#why are they easier to draw in comparison to mk

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blows them up with my mind

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And here's the finished piece y'all!

(here's the WIP for comparison \'/\'/)

I will say, I do hope this was worth the wait and there are noticable improvements!

Honestly pretty proud of this piece!

(Also sorry I couldn't post this earlier, I had to complete some work before finishing this ^u^')

and see! I did promise Bai He the spotlight and y'all received!

I will admit, I MIGHT have gotten a bit carried away with the embelishments and embroidery but COME ON.

I know practically speaking, there wouldn't be this much embroidery and pattern on her outfit for someone living in the wild and well... a monkey BUT STILL

I just wanted her to match with Mac and achieve that gypsy look is all! I already went full force with him so why not give a little pizazz to his daughter?

(BTW, ALL members of the shadowalkers fam will eventually get their own tulle shawl/wrap thingy. You'll just have to wait for me to design Wukong & Mk)

Headcanon that Mac & Bai He made parts of their clothes together and while Mac was busy doing his own thing, Bai He befriended a cat but it got it's paws in the paint and walked all over her shawl. Then Mac comes back to the mess and Bai He decides to keep it like that. XD

Also Bai He was learning sewing and stuff (cause she rips her own clothes so often she needs to learn how to patch it up) and did the embellishments by herself and was so proud of it afterwards. (Like if Mac can get clouds on his robe in canon, then Bai He can have flowers and butterflies on her dress)

Actually y'know what? No this isn't headcanon. This is canon to the au now.

I was originally going to place the embellishments at the hem of the dress almost like a trim, but that looked too uniform so then I remembered Mirabel's dress and took inspo from that.

Additionally, I kind of retconned the purple dress in Mac's piece. I knew pink was kind of Bai He's signature but I just didn't know how well that pastel/barbie pink would fit into the foresty background but hey! We got there eventually.

You might also notice that her wristbands are present this time!

Maybe as she got older, Macaque started teaching her how to make more stuff (he is an artist after all; made his own plays, drawings, a video game) he helped her make her wristbands.

At first they were just going to have her name engraved into it but then I remembered Macaque's lantern and how it used the character for light in it's design and I thought that was super cool so I kinda stole it for my design heh...

Mei was actually a bit last minute cause Merlin wasn't in the original shot but I wanted to give Mei some screentime too since she is rather underrated. And it was a fun challenge to shade her feathers

Not much to say bout' MK, he's just good ol Mk in this one.

I will admit the hair was a little tricky here cause again: shading dark hair is a pain in the &ss but the yellow sunlight made it a bit easier

Surprisingly the hardest part of this was the background

Turns out colour picking directly from screenshots won't ALWAYS work (^~^')

hope u had fun listening to my lil au!

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Some Weeks Are Better Than  Others Pt. 2

(Mind your Business)

M’Baku x Reader

*Part 1* *Part 3*

Plot:  You and M’Baku have to be apart for a business trip you are taking.  Leaving him sucks for you both, but career is important and he supports.  But the trip is a lot more than a test of your value to your job, but to your relationship as well.   

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Computer Love, interruption, disrespect.

*Previously*

You hadn’t texted M’Baku yet and it was a little later than you anticipated getting back.  That fat ass would make for a great comfort to you but a FaceTime will have to do.  You step out, toweling down and wrapping a robe around you.  You sit on the bed, grabbing your phone up, and going to his name.  It rings, and rings, which is odd because you thought he would be nipping at the bit to get in touch with you by now.  You get a text then, ‘Hang on.  I’ll call you right back’

You lay back on your pillow in annoyance, wondering what the hell he is doing.  With the day you had, you still found time to call him, but here he is delaying things when you could be asleep.

Your phone rings and you pick it up, revealing his face smiling widely, sitting on the edge of you guys��� bed,

“Hello, my lady love!  How are you?  You look well, did you just shower?”  He can’t hide his excitement which makes you feel rejuvenated with energy.

“I did just get out of the shower.  I feel best now than I did all day.” You say letting out the deepest breath you’ve taken all day.

He furrows his brow, frowning, “I’m sorry (Y/N).  Was it anything serious?  There’s no shame if you have to come home early, you shouldn’t break yourself for this.”  He says with paternal concern.

You shake your head, “No it was just a long day dealing with people, but I made it somehow.  I don’t want to talk about it right now though.  I miss you…”

You hear him groan in angst, “I miss you too, my heart.  This place is colder without you, even with the record high temperatures.”

The summer has been sweltering, and you’re both kind of pansies about it.  You smile weakly, feeling a little emotional but not wanting to show.  You all have never been this far apart before and nothing about the trip has made this an easier transition.

“You look adorable in your bonnet, baby.  Is that a new one?”  He inquires.

You chuckle Cardi B-like, tugging it down a little further, “Yes, I don’t use my home bonnets in public areas so this is my travel bonnet.  Just a cheap little thing.”

“Hmm, well you make it look very chic, my God!  The birds out here are shaking.”  You both giggle at his silliness.  M’Baku never fails to make you feel like you won the lottery.

You guys pause for a moment just looking at each other through the screen.  “I got the dishes done earlier.”  He says, raising his eyebrows with a sly expression on his face.

“Is that right?  Well they weren’t going to do themselves so…”  You say cooly.

“Oh Hanuman!  Why are you being cruel to me.”

“I’m not being cruel, just saying you did something that needed to be done.  Do you need kudos for that?”  You say, picking a piece of lint off your robe.

“That is true.  When I was doing them, I thought about how you can never keep your hands to yourself while I can’t defend myself.”  He says leaning forward, biting his plump bottom lip.  “You come up behind me, grabbing my waist….”

“Yeah, and I’d gyrate on that ass while you’re doing them, yup!”  Putting on an extra hood accent.  You swear you more gangsta than him.

His whole face smiles at your antics, “You say, ‘They better be spotless or I’ll have to teach you not to cross me, eh?’  And you do a terrible Wakandan voice, I die every time!”  M’Baku laughs with his whole body: eyes closed tightly, head shooting back, teeth on full display and mouth wide enough to impress a dentist.  

“Whatever, I can take you any day.  Have you screaming uncle in a minute, punk.”

M’Baku looks at you, leaning on the desk, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb, eyes glazed like his mind is somewhere else for a second.

“What’s up with you?”  You ask.

He shrugs, “Oh nothing, if you haven’t thought of it by now, I might as well call it a night then.”  

You squint at him suspiciously, “What the hell are you talking bout?”

He screws his face up while hunching before continuing, “It’s just that I thought you were going to give me a prelude to your thankfulness for me handling your chores...”

“Is that so?  My chores?  My diet doesn’t require nearly as much dishware to prepare so I don’t get that.  But at any rate, I believe that was reserved for when I get back home.”

“Yes, but I need something to hold my motivation.”  He says, drawing out his thoughts slowly  “It’s very challenging to go through the day without you here, I’ve almost forgotten what you look like-”  He squints, dramatically peeking at your on the screen.

“Oh please!”  You jeer at him, laughing.  “Don’t be dramatic, M’Bop.”

“Ohhh, and you have the nerve to call me that from a distance when I can’t get my hands on you, you are a tyrant.”  He says, practically purring.

“I do what I want, and what I want right now... is for you to tell me how bad you want your hands on me.”

M’Baku gives a full belly laugh.  “Oh really?  You’re challenging me to go first eh?”

“It’s a demand, get it right.”  You say with HBIC attitude in tow.

He nods, speechless, as he starts to sit up.  “I could show you now,”  he looks down at his lap, then quickly back up to you.  “But like I said, I have almost forgotten you.  Now, your voice is softly kissing my ears, but your body, your body? Is still a blur...”  He says covering his eyes with one hand, reaching out for the other.

Shaking your head with a cheesing grin, “Well we can’t have that.  Ok, what do you miss about this?”  

“Your ear?”  He questions as you tug at your lobe.

“Yes, I am showing you my body little by little so you can recall what you like about each piece.”

He shake his head smirking at your silliness.  “Ok, my darling.  Ah yes, my love’s ear.  With it, she listens so intently to my stories regarding my day, my transgressions, and my achievements.  Whilst holding you close, I whisper into it, intoxicated by the scent of your curls.  Whenever I am close to it, I am closest to you”

You nod approvingly, “Mk, sir.  Pretty good.  What about...this.”  Reaching your hand in front of your face, giving it the you-can’t-see-me shake.

Leaning back and rubbing his beard he says, “I have never know such strength from such small things.  When my hand envelopes yours, I feel safer and more at ease despite the comparison of them.  The purest feeling of being blessed overwhelms me when I hold it to my lips.  And when you take the time to graze it along my face, my body, I am powerless and embraced with surrender.”

You look away from the screen a second as heat begins to catch your cheeks.  

“Was that getting to be too much for you, darling?”  He says grinning like the devil incarnate. “Oh hush, you know what the hell you tryna do!” Fanning yourself, you graze your fingers down your neck.  “What about this?”

“Mmm, I think that’s your favorite actually, my love.   The tenderness of your neck possesses me to drown my face into it like a lap dog.”  He chuckles at the thought.  “And your squeals of playful bliss in reaction is a treat to behold, and I wish to witness, over and over again.  I’ve also left a many marks there, so it’s practically got my name on it.”

“Boy...stop!”  You spout in fake protest because you knew it was true, tucking your mouth in frustrated embarrassment.

His sights are set straight on you as he rest his hands on his thighs, “I also miss those lips, the ones you are biting on now.  Not only do they speak motivating orations to build me up, they know just where my weakest points are; using their power for my pleasure, bending me to my defeat.”

You feel your heartbeat starting to build, suddenly you are quite thirsty.  You twist a little as an ache begins to build, “M’Baku…”

“Just like that, my love.  Those same lips speak my name, in a way that makes my relatives back home sound ignorant in their pronunciation.  It sounds most sincere coming from you.”

You cover your eyes as you feel sweet angst from the man you love.  What you wouldn’t do to teleport to him and bring him in between you.

“Now what am I supposed to do with all that?  Hm?”  You angle your phone down as slowly untie the sash.

M’Baku laughs, lays one of his sizable hands on the crotch of his shorts, “Yes, I think that’s the most prose I ever got out before you’d pounce me to either shut me up or relieve your lust.”

You start at the top of your robe, revealing one of your breasts.

He lets out a low pitched, guttural moan, clutching at himself, “Is it cold, my love?  Or just joyful of my presence?” M’Baku says.

“Mm, a little of both I think,” you say huskily as you squeeze your arms together, making a more dramatic cleavage, feeling around your rising peaks.  

“I miss the way you react to me, when I'm caressing them. The shake of your body when I am speaking in tongues in reverence of their ethereal beauty.”

Closing your eyes, you imagine just that. His encompassing mouth smiling as he hovers over you, keeping his gaze locked on you as he lowers his tongue across your areola, before he siphons your soul out of your chest. You hear him groan for a moment and look down to see him having made himself more comfortable, shorts around his ankles.  His thighs a perfect spread creating an almost exaggerated thickness of his thighs as he sits on the edge of the bed, beginning to stroke in front of you.

“You are so beautiful, beyond any measure in this world,” He say breathlessly, gripping the top of his hair in distraction to keep from busting too fast.

“ohh, I miss your hands being on me.  Trailing my back when you think I’m asleep to arouse me.  The grip you put on my hips when you’re filling me from the back.”  You reach down and pet yourself at the thought, angling your device towards your center. “You see how you’ve got me right now, baby?”

M’Baku leans forward, rubbing his beard with hunger as he licks his lips instinctively.  “This is better than the Food Network.  You’re getting this riled up over me?”

You laugh a little at his remark, “All for you.  Shine that dick up for me, baby.  I need you to match this moisture.”

He reaches for y’alls personal lube and works it in.  He makes the task look effortless, when you get a good cardio workout whenever you work his tool.  His 6’5 frame is an obvious tell of what he works with, and it is a marathon, not a sprint to wear him out.  The slicking sound of he made as polished his pipe  just about sends you over the edge.  “Ah, (Y/N), you’re holding back on me.  I want to be inside you.  Go within yourself so I can feel your walls surrounding me.”

You slide a couple digits inside of you, biting down your gasp as you look down at your man hypnotized by your body.  

“I can practically taste your excitement, darling.  My lips enveloping your clit as you buck in sweet agony.”

There is a thud in the background.

You sit a little straighter, “What was that?”

M’Baku shakes his head, “Don’t worry about that, probably a car door closing next door. I want you to come for me, quickly.”

You look down at the screen.  M’Baku’s face is perspiring a little; you see the sweat on his neck and chest and you imagine your hands gripping his shoulders as his length pummels you.

“Ohhh, I wish you were inside of me now,”  You gasp as you angle the phone to show your fingers penetrating your vulva.

“(Y/N), Hanuman’s sake, look at that full, pretty pussy.  You’re making this too difficult for me, I can’t--”

Soon, you hear the door being banged on, the sound of barks causes you to drop the phone.

“M’BAKU!! What was that??!!” you yell, covering yourself before picking it back up.

“Uhh, uhh…” M’Baku, has his shorts back on, covering his front, talking at the door in yoruba.  “I said give me 30 minutes at least!”

“What was that, M’Baku?? Do you have someone there?!”

He comes up on the camera, “(Y/N), I would not have a reason to lie to you.  But I did omit something before I got --”

The door bursts open, four of his tribesmen come in, chanting some drunken song in yoruba.

“Oh my God, M’Baku! I told you not to have them up in there! You can’t follow my rules for one day?!”

M’Baku is speaking to them, pushing them back out of the room.  One of them points down at him, saying something that makes the others laugh and wave at you through the screen.  M’Baku, covers himself again, yelling at them and pointing out the door as they scatter.

Closing the door, M’Baku comes up to the screen, “(Y/N)...”  He draws it out like a purr, trying to coax you into forgiveness.

“No! Don’t say my name like that, what the fuck was that about!”

He bends his head, sighing. “They came unannounced.  I didn’t have a chance to turn them down since they were banging at the front door, barging in.”

“And you didn’t tell them no?  I thought you were their alpha or whatever, they don’t listen to you?”

“Theeyyy dooo…”  He says screwing up his face, “But I figured, they’d be gone before you called, and I lost track of time…”

“Why would you keep this from me? I may have been ok if you had just texted me with the heads up!  I got my tits and ass all out, talking dirty, what if they heard??”

“Enough!  They were wrapped up in their show downstairs, they didn’t even know I was talking to you.  And as far as them coming over, you’d never go for it, I know you.  When they are here, you bang pots and slam doors, catching the cleaning-bug as soon as they are there until they leave.  You can’t stand them!”

“Because they eat us out of house and home, keep using up the toilet paper and when they leave, it’s like a damn hurricane hit the living room!”

He gives you a look of contempt, “Are you done?  Really, because you are upsetting yourself more after the day you had with this non-problem.”

“Don’t fucking dismiss me, M’Baku.  I just don’t wanna come home to a pigsty when I get back.”

“It’s not like it isn’t one when you’re here,” he says under his breath.

“Nigga WHAT?”

“Hanuman sake, please, can we calm down and get back to something more pleas--”

“Ask them for a show then!”

You hang up on him.  No way in hell you bustin’ open after all that foolishness.  M’Baku brought his entire crew to your spot on day one!  Why wouldn’t he even tell you though, doing some cam sex while they are downstairs, is he crazy?

You lay under the covers pouting.  Any fun you hoped to have on this trip is looking less likely by the minute.  Now even your man is bringing problems on you.

M’Baku paces the floor a couple seconds after the call ended.  He wonders if you have gone mad all of a sudden.  To go from the throes of passion to biting his head off is a feat only you could master.  There was no way he would be groveling for forgiveness right now.  This was his house too, he had every right to have company over, no matter who it was.  The Jabari are his lifelong mates, what sense does it make to have to ask permission for family or friends to come by.  

He makes his way downstairs, to see only two of his friends left and they were heading out of the door.

“Akoje!  What’s going on, why are you leaving?”

They look at each other a moment in the doorway, then back at him, “Come on, M’Baku, you need privacy, you should’ve just told us.  Plus, we don’t need to be on your lady’s hitlist.  Thought not being here would make it a chill night but she finds a way.”  The other Jabari laughs at this.

M’Baku peers down at them, “Ok, keep the comments light, eh?  But I finished with her, I didn’t say leave.”

The other Jabari starts now, “No, you did not finish….” causing him to be elbowed in the ribs by Akoje as he giggles.

“Alright, Enache, mind your business.  That seemed to be the only problem today was no one minding their own business!  I asked for half an hour!”

“Ya, to take a shower!  But that was Enache’s fault, he wanted to play Uno, and couldn’t find the cards so he decided to sniff you out.”

Enache huffs in disagreement, “It was Ogoro!  That’s why he left out so quick.  He didn’t hear your water running so he just said, let’s ambush, he isn’t doing anything!  I respect your relationship, M’Bop.”  He says with puppy dog eyes.

M’Baku’s eyes practically jump out of his head at their knowledge of his pet name.  “HOW DO YOU KNOW--” he kisses his teeth throwing his palm out in their direction. “ Oh whatever! And don’t go lying under my roof.”

Akoje is shocked, clutching his pearls, “Honest to Hanuman!  It’s wonderful!  We hadn’t seen you fall this hard under someone since the Panther!”

“All right!  GET OUT!”  M’Baku goads them out with his booming voice as they scatter laughing and barking out to their cars.

M’Baku leans on the door as he takes a deep breath.  Suddenly he is exhausted, so it was probably for the best that the guys left.  He walks over to sit on his couch.  Chip bags open and remnants scattered on the table.  Half drunken and empty beer bottles line the edge and carpet by the furniture’s legs.  M’Baku leans forward rubs his face in frustration before getting up and going to the guest bathroom.  He opens the door before quiky shutting it, clutching his nose.  Whatever happened in there is hopefully flushed and just needing to air out, but a disaster definitely erupted.

M’Baku decides that the mess will have to wait until tomorrow, it was already approaching midnight and his job starts in the morning at 6 am.  Heading up the stairs he makes his way to the bedroom to take a quick shower.  After toweling off, he heads for the bed, covers feeling cool against every inch of his skin.  His body begins to wind down from all of the sexual frustration and Jabari disrespect, but is not used to the extra space in his bed.  He is still mostly on his side, but feels over to yours, imagining your curves as his own personal skyline.  He reaches for his phone to check, but nothing is on it from you, just a couple of memes from the other Jabari clowning him endlessly.  He sets it back down, turning toward where you would be.  He was already remorseful, especially since you were right, but he didn’t want to bar his guys from visiting, that is just rude.  He takes a deep breath, drifting off to hopes of tomorrow being better.  

*Part 3*

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