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nikolasartist · 10 days

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nikolasartist · 3 months

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redrawing ~

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nikolasartist · 6 months

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Okay, it's time to bore you with my own characters from different canons. No super-mega-duper immortals and the strongest

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Unfortunately, due to the recent workload in my life, I can't devote much time to drawing, so we'll dilute the content a bit

Pathetic, like a dog chasing the past," echoed in the walls of his brain, making Makaka grimace uncomfortably.

He already knew this. His inner demons only made his self-loathing worse by reminding him of it over and over again every time he visited this place. They mocked him. They mocked him for trampling on the flowers of the past and then trying to restore them by transplanting them from one pot to another until they wilted under his own hands.

Their place had not changed. Only now it was quiet, like a cemetery, which in a sense it had become. The warm memories were gone. There was no laughter at stupid jokes. No conversations, no stargazing. How much time had passed? A year? Two? A hundred years or maybe a century? It doesn't matter.

The yellow pupils already knew what they were looking at: an old stone. So old that in some places the once mighty stone began to crack, leaving only dust behind. Life came from dust, and in dust it will fade away. Over time, houses lose their strength and collapse. All living things die when the time comes, and become another part of life, continuing to exist even without having a self. But... is this life? You become nothing more than a figure with strings that are skillfully pulled by a perfect manipulator - the Universe. It has existed, exists and will continue to exist, so it is not difficult for it to know where to take you, what to do with you and how to make it look good.

You are dead, but you continue to be used in a circle.

His dark fur lifted slightly from the frosty wind that aptly stirred his thoughts as they came to the juicy part. His own death.

What did Mac himself think about that? Let's be realistic. Who the hell wants to experience a painful death and lose their own eye? Who wants to feel a knife in the back from someone for whom you were ready to give your life? Who wants to be left alone in a cold hole in the ground, and then resurrected to find themselves face to face with the world, now nothing more than a shadow of their former self? This was the moment when Makaka felt for the first time in his life what it was like to be afraid and... to hate everyone he loved and valued in his life at the same time. No one stood up for him. No one had his back. It was painful. Without using any force, his heart was torn out by the roots without even doing so.

Is this your great power, monkey king? There are no rules for a king. Destroy, kill, go ahead!

- "Peach, don't be angry," the ghost of my former lover suddenly whispered in my ear, which took my breath away, "will you forgive me? I'm so sorry," which made me smile mockingly. Hmm. Wukong and repentance? Not in this world.

Meanwhile, the ghost of memories whispered the last word and lowered his lips a little lower, his warm lips touching the cold skin of Makak's neck.

The familiar herd of ants crawled all over his body, cruelly throwing him into the hateful memories of his youth and blind love. He was blind, too blind. He trusted someone with his back and heart.

Now, in contrast to love, something dark and slippery was rising from within, impregnating the new shadow self. A burning thirst for revenge.

With all his might, the demon kicked the very stone he had been staring at for the last few minutes. But in response, the stone remained intact, as if in mockery, only here and there succumbing to the cracks of time.

- "Yes... you're sorry," Macauq whispered bitterly as he sat down on the cold, snowy ground.

The winter would be cold. It already was, making his tail go numb. Once, in a better life, he had loved winter. It was beautiful, though very cold. It was quite ironic coming from someone who hated the cold, which he did. But... all the winter landscapes were worth it. It was worth spending hours looking at the winter mountains and then returning home without any feeling in my fingers or tail. Every laugh caused by a single snowflake was worth it.

But sooner or later, everything in our lives can lose value. Neither a thousand new landscapes nor a thousand new snowflakes, even every day, are worth a penny anymore. Now they are relics of the past, nothing more.

The ice that chills to the bone became his new cruel life. And the bone demon has become his winter cage and shackles, making him hate what he loved in the past. Not only that, he is now nothing more than a pawn: do this, bring that, kill those. He cannot say no.

Or does he not want to?

They were too much united by something... a desire for revenge. Wukong dreamed of supporters, of his own greatness. But so far he has made more enemies than subjects. A great king, eh?

"- I tell you, I will be the greatest king! I will have many loyal subordinates who will glorify me. And my army will not be equal even to the soldiers of heaven!" Wukong told his dreams loudly under the tree to his own shadow. - "You know I won't stop, right? So why don't you come out?

In response, the future king received only silence, which made him make a disgruntled face like a child. He was getting angry. How could Macaque ignore him?

- Okay, just keep sitting there!" He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away, trying to show his indifference.

His orange tail, on the other hand, betrayed his emotions by swinging rapidly from side to side. Suddenly, a sigh broke the silence between them. Wukong, without realizing it, smiled with satisfaction. Today, the victory was his.

- You are such a child. Do you know what it's like to have your own space and want to be alone?" - A low baritone voice came from the shadows, but the proud and offended monkey remained silent, not even looking up: "Wukong, I'm not going to run after you.

This statement pierced the red ape like a knife through the heart.

His overly boastful brain interpreted it almost as a confession of treason. How is this possible? Isn't that what lovers do? Follow each other at some point? Even run after each other?

Or maybe an adult romance has messed up Wukong's idea of a normal relationship too much? The stubbornness and pride of these two deserve each other, and this will be the main factor that will not allow them to meet for a long time in such a situation.

The too sweet and warm feeling of memories now causes only bitterness and painful residue inside. All their dreams, actions, and desires have long since died, without waiting for any resurrection. However, it seemed to the monkey king that this was not a bad thing in principle. He spent his retirement in glory, having only himself and his entertainment, not looking for remorse for his own atrocities. As always in his style. His selfish style.

And let's not forget about his successor! Macaque was honored to watch him personally from the shadows. It was like going back in time to Wukong Jr. at the beginning of his career. The picture of this made it clear what a terrible teacher the monkey king was, if his student was tossed from side to side by emotions and his own strength. No support, no advice for improvement. In fact, the shadowy one felt sorry for the boy. Mk was still a child who needed real guidance and support. Just like parents help with walking and talking, but the young man was "lucky" to fall into the hands of a child only a few centuries older than him.

He already had a whole plan, involving the child, to finally take sweet revenge on Wukong. Mk's own insecurities would play well into his hands, setting a good trap. Sorry, kid, nothing against you, just personal.

- You know, I hate you," after much thought, the six-eared man finally turned to the stone on which the old silhouettes of their drawing were visible, "so much that I would like to kill you like you killed me," he bared his teeth, not taking his eyes off the drawn Wukong, "I want you to feel what it's like to live in hell and pain. And I promise to do that, remember. I'm sorry about Mk, he's a pretty good guy, but he's so blinded by you that he doesn't even see your true form," after a long speech, the shadow exhaled like a balloon that began to deflate, "just like I did many years ago. "I hope you're not going to kill him, huh?" - now the hatred turned more into a kind of actor's mockery that spoke to the king's drawing, "though, no. I'll do it to you first," a nervous laugh escaped his lips.

The wind began to howl louder, carrying a new portion of snow. It was time to go, staying in the snow was not part of the plan.

- "Have a bad New Year, Wukong," Makak whispered before disappearing into one of his portals.

Today, he would definitely move as far away from people's favorite places as possible, hiding in the shadows of loud celebrations so as not to cause any more pain to his overly sensitive ears.

Now these are the only such "celebrations" in his life. Isn't it cruel?

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nikolasartist · 6 months

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nikolasartist · 6 months

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I'm sorry, sometimes I get tired and my drawing may be weaker🙃

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