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@energeticsand sent in: gives him a kitkat

🐷🍜 mo  ping  verse   (  starter !   )   //   @energeticsand​  

he  stands  in  front  of  the  riverboat ,  unsure  of  what  to  do  next .   his  brain  is  fuzzy  but  he  can  feel  his  heart  pounding  in  his  temple  as  the  shadow  of  the  vessel  overcasts  him  with  the  setting  sun .  he  had  been  in  such  a  hurry  to  get  there  in  the  first  place  too ,   the  shattered  pieces  of  his  memory  clearing  as  the  dread  of  bajie’s  last  moments  of  existence  scratched  at  the  outskirts  of  his  mind .   he  still  can’t  recall  exactly   how   it  all  played  out--   but  it  was  bad .  it  was   VERY .  BAD .   

that’s  why  he  needed  to  see  sandy .  

what  made  up  for  it  was  pigsy’s  ability  to  remember  everything   before .  sandy  was--   no ,  it   WAS   him .   old  hog  would  recognize  youngest  brother  anywhere !   the  very  same  he  and   eldest  brother   wukong  picked  a  fight  with  in  the  flowing-sand  river .   the  very  same  that  boosted  their  morale  and  leveled  the  two  elder  brothers  out  when  they  were  too  unruly .   the  very  same  that  had  the  best   one  liners .   the  very  same  that--   the  very  same  he  left  behind .   suddenly  their   first  meeting   made  a  lot  more  sense .  maybe  destiny  isn’t   total   bullshit . 

still ,  it’s  all  so  surreal  and  pigsy’s  got  enough  sense  in  that   psychologically-shaken-up-pig-brain   of  his  to  know  that  bringing  all  this  up  at  once  is  INSANE .   that’s  why  he  can  forgive  sandy  for  keeping  it  from  him  for  so  long .   but  a  boar  doesn’t  beat  around  the  bush--   it  runs   straight  through  it  ,  demolishing  everything  beneath  it’s  snout  and  hooves .   and  oh  how  badly  pigsy  wants  to  do  just  that . 

“  wujing-- ”   he  tries  it  once ,  and  that’s  enough  to  set  him  off--  knocking  the  side  of  the  boat  to  draw  out  the  river  spirit  by  his  religious  name . 

“  wujing ! !  i know  you’re  in  there !  ”  pigsy  roars .  he  already  feels  his  eyes  welling  up  .   “  ain’tcha  gonna  greet  your   elder  brother ? !  ”

MUSIC MEME;

🐷🍜  //  energeticsand  asked :  ♪ and/or ♫?

Send “♪” for a song that reminds me of my muse. Send “♫” for a song that reminds me of our muses relationship.

weak  --  ajr

my  habits ,  they  hold  me  like  a  grudge i  promise  i  won't  budge 

one  sip ,  bad  for  me one  hit ,  bad  for  me one  kiss ,  bad  for  me but  i  give  in  so  easily and  ‘ no  thank  you ’  is  how  it  should've  gone i  should  stay  strong

but  i'm  weak ,  and  what's  wrong  with  that ? boy ,  oh  boy  i  love  it  when  i  fall  for  that

beside  you  --  marianas  trench   

just  trust  in  me trust  in  me 'cause  i'm  just  trying  to  keep  it  together because  i  could  do  worse  and  you  could  do  better

and  if  your  heart  wears  thin i  will  hold  you  up and  i  will  hide  you when  it  gets  too  much i'll  be  right  beside  you

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

🐷🍜  //  energeticsand  asked :  ❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜ [ hiii! been following for like 2 seconds but, eyes-?

“  sandy--  sandy ,  easy .  ”   pigsy’s  voice  rasps  in  a  whisper ,  still  thick  from  previous  sleep .   the  demonic  boar  claw  grips  the  river  spirit’s  knuckle  firmly ,  too  small  to  properly  hold  his  sworn  brother’s  hand ,  but  the  sentiment  is  there .   he  doesn’t  know  the  hour ,  but  the  lack  of  daylight  and  the  peaceful  sounds  of  the  other’s  soft  snores  not  far  from  them  are  telltale .   doesn't  take  a  genius  to  know  what  had  happened .  he  get  them  too .    

“  i’m  still  kickin’ ,  see ?  no  one’s  dead . ”   the  boar  reassures ,  smiling  gently  as  he  looks  up  at  sandy’s  face .  “  ‘xcept  for  tang ,  he   might   be  dead .  ”   he  jokes  sarcastically  with  a  low  snort ,  referring  to  the  zonked  out  scholar’s  unconscious  form .  pigsy  then  sighs ,  leaning  back  to  stretch  out  the  hollow  feeling  of  fatigue  from  his  bones . 

🐷🍜  // energeticsand replied : plants an exaggarated smack right on top of his forehead

🐉 . PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES

often , it had been their eldest brother who would do this ; running a brush through the stallion's long mane in the off-time . call it sneaky , but lielie liked being tended to ; that part of princely privilege never left him , so it seems . . . but it often had a calming effect for both parties . shifu would rest his head on the stallion's shoulder , wukong would nuzzle his cheek against his muzzle , even bajie would open his heart to the silent listening of their youngest member .

but in occasion , wujing had been inclined to as well . there was always a tender heart within those hardened scales that withstood the coarse waves of liúshā-hé .

the white horse's emerald eye flicks to the water spirit , it's large eyes peering deeply into his ; unafraid despite his large stature . quite comfortable , actually . and yet . . . they almost look sad . a comfortable sadness , like the coming of twilight or the hushed waves at night .

" mm . . . "

the boar's quiet snores are interrupted mid-snort-- his body giving a light jolt as he wakes , an ear flicking in protest . fortunately , sandy caught him in a lighter stage of sleep , so waking wasn't as difficult .

" yeah , m'up . . . " the sleepy boar mumbles , emitting a heavy sigh as he rubs his long face and bleary eyes , allowing them to adjust to the darkness . the giant mass of muscle is easy to identify .