#jester's scripture

Wukong suddenly falls silent, stops and turns away, holding out his arms. The behavior is odd and Azure is perplexed at his brother’s sudden strangeness (strange even for the eccentric monkey). Wukong does not offer an explanation, simply continues standing like an oddly posed statue, only the tip of his tail daring to flick back and forth. The lion does not get a chance to inquire further before three blurs of pale fluff leap from the undergrowth, scaling the king like a tree to rest in his arms and against his chest. Monkeys. Younglings. They chitter and click urgently (sounds Azure has been told is actual language) before the biggest of them speaks in demonic common. “Grandpa sun, there's a tiger! We were playing with the queen's ducks and a tiger  came out of nowhere  and General Beng-” Azure, embarrassingly enough, does not quite catch the rest of what the child is saying, his mind catching on to a particular word. Queen? But didn't Wukong say that it was just an old folk song? That he didn't really have a wife? The conversation from that night was a bit foggy, Azure had indulged a fair bit in the peach wine Wukong proudly had served to them. He is brought back from his thoughts when the monkey king responds to whatever the youngling had said. “A tiger?” Wukong frowns, his brows furrow, and he soothingly cuddles the cubs closer to his chest. “What's a tiger doing this close to the Stone Mansion?” He is muttering to himself, leaning subconsciously into the little hands that begin to pat at his face. “We haven't had any this far in decades. Any tiger in sight of the mountain would know better. I personally saw to that. They wouldn't dare, unless- ” The king spins on his heel, the little monkeys clutched in his arms hooting gleefully at the speed. “Azure!” Despite himself the lion starts back not expecting the sudden shift in attention from his brother. “Uh.” He awkwardly fumbles over his words . “Yes?”

Hail and howdy Punks, fellow primates~

Cringe is dead, and I am but a fool.

Jester Gallows | 21 | AroAce | Heathen

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Art: jesture drawing

Headcanons/analysis: jester thinks

Writing: jester's scripture

Personal: jesters privilege

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I have very strong moral beliefs surrounding human rights and the treatment of others. I tend to be very polite online because tone never translates correctly, but I'm going to be very blunt. FUCK OFF if you're a terf, nazi, pedophile, bigot, ableist, or any of the other sorry human beings I'm directing this at. I will not debate you. Fascists can eat my boot. All comments or other interactions of this nature will be met with mockery.

~Depiction ≠ Glorification~

~Consumption of fiction ≠ validation of reality~

~a different opinion ≠ an owed explanation~

You walk out of a store. There's a woman standing there with a baby stroller. She asks you for money in the softest most unthreatening voice. "Would you be a dear and spare a few bucks?"

You get your wallet out. You are about to hand the money over to her, she's blinking at you with large brown eyes lined with tears. You hear a shout. "Don't give him any money, the baby isn't real!!!"

A short ginger comes flying into frame. He kicks the the stroller like a soccer ball. It goes flying. What you thought was a real baby is a small garbage bag swaddled in a old blanket with a doll head glued to the top.

You put your money away.

The woman groans and throws down a wig. "Dammit Chuuya, you messed everything up!!!"

"Stop trying to scam people, you-"

*suggestive*

He spins on his heel and all but dives into the foliage. Normally he would have dropped into a shadow, but heats make shade travel an actual nightmare. Leaving him to flee like everyone else. Head ducked into his scarf his speedwalk breaks into a gentle lope (he was not sprinting while his uterus was shredding itself with barbed wire) and he promptly runs face first into a broad (unclothed) chest.

Fuck.

A low laugh rumbles from the pair of plump pecs Macaque is face planted into and he can feel his unglamoured ears fluttering at the sound. “Were you spying on me?” Wukong sounds ridiculously humored at such a prospect. He just knows a shit eating grin is consuming the king's face as confident hands slip down the demon's sides to grasp him by the hips.

“WHA- No!!!” Macaque frantically attempts to push himself away from the god, hands planting themselves on the bare chest of the other to leverage himself free. “Why would I be spying on your lame ass?!”

“Because,” the muscles of Wukong’s chest ripple under Macaque’s hands (and a part of him wants to die again). “You need something.”

And belatedly, Macaque begins to realize some things. One; Wukong is being incredibly handsy (in a way he hasn't been toward him in literal centuries). Two; his instinct to break the other wrists at such handsy-ness is curiously absent. And three; the king hasn't yelled at him yet. Has not even frowned.

OMG SORRY I MEANT TO ANSWER THIS WHEN I FIRST GOT IT BUT LIFE HATES ME AND I'M EASILY DISTRACTED

Anyway. I know I promised it months ago, but the smut ridden 2 to 3 thousand word one-shot fic I started with is now closer to 10 and will probably only get longer. The story just won't work any shorter. Also I've been working on a fic for a zine so that's taken some of my attention.

But hang in there it'll get finished. I'll give you a lil sneak peak below the cut.

Lmk | "Spring Chicken" | ShadowPeach

Wukong rumbles, pleased at the other's desperate chirps.

Biological shenanigans, and smut.

Bsd | "The Drug In You Is Me" | Soukoku

His gaze traces her face, watching enraptured as her eyes flutter behind their lids, and her hair sways rhythmically with the small breeze the nearby mini floor fan is creating.