#man its got a 2 week recovery time

[mushd-room]

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[lilisgardensblog]

hiii! I love your tot works and I hope it's alright to ask this request for the NXX boys

I recently got 2nd degree burns to my foot, kinda impeding my movements and it made me very ill too. Took 2 weeks to heal and is still healing physically and me mentally.

So (if its not too much...) how would each of the boys react to seeing their s/o with that bad of an injury (after they got it) and how would they help them on the road to recovery?

Again I apologize if this is too much (if it is, you can drop it down to just vyn and artem)

🍮🍭

hii! I hope you're alright and have a quick recovery, anon! I will sadly drop it down to just Vyn and Artem, hope it's alright with you and once again, get well soon🫶🏼

p.s: the actions in this fictional work of literature are before the 2nd anniv (spoilers: the proposal)

p.p.s: if the interactions don't seem accurate, i haven't played the game in months, but nonetheless i present to you:

NXX reacting to your injury

Artem

Artem came rushing into the hospital as soon as he got the call.

As you were on working hours, he was the first to be called since he was your boss. You went to meet with a witness for a case when all of a sudden the building caught on fire and as the helpful person you are, you went the last one out, making sure everyone is out and safe.

But now you're laying on a hospital bed, unable to move your foot. The doctors told you how lucky you are that just your foot burnt,but while you were glad that "just your foot burnt", you still felt damn unlucky to be in this hospital bed.

"I'm here! I'm here! Where are they?" you heard Artem's voice in the hallway just as a nurse went to help him.

Artem. Your boss and the only man who could make this awful day slightly better. The brunette man who always makes you feel better honestly. Artem, who's now coming your way, worry painted all over his face. "y/n! are you okay?" he asks as he reaches your bed. He lays his fidgety hands by your side, waiting for you to confirm you're still alive and here with him. "I'm alright...I think" you give him a weak smile, to reassure him, that he quickly returns. He let out a relieved breath, visibly glad to hear your voice. "How's the witness?" you ask, worried about the case. He gave you a half amused laugh in response "They're alright, but it's you I'm worried about. No, don't worry, we won't lose this case because of this unfortunate incident. We will, however, try and see if this can be used as evidence." Artem managed to answer all your questions without even asking them in the first place.

You smile affectionately at him "I'm glad that you're here". Artem is the only person you'd want by your side right now . Artem, who's now slowly turning red because of your sweet words. With a shy smile, he nods"Me too" making both of you blush.

You're interrupted when the doctor walks into the room to announce that you'll be released in a few weeks and explained to you all your treatment. Artem patiently sat beside you, listening and memorizing everything that needs to be done and only speaking when the doctor asked 'who could help you?' ,your boss offering you all his free time in the next month. When the doctor left you tried to protest "You can't spend all your time by my side! What about the case?They need you back at the firm and-" Artem interrupts your observations with simple factual answers "Yes, I can and will. We'll work together on the case as I'll be with you for as long as you need me and if the firm needs me, Celeste can either take my place or I can have a quick video conference. Either way, I'm staying by your side until the doctor confirms you do not need my assistance anymore. " he finishes with a solemn look on his face that tells you that he means everything and every word. Your heart melts at the kind words this man has told. You soften and shyly agree that he can stay with you. The sweet moment reaches the end when the nurse comes in to treat your wound. Artem is sent away, but not before promising you that he'll come back first thing in the morning.

Vyn

Vyn is not the type to get easily startled or scared, but as he got a call that you were rushed to the hospital, he put everything on pause to rush to the Emergency Room.

Reaching the ER he tried to regain his composure as he asked a nurse "where are they? where is y/n?" the nurse saluted him before showing Vyn your room.

You give Vyn a weak smile, the meds doing their thing to ease your pain as the adrenaline starts to ditch you, going back to normal parameters. Vyn pants in the doorframe, a clear sign he's been running all the way here. "Did you start some cardio, dr Richter?" you tease him. "I'm glad to see you still have your humor. Are you alright?" his worried gaze surprising you. You try to nod, but you aren't sure if you succeeded or not as you're feeling very numb. "Yes, I think I'm alright" you reassure him, wanting nothing more than to kiss the worry away from him. He is relieved to see you still speaking and moving your hand, as you sign him to come closer. He reaches your side in two steps and now squeezes your hand. "How did this happen?" Vyn asks, addressing the elephant in the room. "I got out last when my apartment building caught on fire. How did you find out?" you weren't surprised that he found out so soon as more than half the staff here knows that you're friends with the renowned psychiatrist, but they barely got you out of the ambulance when Vyn arrived at the ER. "A friend of mine told me that someone I 'might' know is being brought in as we speak and the only person they know that is important to me is you." you blush at his words, at the fact that you're important to him. "Leaving this aside, what did the doctor tell you?" you tell Vyn everything and after that you somehow start a little gossip about your doctor. Apparently he and Vyn know each other and as always Vyn is more than happy to tell you about him, even if you have to insist just a little.

But your very productive conversation is brought to an end as Vyn is summoned for a patient. "I cannot right now as you can see I'm very busy." but the nurse insisted it's necessary that he comes now, before the patient hurts anyone. He gives you an apologetic look as you say "You can go" with an understanding smile. He returns the smile and adds "You may stay at my place until you find something else given that your building burned down. Now please rest as I will send a nurse to check on you and I will personally discuss your treatment with the doctor. And one more thing, if you don't mind I'd like to help you not just as a friend, but as a doctor myself. We'll continue this conversation when you wake you, now you need to rest as you've been through a very stressful situation" Vyn ends the speech with a kiss on your forehead before rushing to the patient in need of his attention.

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not read proof, this was nice for my writer block

[theriddlettesblog]

Home Runner, a Team Fortress 2 fanfiction

Chapter 1

Scout sits in the Teufort base’s resupply room, on one of the benches, thinking to himself about the choices he’s made that led up to where he is now.

“Hey, Scout,” Engie begins, walking up to the resting Jeremy who is now looking up at the genius and no longer at his shoes. “Yer soda’s in the fridge if ya need any.” He says gesturing over to the minifridge.

A week prior, Dell had noticed that Scout was out of Bonk again and added it to the shopping list. Demo picked up a case of the carbonated punch, albeit small, when he went to the store. The Scottsman only bought six cans of the soft drink because he wanted to use the majority of his strength and paycheck to bring back the most alcohol he could. The rest of his purchase consisted of three crates of beer for him and Dell to share, three bottles of whiskey for himself, and one bottle of vodka for Heavy which the Russian man drinks much to Medic’s protest with the giant’s health in mind. If Tavish had more arms, he would have gotten more booze, not pop.

“Thanks, Engie.” Scout replies to the builder.

“No problem. Round’s ‘bout to start, so git caffeinated and ready to cap the intel.” The mechanist tells Jeremy, grabbing his wrench and shotgun then leaving the safety of the base.

Jeremy breathes a big sigh then proceeds to gear up, grabbing his favorite hat-headphones combo, scattergun, and swiftly downs one of the half-a-dozen cans of Bonk in the fridge before walking out of the room. Stepping out of the resupply, he straightens the collar of his polo and adjusts his untinted Value of Teamwork prescription Graybanns. The man goes on to cock his scattergun, ejecting an empty shell out of the chamber all while closely observing its descent to the floor. Through his specs, Scout’s gaze is locked on the shell resting on the ground.

“Empty.” The young man says to himself, still staring. A loud gunshot followed by an explosion breaks him out of his trance and he walks onto the ledge Mick often uses as a sniper’s nest. As one would guess, the New Zealand native is indeed there, scoped in and carefully searching for a head to liquidate.

“Joinin’ the fight now, Scout? ‘Bout time, we need a fast recovery, heh heh.” Sniper says, taking a moment to unscope to ask and chuckle at his own jab.

“You got it, Mick.” Scout responds, unenthusiastically and without looking at the other assassin. The runner jumps down off the ledge, trying his best to keep his balance after landing. Before he gets a chance to look up at the other side of Teufort, his Bottle Cap’s headset starts buzzing.

“Scout?” Pauling asks, gaining the speedster’s attention, “Before you say anything, or if you are saying anything, stop, I’ve got a contract for you.”

“Sure.” Jeremy answers, without any shock from the fact that this is the first time Miss Pauling has said anything to him in months.

A moment of silence goes by before Pauling breaks it. “Are you not going to say anything else?” the woman asks, confused that Scout is not shamelessly embarrassing himself nor reciting a used pick up line that won’t work on her, or anyone, for that matter.

“No?” Jeremy asks back, not understanding her confusion with his lack of idiocy.

“Oh, okay, uh, I just need you to kill a few Pyros and you’ll get a new weapon skin, well, new to you, not actually new, Minimal Wear at best.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Scout quickly replies before hanging up without another word between them. He sighs again and jumps into the water between the two bases, heading into the BLU team’s sewers.

As he makes his way through the water, he begins thinking to himself again, about something that’s been tugging at the back of his mind for the past few weeks. For those past few weeks, Scout hasn’t been able to shake an odd feeling, a feeling that was unusual and unfamiliar to him. It was a feeling that bogged down his cockiness and made him more tame as well as fade into the background. It prevented him from being the loud showy kid from Boston, but rather, made him quiet which everyone on his team noticed, but no one batted any eyes toward. Not even Jeremy himself noticed he was acting a little out of the ordinary, he just went about flanking every Soldier and Heavy that was unfortunate enough to not notice the skinny guy with the shotgun coming up behind them.

Why he’s been feeling this way for this long was unknown to him, usually, it takes three cans of the atomic punch to lift his spirits and he’s right back to being the most annoying shotgunner on the field. But for some reason, no matter how much pop he chugs, he can’t get out of this fog. Jeremy almost has half a mind to ask Medic about his atypical string of emotions, but he rationalizes the thought by realizing that the mad Doktor will either write it off as nothing or perform some kind of procedure that wouldn’t change anything except his number of exotic hamster kidneys. Scout is brought back to reality when he hears the Administrator exclaim that his team’s intelligence has been taken.

“Scout!” Engie calls out to Jeremy on his headset. “A Spy’s taken the intel! He’s goin’ through the sewers! Meet ‘im halfway and blast ‘im to hell!”

“On it.” Scout replies, once again, unenthused while rolling his eyes. He heads out the few feet he made it into the BLU base and swims across to the sewers of his own. He stands guard at the entrance out of the sewer system, waiting for someone, RED or BLU to enter his sight. Several moments pass by with absolutely nothing coming into his view.

“Crap, he’s probably invisible.” Scout says to himself, trying to listen for sloshes in the water. Several more moments pass by without a single break in the silence.

Scout gets tired of waiting so he presses the button on his headset, “Engie? Did that Spy leave the base?”

“Not with the intel, he dropped it and vanished. But we got theirs.” As soon as the Texan finishes that proud statement, The Administrator’s voice comes over the intercom and congratulates the REDs for capturing BLU’s intel.

“Come on back,” Dell begins again, “we got three cases ‘a beer so one fer everyone who’s not an alcoholic bomb maker.”

“Sweet.” Scout breathes out without cracking a smile, keeping the same face as when he first called. Before moving his feet, Jeremy lets his arms fall to his sides and then slowly makes his way into the main part of his team’s base.

When Scout re-enters the resupply room, he sees all of his teammates celebrating with beers in hand, save for Tavish, he has three in each. Before anyone could realize Jeremy was there, he grabs the tiny case of soda out of the fridge and heads home for the night.

Home, for Scout, is a small rundown apartment complex just outside of downtown Teufort which he would be more than overjoyed to move out of and find a nicer place, but seeing how the Administrator docs and suspends his pay for mouthing off to her, what he does make barely covers the costs of his ammunition. The building is curated by an elderly blind man named Talor who rocks a tricked out wheelchair, is shockingly modest, but most importantly, is kind to Scout. Jeremy is Talor’s only tenant but he keeps the power and water running for him as the speedster has nowhere else to go. Scout makes a silent entrance into his room, trying his best to not let anyone know he returned home; though Talor is very warmhearted, Scout doesn’t need anything to further complicate his day.

The light-footed sprinter tosses his cap and glasses onto his dinner (coffee) table before finishing off the last five cans of Bonk he took from work. He throws off his shoes, pants, and shirt and nearly collapses into the pullout couch he uses as a bed. After three hours of dreamless sleep, buzzing comes from his resting headset. This awakens Scout and in a half-asleep daze, gets up and brings the single headphone to his ear after laying back down on the throw pillow he uses as a regular one.

“Yeah?” Scout asks, mildly annoyed, but too tired to care, that someone is calling him in the dead of night.

“Scout? It’s Pauling.” the purple-shirted secretary answers the speedster.

“Miss Pauling? Look, it’s late, I gotta be up at six tomorrow, I don’t got time for another contract.” Scout tells her with only one eye open, locked on one of his many mold-ridden walls.

“No. Scout, this isn’t about a contract, though, you didn’t complete my last one so either way it wouldn’t be. Uh, anyway, I was just calling to ask why you left work early. You usually never pass up an opportunity to show off your weird dance moves.” Pauling inquires, trying to piece together the answer to this mystery.

“I just wasn’t feelin’ it today.” Scout answers, scratching his head which is still laying on his pillow.

“Engie says you haven’t been feeling it at all.” Jeremy’s half-shut gaze squints even further. The young woman continues, “I’m just a little concerned is all. I know we haven’t been talking a lot lately, and people’s lives tend to move on whether or not they keep in touch.” Pauling says, trying not to let her voice crack under the weight of her words. Jeremy sits up in his cot, looking down at his half-blanketed body.

Without anything else to say, he simply replies, “I’m still doin’ okay. Thanks for the call, Miss Pauling, goodnight.” and with that, Jeremy hangs up, allowing the mountain of guilt resting on his back to force a breath out of his lungs. He then slips back into sleep.

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Masterlist

[pearblossomrain]

summarizing my home country's gp for myself:

● SIGNIFICANTLY more boring than baku 😭😭

● kmag returned but we did not get terror out of the track terrorist man. horrible!

● man i don't even know what vcarb is smoking bc softs?? halfway through?? speaking of softs why'd mercedes start hamilton on softs too that's 💀💀

● holy shit are we actually losing ricciardo??? red bull owes the man flowers and a fruit basket (if they aren't giving him the seat) for keeping norris from fastest lap ngl

● massive congrats to liam lawson though cos he does deserve it after his last year's performance and they've benched him long enough but ofc it's sad for ricciardo esp for someone who's been racing for so long (minus his break)

● not great from ferrari overall but that's on their quali tbh cos the recovery from that shitshow wasn't bad really and they were smart with pitting sainz early but i believe they're incapable of having 2 good strats....

● that's another mclaren double podium but i have to say that giant chrome logo is incredibly ugly 😭

● kind of surprised verstappen kept his red bull in 2nd? maybe the rb garage finally got their shit together! or maybe not cos its a miracle perez managed to end up within the points tbh...

● honestly INSANE defending from hulkenburg someone give that man minister of defence rn i feel like he did nothing but keep cars behind him, which unlucky for leclerc cos he was behind him AND alonso which is like 2 steel walls atp.

● that colapinto bit at the start was magnificent tbh i didn't see it until later but hell yeah that's the idgaf energy i want from someone who doesn't have a seat next year!

● idk what the hell happened with albon's car and why he retired i'm gonna have to go check but damn that's unlucky...

● seriously just bad luck for leclerc all around cos his times were good and he overtook quite a few times but he was against some ministers of defence today i fear 💀

● PLS DONT STOP THE COMMUNITY SERVICE JOKES THEY'RE SENDING ME INTO ORBITTT

● no safety car?? in SINGAPORE?? im throwing tomatoes out my window in the vague direction of the marina bay circuit rn 🍅🍅

side note: it's hilarious as a sgrean to watch the gp bc these are the same roads my slow ass bus takes every week.

side note 2: welcome back britney to the commentary! also when kimi appeared i said "omg my son" and my friend asked "ollie?" and i had to be like "...no my other son" 😭

side note 3: it's like barely 18 hours after the race as i type this and i just saw them dismantle the barriers with my own 2 eyes from the double decker bus?? damn that's FAST??

[defilerwyrm]

May i ask how's the recovery process after gender affirming surgeries?

If you mean how's it going now: my last surgery was in 2022 so at this point I'm 100% healed up. I was SUPPOSED to get my implants in December 2023 but my insurance company has been fucking me over at every turn so that's still on hold.

If you mean how was it at the time:

Top surgery (2018) was pretty easy for me since I have a desk job. I stayed with family in town for the first 2 weeks, during which time I basically did nothing but sleep, wake up long enough to use the toilet, take a dry shower, eat something, take more pain meds, then go back to sleep. I had 4 weeks off work, so after that I was a little sore and still confined to button-down shirts because I couldn't raise my arms above shoulder level; then I went back to work and all was normal for the next month. But...

Because I am an unlucky son of a bitch, I had a rare complication: I developed a seroma that dehysced (i.e. a hole opened up along my suture line that leaked large amounts of greasy, bright orange fluid made up of lymph and blood), which was not painful at all but was absolutely disgusting and very alarming to experience—but not a medical emergency or anything, and was easily fixed with a revision surgery. I took another 2 (I think?) weeks off work and it's been fine ever since. The left side of my chest is a little funny but I don't really care, it was fully worth it. Please note that I did not have drains. If you have drains, you're even LESS likely to have this problem.

Hysterectomy (2019) was much the same: I slept through the first two weeks and spent the next 2 in a recliner with an ice pack on my lower belly, playing a lot of Stardew Valley and getting into Critical Role. I was lucky enough to live with a friend who loves cooking. I ate a lot of soup. The soreness wasn't that bad, but I have a policy of staying ahead of the pain by using timers for how often I should be taking them. The worst part of it was the pain meds, tbh, because I really don't like the way oxycodone makes me feel; at the same time, I'm grateful for that fact because it keeps me from forming a habit.

Phalloplasty etc (2021) was kinda rough to start. I had 3 months off work that time. Slept through the first 2 weeks as usual. But for the first 3 weeks total I had a suprapubic catheter in and man I fuckin' hate being cathed. I felt like I needed to pee at all times, even immediately after draining the cath bag. Awful. Learning to pee standing up was...let's just say I did a lot of laundry and cleaning, lol. This was made worse by the fact that I had two fistulae (holes that go through the urethra all the way to the outside)—like I said, I've got bad luck. One of them healed up all on its own, like most of them do. The other one required a revision 8 months later, which meant being cathed again for a while, SIGH. But back to post-op for phallo: I had physical therapy for my left arm to make sure I kept a good range of motion; I kept the graft bandaged with daily gentle cleanup, application of ointments, and rebandaging; and had to take dry showers for the first uhhhhh. 2 weeks at least, maybe 3 or 4? After I got the cath out, things were MUCH easier. I was just kinda vaguely tired and sore and spent most of my time lying down. My libido came back at the start of the 2nd month, which was frustrating af because it wasn't till the start of the 3rd month that I was healed up enough to do anything about it (but once I could, holy FUCK it was incredible).

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Okay it’s been like a week i think that’s a decent amount of recovery time, I think i’ve about worked through it, I think i’ve pieced myself together at least a LITTLE

SO, lets get this show back on the road, maybe i’ll get more than one episode in this time WE’LL SEE

WHATISUPEVERYBODY WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER KNOX REACTS POST WITH A LOT CAPS LOCK AND A LOT OF KEYSMASHES, ITS GREAT TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN, LETS GET STARTED

Spoilers for Monkie Kid season 5 episode 2 ahead

MMMMMMMMM OKAY SOOOO THIS ONE’S CALLED COLLAR THE KIIING.GOSH. WONDER WHAT TAHT COULD BE ABOUT. [looks at trailer] [looks at camera]

okay, listen, i got mixed feelings about using the circlet again, I mean, I dunno what it is, might be something pretty different, but the OG circlet was kinda like… as much as i like use it for angsty purposes, it was a big part of Sun Wukong’s journey. Bro had very little self-control, was quick to violence, you could say—what’s the word…. —allegorically??-wise it was kind of something to give him a reason to hold back. After he no longer needs that, he’s completed his journey, that circlet, disappears. Because he has that self control now, he’s ascended to buddahood or however you say it. (To my understanding at least.) So whipping it out as a way to snipe the OP character—I dunno man. I feel like something different could’ve been done. Especially since, to my knowledge, that kind of… will-bending thing is reserved for Guanyin to give out, rather than, some random guy. Like you can’t just dish those out willy nilly. Who gave him that? Bro we haven’t even started the episode save me hG;LKAJWEF I just think maybe they don’t know what to do with a character as OP as Sun Wukong sometimes, they do everything they can to snipe him, so he can’t do anything, and it makes him feel pretty useless. But like?? They seem to have no problem with Mk because bro as some pretty world-shattering looking powers at this point, and they ain’t sniped him yet, aside from his crippling anxiety and terror and all that.

… I dunno. We thinking. I PROMISED NOT TO TRY AND FILTER MY THOUGHTS SO Y’ALL ARE GETTING THE WILD UNFILTERED GARBAGE IN MY HEAD AT YOUR REQUEST SO GODSPEED HGL;KSDAFJAOWEF

Also, about the last ep, before I press play. I still think, Pigsy was off. Voice acting and writing. Like, is it character development to slowly erase a characters personality aside from how they care about another character? I don’t know! You tell me! I’m only one episode in! This’ll probably changed i don’t want to look like too much of an idiot so we’re going to get started! LEGOOO

The theme song still hurts me. They just.. REALLY like their tilted angles. Like SO much. Like… i just need to watch this with my head tilted to the side. It’s really bad. Listen, I’m all for a tilted angle here and there for some impact, but almost every new piece of that rigged/puppet animation in the theme song is all tilted in the same direction. It’s tripping me up, and I honestly don’t really like looking at it. GUYYYYSSSSS I’M TRYING HERE I’M REALLY TRYING |;A;/

OOOO HELLO VOICE ACTOR

BRO HAS A NICE VOICE. WHO IS THIS? I DON’T KNOW ANYONES NAMES HAHA

Okay, I will say, I do have one positive thing to say about this new animation and that is that they like, the backgrounds are still pretty decent. Like, they’re definitely missing the flair Flying Bark had, but they aren’t too far off. I will say tho, okay, I forgot to put a disclaimer I’ll add that later, but for now we’ll say a little something here. I realized after watching the first episode of this season, that the reason I fell in love with Monkie Kid, is because I fell in love with Flying Bark and their energy and their love for what they create. Even if this new studio pours they souls into this new season, I don’t think i can ever care about it the way i cared about the first four, because the reason I fell in love with it, is no longer here, the soul of it has changed, even if the writers stay the same. Like, we’ve had the writers change a bit once before, but the soul of the show stayed the same cause Flying Bark stayed the same. Now, that’s not the cause but ONCE AGAIN THOUGH, IT IS TOO EARLY TO REALLY TELL, this is just my thoughts right at this moment. Bro i haven’t even reacted to the episode i’m just uNLOADING NONSENSE I’M SO SORRYIGNS;DLFKAMWEF

MOVING ON GENTS SKIP AHEAD SKIP AHEAD

Y’know good call, it is pretty funny that these three monkeys always seem to be in the middle of trouble. Not to bring up HP but like, it does remind me of a scene I remember distantly watching with the whole “why is it always you three?” Little funny

OKay

OKAY

INAHLES.

Another tilted angle, hi buddy, has anyone counted these? We should count, just for comedic purposes—

I do think like… I’m so sorry, I’m so used to hearing what I want to hear while watching these, so when they’re falling, and I see Mk, I expected to hear him like, yelling but we only get that once he like… hits the ground. I do like the landing noises. Woof i’m hyper analyzing all this sound design now that i know the sound design people changed or whatever. Wowza. We in unfamiliar territory booooiiiis.

YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME SAD?? YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME SAD— wow i’m 47 seconds in and i’ve paused like forty seven timeslKMGOAWEF— ITS THAT I’LL NEVER SEE MONKEY KING’S REAL HYPED UP BITS IN FLYING BARK’S ANIMATION. I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE WHAT HE CAN REALLY DO WHEN HE’S NOT HOLDING BACK WAILS. LIKE THAT SMOKE BEGON MOVEMENT? This is hard guys, i am such a visual person, I am strugglingggggg HG;LKAJFWEF I WANNA LIKE IT, I REALLY DO, I’M STRUGGLING

Okay yeah reaction right uuhhhh undersworld kings!! ten of em right? HEYYY GUYYSSSSS HOW’SA GOING, I CANT’ BELEIVE WE GET THE TAKEN TO COURT EPISODE, JUST IN THE UNDERWORLD INSTEAD OF IN THE CELESTIAL REALM RIP GKS;LJAFAMWEF

helpHELPGN;LSKDFA;OWEFIM HELP?? KAY KAY HOL UP

CACKLES

CAKCKLES SO LOUDLY

So

So either

writing error

or

listen, how did Mk know he was in bed… unless he was awake… when Pigsy carried him… upstairs… I’M JUST SAYING FOLKS, I’M JUST SAYING, HOW DID HE KNOW? HE SUPPOISEDLY FELL ASLEEP MID-NOODLE-EATING, HE DOESN’T KNOW HE’S IN BED, COULD HE HEAR THAT WHOLE ILY SON BIT?

If I close my eyes this aint’ so bad— CRIES WAILS I’M FINE

Anyway, point is, i’m saying Mk was in fact awake during all that. He just decided to pretend to be sleeping so Pigsy would carry him or something CACKLES

ONLY STRIKE WHEN YOU’RE ASLEEP—HELPGMLKASFMSDF Y’know I still think SWK in fact drunk himself to an early death still, silly little head canon, rather than falling asleep bro just was like alright folks i’m an alcoholic wdym you can’t take me down there i’m alive— whew its hot, there is a HEATWAVE HERE, AND smoke so we fine we fine AHEM ANYWAYS

SO

SO WHAT I’M HEARING

IS MK’S SLEEP-DEPRIVATION, KEPT THESE GUYS FROM CALLING

HAHAHAHA

Also wow, Macaque talks like he wouldn’t be deathly afraid of these guys. Isn’t this the same dude that was willing to turn on humanity for the Lady Bone Demon if it meant not dying again???? ??? ??? But he’s gonna get huffy with the underworld kings????? Bro

Swk is a fashionista real Cool robes so true

Okay cool monkeys are

in court

WHEEZEKLMGOAIEWFM

OH

OH

OH OH

KAY

LISTEN

I HEARD SOMEBODY

DRAGGING THEIR SSS’S

HELLO

I HEARD THAT

I KNOW HWAT YOU ARE

I KNOW WHAT THIS

THAT MY FRIEND IS SOMEBODY

THE VIBE IS DIFFERENT

ARE YOU ARE SCROLL STEALLING FELLA IS THE QUESTION

I might be out to lunch on this I’m just thinking about that medusa haired bird snake lion turtle creature thing and I’m thinking one of these guys, is that guy. Jusssssayin

Anyway wow I gotta go back and process words now

Okay

Cycle

….Right

Cool

Cccccycle

Yeah

squints

That aint’ sus at aaall

hmmm Harbrrriingggerrrr

Also wait yeah, speaking of the pillars of the universe or whatever HA I NEED TO WATCH THESE BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE ONCE AGAIN STARTED TO REBLOG MY POSTS WITH SPOILERS IN THE TAGS, I SAW A CONFIRMATION ABOUT PILLARS OF THE UNVIERSE SO IG I WAS RIGHT ON THAT

THEORY TIME BEFORE WE CONTINUE LETS GO

MK DESTROYS THE PILLARS OF THE UNIVERSE BABYYYYY

UM

OOOO OR HE’S MEANT TO

HAHA

Could you imagine

Y’know my bros and I had a theory about Mk being made as like, a way to take down monkey king, the entire universe is just the next step of that theory ig haha MOVING ONNNN BBYYYY

Okay

OKay i laughed a little

i still think some of the dialogue sounds awkward, i don’t know what it is. Um Sean still giving his best performance here tho thanks bro we love and appreciate you. I did laugh because it is funny they re-summoned him. I do find it interesting that no one seems afraid of Sun Wukong. Like…. they make all these references to stuff he’s done, but no one really respects him, or vies him as an actual threat? I mean well, clearly they do if they gonna slap a circlet on him. But its like… bro ripped his way out of here last time, and y’all are gonna??? Not be nervous?? I dunno. Monkie Kid really likes to take sun wukongs backstory and kinda… giiiiive a lot of his motivation to other people so he’s just… acting for others rather than for himself, if that makes sense??? Like with Azure, they had Monkey King being manipulated into attacking heaven, rather than his pride getting a kick and him wanting respect and all that and y’know prideful hours. Among other things. Like I get this is a kids show but man he feels watered down at some points, he really is just a silly goofy guy in this version, who everyone thinks is out to get them, but they don’t fear or respect him. …its weird. I dunno. Its a weird way to do it, Iv’e been thinking about that for a while, but its really apparent to me right now, perhaps because i’m not distracted by GOD TIER animation. Who knows.

Y’all i am having TOO MANY THOUGHTS

Moving on I got a backlog of nonsense this is just dump for all my thoughts godspeed to anyone who doesn’t hate my guts and my takes by the end of this LOL

We love swk looking smug about every crime he’s ever committed. I do like that they let him keep that at least. So he did that on his own yayyyy

Similar crime huh? Funky

Scroll of memory was stolen

-_- y’know at least they got one thing very right from jttw, absolutely BOGUS accusations from the celestials against monkey king 24/7

SOMEBODY GET MK OUT OF HEREMGS;ONWAIOEFM

Its a dream so he get the suit

Monke y c o p c o u rt ro o om a d d i t i o n i cannot you guysGN;LKAWEFM;AFE

Macaque’s face when mk asks fort the charges is comical yeah

Swk looks about ready to go back to dreaming about peaches

Sniffs

“yOuR aCtiOnS” shut your mouth king guy clearly you’ve never stepped foot outside in your fancy pants robe go touch grass

“we should leave” YEAH GERAT IDEAKLMGOIFAWEF

okay so this is the part where they slap the circlet on then cause they gotta stop swk from bodying his way out

sighs

SIGHS

well on the bright side, monkey king angst real ig

I’m Stil having a \REALLY hard time looking at this new style my brain is dying, ITS NOT CAUSE ITS BAD ITS JUST CAUSE ITS NOT THE KIND OF STUFF I LIKE, ITS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I LIKE EXCEPT I CAN’T BLOCK THE TAG ON TUMBLR BECAUSE THIS IS THE SHOW NOW [face in hands bro] So happy for everyone who’s totally unphased by this change but mAN this feels so different to me feels like coming home and someone moved into your house and replaced all your furniture and yeah its the same house but its not—

K

face in hands bro

YEAH CUASE THE MONKEY KING IS JUST GOING TO STAND THEIR LISTENING TO THIS GUY INSTEAD OF MAKING A DOOR WHEN HE SAYS HE’S GOING TO, LIKE

Y’know what i liked about flying bark? THE FACT THEY DIDN’T DO THISKLGMAOSI;FMAEW I’m so sorry guys I got gourmet animation and now i’ve got regular food it just is not the same and I am struggling to adjust because i miss flying bark. I didn’t have points where iw as like wow, they really just stand there and listen to this instead of taking action, but this is all standing and listening and no taking action which i guess could save on animation budget but BOY do i suffer for it I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN THIS HAPPENSSSSSS

I may be overlydramtic about this, its okay just hit me with a bunch of pool noodles guys i’m fine—

Y’know with the amount of time these take me to watch i really am probably only gonna be able to do like one a day n;LKGMASF

So

I pressed play

“We have brought a power even greater than yours”

and then i was so deadpan because i was like here we go circlet time (sidetone, the colours i don’t like something about them, I don’t like it, its off, its not pretty) and then Nezha pops out and i literally went

“WHAT?”

HELP?? WHAT??

“HAHHAH THIS is your big scary?”

sniffs

Okay fr the dialogue is off

its very off

whats going on guys

whats happening

is this cause the writers are being rushed?

bro i dunno

I might be losing my mind

oh heyyyy it’s Nezha’s daaaaad

Also what.

Tell me WHY (aint’ nothing but a mistake—) Nezha is here, when he kNOWS these guys were not responcible and DID IN FACT HELP SAVE ?? STUFF?? HE WAS THERE??????? I’m questioning… some decisions…..

nEZHY GH;LASKFJASDF

Okay

THE WAY I LAUGHED

Li jing I don’t actually know how to spell his name

IS NOT THAT POWERFUL

BRO??

JTTW

??? HAVE YOU READ IT??

MONKEY KING KICKED HIS BUTT??

HE WENT CRYING??? TO THE JADE EMPORER???

my hand is over my face

I cannot

why

tell me why (ain’t nothing but a mistake—) monkey king seems nervous

like

the pagoda thing is that what its called? the building that was used to snatch and hold people prisoner i remember a version of a jttw show has them snatch all his monkeys in it and use it to blackmail him into surrendering, i can see what that thing might be a problem but LI JING???

Sneezes

I laughed

again

they made

him the

I’m fine we’re just gonna move on

Well—

Okay well actually he can be replaced. that’s his…. whole thing. He… he gets replaced… eventually… and the cycle goes on. That….Am i remembering that wrong? Y’all i might just be out of date with my lore memory here i

sniffs

I don’t like him

go away Li Jing—

Oooooooooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiii need to get over the animation. It is NOT like i have mad skills its HARD to do, i need to just get over it, but monkey king pointed and that finger is so pointy what happened i’m so

its fine

I’m fine

They’re so severe

OBJECTION

WE’RE GUITLY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT

Ohhhhhhhh so they went

.

you can’t see my face rn but i sure a making one

so they went, he’s boss man now… so he can… do that….

sniffs

I dunno man

circlet was form of like… not to say that pain is a good… thing to do, but like… its the only language that monkey king knew how to speak when he was trapped under the mountain and at the beginning of the journey. “this is wrong” “HA SO?” “okay well, if you do this you feel pain” “okaywaitwaitwait—“ like… it was a form of mercy (hence Guanyin) because otherwise, he would’ve gotten thrown under the mountain cause he hadn’t “chilled out enough.” So… I dunno. Like wildly misused by triptiaka but i doubt Guanyin gave this one to Li Jing because its not about bettering its about collaring and leashing. I dunno duuuuuuude. Angst is spicy but like…. I’m having a TIME here HGLK;SADFJASFD

Once again

You’re telling me

MACAQUE

would realize whats happening

before monkey king

you think

monkey king

wouldn’t know IMMEDEATLY

what that guy is talking about

AND DIP

INSTANTLY

to get away from that

like

.

not like bro was tied down he really is just standing there waiting for that thing to be slapped on

This is something

it sure something

I WANNA ENJOY THE CHARACTER MOMENTS BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS GETTING TO ME I NEED TO LIKE WATCH IT AGAIN IN ORDER TO APPRECIATE WHATS HAPPENING OR SOMETHING RAA It’s fine, its fine, I’ll probably process around episode five and be fine and move on. i hope. probably

ALSO WAHT YOU CAN JUST?? SLAP THAT ON FROM A DISTANCE?? MONKEY KING HAD TO PUT THAT ON HIMSELF IN JTTW—

I need to let jttw go a bit if i’m gonna make it through this season;LKGMAW;EF THIS IS SEASON 4 ALL OVER AGAIN WITH SOME OF THISGLKS;DF

Okay, maybe i am stalling a little bit because i know there’s going to be screaming and that is gonna be WILD

well there might not be we’ll see

“aww macaque was running up to stop it—“ yeah i love that we get only macaque reacting and not the guy who’s literally gonna be experiencing intense pain, and we see NONE of his horror we see macaque instead.

….

as a monkey king fan this upsets me— NG;KLAWMEF;A

LISTEN I’M GLAD MACAQUE FANS ARE EATING

I AM STARVING

it’s fine, if i saw monkey king making horrified expressions i’d probably just start missing flying bark its FIIINE

WE’RE ONLY THREE MINUTES IN SAVE ME I’M CRYING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES TAKE ME AWAY FROM HEEEEEREEEEE

LISTEN I WILL TRY AND BE MORE POSITIVE MAYBE AFTER THE INITAL REACTIONS AND ONCE I’VE PROCESSED MAYBE

WOUGH

okay time for screaming probably

.

you know what i’m gonna try

i’m gonna try watching with my eyes closed

and see if that makes a difference for how i feel about this

just for like a few seconds

just gonna try

beaST WATCH YOUR MOUTH LI JINGOHHHHH WOW YEAH SCREAMING WOW

wwwwoah

Sean went wild there okay hey man wow i can see why he was being all wow this seasons wild guys wow

sniffs

cool beans

me two years ago would be FEASTIN on this angst

maybe i’ll be feasting again once this all converts to flying bark png hGLK;ASJDF

watching again with visuals

. . . . i don’t wanna sound mean. like fr. they worked really hard, they have a totally unrealistic set of deadlines to meet when making this show cause lego is STUPID but like… i liked it better with my eyes closed. Like, seeing the visuals, I aint’ feeling it. IT DOESN’T FIIIIIIIT THE EXPRESSIONS DONT’ FIT THE SOUNNNNDDDSSSSSSSS RAAAAAAAAAAAHGHDFLKJSDFJJF FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

Listen I appreciated Flying Bark SO MUCH while it was animating Rise and Monkie kid. I gushed about them to anyone who would listen, i made an ENTIRE YOUTUBE CHANNEL JUST SO I COULD POST AMVS ABOUT THEIR ANIMATION, I APPRECIATED THEM TO HECK AND BACK. And i STILL feel like i should have cherished them more while i had em because this is just…. like every other kids show that you see when you slap on the tv on a treehouse channel or something actually i’ve seen ones i like more u h hhhh like again, i’m not saying its bAD, i’m just saying i don’t like it. Not my vibe

Y’know i feel a little bad cause i know i’ma be disappointing some of y’all by not like… being like OHHH DANNG BRO WAHT WHAT WHAT?? CIRCLET WHAT?? MONKEY?AUGHAUGHAA?? cause like that’s what i should be doing?? THATS HOW I SHOULD BE REACTING??? This change is like effecting me more than i expected ig dang

Alright sorry guys, half of this “reaction” is just me working through my stages of grief WHEEZEKLMG;LAKSDFMASDF

MOVING ON

alright mk monkey up and get em outta here

Also why not just circlet all of them to be safe? like realistically—

au where— nah i’m kidding

OH YEA MONKEY UP KID sniffs

SNIFFS

SCREAMS

i’m fine

holding hands and being reassuring despite being in immense pain to comfort Mk? HA

I’M FINE

I gotta say though, I don’t feel Mk’s panic…. I’M SO SORRY FOR THIS BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE??? IF FLYING BARK HAD DONE THIS???? WE SAW THE LADY BONE DEMON EPS THIS WOULD HAVE LIKE DESTROYED ME

<— having a moment

WE’RE FINE

OKAY

continue

I do appreciate, Monkey King’s absolute dedication to Mk, it’s interesting. I think the dynamic is interesting. Mk is just…. incredibly dedicated to monkey king, and monkey king is INCREDIBLY dedicated back. Only seems to care about how Mk’s doing. He just wants to make sure he’s okay. And that’s great. It actually works a lot better on Monkey king than it does on Pigsy. Like it feels like everyone is VERY suddenly touchy and like… the mentor father figures are hugs and gentle touches and carrying upstairs, and i dunno its throwing me off a little. With PIgsy specifically. Lost his gruffness i miss that part of him a lot. I miss pigsy guys. Fr tho i do think it fits the monkey a bit better, even if howwww…. long the touches are is new and feels p sudden

[scratches neck] dunno. we got mixed emotions here today folks!

Mk calming down immediately

OH SO NOW HE SAYS SOME—

-_-

y’know i don’t know if i like this.

bro came in looking like he knew exactly what was gonna happen, says absolutely nothing. And then gasps BELATEDLY after the circlet is on—its just… the pacing is all over the place, the characters reactions are delayed its yanking me out of the… like i CANT’ GET INVESTED WHEN ITS SO JARRING?? like bro they—HUIH????

its fine

whatever, gotta let us know Nezha ain’t the bad guy or whatever i get it

only four minutes in monkie kid gods save me

okay i laughed out loud

THEY JUST SLAPPED THEM IN A BOX

AHAHAHAHAHA

THERE’S CHAINS HANGING

AND THEY DONT’ EVEN USE EM

ouughhfffff i can’t look at that for too long it is OOOOFF

oooooooOOUGGGH THIS IS A CHOICE

tighter???

rubs face

HUH????

I ain’t feeling it foooolks

bro should be having a panic attack i’ma be reaaaal, like, play dumb, lighten the mood, we know he does thiisss BUT “i really really didn’t want to wear one of these again” feels like bro is just wearing an uncomfortable “i’m stupid” hat

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO I GET ALL THE PUNISHEMNT AND YOU GET TO MOPENGLKASMFAOWEFM

Hey how did i predict this conversation but more emotional? y’all should go check out the comic pebs made of that THIS WHY PEOPLE KEPT REBLOGGING THAT WHILE TAGGING IT AS SEASON 5 SPOILERS OH MY GODSGN;MLASFAWNGF;OIAWMEFSAFE

I’m blessed by Apollo y’all i’m blessed

suitably distracted now

okay this is a weird arguement now

no kay it

I’ve had to re-listen to this exchange like four times to understand it mAYBE IM JUST SLOW NOW?? Macaque and Wukong’s arguments are really……….. interestingly worded??? i dunno, i’m having a hard time processing them n all that

love how mk just goes right back to trying to get it off and wukong doesn’t even react G;LKAMWEF

GOES AT IT WITH THE STAFFG;ASLKDFMAWEF

oh hey wassup nezha

Mk appreciates Nezha thinks he’s so cool, get ready to be disappointed in the dude— /j/j/j

TENSE IN HERELGKMSFOAIWEFM

It’s not that tense, also why is it tense?

Y’all should have heard the sound i just made while making strangling motions with my hands

MK FEELS OFF WHY ISNT’ HE LIKE… MK-ING Y’KNOW WHAT I MEAN?? he feels like he’s just avoiding rather than… IS IT WEIRD I FEEL LIKE A LOT OF THE PERSONALITIES ARE MISSING?? WHATS GOING ON??? Its’ the same writers whats going on DO I REALLY NEED EXPRESSIONS TO UNDERSTAND AND CONNECT TO CHARACTERS THAT BADLY??

Save me y’all

Oohhhhhhhh

Y’know

girl bringing mic closer to face meme thing yeah that was me looking at the bits of hair getting swept out nice move mr the king ily

I do love Nezha dropping by i think its great

Monkey King making fun of him as always we love to see it, Nezha reacting and totally missing whats going on again, we love to see it, bro keeps getting beaten by monkey kings hair BG;LKAMWEF HAHAHA

DEMOTED LOSERRRRR

okay

okay i made a little OOAWWWWWWWW sound that’s actually super cute bUT ALSO WDYM YOU’VE LISTENED TO MONKEY KING EXPLAIN THINGS BEFORE AND ITW AS FINE—

Kay listen, I do appreciate the family bits in this, but it also feels like they’re forgetting about a lot of development that has happened, so they can go LOOK HOW MUCH OF MK’S DADS PIGSY AND TANG ARE ISN’T IT CUTE? and i’m like… brother…. brooooooo my duuuuuuuude it is but can you do that without�� blehOKAY ANYWAY

MOVING ON BEFORE WE GO ON ANOTHER TANGENT I’VEB EEN HERE FOR A LONG TIME ALREADYGNASLKFMSDFM

tellin us about the pillar explaining it, appreciate that thanks, hhhhhhhhoooold up so like… someone’s trying to destroy the pillarrrr…. and they need…. mk? to do it? maybe? I dunno man we just spitballing here

SEAN SOUNDS SO DIFFERENT HELPGMKL;DAMFASDF

huh

that’s funny

while they’re explaining the story or whatever there’s a mortal that has me’s haircut but with a bun

.

haha

i’m sure that’s just me

and not indicative of any mk being a being who has existed before around the same time that something was broken haha NOOOOO

yeah yeah i know this story mended the pillar cool stuff

WHHHHAOOOOh what why does he sound like that? WHY IS HIS VOICE SUDDENLY SO HIGH MACAQUE????? MAC?? Is this the sound design again? I am so thrown by so many things right now save meee

Sure is suspicious

Nezha never has any idea whats going on when Mk or wukong are in the room

Macaque is used to shenanigans by now he grew up with the great sage

Mk being chaos incarnate and not just ADHD sure is funny

is this an allegory for neaurodivergency— /j/j/j/j

oop another tilted angle hey its almost been three minutes!!!

….y’know how i always used to just get this ray of sunshine from mk like just, absolute positivity and goodness? I ain’t getting that no more the vibes are LOST

and a pain crown on’s head THAT’S NOT BEST FRIEND STUFFKMSLDF

AHAHAH HE GOT EM

HE GOT HIM

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I’M A CLONEGLKMSAF;OAWEMF YESSSSSS

CACKLES

AHAHA DOUBLE TAPPED DOUBLEELKMG;OIFMAWE

DOUBEL GOT

GOTTEM TWICE

what did that remind me ofOH THOR AND LOKI

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA

hey that’s fun

The way Nezha has watched these guys fight tooth and nail to save the world and still wants to slap em back in jail is hilarious to me

Also this feels like a fake out villain season now

like PSYCH YOU THOUGHT NEZHA’S DAD WAS THE BIG BAD?

WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YOU ITS NOT HIM

just because of that bit Mk said n all that making me squint

ALSO THAT DUDE THAT WAS DRAGGING HIS SSS’S I’M TELLING YOU ITS THAT GUY WE ALREDY KNOW ONE OF THE UNDERWORLD KINGS IS SKETCHY

Jailbreak kid hours

Okay i will say i loved Nezha’s VA yelling Wukong its a great vibe he’s doing amazing

Y’know i just can’t sometimes with these celestials

i love monkey king laughing joyously while spears are being thrown at him i think that’s very wukong

oh hey they did a team up move that looked like what Lupin keeps describing in the battle team up moments with them all the time stares

this guy thinks he’s the main characterKLMG;AWEF

CACKLES

I SUPPORT ALL OF MONKEY KINGS CRIMES

HE SHOVES THEM BOTH OFF THE SIDE OF HEAVEN

OKAY SANDY SOUNDS WRONG TOO

HE SOUNDS WRONG TOO GUYS IT CAN’T JUST BE ME

Sorry Sandy nothings’ built to last around these monkeys

Macaques scarf over his face i think its funny how fast we went from actual threat macaque to introvert hiding in a scarf macaquehG;LAKJWER

Okay a little bit of snappy pigsy there but ONCE AGAIN HE SOUNDS WRONG, okay so the like… yeah probably the sound design or something they’re missing something in their voices i dunno what it is but its driving me nuts it feels like they changed all the voice actors but Sean’s sometimes

….Y’know it really feels like they’re just trying to force discord between monkey king and macaque with no reason and with like… no actual emotional argument buildup?? its just yeah monkey king gets mad at him this fast and macaque mouths of constantly. this from the guy who followed them around for the samadhi fire like, I dunno man

“what if we really are chaos”

that was far too specific a line to not mean anything down the line what now are they gonna snatch chaos and hit people with it ?

SNORTS

Okay i’ma be honest y’all so far it feels like macaque is the main character of the season because we keep getting shots of his reactions to things happening and like nobody elses this feels like the macaque show rather than the monkie kid crew show

Pigsy finds out his son has become a criminal ;LKGMAW;OEFIMF

TIME TO FIX oh dont’ do me like tat bro don’t show me glimpses of something akin to flying bark pls

oh whats up pagoda

LIKE THERE???? WE DONT’ GET TO SEE THE REST OF HTE CREWS REACTION TO THE CIRCLET???????

where’s the soul guys there was a reason i could never really pick a favourite in the show its cause they were all so beautiful in every moment whats going on—

-_-

i need to slap some rose coloured glasses on asap so i can start being more positive or so help me—NG;LKAMWEF

Macaque has main character syndrome WHEEZEGKLMAFOAWEF

also like bro, the monkeys dont’ get in the truck and no one leans out the window to say lets go??

i feel like i’m missing half the ep

Macaque, with a tortouredly concerned voice: WUKONG Macaque’s expression: :0

not a thought behind those eyes

ahem relistening to this—i’ve never had to replay bits just to understand whats going on before this is taking SO MUCH LONGERLKMSA;FWE

like how come macaque can swoop in and do that just swat the pain activator away and monkey king didn’t do that himself before the circlet got placed on him we’ve seen how fast he is

okay is this the sacrifice myself season? everyones just gonna try and jump on the train with macaque starting us offG;LKAMWEF

HELPGASKL;FAWEF

Wukong, in pain: :0

i am having a TIME

love how sandy does not hesitate to hit the gas nobody even says to go he just goes which eeehhhh but also whatever==

ohhhh ohh i cringed sorry

i really need to fix my mindset so i can watch this without wanting to stick my head in a puddle

he’ll get away right he always gets away—yeah that tells me no and yup there you go nope he got snatched easily WAIT HE GOT SNATCHED?? HELP?? this is why we got so many macaque reactions cause they’re gonna bench him for half the season had to cram in as many moments as possible i’m so sorry macaque fans—

HEY ITS THAT SSSSS GUY

I’M TELLING YA HE’S A SNAKE

I’M JUSSAYOH

OH HA

I’M STUPID

THE SET

MEDUSA SNAKE GUY

I SAW THOSE SETS

THAT’S THE GUY GOT IT

I’M SO SMART

WELL

okay that was a RIDE

There was some funny moments, some whats going on moments and some wow what moments fr if i didn’t have somewhere to be later today i might tackle another ep but as of right now i think we’ll save that for later, i swear these reactions get longer every episode.

Thanks for sticking with me till the end, I promise I’ll get better once i process I hope or i’ll perish in a puddle of depression, honestly its 50/50 at this point

I don’t think i’ll ever stop missing flying bark while watching these eps, the way i could analyze every character expression brought me so much joy but yeah! we shall see where this goes and hopefully i can watch the entire season before someone spoils me in reblog tags WHEEZE

SEE Y’ALLIN THE NEXT ONE, TAKE CARE AND REMEMBER TO HYDRATE. KNOX OUT o7

[robertdowneyjjr]

hey, so. funny thing.

@whinysteve and i have been going insane for like two days because we couldn't find this one fic we really liked, and we both remembered reading it not so long ago but somehow neither of us could recall how it ended? and we kept saying that it's so GOOD and how the heck did it just disappear? well, after hours of losing my mind going through my ao3 history, the steve/tony tag with various keywords, the findingstony blog... it. it hit me that i can't find it because it doesn't exist. because it was the soulmates au idea you posted like two weeks ago where their words only show up after they've met their soulmate.

i thought you might find this amusing. 😩 (i do, but i also need to lie down for a bit because i will never know how steve fixed that mess)

hahahaha omg liv if this is your way of peer pressuring me into writing the whole fic i might actually do it??? because your ask has got me thinking about what would happen next.

that said, steve still hasn't figured out how to fix this mess. i'm very sorry about this.

(stonyclunks soulmates au part one here)

---

having been rescued by SHIELD, news of steve's recovery was immediately delivered to howard stark who, while not as involved with SHIELD as he used to be, still receives weekly reports as one of its co-founders.

he'd gone home that night and brought it up in the middle of cutting his steak. coincidentally, tony had been visiting that day and stayed for dinner, so he found out about captain america's miraculous resurrection before the general public did, and honestly, he had enough of hearing about how great this guy was growing up. he really didn't need to keep hearing about it as an adult after he'd finally worked through his issues with his dad and his obsession with a (not quite) dead war hero.

so after howard's announcement, tony politely requested howard refrain from talking about this guy with him.

"i know he's your friend, and you'll probably be spending a bit of time with him now that he's been found, and i'm really happy for you, but i think it would be better for our relationship if we could talk about literally anything but him," he'd said.

and, well. howard was trying. he knew he wasn't the best dad and he also wanted to do right by maria, who spent so many years torn between her son and her husband while trying to mend their relationship. they were finally in a relatively good place with each other which made maria happy. and to be frank, howard had actually come to really enjoy tony's company whenever he was home. he was quite happy too. so he agreed. they don't talk about steve and howard doesn't ask tony to meet steve.

that very night, tony made sure 'captain america' and 'steve rogers' were muted in all his news feeds and social channels.

he literally doesn't know a single thing about the man besides what he learned in his childhood, which he's blocked out. it's a peaceful two years of blissful ignorance.

fast forward to now, tony's packing up his suitcase and getting ready to check out of his hotel when he sees a text from his mom in their family group chat.

seems he's not quite the perfect role model you always made him out to be, howard 🤡, her message reads.

what follows is a link to an instagram post, and from the message preview he can see that it's steve rogers' profile, and under normal circumstances he wouldn't even bother clicking the link.

but 1) maria usually never brings up the man in tony's presence either, and 2) her comment made him laugh. so color tony intrigued.

he taps the link and sees the post. it's a picture of a coffee cup from the place he was at a week ago. the one where he got body slammed by his mysterious dick of a soulmate and unfairly yelled at for it.

he reads the caption and his legs give out under him.

i don't even know if you'll see this, but all i can do is hope. i'm sorry for the words that have made their mark on you. i know i don't deserve it, but i'm hoping you could give me a second chance. i won't yell at you this time, i promise. yours, a fucking asshole

one week ago, captain america was barely even a blip on tony's radar and that's how he preferred it. now, steve rogers is tony's mysterious dick of a soulmate.

what the fuck even is his life.

[autumnaaltonen]

(First: Google translator tends to be bad for some languages, sorry in advance). Anyway, could you do alucard or human!vlad, lovingly caring for his little wife who is sick? That thought has me on cloud nine! Have a good week!

Human! Alucard Caring For His Ill S/O

This is the 15th Century bitches, so yall better sit tf down

We are talking dysentary, malaria, typhoid, IT GOES ON

So when the Vovoide's darling suddenly falls ill while travelling between castles during his campaign, you can bet the army is coming to a screeching halt

Guard #1: "Ohhh, I know they've got. The "L" word."

Guard #2: "Yeahhh, Leprosy-" *Imediate sword to the gut*

Vlad immdeiatly sends out some troops to fetch whatever medicinals that will help you reach a quick recovery, and if necessary, kidnap the best doctor the nearest settlement has to sacrifice

No one says no to a King, and you definitely don't say no to Vlad III Dracula when his parter is in danger

You try to reaasure your husband that its just a small fever, but when the kidnapped doctor finds a nasty gash on the bottom of your foot, he narrows it down to tetnus poisoning from some sort of metal object

You didn't think stepping on a nail was that big of a deal, what a fool you turned out to be

The doctor reassured your King that the illness is rarely fatal, so long as the entry wound is properly cleaned, but that you will have to wait until the toxins leave your body naturally to become fully recovered

With that, the castle is set up for a 3 week stay, battle plans shifting their course to make due for the unexpected delay

Any who dare question the Vovoide are quickly silenced, as his darling's recovery comes first

And that poor doctor? He's is forced to stay in a seperate room across the hall in case he is needed (no running away now)

In the mean time, even though he has the staff, Vlad will be personally waiting on you at a moments notice

He's a busy man, leading an army and defening his home territory from Turkish invasion, but you are a priority he can't set aside for anything, Romania be damned

As the symptoms come rolling in on you, stiff muscles, intense sweats, lock jaw and the like, Vlad is there to help you bare through it, staying by your side as support

As a product of war and royal treachory, he is no stranger to illness and will bring you any comforts you desire, be it a glass of clean water or a bucket of jewels

While you do feel bad for stalling his campaign some, you have to admit that you could manage to get sick more often if this is the kind of intimate attention you get from your busy husband

[bad268]

JM CORREA AND HOW NICELY THIS MAN IS BUILT

I CANNOT

FLUFF W HIM AND MAYBE STUDENT READER ON A RACE WEEKEND IN THE PADDOCK!!!

Racing Hearts and Scholarly Pursuits (Juan Manuel Correa X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (ILY AND I TRIED JMC I REALLY DID I WATCHED SO MANY PODCASTS AND SHIT SO I HOPE ITS NOT SHIT <3)

Warnings: Mentions of Spa 2019 crash/recovery, mentions of Ariel Castro and his crimes (Kidnapping, homicide, rape, child endangerment, disregard for human life, etc.) (I’m a criminal justice major so I did this essay based on an actual essay I did)

Pronouns: I/me

W.C. 1749

Summary: Master's student Y/n visits JM at one of the most important races of the year: Spa.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/F2 2023 announcement)

Schooling has always been a main concern for me, and I made that clear in any relationship I was in. My friends knew that when I had assignments due, there was no going out, and I would be almost entirely focused on my work. When I met JM and eventually got into a relationship with him, I told him the same thing, and he was very supportive of it. He also made it clear that he would be traveling a lot because he was back on the Formula 2 grid, and I fully supported him. 

Recently, my summer classes have been busy, but I knew I wanted to support JM in Belgium. I met him while he was in recovery in Miami, and he told me about his crash at Spa. It was still a difficult place to be, so I knew that I wanted to be there, regardless of my schooling.

Being on the F2 paddock was a shock. I hadn’t been there before, or to a race in general, but the people there were crazy. There were photographers, journalists, celebrities, and fans everywhere, and they were all pushing for any attention they could get. As soon as I got through the gate, they were at my throat, trying to ask questions about who I was, get pictures of me, and overall just pushing to get a reaction out of me. 

I ducked into the first building I could find, and thankfully, it was the Van Amersfoort motorhome. I walked into the first room that was open, which happened to be someone’s driver’s room, so I could call JM. After a couple of rings, he picks up.

“Hey, are you at the gates?” He greets.

“Nope,’ I laugh, “I somehow made it to Van Amersfoort while running from the press. I’m in someone’s driver’s room, I think.”

“How far did you walk in the building before going into the room?” He asked, already heading out of the meeting room he was sitting in.

“I went straight and the door was open,” I explained, looking around the small room before laughing, “I actually like this room. This would be a good place to work on my essay.”

“Well, if you’re in the room I think you’re in, you can stay in there all you want,” he chuckled as he abruptly hung up the phone. Before I could complain or send him a not-so-kindly-worded message, he walked through the door. He immediately wrapped his arms around my shoulders as he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Ironically, you found my driver’s room.”

“No wonder I felt so comfortable in here,” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned back just enough to place a small kiss on his jaw. “I missed you. How are you feeling today?”

“Overwhelmed,” he sighed, moving us over to sit on the couch. I moved to sit next to him, but he immediately pulled me into his lap. He dropped his arms to be around my waist as mine moved up to play with his hair, and he laid his head on my shoulder before continuing. “Everything is just so hectic. It feels like there are more interviews this week, the debrief could’ve gone better, and I just think everything is happening at the same time.”

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed,” I started. “This is a big race for you. This is technically the first time you’re racing in an F2 car at this track since the accident. It’s okay to say that you need a break, too. Is it possible to talk to PR about the amount of interviews?”

“I can check, but I don’t think they’ll let me miss them,” JM sighed again, hiding his face in my neck. He took a few deep breaths, and I did not say anything, just letting him let calm down in his own way as I rubbed up and down his back. “What if I just hide in here for a while? Would they get mad?”

“Probably not mad, but wouldn’t this be the first place they check?” I chuckled at his question. “You can help me with my essay if you want, and if anyone says anything, I’ll say you were proofreading it.”

“Sounds good to me,” He smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek before loosening his arms, so I could grab my laptop from my bag. “What is your essay on anyway?”

“I could choose any case study to report on. I just need to relate it to topics from class. You know Ariel Castro?” I explained, turning to see recognition shine in his eyes as he nodded slowly. “So I’m doing it on his case. I wasn’t allowed to mention the sexual crimes, but I could talk about the kidnapping, homicide, child endangerment, and disregard for human life charges. I also can talk about how he tried to use the defense of consent in court.”

“I wish I understood what you are talking about,” he chuckled, looking over my shoulder at the document on the screen. “It’s already three pages. How long is this supposed to be?”

“First of all, it’s just an outline, so it’s only one page,” I pointed out as I showed him the title page and reference page. “Secondly, five to eight which is not too bad.”

“Not too bad? Five to eight? How do you find the words to talk about this stuff for five to eight pages? That seems like a lot.”

“It’s really not,” I laughed at his confusion. “All of my undergrad papers had to be three to five pages, so five to eight for a master’s level course is nothing. I just need more examples, analysis, and connections. A couple of my classes last semester had minimums of ten pages.” He sat in shock for a second before shaking his head in disbelief.

“Beauty and brains? How are you so talented?” He teased, “I don’t get how you do it.”

“Beauty and ballsy? How are you so talented?” I joked back, “I don’t get how you do it.”

“I was trying to compliment you, and you decided to make it weird,” He chuckled, moving to tickle my sides. We both broke out in laughs until there was a knock at the door. We took a minute to catch our breaths before JM responded, “Yeah?”

“You disappeared,” the person laughed as he entered the room, “Oh, you have a person on your lap, okay. My bad, but Leo and Mathieu want to go over the strategy for quali.”

“Like now or…?” JM asked, and the person answered with a nod. JM sighed before giving me a tight hug, “Alright, I guess that’s my cue.”

“Go do your job,” I scoffed, Pulling his arms from my waist and moving to stand up and put my laptop aside. “You can hide from the media another time.”

“That’s what you were doing?” The person laughed in disbelief. “That explains why Berthil was looking for you.”

“I just needed a break,” JM chuckled quietly to himself, “And I wasn’t hiding.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I joked, reaching to grab his arm, pull him up, and push him toward the door. “Now, go to the meeting. I’ll just be in here probably and will meet you after.”

“Alright, alright I’m going! Also,” JM said just as he was about to leave the room, pulling the person back through the door, “Richard, this is Y/n, my significant other. Y/n/n, this is Richard, my teammate. Now you know each other. I love you! I’ll be back later.” With that, they left. All the while, Richard was laughing about them being late as they walked away from JM’s driver’s room.

~~

The sprint and feature races went surprisingly well. Despite qualifying P14 JM was able to climb into the points for both races thanks to some well-timed pitstops and safety cars, ending in P6 in the sprint and P8 in the feature. Almost the entire grid planned to go out to dinner and then party at a nearby club after, but that was never our type of scene. Plus, we had a pos-race ritual per se.

“I cannot believe you've done this,” I gasped, looking away from the screen to JM who was chuckling beside me after his character threw a blue shell at me. “Can I win? Just once against you? That’s all I’m asking!”

“It’s not my fault you ran off the map during the first lap,” He wheezed out as his character crossed the finish line ahead of mine. “This always happens when we play Rainbow Road. Why do you always pick it?”

“I like the colors!” I explained, aggressively setting my controller to the side as someone knocked at the door. I answered it, seeing as it was room service. I took the food before thanking them, closing the door, and returning to the couch. “Can we turn this off? I don’t want to see your guy dancing on the screen anymore.”

“You’re just jealous. I get it,” he teased as he stood up to turn off the Nintendo Switch and change the channel to a random movie, which ended up being Star Trek: Into Darkness. “Oh, no. We are changing this.”

“No!” I protested, grabbing the remote immediately. “I love this movie!”

“You don’t love this movie,” he pressed, grabbing onto my biceps to cage me into his chest, “you love Benedict Cumberbatch!”

“How can I not?” I admitted with a joking edge to it as I pretended to struggle against his arms. “Hot, smart, and British? What’s not to love?”

“You have a hot, smart, Ecuadorian/American boyfriend right here!” He whined with a pout as he pointed at himself, keeping one arm tight around my torso. “What’s not to love?”

“Hot, yes. Ecuadorian/American, yes. But smart? Debatable,” I replied. His jaw dropped, causing his arm to loosen which allowed me to make my escape. I put a small distance between us as JM laughed in disbelief.

“You just say that 'cause I’m not in college, Mx. Master’s Student,” He teased as he pulled me into his side. I didn’t get the chance to settle into his side as he fell back onto the couch, dragging me down with him.

“No it’s not that,” I chuckled quietly at his antics. “It’s because I saw you text Clem the wrong “there.” You can’t recover from that.”

~~~~~

© BAD268 2023. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.

[orcelito]

orcelito's trigun fic recs!

making this for @trigunfanfic's fic appreciation week! this is a nonexhaustive list & not in any particular order (aside from the smut fics, which i separated into another section). just a few fics i rly love & think should get more attention!!

so Here are the multichapters (some of which have smut, but it's not the focus):

someone to last your whole life by catchatter / @needlab7

this one is sooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥺 i was reading it as it was being released and MAN it drove me insane. every bit of the post-trimax love and healing i couldve ever wanted. genuinely one of my fav trigun fics. it's just so well written & evocative. it really does feel like Vash and Wolfwood... and just. aughghghgh im gonna have to reread it sometime bc it truly is something special

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples) by neatrogenous / @floofyfluff

this is the other post-trimax fic that Changed My Life. i read it all in one go in one euphoric hyperfocus. i felt every emotion known to mankind. it is just. slkdfjsldfjlskdfj god. i adore how Vash is written here. both of them, really. it just feels so much like them. someday, i will reread this one Too...

Make it to Daybreak by @hypermoyashi (on both ao3 and tumblr)

god. what to say about this one. honestly i have never watched Demon Slayer so going into this fic i was missing that context, but i never felt like i was actually missing out on much. Allen does such a fantastic job at bringing u into the world without having to know anything about it at all. i LOOOOVE demon vash sooo much. so very much. im a little behind on updates rn sldfsdfkj but im excited to catch back up bc everything about this au is just Sooooo fun. everyone potentially interested in Demon Vash should read this. Do it. Right Now. 🥺 pls

Trillium and Ivy by @shastafirecracker (on both ao3 and tumblr)

AUGHHHHHH omfg this one was one of the first fics i read for trigun, and MAN it really set a high bar for me. im a little picky when it comes to modern aus, but this one is just so.... WONDERFUL... i read the entire thing in the first half of my day one day and spent the rest of my day in a fugue state. it was just SO SO SO good. i recently reread it and even having read it before, it was just as wonderful to read. realistic relationship development, compelling Saverem drama, all of it. it's also probably my favorite fic for the depiction of Vash's injury & recovery. the first time i read it i was just blown away by how realistic it felt, right down to the trauma memories of watching bargain bin movies while he was stuck in bed. honestly i could rant for forever about this one lol. it truly is special.

and RELATED TO THAT,,,

Wildflowers, also by ShastaFirecracker

i actually didnt know these 2 fics were written by the same person at first lol. Wildflowers got linked in my trigun server & i checked it out bc Fuck Yeah trans wolfwood. and then had my world just blown away. it's SUCH a good fic, & i really am such a sucker for fantasy au. and i was just absolutely gushing about how realistic the depiction of trans wolfwood was even before i finished the fic. SUCH a great fic. so imagine my surprise & delight when i went back to reread Trillium and Ivy and realized -- OH FUCK, it's by the SAME PERSON !!! such beautiful writing, For Real. i really do love these 2 fics.

Sun, Moon, and Stars by tragic_unpaired_electron (can't find a tumblr link on the fic or ao3 profile, so if anyone knows them feel free to share this with them pls !!)

WOW LOOK it's a fic that doesnt have VW as the main focus!!! unfortunately the only one of those on this list (i May be a tad predictable...), & it really earned its place here. it's just such a fascinating fic that answers the question of What If Tesla Survived? i adore the exploration of her strengths and struggles, as well as her sibling relationship with Knives and Vash. it's so INTERESTING, and it gets into the meat of fighting for the rights of Independent Plants (and plants in general) and just. man. i read this and wanted to devote my life to one Tesla Saverem. she is so precious and hard-headed and SUCH a good big sister. pls do read it, it's such a lovely fic

and NOW...

onto the smut fics lol.

there are Plenty of very good smut fics around, but these are the ones that really stuck with me. either for being Different than the norm, or just being very... well. ya kno lol.

dont worry about the picture this paints of me lmfaoooo

you'll never get enough by tagteamme / @phaltu

AGHHHHHHHHH oh my god this fic made me FEEL things. it's a boxer / gym au, and MAN does it do it well. u get the sweaty gym setting, u get the homoeroticism & horny pining, u get the blatant masochism that drives them both... im just obsessed with it. that stove scene is going to stay with me For Life. & the smut is of course VERY good, but the Vibes... oh the Vibes are so impeccable. obsessed.

there is a season for all things by SolidShrimp (cant find their tumblr on the fic/profile, but i Know ive seen them on tumblr 🤔 if anyone knows their url, pls do me a favor and send this to them!)

THIS ONE.......................... man. man. man. man. like i know xeno is The Average for fandom vash, except the normal flower "plantussy" doesnt really do much for me. im too much of a monster fucker for that i guess. it's not BAD, just not particularly exciting. this, though? now, THIS one left an impression. ive already gushed about it to the writer in the comments of the first fic (havent kept up with the sequel fics, tho i really should catch back up sometime) so i'll keep it brief here. just. such an UTTERLY delightful inhuman vash portrayal, to the point where his reproductive biology is just plain incompatible with Wolfwood & Meryl's (oh yeah, it's mashwood, which is WONDERFUL...). wolfwood and meryl are in over their head trying to figure out how to get vash off in his own way, but they do their Absolute Best!!! it's just rly sweet and i adore the way the writer went Full Ham into the inhuman aspects. utterly delightful.

Kick me once again, and say we'll never part by epsilontauri (doesn't look like they're on tumblr? there's just a link to their twitter on the fic. but if anyone knows them, feel free to send this to them!)

this one is. so. very. AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ok i will be honest this is probably my favorite vw smut. and it's barely even smut. the sequel is definitely much more sex, but this one is. well. it's some extreme, dangerous, and barely negotiated S&M. as the saying goes, it's neither Safe Or Sane, but it sure is consensual! it's just so. well looking at just the tags sure does reveal it. horrible coping, it's an intense fic, but it's just so.......... DELIGHTFUL........... i really really really love fics that stick to their guns like this. and i love how even though Wolfwood had a GREAT time, we get to see how it kinda freaked Vash out (he did Not like hurting Wolfwood), so the sequel is good for a fic where they're both genuinely having lots of fun. this one is actually rather not fun for Vash. but it's just. it's about the Extremity of it. the Possessiveness. pushing someone to their absolute limits!!!!!!!!! this is another fic that i rambled in the comments about bc. yeah. yeah. it's. just trust me. if ur into fucked up dudes being fucked up dudes, this is the fic for you.

& OKAY i think that's my list. again, it's nonexhaustive, but ive had enough typing i think lol

hope u guys enjoy the recs 🥺

[hydeingpurples]

Hey man! I always love hearing about others’ transition. I’m a trans guy myself who is just now identifying that way very recently and is navigating getting ready to start T and top surgery whenever I’m able as I am saving up. I’d love to hear about your journey and where you are now. 😊

🏳️‍⚧️ Testosterone and Top Surgery 🏳️‍⚧️ (UK) : Discovering Myself, Hormones, Top surgery, Where I Am Now

Hey buddy! I'm more than happy to tell my story so far. I'll pack as much into this post as I can, as it may be helpful to others too, so it may be a bit long, but I'll do it in sections 😊

🕵🏻 Discovering Myself 🧐

This bit was tough. I think it is for a lot of us. I knew deep down for several years that I wasn't a girl. I was terrified of the thoughts that were buzzing around my head, terrified of the things I was feeling. I buried it so deep. At university, I started to let go a bit. Friends around me came out as non-binary and trans, I figured it wasn't so bad. I experimented with pronouns and identities, and eventually I admitted to myself that I was just a guy. I came out to my family aged 21 by letter and it went really well.

Things were still a bit scary though. Trying a binder on for the first time was both exciting and daunting. It felt so freeing and right, but scary too because it meant that, maybe, I needed to get rid of my chest.

💊 Hormones 💉

Over time, the dysphoria got worse and worse. I was becoming extremely jealous of my best friend who was on testosterone (T) and features that other men had that I didn't. I struggled most with my period. At its worst, I spent hours in my flat toilet and the toilets at work crying and withering in disgust and vile discomfort. I'll never forget those feelings.

I knew I'd make it to the other end though one day because my friend had. And, fortunately, April 2023, that day came.

📝 Testosterone Prescription 😄

After jumping through a load of loopholes and sending my blood tests off, my GP/Doctor booked me an appointment. I thought it was just to talk to me about my blood tests.

I sat down and he talked to me for a bit. Nothing much, nothing special. Then, he started printing something out. He whipped it from the printer and handed me this lil slip of paper. It was a prescription letter.

You know how people say the world can stop? Or go in slow motion? That's exactly what happened. I must have spent an entire lifetime staring down in silence, in awe, at this little piece of paper. My eyes were welling up with joy. I looked at him and all I could do was thank him, over and over and over again. A great smile beamed on his face.

Upon leaving, everything was blurry. It was like I had tunnel vision. All I could see was this piece of paper. I stormed out of the building, called my Mom, and violently cried with joy.

"Slow down, I can't understand you", she said.

"I've got it. I've got it. I have a testosterone prescription!" I spluttered.

It took me a while to calm down, haha. I've never been so joyous.

🌱 Testosterone Effects Timeline 📊

⚠️Please note everyone's changes, intensity of changes, and rates of changes are different⚠️

Week 1: no voice drop, but my throat felt different; increased discharge downstairs; a little sweatier and took me longer to cool down.

Week 2-3: some hot flashes but not many; needed bigger meals.

After 1 month: period stopped (🥳); small amount of increased hair growth on legs; head hair started growing faster; more and slightly more intense hot flashes; subtle voice changes, easier to talk at my lowest level.

2 months: stamina increase, longer work time and shorter recovery time; voice slightly deeper; upper lip hair started coming through darker; increased peach fuzz hair growth on face, arms, legs, stomach, especially legs; increased spots on back.

Up to 6 months: how I felt and processed emotions changed (found it A LOT easier to process emotions, less chaotic mind); even more hair growth and a few random beard hairs; further stamina increase; my sweat and pee changed how they smelt which was weird; further voice changes; sometimes I had sudden bouts of strong hunger but not often.

Up to 12 months: increased downstairs discharge stopped; even more body hair (thicker, darker, curly), especially on legs; a few more beard hairs on chin; back spots decreased; voice a little deeper; face shape changes, boarder shoulders.

Up to 17 months (now): almost every area on my legs is hair; hair growth on butt and up butt; a few more beard hairs (that grow back pretty quick after shaving); warmer, more and longer got flashes, difficulties cooling down (I'm also extremely heat averse though so 🤷🏻); masculinising hairline (i.e receding at the front to look more masculine); much more noticeable voice changes, difficulties reaching higher tones, much easier to talk low.

Extra: I haven't experienced any bottom growth or change in libido at all. I've identified as asexual for a while now and still do, no changes at all. It's fairly common to experience bottom growth and some report a change in libido too, I just haven't 🤷🏻

🧑🏻‍⚕️ Top Surgery 😷 - double incision

I was terrified I wasn't going to get to this stage. I moved from Wales to England and both have different medical systems, so I was petrified of my surgery referral getting lost.

Fortunately, it didn't get lost. Once it was booked in, I had my consultation where I met the surgeon and her team, I was measured, told about the process and what could go wrong and what the solutions were.

Now I had a new fear: was this right? The self doubt was ridiculous. What if I regretted it? What if I hated my results?

The morning of the surgery answered these questions. My plan was that if it felt wrong on the morning, I knew I had the power to back out.

At 8:30am I was called to my surgery. I wrapped my arms around my Mom, a giant smile swallowing my face, and I said, "see you later!", and pranced down the corridor with the nurse. I was SO excited.

Going under anaesthetic was perfectly alright. It was insanely fast which I wasn't expecting. They started the anaesthetic and all I had time for was a few sentences before I was out.

🛏️ Recovery 🏥

💫I've got a big list of tips and tricks for top surgery recovery which might be best for another post because it's huge💫

Recovery actually wasn't too bad. When I woke up, the only discomfort I felt was a prickly feeling around the surgery site which they quickly sorted with painkillers. The day after anaesthetic was a bit rocky, I slept a lot and felt a bit icky, basically like a hangover. After that, all I felt was a dull aching in my abdomen for 3/4 days, otherwise no pain. I couldn't actually feel anything around my nipples or incisions, it was totally numb. The trickiest part was actually keeping myself busy so my Tourette's didn't damage the surgery site.

Once things had healed up a bit more and my stitches were out/dissolved away, I really started to appreciate my new chest. Unlike some people, I didn't have a super euphoria moment. For me, it's simply been total peace and relief since. I no longer think about my chest in any capacity. It feels natural, normal, right, and that, to me, means it was absolutely the right decision. It was what I needed.

🙋🏻 Where am I Now? 🙋🏻

It's been just over 10 months since my top surgery and my scars are fading very well. I'm very happy with the results. I've regained a substantial amount of sensation too in both my nipples and the incision scars. I've done a huge amount of scary care which I'm happy to talk about in another post so this one doesn't get any longer.

I'm fortunate enough to have had all of my records changed, I have a male passport, and I recently passed my driving test and have a full driver's license with my new name on it!

But, I think more importantly, I now feel more confident, I care about what I wear and how I look, I've found my style and what I like to wear, I look after my personal hygiene, and I feel like myself.

And that is where I am now 😊

I hope you've found this helpful in some way. There's a lot of information here. It was nice to type that story out. If you'd like anything else in more detail or have any questions, go for it!

[shiorimakibawrites]

Idea: Sanctuary (Daredevil)

Last one, I promise. At least until the muses give me more ideas through I'm hoping they actually let me write finish something before piling more work on me.

Brainstorming notes where any feedback or suggestions are welcomed.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Defenders - Angst with eventual comfort - Medical inaccuracies - Beginning of Season 3 Matt.

Sanctuary

Matt Murdock / Daredevil x Reader

Possible Ch. Titles: John Doe – Where There Is Life – HIPPA Violation – Do No Harm – Confession

You are a doctor who works at small charity clinic.

One day, as you are heading home, you are stopped by Father Lantom.

Not sure how you know him – maybe you are Catholic and starting attending Mass after moving to NYC.

Father Lantom asks you for a favor. There is someone who needs a doctor but you can’t take him to a hospital or tell anyone about him.

This request gives you some misgivings but you trust the priest and figure that he wouldn’t be asking this of you if it wasn’t necessary or important. So you agree to his terms.

He takes you to where your patient is:

(1) Still in the St. Agnes as it was in canon but tucked away somewhere out of the way.

(2) In the basement since they seem to want to keep Matt’s presence a secret and keeping someone in a building full of kids isn’t how you keep them a secret.

John Doe is half-naked, unconscious, and badly hurt. He should be in a hospital but they are adamant about not taking him. You wonder who is this man is but Father Lantom and Sister Maggie claim not to really know, that they found him like that but you aren’t sure you believe them.

Maybe you have some kind of healing power – the power is relatively minor, you can boost someone’s natural healing ability – cannot instantly and completely heal someone’s wounds or illnesses but you can heal enough to turn a deadly injury into a survivable one. Lessen the recovery time – you heal in one week instead of two.

There is some cost to your healing power – (1) takes energy (2) have to know exactly what you are doing to avoid more harm than than good (3) you can feel your patient’s pain while healing them (4) some combination thereof.

Despite efforts to keep things secret, you learn some things about your patient. He had been injured before but got medical treatment of varying degrees of quality (no shade on Claire, sometimes Matt does his own stitches) – that he was blind – seems to have sensitive skin – stuff from nightmares and mumblings when he is feverish (apologizing to various people – Dad, Elektra, Foggy, Karen, Stick . . .).

You also notice the man is very handsome.

You try to figure out which of the two people missing from the Midland Circle your patient is – attorney Matt Murdock or the vigilante Daredevil. Daredevil fits with the muscular body, the scars, and the insistence that he not go to hospital. Matt Murdock fits with the blindness but you struggle to think of why Matt Murdock cannot go to a hospital.

John Doe (Matt) isn’t exactly cooperative with unraveling the mystery when he walks up but not uncooperative either – sometimes he doesn’t seem to care if you know who he is, other times he does – you think its part of his depression.

Because yes, Matt when he wakes up is the same cheerful person we saw in the beginning of Season 3 (obvious sarcasm is obvious).

Matt needs SO MUCH therapy – physical and psychological. Neither of which is your specialty but you doubted that you could bring either in on this . . . maybe you have friends who are a physical therapist and a psychiatrist or psychologist whose brains you can pick. They will probably eventually get curious about your questions.

Maybe they discover things and become part of the team. Again, nothing against Claire but she might need some help with patching up vigilantes – if for no other reason, she cannot be everywhere. Also as a doctor, you can write prescriptions for things like antibiotics (given how often he lands in dumpsters, it is amazing that Matt hasn’t gotten an infection yet).

At some point, you move Matt from the church to your place.

Romance is slow burn.

[exololyunho]

working on one more

masterlist

Your honeymoon with Yunho marks the start of an adventure both of you are beyond excited for: parenthood.

wc: 6.1k

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, established relationship, fingering, talk about babies, unprotected sex, Jeong Yunho has a breeding kink, multiple rounds/orgasms, mirror sex, belly bulge, cockwarming, spanking (ass and thighs), finger sucking, , food play?, hair pulling, rough sex, love making, pool sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, established relationship, 'slut' used once

an: so because part 2 originally picked up exactly where part 1 ended, I decided to just combine them into one fic. the first 2,000 or so words of this is just day 11. you should be able to pretty easily tell where it ends and the new content begins, but in case you can't, its when Yunho walks away to answer the door. enjoy!

This was something you and Yunho had been planning for a while, but there seemed like no better time than now. The two of you had just landed for your honeymoon, and after so many years with it being just you two, you had decided it was time for a baby. It certainly helped that not too long after you started dating Yunho you had quickly discovered his little breeding kink. Honestly, it surprised you that you hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. Your husband’s recovery time was insane and the man went nearly feral whenever you slyly ask him to knock you up.

But that brought you to now, waiting naked on your shared bed for him to come back to the suite from his morning swim in the private beside your bungalow. The man certainly loved his exercise and his physique was one of the things you loved about him, so you didn’t hold it against him. Plus, you two had the whole week to make sure he knocked you up.

You did however start to get impatient, your hand drifting between your parted legs. You found yourself already soaking wet from imagining what he was going to do to you this coming week. It wasn’t hard to imagine him running through the door, swim shorts low on his waist and that wild look in his eyes that you loved. His hand would yank you towards him, rushing to pull down his shorts, skin still damp. How he’d either bury his face between your legs or thrust his long fingers inside you.

You went with his fingers, trying desperately to recreate the feeling with two of your own, but whining in frustration when you couldn’t reach the pleasant depths he could. You settled for rubbing your clit, slow circles as you imagined how he’d finger you. 

Starting with one. He’d sink one into you, curling it up to stroke over your g-spot, having your body jerk in response. How he’d nip at your neck and shoulders. Or maybe move down, leave marks all over your breasts as he growled about how good they’d look full of milk for his baby that he was going to put in you.

One of your hands came up to pinch at your nipple, playing with it as you increased the pace of your fingers on your clit. 

Yunho never stuck with one finger for long, usually sliding in a second or even jumping straight to three quickly. He’d made you cum on his fingers countless times, but both of you preferred when you came on his dick. 

You were so lost in the sensation of your hand grasping at your breast, the circles you were tracing on your clit, and the fantasies playing in your mind that the feeling of two long fingers sliding into you made you gasp and jerk upright. The sight of your husband smirking at you as he slid his fingers back and forth inside you had you crying out his name. When he got back you weren’t sure, but damn were you happy to see him. Almost as happy as he was to see you, judging by the tent in his swim shorts. 

Yunho’s brown hair was damp, hanging across his forehead as his eyes scanned your body. It was as if his eyes didn’t know where to focus. On your face, mouth open as gasping his name, or his fingers, swallowed whole by your soaking pussy, or your hand grabbing desperately at your breast.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” His voice was low, almost gravely as he scissored his fingers inside you. 

“You, Yunho,” you choked out as his smirk widened.

“What about me, love?” His fingers quicked upwards again and you choked on your next words.

Taking a deep breath you looked him in the eye. “Your dick in me, fucking me. Cumming in me. Being filled with your cum and knowing it’s knocking me up as we go round after round after round.”

His movements stopped as he froze, staring at you with wide, wild eyes. His stillness seemed to last an eternity before he was jumping up, yanking his shorts down, and thrusting into you as fast as he could.

You gasped, head thrown back as he buried himself into you, leaning over your frame to growl in your ear. “I don’t care that we’re in a beautiful place like this, you’re not leaving this suite all week.”

His hips started snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching up to knock your hand away to grab your breast causing your hands to grip onto his broad shoulders. “You’re going to be pregnant by the time we go home, I’ll be sure of it. I’m going to fuck you over every horizontal surface I can, maybe against the walls, who knows. But I’ll be damned if I let you out of my sight or off my cock.”

Yunho’s words had your eyes rolling back into your head. Your trembling hands raked scratches down his back as he kept talking in your ear while he moved his hips expertly, reaching the deepest parts of you. “I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant. And you’re not going to waste a single drop.” 

One of his hands came up to grasp your jaw, tilting your head so you had no choice but to stare at him as he fucked you as hard as he could. “You’re not leaving until I’ve emptied every load I possibly can into that hungry little cunt of yours.”

His hand on your jaw migrated down to rub his fingers over your clit. His movements combined with his filthy words and incredibly precise thrusts had you hovering just on the brink of your first orgasm of what were sure to be many if you believed what your husband was saying. And you did. 

“You’re gonna cum for me. Then, I’m going to keep fucking you until it’s lunch time. Don’t think you’re off the hook, though. You’re going to sit on my dick while I feed you lunch like the little princess you are,” his hips were moving at what felt like an inhuman speed. They were slamming to yours as you whimpered and clung to him for dear life. His voice was nothing more than a growl when he spoke next. “Now cum.”

And you did. Hard. It left you gasping for air. You knew your nails were digging into his back hard, but he’d always liked a little pain. His groans were breathy as you tightened around him, lost in your own pleasure while he pushed forward, chasing his. 

When you started squirming away from his fingers still on your clit, he moved them away, grabbing your waist instead. He pushed his body up and away from yours to sit up on his knees, using his hold on you to angle your hips up. Then, he really went to town. If you had thought his pace before was brutal, this was worse. But in the best way possible.

Yunho’s hips were battering into yours, his dick rubbing against your walls causing you to cry out. You were chanting his name, clutching at the bed sheets as you took everything he gave you.

“Fuck, Y/n, baby,” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow as he tossed his head back. You nearly fainted as you looked down to where the two of you were joined, only to have your view obstructed by the sight of your lower abdomen bulging slightly with every one of his thrusts into you.

The strangled moan you let out was anything but graceful, although it drew his attention to where your gaze was. The noise that left him at that sight was almost as bad. As soon as he saw the bulge he was cumming.

“God, fuck, fuck Y/n,” Yunho’s hips jerked, his grip on you tightening as he came. You could feel him, wet and warm inside you and you gasped out another moan, panting his name.

Yunho fell forward when he was done cumming, covering your frame with his as his lips met yours in a lazy kiss. The two of you stayed like that for a while, lips and hips connected as you simply held each other, appreciating the closeness and intimacy. 

He eventually parted from you, lifting himself up to slowly ease out of you. Both of you winced at the friction when he moved, still a little oversensitive from your orgasms before.

You couldn't help but giggle as Yunho immediately lifted your hips, shoving a pillow under your ass to make sure none of his release dripped out onto the sheets. He was still settled between your spread legs, slowly stroking the skin of your thighs.

“Don’t laugh,” he pouted as he crossed his arms and pretended to glare down at you. “We have a mission here.”

Now you were really laughing hard. Your laughter was abruptly choked off when Yunho’s long fingers connected with your pussy, dragging up the length to collect some of his cum that had leaked out of you. He gathered it on his fingers before sliding them inside you.

It was his turn to chuckle, smirking down at you. “Gotta make sure that stays where it belongs.” 

You were panting again. Yunho was steadily scooping up any of his cum that was leaking out of you and pushing it back in. On every push in he made sure to stroke his fingers along your walls, tutting disapprovingly when you clenched around him at the feeling and consequently caused more cum to drip out. 

Yunho’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every twitch of your limbs and the rapid rise and fall of your chest with dark eyes. His tongue came out to wet his lips as he shoved more and more of his cum inside you, pausing to wipe the remnants off his dick that was nearly fully hard again. 

Something in him seemed to crack because in a heartbeat he was flipping you around onto your stomach and lifting your hips in the air. He gave you no more warning before lining up and slamming into you.

You gasped at the intrusion. Yunho was pistoning in and out of you, holding your waist to keep you steady as he watched his dick bury inside of you over and over.

“You take me so well, Y/n,” one of his hands shot out to wind its way into your hair. He tugged and used his new grip as more leverage to slam you back on him. “Always so ready for more of my cum. Can’t wait to see the baby I put in you.”

Your mouth was open, your eyes closed, and moans joining the sound of his grunts and slapping skin. Yunho’s thrusts were literally punching the air out of your lungs with every inward thrust. 

Yunho pulled harder on your hair, dragging your body up to lean against his. He sat back on his heels, bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts. His hand in your hair moved to hold you by the throat while the other settled over your stomach.

His lips were pressed to your ear when he spoke. “Look, baby, look at us.”

Your eyes opened, and a breathless moan made its way out of your mouth at the sight before you. The mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed was facing you, giving you a fantastic view of your body cradled by Yunho’s bigger one. Your hair was a mess and you looked positively fucked out.

“Yunho!” you cried, hands scrabbling to hold onto him behind you.

“Cum,” he growled, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Cum and I’ll put a baby in you. Do it for me, Y/n.”

Your hands came up to hold his forearm as his hand gripped your throat harder. It was impossible to control the spasming of your body as you shuddered through another orgasm. It rocked you. The only thing keeping you from falling face first into the bed was Yunho’s tight hold on you. 

Your whole body shook, eyes closing as you came. Yunho kept thrusting through it, pushing and pulling you hard onto his dick as he chased his own orgasm. 

He reached it with a gasp of your name. His hips jerked while his hands held you down on him, keeping your body locked as close to his as he could.

As you both came down slowly, Yunho moved his hand from your throat to wrap around you, making sure to keep you upright before he shifted to lay both of you down on the bedspread. His dick stayed inside you while he held you to him. 

He laid kisses against your hair and cheek while you caught your breath. Yunho gave a soft, satisfied sigh as his left hand brushed over yours, fiddling with your wedding ring.

The two of you laid there, content to just cuddle. At least, until there was a knock at the suite door, a muffled voice calling out ‘room service’.

Yunho gave you a wicked smile as he pulled out to throw on clothes. As he was headed out of the bedroom he turned to glance at you. 

“I meant what I said earlier about brunch, baby.”

There was no way you could sit still. Yunho had you on his lap, back against his chest as he fed you pieces of fruit. Everytime he lifted a piece to your lips, he let his fingers linger there for you to lick clean once you had swallowed. 

Both of you were still naked and sweaty from the two intense rounds from before the food had been delivered. Yunho had kept his promise, immediately lifting you to sheath his cock inside you once he’d retrieved the cart from the hotel staff. From there he had tortured you with small bites of pancakes and bacon and fresh fruit that had been included in the ‘Honeymoon Brunch’ set that Yunho had ordered for your first morning in paradise.

Every shift of your hips was punished with a smack to the inside of your thighs, spread wide over his. The little punishment he doled out didn’t really work. The sharp sting of every slap quickly faded into pleasure quickly and had you tightening around him and squirming even more.

“Keep. Still.” Yunho’s words were growled against your ear as he pulled your head back by your hair to rest on his shoulder. You could only nod, your breathing ragged as your back arching only further added to the pressure building inside you. 

He seemed satisfied enough with your nonverbal answer. From your position, you couldn’t see what he was doing, but it sounded like Yunho was messing with something on the cat before you. It was quickly revealed what he was doing, as his fingers were back to pressing against your lips. Something sticky was dripping from them and the taste of maple syrup exploded in your mouth as you enveloped his middle and index finger.

Hopefully, if you could rile him up enough, he’d go back to fucking you instead of just keeping you stuck on his cock. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, sucking enthusiastically and putting on a show. His eyes were fixated on your mouth, watching intently as your lips pursed around his long fingers.

When the taste of the syrup faded and Yunho seemed satisfied with your cleaning job, he withdrew them. He glided the tips of those two fingers down the center of your body, over your throat, then your sternum, and down your stomach. The light, damp touches had your body twitching at the sensation. 

The only sound that could be heard after Yunho removed his fingers from your mouth was your panting. Until his fingers made contact with your clit and you released a half-squeak half-moan noise into the still air. His hand in your hair shifted to hold you by the throat as his hips started slowly grinding against yours, his fingers on your clit rubbing small, soft circles. 

Yunho’s movements were unhurried, almost leisurely. Nothing about them seemed to acknowledge or care about the steady level of arousal he had kept you at for nearly an hour or the burning need to get off that you could feel rising with every perfectly aimed swipe of his fingers.

“Do you like it when I hold you here?” Yunho’s lips were brushing the shell of your ear, voice rough as his fingers tightened against your throat. “Do you like it when I make you wait for a good fucking? Like how I can just use you to keep my dick warm?”

With every word he muttered into your ear, his fingers increased the pressure and speed at which they were circling your clit. Your orgasm felt so close but just out of reach. His words and his movements had your breath hitching on every other inhale. Tiny gasps and whines were leaking out of your open mouth in time with the rhythm of his fingers on you.

Just when it felt like you might go crashing over the edge and cum, Yunho stopped all movement. His hips froze their grinding and his fingers lifted off you.

A jilted noise of confusion left your lips as you tried to circle your hips, chasing the orgasm you had been so close to reaching. Yunho slapped the inside of your thigh again, growling out, “be patient.”

You stilled as he shoved the cart filled with the remains of your brunch away. His hand around your throat shifted to press against your sternum as his other grabbed your thigh. With ease, he stood, carrying you with him all the while keeping you impaled on his dick as your hands grabbed at his arms to hold on. Yunho walked forwards quickly.

“Yunho, what-” your sentence was cut off as your husband pushed your front against the closest wall, letting your dangling leg touch the floor, but only the balls of your feet. He kept hold of your other leg, hitching it high to give him better access. His hand on your sternum moved to grip your hip tightly as he started thrusting. 

After being tortured with feeling his huge length in you for so long but having him not moving, his first thrust felt so good it nearly brought tears to your eyes. His second thrust did actually have you crying when he pushed inside as far as he could. Your eyes rolled back as a few tears trickled down your cheeks. 

“Just be good and hold still,” Yunho grunted as he settled into a rhythm of slow withdrawals and quick thrusts back in. You were trying, but it became harder and harder to balance as your mind slowly became foggy from the pleasure you were feeling. 

Your leg was trembling, trying desperately to stabilize you. The more force Yunho put into his movements, the harder you shook and the harder following his instructions became. It took all of your concentration, drawing your attention away from the sensations of having Yunho inside you and the sounds of his grunts mixed with the sweet praise he was muttering into your ear. 

That’s why Yunho suddenly pushing himself as hard as he could as he came inside you again caught you off guard. Your leg gave out and Yunho rushed to grab onto you to stop both of you from suffering a hard fall. He succeeded in wrapping a firm arm around your waist, clutching you to him as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. Your own was so close, just around the corner, but your weak legs and the feeling of Yunho softening slowly inside you was chasing it off.

“Are you ok, love?” Yunho was breathing hard. He slowly lifted you as gingerly as possible to slip out. Your head tipped back as he just as carefully set your feet back on the ground. Breathing heavily with your eyes closed, you nodded. His arms stayed wrapped around you as he placed a kiss on your hair.

“Ok, let’s go back to bed, ok baby?”

You nodded again, opening your eyes and letting Yunho guide you back to the heavily soft king bed. The desire to fall back asleep was creeping upon you, fighting the need to cum again. 

As you flopped rather ungracefully back on the bed, Yunho chuckled, watching as you wiggled your way to the center of the bed. You shifted, trying to get comfortable before settling on your side, facing him with your thighs pressed together, trying to ease the arousal you felt still.

Yunho looked incredible, still standing at the edge of the bed. His dick had gone soft, but the view of his strong legs and hips leading up to his lean and lithe torso with his wide shoulders was beautiful. The look on his handsome face was so fond, your heart skipped a beat. Those loving eyes were sweeping over you, naked in the middle of the messy white sheets. 

His eyes stopped, focussing in on where your thighs were pushing together, rubbing together ever so slightly. A grin started to form on his face as he slowly crawled into the bed, making his way to your prone figure. As he settled on his side facing you, one of his huge hands reached out, separating your thighs and pulling the top one to rest over his hip.

“Aww is my baby still needy?” His hand on your thigh started making its way over your legs until he was grasping your ass. 

“Don't patronize me,” you grumbled while still readjusting your leg high on his hip. 

“My bad, love,” the stupid smirk on Yunho’s face didn’t fade as his fingers curled around your ass to brush gently against where his cum was starting to leak out of you. You shivered as the simple feeling brought pleasant jolts to your increasingly oversensitive body. He leaned forward, laying kisses and sucking hickies across your throat.

“So what do you want? My mouth or my fingers? Or maybe my thigh?” Yunho’s words were uttered against your throat, his voice rumbling through you as he teasingly flexed his leg under yours. As tempting as the offer of using his muscular thigh to get off was, it was no match for his long graceful fingers or his wicked tongue.

“Fingers and mouth,” your words were breathy as he took your earlobe between his teeth. Yunho was leaning so far over you to reach your ear, he was practically pushing you onto your back.

“Anything for you, my love,” Yunho fully pushed you onto your back, letting his hand switch to your front. His mouth was still working over your neck and collarbones as his fingers began to softly trail between your legs, letting them just barely dip inside you before circling your clit as lightly as possible. 

Your legs were twitching and your teeth were pressing hard into your bottom lip. Every brush of his fingers as they lightly repeated their journey had you embarrassingly close to the edge already. Yunho’s lips moving towards your heaving breasts didn’t help, either.

Suddenly, your back was arching violently as several sensations shot through you all at once. Yunho’s teeth sunk into the top of your breast, just hard enough to send painful pleasure through you. At the same time, two of his fingers had thrust themselves deep inside of you as the palm of his hand pressed into your clit.

After waiting for so long, two thrusts of his long and lean fingers had you crumbling into a long overdue orgasm. The sensation was all consuming, rolling across you in waves. Vaguely, you were aware of the gasping moans you were releasing and the way your legs were shaking, clenched together and squeezing his hand. 

The ringing in your ears as you came down faded, allowing you to hear Yunho’s soft chuckle as his fingers continued to gently move inside you. “I didn’t even get to use my mouth, baby.”

“Too bad,” your words were breathy as your body sagged back into the sheets, muscles relaxing one by one.

“I think you have one more in you,” Yunho looked down right evil, with a dark look in his eyes and a devilishly handsome smirk on his face.

A whimper left your lips as his shoulders pushed aside your thighs so he could settle between them. Sparing a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table, it revealed it was only 12:39. There were still 5 days left of your honeymoon and Yunho was clearly planning on killing you before you made it home.

Yunho had relented after one more world rocking orgasm via his mouth, allowing both of you to take a much needed nap. Unfortunately, that nap was cut short when he gently shook you awake around 3 pm.

“Come on, love. If you nap any longer you won’t sleep well tonight. Time to get out of bed,” despite his words, your husband hadn’t risen, still spooning you with an arm wrapped possessively around your waist.

“Let me sleep,” your words were slow and slurred with sleep. “I’m sure you’ll tire me out in time for bed.”

Yunho didn’t reply, instead choosing to run his hand gently across your side for a few moments. It didn’t take long for what you had assumed to be a soothing gesture to wake you up to turn into torture. His fingers dug into your side, tickling you until you were yelling as laughing, rolling across the bed to get away from him. 

Making it to the edge, you stood, pushing yourself to flee. You didn’t make it far, though. His arms quickly wrapped around you, yanking you back into his chest as he held you against him.

“See? Wasn’t so bad to get out of bed,” he punctuated his words with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re evil,” you mumbled even as you leaned back into him. “I’m filing for divorce.”

“I don’t think ‘he tickled me’ is a good reason for divorce,” he laughed.

You didn’t give him a real response, instead grumbling something along the lines of ‘fucking bastard’ which only made him laugh harder.

“Stop threatening me, let's go swimming!” Yunho released you, moving across the room to rifle through his suitcase, searching for trunks. As he bent over, you couldn’t help the urge to slap his still naked ass as you moved past.

“Hey!” He jolted upright, throwing a still folded pair of socks at you. “My poor ass!”

“Shouldn’t have bent over,” you shrugged, grabbing the closest suit, sliding on the  side tie bottoms as you bit your lip to contain your laughter.

“You’re asking to be tickled again,” Yunho’s eyes were narrowed as he watched you tie the bikini top into place. 

“Tickle me again and you’re not getting your dick wet for at least 3 days,” your own eyes narrowed, staring him down and daring him to try anything. 

He relented, shaking his head with a laugh and finally pulling on his shorts. “Fine, fine, no tickling,” striding towards you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down to kiss you. You met the gentle touch of his lips with your own, allowing  your hands to creep up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Let’s go swim, the private pool is incredible.”

Yunho separated from you, snagging your hand and dragging you towards the small villa's patio. 

The place was gorgeous, still attached to the main resort, but far enough away with high walls to give the allusion of being alone on an island. The private pool and deck were hemmed in by said walls and the backside of the villa itself, but still provided a wonderful view of the clear blue sea beyond the edge, including the beach that was open to the public. It was unoccupied, being so far from the main resort beach, the only people you had seen so far had been couples taking a walk or inhabitants from villas nearby who were making use of a less crowded area. 

On the deck, there were a few lounging chairs, a table with two normal chairs, and a rather large and deep pool only accessible to you and Yunho. This was where he had been habitually swimming laps in the mornings since you’d arrived. According to him, it was a way to exercise that didn’t involve fucking you against the nearest surface, which he had also been doing daily.

As Yunho pulled you through the sliding glass door into the humid air outside, he dropped your hand crossing the distance to the pool quickly. He jumped, cannonballing into the previously calm water. Unhurriedly, you walked towards the edge, sitting down and letting your legs dip into the cool water which was still sloshing about.

You watched fondly as Yunho finally came up from underwater. At this depth, the water only came up to his chest, decorating his shoulders and upper arms in lovely little droplets. His hair was wet and his biceps flexed deliciously as he pushed it back out of his face.

Lost in staring at him, it took you a moment to catch onto the salacious smile starting to appear on his lips.

“Yunho, no,” you tried to warn as he walked towards you through the water. As he approached where you were sitting, the water became shallower until he was just slightly taller than you where you sat. Both of his hands were situated on the wood beside your thighs, his face dangerously close to yours. “We’re in public.”

“Barely,” his head dipped to ghost his lips over your jugular. Instinctively, your head tilted back to give him room. You could feel his smile as he dotted wet kisses across your neck. “What happened to my adventurous little girlfriend who would let me fuck her brains out in her  university parking lot for lunch.”

You shivered as he sucked a bruise into a sensitive spot below your ear. Your hand came up and laced through his dripping wet hair. It was only slightly audible how much his words and actions were affecting you when you spoke. “She grew up and got married.”

“Mmm, that’s right. She got married,” his head rose and his lips captured yours. This kiss was intense, his tongue immediately swiping over your lips and pushing its way into your mouth. Your hand tightened in his hair causing him to groan. Yunho's hands moved to grip your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the pool so the seat of your swimsuit pressed into his quickly swelling length.

With a gasp, your head jerked away from his. “Any chance I can convince you to go fuck me in the shower instead?”

“We’ve already fucked in the shower. Why not try out a new location?”

With a sigh, you acquiesced. The chance of people seeing or hearing you from the beach was nerve wracking, but the idea sent a shiver of arousal down your spine. “Fine, fine, go deeper.”

Yunho smirked, his hands on your ass pulling you off the edge and deeper into the water. “With pleasure.”

He guided your legs around his waist and hands up to his shoulders as he walked the two of you farther into the pool until only your heads were free. Yunho’s lips attached to your neck again as his hands reached up to untie your bikini. After undoing the bows you had tied before, he pulled both pieces off you and let your top and bottoms float away. 

Yunho pressed you against the wall with your back facing the villa. The position gave you a beautiful view of the beach and ocean and the young couple walking along the shore.

Your hand grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back. “Yunho, Yunho there’s people on the beach.”

He hummed, lifting his head to smile slyly at you. “Then you better be quiet.”

 You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to retort, but were interrupted with your own gasp as two of his fingers slipped inside you. Unsurprisingly, you were already wet for him, although you were pretty sure it was a combination of your own wetness and his cum from before. As his fingers started to stroke and scissor inside you, all you could focus on was the couple walking past, even though they were a few hundred feet away and not looking towards you.

Yunho’s mouth was at your ear as he tried to bring your attention back to him. “I don’t think fucking in a pool is the best way to knock you up, so I guess we’ll have to get out and fuck on the deck.”

He made to lift you up, but your hand in his hair yanked hard. He groaned and involuntarily thrust his hips into yours.

“Don’t you dare take me out of this pool Jeong Yunho,” your eyes were wide and your tone was scathing. Until the very end of your sentence, at least. As you said his name he stroked your g spot causing your words to become breathy. “You can try your best to get me pregnant later. Now, I need you to just fuck me here.”

“Oh?” His naughty grin was back. “Why the change of heart about the location, love?”

With another eye roll and a pull of his hair, you ground forward against him. “You’re the one who desperately wanted to fuck in the pool, I’m just giving my husband what he asked for. Plus,” your own grin matched his, “maybe I do miss getting railed in public sometimes.”

He groaned again before crushing his mouth to yours. 

Yunho’s fingers pulled out of you quickly, fumbling to push down his own shorts. His tongue was tangling with yours and his own hand came up to grasp your hair in his large hand. Your hand released his locks, instead grabbing the back of his neck.

“Ready love?”

“Hurry up!”

He chuckled and angled his hips so he could push in slowly. Your head dropped back against the edge of the pool as the pleasurable feeling of being connected to Yunho in the best way possible filled you. 

His thrusts were much slower in the water than they would be outside of it, but he still reached pleasantly deep inside you, only stoking the fire that was building in your gut. 

Yunho’s hands were roaming everywhere since the combination of the water and your limbs wrapped around him didn’t make it necessary for him to carry you. You noticed, rather quickly, that his favorite parts of you for him to rest his hands were on your lower stomach and your breasts.

As his thrusts grew in power, every one had you biting down harder on your lip to keep quiet. You could see over Yunho’s shoulder that the couple were long gone, but you couldn’t help but try to silence yourself.

Yunho, seemingly knowing exactly why you were being quiet, started targeting each of his thrusts to hit your g-spot, his hips pausing to grind his pubic bone against your clit on every thrust up. It was all starting to be too much. The constant onslaught of pleasure combined with the exhilarating rush of doing this all outside within view and earshot of anyone who wandered by was pushing you so close to the edge.

“Cum,” Yunho’s low, gravely voice in your ear had you whimpering. “I want you to cum out here, for anyone to see. Come on, slut,” each of his sentences was punctuated with a powerful thrust inside you. His left hand came up to wrap around your throat and his right migrated down to draw circles around your clit. 

The cold metal of his wedding band against your throat, the pressure he was putting on the blood supply to your brain, his filthy words, and his fingers on your clit were too much. 

It all propelled you into an overwhelming orgasm. The feeling washed over you, lighting up your body and causing your inner muscles to squeeze in time with the waves around his dick. Yunho didn’t stop his thrusts, although he did lose his rhythm, hips stuttering as his orgasm hit him as well.

Both of you rode out the sensations, panting and clinging to each other, letting the water cool your flushed skin. It was so easy to get lost in the feeling of being close to him, losing yourself in the intimacy of just holding each other.

[system-of-a-feather]

Not even entirely sure what this ramble IS about but I do gotta share it

But the realization and awareness that I have - for at least the past like two years and increasing in frequency - been experiencing a lot of paradoxical sleep is just such a fucking interesting experience and a thing I'm DEFINITELY exploiting cause like, I've very much kind of just found a way to basically fall asleep in literally less than 2 minutes and actually go into REM stupid fast while still being conscious / lucid w/out dreaming and its so fucking wild.

But like I've been doing little self experiments of observation with it and like the other day I was like "Aight Im tired, Imma give myself fifteen minutes" and in 8 minutes got the whole fucking "cat nap" feel of shit while still being aware of like the general passage of time albeit at like 2x speed and I was in the plane today and Im like "dude I literally felt my body turn off what the fuck this is kind of fucking cool" plus also me going "Okay so I lost the ability to dissociate to take a break from existing with recovery but INSTEAD I've unlocked Sleep Hax"

Cause Im like HOLD UP

When I get REALLY deep into my thoughts and just rest my eyes and I SWEAR to GOD Im literally awake but I am OBVIOUSLY externally asleep, that is ACTUALLY sleeping and that is ACTUALLY going into REM and part of why I retain that sense of being awake is cause my brain goes into REM stupid fast

And so Im just like bro bro bro

I can go from not being able to nap in the day time to being the MASTER napper while just engaging in my deep thought?

AND THE FUNNIEST THING

IM LIKE THIS IS LIKE LUCID DREAMING WITH NO DREAMS IS THAT A THING

I LOOK IT UP

LIKE

HELLO HOW DID BUDDHISM COME UP AT ME AGAIN

Like its NOT clear light sleep as I experience it but Im like man its like Im lucid dreaming but with no dream i wonder if that is a thing But dude like of course cause I've always made myself my own guinea pig and shit I'm just taking this weird thing about me and testing where I can go with and its fucking wild to have no dream but be "ah, I'm asleep, I should proabbly wake up in a bit" and actually like tuning into senses through the sleep like muting of it all to just keep track of time while asleep its SO weird but kinda fun

Cause I can hear everything still but I am still asleep and if I choose to actually pay attention to the muted auditory stuff I can process shit Im hearing while Im asleep and its so wild Its like my self science experiment of the past few weeks XD I do though wonder if there is a relationship between this and Buddhism cause I will say... Its timing was around when I started getting really into Buddhism and its gotten more the more I get into it so Im like... Maybe there is a side effect of doing a lot of mindfulness, observation, meditation shit hmmm Something something regular and frequent practice of simply observing and engaging in deep but present thought sets the base line for both being able to relax and quickly fall asleep while still engaging in said thought AND observation soemthing something It's something I do have to look into cause its fucking interesting And I have talked about it to my doctor and as long as I'm feeling rested in my sleep, particularly night sleep, and Im not falling asleep suddenly, its NOT a medical issue

[metal-mouse]

How do you think the boys would react upon hearing that Leander got so frustrated with MC turning him down (yet again) and cast the eat slugs curse at her?

My opinions for this definitely change with my mood, and I'm absolutely projecting on MC here. I put Ominis, Sebastian, and Garreth and kept it p gender neutral

i rant forever so it's under the cut

Ominis:

His initial reaction to hearing about the whole incident was to make sure MC was okay. Eat Slugs does go away after awhile, but it's uncomfortable, and Ominis also can't stand that sort of incel behaviour tbh.

He's mad and wants to defend them, but he trusts MC to do what they need to and he will be there for whatever they choose to do.

if Ominis was present at the time of the hex he would prevent MC from maiming and/or killing Leander. MC can beat him up and hospitalize him, but NO cut off limbs and no murder!

Ominis would show up to the hospital wing with a package of the best-selling fudge from Honeydukes to visit Leander while he lay in his recovery bed from the absolute shit-kicking that MC gave him.

Like, MC would not stand for that disrespect and MC is the superior duelist and would pulverize his ass even though they're burping up slugs.

Leander would be so surprised to see him as Ominis sat down beside the bed and opened up the box of fudge.

Ominis would ask how he's feeling, before taking a bite out of the fudge and setting it back in the box.

Leander tells him he's still in pain, MC really kicked his ass.

Ominis offers his most insincere condolences and picks up another piece of fudge and takes a bite out of it before putting it back.

Nurse Blainey comes by, Ominis offers her a piece of fudge. She takes one and leaves.

Not once does he offer Leander a piece of fudge, he just keeps taking bites out of individual pieces and putting them back until he's taken a bite out of all of them while making barbed quips to Leander.

Ominis genuinely just showed up to gloat over Leander's pain, eat some of his favourite fudge in his face, and then leave to rub some salt in the wound.

It works, with Leander genuinely upset at being insulted and the fudge being thrown out.

Honestly it's very sexy of Ominis to kick a man while he's down.

Sebastian:

Sebastian would want to immediately track down Leander and throw him off the Astronomy tower he's killed once what does one more body really mean?

Despite his blood boiling furiously, Sebastian goes to find MC and make sure they're alright first.

It surprises MC who was certain Leander was a dead man walking.

He stays with them while the hex runs its course, and then when MC finally stops throwing up slugs he returns them safely to their common room and goes on the hunt.

Leander, unfortunately, had good enough sense to anticipate Sebastian. He's made a point to remain in well-populated areas, in his common room, or the professors were keeping him quite busy in detention for hexing MC.

So, Sebastian plays Madame Scribner like a fucking fiddle and earns his way into detention himself.

This risk ends up working out, when Leander and Sebastian are assigned to clean the trophy room together.

Leander shakes in his boots the entire time, anticipating Sebastian's inevitable murder attempt.

It's the longest 2 hours of his life. Sebastian just keeps staring at him, but since Mr. Moon sticks around there's nothing he can do.

Their detention ends, and just as Moon leaves Sebastian slams Leander against the wall with his wand at Leander's throat.

He threatens Leander, letting him know that if he so much as looks at MC from now on he'll have to answer to Sebastian.

Sebastian promised MC he wouldn't physically harm Leander, who just wanted to put the entire event behind them. Deep down

Sebastian knew that MC could defend themselves, but he liked being protective of them.

and then like 3 weeks later MC is paired with Leander for a class project and Leander has a crisis over it lmao

Garreth:

He'd just beat the shit out of Leander. Like, with his fists.

Garreth's got siblings, the man can throw a punch (source: i have sibling).

Garreth's a really sweet guy, but even warm and friendly people can reach their limit. Garreth's limit just so happens to be MC getting hurt in some sort of way.

He's unbelievably pissed that it was his friend and fellow Gryffindor who happened to cast the hex - and for Leander to have cast it because he was rejected by someone who had repeatedly told him they weren't interested? Mmmmmmm no thank you sir.

Garreth doesn't make Leander wait for anything, he doesn't toy with him, he just kicks the hell out of him and tells him to smarten up.

It's a short and sweet way of dealing with it, and honestly very on brand for both stereotypical boys and Gryffindors.

Quick, easy, and done. Leander ends up apologizing to MC and swears he won't bother them like that anymore.

He seems genuinely remorseful, but MC does avoid him for quite a long time. If he wants to prove himself, he's got to do it slowly.

Leander absolutely learned his lesson.

Garreth can hit really hard.

MC doesn't really mind Garreth's reaction, in fact they find it pretty amusing to find Leander with a black eye the next day.

[disciplinedselfrya]

Let's talk willpower.

Everyone that gets here and reads this post has a goal. Doesn't matter what goal. It could be running a marathon, losing 10 pounds, acing an exam, or passing the SAT. Now, now…Tell me, how many days pass until you are all back to eating crap and skipping training sessions, classes? 1 day? 2? 2 weeks maybe? Thought so. So at this moment, you are on the couch, doing nothing, erasing your progress…But it would all be better if you had more willpower. In the end, you are the unlucky person, out of all, who was simply born like this, without the ability to reach your goals and make the right choices, aren't you? hihihihihi no. It doesn't work like that. I could start by telling you what the definition of willpower is or that there is some magic trick, a hack that will turn you into Superman, but I would lie to you and I don't wanna - you can lie to yourself just fine, you don't need me. There are, however, some things that may help you reach the level of willpower that you want and need. It might sound boring, but, first of all, you need the basics because willpower is managed by a part of the prefrontal cortex and the brain is the most important part of all. So. Start with 7-9 hours of good sleep per night and a balanced diet. Do your research - less sugar, more fiber, protein (you got the idea)… Be careful with your glucose levels! After you get your health in check, understand that you have to change your mentality. Willpower is like a battery. You use it, it starts to deplete. Imagine you wake up at 100%. And then you resist eating a cookie - boom! 85%. When your willpower is at its lowest, you enter a stage called ego depletion, similar to burnout. Ofc, it is recommended that you don't reach depletion, which also increases your stress levels. For that, erase the thought that willpower is a limited resource. Think of it as a muscle. Then train it, while also taking time for recovery. Every day, choose one to three tasks that are challenging or that you passionately dislike doing: cold showers, math exercises, running, brushing your teeth, reading. Do them daily until you start liking them or they become a habit. You can now think of another one to three tasks. Some activities were proven to increase willpower. You can guess - exercising and meditation. Now, if you actually enjoy them - good for you. Do something else. And if you really, really want a hack (that will help, but will NOT solve your problems): Willpower is at its highest in the morning and it decreases during the day. While reading about self-control and willpower, I found and listened to an interesting episode of the Huberman Lab which had as a guest David Goggins (please google him and read his books - the man is a legend). They were talking about improving mental strength (aka willpower). This is part of the information that truly amazed me:

Unless your brain is damaged, you do have willpower. You have to grow it and for that, you have to know, you have to be convinced that you are fully capable of achieving anything. Willpower grows when you do the things you hate doing. Anything you love to do, it doesn’t enhance your willpower. And when you don't feel like doing them, the one you have to fight is the conversation in your head. What is worse is that it is no fun. You will suffer and you will grow from it. And if you are doing all the hard things, if you are fighting every day and you feel like you are missing something, that’s because you don’t know who you are.

“You do it and do it and do it and do it. That’s the hack.” - David Goggins