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So while I'm out you can keep donating. I'll update when I can. I just hope I'll be okay because I don't know how long I can take this. I'll try staying alive.
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Petty Queen Macaque Au
(Part 27)
(We are so back! Hope you enjoy)
Wukong is freaking out.
A mixture of anxiety and anticipation fuels the flickering glances he gives Macaque while the other quietly shifts to sit behind him.
The feeling of having someone in his blind spot. About to touch where he himself couldn't reach. This was supposed to be second nature to them both. One of the simplest actions between monkeys of the same troop.. They had done this thousands of times in their youth...
Yet Wukong was gritting his teeth, as if any second the other's simple presence would lead to a dagger shoved between the king's ribs....
He wanted desperately to trust Macaque again,to show to the other that what they once had could not only be mended, but also be made better...
So why was he so...worried..? Why was the air around them both still so tense? They used to groom eachother even after flinging one another off mountains! Now the idea of grooming couldn't even calm him enough to sit still after a small outburst....
Had-...had the mountain imprisonment truely left him so...damaged...? Had the wrath of heaven really broken one of his most primal instincts...?
Macaque moves carefully, placing a hand Wukong's back. Those already tense muscles jolt at the sudden contact.
The Great Sage's breath stutters...
The queen's voice turns to a whisper..
"Hey, it's alright...just try and relax.."
Macaque bites his lip slightly. Maybe it was foolish of him to have offered this so early on... This wasn't the same Wukong he had always known,maybe he needed more time. Or maybe a different approach? The shadow demon was grasping at straws here. Grooming was supposed to diffuse tension, not worsen it..
"You know...if you want to change your mind..."
The king flushes out of embarrassment, this was his husband for crying out loud...What kindoff immortal being would be distraught over something so simple...?
"No no...continue. Just...be warned...my fur may look rather....neglected...Shameful as it may be..."
Macaque turns Wukong's head to look at him.
"Wukong.."
The Great Sage's thoughts suddenly go quiet in favour of focusing on the way his queen's fingertips gently stroke the fur under his chin... He gains a nervous grin while the other forces eye contact. Macaque's voice is determined...but not unkind.
"I have dashed open the skulls of our enemies and stood unflinching as their brainmatter gushed out. There is no state of simple fur and skin that could appal me. What is important to me, is wether or not I cause you discomfort."
Wukong bites his lip and looks away... Being the king usually ment he was first priority whenever grooming time rolled around... It was a show of his status... A show of how well the troop cared for him...and now...he'd let all their years of upkeep turn into a horrid mess...
However, the conviction in Macaque's words were said with a conviction he could not deny. If the shadow demon truely believes he can handle such a foul sight...so be it.
"...Just...get it over with...don't be cruel..."
Macaque's brows furrowed but he kept his lips sealed. Wukong hadn't overlooked the way the queen's fur glistened in the light of the setting sun... That was how a real ruler's fur must be kept, neat and clearly cherished... Stunning,even more so now than how it was in his days as a beloved warrior...
Wukong takes off his shirt... letting Macaque lay his eyes apon the layers and layers of centuries old mats...
The shame threatened to sizzle like acid against his heart... It was too thick to see the poor skin it was tugging from, too filled with dust to make out the original colors... His bath from yesterday had at least alleviated the smell, but it still clung to him faintly, a brutal reminder of the filth he was kept in...
He almost raised all his glamors again. No longer wanting to burden the shadow weilder with such a daunting task.
However, before he could even utter the words of an apology he felt firm hands start to rub against the aching muscles of his shoulder blades.
Wukong has no words...only a small chirp of surprise was allowed to escape, followed by a overwhelmingly nostalgic silence.
He feels the gentle tugs of Macaque's claws observing the structures of the mats. A gentle warmth starts to spread through his chest...
Curse Macaque and his unreasonable talent.
Wukong had forgotten what it was like under those knowing hands.... Those palms that spent centuries memorizing the shape of each curl, testing each sensitive spot... Even now those diligent hands recognize every curve of his spine and how to leave the Great Sage'shivering...
The moment the queen starts to gently pick appart the knots of that endless fluff. Wukong is utterly done for... It's as if Macaque were carefully separating the painful binds of his very soul... As if every sin was being picked off with the little specs of dirt and dead skin the other had managed to set free...
After so many years in solitude, it almost brought Monkey King to tears... Like a streetsweeper being offered a tray of gold, he questioned wether or not he truely deserved this level of attention and care... Every scar was handled as carefully as an open wound, a harsh contrast to the blades and fires that created them...
Then, as if all of that weren't enough he carefully lent in to whisper.
"Is this okay?"
Gods, is this how he tricked Wukong into marrying him?? That unfairly considerate bastard!
The king wanted to respond...he really did...but when he tried, all that came out was a low trill... Shit, had he always been able to make that sound...?
He was going to consider how embarrassing that must've been...but Macaque had other plans...Letting out a similarly low coo, before gently scratching the bit of skin under the fur he had just freed up.
Wukong felt as if his brain chemistry had been irreparably altered in that moment...
What the hell was that and why was the king's heart beating faster than the wings of a humming bird?!
There was something so right about it, the way it pulled on those past memories. Memories of quiet moments sleeping in shifts under the moonlight, the loud cheers shared after a shared victory. It had always been there...something so unshakable set within his primal reality... The anxiety of uncertainty had been chased out, only leaving the feel of Macaque's hands and the sound of his voice behind.
Gods...that...that's not something he'll ever be able to forget will he?
Hearing Wukong's heart race, Macaque gently starts to sort out the fur at the back his king's head, carefully picking around the circlet he still hasn't found the opportunity to ask about.
Wukong takes great comfort in his queen's presence... Though his mind is still trying to make sense of the feelings he is having... Macaque isn't just a friend anymore.. not legally anyway.... For all Macaque's talk of them being married, Wukong had never stopped to think about what that would mean for moments like these...
He feels his eyes grow heavy at the mind-numbing care the shadow demon was putting into his coat.
"..I missed this more than I realized...."
"I figured...I really should've been there to prevent this..."
"It's not your fault...My coat isn't your responsibility.."
"If I had been there, I could have helped you as soon as you were set free. Also, I have always taken it as my responsibility."
"Why..?"
Macaque pauses...then takes a breath.
"Because I had made a commitment to you, even before the marriage. I was your warrior and I took that role to heart... Even so...I took it too far..."
"Too far?"
"Unfortunately so...I had given up my identity in the process... Though I have grown past that. I will not compromise on it again."
Wukong keeps his gaze locked on the grass infront of him, the garden really was lovely. He only wishes the other would tell him what he ment by "giving up his identity"..
"Hey...Macaque...?"
The queen hums in acknowledgement as continues to rake out the knots in the fur of Wukong's back.
"Could you...tell me...what you could remember from the day we em...got married...?"
Macaque pauses for a moment....right...he needs to keep his story straight... He knew Wukong would ask eventually...
"My recollection is a bit fuzzy on the details....,but it was a bit before we joined the brotherhood..."
The king's eyes widened.
"Really...? That long back?.."
"Mhmm, do you remember when you brought us both celestial wine for the first time? You insisted we have such a large celebration.... I was such a lightweight on that stuff....You'd been endulging since noon...by the evening we were stumbling through the kingdom hung from eachothers shoulders..."
"I do remember....vaguely.."
"Well, eventually you wanted to do something wild and unpredictable....."
"A frequent occurrence."
Macaque chuckles.
"You tossed me over your shoulder and took me all across the mountain...the forests...our spot on the beach... till late in the night..."
"Then when we stumbled back into the main village...you decided right then and there...you were going to get the town 'officiant to marry us. Heh, you shure gave him a fright awakening him from his slumber. You were relentless, practically threatening the man to draw up the document for us to sign..."
The kings eyebrows raised.
"Wait wait-.. so...i didn't ...court you or anything...? No gifts? No proposal..?"
"I'm shure there was some sort of proposal, I did sign off willingly as far as I remember."
"But...we only did a legal marriage...no celebration...? No courtship. No further claiming...?
The shadow demon prayed that Wukong wouldn't turn around to see the anxiety building in his expression...Calm down Macaque, you've practiced this..
The king on the other hand, was absolutely baffled. Of all the ways he could've impulsively married someone, his drunken foolishness had decided to do the most unromantic part of the whole ordeel! Shure Macaque did say he took him across the mountain, but there was no reality where that was even comparable to a regular demon courting!
"Not that I recall....damn that booze filled haze...I'm not surprised you forgot a couple steps though, you were as out of it as could be"
Wukong grumbles..
"It's a shame... someone like you deserves better than a half assed document..."
Macaque paused at that...someone like him? What did he mean by that..?
"What happened after that?"
The shadow demon steadies his voice.
"Well, do you remember when we woke up with splintering headaches near the hotsprings?"
"Yeah?"
The king turned to look back at him.
"That's around where my memory picks up again"
"And you didn't talk with me about it after?"
Shit...calm down...It's only a small question...you can be somewhat truthful...right?...
"Things got complicated.."
"You started messing with the celestial realm more..."
" Then the brotherhood came along... A part of me just assumed you liked having someone who could fill your shoes when you weren't around. That maybe you just wanted a marriage out of some spontaneous idea for convenience. There wasn't really much reason for me to oppose the document, it was mostly just a piece of paper at the time..."
" I considered it a bit of an honer being the person you chose to be legally binded to...and even if I did have a problem with it, divorce was an incredibly rare and often looked down apon thing. It seamed inconvenient at the time..."
"And now, as the queen I could spare the people from so much heartship...all because of our little alcohol fueled adventure"
"You still should've told me....I would've treated you more like a husband deserves..."
Macaque pauses at that...he wonders if that was even something the monkey king could offer...,but if there was a chance...
"Well, you know now..."
"...."
Wukong's cheeks became dusted with red... Macaque is right... He does know now, but being a husband was such a foreign thing to him... So he does what he always does...Avoids the issue...
"Well uh, that's enough for today, we should probably get you something to eat, you've been out here for hours!"
"Wukong, if you're still upset we can-"
"Hub bub bub, you don't deserve to go hungry. Now let's go"
Macaque chuckles at Wukong's hasty attempts to stand, silently grateful that the questions have come to an end.
(Part 1)..(Previous)..
Blue Lakes, Ouray, Colorado, United States: Nestled in the Mount Sneffels Wilderness Area near Ouray, Colorado leads up to the magnificent turquoise wataers of the Blue Lakes. Mt. Sneffels Wilderness covers 16,587 acres on the Uncompahgre National Forest near the communities of Telluride, Ridgway and Ouray in Colorado.... Mount Sneffels is the highest summit of the Sneffels Range in the Rocky Mountains of North America. Wikipedia
So I just simultaneously did, and possibly didn't lose my job today :)
Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.
So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.
But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.
It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?
So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:
Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.
And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.
So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".
So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.
I don't know what else to say aside from I've been laughing all day and I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining Schrodinger's Unemployment to the benefits office.
Update that is not an update because I'm basically certain this isn't what actually happened:
My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.
Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.
Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.
Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).
Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues
(also shout out to the person who proposed Carmen Sandiego)
ACTUAL (partial) UPDATE:
According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.
Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.
For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.
So now I'm officially out of a job. Because my workplace was literally stolen in the night.
Actually fuck it let's share some photos cause I wouldn't be inclined to believe this myself. It's not like anyone can stalk me at my job now and I'm not gonna have to see any coworkers that might find my tumblr.
Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life
Aaand a close-up:
The last remains of a once Very Much Solid And Immobile Workplace
HEY HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE
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[cut to a kiosk on legs, sipping a boba, while wandering into the nearest forest on chicken legs]
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Enamelled and silver mounted box by Jules Auguste Habert-Dys and Fernand Poisson, 1901-1902. From here.
the whole "lipstick on a pig" thing makes no sense because the second we gave a pig access to makeup she became god's cuntiest soldier
Waiter! Waiter! More disabled characters who exist just like the other characters and don't have their disability as their most dominating character trait please! I need more disabled characters with complex arcs about things other than their condition!
Hey so this is insane
Apparently juries in Texas are now issuing life sentences for possessing information ?? There was no terrorism involved, no assassination plot; the couple mentioned in the article did not do or plan to do any violence. They literally just got sentenced to life in prison for being associated with anti-fascism (aka... a pro-democracy movement).
So just to be clear:
Attack the US government and attempt a coup = Pardoned and free to go!
Be present at a protest or in possession of leftist information = Life sentence.
Daniel Sanchez Estrada’s 30-year sentence for moving a box of pamphlets is likely just the start for criminalizing possession of information
Advocates sound alarm after zines were used as evidence to convict protesters of terrorism charges tied to 2025 protest at Texas ICE facilit
Last year on the Fourth of July, a small group from Dallas-Fort Worth held a night-time noise demonstration, setting off fireworks outside the Prairieland Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) detention facility south of the cities, in solidarity with the detainees. A few protesters broke away and spray-painted graffiti on employees’ cars and a security post, slashed the tires on a government van, and broke a security camera. The facility’s guards ordered the protesters to disperse, and most of them did. When a police officer arrived at the scene, drawing his gun, an armed protester shot her rifle, hitting the officer in the shoulder. The officer survived.
After a three-week trial, a jury found eight of nine protesters guilty of “providing material support to terrorists”, among other crimes.
For the Sotos, this “material support” included owning a “printing press” used to print anarchist zines and being part of a leftist book club, the federal government argued. The couple had already left the scene by the time guns were drawn. All eight of the defendants sentenced so far have received unusually harsh sentences – 30 to 100 years – essentially life in prison.
Their attorneys announced their intention to appeal, but many supporters are doubtful that anything short of a presidential pardon from a future administration would free them.
The Prairieland case was the first tried and convicted under the Trump Department of Justice’s “counter-terrorism” initiatives targeting “antifa” – short for antifascist – a decentralized movement the administration has officially categorized as a “domestic terrorist organization”. The federal government argued the Prairieland defendants, what they called a “North Texas Antifa cell”, had planned the demonstration as an assassination attempt against a law enforcement officer. The government alleged this conspiracy even though the defendants were loosely connected, and some who attended the protest did not even know each other.
So being anti-fascist is llegal and worthy of going to prison for life in the United States.
We already knew it, but democracy is dead.
Among the evidence used against them was a banner that said "ACAB," the fact that they were members of the Emma Goldman book club which focuses on "leftist and anarchist literature," an anti-swastika sticker, and an "FTP" sticker found in their home.
And they got. Life. In. Prison.
“If men could get pregnant, abortion would be free” men CAN get pregnant and they’re treated worse than women who can get pregnant
oh folks really don't like being asked to consider trans men
the state of Tennessee is now requiring all "women" have at least 1 child. a woman's sterilization surgery was canceled because she hadn't had 1 child yet. are transmascs allowed to talk about reproductive oppression now? are we allowed to talk about literally any of our problems yet?
update because i was away for exams; no, it does not explicitly say this. yes, it has been in the news being used in this very exact manner, and that's why I posted it. it's a law about arguing that doctors should be able to refuse medical treatment based on their "conscience", and a woman had her surgery canceled at the last minute because of it. this already has historical precedent as many states still force a man (usually a husband) in your life to sign approval for you to get a hysterectomy. we all know bathroom bans are not actually about protecting women. you can read between the lines. if it's actively quacking and walking like a duck, it's a fucking duck.
like. clearly it's being used this way!!!!
The woman said she had been seeking a salpingectomy — a surgery that removes the fallopian tubes — after years of trying other birth control
If your "conscience" or "morals" prevent you from doing your job, you should not be in this line of work, this is disgusting abuse and enabling of bigotry.
"You're the only smart Crewmate left. Honestly, I should have killed you first."
"Green" didn't just acknowledge Purple, they also thought Purple was such a genuine threat, they should have killed Purple before anyone else. Can you imagine that? A timeline where Purple ends up dead first.
“You’re the only smart
Crewmate left. Honestly, I
should have killed you first.”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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Hi everyone, thank you so much for all your support.
Actually, I need some help regarding Tumblr's blog system. When I first started, I thought I could use both my Main and Secondary blogs equally (like on X/Twitter), but I recently realized that’s not how Tumblr works. Now, I want to clean things up and focus on one place.
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1. Create a brand new Tumblr account with a completely new email address
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It breaks my heart to think about losing my art work, my posts, and most importantly, my connection with all of you who follow me here.
If you have any advice like "As a reader, option X would be easier to follow," or "I had the same issue and solved it this way," please let me know!
Thank you so much for your help!
A Lich Lord covered his head with rags and disguised himself as a cleric, then joined the heroes' party. His reasoning? He was bored and wanted to see the world without instilling fear.
There's an adventurer's code, is the thing. Not any of the official ones. Something more subtle.
You see—people who pick up this trade aren't quite normal. Normal people stay home and become the miller or the baker and raise a bunch of kids. Adventurers are almost defined by being a little different.
Like, take Lissar, our swordswoman. Big, buff, drinks a lot, what you would expect mostly. Doesn't talk about her family. Skittish about the full moons. Turns out that she got a bad spell for her gender-fixing and ended up with a nasty case of avolitional lycanthropy, which means that her girlfriend has to use a restraining collar whenever there's enough moonlight. (And no, I don't know if they do anything else with it, I have a firm policy that I don't hear anything that happens in other people's tents, even when I do. So don't ask. I also don't get the human gender thing at all. Sounds strange for a dwarf to say, but I almost think that the elves and their twelve-gender system make more sense, at least they're dividing people up based on actual traits that they have rather than vague physical generalizations that are sometimes dead wrong anyway.)
And me, I'm an absolutely normal dwarf, you think. Why would I go adventuring. Well, you may have noticed the odd-colored left eye, but you might also want to look at the things I do—the petty magics and the prestidigitation—and wonder exactly why a dwarf, scion of a decent family in a well-run cavern, would pick up what are essentially thieves skills—
And then you would want to mind your own business. Because that's the code. Everyone has some odd wrinkles in their backstory, it happens. It'll probably come out at the worst possible moment, too. But you don't pry.
So when dude shows up with a bandaged face telling us to call him Brother Healhand and using a bizarre mix of slang that spreads across the last three hundred years, if not more—we knew perfectly well that something was up, and we didn't ask.
Which works up until he ended up commanding, not turning, a full legion of the Smoke King's undead forces. That gets…hard to ignore.
"Hast thou a notion what I should do with these fuckers?" Brother Healhand asked me, sitting pensively on a rock. His bandages were disarranged enough that I could see glowing eyes, and the crystal on the end of his staff was a rather disturbing eldritch greenish purple rather than its usual soft white. I don't think I'm supposed to be able to see that color. I looked at the army of obedient zombies instead.
"Did you do the same ritual as the Smoke King?" Probably not what I should lead with.
"The blood rite of immortality?" Becoming a lich has a body count. A large one. That's why decent people don't do it. Brother Healhand looked away. "People change."
Can't argue with that. I've changed some myself.
For one thing, I'm talking to an undead rather than dying in a futile attack. That's a change. Dwarves have opinions about things that don't stay dead. (Except the Star-Jeweled King, who I think may actually be dead, but people hope he isn't—although even there, there's a kind of relief in the fact that he hasn't woken up, because that would be the Big One, the War at the End of the World, and we all know we're not all getting through that one.)
"You going to stand with us against the Smoke King?"
"Even had I not changed," Brother Healhand said promptly. "My kind are territorial and combative. And the Smoke King is just plain crass."
The enemy of my enemy is not my ally, necessarily, but he's still a guy you'd rather have around than not. So long as you keep an eye on him. "And these guys—"
"Spread the word not, I pray," Brother Healhand said, "but mindless undead have always slightly—bothered me. Nature abhors a vacuum. I feel that Things creep into the gap where the soul was. Which can lead to—unpleasantness."
And these zombies were old. "Do you think we can safely use them to fight the Smoke King's other legions?"
Brother Healhand was quiet for a moment. "I abhor the notion of being the distraction. However. Thou canst picture it, no? Another lich approaches, raises his banner, hails the Smoke King in his lair and threatens him with his own minions, telling him to come on if he thinks he's hard enough. Hardly a challenge any lich could or would ignore. Meanwhile a small team, slipping through the tunnels beneath the mountain— it could be done. Perhaps. The odds are not good but when have they ever been?"
I thought about it.
It might be the best chance we were going to get.
"No heroic last stands," I said. "You distract him and you get out of there, get it? We want to see you again when we get out."
Brother Healhand gave me a wry look. Which is difficult with eldritch glowing eyes. "I did not come to this state by loving the notion of death. I'll be there, with bells on. I would have thy promise of the same."
It occurred to me that given Brother Healhand's age—whatever it was—there might be significance in the fact that about a month ago, he switched to calling us all thou. I think most of us wrote it off as, oh, he talks like that. Maybe not.
"With bells on," I promised.
Oooh, I love this.