#Haoyu

[smilesatdawnmain]

Big Family Au

I had to do this Meme XD Especially with how much Haoyu looks like Wukong.

[kodee-22-blog]

Time for Lore Drop for the Babbyyyy and a little more art that I have so far! There will definitely be way more art, for now these are the only two pieces I have!!!

Bi’an Hua (is her official name)

First child of Chyou and Haoyu which are @smilesatdawnmain characters (I’m unware if there will be more)

She was born a girl and still identifies as a girl

Spider Demon and Monkie Hybrid, often fondly called a spider Monkie by her family members.

She has black and “gold” hair/fur. Her eyes are red like her mothers, she has Haoyu’s face mask and beauty mark, except hers is on her chin. She takes more of her mother’s skin tone. Her fur near her belly, neck shoulders and upper thighs are more of golden color and fade out to black.

She calls Haoyu “Daddy/Dada/Dad” uses “Dad” when she gets annoyed with him.

She calls Chyou “Mommy/Mama/Mom” mainly uses “Mama” and drags the words out when she’s annoyed with her.

Haoyu calls her: “Sider Lily, Little Sunset, Gemstone”

Chyou calls her: “Little spider, My flower, Princess (both parents call her princess)”

Her favorite uncle is ironically MK, like how cats like people that avoid them. But her real reason for liking MK the most is because of stories, she loves stories and even makes up her own. This led to her spending more time with MK and Rumble, since the two of them make up stories and taught her how to draw.

She has to wear special made gloves for her claws, like her mother she can make poison but has a hard time controlling it. Her ears are a bit sensitive to sounds, but not as bad as her Papa Macaque or her aunts and uncles. She has a spider-like bigger form, it’s just more fluffy. She has a mix of shadow travel and the black dust travel, the black dust and the shadows mix very nicely and compliment each other. She can also make things shrink and grow.

She has another power, which earned her the title “Princess Of Death.” She can tell when someone is about to die, it was a bigger problem when she was younger, she would randomly point to people and stare. The bigger part of this problem is that she can also tell when someone is pregnant. A lot of people thought they were going to die when the princess pointed to them, but most of them turned out to be pregnant in the end. How this works is that she can see souls, this became obvious when she learned to talk, she went up to MK and XiaoXiao, while clasping her hands together and saying “One” no one had told her about their split soul, everyone thought it may have been a fluke until she did the same thing to Yin and Jin when she met them.

Her whole family disapproves of the “Princess Of Death.” Title, because, one its just wrong. and two, she often predicts more life than death. She is also a bright and happy child. But they can see where it also comes from, when Chyou was pregnant, Red Spider lilies started to spontaneously grow around the mountain, most making a trail to Chyou’s and Haoyu’s bed chambers. When she was born the mountain seemed to explode with red spider lilies, the flowers seeming to celebrate the birth of the princess. The flowers still follow her around, just not as bad, sometimes when she’s playing hide and seek the flowers will sprout and give her away. No one knows why these flowers adore her. Chyou and Haoyu find it quite sweet, since a Red Spider Lily was one of the first gifts Haoyu gave to Chyou, of course he didn’t know the meaning at the time.

Because of her “Princess Of Death” title it made a lot of other kids avoid her, starting a rumor that if she touched you, you would die. This wasn’t true, of course she wears gloves for her poison but all it can do is paralyze. Her first friend was a capuchin demon Monkie named Yúzé. The two met when Bi’an was sitting on a bench, the other children avoiding her. Yúzé approached because he needed a place to sit, he has a condition with legs, they don’t work right and he has to use special crutches to walk, because of his condition it led to him asking her if he could sit. She of course said yes. The two started talking and realized they both share a similar interest in telling stories.

She gets more of a sense of style from her aunt Xue. She loves dressing up, mostly for a game. Overall she prefers comfortable clothes like her Daddy. She keeps her hair long, usually keeping in one French braid or twin French braids. She also learned how to talk her way out of things and make deals because of aunt Xue. Haoyu wasn’t too happy that his sister taught his daughter how to flirt her way out of a situation, while Chyou on the other hand found it hilarious.

Her weapon of choice is a spiked cudgel staff like her Papa Macaque, though hers is made of metal and decorated with spider-silk ribbons. She trains with MK and Papa Wukong, learning how to be a better fighter.

Over all Bi’an Hua is sociable and a highly sought out princess when she’s older. She is the very definition of beauty and looks that could kill. Many princes and princesses ask for her hand, but since she can see souls she can see their true intentions. She doesn’t care for gender when it comes to love, she loves regardless of how someone identifies, though she may have more of a thing for very pretty girls~ and pretty people general.

[artisticxlly]

New OCs alert! Non-Haikyuu content for once, I've had the concept of a gentle martial artist x clumsy pottery artist in my head for a good while now

[koiinoborii]

A man that has fleas and a few ethics violations

[tomboxed]

recent oc drawings :3

[henkiartwork]

[kervl-klear]

A quick fanart for @cuervolyx ‘s original story! XD They are so good looking, I can’t help but to try and draw them.

I hope I didn’t mischaracterize them too much. 😂😭

[lovemaster-mode]

Sometimes you just have to make a blog for a fandom that (as of January 1st 2025) has 3 people, one of which is the creator, and another property from that same creator so you can tweak in peace.

[simpsqueendom]

the idiots and their relationships ; daeyu.

DAEYU : « they are the definition of puppy love. as soon as their paths cross, it will be almost impossible to separate them from each other. they are shy, embarrassed, do not know how to express their attraction and feelings. it’ll be a helping hand from fate, when they learn they’ve been talking to each other for months, on an anonymous app. but even before that, Daehyun is all that interests Haoyu, and he admires him from the depths of his soul, observes him from a distance, can’t help but watch him play when they are on the field. he has a crush on him. a crush that will be confirmed when he gets to know him, when he understands that his feelings are the same. this is new for Haoyu who has ever known only his best friends, but what is certain is that he will never leave his life, not when he feels like living for the first time, not when every day he wakes up with butterflies in his stomach thinking about all these things that they will be able to discover together. »

[smilesatdawnmain]

We got to see Protective Wukong over Pregnant Macaque: Can we see Protective Macaque over Pregnant Wukong?

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Macaque made a sound almost akin to a whine when Wukong shifted him in his arms. “This is embarrassing,” he hissed to his mate, leaning his head to his shoulder.

Wukong laughed—soft, delighted, “But you are precious,” he whispered, warm and gold against his ear, “You smell extra sweet today, you know,” His paw snaked under Macaque’s thighs, the better to support him as he half-carried, half-guard his mate as he took down the Celestial halls.

Macaque, too dizzy to walk straight, blinked at the golden pillars around them and considered sinking his teeth into Wukong’s shoulder as payback.

“This is the worst,” Macaque hissed.

“You love it.” his mate fluttered his eyelashes.

Being carried, sure. Being adored by his mate, also sure. Being heaved around with this large belly of his, within the eyesight of every celestial they passed, only to have the humiliation of sitting upon Wukong’s lap during his meeting- Not really.

This had been the fourth time Wukong had done this, and the first Macaque was more conscious for. How humiliating to be seen like this.

Of course, the alternative was Wukong leaving him at home and under potential threat of any demon who was just waiting for the Moon Monkey to be left alone with his mobility hampered, nauseated and out of sorts. No. If the only way to keep his unborn child safe was to be slung over his mate’s shoulder like an overgrown plush toy, then so be it.

Wukong, to his credit, handled Macaque with lavishing care. He made a show of snarling at passing bureaucrats so that they scattered like crows before them, he murmured little asides into Macaque’s ears, and spoke sweetly down to Macaque’s stomach- to their child slumbering within. Macaque, caught between the urge to melt and the urge to claw his mate’s handsome face, pressed his lips into a line and let himself be carried.

In the Audience Chamber, the gathered gods and celestials were already in their places, a small sea of resplendent silks and stern faces. All conversation wilted at their approach.

Wukong set him gently set them both upon his designated chair, adjusting his mate to his lap. He paused to cup Macaque’s face between his hands. “Are you okay?” he whispered, ferocious tenderness lurking beneath the words. Macaque did not dignify it with an answer, instead baring his teeth in a warning scowl and flushing cheeks.

Wukong ruffled his cheek fur affectionately, cooing at how cute his mate was.

He did not let go. If anything, he tightened his grip, a golden eyes cast lovingly about Macaque’s middle. Once settled, Wukong’s hand splayed low, protective—but also possessive, across Macaque’s stomach. It was both a comfort and a curse: Macaque was not a man who enjoyed feeling small, and to be rendered precious was to be rendered fragile. But for once, he held his tongue and settled back into the crook of his mate’s neck.

He already felt the exhaustion hitting him. Often these days he found himself barely able to stay awake for longer than an hour or so. Made spending time with his mate and cubs rather difficult. He often awoke in his nest with the cubs around him, chatting, doing homework, continuing their day to day regardless if Macaque was awake or not.

Yet never leaving his side.

Sometimes sleeping, he’d awaken to find all of his children curled against his chest and the eldest, Haoyu, shuffling his siblings back into place when they rolled away. At first, he’d tried to be embarrassed; these were the children of the Monkey King, chaos incarnate, who should have been swinging from ceiling beams or bothering the celestial gardeners, not tending to him like so many nursemaids. But it happened again and again, with a sweetness so touching.

Even now, when his children should be focusing on school, or training, or friends, he felt their presence at his feet. Haoyu and the Moon twins, Rumble and Savage, this time, hidden within his shadows. Haoyu normally could not produce shadow magic, so Macaque assumed he had used Rumble and Savage’s help to drag him below the depths to sit, and wait, and guard.

It should not have made him proud. But it did.

The chamber finally regained its composure. Celestial eyes returned to their scrolls and ledgers, waiting for a few more Celestial’s to gather before the meeting proceeded.

Wukong was smiles and power. His lips were curled, but his eyes were molten lava. He looked at those assembled, and every eye that met his yielded, or burned.

Macaque settled back, a fuzziness edging at the corners of his eyes. Nothing to do about this situation for now. Slipping his hand over Wukongs to hold their child together, his eyes closed. After… Nova, both had grown rather anxious on this new little one. Unintended, but never unwanted, it left the two rather anxious for any developments. They couldn’t lose another, please they couldn’t, not now, not with this much love and anticipation for them, so fragile and adored- and they hadn’t even seen the child’s face yet.

A thud at the chamber’s entrance made Macaque jolt, his instincts honed despite the fatigue. A breeze of lotus petlas, followed by the nimble slide of Nezha, the young celestial general. He bowed sheepishly to his Father and Eldest Brother Jinzha, who waited across the room for him. He even nodded in greeting to Muzha, who sat across the court at Guanyin’s side as her apprentice.

“I apologize for my lateness. There was a—” Nezha's eyes caught on Macaque, curled and heavy-lidded against Wukong’s chest. Wukong grinned, genuine and excited.

“Hello, Little Brother.” his tail wagged. Macaque offered a small wave as well.

Nezha forgot for a moment where he was, the eyes on him, the squint of his Father, and pushed to slide over to the two. Baby belly! His eyes were locked on Macaque’s- particularly his belly, as he hadn’t had a chance to see the either of them since the announcement. Just before getting to them he was crouching, like an eager child.

Wukong, as it was only Nezha and a few he would allow this with, joyously offering Nezha’s to touch. The Celestial did, only when Macaque nodded in agreement.

Nezha's hand hovered, uncertain, finally landing gentle and reverent. He kept a safe distance, as if the child could lunge from the flesh at any moment. Macaque chuffed, too tired to muster true irritation, but there was something so fragile in Nezha's awe that his lips twitched in reluctant fondness.

“Strong kick,” Nezha said, surprised, drawing his palm back as if stung.

Wukong’s hand slid up to ruffle Nezha’s hair, “Uncle to be again. Excited?”

“Sort of?” Nezha pursed his lips. It truth he was, but Wukong’s cubs certainly were a lot. He loved them though. Wild, energetic, sweet, and his family, even if they weren’t blood. “Do you want me to get you anything, Mihou?” Nezha asked, knee’s on the floor beside the throne, his breathless energy contained only barely.

Macaque cracked one narrow purple eye. “Something to drink, an exit, and an assassin’s silence.”

Nezha grinned, unabashed. “I can offer something to drink,” he said, fetching it. His Father opened his mouth to argue that Nezha was not allowed to leave after making them wait for him for so long, but Wukong gave the Celestial a look that shriveled the rebuke before it emerged.

Guanyin spoke, softly chuckling, “We are still waiting for the Jade Emperor to arrive. Surely tea can be provided.” she says kindly, smiling at the two monkeys. Her eyes as blue as the sky, pools of clarity in a haze of gods and gold. Macaque let himself breathe.

He loved her eyes. He was glad they were a trait that was passed into their eldest.

They smiled back, at the woman who helped begin their family in the first place, always delighted to see her. One of the few Celestials aside from Nezha that they found as an ally, a friend, and as family.

Nezha darted from the chamber, in flagrant disregard of protocol, and was back moments later with a silver flask and a tea service only the Celestials supplied. He poured for Macaque, reverently.

“Thank you, little brother,” Macaque rasped, and Nezha, who could destroy entire armies with a flick of his spear, blushed beet red and focused very hard on pouring the tea without shaking it onto the table.

Wukong made a low, delighted noise and pressed his face to Macaque’s head, just to brush his nose through his mate’s cloud of fur. Macaque barely tolerated the affection, but relented, overcome by the way Wukong’s body vibrated with happiness. He needed reassurance as much as Macaque did, if not more.

Drawing back the tray, Nezha paused. He looked down, at their shadows. He squinted, slow and seeking. He did not share Wukong’s golden vision, but being babysitter to their cubs for so long, he felt he had started to grow some knowledge on the shadow magic they possessed. And this shadow? It was off.

He leaned down, “…I dunno who is in there, but would you like a cup as well?”

Rumble and Savage’s tiny clawed hands crept out from the darkness, their faces emerged yet with small sparkles. The ten year olds grinned, “Yes, Uncle Nezha,” Savage spoke for them both as they made grabby hands at him.

Nezha, undaunted, split a second cup between them before their tiny red and plum hands snatched it. Macaque reached down to smooth his children’s disheveled foreheads, his long fingers making them coo. Even a simple touch from their Mother made the world right.

“Anyone else in there?’ Nezha asked.

“Haoyu,” Savage says. “He keeps getting stuck when he moves. So he stopped moving and is meditating now.”

Wukong snickered, Macaque’s lips curled- oh their precious boy. Macaque tapped the shadow lightly, “Stardust, come sit out here with us.” he wanted to draw out his eldest, sweetest boy. Haoyu had never left Macaque’s side since the moment they announced he was pregnant. All his children were protective, but Haoyu- there was a seriousness to the 18 year old when it came to this pregnancy. Macaque hadn’t told any of his children of the sibling they never got to meet.

But Haoyu was old enough at the time to remember- to know, and to understand. He had mourned the quiet that came after, and now he watched his Baba with the wary tenderness.

From the black slickness at their feet, Haoyu’s face appeared, serious as the moon. Up close, he looked strikingly like Wukong, except for the deep, contemplative ache in the boy’s brow, which was all his Baba’s. Then his eyes, the deepest blue to match his Mother.

He joined them in the semi-circle, more elegant than his siblings, pulling his knees up out of the shadows to cross, sitting diligently at the foot of his Father’s throne.

He offered Nezha a respectful bow, then beyond him at Guanyin. He signed to her, it was a courtly, but ended with a loving gesture, “Greetings, Mother. I missed you.”

Guanyin beamed. “And I you, precious one. May your heart be at ease today, Haoyu.” Her hands moved to sign back, the conversation lost on all but those familiar with the old sign language.

Haoyu nodded, then reached out, gratefully taking the cup Nezha offered. “Thank you, Uncle Nezha.” He signed.

The gathered Celestials looked at Wukong, then at the chairs, then at the heap of intertwined shadows, the heir to the throne, and collectively decided that if the Monkey King’s cubs were present, they would simply ignore the standard protocol and survive. The chaos as a norm at this point- and protocol meant nothing when the King was amongst them. If was only Nezha’s Father that didn’t quite hold the same fear of speaking up.

“You brought your children with you?” Li Jing accused, eyebrow arched.

“You did too,” Wukong leaned casually against his hand, gesturing to Nezha, and then his two older brothers.

“They are members of the court,” Li Jing scowled.

"As are mine," Wukong retorted, matching scowl for scowl. "They're security detail. Is this not a family business?" The question was thrown with such velvet insolence to the nepotism that Li Jing's reply died in his throat.

Instead, Jinzha—the most resplendent and tight-shouldered of Li Jing’s sons—attempted to smooth things over. “The meeting is nothing of grand significance Father. I’m sure it could be a fruitful learning experience to the child present.” Jinzha’s smile was practiced, Celestial-perfect—only the slight flicker of his gaze toward Wukong’s hand on Nezha’s shoulder. Never liking the dangerous company his Brother kept, but never able to muster a real complaint against the warmth in Nezha’s eyes or the easy trust that bound him to the monkeys

Wukong, ever gracious in victory, simply grinned, and with an expansive wave of his tail, offered, “We’re all family here, right?” It had the usual effect—Wukong’s enemies never seemed quite sure if he was making an overture or sharpening the knife for later.

"Then we are all in agreement," Guanyin said, serene, but the line of her mouth tugged with mirth. "Let us move on."

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Ughh I really wanna start posting official fanfic stuff for this auuuuu~ I got so much stuff, but so many of that stuff is one shot random scenes like this one XD

Kinda switched who was being protective here. Did Wukong instead if macaque, but hey, they are both extremely protective of the other

[kodee-22-blog]

Based off of @smilesatdawnmain recent post with Haoyu and Chyou, I present my own fanchild haha

I actually did some digging and found that spider monkies can have black and “gold” fur. I haven’t decided of their a boy or girl or their name. I gave them Haoyu’s mask and beauty mark, just in a different spot. Chyou’s eyes and skin color. They are supposed to have Chyou’s forehead marking, it’s just covered by their hair. I also added bangs because I think it would be a cute thing that ran in the Monkie family

ANYWAYS! I hope you enjoy!!!!

[laruedelamour]

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[koiinoborii]

"Maybe im looking at it wrong."

[chelseacatgirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/chelseacatgirl/770551874781921280/meet-my-new-kirby-ocs-who-are-knuckle-joes?source=share

Here are what Knuckle Joe's cousins look like without their headbands on and having their hair down too.

Hope you like it!

Kirby series (c) Nintendo

Haoyu, Kouji, Kumi, Rosette, and Perez (c) Me

[tomboxed]

not quite right in the head

[cait-sith]

A (very late) secret santa for bea on the Alls Fair discord! Based on @lovelyelbowleech's fanfic War Games on AO3!