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medium iced chai on oat milk, extra cinnamon by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
25 Apr 2026
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“For you, ducky,” the barista teased as he handed the cup over, making sure to brush Quackity’s fingers with his own. They winked, chuckling as the businessman choked on nothing. “And have a nice day at work, darling.”
They should be a singer. Did they sing? Quackity hoped they sung. Every word from his mouth sounded like it should have a soft guitar melody over the top of it, strumming to its tune.
Quackity took the cup from their hands, and told them, “You too, king of kings,” revelling in the way Wilbur’s face lit up.
“A poetry buff! I knew I liked you for a reason besides that pretty face. I hope to see you tomorrow, Quackity.”
“And you, Wilbur,” Quackity replied, flush creeping up his cheeks as he exited the store and closed the door quietly behind him.
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OR: Quackity's the head of the illustrious Las Nevadas Industries, the company with the single most hold on the gambling industry there is, and he just so happens to find a new coffee shop right next to the building he works at. Wilbur, on the other hand, has just set up Paradise Coffee, when all of a sudden this handsome stranger walks in. Gay shenanigans ensue.
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28 Apr 2026
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Vox pulled his pocket handkerchief out and winced as he spat into it. Vox froze, screen paling as he spotted what had been causing the problem.
A single, bright yellow, pointed petal lay in the very centre of his obnoxiously red and black striped handkerchief.-‐---------
Vox starts coughing up flowers after seeing Alastor in person for the first time since the radio demon vanished. He knows his options are limited because there is no chance in Hell that Alastor will return his feelings. The only thing left to do while he figures things out is hide it from the other Vees... and the rest of Hell.
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29 Nov 2025
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Of course, because he can never be wrong when he'd like to be, Macaque is the one who breaks the silence. "You killed me."
There's a pause as Wukong scrapes his nail over a shingle, then, gently, presses it down into its intended spot. "Yeah."
"Did you ever think about it?" Macaque ventures, voice more intense. There's a missing question there that makes Wukong want to hesitate.
He doesn't though. "Yes."
Funny how things tend to come back to him. He doesn't bother reaching for the tenth shingle.
"Did you ever regret it?"
No. "Just that it was you."
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Sun Wukong's forgotten how messy the business of moving on is.
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08 Jun 2024
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“I’m gonna get Monkey King.”
Macaque immediately shifted to glare over his shoulder, “MK—”
“Aannndd I’m already doing it. Hey Monkey King!”
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The one where Macaque gets sick, pretends he isn't sick, and ends up with Wukong begrudgingly looking after him. Fever delirious Macaque and embarrassed Wukong interactions ensue
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- Part 1 of Monkey Brainrot
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01 May 2024