#chyou

It's done everybody. The Outfit Challenge! This was so much fun, and I totally had to pause at the end because I hurt my wrist a little. I'm good, I'm fine. Just gotta be slow when I draw/write.

BUT! I wanted to post all of them together. As Savage said, a little "Competition" might be fun. So with everything laid out, who do you think held the best outfit?

Bi’an Hua (is her official name)

First child of Chyou and Haoyu which are @smilesatdawnmain characters (I’m unware if there will be more)

She was born a girl and still identifies as a girl

Spider Demon and Monkie Hybrid, often fondly called a spider Monkie by her family members.

She has black and “gold” hair/fur. Her eyes are red like her mothers, she has Haoyu’s face mask and beauty mark, except hers is on her chin. She takes more of her mother’s skin tone. Her fur near her belly, neck shoulders and upper thighs are more of golden color and fade out to black.

She calls Haoyu “Daddy/Dada/Dad” uses “Dad” when she gets annoyed with him.

She calls Chyou “Mommy/Mama/Mom” mainly uses “Mama” and drags the words out when she’s annoyed with her.

Haoyu calls her: “Sider Lily, Little Sunset, Gemstone”

Chyou calls her: “Little spider, My flower, Princess (both parents call her princess)”

Her favorite uncle is ironically MK, like how cats like people that avoid them. But her real reason for liking MK the most is because of stories, she loves stories and even makes up her own. This led to her spending more time with MK and Rumble, since the two of them make up stories and taught her how to draw.

She has to wear special made gloves for her claws, like her mother she can make poison but has a hard time controlling it. Her ears are a bit sensitive to sounds, but not as bad as her Papa Macaque or her aunts and uncles. She has a spider-like bigger form, it’s just more fluffy. She has a mix of shadow travel and the black dust travel, the black dust and the shadows mix very nicely and compliment each other. She can also make things shrink and grow.

She has another power, which earned her the title “Princess Of Death.” She can tell when someone is about to die, it was a bigger problem when she was younger, she would randomly point to people and stare. The bigger part of this problem is that she can also tell when someone is pregnant. A lot of people thought they were going to die when the princess pointed to them, but most of them turned out to be pregnant in the end. How this works is that she can see souls, this became obvious when she learned to talk, she went up to MK and XiaoXiao, while clasping her hands together and saying “One” no one had told her about their split soul, everyone thought it may have been a fluke until she did the same thing to Yin and Jin when she met them.

Her whole family disapproves of the “Princess Of Death.” Title, because, one its just wrong. and two, she often predicts more life than death. She is also a bright and happy child. But they can see where it also comes from, when Chyou was pregnant, Red Spider lilies started to spontaneously grow around the mountain, most making a trail to Chyou’s and Haoyu’s bed chambers. When she was born the mountain seemed to explode with red spider lilies, the flowers seeming to celebrate the birth of the princess. The flowers still follow her around, just not as bad, sometimes when she’s playing hide and seek the flowers will sprout and give her away. No one knows why these flowers adore her. Chyou and Haoyu find it quite sweet, since a Red Spider Lily was one of the first gifts Haoyu gave to Chyou, of course he didn’t know the meaning at the time.

Because of her “Princess Of Death” title it made a lot of other kids avoid her, starting a rumor that if she touched you, you would die. This wasn’t true, of course she wears gloves for her poison but all it can do is paralyze. Her first friend was a capuchin demon Monkie named Yúzé. The two met when Bi’an was sitting on a bench, the other children avoiding her. Yúzé approached because he needed a place to sit, he has a condition with legs, they don’t work right and he has to use special crutches to walk, because of his condition it led to him asking her if he could sit. She of course said yes. The two started talking and realized they both share a similar interest in telling stories.

She gets more of a sense of style from her aunt Xue. She loves dressing up, mostly for a game. Overall she prefers comfortable clothes like her Daddy. She keeps her hair long, usually keeping in one French braid or twin French braids. She also learned how to talk her way out of things and make deals because of aunt Xue. Haoyu wasn’t too happy that his sister taught his daughter how to flirt her way out of a situation, while Chyou on the other hand found it hilarious.

Her weapon of choice is a spiked cudgel staff like her Papa Macaque, though hers is made of metal and decorated with spider-silk ribbons. She trains with MK and Papa Wukong, learning how to be a better fighter.

Over all Bi’an Hua is sociable and a highly sought out princess when she’s older. She is the very definition of beauty and looks that could kill. Many princes and princesses ask for her hand, but since she can see souls she can see their true intentions. She doesn’t care for gender when it comes to love, she loves regardless of how someone identifies, though she may have more of a thing for very pretty girls~ and pretty people general.

Fanart of Chyou from @smilesatdawnmain's Big Family AU! She's dressing up for a business meeting. If her outfit just so happens to fluster Haoyu then all the better. Be careful, she's coming for your trade!

They’d be powerful sisters if they ever met. 

today i was going through some old stuff, came across my ATLA oc's, and made a quick collage of some of the art i have of them. i have a little more of tiang and kaaru somewhere but it would take me too long to unearth so im not gonna bother lol.

takes places in a canon adjacent universe i guess, so that i could have my little airbender baby <3 chyou and jiang are the youngest, jiang and tiang are earth kingdom sisters, they can both earthbend. tiang has a rock prosthetic, and she's the oldest. tiang and kaaru are best friends, and she helped him hide his fire nation roots. uwara hates kaaru once he finds out he's a firebender, but as time goes on, kaaru proves he isn't bad and wants to be in a romance with uwara. sad for chyou, she has a crush on kaaru, but he's too old for her anyway.

Needless to say, Haoyu was caught off guard~

Hmm, I did have this written up~ Maybe this would give a glimpse of protective Haoyu/ enraged Haoyu when you mess with someone he cares for Also, just a show of some of the things he goes through. He takes after his Papa Wukong a lot- even getting himself into a scuffle with the Celestial Realm. For good reason. ----------------------------------- Haoyu had never trusted his ears. Words tended to blur—muddled sounds, broken syllables, or sometimes only silence. That was the price of one deaf ear and another that half-worked.

But this time, he was certain he’d heard correctly. He only wished he hadn’t.

His body swayed, mouth opening and closing without sound. Even as he tried to deny it, he searched for confirmation.

Before him stood the Violet Spider—the ruler of the southwestern domain beyond Flower Fruit Mountain, and the mother of his fiancée, Chyou.

She was frail, her strength leeched away by years of illness and age. She rarely left her manor walls, her life preserved behind silken curtains for fear of assassination or the strain of travel. Haoyu had met her only a handful of times—mostly at dinners after the engagement was announced. To others, she was a woman feared and whispered about, yet in his company she had been gentle, her voice like soft thread.

Now those same trembling hands clutched his, papery skin cool against his fur. Her eyes, clouded and wide, trembled with a terror born not of weakness, but of motherhood.

“Chyou,” she rasped.

Behind her, the courtyard lay in ruin—shattered stone, deep gouges, and silvered feathers pinned into the ground like a storm frozen mid-flight. Chyou’s twin blades jutted from a wall, slick with drying blood. But she was gone.

That absence told him more than any words could.

He could picture it: Chyou bristling at the enemy, steel in her eyes sharper than any weapon she carried.

He tried to steady the old woman, but she clung tighter to his hands. Her breath wheezed between trembling lips. “They took her.”

At her side, her youngest, Aihan, buried her face in her mother’s hanfu and sobbed. Haoyu’s vision tilted. Over the elder’s shoulder he saw them—Chyou’s other five sisters. Blood on their palms, torn hems, split lips. Even Zhihao, who could never speak to Chyou without argument, seized his arm.

“Those bastards took her,” she spat, her usually elegant voice dipped in venom. “Said they’d turn her into a golden pill.”

Haoyu froze. The blue in his eyes turned to ice. What?

The story spilled out in ragged pieces. A crane immortal—a member of the Celestial Court—had arrived at their domain with a proposal.

Protection, he’d called it. In exchange for fealty. For the right to “uplift” one of the Spider’s daughters—the way immortals so sweetly meant it: to strip the soul from its shell and toss the husk aside.

He demanded their obedience, their devotion, and—worse—the hand of the eldest, Lihua. His claim was that their Domain was crumbling, that only he could save it.

The Violet Spider’s grip tightened around Haoyu’s fingers. Her voice trembled as she forced the next words, “We refused. No daughter of mine would be given to that vile creature.”

Zhihao’s voice cut in, bitter and sharp. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He said he’d stay until we ‘saw reason.’ Chyou spat in his face.”

Third Sister Shui lifted her head, her arm limp and bruised. “He struck her,” she hissed. “She tore out half his wing.”

“She was magnificent,” whispered Lihua, her composure breaking. “The feathers fell like snow.”

“He played dirty,” Zhihao snarled, her claws digging into Haoyu’s shoulder. “He took her by force—to teach us a lesson.” Using Celestial chains instead of his own power- the coward. Chyou would have bested him easily otherwise.

Haoyu forgot, sometimes, that the world could be cruel. He’d grown up beneath the sacred peach trees, spoiled by the tranquility and honeyed blossoms of Flower Fruit, and though he knew, somewhere, of the world beyond its walls, he rarely touched it but for Chyou’s hand. She’d been his link to the wider, crueler world—the one who could stare into terrors and smirk.

He looked around the ruined courtyard, feeling… feeling a sensation. One he often tried to swallow down. It made his fur bristle, a coldness opening in his belly as if someone had dropped a stone into a pail.

The other daughters were quiet, wounds oozing, every so often glancing toward Lihua, as if she might say something to fix this, but she only dabbed her lip with the edge of a ruined sleeve, jaw set until it whitened.

If they were to storm the Celestial Court, they would not survive. The Crane Immortal was abusing his position, and they could do nothing about it.

Aihan's sobs shrank to little whimpers. “Big brother,” she reached for him, grasping at his robe. “Please…” It took him effort to lower to her level, knees popping as he crouched—he was so tall, to the child, one had to kneel. “Please get her back. Please get Chyou-Jie back…”

It was a lot to ask him, they knew. Too much to ask Haoyu risk his own life, to stand against Heaven. Yet, they knew such a thing ran in his very veins. It was their only hope.

“Please,” Aihan pleaded.

Gently, using a knuckle, he brushed a tear from Aihan’s cheek. Then, he nodded. There was nothing to promise, there was only yes or nothing.

Aihan’s fingers, sticky with tears, curled in the crook of his thumb. The sisters all watched, as if he might sprout wings and fly after the bastard for them right now. This oath struck through the silence. Aihan’s mouth grew serious, nodding as if her belief could anchor him. Haoyu stood, the sister’s eyes widening.

The Violet Spider’s hand trembled against his once more. She loathed having to ask—loathed her own weakness—but love overruled pride. “We would compensate—”

“You will not,” he interrupted, his voice cracking through the air—a voice he almost never used, or ever heard to any of them but Chyou. Some hadn’t even realized he could speak. It startled them all. “We are family.” And he, protected his family. “Mother,” he says, using a word that itself was a claim to this family. To devote himself to them, and keep them safe.

The Violet Spider’s jaw worked soundlessly, eyes wide before softening. Slowly, she lifted a trembling hand to cup his cheek. The gesture carried a thousand unspoken thoughts—memories, regrets, and the dawning understanding of her daughter’s heart.

She had made many mistakes in love herself, and her Chyou had sworn never to repeat them. Never to be blinded by that soft, golden thing called "love". Her daughter was venomous by nature—quiet, deliberate, consuming. A woman whose affection, when given, was as dangerous as it was rare. She had always struck first, never hesitated, never doubted her own edge.

And yet, when Chyou had announced her intention to marry this boy, it had startled the whole household. The Monkey was everything her daughter was not. Where Chyou was steel, he was silk. Where her voice could cut, his soothed. He moved gently, spoke politely, and carried himself with deliberate smallness—as though afraid to break the world around him, even when the weight of power shimmered beneath his skin.

He was not her equal in ferocity, but in balance.

And the Spider had seen the change. The girl who once smiled only as a warning now smiled freely—softly, even shyly. The laughter that used to come from cruelty now bloomed from joy. Her edge remained, but he had tempered it, not with dominance or defiance, but with quiet devotion. He had given her daughter something none of her blades ever could: peace.

The Violet Spider’s thumb brushed against his jaw, her heart aching with gratitude and fear all at once. “So gentle…” she whispered, voice frayed. “And she learned to smile because of you.”

Haoyu’s eyes trembled, then hardened. He took the Violet Spider’s frail hand and held it between both of his, grounding her trembling fingers with his warmth. “I will bring her home,” he said. The words rasped out of him—dry, cracked, yet steady. A vow scraped raw from his throat. Then, lowering his head, he bowed deeply.

Before he could rise, the faint rustle of silk drew his attention. Lihua stepped forward. Her sisters parted instinctively to make space for her, as they always did; even wounded and weary, she carried herself like command incarnate. Her back was straight, her chin high, her hands clasped before her in a grip so tight the knuckles had gone white. The eldest daughter, the heir, the unbroken symbol of the Spider’s line—though her body bore the marks of battle, she refused to bend under them.

When she stopped before Haoyu, her jaw tightened, the fine muscles in her throat shifting as she swallowed pride along with grief.

“You understand what this means,” she began, her voice low, controlled, but shaking at its edges. “You are not of our brood, nor sworn to our Domain. Yet she chose you. And for that…” she drew a breath, eyes flicking toward her mother, then back to him, “…we must rely on you.” Her gaze softened, if only for a moment. “Not because we have no other choice—but because I know you would go, even if we asked you not to.” She stepped closer, enough that the lamplight caught the blood drying along her sleeve. “You are gentle, Haoyu,” she said quietly, “but not weak. You carry power I cannot name, and heart enough to wield it without cruelty. That is why she loved you—and why you must be the one to bring her back.” For the first time, her composure cracked. Her shoulders dropped, and her hands unfolded, open and vulnerable before him. “Please,” she whispered, the plea breaking through all the armor of her rank. “Bring her home. Not for the Domain. For us. For her.”

Then, with deliberate grace, she bowed—just enough to show respect, but not submission. A warrior’s bow to an equal, not a subject’s to a king.

The air in the courtyard seemed to still around them. Haoyu could feel every set of eyes upon him—the sisters, the mother, even the youngest who still clung to her mother’s robes. The oath he’d spoken hung heavy, sacred, like a thread tying him to all of them.

When he straightened, Lihua had already stepped back, her face composed once more. But her voice lingered, soft and certain. “Go, Haoyu. Do what I cannot.”

He turned away carefully. If he didn’t, he might break something—stone, bone, or both. His fists clenched, rage coursing through him, not hot but glacial, a fury that froze instead of burned.

At the courtyard gate, Haoyu nearly collided with Qiu climbing the stairs- his best friend since he was a young and fellow inhabitant of FFM.

The other monkey looked as casual as ever—one hand tucked into a pocket, a grin already forming as if to greet him with some easy jest. They’d come here, as they always did around this hour, expecting their weekly ritual: tea, idle chatter, maybe a walk through the gardens. Haoyu had simply arrived earlier than usual.

Qiu stumbled back a step, catching Haoyu’s arm before he could topple them both.

“Hey~,” they drawled, their grin crooked, teasing. “You heading out already? Don’t tell me Chyou canceled our hang—”

The words withered mid-sentence.

Whatever expression Haoyu wore stopped Qiu cold. His eyes, normally mild and distant, looked carved from ice. There was something terrible and silent in them—a stillness that made Qiu’s throat dry.

The casual smirk fell away. The air between them grew taut.

“…We hurting someone?” Qiu asked quietly, voice low with intent, a quiet demand to know who had fucked up.

Haoyu didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

He stepped past, the soft thud of his boots echoing against the stone, each one purposeful. Qiu lingered for half a breath, watching him go, before sighing through their nose- someone had fucked up big time, it seemed.

They adjusted the braid at their shoulder and followed, falling into pace beside him without another word.

Their strides matched naturally, the rhythm of old friends who had seen enough of each other’s silences to read them fluently.

Qiu’s gaze flicked sidelong toward Haoyu, studying him. The last time they'd seen that look, they had come back bloodied, both of them—but alive. Haoyu was a gentle soul, but when someone he loved was threatened, that gentleness became something frightening. Something absolute.

Qiu exhaled, hands sliding into her coat pockets. “Didn’t even bring your staff this time,” they muttered, almost to themselves. “Guess you’re planning to use bare fists, huh?”

Haoyu said nothing. His eyes stayed forward, a cold wind cutting through the space between them.

Qiu smirked faintly. They didn’t need to speak again.

Where Haoyu walked with that look in his eyes, Qiu always followed.

"At least tell me where we are having this blood bath." Qui nudged him as he summoned his Nimbus cloud.

Haoyu's head lifted to the clouds. Qiu's head followed.

"....You've got to be kidding me." Qiu scowled. "No."

Haoyu nodded. Yes.

Qui tilted their head back with a long winded curse. "Why-?"

"They took Chyou." he spoke, voice raspy. Qiu froze, head arched back, expression unreadable. Slowly they straightened themselves, pulling out a few bottles of a variety of poisons. Without a word they sat on the cloud, twirling a vial between their fingers.

It seems it was time to become an enemy of the Celestial Court.

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