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Reblog this If you want People to spam your ask boxes(not spam but send in a bunch of asks)

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guess who finished watching the new transformers movieeeeee and guess whose totally not gonna write smth for a certain red-eyed cybertronian.

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Hello, this is a longshot saving life call, I am Ifrah Abdullahi Mohammed from Gaza. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin, just an injection for today to save my life please I beg. I was diagnosed with Latent Autoimmune Diabetes and due to the current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week. My donation link is attached in the pinned post, I might have sent this ask to you earlier but kindly consider donating and sharing. This is the only option I have at the moment to save my life from going into a coma.

I am unable to donate, but I hope by sharing someone can.

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building off of this, I decided to release some of these ideas into the world:

1.) I have a headcanon that demons/celestials can feel some sort of bond with through blood relations (e.g., brothers, sisters, parent-child, relative-relative, etc). A type of bond that's not really telepathic, by sort of empathic as if you can weakly feel the emotions and physical status of your relative. Example for a headcanon that MK and Wukong are related in some way, MK heads straight into the pillar and Wukong's connection to him is just...cut off. No more joy, no sadness, no turmoil, no more usual MK shenanigans he'd feel from time to time, not even feeling how tired his mentee is all the time, just...nothing.

Usually this means that the relative, or MK in this case, is dead or maybe in a coma? Either way, they're NOT fine. I'm still thinking of the aftereffects of the 'bond' being cut off, but eh. I wanted this headcanon to work with one of my LMK oc's for when their mother (SQ) dies and they just lose it.

2.) I always wondered whether or not Mei felt left out before we got to see her act on these emotions in the latest season. I mean, I know I would want to know/be confided in if my best friend was feeling some type of way and I was the last person to know/see the effect of him thinking that he needs to solve his own problems by himself. I guess feeling 'left out' isn't the term I'm looking for, but feeling...inadequate compared to MK's mentor(s)? Then again, Mei is among many who supports MK and I'm happy that she's MK's literal ride or die.

That's why I want more angst of them. Like the annoying misunderstanding tropes such as 'Mei distancing herself from MK to give him space after the events of s5' or 'MK unintentionally ditching Mei to hang out with Wukong and Macaque more' etc.

3.) Idk, somewhere in a limbo between post-s4 and pre-s5 where MK get's his own taste of being trapped under a mountain of sorts. Perhaps when he's in the begining stages of his depression era and when finally forced/trapped in a area of silence and his own thoughts...what would happen? Desperately try to leave? Meditate? Go crazy? who knows

hate that I have so many evil ideas to put MK through more trauma but don't have the strength to fully flesh it out or write it out bc my tear ducts will dry out. so I'm just stuck sitting with these ideas in my head and no way to let it out like this

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i drew raph so cute here hehehehe

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Pairing: Red Son x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: A successful third date leads to an eventful end.  Warnings/Tags: Awkwardness, first kiss, burn injury, literal hurt and comfort, and fluff. Word Count: 1000+ words 

"...then the dragon girl had the audacity to-" Red Son glanced at you from the side of his eye and momentarily froze when he found you staring right back at him. 

Were you watching him this entire time he was droning on about stuff? The realization that he had been the only one flapping his gums while you listened caused the prince's face to erupt in a few hues of pink that darkened as your smile widened.

Red Son could feel the amusement rolling off you. 

His grip on your joined hands tightened as he pulled you along again, not realizing sooner that he had stopped walking when he stopped talking. 

"Ahem, besides that…is there, uh, anything new with you?" Red Son inquired. 

"Nope." 

Red Son blanched, sputtering before forming a proper sentence, "You! Are you teasing me or is there really nothing happening with you? At…at all? Really?"

You swung arm, forcing Red Son's to join in the 'fun' as you stared ahead. 

"Uh huh."

 

"You expect me to believe that?" 

"Well…there is something." 

"Out with it then!" 

Red Son froze when you stepped closer, shoulders bumping together, and pressed your lips against his cheek. The feeling of your glossed lips pecking his cheek left as soon as it came. Yet the sensation lasted lifetimes in his head as his eyes bulged from their sockets. You had the pleasure of watching his fiery hair spark a few times before he furiously shook his head and turned to scold you for the display of affection in public of all places. 

"Calm down," You attempted to pacify, small giggles slipping past your snorts as you gestured to the decorated path of the public park. "We're in a pretty secluded spot, not a lot of people come this way." 

Red Son huffed as the pink hue on his face reddened. 

"Whatever, be mindful next time you decide to act on such…primitive urges."

"You liked it~"

"I…! I did not!" 

"Oh? Guess I won't do it anymore," You looked away but caught Red Son's expression falling into despair at your declaration. 

"I didn't say I was opposed to you doing it," Red Son mumbled but quickly added, "Only in private, understand?" 

"Loud and clear, firefly," You saluted halfheartedly. Red Son rolled his eyes at the nickname you've chosen for him, but his eyes landed on a bench looking out at the lake on your side. 

"Let's take a break over there," Red Son redirected the two of you to the wooden bench. As the two of you sat down, you scooted close enough to lay your head on the demon's shoulder. Red Son tensed before relaxing, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you even closer. The previous statement you spoke earlier eased his fears as he looked around the desolate area with satisfaction. 

That's how the rest of the outing went, sitting on a bench in each other's embrace while watching the sun set over the lake. A chilling breeze blew past causing you to shiver, Red Son glanced at you before resting his head against yours.

You blinked a few times as the heat radiating off of your partner began to increase, the toasty warmth made you sigh as you turned your head to study his closed-eyed appearance. You've complimented him time and time again, each sweet word from you was vehemently refuted by him, but you knew deep down he loved every bit of your sugary diction. 

Red Son felt a gaze burn into him. Thinking it was someone who managed to walk on the path less taken, the prince sharply raised his head and looked around with a glare. Seeing no one, Red Son looked at you and found your eyes glued onto his form for the second time. 

He wasn't as flustered this time, even when he was caught off guard twice. The look in your eye stopped whatever inquiry Red Son had on the tip of his tongue. 

When you leaned closer, the prince understood the meaning behind that gaze of yours. Your eyes flickering between his and his mouth all but confirmed what you wanted. He wasn't ready yet, was he? Red Son wanted nothing more than to oblige but-

Could he? Should he? 

Red Son's eyes squeezed shut as the area between his brows crinkled. Red Son'is lips puckered and waited to make contact with yours. You stopped to examine his face and held back your laugh, instead you closed your eyes and gently pushed your mouth against his. A muffled squeak from the prince was drowned out by the kiss, and with your hands resting on his chest and his trembling hands finding purchase on your waist, the two of you extended the duration of the kiss. As your lips moved against each other, your hands began rubbing Red Son's chest and his head tilted to deep the kiss. 

Was it you or was it getting uncomfortably hot? 

You were about to pull away when a 'fwoop!' and the sound of crackling fire stole your attention, causing your eyes to flutter open and peek at your boyfriend's hair setting ablaze. The azure flame shone brightly and captivated you for a while. You weren't able to laugh at the cute display when you felt the pair of lips devouring yours rise in temperature. Before you knew it a painful sting made you push against Red Son's chest hard. 

"H-huh?" Red Son asked in a daze before snapping out of his stupor and staring, horrified, at your lips which you were currently fanning to cool down the aching wound. 

"Shit." Red Son pinched your chin and forced you to face him. "I knew this wasn't a good idea, oh, my love, I'm so sorry for hurting you…I…I should have noticed sooner, please forgive me-"

You hummed and patted Red Son's shoulder to reassure the babbling mess before he broke out in tears out of pure frustration. It happened once during your first date when it…didn't end so well and that wasn't a pretty sight to witness. That poor paper cut-out of the monkey king that got caught in the crossfire…

Anyway, a few more apologies and rushing back to the car later, the two of you were resting back at your home and cuddling on the couch. 

A perfect end to a date in your book. Perhaps you should consider buying fireproof lipstick next time. The joke resulted in Red Son almost storming out of your home when you told him. 

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Pairing: Party!MK x fem!Reader Rating: SFW-ish Warnings/Tags: Toxic relationship/dynamics, implied substance abuse, suggestive themes, implied manipulation and gaslighting, and yeah. Word Count: 1000+ words

🪩 Let's all assume MK allowed Party!MK, Party or DJ for short, to roam around as long as he doesn't fucking hold people hostage again. Because of this, Party was able to meet you at the arcade.

🪩 After the whole song and dance of 'does he/she want me or not?' the two of you got together after making out in a janitor closet at the arcade. 

🪩Did he make the first move or you? Surprisingly, you did. Granted with a little help of liquid courage, you managed to grab his attention enough to step away from his equipment and dance with you. 

🪩 The relationship was definitely in it's honeymoon phase for a while, the two of you being somewhat awkward around the other until y'all grew comfortable enough to the point you two became the couple that others would cringe at whenever they did PDA. 

🪩Dates? 99% at the arcade, 1% at some burger joint.

🪩Nicknames? He's a clone of MK, ofc he'll use some cringy ass nicknames; angelcakes, babygirl, sweetcheeks, and ofc, apple butter biscuit. You'll entertain his theme of nicknames and call him stud, big daddy, hot stuff, and your personal favorite–boytoy (he doesn't like this one as much). 

🪩Gifts? Expensive shit for his little apple cinnamon biscuit, even if it's tacky large gold chains or faux fur coats to match his own, he'll splurge on you from money he made from DJ-ing.

🪩First Kiss? Within ten minutes of dancing with each other, you two took the 'party' to a janitor's closet and kissed there. 

🪩How he would be with a partner: Definitely possessive to an obnoxious degree, not the edgy cool bad boy way, but more of a 'will slap your butt and force you in his lap to make out' if someone even thinks about putting the moves on you. He'll encourage you to come out of your shell and try out new things the arcade is trying to promote to others—alcohol, desserts, junk food, etc. 

🪩 You don't mind the extra attention from him, but sometimes you get tired of the random bursts of love bombing especially after he ghosted you a few times in favor of preparing for another bash at the arcade. 

🪩 Any complaints go out the window the moment he hits you with 'Aren't cha having fun though?' 

🪩 Ghosting aside, I think Party would try to be a good bf on the surface before convincing his partner to go with the flow of how 'busy' he is and convince them his top priorities aren't always going to be you. 

🪩 How he acts around them vs others: Party can be dismissive and not romantic at times, but his love language is physical touch and he'll have his hands on you regardless if you're in public or not. 

🪩 However, without the prying eyes of others, he's still his 'wild animal' self but toned down a bit—teasing you here and there, cuddling, and maybe allowing you to drag him on another shopping spree around the city. 

🪩Around others, his main priority will always be to keep the party going so you're invisible until he needs you. Whether that's to sit on his lap, display an image of 'power couple' to others, or be a dancing partner to hype up the rest of the patrons in the arcade. 

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The hand on your waist slipped past the waistband of your skirt and gripped the round of your backside, giving your cheek a few squeezes before you felt two fingers attempt to travel lower. You swatted the shoulder of the man whose lap you were currently perched on. The aforementioned man snickered as his smirk grew. 

"Why are you gettin' shy all of a sudden, angel cakes?" Party's pink shutter glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose enough to reveal his raised brow. You furrowed your brow and looked off to the side. The blinking multicolored lights shining down on the many bodies, either floating or moving their bodies along to the beat, gave you more than enough excuses to not answer him. 

Party stared at your side profile for a moment, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head before he pushed his glasses back against his face and rose from his 'throne' with you in his arms. You squeaked at the abrupt movement and clung to him, your head whipping around with a questioning expression on your face. 

Party's wide grin revealed his sharp fangs as he exclaimed, "I know! You're getting bored! If you wanna dance-" 

"Baby, wait-!" You were raised above Party's head and couldn't latch onto him as he did. 

"-LET'S DANCE!" Party shouted as he chucked you over his equipment and jumped off of the perch to join you. 

Cue the montage of the two of you twirling around the arcade's dance floor. Passing the initial fright of being thrown off of a high place, the anti-gravity calmed the cardiac arrest brewing in your chest.

You felt dizzy as Party dipped you for the nth time before raising you to spin around him. When your back hit his chest, a pair of hands greedily clutching your hips to grind them against his own. 

Party's face halfway buried against your neck, you felt overwhelmed. Party must've noticed how tense you were because you heard a sigh from behind, and then you were pulled along to the bar in one of the corners. You were placed on a stool, and not long after, a drink slid in front of you. You squinted at the brightly colored liquid before glancing at your boyfriend who wiped the sweat off his brow. 

"Whew, I'll let ya have a break before we move onto the climax of this show! Don't forget to rest your pretty muscles, sweet cheeks cuz I'm not done with you yet," Party smooched your cheek before dashing back to his equipment. 

You watched him run off, exhaling as you dropped your face into your hand, and pushed the drink away from you. The thought of drinking your feelings anyway tonight didn't sit well with you.

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Hello dears! I am Mohammed and I am asking you to support my campaign to help me achieve my goal. I am in dire need of your support now to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of living and lives. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family until the Rafah crossing is reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family stay alive through your small donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need.

Although I cannot donate, I can definitely share so it can reach to those who can. I wish the best for you and your family.

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OOO YOUR BLOG IS SO AWESOME AND IT’S SUCH AN AMAZING THING TO SEE A LMK FAN STILL ACTIVE AND A WRITER????? You have my soul :(

NOT REQUESTING YET, JUST WANTED TO MAKE MY WAY IN this little beautiful blog ongshdhfj

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Hello! I read your Daredevil Darling fic for Macaque and loved it so much! I was wondering if you would do it for Wukong too to have his perspective on it

Pairing: Wukong x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: You've had it up to here with your boyfriend, now it's time to show him that you're not a wimp. Warnings/Tags: Slight angst, implied self-harm, well, not really implied when it's clear as day-, argument, self-deprecation, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 900+ words

"You're officially an idiot."

"How can you be so stupid?" 

"Why the fuck did you do that?" 

And many other things you began spewing out as you awaited for your second execution. Exaggerations aside, you were totally and utterly fucked when your boyfriend arrives. 

How did you end up lying in the middle of your living room with both hands wrapped in gauze? Well, it all started when you and Wukong were in a little iffy mood with each other during date night at his place. From playing video games together, to board games, then finally playing truth or dare, which ended terribly. The two of you had a mean streak going on, neither of you were backing down from the most atrocious dares that were said. 

"You better give up now, buttercup, I just can't lose."

"Says you! I dare you to lick the bottom of the couch while doing a handstand using your nails only!" 

"Pfft, fine! Then you have to hold a hot pan that's been in the oven for ten seconds! Oh wait, I forgot, you can't." 

"I can!" 

"Nuh uh." "Yuh huh!" "Nuh uh." "Yuh huh!" "Nuh uh." "Yuh HUH-!" 

You get the picture. 

That one sentence stuck with you during your little fight with Wukong and set off the rest of the events that resulted in you almost frying your hands off.

"Look, peaches, it's not like I'm saying you can't do some pretty amazing ultra cool stuff, but you're not…well, me…soooo, please don't get yourself hurt cause you wanna act all high and mighty." 

Maybe he was right. Now you feel pretty shitty after trying to prove him wrong days after that eventful night. If it wasn't for Mei barging into your apartment/home to drag you out to hangout, you wouldn't have been able to call for help, much less leave your apartment without damaging your hands even more. After tending to your burns with her help and begging her not to call an ambulance, you were left to await Wukong's arrival after Mei had decided to contact him instead. 

The slam from your front door made you wince as you looked in the direction blocked by your sofa. Wukong's face popped around the furniture as he lowered his gaze onto your pitiful form; you were laid out on your rug with a pillow under your head and bandaged arms resting on your stomach. Mei slowly appeared out from behind your boyfriend tapping both of her index fingers together, she mumbled a farewell before booking it out of your place. 

Wukong knelt beside you and placed a hand over your left one. His touch was gentle enough to not cause you to hiss in pain from the applied pressure as he poked around your injury. 

"I-"

"I don't want to hear it." 

You clamped your mouth shut and furrowed your brow as Wukong continued staring at your hands, his expression tight and void of any emotion that would suggest that he was upset. No,  no, if anything he looked..disappointed?

You felt sick to your stomach. You would have greatly preferred him screaming obscenities at you than…whatever this was.

You couldn't hold your gaze on him anymore and opted to stare at the ceiling. 

Wukong took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, he rubbed the side of his head as he carefully examined your hands. 

"I don't know what possessed you into doing this or…or thinking this is alright, but I know damn well it better not be because of some stupid dare that I joked about days ago." 

"How was I supposed to know you were joking," You grumbled under your breath.

Wukong stared at you. 

You glared back. 

Wukong narrowed his eyes and scoffed.

Your gaze wavered as the need to blink caused you to look away first. 

"..." Wukong called out your name sternly. When you didn't turn to look at him, Wukong threw his hands up in defeat. "Why do…this? Out of everything you could've done-!"

"-and not take the chance to prove that I'm able to do things like you? Oh, I'm so sorry your majesty, please let me hear all about how fucking weak I am," Your nose crinkled as you fought back the sting in your eyes, but that didn't stop your voice from cracking. 

 

"...are you…?" Wukong blinked back his shock as he shook his head and was so frustrated he could only stammer the rest of his words out. "Are you serious? I don't…no, I…why would I think you're weak-"

Wukong paused as he recalled what he had said that day, his eyes squeezed shut as he placed a hand on your bicep. 

"Oh no, hun, no, no…I'm-"

You sniffed as you shrugged off his hand. Wukong's frown deepened as he reached for you again, but decided to keep his hands to himself. 

"Why didn't you tell me? Or better yet, shut me up? Y'know I say dumb stuff sometimes, I-" Wukong bit his lip. Finding the words to articulate the feelings stirring in his heart was tough. "-I'm sorry, alright? I probably should've taken the taunts down a notch,  but I'm not a mind reader, I couldn't have known it'd bother you this much when you haven't said anything to me…and…and you usually handle my teasing well! I…I'm sorry, I really am." 

If his soft pleas didn't rope you in already, then him curling up beside you with his tail around your ankle did. Not to mention the onslaught of cheesy compliments he began whispering to you. Your cheeks were practically as hot as the pan you burned yourself with as Wukong added kisses with each sorry. You glanced at him and sighed after a few seconds of his overwhelming display of affection.

"Can you…help me till 'm better?" 

"Of course," Wukong smiled as you carefully scooted closer to him. "Anything for you, peaches, just…please let me know if I'm being a jerk next time" 

"Alright," You snorted as you placed your head against Wukong's chest. Wukong made sure he wasn't putting pressure on your hands as he carried you from the floor and walked you over to your bedroom. 

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Hello there😁👋🏼

I would like to request another x reader headcannon if u can or have the energy😅.

May I have a Macaque x female dance reader. The reader loves dancing and probably knows most of it. Whether if they're nervous or not. Like break-dancing, ballet, salsa, tap dance, etc. Maybe they're in a dance group, does shows or something like that. They probably teach others how to dance or knows history of dances like who invented it and where it started(For example, if Billy Jean or Micheal Jackson created the Moon Walk). Stay healthy and sleep well😁🫶🏽❤️

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Pairing: Macaque x fem!dancer!Reader Rating: SFW Warnings/Tags: Fluff, 'nuff said. Word Count: 900+ words

🌙  Being in a relationship with Macaque meant learning new things about him through unintentional or riddle-like ways. 

🌙 The only reason you found out about his talent in shadow play was through MK. When you shared your love of dancing, which may or may not have been obvious, Macaque simply hummed but stored that information in his mind for later. 

🌙 Sometimes he'll ask you about it or 'reluctantly' assist you in whatever choreography you're practicing/preparing that requires two people. 

🌙 This is also how you found out your oh-so-humble monkey knew how to use his feet.

🌙 Nervous or not? Whether you're nervous about your ability or not, I think Macaque wouldn't bug you about it unless you came to him first. That, or he's in a playful mood and wants to disrupt your day in some way. 

🌙 Pulling you away from work/cooking/chores/etc and twirling you in his arms.

🌙 Appearing behind you while you're busy with something else and softly singing in your ear as he slowly guide you into a waltz. That kind of thing.

🌙 If you're versatile in different forms of dance, be prepared for Macaque to quickly fall from grace and stumble to keep up with you. 

🌙 I feel like he would be good in ballroom dancing, ribbon/fan dancing, and ballet. If you're good at break-dancing, salsa, and tap dance…you'll have the upper hand for a while until Macaque get's the hang of it. 

🌙 Dance group/partner? In a group, Macaque probably won't have much of an opinion about it. Having a dance partner? Practicing alone, together, just the two of you, without him? Well, I think he's petty enough to wait until you get home to sweep you off your feet and ask a few times whether or not he's better than your dance buddy. Even after you've reassured him multiple times, he'll be by your side like glue for the rest of the day/afternoon/night. 

🌙 Shows? Assuming that Macaque continues doing shadow plays, you'll attend each one just as he'll do for your shows. He might not be in the front row, but you'll be able to see the shadow of his figure admiring you from a distance away from the stuffy crowd. You two might even have your own signals to greet each other after the end of your shows, maybe a blow kiss or a wink in a particular direction. Just know that he's obsessed with seeing you doing the things you love the most. 

🌙 Teach others history/dancing? As much as he admires your patience in teaching others the wonders of your craft and the little tidbits of history he gets to ingest when you're together, he prefers intimate demonstrations over lectures.

🌙 Perhaps he'll act dumb while you're preparing for your next class and will ask you to show him a example of a type of dance you're preparing for your students. Even if you call him out on knowing the dance/history of said dance, he'll ask you to indulge him anyway. 

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Fingers tapped away at the keyboard as your eyes strained to keep track of the words on the PowerPoint slide. The pedestal fan whirred in the background and occasionally blew in your direction as it did a 180 degree turn. You sighed as you leaned back to check the time on your phone.

11:40 PM 

Damn.

You pushed the blue light glasses against your temple before stretching your arms above your head, before you lowered them back onto the keyboard they were caught in someone's grip. You glanced up at the perpetrator and tiredly smiled at the dark furred monkey staring you down. 

"You're up late," Macaque mused as he kept your hands above your head. He glanced at the bright screen of your laptop and squinted. "Lesson plans again?"

"Mhm," You yawned before yelping as Macaque lowered your arms down before scooping you into his arms. Your back hit his chest as he plucked you from your chair and turned around with you curled against him. Thankfully, he lowered you onto your feet when the two of you entered the hallway leading to your bedroom. 

The moment he rested his hand on your waist and held one of your hands up you already knew what time it was. A breathless chuckle left you as you closed the distance between the two of you and laid your head on his shoulder.

Macaque's expression softened as he took the lead and swayed the two of you back and forth, the hand on your waist keeping you steady as he guided the two of you inside of your bedroom. 

Despite the lack of music, both of you moved in sync as if you've danced this dance a million times. It certainly felt that way.

As the back of your leg touched the edge of the bed, Macaque dropped his hand to your lower back and dipped you above the bed. 

You and Macaque stared at each other for a while; your hand running through his hair ever so slowly as his half-lidded gaze took in every little detail on your face. 

As the distance between your lips came to a close, you closed your eyes and waited for the inevitable kiss to come. 

Macaque had other plans and released his hold on you. 

"Wha-?!" You bounced a little as you were ruthlessly dropped onto the comfy bed of yours. 

Macaque only arched a brow and smirked before disappearing into a portal. 

"Jackass," You rolled your eyes and got ready for bed. 

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I finished!😃

So I've been working on this a few days ago. Ever since I took that poll from @harharhar29, the reincarnated Mac idea was rotting my brain(not actually😅 but thanks harharhar29❤️). @m0nkienerd helped with the design. The design of the fit was inspired by @oof3001 on X(Twitter). Mac is the type to drive a motorcycle.

I am still thinking about somethings for his design. But my first day of school is 2morrow(gladfully only one day), wish me luck!🫡🍀

Credit to: harharhar29, m0nkienerd, oof3001, and Pinterest

Do not steal, copy, trace and etc. Of my art! U may reblog.

[quixotical-lymbo]

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

[quixotical-lymbo]

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