↳ * 𝒀/𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝑾𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... * ༉‧₊˚✧ ↳˳;; ❝ Status: UNDERCONSTRUCTION! (on hiatus) ᵕ̈೫˚∗ There might be a few spelling and grammar errors in the fic, please don't mind them! I'm a young writer and grammarly hates me.... ^^ ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

𝙘𝙖𝙣·𝙫𝙖𝙨 | \ ˈ𝑘𝑎𝑛-𝑣ə𝑠 \ variants: or less commonly 𝑐𝑎𝑛​𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑠. ①ⓐ: To capture, the most beautiful of 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 using only the finest of material. . ②ⓑ: a piece of cloth backed or framed as a surface, intended for Artistic Masterpiece. ③ⓒ: the painting on such a surface b: something likened to a artist canvas, to only be painted, using his 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 as Reference. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ "Why are you showing me this painting?" The fiery demon's melancholy eyes scanned the entire painting, giving the brunette a puzzled expression, on why he was being shown, a morbid artwork It was a flawless painting indeed, the center of attention being an adrogynous figure; showing off their sickly pale skin, as if it was trapped, in a tiny compartments for decades making their skin lack any life. "𝐼𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠?" A hushed voice answered his question as they intently gazed on the fiery demon. Their ribcages could be seen poking out from their skin, begging to to be set free from the fleshy confinement. "I want you to be my 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚" With that being said, Red Son could feel Rough, and calloused hands, clamping his neck, like in the painting. The hands blocking the figure's airway or oxygen and would surely leave a nasty dark bruise. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ #4 on Toxic Romance! (08/07/22) #3 on SpicyNoodle (08/06/22) #18 on Lego! (08/12/22) The Artwork, for the Book Cover, is drawn by yours truly~! The book, will center around MK; an ambitious artist, that is fixated with trying to capture a demon's esscence, or likeness into his Canvas. But with time, and time again. He fails, but it's only appropriate to keep on trying right?

𝙞𝙣·​𝙛𝙖𝙩·​𝙪·​𝙖·​𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | \ 𝙞𝙣-ˌ𝙛𝙖-𝙘𝙝ə-ˈ𝙬ā-𝙨𝙝ə𝙣 : a feeling of 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ or obsessively strong love for, admiration for, or interest in someone or something : strong and unreasoning attachment ᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥ Humming in delight, Dull grey eyes, that was brimming with 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, glowered at his long time rival. He pressed, his hand going furthur and wrapping it around, their throat, which made them cough violently, trying to claw their way out of the dark furred monkey, grasp. This reaction didn't bother, the warrior at all. It was the complete opposite. Just finally seeing, them all defenseless on the muddy ground, desperate for release, gave him a sense of authority, A feeling that seemed to give him life. Pure Excitement, rushing through his veins He thrist for 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 ᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥᴥ #4 on FreeNoodles (08/19/22) #8 on Lego! (07/21/22) #12 on PlatonicYandere! (09/01/22) #1 on Wukong (11/27/23) More Details, in the First Authors Note! To summarized, This book shall contain Disturbing Content, as it circles around possessive behavior, regardless if characters have romantic or even platonic feelings, for someone. Just please, DON'T Romanticize any of the behavior, nor do I condone these toxic actions. This is a oneshot book for pairings/ships ,and there's a possibility where I'd make sequal, or prequel to the story. There might be concepts and headcanons, in the middle of every, longer oneshots.

𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 smit·ten | \ ˈsmi-tᵊn \ 𝐷𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (Adjective) : deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation ===================== "Don't change the subject, because you're my sweet submissive subject" ===================== The time, where the moon has reach it's highest and glowed a bright yellow, The townspeople come and play, lighting lanterns and wearing mask as a tradition. It symbolizes, a good harvest and to ward off pesky demons, as the Bull Kingdoms who also celebrates it, grants them protection. A young boy, one of the townspeople, was one the few who stumbled upon a ball, although lower class families were allowed to enter, They do not out of embarrassment. There, the human meets the Prince, standing on the balcony, like those fairytales.

✧༺♥༻∞ 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ yandere lego monkie kid x reader. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ oneshots, headcanons, & scenarios. »» requests are 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 ◛ ⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ began: 09.09.2023 ended: TBD ⨳⟢◈ © 𝐝𝐱𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐤

🌱~𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠. 🌱~ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🌱~ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 published on July 15, 2022

Sun Wukong raise the pink Bergmann 1896, steadying it towards The Six Eared Macaque. "Don't come any closer, Macaque!" Wukong yells. Macaque smirks. "Do it. Show me the real Sun Wukong. If it weren't for your so-called friends being here, you would have pulled the trigger." Macaque takes a step forward. Wukong takes a stance. "MACAQUE. DON'T MOVE I MEAN IT-" Out of fear for MK, who was hiding behind him, Wukong pulled the trigger. A loud bang and a scream erupt on the floating ship.