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urlocalwhumper · 5 months
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living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.
their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.
they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.
everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.
that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.
one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.
compassion.
whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.
"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"
whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.
caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.
they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.
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ribbononline · 5 months
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Dachsbun/Lopunny line fusionsss
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zimtdraws · 2 months
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^^^ chaotic neutral on the yuri chart (they went to the same highschool and re-met in the. metaverse ig)
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bunkerhillbros · 2 months
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from Kz.
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idoodle2draw-marquer · 5 months
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went and designed a new pokemon babie who's perfect for Halloween vibes :3c
this is my first pokemon fusion!! i really need to rekindly my poke OCs ;w;
drew her a nice littol halloweenie piece as a bonus~
give her treats or else
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Jean-Joseph Carriès (1855-1894) "The Frog with Rabbit Ears" (1891)
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artkotaro · 2 years
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Mackong can be a mess but he is also overwhelmed by dealing with Macaque and Wukong's feelings. He only trusts MK.
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coronoides · 6 months
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Is it just me or is wee john kind of serving here
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harryzroze · 4 months
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“Macaque…-it’s you!”
“Hahahaha! The one and only!” 😈
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ghostly-creator · 1 year
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Macaque/Wukong fusion?? Do they have an actual name yet? No. I've just been calling them Sun Mihou in my head cause it sounds nice plus I still need to research if it's a valid name, so THATS probably gonna change.
Also timelapse, cause I'm cool like that /j
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iambittythings · 4 months
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Today's beasts are some Honduran White Bats, in earring form. They modify leaves to make cozy little nests for themselves, and yes, that's what colour they are!
If you'd like some bats, check out Bittythings and Beasts.
https://bittythingsandbeasts.etsy.com
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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months
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Oooh, The Furnaced!Macaque AU be looking good. So many angst options!
(At least Buddha was nice enough to make the urn with the FFM top)
Spideys Brain: <Ey, let’s make this angstier.>
“What, Mac actually being dead?”
<Nope! Even better!SWK and Mac were reduced to ashes, yeah? What if they were really close in there, so the ash piles were actually one pile?>
“Go on…”
<SWK regenerating from the ashes…he also grabbed onto Mac’s ashes – I mean, it was probs reactionary, like, starting as soon as he dissolved into ash…right on top of Mac’s. Or Mac dissolved into ashes while on top of him, whichever floats the boat…>
“Wait, you mean, like Mac being like an ashy symbiote inside SWKs body that comes out. Would be, him breathing out smoke and, whoa, here’s Macky!”
<Cool idea, not quite. Think Steven Universe Gems.>
“So, they like fused. Can they unfuse?”
<Nope! Loss of self and identity crisis up the wazoo!>
So yeah…Lao Tzu cracking that bad boy open to see what’s up and this unholy combination of both SWK and LEM comes out screaming and hitting – confused, gotta be in a lot of pain, freaking the fuck out in general. Heaven shrieks in terror as this abomination continues the rampage that leaves nearly all of Heaven in shambles – can’t believe they are wishing for SWK to be the one to do it instead.
Dunno what else to say, but I guess there would be a lot of derealizations, disassociations and identity crises down the line. Maybe identity death? Definitely grieving over the loss of self. That Journey is gonna be FUN.
Hmm….Welded Monkey AU? It’s a synonym of fused and, get this, *married*. Guess when they work it out, they might go Garnet on all this, then? Just a Garnet that couldn’t defuse even if they wanted to…okay, bad example…
(Also, imagine the general Wukongverse reaction to this…this fused monkey that still struggles with feeling real and has no actual identity…like, they love their LEMs but that is just the purest of nightmare fuel even for them – who would’ve thought the furnace could bring forth even more fears?)
Ohohoho
"Welded Monkey!au" is delightfully devious.
Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque may have technically "died" to the Furnace...
But the four-armed, firey-eyed, six-eared, and two-tailed Welded Monkey King of the Crucible was born.
And of course this is considering that the being born from the furnace is a grown fusion, and was not compressed into a fresh Diamond Stone Egg from the ashes...
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Both two previous minds clashing and marrying and a whole new mind forming all at once. Not even the Buddha is sure what to make of it.
The battle in heaven is legendary, and even the strongest warrior Erlang Shen is left permanently injured - the Welded Monkey being his equal match + 1. But like with the original story, the Monkey proves far too proud to turn down a bet from the Buddha (though the Macaque part of them yells that it's a trick).
Tripitaka finds his bodyguard 500 years later chained under the Mountain, and nearly faints from the sight.
A tall, bronze-furred monkey that looks at the monk with equal fascination and disgust. Molten copper and iron still dripping from their maw. Lets just say Guanyin needs to apply the crown immediately or else the combined anger of SWK and the spite of LEM means one less Journey member.
Many demons run at the sight of them.
The Welded Monkey (aka "Alloy/Héjīn) refers to themselves only in plural pronouns, as to respect their original forms.
They wield a staff and can jump into the shadows of their foes. To the unknowing, it's like seeing an Asura fight on earth.
Their personality is one of opposites; cheeky and demure, boisterous and calculating, honest and scheming, theatric and shy. So many aspects of Sun Wukong and Macaque combined.
It gets a little awkward for them to explain what's exactly going on. Enemies think it's an interesting power-up. Former friends are the most confused.
PIF: "So are you Sun Wukong or are you Macaque?" Hejin: "Yes and no." DBK: "So their child? Being a combination of both?" Hejin: "We have their memories though." DBK: "Hmm... what's it like?" Hejin, thinking for a while: "Noisy. On the inside." PIF: "I always did think Wukong and Macaque would marry. Just not in this way."
I imagine their Journey is more one of finding their own personality and identity after their creation, and them/the world as a whole accepting the loss of who they once were.
The Wukongverse def pities/is terrified of what Hejin respresents. Hejin is not a SWK/LEM child, nor are they just them combined - they are something Else.
The different Lao Tzu/Laozi's make sure to note; "Do Not put more than one monkey in the Furnace at once."
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andro-dino · 6 months
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the angel and devil on your shoulder (are either really all that good?)
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mortal-mayhem · 1 year
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☆.¸¸.·A·.¸¸.·Quiet·.¸¸.·Mind·.¸¸.☆
Mackong x Reader
Warnings: None! Just fluff.
Notes: Thank you to @lmk-au-lotus-monkeys for giving me the okay to write for Mackong!! If you aren't following them-
Do it. 🔫
Now.
Not colorized btw! Why? I don't feel like it right now LMAO
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"They both really love you, you know."
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The shop had closed hours ago, leaving you, Mk, Pigsy and Mackong inside. Tang had gone home for the night, wanting to catch up on his studies before it got too dark, and Mei was spending the day with her parents per their request. Sandy and Mo visited during the day but didn't stay long, and Bai He had to sleep for school.
But it was never a tough job cleaning up with just the three of you. Pigsy would do the dishes and kitchen while you cleaned the tables, and Mk would mop the floors! Mackong wanted to help, but Pigsy was rather persistent on not owing him, or the monkies separated, anything.
So he'd sit idly by, chatting with you and the monkie boy to pass the time. Eventually, once you were all done, Pigsy and Mk would head to bed, while Mackong walked you home. He offered to fly you, but, after you went on about how the night air calms you, he let it be.
Tonight, however, Pigsy had gotten a call from Tang. Apparently, he had been reading while walking, getting himself lost. When he tried to use his phone to find his way, it only got worse. You could hear him whining from the dining area.
Pigsy, exasperated, decided to go pick him up, after telling you and Mk very strictly to not break anything while he was gone. Mostly Mk.
That left the dishes still needing to be put away. Mk, after working all day, was tired as it was, so you insisted he went to bed. Mackong agreed, and, after you and the monkey fusion pouted at him, the boy gave in.
It was just the dishes needing to be put up, after all.
A comfortable silence had fallen between you and Mackong after Mk went upstairs, the only sound filling the space being the clinking and clacking of the plates and bowls being stacked into the shelves.
Soon enough, with a smile given to each other, you were heading home, your hand in his. He asked why when you first asked to, and, with a flustered mumble, you told him it made you feel safe.
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It was a few blocks away from your building when he spoke, snapping you out of your small daydream. The chilly air nipped his nose, yours protected by his scarf. He insisted you wear it, to keep your face warm, though you were practically drowning in it.
You didn't know what to say, but he knew he had your attention, head swiveling towards him. It's almost as if he knew your lips were floundering behind the fabric.
"They're always... very loud," He began, his hand squeezing yours gently as you turned a corner, "Arguing. They never seem to stop."
A car slowed beside you both, taking its turn down the path you were leaving from.
"Unless I'm with you."
His thumb began to trace circles on the back of your own. Your hand was always on the front, your fingers locked together as you lead the way.
"You're the only thing they seem to agree on. At least, most of the time."
The sound of your feet hitting the pavement seemed a lot louder to you both than before. His ears twitched, listening to your heartbeat.
"... How does that... mean they love me..?" You stumbled your words, flustered and confused. The both of you stopped at the crosswalk, and he huffed a laugh, pressing the button.
Waiting for the light to change, it was quiet for a moment.
".... They... aren't me. But I am both of them." Mackong continued after the light switched, gently tugging you along and past the road, "I have traits and abilities from them both."
"And... feelings, too?" You finished for him, voice nearly a whisper.
"Precisely."
He squeezed your hand again. The both of you went quiet after that, your tired mind a little too flustered to speak while it was processing. He didn't seem to mind, but you noticed his tail begin to flick in anxiety.
Before you knew it, you were in front of your apartment door, his hand beginning to hesitantly slip out of yours.
".... Do.. you..." You trailed off, his hand freezing, leaving his fingers resting against your own.
"... I didn't. At first." He looked out to the night, avoiding your gaze. He watched a car go by.
"I knew the feelings weren't all my own. Just the ones I knew they had. But then..."
His lips opened and closed for a moment, and you understood that feeling. His eyes trailed back to yours, a small smile quirking the corners of his lips up.
He lifted his free hand, gently tugging down his scarf. The cold breeze prickled your nose, lips and chin, but you didn't mind. His fingers trailed up your cheek, letting his warm palm cradle your face.
"I began to fall down the same path they did," He began, his eyes softening in a way you'd never noticed before, "Cherishing the sight of your smile. The sound of your laugh.."
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, the puff of air creating a small cloud that faded within seconds. He chuckled, his ears perking up as he felt your face warm. His other hand had fully left yours, mirroring the other. He held your face so lovingly, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks as you stared up at him in silent awe and speechlessness.
"The way the words always seem to leave me.. every time you look my way.."
His voice had lowered to a whisper at this point, and you felt yourself lean into his hold as he took a step closer towards you.
"No matter how hard I tried to deny it... I couldn't keep myself from falling in love with you. Just like they did."
It was quiet as you gazed into eachothers eyes. He didn't seem worried, probably because he could feel the heat in your cheeks and hear your racing heart.
"... Would you... like to come inside..?" You spoke, feeling breathless.
And when he smiled, his tail curling into a heart, you didn't get that breath back.
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toxapex-zone · 2 months
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New Year, new Sotis design! I tried to play a little more heavily into his Yveltal side, as well as adding some jewellery!
This design is specifically what he looks like as an adult, and I’ve put what he looks like when he’s upset under the cut!
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twogriffons · 11 days
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so fresh and so clean
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