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Pigsy - Blog Posts
Heyo, jttw is one of my special interests so felt like sharing my versions
Wukong and Macaque - from last year December
Tripitaka and Pigsy - from early this year
Haven’t drawn them in a hot minute and missing a good amount of characters but it’s my first post… kinda nervous, hello jttw fandom :)
LMK Pokémon Trainer ID’s!
Ta-da! An Updated Version Of The LMK Trainer ID’s!
As Of (8/24/2024)... And as I mentioned in my original post, I usually fall behind on “updates” or simply keeping up with the current going ons with fandoms and in general, stuff. So if this becomes inaccurate (as in more Trainer ID’s for the LMK cast of characters are posted), please let me know so I can update!
And I thought I’d take up less room on your screen and make the cards share spots with each other. Besides our favorite (but very traumatized＞﹏＜) main character. So, to get a better view of them, just click on 'em! If this is an issue for anyone, just let me know and I can just stack them all on top of each other.
These, of course, are all created by Ashe Jacobson, a storyboard director for our beloved show, Lego Monkie Kid! And from the post that I saw that alerted me to the new ID cards, I should state that these ID’s aren’t exactly canon, likely being headcanons made by Jacobson. But even so, I think most of the fandom agrees to what’s described/shown on these ID’s. Additionally, as long as you're respectful, who cares about canon! You can make whatever you want in the sandbox!
My Original Post Of The Trainer ID’s: OUTDATED!
The Post That Alerted Me To The (Two) New ID Cards: CREDIT!
({Edit (8/24/2024 - Later That Day (￣▽￣)") I personally tried the link for the 'Post That Aleted...' and it didn't work, sooo, hopefully now either way works correctly!})
Links To All Of The Orignal Twitter/“X” Posts:
Ashe Jacobson’s Account: Ashe Jacobson (@OffBrandLink) / X
MK: CLICK ME!
Mei & Red Son: CLICK ME!
Tang & Pigsy: CLICK ME!
Monkey King & (Six Eared) Macaque: CLICK ME!
Yin & Jin: CLICK ME!
(OLD) LMK Pokémon Trainer ID’s!
Link To Updated/New Version Of The LMK Trainer ID Masterpost (As Of 8/24/2024): UPDATED VERSION!
I personally haven’t seen any “masterposts” for the LMK Pokémon Trainer ID cards. I’ve seen some people post one or two of them, but not the entire list. So! I decided to make one! As of right now (7/12/2021), these are all the LMK Pokémon Trainer ID’s that have been created! Who created them? Well, the amazing; Ashe Jacobson!! A wonderful storyboard director for Lego Monkie Kid! (Also, let’s just give a round of applause for everyone who helped create this wonderful show, because they deserve it!) They’ve posted these badboy ID’s on their twitter! Which I’ll post, along with their posts about these Pokémon Trainer ID cards aka my source for these Trainer ID’s! (The links are below the “Keep Reading” Line!) Also, I usually fall behind on “updates” for stuff, so if this becomes inaccurate/they post some more Trainer ID’s for the LMK cast of amazing characters, please let me know so I can update! Thank you, and I hope this helps any of those looking for these nifty ID cards!
Ashe Jacobson’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/OffBrandLink
MK’s Pokémon Trainer ID Tweet: https://twitter.com/OffBrandLink/status/1404916498561384452
Mei & Red Son’s Pokémon Trainer ID Tweet: https://twitter.com/OffBrandLink/status/1405969204415807490
Pigsy & Tang’s Pokémon Trainer ID Tweet: https://twitter.com/OffBrandLink/status/1408500427922886661
Monkey King/Sun Wukong & Six Eared Macaque’s Trainer ID Tweet: https://twitter.com/OffBrandLink/status/1413602602420342787
Also, David Breen’s (A Story Producer for LMK!) edit of MK’s Pokemon Trainer ID card making a joke of how MK’s collecting the dads; “We all know MK's trying to catch all the dads, not pokemon!” (Literally copied from their tweet), lol: https://twitter.com/Davidbreen89/status/1406805483504029700
A Fiery Lovestory (Red Son x Mk) part 12
(I suggest you check out parts 1-11 if you haven't already)
(With Sandy) Sandy woke up and stretched he looked towards the side of his bed expecting to see Mo there. It took him a moment but he realised his cat wasn't there quickly. "Mo!?" Sandy called out instantly going into a state of panic due to not having his precious kitten with him. The gentle giant began going through his boat house lifting up couches checking high and low for his cat.
Eventually after around 30minutes of searching he decided to go over to the noodle shop. "What's up with Mk?" Tang said to Pigsy inside the shop, "Don't know maybe h-" Pigsy was cut off by Sandy rushing into the shop. "Sandy! Geez trying to give us a heart attack" Tang shouted before slowly calming down. "I can't find Mo!" Sandy exclaimed his voice full of worry. "Wait what? Are you sur-" Pigsy asked before getting cut off again, "Yes I checked around the whole boat house!" Sandy replied knowing what the rest of the question would be.
Pigsy let out a sigh, "Maybe he just managed to escape and went somewhere?" He spoke out quickly not wanting to be interrupted again. "Where would he go?!" Sandy replied, "Sandy don't worry, Mo is a smart cat he's probably safe and is trying to get back here" Tang said in an attempt to comfort his worried friend. "Yea Tang is right he probably is sa-" Pigsy was cut off a third time by Mk rushing back in. "Sorry! Forgot a few orders....Sandy? Why are you here?" The noodle boy asked as he quickly noticed Sandy. "Mo is missing" The gentle giant replied sadly, "Wait actually?! I'll keep a look out for him while I'm delivering and when I'm done I'll go around" Mk replied making Sandy smile.
(Meanwhile with Red Son) The fire demon teleported into Megatroplis and had Mo on his shoulder. "You're one lucky cat..." Red Son said to Mo who meowed happily in response before nuzzling against Red Sons' cheek. "And you're cute..." The fire demon mumbled before putting on a hoodie and walking around. "The noodle shop was this way, right?" The fire demon asked the cat, Mo gave him an 'idk' look. "How can you not kn-...never mind I can't be mad at you.." Red Son said before continuing to walk.
"Well...here we are..." The fire demon said before looking through the window, "He should be gone by now..." he added noticing Mk in the window, from his time with him he quickly learnt what times Mk had work. Mo meowed happily once he saw Sandy in there. "There he is...you can go now..." Red Son said, Mo hissed in protest wanting the fire demon to take him in. "Really like being treated like royalty..." Red Son mumbled as he listened to Mo.
The fire demon hesitantly went in covering his face with the hoodie and looking at the ground. Mo suddenly relaxed in Red Sons' arms. "Oh hey a customer!" Mk said out noticing the person aka Red Son come in. "I-I'm not a customer...j-just came here to return someone I found..." Red Son responded before Mo jumped onto the ground. "Mo!" Sandy exclaimed happily.
Mo nuzzled against Sandy happily, the noodle boy looked at Red Son finding his voice sort of familiar. "Weird...so what's your name?" Pigsy asked, as he stared at Red Son clearly not knowing who it was, "I-I umm my name?" The fire demon responded clearly not expecting this. Pigsy nodded, "W-well" Red Son really didn't want to tell them his name and couldn't think of one on the spot. Mo suddenly climbed back onto Red Son and pulled back his hoodie. "Shit..." The fire demon mumbled.
"Red Son?!" The group exclaimed clearly not expecting this. "Maybe you're the one that kidnapped Mo!" Pigsy hissed angrily before he was ready to through and ladle at Red Son. "R-Red Son did you really?" Mk stuttered out, "No I didn't you noodle brains!" The fire demon responded as he tried leaving. Sandy looked pissed at the thought of someone kidnapping Mo, just as Pigsy was about to Mo stood in front of Red Son and hissed at the others.
(Had this in my draft for 50 fucking years because I kept thinking it wasn’t good enough but now I don’t care and just gonna upload it)
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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I LOVE THEM?!?!?!
𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 4 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴-! (also so sorry for my bad grammar- English is not my first language-)
Okay- guys- so- first of all- Mk is a FRICKIN' MONKEY-?!?! Like I DID have some thoughts and theories about that before- but like- DAMN-
Also- Mk need therapy- a LOT of therapy-
Lmao and Sandy just got the most stars he's like covered in them XD
ALSO another question is rising and theories- like- we all saw Azure Lion "kill" the Jade Emperor right-? But..the magic or well his power that he used when he was fighting the Jade Emperor is a bit of a different colour then the magic/power that killed the Jade Emperor....isn't it strange a bit-? I mean I might be just making something out of nothing but- I think that somebody must've interfiered in the fight and killed the Jade Emperor- and-
Where the HECK has Monkie King dissapeared into-?!? (Its true that I might have been spacing out while watching the show but- I couldn't have gotteb that discracted right-?)
Also Mk and Macaque bonding/therapy time👌
Lmao- Macaque's video game tho- XD it's great- I love it lmao- Mac is really talented XD
“Shy Confessions” Pt. 1
Reborn Sun Wukong x Gn Reader
Story by: @queenofroses22
Written by: Lotus_Constallation
When hearing about the great tales of Journey to the West, you’ll often hear the stories of the great and all-mighty Monkey King, also known as Sun Wukong. The great sage equal to heaven, the celestial monkey that was born from a stone and set off to cause mayhem amongst anyone that crossed his path without any concern or hesitation.
You would also hear about the laughingstock of heaven and, honestly, of hell as well. The tales of Zhu Bajie, also known as Pigsy, a man who used to be a heaven official but made the mistake of refusing to believe he’s lightweight when it comes to alcohol, leading to his banishment and being cursed to be a pig demon for all eternity.
It’s also no doubt that you would hear about Tang Sanzang, formally known as Tripitaka, the powerful yet peaceful monk who had set off to fulfill his destiny!
There is also Sha Wujing, also known as Sandy, there’s not much about him but everyone knows he’s a water demon who fought courageously.
And finally, Ao Lie, the white dragon horse, who was also disguised as a white horse for Tripitaka to ride on while they make the hellish adventure to get those scriptures.
All of the people I have listed so far are very obviously well known. Some more than others. All have backstories worth mentioning even if there isn’t much. However, what if I told you there was one other person who, too, followed the demons and the monk on their journey, but you won’t find them in any stories. Not even a brief mention of their name. And that’s because this person was no one special. I apologize profusely, but those are the words I’ve heard from time and time again when I would ask why this person isn’t written down in history like the rest.
Surely, if they were a part of The Journey and were brave enough to follow the rest down the path of chaos and destruction, with a high risk of death, and trusting your life with 3 demons, that in itself is special, no? Unfortunately, people don’t see it that way. If you do not have some sort of spectacular fact about yourself that would capture the eyes of a dozen citizens, then you are nothing but a worthless little pebble under someone’s shoe. It’s a harsh reality.
However, that is why I am here! I am here to tell the tales of {Full Name}, Whether people like it or not, Because I firmly believe that they too deserve to be written down in history, just like the rest! And who knows, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two, but enough chit-chat, Let us begin!
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪
This story starts with a small village that sits just at the bottom of a mountain. And on this mountain, lived a vicious demon.
The demon had been around for what felt like centuries, and often loved to cause havoc amongst the town’s people. The demon would poison the soil so nothing would grow, destroy stalls, steal from said stalls, smear mud and dirt on any clean laundry, and would run people over with a mysterious carriage. People of the village constantly prayed and prayed to any god to take care of this demon, but upstairs always remained silent. Eventually, after realizing that no one was going to save them, they decided to take matters into their own hands.
Chaos could be heard from a mile away as the townspeople shouted over each other.
“We must slay this demon!” Someone from the crowd shouted.
“With what?! Pitchforks and dainty knives? We’ve all seen what this demon is capable of, what we have won’t do shit!” Another one rebutted.
Throughout all this chaos, a rather average looking person stood off to the side, trying to share what they had to say, but their hushed voice was drowned out by all the other booming voices in the room. It’s quite funny, really. This person, {Name}, spent– heaven knows how many hours practicing what they were going to say, was also the first few to show up, only to be pushed into a corner. And no matter how much they tried to step through the crowd or raise their voice, all their attempts were futile. Eventually, {Name} let out a heavy sigh, before making their way through the crowd to leave through the front door.
Upon stepping outside, {Name} felt the spring breeze gently caress their skin, they inhaled deeply, letting the faint smell of blossoms ease their mind. It was a rather peaceful evening, despite all the ruckus going on in the house behind them. The air wasn’t too hot or too cold, flowers were starting to blossom from all around, the petals and their scent being carried by the wind, and the sun was just starting to set over the horizon, with the skies becoming a mixture of blue, orange, and a dash of red. Honesty, all of it was a sight to see, but sadly, everyone was too frightened to pay it any mind. Who could blame them though, really. With this demon who’s caused nothing but constant dilemmas and chaos for heaven knows how long, it’s no wonder everyone here would be in distress all the time.
{Name} sighed heavily once more before rubbing their temples, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. All the commotion, and the sudden sound of glass breaking was truly starting to get on their nerves. Unfortunately, however, it had always been like this, whenever the town’s people would try to talk about getting rid of this demon, it always ended up getting physical, and In the end, getting nowhere. Honestly, all of it was ridiculous and {Name} was starting to get irritated by it. I mean, that’s why they attempted to be a part of this meeting in the first place. They thought maybe, just maybe, they could take some initiative and try to have everyone think rationally for once, and not be so hostile and rowdy.
Though, I guess looking back on it now, it was stupid to think someone so bashful and run-of-the-mill as them, could make a difference. If they can’t even fake the confidence to take matters into their own hands. Then hell, what good are they? The thought alone made them feel…useless. {Name} tilts their head back, in a poor attempt to keep the tears from falling. However, the tears trickled down their face regardless. Embarrassed by their current state, {Name} took off towards the direction of a nearby forest. They didn’t know where they were going, they didn’t think of how close it was to nightfall. All they could think about was getting to a safe place to let out their woes without any judgment.
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪
The labored villager continued to run throughout the unfamiliar territory, making impetuous twists and turns for heaven knows how long, trying their best to jump over fallen logs and moss covered rocks, and unaware of their ankles getting little cuts from open thorns and sticks.
{Name} continued on until they found a spot behind a tree, sinking down to the floor as they finally let go of all their sorrows. They didn’t want to continue living like this; Living in constant distress, with nothing ever being solved because everyone was already so stressed out and exhausted from this blasted demon. I mean, what did the people in the village ever do to him? Why must he keep coming back to attack everyone — even children? Is there some sort of unknown history we were all unaware of? Does the demon know something we don’t?
Whatever the case may be, {Name} just wanted it all to end. They couldn’t take another second of living in that village; where the people do nothing but scream and yell at each other and don’t take a second to just think rationally. There needs to be a change before this demon eventually gets bored of terrorizing everyone and does something worse. {Name} wanted to be that change. But they were foolish enough to think that would ever happen. “Why?” {Name} spoke. Their voice low and raspy from crying so much. They looked up at the starry night sky, unable to realize just how long they’ve been crying for. “Why must this happen to us? What did we ever do?” {Name} honestly didn’t know who they were talking to, or if they were even talking to someone at all. Hell, it would be a blessing in itself if their voice was even loud enough to reach anyone. “We have done everything. Prayed, made offerings, dedicated ourselves to you,” {Name’s} voiced a little louder, their face contorted with anger. “So why do you choose to ignore our pleas? Are we simply not worth your time?” A gentle breeze passed by, but {Name} paid it no mind as they waited for a response, a voice. A comforting breeze will do no good, it will not just magically make up for the constant neglect from the Heaven’s. {Name} knows they shouldn’t dare think this way, they know such thoughts would poison their soul, but they felt like they deserve some sort of proper response from someone. Their childhood had been damaged because of this vile creature, they watched as their parents went from kind and caring folks to aggressive and hostile ones. They used to welcome {Name} with loving arms, often trying to encourage them to be more confident in themselves, to not be afraid to stand up for what was right. But slowly, over the years, they started getting more…aggressive and uncaring towards {Name}.
Out of respect, I will not mention the things they have done. Though, I will say that it unfortunately got to the point where {Name} had become very skilled in tending to wounds.
The lonesome village felt another tear prick at the corner of their eyes, their head dropped as the fresh set of tears left little stains on their clothes. Please, just send someone, anyone, to take care of this demon. I would do anything in return, I promise.
…
The rapid crackling of leaves suddenly reverberated around the forest, {Name} nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard it. The lonesome villagers quickly wiped the remaining tears from their face before attempting to see the source of the noise.
From where they were, they managed to see a tall, humanoid figure running as fast as they could, the figure was wearing all black colored clothing so they could’ve easily blended in with the night. The only reason {Name} could see them was because of another figure dressed in all white colored clothing that was lazily thrown over the other one’s shoulder.
“WUKONG!! SAVE ME!!” The person in white yelled.
Without thinking, {Name} got up from their spot and started chasing after the strangers to the best of their ability. Their name wasn’t Wukong, but regardless the stranger was in trouble.
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪
The figure dressed in black was fast, {Name} will tell you that. The figure was jumping around while also making unexpected turns—which threw {Name} off a bit—all while the person in white continued to cry out to someone named Sun Wukong. Which, {Name} had no idea who that was, but they’re assuming Sun Wukong is this guy’s friend. Though, what’s a bit strange is that this guy, despite crying out for help, made little to no effort to fight against the person who was holding him captive.
After what felt like hours, {Name} managed to follow the figure to a cave that was located at the top of the mountain. {Name} heaved while trying to force themselves to walk further up the steep hill. Once at the top, they leaned up against the entrance of the cave, trying to catch their breath. “I wasn’t built for this shit,” they thought.
A moment or two had passed before {Name} looked further into the cave, borrowing the faint moonlight, {Name) couldn’t help but sigh in awe.
The cave was covered in foliage, with a few small waterfalls that flowed down from a few openings in the walls, and the moonlight only gave the place an ethereal glow.
(Artist: Unknown. Source: Pinterest).
{Name} was astonished, never in their life have they ever seen something as elegant as this. It all made {Name} ponder about their own life choices. From their younger years, there were always these rowdy kids who always dismissed the adults' concerns and went as far as they wanted into the woods. The kids offered for {Name} to join them one time, but they timidly refused. Now looking back on it, Perhaps it wouldn’t have hurt to accept their offer.
After what felt like an incense time, {Name} carefully moved towards the cave, the light from the moon slowly warning the further they went, relying on the tiny luminous blue flowers that scattered throughout the cave. As time passed, {Name} couldn’t help but grow more nervous. I mean, what were they going to do? How were they going to save this stranger from someone who could be armed and is undoubtedly stronger then {Name} was, when just prior they were sitting in the dark crying because they can’t even get their voice to go up an octave or two.
Honestly, the smartest thing to do would’ve been to go search for this “Wukong” guy but nOoOo, they just had to prove themselves.
Sighing heavily, {Name} continued on, trying to ease their mind by taking in the scenery. Whoever that black-clad man was, and as horrible as it sounds, {Name} was glad this was the place the man led them to. While they walked, they suddenly came to an opening with a bunch of stone staircases leading in all different directions, leading to multiple different rooms. {Name} was about to walk past it before a rather rejoiceful voice echoed throughout the room. “How lucky, How lucky I am today!!” {Name’s} blood ran cold, they recognized that voice. It was the demon. {Name} had followed the demon back to where he lived!
…
Shit.
End of part 1!
I really hope you and Queen enjoyed it. I can’t guarantee when the next part will be out, but keep an eye out 👁️
Love you all!!
They're in love your honor !
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Draw this a little while ago and forgot to post it !
Process
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I put to much effort in this
3/3 screenshots redraws sheet !
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A freenoodles special one this time ! I realy love this two ❤️
Close-up
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Live Monk Bait
I imagine if MK and his friends were to embark on another adventure they would do this. Tang would be used as live bait. Poor guy, monks never get a break.
Look at him in his little hula skirt 🤣😍
Secrets Told in the Slow-Cart Kingdom
consider this an apology for not finishing Goretober, some things came up that made it hard to work. Happy Halloween!
Word Count: 2k
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“Have the statues been taken care of?” Sun Wukong whispered, a sly grin slowly inching its way onto his face. One of his feet impatiently taps on the stone beneath him while his tail swings side to side, ‘they are going to enjoy this!’ he thought.
“Yes, down the deepest river I could find!” Zhu Bajie replied with a huff “I don’t see why you had to wake us up in the middle of the night simply to get rid of some stupid Daoist statues!” his voice raises before quickly being shushed by Wukong
Quietly agreeing, Sha Wujing nodded. “It is a bit odd for you to call something like this…’ fun’...” covering a yawn with his hand as he awaits the monkey's response. An annoyed sigh leaves Wukong and he motions his companions to follow him inside the Daoist temple, the smell of cooked food, fruits, wines, and tea filling the air as the trio make their way to the main hall. Bajie’s ears wiggled and his stomach rumbled at the intoxicating aromas, Wujing gave a soft smile at realising what this was really for.
Entering the main hall, the monkey stops. All around him are intricately carved pillars, paintings on the walls that depicted three godlike entities, incense burners, all the things Wukong should look at with familiarity, but he kept his eye forward. He only spared them a single glance
“I hope you remember what those statues looked like because we are going to need to look like them for us to stay safe” Wukong swung around, looking at his friends with a smile and a gleam in his eyes that read of pure joy with a hint of mischief “Go on, we can’t let anyone know we were here.” and with that, they turned into nigh identical copies of the original statues…well, most of them were identical.
“Stupid monkey! Telling us we need to remember when you clearly have the worst memory out of all of us!” Bajie started “If it wasn't for master’s kindness, we’d have-”
“Enough, Brother Pigsy. We must stay quiet, remember?” Wujing said sternly. “Brother Monkey, I believed that your statue had a longer beard, as well as a shorter nose and pudgier physique”. Despite his mild frustration at Bajie’s remark, Wukong shifted his form to fit the description given.
“Better?” He grumbles out.
“Better.” Wujing and Bajie said in unison.
“Good” Wukong replies “Now, Pig, you must sit on the left and Sandy sits in the middle. I will sit on the right” instructed to take their places, they do as they are told.
Pigsy’s attention immediately returns to the food and drinks in front of him, marinated bear, warm buffalo milk, red bean buns, an assortment of steamed vegetables and fruits as well as fresh ones, jellyfish spiced with Sichuan pepper, cardamom, and ginger, sweet wines and peach tea…his mouth was a waterfall. He spent much time analyzing the food in front of him, so much so he didn’t even notice his friends were already eating, but when he did he dug in without hesitation.
“Absolutely divine!” Bajie whisper-yelled, his face stuffed to the brim “What would we do without you, Monkey Bro!”
“Die.” Wukong said bluntly, eating a random fruit he grabbed.
“WHA- we would be just fine without you, SIMIAN!!”
“Quiet, Swine! One would think that with those big ears of yours, you could listen when we tell you to. Be. Quiet.” Wukong shot a glare at Bajie, his gaze seemed to go past the Pig, despite looking straight at him.
Sandy chuckled, spilling a small amount of tea on his lap. Back-and-forth bickering between Wukong and Pigsy was something he’d gotten used to on this journey, and came to enjoy it well enough. Though slightly upset by the tea spill, he simply poured more into his cup and began to drink once more. He wasn’t the type of person to be hungry after waking up, so this would suffice for now.
So the trio continued to eat without a word, Pigsy gorging himself on all he could grab, Sandy satisfied with his drink, and Monkey slowly grabbing fruits now and then. Bajie broke the silence with bewilderment
“This beef is just heavenly! It's sweet and tender, seasoned perfectly with most of the juice retained! It almost of tasted like-”
“Human meat?” Monkey interrupted, looking for what to eat next.
“Why- yes in fact-” Pigsy stuttered
“Have you eaten humans, Brother Monkey?” Sandy asked, his tone serious, eyebrows furrowed.
“Of course I have! But that's nothing- hey, can you pass me that….uh ....” Wukong squinted his eyes, “...that…. weird smelling…peach-thing?”
‘Do you mean the mandarin? But about the human thing-”.
“Yes! The mandarin! Hand it over will ya?” cutting Sandy off and not really willing to get into his past, Monkey beckons his hand for one of the citruses. Wujing hands the fruit over, he’ll let this pass for now, but it will be followed up eventually. They continued in silence once more, it was clear that something was in the air, but still, as silent as ever… until Bajie filled the silence once more.
“Monkey, Why didn’t you just say ‘mandarin’ in the first place? Have you honestly never seen a mandarin in your whole life? I find that hard to believe”.
Wukong paused for a second…he could lie about this, or simply ignore the pig…
“Well? What is it?” Pigsy insisted.
“...I couldn’t see it” the open and honest truth.
Sandy chimed in “couldn’t see it? Brother Wukong, you are a very observant man…how could you just…not see it? The bowl is only a couple of feet away!” He turned his head to face the monkey, attempting to stay as quiet as possible. “You just…couldn’t see it?”
“Yes. I couldn’t see it… it just looked…blurry- or foggy-… I don’t quite know” sighing as he peeled his fruit, avoiding eye contact. “Everything is like that, blurry. A mess of colour swatches that make up only vague shapes” Wukong lowered his voice more, as if ashamed
Both Pigsy and Sandy paused at what they were hearing… Did Sun Wukong, The Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, just admit he has bad eyesight? It seemed like something that would never affect him, and yet here it is. All of a sudden, things start to make sense, the statue, his aversion to reading, he simply couldn’t see properly. But that doesn’t explain other things…
“Wait, if you can't see…then how can you tell demons from humans?” Pigsy asked curiously.
“Simple, it's magic. My Golden Eyes of Truth allow me to see something's true form. It's the only way I really can see clearly…especially master, he’s just a ray of gold and cicadas…it genuinely burns my eyes” Wukong chuckles a bit at the end, couple his blindness with light sensitivity? A match made in hell.
“When did your eyesight start to degrade?” Wujing leaned in closer, wanting to know more.
“Wow, rude.” Wukong started “First, it did not degrade naturally. Second, and I'm surprised you both forgot, when I got arrested by heaven they took away my amour and threw me in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, all that smoke and heat had an impact on me. At first, I thought it simply was…fog that blurred my vision, but when I burst out I was too angry to notice how little I couldn’t see. A literal blind rage, if you will”
Of course, how could they forget? How could anyone forget? It was the biggest event to occur in heaven in a very long time. The pure bloodlust and unbridled rage that came from the monkey was a truly traumatizing sight. His scleras stained red as if drenched in blood, the iris yellow like pure gold, pupils narrowed and catlike. The stone monkey was on fire and smoke burst from his mouth…anyone who saw his rampage was left with a myriad of psychological scars. Heaven was left as rubble and ashes held together by the blood of countless immortals and warriors. Each corner and crevasse was like a painted masterpiece, left soiled by the thick red ink.
“...Can you draw us?” Sandy asked, ripping everyone’s minds away from those dreadful memories and placing their attention on him.
“I- What?” The monkey sputtered “I just told you I can’t see proper-”
“Yes, Brother Monkey, I know. But I'm curious as to how you see us right now, without your gold vision. How do you think we currently appear as mortals? As we are on our journey right now” Sandy paused “Paint us”
“Be sure to make me as handsome as possible” Pigsy chimed in.
‘I suppose it could be interesting’ thought Wukong “there really is no time like the present” he closed his eyes and plucked 3 hairs from his neck, turning them into a brush, ink and a piece of paper, he began to work. Trying to see properly, Monkey got as close as he could without smudging anything. Stroke after stroke he worked the brush like a weapon, his two companions silently watching, taking in how much he was trying. Wukong will admit, he’s no artist, he’s a fighter and a crafty one at that. He takes joy in listening to poetry, maybe getting someone to write his own poems and songs down but he simply cannot do it on his own. Despite that, he’ll try, simply because he can.
Just as Wukong’s art is finished, the trio hears footsteps coming into the hall and they all scurry into their popper positions. They see three figures, there is no doubt that it's the Three Daoist Immortals. Needless to say that now is when they get to have some mischievous fun.
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Having left the Slow-Cart Kingdom, the pilgrims continue to journey westward. Memories of their primate companion disembowelling and decapitating himself were still fresh in the minds of each of them, the only difference being that Wukong himself was the only one to view it positively.
Tripitaka decides to send Bajie off to find some food for the group, such ordeals with demons can still leave a person quite hungry. Even with the disgusting events that had occurred, nature dictates that people, especially humans, need to eat. Wukong simply doesn’t trust the pig to do his job properly, so he opts to leave and spy on him. Wujing, Tripitaka, and Ao Lie are left alone with each other
“Master, would you like to see something?” Sandy gave a curious look to the young monk, a warm smile on his face.
“Hm? I suppose that depends on what it is, Wujing” Tripitaka said cautiously, not wanting to be subjected to the sight of more gore.
“Do not worry Master, Brother Monkey made it” taking a piece of folded paper out from one of the bags he was holding “You are aware of Brother Monkey’s impaired eyes, yes?”
“Of course, Bajie informed me earlier…” Tripitaka trailed off as his disciple handed him the folded paper. Opening it he finds four simple paintings of…what seemed to be their group. The first seemed to be of Ao Lie, a simple dragon-like squiggle, next to it was some very childish and messy handwriting simply spelling out the dragon-horses name. The second was of Bajie, Wukong quite obviously didn’t put much effort into his one, so there is less detail, excluding the stink lines emanating off of the pigman with crudely written insults popped off to the side. The third is Wujing, more respect is placed in this painting, and his features are more defined with cleaner lines and a modest face…there is also a silly painting of him where he simply has a fish for a head. Finally, there was Tripitaka himself, still crude yet genuine passion was put into his depiction. Painted as a heavenly figure who has come to help Wukong become who he was meant to be. There is no doubt that the loyalty Wukong feels for his master is genuine.
Tripitaka sighs, a small smile creeps on his face “Wukong is a kind soul, despite his destructive methods, he is a good person. Don’t tell him I said this, but I believe when he reaches Nirvana, he will truly become what he was always meant to be…..” his voice trails off again
“Victorious”
// I LOVE WHEN PIGSY STARTS CALLING MK HIS SON IN SEASONS 4 AND 5 😞💔 ….It's like they're throwing in my face that I have daddy issues? YEA IT IS but it’s so adorable at the same time 😭
Theyre playing Journey to the west. Kyle’s salty cause he wanted to be Tripitaka
Pls tell me pigsy not an abusive a hol
I finally finished Percy Jackson and the Olympians, now I’m finding Heroes of Olympus and Trials of Apollo.
Now I can update this AU.
Percy= MK
Poseidon= Wukong
Sally= Tang
Chiron= Tripitaka (I’m guessing like Golden Cicada is Kronos or something-)
Annabeth= Red Son
Athena= DBK (Since Annabeth’s father might’ve dabbled in aircraft practice, so I’m putting PIF as her dad, not sure who’s Red Son’s stepfather, probably just some random character I’ll make up)
Luke= Bai He
Hermes= Mayor (Yes I changed it)
Zeus= Jade Emperor (Reason? Both are like the head gods so it be wrong not to)
Hades= Macaque (You know why)
Grover= Mei
Dionysus= Zhu Bajie
Paul= Pigsy (It was a suggestion from someone and honestly yeah)
Bianca= Savage
Nico= Rumble
The rest of the characters are still a work-in progress. I’m still finding someone for Clarisse. I’ll probably reblog the AU information or smth
the creature. one could even say... a creature feature.
featuring . the creature
born to be a sacrifice ^_^ forced to go wsg gang :3
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can you guys tell i rewatched a silent voice... festival scene got me like 😹😹😹😿😹😹😹😿😹😿😿😿😿😿😿
my monkey sona and.... no i didnt already post this!?!!!?!! just kidding yas i did..... heres more monkeys 😊❤️
i accidentally posted privately and i think it messed up the post.... sorry guys!!! i hope everyone has a good day today
Doodle of @legobowl 's human designs ( *u* )
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my jttw sun wukong doodles
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Doodles i forgot to post
She monkie on my kid till i lego! 😸 She season 5 on my january till i eureka! 😸
sorry 🙁 homestuck mentioned
Whatever whatever whatever
erm guys... happy anniversary to this show called monkie kid? idk im not really into it that much 😂😂 lol anyways hope you guys enjoy 🤣🤣 I was crazy once. they put me in a room. a rubber room . a roo
i never got over season 1 or season 2 or season 3 or season 4 or seas
sketch below C:
autistic girlboy summer begins in... 321 now!!!!!!!!
DO YOU HAVE A BEST FRIEND TOO :3
only you can define who you are, mk.
LMK S4 SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
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despite everything, it's still you
This is the greatest show in the entire universe i cant put into words how much this show means to me so i keep saying it through wordless comics HAHAH
in the last page i wasn't trying to imply monkey king is mk's father (cocreator confirmed he is not) i was mostly trying to show that there is a great disconnect between mk and sun wukong :(
I drew the last three images while sick because mnkei kid is the ciooelest shwo ever go watchg please
similarities
The comic was meant for traffic light trio week but i didnt end up enjoying how it came out but thought i should still post it anyways 🐒
doodle i did at 2am
forever wip i was working on after pt 1 finale came out
THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHOW IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO DRAW
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO WORKED ON MONKIE KID THIS FINALE WAS BEAUTFUL