#kfp Yandere

[fan-arts-game-and-series-2023]

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Lord Shen headcanons cus I said so

(I finally rewatched the movie 🤭)

You guys.

You guys.

I finally rewatched Kung Fu Panda 2.

HOLY CRAP.

Three things reawakened inside of me--

One, an understanding of my obsession with Tigress as a seven year old watching the first KFP.

Second, the GOOSEBUMPS I got from that score. IT WAS INSANE, I’m putting this right next to How to Train Your Dragon on the list of “Movies I wish I could watch for the first time again” (I’d break down sobbing at LEAST five times)

Third, my strange fascination with Lord Shen.

Was he one of my first fictional crushes? Sadly, yes.

Am I ashamed? Of course, sadly, yes.

Was he the worst one? Sadly….not even close.

But we’ve all stooped down this low at some point. So let me just live my life and do this thing cus I think it’s funny

-I’m gonna follow the cringe royalty x reader path here

-He spoils you, a lot.

-And he doesn’t take no for an answer

-Shen is either the definition of clingy or just “no one come near me or you will be SLAUGHTERED”

-I’m following the yandere route, so he’s clingy

-You don’t go anywhere without an escort whether it be him or a guard

-Watch his mood VERY. CLOSELY. You don’t want to catch him in a bad mood and push his temper

-He gets jealous very easily and is one bipolar mf

-One moment he’s getting angry at you for making eye contact with him, the next he’s mad that you’re scared of his hugs :(

-Shen will attack anyone who lingers on you longer than he’d like, and only twice have you convinced him to spare someone’s life.

-He either HATES hugs or absolutely NEEDS them

-But either way he does need one thing…

✨THERAPY✨

-He ain’t getting it

-Thinks it’s for the weak minded lol

-So two months and one Stockholm syndrome later, you finally adjust to the bipolar mf’s tendencies

-Now you blame YOURSELF for when he decides to snap

-Everyone else can see it’s bs

-Shen’s precise with everything he does, and it’s very evident with what happens in the movie

-Manipulative when he needs to be

-He puts on firework shows for you

-Interpret that how you will

(he used fireworks as inspiration for his weapons…but it could also be a literal firework show)

-B O N D A G E

-idk I just wanted to write that down

-it’s not even relevant

-B O N D A G E 👹

-yea that’s pretty much it, unless I come up with some new ones

-then you’re getting a part 2 ✌️😛

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my ship tags by media

ANIMANGA:

Akagami no Shirayukihime = ans ships, Beastars = beastars ships, Bleach = bleach ships, Boku no Hero Academia = bnha ships, Code Geass = cg ships, Death Note = dn ships, Full Metal Alchemist = fma ships, Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun = gsnk ships, Jo-Jo’s Bizarre Adventure = jjba ships, Kimetsu no Yaiba = kny ships, Kuroko no Basuke = knb ships, Naruto = naruto ships, One Punch Man = opm ships, Otome Game no Hametsu Flag...= hamefura ships, Ouran High School Host Club = ohshc ships, Sailor Moon = sm ships, Shingeki no Kyojin = snk ships, Spy x Family = sxf ships, Studio Ghibli = sg ships, Tokyo Ghoul = tg ships, Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches = ykatsw ships, Yu Yu Hakusho = yyh ships,Yu-Gi-Oh! = ygo ships, Zankyou no Terror = znt ships

VIDEO GAMES:

Bendy and the Ink Machine = batim ships, Bravely Default = bd ships, Catherine = catherine ships, Corpse Party = corpse party ships, Dangan Ronpa = dr ships, Final Fantasy = ff ships, Fire Emblem = fe ships, Life is Strange = lis ships, Nier Autonoma = na ships, Persona 5 ships = p5 ships, Pokemon = pokemon ships, Resident Evil ships = re ships, Rune Factory = rf ships, Soul Nomad & the World Eaters = sn ships, The Legend of Zelda = tloz ships, The Letter = tl ships, Yandere Simulator = ys ships

MOVIES: Any other movie ship = movie ships

Star Wars = sw ships, The Lord of the Rings = tlotr ships, Titanic = titanic ships. 

SHOWS:

Doctor Who = drw ships, Friends = friends ships, Merlin = merlin ships, The Big Bang Theory = tbbt ships, The Vampire Diaries = tvd ships

WESTERN ANIMATION:

Avatar: The Last Airbender: atla ships, Castlevania = castlevania ships, Class of the Titans = cott ships, Codename Kids Next Door = cknd ships, Danny Phantom = dp ships, Disney = disney ships, Dreamworks = dw ships  Futurama = futurama ships, Kim Possible = kp ships, Kung Fu Panda = kfp ships, Miraculous Ladybug = mlb ships, Nijiiro Days = nd ships, Pixar = pixar shipsRWBY = rwby ships, Scooby Doo = sd ships, Total Drama = td ships, Totally Spies = ts ships, W.I.T.C.H = w.i.t.c.h ships, Winx Club = wc ships

COMICS: 

DC = dc ships, Marvel = marvel ships

BOOKS:

Harry Potter = hp ships, Little Women = lw ships, Percy Jackson & the Olympians = pjo ships, Septimus Heap = sh ships, Twilight = twilight ships

DRAMA SHIPS = drama ships (any jdrama or kdrama ships)

Mainly from: Flower of Evil, Goblin & Faith

CROSSOVER SHIPS = crossover ships

Mainly: Jack x Elsa, Kuzco x Chel, Hades x Eris

MISC. SHIPS = misc. ships (any other ship basically):

Gomez x Morticia, Roger Rabbit x Jessica Rabbit, Merlin x Snow White, Veronica x Jughead, Nega Wanda x Nega Cosmo, Cam x Brandy, Nadia x Lucio, Jack x Rose, Anastasia x Dimitri, Shark Boy x Lava Girl & others. 

GENERAL = shipping (tag about ships/shipping in fandom

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Lord Shen (Platonic Scenario - "Fallen Leaves")

Warnings: Abuse of Power, Violence, Blood, Death, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. - Takes place decades before the events of the film. Some of the dialogue is written in Romanized Mandarin Chinese.

Lanterns hung from thin strings attached to the tall ceilings glowed with flames of cranberry-red, each cradled by metal and bowl-like sheets. Tapestries that depicted East Asian flora draped the inside of the tower and contrasted with the blue and red symbols adorning the elegant walls.

The top floor was lined with broad windows, the tracery of which allowed natural light, both the sandy glow of the sun and the silver waves of the moon, to flood onto the polished tile, and it reflected all visitors in the rosy tint of dusk.

Silverback gorillas were stationed in a circle around the throne, facing outwards. A stone spear rested with its blunt end on the ground in the hold of their massive, sinewy hands, which were larger than the skulls of most Gongmen City residents.

The duo who guarded the top of the long staircase that stretched from the bottom of the tower to the upper floor greeted the king with snorts.

Upon reaching the final steps, a pair of tan antelope flocked to the king. They donned teal and mocha robes that flaunted flowery and ornate patterns worth more than the average lifetime income of the peasants, and porcelain plates containing the dew of ginkgo trees were clutched in their hooves.

Servile inquiries about his health and appetite gushed from their mouths like excitable children swarming their parents. The king scrunched his eyes and waved a hand at them as he passed as if shooing insects.

Words never pausing, the courtiers shifted their attention and offerings to Shen.

The prince recoiled and quickened his pace, but the commander approached the plates with a curious sniff and a lolling tongue. His jaws snapped shut around vacant air as the antelope hugged the food to their chest with disdainful and repulsed expressions.

Ears flattening, the wolf observed the courtiers through narrowed eyes and vibrated with a guttural snarl when they scurried to the side of the king. The jingling of rings and piercings in their ears filled the room like bags of coins shaking.

From his occasional discussion with the rare wolf whose gaze extended farther than the tip of his weapon, Shen had long since deigned to look upon the antelope's rotund shapes and thought of the peasants whose loose-fitting clothes outlined their skeletons.

The body of his pale blue robe mimicked fish scales, and if one had seen the pattern before the stitches in the embroidery, one would have guessed it belonged to a creature swimming in the ocean.

A maroon stripe descended from his collar to his feet, which were obscured by a black ruffle that dragged along the floor. The trim on his sleeves was an ostentatious combination of golden, black and flaming orange.

Shen sauntered behind his father, enjoying the comfort of his silk robe that was a solitary shade darker than the snowy appearance of his plumage. The metal joints in his talons slinked across the wood floor like twin glasses clinking.

Paws slapping the floorboards and claws scraping them after each step, the commander marched beside the prince.

As the king turned to peer at his son, his eyes crinkled in disgust. "Keep them out of the throne room. Please, Shen." Exasperation bore heavily upon his voice, and he planted a hand on the end of his beak as if holding his nose.

The courtiers surrounded him with their aromas of peaches in a desperate attempt to relieve his besieged nostrils from the lupine stench of the commander.

The wolf bowed his head and curled his lips, exposing his fangs with a quiet growl. He ambled back down the staircase only when the prince gave a slight nod of his head.

Shen's gaze idled on the stairs to the throne for a moment longer before he offered the majestic peacock a look of tepid sincerity. "What is to be done about it, Father?" His voice carried no indictment or demand for action, merely a wish to understand the expected fate of the bandits.

The king approached his throne with a hand grazing the pristine metal of the armrest. It mirrored the grand tail of the peacock, with its many eyes and sharp feathers reflecting the sunlight pouring in from the ceiling. "These rabble-rousers are guilty of no more than petty thievery."

His short-sighted conclusion drew the makings of a scoff from the prince, but Shen placated his disbelief with an incredulous glance at the peahen approaching his father.

The Soothsayer emerged from the same corner as she had a moment prior but chose to settle onto a green mat diagonal to the throne. The top of her head barely reached his jaw, and a silent weight burdened her walk that she neglected to share.

"Another farm was attacked last night," she lamented with the regal poise of a leader addressing the casualties of war. The edge of her violet robe, which imitated the shell of a giant tortoise, was lifted by her hands as she ascended the stairs. "This one, a member of our private supplier."

Shen slowly raised his head, an appalled twitch gripping his left eye.

Standing beside her husband, the queen's plumage was a much duller shade of light blue and faded pink. Where the teal rose to just below the top of his neck and evolved into a royal blue, her face was the colour of a decrepit rug stained with dry wine.

His crest protruded from the crown of his head like a magnificent folding fan, while her crest was an inconspicuous tuft of thin feathers that resembled acupuncture needles.

Like dogs heeding the dinner bell, the antelope wobbled up the stairs to the throne and doubled over in a series of pants. They recovered after a moment of wheezing and presented the dew of the ginkgo trees to the queen, who lethargically accepted it with a distrait glance across the room.

His parents continued the debate in hushed whispers, but Shen turned with a swish of his tail and rushed to the balcony.

The tips of his hand feathers rested on the balustrade. A tapping began as he rapped his fingers against the wood, beak opening as if preparing to declare a grand message to an invisible crowd. Before he could reach a definitive conclusion on his words, the tired voice of his mother gave him pause.

"Shen, something troubles you?" Her tone of caution and hesitant approach, as though she expected a particular answer, startled the peacock. She joined him on the balcony, and despite her inquisitive gaze, Shen refused to look her in the eye. He merely hummed, a sound that brought a twinge of despair to the queen's sunken face.

A cool breeze that flowed from the marketplace swayed her short feathers and carried with it various aromas of cooked rice and dumplings. Watching the city, the peahen acquired a distant uncertainty in the affair that drew her gaze to the guardrail of the balcony. "I worry the raids will not end with gold."

Shen looked askance at her and blinked, his eyes drifting to the edge of Gongmen City, where the elaborate craftsmanship of the towers and cobblestone roads dissolved into wetlands and huts. "Fret not, Mother. This blight upon the kingdom shall be lifted soon enough."

The queen turned to her son with a distinct weariness but mustered a feeble smile. "I pray your words are true, Shen." She continued to observe him with her mouth slowly opening, but the prince strode out of the throne room before she could voice her thoughts.

Hanging her head, the peahen allowed an anxious sigh to slip from her beak.

As metallic clanks descended on the wood stairs that creaked beneath the force of Shen's steps, the commander turned with a twitch of his ear.

The peacock strode past him without offering a direct look, merely a tilt of his head. "Gather your best men," he ordered in a calm tone that courted secrecy and discretion. "When the city sleeps, meet me at its border."

* * *

Before the wolf could crack the stone against the side of your head, a metallic feather soared out of the darkness and impaled the centre of his back.

The stone rolled from his grasp and tumbled across the ground, his mouth agape and countenance frozen in a look of shock. His hand continued to hover in a raised position as if his body were unable to acknowledge the attack.

Legs gradually dragging him forward until they pulled his torso towards the ground, the wolf collapsed on top of you. An agonized grumble was his sole expression of pain, and the stink of an unclean dog punctured your nostrils.

A smooth voice sharpened by irritation and disappointment broke the fragile lull in the raid. "'Petty thievery'. Oh, Father, your naivety is pitiable." The sheen of white plumage gleamed in the outskirts of the light's breadth, and a pair of red eyes emerged from the darkness shrouding the dirt path to the city.

Before the rogues could threaten this interloper, a trio of wolves clad in red and black shoulder guards lurked beside him. A whoosh followed the display of a large, crescent-shaped tail that sported a wall of red and black, eye-like shapes. Mouths opening and ears deflating, every rogue with the ability to move retreated a few steps.

"Prince Shen?" exclaimed the rogue nearest to the paralyzed one. He tucked his bushy tail between his legs when the commander delivered a snarl that scorned him for his misuse of the royal service.

Shen opened his hand in the direction of the wolf who had addressed him, and the commander lunged forward on all fours. As he tackled the rogue and slammed his head into the grass, the two bodyguards pounced on a pair of wolves moving to intervene.

The commander's robust paw and claws squeezed the rogue's face, gales of pungent breath that stunk of raw meat and roadkill enveloping his nose. A cacophony of whimpers, barks and growls pervaded the night as three rogues fought their captors, while the remaining four began to flee.

Swells of dirt wafted into the air like frozen waves.

Shen pursued the wolves in a serpentine manner, and with a swing of his arm, a volley of feathers that resembled sleek daggers brought two of them to the ground.

The final duo scrambled to retreat into the shadows, expelling yelps when a glint of steel emerged from the peacock's robe.

He dragged the blade across a rogue from his upper back to his abdomen in a motion so graceful it seemed to imitate a ballerina twirling on the stage.

For the last wolf, Shen leapt and hovered above him with an outstretch of his tail -- briefly obscuring the light of the moon -- before tucking it and using the force of his descent to propel the sword through the canine's heart.

The breastplate that had sworn to protect his life shattered like glass, and for a sweet moment that passed no faster than a blink in Shen's eyes, the night had achieved peace once more.

"What should we do with these?" Teeth clenched and body unsteady from the belligerent rogue underneath, the commander grunted the question at his prince.

Face speckled with blood, Shen turned slowly as if reassessing the situation. In a voice no higher than a grim whisper, he commanded, "Dispose of them." The commander's ears lowered in an expression of surprise, and the bodyguards, smelling a twinge of uncertainty, looked to him for confirmation.

Licking his chapped lips, the muscular wolf directed his attention at the snivelling rogue. Before he could attack, the rogue cried, "Wǒ zhīdào hěnduō shìqíng!"

The other two captured wolves flung the bodyguards off of them with a swift kick in the stomach and jumped to their feet.

The rogue beneath the commander turned his head to observe them, his eyes widening in terror. "Bié kàojìn wǒ!" As he writhed like a rocking horse, his former comrades brandished battle-axes. They were quickly tackled by the bodyguards, and their weapons clattered to the dirt.

The wolves sunk their fangs into their fellow canines' throats after a murderous glare from Shen.

A scarlet light flooded the battered land, as did the putrid stench of copper and iron. "Speak! Speak!" encouraged Shen, beckoning with a repetitive movement of his arms. "Since your comrades seemed so eager to silence you!"

One of the bodyguards had swiped a torch from the fresh corpses and presented it to their commander.

The red glow of the torch -- like a fiery sunset -- illuminated the haggard face of the rogue, blood trickling and glistening down his chin.

"You're gonna tell me who your boss is, or I swear on the royal family you'll never see another sunrise."

As the torch neared his face, the fur lining his snout began to sizzle. The wolf flattened his ears and bared his teeth with a pained whimper, but his attempt to pull away by kicking his feet through the dirt only earned a look of wry amusement from the commander.

"Bù! Bù! Wǒ bú shuōhuà," muttered the rogue after he spat a droplet of blood onto the ground. A strangled groan burst from his cracked lips when a muscular hand clenched his neck and slightly lifted him.

The commander looked into his crinkled, swollen eyes with a steady intensity, tightening his grip as the rogue's paws struggled to reach the earth. "You best start singing if you want to take your next breath."

The two bodyguards glanced past the captive wolf at each other, their heads and shoulders bobbing with mischievous chuckles.

The canine atop you had succumbed to his paralyzed lungs many minutes ago. While his carcass had yet to secrete the stench of decay, a combination of sweat and flames produced a stink rotten enough to supplant it.

He was knocked off of you and sent tumbling across the earth by a metal foot, and a lithe silhouette appeared among the clouds of smoke and ash billowing into the night sky.

Shen fanned his tail and draped it over you like a blanket.

The sun had long retreated behind the flat stretches of the marsh and allowed the silver reign of the moon to glimmer across the gentle waves that lapped the edges of the city. There was no biting coldness seeping into the air that night, except for the tranquil rage found in the eyes of Shen.

A kindness arose from his strict decorum when his gaze lowered to meet yours. The sudden weight on your head drew a timid gasp as you feared another round of pain.

Instead of a mouthful of dirt or a kick in the jaw, his touch was ghostly and promised a certain immunity from future wrongs. The feathers that had struck the life out of a wolf pack and stained the earth with their blood caressed the top of your head as if they were the warm sheets coating a bed made of the softest silk.

"You are safe now," he whispered, and despite the stench of fresh battle and multitude of aches rattling your body, you wanted to believe it.

"Xièxiè, Prince Shen." It was a phrase that you recited over and over again in stifled, choked breaths as if it were a mantra. As the peacock guided you to a stable position, your hazy eyes fell upon him in a way that spoke of your incomplete faith in his words before you aired it. "These wolves did not come for money like the first."

Unable to conceal his bewilderment, Shen stuttered, "'First'?" His satisfaction in the outcome dampened, for the news was eerily consonant with that of his mother's fear.

You staggered closer to the remnants of your house and, following a long look that deepened with grief and uncertainty about where to rest your head that night, shook your head. "They bore yellow and the horned mark."

Shen tilted his head from side to side in short, abrupt motions.

"Answer me!" came a gruff voice from the scene of two bodyguards restraining the final rogue, who dangled in their grasp with a bloody nose. The commander stood in front of them and landed a punch on the rogue's stomach.

Saliva flew out of his mouth as his head lurched forward, but he released nothing more than a defiant whimper.

The peacock slowly looked in his direction, smile falling and gentle demeanour vanishing.

"Bù! Nǐ bùnéng ràng wǒ shuōhuà!" The familiar argument returned.

Fur bristling, the commander smacked the rogue with his claws. "You're a disgrace to the entire royal guard! Coming out here and terrorizing a farmer -- it makes me sick to even look at you!"

Snorting and groaning to clear his throat, the rogue snapped his jaws with a string of drool plunging into the earth. "Tāmen bù shì wǒ de rén! Tāmen bù shuài! Tāmen bù cōngmíng!"

Before the tirade could culminate, a metallic feather gored the centre of his neck. The wolf slackened in the hold of the bodyguards until they were the only force keeping him from dropping to the dirt. The commander recoiled slightly and watched his body slip lower.

"He had nothing to say," declared Shen, and he swept towards the collection of wolves with impatient steps and a vexed scowl. "We meet at the neighbouring farm tomorrow night."

When the bodyguards released a series of whines, the prince whirled about. The commander was quick to draw the unsavoury attention away from his henchmen. "We just did a week's worth of training in half an hour, so we probably won't be at our best—"

Shen stomped directly in front of the muscular wolf, his limbs quivering and his eyes full of madness. "Tomorrow night! Tomorrow!" His beak opened to spew more iterations of the same order, but he paused upon seeing you amble in the opposite direction of the neighbouring farm.

Shen spared a distracted glance at the blood and corpses littering the ashen farmland.

"I can't afford any more delays."

* * *

A courtier idled on the balcony of the throne room, their gaze fixed on a rice warehouse down the street that seemed diminutive from their high altitude. While the churning of wagon wheels rolling over stones mixed with quiet chatter in the smoky night air, no light peeked through the black windows.

Slim moonlight provided a faint blanket of silver light that diminished further with each tile, for every lantern but those hanging above the throne had been extinguished.

The sound of coins hitting the floor echoed in the desolate room.

Whipping around with a gasp, the antelope examined the darkness like a thief searching for homeowners. A glimmer of white slinked past the edge of their vision closest to the throne as the noise followed the unknown visitor. As if only then recognizing the presence of the courtier, the silhouette stopped and turned to confront them.

"Fetch me a rag," hissed an unsteady voice struggling to remain below a yell.

The courtier was tersely stunned by familiarity before they plucked a grey cloth from their robe and dashed to hand it to the prince. Though shadows cloaked his body, the dark splotches staining his face and neck were like eternal tattoos among his white plumage.

Questions threatened to spill from their lips, but Shen retreated down the stairs to his quarters.

While in the corridor leading to his bedroom, a tranquil voice spoke from behind him. "You return late tonight, Shen." The Soothsayer was patient with pronouncing each word and imbued them all with an accusatory awareness.

The peacock spun around with wide eyes, only to duck his head and turn his back to her. "Yes," murmured Shen as he patted the rag against his neck, "I had some trouble with the wolves." His gaze darted across the tapestries of ancestors lining the walls as if fearing that one would spring to life.

Narrowing her eyes, the Soothsayer gripped her beard and stroked it the way one might stroke a cat. "The same wolves of whom your father spoke?"

Shen's agitated breaths and frantic glances at his environment ceased like a conductor ending the symphony with a wave of his baton. "Don't try to ensnare me in one of your traps. The private affairs of a prince are not for your ears, Soothsayer."

The goat lowered her hand and acquired a look of sour determination. "But perhaps they are for my eyes?"

A silence enveloped the corridor, sending a tremor through Shen's form and crushing his ability to be restful. Untold pressure and implicit threats drew his head towards the Soothsayer, and she met his vindictive aura with unyielding resolve.

Before he could act on his defensive instinct, the door to the adjacent bedroom began to slide open. Red light poured into the darkness and blanketed the prince in a crimson hue. He fled into his chamber, yanking the door shut and remaining in the dark as if he had never been awake at all.

The tired faces of the king and queen emerged, their shadows cast upon the wall and their eyes bleary. "Shen?" mumbled the peahen, but her scan of the corridor proved fruitless.

The king looked at both ends of the corridor as if expecting a commotion to erupt and approached the Soothsayer when no courtiers leapt out of the shadows. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and he kept his back straight and his head elevated despite the fatigue still fresh in his body. "What is the purpose of this disturbance?"

A moment of deliberation passed between the Soothsayer's acknowledgement of the peacock and the next stroke of her beard. She peered at the queen and the door to Shen's bedroom, gradually surrendering to a mournful sigh. "A troubling prophecy has revealed itself to me."

It seemed to pull the queen from her weary state, for she turned to the goat with crinkled eyes and a quivering beak.

The king watched the Soothsayer with a combination of uneasiness and slight tilts of his head. He stepped away from their door and motioned for her to resume the conversation inside, shutting it once all three of them were out of the corridor.

Sorrow heavier than the avalanches that plagued the mountain trails crumpled her face, crinkling her eyes and pulling her mouth into a downcast line. The Soothsayer raised her hand and, with quiet and continual grief, stroked her beard. "I fear that Shen has travelled a most wicked path on this very night."

As she resigned her gaze to the floor with a modest shake of her head, the king opened his beak slightly in disbelief.

"His heart is touched by a dark affliction. It is a path that can lead to nothing but pain and war."

* * *

As you approached the centre of the room, multiple rogues snarled and bowed their ears. Tails were erect as they glared in fervid detestation like ravenous predators awaiting the opportunity to catch their prey alone.

One barked "snitch" with a gnash of his fangs, and before he could acknowledge the flash of white and grey, Shen stood in front of him with a metallic feather poking his neck.

The peacock's tail had unfurled to its full length, obscuring the wolf's vision of you and encasing him in a prison of red and black symbols. The sharp tip of the blade was hidden in his fur and pierced his skin like a needle, and the carmine eyes scrutinizing his terror were opened unnaturally wide.

When Shen spoke, it was narrowly more than an agitated mutter. "Do not poison them with your gaze."

His finger quivered with suppressed rage. A tremor rattled his entire body as if he were a bomb seconds away from exploding, a sight that prompted the commander to glance between the prince and the rogue.

"Prince Shen," began the wolf with an assertive strength, but his voice dropped to one of apprehension as the peacock snapped his head towards him with an unblinking stare. "The prisoners are ready for the line-up, sir."

Gradually, Shen withdrew his feather and straightened his posture. He tucked his arms into the drooping sleeves of his robe, and his beak that had been contorted in a scowl closed into a serene smile. "Ah, yes."

Crinkling his eyes as if watching his scheme take shape, he marched to you while shouting, "Let us not tarry any longer!" The peacock extended a hand in the direction of the rogues, softening his voice. "Farmer, if you will."

Many of the captured wolves met your inspection with bared teeth and silent wishes to end your life.

You stopped after a few brief moments and turned to the prince to indicate that you had reached a verdict, wringing your hands from the uncertainty caused by their palpable malice.

Instead of examining the wolves himself to validate your analysis, he looked at you as if the answer were clear and indisputable.

"It is them, Prince Shen." As these words left your mouth, the wall torches that once blazed like miniature infernos seemed to darken.

Whimpers burst from the rogues, and Shen accepted your conclusion with a slow nod of his head.

The commander and his henchmen tightened their hold on the prisoners when they began to squirm.

A rogue opened his mouth to howl, but the cry turned into muffled gurgling as a metallic feather impaled his throat. The wolf collapsed soon after, earning shaken and unnerved looks from the rest of the pack.

Taking a short step back, the commander twitched his ear and peeked at Shen with slightly widened eyes. The peacock was peering over his shoulder at the corpse with frenzied satisfaction.

He whipped around with a flourish of his robe, arms outstretched as if to deliver a rousing speech to the army. "Does anyone else wish to cry for help?"

It was a double-edged question -- balancing on the thin line between rhetorical and a test of bravery -- that promised varying degrees of the same fate no matter how it was answered, but a rogue was forced to gamble when his eyes darted to those of Shen.

The peacock seemed to glide across the room like a spectre. As the blade prepared to strike, the wolf tumbled onto his haunches and held his paws in front of his face in a pathetic attempt at defence. "It was an order! No one was supposed to die! The boss just wanted us to rough 'em up a bit, I swear!"

A sharp object zoomed through the crevices in his fingers and pressed against his snout.

"On your life?" The voice carried a deadly stillness, but the hint of intractable fury brimming underneath the surface was louder than the most discordant firecracker.

Drawing his legs and tail to his waist, the rogue sniffled and resisted the tears threatening to cascade down his cheeks. "Yēyē!"

Shen sheathed the feather and cocked his head with pride. "Then you won't mind spending the remainder of it on the front lines, digging trenches and stacking bricks until your back snaps."

Frenetic whimpers and pleas for mercy spewed from the wolf as a pair of guards seized his arms and hauled him to the door. As he was dragged past you, he offered a regretful look that was reminiscent of a wild animal realising its doom just before the trap came down upon its head.

A rogue lunged from out the ranks of the prisoners and called, "Āngzàng de pàntú!"

The commander raised a paw to strike him, but a metallic feather embedded itself in the rogue's stomach. He fell to the ground in a mess of whines, scarcely resisting when a guard pulled him back into his cell to bleed.

The final rogue flattened his ears and attempted to retreat behind iron bars but was caught by the maniacal stare of Shen.

He watched the canine with the occasional tilt of his head as if daring him to make a sound. When the wolf's gaze darted to you, the prince stepped in the way of it and began a slow approach. His speckled tail started to unfold, and his pace rapidly increased until he seemed to slide across the floor.

As a pristine set of claws grasped his neck and threw him onto his back, the rogue stammered in a voice that grew progressively constricted, "I'll tell you where my boss is!" The weight on his torso shifted as dark blotches materialized in the corners of his vision. "They -- he meets us at the old rice warehouse. The one on Black Dragon Alley!"

Despite this information, Shen continued to lower a shaky blade towards his eyes.

The wolf maneuvered his head in various directions to avoid the tip of the metal. "Tā ràng wǒmen jiào tā Zhāng Míng!" A terrifying numbness was spreading throughout his body, a cold blanket of ice following.

After the peacock released him, it took several seconds for his nerves to revive and plunge him into a fit of gasps and pants.

"Zhāng Míng," repeated Shen with playful distaste. "To think I'm hunting wolves like vermin, only for the nest to be right under our noses!"

Removing his paws from his face, the rogue peeked at him like a child investigating a loud noise.

"So, I'm … I'm clean? My ledger is clear?" The hope that he would live had barely exited his mouth when a sharp feather pointed at his snout. It pricked his black nose, a mere fraction of the damage that the peacock, standing atop his chest and fighting a twitch in his eye, wished to instill.

The feather twitched nearer, and in a voice softer than the gentle tide coasting the city harbour but relishing a taste of insanity, Shen whispered, "Posthumously."

Gaze dropping to the floor in an instant, the wolf searched for whether relief or dread was the correct reaction. "Shénme—"

His confusion was ended by the slice of a blade across his throat.

[masochisticdevotion]

okay but yandere Shen from Kungfu panda two - King Julian Kin Anon

King Julien kin anon r u stalking me I’m legit watching this movie RN—

Also this man and the emo who from Whorton hears a who were my first childhood crushes so I will write this in the future

also UR FUCKING NAME-

[fandomlover312]

Made a yandere!Lèi cuz I felt like it

Just know that Qiàngdá will run at this sight

[welcometomy20s]

July 2, 2021

HoloServer Quarterly Report

Usada Constructions - Buy

To understand the current position of UsaKen, we must look to its history. At first, UsaKen was a joke, a riff on Majima Constructions, a potemkin company only existing to serve the whims of the founder and CEO. Pekora’s project was sophisticated and massive, her pranks simply legendary. But out of the blue, Moona enters. The mutual awkwardness worked in their favor, in fact this will be a prevailing theme, what might seem like a highly dysfunctional group, actually turns the whole thing into strength.

The Rabbit and Moon theme didn’t hurt them either, and the idea of Usada Construction as an actual entity enters the public consciousness, especially as a point of comparison to the fledgling Akukin Constructions… although it could be said that Akukin was the remnant of Hololive Resistance in some sense. This led to the initial expansion with the hiring of Coco and Kiara… but again this was more of a joke, a fleeting thought before UsaKen was about to come on its own.

It was the Akukin Relay that really set the ball rolling. Not only did we have the fortuitous event of Kanata accepting a position in UsaKen before finding out she did get a callback from Akukin, it spurred Pekora into focusing on Minecraft, especially her gaming plans were dirtied by corporate pressure. Pekora started small, with her misbehaving cannon and putting out her petty anger onto Noel, but soon Pekora unveiled her grand plan, Pekoland, and immediately set out to organize the company as a whole.

By now, the company was fairly-sized. It added Botan and eventually Towa into the mix, although Botan is still technically an affiliate and Towa first came with revenge, before using the company as an opportunity to learn how to be evil. Now the company measured seven strong, although they were quite disparate, having members from all three branches and across three generations. This was quickly noticed and a discord server was made in response, which led to another group project immediately after Pekoland, which was already a pretty big project. Combined with Coco’s final innovation, the Summer Festival became an even bigger project in the end.

And it would be odd to think this would end soon. There’s an actual structure to things now, people can communicate and build on ideas and the whole thing seems pretty democratic, even with its autocratic start. And Summer Festival brought UsaKen into the center of Hololive narrative. UsaKen is now the de facto face of HoloServer, and perhaps even Hololive itself. People look at the former loner as the master organizer. Things only look up from here, which is worrisome, but there’s enough in UsaKen that I’m less worried than usual. UsaKen will always come out stronger in the end.

Akukin Constructions - Buy

Meanwhile, Akukin completely collapsed. It felt like Aqua would return from her Apex marathon, but it turns out prior and prep for the solo concert meant a month break is what she needed, therefore Akukin was without a leader for one more month.

Lamy and Nene managed with their own projects, but the rest kind of fell apart. But the Summer Festival changed all that. Just as Akukin Relay signalled Pekora a restructuring was needed, Summer Festival meant Akukin had to show up. So, the skit continued. During the Akukin Relay arc, the mysterious yet feisty boss with two second-in-command who actually runs the thing scheming and fretting was a hit, with a hint of blackness in its blasted scaffoldings. Now, the blackness is very much apparent. Aqua cannot let the failing company go, and has become vicious. Considering Marine's past, this works to their favor. Lamy and Nene would be their own thing. Roboco and Mel would pop in now and again. As for Iofi and Aki… well, I’m not sure.

Choco, which I deemed the liaison for Shiranui, which has a contractual relationship with Akukin, now liaisons for Oozora Group as well. Choco might be the next important person just because of that connection factor. Akukin might be a contracting company now, although Aqua would not be happy about where they stand now.

Oozora Group - Hold

I know that Oozora Constructions, now Oozora Group, is not a publicly traded company anymore, but I still suggest holding onto that now-worthless piece of paper. The problem with Oozora Constructions was that its story went nowhere. Korone’s house was interesting, but it rarely had an ending, since it required Korone to cooperate and that’s usually an awkward thing at best. Her other projects were half-baked, and most importantly Subaru never really had that recognition. She wanted to build a company but others laughed at the prospect. So Rushia lost faith and moved to UsaKen. Oozora was tanking before it started to fly. But Matsuri took grace and joined Oozora, at which point it became a group. It’s not like Matsuri and Luna, the other employee, haven’t been together, and Subaru was called Matsuri by Sora, so why not?

In the last report, I said Matsuri is more like a government employee than a free agent, and indeed it seems Oozora Group now acts like a governmental organization, with building a police station being the first undertaking after restructuring. This is actually not bad. Public utilities are dearly needed in HoloServer anyways, and Subaru acting as a public servant removes the desperation in her actions that would make interactions much more friendly and interesting. By falling, Subaru might have turned a corner.

Tangent - Using an extended analogy, when the age of giant reptiles was wiped out by a meteorite, there were small survivors, which we now know as birds. So, it looks like Coco’s legacy would also be held by birds, holotoris to be exact. To explain why, let’s look at the current functional part of Coco. Coco is the bridge that connects East to the West, not just in terms of language, but also in culture and mores. In that way, holotoris nicely distributes this responsibility. Subaru might be the best JP member after Haachama in terms of English comprehension, and she is quite cognizant of recent foreign perspectives as well… so she could be a good future ambassador. For Reine, her Indonesian teaching stream reminds me of Coco’s early streams. And Kiara’s Holotalk has been the counterweight to Coco’s meme review since it started… Not to mention, these three are the most extroverted of their respective branches.

Shiranui-Elite Conglomerate - Hold

SEC is an organization of my own creation, but it’s a useful one, because it fits the current situation well. To sum up, Elite Construction was starting to fall apart as Minecraft activities waned, one of the replacements was GTA V, and the three major players were Miko, Flare and Suisei. Their collab together was probably the highlight of the last quarter and gave us a bright spot during a time of troubles.

As Minecraft activities increased, due to PekoLand and HoloID mall and Mel and Roboco popping in and out, the connection before was starting to bore out in Minecraft. Shiranui was originally a contracting company, working with Akukin for example. Therefore it had a family business type, indeed the only other employee was an honorary one given to Flare’s wife, Noel. But a series of interactions with Polka and Choco led to this master and apprentice relationship, which was a major hit.

Flare, pardon the pun, was always the black sheep of the Hololive Fantasy. While the other four have something to stand out and something to back the flash (Pekora draws with her laughter and manic behavior which is backed up by her earnest shyness, Rushia draws from her yandere metal screams which backed up by her sincerity and fragility, Noel draws with her upper assets and ASMR which is backed up by her erogaki silliness and her charming singing, and Marine draws from her horny nature which is backed up by her wit and almost motherly wiseness), Flare never really landed a character. Indeed, Flare is a straight man through and through. Not quite a tsukkomi like Subaru or Kanata at times, since there is not that retorting arrogance the two can exhibit, as people call, Flare was your comfy older sister...

But the Western audience and this Polka relationship changed that. In the West, the fatherly figure has more of a distinct and prominent role, and Flare can emulate this pretty well. A dad is grounded and serious, but can be silly and childish at times. But the silly and childishness does not undercut his serious nature… and that goes well with Flare (perhaps even more so than Calli, who is on a goofier side of things). Therefore Flare could finally breathe and express herself. And the introduction of Miko and Suisei brings the crew into full focus. They are reminiscent of early UsaKen, except while UsaKen was disparate, SEC most closely resembles… well, a D&D party. With your typical silly arguments and trials leading to growth and so on.

Adding Marine or even Nene might disturb this. Flare is fine with the size and I am too. It’s not like there are any real pickings left anyway. Shiranui-Elite conglomeration have a long journey ahead of them, but a brighter future that goes along with it too.

Haachama Construction - Sell (but buy Watasheep)

It was inevitable. Haachama/Haato thing was not going to be settled soon. Haato barely finished the Coexist arc, getting the Anno disease in the process. It was pretty clear that the Haato/Haachama thing became overblown and unfitting to what Hololive was now.

But this leaves us with Watame, and Watame is in an interesting position. Watame is between a lot of companies now. With Shiranui-Elite, she is part of the four heavenly lords, and as Watasheep, she does the delivery of Menya Botan and KFP, both part of UsaKen, who inadvertently cornered the fast-food business. And she is part of the 4th Gen, who has come much closer due to the departure of Coco.

Watame has always made the safe choice, she revolutionized the server with her excellent Janken machine, but it was Kanata who became the seller. Watame might choose to leave herself out, since her Minecraft streams are kind of meant to be relaxing. The reason she deliberately chose to level her field, instead of building the sign outwards like the rest of the signs. So, perhaps nothing comes of this…

OkaKoro Constructions & Shirakami Forestry - Buy

This wave of HoloServer was so large that even the rarer visitors felt a need to visit. Flare has reached out to Okayu, who has pointed out the reason for her absence was the loss of her basement and Korone has followed interest in the server as well.

Fubuki returned to finish her massive sakura tree, of course she acts alone, but she has been increasingly open to hiring people, but it’s not sure if this will become reality. Perhaps if Akukin finally dissolves, there would be enough workforce…

Kureiji Constructions - Buy

Ollie had a roller coaster of three months… Like a burnt fuse, Ollie has had several physical problems… that didn’t stop her from doing math streams (there are precedents Yashiro and Gwelu being good examples) and returning recently with late contributions to the Summer Festival. Reine has been helping on the side as well…

Free Agents - Sell

There is not much of this category anymore. Anya is the One who does not play Minecraft, in fact her demeanor is quite different from anyone else. Ayame not only has been gone from Minecraft, she has been gone, period. She really just returned to streaming after about three weeks? Risu is the only one remotely available, but she has the gene of OkaKoro, which does not induce work ethics in Minecraft, no matter how skilled she is. (Her roller coaster MLG is still one of my favorite clips)

Overall, 2021 Q2 was the best of times and the worst of times. There was a lot of big progress and a lot of setbacks as well. It’s a deeply uncomfortable but adventurous position, as it always has been for HoloServer and HoloPro as a whole. Next quarter will be further accomplishments and further challenges, and the company and the personalities and the audience will bear it through it all, as they always have.

[yikes-strikes-again]

my blog has a tagging system now

i just finished tagging the hundreds of original posts on this blog for easy access if you follow me i suggest you read:

ok so here are the tags + what they mean. lots of them are fairly self-explanatory. keep in mind that i don’t tag any reblogs this way (are you kidding, that would take literal years), so all of these tags only apply to original posts

“yikes original tag” = any post created by me. so any post tagged with any of the following should also have this tag. “yikes textpost tag” = any text post, or post that includes a significant body of text. “yikes shitpost tag” = all manner of memes, goofs, and sillies. “yikes image tag” = any post that includes images. “yikes audio tag” = any post that includes audio files or links to audio. “yikes video tag” = any post that includes videos. “yikes music tag” = either my music, someone else’s music, or just posts about music. “yikes art tag” = all my art!  “yikes writing tag” = my writing or posts about writing. “yikes meta tag” = posts about tumblr.  “yikes nsfw tag” = not safe for work posts. there aren’t many, it’s just to be safe. “yikes friends tag” = any posts about or with my friends! if you’re my friend, check this tag for special goofs. “yikes anon tag” = replies to anons. “yikes meatform tag” = “meatform” = my face or voice. any reference/evidence of me inhabiting a physical body. “yikes fandom tag” = any fan media, art, music, or memes. there are lots of sub-tags for this, and i have made posts under  “yikes AT tag,” (adventure time) “yikes bnha tag,” (my hero academia) “yikes cicierega tag,” “yikes doki doki tag,” (doki doki literature club) “yikes gomens tag,” (good omens) “yikes gorillaz tag,” “yikes homestuck tag,” “yikes kfp tag,” (kung fu panda) “yikes miku tag,” “yikes minecraft tag,” “yikes mitski tag,” “yikes mlp tag,” “yikes mp100 tag,” (mob psycho 100) “yikes OFF tag,” “yikes portal tag,” “yikes queen tag,” (the band)   “yikes rick and morty tag,” “yikes scp tag,” “yikes star trek tag,” “yikes su tag,” (steven universe) “yikes undertale tag,” “yikes yansim tag,” (yandere simulator) and “yikes zelda tag,” if you are in any of those fandoms, check out the tag! “queue’re not gonna believe this shit” = any posts that were queued “the morning reblog” = all self-reblogs aaaaand that’s it god this took me so long. tag your posts kids.

[yandere-toons]

This isn't really a request- it's more of a question tbh. I was wondering what do you think Shifu would be as a father figure?? Basically what kind of behaviours and reactions he'd show as a father figure to reader. Would he have some grudge against that idea? Would he stay away from them bc he fears being that sort of figure after what happened with tai lung,And if he was a yandere, how bad can the situation get?? I really like your opinions on these matters bc your character writing is amazing

His attitude would shift throughout his life.

Shifu was much more openly affectionate towards Tai Lung, and judging from the memories shown in the first movie, he spoiled him to an extent. He cheered when the snow leopard developed an aggressive nature, hardly ever scolded him or told him no, and promised that he was going to be the Dragon Warrior before he knew if it was true.

This excess praise is what Shifu attributes to Tai Lung's villainy, believing that he was too quick to see only the positive side of his behaviour and did not take the time to be critical once Tai Lung became arrogant and expressed a lack of care for others.

Unfortunately, this caused Shifu to slide to the other extreme.

He is keen to notice faults and comment on them, withholding his affection until this new kid does something truly spectacular. Every time they grow angry with him or defy his instructions, he remembers Tai Lung and is struck by the fear that he is going to repeat his past mistake if he is not strict.

Shifu is hesitant to be fatherly and show any type of paternal warmth. The red panda worries that he is not fit to adopt such a role anymore, believing that he would be no good as a father and not wanting to relive the pain of losing a kid to his own shortsightedness.

However, if they stay on his heels and keep trying to endear themselves to him via frequent visits and training sessions, it may just work.

He invites them to join the Furious Five for dinner most nights and starts to give real advice when they ask. A lot of it is lessons passed down to him by Oogway, but Shifu allows himself to teach the kid a few Kung Fu techniques that he created on his own.

Shifu would maintain a certain distance unless the kid's natural caregivers are absent or inept, at which point he considers setting aside a more long-term room for them in the Jade Palace.

Soon enough, it becomes a tradition that they accompany him and the Furious Five in daily activities. The affable warriors, such as Monkey and Viper, are treating the kid like a part of the team, and Tigress, while not as easily befriended, is growing accustomed to their presence.

Shifu notices his students' acceptance of the kid and begins to see less of a reason why he should not take them as a pupil.

The red panda involves them in rigorous training, shaping the kid into his proudest learner and, hopefully, his greatest warrior. This training is demanding in every way that a body and mind can be tested, but Shifu urges them to persevere.

He is a bit harsh at times and pushes them harder than he does anyone else.

As his expectations for the kid continue to rise, there is little time for them to do much else besides training. They are too exhausted to wander the Valley of Peace, and Shifu always seems to have an exercise for them to do before he allows them to take a break and visit any friends or family.

If the desired people live beyond the valley, Shifu claims that it would be too long a trip and that they need to focus on mastering the art of Kung Fu.

He says that letting go of personal attachments and devoting oneself to Kung Fu is the path to achieving inner peace. Never mind the implication that staying in the Jade Palace and listening to his teachings above all else is the best way to do so.