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All my Lego Monkey Kid Au’s in one big post. ( i don't wanna talk about how long this took me. don't ask me. I'll cry...)

Warning: this thing is huge

This consists of current Au’s, future Au’s, Au’s of Au’s, and anything in between!

Current Au’s;

Taken

Summary: Wukong and Macaque unknowingly have twins. Before they can realize this miracle, one (MK) is Taken away to the human realm by Nezha. All to prevent the Jade Emperor from killing this child and starting another war.

This story focuses on Qi Xiaotian, the Monkey Prince, and young “human” orphan MK as the two try to reunite while also avoiding every third party force trying to use the two for their own personal gain.

Fanfic: Yes here is the link

Ships:

Red x Xiaoxiao (Xiaotian the twin, not MK) but… you know, there might be some MKxRedSon. (It’ll be dramatic, trust me)

Shadowpeach

FreeNoodles (Tang X Pigsy)

AzureLion x Ao Lie

My art:

First (From old account. It's crazy how much of a change my art and character design has come from this first post)

Older designs I really did love Xiaoxiao's outfit here though. I should bring it back. Maybe as his "he's discovered himself" outfit XD

This should lead to all art

Fanart:

forever-in-dreamland

shiomik

pumpk1nappl3p1

litt1e-prince

litt1e-prince (Xiaoxiao's room!)

sketchskelonkey

cinnamelrollin

jeez-a

clementine-shine

Status: Incomplete

Angst Rating: (1 being not that bad and 10 being it intending to stab you in the heart and twist)

Angst Rating: 6 or 7 /10

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The Day the World Eclipsed

Summary: After losing his Mate and child 500 years ago, a miracle occurs when Sun Wukong is gifted with the return of his child, Qi Xiaotian. His little Star, his everything, Wukong dedicates himself to being a better Father and man. This is all tested when he is reunited with the reincarnations of his companions to the West and his long-lost Mate returned from the grave. Custody battles and shared parenting can be such a messy thing~

Fanfic: Yes, here is the Link

Ships:

-Shadow Peach (past mention, and then very slow burn forgiveness)

Spicy Noodles (possibly future, still under debate)

My Art:

First Piece (Still on my old account)

If I had to pick a cover for this au, it would be this (also on old account)

Older MK sneak peak

This will lead to all other art

Fan Art

lagt-duck

dumbbitch2-0

a-small-tired-lonely-potato 

crypticpaw

litt1e-prince

moss_cat13 on Insta

Status: Incomplete

Angst Rating: (1 being not that bad and 10 being it intending to stab you in the heart and twist)

Angst Rating: 4 or 5 /10

D… don’t touch him. You survived five hundred years with little more than memories. You can survive one bath.

Don’t. Touch.Him.

Not unless he reaches for you first.

…

Five hundred years… Has it really been that long?

Yellow Tusk always said memory was a liar. That enough time would polish someone’s image until they became more beautiful than they had ever truly been. Nostalgia makes things shine… but often disappoint when you reunit with that pretty memory.

I thought maybe he was right but looking at Mihou now…

No. If anything, memory failed him. He’s just as beautiful as I remember. Just as warm. The same eyes that always looked sharper than his words.

More beautiful. Age suits him. Life suits him. Even after everything I’ve done… he still somehow looks at me like home.

Wait…What is that?

That mark.

I noticed it long ago, when Mihou saved me, but… I was hardly in a state to think about anything except surviving and of my own vengeance.

Now that I see it again, it doesn’t look like ink or some tattoo.

It’s more like a seal or a contract.

A contract… Why would Mihou bind himself to one? What kind? Who with? If I could just touch it for a second I could probably tell.

Stone, seals, enchantments—they all leave traces. My fingers would know.

…

No.

Don’t. Touch. Him.

He’s been careful ever since I came back. Always keeping just enough distance. Sidestepping every excuse for intimacy. Avoiding accidental brushes. He’s cautious… I can’t blame him for that.

If he wants me close he’ll tell me.

…

…

!!!!!

Touched me.…!

His hands. They’re so soft.

All these years of war and I still find weakness within myself. It is frustrating. I don’t need to be coddled, and certainly don’t need to be protected from some foolish aversion to hot-

Uh-

Hot… hot things.

It feels hot in here, actually. Very much so.

Mihou certainly hasn’t changed in the- uh… appeal of- the body…. That sounded dumb. Why did I think of it like that?

Focus. Just focus!!!

……

……

He is calling for you, answer you fool!!

Previous Link //// Next Coming soon

Did I spend this entire part working on anatomy? Yes I did. Was nothing of value learned? No, it was not.

(some of the outfits Wukong sent Macaque)

You asked, and you shall receive!

We have two options submitted by @zozoregrets @sapphirewitch274

I feel the pink is more a cutesy beach day attire that macaque is convinced would look better on Wukong, and the other is Macaque strolling into some important meeting that Wukong has been attending WAY too long to pick up his mate~

Perhaps our time now won’t be exactly as it was. I don’t expect it to be, but I think I still cling to it, just a little.

Maybe in some way you do too.

We both have a past we both dread to think about. Scars that show so clearly on our bodies. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. So please, let me see. Let me be the one to soothe them.

Let’s carve our future to be something better.

….you are also just so cute. I can’t help but want to see more.

(A request for something Wukong sent to Macaque turned into the two matching at a beach day 😆)

Macaque’s outfit from @ogvioletjedisylveon

Wukong’s outfit from @kodee-22-blog

I wrote a beach day short too~

Intended to be short… but you know me. It never turns out short xD

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Wukong shifted uncomfortably, his toes curling into the warm sand beneath him. A deep scowl tugged at his face as he yanked at the straps digging into his shoulders, clearly offended by every second he spent wearing the thing. His hands swept down his sides in a futile attempt to smooth the swimsuit flat, only for his fingers to brush against layers of frills and obnoxiously bright pink fabric.

Completely humiliating.

There was nothing remotely intimidating about this look. No fearsome Great Sage, no legendary warrior—just ruffles, pastel colors, and enough exposed skin to make him want to crawl into the ocean and stay there. If anyone saw him like this, his reputation would never recover.

It clung shamelessly to his hips, the fabric hugging every curve while spirals of frills and strings of pearls curled around his thighs and waist. The whole thing gave him the appearance of some enchanting sea maiden dragged straight from an old legend; soft, alluring, and entirely too pretty for his own comfort. The sort of thing meant to lure demons into the ocean depths rather than fight them. Absolutely mortifying.

Why had he agreed to this again? Right. Mihou.

It had been that stupid, devastating puppy-eyed look paired with easy promises murmured against his ear. He shuddered; a date, kisses, time together, all if Wukong just wore the outfit for a little while. And like an idiot, he’d folded instantly beneath the affection.

It had sounded far easier before he was actually wearing the thing.

Now, standing there with pearls brushing his skin and pink ruffles swaying around his legs every time he moved, Wukong was beginning to realize this might have been one of the greatest mistakes of his immortal life.

Ready to turn around and storm straight back home, as he could apologize to Mihou later, Wukong had barely shifted his footing before he heard it.

A sharp inhale, then a gasp so openly delighted it sent heat rushing violently into his face; Mihou had spotted him. And judging by the stunned silence that followed, he liked what he saw far more than Wukong was prepared to handle. Wukong could practically feel the attention sliding over him, heavy and intent, like warm hands tracing every exposed inch of skin. It hit him in waves, Mihou’s attraction so immediate and overwhelming it made Wukong’s stomach twist.

Oh, this had been a horrible idea.

Wukong couldn’t even bring himself to turn around. His arm lifted instinctively across his chest in a weak attempt to shield himself, shoulders curling inward despite the way the swimsuit left very little to hide. The pearls at his hips clinked with the movement, and he heard Mihou suck in another breath at the sight.

That somehow made it worse.

“I swear if anyone catches me looking like this, Mihou—” Wukong snapped, the threat losing all its bite the moment it reached him.

He heard Mihou step closer behind him, slow and unhurried. The sound alone made Wukong tense. Hands hovered near his hips, just shy of touching, like Mihou was restraining himself from grabbing hold completely. The pause somehow felt worse than if he had simply done it.

Mihou murmured, voice low with poorly concealed delight, “It’s cute that you think I’d let anyone but me see you like this.” His breath ghosted against Wukong’s ear, warm enough to send a sharp shiver down his spine.

Wukong’s cheeks burned hot. He hated how easily Mihou could do this to him. How a single sentence, spoken in that tone, could make his pulse stumble and his thoughts melt into static. His fingers curled uselessly against his chest as he struggled to hold onto even a shred of dignity beneath the weight of Mihou’s attention.

“Well… I wore it. Deal’s done, so I’m going to go change now,” Wukong muttered quickly, already trying to step away before his courage failed completely. The attempt lasted all of two seconds. He jolted when Mihou’s hands finally settled against his bare skin. Warm fingers slipped beneath the strings tied at his hips, hooking there lazily against the swimsuit as though testing how easily they could pull him back. The grip tightened just enough to stop the Sun Monkey from escaping, palms squeezing against his waist possessively while keeping him exactly where he was.

Since coming home, physical affection between them had been rare, careful, hesitant things that never lingered long enough to settle beneath his skin. A brush of hands. Fingers briefly bumping together. Little scraps of contact that could still be dismissed if either of them lost their nerve.

Nothing like this.

Mihou’s hands rested firmly at his hips, warm against bare skin, fingertips occasionally grazing the edge of his stomach whenever he shifted. The touch wasn’t rough or demanding. If anything, that made it worse, as it was gentle.

Tenderness had always been harder for him to endure than violence ever was. He knew how to fight, how to bite back, how to withstand pain until it became meaningless. But soft touches? The kind that said I want to hold you rather than I want something from you? How could he survive that?

“So soon?” Mihou asked, his voice threaded with amused insistence. Wukong could hear the smile in it. “And here I went through all the trouble of matching.”

That made Wukong freeze. His ears twitched as he turned his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, only to immediately regret it. Mihou looked entirely too pleased with himself, dark eyes heavy with open admiration as they dragged slowly over Wukong again.

The realization that Mihou had actually coordinated an outfit with him sent another wave of heat crashing into his face.

Mihou had, in fact, matched him.

A wide black sunhat rested atop his head, shadowing the pleased curve of his smile while his hair spilled freely down his back in dark waves that brushed against his hips. The swimsuit itself was deep black threaded with rich purple accents and frilled fabric curling around his waist and thighs in a way that somehow looked both elegant and dangerous on him.

Wukong stared openly. Then his gaze caught on the star-shaped opening over Mihou’s chest and his breath faltered entirely. He recognized that design immediately.

He had bought that outfit for him years ago.

Back during the worst of his crusade, where Mihou was ever on his mind, but blood forever stained his hands. He remembered seeing it and thinking of Mihou instantly. Remembered pretending he hadn’t spent far too long deciding between colors before finally choosing the black and purple because it would look beautiful against dark fur and moonlit skin.

And Mihou had kept it. More than that, he wore it now, for him.

Wukong suddenly couldn’t seem to remember how words worked. His throat felt tight, tongue useless as his eyes remained fixed helplessly on him. All coherent thought dissolved beneath the realization and the devastating sight of Mihou standing there in something Wukong had once picked out with careful hands and a quietly aching heart.

“Would be a shame not to at least take a stroll together,” Mihou murmured softly. His hands drifted upward again, as though testing how much Wukong would allow. Fingers brushed over the seashell top stretched across his chest, daring enough to briefly cup him there before gliding back down to rest at his hips once more.

Wukong sucked in a sharp breath, his body arching instinctively beneath the contact before he could stop himself. The reaction betrayed him instantly.

Mihou stilled for half a second, clearly feeling it, and Wukong, mortifyingly, could feel the pleased little smile that spread across his face without even needing to look at him. “The shells really show you off,” Mihou murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

Wukong immediately reached back, fingers snagging sharply against Mihou’s ear in retaliation. “R-Release me!” he sputtered, face burning so hot he thought he might actually die from embarrassment this time. His tail lashed violently behind him while Mihou only laughed softly against his shoulder, entirely too pleased with himself, wobbling away when his ears were tugged enough.

“Alright, alright~” Mihou laughed softly, finally relenting. “Hand holding then.” He stepped around enough to offer his hand properly, grin warm and impossibly smug all at once.

Wukong immediately narrowed his eyes at it as though Mihou had personally insulted him. His face still burned bright red, ears twitching with lingering embarrassment while he stubbornly avoided looking directly at him.

Then Mihou’s smile softened. No longer teasing, just hopeful. Eager in a way that made something ache quietly in Wukong’s chest. His Moon looked genuinely happy just to be here with him, to walk beside him, to hold his hand, to have this little date at all.

And really, how was Wukong supposed to say no to a mate so utterly beautiful and happy?

Poll results link

With the poll at an end, I can finally reveal the faces of the babies.

With the winner covered up to leave that as a surprise :)

Thank you all for participating! I’m so excited going forward as we get closer to the baby being born!

Yes you definitely will learn what happened to Wukong as the story progresses.

Hah! 😆

You know what, so long as it doesn’t break any tumblr rules or whatever, You all can send me a reference pic of what you believe what skimpy outfits Wukong sent Macaque

And I will draw Macaque in all of them~

Everyone this is a very important Poll! For this is deciding the design for the EGG BABY!!!

Now, I do want to still keep the design of the baby secret, BUT, I also have different designs and I cannot decide. I’ve been mulling over this for WEEKS!

I love all 7 designs, so I’ll leave it to everyone here to vote.

You won’t get to see the design. The only thing I will say is what eye color the baby has. Such has they either have Wukong or Macaque’s eye color.

I will also give you a personal nickname I have on them. Probably what Macaque or Wukong would nickname them if they were chosen.

That is the only information you get to base your vote off of.

Thank you so much to @kodee-22-blog for this idea on deciding the baby.

Thinking back to that time… it was so long ago yet feels like just yesterday. There is so much I don’t know about what you experienced up there.

The months you suffered. The endless nights…

I don’t wish for our future to be something you must dread or be cautious about. I couldn’t assist you during the war, so let me make it up to you now.

Allow me to cherish the trust you show me, and in turn cherish you.

I’m such a fool.

So desperate to draw Wukong out of the war, I find myself over looking the very trauma that started it.

I’ll never forgive myself for letting it happen, and even less so for being too weak to follow Wukong to end those who hurt him.

Perhaps I too am too caught up in what was, that I’m forgetting what is. Just don’t cry.

Don’t.

Wukong won’t be happy seeing it, and you will feel miserable if you allow him to see it.

Swallow it down.

Guys, I don’t post any content on it, but I love Pokemon. I LOVE Pokemon. I got cards, I got stuffies, I got every game in existence.

I’m currently obsessed with Pokopia and thus haven’t been writing and why my fanfics are not updated. Blame Pokemon.

With that said, I was thinking about the Pokemon the Shadowpeach kids would have/start with before they evolve , and I’ve made them their teams. (Clearly this wouldn’t be the only Pokemon they have, but this would most likely be the main teams they have when battling and training)

Haoyu:

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MK / Xiaotian

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Xiaohua/ Xiaoxiao

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Sying

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Savage

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Rumble

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Xue

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Bao

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Xinyue