#fatedefyd

[dxwnxdusk]

"Not my fault it takes a real man to impress me."

[azurelicn]

@fatedefyd sent: "not that i'm complaining about the company, but.. how did you find this mountain?" slings corrupt!chang'e at u

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"Ah...that is indeed a great question, is it not? I-...I've heard stories from mortals and immortals about you and your palace, your mountain. I've heard how...you were wrongfully imprisoned and I figure that I might come and check to see if the stories were true. Turns out the stories are indeed true." Leo explained with genuine kindness and politeness, tilting their head a bit off to the side. "I don't mind giving you company, er...I don't think we've ever settled on what to call each other, haven't we?"

[newdleboy]

@fatedefyd picked:

Xing: [ unconsciously holds his hand ] 🤝

▬▬▬ ☁      He has no choice but to just hold her hand && feel super duper giddy the whole time. But he's playing it cool.

[livesforgttnaa]

"you know you could've just... asked if i could watch over your ring, right?" throws chang'e at nez bc i refuse to not think about that scenario / @fatedefyd

▬▬▬☆ If there was a conversation that Ne Zha never expected to be having, it was this one. It didn't feel like it mattered anymore, now that the Samadhi Fire had been reforged && somehow all of them had survived the ordeal. Even so, he stood before Chang'e now, a semi confused look on his face. Perhaps the thought never occurred to him to ask for help.

                              ❝ That particular ring of Samadhi was my solemn duty. I take that seriously. The less who knew about these rings, the better off it was going to be. Of course, Wukong should have been accounted for. Irresponsible, as always. Not that it really matters anymore. It's nice to see that I did in fact make the correct choice in my placement && for that, I thank you. ❞

[siixkiing]

@fatedefyd​​ con’t { ☯ }

“Thought we’d try a different brand this time, see how this one fares.”

Wanting to get the best brand that would work for the young girl’s hair — after all, than they wouldn’t have to worry about touching it up so often. The last brand’s color had been strong in both hue and saturation, but it had faded quicker than both could have anticipated. It was no real shock that the color wasn’t permanent. Still, he knew Feifei would want something that lasted and he made it his goal to find one that would work best for her.

“Figured we can test it and see if it’ll last longer than the other — “

“ — got a shade lighter so it’s not as intense as last time.”

Taking great care that the protective measure were in place for his fur. He didn’t need to be walking around with bright pink splotches staining his fur again — that had been embarrassing. Letting her inspect the box as he began to work on mixing it and preparing for the coloring session. It shouldn’t take too long now either given he had not only done this once before now but also had the foresight to look up various guides to further help.

Should be easy now for him. Both could just sit back and relax for a while as ebony simian worked on coloring in the granny streaks for her. 

[shadowyspectre]

It was too loud, with people running around and large metal beasts racing past him. He had tried to move across the busy expanse and got a rude awakening. One of the metal beasts screamed at him, sending the sopping-wet simian scrambling back to safety. It was a valuable lesson, remain on the path. Do not leave until others do. Keep an eye out for those strange beasts. This strange place was a lot and made him flinch every time someone looked at him. He felt frenzied, and all he knew was that he had to move. It wasn't safe here. There was one problem.

He had no fucking idea where he was going. Or where he was supposed to go.

How long had it been since he'd woken up? Heck if he knew, he couldn't even remember his own name. What kind of sucky situation was that? He had no idea where he was, or what he was looking for.

At least he had the foresight to cover himself with a hooded cloak he had managed to snatch from a stall. How far back was that? He didn't know. He rubbed at his head, frowning at the small ache that came to his skull. He really should stop trying to think back, it only hurt his head and made him wobbly. Wobbly meant the risk of getting attention, and attention was bad. He knew this deep in his gut. He pulled the dark grey fabric tighter around himself, silently cursing the rain. Surely the weather the gods were laughing at his misery. Though now that he thought about it, him stumbling around like an idiot might be funny. Eventually, they'd be bored, right?

Oh please, just give him somewhere he can retreat into.

It was almost as if fate smiled upon him, giving him a small blessing. Something he could cling to before being pummeled into the dirt again by his depressing situation. Or maybe by some really determined demons. Or maybe by whoever was chasing him. He was sure he lost them a while back, but he was still worried. But anyway, his blessing came to him in scent first. It was almost familiar, and that was what drove him forward. Well, that and he was hungry.

Right, don't think about how long it's been. His headache was bad enough.

Slowly, he crept in, hand loosely grabbing onto the doorframe. The simian glanced back, face hidden by the hood...before he stepped inside. One hand was pressed firmly against his chest as he carefully walked forward. He could feel the front of the cloak wet for another reason than the rain. Droplets of red fell to the floorboards, and he winced.

Ah, right, that was bad. At least he was safe from the rain.

@fatedefyd

[lunarlxdy]

@fatedefyd

"So I'm thinking one bird two stars each hmm??"

[stxnekxng]

"I'M FINALLY FUCKING TALLER THAN SOMEONE MY AGE!!!"