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Can I get some work-stressy, depressy Commander Foxxy having a crush on somebody please? ♥

A/N: Hey!! Sorry it took me so long to get round to this, I've been through a bit of a rough time recently and writing has unfortunately taken a back seat for a long time. I also most definitely haven't read though it as much as I should've. Most definitely not up to my usual standard so I do apologise. I hope it's still decent tho!! <3

'My Pleasure, Senator'

Commander Fox x reader Summary: Fox is always know for being efficient, for having a reliable and firm work ethic. A certain Senator manages to bring out a gentler softer side to him though... Word count: 2,1k C/W: fluff and slight awkwardness my masterlist

#ezzie writes #commander fox #commander fox fluff #commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #tcw fanfic #tcw #clone wars fic #star wars fic #clone fanfic

i read to many wukong somehow ends up human/mostly human the same way mk does, deaged/amnesia and sick wukong fics and now i want to make one thats a mix of all three, i dont have much but i do have a little.

basically wukong caught the nine headed demon trying to wake and take mk, he tried to stop him but the resulting fight ended in wukongs powers and memories being sealed and regressed in age, the nine headed demon leaves them both in the city, where the eventually are found by pigsy and tang(who are married), wukongs is the same age as mk so its assumed they are half demon twins, since mk looks pretty much fully human, while wukong still has his tail and his peach shaped face mark.

as for the sick wukong part of this, i was thinking since his powers are sealed, i think his immortality is also sealed(i dont know how just pretend it makes sense), a lot of his past injuries have reared up and cause a lot of health problems, the furnace resulting in eye problems making him need glasses, along with lung problems, immune system problems caused buy 500 years under a mountain and being fed molten copper, plus the malnutrition, and highly intense migraines caused by of the circlet

they find out about these medical issues shortly after pigsy and tang takes them both in, it caused a bit of trauma for everyone, and a long string of doctor and hospital visits, never really getting a clear diagnosis, but always being told not to expect a long life for him. wukong grows up with a lot of love and support, but he does have a lot of guilt and self conscience issues about being a burden medically and financially. they also found out early on that his body cant handle hot foods or meats. pigsy and sandy make up for their fight a lot sooner then in canon due to sandy training service cats, and they have get one for wukong.

what no one realizes is that wukong is on a time limit, if they dont unlock his powers at least then he will eventually die because of his health problems

wukong is still his hyperactive and impulsive self(he is definitely audhd) but he does have a lot of limitations due to his health and hes weak because of it(and the fact his powers are sealed), he is howeververy agile and loves to do parkour when hes actually feeling well enough. hes obviously a lot kinder due to being raised by tang and pigsy and growing up with mk, he is still a little shit and a bit of a prankster, never cruel ones though. a little socially awkward since his constant health problems and resulting doctors and hospital visits caused him to miss out on school a lot growing up, mei and mk being his only friends. they met mei around the time they started school, mei being the only one willing to interact with the sick kid and his overprotective brother. pigsy and tang tend to hover a lot, even tho they do try to give wukong independence and encourage mk to have his own outside of wukong. the twins did grow up loving the stories of journey to the west, mks favorite character the story being wukong obviously, but wukongs favorite ends up being both tripitaka and the six eared macaque, i subscribe to the headcanon the wukong views tripitaka as a parental figure and obviously im a shadowpeach shipper.

at the time of canons start wukong is in the hospital due to a scare from a serious case of pneumonia, hes not released until around the time macaque shows up, and yeah everyone from wukongs past knows who he is or has suspicions on who he is, there are a lot of assumptions ranging from hes pretending to not know anything and "playing human" to something happened and he was reincarnated, all in all it takes a long time for all of them(mk and crew included) to realize that with all his powers and immortalies sealed that he will actually die. i really dont have a plan for how any of these confrontations and meetings would go, but i know its all gonna be angsty as hell. also lots of hurt comfort on all sides.

im not sure if i want to keep his name wukong or something with like xiaoyang or something with yang in it, either way his nickname would be sunny(i know its overdone im sorry i like it), im also throwing my headcanons in that hes trans and uses he/they pronouns. i even have a sort of idea of what he would look like by the start of canon, i love long haired haired wukong, so his hair is about shoulder length or a bit past, his outfit is a yellow hoodie with a macaque emblem on the back(boy has a crush and doesnt hide it) a pink skirt(cause i think that would be his favorite color) black leggings because he moves around a lot, and im not sure if i want to give him shoes or have him refuse to wear them. wukong, mk and mei are all about 19/20 around the start of canon.

i think thats everything, if i remember anything else ill just edit this post here

EDIT: i should probably go to bed but someone reminded me of the name shihou(thank you btw,i forget things easily) and now i have a cute/funny little scenario stuck in my head, we all know pigsy is the one that called mk monkie kid when he was found and adding wukong to that pigsy just names him sunny, tang however being the voice of reason on names gives them the legal names of qi xiaotian and qi shihou, named the baby monkey after the baby monkey cause he couldnt think of anything else and he loves jttw and hey if pigsy can name the more human looking one monkie kid and then he can get away with naming one shihou, they both still go by mk and sunny most of the time tho

#ezzie writes #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #lmk #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #shadowpeach #lmk macaque #i honestly dont know if i need to tag all of them #let me know if anything needs a trigger warning #this also ended up way longer then i thought it would #im sorry its so long #im on mobile and i dont know how to do read mores #im also sorry its a jumbled mess #i tried #also spreading the pretty wukong agenda again #stone twin au

For the Witcher!Jaskier prompt thingy: How about Jaskier giving up his Bard persona/ glamour/ what-have-you in order to save a witcher that he heard took a contract and never returned for payment, only to find out the missing witcher was Geralt ? (forgive me, i do love this trope)

YES YES YES PERFECT

Post episode 6 because yes :)

Featuring Griffin!Jaskier because I'm obsessed with Griffin!Jaskier. One day I'll write him from a different school, but that day is not today

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There was nothing inherently special about the town, of course there wasn't - one backwater village was indistinguishable from another, as a general rule. The only thing that might have been of note, insofar as the plentiful little shitholes that littered the continent went, was that Jaskier was not allowed to return to some of them.

It had been difficult enough, come to think of it, to keep track of which unwelcoming cesspit he was allowed to enter when he'd only had one list of them, and now, he had two - one for Jaskier the Bard, and one for Julian the Decidedly Not a Bard, but in Fact Most Certainly a Witcher.

This specific town, Jaskier was sure, figured on one of his lists, and he was also sure that it was the Julian one. While he'd never been as far north as Poviss as a bard, excluding that one occasion with the utter cock-up of a dragon hunt and also this current moment - mainly because he hadn't actually left afterwards - he had, in fact, frequented the area when he was younger and particularly more... stabby.

Alright, sue him, he was avoiding his problems like there was no tomorrow. Geralt, Jaskier knew, mainly frequented Kaedwen, Temeria, Aedirn, and perhaps occasionally Redania. Consequently, Jaskier had stuck mainly to Kovir and Poviss since the hunt.

As a witcher, however, it was a vastly different story. Jaskier had trained in Kovir, and, suffice to say, he hadn't been as fond of travelling in his youth as he was now. It made things infinitely easier to keep track of, anyways - if it was in Kovir or Poviss, perhaps Kaedwen or northern Redania, he was banned as a witcher. Further south, he was banned as a bard, and in one little hovel by the banks of the Gwenllech, he was banned as both.

The point was, he was fairly certain he wouldn't be thrown out on his arse if he walked into this town as he was.

And wasn't that all the incentive that he needed?

Jaskier, with his glamour firmly in place - ring jammed nigh-immovably on his finger, as always - and his lute on his back, ambled into the town with a casual air.

At first, there had been nothing of significance, nothing particularly stand-out about... Well, anything, really. He went to the tavern, played for coin, had a drink or two, and, come the afternoon - a bit earlier than he would ususually turn in, but he figured he deserved a break - he started off towards the inn to book a room for the night.

The tavern was, in a most inconvenient manner, a fair few streets from the inn, and so Jaskier found himself weaving through the town anyways - he was definitely banned here as Julian, though he had absolutely no idea why - trying to locate the desired building.

That, then, was when he heard it, a muted discussion between two passing residents that the absent-minded bard wouldn't even have been aware of, had it not been for the benefit of his excellent hearing.

The conversation, Jaskier would have liked to say, was one that piqued his interest, but it was a little known fact that Jaskier was an avid eavesdropper who never tuned anything out - his interest was very easily piqued. As such, the decleration remained rather ineffectual, but that didn't really change anything, here.

"...never returned from that contract, did he? Thank the gods we never paid him upfront, eh?"

"Shove it, mate. Maybe you get to keep your coin, yeah, but that fucking creature's still out there, innit? They're gonna be asking for triple when they hear there's already been a witcher who ain't managed to kill it, mark my words."

At this, Jaskier would admit that a chill ran down his spine. This was Poviss, and so the nearest school was - or rather, had been, Jaskier mentally correcting himself with a note of bitterness welling in his heart - the School of the Griffin. Jaskier's school.

It stood to reason that the missing witcher was one of Jaskier's brothers, and gods damn it, even if he hadn't been around for the attack on Kaer Seren, traipsing around after Geralt as he was, he would be damned if he turned a blind eye to this witcher's suffering, especially given that Griffins - which this witcher quite possibly was - had become quite the rare breed, recently.

So, he did the only logical, rational thing he could think of.

Unarmed save for the dagger he kept in his boot, lute strapped to his back, and acutely aware that if anyone were to recognise him as Julian of Kerack...as himself, really he would immediately be shooed from the village and quite possibly also chased by a mob for his troubles - all of these unfavourable circumstances forgotten, he chased after the two men, still discussing the witcher.

"Excuse me," Jaskier called pleasantly, jogging up to the men, projecting his very best I'm a very non-threatening but curious bard, hello air. "I couldn't help but notice that you were talking about a witcher, a contract?"

One of the men, a balding, middle-aged individual, spat on the ground. "What's it to you, bard?"

"Just.. idle curiosity, I suppose," Jaskier shrugged. "I was wondering if you could point me in the direction he went?"

The balding man scowled, but his companion - a man who had the most magnificent bear that Jaskier had ever seen, was forthcoming with an answer. "He went into the woods down that very road. Been gone almost a day now, I think."

"Many thanks, gentlemen."

With an exaggerated bow, Jaskier immediately turned tail and left.

He fell easily into a run, not breaking into a sweat even as he left the town and started speeding through the undergrowth of a forest.

Evidently, his refusal to waste coin on a horse had in fact saved his stamina.

He picked up on a familiar scent soon enough, though he couldn't place it - he'd never been good with smells, it was something of a major failing of his, really - but it definitely smelled like witcher.

So he followed it.

He dodged stray branches and tangled shrubs with an almost unconcious ease, speed only increasing when the coppery tang of blood on his nose, and fuck, that was strong, that was a lot of blood - the fight had either gone overwhelmingly well or unthinkably terribly for the mystery witcher, and, judging by the constant buzzing of the medallion hidden in the sole of his boot, it wasn't looking too good - and Jaskier made it to the clearing where the smell originated from in record time.

The first thing he realised was that the reason that the scent of blood was so strong was because both the witcher and the fucking forktail he was fighting were bleeding most admirably, though neither were quite dead yet.

The second thing Jaskier realised - and it probably should have been the first, in actuality - was that the witcher was not, in fact, a Griffin.

No, it was, because of bloody course it bloody was, Geralt of fucking Rivia.

The third thing he noticed was that Geralt was losing.

Badly.

It had been a battle of endurance, it seemed, and Jaskier could see thag Geralt was on the verge of passing out.

Fuck. For all the man had hurt him, Jaskier had absolutely no wish to see him dead. Quite the opposite, actually - he would risk his own life to see him safe.

So, slamming his lute case down on the forest floor and leaping into the clearing with all the strength the posessed, that was exactly what he did.

Perhaps his method was a bit... callous, but he needed to arm himself and get Geralt out of the forktail's path, and this was the fastest way he knew how to do that.

He slipped under Geralt's guard, grabbed his arm, and twisted his silver sword neatly from his grip, delivering a ferocious kick to the man that sent him flying across the clearing, far, far away from the forktail's reach.

It was maybe not the best way to minimise injury, delivering a forceful blow to the stomach of an already wounded man, but it was efficient, and besides Geralt was a witcher. He'd be fine. Probably.

Rounding on the forktail with Geralt's unfamiliar sword, he didn't stop to deliberate. He fell back into the familiarity of the fight with an almost disturbing ease, and leapt at the forktail, already slashing.

He caught the creature across the neck, slicing a gash far too shallow for his liking, and ducked under the creature's belly, tearing another wound in its flesh, before slipping behind it and striking at its tail with all his strength, aiming to sever it.

Geralt's blade cut deep into the forktail's muscle, not quite a clean amputation, but Jaskier struck a second blow that rent it from the creature's body with clean efficiency.

The creature gave a roar of agony, and Jaskier took the opportunity to leap on its back and drive the sword straight through the forktail's throat.

It thrashed a few times before falling, and Jaskier pulled the blade neatly from the forktail's throat, rolling out of harms way as they both dropped to the ground.

"Well," Jaskier said, surprisingly not breathless. "That went well."

Geralt. He still had to tend to Geralt's wounds from the forktail, given that he'd spent the gods only knew how long wearing it down for him, which Jaskier was thankful for. He probably would have lost rather terribly, come to think of it, had the forktail not already been in such poor shape, wings torn, bleeding from multiple wounds.

He turned to focus on where Geralt lay - where Jaskier had kicked him to - and found yellow eyes surveying him intently.

Well, shit.

"I can explain," he grinned, trying not to seem too visibly nervous as he spied Roach, at the edge of the clearing, and made his way over to her to nab some of Geralt's supplies.

"Since when?"

The growling voice was tinged with an undertone of pain. Jaskier winced.

"Since when, what? You'll have to be a tad bit more specific, I'm afraid," Jaskier said, instead, making his way over to the White Wolf. "Here, where are you hurt?"

"Everywhere," Geralt grunted. "Since when can you-" a pause, a pained pause- "can you take on a forktail?"

Jaskier shrugged, focusing on removing Geralt's armour to tend to his wounds. "Since some point between when I was born and now, I suppose."

"That's not an answer."

"Oh, so now you're entitled to know all of my personal information? After how we parted?"

Geralt gave a grunt that might have been a whine, if Jaskier felt like reading a bit too much into it.

The bard scoffed, old hurt welling up in his chest. A crawling discomfort made its way across his skin, and he shivered. "And there it is, your famous monosyllabism. If you want anything from me, you're going to have to use your big boy words. Can you do that Geralt, or is it beyond you?"

"You... kicked me. Across a clearing. Stole my sword. Beat a forktail."

"Yes, well." Jaskier's deft hands had removed Geralt's armour by that point, and he could see the many, slowly-healing gashes that littered the man's torso. Death by a thousand cuts, indeed. "You softened it up a lot, first. I'm not exactly in the whole... Well. The whole monster-fighting business."

"Jaskier."

"Don't you Jaskier me," the bard groused, uncorking a potion bottle. "You owe me an apology, you know. Several apologies. And then, I might consider telling you all of my deep dark secrets. I'm not in the business of baring my soul to people who I... Oh, how did you so eloquently put it? Whenever you find yourself in a pile of shit, it's always me, shovelling it."

If Geralt winced, it was definitely because of Jaskier's treating of his cuts. It wouldn't do for him to go and fool himseld into believing that the man had finally grown a heart, after all. Nothing good ever came from that kind of assumption.

The crawling feeling intensified.

"I... I was wrong," Geralt ground out. "It's not you shoveling shit. The djinn and Ciri... were my decisions. You were just there."

"And do you mean that, or are you just trying to butter me up so that I'll satisfy your curiosity?"

"Jaskier. I'm sorry. You saved my life."

"I did," Jaskier mused. "And now I'm going to stick my finger into your open wound, painfully, because you're a massive dick."

Geralt didn't manage to hide his flinch, but Jaskier could see that he was steeling himself for Jaskier to actually go through with it.

"I'm kidding, Geralt. I don't take pleasure in hurting you. Much."

"Hmm."

"I'm going to give you stitches now."

"Jaskier. I really am sorry."

Raising an eyebrow, the bard decided to put the man out of his misery. "I know. You don't say things lightly, I'm just fucking with you. Fuck."

The needle pierced through Geralt's skin swiftly, in a practiced movement - they type of movement that came from years and years of repetition.

"Ciri."

"Ciri?" Jaskier queried, not looking up. "Your child surprise? What about her?"

"She's. In the inn."

"Ah. Well, you should let me stitch you up, then, and you can get back to her. I'll be out of your hair shortly."

"I want you to meet her."

"Really?" Jaskier rocked back on his heels as he pulled on the thread of the stitch - an unwise movement, but the bard didn't fuck anything up.

No, he was just screwing with Geralt, a little bit.

"Please."

"Ah, so you do know what manners are. Of course I'll meet with her, how could I refuse an audience with the Lion Cub of Cintra?"

Finishing the last of the stitches and moving onto the next particularly deep wound, Jaskier met Geralt's eyes and grinned.

"I'll only stitch the more life-threatening ones, now, don't worry. The rest, we can deal with back at the inn."

"We?"

Jaskier raised an eyebrow. "Yes, we. You can't just inquire after my dark and sordid past and not expect me to stary clinging to you like a barnacle again, now, Geralt. Who knows? If you're nice enough to me, I'll even tell you."

Geralt's mouth twitched - just the barest hints of a smile. "Your singing is beautiful, and your eyes are divine."

Jaskier fluttered his lashes. "Why, thank you, Geralt, but they're not exactly- oh, fuck."

The white-haired witcher tried to sit up, on hearing the note of panic in Jaskier's voice, but the bard laid a hand on his shoulder.

"What is it?"

He followed Jaskier's eyes, his gaze landing in Jaskier's ring - Jaskier's ring, which was sporting a large, gaping crack.

So that was what the crawling feeling was.

"A glamour."

"Yes," Jaskier said, flatly. "One that seemingly has given up the ghost... Or is about to, and any rate.

"You're wearing a glamour?"

"Yes, Geralt, keep up," Jaskier said, tone light. "Completely unrelated, I am unfortunately unable to return to town with you, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to close your eyes while I finish your stitches, and-"

"What are you?"

Jaskier exhaled. "I'm sure you'll find out in a minute or so. I don't exactly carry a spare."

"Jaskier-"

Geralt's tone was soft, but Jaskier waved his concerns away. "Oh, don't worry, it's nothing you'd have to kill me over."

The bard focused on stitching Geralt's wounds as the glamour began to flinch, and, as the ring finally dulled, dissipated completely.

The change wasn't significant, by any stretch of the word - Jaskier was still Jaskier, the same face, the same body - but old scars began to resurface, patterned across the bard's skin, and the eyes that met Geralt's when he looked up were no longer blue, but slit-pupilled and yellow.

"Witcher," Geralt breathed. "You're a witcher. And... You have been. All this time."

Jaskier huffed. "I'm honestly surprised that wasn't your first guess."

"What school?"

"Oh, come now, I have to keep some secrets fpr myself," Jaskier grinned, flashing fangs he'd honestly forgotten he had.

"Griffin."

"Oh, for the love of- how? How did you guess that?"

Geralt shrugged. "You act like a Griffin."

"I act like a-" Jaskier mouthed. "You brute! Take that back!"

The White Wolf smiled at him - actually smiled at him, after twenty damn years, and it was all to be a little shit - and patted his arm awkwardly. "Don't fret, Jaskier. I understand why you'd want to keep it a secret. It would be embarrassing for the Griffin School to admit that they produced someone as incompetent as you."

Outraged, Jaskier gasped in betrayal. "Well, I'm sure I won't be helping you next time you're in mortal danger, Geralt! I broke my glamour for your sake! Quite by accident, I'll admit, but still!"

Geralt - gods damn him - smirked.

"In all seriousness, Geralt," Jaskier groaned. "Do you know how many towns in Poviss have banned Julian of Metinna from entering?"

"Is it most of them?"

"It's most of them. I was - ah, I was rather stabby in my youth."

Geralt shrugged. "The people who could recognise you are all dead by now."

"Hah! You'd think," Jaskier grinned. "Our schoop was in operation for far longer than yours, you know. I'm not actually that much older than I claimed. I just took off the six years I spent actually working as a witcher."

"You gave up after six years?"

"I had other callings!"

"No, I'm just surprised you lasted that long in the first place."

"Oh, fuck off- Next time, I am leaving you to die, Geralt of Rivia!"

"You wouldn't. Julian."

"Shut up. Just- get your Child Surprise and let's go to a country I'm actually welcome in. I don't need to stay in Poviss now that I'm not avoiding you any- fuck."

"Is that why you're here, Jaskier?"

Geralt of Rivia's grin was shit-eating as he no doubt resolved to tease Jaskier about that for the next decade or so, and Jaskier couldn't help but think, as he finished Geralt's last stitch with hands that had become so unfamiliar to him over the last two decades, that being able to stay by the man's side again was absolutely worth it.

#do forktails live in poviss? they do now bc i said so #will i ever stop referencing all the world i've seen before me passing by? that's also a no #ezzie writes #witcher!jaskier #witcher jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #also kind of an apology fic #this is. Kind of bad. Sorry

Oooooh. I've got an idea. Heheheh.

Fem!reader x Echo? or Tech?

OC/reader has prosthetics and they malfunction! So OC/reader is disabled in some fashion until their prosthetics are fixed.

If you do wanna have a go at it, please have fun! No pressure!! Lots of love - Hales

A/N: first of all, can I just say you are the sweetest human for this idea and I love your mind. Secondly, words cannot express how sorry and embarrassed I am that it took this long to post. I have no excuse, I just hope you at least enjoy. 💙

Stick Together

Echo x reader

Summary: Your prosthetics malfuction during a mission. Echo helps you even through your stubborness.

Word count: 1,4k

C/W: slight description of wounds. Fluff and comfort.

my masterlist

#ezzie writes #echo x reader #clone wars fic #clone trooper echo #tcw #echo x you #echo fluff

for both the mama sunnys and mama wukong aus, i was thinking that the reason they made the assumption in both that mk was sunny/wukongs bio kid is because when they were first taken to the hospital there was confirmation that they had been pregnant before(i know they have test for this i just cant remember the name), this test was done because an abused assumed teenager(he looks about 17 when found) with a toddler(3) is cause for concern in that case. that mixed with the unclear dna test(being from the same stone the test cant decide if their siblings or parent/child) for them and mk led them to thinking that past pregnancy was his.

when in actuality wukong had been pregnant during the war with heaven and he unfortunately lost it somewhere between all the attempted killings and being sealed under a mountain. double unfortunate wukong never actually new he was pregnant or that he lost it. not being able to really tell between all the assassination attempts, the furnace and the sealing.

in the mama sunny au he finds this information out and assumes with everyone else that it was being pregnant with mk, and not really having time later to think about it due to having to deal with his and mks identity issues

the mama wukong au obviously has all his memories so finding out hes actually been pregnant before does cause him to spiral a bit and realize the only time it could have happened was the war with heaven and that his actions and the consequences of those cost his childs life

#ezzie writes #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #mama sunny au #the hidden au #tw: miscarriage

au were mk is wukongs bio kid but its still similar to canon in that he wasnt supposed to be born for many many years. okay this is gonna be a shit explanation but ill do my best to make it make sense.

mk is supposed to be born with both wukong and macaque as his parents(macaque was always fated to come back) in the more traditional way. but nine headed demon who we'll say became "friends" with wukong during that five hundred years after sealing demon bull king, used some sort of spell/magic to basically have wukongs magic/life force/essence(whatever you want to call it) create a child on its own without another parent without wukong getting suspicious about it, since there are occasions a celestial pregnancy can occur like this.

however this is still not a good thing for wukong because even with all his strength and power a child(at least a celestial one) still needs two parents or at least another trusted person to help provide it energy/life force during pregnancy and for about 3 years after so the baby(mk) is only feeding from wukong, so much so that he's extremely weak by the time he gives birth and isnt even back to full power/health until mk would be unlocking his own powers. theres also the fact mk is still the harbinger of chaos and not just a normal celestial child so he would end taking more from wukong.

also playing with the idea that giving birth burned through the pills and wine of immortalities maybe even a third one or at least half of another one, thats how difficult/dangerous this pregnancy and birth was for him without a partner to help. i do think he would call a temporary truce with PIF at least towards the end of his pregnancy because he knows he wont be able to actually give birth alone, and shes been through this before and she'd be the only one he trust to help him even with all thats happened between them.

now this opens the opportunity for nine headed demon to steal mk, however im unsure if i want him take him when hes a newborn and have wukong think that his child is dead due to not being able to give him the power/energy he needed during pregnancy, or if he waits until mk is about 2 like in canon before he takes him, turns him human and erases wukongs memories of himself and mk. either way he does erase himself from wukongs memories.

i dont have a lot for this au but i do know season 4 and 5 would be one hell of an emotional roller coaster for everyone, the scroll giving hints that mk isnt human and somehow related to wukong but not clear on the how. im honestly leaning towards mk being taken as a baby and wukong believing he didnt survive childbirth and the scroll itself showing mk the wukong has a baby that "died", instead of being shown the rock. technically he could be shown that in either version i choose to use. but if i choose this option i feel like wukong would start piecing things together a lot quicker then in canon, cause an 18-20 year old kid shows up being able to use the staff and with all his powers 18-20 years after the baby he had "dies", i think that would raise a lot of flags for him and would have him talking to PIF(whos memories of the birth would have also been tampered with) to figure if they have any actaul inconsistencies in the memories of that day.

then theres the option of mk being taken when hes 2 and wukong having all memories of anything to do with him taken, and never questioning why this random kid has his powers, and then mk is shown the scene with wukong and a baby, a baby thats very clearly not a normal monkey(something the scroll doesnt show wukong himself) and when he brings it up wukong is confused because hes never interacted with babies that werent part of the troop. this one also has PIF helping wukong through the birth of his child. but since mk wasnt taken until he was 2, her memories wouldnt be tampered with so she would remember where wukong doesnt, and wukong knows himself well enough that if he ever had a child theres only one person that he would trust to help him, so he would go to her and explain what was seen and what he doesnt remember.

#ezzie writes #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #also i am standing by my mom wukong agenda :)#also gave up on maing the make sense #really need to stop coming up with new ideas and actually focus on what i have #bio mom wukong au

okay im going to try and do as many headcanons/ideas i have for this au(now named stone twin au because i cant think of anything else and im bad with being original obviously) most of these are about wukong since hes the one i think about constantly but i guess i have to start somewhere(also i have a few of my headcanons in here that dont just pertain to this au plus a few things from jttw but i didnt feel the need to have them on a separate post), this is mostly just about sunny's(wukong) relationships with others, not everyone but the ones i can think of for now. i also finally figured out how to do read more.

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had some thought about where the demon monkeys of FFM are, i was gonna edit my last post and add this there but the more i thought about the more i realized it should be its own post because things are slightly different between the challenge aus and all the other aus

in general a lot of them are wanderers, traveling all over, some have settled down in various places. there is also a small village on the other side of the mountain(out of the way of any blast zones) ready for when any of the monkeys return, there are a small amount that permanently live there. its tradition for any FFM monkeys to travel to the mountain at least a few times in their life even if they were born away from the mountain. i see this as the FFM monkey demons have a connection to the mountian that kind of calls to them and its always a feeling of comfort to be there. wukong does check in on them from time to time and they with him, its not always consistent and can have years between check ins. side note i really like the headcanon that marshal ma is the one that basically adopted wukong when he was born, i havent really decided if i want him born as a grown adult or a toddler or maybe somewhere in the middle, either way ma is his mom now.

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