I Have Such A Soft Spot For This Drawing. MK Welcoming Macaque To The Gang By Drawing Him Right In The

I have such a soft spot for this drawing. MK welcoming Macaque to the gang by drawing him right in the middle of it. Even after the damage Macaque has done, MK sees the good in him.

Macaque's history (regardless of how faithful it is to the source material) is filled with causing pain unto others just to hurt Sun Wukong. But MK sees right through it in Shadowplay. He empathizes with the Warrior, is quick to connect the dots and sees through his shades of grey especially when Macaque saves him from Corrupted Monkey King.

Who know what Season 4 will bring us but I'd love to see a messy redemption arc for Macaque. The gang don't trust him but MK still does and it's hard not to trust MK.

It can even go too far with MK trying to get Macaque and Sun Wukong to reconcile. It's just not that simple. Not when the two have so much resentment. Not to mention Sun Wukong would not be happy with the idea of Macaque just... being there. But he's observant enough to see MK has reached through to Macaque like he once could.

My beloathed

Lmao probably has nothing to do with the plague but I fainted for the first time in my life last night. Unpleasant. 2/10 would not recommend

-still jackal

Fun funky fact: there are 4 people in my house. 3/4 of them have the plague. One of those people is me :/ so I apologize if posting slows down a bit, I’m still gonna answer stuff it just might take me a minute.

love y’all remember to hydrate and eat stuff

-jackal 👍

Mk x shy GF Reader, with the Mk clones? set during the episode Duplicatnation where Mk is dealing with the fact he accidently got carry away with making clones, but not only that, he has to now deal with them fawning all over his girlfriend in their own ways and getting her EXTREMELY flustered and embarrassed, And are our poor boy is getting REALLY jealous.

“Too Many”(1244 w.c.)(Romantic one shot)

MK/Clones x Shy!Fem!Reader

pronouns: she/her

CW: slight possessiveness

One second, y/n was enjoying some quiet time at Pigsy’s because hey, there was a little too much chaos in her life at the moment, and the next, she was apparently texted to meet her lovely boyfriend at Sandy’s boat. This she didn’t mind. Sandy was such a sweet guy, and she’d be lying if she said spending time with the therapy cats wasn’t one of her favorite things to do. 

It was what happened when she got there that was a problem.

The boat was not only a new color, but she could see that familiar red bandana and messy brown hair hard at work painting it. She smiled knowingly, hopping up onto the deck to greet him. 

“MK, hey!” She went to hug him like she always did, but when he turned around, something was terribly off. His eyes had a crazed fire dancing in them as he wielded a paintbrush. But he still returned her affection.

“Y/n! Good, I was hoping you would be fast! I want to paint you!” He explained. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but she certainly was thrown off by his mannerisms. 

“Like, right now? I’m not sure—“

“All you have to do is sit and be pretty. You’ll look perfect at any angle!”

Even if he was a little unhinged, she was still blushing at his comment. She went and sat on the stool across from a canvas he’d set up, choosing a simple pose that wouldn’t take long—theoretically.

“Beautiful! Yes, you’re the perfect muse!” He beamed, getting to work on an underpainting. Her heart was racing and she felt her face grow hot at his compliments. She held as still as she could, out of worry for what might happen if she shifted even a little. A solid half hour must have passed by now…But her arms were getting tired in the position she was holding them, so she mustered up the courage to say something.

“Hey, can I just take a quick break? Have you got a sketch down?” She asked. The artist stepped away from the canvas, humming while he looked at her. 

“I suppose…just hurry back, okay? This will be a masterpiece as long as you’re here.”

She hopped off of her seat and gave him a quick kiss as she exited the boat, choosing to head back into the city and get something to eat, maybe even stopping at the arcade…Mei was there, right? They hadn’t gotten to hang out lately.

Walking into the building, she could tell once again that something was wrong. But she pushed that feeling aside and continued in, getting some tokens and enjoying some of the games at the front by the entrance. But the music was muffled, like it was only coming from the back of the building, so y/n went to the back and saw two tall guards in front of the door. Once they saw her coming, they immediately opened the door for her, and she hurried past them with a quiet “thanks”. 

Gods, being in that space was already overwhelming—it smelled like soda pop and smoke machines. The music reverberated through the floors that lit up with each beat. And it was crowded past capacity, most likely. Someone was yelling from the DJ booth, but she couldn’t make out the words. 

“Y/n, thank goodness. You need to talk to your boyfriend.” Mei emerged from somewhere in the crowd, taking y/n by her arm and practically yelling to get her point across. 

“But I was just with him on the boat!” She yelled back.

“Then who’s the guy wearing leopard print sitting in the booth?!” 

The two girls got to the front of the room, and lo and behold, there was MK. Y/n was beyond confused. If he was here, then who was the artist she’d just spent time with? He peered through his slitted neon glasses at her, reaching over the turntable and yanking her into the booth with him. It was only a little easier to hear.

“Aw yeah, the life of my porty is here! It’s good to see you showed up!” He exclaimed, giving y/n a kiss. 

“Porty? MK, what are you talking about? What about the painting?”

“Huh? What painting, yo?” He shook his head with a smirk. “Whatever, anyways, c’mon, join in! Let’s make some sweet tunes to get these guys moving!”

“No, hang on, how long have you been in here?” She stopped him, trying to figure out exactly what was happening.

“No idea, babes, all I know is I’m throwing the best porty this arcade has EVER seen!” He put one of the headphones over his ear, before pressing some buttons that changed the music and got things going again. Now that y/n could see the whole crowd, she could also see that they all looked like zombies…some were slumped on the floor, others were trying to keep dancing but stumbled and dragged their feet. Some were even hiding from MK’s sight. Mei was standing by the entrance to the booth, and she didn’t look too hot either. 

“MK, you need to chill out a bit, okay? Let’s go play some games, just you and me.” Maybe if y/n played her cards right, she could get him to be distracted long enough that the crowd could disperse. 

“Not right now, sweet cheeks. After this set, definitely!” He responded. 

“What do we do? He’s lost his mind!” Mei took y/n’s hand again to get her away from the crazed DJ. Y/n shrugged, racking her brain for solutions. 

“Let’s get out of here! There has to be an exit!” She said. 

“Sorry, sweet heart. No one’s leaving this porty!” The DJ came up behind the pair, yanking them both deeper into the booth.

Hours passed as Mei and y/n were stuck inside a giant claw machine. On the plus side they weren’t stuck on the dance floor, but on the downside they were trapped in a much bigger problem than before.

That is, until the skylight broke. Their saving grace was here, hopefully the REAL one. They couldn’t make out what Real MK and Porty MK were saying to each other, but y/n was just overjoyed that MK was okay. What scared the crap out of her were the countless evil clones that were trying to fight him and how she couldn’t really tell who was where doing what. Golden light was everywhere, and before they both knew it, y/n and Mei were out of the claw machine and out of harm’s way. But they were back in the booth, standing behind Real MK. 

“Wait, how can you tell who’s who? He might be the porty clone!” The DJ said. 

“It’s ‘party’!” Mei said.

“Aw man, I played myself.”

And then he disappeared. Y/n was still comprehending the fact that all of that just happened, but of course the explanation was three simple words: “mystic monkey business”. 

“Y/n, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” MK approached y/n, pulling her into a hug that she recognized as his hug. She leaned into him, trying to calm down a bit.

“No, I’m not hurt. Just…frazzled, I guess. Promise you wont make any more clones, okay??” She pulled away from him, grabbing his arms and shaking him back and forth. He laughed the whole time.

“I promise, I promise!”

Something have an idea in my mind, but i hope this request against the rules i read, hope you wouldnt mind.

may i have a request a seperate headcanons for Sun wukong, Macaque, Red son and MK would react their female s/o couldn't controlled herself cuz reader snapped/ berserk or even let their negative emotions, because of it the result she turned into some like dark and evil version of reader like you know their appearance changed even her aura too.

after they defeating reader they saw their sad flashbacks/backstory of reader. (like for example; forcing being perfect because of her parents , pushing herself become stronger, or reader's trauma or something like that) reason why reader act like that before they turned into, reader been dealing this since childhood. after that the boys comfort her after finding out their s/o's backstory.

I apologise the idea is confusing, this is inspired the game i played called "twisted wonderland", about the reader turned into evil mode called it "overblot" in the game and feel free to decline my request too! ^^

I like this ask, but I did put a spin on it since I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go with the going crazy part, so I just had it that she was feeling pressured to be perfect and strong, but doesn’t snap or anything. Enjoy! :)

SWK, REDSON, MK, AND MACAQUE x Pressured!Fem!Reader HEADCANONS

Redson

Red knows exactly how you feel. 

It’s hard being pressured by parents because you’re supposed to look up to them! And that’s really all she knows.

By proxy, pushing yourself to be stronger…and so on and so forth until it all just boils over.

They themselves don’t really know how to deal with the negative emotions in a different way other than blowing off steam by training. 

So she invites you along to spar with him, meditate, and hey, maybe destroy some stuff. 

If you’re not up for that, and you want to just cry it out, he’s fine with sitting with you while you do.  And when you’re calmed down again, they’ll pass you tissues and a water bottle. Surely you’re dehydrated.

MK

Sweet boy also is aware of what that feels like. The real difference is that he’s the one setting those standards for himself.

He’ll advise you to talk to your parents, if possible. But if you can’t or don’t want to, the next best way to deal with this is distraction!

A movie, some darn good popcorn, and some tissues just in case there’s a sad scene. Maybe even some video games if you need something to do with your hands.

If you get super emotional, and can’t soothe yourself, they’ll help you breathe. In for 4 seconds, hold for 7, out for 8. Over and over until you can get some words out.

Even if you’re not good at drawing, MK encourages you to draw your emotions. Watercolor is pretty calming, but crayons and markers are good for being angry and uncontrolled. 

He’s there with you every step of the way to help you feel better.

Sun Wukong

Oh honey he’s been feeling this way ever since the journey to the west! Wanna trade coping skill ideas?? /j

Anyways, Wukong’s pretty observant. When your stress levels started going up and you just wouldn’t stop pushing yourself, he knew he had to step in. 

Brings you with him to the nicest spots on flower fruit mountain to hang out. And while you two hang out, he subtly gets you to open up a bit. 

By the end of it, you’re both emotional(because c’mon if you cry he’s gonna cry too—) but you do know you feel a little better. 

His hugs are the best, please take advantage of this if you want, especially if you just need to be held for an indefinite amount of time. 

If you really want, other monkeys will also join in to comfort you as well!

Macaque

Very concerned. But obviously he won’t just admit it. He studies how you act(not in a creepy way) and when he sees that you’re disregarding your own needs and just trying to run on an empty tank, he feels bad.

With that silky smooth voice of his, he drags you over to his place, and gets you to eat and drink something while you tell him what’s been going on. 

When you’ve finished telling him everything you felt comfortable sharing, he takes your hands and tells you that you’re super strong for trying to handle these emotions and standards on your own. Jokes about going to yell at your parents, but he’ll leave them alone if you really want him to

He kinda sucks at comforting words because his humor is like 70% just about dark stuff so he tries to show his support with actions instead. 

Rubbing soothing circles into your back, wrapping you up in his scarf, and gentle kisses to the backs of your hands. 

Tries his best to show you that he’s very proud of what you’ve accomplished, even if others don’t appreciate it. He thinks you’re great, alright??

Hi I was wondering if you were ok doing Nezha x Injured! Reader..?

Basically reader sprains their ankle and try hide it but fails as it the pain gets worse..

(Fluff, oneshot and if it ok can you use they/them pronouns..)

Ofc! Here u go :D

Nezha x Injured!GN!Reader (584 w.c.)

(Romantic one shot)

Pronouns: you/yours

CW: injury to the ankle

“Y/n! Are you alright? That was a heavy fall.” Nezha rushed to your side as soon as he saw that your foot hit the ground in a weird way, causing your ankle to take all the weight at once. He also saw the panic in your eyes, but you quickly recovered.

“I’m fine, it only hurts for a second,” you reassured him, testing your weight on it. It didn’t hurt a lot as long as you didn’t press on it.

“Okay. Just let me know if you want us to stop the hike. I don’t want to make it worse by accident.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Well, as your partner, it’s kind of my job.”

The prince linked his elbow with yours, still assisting you for several more steps until you unhooked your own elbow to get a drink of water from your bag. He had started out his day together with you by saying that even though it was a little warm, a nice hike would be a great way to relax after a long week. You agreed, because he really did want to spend time with you. But with this new ankle injury that you could feel shooting up your leg, you would feel terrible if you had to cut it all short. 

He pointed out different plants to you, and to your credit, you paid attention and even urged him to explain a little more, just so you could take a moment and put all your weight on your good foot. 

At some point, he caught on to this pattern, and brought you to the side where a creek was to sit. He made you sit down first, watching how you labored in balancing yourself. He took his spot next to you, reaching into his own bag and pulling the ice pack out of the cooler that contained extra water. 

“Y/n, I know you want to keep going, but seeing you try to sit was frankly painful to watch.” He held out his hand, and with a sigh, you lifted your leg into his grip. At first, the shock of the cold on your ankle was bad, but once you got used to the feeling of it, it felt like heaven. 

“Thank you, Nezha…” 

“It’s no problem.”

The two of you sat and relished in the quiet around you. The creek made its own noise of water over small rocks, the birds were active, and a light breeze made the leaves of the trees shift from side to side. 

“Why didn’t you tell me it hurt?” Nezha asked after a while. He had kept a steady hold on the ice pack, but you could tell that he was half-meditating as well. 

“I didn’t want to ruin our time together.” You answered, avoiding his eyes. You could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off of him. 

“Getting hurt doesn’t ruin anything. I’m always happy to help you, alright?” The cold was suddenly gone as he took out the cooler, placing it back inside, before taking his crimson ribbon out and fashioning a wrap around the injury. “I worry about you. Even if you don’t want me to sometimes.”

He patted your leg, before standing up and packing things away again.

“Now, let’s go get you a proper wrap and head home. We can watch that romance movie you’ve been telling me about.” In one swoop, he picked you up and carried you on his back as you had the backpack.