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spotsupstuff · 9 months

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Where do Boreas and Zephyr end up in the off the string Ancients au after getting off the string?

well, assuming that Euros and Sparrows manage to find Boreas before he fucks off on the journey to Zeph alone or Desaevio Houses manage to catch him, the three would make the journey to her together and with Sparrows bein the only one with a place to go, she'd suggest coming over to her home at least until they figure out smth better

fuckin... Euros tryin to rope the other two into the joys of baby sitting.. Boreas constantly smacks his head on doorways. Inferno gives Boreas a fucking shotgun n starts teaching him how to use it while Sparrows, very conscious of the religious importance of Iterators, is just lookin behind them like 👀💦 Inkling would get along with Zephyr WONDERFULLYYYYYY,, would try to teach her how work around the house despite her disabilities so she would Finally get to do smth else than just sit and cling on to survival. Boreas n granda glaring at each other from the other sides of a room as if one of them isn't alive strictly because of spite

they lose Brook and everybody is trying so hard to find her and at the end it turns out that she somehow managed to hide under Boreas' chlamys and has been clinging on to his back for a solid hour now. no he did not know about this

at the end of it all Sparrows family would get together and probably renovate some house from beyond the retaining walls of Euros' facilities where the Gen 1s could hide away, because ultimately Zeph n B need to stay a secret more than Euros himself. about Euros people already know! and at least he's still within his own walls. but Zeph is supposed to be a secret and B is so damnably important as a bearer of the capital city, that if they were found out the family would get into a lot of trouble

so the aged humidifiers get to have a lil dwelling in the forests nearby, seems like! <3

#Spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #off string ancient times au #oh wow i got such a strong feelin on deja vu while answerin this one the fuck GJKSLCKLJGK boreas is attacking me #its fun to think about these two being.. brought to Sparrows home. considering both didnt differentiate between Ancients #all these good people lending them a hand keeping them safe teaching them how to live life like this.. they would be killed in the first-#-draft of Mission Self-preservation. Sparrows let two snakes into her home. to her most treasured people. and those two have to deal with-#-that trust. Brook or any child asking Zeph to be held by her. she was planning to doom this little soul #'i dont- im not sure i know how to be soft' she says. Inkling shows her- unaware that those green hands were supposed to be a danger #Boreas' moment would probably come while defending the farm district with other fight-capable ones #hes new to being like this so he gets taken down by the animal. instead of letting him suffer through his mistake Inferno jumps in front-#-of him with the gun ready n kills the enemy and then stays with B to make sure nothing else would get to him while he recovers #there are good people out there. its time to see it. theres no walls to make them blind to it anymore

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toast-is-ticklish · 2 years

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An Unconventional Coping Mechanism

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[Not tk related]

I just really care about you, everyone in this family does. You’re a part of this family now, you know? And I- I just-” MK floundered with his words a little bit, voice wobbling. “I hate seeing you hurt. We all do.”

Something Macaque hadn’t felt in a long time bounced around in his chest and throat as he absorbed MKs words. Gods, a family. He hadn’t been in a family in such a long time. A family that cares. The idea of it ran circles around his head.

And the kids face.

“Kid.”

He said. And it came out so soft and tender he could hardly believe he was the one saying it.

Macaque hurt/comfort because this emo drama monkey needs a hug

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When you're completely alone, it's normal to pick up some strange coping mechanisms.

At least that's what Macaque told himself.

But the excuse was wearing thin.

How was he supposed to deal with the neverending tidal wave of memories? The ones that went from perfect, to bittersweet, to sour, to an all consuming burn of pain pain pain?

Mostly, he just curled up somewhere in hideout, not quite breathing. As he sobbed, he would scrabble at his arms searching for any amount of relief.

Desperately wishing someone was there to comfort him. To tell him he was okay. To remind him to breathe. Someone. Anyone.

There was no relief.

Until eventually some part of him answered that wish, without his permission.

It was pathetic.

It was really pathetic that he created an illusion of Sun Wukong to comfort him. And that it worked, and that the episode was half as long as it usually was.

It was pathetic how he only realized after he could breathe again and tried to reach out.

Only to see his Wukong disappear.

His fit of despair afterwards, fueled by anger and longing and hopelessness was pathetic.

Still, it became a habit.

When he would break down, a fake Wukong would appear, offer him comforting words and occasionally even rub his back or hug him. When he could breathe again, the other monkey was gone.

Once everything was done with, Macaque thought the breakdowns would stop, and the habit would end. After all, LBD was defeated, his relationship with Wukong was healing, and he had a couple of people who cared about him. Or at least acted like they did.

He had nothing to have episodes about. There was no reason to continue his pathetic meltdowns ('Panic attacks.' his mind supplied, 'that's what the group calls them.') .

Yet they persevered. Macaque spent a way bigger chunk of his time alone than he would like lost in a white static panic, only to be comforted by a fake Sun Wukong. Even though he had a real one now.

It was ridiculous. And a problem.

But there was no way he was going to tell anyone about it. To him, it was an permanent mark of his weakness and his shamefulness. A relic of an embarrassing past he would rather forget.

No one but him needed to know about it.

No one but him needed to know it was still happening.

He had made a routine of it.

But one day it struck at an...inconvenient time.

The whole group was staying over the night before New Years celebrations began, and they were going to celebrate together.

Should be fine.

He was honestly really happy MK invited him. He was given a chance to be a part of things and was trying his best to take it.

But, he guesses, being so alone for so long, he was unused to just how much noise multiple other people make.

So when his eyes and ears started filling with white static, and breathing got a little difficult, he knew he needed to hide.

After all, he didn't want to ruin this chance.

So here he was, hiding in MKs room until it passed over.

The 'panic attack' went as usual. It was calming down now, and he was almost able to think.

Breathing as fake Wukong told him to.

But he was so distracted by his predicament that he heard the light footsteps on the stairs, but only registered them as background noise downstairs.

Until he saw MK at the top of the stairs.

"Macaque?" the boy said concernedly, "Are you...okay? Monkey King?"

And once again he was thrown into the depths of white hot panic.

A burning sensation squeezed at his organs in a feeling that he could only describe as I ruined it.

What would they think of him now?

"Macaque! Hey, hey hey, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" suddenly the voice was right in front of him.

"In through the nose, out through the mouth...just like that." MK paused, looking at the shaken Macaque crumpled in the corner of his room.

The Monkeys' breathing evened out a little.

"Can I...touch you?" The kid asked, unable to hide a bit of sheepishness even now.

Macaque looked up with unfocused eyes.

The kid was asking to touch him.

Why would anyone want to touch him?

Still the idea sounded nice. Really nice.

He nodded.

And when MK wrapped his arms around the monkey, he realized just how pale of a comparison any illusion he made was to the real thing.

A real hug.

Had he had one of those since before he died? If he did he couldn't remember.

It was just so warm, and real, and alive. It replaced the white hot static with this pleasant fizzy feeling.

Something so important and so necessary had clicked into place and it just made so much sense.

It felt indescribably relieving.

He felt his head drop onto MKs shoulder and he let himself hug back, clutching onto the kid for dear life.

Choked sobs shook his ribcage as he desperately pushed his face into the crook of MKs neck.

"I'm right here. And I'm not leaving. We are staying here as long as you need," MK said softly, squashing Macs doubts before they could even fully crop up.

They stayed there, for a while. Macaque couldnt really tell how much time was passing as his sobs faded to silent shaking, to nothing.

And they stayed even longer after that. But eventually Macaque decided he was stable enough to let go. MKs cold, soggy, immensely tear stained shoulder was not exactly comfortable, and he knew he had to fix his face.

After they separated MK looked Macaque in the eyes, "You don't need to explain anything you dont want to. Or anything at all," he said, leaving no room for question

Suddenly the kid was up, rummaging through his closet.

"What- what are you doing?" Macaque asked, cringing at how weird his voice sounded after crying.

"Looking for tissues." MK was talking as if literally nothing strange had just happened, which, although strange, actually made Macaque feel better?

"Oh. Okay." He replied somewhat awkwardly. The monkey took a breath and decided to take stock of everything now that he was able to actually focus.

Glancing around the room, he didnt know what he expected to see but none of it was unusual. No fake Wukong, so he must've just disappeared in the confusion.

He focused on the sounds throughout the noodle shop. Sounds like mei and tang were losing it about something, while pigsy was lecturing them. He could hear red sons snickers, and Wukong wasnt laughing, but his tail was brushing around a little so he was probably hap-

"Aha! Found it! I have conquered you, labyrinthean closet!" The kid announced, lifting the tissue box above his head for dramatic effect.

"You have like, two shelves in there MK."

"Two is a lot, okay?!" He was clearly trying to stay lighthearted for Macs sake, and the monkey would be lying if he said it bothered him.

Looking at the kid Macaque almost winced at just drenched his shoulder was. He would have to make up for that later.

"Ehm. Sorry. About your shirt." Macaque mumbled. Why did the words come out so...awkwardly? Ugh.

"Oh this? It's no big deal. Nothing a washing machine or quick change of clothes cant fix," he gestured vaguely, "Anyway! You take this!" he shoved the tissue box in macs lap, "This!", he threw a water bottle at the monkey, very nearly missing his head, "Aaaand...this!" he said, placing a monkey stuffed animal into Macaques lap ams giving it a pat on the head.

Mac gave the kid a look.

"For emotional support." He said, puffing out his chest and seemingly pouting a little.

He couldnt help but let out a chuckle at that. "Heh. Thanks, bud."

As Macaque took a drink of the water (which he didnt realize how much he needed until he had gone for a sip and drank half the damn bottle), he felt weirdly calm.

He could pull himself together real quick up here, then rejoin the party like nothing had even happened!

Except for the fact that he definitely owed some explanation to the kid, even if MK said he didnt need to. Even though Macaque didnt like to express it outloud, though he was getting better with that kind of thing, he felt gratitude for the kid for helping him. He didnt want to leave him completely in the dark.

But to that he would have to open up. He hadn't done that since before Wukong killed him. And even before that it was very, very rare.

Ugh. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this situation?

His thoughts were interrupted by a slightly awkward looking monkie kid. "Uhhhhh, Mr. Macaque, it doesnt really bother me, like at all, but I thought you would probably want to know..." he scratched his head before pointing at his own face, "Your uh. Face. Looks different."

Oh shit. His glamours.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

He turned around and quickly cast all his regular glamours because they were all down. The scars, the ears, his eye, everything.

The kid must've sensed the older monkeys obvious panic and tried to rush in to ease his mind. "Like I said it doesnt bother me at all! I just know it kinda bothers you so-"

"Why didnt you say anything sooner?!" He tried to control his tone but some frustration came through anyway.

"I was focused on trying to make sure you were okay. Not on a couple extra pairs of ears or some scars." How did he make everything sound way simpler than it is?

"Whatever. Just. Tell me sooner next time, okay?" Hopefully there never was a next time.

"Rodger that."

And an awkward silence. Goddamnit.

"Sorry if I raised my voice, kid." Macaque grumbled, suddenly finding fiddling with the water bottle very interesting.

"Oh no, you're fine! I'm sorry. Like you said I shoulda told you sooner- I know you and Monkey King get really worked up about that stuff."

"You're fine, MK."

Another pause.

"Soooooo. Do you wanna talk about like, anything that just happened? Cause you dont have to, but I'm a little lost."

Oh boy. Time to try and only say what he absolutely had to.

"The Wukong was a shadow clone made to look like him."

Okay maybe that was too little. Goddamnit.

"Yeah, I figured that out. But...why?"

"Its uh. Just a bad coping mechanism. I dont have control over it?"

There were many words to describe Macaque and he'd prefer if awkward stayed out of that list. So he was a little perturbed by how clunky and awful everything was coming out of his mouth. He was supposed to be a manipulative, charming, theater guy! Not an awkward, mumbling, stutter guy!

Ugh.

MK nodded to himself as he thought through everything he was just told. “I think I understand a little better now. I know you probably don't want to tell anyone, but this whole,” he gestured vaguely towards Macaque, “situation can’t just be left alone. It seems like it already has been for a while.”

The kid paused, looking down at his lap.

“I know it kinda sucks telling people personal stuff like this, but I promise when you do, and they can understand, it will make your life so much better. “

Macaque understood what the kid was saying, but didn’t think he could really apply it to himself. Like, yeah, obviously it helped MK from experience, but he wasn’t MK. He was an immortal Monkey. He had literal centuries upon centuries of baggage. He didn’t have people who cared about him unconditionally like MK did, and didn’t deserve to.

“Hey Macaque?”

The monkey was pulled away from his thoughts by a concerned looking MK, a sight which was becoming far too familiar for his taste.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Can you promise me something?”

Oh Christ.

“Depends on what it is, MK.”

His voice came out a little weaker than he would have liked.

“Can you just tell Sandy that you deal with this kinda thing? Like, it doesn’t even have to be in any amount of detail, literally just ‘MK made me promise to tell you I have panic attacks.’.

The kid was looking at him in the eyes right now, and his face was filled with such concern and care that it made Macaque want to start crying again.

“I just really care about you, everyone in this family does. You’re a part of this family now, you know? And I- I just-” MK floundered with his words a little bit, voice wobbling. “I hate seeing you hurt. We all do.”

And the kids face.

“Kid.”

He said. And it came out so soft and tender he could hardly believe he was the one saying it.

MKs face just screamed care in every way and it made his heart swell with that something feeling he couldn’t really understand. It hung in the air for a bit.

“I’ll do it.”

The kid pulled him into a hug like he had just been told he won a million dollars.

“Thank you.” He whispered to Macaque as he tightened his grip, like he owed the monkey anything. “Thank you.” Like the kid hadn’t lit up his entire life, like he didn’t give him friends, a second chance, a family.

Macaque just let himself lean into the hug, feeling warm and safe. As he wrapped his arms and tail around this cub, he only hoped he could give him that same feeling.

“You can keep the monkey plushie by the way.” MK said with a small smile.

Macaque laughed into his shoulder.

He could work with this.

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