#ughhhh it's my cup of tea

[akiiame-blog]

Maybe this could cheer some people up, but I finally drew a Mario x Peach proposal

[juletheghoul]

Solus

a/n: I am genuinely obsessed with Marcus Acacius and the thought of him being a gladiator and wanting nothing but you? Imagine? Ughhhh I just want him so bad 😩, please feel free to send in thots, requests, even just musings about him 💕 not beta’d and barely proofread!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, special contraceptive tea, girlie and her bestie gossiping about Marcus and his skills, body / breast worship, Marcus and girlie are really fucking into one another, very possessive of one another in the best way (reader is a slave so there is a power imbalance but so is Marcus), gladiatorial violence, nothing graphic- let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

reblogs are appreciated

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She is short with you when you greet her back in the main house. There is a look in her eye, a nervous flitting about your form and it falls into place when she beckons you closer; it is worry.

“Did he hurt you? Was he rough in his taking of you?” She gestures to one of the other girls that attended her, calling for something while looking over the parts of you not covered by fabric. 

“No Domina, he was very gentle, mostly.” Head bowed in deference, you turn and show her that you are in fact whole, albeit pleasantly sore.

“Gentle? Truly?” She frowns, shocked but shrugs it off, “that is good, I was worried his brutality would land upon you. Did he spill inside you? I have had the tea made to prevent any issue from your union.” 

Memories flash through your mind as a cup of the aforementioned tea is placed in your hands of all the different ways he had filled you. Heat blooms in your cheeks at the feel of it drying on your inner thighs.

“Yes Domina, many times.” 

“Drink, I imagine you must be exhausted.” She sighs, watching as you gulp down the bitter mixture. “Take a rest and come back to me once you have slept a while and cleansed yourself of his lust.”

“Yes Domina.” You bow again, and head for your chamber.

-

He felt invigorated, despite the fact that he had gotten barely any rest. Her arousal was still smeared all over his cock, all over his fingers and the thought of him carrying her with him into the ludus where he lived and trained kept the smile plastered on his face. 

The other men were already up and training, honing their skills in hopes of advancing. He took his time making his way to his own training, taking a moment to himself to think about all the things he’d done to her, all of the sighs and whimpers he’d gotten out of her, the sweet moans that had burned themselves into his ears. Let himself imagine for a moment, the next time he’d win and ask for her, what other delights he could bestow upon her. 

Most of his brothers ignored him when he finally went out to train, the ones closest to him gave him a nod and he nodded back. With sword in hand, and the sun on his back, he put the softness of her skin and her pink, honeyed tongue away and focused. 

-

Cassia, your closest friend found you in the kitchens after having rested. 

“You must tell me everything!” her nails dug into your arm, her excitement a visceral, violent thing and you laughed at the way her eyes were as big as an owls. 

“Everything? What is there to tell? He took my virtue.” You smile to yourself, filing the tray with things for your Domina to eat while Cassia shook with excitement beside you. 

“Oh, is that all? The fiercest Gladiator asked for you as his prize and this is the answer you give me? And I called you friend!” She pouts, indignant at your lack of candor. Your mouth betrays you and you smile before shaking your head. 

“Very well, I will give you all of the details you desire. Ask me, and I will share.” With your full tray in your hands, you gesture for her to follow you and she does with a mischievous grin on her face. 

“What was it like? Was it terribly painful?” She held onto your arm, careful not to jostle your tray. 

“It stung, burned a little at first, but only at first. He made it quite enjoyable so by the end of the night it felt wonderful.” You sighed, remembering his face as you rode him just how he liked. 

“Was it big? His cock?” She blushed prettily, her pale skin going pink as a flower. 

“Yes, it was big, thick as well. I confess I did not think it would fit.” You laughed, and she giggled, going even more red. “He surprised me, for as much as we thought him a brute, he was very soft, sweet and affectionate. I enjoyed my time with him very much and I hope…” She raises her eyebrows, shocked at what you might say. 

“I hope that he calls for me again.” You press forward, defiant, and honest. 

“You wanton thing!” She laughs, delighted. “I pray to the Gods that my virtue may be taken by one as worthy, and as skilled since you are already begging for a repeat performance.” She laughs and you bump her shoulder with hers playfully, balancing the tray as she separates from you. She casts a wink your way before returning to her duties, and letting you tend to the Domina. 

She says nothing when you bring her the tray, and you fall back into your usual rhythm of servitude easily. 

Weeks pass, and the training in the ludus below intensifies as another game is lined up by your Dominus. There’s a craving within you now though, a new one that follows you around no matter where you go. That ache that he had built up in that stiff bed below with his fingers and with his tongue resurfaced every so often with an intensity you couldn’t understand. 

Whenever you saw him below, whenever you caught his eye, visions of him above you, below you—inside you filled your mind like wine filling a cup. Heat flooded your body, arousal collected at the mouth of your cunt and it was hard to focus on anything beyond the ghost of his filling stretch.

-

When the games finally came, you found yourself paying much more attention to them than you ever had before. Silently cheering for him and praying to all of the Gods that he would come out victorious, while secretly praying that he’d ask for you once more. 

There was yet another feeling now however, as you watched him make quick work of his opponents. A fear that settled low in your belly, deep in your heart as he took a minor blow that he would fall, that you would have to stand there and serve your Domina while watching him die. A shiver ran down your spine to imagine it. 

“Victorious again!” Your Dominus laughed, collecting coin from those who had bet against Marcus. It angered you, that they would bet against him. There was a curious sense of ownership battling for dominance amongst all your newfound feelings. He felt yours, and you felt his. So strange, considering it has only been one night, and there was no guarantee he’d been speaking the truth.

You tried to put it out of your mind as you made your way back home, focused on the tasks at hand and suppressed the hope swelling within when the Dominus called him forth once more. He did not keep you in suspense, his eyes found yours instantly, staring with open desire and your Dominus was quick to catch on.

“Shall I send her down with you once more? Would you not care for another girl? One yet untouched?” The master of the house gestured to others that served alongside you, and you didn’t fail to note the gleam of hope in some of them, in Cassia.

“No Dominus. I desire only her.” He smiled, eyes focused on your form and his heat engulfed you. 

“Very well.” He gestured to you and you obeyed, marginally happier than the first time. 

There was no preamble this time, as soon as you crossed the threshold of that room he was on you. His mouth claiming yours hungrily, his hands landing heavy on your backside. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He smelled of blood, sweat and victory. 

“Gods above, how I have ached for you my sweet.” His hands grabbed at you, pawing at every bit of you he could reach while he mouthed at your neck, building the fires of arousal within you.

“I must confess, I have ached for you as well.” He groaned, biting at your ear. You pushed him away for a moment, guiding him to the basin to wipe the gore away from his skin. 

“Tell me.” His eyes were frantic, roving over you as though you might disappear if he did not watch you while he made quick work of divesting himself of his soiled armour. With a shy smile, you wring the cloth and set to cleaning the grime from his beautiful face.

“I have ached for you to fill me once more, to take me and give me the same pleasure as you did the first time.” You watched your hands as you worked, blood pounding in your chest and in your cunt to confess your secret thoughts. His fingers pinched your chin softly, guiding your eyes to meet his.

“Did you touch yourself, thinking of my hands?” 

His gaze was so intense, filled with such fire that you could barely move, could barely breathe under the weight of it. Memories of your self exploration in the nights leading up to the games filled your mind. 

“Yes, so many times.” 

Silently he took the cloth from you, making quick work of cleansing himself before discarding it and now he looked so much like he did in the arena, stalking, hunting you down like prey but it did not scare you. If anything, it only inflamed your passion, made your cunt drool its arousal onto your inner thighs. 

“Do you know that you have not left my thoughts since that night? Since before that, I cannot think of anything else. Just your face, your body, your smile—“ he pressed close enough that you had to tilt your face up to keep his gaze, swallowing thickly at his open desire.

With his eyes holding you still, he removes your tunic and his. His manhood is just as thick, just as heavy and stiff for you. It smears his own pearly want against the goose flesh spreading across your belly.

“How do you want me?” Tentatively, you caress his ribs, sliding up to feel the firm golden skin of his chest. 

“I want you in every way there is to want a woman.” He cuts the whimper from your mouth off with a kiss, his words, his touch; it bolsters you and you guide him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Then I shall ride you, just as you like.” There’s a pretty flush on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and despite your limited experience, you feel like nothing short of a goddess lining him up and sinking slowly onto his cock.

His unabashed moan of pleasure helps with the stretch of his manhood.

“It feels so much better this time.” Your voice sounds different, wanton, confident. It does feel better, the thick pillar of his sex stretching you enough to make you whimper into his mouth.

He groans from deep in his chest, a rumble that makes your body heat from the inside out. Ever since that night you’d been dreaming of this, of having him want you again, fill you again and it’s so much better than your late night fantasies. With trembling thighs you roll your hips, grinding yourself against him, holding onto his strong golden shoulders for purchase. 

His hands grab onto your hips, squeezing at the flesh and guiding your movements. His breath comes out in small pants and there’s so much about him to admire it’s difficult to settle on just one aspect. His strength is obvious. Muscles honed with sword and shield ripple and cord under your fingers. The long line of his neck begs for your lips, beckons you to taste the salt that collects there and you do, drawing a surprised yet filthy sound from him. It spurs you on, your tongue traveling up to his ear to bite at the lobe. 

“Your tight little cunt is going to milk me dry.” You cannot help but smile, a victory of your own shining brightly within at the knowledge of how much pleasure he gains from your body. 

“I am ready, fill me again, I want to feel it deep inside me.” Your lips press against his, your arms wrap tighter around his neck to press yourself closer as you ride him quicker. His arms wrap around your ribs, holding you just as tightly, your nipples hard as pebbles against his chest as he all but bounces you on his cock. 

Sweat beads at his hairline, the effort of using you to fuck himself evident in the gorgeous flush in his cheeks. Your tongue slides across the plump of his bottom lip and he almost growls before offering his own. It’s vulgar, the way your tongues meet without actually kissing, the wet sounds of your joining, it all adds to the heat blooming in your spine. The tingling in your breasts, in your core and when he spreads his legs a little wider something shifts and he’s deeper. You cry out, begging, babbling at him to keep going, just there, please and he obeys. 

The pleasure is a hot dagger through your being, making you seize and squeeze him all the tighter, it is the catalyst for his own release and the spurt of him only adds to your experience. 

You catch your breath, panting while your body feels like a raw nerve, pulsing, clenching, pounding in sync with with your heart. His lips press against your neck, from the sensitive spot just below your ear down to the curve of your shoulder. His calloused hands rub at your back while your muscles loosen. 

You pulled his face up to kiss him once more, enamoured with the taste of his tongue and felt him smile into it. 

He needs time to recover, and so you lay in the bed next to him. Both of you naked as the day you were born. Your fingers trace mindless shapes onto his chest while his hands travel from the slope of your shoulder, down to the swell of your ass. 

“Why did you choose me?” His head turns at your question. “From amongst all the slaves, all of the women who serve in this house… why me?”

“Why? Because I desire you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, you frown.

“You desire me? That is all? Do you not desire any other?”

“No, I do not. I have been in this house for years and while my body desires this-“ he grabbed at your ass, “it is not something I indulge in very often. I have watched you grow from a girl into a woman and you have wormed your way into my brain. I do not know why, but I desire you above all others.” He pulls your face up, pressing a kiss to your mouth. 

“And then once you had me? What did you feel then?”

“I felt joy, that you are sweet as well as beautiful. I felt gratitude that you feel desire for me as well, that you make me laugh, that you feel so good here in my arms… shall I go on?” He grins at the way you cannot hide your happiness, that the shy smile grows on your lips as he confesses and when you nod he pushes you onto your back and slips to slot himself between your legs. 

“I feel confident that I please you, I feel pride when your cunt gets wet for me. I love that you are adventurous and brave and willing to try all of the filthy things I want to do to you.” Your fingers twirl the strands of his hair as he dips his head to lick at your nipples. 

“I feel possessive of you, to know that no one touches you like me, no one else gets to taste your breasts, no one else gets to fill you the way I do.” His cock glides through the combined mess of your joining.

You hum as he worships you, smiling and preening under his words.

“I confess, I enjoy it, being the object of your desire. I was scared you would pick someone else.” Your legs hitch high on his hips, wrapping around to press against his lower back.

“Hmmm, did you now? Did it make you jealous? the thought of me giving this—“ he knotches himself at your entrance, pushing inside with a slow thrust, “—to someone else?”

“Yes—especially with how excited the other girls were for you to choose. One of them asked me what it was like, what you were like.” It’s slow, decadent the way he fucks you. He presses deep enough to kiss your womb before pulling almost all the way out, then presses deeply again. He does not speed up, he does not vary the pressure. 

“And what did you tell her?” His arms bracket your skull, anchoring himself so he can keep up his stamina.

“I told her the truth, that you made it feel so good, that your cock is so big, so thick, that I hoped you called for me again.” You moan the words into his mouth, meeting his thrusts with your own slow roll. 

“Not too big for you, nothing you cannot handle hmm? Nothing this perfect cunt cannot handle, my cunt—“ his words affect even him, his hips speed up, a wet, vulgar sound with every plunge ringing through the room.

“Is it mine?” He asks with a grin but all you can do is focus on how good it feels, how he hits that sacred spot within with every press. 

“Answer me, whose cunt is this?” He slides one knee up for purchase pulling inhuman moans from you.

“Yours, it’s yours, Gods above, don’t stop—“ your hand slides down to glide your fingers against your achy clit, slipping down first to feel yourself spread wide around him. 

It only takes a few delicious swirls before you’re clenching around him, fluttering with your orgasm while his hips move faster, groaning around the tightness of your climax while he chases his own end.

“Going to fucking fill you to the brim, going to be leaking out of you for fucking days—“ he crashes into his own pleasure, barely getting his words out before grinding himself deep enough to hurt, moaning unabashedly, loudly enough that half the house must have heard him.

He collapses onto you, his face pressed into the damp crook of your neck—his sweat soaked skin slipping against yours while you both catch your breath. Your legs wrap tighter around him, holding him inside. The sunkissed, freckly skin of his shoulders is warm under the press of your lips. His voice in your ear is soothing, the low hum of appreciation for the affection you freely give him, something you’re sure he hasn’t received in years. 

It takes him a few minutes to move but you don’t mind. The weight of him is welcome, he isn’t the only one starved for touch and he gives it just as freely as you do. He does not let you separate from him. Even as he falls asleep, you are wrapped up in his embrace. 

You admire him as he rests. The dark fan of his lashes, the silver strands of his hair, so fine between your fingers, the almost boyish purse of his lips. He does not wake when you press your mouth to his, he only tightens his grip, pulls you closer to him. You smile despite the conflict within, you want him to rest. His efforts in the arena are no small thing and with the way the night has gone he must be exhausted. 

Another desire burns within you as well though; that he’ll wake because of you, that before morning comes you will be just as full and pleasantly sore as the first time.

-

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[spac3ywac3y]

So Shattered Glass is a thing for Transformers, who doesn’t love a good old alternate universe where the bad guys are good and vice versa.

And the color pallets don’t need to be the same thing either! We get some nice different color schemes that fit the characters new personalities!

We got Starscream, his colors being swapped out for Sky/Jetfire’s colors very nice very nice! It’s also very fitting with his character, it’s simple and sleek just like him!

Next is Skywarp! Also very nice! It feels a lot like a slightly darker Thundercracker color scheme, it’s dark but not dark compared to his original design. I like it! Very nice!

Now what about Thundercracker? Surely after two banger designs, the third member of this iconic trine would get a color scheme as good as these tw-!

……. Thundercracker…. What have they done?

Seriously! The poor boy looks like they threw every gaudy color at him! It doesn’t even feel coherent! It’s how I would have colored an OC back when I was 5…

This boy needed some help, I ranted about this to both friends and family, how Thundercracker was robbed of a good color swap and also THEY KEPT HIS OPTICS RED!! Every other Decepticon with red optics had theirs changed to blue! And sure! The 2021 comic made his blue, but now his optics just blend into his blue face and every other promotional image I’ve seen of him he has red optics! Ughhhh

With this rant in my head refusing to let me sleep, I challenged myself. I drew Thundercracker twice. One version was that I kept the same colors as his current design and try to see if I could make it more appealing to my tastes, the second version was what I would have chosen if I had been in charge of Thundercracker’s SG coloration.

Keep in mind though, I had colored these in with copic markers, so the colors may not be accurate for the first version.

So yeah! That’s my take on SG! Thundercracker. I know that it’s a weird thing to get upset about, I just can’t stand poor Thundercracker being done dirty by such a gaudy color scheme. If you like his original color scheme for SG then more power to you! It was just not my cup of tea.

[pooplyface1423]

ORIGINALLY FROM

@parrythisucasual .

What about me? Chapter 7

Her eyes locked on your hands, her smile widening. Jax quickly dropped your hand, standing back up to full height. He didn’t look at you, his attention now entirely fixated on Ragatha. Although you could have sworn, he looked anxious. You hoped you didn’t upset him…

Soon, Ragatha catches up to you guys,

"What are you guys doing?" Said the doll

"Not much, just finished riding the tea cup's" you said, looking down

"Well, that's nice wanna come get some snacks with me and gangle," said ragatha

" Sure!"

"Are you coming, Jax?" You said joining the girls

" Nah, you guys go. im fine " said jax

" Aww, come on, Jax, let's go," you said, giving him a pleading face

" ~Aww~ I bet u really want me to go with u guys, but I just remembered that I gotta go met with kinger about something," said Jax, looking at u with a smirk

" I -um ok," u said with a startled and blushing face.

" Welp, let go get some cotton candy," said gangle

"Sure, what do u think y/n" said ragatha

"Um - yeah, sure, let's go," U said, just seeing Jax walk away into the circus tent

☁️Jax's thoughts☁️

" OMG THAT WAS SO CRINGE AND SO EMBARRASSING WHY DID U SAY IT LIKE THAT UGHHHH YOU IDIOT"

" I bet that Doll is going to be a bigger tease towards me"

"OOf well gotta go harass the chess piece now "

☁️Out of jax's thoughts☁️

All three of the girls go and get the goods and sit down in a bench.

While they are eating gangle speaks up.

"So y/n why were you holding Jax's hand?" She says, looking timidly at u

"Well, I - um I was - " you said just blabbering incoherent words while becoming a blushing mess

"ANYWAY, let's talk about something else. Um- what should we do after this?" said Ragatha, just trying to deascalate the interaction

"Well, if it okay with u guys, I want to go in the carousel," says gangle, finishing her cotton candy

.♧.Meanwhile.♧.

"So, do you like them or not?" Says Kinger just waiting for an answer

"Why do you care?" says Jax, looking at Kinger in a bit of an annoyed tone

"Just because you have been taking about y/n since you got here,"says kinger just looking at Jax. For a response

"Well- Um, I- guess I-" says Jax trying to find his answer

" Yes or No Jax," says kinger, sounding desperate for an answer

" Short answer, yes?" Says Jax looking for any type of emotion in Kingers face

" YOU LIKE Y/N"

Says #####

Anyway, thanks for reading, and sorry it's short it's my first time writing this type of content, so apologies.

If u wanna know what happens before, here is the link for chapter 6.

https://www.tumblr.com/parrythisucasual/734538715134902272/what-about-me-ch-6

[leyyvi]

Hey... Do you know the song sung by the voice actor from the pilot Hazbin Hotel? Called Thank you and goodnight. Weirdly this song reminds me of Mystic Messenger, despite being a new fan and having been into this game until this year 2024 I already felt a connection, seeing old posts about this game from an old fan somehow makes me tear up. Despite I'm a fan of 2024, I somehow feel nostalgic about this game despite never actually experience it before

I'm so sorry I don't know anything about hazbin hotel it's not really my cup of tea gjsjgjfjrjfjgj but AHHHHH mystic Messenger is so special to me though omg if you can tolerate waking up at 4 am for chatrooms and calls YOU SHOULD PLAY it's so so good the story is SO good and the characters...UGHHHH I love it so so so much

[dootznbootz]

A favorite type of ship dynamic? And one you don't like? (the type that would put you off reading or watching the story for example)

Thank you so much, Dear Anon. This was super fun and I got really introspective with it. It'll be long and all over the place lol

Disclaimer: If any of my notps or least favorite ship dynamics are ones you enjoy or even have irl, please know that this is not to shame anyone in any way. I'm just talking about my stupid opinions. Just because I'm explaining why something isn't my cup of tea doesn't mean you have to spit out said tea or feel bad about enjoying it.

I'll be upfront and mention how I'm asexual so that REALLY affects how I view shipping and romance as a whole. As for my notps and ships I don't vibe with I believe are deeply affected by that.

Honestly? For me to like a ship, all they gotta do is be a bit silly/chaotic and absolutely fucking devoted to each other. I would go as far as to say a possible mutual obsession lol.

For my FAVORITES though, Usually it's the CIRCUMSTANCES they go through that really makes me "click" with them though. I like a good balance of silly and dark. As I can vibe with MANY relationship dynamics but if they went through some very neat and compelling shit??? Or just how many of their decisions are deeply rooted in how much they care for one another??? ughhhh I love that. I think it's cause I'm often bursting with love and affection for people in general so I just love exploring that in media as well.

And I won't lie, I like nonhuman aspects as neurodivergent feels 🥹 Also cool as fuck

I also tend to gravitate to ships that give at least semi-aspec vibes.

I like being gay about smart women. I go feral at the sight of Penelope, Lucy, and Zelda.

All three have the "guy being from less prosperous place/standing, Woman being of "high class" with the guy ending up being "worthy" in some way anyway. (Link is the Chosen Hero, Natsu is technically a prince/demon, Odysseus' name is literally part of the title) so there's probably something there.

I'll go into specifics on similarities and things I love about my main ships (OdyPen, NaLu, ZeLink) at the end :D as I get silly.

Now for the bitterness of Notps bit before getting silly with comparing my faves:

One huge one I genuinely have a hard time understanding is "These two are hot! It would be even hotter if they fucked! I ship them!". If a ship needs to have sex or physical attraction, to exist or that's the ONLY appeal about it then that's an immediate no for me. To me, JUST ME, sex is a horrible foundation to start a relationship on as I don't understand it. I often times forget sex exists so I do not understand the whole "wouldn't it be hot?" part of shipping. I'm a "Wouldn't it be cute/funny/wild?" person lol. Ships only become "hot" AFTER I see the relationship between them. Sex can (and often is) be a part of a ship (I mean, OdyPen has a canonical child) but if it's the first "building block" or the "foundation", I'm out. To me, that's like building an upsidedown pyramid.⯆It's going to fall over and there will be bricks and destruction. (One of my big ships is in an anime with a shitton of fanservice. I fucking hate it but that's just... the world they're in. Not necessarily because of what THEY do. And the dynamic is just that fucking good that I can just grimace through it.)

That goes hand in hand with "Ohhhh so much tension!" and then perceiving that as romantic? Like if you're mad, you're mad. If you hate them, you hate them. For complex reasons? Yeah, but I really don't like seeing a character be genuinely mean to another with only SMALL moments of "nice" in between. I've seen enough of that irl and I'm so tired. Shipping is supposed to be FUN, not stressful. There's bickering and natural fights but there are some ships where they're literally PURPOSEFULLY hurting one another and I can't stand it personally. Most of my visceral notps are because there is a "I'm hurting you, I'm enjoying it/don't care". There can be tension/bullying (not teasing) for like, one or two episodes for me to care for a ship but if it goes longer than that and/or never resolved, that's not a ship, that's a dynamic.

Exploring toxicity as a character dynamic and how it affects characters??? SURE! I even do that! :D But to see that in a romantic light? No. Not for me. No thank you. Please separate them. They will kill each other and one will end up scarred for life in order to still be in character.

also the "I must completely change this character for the ship to work". For an AU? Sure! For the canon stuff? No. I don't like to cut up an already neat puzzle piece in order to "smooth them down" so that it can fit with a completely different puzzle. If the puzzle pieces never have a fit? That's okay! :D

I think a lot of it is because I'm a weirdo who is like "Let's make this world as fantastical as possible and make the RELATIONSHIPS grounded in reality as possible. I get silly with it sometimes but there will always be some grounded reason that I can pull from 'canon' to justify it. lol".

Sometimes it's the fandom that will ruin it COMPLETELY for me. I could tolerate it before, but now it's blocked because it makes me so mad. Especially when they make shit up about one character to justify "hating" them. They don't have to be your favorites, but at least tag it right! I've also noticed a pattern of just hating female characters because of it. If you hate Lucy Heartfilia or say some bullshit about how she's whiny or weak, Natsu and I would like to have a word with you. I swear on fuck if you're all bent up outta shape because Zelda, a 17 year old in most games, is a bit of a mess at some points, I'll start my own yiga clan of assassins just to take you out. I've thankfully only seen ONE bullshit for Penelope but holy fuck. shut up.

Okay, got the bitterness outta me so now let's have some fun.

*opens briefcase and presents the "special bonded pairs of Mad"*

Time to ramble about my sillies.

I mentioned before about how most of their decisions are very much centered around each other or even what they do for one another.

Zelink: Lil hard to explain as I enjoy all incarnations (Though OoT and Botw/TotK are probably my faves) but in all games, regardless, they are intertwined. They protect one another and fight for one another. I love the dynamic of commoner and royalty as that's very juicy. "I don't care what people say, I love you."

Nalu: Intelligent heiress runs away from home to escape an arranged marriage and where her father only sees her as an object. She meets lil shit dragon man demon and her life is absolutely changed and she changes so many of the lives around her. Lucy is the main character, she just is. It's not Natsu. Fight me. Lucy literally gets BURNED when she was saving him. Not letting go despite that it was hurting her. She rewrote his grimoire to save him. Many people see/saw him as a monster but he never will be one to her. Natsu uproots a fucking TREE and sends it down the river outside her house so she could see it's "once a year blossoms" as she was too sick to go. He is her biggest cheerleader. Even when he doesn't understand why she's so excited about something, he does it happily because he cares. She is what helps him become friends with others. (poor guy was too "weird") Her "dying" is what unlocked E.N.D. She's what brings him back constantly. They are best friends, (also yeah, demon dragon man still being loved despite how strange he is? yes please)

Odypen: Holy shit. He looks over the most beautiful woman in the world to marry her, racing her father for her. She leaves her more "prosperous" home in order to live with him on his "rock". The entire Odyssey and Iliad is him fighting to get back to HER. He will never give up. Goddesses are nothing compared to her. He respects and adores her so much, to the point where he is placing himself, his wants and needs, beneath her own. And she will never give up on him. She stalls and never wants to be with any other even if he is dead. No other man is like him. She will protect their son, putting herself in harm's way so he has a home to come back to because he makes Ithaca her home. :'D (Water Wife being seen with heart eyes despite how strange she is and "better" opportunities? Man so fucking traumatized and "ruined" is still "her Joy" regardless? YES! YES PLEASE!)

I just fucking realized that fucking trees are important to them all xD Rainbow sakura for Nalu, Deku Tree for Zelink, and Treebed for Odypen.

All are silly in their own way. All will ALWAYS choose their "person". Odypen is definitely the most morally gray and the oldest lol (Though I do think Natsu would be like "you killed 108 people for her? Rad." It's just that FairyTail is "no deaths allowed") Penelope would be impressed by Lucy's tricks into getting things but then Lucy would be like "what?" as soon as she hears about the other shit Penelope's done. Link is horrified by Odysseus' warcrimes, and Odysseus gives him shit for "killing more than he has" and Link tries to defend himself by saying that they were monsters, not people. Penelope would catch frogs for Zelda. Zelda and Lucy would share books while Penelope would be like Wtf is a book?. Penelope and Natsu would be like "You got sharp teeth too?!" Odypen and Zelink would probably have a lot to talk about with "gods have affected our lives". Odysseus would be impressed by Natsu's property damage. Natsu would be so excited about the dragons in LoZ and think Zelda having been one is cool af (not knowing that it's a touchy subject)

Ugh, I'm getting so so silly. I love them all. They are so special.

Funny thing too? Gruvia (from Fairy Tail) and Menelaus and Helen (From the Epic Cycle) are both ships that are often intertwined with "my main" and both have the "quiet man and chatty woman" dynamic and I find that funny.

[nicegaai]

ahhhghgh im so nuts for my own au i have a collection of post-canon oneshots for the universe all planned out,. why do i keep writing these !!! i forget ab them until they resurface from my big misc thr document. i dont know what im gonna do w them like am i gonna ever publish these in any form... i dont knowww!!! but i love daydreaming them up

my favie-est that im confident will never be worked into the main storyline and therefore i have no guilt ab spoilers: emil expresses he wishes there was more romance in their relationship bcz he hasnt really experienced a proper romance, and sigurd decides to take him out on a Really Nice Date Night. emil doesnt catch on immediately bc its ooc of his brother obvi, and acts like a brat about the restaurant choice (hed rather go out for greasy fries or sm and this secrecy ab the location is suspicious, hes like ur fucking with me i dont trust like that) until sig calls emil his date to the waiter and that CHANGES EVERYTHINGGG >///<!!!!!!!! and then they go see a movie all romantic like, make out in the theater a little bit, and go back to their shared apartment. and they open the door yknow arms around each other and building up to Something and mathias in the other room is like YOOOO AHAHHA HEYYY GUYS.. my moms here!!!!!! come say hi!!!!! and theyre like. ah. shifting into platonic mode. hiiiiiiiiii we went to see umm a cool action movie with explosions in it. as brothers. and then emil is like Well i need to go do homework . nice to see you auntie love you well buye. bye now. goodnight. and sigu holds back on following him upstairs until auntie is gone bc he is responsible. and their walls are thin :[ and because she brought home cooked food which is really good

this oneshot probably doesnt end in sex because i think its funny as it is, but thats as far as i wrote so idk it could still end in an E rating. im just obsessed w making these two date while kind of acting like brothers. its about the. the dynamic................

i think about these three in their shared apartment an unspecified time in the future, and sufin living nearby and engaged with a dog and a backyard., SOOO much. and everything is ok between them. thats all i want. my vision .......... (the original vision was the five of them in a house together but ber in my brain decided to propose to timo and do their own thing and i love that for them)

my other favorite one is The One Where emil does a DNA test as a (college) class project and unearths some tea. that one is 3 dense pages of dialogue and is in bad shape bc i kept changing details lol

ughhhh. itll be nice when i get the story written. i need to go insane ab it again. i need to hammer out the next chapter in one sitting on 3 cups of coffee

[thelov3lybookworm]

Ho ho ho hello lov3ly 🎅 How are you doing dear?

1st thing... Your gift is not completely ready. I've been so busy and tired 😪 so you will unfortunately not receive your gift on the 17th. I'm very sorry 😥 It's coming very very soon though!

2nd... For today's teaser... *drum roll*... ✨The first few paragraphs of your gift✨

“Wife,” he sneered. “Husband,” she sneered back. Azriel walked to end of the table and sat down. “Glad to see that you are still alive,” he said, pulling the plate that his wife had already filled for him closer. “Glad to know that I am still the funny one,” Gwyn replied without looking up from her own plate. Morning greeting, checked. Daily verification that his partner was still breathing, checked. What was left to do before breakfast? Ah right... Check the food for poison. His shadows made a sweep around the table, ensuring that nothing would lead to him dropping sick or dead. When he finally raised his cup of tea to his lips after their quick inspection, his eyes landed on a pair of teal ones across the table. Azriel internally shuddered at Gwyn’s piercing gaze and at how her lips turned into a feline smirk. “It will happen when you least expect it,” she said, then dug a knife into her pancakes.

Let me know what you think 😉

I'm good santa!

I don't mind it being late santa! Honestly, I myself haven't finished my fic yet 😅

And....

OH MY GODDDDDDD AHHH WHATTTT

Oh I love this 🥹

I'm already getting addicted lol I can't waitttt ughhhh I'm droolingggg

[sacrificecage]

for the ask game may I offer magowhore

you may offer mangowhore!

sexuality + gender: transmasc and gay

otp: magochilly!! though i will not lie, im not particular about my mago ships. almost anything goes, in my eyes

brotp: i like mags and susie! the two of them love tech, love the ancients, fuck over others for fun, need therapy, and have cool robots for family!

notp: ...probably magoranza, to be honest. i just cannot do it! no problem with the ship, it's just absolutely not my cup of tea. its cute enough, but... eh

first hc: those protrusions? theyre ears! sort of. the official name is mahosorana, or magic taster, and they sense ambient magic. theyre magic ears :3

for a more mago-centric hc, he has a poor sense of empathy, and needs to imagine something happening to himself to feel bad about it

favourite line: uhhh cant get the list up right now because im at work but the one thats like "Anyway... MUAHAHAHAHA!!" because I personally adore changing expressions on a dime and i very well would accidentally digress on my own villain monologue

how i relate to the character: hm... a lot. my interest in ancient history is probably the easiest to explain without needing to get my mental health talks out of the back. also his speech patterns and physical actions! i also hold my hands in front of my face when i laugh, and i just hold my hands in a very similar way in general

secondhand embarrassments: trying to imagine him attempting to apologise to everyone. it makes my skin crawl itd be sooo awkward. turn out well, yes, but ughhhh

and he is, absolutely, neither a cinnamon roll nor a problematic fav. hes a fucker (affectionate)

[onewhoturns]

A-Z game debrief 5/25: Escape Academy (2022)

Developed by: Coin Crew Games Published by: iam8bit, Skybound Games

"Welcome to Escape Academy. Train to become the ultimate Escapist. Solve Puzzles. Hack Servers. Meet the Faculty. Brew the perfect cup of tea. Escape Rooms in single player or co-op with a friend - local or online!" Steam tags: Escape Room, Puzzle, Multiplayer, Online Co-Op, Visual Novel, Adventure, Local Co-Op, Co-op, Casual, Mystery, Story Rich, 3D

Estimated time to 100% (according to hltb): 6hrs How long steam logged me playing to 100%: 5.4hrs How long I actually spent 100%ing: 5.4hrs

# of achievements I started with: 0/27 # of achievements I ended with:

Rarest achievement (according to steam):

Toughest achievement (according to me):

(or, because Scheduling:)

Favorite thing about the game: Solid puzzles! Most if not all of the puzzles made sense, and the hint system was incredibly comprehensive, opposed to some more opaque escape room games.

[all my blog posts about it]

Thoughts after the fact: Ughhhh I wish this didn't make me motion sick. On the plus side, I was able to play in short bursts, but damn. Glad it wasn't as bad as The Witness, which was completely unfinishable. I also wish that the main game was a little longer? Like I wish we got another 4 rooms or so mixed in there.

Personal rating: 7/10 (great puzzles, but good god I hate getting motion sick)

The E game poll results:

Next poll up is for G!

[kimjiwoong]

i don't know why ppl feel the need to talk about other ppl's bodies like pls stop complimenting girls for looking skinnier it's sooooo bad

[swordwife]

hhjjhghfjhjh look at him...

husband.... oughhh.... he’s so cute....  I feel like i’ve melted into a puddle over this

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

hiiii!!

Ok from the prompt list you rbed

6. “Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”Ok hear me out S5 Spence with either enemies -> lovers or new BAU reader and the team is dumbfounded that Spence even let reader touch his hair let alone braid it.

Here you go! (wc: 1400) & i just might add some more stuff to this for a full length fic idk let me know! edit: ughhhh i forgot the team's reaction

It was hard for Spencer to read you at first. He's pretty sure it was the fact that you were disarmingly kind to him, that it through him off. It wasn't to say that the rest of his team wasn't kind to him. They were — in their own ways. But there was something about you stood out to him.

In his pursuit to figure out why, Spencer tried his best to maintain a professional boundary. But that proved to quiet difficult given the line of work he found himself in.

Ever since JJ's maternity leave, you've filled in her position as Media Liaison, something you proved yourself to be very skilled in. Part of Spencer was jealous of your ability to talk to random strangers because it was the one difficulty he faced at work. But another part of Spencer, a part that he tried to save for his wildest dreams, was jealous that you didn't use those skills on him. He longed for someone who truly accepted him without hesitation and he wished even more that that someone could be you.

Spencer tries to hide his exhaustion behind an excessive amount of coffee. The rundown police station that the BAU found themselves in this week had half-way decent coffee, but to Spencer, who hunches over the table with map spread out in front of him, the coffee is the elixir of life.

"Here," you say, swapping the cup of now cold coffee for a steaming cup of tea, "It's good for stress,"

Spencer whips his head up towards the source of the voice. His perpetual thoughtful look melts as his mind focuses on you. The scent of the peppermint tea wafts towards him. He reaches down to grab it, nodding thanks as you smile back at him.

"It's good," Spencer says, noting that you've added the perfect amount of sweetener for the tea, "Did you know that the menthol properties present in peppermint tea are known to reduce muscle tension and thus act as a natural relaxant of sorts,"

"I did," you say, taking a sip of your own tea, "I'm pretty sure a genius friend of my told me that once. He's very smart. Probably the smartest person ever. But I'm biased,"

"Oh," Spencer says, taking a bigger gulp to avoid conversation. He settles for burning his tongue rather than confronting whatever feelings he has for you.

"It's you," you clarify, nearly making Spencer choke on the hot tea, "You're the brilliant genius I'm talking about,"

"Oh," Spencer says again, wondering to himself if you're know doubting the title of brilliant genius you've bestowed upon him. Maybe not. Maybe not because you called yourself biased when it comes to him. Whatever that means.

"Yeah," you say smiling at him, "I get all my best facts from you, Spence. You're my favorite genius,"

Spencer can't even manage a weak oh this time. He sips his tea, nodding dumbly again as he feels his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He supposes that it's because he's not used to this kind of attention, but he also finds himself longing for it in the same breath.

"Reid!" Hotch shouts, coming barreling down the corner, "Get to work on the geo-profile. Y/L/N is delivering it to the press by 7,"

"Looks like you better get back to work," you say, winking at Spencer as he putters around the small work space.

Despite the peppermint tea he feels anything, but relaxed. And, to himself, he supposes that has something to do with you.

The sound of the jet is something that Spencer got used to quick when he joined the BAU. At first, between the sound of whipping through the air and the fresh horrors replaying in his near perfect memory, it was impossible to sleep. Now it became second nature.

However for some reason it was proving difficult for Spencer to get comfortable. The small couch, that he shares with you, is both too small and too big. It's like some kind of paradox with you. The closer you are, the further Spencer wants to be from you because being so close to you makes it impossible for him to focus. Then again, when he far away from you, it's also impossible to focus on anything.

He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, unable to find that sweet spot that will let him catch up on severely missed sleep. You start to notice because Spencer feels you stir and sit up from your slouched position.

"You can say no, of course," you say, breaking the silence on the jet. Derek sits in the far end listening to music. Hotch buries his head in paperwork with Emily, who attempts to coax him out of his shell.

"Hmm," Spencer responds, "Are you alright?" he asks, his clouded mind unable to focus on anything but your face. He considers that a plus because he really does like your face.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," you tell him, "You just look uncomfortable. You might be more comfortable if you could stretch your legs out. You can rest your head on my lap if you want,"

"On your lap?" Spencer clarifies, having to repeat what you said to confirm you actually said it, "My head?"

"Yeah, Spence. You're so tall, it's really uncomfortable to be crunched up like that," you explain, shifting in your seat to reach for you go-bag. You pull out a blanket, it's crocheted with soft pink, lavender, and butter-yellow granny squares. It looks handmade, "See, I've even gotten you a blanket,"

"S-sure," Spencer says, feeling anything, but sure. You nod in the affirmative and reach your hand out to guide Spencer down.

He feels a little silly as he rests his head on your lap, but when you place the blanket around his upper body and legs, he wonders why he's never done this before. You rest your hands on his back, lightly tapping him. The pressure from your hands is minimal, but enough to remind Spencer that someone is still there. Which, if he thinks about it, is really all he's ever wanted.

Just as Spencer feels himself drifting of to sleep, he feels a new sensation. This time it's your hands in his hair. He feels this powerful, yet subtle tingle from the top of his head to the very bottom of his toes. He's not sure if he likes it or if it's just new and strange.

You must realize Spencer's feelings as he twists his hands over your hands. You stop moving, letting Spencer hold your hands in his hands. He wonders, as he eyes are shut tightly on the brink of sleep, if this is one of those electrically charged moments. He thinks it is, for him at least.

"Hey, hey," you say, hushing the thoughts for a moment, "Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair. I can stop if you want, though. Your hair is just so beautiful," you explain.

Spencer's grateful that his face is hidden from your eyes. Because if you could see him, you'd see the crimson red blush that creeps up his entire face. His body relaxes and his hands return awkwardly at his sides.

"Okay," Spencer says, "That would be..that would be really nice, Y/N,"

You hum in response, already tangling your fingers in Spencer's hair. He has to concentrate on breathing, but other than that he feels like he's flying high above the clouds. He is, technically. But metaphorically, with your fingers braiding his hair, tendering caressing his skin, Spencer feels like he's flying. He feels it deep in his soul and feels how the warmth carries throughout his entire body. Spencer can't remember the last time someone's touched him like this.

"Well that's just hard to believe," you say, causing Spencer a bit of confusion before he realizes that he must have said he last thought aloud, "You're just...I don't very cuddle-able. That's not a word. Sorry, let's go back to being quiet. I'm making a fool out of myself," you say quickly, returning to braiding Spencer's hair. You must have finished one braid because you start up again at by his other ear.

"Oh," Spencer says in return, resting his hand on your thigh. He has to think about it for a moment; silently working up the courage to actually touch you before he does. He moves his thumb in circles over the fabric of your dress pants, "You're right, that's not a word,"

"Nope," you say, "But it's a nice word, if it could be a word,"

"Yeah," Spencer says, wishing you and him weren't on display like you were right now. Maybe if you weren't he'd have the courage to kiss you, "It's a great word,"

[putschki1969]

KEIKO 8th Digital Single Release “Alcohol”

Title: Alcohol Release date: 2022-08-10 Digital/Streaming Link: https://avex.lnk.to/KEIKO_Alcohol

It’s already past midnight in Japan so be sure to SUPPORT KEIKO!! Tweet by KEIKO.

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First reaction: WOW! What a stunning visual!! Her hair looks so freaking adorable and her outfit definitely goes well with the vibe of the song. As for the song itself, meh 🤷 As we all know, I wasn’t particularly impressed with the live version. I’m afraid hearing the studio version doesn’t change my opinion. Ughhhh, I wanna like her music (since she is so obviously into it) but I can’t bring myself to appreciate it. Guess city pop or whatever really isn’t my cup of tea...

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Hands of Time 1-2

Ah yes, a Wu-doesnt-tell-them-shit season

Oh wait!

Thats every season.

COLES HUMAN AGAIN????

HES NOT A GHOST?!?!?!?

WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN

Why does ninjago give us such little context clues. First ronin now this??!?!?

Okay, did some google searching. And the whole goddamn movie Day of the Departed isn’t on Netflix?!?!?!?!

Brb gonna watch it.

For anyone who doesnt have Tubi or amazon: wcofun.net has Day of the Departed

Alright we’re back, I understand whats going on now.

Nya: If I could go back in time, Id tell Mr Saunder we wouldn’t be able to help with the museum…

Zane: Remember Nya, we went back in time once. Things like that aren’t to be taken lightly

Nya: Its a form of expression Zane 🙄

Fjsnfjdirnfjd such subtle foreshadowing

Nya and Kai immediately retelling the story of their parents after they see a portrait, to remind the audience, is hilarious to me

Mr Saunder, museum guy: Refreshing time! hot sweaty work deserves a cool drink!

Kai: Thanks!

Mr Saunders: Enjoy the pickled beet tea!

Nya, Kai, and Lloyd: (Spit it out coughing)

Cole: …

Cole (drops the cup): Oops…! New hands! So clumsy…

Jay: (shrugs and chugs it)

Wait

Waitwaitwaitwait

Ik who Mr Saunders is IK WHO MR SAUNDERS IS

god I just know im gonna be so confused this season. I never deal with time travel shows well.

Ronin and Dareth are helping Misako carry boxes to the new temple 🥺

Dareth and Ronin gossiping and getting impressed over Nyas samurai X suit is so cute

Dareth (wearing the helmet): look out world! Heres comes Samurai D!!!

Misako and Ronin: …

Dareth: What?

Dareth: …

Dareth: The D is for Dareth.

I wish Wu would fight more, hes genuinely good at it

Misako: Dareth please take that off.

Ronin: Allow- (Weird timey thing happens) me…

Ronin: When did I get on top of Dareth… 🤨

Time went forwards FOR A MINUTE?!?!

Misako: its like deja vu but in reverse…

Thats actually a great way to explain it

Jay freaking out over the loud beeping alarm when it doesn’t seem to affect anyone else is the autistic experience.

Zane: Hmmm… this is surprising.

Jay: No, no its not! Ive always had sensitive ears and—

Zane: I meant-

HES AUTISTIC YOUR HONOR

Jay: Oh! temporal energy, of course, EVERYONE knows thats, uh… powerful!

Kai: You, have no idea what temporal means, do you?

Jay:…

Jay: I do not.

HFBSJBFJSBR

Acronix: Control time, control everything…

I mean hes not wrong

Jay just wants to go home 😭

Jay: UGHHHH theres no one at the old monastery! Zanes probably malfunctioning.

Zane:…

Zane: Self diagnostic says negative

Jay (smacks zane over the head): How about now 😁

Zane: No. 🤨

Jay, after complaining and begging them all to go home: WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!?!? TO THE OLD MONASTERY!

Wu: I- I made a mistake…

Wu why are you so shocked you make a LOT of mistakes

Lloyd: Jay! What are you doing!

Jay (jumps off destineys bounty): HEY! Hey you! Im looking for someone! Spinjitzu master, this tall, long beard, goes by the name Wu?

Acronix: Cant say ive seen him.

Jay: hm! Thats odd… cause judging by all the slash marks here! I think you have.

That was such good line delivery

The way he way his voice was exaggeratedly high and happy and then his last sentence went down a notch and he brought out his nunchucks.

This is why hes my favorite character

Its nice that Cole has faith in Jay

Too bad hes gonna watch Jay get fucking wiped

Nya (after getting totaled): sometimes I wish I was still samurai x instead of a ninja…

God it hurts so much to be reminded that Nya never truly wanted to be a ninja

Jay: Wait! Who put you in charge! Why cant I help put out the flames?

JAY… BUDDY…

Lloyd: You really think electricity is gonna stop fire?

Jay:…

Jay: good point.

Jay your better than this 😭

Actually. On second thought. Your really not.

Jay (talking about the monastery): burned down again… man this place just cant catch a break can it.

TRUE.

COLE SAVED WU!!!!

Cole. Why are you grabbing him with your lava hands.

Wu: There is so much to tell you…

Yeah no shit.

Misako and Wu: (flirting as she pours him healing tea)

The ninja: 😐

All the ninja: (rapidly asking questions)

Jay: Who ate my pudding cup?!?!?

Everyone:…

Jay: What?… he said we could ask any questions!

Nya and Kais parents cheek bones are high and regal as fuck. Like damn.

Why does EVERY villain feel like theyre entitled in ruling ninjago

Do you know how HARD that is????

To rule a fucking country?!?!?!

Honestly. Yes. The time power Is the most powerful element. But they arent entitled to everything because of it 🤨🤨🤨

I NEED Acronixs hair right now.

God their dynamic is so funny. Can you imagine your biological twin being 40 years older than you 😭😭😭

How did Krux live 40 years in disguise and solitude and not gain the wisdom that came with age. Like my guy did not contemplate his existence AT ALL.

I dont remember but does newer ninjago episodes remove Lloyds rectangle mouth and Wus vacant yellow one?

Please tell me they do.

I NEEEEED a spin off series of Wus and Garmadons early adventures

…

Do they seriously think they actually defeated Acronix. Did it not cross their minds ONCE that he escaped?????

AAAWWWW jay and Nya are so cute now :)

Jays such a flirt he loves her sm 😭

HFNSJBFJD KAI.

Kai (walking in on jay and Nya about to kiss): hey guys- WOAH SORRY TO INTERRUPT IDIDNTSEEANYTHING (covers his eyes)

Kai: Theres something you need to see! (Turns around with his eyes covered and slams into a wall)

I love Kai sm 🥰

Cyrus borg is so great :))))

Zane: if we want to decide who gets to stop this new samurai, i suggest we assign each of ourselves a digit, then manually engage in a cube with graphical representation of each number, go make a random, unbiased selection.

Everyone:

Zane: Roll dice.

HFNDJTBDJFNBR

Zane can just be so funny for literally no reason 😭😭😭

Gayle gossip (news woman): Ive never seen this much destruction before! Well- i mean, i have. But its been a while! And you never really get used to it….

Just another day in ninjago 🙃

Snakes.

Theyre using snakes.

AGAIN.

WHY.

IM SO TIRED OF THESE FUCKING SNAKES USE SOMETHING ELSE GODDAMMIT

Acronix and Krux are true sibling representation.

Kai: Okay! I dont wanna braaag, but the other day I stopped an elemental master of TIME. So i think I can handle a lousy samurai-

Kai: (Gets fucking totaled)

Cole: (uses his lava earth punch thing)

(Samurai Snakes fall apart)

Jay: YOU DISINTEGRATED HIM?!?!?!?

Cole: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!!!!!!

Okay but WHERE did Krux find these snakes.

Zane helping out Pixals dad (cyrus borg) is actually so sweet

Awwww I remember this part

Water and electricity stop them!!!!!

WAIT WHAT NO WHAT HAPPENED TO ZANE

Krux: I already have my best blacksmiths on making more armor.

No. It is NOT who I think it is.

Istg they better not have imprisoned Nya and Kais parents.

[theitalianratmonkie]

Chapter 1: The Reunion Part 1

SWK Pov

" Ok.... remind me again where we're going?" I said questioningly. You see me, Mk, and Sandy are all going to this place Macaque told Mk about and said the kid and Sandy would enjoy.... butttt he told Mk to not bring me along at all. Anddd with me not trusting him not one bit, I decided to go with them anyway. Buttttt if I wanted to go I would have to go into an actual human disguise and not just put on a hoodie and call it good. So I (reluctantly) put on a glamour.

"Ughhhh Monkey King! I already told you about a hundred times already! Me and Sandy are going to a really cool cafe Macaque told me about. He told me not to bring you anyway so why don't you go eat peach chips on your mountain or something??" MK sighs in exasperation, almost whining.

Okayyyy maybe I wasn't asked to go with them..... BUT! I don't see the reason for me to wear this stupid glamour!

"Yeah yeah.... I still don't get why I have to look like this!" I gesture to myself in my human glamour.

"Because 1. Macaque told me that the owner reallyyy doesn't like you and 2! Because Macaque said that they are very observent to whoever comes into their cafe and if they see you without any glamour in a hoodie an some pants I brought you they would in Macaques words: *'Put your head on a stake and that stake being your own damn staff.'*" Mk explains to me.....

Holy crap! What in Buddha's name did I do to deserve that and why do they hate me so bloody much!?

"What did I even do to them to make them hate me so much!?" I yelled, making MK chuckle nervously.

"Ya see, when I asked Macaque that question he just said: *'Let's just say good old Monkey King did the same thing to them as he did to me.'* and.... I think I understand what he's talking about...." Mk looked at me nervously.

"Bud what do you-" I was cut off by Mk yelling.

"OH LOOK WE'RE HERE AHAHAHAHA!!!!" Mk laughed nervously as he pointed to a sign that says 'Lotus Pond' and a picture of a lotus flower in water with what looks like a tea cup on the lotus.

"Lotus pond huh?" I said looking up at a sign.

"I thought I told you not to bring him, Kid..." An annoyingly familiar voice said and I looked at the source of the voice.

"Macaque..." I said to the glamoured dark haired monkey.

"Wukong." Macaque said glaring at me which I happily returned with a glare of my own.

"Trust me when I say I tried to make him leave but he just wouldn't..." Mk said glancing at me and Macaque smiled at him as he walked over to ruffle his hair.

"At least you tried *bud*! We both know how stubborn he can be." He whispered the last part to Mk, making him giggle.

"Yeah I guess you're right." I blinked looking at the both of them.

"I'm still here ya know." I deadpaned. After I said that they both looked at me then at each other.

"Hey Kid, did you hear that?" Macaque said to Mk, that made the kid go into a giggling fit.

"N-pfft no I didn't." Mk said between giggles.

"Oh that's good because I thought I heard an annoying bug... hmm! Guess not then." Macaque said....wait a damn minute hey!

"Hey! " I exclaimed. That sent the both of them into a giggling fit and after a couple minutes I joined in as well, we were all laughing until we heard Sandy clear his throat.

"Ahem um excuse me shouldn't we head inside now?" Sandy said questioningly.

"Oh! Right yeah sorry about that big blue sort of forgot you were here-" Macaque apologised.

"It's ok! It happens alot." Sandy chuckled and Macaque walked into the cafe with Sandy, MK following behind him. I stayed outside and looked at the sign

"*Something about this feels really off.... I don't like it one bit.*" I thought to myself as I walked into the cafe.

Everything fades to black

No One's Pov

"**I would follow your instincts Sun Wukong**." A mysterious male voice says.

"**After all-** " Three eyes open and the voice chuckles.

"**the journey has only just begun**." *He* laughs manically.

THE END.....**OR IS IT?**

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