Wukong: Macaque, Beloved,

Ever wondered how Crosshair got his name?

prowl and bulkhead humanformer deisgnss

bee and ratchet

I made stickers!! And have some doodles!

TADC OC

After watching the pilot I made my girl Cupid join the scene!

She's a hopeless romantic and loves baking even if most of the things come out burnt! But it doesn't matter to her! Because she bakes with love! Also this girl favorite person is Gangle! *wink wink*

A oneshot of Red Son and my oc Arrow, that's pretty much it (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.

Morpho Fat and Skin Folds on Archive.org (for free!)

these are from last year-

My main Ocs ✨

💘 Arrow

😇 Angelica

🌊 An Lian

🐝Iris

this is Iris old design-

5 Fluff normal spicynoodleshipping plis

"Noodle Boy!!!"

MK startled as he heard the familiar voice shout from behind him. He looked away from the arcade game he was playing with Mei to see Red Son standing near the end of the aisle of games looking furious with his hair sparking dangerously. Seeing the fire demon in the arcade of all places was unexpected; he looked somewhat out of place there.

"Uh... Hey Red Son," MK finally responded, "What'cha doin' here?"

The question seemed to only infuriate the demon more, "What am I doing here?" he shouted, "What are YOU doing here?! One moment you're chasing me and the next you've disappeared to go play video games with your peasant friend! How unbelievably rude!"

"Ummm.... sorry? I think?" MK rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly. It was true, he'd been chasing after Red Son an hour or so ago; he'd stolen some artifact or relic or whatever that seemed important, but at some point during the chase MK had lost track of him... and he was already late for meeting Mei at the arcade for their hang session, so he'd just kind of given up. "But, I mean... you won. I couldn't catch you. Why'd you come back?"

"Because!" Smoke was pouring out of the demon's clenched fists as he shouted the word, but after that, he seemed to lose his train of thought. There were a few moments of silence while his eyes darted back and forth, seemingly trying to remember what he was going to say, "It's... it's just the principle of the thing!" he finally stammered out, apparently starting to realize how silly this sounded. "You can't j-just abandon a... a FIGHT you're in the middle of to go play games with someone else, it's bad form!"

MK hesitated, glancing over at Mei... his friend had an excited smirk on her face, like she was trying to hold in a laugh. It took him a second longer to realize what it was that she found funny.

"OH." MK turned back to look at Red. "You're jealous!"

'WHAT." Red Son's whole head lit up in a flash of fire, "How dare you?! I came here to- to finish our fight and not for any other reason!"

"Hmm..." MK seemed to ponder the statement for a moment, but then responded with a nod, "Ok. We should finish it, then."

Red had looked like he was ready to shout some more, but then he was quiet as he processed MK's words, as if he wasn't expecting him to actually agree. Then his whole body seemed to perk up a bit and an excited smile appeared on his face. "Yes. Yes, exactly! Come on, let's fight!"

MK returned the smile as he approached Red Son, but instead of turning to go fight outside, he grabbed a firm hold of the fire demon's hand and led him further into the arcade. He seemed to be so shocked by the sudden move that Red just allowed it, the only sign that he was even aware of what was going on was the soft blush forming on his cheeks as he stared down at their joined hands.

Finally, MK brought them to a stop in front of one of the arcade machines, specifically Monkey Mech. "Here," he said, looking back to Red but not releasing his hand, "we'll fight in this game. Winner gets to be the all-time champion and lord it over the loser forever!"

Red Son looked back and forth between the Monkie Kid and the game once or twice before responding, "I meant a REAL fight, you harebrained peasant!" he grumbled at last. Notably, he still hadn't pulled his hand out of MK's grip.

"Ohh, sounds to me like you're scared, Red," MK teased, "What, are you afraid I'm gonna kick your butt?"

Another flash of fire from the demon's hair, "In your dreams, Noodle Boy!" he released MK's hand and reached for the controls to select a level, "No items, Son Goku only, Journey's End."

"Wait, you've played before?" MK was genuinely surprised, but went to slot tokens for both of them into the machine anyway.

Red Son's smile returned, more smug than before though. "Second thoughts, Noodle Boy?"

"No way!" MK grabbed ahold of his own controls to start the game, "Let's finish this!"

Ever wonder how long Wukong must’ve mourned Macaque

secret identity

finally posting that phantom thief au fic with Red Son and MK

(this is only called “secret identity” because it’s said SO MANY times in this fic it was all i could think of for a title

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: MK has a cut on his arm, so if even the slightest mention of an injury freaks u out be careful with that

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Red Son hissed as he pulled himself off the ground. He wasn’t injured too badly, nothing that would leave more than a bruise, but-

The ceiling collapsing in the middle of a heist was probably not part of the plan.

(You’d think the museum would’ve had measures to prevent cave ins, considering it was built underground. For some reason. Red Son hadn’t really been paying much attention when Macaque had been explaining the building’s history, he’d been more so focused on the treasures contained within.

And on MK’s heist notice. That had taken up most of his attention).

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