#my serotonin has returned at last

[dragoness05]

SCHOOL BUS GRAVEYARD IS BACK

#my serotonin has returned at last #im literally so happy rn #you have no idea how much i missed sbg #sbg #school bus graveyard #ashlyn #ashlyn banner #aiden #aiden clark #logan #logan fields #tyler #tyler hernandez #taylor #taylor hernandez #red #lilredbeany

[dnsbarbie]

DEAR READER | C.L 16 (ONE)

Notes: (This involves an Original Character btw)

* English isn’t my first language and I’m still trying to get back my writing mojo ehehe

* No trigger warnings besides mentions of catcalling ??

*This was written to be intentionally a bit vague since it’s just the first chapter

next parts: TWO | THREE

THE AROMA OF FRESHLY watered plants hit her senses. She exhaled the nature-given scent, producing a wave of serotonin in her body. A hand came up to brush away the brunette locks flying across her face from the strength of the wind. Her eyes gazed upon the calm rhythmic waves of the sea, smiling as the floral fragrance mingled with the salty taste of the air.

She was aware of the consequences. The blissful silence she was feeling had a price and the piper would eventually come for the gold. Nonetheless, she chose to bask at the few moments that she had left. Later, she’d be back to scrubbing at a her boss’ expensive yacht. Getting a nice manicure had been long rendered useless at how easily they’d get chipped.

Glancing down at her hands, a grimaced presented itself on her mouth as she spotted the dirt clinging on the inside of her nails.

As she got lost in her thoughts, she raked at her fingernails to clean through the icky substances. She truly had no qualms working for the rich. Not only do they pay handsomely, they also handed her occasional gift apart from her daily salary.

The amount of times she’d been mistaken for a hooker were extremely unhealthy. She often recalls the eye rolls she’d give the old men who’d whistle at her across the port as if she’s some sort of animal.

Lucky for her, her present employer was far from the elderly rich men, sporting beer belly that prey on girls younger than their own daughters.

Her boss was not passed sixty years of age. Instead of bothering young girls, he has this lovely wife and son whom he never fails to show his unwavering devotion to.

One could only dream of a life like his.

“Natalia!”

And here we go.

“Yes?” She yelled back, turning her body to look at the direction of her boss. She watched his towering stature make its way to the harbor, steps creaking beneath the wooden surface.

He squinted at the glare of the sun behind her head. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

Her eyes widened at the invitation, hands waving from left to right. “Oh! I couldn’t possibly intrude—”

“Nonsense. You’re not.” He silenced her worries. “Come on.” Lending an arm to assist her down the step she was standing on.

Natalia stared at him, her features conveying incredulity. “Right now?”

He peaked at her curiously, slowly tugging her away from the port, taking care not to step on her dress. “It’s passed 6 PM . . .” At his remark, she raised her arm to take a look at her watch.

The hands did indicate a 18:37. Her mouth formed into an “o” at the confirmation. She hadn’t realize she had been dilly-dallying for that long. Her break started nearly two hours prior. The thought to recharge her energy were originally to last only an hour at best.

“I’m sorry— I completely lost track of time,” She apologized, tilting her head up to her boss who simply chuckled at her hushed tone.

“It’s quite alright.” He hummed, returning her gaze. “You’ve finished everything, haven’t you?”

She nodded her head, eyes glistening with pride. “I did! The magazines are back inside the father right cabinet, scrubbed the deck and the body. And I swear— It’s so clean, I could see my reflection ever surface,”

Her enthusiasm brought joy to him, optimg to approve her hard work. “Very good, then.” Natalia spotted his wife by one of the many luxurious cars they own.

A kind smile graced her lips as the pair approached her. “Oh, look at you! What have you been doing?” The motherly scolding tone was anything but scary to Natalia as the blonde woman began to fuss over the her.

“You should really tell her to come inside when she’s done, Toto . . .” Your boss winced at his wife’s glare.

Her graceful hands worked through Natalia damp locks, untangling the knots the had formed on her head. “I must’ve gone for a short swim. . .” She released a laugh to cover up her growing anxiety at the glare she threw her way. “I’m fine, Susie! Just need a shower— if we still have time?”

She glanced up at Toto, who suppressed a playful eye roll, nodding at the smiley girl nonetheless.

“Great! I’ll be back as soon as a can!” Natalia landed a peck on Susie’s cheeks before waving a hand to Toto, running back to their estate.

“That girl. . .” Toto clicked his tongue, but the grin on his face betrayed his true feelings.

“Absolutely adorable,” Susie chipped in, eyes crinkling at her husband’s own glee. But as she stared at Natalia’s retreating form, her expression fell serious. “I thought I told you to tell her that she doesn’t have to work for us anymore,”

Toto strides along with Susie as he answered the question. “I will, later over dinner.”

Susie raised an eyebrow at her husband, arms crossing to her chest. “Dinner? The one you’re having with Fred?”

“Yes— but,” He got ahead of her disapproving look, lifting a finger up to soothe away her frustration. “I’m taking her with me to broaden her connections.”

The enlightenment brought recollection to Susie’s features, heart warming the generous gesture Toto was giving to Natalia. “It’s nice that she knows what she wants, no?”

The tall man agreed, tucking his hands inside his pockets. It had been a nearly a year since Natalia started doing minor tasks for them. In her own faith, when she arrived at their residence, a natural rhythm fell place in her actions. The chores that were usually done by the usual cleaning lady was finished by her.

In her persuading self, she tried to Toto that she could do some of the boat cleaning as well. Of course, he was quick to deny her insistence, stating that her studies are the only thing she needs to focus on.

Natalia Valle was an exchange student from the Philippines. She had passed the examination for the University of Monaco and had been staying in the dorms for the last 3 years. That was until a financial crisis arose between her parents and before she knew it, a wet sponge and a bucket of water was her saving grace to get by everyday.

Thankfully, Susie had found her by the harbor. She sat there, eyes falling close a few times. The bags under her eyes were impossible to miss, conveying her lack of rest. Her hands gripped lightly at a fishing rod. The wooden handle constricted at her hand instinctively as the pull of an object from under the water awakened her spirit.

She flinched, eyes flying open at the force. Susie remembers hearing her devastated groans as the string snapped from its hook, light splashes appeared at the large body of water, indicating the fish’s escape.

One would turn away and go on with their life, Susie would have if she hadn’t seen the distinguish cut on her palm. The one she later turned over to use her fingers as a grapple to dig for another hook and string in her bag.

Getting Natalia’s wounds treated by Susie Wolff was definitely not in her bucket list. But she sat there, trying her best not to look too nervous as Susie herself dressed the long cut on her hand.

Susie didn’t need to make small talk, Natalia thought. Unknown to her, the genuine intentions that harbored Susie’s questions.

From there, Susie struck a deal with her after hearing how she ended up on that port. Susie offered to pay off her last year as a journalism student and her dorm rent. All she wanted in return was for her to graduate.

Of course, disbelief was a natural reaction. To Natalia, she hasn’t done anything special to earn a free pass for her burdens to be lifted off her shoulders.

As she expressed her hesitance, stating that she should not leech off someone else so easily with anything in exchange. Irises expanded at her sheer assertions to at least do something for them in return. To wrap her in solace, Susie agreed to the simple tasks.

Here they were, in the present. Natalia continued to work for her allowance despite Toto’s futile attempts to take the chores off the girl’s hands.

But tonight, he’ll finally be telling him a news that would make her, hopefully, drop all those cleaning supplies.

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Natalia clenched her hands in her lap, settling on admiring the silver bracelet adorned with the crystalline diamonds given to her by Susie last Christmas. Her fingernails chipped at her cuticles, watching the car pass through a series of establishments, deliberately crating a closer approximate to their destination.

The silk of her dress wrinkled at the spot which had had enclosed on her hand, leaving the mark of her worries.

“What’s the matter?”

Toto’s voice made spring her though back, choosing to return Toto’s waiting gaze.

“You didn’t tell me Charles was coming,” She sulked, her whiny tone caught a tug at the corners of Toto’s mouth.

“I knew you wouldn’t go if I told you,” The nonchalance of his shrug expelled a sigh from Natalia.

She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, twiddling with her phone. At the silence, her thoughts scrambled into one idea. One she couldn’t let go, electing to ask it.

“Are you switching teams?”

Toto didn’t seem astonished at her rash query, solely negating her with a soft “No, I’m not.”

The furrow of Natalia’s brows relaxed at his answer, shoulders sagging in defeat. She swore she had it.

The car came to a holt in front of a popular restaurant she was all familiar with. The bright lights twinkled in her vision as the valet opened her door. She tipped her head as a polite greeting, plucking herself from the seat. Her hand drew the rest of her dress out of the vehicle, proceeding to stand her full height.

Toto came to her side, patiently waiting to get herself ready. When she did, she strode with him to the cemented steps where he lent his hand as assistance.

Just one last step to spare before they’re at the door, but heavens had other plans.

“Toto!” An accented voice came calling from below. His joyful exclamation was accompanied by a chuckle similar to his expression.

Natalia found herself turning back as well. True enough, At the bottom of the stairs stood two figures. The jolly French team principal of Scuderia Ferrari, Frederic Vasseur and the team’s golden boy, Charles Leclerc were both wearing matching smiles.

Toto mirrored their smiles, extending a hand to Fred when the pair reached them. Natalia greeted the team principal as well, shaking his hand lightly. When she let go, her eyes wondered to the green eyed individual in front of her.

“Hi,” She chipped, giving him a soft grin to which he responded with a chuckle.

“Good evening, Natalia.” He roamed his eyes through her well-dressed figure. The silk on her body hugged her curves in all the right places. Charles realized he had been staring for quite some time. Fortunately, Toto invited everyone to come inside and start dinner.

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Dinner was going fairly well. The dimly lit hall invoked an air of ease, along with the delectable dishes that have been served. The candles illuminated her face, giving off a warmth through her skin.

She would go as far as to say it was perfect if it wasn’t Charles’ eyes burning into her face. Granted, when she would attempt to reciprocate his stare, he’d look away. Her consciousness made her click unto her phone’s camera, thinking there might be a peculiar substance on her appearance. However, after a few checks every little while, she found no disarray to her make up.

Why was he looking at her like that?

“Natalia,” At the sound of her name, she snapped her head towards Fred, who sat across Toto. “Toto tells me that you need an internship . . .”

The tone of his voice dripped of knowing. Natalia blinked back at him. “Yes, I am.” Was the only thing she could manage as she studied the expression on his face.

Is he? No, surely not.

Fred inclined his body, hands clasped together on the table as a smirk ghosted on his lips. “Well you’re in luck,” No way. “Ferrari’s currently accepting interns. Would you be—”

“Yes!” A hand slapped on her mouth as her voice resounded through the space.

Charles halted the chortle that crawled up his throat, concealing it with a bow of his head.

“Then it’s settled,” Toto clapped Natalia shoulder in a congratulatory amenity, a sense of pride flourishing in his chest. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll drive you to the Ferrari headquarters.”

Natalia could barely contain her excitement at Toto’s claim. She stood up, reaching her hand toward Fred who gladly received it with the same enthusiasm.

“Thank you so much,” The heat of her eyes were beginning to burn, signaling her near waterworks. “This is such an honor, honestly. . .”

“Actually, we’re heading back to Maranello tomorrow.” Charles joined the conversation, peering up at her standing stature. “You can go with me, if you want,”

Natalia didn’t miss the emphasis on the last words, lips curling behind her teeth at the suggestion.

“That would be great,” She nodded, shooting him a grateful look. “Is 9 AM fine?”

Trying to catch Natalia’s gaze, he kept his on her. “Perfect.”

An indecipherable expression crossed Charles’ features, leaving as quickly as it came when Natalia blinked.

This is wasn’t a well thought idea. Natalia was aware of this fact. The thought of spending four hours in a car with Charles sent rippling shudders down her back. Perhaps the yearning to commit to her life long dreams were stronger than the impending discomfort she had to endure for a few moments.

After all, they both agreed never to speak about it ever again. A long car ride shouldn’t be so hard.

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NEXT PART: H E R E

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #charles lechair #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc x oc #f1 poster #charles leclerc fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris #landoscar #oscar piastri #lewis hamilton #lestappen #george russell #lewis hamilton x reader #george russell x reader #pierre gasly #fernando alonso #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #formula one

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Part 4

Welcome back to my little corner of the internet! Get blankets, something warm to drink and enjoy the next chapter of this universe <3

Lots of love,

Livvy xox

Trigger Warnings: There's a negative word for lesbians mentioned, as well as the brief appearance of this seasons antagonists. I will do a trigger warning for every time they make an appearance, I want to keep you all safe. If you want to read after seeing this trigger warning, please do not send me hate afterwards. I have warned you. If anything triggers you, please do not read.

“Natty? Hi!”

You can hear her smiling through the phone as you giddily jump up and down on the spot. 

You don’t care if people are looking at you. 

The fact that you’re actually speaking to Natasha, after what feels like the longest period of your life, is enough to fill your brain with serotonin to last you weeks.

“Hi, baby.” She chuckles. “Excited to hear from me, are you?”

God, you missed her voice. 

You miss everything about her.

So freaking much.

“Very excited, I missed you!” You can’t stop smiling. Grinning even. “Where’s Wanda? Is she okay?”

“Clearly you haven’t missed me that much if you’re already asking for Wanda, kitten.” 

Your smile falters.

“No! Wait!” 

But Natasha laughs and the worry of upsetting her all but evaporates.

Carol watches you, grinning.

Only stopping to cast a defensive glare at a teen who watches you with a disgusted look. 

Subtly turning you so you don’t register the teen. 

You’re telling a story about face planting a door to even notice Carol moving you. 

Your mood is far too innocent to deal with any obnoxious people. 

When Carol is happy you’re still fully consumed by your conversation with Natasha, as well as distracted by the sugary goodness on the counters display, Carol returns her attention to the teen and raises an eyebrow, glaring at him.

When he clocks her stare, the boy’s glare falls from his face but he doesn’t back down. 

“Is there a problem?” Carol asks in a low, warning tone.

The boy doesn’t reply. 

He takes his drink and pastry and walks past, muttering the word, “Dykes.” under his breath so Carol specifically hears it.

She’s just so happy Natasha has you under her spell.

And oh, how Carol wishes she responded. 

Cause a scene over this teen roach who wants to try and hurt you. 

Hurt what’s hers. 

Theirs. 

Their baby girl.

It seems that karma wants this kid almost as badly as Carol does because the second he opens the door; three seagulls go for him.

White blurs tackle him, snatching bits of his pastry, leaving it reduced to nothing but soggy crumbs in his hand within seconds. 

He lets out a startled scream.

In his haste to scramble away with what dignity he has, the boy ends up tipping his coffee all over his white shirt. 

As well as almost losing one of his trainers in the process. 

Carol watches, a smug smile firm on her face as the teenager bats away the seagulls with what remains of his pastry.

The rest of the coffee shop customers are watching too, enjoying the free show.

When the kid lets out a long stream of swear words, it catches your attention and you glance outside too; just in time to see the kid throwing his empty coffee cup to the ground in anger. 

You glance at Carol.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing, baby girl.” She kisses your temple. “Keep on talking with Natty.”

You shrug and go back to looking at the delicious treats. 

Carol’s hand once again finds your own as the boy contemplates coming back into the store. 

But he catches Carol’s gaze - as well as most of the others in the store - and rethinks his options. 

Instead, he swaggers off, trying to keep what little of his pride he had left. 

Which in Carol’s eyes isn’t a lot. 

When she turns her attention back to you, your nose is all but pressed up against the glass counter. 

“Easy there, baby girl. You’re gonna go through the glass if you’re not careful.” 

Carol can’t help the small grimace as you pull back, a nose print staining the glass. 

Groaning about germs as you shoot her a sheepish look. 

“Tell Carol we say hi, baby?” Natasha asks you.

“I will, after I get to speak with Wanda.”

“Oh? Was that an order, little girl?” The red head replies.

“I - no.” 

“Pass the phone to Carol like a good little girl and we’ll forget this happened, understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You hand the phone quickly and get a brief head scratch from Carol in return.

“Stop scaring the small one, baby.” Carol says with a smirk into the phone. “Oh? Is that so?”

Carol’s playful demeanour changes so suddenly it has you nervously biting at your thumb.

“Leave it with me. You’re not staying there for another two weeks.” 

“Two weeks?” You can’t stop the pout from forming.

Carol yanks you to her side and cuddles you close.

“No, baby. They’ll be home in two days like we promised. No later.”

Natasha continues the conversation and Carol listens. 

Sensing your worry, she asks Natasha to pause before speaking to you.

“Go and order our drinks, kitten. Order the sweetest thing that you had your eye on and then find us a table, okay? Everything is fine.” 

“Do you want an americano or a latte?” You ask a little glumly.

Carol leans down to peck your lips.

“Americano, please, baby. With warm milk.” 

You nod, and reluctantly do as you’re told, letting go of Carol’s hand to walk to the till to make your orders. 

Only, as you’re about to open your mouth to greet the lady, Carol shouts your name.

“I’ll call Nat back on my cell. You got a message too, baby.” 

She chucks you your phone and you manage to catch it straight to your chest. 

You wince. 

You don’t even check who it is, instead opting to pocket it so you can order your drinks and treat instead. 

The need for sugar is too high.

They’re going to be gone for two more weeks? How is that even fair?

And what if Carol has to go back?

You’ll be alone once again; being an awkward third wheel to MJ and Peter…eating crappy take out while they are all cuddled up on the couch under the same blanket…

“...hon? That’ll be $13 total.”

“Oh! Sorry.” 

The cashier smiles.

“How will you be paying today?”

“Card, please.” 

Of course when you go to pay, Carol just appears with her own card, and taps it against the machine before you can blink.

“My treat, baby.” She kisses your cheek, smiling when you blush slightly. “I’ll bring the drinks over.”

“Okay,” You lean up so you can kiss her cheek. “I’m waiting for my cookie though. Don’t want you taking a sneaky bite.”

“You don’t want me to take a sneaky bite of your cookie?”

You can hear Natasha’s belly laugh from Carol’s cell and fight back the blush when the server comes back with your treat. 

You just know she heard Carol’s remark with the way she refuses to make eye contact with you. 

“One chocolate chip cookie. Your drinks will be a couple minutes.” 

You go to take your treat from her but somehow, despite being quick, Carol manages to get it before you.

She takes a large bite from your cookie before handing it over to you.  

“Yummy.” Carol says, crumbs falling from her lips. “Good choice, kitten.”

“My cookie…”

You’re pouting and you fully know it. 

“I’ll take another bite if you don’t stop pouting. Go and find us a table.” 

You glance at your cookie and sigh. 

“Fine.”

You turn and jump, a squeak escaping your lips when Carol smacks your ass. 

“Less attitude too, please.”

“Sorry, Carol.”

You set off to find a table and the thought hits you. 

You don’t have a middle ground nickname. For any of them. 

Sure you have their dom titles; but in this case, calling Carol ‘Captain’ just doesn’t work.

You make the mental note to ask Carol this when she joins you. 

You flop onto the sofa seat and sigh, nibbling on part of the cookie that Carol left you. 

“Stupid, big mouth, dom.” 

Your phone buzzes again. 

“If this is you MJ, wanting a hot chocolate, I swear to God.”

But it isn’t MJ. 

No. 

Your body freezes.

It’s your bimonthly texts from your parents.

Coming in with a slam dunk to ruin your mood.

You can’t even bring yourself to open the messages; knowing they’ll be waiting to check for the ‘Read’ icon. 

A request of hers. 

So you opt for blissful ignorance instead. 

Lying your phone screen down on the table, you nibble your cookie and watch Carol talk on the phone. 

You can tell she’s stressed. 

She wants Natasha and Wanda home just as much as you do.

When your phone buzzes again, you shove it roughly back into your pocket; mood officially sour.

The messages will be waiting when you get home.

They will still be waiting. 

You refuse to let them ruin this. 

Ruin the good in your life. 

No. 

You want to live in this bubble with your darling Trio a little while longer. 

Before they come into it and destroy everything. 

Is it too much to ask?

#sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #reader insert #reader #sugar mommies season 2

[maopll]

Can I please request the Heartslabyul boys reacting to you ‘forgetting’ to give them a good morning kiss?

Where's my kiss ?

| twisted wonderland !

⌗:, a/n: good morning kisses are a no from me if I'm not in the mood. ain't nobody wanna give someone a stinky ass kiss 😭 but I'll do it for the sake of this fanfic <3

⌗:, warning: fluff

⌗:, pairings: ace, deuce, trey, riddle, cater w/ gn!reader

ACE TRAPPOLA

You always give him a goodnight, good morning and a goodbye kiss. you've never forgotten to kiss him. if there are days when you haven't kissed him he will demand them no matter what the situation and you have to listen to him whims.

today you had other plans. what if you don't kiss him? you couldn't resist yourself after seeing other people do it too.

so here you are getting out of bed sneakily after not giving him a kiss. you went with your daily chores after you saw a dishelved ace telling you "Where's my kiss? :("

he looked like a three year old after having their candy stolen. you were trying your best not to laugh at his state but he caught onto your lips curling up.

how DARE YOU

he made it a point to you to always kiss him so why were you depriving him of his sole way of getting his daily dose of serotonin?

he annoyed you to have you kiss him and ofcourse you obliged! you just can't miss the feeling of his soft cheeks against your lips as you smother his face with kisses.

DEUCE SPADE

he is such a sweet boyfriend that he actually got really hesitant to ask you why you did not kiss him good morning. he thought maybe you were angry at him for whatever he has done and he got really tensed because he couldn't remember what he did to annoy you enough to not even kiss him :(

he slowly hugged you from behind and started apologising like crazy and he even said "love I'm sorry for what I've done I really am but please don't hate me too much to not even kiss me"

deuce may put up a good behaviour infront of others showing how perfect he can be but his behaviour of being like that absolutely melts in your arms when you kiss him. he is very different from how he shows himself to be in front of the public eye.

you weren't answering because you were trying your best to hold in your laughter but he caught on the way your shoulders were shaking and you definitely were not crying because he knows your acts and behaviourisms like the back of his hand

he is so mad at you now for trying to prank him like that

"I can't believe you [name] I'm going"

"WAIT COME BACK BABY IM SORRY"

He didn't reject your kisses and daily dose of affection.

TREY CLOVER

he is not thinking that much about how you 'forgot' to give him his morning kiss after waking up in his arms after cuddling so much with him last night

he knew it was another one of your shenanigans so he wasn't quote bothered by it until he has had enough

your kisses are like a lucky charm to him even if they may have some kind of placebo effect on him he still believes it's your kisses that makes him have a good day.

at the end of the day he returned with most of his energy exhausted because he had a pretty bad day because of you forgot to give him something.

"baby I know what you are trying to do...please kiss me I can't do it anymore"

you kisses him on his forehead, cheeks, eyelids, and lips and he wants more now.

you two shared kisses and cuddles for an hour until he has had his fill.

poor baby held whatever piece of patience he had throughout the day until he got to you.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

he wakes up with your morning kisses but today he woke up a bit late because you did not kiss him

he was so agitated because he was getting late for his class by 2 minutes !!

how could you do this to him !

off with your head /j

he was genuinely offended and annoyed because you did not give him his energy boost for the day

he flipped at whoever crossed his way because you just committed a big crime

ace and deuce were scared of him getting so angry so they brought you infront of him to take matters into your own hands and they were too afraid of doing something that might make him render them immobile or something.

they left the school ground to leave you two alone to do your bidding...more like get his emotions checked

a kiss on the cheek was enough to turn his full face blushing red like the tart he was eating.

he coughed and said blush still evident on his face "I will accept this kiss as a form of your apology towards the behaviour showed me today...don't do it again [name]...please"

you heard most of what he said but that "please" was so soft cause he mumbled it but you caught onto what he said.

with a cheeky grin you continued painting his face with kisses

ace and deuce heaved a sigh of relief as their dorm leader finally isn't angry anymore

CATER DIAMOND

I definitely did not forget about cater

Usually you two have a kiss fight(?) in the morning. the first one who wakes the other one up with kisses has to have the other give them kisses for the whole day including cuddles and a whole lot of affection

usually you would win but today you were feeling devious so you got out of bed without kissing him. he was a bit awake but his eyes bust open when you cooly opened the door and went your merry way

he sat up straight and grabbed his phone ready to cancel you out on social media

how could you do this to him

so he pestered you throughout the day

he told you and practically gave you a presentation on WHY you should kiss him

you were soon growing tired

you wanted to prank him but looks like it's an uno reverse moment now

you finally gave in and kissed him which shut his yapping.

he was silent for a while but he soon recovered and returned your kiss

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst ace #ace x yuu #ace fluff #twst deuce #heartslabyul #heartslabyul x reader #deuce x yuu #deuce fluff #twst trey #trey fluff #trey x yuu #riddle x yuu #riddle fluff #twst riddle #cater twst #cater x reader #cater diamond

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Alright folks, final Qsmp post of the day (--will have mentions of the Forever situation fyi--)

The prison event was very fun and I got some good laughs (especially from the therapy session). I'm glad to be back and have broken the ice after being radio silent for like 3 weeks.

Going forward, I don't think I'll be as emotionally invested with the lore as I was before with Forever's content, and him not being here is still weird for me. There's moments that feel so much like he should be there, and references that I know would've been made if the server wasn't collectively ignoring his existence. I understand why they're doing that, and I'm not saying they shouldn't. I remember seeing some posts after the initial blow up saying it would probably feel off for a while before the server found a way to fully move past it. Its completely understandable, just like I hope its understandable that people like me still feel sad and hurt over the loss. That'll take a while, and I'm sharing this cause I hope this can resonate with anyone who feels the same.

Oddly enough, this whole situation gave me the opportunity to step back and learn a lot about myself. Hyperfixations are a big deal for ND people, it can be life consuming, and as much as I stand by the fact that everything would've been astronomically better if this never happened... I do think it helped me analyze my own brain in a way I didn't before, issues I had been ignoring or hadn't realized. There's a lot to life, and sometimes you lose sight of that when you're zeroed in on one thing 24/7. I'll still think about the cubito and consume content of him until I naturally lose interest (shout out to the other former Forever fans who are doing the same, separating character from CC of course), but from here on the Qsmp is something I'd like to just have fun with. Something for creativity and culture, but as a fun hobby rather than a serotonin lifeline. This may sound dramatic, but you never know what's happening in someone's life, and what they use to keep themselves going when nothing else is going right for them. Its why this kind of content exists, and I'm thankful for what this server provided when I was still figuring myself out. Even with the situation, I don't want to forget about any of it. But I think I'm ready to take a new and healthier approach this time.

Having said that, I'm glad I could be here for today, and I want to continue being in this fandom until the server itself is ready to end. The Prison Event, whether planned in advance or last minute, was honestly a really great way to give a bit of a blank slate for people still feeling weird about Forever's absence. It brought a new premise disconnected from him and gave people like me a reason to come back to livestreams. I'm glad to have broken the ice and to know that I can come back to the Qsmp fanbase and content, even if its different this time, I'm glad its there for me to return to when I feel like it.

There's a billion drafts for other fandoms and topics that I want to get through, and I'd like to be more consistent with them since my Qsmp hyperfixation has calmed down a bit. But I'll be here, sometimes blogging, sometimes just vibing. Its good to be back, I missed all of you a ton. See you at the Inmate Crucifixion <3

#personal #mcyt #qsmp #forever situation #bit of a vent post #hugs to anyone who feels the same #and thanks for taking the time to read #love you to bits #<3

[roseharpermaxwell]

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Two)

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry. 

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems. 

Here's Part One if you missed it.

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Two) below:

Yours, Draco by @drarrytrash. T, 3.5k. MCD All that's left are 15 letters, and then those are gone, too.

Let Me Count the Ways by @thebooktopus. E, 3.5k. Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Thunder Moon by @maesterchill. E, 3.6k. Just like the first rumbling growls of thunder in the skies, a 'thunder moon' is a harbinger of storms and turmoil. During this rare night in July, many wix notice an increased difficulty balancing heart and head, instinct and morality, and even their own desires versus the wishes of their loved ones.

For those who have been bitten and turned, like Harry Potter, this struggle is magnified tenfold.

When his mate is attacked, will Harry be able to face down the monsters in the shadows, and inside himself... for the man he loves?

Perfectly Imperfect by @phdmama. E, 3.6k. Harry is about to have sex with Draco Malfoy. The only thing that’s weird about that sentence is that it’s not weird at all.

Re: Harry’s Crush by @lettersbyelise. T, 3.7k. Ever get that feeling you're being talked about behind your back? Harry doesn't, he's too busy being stupidly, obviously besotted with the guy in the lab downstairs. A fic where the interdepartment betting war at the Ministry gets out of hand, Millicent and Hermione get scheming, Harry Potter ends up wearing black eyeliner, and everybody ends up getting more than they bargained for. Companion piece: Featherlight, T, 1.3k. 

Let’s go dip it low (then you bring it up slow) by @andithiel. T, 3.7k. Draco was not prepared to run into Potter in a Muggle gym, especially not a provocatively dressed, dancing and flirtatious Potter. 

Absurd by Blowfish_Diaries. E, 3.7k. When Draco discovers a kink that Harry's been hiding from him, he has no choice but to explore said kink, right? Right.

Do You Want to Bet on That by phdmama. E, 3.7k. 

Are you ready now by phdmama. E, 3.7k. 8th year. Truth or Dare. That's it. That's the fic.

Limits of Earth and Sky by @jackvbriefs. E, 3.8k. Again and again, Draco Malfoy returns to the public eye only to attempt the most challenging broomriding feats Wizarding Society has to offer.  Again and again, Harry Potter watches him do it and wonders why.

Come As You Are by @peachpety. E, 3.8k. If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up.

Or: the one where an inconvenient erection brings them together.

Fruit Stand by @drarrily-we-row-along. M, 3.8k. Harry never skives off of work; he's never taken a day off, not even when he's sick.

But today is the day. He goes off for a drive and comes across a farm stand that changes his life forever.

Matching Pair by @the-starryknight. T, 3.8k. Harry Potter was possibly the last person Draco had expected to find standing at the foot of his favorite portrait at the Tate Magique. And yet, there he is, looking incredibly fit and monopolizing the attentions of the portrait. It's not bloody fair.

sink your teeth in by @softlystarstruck. E, 3.8k. Harry, or the wolf, or the wolf-that-is-Harry, is possessive. But he's trying not to show it.

Draco, though? Draco wants to be wanted.

Small Things by seefin. G, 3.8k. The Death Eaters went to the village early one morning before anyone was awake, and now the village is empty, apart from the Aurors, and the Order, and several now-stray dogs that sleep in an open garage on the side of one of the oast houses. 

August by @wolfpants. M, 3.8k. Summer, 1998. Harry Potter arrives at the Manor to return Draco's wand. The problem is, he keeps coming back.

The Metamorphmagus Needs a Bath by @aprofessionalprotagonist. T, 3.9k. Despite doing their best to avoid each other, Draco and Harry are tasked with babysitting Teddy Lupin... together. That's not going to be awkward at all.

Under Your Skin by @p1013. E, 3.9k. He initials another section and flips the page. Being a junior Auror is a lot more grunt work than he expected, and the paperwork isn't even the worst of it. He's also managed to catch intake duty. It's getting close to 2 AM, there hasn't been a single arrest brought in tonight, and he's still got another six hours before his shift is over. Rubbing a hand over his face, he prays for something, anything, to make the interminable evening better.

Oxygen by Maesterchill. T, 4k. Draco doesn’t smoke. Except when he needs to breathe.

Watch Out (here I come) by phdmama. E, 4k. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Hermione mutters, her smile never faltering. “Harry, stop it.”

“Stop what?” Harry mutters back, not looking away from the grey eyes narrowed in his direction, as the man himself mouths what? Harry gives up on the punch and signals the bartender, asking for whiskey.

“If you’re going to eyefuck Malfoy, I’m going to go find Ron for a dance,” Hermione says, turning to set her glass down on the bar behind her.

The Waking Lights series by @magicalrocketships. T, 4k. Draco Malfoy ends up reinventing himself. On Instagram. And TikTok, as it turns out. 

rawhide on your polish series by softlystarstruck. T, 4k. Draco acquires a new interest in Muggle Studies.

Two Lies and a Truth by phdmama. E, 4.1k. 

Eyes on Me by Saras_Girl. T, 4.1k. Harry cannot dance. Will not? Better not.

Cupboard Love by @shealwaysreads. G, 4.1k. Harry’s life, and love, in food.

Still Waters by @iota. M, 4.1k. Coincidence brings Harry to the same alpine lake as Draco for summer field research, kicking off a month staying in a shared tent, endless opportunities for swimming and self discovery, and maybe a little studying too, if Harry has time.

in his hands by p1013. E, 4.2k. Draco’s got a bit of a thing for a certain part of Potter’s body. No, not that.

To Be Honest by shealwaysreads. M, 4.2k. Malfoy’s not fucking anyone. Harry’s curious. He’s just curious.

A Gentleman of Good Conceit by MaesterChill. M, 4.2k. Harry worships me, hungers for me. Facts are facts. What's also a fact is that I'm egotistical, an utter snob, and totally impossible to live with. But then, when has the impossible ever stopped Harry Potter?

Thirst by @fluxweeed. E, 4.4k. The path of Malfoy’s scent is obvious; Harry hasn’t fed for days, so his senses are sharp. Deadly. And Malfoy smells so good.

dive (and have no fear) by @callmegri. T, 4.5k. Draco Malfoy loves baths, but has no access to bathtubs. Harry Potter loves his friends, and has many of said bathtubs. It makes perfect sense to call Draco over to have a bath. ...Right?

Even Children Get Older by @lou-isfake. M, 4.5k. It started with don't wake the baby.

Good For You by @dodgerkedavra. E, 4.5k. Draco has only ever wanted to be a very good boy. He has no intention of blurting that out to Harry Potter at pub night.

But It's Better If You Do by louisfake. M, 4.6k. “This is exactly where you like me, isn’t it,” Malfoy mutters hoarsely in his ear, and Harry hears the unspoken beneath you, defeated. Harry laughs softly, lowering his arse onto his lap. The burlesque!Harry fever-dream oneshot that nobody asked for. 

Tastes Like Soap by InnerLilith. E, 4.6k. Harry goes to the foam party hoping to finally have casual sex. Draco goes to the foam party expecting yet another night of casual sex. Harry and Draco do not have casual sex.

Passably wrecked by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 4.6k. “Potter,” Malfoy says, sitting down next to him at breakfast. “I think we should have sex.”

Lucid by @dracoladon. E, 4.7k. Harry's not sure what makes him harder; listening to Draco talk about astronomy, or shagging Draco so thoroughly that he can't talk at all. Both, probably.

Amber by @slytherco. E, 4.7k. Despite his numerous flings, Harry's thoughts keep circling back to Draco, only half-aware of his perpetual draw where they're not strangers, not-quite friends, but definitely something. When they both get played by the same person, Harry and Draco find a way to get back at him, and maybe get something extra out of it as a result.

When The Party's Over by @sweet-s0rr0w. E, 4.7k. Parties aren't quite so much fun when you're accidentally bonded to your sworn enemy. At least, that's what Harry thinks at first...

Sports Star by @moonflower-rose. E, 4.8k. Life as a professional Quidditch player involves a strict routine, and more hydration than Harry could have imagined. He's happy to follow the rules, but he does keep one little strategy to himself, his secret to success on the pitch.

Unfortunately, that secret is about to be exposed to Draco Malfoy.

As Easy As That by Moonflower-Rose. E, 4.8k. Trust Potter to be the target of a rogue bonding spell from a crazed fan. Trust Draco to try and leap in front of it.

Still Warm, Still Warm by @tsauergrass. G, 4.8k. The oranges ripened and grew heavy; the branches dipped under their weight. They picked some for breakfast every morning: Harry twisting the fruit off with a snap, Draco carefully tugging each one off.

Harry peeled an orange and handed a wedge to Draco.

Their fingers grazed, and Draco took it. The tender flesh; if he pressed just a little harder with his fingers, it would burst into a juicy mess.

Harry is up to something. Why else would he keep giving Draco presents?

Dinner and Diatribes by @ohdrarry. E, 4.8k. Socialising isn't Harry's thing. Draco does his best to help.

And if his idea of helping is a touch skewed– well. Harry isn't complaining, is he?

Game On by @pennygalleon. T, 4.8k. Draco blows Harry a kiss and the press goes nuts. Harry suggests they use this to their advantage.

City by the Bay by @caitlincheri28. M, 4.8k. Draco Malfoy had made all the wrong choices. After his time in Azkaban, falling in love with Harry Potter over parchment and ink, he decides he must attempt to make the right ones. Even if it means sacrificing his heart.

Dirty Fucking Dangles by p1013. E, 4.8k. The first time Harry watches Malfoy skate to the blue line, Harry can't drag his eyes away. His footwork is insane, and Harry's captivated. It doesn't hurt that when Malfoy takes his helmet off, his blond hair is plastered to his head like burnished gold and his eyes are the same color as an Alberta sky in midwinter. It doesn't hurt that Malfoy skates like he was born for it, that his puck handling makes Harry's breath catch, that when Malfoy scores—top shelf, hard enough to knock the goalie's water bottle off the net—he grins like a sunrise, too bright to look at and warm enough to make Harry sweat.

Float by @shiftylinguini. E, 4.9k After a night out, Harry wakes up feeling like he slept on concrete, like his body's made of sand, like he accidentally pissed on his housemate the night before.

Because he did accidentally piss on his housemate the night before.

Ferrety Little Mouths and How to Snog with Them by fluxweed. M, 4.9k. “I don’t think the size of your mouth has much to do with how good at kissing you are. People with ferrety little mouths can be good snoggers too.”

“You’re clearly an expert. You’ll have to teach me.”

sending my love all over you by @cavendishbutterfly. E, 4.9k. Draco figures out he’s got a praise kink. Harry figures it out faster. Or: five times Harry talks Draco to orgasm and one time Draco tries returning the favour

Fading in Love by Andithiel. E, 4.9k. Draco’s Dark Mark is fading, and everyone thinks he’s up to something. Everyone except Harry, that is, since he’s been too busy keeping his fuckbuddy situation with Draco a secret.

Continued in Part Three! (And here's Part One, if you missed it)

Give the authors some love! I also adore hearing if you found a new favorite fic or author.

I’ll be regularly adding to this, so if you’re seeing this as a reblog, feel free to check my Master List of Recommendations for the most current list. If you see yourself and you’re not tagged, or I've got a broken or misdirected link, please let me know!

#drarry fic rec #drarry fanfiction #drarry fanfic #hp fanfic #drarry

[indigoraysoflight]

What is Caryl's Future?

So Melissa McBride is returning to the new spinoff, and I am beyond excited to see her on my screen again. Seeing her happy made me tear up with happiness myself. I joined the fandom late last year, so I genuinely worried I would never see Carol again. So seeing her beaming in France – was the serotonin boost I desperately needed. I’m still thinking about the joy on her face. She deserves every bit of it. 

Even though I wasn’t here when the spinoff was canceled, I’ve spoken to enough Carylers to see the scars last year has left behind. Everyone has fought and waited for this moment. And most I have spoken to are cautiously optimistic for the future. 

Here’s where I stand.

Am I curious about S1? Yes. And I hope there are enough meaningful Caryl clues woven into the storyline to show us where Daryl’s heart has always belonged from the beginning. But will I subscribe to AMC and watch S1? No. Whether I subscribe to watch S2 and beyond depends on a few things.

I’ve formed my own opinion around this spinoff, and for me, it’s simple: Daryl loves Carol. Carol loves Daryl. They love each other, and most importantly — need each other. Anything less than that will never be enough 

I don’t have the energy for (and won't tune in for): 

Endless ship baiting – Manufacturing shippy tension that literally won't amount to anything is just that. Manufactured content that feels inauthentic. And I won't tune in for another 3-4 seasons of what I sat through in TWD. In my opinion, it dishonours Daryl's character development.

Separate arcs that don’t connect – I understand different characters have their own identity, and S1 will just be Daryl. Although I adore Daryl, I signed up to watch the Caryl spinoff. So if the goal is bringing Caryl together, the separate arcs should serve a purpose. I can't handle more of what we saw in S6-8 and S11.

The Caryl spin-off I want to watch includes: 

A Romance – I’ve watched 11 seasons of TWD where Daryl and Carol kept moving closer together. From the moment he handed her that pickaxe to the moment he told her he loved her, Daryl and Carol were always headed toward romantic canon. Their relationship was written as romantic (confirmed by a showrunner, mind you). As the longest-standing duo from TWD, they deserve their happy ending.

The Daryl we love – I fell in love with the Daryl who held Carol together every time her world fell apart. The Daryl who would do anything for his family. The Daryl who was vulnerable, who carried Judith in his arms and fed her formula, the Daryl who cried when he was hurt, who carried a self-help book to deal with his trauma. And most importantly, the Daryl who saw and loved Carol through it all. 

Melissa <3 – I adore Melissa McBride with every fiber of my being. And it physically hurt me to watch her get sidelined in S11, even though she was a lead actress on the show.

I trust Melissa’s judgement completely. If she has signed on for S2, I know she’s doing her best to honour herself and honour Carol’s story. I want that to reflect on my screen and on how she is promoted for the show. 

Soulmatism – The reason S10 was one of my favourites was because of every moment of soulmatism we saw between Daryl and Carol. I want to see more meaningful moments between them that connect to their overall story. With some old callbacks and new Caryl motifs. They should mention each other, or think about each other in moments when they're apart. They should include meaningful Caryl threads that converge when they reunite.

A name that reflects it all – Lastly, I want to see the show come up with a name that honours them and their journey. 

S11 broke many people’s hearts, including mine. If you’re one of these people who went through tough times last year and struggled with darkness because of what happened — I see you. 

I’m sure you have your own story about what Caryl mean to you. Maybe you just enjoy good ol’ slow burn romances. Maybe you find comfort in their connection. Maybe they’ve helped you navigate some deep and dark moments of your life. Maybe they’ve helped you find your strength or taught you how to hope.

Whatever your “why” may be, you’re here because Caryl is important to you.  

It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. It’s okay to feel cautiously optimistic. It’s okay if you’re afraid of getting your heart broken again. And it’s also ok if you’re simply excited to have Melissa back. Last year was difficult, and having layered feelings about the spinoff is okay.

Caryl deserve their happiness.

You know what S11 showed me? AMC had trouble gauging what its audience wanted to see. That was clear enough by how Caryl kept getting separated and Melissa kept getting sidelined.

The more AMC hears us speak about what we want, the more they know what we’ll show up for and tune in for. And I see that as a win-win for Carylers, AMC, and everyone who’s involved in making the show. To me, it feels like doing what we can to make sure Caryl get the story they deserve.

Which is why I personally think it's important to speak more about your dealbreakers regarding the new spinoff. Make posts of your own. Talk about it on social media. Discuss with other Carylers.

Your voice has power. Make your voice heard.

Whether you share my sentiment above or not, I appreciate you reading this post. In the end, we all want Caryl to be happy. Here’s to hoping that one day soon, our redneck and his silver-haired queen get to ride off into the sunset together.

Remember that Caryl belong together. Always have, always will. Nothing changes that. To us, they'll never be ashes.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #daryl x carol #carol x daryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol #caryl is endgame

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

I can’t believe it’s been a year since I got this game and nine months since I started this blog. Unfortunately, the timing of me getting sick twice in a row these past couple of weeks means I wasn’t able to finish a fic in time to celebrate, but I’m determined to get one out soon! 💚 but I can’t let today pass me by without at least waxing poetic about this game, the community and their impact on me :)

cw: workplace abuse, childhood emotional abuse

This time last year, I was in a very abusive work environment. I was pushed well beyond my limits by people who didn’t care about me or the concerns I raised to them. I was told to shut up, that others had the same workload even though I clearly had more on my one-person “team.” I was a scapegoat. I began having weekly performance reviews in which typos in emails were put in the spotlight and heavily questioned/scrutinized. In the end, they fired me, HR refused to return calls from potential employers to verify employment, and they barred the few coworkers I actually liked from giving me recommendations (I only know because I aggressively pressed one of them after she rescinded an offer to help me), effectively making it twice as difficult to get any new job. I’m in therapy to recover from this experience, but I still carry a large amount of bitterness towards both my former job and myself, and I don’t know if it will ever fully leave me.

I am grouchy and short-tempered. I don’t consider myself to be a nice person or a good friend. My previous work experience solidified what an entire childhood of emotional abuse stemming from my neurodivergence taught me: it’s better to have no trust and be prepared to get angry if people think they can step on me; cut others off at the smallest sign of danger and keep myself at arm’s length from everyone unless absolutely necessary; calculate weakness in my bullies’ tactics and exploit it.

When I first got Hogwarts legacy, I would play maybe a couple hours every week. But what started out as an escape has become a source of healing. I see so much of myself in some of the characters, and seeing some of my pain, mistakes and flaws mirrored in them has given me the ability to give myself a little grace. I see so much of myself in Ominis, and my rabid need to write him receiving the love and healing I want/need has been extremely therapeutic.

Joining the HLDS dev team was the best thing I ever could have done. I’m finally starting to feel like I can trust some people a little more. The other discord server I’m a part of has been such a positive experience for me too, and I really do love and appreciate everyone there for being so nice to a grouch like me, even if I’m not really sure how to express that most of the time lol. The moots I’m regularly messaging/reblogging/responding to are so important to me. I am so happy you enjoy talking to me, because I adore talking to you too and seeing your notifs gives me such a huge serotonin boost.

Thank you to everyone who makes room for me in discord servers and reads my tumblr posts and talks to me about this game that’s had such a huge impact on me. It really does mean so much more than I could ever express. 💚

#hogwarts legacy #huge middle finger to my former employers obvs #I am now thriving in a way better job in spite of their bullshit and I will continue to spite them for the rest of my natural life #ODD has never been a diagnosis for me but I really do enjoy spiting others with positivity #that goes for both my former employers and anybody tempted to punch down re: my neurodivergence :)

[taehyungfirst]

You said, “What are your previsions for the 2025 bts reunion? What do you think they will do? What about solo paths?”

Not sure what to expect, but here’s what’s rattling around in my brain:

- The bar is quite high now so how will Jin keep us occupied until June 2025?

- Clearly the first tour needs to be entirely shirt optional

- I’m expecting some rappelling during Bon Voyage or possibly jumping out of airplanes

- Jin will constantly be remarking on the fact that he has the highest rank

- Tough Mudder Run RTS? Or maybe Wipeout or Ninja Warrior?

- On the professional front, clearly the sites are set on a World Tour to end all World Tours with a goal to become the highest grossing ever - they will upgrade to a 747 for travel

- If he doesn’t release more music this year, JK will when he returns before the World Tour

- It will be revealed that Taehyung has his own management for solo activities

- Taehyung stars in a Hollywood movie a la Call Me By Your Name

- Jungkook needs to find an appropriate place to do his Lives because there’s no way we’re seeing that house

Seriously, though, I hope they can find a pace that doesn’t burn them out!

Hi hello!

- Jin will drop an album, he will do some stages here and there, he will get the brand deal and lots of photoshoots with it, then Hobi will be back and it will be his turn again

- Shirt optional as in naked on stage? Because I think Taehyung would agree, seeing how Jk undressed him that time in Busan sc

- What about Taehyung showing the members how to jump off an airplane?

- Run BTS starting again may be my source of serotonin (pole dancing like they hinted in one of the last eps?)

- I really hope the world tour will be WORLD tour and not just America and SK/Japan

- I find it hard to believe Jungkook will release music this year because he was so so busy and the time was so packed during golden. If he will drop smth it will probably be smth old

- Taehyung not renewing solo contract is very speculated but I’m gonna hope they won’t announce it because the hate train will be out of this world

- Taehyung gay movie debut we are SAT

- I’m gonna be honest, that one time Jungkook turned on the live while he was going back home and he was live while putting the code for his house I was so frustrated like man please people are freaks turn it on when you’re back 😭😭

#thank you for sharing your thoughts hehe it was fun #ask #bts #blue703 #bts post enlistment

[azlrse]

A Basket Full of Sweets (Crunchy Chip Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: cookie odyssey spoilers, ooc! crunchy chip cookie, overall contains fluff.

A/N: barely posting here due to my unpredictable sadness so writing for Crunchy Chip gave me so much serotonin.

*contains headcanons and a drabble

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

For the sake of this story, let's imagine that Reader Cookie came from the Creme Republic.

I think that when the two of you met for the first time, you're in awe by the sheer size of his wolf companion. Sure that you saw many kinds of wolves and cakehounds but this one? That cream wold definitely won your heart due to his cuteness despite it's size.

The only problem is that you are a bit terrified of its owner. Dressed in so much fur, slicked back hair and eyes that would intimidate the other cookies in your hometown.

The first meeting wasn't so great due to you calling the cute wolf a "cute doggo", which pisses him for a little bit but his annoyance for you quickly subsided when you complimented both him and his wolf companion for being such strong protectors.

Your love for both the cakehounds and the wolves was so strong that you also own a cake hound yourself. Which the huge wolf became nervous when the petite creature began inviting him to play with them (they quickly became friends don't worry ;>).

After you and Crunchy Chip became fast friends, you also learned that this guy doesn't eat anything but bitter consumables from the kingdom where he came from after you offered him sweet jellybeans and warm milk for satisfy his grumbling stomach.

He was hesitant but nonetheless ate those sweet delicacies because he doesn't want you to be upset.

A huge tsundere but has a huge soft spot for you, no buts and what ifs.

And it didn't take long for you to have a crush on him I mean, he's intimidating, short, strong and a chatterbox but you couldn't help but admire him.

Unbeknownst to you, this tough cookie fell for you too ;)))

You keep on telling yourself that your crush towards him was just mere platonic. You admire, loved and sees the captain as a friend but your nervousness and beating heart says it all when he holds your body close to him during Dark Enchantress's attack in the Creme Republic. The way he holds your body close to him makes your checks very warm and red.

You thanked the crimson colored skies for covering your reddening face.

And you just accepted that you fell for your friend and loved and cared for him so much.

His protective nature is also one of his traits you deeply loved towards him. Even when he didn't know those cookies, he and his wolf still protected them and risking his life for them to be safe.

Call me cliché but when Crunchy Chip leaves you to be with the others in the safe zone, the both of you argue (you wanted to help since you didn't want to stand around, doing nothing), that's when he finally confesses his feelings for you.

"I don't want to see the one I loved being killed during the attack! Seeing you hurt and being turned into crumbs was the last thing I'll imagine to the cookie who accepts me for who I am! Just please, stay put and stay here. Do it for me please?"

So you stayed but only if he promises you that he'll be safe and returns to your arms safe. The captain only responded with a kiss on your forehead and smiled meekly before running back to joined the others.

And when the attack was over, you ran towards Crunchy Chip and hugged him tighter causing the both of you to tumble down. Yes, there's small cracks on his body but you didn't mind his injuries, for what matters to you that he was safe.

. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

"I've packed some more sweets for you for your voyage for the Dark Cacao Kingdom. I hope this is enough for you and to your cream wolf." You handed him a basket of your freshly baked pastries and puddings that serves as your farewell gift to the cookie who returned your feelings. It was such a bittersweet moment for the bit of you and despite staying in the Creme Republic for a few months (I know that they stayed there for days but for the sake of this story, they stayed there for months), He ensures you that he'll write you so many letters that he'll poured out those feelings just for you.

"Are you sure that you'll be okay here? You can come with me if you want." You shook your head and hugged him tightly, knowing that this will be the last time you'll be giving him some physical affection. He gladly returned the gesture.

"I'm fine, be careful out there, wolf man. I don't want hear the news that your name will be one of the altars from the place you lived in."

"Hey don't worry about me. Remember, I survived with bitter items and the raging snowstorm back there at the Dark Cacao Kingdom. I'll write for you as soon as I returned home, sweet cheeks."

Unknowingly, the king himself went past you and Crunchy Chip and caught him kissing you (again) on the top of your head while holding both of your hands. "I heard that the port for the airship was damaged from the raging battle moments ago and I can see that a cookie had won your cold heart, Captain."

This startled Crunchy Chip Cookie. He turns around to see his king watching the sweet commotion in front of him. Embarrassed, he apologizes for being so soft and letting his guard down in front of him. "There's nothing to worry about, Crunchy Chip Cookie. Who's this cookie that made the captain in this... kind of state of happiness?"

You took a step forward and bowed this king out of respect. "It was such an honor to meet one of the ancient heroes. I'm Reader Cookie and your captain's frie-"

"Lover! This cookie is my lover, my king!"

He cuts you off, holding your hand with his as he proclaimed to Dark Cacao that you're his significant other. You look at him in shock, stomach buzzing as the butterflies on your stomach became uncontrollable and the warm feeling of love can be felt from the two of you. Seeing his face with determination and pride as he tells his king that he had another reason why he continuously trained hard, not only to guard the kingdom's walls also to protect you with all his might.

And one day, he'll take you back on the Dark Cacao Kingdom to start a life together.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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𝓒𝓗. 𝓘 — [𓅘𓏏] (‘𝓷𝓗𝓽’ | 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu hasn’t blessed a child’s conception in centuries. a sincere young woman afflicted by unfortunate circumstances manages to turn his head. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 9.4k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ um...hello. not me sliding into the pigeon-fucker category at light-speed after hearing his voice the first time. (lying. it’s totally me.) ⤏ this fic was inspired by half-asleep musings at how khonshu would interact with a child, and it quickly devolved from there into a series of vignettes that has given me much more serotonin than a literal mummified birdman should ever have the right nor ability to. ⤏ he’ll definitely be ooc but that’s only because this is the version of khonshu that lives rent free in my brain. (also I promise this ri is not a crybaby. just a lot of shit happens at first and it gets a lot worse before it gets better. plus hormones are a bitch.) ⤏ enjoy. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

Khonshu did not typically observe mortals with whom he had no direct interaction; his avatars were normally the only ones to whom he would speak, and he was invisible to the rest of humanity without expending precious energy to project himself fully into the physical realm. It was easiest on nights when the moon was fullest—but even still, doing so cost power he could scarcely afford to waste, given his separation from the rest of the Ennead and their shared domain. He mostly turned his attention to more important matters than the mundanity of common people who did not need his protection.

Not many mortals, especially outside of Egypt, knew about the Ennead in the present day, and even fewer knew about himself and what he represented—a comparatively microscopic fraction of those actually believed in the Ennead anymore outside strictly academic study, as advanced as their science and reason had become in light of faith towards the intangible powers that were. Thus Khonshu received very little power from the mortals themselves; it was partly why his semi-coalescent state appeared as deteriorated as it did. Relying upon the moon from which to draw his power was taxing at best, and the lack of devotion certainly didn't help.

Threads of dedication bound him to those precious few who did indeed call upon his name for the blessings he offered—protection was the most common, as scarce as it was, and vengeance often spurred him (and thus his avatar) to immediate action when his devoted faithful were wronged in any way. The tethers remained dormant most of the time and Khonshu was quick to address them whenever they did reawaken. New threads would appear occasionally, usually in the passing down of tradition from a parent to a child.

It was this reason that made the prayers of the faithful—even those ignorant to their intentions—that much more potent. It gave him an influx of power that he could scarcely contain, lasting for days at a time. Even passing, thoughtless, lofted pleas for assistance with no specific designation towards their recipient caught his attention. Often he blessed them because no other lunar deity would, too prideful to lay claim to the nameless, half-minded prayers. Khonshu had little other choice.

It was in this way that he found you—by pure, unanticipated happenstance.

The whisper tugged at him, nudging against his greater consciousness like the brush of a hand along his spine. The night was waning, the moon was beginning to descend as the sun caused the edges of the horizon to blush, and his avatar trudged through the balcony entrance to collapse face-first, already half-asleep, into the rumpled bed. The armor dissipated with the quietest susurrations of gauze over flesh, and that designated portion of Khonshu's power returned to him in a steady trickle. He ignored the sound at first, forcing the sliding glass door shut and locking it with short, pronounced gusts of air—this human would get killed from negligence, he knew, due to insufferable forgetfulness. It would serve Khonshu little good to have another avatar die so soon after the last, and this neighborhood wasn't the safest.

The weeping was what turned his head.

Plaintive, sincere heartache thrummed along the link steadily winding around his inner being, like white flaxen thread, coiling tighter and tighter until Khonshu could no longer ignore it—not quite sound, but vibrations that resonated like the echo of the more acute feelings stifled by distance. It was a fist lodged inside his chest, clenching, unyielding even while shaky, measured breaths passed through a clamped throat.

Khonshu slipped out of his tentative, semi-physical state, leaving his avatar to sleep the precious few hours before the day's work would begin, and followed the inexorable draw all the way across the Atlantic in the blink of an eye. London stood tall and winked in the clinging dark, midnight cast in a silvery hue from the moonlight streaming down from between the murky, gray clouds. The crescent moon was nearly spilling with light, full in its glow. The majority of the city was sleeping, but he could sense the nocturnal portion of the population still active in different pockets. Khonshu descended where the thread grew taught, settling upon the roof's edge of a hospital's side building, knee propping the arm curled around his staff as the other leg dangled. Ambulances wailed at his back closer to the reception for the ER and EMTs shouted at each other about the unfortunate victim of an automobile accident, but he paid them no mind. The perpetrator had been negligent, and those inside the opposing vehicle he'd struck with his own were only mildly rattled.

Out in the parking lot of the laboratory, the streetlights scarcely illuminated the scarce amount of vehicles scattered around the tarmac. He tipped his head down to peer into a vehicle that looked too old to be road-worthy, the paint faint and peeling, the tires bald and dry. He sat at such an angle that the driver's arms and lap were plainly visible, but her face was hidden. He focused on her trembling hands, the crumpled sheet clutched in her fingers and the teardrops dampening the paper, and leaned forward. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs that rippled through the tether, one golden-ringed hand lifting to smother the sounds he could only feel spilling from her clenched jaw.

No words were uttered—couldn't be, with the intensity of emotion gripping the young woman—but Khonshu could feel the crests of the tumultuous thoughts inside her mind. Typhoons of grief, cyclones of despair, and shockingly potent spearpoints of self-hatred crested and crashed, making her shake in their wake. He could sense the source of her hysteria without any degree of difficulty, as an image of the hospital's nursery filled with swaddled babes sleeping under warming lamps reared embittered and vile like a viper's bite in the back of her mind.

Her crying intensified in response, unadulterated want squeezing her from the inside, and Khonshu slipped off the edge of the roof to rest on the windowsill one story down to get a closer look.

'Test results negative.'

Ah. Khonshu laid his staff across his lap, arms folding over his thighs. He skimmed through the young woman's immediate memories, humming quietly to himself at the flashes of matrimony, of flying overseas, of making a home. Her husband wanted children more than anything, and she wanted to give them to him—today marked two years of continuous trying. Troubles in her marriage had festered to a breaking point in that time—a rotten combination of occupational complications, interpersonal tensions caused by perceived envy, and constant disappointments—and she was terrified of the looming outcome of the results for this "one last try".

Khonshu watched as she wiped the sticky trails of tears from her cheeks, sucking in a series of deep breaths in an attempt to control her emotions. She folded the damaged sheet carefully, tucking it into her purse in the passenger seat, then turned the key over. The vehicle sputtered and smoked and refused to start.

God, he felt, a punch right to his gut. Can this night get any worse?

Khonshu sensed her pain. A long, unforgiving day in the maternity ward, assisting new mothers in birth, filling in for vacancies made by other nurses who failed to arrive for their shifts by working late into the evening. The nursery used to be her respite, her haven of quiet and calm, but the jealous, caustic streak that had long grown lodged under her rib worsened it all. Receiving the blood test results from the sympathetic, knowing laboratory technician after clocking out had sealed the sarcophagus, so to speak.

He had dealt with many ailing, aspiring mothers throughout time. He had stimulated livestock to produce in times of hardship, and he had promoted many births for just, sincere couples desiring families—countless babes were conceived on nights like this one, with bright crescent moons, many of whom had been named after him in gratitude. It was an ability that had always delighted Tawaret to no end, and she had always thanked him profusely for his contributions—but that was before his banishment. He hadn't much cared for the sponsorship of new lives when so many of them grew up to incur his wrath, and what kindness and mercy he'd once had was limited. His exuberant efforts to better the mortal’s lives had reduced him to a shell of what he'd used to be, and though he still dedicated his existence to protecting the innocents, he had little tolerance for anyone else.

This young woman, however…

Khonshu's fingers tightened around his staff, watching her drop her forehead against the steering wheel and let out a short, shrill shriek of frustration—this he heard, piercing his skull and resonating like a broken, plucked string. He winced and slipped from the building altogether to approach the vehicle in a slow, cautious stride.

The bags under her eyes were startling, dark against the otherwise healthy tone of her skin, and the red streaking in her sclerae proved how long she'd been upset—held tightly in the base of her throat until she'd enclosed herself in the semi-privacy of her vehicle. Her knuckles were white around the steering wheel, her face scrunched into a pitiful, agonized expression.

She was a protector and a healer of those most vulnerable in the night, often taking the late shifts to monitor the health of her newborn charges, as well as their weary, recovering mothers. She was an extension of himself and his dogma, even if she was unaware of it. Perhaps this was why her distress had drawn him so strongly.

Khonshu studied her profile carefully, watching as defeat finally settled into the slump of her frame and the sorrow in her eyes.

"...I don't know what to do anymore," she whispered, and with his proximity, the words struck him like blows from a club despite her being completely ignorant to his presence. "I'm begging—I need some relief. Something. Else I..."

She didn't finish the thought. She didn't have to. She let out a long sigh, shaking her head at herself in evident deprecation.

"What're you even doing?" she murmured, tilting her head back to rest against the seat. "No one listens. No one ever does."

I am now, Khonshu rumbled, raising his palm to obscure the young woman from his vision. Power long untouched lay sleepy and unused in the depths of his wellspring, and he bathed her in it—with her being none the wiser. And I am sorry for the pain you have endured because I failed to do so sooner.

She shivered, perceiving a chill in the air and little else. She tightened her jacket around herself, tried turning the key over again, and relaxed when the vehicle finally cranked to a rattling, sputtering start. Khonshu stood still and watched her drive off, soon merging into the sparse midnight traffic on the main freeway leading towards the interior of the city.

Khonshu heaved a long, heavy sigh, and he uttered not another sound as he slipped back into the metaphysical and disappeared.

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#fanfiction #moon knight #khonshu #reader insert #khonshu/reader #khonshu x reader #mine #original character(s) #original male character(s) #original female character(s) #fisara's codices

[house-of-daena]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8MkYwXa/

ahem. anyways. i think dottore would be deeply inquisitive as to the nature of love, as well as disgustingly romantic in some ways once u slip thru all the walls he sets up... sending u brain scans of himself when he's thinking about you, highlighting all the parts that light up in adoration, labeling sections of the brain and telling you about the ways you live in it. giddy recordings of your heart racing for him stored right alongside his most well-kept secrets. he keeps a research file on you that's really just an excuse to gush about you and the funny things you do to his heart filtered through science lingo. simultaneously appreciating and despising the human's naturally social nature because it both sickens and softens him when he melts into your fingers combing thru his hair, sighing softly for a moment before returning to rubber-ducking the results of an experiment at you in a frustration that no longer seems as harsh or lingering as it used to be

THE TIKTOK......... WHY HE PISSING LIKE A GARDEN HOSE 😨😨

also ,, u just caught in like one of the worst times 2day,, literally was soooo sad then you come here and hit me with this. its like you shot me with doses of serotonin and im shaking so hard rn... literally sobbing at how disgustingly fucking sweet this is im. gfrghj. literally observes u so much. piles and piles of research files he's been writing for like. centuries. he knows your body more than you do like. im🥺🥹

of course the doctor would investigate on something he doesn't know about!!! especially when he's experiencing abnormalities!! he's asking you so many questions, asking others, and readings soo many books. writing more as he figures it out. n when he conducts 'experiments' ("zandik im pretty sure this is called a date."). he's so romantic in his own way im gonna throw up 🥹🥹🥹 N TALKIN BOUT U IN HIS PAPERS.. literally u could be doing anything.. like setting something on fire inside the lab,, n while the report may sound condescending to others. they literally have no idea what that the many ink splotches on the paper was him getting too excited while writing that he fucking breaks the pens, or his writing gets so messy bc he has sooo many many thoughts about you to write and and and fhsjdk,as.

sending u brain scans of himself when he's thinking about you, highlighting all the parts that light up in adoration, labeling sections of the brain and telling you about the ways you live in it.

this sounds so fucking weird but you have no idea how ridiculously fucking romantic this sounds to me. like even if my wife wasn't dottore i'd be so fucking giddy if someone does this because im a huge fucking nerd about human bodies and this make me SICK in the head.

his research for his love for u will go on for as long as you still love him and him still loving you which will be forever (even tho as a scholar he knows nothing lasts forever. he will make sure it does) and im in my knees on the floor crying about this post i will think about this everyday and sob ilysm 🐺 anon please never approach me with this fucking fluff or ill lose my mind /lh

#» asmo talks about wife (sfw) #» 🐺 anon #even my friend that's not that into him agrees #fuck you 🐺 anon. die 🥺 /j /pos #im biting this ask like a chew toy #gnawing and chewing with tears in my eyes #i cannot rn im collapsing #cw kinda disturbing the rest of the tags #has diagrams of all of your organs and nervous systems hidden somewhere #think it's so romantic how he could tell every single unique feature #would really wanna hold your heart in his hands while its beating #he would want to do the same for you

[roseharpermaxwell]

Bite-Size Dramione - Under 5k (Part One)

These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their catalog to find other gems. 

Part One below:

Only Dancing by @sunflower-swan. NR, 378 words. Hermione is only dancing. No harm in that. Draco can get jealous or go with it.

Give and Take by @ambpersand. E, 1k. The softness of her curls brush against his thighs, and Draco has just enough slack to widen his knees to get closer to her. She’s everywhere, and it’s still not enough. He needs her to consume him whole. 

Indulge Me by @millennialgrandma. M, 1k. A little eighth year Veritaserum-fueled confession of feelings.

First Kiss(es) and the Path to Forgiveness by millennialgrandma. T, 1.2k. Returning to Hogwarts for an eighth year felt like penance. Kissing Hermione Granger felt like redemption.

You’re Older Now by @simplifiedemotions. T, 1.2k. “I don’t know how to do this,” he says, his breath coming out in harsh gasps. The only time Hermione remembers him being so harried was when she’d first woken up with no recollection of even her own name. She distinctly remembers his blood-shot gaze, the trembling of his limbs, when he asked her if she had remembered him.

Tentative Exporations by @dreamsofdramione. E, 1.2k. What Draco lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm. 

a cure for headaches by @whimsymanaged. E, 1.3k. Hermione has a headache. Draco has a suggestion. (Hint: It's not a pain potion.)

Some things, however by @frumpologist. T, 1.3k. Officer Granger is annoyed with Commander Draco and finds solace in the ship’s library.

A Full and Careful Analysis by @eveningstruggle. M, 1.3k. “Truth or dare.” Hermione traced her fingers over Draco’s chest, trying to match the pattern he was tracing on her back. “Dare. Wait—no. I need a refractory period first. Truth.” “Hmm…what’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” “That's too easy; it was four minutes ago.” or: Draco and Hermione talk about their past romantic history.

This Singular Night by @misdemeanor1331. T, 1.4k. On their last night in Las Vegas, Hermione asks Draco an unexpected question. He gives her an equally surprising answer.

Love of My Life by @mykesprit. T, 1.5k. A surprising revelation at their anniversary party sends Hermione reeling.

Round and Fluffy by @caitybellfics. M, 1.5k. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter arrive at the DMLE to retrieve their spouses.

Jealous by dreamsofdramione and @inadaze22. E, 1.6k. Draco isn't possessive. In order to be possessive, one has to have some sort of attachment to another person. There is no such ‘attachment’ to Granger. Sure, he knows the precise way to move his tongue inside of her to make her moan, the shape of her hip under his palm when he fucks her so hard they both see stars, and the exact pitch of her voice when she comes, but he’s not attached to her. This is the lie he tells himself.

Write What You Know by @pacific-rimbaud. T, 1.7k. Prompt: Muggle University Student AU: studying Classics or MFA Creative writing

Counting Days by dreamsofdramione. E, 1.7k. Arithmancy was never Draco's strong suit.

What Was Lost, and What Remains by PacificRimbaud. G, 1.8k. My name is Monica Joan Wilkins. I am 57 years old. I live in Sydney, New South Wales. I share a dental practice with my husband. We've been married for thirty-two years.

What To Do by @willhavetheirtrinkets. E, 1.8k. "I can," she said, smirking at him. "I have that authority. Since you're always going at it quick and hurried, without the slightest attention to detail, I've been given the authority to make certain it's done properly."

Draco ground his teeth. "You can't tell me what to do, Granger."

You Owe Me by musyc. M, 1.8k. Hermione has an anniversary plan.  

Mutually Assured Destruction… by @grangerdangerfics. T, 1.9k. As Head Girl Hermione Granger and Head Boy Draco Malfoy wage an escalating war of aggressive acts of kindness, will it spell ruin ... or romance?

Upper Body Injury by @provocative-envy. T, 1.9k. Hockey AU! "Careful," he says dryly. "Or I might think you're trying to flirt with me."  "Oh, you'd know if I was trying to flirt with you."

"Maybe," he concedes, flicking his hair back with a practiced nod of his head. "But would you?"

Coming in for Landing by @sunlightdaydream. E, 2k. Draco loved flying when Hermione worked. She truly was the best flight attendant he knew. She followed directions to the tee on most days, but even better when she's on her knees before him. Or: It's cockpit porn and he is the pilot.

Inventory of Moments by optimise. T, 2k. Hermione makes a lot of lists. And a list of names just happens to be one of them.

My Brown-Eyed Girl by PacificRimbaud. M, 2.1k. Draco and Hermione have a lazy snuggle in the grass behind the Quidditch pitch.

The Dumbing Down of Love by inadaze22. T, 2.1k. Hermione is an expert at foiling Draco's plans.

Never Have I Ever by @niffizzle. M, 2.1k. With a bottle of firewhisky, a set of enchanted cups, and a game of Never Have I Ever, things turn interesting during one of the final days leading up to graduation. But just how much will be divulged? Maybe some things should stay private.

Two Full Inches Above Regulation Length by granger_danger. E, 2.1k. “Granger.” Malfoy’s voice was an ember in the dark corridor. He grasped her wrist and she almost dropped her jar of bluebell flames. “Your skirt’s not to the bottom of your knees. I may have to take points from Gryffindor.”

A Whole New World by simplifiedemotions. T, 2.2k. Draco takes Hermione out flying.

Passing Notes by @sodamnradd. T, 2.3k. D: Pay you 10 galleons to cover patrol tonight  H: STOP throwing notes at me ferret. And no.  D: 50 galleons?  and so ensues a term of note-passing between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger

A Pretty Picture by @wickermayne. E, 2.3k. Draco wakes up with Hermione between his legs. Like a good boyfriend, he helps quench her thirst.

hands to myself by whimsymanaged. E, 2.4k. Every Friday night, Hermione goes to her favourite bar with her friends. One of the reasons this bar is her favourite is because she inevitably runs into Draco Malfoy. Tonight, all their flirting comes to a head.

Sucker 4 U by whimsymanaged. E, 2.4k. “You can’t just…casually talk about watching porn,” Hermione hissed, glancing around. “Why not?” Draco raised his eyebrows. “I’ve just discovered it, and I want to tell the world. Anyway, I saw a clit sucker in one of the videos, and I got to wondering how on Earth a contraption like that could feel like someone sucking your clit.”

This Time Tomorrow by sodamnrad. M, 2.5k. On the last night of school, Draco's unchecked feelings for Granger spill through the cracks.

A Different Kind of Magic by @canttouchthis87. T, 2.5k. Draco Malfoy watched Hermione Granger practice her Viola for six years. Returning to Hogwarts after the war, her music offers them both a place of freedom and sanctuary.

Shifting Perspectives by misdemeanor1331. E, 2.5k. Being a woman in a male-dominated profession is hard; being a woman and below average height is even harder.

Passing Notes by @shamione. E, 2.6k. Draco Malfoy has teased Hermione Granger for the last time, tucked away in an alcove with his fingers buried deep inside her. 

Lessons in Darkened Rooms by @raven-m-3. E, 2.6k. Draco Malfoy's eighth year at Hogwarts should have been simple, if unpleasant. Instead he finds himself grappling with a Granger-shaped problem.

A Thousand Ways to Say Sorry by @wordswithways. T, 2.6k. Draco Malfoy goes on a gift-giving apology tour. But a crucial person on his list wants nothing to do with it.

How to Break a Curse by whimsymanaged. E, 2.7k. They only had a small window before the curse took effect. “Run me through it.” Granger swallowed. “We have thirty minutes to have sex that ends with you coming inside me.” Draco clenched his jaw so tightly that it cracked. “What are our other options?” She didn’t sugarcoat it. “Death.”

Caught Wet-Handed by millennialgrandma. E, 2.8k. “Did we not agree, sweetheart, that we wouldn’t?” “Yes, Draco, which is why-” “And were you not the one who suggested, no, insisted, we abstain until the wedding night?”

Draco’s Consolation Prize by emilyinwonderland. E, 2.8k. Head Girl Hermione Granger comforts a moody Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

Feeling This by @echoofpromise. E, 2.8k. The one where Hermione elbows Draco in the nose at a rock show and he likes it

Just Desserts by @thelashjedi. M, 2.8k. Why would you talk to me?  Draco thought, behind a heavy wall of occlusion as he politely, but rotely declined the Head Girl’s offer to join her in the Great Hall, at the newly mixed tables set up in the wake of the war. 

Two Dry Martinis by @darkofthemoonfic. E, 2.9k. “You’re brilliant,” he said, flashing those teeth again. “What did I do before you arrived? And what else might you teach me?” Hermione knew she was blushing so she took another sip of her drink. The gin crisp and just the slightest hint of vermouth — how she liked it. When she flicked her eyes back to the bartender he was watching her. “A fair number of things, I’d expect.”

Pin-Up by whimsymanaged. E, 2.9k. Hermione needs to raise funds for her non-profit. Putting together a calendar of naked Quidditch players seems as good a way as any.

Severn Way by @magicaltraveler3. E, 3k. Hermione didn’t know it but they weren’t going home. They were going to a log cabin far away from anyone that could bother them.

Taste of Affection by dreamsofdramione. E, 3.1k. “You’re doing so well, Pet.”

Savour by @mignon-chignon. E, 3.1k. Draco Malfoy had a dinner to savour, hopefully without any distractions.

Overtime by @scullymurphy. E, 3.2k. Draco and Hermione are working overtime. It's late, they've gotten into the whisky and Hermione's self-control is at an all-time low -- especially once Draco starts rolling his sleeves.

Triple Axel by @batmansymbol. G, 3.2k. “As I’ve said ten thousand times, Malfoy,” she says, unbuckling her helmet, still breathing hard, “you wouldn’t last a second in speed skating.” She tugs the helmet off and her hair springs free. She shakes it back with supreme disdain. “You know what, though? I’m starting to think I’d like to see you try.”

Deal by @its-banannaz. E, 3.3k. It was all a stupid deal, and why she made a deal with Draco Malfoy of all people? She had absolutely no idea. Suffice to say, she lost the game.

Good Girls Get to Sit on Santa's Lap by whimsymanaged. E, 3.3k. On a huge, plush red armchair that the Sigmas must have borrowed (they’re usually green and silver everything) sits a guy dressed as Santa Claus.

Well. He’s got the velvety red pants and the red coat, only the coat is open to reveal a hard, muscular, bare torso, and his Santa hat sits askew atop a pale blond fade.

Just Like the Ones I Used to Know by @acciomjolnir. T, 3.4k. It's 8th year, post war, and Hermione isn't feeling in the Christmas spirit. She's not the only one who has chosen not to go home for the holidays... and when they get into the eggnog, all kinds of things happen.

It’s Draco fucking Malfoy, bane of my existence.

*and it's followup: No Regrets for the New Year. E, 2.7k.

Where You Belong by @ecaworks, raven_maiden. E, 3.4k. When Draco Malfoy shows up at the Burrow over the holidays, Hermione learns she has a decision to make.

Third Time’s a Charm by @monsterleadmehome. E, 3.4k. Head Girl Hermione Granger has been hopelessly trying to seduce Head Boy Draco Malfoy all term, but he just won't get the hint. 

Long story short (it was a bad time) by @ginnysocks. E, 3.4k. Were she and Draco currently shagging like rabbits every chance they got? Yes. Did they still utterly loathe each other? Also yes.

Flat(Mates) by WhimsyManaged. E, 3.4k. Hermione and Draco have been living together as platonic flatmates for years now. Neither have presented, so Hermione’s pretty sure they’re both betas. (Spoiler: they're not betas.)

Respite by canttouchthis. T, 3.5k. Hermione Granger is fine. Or at least there’s no reason for her not to be. But still, she finds respite under the stars, drawn to the night sky.

Mutually Assured Destruction by witchsoup. M, 3.5k. Hermione and Theo find ways to break it to each other gently... it's time to break up.

Continued in Part Two!

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#dramione fic rec #dramione fanfiction #hp fanfic #hp fic rec #draco x hermione

[somuchstrdst]

Life has been hectic lately, let me be honest.

Work has been consuming me, but not in a bad way, it's just that I'm working full time and there have been many urgent changes that has made me feel like I'm running against the clock, but I don't feel overwhelmed with work, I just feel tired for being working too much.

Uni classes are coming back next week and this is also gonna consume my time, and so I'm dreading that same burnout feeling again I felt last year at this exact time. I'm trying to take care of myself, though. I'm already doing things to help me cope better with stress, although I'm still not doing everything I want and like, but I know that that's just life, it happens, what we once had time to, had the disposition to do before, we may not have and it's okay, I have to deal with that too.

But I've been feeling too anxious lately and that's because march is gonna be even more hectic than life already has been. I'll be attending Simple Plan's concert, then on the next day a festival they're headlining with other bands such as Plain White T's, All Time Low, Boys Like Girls, Mayday Parade, The Used and more, and a week later I'm traveling to be at this festival in another city too. Two weeks later I'll be at Lollapalooza to finally watch Blink-182, after a year waiting after their cancelation. All the while I'll be going to class and working, so yeah.

I'm so looking forward to all of this, because going to concerts is my safe space, it's where I feel the most me, and even though my concert routine has returned since 2022, I still miss it so much, I still feel like I need a concert here and there to fill up my serotonin levels. So I'm too anxious for everything, but in a good way, but that can lead to the bad type of anxiety. And I've been trying to handle it this week, and it's been hard.

I know concerts, bands and musica can't fix everything, but I'll have all these days to enjoy myself and forget about my problems for a while, and that's what I'm focusing on, on the good time I'll have.

So, that's life lately and what's coming next. I wanted to journal but every time i pick up a pen to write, I don't know how to. So I thought it would be better to put it into words here.

#x personal

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Monkie kid SEASON 3 EP 8 (reaction) 

I start out completely chill, I write down what episode I’m gonna watch, and then the adrenaline hits WOOOOOOOO *WHEEZING SOUNDS* 

ALRIGHT, EP 8. I’M TOLD THIS IS A TANG ONE, AND ALSO THE MONKEY KING IN A HOODIE EPISODE SO I’M SO *DANCES DANCES* EXCITED GIMME THE MONKEY AND THE NERD WHO’S PROBABLY MORE THAN JUST SOME RANDOM GUY HERE WE GOOOOOOO 

Gotta hype myself up heck BG;LKAMF;OAWEJF HERE WE GO 

FOR WUKONG IN A HOOODIEEEEEEEE 

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT STARTED AAA SHOW MAKES ME SO HPPYGBSDF;LKAMWEF

INTRO GO BRRR AS ALWAYS SEROTONIN 

THE POOR BIRB��

IT LOOKS OS ANNOYED 

AW PIGSY SLEEPING

AW

AW

HELLO?? 

MK DRAWINGBGLSDA;KFMAWE I’M SOBBING 

MK REALLY DRAWING EVERYBODY BUT TANG I’M SOBBING AT ALL OF THESE LITTLE DOODLES RIGHT NOW I WANT TO CUT THEM OUT AND HANG THEM ON MY WALL 

THERE’S ONE OF HIM PUNCHING LBD 

THEM ALL COMPLIMENTING MK ON HIS DRAWINGS

THE CRAYON ON HIS FACE 

SISCORS THORUGH TANGS PICTURE I’M WHGBSLD;KFMA;GHAIOW;EMN;OHO;IAWM;AWEF

SIR??? 

SIR??????? 

NOOOOO

TANGGGG

BUDDYYYYYY 

I’M SORRY TANG YOU REALLY ARE JUST A NORMAL JOE RN 

LOOK EVEN IF YOU WERE THE COOLEST MORTAL ALIVE YOU STAND NEXT TO MONKIE KING AND UH UR NOT VERY COOL BGKDM;GHOAIMFWOE 

HE LOOKS SO SAD THOOOO 

PLS THAT’S THE DUDE HE VIEWS KINDA AS A SON TELLING HIM HE AIN’T COOL 

“But… I’m like the coolest guy you know…” I’M GONNA CRY??? TANG??? THE WAY HE SAID THAT??? SOBBING???? HE LOOKS SO SAD

AND THE MUSIC WHEN HE SAID THAT?? 

OH MY GODS THIS IS A TANG EPISODE I’M GONNA START SOBBING 

KAI SAND ACCUSING ME OF TANG SLANDER ON VC AND HE’S RIGHT 

ANYWAY CLEARLY WE’RE GONNA GET SOME TANG LORE HERE ABOUT THE POWERS WE’VE SUSPECTED HE’S HAD SINCE SES 2, I’LL BET WE’RE RIGHT WITH HOW THIS IS BUI9LDING UP 

OHHH

OHH IT’S SO PRETTYYYY 

HI 

MONKEY KING’S STUPID SMILEIGNSDBF;LAMOEF 

 SQUASHED IN A TRIANGBSAL;DKFM;AOWEF 

HE’S GOT THTE HOODIE

EVREYTHING IN MY LIFE HAS BEEN WORTH IT OR THIS MOMENBT

OH WOWOWOWOWOW THE AMOUNT OF TIME AND EFFORT THE CREW PUT INTO MAKING THIS TOWN PRETTY LOOK AT ALL THE DIFFERENT PEOPLE DESIGNS EVERHTING IS SO PRETYYYYY 

LAST RING RIGHT 

THEY JUST DITCHED TANGBGL;SDKAFMAWE LEAVING WITHOUT HIM NOT EVEN LISTNEING BGLK;SDFMAWE

THE WAY THAT MONKEY KING IS HIDING IN HIS HOOD LIKE HE’S TRYING TO BE UNDERCOVER HERE IS SO FUNNY TO ME BGL;SAKM;OWEF 

TANG FINGERLESS GLVOES REAL 

HE TREW THE RING

HE JUST THREW IT

THAT IS MONKEY KING RIGHT THERE, NO THOUGHT HEAD EMPTY YEET, HE’S DOING INCREDIBLE 

HE’S BEAUTIUFL

PIGSY’S JACKET 

PIGSY’S JACKET

SHAKES COMPUTER

ITS  HIS JACKET Y’AL;L THE JACKET I’VE BEEN DRAWING HIM IN SINCE SEASON ONE I’M SOBBING HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN IT LOVE THIS FOR THE PIG MAN I’M HOLDING HIM SO FREAKING GENTLY AND SOBBINGASB;LMG;AWE 

HAHA RETURN OF THE SHOE STORE GUY 

THE

FR

THE NERVOUS LAUGHTER AS HE SLOWLY BACKS AWAY 

HEY TO BE FAIR THEY DON’T KNOW IT’S A RING OF THE FIRE OF SAMADHI THEY JUST THINK IT’S SOME LIGHT

ALSO THE THING ABUT THEM KNOWING IT WAS MONKEY KING IS KILLING ME THEY REALLY ARE JUST “PRAISE TO MONKEY KING FOR HYPING UP OUR DESOLATE LAND TO A BEAUTIFUL PLACE” 

Monkey king, who was just trying to hide something: AHA, YES, THAT’S UH… EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TRYIGN TO DO— 

oh gosh they’re gonna have to steal this city’s source of lightbGL;KAM;OWEF 

THE RING’S LITERALLY PASTED ON EVERYTHING AS A LOGO I’M CRYING 

THEMS GLASSES 

LAUGHING

LAUGHING AT ALL THE M\ERCH

THEY BOUGHT EVERYTHING IN THE SOTRE GL;DSKMF;AOGHE

TANG AND MK WITH MONKEY KING PLUSHES

PIGSY WITH A BALLOON

I’M YELLING I WANT TO APPRECIATE ALL OF THE MERCH SO BAD THEY’RE ALL SO LOVELY

MK’S COLOURS MATCH EVERYTHING HE IS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HIM 

EVERYONE WITH PINS N STUFF 

THE WAY THAT MONKEY KING HAS STICKERS AND PINS PLASTERED ALL OVER HIM 

I’M CRYINGGFLKMAWE

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE WAY TANG KEEPS GETTING CUT OFF I LOV EHIM BUT HE DOES THIS TO PEOPLE ALL THE TIME TO TELL THE STORY BG;SLADFMAOWE IT SUCKS BUT PLS BGLSKDMFAWOE 

HE’S SO ANNOYED BGKSDMFAW;O 

“super well hidden” SUREEEE 

“It’s 2+2 bud” 

“and 2 +2 is THREE” 

I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR

MK ON WUKONG’S SHOULDERS

I’M YELLINGBGLKAMF;OGAH;IOAWMEFAWE

PARALLELS 

THE FACT SWK’S JUMPED ONTO MK’S SHOULDERS AND MK ON WUKONG’S NOW 

I LOVE THEM ALL OS MUCH LOOK AT THIS FAMILY I ADORE THEM 

TANG LOOKS SO DISGRUNTLED 

Not over the fact that like, everyone has something, and Tang’s thing has always been information, Mk asking him things about Jttw and him being the only one who could answer and taking joy in telling stories, but now… :| *pat pat* 

PIGSY FACEPALMING 

I LOVE THEM SM CRYING BGLK;SDMFAOWE 

THE FACT THAT WUKONG STILL CALLS SANDY BLUE THING 

WBG;JLKSDMF;OHG;OIAWMFAWE MK mK PLS 

“Cant’ read?” HE LOOKS SO SAD AND UNDERSTANDING WHEN HE SAYS IT LIKE *pat pat* I’M CRYINGBG GSLA;FMAWE

STAGE FRIGHTIGNBG;LAFIMWE

THIS IS SO FUNNY CAUSE LIKE WE KNOW HE CAN READ PLEASE 

y’know what would be interesting actually is if like he just didn’t bother to learn the way the dialogue changed over the last couple hundred years, I don’t know if it’s changed that much but like, spellings and words and language changes over the years so that would be interesting 

Anyway tho Monkey King can at least read the dialect of his time, how else would he scratch out the names of his monkey buds from the book of the dead? he’s smart this dude THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT THIS I JUST THINK HE’S NEAT ANWAY—

I genuinely think he just kinda like, wanted Sandy to feel more included ngl BGKSDMFOWEF YEAH I’M THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT THIS WE’RE MOVING ON GB;LSDKFMA;OWE 

SANDY WITH GLASSES THAT’S EVERYTHING TO ME BGLSDFM;OHWO;IEFM 

A TALENT SHOW FOR THE RING??? BGKAMFOEW 

MK: BUT NONE OF US HAVE ANY TALENTS

HE REALLY JUST DISSED ALL OF THEM 

PIGSY HAS COOKING 

PLS

MK 

MEI CAN RACE

I’M CRYINGBGL;KSADMFAOWEF 

 WAIT WAIT WAIT

PIGYS

IS THIS THE

FROM THE TRAILER 

THE THING WITH PIGSY SINGING THIS IS GB;LSAFGN;AOGHOEJFAHG;OIAWEJG;OIG;OIAF;MOAWE

IT WAS FOR THE TALENT SHOW IT WAS FOR THE TALENT I’M CRYINGGBL;KFGMA;WOIAHNGO;IAEWF 

IT’S THE THING WE’RE GONNA SEE PIGSY SINGING I’M SO FREAKING EXCITEDGBF;LKMA;OGBAWOE F

THE WAY PIGSY JUST RESORTS TO CHOKING SANDY OUT TO PREVENT HIM FROM SHARINGBGLSFMAG;OIAWFEM

PLS I WANNA HEAR HIM SING PLS I’M SO EXCITED I’M GONNA CRYINGNFLKAWEF

I’M GONNA CRYHGLSAFMAOWE

HE CAN SING, SANDY HYPING HIM UP I’M GONNA CRYYYYYY BGLSKDAFMA;G;OIAWMFE 

THE MK STANDING THERE WITH HIS HAND ON PIGSY’S SHOULDER PLEASE I’M GONNA CRY BGLS;DKFM;AOWEF 

I’M NOT OVER THE FACT THAT MK DISHED OUT INTERMENTS WITHOUT BOTHERING TO ASK IF ANY OF THEM ARE ACTUALLY ABLE TO PLAY BGGBSLDKFMAGHAO;IWEFM 

SANDY ASSIGNED BASS MAN BGL;SDAMFAWOEF 

OHM DOES HE REALLY HAVE STANGE FRIGHT??? PLS?? WUKONG??? WUKONG PLEASE I’M GONNA START SOBBING MY GUY PLEASE BG;LSKMF;OAWEF 

FR 

HE’S FR 

“Remember when I said that whole stage fright thing as a joke?” 

“wasn’t  a joke.”

“Not even a little bit” 

THE FACT HE FEELS COOL ENOUGH TO TELL MK THIS 

THIS IS THE MOST COMMUNICATION WE’VE HAD FROM THIS MONKEY THE ENTIRE SHOW I’M SCREAMINGBGLSAFMAWE;OF 

ALSO THE FACT HIS STAGE FRIGHT IS BAD ENOUGH HE DOESN’T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING OUT LOUD IN FRONT OF PEOPLE IS GETTING TO ME I’M GONNA CRY  

HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL 

HE’S SO SINCERE ABOUT IT TOO I’M CRYING HIS FACE PLEASE MONKEY KING I’M LOSING IT BGLKSMA;OWIEFM  PLS SUPPORT THIS MONKEY 

SUN WUKONG GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN, CAN WALK INTO A BATTLEFIELD AND LEAD AN ARMY WITH ALL OF THE CELESTIAL REALM BEARING DOWN ON HIM AND WATCHING AS HE FIGHTS AND WINS

AND YOU HAND HIM A BOOK AND ASK HIM TO READ OUT LOUD AND HE IS P A N I C 

HE’S SO VALID AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

“I CAN WORK WITH THIS” 

WBGL;KSDMF;AIONBOA;IGAHG;OIMFWAOEF PLEEASSEEEEEEE 

MK THAT DOESN’T CURE THE STAGE FRIGHT HE STILL HAS TO WALK OUT THERE AND DO SOMETHING WITH YOU GUYS 

BGLASKFMAWOEFAW PLEASE I’MCRYINGBFKLAWMEF

HIS RESPONCE THOOOO

“wonderful.” I’M WBNG;DLSAFMG;OAGH;OIAWGMO;IWAJFOAWJFMAWE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

YEAH TANG’S NOT GETTING A THING IS HE

I’M GONNA CRY PLEASEBG;SKFM;OAWEF

THE GBG;LASKDMFWOE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO MEI 

this whole episode jsut feels like Tang getting stuff that he’s done to other people getting done to him at this point, the interrupting thing, the getting hyped up about something only to have it be… not what you thought or not you at all. I dunno i just find that kinda interesting UR DOING GREAT TANG UR IMPORTANT KEEP IT UP 

BAND MAMANGER CALLED IT

BENCING ME ]

“hm, pretty much” MK PLEASE BGLSDKAFM;AOWEF 

TANG’S BEEN ON THE SIDLINES FOR QUITE A FEW EPISODES ACTUALLY GBS;LFKMAWOEF 

OH IT’S THE STUPID MONKEY 

WITH HIS STUPID LEANIGN AGAINST THE RAFTERS, WITH HIS STUPID FACE AND HIS STUPID CAPE I’M SMACKING HIM WIHT A PILLOW THROWINGHIM OFF A CLIFF, SHOVING HIM INTO A REDMETION ARCH AND DIRECTLY INTO THERAPY GB;LJKDAFM;OAWEGHOAWGE 

OHHHHHKAY 

OHHOHOHOHOHOHO OKAY 

SEE THAT 

HE FOUND OUT WHAT THEY WERE USING

AND NOW HE’S LIKE “AH. SO YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY STAND A CHANCE HUH” 

“We’ll see about that” 

HOOOO BOY 

HOO BOY I’M FINE 

SO, MISTER SELF-INTEREST, WHAT’S THE WINNING SIDE NOW HUH?? 

UNCLEAR IF HE WAS RESPONDING TO THE CREW OR LBD WHEN HE SAID THAT 

ALSO MAC IS SO SCREWED SOMETHIGN’S HAPPENING TO HIM HE’S GONNA TRY AND DO SOMETHIGN STUPID AND GET SNIPED BY LBD I KNOW IT I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND BG;LSADFM;AWOHG;OAWE 

SHAKES HIM 

OH ME GOODNESSS 

MONKIE KID AND THE MONKIE KIDSSSSS PLS 

“whoah whoah whoah i thought we were gonna discuss band names—“ I’M CRYINGBGL;AMFAOWEFHGOAWEF 

I’M SO EXCITED PLEEASSEEEE 

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

OH WOW

HI

HEY

WHOAH HEY WAIT 

HOLD UP 

SANDY’S OUTFIT IS THE BEST, MAN LOOKS FANTASTIC

MONHKEY KING LOOKING LIKE HE’D RATHER HAVE DIED BY LBD’S HAND THAN BE THERE SADLK;FMA;OG;OAIWFM 

MONKEY KING LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HE’S GONNA PASS OUT GBSDLKFMA;BAWIOFGMAWO;FWA 

PIGSY LOOKS FLY TOO THO, HE’S ROCKING THAT GREEN BLUE COLOUR AND THE GOLD 

THE CAT BASS FOR SANDY YEAH IT’S SO GOOD 

AS AN MK KINNIE IT BRINGS ME JOY THAT HE’S ON THE DRUMS PLS BGL;SAMF;OAGHWAE 

JIN AND YIN?????

OKAY I WAS NOT EXCPECTING THEM TO SHOW UP STRAIGHT UP THIS WSA A SUPRRISE I’M GBL;AFKMAW;OFE 

THE GREATEST THEATRE TECNICTIONS 

OH NO 

IT’S SHEEEEE

ITS’ THEIR ACCOUNTANT 

WAIT TANG 

“no one benches Mr.Tang” HE SOUNDS SO SAD

TANG, I KNOW THEY’VE STOLEN THINGS EVERY OTHER EPISODE BUT PLS, LETS SUPPORT THEIR MORALLY SOUND ACTIONS FOR ONCE AND IW ANNA HEAR PIGSY SING HECK UUUUU 

Tang really having a crisis 

OH MY GODS THE MUSIC

SONGS

I’M GONNA SCREAM I’M NOT READY FOR THIS 

CHARACTERS SINGING DANCING AND PLAYING INTERUMENTS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS IN THE WORLD AND I’M BEING HANDED IT RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA START SOBBING

IT’S SUCH A BOP I’M GONNA START CRYING 

LOOK AT TANG GO 

 I LOVE THE FACT IT’S ACTION MUSIC SUITING HIS RUNNING ACROSS ROOFTOPS 

BUDDY???? 

TANG????? 

TANG????? BUDDY???? 

MY GUY??? 

MY DUDE????? 

TANG PLEASE 

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON— BGLK;SADMFA;OGHAO;IWE 

EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS SHOW HAS ABANDMENT ISSUES I SWEAR 

TANG WANTING TO BE USEFUL AND FOR OTHERS TO SEE HIM AS USEFUL I’M MENTALLY ILL RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA START CRYING ABOUT THIS SIR 

IT’S THE FACT HE JUST CHILLS AROUND THE NOODLE SHOP, ASKS FOR FREE NOODLES BUT THIS MAN JUST WANTS TO BE SEEN AS USEFUL AND AHVE PEOPEL COME TO HIM AND ASK HIM FOR STUFF, SPICIFICALLY EVEN MK COME TO HIM FOR STUFF AND THE WAY HE’S ALWAYS OS HAPPY TO EXPLAIN STUFF ABOUT JTTW (because it’s one of his favourite things) AND CAUSE IT’S HIS THING, A THING HE CAN DO, SOMETHING THE OTHERS LISTEN TO AND VALUE HIM FOR AND WITHOUT IT—

SHUT UP I’M FINE 

TANG UR NOT MAKIGN IT THE NOODLEBG;LSMAWE

GOOD GOSH TANG 

TANG HOW DID YOU NOT DIE 

“I’m alive!!!!” SOMWHO 

THE FACT MACAQUE WAS WATCHIGN THE WHOLE THING BGSD;LKFMAGB;AOIWFMAWEF HE FOLLOWED TANG IS WHAT’S GETTING TO ME 

STILL HYPED UP ON SHADOW ANIMATION AREN’T YA FLYING BARK BG;LSDAMF;OAWEF 

STANDING ON THE WALL 

SIR??? 

EXCUSE ME?? 

TOUCHY MUCH?? 

THE GLASSES THING?? 

UM HANDS OFF THE MAN MAC MAC N CHEESE 

WHY DOES HE KEEP TOUCHING PEOPLEGBS;LKAM;AWEOF

HE’S SO FREAKING TOUCHSTARVED 

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE I DON’T FEEL AS LIKE, ALARM BELLS WHEN HE MAKES PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH TANG THAN I DO WHEN HE MAKES CONTACT WITH MK 

PROBBALY BECAUSE THE GASLIGHTING IS LESS :T 

 TANG?? 

WHOAH BUD HE TOOK NONE OF THAT 

THAT WOULD’VE LIKE, SHAKEN MK RIGHT OFF THE BAT 

TANG LIKE, SHOVES HIS ARM OFF AND RUNS 

CAUSE HE KNOWS WHAT MACAQUE IS AND WHAT’ HE’S BEEN DOING 

HOLY CRAP TANG 

I’M 

I’M PROCESSING THIS HE’S 

TANG??? 

BUDDY??? 

DID YOU JUST KICK THE MAN???

R U D E 

TANG’S TRYING REALLY HARD Y’ALL HE IS ALMOST DESPERATE TO DO THIS I’M 

MACAQUE?? 

HOW??? 

WHAT THE HECK DO YOU MEAN 

HOW THE HECK WOULD HTAT HELP YOU?? 

Macaque is one of those people on tumblr with zero reading compression, man really saw the first shiny thing the crew was going after and went “WELL IF THEY THINK IT’S IMPORTANT IT’LL PROBABLY HELP ME” 

WOW THO SOME OPENESS THERE TOO THIS EPS WHACK 

HE’S SO STUPID 

HE’S SO STUPID HE ’S SO SUPTID HE’S SO STUPID 

“I’m an expert—“ SHUT UP YOU HAVE ZERO BRAINCELLS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT YOU HAVE PROVED TIME AND TIME AGAIN YOU AHVE ZERO SELF AWARENESS YOU’RE DUMB BEYOND BELIEF AND WORDS I’M BG;LSDAFMOAWE IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT WUKONG, IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT THE MONKEY, MK’S THE ONE WHO TOLD TANG TO SIT DOWN AND MACAQUE IS STILL “blah blah blah blah WUKONG WUKONG WUKONG” WOW THERE MAC WOW 

BOHT TANG AND MK TRYING TO GET MACAQUE TO HELP AND JOIN THE GROUP THO EVEN IF HE’S CHASING AND HURTING THEM HHHHHHHHHH (guess i know where Mk gets that part) 

holding Tang gently 

ALSO MACAQUE BEING LIKE “DON’T GET CLOSE TO PEOPLE, SPICIFICALLY DON’T GET CLOSE TO MONKEY KING” IS SO FUNNY TO ME HE’S TRUAMATIZED AND STUPID YOUR HONOUR 

“look out for number one, because if you don’t, no one will” WOW I SURE DO WRITE HIM CORRECTLY I GUESS, I’M WHEEZING I HATE HIM AND LOVE HIM HIM GO GET THERAPY YOU IDIOT 

MAN 

TANG

HOLDING HIM SO GENTLY 

AW HE SAVED THE PICTURE

HE SAVED THE PICTURE I’M GONNA CRY 

TANG

BUDDY

I’M GONNA CRY 

UM 

THE WAY THE PICTURE GOES OVER TO MACAQUE

I’M GONNA CRY?? 

HE LOOKS RIGHT AT IT 

CATCHES IT 

TANG 

I LOVE TANG SO MUCH RN PLS 

SHAKING HIM 

THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WANTING FOR HIS CHARACTER YES YES YE SYES YES YES YES YESYYEYSYEYSYEESYYESYESYSEYSEYESESYSEYSEYES

CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON FRIENDS I’M CRYING

OH HECK PIGSY SINGING

NOT READY NOT REDAD\GHAEG;AGH;OIWQFMHAW;OEIGM;OAWO;IFM 

COME ONNNNNN

PIGSYYYYY 

ARE YOU KIDDING YES I’M SCREAMING THE SOUND 

PIGSY SINGIGNG FOR REAL

I’M GONNA SCREAM THIS IS EVERYTHIGN TO ME 

OH 

OH HI 

HEY 

MACAQUE GETTING HIT 

WITH THE SOUND

THAT LOOKS LIKE HE WAS GETTING HIT WITH THE SOUND 

HELLO????????????? 

HELLO>???? 

I’M GONNA?? HEY?? 

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HYE 

REFERENCE TO MAC’S SUPER HEARING SIX EARS I’M YELLING SHAKING HIM THROWING HIM OUT THE WINDOW /POS 

the 

THE FACT

THAT 

Macaque: i’m gonna steal this ring 

Macaque, four seconds later: never mind i’d rather punch the sad man again 

THE FACT THAT HE REALLY JUST DID THAT, HEARD TANG TALKING ABOUT HIS FAM LIKE THAT AND JUST GOT MAD, AND ALSO POSSIBLY GOT HURT BY THE SOUND SO ATTACK MODE ON WHO THE HECK KNOWS HE’S STUPID UR HONOUR DEAR GOSH 

BUBBLE 

“no regrets” 

I’M CRYING?? 

DARN RIGHT PIGSY’S SINGING DESERVES THIS I’M GONNA START SOBBING

THE MUSIC OF THIS EPSOIDEO IS SO FREAKING GOOD I’M SCREAMING 

HELLO TANG BPOWERS

WE DONE BEEN KNEW

THT’S RIGHT SUCER 

WE KNEW

OHHHH

HEY MAC 

RIP 

THE MIC DROP 

THE BGSL;DKFMAOWE PIGSY’S SO FREAKING COOL YOU GUYS HE COOKES HE SINGS, HE’S DAD, HE’S LOVELY 

HE DID IT!!!!!!!!!! MONKEY DID IT, SUN WUKONG FOR THE WIN, BIGGEST WIN OF THIS EPISODE FR /HJ 

THE AFFECTIONATE BENCHWARMER

Y’SEE PIGSY NEVER DOUBTS HIM HE KNOWS HE’S CAPABLE 

I’M CRYING 

TANGS HYSTERICAL LAUGH I’M NOT OVER THIS I’M GONNA SCREAM BGS;ALKFMAWOEF 

YUP AND THEY’RE GONE 

AND INTENSE VIBE NOW 

OH 

OH 

OH BOY HERE’S WHY HE’S NOT AFTER THEM YET

LIGHT N SHADOWS DON’T MIX AMMIRITE?? HAHAHAHAH AH 

ohhhh

oHHHH BOY

UR IN TROUBLE 

HE’S IN TROUBLE 

AH YUP 

CALLED IT 

H’ES IN TROUBLE 

A

A

UH

UH

UH

H

H

HO

HOOO

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

UH

OKAY

I’VE UH

BEEN SITTING HERE FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES 

UM 

WHAT

THE

WHAT

EXCUSE ME 

EXCUSE ME 

UM

RIGHT

YEAH

SO THAT

WHOLE SCENE

HI

SHE CAN REACH HIM FROM THERE 

WOW

THAT’S UH 

THAT’S A LOT TO UNPACK 

UM 

WOW

HE’S FREAKING DESPERATE 

THE WAY HE’S DESPERATELY TELLING HER THE INFORMATION 

AND THE WAY SHE FORCEFULLY SHOVES HER POWERS ON HIM AND THE WAY IT HURTS HIM 

WOW

WOW

HOOO

OH BOY 

THAT’S UH 

YEAH 

WOW

H

HOLY CRAP 

I CAN

T RECOVER FROM THIS

I CAN’T DO IT 

I’M 

SO I KNEW

SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM 

BUT UH 

THATS 

WOW 

SOMETHIGN MORE PROBABLY GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM WHEN HE INEVITABLY FAILS AGAIN TO CATCH THEM FR 

BUT UH 

WOW 

You know that thing Monkey King always says about Mk’s mortal body not being able to handle all of monkey kings powers all at once without working up it? 

UH 

*looks at Macaque* 

Homeboy looking like he’s kinda getting an overload of power 

THE WAY HE CURLS UP 

WOW

WOW HE WAS TERRIFIED

WOW

WOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOW 

WOW

HECK

CRAP

HECK

WOW

HECK

HECK

HECKEHCKEHCKCECHKLM;BGOIMFAWE

SO REMEMBER THAT POST I MADE

MACAQUE WOW 

MANS REALLY TERRIFIED FOR HIS ACTUAL LIFE 

UH 

ABSUIVE SITUATION FOR HIM HE IS NOT FINE AH 

I MEAN WE DONE BEEN KNEW THIS BUT WOW 

UM RIGHT

WELL THEN

I CANT’ WATCH EPS 9 AND 10 UNTIL TOMORROW SO UH 

WOOOOO 

THIS IS ALL THE STUFF I ALREADY KNEW I’VE LITERLALY MADE WHOLE ANALYSIS POSTS WALKING THROUGH MACAQUES TRAUMA FROM THE ABUSE HE EXPEREICNES FROM LBD BUT HOLY CRAP 

HE GOT HER POWER BOOST WHETHER HE WANTED IT OR NOT I’M 

THE BLUE FLASH EYE THING TAHT KEEPS HAPPENING TOO 

SEMI-POSSESSION BUT NOT QUITE 

JUST HER IN HIS HEAD 

STILL NOT OVER JIN AND YIN ACTUALLY HAVING A JOB WITH THEIR ACCOUNTANT BGLSAKDFAOWEF 

BUT UH 

HOLY CRAP 

I UH 

I’M GONNA BE HAVING A CRISIS ABOUT THIS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY THANKS 

LIFE

REST OF MY LIFE 

THE WAY IT ZOOMS OUT AND IT’S HIM GETTING SURROUNDED BY THIS AS IT EXPLODES FROM HIM I’M 

HOLY CRAP 

MACAQUE GETTING PUMMLED 

BOY CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW THIS ENDS AHAHAHAHHAHAHA HE’S GONNA DIE (not fr probably but sOMETHING SURE AS HECK GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM AH) 

MONKIE KID YOU CAN’T KILLL THE HOT TOPIC MONKEY BEFORE HE HITS HIS REDEMTION ARC OR AT LEAST ANTI-HERO ARC I’M BGS;DLKAFMBO;AWIMAWOFH

WOW WOW

Okay I gotta, end this or i’m gonna be rambling about this for the rest of the day I’m 

WOW

I GUESS I’LL SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW FOR EPS 9 AND 10 HAHAHAHA I’M IN PAIN

WOW THIS EPISODE WAS A LOT, LIKE A LOT MROE THAN THE RED SON ONE WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING THIS IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK, TANG’S WANTING TO BE USEFUL AND HIS FAITH IN HIS FAMILY AND HIS POWERS, MACAQUE’S WHOLE SPEIL ABOUT NOT TRUSTING PEOPLE AND PIGSY’S SINGING, MONKEY KING’S STAGEFIGHT, PIGSY’S BOMBER JACKET, THE MERCH, SANDY’S OUTFIT, MONKEY KING IN A HOODIE, THAT WHOLE ENDING SCENE THE HECK—

 i’m never gonna recover from this episode alone, but i’m watching 9 and 10 tomorrow and the season finale special is coming out IN A FEW DAYS I’M GOING TO DIE 

coughs

Alright, good day, i’m gonna go grab some ice and stick my head in it o7 

(the way macaque stops trying to grab the ring to actually have a conversation with tang i’m not over that, he’s a talker but oh my gosh what the crap) 

#knox rambles #Knox Reacts #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid season 3 spoilers #monkie kid season 3 spoilers #HOLY #FREAKING #CRAP #THE HECK #I'M #DEAR GODS #Long post #THIS TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO WATCH THIS WAS ALMOST WORST THAN THE FIRST EPS OF THE SEASON WHAT THE CRAAAP #SCREAMS AND YELLS AND ROLLS AROUND /POS