#Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time
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Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time: Aftermath and Remix... and Some Stuff Between. Chapter 3
Aftermath: One Last Change
Here we are, the first CANON sequel Aftermath to CTABT! This takes place roughly a year after the epilogue chapter. Tang is... let's just say... Going through it. (There's like... the smallest bit of a suggestive moment in this, so just noting. They're very much dating now.)
This chapter was once again edited by Bucky, thanks for the help!
AO3 Link.
The first thing that Tang heard was the sound of his boyfriend’s (and, wow, it felt amazing to be able to think that with no second guessing) voice. It sounded soft, gentle, and... concerned.
“Tang, honey bun, wake up.”
“Pigsy?” Tang mumbled, slowly coming around to be aware of his surroundings.
This wasn’t their bed. It also wasn’t plush, so it couldn’t be the couch either. There was something soft under him... The doormat? It wasn’t cold or wet, so he couldn’t have been outside. It had been raining horribly the night before so he would have had to be soaking wet if he had managed to somehow fall asleep out there. So it must have been the indoor doormat.
But why would he be sleeping on their doormat?
“Hey, morning,” Pigsy said softly. “How are you feeling?”
It was the same tone the chef used when Tang or MK was sick or hurt and resting in bed. That did not bode well. Tang didn’t FEEL sick, just stiff. Really stiff. Like he did when he was sleeping under their bed during thunderstorms instead of on top of it.
Tang slowly opened his eyes.
“...Why... Why am I sleeping in front of the front door?” he asked slowly.
“You were sleepwalking last night,” Pigsy explained as he helped his boyfriend sit up slowly.
“...I was?” Tang rubbed the sleep from his eyes as best he could.
There was no reason for his boyfriend to lie about that. And as easily as the other could have carried him here? Tang had become a much lighter sleeper after taking on his new bunny form. It was hard not to be when his hearing was so much more intense even with earplugs in overnight.
“You okay?” Pigsy asked, hand on Tang’s shoulder. “I’ve never seen you sleepwalk before.”
That made two of them.
But just because Tang hadn’t seen himself do it? Didn’t mean that he didn’t. He had the dirt stained pajamas hidden away in the closet to prove it.
“I’m just stiff,” the rabbit rebuffed truthfully, stretching out as best he could while on the floor. “Why didn’t you wake me up and take me back to bed?”
“I, uh...” Pigsy flushed red, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I wasn’t sure if that thing about now waking sleepwalkers was... actually a thing. And once you stopped trying to open the door and just laid down I figured I should leave you alone.”
“I actually tried to open the door?” Tang blinked in surprise. “It’s a good thing we keep it locked, I suppose.” He chuckled, standing and bouncing a little in place to bring some feeling back into his legs. “I’m pretty sure that thing about sleepwalkers is partly a myth, hopefully this is a one time thing but if I do it again? It’s completely fine to guide me back to bed, Master Chef.”
Pigsy sighed, shaking his head with a smile as the two of them made their way to the kitchen.
“Alright, funny bunny. Let’s get some breakfast before we head to the shop.”
~
Tang awoke the next morning to a tired and concerned looking Pigsy next to him in bed, holding him firmly in a side hug.
“Pigsy? W—”
“You tried to sleepwalk outside again,” his boyfriend replied. His concern was even more evident this time around. “I... I wasn’t sure if you were going to try again so I wanted to watch you, and then you tried to burrow into the bed until I grabbed ya, and...”
“Did you stay up all night to watch me?” Tang asked, shooting up instantly. He winced, something in his back twinging painfully. Oof, not doing that again. “Pigsy, you have work!”
“It was only for a couple hours!” Pigsy defended as he sat up as well. “I can lose a couple hours makin’ sure you’re okay! I’m worried about you.” The chef pulled his boyfriend down slightly, noting the other’s wince. He paused. “Tang?”
“...I think I slept on my back weird after yesterday,” Tang responded. “It’s still a little stiff.”
“Hmn...” Pigsy hummed for a second before pulling away, patting the bed. “Lay down on your stomach for me? I’m no masseuse, but maybe I can help you out a bit with a massage? Couldn’t hurt to try. And before you say anything, we’re up fifteen minutes before our alarms, and even if we weren’t the shop can wait for a few minutes anyway.”
The way Pigsy looked at him in so much care and concern was sweet. Tang couldn’t help but be grateful that he had fallen in love with someone who was so attentive and willing to take time out of a busy morning to do whatever his partner needed to feel better.
“Well, you make a convincing argument,” Tang said with a chuckle, gently pulling Pigsy closer to give him a soft morning kiss. Then the scholar pulled off his pajama top, not for one second missing the way the chef blushed and let out the soft pig squeal of surprise. Tang winked. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”
“Make it up to me by not sleepwalking again,” Pigsy joked, shaking his head as he started carefully kneading at the rabbit demon’s shoulders.
It didn’t take long for Pigsy to have Tang limp, the bunny grinding his teeth in pure contentment.
~
The massage helped a little, but not quite as much as either of them had hoped. Or for as long. By lunch time, the ache in the scholar’s back had returned almost as bad as before. It was nice while it lasted, he supposed. But there was no hiding the fact he was constantly rearranging himself and trying to stretch the ache out when he had the chance. He had given up trying to do any reading after the first hour of pain, instead opting to go for a walk to the nearby bookstore.
All it got him was fresh air and a new pile of books, but overall it could have been much worse.
He should have guessed that his unusual behavior would have garnered some attention from the only other person who was staying in the shop for a prolonged period outside Pigsy.
“Pops?” MK asked. The kid rested his hand on the scholar’s back for a split second before a wince made him immediately draw back. “Something’s wrong.”
“I’m f—”
“No, you’re not,” MK said firmly. “You’re not, please don’t say you’re fine.”
Tang winced again, not in pain but from MK’s words. He was doing it again, wasn’t he? Keeping things a secret. He had promised the kid that unless it was something specifically private he would be more honest about things after the whole ‘turning into a rabbit demon’ thing.
“...My back has been hurting me since this morning,” Tang admitted with a sigh. “I think I slept on it wrong, but... I can’t be sure. Pigsy says I’ve been sleepwalking.”
“That’s definitely new.”
“...Actually, hehe...”
“Pops,” MK said firmly. “I thought you said you told us everything already!”
“I know,” Tang admitted, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to alleviate the pain once again. He looked up, catching Pigsy’s eye as he looked back at his family in concern. “It’s just... I sleepwalked once before, during my transformation when my normal rabbit instincts were starting to take over. I don’t have a good reason for not telling you, except that it scared me when it happened. And after a while I felt it wasn’t that important since it didn’t happen again. Until the last couple nights...”
“You don’t think it could be related to the curse, do you?” MK asked in concern.
“No,” Tang said with a shake of his head quickly, putting his hands up in a practiced motion to keep his ears from hitting himself in the face. “No, I definitely had someone check that the curse was completely done and gone long ago. It can’t be that... Unless it’s just something from the transformation that was dormant for a while.”
MK hummed, much in the way a certain chef did when he was concerned. Tang could see so much of Pigsy in that boy. “Hang on a sec, I’ll be right back.”
“Hey, where are you—!” Pigsy shouted, not able to finish his sentence before MK flew out the door on a cloud. “—going... I swear, that kid is only patient when he is making dinner.”
“That means you must be a pretty good teacher,” Tang said with a chuckle. “You might give Sun Wukong a run for his money.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, fuzzbutt,” Pigsy said, earning a fake offended gasp from his boyfriend. “We’re practically already married.”
“Might it at least get me some extra carrot tops in my soup at least?” Tang asked, exaggeratedly batting his eyelashes.
“Hmmmmmmmmm... Perhaps.”
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As it turned out, it did get him extra carrot tops.
It was so odd to see Pigsy making something that wasn’t his family recipe or something traditional. But the joy and gratitude that Tang had that there was now a delicious soup he could eat with no worry about his new dietary restrictions surpassed that.
It almost went to waste when one Monkie Kid and Monkey King flew right through the open door and shocked the living daylights out of the couple inside.
Tang supposed the new reflexes granted to him by his new form came in handy when he was able to narrowly avoid disaster.
It took no time at all for Sun Wukong to get the truth out of the scholar, nodding along as he listened intently. He had his eyes glowing gold the whole time, looking over him with some... bemused confusion.
“Why didn’t you tell us before?” the immortal asked in a tone that was more lighthearted than anything else.
“I was embarrassed,” Tang admitted. “And it was just my rabbit instincts kicking in. Or I thought it was... Do you think it could still be related even though the curse has run its course? What if it’s something else?"
Sun Wukong pondered for a moment in thought. “I think...” he began. “You’re stressed and that’s probably what’s causing the sleepwalking. I honestly don’t detect anything new with your form. Your powers...” The sage shrugged with a forced smile. “I am not the person to really judge, but I think they may be reacting to that stress. They feel stronger to me.”
“My... powers,” Tang repeated, looking down at his hands for a moment. In an instant, they glowed gold, the bowl in front of him lifting as he focused on it. Then that faded away as he slowly put it down. “Maybe. I have been practicing with them a lot since they came back to me.”
“I wish I could tell you anything else,” Sun Wukong said with a shrug. “But the person to ask if would be the last Golden Cicada reincarnation. And I, uh... don’t really know where he is. He’s gotta be around, since he passed them to you, but...”
The Monkey King shrugged, strained half a smile still on his face.
Pigsy and Tang shared a look, carefully hiding their guilt at knowing exactly where Tang Sanzang was. But it was not their place to expose him, not yet. He had promised to contact his lost disciple soon, once he had done... something up in the Celestial Realm. And he should be back by the next day...
“Well, I appreciate you coming here and giving me a look over,” Tang finally said, an honest smile on his face. “I’ll try not to stress myself out too much tonight.”
“Good,” Sun Wukong, returning the grin in kind. “If you try to do it again tonight... I guess I’ll see what else I can do. I AM the Great Sage, after all, I can figure it out!”
“Sure ya can,” Pigsy said under his breath with a roll of his eyes, but Tang could see the small smile on his face. Less unbelieving, more fond exacerbation.
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“Maybe we should see what happens if we leave the door unlocked?” Pigsy chanced, setting down his chopsticks as they ate dinner. “I could watch over you while you sleepwalk to... wherever it is you’re heading off to. Maybe you’re trying to get to somewhere specific?”
“Absolutely not,” Tang pushed back instantly. “You have work in the morning, and I am not going to have you stay up all night just to watch me.”
“We could call in Sandy,” Pigsy offered. “I’m just... worried about you, Tang.”
“I know,” the scholar nodded. “And I appreciate it. I just don’t want you to push yourself trying to take care of me. Sandy... We can ask Sandy. I’m fine with asking him for help. Maybe tomorrow. After we talk to Tripitaka.”
“Okay,” Pigsy agreed. Both of them returned to dinner without mentioning their concerns for the rest of it.
They didn’t mention it the whole time they got ready for bed either, just enjoying the other’s attention while settling into their normal night time routine.
Both of them were reading a book on each side of the bed. It was a comfortable silence, the two content simply being near each other. That is, until Pigsy put his book down and slowly scooted closer to his partner.
“You don’t look very interested in reading that,” the chef noted as he peeked at the book Tang was holding.
“I’m really not,” Tang admitted with a chuckle. “The summary sounded interesting, but it’s very overwritten. Way too much detail that isn’t necessary.”
“Hmn... Maybe we can do something that’s also not necessary but will keep your attention way better,” Pigsy smirked. He leaned up to press a kiss on Tang’s neck, then more, hand roaming into the slightly open top of the robe his partner was wearing.
Normally, Tang would have leaned into the touches eagerly. He had hinted at wanting to do so early that morning! But...
The hand on his torso froze. “You okay?” Pigsy asked. His hand pulled up, still under the robe but resting on Tang’s chest more as a supportive measure. “Not feeling it?”
“Not... really?” Tang admitted. “I’m sorry, I know I said I wanted to before but—”
“No buts,” Pigsy said as he moved to lay down against his boyfriend. “If you’re not feeling it, then you’re not feeling it. Is there anything else you’d rather do instead?”
By the entire Celestial Realm, Tang loved Pigsy. Loved how supportive he was. How understanding he was. How he didn’t push him unless it was for his health and well-being, how he noticed little things Tang wouldn’t or didn’t. He loved Pigsy so much.
“Okay,” Tang started, pulling one of his ears down to rub his claws through the fur. “I would... appreciate if you could... rub my back and neck for me again? Please? They felt so much better after you massaged them this morning, even if it didn’t last very long.”
Pigsy stared at him for a moment, giving a sighing chuckle before turning his boyfriend around on the bed and lifting up the robe for him.
“You don’t have to ask like that,” he said. “I’m more than happy to.”
And it helped, once again. It helped a lot. They didn’t end up doing anything more than the massage and a few tender kisses under the blanket, but it was enough.
“I love you, Tang,” Pigsy whispered as he pulled his husbunny closer. He tucked his snout into the crook of the rabbit’s neck, snuggling against the soft fur that was exposed under the robe.
“I love you too, Pigsy,” Tang replied, leaning his own head into the crook of Pigsy’s neck. The chef’s skin was warm and soft, the residual smell of noodles never quite leaving him. “We’ll get through this.”
“I know,” Pigsy agreed. “We got through worse.”
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Tang didn’t wake up in bed.
He didn’t wake up in their apartment either.
Instead, he woke up to Pigsy shouting his name, the cold air of the outdoors rubbing his fur and grime caked to it the wrong way.
“Pigsy, what... What happened?” he asked. His tongue felt like lead.
“You got outside!” Pigsy said, pulling him into a tight hug. “I-I don’t know how, but you unlocked the door in your sleep! I woke up and the door was open and you weren’t inside and I ran around looking for you until I followed your footprints and found you in the ground!”
“In... the ground?” Tang blinked. It felt like his head was full of fluff, making it hard to think clearly.
“Shit, shit, shit, come on, let’s—” Pigsy paused, breathing heavily. “Let’s get you inside. You’re covered in mud and it’s freezing. I’m gonna give you a hot bath and see if Sandy can check if Tripitaka is back in his dock boat.”
“‘Kay...” It was all Tang could think to reply with as Pigsy picked him up with practiced ease.
He was vaguely aware of being taken inside, of the warm air of the apartment they lived in warming him comfortably. Being taken to the bathroom and instructed to stay upright as much as possible while Pigsy filled the tub and began undressing him. He could hear Pigsy talking on the phone with someone, but he couldn’t make out what was being said.
Warm. It was warm. It would be nice to just... rest for a while... yeah...
The feeling of hands tightly gripping his shoulders roused Tang back into consciousness. Quickly, he was guided to the tub. And then... HEAT. The warmth of the tub was so overwhelming, he couldn’t help but whimper at it. But it wasn’t bad. Rather, it felt amazing. Pigsy’s hands running through his fur, scrubbing all the caked dirt and mud from his burrowing session, felt even better. Despite knowing that being in water was dangerous for him, Tang almost tried to resist as Pigsy pulled him out of the tub.
The warmth of the hair dryer was nice, but not as nice as the warmth of the bath.
He felt himself being carried back into their bedroom, dressed in his pajamas, and then laid down in bed. Pigsy didn’t join him, instead pulling out his phone again and making another call as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Tang’s back ached horribly. He tossed and turned under the blanket, trying his best to burrow into the sheets. Just as he started to fall asleep, his head started to hurt.
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“Why the hell do I feel so disgusting?” Tang muttered as he woke to the sound of Pigsy and someone else conversing loudly in the next room over.
His back still ached, but not in the same way it seemed. And it felt like he had soaked the underside of the sheets and his fur in sweat. But it didn’t... smell that way. He didn’t know what this smell was, or what this dampness was. It didn’t feel like sweat either, it was more viscous.
Like mucus or something, as disgusting as that sounded for him to think.
When he sat up, he noted how the blanket almost stuck to his back. Or... not his back.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt.
And he knew what it felt like for something to slide across damp or slimy fur thanks to a science experiment gone wrong from a certain pair of twins.
This felt like...
His shoulders tensed and something MOVED with them that wasn’t there before.
His ears perked up. And so did something else on his head that WASN’T his ears.
Tang shot up in less than a second, ripping the blanket off and looking at the mirror on the dresser in front of their bed.
He screamed.
“TANG!” He heard Pigsy yell as two sets of footsteps rushed into the bedroom. “Tang, are you—what the FUCK is that!?”
“THAT’S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!” Tang yelled. “Is this blood, am I covered in blood!?
A closer look revealed that it was, in fact, blood. But the things that the blood were covering were making him truly shriek.
Drooping from his back and still slightly damp were insect wings. Cicada wings, if Tang had to make an educated guess. There were two pairs of them: a pair of larger forewings and a smaller pair of hindwings. Gold veins crisscrossed the otherwise clear membranes.
"WHY DO I HAVE WINGS?" Tang screamed, before immediately flinching and covering the sides of his head. Then he shrieked yet again when SOMETHING moved on his head for a second time. “WHAT’S ON MY HEAD!?”
“Ah, so that is what it was,” a new voice said. Tang looked up to see... Tang. Or rather Tang Sanzang, who was standing next to Pigsy and sighing in relief. The monk placed a hand on his chest. “For a moment I was concerned it may have been something else. But it seems everything has come in without issue.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Pigsy shouted, turning on the monk instantly. “Did you know this would happen? Is it the curse? Did we miss something? Is he turning into a BUG NOW!?”
Tang’s ears—and whatever the other things on his head were—jerked up. “I’M WHAT!?”
“No,” Tang Sanzang said calmly, holding up a hand. “No, I assure you that you are not turning into a bug. Nor did we miss something with the curse. But I did know this would happen... granted, not nearly as soon as this...” He paused, putting a hand on his chin in thought. “I suppose it is a good thing I came back when I did. Your blue friend was quite concerned and confused as to why you were frantically calling a dock worker at five in the morning.”
“Wait, you knew this would happen?” Tang asked, flinched as he felt the wings on his back flutter. “Oh, that feels so GROSS when they’re wet! Ew, ew, ew! Pigsy, please bring me a wet towel once we figure this out!”
“Why, one of the next steps in your Golden Cicada powers manifesting,” Tang Sanzang answered plainly. As if it was the most normal statement in the world. “I returned to the Celestial Realm to check up on some things regarding them, and had intended to guide you through your process of awakening them. But it seems your instincts figured it out without my assistance.”
“So this was supposed to happen?” Pigsy asked, arms crossed with a raised brow. He stepped over to the bed and winced as he picked up the blood covered sheets.
“Yes,” the monk replied. “But again, not this soon. And I did intend to inform you. The timing was just very poor.”
“Am I doomed to a life of poor timing?” Tang asked the ceiling. “Is this the curse coming back to haunt me?”
“I dunno, but something’s comin back to haunt someone,” a fourth voice said, making everyone jump and turn to the corner of the room no one had been paying attention to.
The one behind the door.
Bathed in shadow.
The face of one Six Eared Macaque peaked around and stared at Tang Sanzang with wide eyes.
“Oh... Oh dear,” the monk gulped as he backed up. “Uh... You do not... see me?”
“Oh, I saw you alright,” Macaque said. “It’s gonna be hard to unsee you and not tell a certain king that the person he has been obsessively thinking about since bunny boy over there got his bug powers has been here the whooooole time.”
“You wouldn’t,” the great monk countered.
“What the hell are you doing in our house!?” Pigsy yelled.
“Super hearing, remember? I can hear bunbun scream from anywhere in the city.” Macaque said with a shrug. “Also, I can be bribed with waffle fries.”
Tang laid face down on the bed, softly screaming into his pillow.
It was going to be a long morning.
#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#bunny tang#lmk tang#lmk pigsy#freenoodleshipping#lmk mk#lmk sun wukong#lmk monkey king#lmk tang sanzang#lmk tripitaka#cotton tails and borrowed time#lmk six eared macaque#lmk liu er mihou
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Okay, so I finally got around to reading "Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time" by @skellebonez, and I needed to draw Bunny Tang.
Not necessarily a particular scene, I just wanted to draw him. I like how he touches his ears a lot.
Also, I'm not that good at drawing anthropomorphic characters, so Tang does not look too good here.
#art#digital art#fanart#i love shading#au#Tang monkie kid#tang lmk#Monkie kid#LMK#lego monkie kid#bunny tang#cotton tails and borrowed time#i almost wrote burrowed time goddamnit-#check out the fic and the author theyre hella good#also heterochromia tang is an amazing headcanon#fkwjxoedk#what other thiughts do i have....#hmmm no more i guess#Freenoodleshipping#Freenoodles
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Scattered Cicadas - Chapter Twenty One: Shining With Joy (Part 2)
The changes in Tang’s life never seem to stop. Luckily there are moments that shine bright enough to make them worth it.
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Tang was roused from a peaceful sleep by the sound of distant shouting. He tried to sit up but blinked in surprise when his head hit the ceiling. What in the world?
It was dark, and smelled of upturned soil. Was he underground? There was a faint light coming from one direction so he crawled towards it. He discovered a tunnel leading upwards and began making his way up. As he approached the entrance, he could start making out the voices a bit better. It sounded like they were calling his name.
Tang surfaced and looked around. The hole- burrow, he absently realized- had been dug right up against the airship. The shouting was coming from above, probably on deck.
He stepped out of the burrow and examined himself. He expected the dirt in his fur, but where had his clothes gone? With a grumble he plucked out a strand of fur, blowing on it to make a pair of shorts and pulling them on. He was not pleased with how his morning was going.
Sleepwalking was one thing. Sleepwalking while nude and digging a huge hole in the ground was another.
“I’m down here,” Tang called up to the deck once he was modest.
“Tang!” Pigsy, MK, and Sandy all leaned over the side of the railing to look down at Tang.
“Are you alright?” Pigsy called with concern. “I woke up and you were gone and none of us could find you on board!”
“I’m fine! I think I was sleepwalking. I, uh, might have been sleep-digging as well.”
“Sleep-digging?”
“I woke up in a burrow dug under the ship.”
There was a silence for a moment as the three just stared at him.
“Okay, that’s… Whatever.” Pigsy shook his head. “We’ll deal with that later. Just come around to the entrance while we go tell the others we found you.”
“Alright.”
Tang sighed as they disappeared back over the railing. He looked at the hole he had apparently dug. He and Wukong had guessed his rabbit instincts would kick in at some point, but he hadn’t expected just three days later.
Shaking his head he started making his way to the entrance. It was just something else he’d have to adjust to. It wasn’t too big of a problem if he was honest. He didn’t mind the dirt and that burrow had been kind of cozy. They’d probably have to do something about his bedroom so this wouldn’t happen while they were mid-flight though…
Tang shivered a bit and rubbed his arms. The chill in the air could be felt even through his fur. He looked up at the overcast sky and blinked. Those were certainly not rain clouds.
Sure enough, as he reached the ship’s main entrance and accepted a blanket and hug from Pigsy, snow began to softly fall. He shuddered again and turned to go inside. Tang liked snow, he just wished it wasn’t so white.
It was also hard to appreciate when one was half naked. He really hoped sleepwalking in just his fur wouldn’t become a habit.
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“I know you said you’d be shedding, but this is ridiculous,” Pigsy grunted as brushed Tang’s back. “I didn’t think there’d be this much.” He pulled the brush away and let the clump it had collected drop to growing piles of chocolate and reddish brown fur on the floor.
“Rabbits normally have all Autumn to shed their Summer coats as their Winter ones grow in,” Tang explained as he brushed his arm. “However, since it’s near the end of Autumn and I woke up in the cold last week, my fur seems to have decided to do it all in one go.” He swapped the brush to his other paw and began working on his other arm.
“Well at least you shouldn’t be wandering outside to dig holes in the middle of the night again,” Pigsy said. “The kids did a great job on redecorating.”
Tang hummed in agreement as he looked around. MK, Mei, and Red Son had all worked together to transform his room to make it feel like an underground den. MK had masterfully painted the walls to give it the appearance of solid earth. Mei designed some light fixtures that looked like roots hanging from the ceiling. Red Son provided some incense that made the room smell like freshly turned soil.
Along with the blackout curtains over the window, the atmosphere soothed Tang’s rabbit instincts. He hadn’t had another sleepwalking incident since.
“Done with your back,” Pigsy reported. “Stand up so I can brush that cute butt of yours.”
“You sure you don’t want to do the front?” Tang teased as he stood and moved on to brushing his chest.
“Not with all this loose fur flying around,” Pigsy said seriously. He knelt and began to gently brush under Tang’s tail. “Don’t want to be spitting up hairballs.”
“Ah. Right.” He paused in his brushing. “Now why would the fur be getting in your mouth?”
“Shut it.”
Tang continued to shed for another few days. He was honestly surprised by the sheer volume of fur that had come off his body. Unsure on what to do with it, they had stuffed it all in a trash bag and stored it in his closet for now.
His new Winter coat was certainly much thicker. That meant it was fluffier, much to Pigsy’s delight. It also meant it was warmer, much to Tang’s dismay. With the heater running on board the ship at almost all times now, Tang was always a short burst of exertion away from overheating. He had to ditch his normal outfit of robes and pants for a t-shirt and shorts just to stay at a comfortable temperature.
He supposed it could be worse. At least Pigsy wanted to cuddle more often now. Tang chinned the top of his partner’s head and purred in satisfaction as they sat together under a blanket. The living room’s fireplace crackled merrily as the others all conversed and laughed together.
Yes, it certainly wasn’t all bad.
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The search for a way to defeat Lady Bone Demon hadn’t been put on hold just for Tang. Wukong’s map had four locations marked on it, corresponding with four artifacts relating to the seasons. Once brought together, they could be used to seal almost anything away for good.
Summer’s artifact, a sunstone encrusted ceremonial fan, had been obtained before Tang had even awoken this cycle. The artifact for Autumn, a decorative wheel with topazes set into the center and at each spot where the spokes connected with the rim, had apparently been picked up while he was relearning how to walk.
The Winter artifact, a scepter capped with a large moonstone, had been their next target.
‘Had’ being the operative word there. As of three days ago, it was resting safely inside the ship’s vault. Finding the shrine it had been kept at and proving themselves to its guardian hadn’t been the problem.
The problem was that it was apparently cursed, and it spread to everyone on board. They hadn’t known anything was wrong at first. But it became rather clear once instruments seemed to play from nowhere while Wukong and Macaque began performing a duet about their conflicting feelings for the other at dinner.
Tang had to admit to being impressed. Both by the singing skills of the mortally embarrassed monkeys and by the ingenuity of a musical curse. He had examined the scepter and determined that there was no way to break the spell without destroying the artifact as well. It would eventually wear out from what he could tell. As for how long they would have to wait…
He swore his ears were still ringing from their shouts when he had informed them it could potentially last for weeks.
Tang hadn’t thought it to be too bad at first. Some of the songs were pretty fun and were mostly nonsense things about what activities they were performing. His tune quickly changed after he and Pigsy had to retreat in mortification after singing a rather saucy and suggestive ditty to each other in front of an equally mortified MK.
Mei was having the most fun out of this if the amount of popcorn buckets she was going through was any indication.
Breakfast was currently a tense affair. No one spoke in fear of accidentally triggering a song. They all kept their heads down and avoided eye contact to prevent any thoughts from popping up that could lead to a performance that made them unwillingly bare their souls.
“Ugh!” MK groaned in frustration after nearly thirty minutes of uncomfortable silence. Tang was impressed with how long he had lasted.
“This is stupid!” He stood and began pacing. “Why are we all worked up over this? It’s just some singing, right?”
“I think it’s less the singing and more being forced to express your deepest darkest emotions,” Red Son drawled.
“But that’s the thing,” MK continued, waving his hands for emphasis. “We’ve all been stuck together for months now. We’ve gotten to know each other pretty well, no matter how some of you tried to stop it. We should know most of each other's hang ups by now.” He turned to face them all. “What are we afraid of?”
“It’s… embarrassing to bring some of those emotions out for everyone to see,” Tang coughed. “For example, mine and Pigsy’s little song…”
“But why?” MK began pacing again. “You are grown, married adults. It’s normal to have those kinds of thoughts about each other! And we’re all adults who understand what people in love get up to! Why are we embarrassed about that? About any of this?”
Tang had to admit those were some pretty good points and he wasn’t sure how to respond.
“It’s hard to be completely open like that,” Sandy explained after a few moments of silence. “It makes us feel exposed. Vulnerable. Free to be mocked and ridiculed.”
“That’s stupid!” MK scoffed. “It’s only us here! We’re so close, we’re practically family! Which of us would make fun of someone just for having emotions?”
“What would you have us do, bud?” Wukong asked. “I’m sure you have an idea if you're this upset about it.”
“Yeah! We stop caring!” He looked at all the blank stares he was getting and quickly started expanding on what he meant. “Not in general, I mean. We stop caring about what others think about how we feel! I’m sure none of us would actually judge each other about anything outside of poking a little fun. We’re all messy, kinda broken, mostly mortal beings who know a lot about each other already. We should stop being afraid to just… feel around each other.”
“So… We don’t kill the cringe, we kill the part of us that cringes?” Mei simplified.
“Exactly!”
“You talk as if it’s easy,” Macaque derided. “Why don’t you lead by example and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Fine! I will!” MK marched over and pulled Red Son out of his chair.
“Wait! I didn’t agree to be a part of this!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll just have to stand there.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better!”
“Trust me,” MK said softly. “Please?”
“I…” Red Son swallowed. “Alright.”
“Thank you.”
MK took a breath and began to tap his hand against his leg. Predictably, music began to play. He smiled and looked up into Red Son’s eyes and started to sing.
“You're Better Than The Best
I'm Lucky Just To Linger In Your Light
Cooler Than The Flip-Side Of My Pillow, That's Right
“Completely Unaware
Nothing Can Compare To Where You Send Me
It Lets Me Know That It's Okay (Yeah, It's Okay)
And The Moments When My Good Times Start To Fade”
“Oh no,” Red Son groaned and buried his face in his hands. He couldn’t quite hide how bright his ears were turning or how his hair started to spark.
“You Make Me Smile Like The Sun
Fall Out Of Bed
Sing Like A Bird
Dizzy In My Head
Spin Like A Record
Crazy On A Sunday Night
You Make Me Dance Like A Fool
Forget How To Breathe
Shine Like Gold
Buzz Like A Bee
Just The Thought Of You Can Drive Me Wild
Oh, You Make Me Smile”
Red Son peeked out from behind his fingers. MK simply smiled at him and held out his hand in invitation.
“Even When You're Gone
Somehow You Come Along
Just Like A Flower Poking Through The Sidewalk Crack
And Just Like That
You Steal Away The Rain
And Just Like That”
Red Son gave in and took the offered hand. MK pulled him close and began to swing them around as he sang the second chorus.
“You Make Me Smile Like The Sun
Fall Out Of Bed
Sing Like A Bird
Dizzy In My Head
Spin Like A Record
Crazy On A Sunday Night
You Make Me Dance Like A Fool
Forget How To Breathe
Shine Like Gold
Buzz Like A Bee
Just The Thought Of You Can Drive Me Wild
Oh, You Make Me Smile”
Red Son joined in as they danced, seeming just as surprised as everyone else.
“Don't Know How I Live Without You
Cause Every Time That I Get Around You
I See The Best Of Me Inside Your Eyes
You Make Me Smile”
He pulled MK to a stop and rested his forehead against his while staring into his eyes. He sang directly to him this time.
“You Make Me Dance Like A Fool
Forget How To Breathe
Shine Like Gold
Buzz Like A Bee
Just The Thought Of You Can Drive Me Wild”
MK grinned widely as they both began to dance and sing the final chorus together.
“You Make Me Smile Like The Sun
Fall Out Of Bed
Sing Like A Bird
Dizzy In My Head
Spin Like A Record
Crazy On A Sunday Night
You Make Me Dance Like A Fool
Forget How To Breathe
Shine Like Gold
Buzz Like A Bee
Just The Thought Of You Can Drive Me Wild
Oh, You Make Me Smile
Oh, You Make Me Smile
Oh, You Make Me Smile”
The two stood there embracing for a moment before returning to the table. MK grinned as he looked over everyone.
“So?”
“That was pretty impressive, kid,” Pigsy said. “But- and I’d hate to be agreeing with Macaque-”
“Oi!”
“-I think you don’t get how hard this is going to be.” He sighed at MK’s look of dejection. “We’ll still try and keep what you’ve said in mind, but… Just don’t expect us to be comfortable with this overnight is all I’m saying.”
“That’s fair I guess,” MK sighed. “Can we at least stop avoiding each other because we’re afraid a song might start?”
“That’s a reasonable request,” Sandy agreed. “We should probably all promise to not pester each other about things we might reveal about ourselves while singing as well.”
“Does that mean I can’t give Red Son a shovel talk?” Pigsy narrowed his eyes at the suddenly nervous young demon.
“Dadsy!”
“Pigsy!”
“Alright fine,” Pigsy relented to the reprimands from his son and partner. “Just consider yourself warned for now.”
“Understood,” Red Son nodded quickly.
The tension slowly faded away as short conversations began picking up. Tang wasn’t sure how many of them had taken MK’s words to heart. He himself understood where the young man was coming from. Had this happened before his imprisonment, he would have been completely on board.
As it was, he had quite a bit of trauma he was still dealing with and would probably continue dealing with far into future cycles. He wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of being forced to sing about some of things he had gone through. There were some experiences he wasn’t ready to confront yet, and he didn’t like that choice being taken from him.
He’d at least try, for MK if nothing else. But Tang couldn’t help but silently hope the spell wore off sooner rather than later.
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With the onset of Winter, it had been decided that they needed to settle down in one place for the season. The Spring artifact couldn’t be retrieved until its season so there was no point wasting energy flying around running from Lady Bone Demon’s forces. Half of their supplies had also been supplemented by foraging and that just wouldn’t be possible during the next few months. Camping out in a single spot, preferably someplace close to some sort of civilization, while they waited for the season to pass would allow them to get some rest and relaxation before the hunt began again in Spring.
Wukong’s song about this plan had been pretty catchy if Tang was to be honest.
It took them nearly a week to find a good spot. A forest clearing set right against a mountain that was partially hidden by some overhanging cliffs. It was also only a few dozen miles from a rather large city. A relatively short distance for Wukong to quickly fly over and get supplies for them all.
Tang was certain he had heard of Lantern City before in past cycles, but had never had the opportunity to visit. Hopefully Wukong would be willing to bring some of them along after scouting the place out.
Before they could properly settle in, they needed to prepare the clearing. That meant removing quite a bit of snow and ice that had already formed as well as carving some more permanent wards into the rock.
Tang was uniquely suited for the second task thanks to his earth shaping abilities. He had already carved runes all along the cliffs and was currently inscribing some stones that would be placed around the edges of the clearing amongst the trees. The others all worked away with shovels nearby to try and clear the snow from where they wanted to park the ship.
It was all rather monotonous work. Repetitive as well. Perhaps even rhythmic…
Tang sighed at that thought as music started to play, making the others all groan as well as they began to sing.
“Born Of Cold And Winter Air
And Mountain Rain Combining
This Icy Force Both Foul And Fair
Has A Frozen Heart Worth Mining”
It was a working song Tang realized as he began to carve in time with the beat. At least the lyrics seemed appropriate for their tasks.
“So Cut Through The Heart, Cold And Clear
Strike For Love And Strike For Fear
See The Beauty, Sharp And Sheer
Split The Ice Apart
And Break The Frozen Heart”
The others were all scooping up snow and ice in time as well. They began to synchronize their movements as they sang.
“Hyup! Ho! Watch Your Step! Let it go!
Hyup! Ho! Watch Your Step! Let it go!
“Beautiful!
Powerful!
Dangerous!
Cold!
Ice Has A Magic, Can't Be Controlled
Stronger Than One! Stronger Than Ten!
Stronger Than A Hundred Men!
“Hyup!”
They all picked up their pace as the song sped up.
“Born Of Cold And Winter Air
And Mountain Rain Combining
This Icy Force Both Foul And Fair
Has A Frozen Heart Worth Mining
“Cut Through The Heart, Cold And Clear
Strike For Love And Strike For Fear
There's Beauty And There's Danger Here
Split The Ice Apart
Beware The Frozen Heart”
Tang shuddered a bit at that last line as the song began to repeat itself. He already had a healthy dose of fear for someone who’s heart was cold and frozen. The reminder wasn’t necessary for him.
At least the song helped them finish their tasks faster than expected. They parked the ship and charged the wards with plenty of time before sunset. It seemed they were just in time as well. The clouds above that had been threatening to dump even more snow on them finally began to drop their icy loads barely an hour after they finished.
They celebrated the start of what Macaque jokingly called their Winter Vacation with hot chocolate and movies. Tang did his best to enjoy himself. But he couldn’t help but feel apprehensive as he watched the snow through the windows. He hoped it was just his discomfort from the song earlier and not a sign of things to come.
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The recovery process was not linear. It was slow, taking a few steps at a time. Even if you felt you were getting better it was possible something could happen to cause you to backslide. And no matter what, there would always be the occasional bad day.
Today was a bad day for Tang.
He hadn’t wanted to get out of bed. His responses to being addressed were short and clipped. He felt lethargic and didn’t have an appetite.
The constant snowfall wasn’t helping. Two weeks since they had settled into the clearing and it had not stopped since that first day. The endless white made Tang feel nauseous on a normal day. It was nearly unbearable today.
He had escaped to the therapy cat room, hoping that spending some time with cute animals would help. He stared off into space as he absently pet one of the cats.
Why? Why was he feeling this way? Weren’t things getting better? Hadn’t he been cared for and surrounded by love? He’d been so good so far.
Music began to play. Tang, not really caring, allowed it to take a hold of him and began to sing. The cats joined in as back up vocals, which thanks to the magic of the curse actually sounded good.
“I've Been So Good, I've Been Helpful And Friendly
I've Been So Good, Why Am I Feeling Empty?
I've Been So Good, I've Been So Good This Year
I've Been So Good, But It's Still Getting Harder
I've Been So Good, Where The Hell Is The Karma?
I've Been So Good, I've Been So Good This Year”
“Tang?” Sandy stepped into the room and frowned in concern. “Is everything fine?”
Tang looked up and shook his head as he continued.
“Why, Are You Asking Me Why?
My Days And Nights Are Filled With Disappointment
Fine, Oh No, Everything's Fine
I'm Not Sure Why I Booked Today's Appointment
“I've Been So Good, I've Been Helpful And Friendly
I've Been So Good, Why Am I Feeling Empty?
I've Been So Good, I've Been So Good This Year
I've Been So Good, But It's Still Getting Harder
I've Been So Good, Where The Hell Is The Karma?
I've Been So Good, I've Been So Good This Year”
Sandy locked the door behind him and moved to sit next to Tang. He placed his arm around the rabbit demon’s shoulder and pulled him into a side hug while he kept singing.
“What, Am I Normal Or Not?
Am I Crazier Than Other Patients?
Right, I've Done Everything Right
So Where's The Karma Doc, I've Lost My Patience
“'Cause I've Been So Good, I've Been Working My Ass Off
I've Been So Good, Still, I'm Lonely And Stressed Out
I've Been So Good, I've Been So Good This Year
And I've Been So Good, But It's Still Getting Harder
I've Been So Good, Where The Hell Is The Karma?
I've Been So Good, I've Been So Good This Year”
Tang’s blank expression began to fall during the bridge as the upbeat music contrasted with the lyrics sung so far.
“Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
I've Been So Good This Year
I've Been So Good This Year”
The music grew quiet as Tang gripped at Sandy’s arm. Tears began to spill from his eyes as his tone changed from dejected to pleading as he sang the final few lines.
“Time, I Know We're Out Of Time
But What If Sad Thoughts Come And I Can't Stop It?
Bye, I Don't Wanna Say Bye
If Only I Could Keep You In My Pocket
To Give Me Some Diagnosis Of Why I'm So Hollow
Please Give Me Instructions, I Promise I'll Follow
I Tripped On My Ankle And Banged Up My Elbow
But Doesn't That Mean That Our Plan Will Go Well Though?
I Try To Explain The Good Faith That's Been Wasted
But After An Hour It Sounds Like Complaining
Wait, Don't Go Away, Can I Lie Here Forever?
You Say That I'm Better
Why Don't I Feel Better?
The Universe Works In Mysterious Ways
But I'm Starting To Think It Ain't Working For Me
Doctor, Should I Be Good?
Should I Be Good This Year?”
Tang sobbed as Sandy pulled him into a full hug.
“It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not fair…”
“Shh. I know it’s not. I’m here.”
Tang just continued to cry into Sandy’s shoulder. The song had dredged up emotions he hadn’t realized he had been feeling. He would probably feel better about getting them out in the open in a few days. But right now? He resented being forced to perform such hard emotional labor against his will.
Today was a bad day for Tang.
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The weather stayed relatively mild after the month-long storm finally broke. If it did snow it would usually only last for a day or two before returning to mostly sunny skies. The eight of them spent quite a bit of time outdoors, building snowmen or starting snowball fights. They even occasionally had late night campfires, drinking hot cocoa and looking up at the brilliantly shining stars.
Being able to leave the ship and stretch their leg was doing wonders on their mental health. Everyone was rather cheerful in spite of the cold. Of course, sometimes it was just better to huddle together indoors next to a cozy fire.
Tang sighed as he leaned against Pigsy. It was nice to just sit around in a comfortable silence every once and a while. This time he knew everyone was enjoying themselves if the gentle whispers he heard were any indication.
He blinked in surprise when he felt Pigsy begin to stroke the fur on his head. It was rather nice actually. He began to lean into his touch, trying to get him to apply more pressure. Pigsy chuckled and got the hint, beginning to lightly scratch Tang’s scalp.
“A little lower,” Tang muttered. “Oh! Oh yeah right there…”
Tang’s leg began to bounce. Then Pigsy shifted his fingers slightly to just behind his ear. Tang moaned as his foot began to thump rapidly against the floor. It was pure bliss.
Tang cracked an eye open when he heard someone giggle. Mei was holding her phone up, most likely recording the interaction. Not the minded really, but he couldn’t let her just get away with it.
“You better delete that before I take your phone,” he threatened playfully, still thumping his foot.
“Make me!”
“Alright.”
He leapt up without warning, causing Mei to squeal and dash out of the way. Tang chased her around the room, ‘missing’ her by just inches as he tried to grab her. He pretended to trip over things or overextend himself in his pursuit, earning giggles and laughter from his prey and their audience.
“It seems the dragon is too quick for the rabbit,” Tang gasped over-dramatically several minutes later. “I must admit defeat!”
“Hell yeah!” Mei did a victory lap around the room as the others all cheered along.
Tang felt a warmth growing in his chest as he watched the scene. His eyes grew heavy and a soft smile spread across his face. He sat down in front of the fireplace while facing everyone. Then he flopped over on his side and started purring.
“Tang?” Pigsy got up and knelt next to his partner. “Are you alright?”
“Happy,” Tang managed to say between his purrs. “Safe.”
“Isn’t this another one of those things that rabbits do?” MK asked.
“Yup,” Wukong confirmed. “They lay on their sides like that only when they feel completely at ease and unthreatened.”
“Aww, that’s sweet,” Mei cooed. “But the floor can’t be that comfortable.”
“Cuddle pile!” MK declared. He grabbed the blankets and pillows he’d been resting with and moved them over in front of the fireplace. The others all joined in and soon they were all snuggled comfortably together.
“Why don’t you tell us a story, Macaque,” MK suggested as he leaned against Red Son.
“Me?”
“Yeah.” MK gestured to where Tang was laying, completely blissed out as Mei began braiding his fur. “I don’t think our other storyteller is up to it right now.”
“Mmmm…” Tang agreed, only partially aware of what was going on through his haze of contentment.
“Well… alright.”
Tang closed his eyes as Macaque’s deep, soothing voice filled the room. He was happy. He was safe. Moments like this really made it worth it to keep going.
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Winter passed without any further problems. The days began to grow longer once again. The snow melted faster than it could fall. Before they knew it, Spring had arrived.
Tang dodged out of the way of Red Son’s grasp with a laugh. The early Spring air was still rather chilly, but it was certainly warm enough for the game of tag they were playing. They had made the decision to spend one last week in their clearing before returning to the artifact hunt. They all spent as much time outdoors as possible, as if to give one last goodbye to their temporary settlement.
It was somewhat bittersweet, if Tang was to be honest. On one hand, this location had become like a second home once they had pushed past their depression in the first month. He would miss the now familiar trees and rocks he had come to recognize from his leisurely walks. On the other hand, he was getting a bit sick of the airship and being on the move in general. He was looking forward to when the journey was finally over and he could return to his apartment in Megapolis with Pigsy.
He did his best to ignore the nagging worry that the cycle would end before that managed to happen.
Tang jumped back to avoid a swipe from MK and refocused on the game. He was the last one who hadn’t been tagged this round. It seemed he was being herded in a specific direction…
Tang’s ears swiveled as he heard someone come up behind him. At the same time Mei and Red Son approached from either side with MK from the front, cutting off his escape.
A jolt of adrenaline spiked through him as his rabbit instincts screamed at him that he was cornered. He needed to escape! Acting automatically, he let out a pulse of magic as he rapidly tapped his foot on the ground twice.
A hole opened up in the ground next to him and Tang quickly hopped in. He was in a tunnel. The hole above him closed. He ran forward a few feet and looked up. He pulsed his magic again and a new hole opened. He leapt out and looked around. He was now several meters away from everyone.
Tang blinked as his mind reset from autopilot.
What the hell had just happened?
“What the hell?!” Red Son exclaimed, mirroring Tang’s own feelings.
“Whoa, that was so cool!” MK said as everyone came rushing over. “How did you do that?”
“I- I don’t know,” Tang shrugged. “My instincts were telling me I was cornered and I needed to escape so I just-” Tang pulsed his magic and tapped his foot, opening another hole, “-did that. I only ran what felt like a couple feet down a tunnel before hopping back out, but now I’m all the way over here.”
“Holy shit,” Macaque breathed as he looked between the hole and Tang. “I’ve only heard rumors about this. No one I know has been able to confirm if it was real or not!”
“Care to share with the rest of the class whatever it is you’re talking about,” Wukong snarked.
“This… This is an extremely rare form of magic,” Macaque explained, completely absorbed in examining the hole and not seeming to hear the taunt in Wukong’s voice. “Rumored to exclusively be used by rabbit demons. There’s quite a bit of speculation, but if what you said is true…”
“What is it?” Tang’s curiosity was piqued. What could be so impressive to get Macaque this excited?
“Do it again,” Macaque requested. “Jump into the tunnel then walk exactly ten steps in that direction-” he pointed towards the far side of the clearing, “-and jump back out. If what I’ve heard is true, then… Well, you’ll see for yourself.”
“Alright.” Tang tapped his foot and closed the hole before tapping again and reopening it.
“Wait, why did you do that?” Macaque demanded.
“The tunnel wasn’t facing the right way,” Tang responded. He blinked. “I’m… not sure how I knew that.”
“That’s… You changed the direction of the tunnel just by closing it and reopening it?!” Macaque was grinning like he had just been promised all the riches in the world. “Okay, okay, this is huge. Do what I asked and if this works, it will change everything.”
“This won’t hurt Tang, will it?” Pigsy asked suspiciously.
“If what I’ve heard is right, he has literally nothing to be afraid of,” Macaque reassured. “I promise you all that this is a good thing.”
“I trust him,” Tang said as he prepared to jump into the tunnel. “See you in a minute.”
The hole closed up behind him again as he landed. Now that he wasn’t running on instinct, he could examine his surroundings. The tunnel was huge, nearly three meters across on all sides and seeming to stretch off into the distance with no end in sight. The walls were covered in glowing plants that gave off a surprising amount of light. There was a gentle breeze that smelled strongly of Earth, and Life, and Magic.
Tang was a bit unnerved as he seemed to feel a connection to this place. Almost as if it was a part of him in some way. Shaking off the strange thought he walked down the tunnel.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Tang looked up and pulsed his magic. A hole opened up in the ceiling of the tunnel and Tang crouched before springing up and out. Thank goodness he could easily make such a jump as a rabbit, or else he’d have to find a way to climb out.
The hole closed as he stood and he looked around. His jaw dropped. He was on the other side of the clearing, nearly thirty meters away from where he had started!
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT’S TRUE!” Macaque shouted from where the others all were. He began laughing wildly, glowing a bright purple.
“You better get back over here Tang, before Macaque has an aneurysm,” Wukong called out.
Tang quickly jogged over. Macaque had stopped laughing and was now pacing back and forth, his tail lashing out in excitement.
“Will you please explain what’s going on,” Wukong said in annoyance.
“Alright, alright.” Macaque took a breath and smiled widely. “There were always rumors about how rabbit demons would be able to escape from anywhere so long as they had access to the Earth. Dirt, sand, rock, it didn’t matter what, they’d be able to use it to get away.
“A few centuries ago, new rumors about impossible tunnels began to circulate alongside the original ones. Tunnels that could take you miles away from where you were in just a few steps. These stories came from humans who claimed to have been rescued by rabbit demons in some way.
“Recently, a few decades ago, a notorious thief that was known to get into vaults that were warded to Heaven and back with the best protection spells available was caught. They were a rabbit demon. When they interrogated them on how he had managed to get into the vaults, all they had said was that they had access to some ‘big pockets’. They also pointed out each vault had some form of Earth within it.
“They escaped before they could get more information out of them, but that little bit sent the scholars and magicians of the demon world into a frenzy. Theory after theory was discussed. It was only about seven years ago that a single hypothesis was accepted by the community.
“Not that any rabbit demons that were asked would confirm or deny it.”
“Spit it out already!” Wukong growled in frustration.
“No taste for a dramatic reveal, I swear,” Macaque rolled his eyes. “Fine then.
“Based on the theory going around and what we just saw, Tang has unlocked a rabbit demon exclusive magic that allows him to summon tunnels that exist in a parallel pocket dimension to Earth. These tunnels warp space within them and allow Tang to travel across vast distances in an extremely short time. They can also bypass any wards or protective spells imaginable so long as there’s a patch of Earth within them. Going with the stories of the rescued humans, Tang should be able to bring anyone he wants along with him as well.”
There was a stunned silence for a moment as they all absorbed that.
“Fuck, that does change everything,” Wukong said in awe.
“Right?!” Macaque gushed. “Imagine the implications this has on modern magical theory! Or the fact that only rabbit demons seem to have access to this ability! What this could mean for travel and transportation if we get permission to study it properly! It’s no wonder the Rabbit Kingdom hasn’t been found in over a millennia! You probably can’t get to it without access to the tunnels! Hell, it might be in the center of the Earth for all we know!”
“Uh, I meant this changes everything in how we could deal with Lady Bone Demon,” Wukong admitted sheepishly.
“Oh,” Macaque deflated a bit. “Yeah. It’ll probably help a lot with that too.”
“Don’t worry Macaque,” Tang said as gave the dejected monkey a pat on the back. “I’m actually really interested in discussing the theory behind this.”
“As am I,” Red Son agreed.
“Great!” Macaque perked back up with that. “I am so glad I suggested you turn yourself into a rabbit. Otherwise we wouldn’t have this amazing opportunity to study such a unique form of magic.”
“If I recall, you were only half serious when you did so,” Sandy pointed out in amusement. “So at best you only get half credit for this happening.”
“I’ll take it!”
“Let’s talk about how this can help with taking down Lady Bone Demon first,” Wukong said with a fond chuckle. “Once she’s dealt with you can have as much time as you want researching this.”
“As… as long as I don’t have to actually face her,” Tang swallowed. “I don’t think I’d be able to do that.”
“If I’m right about the tunnels, then there’s a strong chance you won’t even have to go near her,” Macaque reassured. “You can just drop us off inside the city past the wards and retreat a few miles away.”
“That... yeah I’m good with that.”
“We still need to get the Spring artifact first,” MK reminded them all.
“If it’s like the others, that should be a piece of cake,” Mei boasted.
“We’re almost done,” Tang realized. “We’re… we’re actually really close to being able to go home.”
“We can do this,” Wukong encouraged. “One last push. Are we all up for it?”
Tang joined in with everyone else as they raised their fists and cheered.
It all felt a little surreal to him. Not even a year ago he had been struggling with his memories and trauma and Species Dysphoria.
Now he felt more comfortable being himself as a rabbit demon than he ever had as a human. That in turn had allowed him to discover an ability that could tip the scales heavily in their favor.
It seemed the gift from his timeline’s Sandy was indeed working as intended.
He just hoped there was enough time in the cycle left to enjoy himself once Lady Bone Demon was taken care of.
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The plan went off without a hitch.
Tang used his tunnels to bypass the wards around the city and dropped the others off within its limits. While he retreated back to where they parked the ship, they had wielded the four seasonal artifacts against Lady Bone Demon. They successfully managed to separate her from the poor girl she was possessing before sealing her and the Mayor away.
Peace was restored to Magapolis, and Tang was able to enjoy his life with the ones he loved.
He spent quality romantic time with Pigsy.
He supported MK through the more permanent transformation process as he attempted to become a monkey.
He went flying with Mei once she unlocked her dragon form.
He drank tea and went on boat rides with Sandy.
He meditated and discussed philosophy with Wukong.
He helped Red Son patch things up with his parents.
He swapped historical stories and magical theories with Macaque.
A year and a half passed, and Tang could not recall a time when he was filled with so much joy.
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Tang was in Safety.
Oh. That meant the cycle had ended.
Tang clasped a paw to his mouth and choked back a sob.
The cycle had ended.
He had known it was coming. Some sixth sense had tickled at the back of his mind. He had made sure to fill the last few weeks with wonderful experiences with his family from this timeline.
Experiences they would no longer remember.
They were gone.
Tears flowed down his face as he fell to his knees and let out a keening whine.
He would never see those versions of his family again. So similar to each and every version of themselves, but wholly unique as well. He loved each of them dearly, but would never get to speak to them again. It wouldn’t be long before his memories of them faded and blurred with time, lost forever.
Something thumped to the ground next to him. Wiping his eyes, Tang turned and found… A book?
Tang picked up the book and examined the cover. It was a beautiful illustration of a rabbit with chocolate and reddish brown fur surrounded by a pig, a shark, three monkeys, a dragon, and a bull. At the four corners of the cover were stylizations of the four seasonal artifacts.
Curious, Tang flipped open the book. He gasped as he was filled with vivid visions of his time in the cycle. His memories of the events played with perfect detail and clarity in his mind. The emotions and thoughts he had throughout could be felt with full force. It was a perfect recollection of everything that had happened.
Tang clutched the book to his chest and began sobbing once more. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve such a gift, but he would cherish it always. He would keep the memories of this cycle in a special place in his heart and vowed to never forget them.
The ground lifted up in front of him. It formed a tunnel large enough for a human to walk through leading slightly downwards. Tang walked down the tunnel and nearly started sobbing again as he discovered a perfect replica of his room on board the airship.
In the center of the room stood a gleaming lectern. Engraved on the sides were events and experiences from his time in the cycle. Tang placed the book on the empty surface, causing both it and the lectern to flash for a moment.
Smiling to himself, Tang left the burrow and exited back out into Safety. He looked around the area and paused as his eyes fell upon the library.
If that book held his memories of the cycle he just left, did that mean…?
Before he could think on it further, the brilliant ring above him flashed and he was bathed in golden-yellow light.
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Tang woke up. He was in his apartment.
Alone.
Human.
Shutting his eyes he quickly calmed his breathing and circulated his magic. He sighed in relief a few minutes later as he finished transforming into his preferred form.
Standing to stretch, Tang made his way to the restroom. He had fixed his second problem. Now to see what he was working with for the first.
He looked into his reflection, smiling at the rabbit that looked back.
“My name is Tang.”
It was a few days after the incident at the weather station. That was pretty early on. Nothing else was out of the ordinary from what he could tell.
Perfect.
He sent out a group text asking his family to join him at his apartment. He had something extremely important to tell them.
Tang waited in his bedroom as they gathered. Pigsy had tried to get him to come out before the rest arrived, but he said he wanted to wait for everyone so he wouldn’t have to repeat himself. Once he received the text that they had all arrived, Tang took a breath and joined them all in the living room.
“Hey, guys.”
The looks on their faces when they saw him were priceless.
He couldn’t help it. He started to laugh.
“Tang, what the hell?!” Pigsy pointed at him in shock. “You’re a rabbit! And you’re glowing!”
“Y-yes, I- hahaha- I know.”
“What the hell is going on?!”
“Sorry, sorry. I promise you it’s nothing bad.” Tang calmed his breathing and made his way to the front of the living room to face his four friends. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but the spell I’m under requires me to tell you a story first.”
“Spell?” Sandy said in concern.
“Story?” MK said with enthusiasm. “Is it as cool as all the others you tell?”
“It might be,” Tang smiled. “It’s not finished yet, but I’m hoping you’ll be able to help me add on to it.”
“That sounds interesting,” Mei said. “Well get on with it, bunny boy!”
Tang laughed, shining brightly, and did just that.
“Once upon a time, there was a Storyteller.”
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Congrats on making it to the end! I hope you liked it!
I really love this chapter and am super pleased with how it came out. This is the first step in what I’m calling “The Healing Arc” where Tang recovers from the trauma induced by LBD. Hoping the rest of the story comes out as well as this chapter!
The Giggle Glow AU by @animemoonprincess is just super fun and super cozy and perfect for our first step back into real fluff. Also shout out to @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off for the chocolate wafers and orange juice!
I’m really bad at describing what Tang’s fur looks like. Here’s two references of the real rabbit breed I based it off: One & Two
The Seasonal Artifacts were something I made up last minute. I don't have any ideas for the one for Spring, so if you have some thoughts please share them!
I had to include the musical curse. I had to. The song choices were changed around right up to the point I wrote each scene (minus the last one which was locked in from the start) but here’s the credits in order:
Smile by Uncle Kracker - Listen, this is just a very feel good song that I think fits MK’s attitude. The scene was originally going to have MK try cheering them all up with Make Them Laugh from Singing In The Rain, but he kinda went on that rant and I needed something else. This was the first thing that popped into my head and it worked really well.
Frozen Heart by the Cast of Frozen - I was originally going to find a sea shanty for this part. But then I realized this had the same cadence as a work song which fit just as well. I was able to incorporate it into another scene later too which was nice.
Karma by AJR - This song is very important to me. I was in a deep depressive funk back in 2021 but didn’t really notice. Then I saw a Monkie Kid Animatic set to a part of this song. I searched out the whole thing and listening to it left a deep impact on me. I looked up and binged all of Monkie Kid after that and started writing Scattered Cicadas shortly after. This fic literally wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for this song. However, I try not to listen to it too often due to how sad it leaves me. But I still think this song is incredibly important for many people on the road to recovery, like Tang here, as it lets them know they aren’t alone in their experiences.
Pass It On by Kurt Hugo Schneider - Another original by Kurt Hugo Schneider just like the one in the previous chapter. This song. This song. It’s honestly the ultimate pick-me-up. The simple yet heartfelt lyrics combined with genius percussion provided by the coke bottles? Brilliant. One of my absolute favorite songs that will never fail to fill me up with joy.
Honorable Mention: Do You Want To Build A Snowman, also from Frozen. Cut down in its prime before it had the chance to flourish.
Absolute huge, enormous, gigantic shout out to the absolutely wonderful @skellebonez! They’ve been a constant source of support as I worked hard on this chapter and I honestly couldn’t have done it without them! Their Bunny Tang fic, Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time, was also a huge inspiration for quite a bit of this chapter. Go check it out as well as the follow up that explores alternate endings and scenes!
What else? Oh yes, the tunnels. AKA, Bunnymund’s tunnels from Rise of the Guardians. Look, they were just too awesome to pass up. When you have a cool magical rabbit character, you have to give them cool magical rabbit holes that warp space time and bypass all magics. That’s just the rules!
Also Macaque being a magical theory and history nerd is just really, really good.
The ending was pretty bittersweet for what was supposed to be a fluff chapter, but I think I stuck the landing with a hopeful feeling in the last bit.
My life is about to get hectic here in the New Year with a potential job that would require me to move states. I’m not sure when I’ll get the time to sit down and start the next chapter, but it unfortunately won’t be any time soon.
I do know the next chapter absolutely will not be as long as these last two novella length monsters. I don’t think I could physically handle that.
Thank you again so much for reading! Let me know what parts you liked! Merry Christmas, and have a Happy New Year!
#Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie Kid#Scattered Cicadas#Giggle Glow AU#animemoonprincess#Tang#Bunny Tang#Smile Uncle Kracker#Frozen Heart#Karma AJR#Pass It On Kurt Hugo Schneider#ninja-knox-ur-sox-off#skellebonez#Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time
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Boo! Had some extra time in class actually so here's another collection of school doodles! Bunny Tang this time because he
design inspired by @/ skellebonez's fic and @/ countinglegoclowns screenshot edits !! :3
#GO READ SKELLE'S “COTTON TAILS AND BORROWED TIME” FIC + GO LOOK AT TOBY'S EDITS THEY ARE BOTH SO SKILLED RAHH#Does bunny Tang have his own tag#i don't know actually#Bnuuy!!#tang lego monkie kid#tang lmk#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid fanart#tang fanart#bunny tang#monkie kid#Will inevitably draw him again later#He fluffy!!!#Zaacoy art💫
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Hey, @skellebonez, I’m the weirdo from Ao3 who asked if I could draw fan art earlier. I want you to know that Cotton Tails And Borrowed Time has been the worst case of brain rot I’ve had since I first watched Monkie Kid however many months ago, so thanks for this blessing of a fic :)
I drew my favourite part of chapter three because I still grin thinking about it and have reread it three times already
#Monkie kid#lmk fanart#anyone who hasn’t read Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time#go read it#it’s so damn good
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knot happening (part one) — bnha, alpha!bakugou katsuki x f!reader, aged up characters, established relationship, a/b/o dynamics, use of "brat" and "pipsqueak" as pet names, smut in the second part (coming soon), omegaverse!au for the spring fever collab run by @lorelune ! 1.2k words
your new company has some... interesting policies for employee heat cycles. you do your best to find a loophole.
"I can't do it."
"The hell d'ya mean, you can't do it?"
You give your Pro Hero boyfriend and resident alpha A Look. Bakugou Katsuki has the grace to shut his mouth, but he rolls his eyes and drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders, yanking you into him on the faded yellow couch you picked out together years ago.
"This is my first heat at this new job, and it's just... embarrassing. Do you know what they do, Katsuki?"
He raises a sharp blonde eyebrow in invitation.
"They..." your voice drops with horror, "they announce it to the whole company."
"Hah?" Katsuki sits up a little, strong thighs flexing beneath his gym shorts. He came in on the tail end of your mental breakdown, finding you pacing in the living room of your apartment with your hands tugging incessantly on your borrowed shirt. "What the fuck?"
"I know," you wail, "it's ridiculous! The president sends out a company wide email explaining your absence, and the HR team sends you a care basket, and the Sales team sets up a pre-heat drinking party! Do you know what's in the care basket, Katsuki?"
"Do I wanna know?"
"It's filled with sex toys, babe! SEX TOYS! From my company! They're branded!"
A spark lights up in Katsuki's otherwise vaguely concerned expression. "Don't they know you're mated?"
"Yes, of course, that was in my file," you wave him off, still seeing horror images of company branded sex toys floating in your mental vision. "I heard from Sasaki in Accounting that the toys are for when your mate needs a break. Y'know, from fucking."
Katsuki's derisive snort is loud and breaks you out of your personal hellhole. "What kinda fuckin' alpha needs a break when their mate needs 'em?"
"Well, not every alpha is a big strong Pro Hero like you," you point out, poking him on one annoyingly firm bicep. The familiar scent of caramel and smoke fills your nose. "And actually, maybe I should ask if they've got any onaholes for when you're the one in heat. Last time I needed another two days to recover."
"Hah?! There's no fucking way I'll use one of those!"
You peer up at your boyfriend reproachfully. "I like being able to walk, Katsuki."
"You don't need to fuckin' walk if I'm carryin' you everywhere, brat."
"Hmm, we'll see," you say. Katsuki's red eyes flash as you tap your bottom lip with your finger thoughtfully. "There's gotta be a way for me to take a week off work without telling them I'm going into heat."
"There's no way you'll be able to avoid it," Katsuki rumbles, leaning forward to catch your finger with his teeth. He nips at it lightly before leaning down more to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. That, more than anything, finally makes your anxiety simmer down. "You always smell so fucking good before it starts. Everyone's gonna notice."
"You're the only one who can do anything about it, though, so you'll have to keep it in your pants or quit picking me up after work."
"Not happening," Katsuki presses another kiss along your hairline and noses into the strands, sniffing deeply. It tickles, and you laugh, trying halfheartedly to shove him off of you. "What else do they give in these care packages?"
"Actually, besides the super cursed sex toys, they include really good snacks and electrolyte drinks to keep your energy up," you say, "and I'm really glad my company is so open about it all, but it's just so embarrassing!"
Katsuki hums, letting you vent out your worries. You look really pretty like this, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, some soft cotton thing that barely covers your perfect ass. He pulls your legs onto his lap and you flop backwards on the couch, moving on from your minor breakdown to sharing a funny story that happened to one of your new coworkers the other day. He had missed hearing about it then, stuck on overtime for a patrol, so he basks in your attention now as the two of you laze around on the couch.
The afternoon passes into evening. It's a rare lazy Monday together — your new job lets you have three day weekends in exchange for slightly longer work days, and Katsuki's patrol schedule happened to line up this week. You're digging into a pint of ice cream after polishing off a plate of his delicious (but spicy) curry and rice when it comes up again.
"What're you gonna do about your heat?"
"Well, I was thinking," you slide your spoon into the thick cream and wave it at him, "I'll still need to use my authorized heat cycle time off, since I want to save my vacation and comp time for real uses, so there's no avoiding the company finding out..."
Katsuki raises an eyebrow and accepts the spoonful of ice cream you're dangling in his face. His tongue pokes out to chase a bit of cream lingering on the edge of his lip and he grins, sharp, at the way your eyes track the movement. "But...?"
You have a feeling Katsuki hasn't fully thought through the horrors of corporate sponsored pleasure items, but you have, and the thought of everyone at your new company knowing you'll be getting fucked within an inch of your life makes you want to shrivel up and die. All companies have policies in place to protect time off for heat cycles, as society couldn't function otherwise, but this is the first place you've worked where impending heat cycles are declared company-wide. Normally it's just marked as time off.
"But they don't have to find out until after it starts, right? So as long as I can get through the pre-heat stuff without anyone noticing, I can avoid the cursed care package and company-wide email!"
"Ain't happening," Katsuki says flatly.
"We've been mated for sooo long now, babe," your gaze flicks up to meet his and you pout. Your boyfriend outright snorts when you start batting your eyelashes at him. "Surely you can resist the pre-heat symptoms this one time? I swear I'll get over my company's shenanigans once I see it happen to a few other people. It's really great how supportive they are, but I need some time, that's all."
"Your heat is in like. Two weeks," Katsuki says.
You pout up at him some more.
"During your last heat cycle we broke the mattress frame when I missed your first few pre-heat days."
"Yeah, but that was because you had that mission that went long," you say. If you could just... convince him... "C'mon, babe, this will be different! You're such a strong, powerful alpha — resisting me will be a piece of cake! Unless..." you pause and scoop another bite of ice cream into your mouth, "you're too weak to resist me."
"Are you callin' me weak?" Katsuki narrows his eyes. You wave your spoon casually and shrug.
"I mean... all you've gotta do is ignore my pre-heat. I'm just an itty bitty omega..."
Getting into a staring match with Pro Hero Dynamight is not on anyone's Top Ten Good Ideas list, but you match your boyfriend's red glare steadily.
"Alright, pipsqueak, you're on," Katsuki scoffs. "We'll see who's beggin' for who by the time your heat rolls around."
part two
#tw omegaverse#tw a/b/o#cw a/b/o#cw omegaverse#a/b/o dynamics#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha x reader#bnha x you#mha x reader#mha x you#katsuki x reader#bakugou x you#bnha writing#mha writing#x reader#fuji writes fic#second part coming soon#wanted to share at least this part before the deadline#smut will be in the second part#also i am fully formatting this on mobile#sorry for any mistakes! i'll fix it this weekend#i'm simply too tired to turn on my pc after work
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Caught
(Aka something that I started to write at 12 am in the morning because I wanted some Borrower! Submas situations :V. Also @quietlywatchingwritingreading I think you might like this)
Normally, Ingo wouldn’t have gone out borrowing in the middle of the day. It was just too dangerous because of the presence of so many passengers in the station, as well as having to worry about the workers since they had access to the more private areas.
But unfortunately, circumstances made it so that today became an exception. Winter was approaching, and with it came cold and snow, so he and his brother had to go out borrowing more than usual in order to have enough supplies for that time.
Carefully, Ingo peeked from the outlet he was hiding behind and listened carefully. He could hear the sounds of the humans passing through the station, but those were far and there was no sound coming from the room. Good.
Still, he stepped in with caution. The fact that there wasn’t any sound didn’t mean that someone couldn’t be present in there. After scanning his surroundings and confirming that yes, the space was currently empty, he let out a small sigh of relief.
Now to go find what he was looking for…
The borrower pulled out his crotchet hook from his bag as he walked towards a small table, before launching it at it. After making sure that it was properly lodged in, Ingo started to climb the makeshift rope tied to it. When he reached the top he took a moment to pause and check his surroundings once again. The coast was still clear. For now.
Ingo looked at the things in the table. There were some materials like paper clips , a pen and some stamps that would normally be his and his twin’s targets on a trip. But today he wasn’t looking for those, and instead he focused on a transparent zip bag that was twice his size containing a mass of white fluffly stuff; cotton.
This stuff would be useful to make some coats for themselves and give warm in their den. Right after pulling his hook from the table, the borrower approached the bag. He had to jump a bit in other to unzip it, but apart from that he had no problem in getting inside it and pulling out some cotton; not enough that the humans would notice, but just so that he didn’t need to get more soon.
But as he put the stuff on his borrowing bag, his ears lifted, picking up a sound: footsteps. And unlike the ones coming from the humans wanting to board the trains, this one was so close that it practically muffled the ones farther in the station and was getting louder by the moment.
It was coming here.
Ingo’s body shook, and he practically slammed his bag shut before dashing out of the comparatively giant zip bag. His hurry and fear made him fall awkwardly out of it, but that was far from his biggest concerns as he scrambled to get up and run.
But there wasn’t enough time to put his hook to climb down and hide, since seconds later he heard the jingling of keys and saw the door handle turn. Thinking quickly, the borrower looked around before his eyes settled on a small box and he immediately bolted to hide behind it an instant before the door finally opened and a human stepped in.
Ingo instantly curled his tail around his body and covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound as he heard the human walk close. This spot was too much in the open for his comfort, barely hiding him from the giant, and he was sure that if he made any small action he would be spotted immediately.
He didn’t turn his head to look at the human, but he could sense that they were already in front of the table, looking at the stuff. Suddenly he remembered that he forgot to close the bag with the cotton, and he mentally cursed himself as he heard it’s wrinkling when the employee grabbed it and murmured, clearly confused as to why the thing was open.
For a moment, he hoped that the employee would go outside to call their companions and that would give him enough time to get down and escape. But that hope was immediately shattered when he heard a hum and his hiding spot was suddenly moved, leaving the borrower in the open as a shadow loomed over him accompanied by a sound of surprise.
He had been spotted.
Ingo’s body was completely frozen in fear, and he didn’t dare look back at the human, not wanting to meet is terrifying gaze. Everything screamed at him to run, to get away immediately. And he wanted to do so. But he found himself unable to move, absolutely terrified.
That was, until the shadow shifted a bit, getting away for an instant. He dared to look behind him and spotted the human grabbing a small container and freezing when their gazes met. He knew exactly what they wanted to do. And he bolted.
The human gasped at his sudden movement, but Ingo didn’t pay attention to it one bit, pulling his hook on the table as fast as he could before climbing down like his life depended on it. When he was a bit close to the floor he jumped off and dislodged his hook in a swift motion before barely dodging a giant hand trying to grab him.
The outlet in which he came inside was fairly close, and the borrower hoped that he would be able to get to it and get away from danger. But as he got a bit close, a giant leg stomped right in front of it, making Ingo yelp in surprise and hastily turn around.
Thinking quickly, Ingo decided to go for the still open door. But in his panic he miscalculated the distance that was separating them, and when the human noticed his plan an it only took a few steps for them to get to it and close it.
The borrower felt a cold shiver on his body as he paused and looked up, up at the human. He was cornered. Then he remembered that the human had moved and the outlet was now clear. He still could escape! If he was careful..
Not taking his eyes off the employee, he slowly took some steps back. For a moment the human just stared, probably trying to predict what this tiny creature would try to do next. Then, they also took a step towards them. Ingo gulped, but tried to not show his nervousness as he moved back again.
He risked a quick glance at the outlet to confirm that yes, it was open, before looking back at the human. After q moment in which neither he or they had changed their positions, he took his chance.
This time, the human was far enough from it that even when they sprinted at him, he arrived at the spot without much trouble. But just when he was climbing inside, he felt himself getting pulled by the tail, making him wince in pain. Turning around with tears forming in his eyes, he noticed the human grabbing the fluffy end of the tail with is fingers and then it pulled again, partially getting him out.
Ingo immediately tried to get his tail free, but when he fully turned to do so the human used the opportunity to lower a hand as big as him and warp their long and strong fingers tightly around the borrower.
Said borrower gasped in surprise and tried in vain to grasp the floor. But the strength of something so small was nothing compared to that of a being who was giant compared to them, and so he was lifted up without much trouble.
Ingo could only stare as the floor was getting more and more far away the more he was going up, and when he instead looked at his captor, and then the realization hit him; He had been caught.
He had heard many stories about how others of his kind felt when they were grabbed by a human, how much terror and fear they felt as they were in the hands of danger. But none of them prepared him from what it felt like when one was actually in said situation, and the only thoughts in his head were those of panic and a big desire to get out and hide in the walls immediately.
Seemly unaware of the pure terror that was overtaking the borrower as he tried to shuffle and get out of their grip, the human stared at him, their expression a mix of curiosity and wonder. Experimentally, they moved their fingers a bit to caress Ingo, who only shivered and teared up more in discomfort as he was being touched.
Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw the human grab the container again, and his eyes widened as he let out a gasp.
No, no , NO-
As the dreaded thing came closer, he tried everything he could think of to get out. He kicked, he tried to push the fingers from his body. He even tried to bite the hand, but because of the gloves his captor was wearing that only resulted in him getting his mouth full of cloth. But the hand didn’t even yield, instead only tightening its grip on him as he was lowered into the plastic container.
Finally, when it did let him go, Ingo was already inside the container, making him fall with a small thud and closing the item with a lid before he could even get up.
The borrower looked at the the ground below him, then at the lid that was now covering the only possible place where he could escape, and then at the human, at which point he scrambled at one of corners of the container, breathing heavily as he pressed himself on the wall, trying and failing to stay calm as his mind went cold and his body shook at the situation he was currently in.
The employee only stared at their catch before putting the container down on the table and leaving the room, leaving poor Ingo to slowly process the fact that he was now in big, big trouble. And there was nothing he could do about it.
#ma stuff#pokemon#submas#subway boss ingo#ingo#submas angst#does this count as angst?#submas au#giant/tiny#g/t writing#g/t fearplay#g/t#g/t sfw#borrowers#borrower au#‘Poor Ingo’ I say as I put him in terrifying situations
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These doodles were stuff I drew while reading the most recent chapter of @skellebonez "cotton tail and borrowed time"
I absolutely love their work so make sure to check it out, they're an amazing writer!!!
Also lotus and lily duo are probably the most wholesome and adorable pair and I love them with all my heart QwQ
#lmk fanart#digital art#peach-us do-us art-us#lego monkie kid#lmk tang#freenoodleshipping#lmk pigsy#lmk redson#lmk mk#lmk art#lmk monkey king#lmk sun wukong fanart#fanfic fanart#lmk bai he#lmk host#lmk nezha
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Prince Harry’s Dior Shirt Is a Perfect Example of His New Laid-Back California-Inspired Style
Prince Harry stepped out in London wearing one of Meghan Markle's favorite brands.
By LOUISA BALLHAUS
Prince Harry Attends High Court Hearing In Privacy Lawsuit - Day Four
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It’s a big week for celebrity court fashion! While Gwyneth Paltrow dominates the conversation around her skiing trial with a series of runway-worth “stealth wealth” looks, Prince Harry is across the pond rocking some subtly high-end duds of his own to another set of legal proceedings. Harry is currently visiting the UK for a hearing on his lawsuit against Associated Newspapers for illegal information gathering, and while he’s been modeling similar variations of the same sleek, low-key suits all week, his particular choice of shirt on Thursday, March 30, caught followers’ eyes.
Photos from Harry leaving the High Court in London show the former royal’s jacket blown open enough that you can see a bee logo on his white collared shirt, identifying it as Dior. The Dior bee shirt is a cotton poplin dress shirt with a bee embroidered in 18-carat gold thread, finished with mother-of-pearl Dior signature buttons and a shirt-tail hem, available on the Dior website for $1,000. It’s also a perfect symbol of Harry’s new laid-back approach to fashion since moving to California.
During his time in the royal family, Harry had to abide by strict rules around style (though not as strict as those applied to Meghan Markle and Kate Middleton). His suits would reflect the formality of the occasion he was attending and little else, and Harry always looked like someone who was more comfortable in clothes he could wear on the polo field or out camping. Harry spoke fondly in his memoir Spare about shopping the bargain aisles at discount chain TJ Maxx as he grew up: “when they’d be flush with items from Gap or J.Crew, items that had just gone out of season or were slightly damaged.”
Prince Harry flashes the Dior bee on his shirt.
LONDON, ENGLAND - MARCH 30: Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex attends the Royal Courts of Justice as the lawsuit against the Associated Newspapers enters its final day on March 30, 2023 in London, England. Prince Harry is one of several claimants in a lawsuit against Associated Newspapers, publisher of the Daily Mail. (Photo by Karwai Tang/WireImage)
Since he started dating and then married Meghan Markle in 2018, royal followers noticed immediately that his style was becoming sharper, borrowing more frequently from high-end designers and often matching her impeccable looks in color palette. As he and Meghan went on to exit the royal family in 2020, Harry’s style evolution has continued: The suits are fitting better every year, and he’s learning how to meld his love of comfortable clothes with a more grown-up look.
Harry has worn a series of suits and white collared shirts in demure blues and grays for his court appearances this week, but little touches like Monday’s skinny blue tie or Thursday’s Dior shirt point to the Prince breaking away from years of doing the bare minimum to dress appropriately and turning towards a genuine enjoyment in choosing his style, dressing in pieces that subtly scream quality while accomplishing the same polished and polite look that’s appropriate for these proceedings.
Call it the L.A. effect, call it the Meghan Markle effect, call it whatever you like—Prince Harry is looking good these days, and he knows it.
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SEARLE AFFECTION #1
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SEARLE : Whoa!! Hey Emma, what are those? The red polka dot thingies!
EMMA : They’re called ladybugs.
SEARLE : Ladybugs ... Such a cute name~!
SEARLE : I've never seen anything like them in the ocean! And what’s the animal with the big tail we just passed?
EMMA : That’s a raccoon dog!
EMMA : (Searle-chan looks like he’s having so much fun! I'm really glad I invited him to hang out.)
*FLASHBACK*
SEARLE : Uhm ~~ ...... It’s boring. I’m bored......
EMMA : Huh? Hey, Searle, aren't you going surfing today?
SEARLE : I was but... I broke my surfboard~ And since Elma's gone, I can't borrow his. So I'm just kinda lonely and bored waiting for him to get back so I can get back to surfing...
EMMA : Oh, I see. Well, then, maybe we could spend some time together?
*END FLASHBACK*
SEARLE : Emma, thank you for taking me hiking~ I've never been on a walk in the mountains, it's super fun~!
SEARLE : The little flickering lights as the sun comes through the trees reminds me of the way the sun reflects of the sea.
EMMA : I'm glad you’re enjoying yourself so much!!
Some time into the walk, the trees started giving way to a field of flowers spread throughout a little grotto, just for us.
SEARLE : Amazing~! I bet I’d have the best nap ever in a field like this~!
SEARLE : Huh? What is this white, fluffy flower?
EMMA : That’s a dandelion.
EMMA : At first the flowers are yellow, then they turn into cotton balls like this so the wind can carry the seeds far away.
SEARLE : Ooh~ Do the seeds fly ??
EMMA : They do, watch... Like this...
Kneeling down, I blew lightly on the dandelion’s fluff. As it floated softly in the air, Searle's eyes lit up.
SEARLE : How fun ~! Can I try it too?
EMMA : Of course.
SEARLE : Well then, let's go ... Whew !!!!
EMMA : Whoa ......!
EMMA : (I hadn’t actually considered that the wind might blow the seeds back in my face......!!!)
SEARLE : Wow, sorry Emma! Are you okay?
SEARLE : You're face is covered in seeds. Can you hold still while I clean them off for you?
EMMA : !!!
The tip of Searle's tongue grazes the edge of my lips, and my eyes widen in surprise.
SEARLE : Yes, I got it!
SEARLE : ...White and fluffy, I thought it would be sweeter, but it doesn't taste good at all~.
EMMA : Y-Yeah... R-Right...
My heart couldn’t stop racing as I looked at Searle in stunned silence...
#yumekuro#yumekuro translations#yumekuro searle#otome#dream meister and the recollected black fairy#Dream meister translations#searleaffection
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Mahadev App Case: Hawala operator Hari Shankar Tibrewala enters the Indian markets hall of infamy
The Dubai-based hawala operator is wanted by ED for allegedly manipulating the stocks of over two dozen small-cap companies whose shares have fallen steeply over the last few months.
Hari Shankar Tibrewala, a shadowy Dubai-based hawala operator, is the latest to join a long list of individuals whose actions have led to seismic movements in the Indian stock market. Tibrewala is alleged to have manipulated stocks of over two dozen small-cap companies whose shares have fallen steeply over the last few months. While the man now has the directorate of enforcement (ED) on his tail for operating money laundering networks that funnel funds into the Indian markets, investors have already lost hundreds of crores.
This latest instance of market manipulation shows despite the best efforts of regulators, markets remain vulnerable to finagling by unscrupulous individuals. It is a trend that has continued uninterrupted for over 150 years.
Possibly, the first-known instance of one man playing an outsized role in a market collapse in the country dates back to 1863 when Premchund Roychand, often referred to as the Bullion King and Cotton King of the time, triggered a massive 80 percent fall in the Indian markets over a period of months. Roychand, who was instrumental in setting up the Native Share and Stock Brokers Association (today’s Bombay Stock Exchange) back in 1875, was no scamster.
However, he did exploit the huge demand for cotton from India created by the American Civil War of 1861 to trade cotton futures using investors’ money. All was well until the end of the civil war in 1865 when the bubble burst and dozens of brokers and investors who had followed his lead went bankrupt while the Chartered Presidency Bank of Bombay and the Asiatic Banking Corporation collapsed.
Over the years, other minor scams kept hitting the Indian market at regular intervals, but till the early 1980s, volumes were low, which meant that the falls didn’t really impact most people. A rare occasion when a market activity grabbed the attention of the nation was in 1982 when a bear cartel based in Bengal and led by Manu Manek, who was so powerful at the time that he was nicknamed Black Cobra, took on the rising star of Indian business, Dhirubhai Ambani.
At that stage, the markets followed a 14-day settlement period, which allowed bears like Manek to short lakhs of shares of RIL. As a consequence, its share price dropped nearly 10 percent in just a matter of hours. Typically, shortsellers make their money on such falls in a stock’s price, and Manek carried out the manoeuvre successfully with many other companies. But in Dhirubhai, he met his match.
The RIL founder rallied his friends and family to pick up the company’s shares from the open market, sending its price surging. When the day of reckoning arrived, and the bear cartel had to produce the shares that had been bought, they didn’t have the shares. In the resultant chaos, the BSE was shut down for three days until the bear cartel accepted defeat.
The first true stock market scamster in India was the notorious Harshad Mehta, whose handiwork led to a 13 percent plunge in the Sensex. Ironically, a decade later, Ketan Parekh, a protege of Mehta, engineered his very own “pump and dump” scheme that entailed driving up the stocks of handpicked companies (dubbed K10 stocks) using money borrowed from banks and other financial institutions. But proving the old adage that greed may be good but too much of it is disastrous, his machinations too came to nought as the scam unravelled.
In between, the market was rocked by yet another massive scam in 1996 involving crores of rupees thanks to the handiwork of Chain Roop Bhansali, whose Ponzi scheme is considered one of the biggest mutual fund frauds in India.
In this gallery of dodgy operators, honourable mention must be made of Chitra Ramkrishna and the mysterious Himalayan Yogi, who are associated with what is called the NSE Colocation scam in 2015. There was also Roopalben Panchal, who, along with her associates, used several thousands of bank and demat accounts to corner shares reserved for retail investors in several IPOs in the period 2003-2005.
Of course, none of these people who rocked Indian markets can hold a candle to the notorious Bernard Lawrence Madoff, who masterminded the largest known Ponzi scheme in US markets, worth an estimated $65 billion. Madoff, incidentally, was at one-time chairman of the Nasdaq stock exchange!
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Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time: Aftermath and Remix... and Some Stuff Between
Chapter 1- Remix: Lazy Rainy Day
Tang couldn't have been happier with where his story ended. But what about what happened after the ending? What about what happened with other characters during his story? What if he made just a few different choices, if someone intervened early, if fate had chosen something a little to the left?
Come along and find out in this series of one shots. There's bound to be a little something for everyone's liking!
(I could not resist. I could not hold myself back. I just had to continue CTABT in a series of one shots after the ending. The love I have for this story is far too strong.
Each chapter will begin with Aftermath, Remix, or Between to indicate if the chapter is a follow up to the main story (some of which may contradict others as they are all different explorations of what could happen after, a story where something is fundamentally different in at least one scene or would change the course of the story, or if it is a scene missing from the main story that was not written as it was not in the main POVs for the story.
As for this one, well… @smallpwbbles had a pretty fun birthday gift a few months ago, and now you all get to read it!)
AO3 Link.
It was raining again.
It had been raining a lot lately, which would have been unusual in the city of Wan Qian Cheng given the weather station’s ability to keep everything on a set and routine schedule. Typically they enjoyed one or two rainy days a month, outside of the hotter seasons when they allowed a few more to offset the stress on the system. Rain was typically kept to night those times as well, allowing everyone to go out during the day as much as possible.
But this time of year was an exception. One week out of the year the station mandated a full week of rain, soft and heavy, not only to break up the perfect monotony of the usual weather but to also allow the system to experience a soft reset to ensure its continued stability.
Tang had never really liked this time of year. He felt it too dangerous to risk going outside because of the books he usually carried on him. While he was typically a homebody he still needed to go to Pigsy’s and to work at the college, and starting class almost soaking wet because it started raining sideways was never a fun ordeal.
MK loved this week, on the other hand. He never quite understood his reasoning, though. The young main had claimed that it was because something about looking outside and seeing the city lights through the not too dark weather in the day, listening to the very far soft rumbling of the station that wasn’t like real thunder, and holding a cup of coffee or tea or hot chocolate just made him feel at home.
There was no denying that MK also seemed to like it because less people ordered food while it was raining. A lot of people simply made food at home instead during these weeks. Perhaps it was because he had less work to do, but Tang would always see him still in the main section of the restaurant even when the rest of his work was done.
He’d be sitting at the window, sometimes holding his drink or some noodles he was eating while staring outside for a minute or two at a time. But then he would always turn back to the sketchbook on the table before him and get to work on whatever it was he was drawing.
Mei didn’t seem to like this week more than any other, or dislike it more, but she did always take it as a chance to catch up on her backlog of games on her streaming channel. He could easily hear her playing on MK’s phone while he was drawing, or on Pigsy’s which the chef always insisted he was imagining (he was not, he could see Pigsy occasionally leaving her encouraging messages in her chat like the softie he really was).
There was no way to be certain of how anyone else felt about this week. Sandy’s cats, perhaps, but they seemed to not care as long as they were inside. Sandy could not be stopped doing whatever it was he wanted to rain or shine, but he seemed to enjoy standing in the rain whenever Tang happened upon him. Sun Wukong likely was not a fan, but he tended to not visit in the rain outside of the season regardless and training seemed to be out of the question. He did not know Macaque or Scorpion Demoness well enough to guess, same with Nezha. … well, he hadn’t even seen any of them since everything with the Lady Bone Demon. He hoped they didn’t hate the weather… except Macaque. Maybe.
They were still on the fence about him.
Bai He had been absent from the restaurant the last week so he would have to ask her in person how things were going and how she felt about this time of year.
But Pigsy… he knew quite well how he felt.
Despite the lower sales during this week? The chef loved it. Pigsy used it as an excuse to experiment and perfect his dishes, to make more meals for himself and MK and Tang and everyone else who may happen to come in. On the chance someone stepped into the shop for something to eat he would offer one of his latest attempts at an improvement at a slight discount to get more people to try it out (and almost every time they left even more satisfied than they would have been with their original choice). Pigsy’s love language was food, it didn’t take an expert to figure that out. He made noodles, dumplings, sweets, even little mixed drinks to add to the menu.
And he always gave some to MK and Tang.
Now that he thought about it, that was something Tang always had liked about this week.
This year Pigsy had gone all out, more so than usual given the obvious and the fact MK was going to be gone for it this year.
Finding food that Tang was able to eat since his most recent changes wasn’t hard, but finding ways to cook and prepare it that his new rabbit-esque dietary restrictions allows him to fully enjoy? That was. It had been an exceptionally hard week of learning about his new state of being since he finally put his foot down toward himself and took the hit when it came to losing a day of teaching (as much as it hurt his pride). But Pigsy never gave up in his attempts to help the scholar while he was off work. He found ways to prepare special noodles, a broth that wouldn’t upset his stomach, new ways to grill or char or bake things that brought out flavors that Tang had never been able to taste as a human.
Tang could never be more happy and grateful that he had such a wonderful friend. Who stuck with him despite everything.
And someone who was currently sitting with him on his couch as Tang finally understood why so many others actually enjoyed this season to its fullest and why others despised it more than him.
So much had changed, both about him and about how he lived his life, that it had taken a lot of getting used to it all. Yes, naturally, it took a lot of getting used to having fur. That was a given. He still had no idea if this was going to be something he would have to get used to permanently, Sun Wukong and MK could not come back from their trip in this rain just yet, but he was slowly getting there.
But it was the other changes that really tripped them up.
He had realized he now had a natural instinct to burrow and take shelter, and that was not something he could do when it rained like this. Well… he could, actually, he just had to leave his apartment and go to the park nearby. But he would be absolutely drenched in mud and ruin whatever clothes he was wearing at the time and… no, no he would really rather not. He already spent too much time re-tailoring them to his new tail that he did not want any of that to go to waste.
Oh how that made him hate this rainy week, at first. Pigsy’s cooking offset that a bit, but for most of the day he hated how his instincts were yelling at him to DIG and he just couldn’t.
But then Pigsy had taken him home and Pigsy, being the wonderful man he was, came up with an idea.
That was how he and Tang managed to end up in his new couch, L shaped and specially made with extra soft but firm enough fabric to withstand his claws (thank goodness for Mei being able to order things like this overnight), Pigsy on the short side and Tang flopped over in contentment on the long side. Head right next to Pigsy’s lap while he laid covered in a very lightly weighted blanket. Not nearly as heavy as the normal one, but just enough for him to have “burrowed” into it and made himself comfortable (something he had learned over the last few days was something that he was just something that he did now). Warm and soft and safe and content as Pigsy watched Chang’E’s cooking show.
It was low enough that it didn’t hurt Tang’s ears but high enough for Pigsy to hear it. The living room was dimly lit, but not dark. And the sound of the rain added to the ambiance, his ears picking it up easily in a way he never thought could calm him when paired with everything else.
But it did.
It was raining again and Tang could not have been happier about that.
Maybe… maybe he could wait for Sun Wukong and MK to come home a bit longer.
#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#bunny tang#freenoodleshipping#lmk tang#lmk pigsy#fanfic#ship fic#cotton tails and borrowed time
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lmk fanfics
ahhhhh^^^^ THIS ONE. its spicynoodles and SO GOOD
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I posted 225 times in 2022
184 posts created (82%)
41 posts reblogged (18%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 190 of my posts in 2022
Only 16% of my posts had no tags
#art - 167 posts
#digital art - 159 posts
#fanart - 132 posts
#i love shading - 120 posts
#i guess - 85 posts
#au - 73 posts
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#omori - 56 posts
#original characters - 56 posts
#friends - 38 posts
Longest Tag: 128 characters
#also j like the idea kf them having certain laces for things. lloyd has ribbons (dont know fit k guess) harumi has chains/spikes
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
"Stories say that a certain ghost lives in the mansion, and it's not a vex.
People say it roams around during night and day, but people say it's nice.
It helps players to keep them from dying. Don't know if the rumors are true, but..."
So you guys know the 100 hour hardcore thing that Grian, Scar, and Joel shared? And you know how Grian died in the recent episode in the woodland mansion?
Well, I decided to think of an au where Grian haunts the mansion as a ghost after his death.
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#4
Reblog this post with a song, and I'll give you hex color codes that correspond with the songs.
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#3
Okay, so I finally got around to reading "Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time" by @skellebonez, and I needed to draw Bunny Tang.
Not necessarily a particular scene, I just wanted to draw him. I like how he touches his ears a lot.
Also, I'm not that good at drawing anthropomorphic characters, so Tang does not look too good here.
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Hi, I come bearing EMORI art.
This au isn't mine, it belongs to @shrimperini!! Go support her!!
Anyways, this is a commission for a friend who wanted some EMORI art! I don't know whether or not Sunny in this au would have a guitar or a violin, but I think it works either way.
Also, I was inspired by String Player Gamer's violin! I just thought the shape would fit well. Go support him on YouTube!
That jacket was a pain to color-
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My #1 post of 2022
"This is all your own battle to win...
This is your ship, and you are the captain!"
This is @shandzii's OC, Mariza. Her story is quite compelling, and after I watched her "Ship in a Bottle" animatic, I immediately wanted to make some fanart.
I don't exactly know if the characters on the ship that Mariza interacted with (the two pirates and captain, which are seen in the background) were extremely important to her story, but I feel like she would at least miss them after the incident.
Anyways, go check them out, they have amazing art, and even though I just found their art today, I can see them being an inspiration to me.
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On the Needles: (0:39)
Gigi, socks for Andrew: Meilenweit fun & stripes are finished, started a pair of addi bamboo flexiflips
Jasmin finished the Poly Chevron cowl in Black Trillium Fibres Pebble Sock in the Lisa Frank mini set, out of Area 51
Jasmin has finished the body of Rex’s Godzilla hoodie, minus the tail.
Jasmin has finished her Panjereh top by Christina Danaee in Neighborhood Fiber Co Studio sock.
Jasmin cast on a new Musselburgh hat in Always be Kind yarn’s “Inclusive Pride Stripes”
Jasmin started her Altblebragenser in Frost Yarn’s Reverse Speckle rainbow and Teal Torch Knits 9 neons.
Gigi wore her Where's the Opaque top out of linen yarn
Events:(14:03)
Stash Dash May 27 - End of August (bostonjen1 won, with a 16,707 meter margin)
STITCHES SoCal in Pasadena! nope
Pacific International Quilt Fest in 0ctober
Mother Knows Best:(17:47)
When you help others, you also help yourself (NY trip)
Mood Fabric
When Knitting Attacks:(27:12)
R2 found a ball of yarn
Altblebragenser: not sure if it’s Covid fog, or vague directions, or both, but attack, after attack, after attack.
Knit more, know more:(33:09)
A segment about Persian culture, history, or just generally cool stuff about persian people.
“Befarmayid" (Gigi uses the formal tense, ending with a 'd', Jasmin uses the casual tense, ending with the 'n'.)
Knits in Space:(36:27)
Gigi borrowed Wings of Fire series book 14
Aaron Sorkin's To Kill a Mockingbird stage production
And Sew On :(41:41)
Textile Analysis class. Cotton seed from Foxfire Farms colored cotton
No mention of the slave trade in textbook
Textile Kit has 205 fabric samples. Protein, synthetic and cellulose
Teacher wears only stuff she has made
Started testing for fiber content of fabric using acetone, bleach and fire
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tag dump - Bonnie
#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ This Rabbits Hare’rasin {General}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Something Borrowed {Thread}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ With You Always {Aes}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Might As Well Face The Facts {Musings}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Prehaps It’s Us Both {Headcanons}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Floppy Ears And A Cotton Tail {Canon Verse}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ I May Be Missing My Face {Canon Verse / Withered}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ My Guitar Is Blazin’ {Modern Verse}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ You Were Always Destined To Fail {Angel Verse}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ What Is This New Prison {Cyberpunk Verse}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Is It Me Trapped Or Is It You {Demon Verse}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Time To Face The Consequences Of Your Failure {Ghost Verse}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Even I Could See You Stalk {MK Verse}#🎸 Bonnie ↠⋟ Just Listen To Me Wail {Pirate Verse}
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