I exist, at the same time I do not

I introduce myself I'm fluttershyflores2 🇲🇽, a person who honestly didn't use tumblr to upload drawings and stories for reasons of shame and embarrassment.

I am not an expert in digital art, nor am I that skilled, it is pure luck that I get my drawings right.

I spend hours every night drawing, but when I'm not drawing, I write, I'm not that good at it either but I like it.

If you enjoy my drawings, thank you, I struggle a lot to make them...

and yes, I have a LOT of dark circles from not sleeping

I'm just putting this so I don't have to struggle searching for it later:

My comic

The story of Flor, my Oc (written)

My old ocs

OC'S

characters and oc's that I have

screenshot edits 1

screenshot edits 2

the seven successors of Nüwa

Fuxi and Nüwa

Yei yumei monkie kid oc reference(updated)

male version of Rosa (oc) and au

Creature characters

Minis zoeys

If you have any doubts or questions, don't be afraid to ask me.

I try to stay away from this platform but I always draw and post them here because I have no other place.

Second account : @zoey101dash

I miss ur content =(

Yes, I'm alive.

And I don't think anyone misses my content.

The air smelled of rain, even though the sky was clear. Macaque sank down onto a damp rock at the side of the road, letting out a tired grunt. The battle that morning was still buzzing in his head: the clash of swords, the echo of screams, the metallic smell of blood. He had no intention of returning to the brotherhood for a while…much less explaining where he was going to disappear.

He eventually climbed a narrow path that led to a cliff covered in vegetation, and from there he saw something he hadn't expected: a floating island, or something that looked like a mountain suspended in the mist, with waterfalls cascading down like silver ribbons. He didn't remember seeing that place before.

Macaque: Well…– he muttered, scratching the back of his neck – It doesn't look so bad for hiding.

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(Y/n) walked barefoot through the grass, a basket slung over one arm. It was a routine walk: picking some herbs, watching the falling water, making sure nothing strange was lurking.

That's when she saw him.

A guy with dark fur, pricked ears, and a "don't talk to me" expression. Sitting on a rock, staring at the horizon as if gauging the distance to escape.

(Y/n) stopped a few feet away. He turned his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't smile or say hello. He just watched her for a second before looking back ahead.

(Y/n): I didn't know this place had visitors – she said, breaking the silence –.

Macaque: I didn't know you were busy – he replied tersely –.

That was their first "exchange." No more than ten words. She left, but for the rest of the day, he couldn't get the image of the stranger out of his head.

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The following days, (Y/n) passed through the same area again, pretending it was just a "coincidence." Sometimes he was there, sometimes he wasn't. When she found him, he didn't get too close: he would stand watching from a tree, or pretend to be looking for flowers while watching out of the corner of his eye what he was doing.

Macaque noticed her presence from the second time. He didn't say anything, but he didn't chase her away either.

Until one afternoon, he was following the sound of water and came across a hidden stream, wider than he expected. Among the stones, koi swam slowly, moving in flashes of orange and gold.

He wasn't alone. (Y/n) was there, kneeling by the edge, letting the fish brush against her fingers. She looked up as he approached.

(Y/n): I thought you didn't like company – she said –.

Macaque: I don't – he replied, but didn't leave. He crouched a few feet away from her, watching the fish –.

(Y/n): They're shy...but if you're patient, they'll come closer – he commented, watching one of the koi venture to touch his hand –.

He raised an eyebrow.

Macaque: Is that a hint to me?

(Y/n): Maybe – she smiled faintly –.

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From then on, it began to repeat itself. Without realizing it, they would both end up at the stream at dusk. At first, they spoke little: short sentences, scattered comments. He told vague stories of faraway places. She told him about the island, how it changed with the seasons.

Macaque: Someone doesn't know you're coming here, do they? – he asked once, tossing a pebble into the water –.

(Y/n): No – she admitted – but I have someone who doesn't really like me talking to strangers.

Macaque: And why do you do it? – The question sounded more serious than he intended –.

(Y/n) thought for a moment, watching a golden koi swim between the stones.

(Y/n): Because you don't seem so strange. Just...tired.

He gave a short laugh.

Macaque: And you don't seem as naive as you pretend.

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Over time, the distance between them shortened. They no longer stood on opposite banks; now they shared the same flat stone by the water. Sometimes, unintentionally, their knees brushed. He still spoke with that ironic, half-distant tone, but (Y/n) noticed he listened more than he let on.

Some afternoons, she arrived first and waited. Others, he was already there, sitting with his eyes closed, listening to the water.

It is inspired by this song :^

🥀would you look at me like before again?🥀

Night had fallen over the city, but it wasn't just any darkness. The sky was tinged with heavy clouds, and the moon barely managed to peek through them, shedding a dim, cold light that filtered through the alleys. The distant sound of the still-busy streets was muffled by the echo of her own footsteps.

(Y/n) walked alone, wrapped in a silence that seemed to drown out every thought. She hadn't expected to see him there...she wasn't even sure she wanted him. And yet, something had guided her to this point.

At the end of the alley, among the shadows, was him. Macaque.

Not as she remembered him...or perhaps too similar. His figure was partially covered by his red cloak, his gaze fixed on her, motionless, as if time had stood still. The wind barely moved the strands of his hair, and for a moment, it seemed like an illusion.

(Y/n) stopped a few steps away, still not getting closer.

The silence stretched, heavy, uncomfortable. Neither of them spoke, but there was an entire conversation in the exchange of their gazes. Anger, sadness, longing…all mixed together in an instant.

Macaque:…I didn't think you'd come – he finally said, his deep, low voice piercing the air –.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, but didn't respond immediately. She took a step, and then another, slowly, as if each movement might break something fragile between them.

(Y/n): I didn't think you'd still be here – she finally replied, her tone trying to be firm, but still hinting at a hint of doubt –.

Macaque smiled faintly, without joy. Her eyes shone for a second, not with light, but with something deeper…perhaps recognition, perhaps regret.

Macaque: The world is big…but not big enough to avoid you.

(Y/n) lowered her gaze for a moment, her fingers curling into a fist. It wasn't fair that he sounded so calm, not after so much. Not after the distance, the wounds, the words never spoken.

Another silence, this time more charged than the last. Neither of them knew whether to take the next step or back down.

(Y/n) looked at him more closely: his hands were marked, his posture tense. He looked more tired...or maybe more broken.

(Y/n):...You look different – she murmured, not realizing she had said it out loud –.

Macaque: You too – he replied, without hesitation – But you're still you.

And that phrase, simple and direct, struck her like a sudden memory of everything they had been. A part of her wanted to get closer, to touch his face, confirm that he was real... but the other clung to the distance, to the distrust that the years had left behind.

Their gazes met again, more intense than before. The world around them seemed to fade away, and though neither of them said so, they both knew they were weighing every word, every breath.

(Y/n) took another step closer. He didn't move, but his gaze followed her as if he feared she would disappear again.

This wasn't a moment yet for questions or reproaches. It was a moment to acknowledge that, despite everything, they were there...face to face.

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The silence between them seemed to weigh more than the air itself. The murmur of the wind barely stirred the leaves, and in the background, the distant sound of the sea was a reminder that the world kept turning...although for both of them, in that moment, everything seemed to stand still.

(Y/n) said nothing at first. Her gaze scanned Macaque's face, as if wanting to reassure herself that he was really there and not a mirage. He had changed...his gaze harder, his demeanor more tired, but there was still something undeniably familiar about him.

Macaque, on the other hand, avoided looking at her directly. His eyes wandered over the ground, the shadows around him, anything but those eyes that reminded her of everything she had left behind.

Macaque: I didn't think that...– she began, but her voice trailed off, as if the words were stuck in her throat –.

(Y/n) didn't advance toward him, but she didn't retreat either.

(Y/n): You didn't think you'd see me again...– she finished in a whisper, with no trace of anger, just a strange mix of disbelief and forced calm –.

The wind blew harder, lifting strands of her hair. Macaque finally looked up, and it was like opening an old wound that never healed.

Macaque: I didn't want you to see me like this.

(Y/n): Like how? – she asked, with a slight arch of her eyebrow –.

He swallowed.

Macaque: Changed...with...scars you shouldn't have known about.

(Y/n) watched him for a moment longer.

(Y/n): I never asked for you to leave, Macaque – Her words were gentle, but they hurt like a precise blow – Nor did I ask to stay with questions that were never answered.

There was a moment when he wanted to answer, but all he did was close his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, there was a hint of pain in his eyes.

Macaque: If I had stayed, I would have dragged you into something you didn't deserve.

(Y/n) took a step toward him, slowly, as if she didn't want to break the fragile, invisible line that kept them calm.

(Y/n): That...you should have let me decide.

Silence fell again, but it wasn't so cold anymore. There was something latent in the air, a thread pulling at both of them, forcing them to face the inevitable. Macaque wanted to say so many things—why she left, what he felt seeing her from afar, the weight of everything that had happened with Wukong and the brotherhood—but he couldn't find the right words.

(Y/n) looked at him straight on, without looking away.

(Y/n): I don't know what you did or why... but if you disappear again, at least...— he swallowed — at least say goodbye.

Macaque nodded slowly.

Macaque: I'm not leaving this time.

And even though they didn't move closer, even though they didn't touch, the mere fact that he said it…made the weight on (Y/n)'s chest feel a little lighter for the first time in years.

He looked at her straight on, and for the first time in years, he let the vulnerability show in his eyes.

Until, finally, he broke the stillness. He took a step closer, and his voice sounded low, almost like a whisper that feared an answer:

The city was already awake when Macaque jumped onto the windowsill of an old building. The streets bustled with movement: merchants opening stalls, children running around, the constant bustle that never left him alone. However, he remained above it all, observing from above, invisible to most.

He wasn't looking for anything in particular. His routine was more about surveillance than conviviality. Until a familiar voice—too familiar—pierced the city noise.

First it was Mei, her voice lively and quick as ever, talking about something that probably had to do with dragons or racing. Then, MK's unmistakable laugh, warm and messy. And among those voices...another.

(Y/n).

The sound of her voice stopped him in his tracks, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over him. He bent down slightly to look over the edge of the roof, and there she was: walking calmly, dressed simply, but with that calm demeanor she'd always had.

At his side, his friend. It didn't take a genius to notice that she acted like a protective shadow, her gaze scanning every corner with calculated precision.

The group moved down the street, unaware that anyone was watching them. Macaque forced himself to look away...but his feet didn't move. It had been centuries since he'd seen her like this, up close even from a distance, and the sight was a direct blow to the chest.

He didn't know how long he stood there, watching. He only reacted when they turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

Macaque: Tch...don't come any closer – he muttered to himself, as if that reminder might untie the knot in his stomach –.

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Midday

He spent hours trying to distract himself. A little training with his cane, a little tea, some music on the old radio he kept in the den. But nothing helped.

The tea would get cold before he drank it.

The training would be interrupted when his mind wandered elsewhere.

It was while staring into the dark reflection of the drink that the first memory hit him.

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Centuries ago

A clear, still stream. The water flowed over smooth stones, reflecting the white clouds of a serene sky. He sat on a rock, his cape thrown back.

(Y/n) was on the other side, leaning forward to touch the water with her fingertips, as if seeking to catch something invisible.

(Y/n): You always hide here – she said without looking up –.

Macaque: And you always find me –Macaque replied with a slight smile –.

She smiled faintly. She didn't ask too many questions, and he appreciated it. He knew nothing about the brotherhood, or about her battles alongside Wukong. He had made sure of that.

Macaque: I don't want you to see me when this gets ugly – he whispered, almost without realizing it –.

(Y/n): What did you say? – she asked, looking up.

Macaque: Nothing. Just that the water is cold

(Y/n) shook her head gently and looked back at the stream. He watched her for a moment longer, capturing every detail: the curve of her smile, the shine of her hair in the sun. He didn't know that image would stay so deeply etched... or that one day he'd use it as a shield against the weight of everything to come.

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Afternoon

The sky began to turn golden, and Macaque decided to walk through the city to clear his head. But the light of the sunset didn't help; on the contrary, it brought back another memory.

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Another Memory

The sun burned the horizon as he and Wukong stood on a cliff. The wind rustled their cloaks, carrying with it the smell of gunpowder and iron after a battle.

Macaque: Do you ever think of giving up? –Macaque asked, without looking at him –.

Wukong gave a short laugh.

Wukong: Brotherhood? No. We have a goal, and we're going to accomplish it.

Macaque looked down. He believed it too... but there was something—or rather, someone—that made him doubt.

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Night

He returned to his lair when the city was already calm. He lit a single lamp, letting the shadows fill the room. He sank into the armchair and closed his eyes, hoping to find rest.

But the dreams were not kind.

First the stream returned, with (Y/n) smiling softly on the other side. Then, the images mingled: the war alongside Wukong, the edge of steel, the arrogant laughter of defeated enemies, and again (Y/n)… only to vanish as he walked away without a word.

Not a letter. Not a goodbye.

Only shadows and distance.

He woke with a start, his heart racing. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, feeling the night grow heavier around him.

Macaque: That's why I don't come closer... — he whispered, although he knew it wasn't the whole truth –.

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On a quiet night, MK decided to have a sleepover at his place with Mei and (Y/N). He had always had sleepovers with Mei, but this time was different (Y/N) would be joining. MK prepared everything for a night full of fun. His apartment was decorated with soft lights and pillows scattered across the living room floor. They had picked out a selection of movies to watch and set up a variety of board games to keep them entertained while munching on popcorn and sipping drinks.

The soft tapping of rain against the windows was almost hypnotic, filling the room with a steady rhythm. An animated movie played on the screen, though none of them were really paying attention to it.

Mei: And then I told him the dragon wasn’t mine! – she exclaimed between laughs, stretched out on the couch with a bag of marshmallows in her lap –.

MK laughed loudly, lying on the floor with his back against a giant cushion.

(Y/N), sitting cross-legged in a corner of the couch, watched them. She didn’t laugh—just barely smiled, as if that were enough. She wore a sleeveless black shirt and dark sweatpants, her loose hair falling over one shoulder. It was the first time in ages she had agreed to a “sleepover,” and honestly, she had no idea why she said yes. Maybe because Flor had encouraged her... or because MK had asked, like it actually mattered to him that she was there.

Mei: Are you comfy, (Y/N)? – she asked with her usual bright energy –.

(Y/N): I’m not burning alive, if that answers your question – she replied flatly, though a half-smile slipped out before she bit into a marshmallow MK had offered –.

MK: So...that’s a yes, then – he joked, scooting a little closer to her without really noticing. Or maybe he did –.

(Y/N): Do you always invite people to your sleepovers? – she asked, glancing at him with a tone that sounded hostile, but wasn’t. That was just how she talked –.

MK: Only the ones I care about – he shrugged, slightly blushing –.

(Y/N) blinked once. That answer threw her off. She looked down and pretended not to care, but her fingers fidgeted with the seam of her pants. Mei watched them from her spot, smiling like she knew something neither of them quite understood.

Mei: We should play something! – she said cheerfully, breaking the moment – Truth or dare!

(Y/N): Pass – she leaned against a pillow – I’m not in the mood to spill secrets or dance in pajamas.

MK: Sounds like someone’s scared~! – he teased –.

(Y/N) slowly turned to look at him.

(Y/N): Are you challenging me, monkey?

MK laughed nervously, raising his hands.

MK: Kidding! I’m kidding! I don’t wanna wake up your killer mode, (Y/N), chill...

Mei had already pulled out an empty bottle to spin.

(Y/N): Too late – she muttered, but sat up straight, like she was interested after all –.

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The bottle spun, laughter came only from Mei and MK, questions were asked, silly dares thrown out. Mei ended up balancing on one foot wearing a ridiculous hat. And though (Y/N) didn’t join in everything, she slowly began to loosen up. Just a little. MK kept glancing at her during the games—at her eyes when she was silent, at the way she swallowed when the lights dimmed, at how she looked like she wanted to laugh more than she allowed herself to.

Past midnight, the movie was just background noise. Mei had fallen asleep hugging her stuffed toy. MK stretched, covering himself with a blanket. (Y/N) was still awake.

MK: Aren’t you going to sleep? – he asked, glancing at her sideways –.

(Y/N): I’m not used to... this.

MK: Sleeping?

(Y/N): Being around people. Like this. So...– she paused – dumb.

MK chuckled softly.

MK: It’s kinda dumb, yeah. But it’s also kinda nice, don’t you think?

(Y/N) didn’t reply. She looked at him, her eyes softening just a bit.

(Y/N): I don’t know if I’d call it nice, but it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.

MK: That’s already progress.

A calm silence stretched between them. MK adjusted his position, unintentionally a little closer. (Y/N) noticed his steady breathing. She watched him. Since when had it become so easy to look at him? Since when did he seem... comforting?

MK: Are you gonna keep staring at me like that when I wake up? – he mumbled, eyes still closed –.

(Y/N) tensed slightly.

(Y/N): Go to sleep before I regret not shaving off your eyebrows tonight.

MK smiled, already giving in to sleep.

(Y/N) stayed quiet. She didn’t smile, didn’t sigh. But she lowered her head, slowly—just this once—and allowed her shoulder to touch his arm as she lay down too.

Just for tonight... she’d let her guard down.

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MK, still as a statue, swallowed hard.

Did she just lean on me?! he screamed in his head, eyes wide. Am I dreaming?! Am I dreaming and Mei’s gonna elbow me awake?!

He didn’t dare move an inch. He was certain if he breathed too hard, (Y/N) would punch him out of reflex.

And yet...

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Mk paced in circles around his room with a nervous energy that didn't match his usual lively demeanor, Mei, in front of him, watched him with her elbows on the table and her chin resting on both hands.

Mei: You're sweating a lot – she commented, barely containing a laugh –.

Mk: Because this is worse! – He stopped and looked at her desperately – I don't know how to do this! What if I screw up? What if she thinks I'm an idiot?

Mei: She already thinks you're an idiot - she said with a sly smile -.

Mk: Thanks for your emotional support, Mei!

She shrugged.

Mei: Just say you want to spend more time with her. Don't put so much pressure on the word "date." It's not a contract with magic clauses, it's just...spending time with someone you're interested in.

Mk slumped into the chair next to her, throwing his head back.

Mk: What if he's not interested in me that way?

Mei: Well, you find out, but if you never try, you'll never know – she nudged him with her elbow – although if you want more opinions...you know who to go to.

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The scent of incense and tea enveloped him as he entered the small tang hall. The monk was leafing through a giant book on ancient love rituals, though it was probably just his afternoon reading.

Mk: Tang, do you know anything about…dating? – he asked, somewhat hesitantly –.

Tang: Quotes? – He raised an eyebrow, continuing to read – What kind of quotes? Astrological? Historical?

Mk: No, the human-romantic type.

Tang closed the book, thought for a moment, and smiled.

Tang: The key is to know the other person well. What do they like? What makes them laugh? How do they feel safe around you? A date isn't a show, mk. It's about creating a space where both of you can feel comfortable being yourselves. I read that in a book.

Mk nodded, somewhat calmer.

Mk: That...makes sense, thank you, Mr. Tang.

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Sandy's workshop always had soft music and the smell of paint, mk showed up with a cup of tea in hand so as not to arrive empty-handed.

Sandy: Love advice? – Sandy let out a gentle laugh as she adjusted her paintbrush on a ceramic vase – Are you falling in love, buddy?

Mk: Don't say it like that! You make it sound ridiculous!

Sandy: Calm down, look, the important thing is to make her feel special. You don't need to spend a lot of money or set up fireworks. Sometimes, sitting quietly looking at the stars is more than enough.

Mk: ...does that work?

Sandy: More than you think – Sandy responded, nostalgic – shared silence is also love, mk, remember that.

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Finding the monkey king wasn't easy, he was on top of a mountain, balancing on one finger with his eyes closed.

Sun: A date? – he repeated sarcastically, effortlessly getting down from his position – With whom? Your motorcycle?

Mk: It’s not Mei! – he replied, almost offended –.

Sun: Calm down, look, kid... I'm not the best at these things, but if you really want to be with someone, you'll know it, your instinct will scream it at you, just don't be a fool and don't make her wait for years like I did with—.

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He stopped, smiled.

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Sun: Bah, never mind, just be honest, okay? With her and with yourself.

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Mk didn't know why he was so hesitant to go with Macaque, maybe because the shadow demon wasn't the kind of person one associated with flowers, confessions or soft things, but still...there he was, under the dim lanterns of the shadow theater, watching the reflection of a dark mirror.

Macaque: Are you here to train or to talk? – he asked without turning around –.

Mk: Let's talk, it's something silly, about...dates.

Macaque: Silly, he says – he finally looked at him, with an arched eyebrow – and what do you know about that?

Mk: nothing, that's why I came, everyone gave me advice, tang, mei, sandy...even monkey king.

Macaque: Of course he would give you advice – he rolled his eyes –.

The silence stretched for an awkward moment, making me wonder if I'd made a mistake coming.

Mk: Have you ever had one? – he asked then, almost in a whisper –.

Macaque looked down and turned to the mirror.

Macaco: Once, a long time ago, it was with someone who shone too brightly for someone like me, too good, even when he was wrong – his fingers closed into a very small fist – but things don't always turn out well, not because of a lack of feeling, but because of... what you carry inside.

Mk: Do you regret it? – he asked in a low voice, not knowing if he should –.

Macaque:...every day – he looked up, and although his smile was faint, his eyes reflected no mockery or sarcasm – so, if you have the chance, boy, do it, don't wait, not everyone gets a second chance.

Mk felt his heart weigh a little more, nodded, and as he turned to leave, macaque added:

Macaque: Don't do what I did, don't push her away for fear of getting hurt, sometimes, it's worth the hit.

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Mk sat alone on the roof, the breeze moving his jacket, he had his phone in his hand, open in the chat with (Y/n).

I hadn't written anything yet.

“Don’t put it as a date,” Mei told him.

“Make her feel safe,” Tang said.

“Make it special,” Sandy.

“Don’t keep her waiting,” wukong.

“Don't push her away,” macaque.

He sighed, pressed his lips together, and finally wrote:

Mk: Hey, would you like to hang out with me this week? No missions or responsibilities, just you and me. I can buy the ramen if that helps convince you. 😅

He hesitated, read it a thousand times, and then, finally, sent it.

The answer did not take long.

(Y/n): Only if you don't do something stupid ;)

He smiled.