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Don’t ask Tai Lung why he’s in this predicament. Or why he was even in the kitchen. It’ll be easier for everyone if you just pretend you never saw him.

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MY KFP BAES ARE BACK

I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY

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【 ☁ 】; ——  surprise overtakes him as Crane lets out a gasp and falls                           against concrete and demolished pieces of a merchant’s cart                           at the emotional out burst, breathless and afraid even. His wing                           swiftly moving under his frame and over a broken plank to help                           support his fallen body, the other instinctively shielding his face.

                              He feared for what Tai Lung may do to himself in his unstable                               condition and Crane felt helpless.       It was not just the heavy                               burden of being rejected the one thing his friend had worked                               so hard for, or if he was a worthy master at all.

                          It was of self worth, and Tai Lung was crumbling at the thought                           of not being worthy enough for even himself.

                             ”You aren’t worthless.

                                 What you need is closure; to find out who you are and                                   where you come from and we can help you.

                                                                                                     I can help you.”

                          the young master rises slowly, taking the leopard’s paw                           between his wings and drawing closer as he let his head rest                           against a fur speckled shoulder.

                         ”Let me help you.

                               I can’t promise answers, or even the reward that you deserve                                but know that we are proud of you.     Shifu has always been                                proud of you and he wouldn’t have encouraged you the way                                he had if he didn’t love you.”

                          his cheeks felt warm, and tears gathered in his eyes as the                            first sob is let out, his shoulders trembling from the aching of                           his heart.

                        “Please stop.

                             You worth everything to me. Please come home.                                                                                               Tai Lung come home.”

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"I... I-it hurts, Crane!"

                                        Gold divert up the mountain, to stare                                         longingly at his destination; the location                                         of that one shard of glory he'd craved for                                         decades under the tutelage of his Father,                                         the scroll for which bones had cracked                                         and broken, skin reddened and torn.

                                                                                The recognition for                                                                                 which blood had spilt.

"... Th-they didn't... They left me, m-my name..."

                                        His name wasn't actually Tai Lung. Had he                                         even been birthed with a name - or was he                                         one of those orphans? Left to burden those                                         more able, for such a burden was not easily                                         shouldered by the incapable and unable.

"... Y-you..."

                                        And he would drop to knees, paws clenched                                         tight before the right is thrust sharply downwards                                         into the earth; and it would do so again, and                                         again - again and again and again as frustration                                         and grief is released into the all too willing earth.

                                        And when he's done, a short few seconds, the                                         sobs have begun and his emotions are no longer                                         able to be held by a will made fragile by despair                                         and betrayal; and despite the noise that had filled                                         the air earlier it's suddenly despairingly quiet, all                                         to be heard the grief of one and the soft dripping                                         of life pouring from earth-torn skins.

"... W-why... Crane, why?"

                                        Why would you love someone worth                                         so little to the world you know and love?                                         Why would you risk the scorn and the hate                                         of people that would look down on an orphan?

                                        Why would you give and give to a M O N S T E R                                         that would spread fear and destruction on the                                         whims of his own inferiority complex?

"... W-why me...?"

                                                                                Why, Crane?

                                                                                                                        W H Y ! ?

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"Hazel ( istrxtegist, ckaligrapya, various other urls ) is just a lovely person overall. Her writing, along with the fantastic portrayal of every muse she happens to choose, blows my mind. Not to mention her kindness and ability to stand up for herself and the people she cares for. It's so great to interact with her characters and talk to her ooc."

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; why is po your heart and soul ?

Once he finds a purpose and a reason,a source of strength, a connection and emotion,it’s his to remember and apply when he needs help.He has more enthusiasm in a day than I can probably create in a month.He’s this mish-mash of potential and authenticity to what he believes.

There’s still this sense of innocence to him, room for remaining childishness in spirit much to the delight and dismay of others. It’s simply who he his, someone he tries and accomplishes to love and accept. That and his connections, the people he grows to, it’s what drives him, it’s what makes him strong, it’s what makes him a warrior. He develops, yet the kindness, the silliness, the dedicated cheerfulness still remains.

Don’t get me wrong, the panda’s got some issues, but he gets over many hurdles. If you are a fuckin’ mortal, you’ll trip a few times. It’s how it is, and I can find Po understandable with that. His tolerance to negativity is something I can’t ignore, it’s something that hits home.He is a firm believer of chances, a person who can at least try to accept things for the way they are eventually, because he has the will to say he’s alright, he’s still living his dream, he still feels content and happy.

You should see my favorites in KH. I love when you see flaws and vulnerability. Both movies show a lot of that in Po, but in different ways. Yet it came to the same solution, one that defines Po. He used what he heard, believed, and felt to his advantage, when it used to be his weakness. You know how amazing that is?? This panda has gone through so much, but he only stays in doubt for so long. I can’t even comprehend it, he’s just so amazing to me, he has more than enough faith in everything and that’s something I need more of.

Po is just an adorable fucking piece of shit that gets all my love because he deserves it. He fucking deserves it. This panda is my heart and soul, man. Strength and tolerance to the cruel truth of things, the desire to stay true to himself, the drive to remain optimistic and bring a sense of safety to those in his heart.

                          EVERYONE NEEDS PO IN THEIR LIFE OK.

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; if your muse had the ability to bend an element, what would it be ?

o o c ; ; ;

I'd immediately say Earth, just because he can fling that shit like it's no-one's business; but to say that is kind of limited and not paying any attention to Tai Lung's styles and movements.

When I think about it, Tai Lung seems like the sort of guy that'd be a Fire Bender; but then choose to exclusively bend lightning. Now, whilst Lightning Bending demands a calm head I can see Tai Lung being exactly like Princess Azula - that is, bending Lightning whilst being three chips short of a happy meal.

But knowing he can't bend further than that would drive Tai Lung even madder - y'know, the whole inferiority complex that comes with being an orphaned child; craving outward recognition, needing confirmation of his worth etcetera etcetera.

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                "Yeeah I've probably lost it                 because there is no way normally                 a bird goes around wearing a hat and                 accessories included.

                That's really unlikely and it signals                 the sheer fact that I really shouldn't be                  still attempting to eat what Astrid cooks for me."