Kodee-Pup

(A request for something Wukong sent to Macaque turned into the two matching at a beach day 😆)

Macaque’s outfit from @ogvioletjedisylveon

Wukong’s outfit from @kodee-22-blog

I wrote a beach day short too~

Intended to be short… but you know me. It never turns out short xD

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Wukong shifted uncomfortably, his toes curling into the warm sand beneath him. A deep scowl tugged at his face as he yanked at the straps digging into his shoulders, clearly offended by every second he spent wearing the thing. His hands swept down his sides in a futile attempt to smooth the swimsuit flat, only for his fingers to brush against layers of frills and obnoxiously bright pink fabric.

Completely humiliating.

There was nothing remotely intimidating about this look. No fearsome Great Sage, no legendary warrior—just ruffles, pastel colors, and enough exposed skin to make him want to crawl into the ocean and stay there. If anyone saw him like this, his reputation would never recover.

It clung shamelessly to his hips, the fabric hugging every curve while spirals of frills and strings of pearls curled around his thighs and waist. The whole thing gave him the appearance of some enchanting sea maiden dragged straight from an old legend; soft, alluring, and entirely too pretty for his own comfort. The sort of thing meant to lure demons into the ocean depths rather than fight them. Absolutely mortifying.

Why had he agreed to this again? Right. Mihou.

It had been that stupid, devastating puppy-eyed look paired with easy promises murmured against his ear. He shuddered; a date, kisses, time together, all if Wukong just wore the outfit for a little while. And like an idiot, he’d folded instantly beneath the affection.

It had sounded far easier before he was actually wearing the thing.

Now, standing there with pearls brushing his skin and pink ruffles swaying around his legs every time he moved, Wukong was beginning to realize this might have been one of the greatest mistakes of his immortal life.

Ready to turn around and storm straight back home, as he could apologize to Mihou later, Wukong had barely shifted his footing before he heard it.

A sharp inhale, then a gasp so openly delighted it sent heat rushing violently into his face; Mihou had spotted him. And judging by the stunned silence that followed, he liked what he saw far more than Wukong was prepared to handle. Wukong could practically feel the attention sliding over him, heavy and intent, like warm hands tracing every exposed inch of skin. It hit him in waves, Mihou’s attraction so immediate and overwhelming it made Wukong’s stomach twist.

Oh, this had been a horrible idea.

Wukong couldn’t even bring himself to turn around. His arm lifted instinctively across his chest in a weak attempt to shield himself, shoulders curling inward despite the way the swimsuit left very little to hide. The pearls at his hips clinked with the movement, and he heard Mihou suck in another breath at the sight.

That somehow made it worse.

“I swear if anyone catches me looking like this, Mihou—” Wukong snapped, the threat losing all its bite the moment it reached him.

He heard Mihou step closer behind him, slow and unhurried. The sound alone made Wukong tense. Hands hovered near his hips, just shy of touching, like Mihou was restraining himself from grabbing hold completely. The pause somehow felt worse than if he had simply done it.

Mihou murmured, voice low with poorly concealed delight, “It’s cute that you think I’d let anyone but me see you like this.” His breath ghosted against Wukong’s ear, warm enough to send a sharp shiver down his spine.

Wukong’s cheeks burned hot. He hated how easily Mihou could do this to him. How a single sentence, spoken in that tone, could make his pulse stumble and his thoughts melt into static. His fingers curled uselessly against his chest as he struggled to hold onto even a shred of dignity beneath the weight of Mihou’s attention.

“Well… I wore it. Deal’s done, so I’m going to go change now,” Wukong muttered quickly, already trying to step away before his courage failed completely. The attempt lasted all of two seconds. He jolted when Mihou’s hands finally settled against his bare skin. Warm fingers slipped beneath the strings tied at his hips, hooking there lazily against the swimsuit as though testing how easily they could pull him back. The grip tightened just enough to stop the Sun Monkey from escaping, palms squeezing against his waist possessively while keeping him exactly where he was.

Since coming home, physical affection between them had been rare, careful, hesitant things that never lingered long enough to settle beneath his skin. A brush of hands. Fingers briefly bumping together. Little scraps of contact that could still be dismissed if either of them lost their nerve.

Nothing like this.

Mihou’s hands rested firmly at his hips, warm against bare skin, fingertips occasionally grazing the edge of his stomach whenever he shifted. The touch wasn’t rough or demanding. If anything, that made it worse, as it was gentle.

Tenderness had always been harder for him to endure than violence ever was. He knew how to fight, how to bite back, how to withstand pain until it became meaningless. But soft touches? The kind that said I want to hold you rather than I want something from you? How could he survive that?

“So soon?” Mihou asked, his voice threaded with amused insistence. Wukong could hear the smile in it. “And here I went through all the trouble of matching.”

That made Wukong freeze. His ears twitched as he turned his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, only to immediately regret it. Mihou looked entirely too pleased with himself, dark eyes heavy with open admiration as they dragged slowly over Wukong again.

The realization that Mihou had actually coordinated an outfit with him sent another wave of heat crashing into his face.

Mihou had, in fact, matched him.

A wide black sunhat rested atop his head, shadowing the pleased curve of his smile while his hair spilled freely down his back in dark waves that brushed against his hips. The swimsuit itself was deep black threaded with rich purple accents and frilled fabric curling around his waist and thighs in a way that somehow looked both elegant and dangerous on him.

Wukong stared openly. Then his gaze caught on the star-shaped opening over Mihou’s chest and his breath faltered entirely. He recognized that design immediately.

He had bought that outfit for him years ago.

Back during the worst of his crusade, where Mihou was ever on his mind, but blood forever stained his hands. He remembered seeing it and thinking of Mihou instantly. Remembered pretending he hadn’t spent far too long deciding between colors before finally choosing the black and purple because it would look beautiful against dark fur and moonlit skin.

And Mihou had kept it. More than that, he wore it now, for him.

Wukong suddenly couldn’t seem to remember how words worked. His throat felt tight, tongue useless as his eyes remained fixed helplessly on him. All coherent thought dissolved beneath the realization and the devastating sight of Mihou standing there in something Wukong had once picked out with careful hands and a quietly aching heart.

“Would be a shame not to at least take a stroll together,” Mihou murmured softly. His hands drifted upward again, as though testing how much Wukong would allow. Fingers brushed over the seashell top stretched across his chest, daring enough to briefly cup him there before gliding back down to rest at his hips once more.

Wukong sucked in a sharp breath, his body arching instinctively beneath the contact before he could stop himself. The reaction betrayed him instantly.

Mihou stilled for half a second, clearly feeling it, and Wukong, mortifyingly, could feel the pleased little smile that spread across his face without even needing to look at him. “The shells really show you off,” Mihou murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

Wukong immediately reached back, fingers snagging sharply against Mihou’s ear in retaliation. “R-Release me!” he sputtered, face burning so hot he thought he might actually die from embarrassment this time. His tail lashed violently behind him while Mihou only laughed softly against his shoulder, entirely too pleased with himself, wobbling away when his ears were tugged enough.

“Alright, alright~” Mihou laughed softly, finally relenting. “Hand holding then.” He stepped around enough to offer his hand properly, grin warm and impossibly smug all at once.

Wukong immediately narrowed his eyes at it as though Mihou had personally insulted him. His face still burned bright red, ears twitching with lingering embarrassment while he stubbornly avoided looking directly at him.

Then Mihou’s smile softened. No longer teasing, just hopeful. Eager in a way that made something ache quietly in Wukong’s chest. His Moon looked genuinely happy just to be here with him, to walk beside him, to hold his hand, to have this little date at all.

And really, how was Wukong supposed to say no to a mate so utterly beautiful and happy?

I’ll go first. I’m @iminyourbedsheets and at my last doctor’s appointment (NO HATE TO THE DOCTOR BTW SHE WAS DOING HER JOB) my doctor was examining my height and stuff and she got to my weight and just said “honey have you been getting enough exercise?”. And she also recommended some healthy food options. And that’s how I found out I’m a fat ass. AND I BROUGHT THE BOWL LOL.

I brought the cookies!

to sum it up I've almost felt the consequences of a divorce, my sv¡cide ideation has slowly turned passive, I've felt the cons of s3lf-harming, consistent verbal and mental abuse both at home and at school, hypersexuality and several other things I wont name. I brought the french toast!!

@samthelocalshadow, @n4melezz-3rr0r, @mister-berry + any of my other moots <3

basically when I was eight years old (@ediblemonkeywrench has heard this story) my mother had taken us to Walmart after a school event of mine, she didn't take us in the Walmart, she left us in the car in the parking lot, keep in mind I'm the oldest kid, and basically I had this BRIGHT red and orange paper and I kept holding it to the window to see the light phase through it pressing my hand on the cold window, later on I'm fidgeting right? I hear a knock on the window, I turn to see a fucking police officer, SOMEONE CALLED THEM AFTER SEEING ME HOLD THE PAPER AGAINST THE WINDOW WHILE IT LOOKED LIKE I WAS ALONE IN THE CAR. Anyway I was panicking and tearing up at that point, because again, I AM EIGHT YEARS OLD. And he asks "How long have you been alone?" I say "I don't know.." cause I'm 8 Idk how long she was gone I was in my own damn world. He then asked "How old are you?" and I respond "I'm eight..." because why would I lie about my age?????? And FINALLY he let me roll my window up and I'm sitting in the car PANICKING. Cause now I'm worried if I'm in trouble or my mom AND THEN EVENTUALLY she comes out of the Walmart. She talks to them a bit, I think I did something wrong, she get's back in the car angerily putting her keys in the thing and messing with her junk filled cup holder saying "I told them you were eleven." SHE SAID IT WITH SO MUCH DISDAIN IN HER VOICE. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WOMAN. I DIDN'T EVEN LOOK ELEVEN. SHE TRIED TO GET ME TO LIE TO A POLICE OFFICER. I AM A LAW ABIDING CITIZEN. SHE'S THE PROBLEM. NOT ME. THEN WE DROVE OFF NO PROBLEMS???

And I brought the Mango Peelerz...!

I have more stories. Do believe me when I say that.

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Hello, I'm @enzietheenby and there's so much I wanna share💔 but that's all recent so I'll choose something minor and random from the past

While we were in English class in Year(Grade) 11, we were listing medical terms or stuff related to medicine and their meanings. Then we'd write a story about it. It was a very fun exercise ngl :p Well, until the English teacher wrote "Common cold", and I was EXCITED AS HELL. Cause I did a LOT of random research that night before and was like "Hey, I know this :D" plus everyone else, teacher included, didn't know the answer.

So, I summoned the courage to raise my hand and speak. When I stood up and said, "The common cold is a viral infection of the nose and throat :D" (but like really fast cause I was anxious and all). Then ALL my classmates turned to me and LAUGHED. They laughed and laughed, and I was so confused. What did I say wrong??😭 And the teacher didn't even try to stop them. So, I sat down in shame😔 (and tears but shhh)

So apparently they were laughing cause I said "viral." Viral. VIRAL. CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS AND THOUGHT I WAS SAYING NONSENSE OMG AND THE TEACHER DOESN'T KNOW EITHER. Then this popular girl stood up and said, "A cold is a disease that causes a fever at times and blocks the nose sometimes." And everyone CLAPPED. SHE felt proud and appreciated. THAT was what was written in our notebooks. That definition was the accepted one.

This seems like such a small non issue but this didn't die down there. She kept reminding people of my answer just so they could praise her over and over for hers😭 and EVERY TIME. they laughed in my face for it💔 and this isn't the first time she came after me and used popular/pretty privilege to get away with it😭 I still have nightmares about her

UH, I BROUGHT SNICKERS :3

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I had an abusive friend in first grade who would emotionally manipulate me and I only like in the last couple of years realized that that shit was abusive and toxic.

She would constantly switch up how she felt about me and that I wasn't her friend anymore and then I was and made me cry or at the very least had no idea how much her words effected me.

I was literally crying out in the bathrooms once because of her and the teacher had to come out and talk to me because I guess I was out there too long like I remember that moment distinct I can see it so clearly.

She would also hit me, I distinctly remember one time she was skipping by in glass and like hit me on the head and maybe it hurt or maybe I was upset about a previous manipulation of hers cause I remember that I was crying or teary eyed but I smiled after what I thought was a "head pat" and the girl sitting next to me legit was like "she just hit you on the head why are you smiling?" Like genuinely confused and concerned for me.

I said it was just a friendly head pat and that's our thing.

Like I realize now how fucked up that was and this girl was only seven. I think she moved to a new school but she was gone pretty early into the next year.

But that was when I was seven, it was a long time ago and I'm over it now. Think my moots will want to murder her but I just hope she grew out of that behavior.

So I'm just here for moral support y'all

Butter Rolls anyone?

They are cinnamon rolls but made with biscuit dough instead and baked in a super tasty caramel sauce and they are to die for. They can't really fit in the salad cause they will make everything sticky but they can be on the side.

Y'all don't have to do this if you don't want to you can just enjoy a tasty treats I don't want to trigger any trauma

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HELLO! I’m @fresastar and I’m here to tell my story that involves I think on December after Christmas ended.

so, when I was maybe 10 or 11 years old, my mom and I finally decided to build my LoL Surprise house that I had begged her to please build it, I was very much obsessed with LoL dolls.

Practically she agreed, and while my mom and I were building it, my dad came back around that time-

(note: my dad and mom had divorced so my dad had taken my brother on Sundays so it was Sunday of the week)

with my two brothers that he had taken and saw me and my mom building the house, he then noticed I was wearing Pjs that’s a shirt and long shorts on. And he then commented on my size and here is the quote that he had made, and it was Spanish so I’m gonna put it in English:

“ *moms name* why is our daughter look like a cow? She’s getting fat”

which literally broke my mind and I started to tear up, and embarrassed to which then ended up for me hiding in my moms room and my mom and dad started to fight over my size, with my mom arguing to my dad of why I should be shaming me for my size and blah blah blah, I zoomed out because I was crying and embarrassed about it.

so now I have maybe a little self conscious about myself and what I like to do, thanks dad 😐 don’t worry , I’m getting better now…maybe😅

sooooo I brought trollis ~ my favs :D

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@dusty-ducky47, @foreverabrokenfighter, @py-dreamer

@kizsumi, @cattyfairytale @zozoregrets, @kodee-22-blog

@trash-raccoon-boy @krystal-dragon

My mom got diagnosed with a genetic disease when I was 11 then passed away when I was 13. This disease made mom not herself and we had to put her in a care facility because of some the things that happened. She ended up escaping the first care facility then was transferred to another one further away, this wasn’t our choice, we were moving forward to move her to a better facility but the current facility was negligible and she passed on their watch.

When I reached high school I started my first serious relationship which was super toxic. I ended up going to a mental hospital and so did my ex that year. Their mom blamed me for all their mental health problems which caused me to have a new need for approval

I have been in a mental hospital twice since then, but now I’m the road to recovery and in a very healthy relationship. I’ve also been tested for the genetic disease and I barely made the cut off, so I will never get it!! 🎉

The disease is called Huntingtons, it would be cool if the people that see this post read up on it.

And I brought the Carmelo’s my favorite candy

Also I don’t know who to tag? So the chain ends with me I suppose