#magicccc

[lagt-duck]

Day 27 of Monkey May

MAGIC!!!

Aka

When the eldritch shapeshifting god is also a silly lil monkey

As always the challenge belongs to @vorpaldoodles

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

I'M OFFICIALLY TALLER THAN MY MUM

[freddie-dafroggo]

@goblinsupstairs THIS IS SO COOL WHAT

NO WAY

[gomzdrawfr]

Omg, can we have that We Bare Bears stacking pose? But with Bear! Ghost, Bear! Price, and Bear! Raven/Gomz?

gotto be one of my fav ask

[lizaluvsthis]

A new purpose...

I just stay in my room too long...

Puzzles had been thinking about his past alot, things that went in a total blur... that he wished it would all be ignored by a simple swift.

But it was never that easy to recover in such damage left in impact.

He's never been the one always suffering but every other fragile kid had been done the same with unkind parents.

He didn't know why it was so unfair to ever get treated this badly.

All he knows that he was never alone.

He had someone...

[f3l1c1af0x]

all of Felicia's and Mothys kids!

none of them have names yet (although I got a name suggestion for the baby boy) but the age order goes like this 1(the twins) 5(the eldest boy) and 6 for the eldest

[ramonathinks]

🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

nfl reiner braun tears his alc and requests the best surgeon to work on it. he gets, youuuu, sweet smelling pink doctor coat wearing you and he can’t even take you serious when you’re going over his chart or requesting to feel the muscle with those pink gloves on. you even look younger than him and he’s telling you: “darlin’, listen… im a big deal around here and i need someone to help fix me not give me a boner.” or something like that and you almost don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re the best that there’s ever been at this hospital.

RECOVERY, reiner braun !

୨୧ — pairing: footballer!reiner braun x fem!reader

୨୧ — synopsis: this doctor’s got a hardheaded patient! it’ll take some effort to convince him of your effectiveness . . .

୨୧ — contains: ( 1.4k words of . . . ) modern au, slight nsfw (more like suggestive!), footballer!reiner, surgeon!reader, fem!reader (black coded), reiner has an ACL tear, reiner’s touch-deprived/sexually frustrated, rei’s kindaaa conceited (just a little bit!), palming, minors shoo!

୨୧ — mira’s note: ramona, my love! i adore all your reiner concepts, they’re always sooo perfect 🎀 thank youuu for sharing your rei-rei thoughts with me :) now here’s a lil drabble for my gorgeous man! (not really proofread thoroughly, i apologize for any typos or mistakes!)

isopropyl.

it’s all that reiner can smell. he’s a healthy man, he hardly belongs here— in this chilled surgeon office with the most pale, unflattering lighting. the parchment-like exam table paper rustles beneath him with every stretch and maneuver he makes, and his weight is enough to pry a creak out of the treatment table every now and again.

a recurring clack of footsteps and the whine of the door lets reiner know that you, the ‘sexy doctor lady from earlier’ has returned from reading his screenings. he wasn’t able to catch your name amidst the splitting pain from his acl tear, so that’ll make do in the meantime.

you set down your clipboard and turn to face him. your dear patient appears a bit mussed from the big game that took place earlier— his golden hair’s all fluffy and wild, that red football uniform of his is streaked with the green of the field, and his left cheekbone got a little scratch somehow. you’ll make sure to dab that with rubbing alcohol later.

“your vitals are well above average.” you commend. his reply’s a mere grunt. he can’t bring himself to take you seriously. just fucking look at you; pink latex gloves pulled over manicured hands, welcoming eyes all doe and shiny, with a sweet glossed smile that he won’t forget for days to come. he hates having to meet such a beauty under these grim circumstances– after all, you’re the kind of woman he’d take out on a date.

“lucky for you, mister braun, your injury isn’t a complete tear . . . so your recovery time shouldn’t be too long. it’ll last about six months, give or take.”

he isn’t listening.

reiner isn’t even sure of when he began to space out; your lips are just so plush, so alluring. his surname sounds sweeter than it should when falling from your mouth. before long, you clear your throat. it’s enough to snap him out of it. “i’d appreciate your undivided attention, sir. we’re currently going over your healing plan— ”

“lemme ask you, sugar,” he interjects with a low rasp. reiner braun’s well known around these parts, and you can only assume that being such a big deal has gotten to his head. what he says next throws you off, “when’s the real doctor comin’ in, hm?” it’s hard to remain professional, but you do. no furrowed brows, no scrunched up face— nothing but a tight, forced smile.

you suck in a breath through your nose, maintaining composure. “what makes you think it isn’t me, mister braun?” he can hear the tinge of vexation in your voice. clearly, this footballer has struck a chord or two.

“you’ve got pink gloves on, barbie.” he snarks out a laugh, just a bit mean. he’s much too handsome for such a condescending tone.

you bring a gloved hand flat to his chest, pushing reiner back into the examination table. his breath catches in his throat when you knead your fingers into his thigh, right where the tear resides beneath firm muscle. you’re assertive, and goddamn, does he love it.

“i’m your doctor.” you assure, voice firm. he groans out at the calculated pressure; it feels good. makes the throb of pain fade, just a bit.

“you’ll have to put some faith in me, hm?” your tone is warm, words soft and patient in a way he doesn’t deserve. reiner can’t lie, it was crass of him to have undermined you that way.

“my apologies, doc.” he addresses you in the rightest way he can. it’s his tiny little way of making amends.

“so, how long— fuck, how long did ‘ya study for?” reiner tries for small talk, voice low and shaken. you’d like to believe that whatever left his lips just now wasn’t a moan. no, it was more like . . . a groan of pain, perhaps?

“about six years. graduated early,” no wonder you look just about his age, if not younger. all his previous doctors were just as old as his parents.

“smart and pretty, huh?” he graces you with a feeble grin, a white gleam of teeth surrounded by neatly trimmed stubble. it’s safe to say that he’s your hottest patient up to date.

you continue on with prodding into the thick meat of his left thigh, and those throaty whines of his make you feel a way you simply shouldn’t.

it’s been a while since reiner’s been touched this way. he knows it’s just a regular inspection for his stupid injury, but he can’t recall the last time a woman’s splayed their hands on his body. he’s always busy with football this, training that. there’s never any time remaining for hook-ups, talkless of a relationship. that being said, it isn’t long before he begins to grow excited.

“m— mister braun,” you call out, voice airy, “you seem a little, um . . . worked up.”

“huh?” his eyes flit up to meet yours. you lock onto his honey-brown pools of desperation.

nothing else is uttered. you wordlessly direct your gaze towards his crotch, and give him a knowing look. reiner finally catches on— he fucking knew he felt his bottoms getting tight. hesitantly, the blonde lifts his head to peer down at his pants. surely enough, a boner’s prodding at the centering cloth of his football shorts.

“goddamn,” he drops his head back onto the examination table, bashfully throwing his forearm over his eyes. humiliation eats at the proud man, reducing him to a jumble of hormones.

you can hardly bring yourself to contain your chuckle, which makes his reddened cheeks burn further. it seems that his bodily reaction to your skilled hands has given him a sense of humility at best, and embarrassment at worst.

“i’ve never been appointed to a lady before . . .” is his hushed excuse. he’s still got his eyes shielded with his arm— he can’t even fucking bear to look at you. it’ll only spur him on further.

‘i turn you on?’ is what you’re just longing to question him. you know that you do— he’s been looking at your lips with bated breath since he got here. not to mention the peeks he’d taken at your ass whenever you turned around to read his chart or grab a cotton ball.

it’s quite bold of you— more like dangerous— to bring your ministrations upwards, closer to the ache under his pants. you’d tell yourself to stay on task, but professionalism has long been thrown out the window.

your gloved hands trail mischievously, placed directly atop reiner’s hard-on. warmth radiates from your palm, and you squeeze. his eyes blink shut, hips gently bucking upwards. his tear burns from beneath his skin, but he doesn’t fucking care. he bets he could cum from your hands alone.

reiner eventually manages to pull his arm away from blocking his viewpoint, chest heaving with every passing second. if you were to use your stethoscope on him, his heartbeat would be nothing short of erratic.

“trust me, mister braun,” is your reassuring whisper, “you’re in good hands.”

[lunar-wandering]

have i talked on here about the amount of death flags they're dropping for Macaque. like sure technically quite a few of them are in reference to the death he's already experienced but i swear to GOD the way they keep dropping these is starting to make it seem like he's gonna die again-

"he got away right? he always gets away, right?"

the overly shown sacrifice stuff with MK and Wukong being more subtly reflected in Macaque's actions (getting trapped in the pagoda so the others can escape, using a spell that clearly hurts him/extremely drains him in order to save them, etc). its more subtly cause he hasn't done anything that actively puts him at risk of death yet, but he's still showing those tendencies. while Wukong has his fear of death and MK to stop him and MK has just gotten the "don't fucking sacrifice yourself" message hammered into him (as well as having Wukong himself to stop him)- nobody has given this message to Macaque. i want to put EMPHASIS on this- none of the characters have noticed Macaque's sacrificial tendencies. i feel like that means no one would think to keep an eye on him/stop him.

the chaos magicccc like are you KIDDING that has death flag written ALL OVER IT.

the repeated hints at Macaque's prior death- hear me out. yes this is building to the big reveal. but listen. that reveal. would hit so much harder story wise. if it happens at the same time/in the same episode where Macaque gets killed again. ( could you imagine if they cut between his JTTW death and this death. showing the parallels between them. one moment it's Wukong striking at Macaque, the next second it's whatever's killing him this time around- could you IMAGINE).

im just. head in hands i cant HANDLE this lego monkie kid you can't DO THIS TO ME

[itsrlymine]

Hey girl it's 🌷

I just manifested cancelling my exams lol. The 3d was fully against me but I was really stern in my mind and that shit was so easy omg !!

It is so easy yes!!!! I love this for you. You better work your magicccc!!

[halfkasster]

please, I know we're attatched to the ones shown in canon and ogre marcille is funny

BUT PLEASE

CONSIDER THE HUMBLE GNOME MARCILLE

HER BIG OL EARS!

HER SILLY LITTLE FACE!!

THE WAY SHE LOOKS SLEEPY AND SMUG AND MISCHIEVOUS ALL AT ONCE

but most importantly MY WIFE @akindlyowl CORE

Masterpost

[ohwottanight]

magicccc

[sondheim-girly]

I know it's not american thanksgiving yet but it is this weekend where I am so what are your thoughts on Mathews family thanksgiving? (cause their mom absolutely tries to do smt for it even if it's not much)

sorry this took me so long, I got a little sidetracked... go see my headcanons on mama mathews for context cuz otherwise a lot of this wont make sense!

-the thanksgiving after two bit is born, mollys parents reach out to her and invite her to come back to their farm for the holiday

-Molly, with some convincing from Betsy, decides to accept

-it’s a little awkward at first, but her parents are masters at pretending everything is fine when it’s not

-keith turns on the charm and makes her whole family really like him, other than Betsy

-this starts a tradition for their family to have a big reunion every thanksgiving

-the thanksgiving after Beth was born and Keith left was awful

-her family kept on making snide comments about how “of course she couldn’t even keep a man” and how shameful it is to be a single mother

-she puts up with this for a few years, until one year when she finally gets sick of it, and there’s a huge screaming match between her and her brother and her parents

-during the argument someone makes a comment about how Beth never should have been born and it’s her fault that Keith is gone, and Molly just snaps

-cuz nooo one is going after her babies, she’d give up the world for them 100 times over

-she immediately gets up and leaves, and they never go back

-the next year they try and make a nice dinner but molly cant cook for shit so they end up just going to the curtis house

-that births the new tradition of the big Curtis gang thanksgiving!

-then one year post canon Betsy reaches out saying that her husband and kids are traveling to see some extended family for thanksgiving and she decided to stay back home

-she asks if she could come to Tulsa so they can do thanksgiving together!!

-Molly is like “of course!!!!” And is absolutely thrilled to get to spend some time with her sister

-this is after Marcia and two bit start dating, and when two bit finds out that this year Marcia’s parents are working through the holiday and she won’t be having a thanksgiving dinner he insists she comes

-Betsy is good at cooking, however Molly and Beth are both atrocious

-two bit, surprisingly, is actually fucking incredible

-no one knows why, but u put him in the kitchen and he can do magicccc

-he and Betsy are put in charge of the majority of the food

-Beth tries to make the mashed potatoes because how does someone fuck up mashed potatoes?

-however she finds a way, because of course she does

-Betsy doesn’t let Molly anywhere near the kitchen cuz she’s still traumatized from mollys cooking endeavors when they were kids

-the kitchen was nearly burned down on multiple occasions back then

-Marcia volunteers to make a pumpkin pie, because she’d baked a few times when Cherry was over at her house and they got bored

-two bit comes over to ‘help’ and like… I don’t even need to talk about it I think you know how unbearably cute they were (and there may have been a minor food fight- think of that scene between Quinn and puck from glee)

-they all sit down for dinner, and stuff themselves full and laugh and talk the whole time!

-Molly decided her contribution would be decorations, so the table is beautiful with all sorts of fall colors!

-afterwards they all agree it’s the best thanksgiving they ever had

Thanks so much for asking me about this! It feels wrong for me to be talking about thanksgiving this early, but I had so much fun making these that it’s ok :)

[f0point5]

random confession: I've never had any opinion on cs55, it was a bit like "meh"... but something in the universe might've shifted because i swear that i'm loving him since then. has he been swapped with a doppelgänger?

This year he has been one of my faves honestly. Getting dropped from Ferrari really has made him glow different sorrynotsorry

He has the “working his notice” glow. Just like Lewis.

That shit’s magicccc

[wishitweresummer]

Whaaaat this is so good

Tickle Test

The tickle potion has successfully been created, but someone needs to test to see if the potion actually works.

Sequel to This fic

Words: 1.6k

Big thanks to @mushiewrites for watching me write and giving me little pointers and advice throughout! Made writing this so so much fun!!

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The potion was put nicely into several bottles and laid out in front of the three friends. The process of completing the concoction was an adventure in itself but it was far from over. Someone was going to have to actually test if the potion actually worked, and the silence that had its hold on the three of them was loud enough to make its big question known: Who was going to be the tester?

“Not it!” Sapnap suddenly destroyed the silence with a startling declaration and touching his finger to his nose. Dream jumped, ready to say the same but he then looked over at George, who’s eyes were very fixated on the bubbling and colorful elixir. Dream could see the flickering pink reflection in the man’s irises.

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[8bittyz]

MOON GIRL MAGICCCC🎶🎶

[nurbo-the-dragon]

MAGICCCC

ANONNNNNNN

nurbo human now :3

HE STARTS SCREAMING.