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He hobbles to the cave's entrance and drops on the ground just outside, phone in his hand. It's late, or early, either way the desert is still dark when he sends the texts.
to: @sxnburst
from: Monkey King
[txt]: need your help. urgent
Monkey King shared his location with you!
[txt]: don't tell anyone else
#sxnburst#hi jade#sun should definitely snitch on him actually. though i guess he can do it when he finds him!#challenge tag tba#man i should really think of a challenge tag at this point
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When he comes to the second time, it's in near darkness. It takes him a few blinks to realize that it's dark because he's underground and an attempt to bolt up in panic to realize he can't feel his legs all the way to the knee now. The irony of him being stuck in a cave, alone and slowly turning to stone all because another one of his ideas backfired on him is not lost on him. It's almost funny in a way. It would be funny, if it didn't make him want to cry.
A quick patdown reveals that he still has his phone, the flashlight on which provides some relief from the darkness, and the pears are miraculously uncrushed. That's good news. The bad news, well, that's everything else. It looks like he lost a few hours being unconscious, he doesn't know where he is or how to get out and even if he wanted to call for help (he still doesn't, not really), there is no signal down here.
Carefully, Wukong twists his body until he's lying on his side then pushes himself up into a sitting position. The cave wall provides enough support for him to stand up, though walking is still a struggle. It doesn't help that he's still holding the phone in his free hand, waving the darkness away with it.
(He feels the cave walls press down on him whenever he can't see them, trying to trap him down here forever).
There is a small breeze coming through this corridor, ruffling his fur, so he moves in the direction it's coming from. Air currents don't come from nowhere, there has to be an exit that way. He hopes there is an exit that way.
What is he going to do when he finds it though? Keep going, somehow, even when he can barely walk? Crawl through the sand when he runs out of wall to lean on?
"This is stupid." Wukong grits though his teeth and almost drops his phone when another pang of numbness crawls past his knee. The exertion of dragging his body along is making him sweat, perspiration mixing with the sand still clinging to him and creating an unpleasant itchy paste. "None of this would be a problem if I just had all my power back."
Was that the point? To strip him of all his abilities and place him in a situation that he otherwise could have dealt with easily but that is made impossible for him in this state? All for the Stars' entertainment?
Or-
-perhaps if you asked for some help...
Or was that the point? To see how far he can push himself before caving and asking someone else to fix his problems? Is that what he's being tested for?
The corridor feels endless. He's not sure how long he's been walking now, doesn't want to look at the time to confirm it. But it feels like hours, and with the way his legs get heavier and heavier, it must be.
One misstep is all it takes now for him to fall again. With nothing to catch himself on, Wukong falls forward, landing hard on his front. The phone flies out of his hand and clatters on the ground somewhere further down the corridor. It must have landed with the flashlight side down because the cave is once again dark. But that is not the thing that makes his gasp out in terror.
What does that is a squishing sound, followed by a feeling of liquid seeping out of his pockets.
One thing out of three, and he couldn't even keep it safe. It makes him want to scream, and there is nobody here to see him do it, so he does. He screams until he's out of breath, slams his fists against the ground again and again until they feel sore and raw.
It doesn't make him feel much better, but it does make him realize one thing: he needs help. And it sucks that he does, just like it sucks to admit it, but there is no way around it. He can't do anything to help himself right now, not in this state. And he's not ready to die just yet.
Taking deep (shaky, painful, but deep) breaths, Wukong lifts himself up again. Walks along the wall to where his phone ended up, lowers himself down again to pick it up. The screen is cracked, but it still works, lighting up the area around him. With the help of its light, he finally spots the cave's entrance at the end of the tunnel.
The phone pings in his hand, one signal bar shining bright in the corner.
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#challenge tag tba#loops i was an island and demise while writing this because im normal#@(^queue^)@#claustrophobia tw
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Despite what people say, he rarely charges into things without a plan. The complexity and effectiveness of these plans tends to vary, sure, but that's not the point.
The point is, he knows what he's doing.
Hovering on his cloud slightly above his house, Wukong checks the list again. Umber is probably the best place to start, since it's closest. From there, he can travel to Mistwood and back to Sky-Strewn, and from there it should be a straight shot to the Gulf. Easy.
Well, no, pretty hard actually. But not impossible. Not if he's careful. And very, very lucky.
Swiping his golden eyes over the desert, he tries to find something that looks even a little like the cactus pear he's supposed to find (a few times his eyes drift to Sun's house, unbidden, but he looks away). There's... a lot of cacti out there and with Gold Vision he can't even be sure which ones are red. His leg throbs as the stone slowly climbs higher. It still doesn't hurt, but he can feel it now and that's almost worse.
No time to wait around.
Picking what appears to be the best match, Wukong spins the cloud in a wide circle. And another one, and another, faster and faster and faster until the cloud suddenly zips in the direction of Umber. It dissipates into nothing the moment they hit the border of Sky-Strewn, but the built-up momentum is enough to launch Wukong himself way past it, to the desert below. Even with his limited flight capabilities, the landing ends up being more than a little clumsy, with him plowing through several dunes at an impressive speed before he finally stops. But he's here, and that's what matters.
"Not the most graceful idea, but it worked." Shaking the sand off of himself to the best of his ability (he'll have to take a bath after this. probably more than one), Wukong looks around. He overshot a little, but he can still see where he needs to go from here. Like he said: easy.
Yeah, right. Sure, the heat of the desert doesn't bother him all that much even if he is covered head to toe, but as it turns out walking through the sand with both of your legs turning to stone is more than a little uncomfortable.
(It is both of his legs now. He can feel the foot go numb as it solidifies and tries very hard to not stress out about it).
It takes a good hour for him to get to the small patch of cacti. The fruits are red (as far as he can tell) and match the description (he thinks) so he plucks a few and stuffs them in his pockets, ignoring the way they prickle his hands. One down, two to go. If he can keep up the pace, he should be done with this challenge in no time.
(As long as he doesn't think about the fact that this was probably the easiest part and he still has to leave the desert and search for two more ingredients while he slowly loses control of his body-)
Sun Wukong is very good at compartmentalizing. Right now, thinking too far ahead is not going to do him any good, so he doesn't. Instead he chooses to focus on getting out of the desert. All that matters right now is that he knows which direction he needs to go. One step at a time.
He can do this, because he has to.
Using up all his flight for the day on the first leg of his challenge seems ill-advised, so instead Wukong takes advantage of his speed and small bursts of flight to leap across the sand towards the entrance canyon he can see in the distance. That is what dooms him in the end, when he lands heavily on a rippled patch of sand and it gives under his feet, and starts to sink. With the feeling gone in both feet it takes him a moment too long to notice and by then it's too late. The sand shifts and drags him in all the way to his knees, only seeming to get stronger, pull him in deeper when he tries to struggle. It presses against him firmly until he can't move at all, the heavy weight constricting him from all sides until he's completely submerged.
Before he can do anything, even cry for help, the sand pulls him in. Silently, it shifts in the spot where he just was before settling once again.
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#challenge tag tba#constriction cw#alright one more drabble and this challenge can /really/ start#i enjoyed playing around with umber concepts. he didn't tho#@(^queue^)@#this one's kinda eehhh but it's out and that's what matters
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🌸 for a spring outfit
Send a symbol and my muse will pick an outfit for your muse (ACCEPTING)
" Yeah, the fruit wine's part of the whole aesthetic. Also that's either necklace or wristband! Either's good. "
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google search how to stop experiencing anticipatory grief when this world has taken so much from me already
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Sun Wukong blinks awake with a slightly unsettling feeling in the back of his head. At first he thinks it could be the lingering effect of his dream - not a nightmare, but close (he doesn't remember much now, just sitting in an empty amphitheatre with someone and the dull pain their conversation left him with). And then he stretches, more stiff than usual, lowers his feet off the bed and places them on the ground and-
Falls.
He catches himself before hitting the ground, grabbing hold of his nightstand. The angle gives him a good view of the problem, though it takes him another moment to understand what he's even looking at.
"Okay... okay." It's not, really, but he's not sure what else to say. Balancing on one foot, Wukong carefully brings the other up, fingers wrapping over what is undoubtedly stone. Is he reverting back or something? The thought makes his stomach drop in terror so he dismisses it instantly to stop himself from panicking. This is... something else. Definitely. He just needs to figure out what.
With a feeling of detached curiosity, Wukong expertly twists his own foot and rips it off completely. It regrows, as always, and... instantly gets covered in stone again. Doesn't hurt at all, he notes, fighting down a feeling of hysteria. Fuck, is it starting to crawl higher?
Okay, he can't panic right now. He grabs onto the table again, crumpling the letter on top of it as his hands shake. No they don't, he's fine and he can deal with this- whatever it is and- wait, where did this letter come from?
He sits back on the bed to read it, finding it too uncomfortable to stand for long. The contents are almost not surprising: a challenge issued from the Stars, seemingly for him alone. Which is a good thing, obviously, that at least he's the only one dealing with something like that. It does help him calm down, if only so much. The letter also gives him a list of ingredients that should cure him and a cheeky little note at the end that makes him frown. Do they really think he can't deal with this alone? He's Sun Wukong, and this is far from the worst thing that happened to him (though it does sit uncomfortably high on the list). He can do this. This is his challenge. There is no need to involve anyone else in this mess.
Tucking the letter into his pocket he gets up again, this time accounting for the numbness of his foot, and hobbles over to his closet. There should be a pair of soft shoes in there he can put on. Better cover up the rest of him too if it really is going to spread.
Impossible, they say. We'll see about that.
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#challenge tag tba#amputation cw#god finally#stars: that part is not a challenge you literally cant do this alone#him: bet#uhhh i have a thing in like 5 hours so im going to sleep but i'll give the details to people who need them later ok gnight
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~♫
Send me ' ~♫' For my muse to sing to yours, with random lyrics from a song the mun heard recently.
It's a warm evening, warm enough for him to sit at the steps of his house comfortably. The ancient-looking radio at his feet crackles through another song, soft and muffled. He heard this one before, on the same station. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Wukong hums to the beat and sways from side to side. Soon, the humming starts to sound more like words and by the middle of the song he's singing along quietly-
"'Cause all I need is time and now and I could leave this past behind me... And maybe I'll see a way for me to stay when there's so much out-" He stutters over the line when he feels movement beside him. It feels a little stupid to sing aloud next to someone, even if it's someone he trusts, but stopping here feels even more stupid so he keeps going, eyes focused somewhere on the horizon. The next line comes out a little quieter, softer, but his voice doesn't shake and that'll have to be good enough. "-I'll live forgetting for the time being
And I won't mind when it's over..."
There is an arm wrapped around his shoulders and he leans into the touch as always, head settling on the other's shoulder.
"At least I didn't think for a while."
EDEN - End Credits
#answer#light-imperfected#cause you can wish away forever but you'll never find a thing like today#this one's from me listening to my writing playlist#but also. causing harm
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Send me ' ~♫' For my muse to sing to yours, with random lyrics from a song the mun heard recently.
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musesgonnamuse:
Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.
As a bonus: pick out a song for the muses’ fusion dance.
#@(^memes^)@#tumblr wouldnt load this for like several minutes was almost the last straw for me in this miserable day#anyway! whatever. i'll try to clean up my inbox and delete anything that i cant write finally
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WHAT KIND OF MARK DO YOU LEAVE?
In Love
You're like the romantic interest of all time! You make people fall in love with you- you're just that charming! You've got a way of going about life to where people can't help but stare and admire. You have a sparkle in your eye and a face that beams, and wherever you go, someone will definitely want to follow. You like to live life like a protagonist, but you're not stupidly pretentious about it. You're very well rounded and you don't like arguing unless it's something you REALLY have a passion for. Maybe a bit super giggly from time to time, your sense of humor is sweet and makes everyone laugh. You've got everyone wrapped around your finger- including me!
#@(^memes^)@#ngl i just did it out of curiousity and wasnt going to post this but this result made me laugh#sure! i guess
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doing not great right now so i'd like to request a semi-hiatus for Monkey King here and Levi from Scavenger's Reign. today is 4/10. thanks
Hope everything gets better for you soon! Those semi-hiatuses will be noted for you.
– mod solaris
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He makes a surprised noise at being manhandled but otherwise doesn't protest, snuggling closer instead. This close he can feel Gabriel's skin heating up as he keeps talking which he doesn't comment on, but it does make him hide a smile in the other's shoulder. It's cute. He's cute. How nobody managed to snatch his angel up before he did is something he just can't understand.
"Yeah, I figured that out." Not right away, obviously, but after the whole puppet incident it was pretty easy to connect the dots. He doesn't remember exactly when their first fight happened (only that it was after he gave up trying to escape from the city (it wasn't a good period in his life here)) and he doesn't know who Meryl is (worms?) and this isn't really one of the dates they were talking about and also he's pretty sure that's not how it works (isn't 'anniversary' meant to imply they both were in love then?).
"Sure, we could do late May." Rules are for losers anyway. Wukong nestles into the embrace, eyes closing automatically. If he's not careful, he will fall asleep like this. Quietly, he adds, "I'm sorry about your friend."
He pulls Wukong over like an oversized teddy bear, wrapping his arms around the other guy's torso. "Don't know," he says, lacing his fingers together to loosely trap him there. "I mean, if you want to know—what about the time we fought," he mutters. "like on the isles. that's when i. um. started having a crush on you." His face gets warm instantly, but he finishes, bravely, "I don't remember when that was, though. I guess right after then I—"
He texted Wukong in what, early June? but if he brings that up he thinks he might die of embarrassment. The you're so fast incident. He sometimes doesn't understand why Wukong hadn't just written him off right there.
...he's blushing harder now, forever grateful his skin doesn't show it.
"—texted—Meryl. About worms. At the beginning of June. I don't know if you ever met, though she's not here anymore."
(the chat being gone when he went to open it up for another midnight conversation made him do a double-take.)
He sighs. "So that would be late May?"
#light imperfected#ty tumblr for deleting my completed reply. what the fuck did i even write#anyway shoutout meryl we all love meryl
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The touch is pleasant if distracting and it's a little funny that Gabriel is treating him like his cat. He won't point that out. Not if it stops him from being pet!
"Yeah, I dunno either. It will be closer if we pick July, though-" I wasn't thinking about dating you then. He won't say that (no point in it other than being cruel, which is the last thing he wants), but he definitely never thought they'd end up here, sitting on the couch together less than a year later.
It's weird that it's been less than a year. Usually it takes him longer than that to even fall in love, much less admit it. This city sure had a way of speeding things up. Good things. And bad ones.
Part of him wants to pick July just so they can make it to a year, but that's not guaranteed either, is it?
He really doesn't want to think about that. Turning his head, Wukong places a kiss into Gabriel's palm. "Which date do you want to pick? Not that we have to celebrate it either way, just thought it might be nice."
He blinks, but with the helmet it just looks like he's staring down back at Wukong. They're sitting on the sofa, one of his arms wrapped around Wukong's shoulders. He frowns, scratching the fur above Wukong's ear and smoothing it back into place. More absentminded than intentional.
It's getting warmer, now that it's April (especially welcome because of the snowstorm), and it's a lazy afternoon at Wukong's place. House is oddly empty of monkeys, though, besides Macaque—who's sleeping somewhere on the roof, attracted to the sun-warmed clay tiles and lulled into a nap by the heat.
"Of dating? I thought we started in—"
Okay, so thinking about the time Spamton nearly destroyed a dessert shop to set them up still makes him go invisibly red. "Was it July," he says. "With the puppet? Or—" When the city had come under attack that one time. Or when they'd been made human, and they'd, um.
"I'm not sure what counts," he says, evenly, though he's a bit anxious now that the question's been brought to his attention and he can't find an answer. He hasn't been keeping track. Or didn't know he was supposed to.
#light imperfected#all our threads were fun!#also sorry for starting this and then vanishing didnt mean to do that
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SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE. | accepting
4. A late night text
[txt]: hey bud, have you considered getting a job here?
[txt]: so you wouldn't be tempted to stay up and text people in the middle of the night?
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2. A sad text + 14. A text that wasn’t sent
[txt]: I wish I could just take you back home with me. I think you'd like it there. Could get you a good place somewhere in the city. Or back on the mountain with me, if you'd want that. Would you?
Select all text. Delete.
[txt]: i know it's selfish but sometimes I hope I will be the first one to leave. I mean, it's going to happen eventually, right? We can't stay here forever. And just once I don't want to be the one who has to stay. Is it bad?
Select all text. Delete.
[txt]: I don't think I'd like that if I'm being honest. Putting you into that position. It sucks to lose someone you love, you know? I couldn't do that to you. Besides, I should be used to it by now.
Select all text. Delete.
Maybe he should just go to bed.
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SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.
I’ll randomly generate a number between 1-29 for one of the following:
A funny text
A sad text
A scared text
A late night text
An excited text
A taunting text
An angry text
A frustrated text
A concerned text
A loving text
A confession via text
An accidental text
A wrong number text
A text that wasn’t sent
A text for help
A helpful text
A comforting text
A drunk text
A bad idea text
A rude text
A long text
A one word text
A text asking for advice
A final text
A flirty text
A hyper text
A weird text
A sarcastic text
A heartbreaking text
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Wukong swipes through the calendar app, frowning, clearly trying to calculate something in his head.
"A little over a year, then..." He murmurs, tilts his head up at @light-imperfected. "When do you think our anniversary should be?"
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