he crashes through the doors.

"Phew... Hey *huff* sorry I'm... *huff* late again!" Tang yells as he lays his messenger bag down and sits on one of Pigsy's stools.

Tang starts to stretch as he looks around Pigsy's. He then notices that the only other people in the restaurant are Pigsy and Sandy.

"Hey Sandy, where's everyone else?" Tang asks as he goes to sit down with Sandy at one of Pigsy's tables.

"Oh, hello Tang! We were worried you wouldn't show up!" Sandy exclaimed as Pigsy came out from the kitchen, noodles in hand.

"Hey Tang. Yeah, the kids left after Mk got a demon attack notification, and Mei followed after him. So it's just been me and Sandy for a bit." Pigsy said as he sat down with them.

"I missed them?! Aw, I haven't seen them all week! I at least wanted to see how they were doing." Tang then grabbed his own bowl of noodles, eating with a sour look on his face.

"It's ok, Tang! Maybe you can join them in something else? We all know you've been pretty couped up recently." Sandy said as he started to brew his own tea to go with the noodles.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure there's anything we can do together, especially with all of Mk and Mei's new responsibilities and my own... uh, research I've been engrossed in." Tang sighs as he pushes away the now empty bowl.

"That's why I'm always excited for this hangout every week. It's some of my only time to see you guys and for all of us to have a break from everything. And who can say no to free noodles from Pisgy's?" Tang smirks as Pisgy chuckled a little and murmured something along the lines of "freeloader. "

"I guess I can't argue with that. But don't worry, Tang, I bet that those kids will be here next time." Pisgy says as he puts an arm around Tangs shoulders.

Tang smiles softly at Pigsy, "Yeah, I hope so."

After that exchange, they trio hung around a little longer, talking about their days and interesting things that happened in their own time.

But of course, these things eventually come to an end, so Sandy and Tang eventually left to let Pisgy close up shop.

Sandy and Tang then have their goodbyes outside of Pisgy's and went their own ways.

Tang walked along cracked sidewalks on his way home. Streetlights lighting almost every section.

It was an oddly quiet night. No music, no yelling from demon fights or otherwise, and no bright lights shining in his face.

It was calm. It was nice.

'What are we going to do about him?'

It was too nice to last, apparently.

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Ok I swore that I was gonna finish this comic digitally before I posted it but you know what screw it there’s like 6 pages drafted I can get away with posting this sneak peak!

Another canon divergence / alternate universe idea I have inspired by this amazing animatic that’ll spoil the fun if I share it rn (but credit will be given and edited in very very soon! So please note this is based on another work and can’t be wholly credited to me <3 )

That being said!!! I’m excited to share the finished work! And I’m 1000% open to Au name ideas right now I only have Ashson!Au and it!!! Sounds!!!! Horrible!!!!

monkie kid trailer (non-chronological)

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I don't know who they are but they look cute

Pt 2

https://www.tumblr.com/tyrasanege/750179820921552896/mk-will-probably-sacrifice-himself-ofcourse?source=share

I’m glad that you like it!

Gremlin child No. 4

(take place after the pilot)

Huan is more likely to die from a heart attack, high blood pressure, or stressed than anything else, with all the overpower gremlin children that they look after. (any other gremlin child that want to be adopted by Huan? step right up!)

Yui belong to @stubbet

Day 24: Faith

Blind Faith

Is it me or is MK's blind faith in Sun Wukong a bit...dangerous?

Seriously, the whole time the gang was looking for the rings MK never once grew suspicious of Sun Wukong's plan, or when Sun Wukong was unwilling to elaborate more on it. I know MK looks up to him and all that.

Huan already doesn't trust the Monkey King; Sun Wukong wasn't very helpful in season 2 or when MK needed his guidance and Huan picked up on that for a while now. So, Sun Wukong is on Huan dislike list...for now.

P.S: Huan is looking at Sun Wukong, the direction of where Huan is looking is a little off.

Day 19: Hope

Finding Sun Wukong

Is it me, or does the team rescue Sun Wukong a lot?

Mei:...Huan is that you?

Huan: Yup! you know just enjoying my dragon powers...

Tang: You're stuck, aren't you?

Huan: Very much so...

Nezha: Weren't you much bigger?

Huan: ...Maybe...

I swear, I make it so much harder on myself by drawing a dragon for this insert. As usual, I don't know if I will keep this design.