Wemmbu

"yo bro, u still alive after pulling allat stuff,"

-@spiderguywithcharm

“I— huh?”

ah, yungy must be referring to when he annihilated both parrot’s and saparata’s forces…

“i mean, of course i am, who do you think you’re talking to?”

he says proudly, grinning wide.

"alright bro, but that's not what i meant by alive or whatever.." Yungy tilts his head, watching Wemmbu carefully. "are you alright after allat??"

wemmbu freezes, the question—that one at least was sudden and unexpected.

“i mean… i have no injuries, my armor is barely damaged so i guess i’m alright?” wemmbu raises an eyebrow, “weird question though.”

maybe it wasn’t a weird question, maybe he was looking too much into it… oh well, whatever.

"...yeah okay," Yungy narrows his eyes. brother is avoiding the question... "do you wanna head over to repair your armor then? " yungy can't figure out why he hasn't done that already..

”yeah,” wemmbu blinks for a second, “uh, i’ll probably do that later—it’s—as i said—barely damaged so…”

yungy’s gotta be plotting something, right? no way he’d be this nice for nothing—wait, was he being nice or was wemmbu just a little outcasted…

"ok bro.. leave it to you to never have any fun..." yungy mocks wemmbu, but it comes out more friendly then harmful, like joking with an old pal. yungy had no one to talk to, and after being kicked off second in command by arachnid and scampering off like a dog, wemmbu was the only one who would talk to him .

”pshh, d’alright bro.”

wemmbu rolled his eyes, scoffing playfully as he smacks the side of his arm.

“fine, fine, we can go and repair my armor together.”

"yo bro, u still alive after pulling allat stuff,"

-@spiderguywithcharm

“I— huh?”

ah, yungy must be referring to when he annihilated both parrot’s and saparata’s forces…

“i mean, of course i am, who do you think you’re talking to?”

he says proudly, grinning wide.

"alright bro, but that's not what i meant by alive or whatever.." Yungy tilts his head, watching Wemmbu carefully. "are you alright after allat??"

wemmbu freezes, the question—that one at least was sudden and unexpected.

“i mean… i have no injuries, my armor is barely damaged so i guess i’m alright?” wemmbu raises an eyebrow, “weird question though.”

maybe it wasn’t a weird question, maybe he was looking too much into it… oh well, whatever.

"...yeah okay," Yungy narrows his eyes. brother is avoiding the question... "do you wanna head over to repair your armor then? " yungy can't figure out why he hasn't done that already..

”yeah,” wemmbu blinks for a second, “uh, i’ll probably do that later—it’s—as i said—barely damaged so…”

yungy’s gotta be plotting something, right? no way he’d be this nice for nothing—wait, was he being nice or was wemmbu just a little outcasted…

"yo bro, u still alive after pulling allat stuff,"

-@spiderguywithcharm

“I— huh?”

ah, yungy must be referring to when he annihilated both parrot’s and saparata’s forces…

“i mean, of course i am, who do you think you’re talking to?”

he says proudly, grinning wide.

"alright bro, but that's not what i meant by alive or whatever.." Yungy tilts his head, watching Wemmbu carefully. "are you alright after allat??"

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wemmbu freezes, the question—that one at least was sudden and unexpected.

“i mean… i have no injuries, my armor is barely damaged so i guess i’m alright?” wemmbu raises an eyebrow, “weird question though.”

maybe it wasn’t a weird question, maybe he was looking too much into it… oh well, whatever.

yo girl?? Going insane???

”i’m going insane.”

#asks!!! :]#ooc :]#//we both going insane 💜

"yo bro, u still alive after pulling allat stuff,"

-@spiderguywithcharm

“I— huh?”

ah, yungy must be referring to when he annihilated both parrot’s and saparata’s forces…

“i mean, of course i am, who do you think you’re talking to?”

he says proudly, grinning wide.

#asks!!! :]#ooc :]#//OMG A YUNGY RPBLOG #OMG OMG #dream come true omg is this real yungy and wemmbu healthy interaction

where-is-unstable

where is yungy and wemmbu

Day 201 - Today Wemmbu and Yungy are discussing something

starrbatz

hey how do you know i am the yungbu maxxer 3000

where-is-unstable

Heh

starrbatz

bro lock in why do y know im the yungbu maxxer 3000

where-is-unstable

I know everything

i love yungwill

#asks!!! :]#ooc :]#myyaoi #i love my duo so much

ur bf😭😭 almost killed. parrot bro

his eyes twitch, a clear sign of… something, who knows. it was a splattered mix of worry and distraught.

“oh…” he mumbled, thinking back to when he almost killed parrot, shrinking in on himself subconsciously, “that’s… news. he probably did it for cindercrest. i think. he’s not the type of person to…”

he pauses, considering his words, shaking his head lightly, ruffling his hair and playing with a horribly cut chunk of it.

“…kill for his own desire. being honorable, and all that.” wemmbu seems satisfied with his deduction, a smile gracing his face.

he wonders whens the next time he’ll be able to see flame.

How's egg?

- anon p

he flinches, jerking back.

the last time he saw egg was in that… prison of a room, where he was finally able to contact him for… who knows how long.

“he’s… doing well. at least from what i know so far.”

#asks!!! :]

nah what the fuck is going on with your boyfriend?????

”…flame? i don’t know… i’ve been… distracted lately.”

#asks!!! :]

kiss yo gf goodbye brah i bet she aint comin back😹😹😹😹😹

“…asshole.”

#asks!!! :]#ooc :]#who sent this. i will find you.

I will literally gobble you up in one go do not test me.

//???? boy what.

i’m avtuallly just so confused rn????

#asks!!! :]#ooc :]

he can’t do it anymore.

he just can’t.

he barges into parrot’s office. had snuck away from the cave kingdom, past everything.

he knew he absolutely murdered and massacred parrot’s army—high waters, or something, but if he didn’t find val soon, it would be more than just high water.

“Parrot.” wemmbu croaks out, voice wobbly like he’s on the edge of despair, and maybe, he is. “I don’t— i can’t, I don’t know where valerie and— and I—“

he spared parrot, he knew the macaw would know—he’s a smart guy after all—during the highwater fight, be spared parrot, because even after everything, parrot was still a good person.

“Valerie’s— she, she’s gone, and I— i don’t know if i can…” his vision blurs and everything turns to whirlpools as his body seems to want to give up on him—overworked to his core.

ah. he’s crying. he’s crying in front of the enemy.

Parrot startles at the sudden noise approaching the meeting room he'd been reorganizing for the hundredth time, feathers ruffling at the sound of his guards shouting and hurried footsteps...

However, seeing Wemmbu both put him more on edge and strangely relaxed him. Wemmbu had still betrayed his kingdom, yes, but the other had also made the choice to spare him when they both knew Wemmbu was fully capable of killing him.

Besides Wemmbu looked like a mess, to put it lightly... and the stammering about Valerie immediately clued him in as to why.

"Hey, hey... it's alright... deep breaths..."

Parrot signaled for the guards to back off and go back to their usual positions, stepping close to Wemmbu and placing his hands on the other's arms as one of his wings wrapped around Wemmbu to shield him from anyone else's view.

"Come on... let's go somewhere else to talk, okay?"

”no—no no mo, parrot, please i need this now.” he’s stumbling over his words, rushed and hurried, eyes snapping from place to place in… what felt like suppressed fear?

that wasn’t right.

wemmbu wasn’t supposed to be… scared.

“listen, okay, they can’t know i’m here, they’ll— they’ll kill egg, and i wouldn’t be able to save val because she’s with showtime and i—“

he doesn’t stop to take a breath, question after question lining up, piling like s stack of books with every word blurted out.

he’s gripping onto his hair—once luscious and well taken care of, now matted down and dirty, chopped from his waist to his middle back.

who is ‘they’?

"Okay- okay- got it... we can talk while we walk, okay?"

Parrot smiled nervously, attempting to lead Wemmbu into a more private room so that there'd be less chance of anyone barging in. He listened intently, nodding along as he considered the words.

"Wait, someone's got Egg? Is that why you're working with Cindercrest? He's, like, a hostage...? Damn..."

That... made sense. I mean, the idea of Wemmbu suddenly turning on them when they'd just been repairing things and getting closer was... odd. No way he'd actually had a say in that...

"Yeah... I know about Val... she came over with Asterion... needed to drop him off somewhere safe."

”fuck—“ he curses, his breathes choked and cut off, “showtime— showtime has her. i know they do.”

reluctantly, he dies follow parrot into a room, but his form is all jittery, he looks tired, malnutritioned, there’s bags under his eyes that carry more load than a suitcase.

“and yes, i’m not working with cindercrest but, i—i am working with… arachnid. but it’s more of a hostage situation, like— like you said, and holy, shit i don’t even know what i could do anymore!”

he choked, his chest is heaving and he won’t avery his eyes from the ground.

he doesn’t look the best, currently. both mentally and physically.

"Hey, hey, it's okay... I don't think Val's necessarily in danger with Showtime... and I don't blame you for working with Arachnid... you just wanna keep your best friend alive."

Parrot sighed, pulling Wemmbu into a hug and gently wrapping his wings around the other.

"...Do you need somewhere to stay for a bit? You can stay with me as long as you need... or as long as you can, considering Arachnid..."

”i—i can’t, i’m sorry.”

he huffs out a breath, smiling weakly as he shakes his head, shoulders still trembling with grief.

“if arachnid or even saps finds out i was here…”

the words lay unspoken but the threat was clear.

“i have to go, parrot. i—“ he gulps down the rest of his almost non-existent pride, “—and i’m really, really, fucking sorry for killing your whole… y’know, army and stuff.”

if you could say one thing to val what would it be

like nothing over one sentence

he’s been staring at this one question for a while.

just staring. never answering.

he groans loudly, gripping onto his hair and leaning against the cold stone wall against his back, grounding him the slightest bit ever.

he’s been… avoidant. he’s dissociated with everyone. his head spins and every second without valerie feels like something scraping against his bones, slicing his marrow and eating him from the inside out.

“i… i would tell her i’m sorry,” he breathes, steadying his voice, “…sorry, for being… weak. and pathetic. for not being enough to go and save her.”

he thinks back to zam, thinks about where he is now, a slave to arachnid because they have eggchan in his grip, doing mission after mission, order after order, somehow falling as second in command, even.

at least he got to see flame for a little while.

(@flamefragments feel free to continue)

flame silently stalks over at the sight of wemmbu, sitting down. they were down in the caves, the cindercrest only here to strategize. Flame is silent before speaking up, eyes not laying on Wemmbu. the whole war thing had been affecting him. " hey wemm, uh, are you injured from the battle or anything." flame fiddles with his hands as he speaks.

his eyes snap towards flame.

they’re purple! just purple.

they’ve lost that… fiery gleam to them, eyebags under his eyes weighing him down, his posture is inwards and sluggish, and his eyes are…

they look… done, like acceptance.

it was the same look he gave when he admit that flame was the strongest.

tired, horribly so. and a truckload of guilt right next to it.

“‘m fine.” he nodded jerkily, smiling up at his… well, boyfriend, right? “thank you.”

this wasn’t wemmbu.

It was like watching a puppet.

a cruel marionette, acting in wemmbu's place. this wasn't the one he loved or knew, this was..... some sick replacement.

flames tail flicks, the fire on the end dim and smothered in this place. flame recognized that look wemmbu give him, he remembered how he'd felt when he first saw it.

he did not feel any pride anymore.

flame scoots closer, hand finding wemmbus.

"i don't think you are fine," flame says, straight forward. blunt. he was never good at wording things right.

”hahah,” he chuckles, dry, “yeah, but i am fine, i swear…”

he’s mumbling, his voice seems hoarse, unused, his long, beautiful hair is now…

shorter.

much much shorter.

“i guess… not having valerie is just taking a really big toll on me. but i swear i’m fine! i can still fight well.”

flame watches him carefully, tilting his head as wemmbu speaks . flame turns his head so he's looking over the entirety of the caves, eyes trailing to the castle in the distance. ". . . this is not your war, is it ? " flame asks, a slight frown on his face.

he laughs wearily, shaking his head as his eyes trail downwards to where he was sitting, staring at his hands as they shake and tremble with fatigue.

“i…” he smiles, “i guess not, huh?”

he smiles up at flame, wide and dimples pushing in, and the slightest shine returns to his eyes once more.

there he is.

if you could say one thing to val what would it be

like nothing over one sentence

he’s been staring at this one question for a while.

just staring. never answering.

he groans loudly, gripping onto his hair and leaning against the cold stone wall against his back, grounding him the slightest bit ever.

he’s been… avoidant. he’s dissociated with everyone. his head spins and every second without valerie feels like something scraping against his bones, slicing his marrow and eating him from the inside out.

“i… i would tell her i’m sorry,” he breathes, steadying his voice, “…sorry, for being… weak. and pathetic. for not being enough to go and save her.”

he thinks back to zam, thinks about where he is now, a slave to arachnid because they have eggchan in his grip, doing mission after mission, order after order, somehow falling as second in command, even.

at least he got to see flame for a little while.

(@flamefragments feel free to continue)

flame silently stalks over at the sight of wemmbu, sitting down. they were down in the caves, the cindercrest only here to strategize. Flame is silent before speaking up, eyes not laying on Wemmbu. the whole war thing had been affecting him. " hey wemm, uh, are you injured from the battle or anything." flame fiddles with his hands as he speaks.

his eyes snap towards flame.

they’re purple! just purple.

they’ve lost that… fiery gleam to them, eyebags under his eyes weighing him down, his posture is inwards and sluggish, and his eyes are…

they look… done, like acceptance.

it was the same look he gave when he admit that flame was the strongest.

tired, horribly so. and a truckload of guilt right next to it.

“‘m fine.” he nodded jerkily, smiling up at his… well, boyfriend, right? “thank you.”

this wasn’t wemmbu.

It was like watching a puppet.

a cruel marionette, acting in wemmbu's place. this wasn't the one he loved or knew, this was..... some sick replacement.

flames tail flicks, the fire on the end dim and smothered in this place. flame recognized that look wemmbu give him, he remembered how he'd felt when he first saw it.

he did not feel any pride anymore.

flame scoots closer, hand finding wemmbus.

"i don't think you are fine," flame says, straight forward. blunt. he was never good at wording things right.

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”hahah,” he chuckles, dry, “yeah, but i am fine, i swear…”

he’s mumbling, his voice seems hoarse, unused, his long, beautiful hair is now…

shorter.

much much shorter.

“i guess… not having valerie is just taking a really big toll on me. but i swear i’m fine! i can still fight well.”

he can’t do it anymore.

he just can’t.

he barges into parrot’s office. had snuck away from the cave kingdom, past everything.

he knew he absolutely murdered and massacred parrot’s army—high waters, or something, but if he didn’t find val soon, it would be more than just high water.

“Parrot.” wemmbu croaks out, voice wobbly like he’s on the edge of despair, and maybe, he is. “I don’t— i can’t, I don’t know where valerie and— and I—“

he spared parrot, he knew the macaw would know—he’s a smart guy after all—during the highwater fight, be spared parrot, because even after everything, parrot was still a good person.

“Valerie’s— she, she’s gone, and I— i don’t know if i can…” his vision blurs and everything turns to whirlpools as his body seems to want to give up on him—overworked to his core.

ah. he’s crying. he’s crying in front of the enemy.

Parrot startles at the sudden noise approaching the meeting room he'd been reorganizing for the hundredth time, feathers ruffling at the sound of his guards shouting and hurried footsteps...

However, seeing Wemmbu both put him more on edge and strangely relaxed him. Wemmbu had still betrayed his kingdom, yes, but the other had also made the choice to spare him when they both knew Wemmbu was fully capable of killing him.

Besides Wemmbu looked like a mess, to put it lightly... and the stammering about Valerie immediately clued him in as to why.

"Hey, hey... it's alright... deep breaths..."

Parrot signaled for the guards to back off and go back to their usual positions, stepping close to Wemmbu and placing his hands on the other's arms as one of his wings wrapped around Wemmbu to shield him from anyone else's view.

"Come on... let's go somewhere else to talk, okay?"

”no—no no mo, parrot, please i need this now.” he’s stumbling over his words, rushed and hurried, eyes snapping from place to place in… what felt like suppressed fear?

that wasn’t right.

wemmbu wasn’t supposed to be… scared.

“listen, okay, they can’t know i’m here, they’ll— they’ll kill egg, and i wouldn’t be able to save val because she’s with showtime and i—“

he doesn’t stop to take a breath, question after question lining up, piling like s stack of books with every word blurted out.

he’s gripping onto his hair—once luscious and well taken care of, now matted down and dirty, chopped from his waist to his middle back.

who is ‘they’?

"Okay- okay- got it... we can talk while we walk, okay?"

Parrot smiled nervously, attempting to lead Wemmbu into a more private room so that there'd be less chance of anyone barging in. He listened intently, nodding along as he considered the words.

"Wait, someone's got Egg? Is that why you're working with Cindercrest? He's, like, a hostage...? Damn..."

That... made sense. I mean, the idea of Wemmbu suddenly turning on them when they'd just been repairing things and getting closer was... odd. No way he'd actually had a say in that...

"Yeah... I know about Val... she came over with Asterion... needed to drop him off somewhere safe."

#reposts!!! :]#ooc :]#arachnid!dog wemmbu bro. the lawdog au supporters are raving

”fuck—“ he curses, his breathes choked and cut off, “showtime— showtime has her. i know they do.”

reluctantly, he dies follow parrot into a room, but his form is all jittery, he looks tired, malnutritioned, there’s bags under his eyes that carry more load than a suitcase.

“and yes, i’m not working with cindercrest but, i—i am working with… arachnid. but it’s more of a hostage situation, like— like you said, and holy, shit i don’t even know what i could do anymore!”

he choked, his chest is heaving and he won’t avery his eyes from the ground.

he doesn’t look the best, currently. both mentally and physically.

he can’t do it anymore.

he just can’t.

he barges into parrot’s office. had snuck away from the cave kingdom, past everything.

he knew he absolutely murdered and massacred parrot’s army—high waters, or something, but if he didn’t find val soon, it would be more than just high water.

“Parrot.” wemmbu croaks out, voice wobbly like he’s on the edge of despair, and maybe, he is. “I don’t— i can’t, I don’t know where valerie and— and I—“

he spared parrot, he knew the macaw would know—he’s a smart guy after all—during the highwater fight, be spared parrot, because even after everything, parrot was still a good person.

“Valerie’s— she, she’s gone, and I— i don’t know if i can…” his vision blurs and everything turns to whirlpools as his body seems to want to give up on him—overworked to his core.

ah. he’s crying. he’s crying in front of the enemy.

Parrot startles at the sudden noise approaching the meeting room he'd been reorganizing for the hundredth time, feathers ruffling at the sound of his guards shouting and hurried footsteps...

However, seeing Wemmbu both put him more on edge and strangely relaxed him. Wemmbu had still betrayed his kingdom, yes, but the other had also made the choice to spare him when they both knew Wemmbu was fully capable of killing him.

Besides Wemmbu looked like a mess, to put it lightly... and the stammering about Valerie immediately clued him in as to why.

"Hey, hey... it's alright... deep breaths..."

Parrot signaled for the guards to back off and go back to their usual positions, stepping close to Wemmbu and placing his hands on the other's arms as one of his wings wrapped around Wemmbu to shield him from anyone else's view.

"Come on... let's go somewhere else to talk, okay?"