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You walk along the shore, sand pressed underneath your feet, fresh ocean breeze brushing your face, gentle sunlight painting the whole world any amount of colors as the day comes to an end. It's beautiful. There are very few things you call beautiful anymore but this is wonderful. You take a seat in the sand. You've been out to the beach a couple of times now. The other times was during the day and it was crowded, but now it's empty (like your soul). You sit down in the sand. You know you'll never be able able get fully rid of the sand now that you've sat in it, but you don't care. The bright world around you is all you care about. The sun is a bright red. The sky is a bright orange. The clouds are a bright pink. It's all wonderful.
Speaking of Pink, he's right behind you. How did he-
"Hi."
You stare right at him. He stares back. He seems mellow, not at all what you thought you'd see him as. He sits down next to you. You move a bit away.
"Oh calm down. I just wanna talk."
You look back at the sunset and hope with every fragile bone in your body that he doesn't say another word, even though he literally just said he's going to talk. You don't like talking.
"What are you?"
Starting off strong, huh. You don't answer stupid questions, so you keep your mouth shut. However, you do give him a nasty side eye. He apologizes for some reason.
"It's just... I can usually copy abilities. If someone was born with supernatural powers, I can use the powers they use. But, no matter how hard I try, I can never mimic the things you do. How?"
Magic, man. So unreliable. Something that can't be explained by science can't be expected to be controlled. Things like that, things that were never meant to exist in the first place, are things that should never be recreated or imitated. They're impossible. They only happen once. Never again, never the same at least.
"Did you gain your powers?"
You're not sure.
"Have you always had them?"
You're not sure.
"What are the limits?"
You're not sure.
"What exactly are y-"
You stand up.
You walk a few paces before looking back at Pink for moment. Then, you open your hand, palm facing upwards. And slowly a flame comes out of it, a dark icky flame. You close your hand around it and punch the air with your closed fist. It shatters. Pink is shocked by this glowing portal being you. A break in reality itself stands before the both of you.
A crow takes a stand next to you as well. You kick it before flipping Pink off and going through the portal. He ruined a perfectly good sunset.
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I got my hair cut the other day and of course I had to draw the dca boys running a hair salon:
Sun would be so effortlessly charming. Always chatting away with customers, explaining each product he uses and how to best maintain and style their hair.
Moon I can see being popular with the less chattier customers (like me) but over time they begin to open up. I imagine he hums while working. Otherwise, he's all ears for the newest gossip.
(The clipped up hat idea came from @bamsara's solar lunacy doodles!)
Also I love the popular headcanon that the dca can speak other languages, so I can imagine them being a hit with the aunties.
The full sketch page under cut! And some of my other thoughts
Other thoughts about this... AU? Can I call it an AU? Feels kinda small for an AU, but whatever:
Eclipse works there too! Haven't decided if it would be canon or fanon Eclipse, though I really like the image of 4-armed Eclipse working on 2 clients at once (plus, the nickname Clip is perfect for this scenario)
of course they're great with kids! They'd be able to console kids that get scared of getting their hair cut. Sun would do a little trick and tell them how good and brave they are all the way through. Moon would console them and hum a soothing song (or hey maybe they notice the kid's wearing a disney shirt and starts humming some showtunes). Every kid gets a candydrop and a balloon on their way out.
y/n works at the hair salon as a part-timer and does tasks around the salon like sweeping, arranging bookings, washing hair, etc. They don't really care too much about their own hair, but the boys are always offering to style it, dye it, braid it. With y/n's permission, the boys always toy with their hair—patting it, combing their hands through it, brushing it over y/n's ear, ruffling it.
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Still waters run deep…
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I headcanon that it wasn’t death that made Macaque a scheming savage and a dirty player, he was always like that. But back in the days of the Brotherhood he was more shy and timid, which, combined with adoration of Wukong and (at the time) small figure, made him look rather harmless and sometimes naive.
But, sometimes, his true nature did shine through
Also first time drawing anyone from the brotherhood except gay monkeys
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