Hi!

✨20+ years old✨

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Lore for the Eros!Macaque x Psyche!Reader au!

CW: this is also a Yandere au, this story will depict toxic and obsessive behavior—not so much in this part, but it will be prevalent deeper in the au

(Reader is gender neutral in this; headcanon them however you want!)

This follows most of the story of Eros and Psyche from Greek mythology. Macaque is the god of love in this au and is sent down from Olympus to Greece to take care of a certain royal…

Reader has the gift of prophecy in this, and for that and their beauty, they’re worshiped by the town and they start to compare them to the goddess LBD.

LBD, the goddess of fate, hears about Reader and wants to stop them from ‘delaying destiny.’ She cashes in a favor Macaque owes her and sends him down to Reader to make them fall in love with a monster.

Macaque goes down from Olympus to curse Reader and something unexpected happens—

He’s absolutely smitten ❤️

After their first meeting, Macaque stalks watches over Reader for a couple weeks and realizes how lonely they actually are. They’re constantly deified and worshiped, but no one treats them like a friend—they’re isolated despite being constantly surrounded by people. One day, Reader gets a prophecy about themselves. It says they’ll be cursed to fall in love with a monster, and as they get their premonition, shadows start to pool around their feet and begin to lead them farther and farther away from their town.

Will reader ever find someone to cure their loneliness?

💜

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A/n: sorry about the awful update schedule. It was a mixture of motivation and busyness issues. Can’t say I can update on a consistent schedule, but I will try to update more consistently!

PLEASE ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS YOU WANT ABOUT THE AU 🙏🙏🙏

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OKAY BUT LIKE—DO WE SEE THE VISION FOR AN EROS AND PSYCHE AU???

I might draw Wukong later

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Idk if I’m gonna make it but an Eros and Psyche au for a Macaque x Reader or a Hades and Persephone au for a Wukong x reader would heal my soul actually

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Since Macaque has really permanent scarring at his right eye, I’ve always wondered if there was any other, more mental, scars like memory issues that he has along with it

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This is a short fic I wrote for @phoenixeclipse-lmkau ‘s pirate au. Idk if it’s kinda cringe, but I thought a “what if the duo found her first (and way earlier)” would be fun to write. It’s an au of an au 🗿

I triple checked this thing for mistakes, but I’m sure a few still got through. 😭

Enjoy!

Pairing: Shadowpeach x F!Reader

Pirate!AU

Tags: Reader’s Mk’s mom, Shadowpeach bio parents AU (+Reader), angst, no beta we die like LBD, soap-opera levels of yelling and drama

Summary: After a miscommunication with Captain Sun Wukong and his right hand mate Macaque years before, you run away and raise the child they unknowingly helped create as a single parent—hoping to get away from the wild life you once lived sailing across the seas... Then oopsie! They might’ve saw you…😞

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The summer sun bathed your skin as the sea breeze drifted through the air. The clatter of the market’s daily bustle sung all throughout the area. You were just getting groceries for a new recipe you wanted to try. Mei had been begging for a seafood dish, and now your three-year-old, Mk, refused to eat anything else—even though he’d never even tried the dish before. Kids. You rolled your eyes, thinking back fondly while picking up some of your last ingredients.

Suddenly—the nearly block-long coastal market went silent. Vendors rushing hastily to close their stalls, mothers slamming their windows shut, and most running for the hills in order to get inside or just away; all to avoid whatever looming threat stood before them.

You start to sweat as you turn your head to the direction they’re all running from— to the dock.

“Reader?”

You shouldn’t have gone to the coast. You never go here— why did you go now? Shit—Shit. Shit!

Your eyes widened as you felt bile rise in your throat. Why here? Why now when I’m happy? Your former lovers, if you could call them that, stood before you. They seemed just as shocked as you as they stared back. Though, seemingly not as horrified as you felt.

Hell, you’d say they looked giddy.

The infamously cruel captain of The Brotherhood pirate crew, Sun Wukong, and his cunning right hand man, The Six Eared Macaque, looked more torn than they did three years ago. Wukong was more unkept than he was before. His clothes were even more untucked and loose with his fur less brushed. Macaque’s hair grew longer and he gained tired, dark circles under his eyes. You could admit the looks begrudgingly suited them, but you couldn’t help but wonder what made them look so worse for wear.

“Reader?” Macaque’s expression flashed in recognition, he could never forget your face— not after years of mourning. “Reader! You look…“

He takes in the mess of your hair, and how it puffs from the loose bun you have it in. Each strand perfectly out of place showing the tired work of a mother. How your arms have the red paint Mk was playing with this morning and how your skirt is full of cherished patchwork and stains—all the years of love you’ve spent looking after Mei and Mk. This isn’t how they remember you; not the free spirit they fooled. It’s another reminder of the life you left behind. You turn away from their gazes. It feels too searingly hot after the pain they caused.

That’s when they both see it.

Mk’s bright red, baby handprint at the back of your dress. You don’t notice them exchanging glances.

“Busy. You look busy.” Macaque’s voice smoothes with blooming curiosity as he steps forward. A soft smile creeped onto his face until it mixed with the sadness in his eyes. The sudden shift setting off alarm bells through your head. Wukong follows his lead and enters your personal bubble. “You takin’ care of anyone, huh, Peaches?”

The fuck? How did they…

You freeze as you feel Macaque grab the top layer of your skirt and press his thumb into the worn fabric. Looking at the little newfound surprise Mk left while you were in a hurry leaving for the market. He hums while he no doubt takes note of the little prints of Mk’s recently formed claws.

You go from feeling blistering hot to ice cold in seconds.

“…Yeah, I’m gonna go now.”

You say as you try to make a break for your panicked exit. You can’t let them get to Mk. You’ve spent so much time keeping him from the monsters that abandoned you, and you were not going to stop now. Both pirates thought otherwise as they reached to grab you— Wukong grabbed your wrist before you could take more than a few steps away from them again. His touch was delicate, as if you were glass, as if he’d forgotten you were someone who shattered in their hands. Something that they broke and traded for their cruel amusement. You peer in his golden eyes only to feel the weight of his and Macaque’s looks boiling your skin again. If every love-fused memory was a lie, why do their gazes look so tender? You ripped your arm from Wukong’s grasp. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. ”Why do you care now?! Right when I build a life for myself, why do you both mess it up?!” Both the captain and his right hand don’t take their eyes off you.

“Is the cub ours?” Wukong almost whispers. An awestruck expression not leaving his features as he looks at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky just to help him find his way through the seas back to you.

“You hate me don’t you?! You both said it, you both abandoned me! I hate you.” You spat with venom seeping into each word as you got louder. You lift up your shirt to feel the dagger and stone underneath. “I don’t care what you do with me anymore,” Your voice trembled as tears freely flowed past your eyes now. You reminded yourself what kind of men these two were as you pulled the dagger out and prepared to use your magic against them. “But please—don’t touch my baby.”

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A/N: I rlly don’t know if I did the formatting for any of this correctly. 😭 I really don’t post on tumblr too much

This is pretty short and I might make a part two? No promises 🗿 

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OH MY FUCKING GOSH I LOVE IT! YES YES YES YES YES!!

The angst, the descriptions, the everything!!! Eek! I fucking love it! It is wonderful!

Makes me wonder, does your version also have Reader growing a distaste/ hatred for the old pirate life she left? Mine does, it adds all the more angst since Wukong and Macaque refuse to leave their pirate life while Reader is trying to set a good example for her cub!

Sorry sorry, this is about your verison not mine 😅 I love it, absolutely adore it! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍😍

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Omg I didn’t even think of that 💀 that’s so smart

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This is a short fic I wrote for @phoenixeclipse-lmkau ‘s pirate au. Idk if it’s kinda cringe, but I thought a “what if the duo found her first (and way earlier)” would be fun to write. It’s an au of an au 🗿

I triple checked this thing for mistakes, but I’m sure a few still got through. 😭

Enjoy!

Pairing: Shadowpeach x F!Reader

Pirate!AU

Tags: Reader’s Mk’s mom, Shadowpeach bio parents AU (+Reader), angst, no beta we die like LBD, soap-opera levels of yelling and drama

Summary: After a miscommunication with Captain Sun Wukong and his right hand mate Macaque years before, you run away and raise the child they unknowingly helped create as a single parent—hoping to get away from the wild life you once lived sailing across the seas... Then oopsie! They might’ve saw you…😞

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The summer sun bathed your skin as the sea breeze drifted through the air. The clatter of the market’s daily bustle sung all throughout the area. You were just getting groceries for a new recipe you wanted to try. Mei had been begging for a seafood dish, and now your three-year-old, Mk, refused to eat anything else—even though he’d never even tried the dish before. Kids. You rolled your eyes, thinking back fondly while picking up some of your last ingredients.

Suddenly—the nearly block-long coastal market went silent. Vendors rushing hastily to close their stalls, mothers slamming their windows shut, and most running for the hills in order to get inside or just away; all to avoid whatever looming threat stood before them.

You start to sweat as you turn your head to the direction they’re all running from— to the dock.

“Reader?”

You shouldn’t have gone to the coast. You never go here— why did you go now? Shit—Shit. Shit!

Your eyes widened as you felt bile rise in your throat. Why here? Why now when I’m happy? Your former lovers, if you could call them that, stood before you. They seemed just as shocked as you as they stared back. Though, seemingly not as horrified as you felt.

Hell, you’d say they looked giddy.

The infamously cruel captain of The Brotherhood pirate crew, Sun Wukong, and his cunning right hand man, The Six Eared Macaque, looked more torn than they did three years ago. Wukong was more unkept than he was before. His clothes were even more untucked and loose with his fur less brushed. Macaque’s hair grew longer and he gained tired, dark circles under his eyes. You could admit the looks begrudgingly suited them, but you couldn’t help but wonder what made them look so worse for wear.

“Reader?” Macaque’s expression flashed in recognition, he could never forget your face— not after years of mourning. “Reader! You look…“

He takes in the mess of your hair, and how it puffs from the loose bun you have it in. Each strand perfectly out of place showing the tired work of a mother. How your arms have the red paint Mk was playing with this morning and how your skirt is full of cherished patchwork and stains—all the years of love you’ve spent looking after Mei and Mk. This isn’t how they remember you; not the free spirit they fooled. It’s another reminder of the life you left behind. You turn away from their gazes. It feels too searingly hot after the pain they caused.

That’s when they both see it.

Mk’s bright red, baby handprint at the back of your dress. You don’t notice them exchanging glances.

“Busy. You look busy.” Macaque’s voice smoothes with blooming curiosity as he steps forward. A soft smile creeped onto his face until it mixed with the sadness in his eyes. The sudden shift setting off alarm bells through your head. Wukong follows his lead and enters your personal bubble. “You takin’ care of anyone, huh, Peaches?”

The fuck? How did they…

You freeze as you feel Macaque grab the top layer of your skirt and press his thumb into the worn fabric. Looking at the little newfound surprise Mk left while you were in a hurry leaving for the market. He hums while he no doubt takes note of the little prints of Mk’s recently formed claws.

You go from feeling blistering hot to ice cold in seconds.

“…Yeah, I’m gonna go now.”

You say as you try to make a break for your panicked exit. You can’t let them get to Mk. You’ve spent so much time keeping him from the monsters that abandoned you, and you were not going to stop now. Both pirates thought otherwise as they reached to grab you— Wukong grabbed your wrist before you could take more than a few steps away from them again. His touch was delicate, as if you were glass, as if he’d forgotten you were someone who shattered in their hands. Something that they broke and traded for their cruel amusement. You peer in his golden eyes only to feel the weight of his and Macaque’s looks boiling your skin again. If every love-fused memory was a lie, why do their gazes look so tender? You ripped your arm from Wukong’s grasp. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. ”Why do you care now?! Right when I build a life for myself, why do you both mess it up?!” Both the captain and his right hand don’t take their eyes off you.

“Is the cub ours?” Wukong almost whispers. An awestruck expression not leaving his features as he looks at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky just to help him find his way through the seas back to you.

“You hate me don’t you?! You both said it, you both abandoned me! I hate you.” You spat with venom seeping into each word as you got louder. You lift up your shirt to feel the dagger and stone underneath. “I don’t care what you do with me anymore,” Your voice trembled as tears freely flowed past your eyes now. You reminded yourself what kind of men these two were as you pulled the dagger out and prepared to use your magic against them. “But please—don’t touch my baby.”

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A/N: I rlly don’t know if I did the formatting for any of this correctly. 😭 I really don’t post on tumblr too much

This is pretty short and I might make a part two? No promises 🗿 

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Spirit! From a fic I’ve actually been obsessing over so bad it’s not even funny 🙂‍↕️

I tried to loosely base her clothing off of the tang dynasty era

Spirit is from @phoenixeclipse-lmkau !

(I got kinda lazy with like half of these :/ )

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I love cosplay because it’s like its own little au.

Like,

Of course you saw Kurapika in a Denny’s bathroom, what are you talking about???

Happy Halloween 🎃

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CW: graphic

Video shows the first moments following an Israeli airstrike on the entrance to a school where displaced Palestinians took refuge in Abasan, east of Khan Yunis (July 9).

I just want you all to at least watch the first 15 seconds of this. Palestinian men playing football inside a school turned shelter. That's Israel's target. If you watch until the end, then you will see what a single bombing can do. Now think of the thousands like it across Gaza.

25 people were killed in this attack.

The screams are haunting.

The instantaneous shift from calm to chaos is harrowing.

Thing is, if this doesn't move you nothing will. I used to believe that some people will be moved by footage like this. I don't believe that anymore, not when we have had nine whole months of the most horrific footage like this one, filling our feeds every minute of every day. If you weren't moved then, I'm not wasting time to fix your monstrous indifference anymore.

This footage and others like it are still important to share, even within our circles, to serve as a reminder as to what we're bearing witness to and our massive responsibility to honour those martyrs, to honour those screams and to keep fighting like hell for the living.

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Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.

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🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

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I’m looking for sources that can prove Israel is bombing safe routes and blocking Palestinian refugees from escaping to show to my parents (perhaps they won’t listen, but I have to live with them, and I’d like to try). Do you have any links or anything that could be used? Search results were not very helpful for me, linked to mostly Pro-Israeli propaganda about “Hamas actually is blocking them” I found one article by The Guardian and another from Al-Jazeera, if there’s any others out there they were buried under the Zionist search results.

So the issue is, not many reporting sources will state that it's Israel that is blocking them. I'd avoid most Western sources, they're probably never going to explicitly state that.

The sources I get are mostly from on the ground reportings of individuals who have directly stated that they're unable to move because of bombardment. Check the instagrams of a couple people/orgs here:

Bisan: https://www.instagram.com/wizard_bisan1/

Plestia: https://www.instagram.com/byplestia/

Motaz: https://www.instagram.com/motaz_azaiza/

Anat International (Not on the ground but her parents are there): https://www.instagram.com/anat.international/

Eye on Palestine: https://www.instagram.com/eye.on.palestine/

Here are some news agencies that I check:

Middle East Eye: https://www.middleeasteye.net/

Electric Intifada: https://electronicintifada.net/

Mondoweiss: https://mondoweiss.net/

I would search within the news agencies themselves. Middle east eye has a week to week blog where they document the major news of each day.

I would also say, if your family is unwilling to accept these results, to try and alter their way of thinking if possible. Rather than following the logic of "Hamas isn't letting them leave" ask why Israel is willingly bombing civilians populated areas? Even if they are trying to target Hamas, the areas are being bombed without concern for civilian life. Is it not on Israel, that claims to value human life, to try and prioritize minimal loss of life?

Essentially, try and reframe the issue at its core: Israel willingly attacking highly dense civilian populations, which they admit to, so how can we blame it on Hamas when Israel is the one dropping the bombs?

From there, I would slowly show a different perspective. This above argument isn't one I totally agree with because it still places some blame on Palestinians for their own massacre, but as an introductory argument it might be useful.

Good luck, and thank you for sending this in.

If someone has specific articles, please feel free to add to this.

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@concreteparasite Haley from Binary Star Hero! I just recently found the game and I really wanted to draw a character from it! I don’t do digital art a lot so I hope this looks good to people 😅

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2017 and 2018 portraits of Sans and Papyrus.

Ah, the time I was strongly into Undertale, skelebros and crazy pink robot shoes~ Add some eyelids and eyes to the skulls and you have billion ways to make them expressive. 

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Biblically accurate Undertale (awesome art btw!)

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Wait...... 2 kings... TWO

yeah

Usagi and one more whom i have yet to draw

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It’s Hello Kitty isn’t it.