I R R E S P O N S I B L E

Monkey King Mischief Extraordinaire

[mpwukong]

mpxhel​:

Hel tilts her head, as if trying to understand the words of the other god. She was sure she was missing something, a discernment of nuances perhaps, but then the spirit above the tree gave another shriek of protest as if already detecting their time was short.

“I would be much obliged for your assistance with this matter.” She gives a nod to the other god, her own eyes barely widening as he relinquished the glamour that was around him. A monkey god. Interesting. And that explained the comment about the bananas.

“If you could just chase him down, I’ll secure him.” She retreats a bit from the tree, and readies to swing the energy glowing from her palm, like a baseball about to be launched.

Grinning softly as he likes the plan, Wukong nods before Hel steps back, and his focus instead shifts to the tricky spirit looming on the branches above him. “Got it” he murmurs the affirmative, before making sure she was far enough back, and launches himself up into the tree. His movements are more vertical to the trunk then actually needing it to climb. Toes barely touching it as he ascends higher up into it’s branches, catching the first so he can swing himself up and land on the one above. Despite his height the movements agile, almost graceful, and doing little to the tree than shaking a few leaves. 

“Down you come, you pesky thing” he calls out, before swinging up, past the spirits level to heard it down. Strong arms swinging and pulling his weight with ease. Climbing trees really was one of his favourite things and he never finds enough reason to do it in his modern life! Camazotz probably wouldn’t approve, given the expensive shirt he was wearing, but the bat god wasn’t here and he doesn’t always do his laundry for him! 

His moves have the desired effect as in an effort to get away from him, the spirit starts to move down the tree, all shrieks and howls. The Monkey King hot on it’s heels. 

[dcmsonidris]

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[mpwukong]

mpyiyang​:

Pretty Doll | Wukong & Yiyang

Yiyang face turns like a cats as her hair is pat before receiving a sweet kiss. Her eyes closing and crinking into half moon shapes while her lips turn up in a content, bubbly smile. Though she is not his direct daughter, the both of them would agree that they were alike and there was family resemblance. Perhaps due to the time spend together but she thinks there’s a little bit of ancestry as well. She’ll just think that for herself. After all it wasn’t like her father and Wukong were technically, actually related by blood. But then again, gods are weird so who knows. 

Her glance is curious as Wukong takes her hand and guides her towards his back, not sure what his intention was. She liked these moments best, because of her high insight that often led her to see through people before they even knew it. As he crouches a little bit she instantly knows though and a toothy bright smile adorns her face as her hands place down on his shoulders and she is quick to hop on without any hesitation. Technically the god was very old but he was every bit as vital! “Baby monkeys?! I want to meet them sometime.” She happy exclaims as she’s picked up in the piggyback and leans onto him. “Oh a café?” She’d worked at cafés before, so it wasn’t like she was lacking experience altogether which made it sound promising. On the other hand she had also been fired or left those previous times. “Is it cute?” Is her first question towards her uncle, fitting her current role that seemed to care more about these kind of things than for example pay. 

“I will take you to see the baby monkeys, and the forests of my home” Wukong nods, moving his hands to her thighs to keep her secure on his back, before he continues to trudge the way back to the city. As the Great Sage, showing his children and the children of heaven the place they all came from was very important, it was how he hoped to keep their history and it’s great stories alive. 

At the question as to whether the cafe was cute, Wukong chuckles before nodding happily. “Oh, very cute. Just like you” he hums, grinning a little as he tilts his head but can’t see her on his back, still, he knows she must be smiling. His precious Yiyang is always smiling. “I think there may even be cute outfits” he nods. he had of course fully vetted this place out before suggesting his adoptive daughter up as a possible employee, as protective as ever, even though it was most of the time hidden from his young in his foolish ways. Wukong was fierce when it came to their protection. 

“You’ll learn to make all sorts of tasty treats. There is a pink milkshake with bubbles that papa wants to try!” He chimes happily, stepping onto the street as they find the edge of the park. 

[amaterasuxmp]

The voice of Justice

Another council thread discussing the actions of @mpxyoongi & @mposiris ; with presiding council members: @mp-hermes @mpxarawn @mpwukong @amaterasuxmp @mpxmorrigan

A demigod was dead. That was what Amaterasu told herself as she strode towards the council meeting chambers. While she possessed no agility to detect who left the physical world as well as seeing the dead, the news had travelled to the council member’s ears, just as quickly as if she had. The death, sadly was not uncommon. Even in an island full of immortals, Mount Phoenix saw its fair share of deaths. The presence of a hospital made it so. But this was probably the first, at least since Amaterasu became a council member, that she was to preside over a death planned. One of their own, an immortal, had decided to kill a demigod. 

A demigod was dead. Amaterasu had not been lying when she told Osiris she could see his reasons as to why he decided on such extremes. That he also requested the aid of another demigod to do the deed…Amaterasu was not sure if Taemin knew what his husband had been up to for work, and she would not be the one to say so. Still, a thread of worry for her friend began in her mind before she marshalled her thoughts to focus on what was to happen. No doubt the other members of the council had already been informed; she was not the one who called this meeting after all.

Amaterasu had tried her best to convince Osiris to present his case to the rest of the council, but he had resolutely refused. He is off still hunting down the after effects and helping Jordan’s victims. I stand by my decision. He had said, and had now trusted her to present his case as objectively as she could with the reasons he presented. While she had said as much when meeting with him, she was not sure if the others would see the reason as valid. The immortality that they were gifted with was not an automatic reason for them to deal out death like a cards in a game. No, it was much more serious than that. Especially with the rules they had established for gods to live on the island.

“A demigod is dead.” Amaterasu said by way of greeting as she slid unto her council seat. And what are we to do about it?

[mpwukong]

Watching as Amaterasu joins them in the council chambers, Wukong’s eyes track her as she moves, slowly rotating a pen between his fingers. Though his posture seemed relaxed, lent to the side against one arm of his chair, ankle of his foot resting atop his knee, the Monkey King’s face holds none of it’s usual mirth. It was drawn and serious, eyes lightly ablaze with their golden glow, as he watches the goddess sit. 

He knew the story somewhat, knew those involved and some of their supposed reasons. Murder was not something even the Monkey King could take lightly, as his chin lifts and he speaks in reply to Amaterasu’s statement. “Murdered, is my understanding” his eyes remain trained on her because Wukong knows all too well the fondness the goddess holds for the god involved. He may be mischievous but this was a whole other level entirely and his sense of justice would not see nepotism gloss over the specifics of this case. He trusts Amaterasu, and his fellow council members, to remain impartial, but he would be remiss to not say it. 

Now his gaze darts instead to the others around the table. “We’ve not seen violence like this in some time, it is worrying to see it now... and with a god involved, no less”.  

[exmpairmid]

Monkey Business | Wukong & Airmid & the giant

mpwukong​:

(…) “Is there any herbs or anything that could make him sleepy?” He asks, leaping to the next tree before looking behind them as the big guy is right on their (well his) tail. 

it seems her words have taken wukong completely by surprise and she has a moment in which she realises quite starkly and fully that she loves him so much for that. then they’re off again, as wukong lines out his plan and she can only accept it, because there isn’t much more they can do. he asks her if there’s anything that can make the giant sleepy.

“well considering the size of him an entire field of lavender or chamomile might help make him a little less inclined to rage and more peaceful,” she replies with a little laugh, and though the giant is right on their tail, she is not worried. “perhaps if i could get a hand on him i might syphon off some of his energy, but i would need someone or something to pass it on to, because i could not possibly contain all of it myself.”

the giant is more natural than most humans, so she still has access to some of its energy like she does the energy all around them. she herself, however, is a mortal grown everlasting with her knowledge of herbs and plants, so there’s not enough divinity inside of her to harness an entire giant’s excess energy. it would leave her jittery like a demigod on too much coffee, before eventually she would probably explode with it. no, keeping it to herself is a bad idea. wukong, however…

“do you think i could pass some to you or is this barrier you have going to stop me from doing that, too?”

[mpwukong]

“I was thinking something more potent than lavender or chamomile!” Wukong calls back, having envisioned some sort of hypnosis plant or root they could burn or something. Something more... witchy! Where was a god of sleep when you needed them! 

Having reached the end of the forest, Wukong winds down the nearest vine to set them both on the ground and gently helps the goddess from his back as she explains her plan. They have a few moments until the giant caught up and hopefully now being back towards his mountain home he might become a little more distracted. He nods at the idea she could siphon off his energy, before talk turns to transferring it to him. “It’ll work, my bodies my own. I don’t inhabit a vessel so I think it’s worth a shot” he nods before taking her hand as thudding footsteps were getting close again so they needed to run.  

“Oh this is going to hurt” he resigns himself with a mutter as they start to run. It was a good idea but he doesn’t exactly look forward to being hooked up to a battery with the output of a nuclear power plant! Still, he’s probably been through worse!... not that he can think of any right now. 

[mpwukong]

Bored Councilman | starter for @mpxarawn​ ft Wukong & Arawn 

“I’m so bored-!” Wukong groans as he leans back against his office chair, stretching out his long legs as he swivels slowly from left to right. Days in the council building were so dull. Paperwork and talking to people about uninteresting things like rules... not to mention the other gods around here were often so stuffy! 

Speaking of stuffy, as a body moves past the door to his office the Monkey King’s eyes glance up, just in time to see one particular underworld deity move past the opening, causing Wukong to quickly lean back in his chair as far as it will go, and slip down until his hips were hanging off it. To semi hide behind his desk. With his chin in his neck his feet shuffle across the floor, trying desperately to get out of eye shot before Arawn glances over and decides he has something incredibly dark and depressing to tell him from the Celtic underworld. Or worse still, work. How the man could entertain himself daily on permits and licensing, Wukong will never know. 

[mpwukong]

mpcamazotz​:

With a curious tilt of his head, Caça looks at the director as he calls his name. He knows this tone and he knows he’s going to tease him one way or another. He’s curious to hear what he’s going to say now. Somehow the monkey always found new ways to tease and pester. And he didn’t mind it, which is probably why he was one of the few who could be his assistant long term. The Chinese god was a chaotic whirlwind to say the least, even if he was good at the things he did when he finally put his focus on them. Others would be a fool to underestimate Sun Wukong.

The Mayan gods lips slowly curl up into a smirk, eyes casting down for a moment. What a rather funny thought. He thinks as he closes the cardoor and follows for them to head inside and to their table. His son being more adapt at business… He wouldn’t be too particularly shocked at that. After all, his Rowoon could do close to no wrong in his eyes despite how he would fairly judge his abilities. As they are seated he hears the director order them two beers, and he briefly wonders if they’re both for him as it wasn’t Wukongs first choice in alcohol, while he does as asked and takes the chair across from him. Long legs going under the table with a little bit of an efficient but clearly much needed and precisely thought out tuck and slide. His long legs did not usually fit as easily under regular furniture. Much like his lanky boss, but he usually bumped into things or showed his odd monkey agility to get into seats. 

His hands pick up the menu laid out for him as he begins to look through it for the both of them, hearing that Wukong wants steak he wastes no time glancing over at the meat dishes. He was lready relatively familiar with what was on offer here so he can quickly and easily make a couple suggestions. “They still have the chicken skewers you enjoyed previously, director Sun. As for steak they have either a t-bone or the pepper steak. You had a bit of it last time when I ordered it and didn’t like the sauce so I can ask them to change it for you to something more suited.” As he presents the options, his eyes go over to the other side of the menu. If the monkey was having something like steak he’ll have fish. Perhaps scallops or swordfish.

“Hmm-” lightly drumming his fingers together, Wukong nods as he listens to Camazotz’ suggestions. As apt as always at knowing what he would want, when he wanted it. The Director did indeed enjoy the chicken the last time they came and at mention of the sauce he’d tried, his nose crinkles and he pokes out the tip of his tongue, remembering the pepper he had definitely not enjoyed. He’d forgotten that before now. Another way the Mayan god was invaluable. “T-bone it is then” he nods, because though he is sure his assistant could get him any sauce he wanted, the food was not the main focus of this meeting. The meeting that he didn’t want to be just a meeting. He wanted a date. 

“Ooo, see if they can do those crunchy potatoes I liked-” he asks with a nod, before flipping his menu closed and leans back in his chair. Everything else could be left to Camazotz, he didn’t need to fret about that. He would have his steak cooked exactly how he wanted it, with all the sides he liked and he didn’t even need to say a thing. 

“You know-” he starts to strike up a conversation as he leans back a little in his seat, looking over at the other god. “I hear your son is a dead ringer for you, right down to the way you part your hair” he has his spies, he hears things. Nurses love to gossip and when there is a handsome demigod to natter about, linked to an equally handsome member of his staff, they couldn’t help themselves but fill him in on all the gossip, as he munched on their biscuits. “So tell me, is there some bat way of procreating that is like cloning? -and he doesn’t have a mother at all?” He asks with a grin. Wondering if there was just a Camazotz clone out there!

[mpwukong]

mpairmid​:

Monkey Business | Wukong & Airmid & the giant

she shakes her head with a small smile when wukong says he’s the hero, and would have made another comment about his earlier assumption about her actions if they didn’t set off right then. adjusting her grip on him so that she could balance herself as easily as possible during their wild escape, she then simply holds on, looking at the way the world flies by while wukong carries her around. she’s done many of these crazy things in her past, when she was younger and more adventurous, can even remember a few times she did this with yixing, but it has been a long time. most of her impulsive decisions involve poseidon these days, but even those don’t quite rival the ridiculousness of the situation wukong just dragged her into. and the truth is; she loves it.

when he calls out an insult to the giant, she can’t help but laugh, especially when her friend claims that got its attention. “i don’t think continuing to insult him is going to encourage him to let us get away from him!” she calls to her friend, but it’s said with great amusement that makes it clear she doesn’t really mind this wild chase through the mountain forests. “have you tried apologising?”

she laughs a little more at that, the sound elated and carefree before she leans forward so she can press a kiss to wukong’s cheek. “remind me to give you a proper kiss once we get rid of this giant,” she tells him warmly before turning her head to glance behind them and check if the giant is still tracking them and if there is perhaps something she can distract or incapacitate it with.

Having skidded to a stop on the next branch, Wukong had hunkered down, planning his next move as his golden eyes scan the forest ahead of them. If he were on his own he would be a lot more carefree, swinging with wild abandonment, but he has precious cargo, so wants to make sure every next leap is planned. That is until the feels a kiss on his cheek, his eyes widening as he nearly slips in surprise of it all, the skin where the goddesses’ lips had brushed tinging a soft pink hue. “Oh, well-” he stammers shyly at her promise of more, proper kisses,before a thunderous footstep from the giant nearly has him fall off the branch completely! 

“Right, giant!” Wukong reminds himself with a nod because though thinking about kisses would be nice, they did have slightly more pressing issues right now! “I think we lead him back up to the mountain range, hopefully he’ll be tired and head back to his cave!” Wukong calls back, before they have to relocate as the giant comes into view behind them. 

“Is there any herbs or anything that could make him sleepy?” He asks, leaping to the next tree before looking behind them as the big guy is right on their (well his) tail. 

[mpwukong]

mpxhel​:

“You’d be surprised.” Hel says with a slight shrug, answering the question if anybody is fond of ghost possession. She knew there were a few mortals who possessed either an extreme curiosity for ghosts or a wild recklessness that allowed them to leap into such dangerous activities. She kept her eyes trained on the poltergeist, narrowing her eyes at the cackling spirit. Her focus was on the spirit that she almost missed the god’s further comment.

“Are you speaking to me?” She asks, a faint trace of amusement in her tone before it flashes into a smirk. “Bananas?” She turns to look up again at the spirit. “Are these spiritual bananas? Ghosts cannot eat.” 

With that pronouncement, Hel opens her palm, and a soft green glow appeared atop it, that it drew the curious eyes of the spirit atop. “How fast can you climb?” 

“No, I’m talking to him-” Wukong replies sarcastically as he gestures up towards the spirit in the tree, before tutting with a chuckle and gently shakes his head before his attention returns to the matter at hand. “Bananas work for the monkeys, it was more of a metaphor-” he murmurs back to the apparently far too literal goddess, as his eyes train on the spirit. It was definitely getting angsty - they should indeed probably do something about it soon. 

As he’s asked about how fast he can climb a tree, Wukong’s eyes glance over to Hel, before his lips curl in amusement and he nods, liking this plan very much. “Oh I can climb fast” he hums, for the Monkey King, that was elementary. As the goddess’ palm illuminates green, Wukong dispels the magic that gives him a human form, regaining his monkey features, including his superior eye sight shimmering bright gold, and helpful tail for climbing, ready for her mark. 

[mpwukong]

mpairmid​:

leave it to the monkey king to think she’s feeling him up for some good times when in the middle of being chased by an angry giant, of course. when he hisses at her, she bites her lips to hide a smile, but her task at hand is more important than soothing his worries - or perhaps interest? to his second question she also can’t give a proper reply because before she can get a word out there’s the angry giant again, stomping his way through the trees and roaring in anger at his inability to find them.

wukong’s next suggestion sounds good to her, and so she’s already adjusting his arms when she sees his tail pop up, flicking back and forth and she can’t help but laugh in amusement as she reaches out to flick the tip of it playfully. she doesn’t say anything, though, simply adjusts her hold and moves so she can indeed get on his back.

“just promise me one thing; if it gets too dangerous you save yourself and you don’t care about me. i’m the one with the healing powers here, but i am incapable of healing you, so you save yourself. i’ll be fine in a day at most no matter what. alright?” she tells him with her lips close to his ear so he’ll hear her even over the ruckus the giant is making. it’s definitely said in a scolding tone of voice, but it comes from a place of care, though she’s not sure he’ll be able to tell as much.

she doesn’t say anything else, simply wraps her legs around his middle solidly as well from the moment she can and then lets him take the lead. there’s nothing truly scary about this, since both of them can’t really die, but the excitement is real nonetheless, as is the thrill of being chased by a mountain giant. and so she can’t help the little whoop she lets out when wukong sets off into the trees.

Helping the woman onto his back, Wukong’s eyes are lifted to the canopy above them, as the thundering steps of the giant get closer. Planning their route and the most effective way to lead the giant away from the city, or else then there really will be hell to pay. He is, after all, a member of the Council, so despite his monkey antics he does take the safety of all those living on the island very seriously.  Hearing Airmid’s request takes his attention from that however, as he steps up to the tree, hands making sure she’s ready to secure herself to his back, before he glances back with one of his tell tale cheeky grins. “You forget, I’m the Monkey King! I’m the hero-” he chimes confidently, because there is no way he would ever leave her behind. The hero simply doesn’t do that. 

With that said he quickly launches them forward, scaling the tall trunk of the tree with ease, enjoying her whoop of thrill as he is up on the high branches, tail wrapping around the branch above for stability before he is off. Leaping from branch to branch, swinging to the next tree, all with ease - checking back frequently to make sure their large friend was moving in the direction away from the city. 

Coming to a stop a few trees away he turns to yell back through a cupped hand “hey UGLY!” Quickly getting a reaction as the thunderous footsteps become louder and right for them, the trees shaking in his wake. Though at least a dense forest was more of a challenge for the lumbering beast. “Now that’s got his attention” Wukong grins before he’s off again, swinging from tree to tree - maybe they can wear him out and he’ll go back to sleep!

[exmpairmid]

Monkey Business |  Wukong & Airmid & the giant

mpwukong​:

(…) Cursing under his breath in Chinese, the Monkey King leans his head back against the bark for a moment as he pants to catch his breath, before turning it a little to listen out for their gigantic friend, who by now was probably scouring the horizon for them. 

she’s just running away from the tremors in the earth and the incredible presence of the giant behind them when wukong’s hand closes around hers and she lets him pull her away from the trail straight ahead. she stumbles slightly, but he’s sure-footed enough to make them both end up alright, pressed closely together hidden behind a large tree trunk. with some luck the giant will just run past them and she can get a proper idea of its physique so she can figure out how to get it back to sleep - for she presumes that is what it’s been woken from.

until that moment, though, she’s good just lying there. her breathing is not as rapid as wukong’s, but then she hasn’t run as far as he has, and so she temporarily turns her full attention to him. she can’t discern anything wrong with him, which always automatically comforts her until she remembers that even if he were hurt she wouldn’t be able to tell with just her ability alone. and so she turns towards him a bit more, letting her arms slip around him so she can move her hands over his body to feel for any heat or anything else indicating possible injury.

“don’t move,” she breathes to him before he might try to pull away from her touch, running her hands down his back and sides, even all the way down his legs to his ankles. when she’s satisfied that he is alright physically - his mental state is something else - she moves her arms back up until they’re around his neck, so she can peak over his shoulder towards the side of the trunk to see if the giant has made up its mind yet on where to look for them next. with some luck it’s a stupid one and it’ll be tricked easily.

[mpwukong]

Resting his back against the bark, Wukong’s breathing is rapid and heavy, broad chest expanding with each deep breath as his shimmering orange gaze glances out past the trees - linking with whatever magic he can to assess their situation but also not alert the giant to their position any more. He was very out of breath, and he is incredibly fit but given the fact that before he’d even awoken the giant he had been pushing his body with spell casting and then had to run the length of a football pitch away from the thing trying to squish him... he was out of breath. 

He is so focused on trying to assess the situation his focus had shifted from Airmid for a moment, before she pulls it right back by putting her hands all over him. “A-ah-!” He quickly stammers, eyes widening as suddenly the goddess was on him and running her hands all over his shoulders and chest like some sort of cheerleader in heat. “Airmid! Do you really think this is the time?!” He hisses a whisper back as she is touching some very interesting spots and he’s not against it, but right now!? 

“Oh by the heavens!” He mutters in alarmed Chinese as she ducks all the way down in front of him, hands smoothing down his legs all the way down. His eyes are still as wide as saucers as she’s back up again and winding her arms around his neck. “You satisfied you’ve felt every monkey inch?” He murmurs to hear ear, hand instinctively pressing to her back, before their moment is ruined by thumping footsteps. The giant had decided to follow them into the forest. Soon a roar of irritation fills the trees, as Wukong quickly turns his head to press cheek to cheek with the goddess and look at the giant now so angered it can’t find them, it’s starting to thrash about the place. 

“We need to go up!” He shouts to her, thinking to climb is probably their best bet. “Get on my back?” He offers, climbing is something he is very good at. Already his tail had appeared to help as the soft brown appendance flicks in... was it excitement? Yes, despite being scary and irresponsible, this was fun!

[mpwukong]

Two Gods vs One Ghost | cont from here w/ @mpxhel ft Wukong & Hel 

“Oh..” Wukong hums softly as he stops beside the goddess, chin lifted to gaze up at the seemingly empty tree. Though following the soft glimmer of orange in his own gaze, he’s able to see very clearly the problematic poltergeist swinging on a branch, taunting the goddess of the underworld. With his hands clasped behind his back, the Monkey King rocks a little back on his heels, before humming softly as he tries to think of a way to help. 

“Is anyone fond of ghost possession?” He has to ask, having thought over her warning for a moment, as his brows furrow before he looks back to the current problem at hand. 

“You look nice by the way” he murmurs out of the side of his mouth, before lifting a hand to tap on his chin. “Maybe we could tempt it down with something?” He announces clearer before nodding. “With my children bananas always used to work!” He hums, nodding as he looks over to her again. 

[thaiactorsandbts]

Seo Kang Joon

[mpwukong]

Pretty Doll | Wukong & Yiyang

With eager arms winding around his middle, Wukong’s eyebrows raise a little in surprise, before he chuckles heartily and sets a hand on her hair before bestowing a kiss upon her crown. “Yes, I suppose that’s right-” he nods eagerly in agreement, finding her as sweet as honey, like always. No matter how mischievous others may find his children, to Wukong they could do no wrong and were sweeter than candied apples themselves. 

“Come-” he encourages her with a nod, taking a gentle hold of her arm to guide her a little back before he turns and crouches so he can scoop her up onto his back in a piggyback. “This is how baby monkeys are carried around!” He calls back happily, casting a glance back with an encouraging nod. Though he needed to remember the reason why they were heading into the city, and not get distracted by play time! Or he’s sure to get an earful from Camazotz!

“I have arranged for you to meet someone at a cute café that I think would be a great place for you to work-” the god nods, having set up a sort of interview to help get his adopted daughter settled and with something to keep her busy. In the hopes she’ll make friends that aren’t just himself and his son. 

[mpwukong]

MY Bat | Wukong & Camazotz

“You know, Gam Seo-” Wukong calls out as he slowly extends a long leg out of the car and stands, stopping on the pavement by the car door as it’s held open by his assistant, looking over at him with a mischievous curl to his lips. “You might have to watch out. Your son might be more adapt at business than you-” he teases with a grin, before he steps away towards the waiting restaurant doorman, lifting a hand he waggles a finger as the door is held open for him and he heads inside. Chuckling to himself as he goes. He might end up really enjoying getting the bat god’s son involved in business at the hospital! This was a great idea and he doesn’t know why he didn’t come up with it before! 

In no time the restaurant hostess has quickly greeted him, moving to guide them both towards the Director’s usual favourite table as the Monkey King orders two beers as he passes her to take his seat. It may not be a ‘bar’ per say, but he does want to get some drinks in the other man. Despite his seemingly more humble side, the Chinese deity is actually more accustomed to enjoying the finer things in life. The loyal assistant with elegant efficiency, the cars, the nice restaurants, the penthouse apartment - as Director of the hospital and zodiac god... Wukong was quiet spoilt. 

“Gam Seo come, hurry-” the Director calls out, gesturing for the other god to take his seat quickly as e grabs his menu. They needed to get drinking and chatting quickly! He never could shake the use of the mortal name for the other... it felt, special. “I fancy steak” he chimes happily, more at ease now his nervousness had passed. He once again has all of Camazotz’s attention, how it should be.

[mpwukong]

Monkey Business |  Wukong & Airmid & the giant 

“I don’t think it wants to come in for tea, Airmid!” Wukong calls back to the woman running by his side as they make a speedy exist down the hillside. The giant’s footsteps and angry roars not far behind and have the very ground below them shaking. Honestly, the thing was more likely to squish her home, and the two of them in it, than come inside! Sleep draught isn’t a bad idea of course, only issue was going to be getting it inside the thing. When they couldn’t hurt it or let it get too close to the city! Oh he really had done it now. This is why he’s always getting in trouble with Yixing! Always got to be sticking his nose in places and investigating things - firing off spells and messing around!

“This way-” he gasps, seeing a small line of trees to their side that they can hide behind, for a little while anyway, until he gets closer. Reaching out he takes the goddess’ hand and pulls her towards him as he makes a dive behind a rather large tree trunk, and presses them both close together against it as he catches his breath. 

Cursing under his breath in Chinese, the Monkey King leans his head back against the bark for a moment as he pants to catch his breath, before turning it a little to listen out for their gigantic friend, who by now was probably scouring the horizon for them. 

[mpchange]

for @mpwukong at the summer gala

even if the moon goddess told herself that everything was just fine, going to the summer gala without a partner along and all, she still felt a little alone and awkward, standing in the middle of the ball, dressed in a white gown and jewelry from tsukiyomi, teeth lightly pressed nervously against her bottom lip, a dance partner nowhere to be seen.

should she ask someone?

she thought to herself, fingers nervously rubbing against the soft material of her dress as she sighed. 

or maybe she should just slide back to freya’s side and spend the rest of her days toting a binoculars and recording on who exactly seemed the hottest in the ball. one of them would be her son, of course. and the other would be..wukong. the monkey king looked surprisingly great with a loose tie and the suit he wore as he walked in with airmid, causing the chinese goddess to turn and take a second glance, mildly, out of surprise. perhaps it was due to the fact that she didn’t really make the effort of sharpening her eyesight in her everyday life that wukong seemed prettier than what she perceived and thought of him with her magically enhanced and sharpened eyesight. 

she jumps slightly, feeling someone brush past her shoulders slightly, startling her out of her reverie as she raised a hand to her head for a moment and sighed, a laugh huffing from her lips as she finally decided to make her way towards the monkey king to congratulate and perhaps tease him a little about dressing up so well. a fond smile flickered over her lips. 

“wukong!” she called, cheeks flushed lightly, beaming in the monkey king’s direction. “ i almost didn’t recognise you–” she reached for him, tangling her fingers lightly in his sleeve as she smiled up at the much taller male. “ you look great!” 

[mpwukong]

Walking along beside his beautiful date, Wukong fells a little out of place. He would happily be anyone’s accessory, but he doesn’t think he’s necessarily good at it. He’s trying to be on his best behaviour. Be a good role model and Councilman for the younger ones and a handsome, mostly quiet, date for his friend - but even that he’s not very good at. He’d taken a sip from his champagne glass and nearly spilt most of it down his shirt (that Camazotz had especially ironed for him) and he was dangerously close to stepping on someone’s foot.. or gown. He’s so worried about doing something embarrassing he had barely looked around, that is until he feels the gentle tug on his shoulder and hears the excited call of his name. 

“Chang’e-” he breaths softly in surprise, looking back at the goddess as she beams with all the glow of a shimmering full moon. He’s quite taken aback for a moment, to see her eyes so crystal clear, her hair so beautifully pinned and in such a stunning dress. He’s struck dumb for a moment, before a small smile pulls at his lips and he lets out a shaky breath. “Thank you!” Lowering his eyes to himself he chuckles at her insistence he looked so different, and her compliment, as pink flushes to his cheeks. “I suppose I do scrub up okay” he chuckles before returning his gaze to her. 

“You look..” he begins but doesn’t really know how to finish that sentence as instead he just looks down at all of her. “You look... you look... wow-” he gives in and breaths out with an astounded shake of his head. She looked... like a goddess.