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finally. the long shadowpeach pride month fic. i honestly cant believe i managed to finish this on time.

anyways. welcome to the post s3 special fic where Wukong drags Macaque into helping him with his glamours. Oh, and also a few other things happen, but they’re not important. Probably.

TW: Panic Attacks, talk of scars and injuries

Word Count: 13.4k

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Macaque woke up that morning to the dawn shining through his curtains, the sounds of the city starting to wake up, the birds calling out the song of the day, and the horrifying realization that Sun Wukong was climbing in through his window.

“Oh good, you’re up.” Wukong said, casually, like he wasn’t literally breaking and entering into Macaque’s bedroom. “If you weren’t I was going to have to throw you into a nearby mountain. Saves me the energy I guess.”

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#this man is my enemy and the love of my life #I hate him so much but god the talent he possesses is just ughh

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tbh if someone just handed me a pressure washer and set me loose in the streets i would go into a trance and just start hosing shit down indiscriminately. it's not a question of how much i could clean, but how long until i get hit by a car and die

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IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

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I’m crying.

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i scheduled this a year ago..

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Scheduling for every year

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once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion

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Because ONE video that made me cry wasn’t enough this week.

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consuming media uncritically if my favorite character kills I will too

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i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

somecunttookmyurl

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

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sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

somecunttookmyurl

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

somecunttookmyurl

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

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