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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your monster husband comes home from work

General Plot: Your monster husband gets home from work and you have dinner ready and waiting for him

Tentacle monster (Chase) x Bimbo female reader

Word Count: 1.5Kish

Part Two

W: smut, tentacle sex, anal and oral sex, pet names, bimboification, yandere behavior, manipulation

Your husband walked into the kitchen, loosening his tie as he went. It had been a long day preparing sacrifices for his boss’s glorious rebirth. He’d had to scrub for at least five minutes to get the blood from underneath his nails before he came home to you.

“Hi honey!” you beamed, holding a plate of freshly fried chicken and placing it on the table, “how was work? Did the Miller account get finished?”

He glanced at your ass as you bent over, before you scurried back to the counter to get the sweet tea. A smile came to his lips as he tried to remember what he’d made up to tell you the Miller account was. He played stupid games with himself coming up with ridiculous lies to tell his innocent, but incredibly stupid wife.

You thought he was an accountant at a private security firm. That’s what he’d convinced you the building his villainous leader used to perform his twisted experiments and house his prisoners was after you’d showed up at the front door one day with treats for the office. His monstrous coworkers had all been very amused by his tiny wife standing at the front desk in mittens and her winter hat holding a tray of cookies while he scrambled to stuff his hideous form back into his suit to greet you. Of course, you didn’t know any of that.

“Everything is going as planned, the zebras should reach their new homes shortly,” he mentioned pulling his suit jacket off of his broad shoulders and stalking you across the room. His steps were surprisingly light for someone so large and you jumped when he appeared behind you.

“Thank goodness the poachers can’t get to them, your company does incredible work,” you said and thought you heard him chuckle, but when you turned to look at him he was just coughing into his hand.

“How was your day, cupcake?” he asked, wrapping his big arms around you.

You breathed in his familiar scent as he folded himself down to you and pressed his lips to yours.

“It was good, sit down, relax!” you playfully pushed him away from you as he came in for another kiss, “I went to the grocery store and called the contractor about remodelling the kitchen.”

His eyes glazed over as he listened to you retell him your incredibly boring conversation about kitchen tiles while he imagined you naked spread across the table. You picked up a plastic pitcher of ice water from the counter and crossed the room to set it down, not seeing him stick out his foot to trip you. You stumbled face first into the tile floor pouring ice water down the front of your shirt with a squeal.

“Oh baby! Are you okay?” he asked, pulling you up by your shoulders and spinning you around in his big hands. His concerned eyes drifted from your face down to your hard nipples poking through your soaked sweater. He ran his thick thumb over a pebbled nub, hiding his smile.

Embarrassed tears came to your eyes at your own clumsiness and you blushed. Chase was so handsome and capable. You were always embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“You have to be more careful my clumsy little wife,” he chided you, “let’s get you out of this wet thing.”

He tugged your sweater over your head leaving you just in the little skirt you had on.

“I’ll go get a shirt,” you mumbled, trying to slide around him, but he stopped you with a firm hand on your waist.

“You’re cold,” he murmured, his eyes focused on your chest. His hands slid up your body to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking your stiff nipples.

“Chase…” you started.

“Shhhh”

He pulled you down to straddle his lap as he sat down in a dining chair sucking one into his mouth. You moaned, grinding yourself into him without meaning to.

“Chase, I think-”

His hand tightened on your back and he glanced up.

“What did I tell you about thinking?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

You gulped under his intense gaze, you swore for a second his pupils changed shape, but when you blinked they were large, but round.

“Hmm?” he prompted.

“Y-your w-wife doesn’t need to think,” you repeated what he’d told you as his teeth prickled your nipple, nibbling it. They always felt sharper than they looked.

He grunted, pleased.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed into your chest, his fingers drifting underneath your skirt and dragging against your lips, “You’re just a pretty little set of holes for me to fill, aren’t you?”

You bucked your hips into his hand, unable to resist what he wanted to give you. His thick cock hardened beneath you and you pressed your pussy into him whimpering like a greedy slut.

“Take it out,” he said, pausing a moment from lapping at your nipples, “I know you want it.”

You fumbled with his fly, and his cock popped out, slapping your mound. Precum dripped down the shaft in white ropes making a mess of your panties. He seemed to have more than any other man, but you hadn’t been with anyone but him so what did you know?

“Put it inside of you,” his tongue was all over your oversensitive tits and you would have done anything he told you at that moment. You lifted your hips and tried to lower yourself on his massive shaft, shoving your panties to the side. Though you’d had sex with your husband many times, you’d never quite adjusted to how big he was and it took some effort of you to push yourself down on top of him.

“Do you need help, cupcake?” he chuckled.

You nodded, your cheeks pinkening with embarrassment. Your husband deserved a wild sex kitten. You tried your best, but you could barely fit him inside of you!

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes eating you up. He thought you were adorable, barely able to fit the tip into your tiny cunt. Stroking your cheek he thrust up into you forcing a shout from your lips and tears to your eyes. You could feel him in your stomach as he clutched your hips, forcing you down onto him. Throwing your arms around his neck, your pussy clung to his fat cock.

Chase wasn’t sure why this time was any different from any other time he’d taken you. Maybe it was the little skirt you’d been wearing, maybe it was how cute your blush was when you’d tried to stuff him inside of you, but suddenly he wanted to possess you. Yes, you were his wife, but he’d never really taken you. You’d never seen what he truly was.

It had always been a regret of his, that he’d never showed you, but you were just so sweet; all sunshine and rainbows. He’d been afraid he would scare you off. Despite that, as he watched you writhing in front of him he couldn’t hold his monster inside anymore. It slipped out a little bit at a time.

It started with a nudge at your asshole and at first you thought it was Chase’s finger, but it felt…different, thicker and a bit slimy. Your eyes shut as it forced its way inside of you and you collapsed against Chase’s chest panting.

“Ch-Chase,” You moaned into him, confused but not exactly wanting whatever was happening to stop.

“You trust me, right cupcake?” he murmured into your hair as whatever was inside of you started thrusting firmly in and out, going deeper with every stroke.

“Mhmmm,” you whined into his chest, feeling his cock and the tentacle in your ass fill you in perfect synchronisation. Another sticky tentacle stroked your clit, winding and unwinding the tapered tip around it until you whimpered and tears streaked down your cheeks. What felt like wet mouths latched onto your nipples mercilessly sucking.

“Keep your eyes shut,” he grunted, pounding into you like it was the last time.

Something thick and wet nudged at your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth. You trusted Chase completely. Whatever this was…you wanted it. It forced its way down your throat and you gagged. Your eyes popped open at the rough invasion to find your formerly handsome husband transformed into a hideous beast. His massive teeth sparkled in the fluorescent light, while his six eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy.

“Flkjdg!” You screamed, coming in a surprising and incredible orgasm.

You sagged in his tentacles while he used your holes to chase his pleasure, watching him in awe. He was nothing like you'd ever seen before with mottled green skin and an odd frill around his neck.

His eyes focused on you and he froze as you took each other in.

“(Y/N),” he murmured, his voice lower and more gravelly than normal.

The tentacle in your mouth slipped out and you whined.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop Chase!”

You were so close to coming again to your monster of a husband fucking you. An eerie grin spread across his face and he stuffed his tentacle back in your mouth to regain his previous pace.

“Is my dumb little wife a monster fucking slut?” he growled into your ear as he ravaged your body. The tentacles on your clit and nipples sucked harder, sending you to the clouds.

You nodded your head at him and your doe eyes with his tentacle shoved between your lips pushed him over the edge. Cum spewed out of all of his tentacles covering you in sticky fluid. You orgasmed with cum running out of all of your holes.

The tentacle down your throat retreated and Chase replaced it with his mouth on yours. His kiss was gentle despite his sharp teeth.

“You really didn’t have to keep this from me,” you panted into his lips.

“But it was so easy,” he chuckled. You punched him weakly in his big chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing your back with one tentacle, while another massaged your scalp, “do you forgive me?”

“If you keep fucking me like that,” you agreed.

Chase thanked the dark god that he’d married a simple woman, wrapping you up in his tentacles.

“I think I ruined dinner,” he said, giving something close to a frown with his perpetual smile and looking at the cum drenching the chicken.

“Let’s order pizza,” you sighed against his chest, hoping you could get a nap before it arrived.

#monster fucker #monster smut #monster x girl #monster #monster romance #monster x human #monster lover #male yandere #yandere smut #dumbification #bimboification #tentacle monster #tentacles #eldrich horror

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otterloreart · 2 days

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My little pony: in space

a rough timeline of my design process

Note: the variations above are NOT meant to be final in any way. I'm calling them the farm / fantasy / africa sets for now. I was just iterating on zebras, donkeys and giraffes when I started and got carried away.

Thoughts on the giraffe: I'm not sure if I want to keep the neck as a separate cylinder, but I do like the idea of being able to spin that part separately so you could "stagger" the hairline better.

There's a version of the nose thats just a half circle and a version with nostrils and more detail.

The head and feet are actually from an older model, really early on in my takara drafts, that I repurposed for this!

#takara ponies #my little pony #giraffe #my little giraffe #i guess #the green giraffe inspired me yes #i think the purple giraffe would sell better #doll designs #animals

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fruityfairy-world · 2 months

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One Piece characters as ponies!!!!!

a fun way to unwind after a long stressful term!

here is my List as to why they are the way they are:

Zoro

- earth ponies have lots of endurance and brute strength, kinda just fits his vibes.

- “b but how will he use three swords? !” you may cry. fear not. i thought of this. i think he would have one in his mouth yes but the others he does sorta martial arts wielding to spin them and launch them, and cause he is Big he launches himself around to catch them. i feel like he’d make it a cool performance

- i didnt make him a unicorn bc i felt it was too easy for him to wield his swords that way. its zoro. he needs to be TOUGH

- cutie mark are swords bc. swords

Sanji

- unicorn because in my head the unicorns should have the weird tails and be tall

- he uses his horn for easy and professional cooking! he learned how to multitask and its what makes him so Speedy

- his legs are still super strong despite being lankier, his longer tail is also used like a whip.

- yes i gave him pants

- yes the pants are blue. truthfully i was thinming of All Blue and wanted to die that in.

- i really like his cutie mark. i made it a burning heart bc of his fire lol and also just his passion, could also be seen like he hurts himself a lot too

Nami

- cute pegasus!

- her wings let her steal faster and sneakier :3 she uses them more for agility and tricks rather than long distance flying

- cutie mark is a tangerine for obvious reasons

- i think she would have her tattoo on the other side of her body!

Robin

- unicorn because she is a smarty pants, i think she is also elegant like one.

- i imagine her devil fruit looks rlly cool with longer limbs, she would probably replicate her horn to stab when needed >:-)

- i chose for her to be a cooler toned purple because she is just. Purple! in my head.

- cutie mark flower petals. tried to make her markings look like petals too

- gave her pink eyes for fun

Usopp

- my camo king. it just felt right because he waits for the perfect moment to strike

- he isnt a pegasus or unicorn bc his strength is his brain! i feel like he’d invent things to try and be like them, but ultimately realize that his intelligence is what makes him save the day

- he can run and hide forever in the best way

- cutie mark is for his skill! a sharpshooter!!

Luffy

- i made him a zebra bc of his zoan powers. it felt right

- SO RED

- red

- still has the hat! obviously! i thiught about making his cutie mark a straw hat but that feels too easy. i almost made it a crowm but that doesnt fit his personality/morals, it feels too idk, hierarchal for him

- black tipped wings inspired by snake man :-)

let me know what u think and if i should do…gasp….more!

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 4 months

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EP 4 was just mostly talking and conversations, but there was so much depth THAT I MUST TALK ABOUT IT.

I could literally feel the anguish exuding out of Sally trying to teach Percy to swim

Ngl i was a lil skeptical about azrien’s acting but hearing that scream changed everything

“Hey, you still sleeping?” “Yes” she’s so relatable i love it

i thought we were going to wait until the zebra truck scene for the trauma bonding but we got some of it now which is cool and also makes me wonder whether they’re going to take it to a whole level in the zebra truck scene

I kinda like how annabeth knows so much about grover their dynamic in the show is just so chef’s kiss

I dont know if the whole “thalia made me earn it” thing is canon but its an interesting spin on their dynamic

Grover is such a mood pls shoutout to grover (this episode focused a lil more on percy and annabeth’s dynamic)

Its interesting how they changed frederick chase in the show. In the book frederick never wanted annabeth but in the show frederick loved annabeth. It makes more sense now that percy asks her to go back especially in the books, that was very controversial to have annabeth seem like she was overexaggerating about what she went through with them

i was waiting for them to introduce the searcher pan stuff i almost thought they’d erased it, thankfully they brought it up

ANNABETH’S FACE WHEN THE COP CALLED HER A “LITTLE GIRL” LEAH YOU’RE A ROCKSTAR

Medusa>>>>echidna in the show IM SORRY ECHIDNA WOULDN’T STOP TALKING

The architect in annabeth is coming out i hope she explicitly talks about it later on

I don’t think the writers knew what to do with grover when percy and annabeth were talking so they just made annabeth a little unnecessarily rude for some reason?? At least its better than the movies, where annabeth and grover just WALK AWAY from hermes and percy

i didnt expect the random posh voice it threw me off but it was so funny

OK but can someone help me with this? Percy in this scene says “i have a gift” to annabeth? Could someone pls explain? What gift?

Last episode i was cringing at the screen at percy for the “can’t we just call your mom?” This episode i was cringing at the screen for annabeth’s “you wanna say hi to your dad :))))” these kids have no sense of touchy subjects do they

you’ve done so much more to me in the past few days than poseidon has done in my whole life. If i have to stick with somebody, i—“ “be careful, you were about to call me a friend” THIS DIALOGUE IS SO PRECIOUS ITS WORTH A BILLION DOLLARS

Im suspicious about the percabething this series is doing so far, i feel like its too early, its giving me a feeling that there’s going to be some big angst thats going to happen later on to break the world

When Percy fell, i was genuinely thinking he was going to give annabeth a hug lol (“wow annabeth no you are my friend!!” Something like that)

alexa play jump and fall by ts

I love that they’re expanding the consequences that came with sending medusa’s head to olympus, and how it negatively impacted annabeth, which will probably turn angsty later on

Also, percy looks half dead

The plan to push annabeth into the stairs was executed so smoothly wow

i like they are exploring the very concerning side of percy too, the part of him thats like “im the useless one im ready to die no probs” ALSO THALIA PARALLELS THEY’RE DEF GONNA TOUCH ON THAT NEXT EPISODE

i like how the water grabbed percy like a little tunnel

Its so funny how the nereid says poseidon’s name and percy just starts struggling more like “HELL NO”

THE PARALLELS OF THE START OF THE EPISODE OF PERCY TELLING SALLY TO BREATHE AND THE END OF THE EPISODE OF NEREID TELLING PERCY TO BREATHE

What the heck is that throne thing? Why is percy turning golden? What is happening? HUGGGGGG!! (Too early, as i said), oh look ares—OMG ITS ARES!!

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sherwees · 16 days

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c : implied black reader a tiny bit.

w : never smoked before, getting high.

side note : you would never believe what this is connected to.

“cmon, you could give me more.” you responded with a childish whine, his fingers dug into your sore sides.

you could barely see hendery, besides the moonlight that illuminated his blown out eyes; his sclera's were red but not as red as yours.

hendery snatched the blunt 3 times during the session after he noticed and claimed that you “were eating the joint” but now it laid on the carpet. that's why the roof looked like and felt like it was spinning, your stomach felt like a cave, your feet tingled and your throat itched. everything was searing. hendery sucked tingling blemishes all over your throat and collarbones, his head slower than normally was now lowering to your swollen nipples.

“s’ pretty baby..” he groaned, his large hands smoothing up to under your armpits and gently maneuvering you, diagonally. you emitted a pretty light whine as his cock slid out and emerged from your hole with a slick pop. you opened your eyes and fluttered your eyelashes at him in confusion, he was just staring at you.. his eyes were literally stars. big yellow cartoonish stars. but they faded away once he literally punctured your cervix, you almost recoiled.

“hey–” you murmured a concern or at least tried to before hendery 's attention went to your lips. he suckled on your top lip, his fingers grazing your nipples lightly. based off how his hands were sliding slyly to your ass, hendery was trying to distract you from something. his lips moved to the crane of your neck once he started punctuating his already–harsh thrusts, if his grip on your ass cheeks wasn't so fucking lethal, you would've been squirming.

the base of his cock swelled, “babe, fuck.” hendery kinda cried. was he using your ass as a stress ball, his kneads on your sore ass started getting more aggressive as he became frantic. “dery– please–” you pleaded in a rasp murmur, his balls slapping against your wetness made a heat rise and wrap around your neck but.. something else wrapped around your neck.

his clammy fingers found your neck and slid over the crane, right over a small, throbbing hickey. it was smaller than the others. “your thumb looks like a bowling ball.” you giggled, you blunk and it burned tears out of your eyes; you weren't blinking. you were so stuck on his pretty ass collarbones and the fact that his forearm bulged with navy veins when his thumb found the base of your neck.

“don't care–” hendery gritted through his teeth like he was actually bothered. “m’ gonna knock you up, alright?” he maneuvered you down on his cock, his nails were creating crescents into your flesh.

“huh—” your clit throbbed rhythmically with every moment your ass met his thighs and you swore that the second that he placed his thumb on the swollen bud, everything went black, just like that first time you two met, very coincidentally. you sniffled and you smelt straight marijuana but with a sense of sweetness and now that you think about it, you didn't expect hendery to be a smoker.

his eyes did look weirdly droopy that time he delivered your pizza.

“m’ gonna– inside.” hendery looks up at you with those lost FUCKING DOE EYES, the thing that got you into him in general. you stomach caved as your high reached out and yanked you by your ankle, if your orgasm was a force, you would've been out the window and sprawled out like a family guy character. as your thighs wrapped around his waist, he shuddered at the cool contact; hendery actually only looked up because your tan skin morphed into a zebra's crim.

“hey! I'm not cumming inside a zebra!” hendery slurred angrily, his eyebrows creased in some sort of worry and anger. you yelped as you plopped right back on the bed, the emptiness of your hole made you SICK. “dery– don't be like that.” you reached out to him but he only slapped your hand away before crossing his arms like a kid.

“I'm not gonna fuck an animal, I'm not committing beastiality.”

“you're not–” he scoffed at the comment, turning away in a manner that would be considered playful but he was high right now; so he looked stupid.

“leave me alone!” hendery warned and stood before tugging his shirt back on. his eyes were still slightly bloodshot and his lips formed into a pout, “stop looking at me like I'm a fresh piece of grass!” he whined and covered his eyes like a kid.

“oh no! don't leave, they'll think that you're some sort a maru addict.” you yelled sarcastically but you were still kinda scared for him.

“I don't careeeee.” hendery flopped back on the bed before emitting a bubbly laugh, “you're so cute when you're concerned..” he squeezed your cheeks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “how did I manage~ to get with a cutie like you.. my zebra princess..” he cupped your face before he shut his eyes and puckered his lips, obviously, expecting a kiss back. you felt nice so you placed a chaste peck on his chapped lips.

“thank you, your majesty.” and he flipped you right back over.

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #wayv smut #nct drabbles #kpop drabbles #wayv x reader #wayv drabble #wayv scenarios #wayv #hendery x reader #hendery scenarios #hendery smut #hendery #nct crack #wayv crack #kpop crack

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ladylooch · 2 years

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Current Master List

Updated: 1.12.2024 | plz read rules here before requesting 😘

Purple Text indicates a series/ LadyLooch AU

Smut is indicated with a * ; 18+ content, Minors DNI

Mat Barzal

Drunk Me

Your Protector *

Barzy on a First Date

College Graduation

Sweet Caretaker

Anthony Beauvillier

Begin Again

Kevin Fiala

Letters in your Last Name (Series) *

Magic in the Kitchen * & The Best Part of It * & Beach Day

All Star

Hot Tub Smut *

Nico Hischier

What My World Spins Around (Series) *

Handsy in Target

Where I'm Supposed to Be

Hurt on the Road

Ours *

Protector

Nico's Biggest Fan *

Next Morning

The Devil and a Ranger *

What the Doctor Ordered

Clingy

A Night of Firsts *

Morning After

Zebras on a roof top

Part 2

Tik Tok Torture

part 2

Fake *

You're Not The One

Flower Picking *

Swiss Showers *

Crossing Paths

A Real Man *

At Home with Nico

Losing Control *

Unexpected

No Nut November *

Nico's New Girlfriend

Movie Night at Home

Summer Heat *

Nico Hischier and Anniversaries *

Yoga

Recovery *

His Superstar *

Anything to you *

Island Injury

Halloween Let Down

Nico Hischier & Timo Meier & Kevin Fiala

Lio & Lucie ( Hischier & Meier cousin Blurb Series) *

Liv X Luca (Meier & Fiala kids Blurb Series) *

Adrian Kempe

Another Round of Me and You * & Yours

Greener Side of that Fence

Soft Moments

Skating Coach

Friends to Lovers & New Girlfriend

The Way You Look Tonight

Parallel Lines

Timo Meier

Loving & Leaving (Series) *

Never Til Now *

Inexperienced *

New Neighbor in Jersey

Nailed It *

Keep My Head Up

Beard Burn *

Halifax *

More of This

Flashing *

Skating with the Sharks

Eager Beaver *

Yacht In Ibiza *

John Marino

Odds were against us

Trevor Moore

Choose Me

Brady Skjei

All About You *

Bacon

Tie Me Up *

Miles Wood

Shot In the Dark AU (Series) *

Size Matters *

Nothing Like Her

Days Like This

Mile High Miles *

Bookworm

I Need a Big Boy *

Perfect Storm

All I'm Seeing is Red *

Concert with your big boy

#my writing #b writes

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mischief-tea · 4 months

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#plying some local sabriel with a natural dark zwartble/welsh mountain blend #spinning #fiber arts #wool #yarn #loving the zebra stripes #soft and squishy yet strong oh yeah this will be fun to knit up

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sunshinecircusworld · 7 months

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story test - tom and carousel

this is the second time i tried writing a scene for this project, i wrote it last month and i've decided that i'll post it publicly :)

format, story, etc all subject to change

[Tom is a black-furred anthropomorphic tomcat. He is approaching a multicolored, primarily pink anthropomorphic zebra named Carousel.]

So your name is 'Carousel'?

𖦹 Yes. It is what I am and have always been, and thus it is what I should be called.

Why are you always walking in circles?

𖦹 The answer might be the same. It is what I am. A carousel spins in circles unendingly.

But you aren't a carousel, you're a person.

𖦹 I know that. I am a person, but I haven't always been. I think I only started 'living' recently.

...

[Tom feels an uneasy sense of understanding for what Carousel has just said.]

𖦹 Do you think there's a difference between being 'alive' and 'living'?

...Yes, I think. We're all alive, but we aren't always living. I think I've experienced something similar, maybe.

𖦹 Oh, really? I'm intrigued.

Well, I don't know what you've been through, but, for me at least, when I was at home I was definitely alive, but I don't think I was living.

𖦹 What was your home like?

I don't really wanna talk about it, sorry.

𖦹 I understand

Sorry for bringing it up pointlessly...

𖦹 No, it was valuable to hear. I do think we have some things in common, but I don't think you're the same type as I am.

What do you mean by that...?

𖦹 Being 'alive' is often juxtaposed with being 'inanimate,' right?

Yeah, like inanimate objects, like, stuff and things, and stuff... But not all of the things we refer to objects are actually inanimate or actually not alive, you know? Like plants, they're definitely alive, and somewhere in between animate and inanimate, but usually categorized as objects when compared to stuff like people and animals.

𖦹 Yes, precisely. In actuality, there is very little distinction between what is 'alive,' 'inanimate,' an 'object,' a 'thing'. All of those words have overlap with each other when arbitrarily categorizing the beings of the world.

I've always wondered why people and animals are considered more alive than plants. And besides that there's all sorts of other weird stuff that I don't even really understand. Like jellyfish and corals and all that stuff? And bacteria and viruses too. I don't really get it.

𖦹 You don't need to 'get' it. Just understand that we all exist in this world together and we all perceive and understand and value it in different ways.

Do you think things like corals, and objects can perceive and value things...? I know we were talking about animals, but I don't really know how plants feel about the world. Well, actually maybe they like the sun. Maybe they think the sun is the most beautiful thing in the world.

𖦹 Yes, exactly.

But then what about things like rocks? I can't really imagine how a rock would perceive the world.

𖦹 You don't need to. There will always be existences and perceptions that cannot be understood.

Ah... I guess that's true.

𖦹 Anyway, I forgot to get to the point. I was once an inanimate object, but I was still 'alive'. However, I had not yet begun 'living'.

What do you mean you were an inanimate object? That doesn't make any sense.

𖦹 ...I'm disappointed in you, Tom, honestly. I'd have thought you'd have noticed by now that things here don't make sense.

...Yeah I guess that's fair.

𖦹 Like I was saying, I was once an inanimate object, I was literally an animal on a carousel, a zebra spending every day galloping around in circles while not moving a single muscle.

Wait, you were like a carousel animal, like a ride? Being ridden? And able to remember all this?

𖦹 Yes, I was likely cast in a mold and installed onto the ride, although I don't remember that part. I just remember being on the carousel, pierced by the pole and ridden by the guests. Around and around and around and around.

What was it like? If that's okay to ask. Being alive but not able to move, not really 'living' yet...?

𖦹 I can't recall many emotional memories or details... I think my emotional capabilities may be abnormal or lagging behind in some ways. Maybe I didn't yet have a 'heart' when I was on the carousel.

[Tom thinks deeply about this sentiment.]

I see...

𖦹 What I do remember was galloping, and the feeling of the pole and the guests, and the sound of the music. The latter was quite beautiful but the first two were... perhaps uncomfortable. But I tolerated it. I'm strong, after all. I needed to be.

You were 'alive,' but definitely struggling, but still surviving. So...when did you start 'living' and stop being an object?

𖦹 That I can't remember.

Ah, sorry for asking.

𖦹 What I do remember is when the pole piercing my belly was finally removed. It felt like finally being freed from a restraint after being stuck for so long... and the pole then became my walking stick, allowing me once again to gallop.

Well, it's not the same as you, but I think I understand the feeling of being stuck, and then getting a bit more freedom.

𖦹 Yes, it's wonderful. It was the best thing to ever happen to me.

It is wonderful.

𖦹 I was blessed to be given this new body, the ability to be an 'animate object,' the pole that has become my walking stick. All of them were given to me so that I can continue galloping.

Is that why you just walk in circles every day...? I still don't really get it. Where are you going?

𖦹 There is nowhere to go when you gallop in a circle. It is the act itself, galloping, walking, running in a circle which holds significance.

And that significance is...?

𖦹 The strength to keep going.

Like how you kept going on the carousel despite your constant discomfort from the pole? Or do you mean it's about endurance in general, or the strength to keep living.

𖦹 Even now, although the pole no longer burdens me, it appears that the fact that I have been given a new body and the ability to move has left me with a residual eternal discomfort. And yet I keep going.

Do you mean you can still feel the discomfort from before even though you're not an object anymore?

𖦹 Sometimes I do feel the pole, yes, but that's not what I'm talking about. My joints often ache throughout the day, for seemingly no reason. It'll start in the wrists, spread to the elbows, transfer to the knees, hips, and just keeps going in it's own loop within my body. It's like the discomfort and pain are also galloping in a loop, and each stop along the circle is one of my joints. I think it is because my body was stagnant for so long, and then altered to my new form, and it isn't quite used to it yet. Maybe it never will be.

Oh, wow. I'm sorry to hear that.

𖦹 Don't be. It's how I live. I'm 'living' now, after all, even with discomfort and pain. I'm quite happy to be 'living,' even like this.

Again, it's not the same as you, but I also get aches in my back and neck pretty frequently. And I seem to get tired faster than other people... So, I know what it's like to have a day where it feels like you're not strong enough to keep going.

𖦹 I am strong enough to keep going. I know I am and I know I always will be

Ah... I didn't mean to imply otherwise...

𖦹 It's fine. I know I am strong because every day I continue to walk, to gallop, in my circles and loops as I know I must, and every time I take even one step, it hurts. But I continue to take the next step, and the next step, and the next step.

Wait, it hurts every time?! If that's the case don't you think you should take a break or something...?

𖦹 It makes no difference. Discomfort and pain persist even when sitting, when lying down, and after resting, I still feel pain.

Wow... You really are strong.

𖦹 I need to become stronger. I know this because I have begun noticing changes in my body. It seems the joints will ache for longer and longer, and the pain too, stronger and stronger.

Can't you take medicine for the pain?

𖦹 It is not so simple. The medicine that has helped relieve the pain has had the side effect of interfering with my galloping. I can't have that. I must keep galloping.

Ah, I see. That sounds tough.

𖦹 Indeed, it is. But I have been strong in the past, and endured much discomfort, so I believe I will be possible to do it again. I was blessed with this body and this ability to move. I'm certain it won't be stolen from me, and I definitely won't become an inanimate object again.

That's great that you have so much confidence and motivation.

[Tom feels somewhat jealous of Carousel's faith and drive for self improvement.]

𖦹 Yes, although I don't see it as an impressive skill or anything. I simply have no other choice than to live this way.

Right...I guess that can be said about all of us, I mean, in terms of what bodies and abilities we happen to have. It's not really something we have all that much control over, so we adapt, and we live.

𖦹 Yes, we adapt, and we live.

#announcement #story #carousel #tom

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hell-is-cozy · 8 months

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JJK Headcannons

Second years.

Maki once told Yuta to get a better sleep schedule and try breathing exercises and yoga after she noticed his near constant eyebags and his fidgeting, since then hes tried to sleep better and practices Yoga in his free time to help with his nerves, this also inspried him to take on a cleaner hair style.

Panda wears a small pajama hat to bed that principal Yaga made for hime when he was younger, since he likes it so much he asked Yaga to make three more of the hats for the other second years.

Panda frequently invites the other second years to have sleep overs with him, when they do he makes them all wear the hats Yaga made for them, Yuta and Toge almost always come over for the sleepovers, although Maki has only ever come once.

While in africa Yuta would send pictures of wildlife to the other second years, this is how Panda discovered what a Zebra is, and due to both him and the Zebra sharing a black and white color scheme he grew jealous and now dreams of punching one.

The one time Maki went to Pandas sleep over he spent the whole night talking to her about her feelings for Yuta after he had fallen asleep first, at the beginning she was a blushing mess and only respond with basic head shakes and nods, but soon she got so annoyed that she couldn't help but yell at Panda, she woke up Yuta in the process, Toge never actually fell asleep. he told Yuta everything, Yuta proceeded to blush but that moment was destroyed by Rikas jealous cries for Yuta.

the only second year Rika gets along with is Panda, both of them being love obsessed leads to them having long conversations on the topic, Rika also enjoys being spun around by Panda and Panda enjoys Rika spinning him around as well since shes the only one tall and strong enough to do it.

Rika does not like Toge, she fails to understand what he says so she can help but feel excluded whenever he and Yuta are together which makes her jealous, she doesn't do anything though because she knows it would make Yuta angry.

Rika hates Maki, and her hate extends just beyond Maki herself, after Yuta told her "...handle her gently, as if she were a butterfly or flower!" she has grown to dislike both flowers and butterflies, everytime she sees on she can only think of Maki which irritates her.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk second years #maki zenin #toge inumaki #yuta okkotsu #panda jjk #rika jjk #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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fancylances · 3 months

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OC Kiss Week / Day One / Almost

pairing: Roxanne Wheeler (she/her)/Avery McCarthy (she/they) genre(s): hockey, canadian zombie-apocalypse

Roxanne flies down the left wing, puck on her battered wooden stick. Dekes past one of the Otters’ defencemen and catches sight of Johnny Two whizzing past the blue line after her. Once he’s onside, she saucers the pass to him—it skips once on the asphalt and hits his tape like it’d been on string. Roxanne laughs, gently chirps Gorman as her rollerblades tic tac around him, and beelines it for the net.

Johnny Two slaps the puck back to her, she cradles it for just a moment before snapping the shot high blocker side on the Otters’ goalie—

It sails like a rocket; on target, on target—

Mac’s blocker rises at the last second, and the shot ricochets off the butt of her stick. Sailing out and over the old plastic boards with all the sauce Roxanne had put on it. The crowd groans and one of the kids (little ones always eager) fights others to say “I got it!” before scuttling from the bleachers and into the tall grass.

The zebra skates over, already blowing the whistle to call the play dead.

Roxanne sighs through a sideways little grin, huffing with the hard work of a few too many shifts back to back. Bobbing gently on her skates, shifting her weight in a little dance to keep her heartrate up. Blonde curls bouncing in her sweat-messy ponytail as she watches the Otters’ goalie Mac wrench her helmet off for the break in play.

Mac gives Roxanne a cheeky smile, flashing the hole where her right upper incisor used to be, as she grabs her water bottle and shoots water all over her sweaty face.

“Almost, Wheels,” Mac chides her, chirping with a little sneer. “Must be a rough way to start a season. Just can’t hack it from that wing.”

“Oh yeah?” Roxanne laughs as she puffs her chest out. “I heard the Fire Dogs got a new goalie this year. His save percentage is almost as big as your head.”

“Pff—” Mac rolls her eyes. “If he wants a dick-measuring contest he can come on over and pull his own pants down. I’d beat him there, too, I bet.”

“Love to see it,” Roxanne chuckles. Endlessly bouncing on her heels, skate wheels tapping and spinning with her movement.

“Got it!” one of the kids screams, holding the puck aloft and hucking it back into the rink.

The zebra waves everyone over to center rink for puck drop, and Roxanne turns back to watch Mac plop her helmet back on. Wonders if it's the heat that’s made the goalie’s face so pink.

The Bluebirds do manage to score, but their captain Roxanne Wheeler doesn’t net another shot on goal. She does get an assist on a pass to Sandals for the game-tying goal, but she’s never allowed to get in close enough to snipe anything past Mac. Overtime is a wash, and the sun is starting to get low by the time they start setting up for the shootout. Roxanne assigns Johnny Two, Scotch, and herself as the first three shooters, and shrugs and says they’ll wing it if they need to go extra rounds.

She perches on the boards by the Bluebirds’ bench, legs swinging in the encroaching cool of the late summer evening. They’d better wrap things up soon. Nestor is usually safe this time of year, but deadheads are always more likely to come out of hiding after sundown. There’s too many kids in the bleachers for it to be worth pushing things into the evening.

She’ll just have to score on Avery McCarthy. Simple. Monkeys-on-backs notwithstanding.

First up is Harry Gorman for the Otters, shooting on Brand—who’s been having a slow start, too, but damn if he hasn’t done a fine fucking job keeping things close. Gorman always comes in slow to start and dekes a few times before trying five-hole. Always. And Brand reads him like a diary that’s been left out on a nightstand.

Then Johnny Two for the Bluebirds. He’s a right-handed shot, and Mac is strong blocker-side. She punches his shot out of the air almost before it’s left his stick.

Pastry takes his spot at center and waits for the whistle, almost vibrating with a need to touch the puck. He rockets at the signal, a burst of speed up the asphalt. It’s not often Roxanne gets to see a slap shot in a shootout, but there you go. It rings off the post and carroms off into a corner.

Scotch skates in lazy eights as he waits for the ref to get set. He’s older than everyone else on the Bluebirds, but that hasn’t slowed him down—or softened his shot, and Roxanne winces as the puck cracks off Mac’s dome.

Mac removes her helmet again, taking the time that the refs have given her to inspect her equipment after the hard shot. And Roxanne finds herself staring at the Otters’ goalie just a little too long. Her brown hair in a tight tail, the base soaked with a game’s worth of sweat. Freckles standing out from heat-pink skin. Her eyes are such a deep brown they look black from here. Eyes, Roxanne realizes, are glaring right back at her. They both look away at the sound of the whistle.

The Otters’ new centerman takes the point, her eyes pinned on Brand. Roxanne doesn’t know her name, but the Sharpie on hockey tape across her back says SNOT. She takes a winding line to the net, the tak tak tak of her stick on asphalt as she dekes back and forth, zig-zagging almost too fast to follow. A sharp wind-up that turns into a fake-out and—

Brand windmills his glove hand and snaps the puck clean out of the air. The Bluebirds’ bench howl and tap their sticks in fanatic fervor. Wild appreciation for their goalie.

Roxanne heads for center rink, feels her teammates tap her with their sticks as she leaves the bench. She waits, never still, for the sound of the whistle. Vision narrowing, a single lane like a spotlight down to the goal—to the goalie guarding it. Mac shuffles in her crease, flexes her glove and chokes up on her stick as she anticipates Roxanne’s first move.

The whistle goes, and so does Roxanne.

She has the best seat in the house to see the puck sail over Mac’s shoulder, to see the frustration building like steam in those dark brown eyes.

“Come on!” Mac screams. Whacks her stick hard on the ground.

She’s all but drowned out as the Bluebirds flood onto the rink and collapse into a giddy, celebratory pile. It takes a handful of minutes to calm the team down enough to join the handshake line, but they do get around to it. The teams gliding past one another and tossing “good game” back and forth between them. The occasional pat or hug from old friends, playful rivals.

Mac is at the tail end of the Otters’ line, fuming. Only present because she’s expected. She mumbles, holds her blocker out in an imitation of a handshake, and passes by the grinning Bluebirds. By the way she’s glaring holes in everyone’s heads, Roxanne half expects a fight to break out. But everything remains wonderfully civil.

“Drinks on us!” Roxanne calls out to both teams. It raises spirits considerably.

Avery McCarthy is waiting outside the Bluebirds’ locker room when Roxanne emerges showered and changed fifteen minutes later—a can of light beer half-drunk in her hand. Mac raises her own can in recognition; a salute.

“I hate you, sometimes, y’know,” Mac says as she steps up into Roxanne’s space (she’s small, for a goalie, and Roxanne’s legs are a million miles long even when she’s not on skates).

“I know,” Roxanne says smugly. “But it’s cute when you’re mad.”

Mac rolls her eyes and stands on her toes. Pulls Roxanne down into a hard, hungry kiss. One that Roxanne had been waiting for (like shuffling in the crease, waiting for the shot). She fits her arms around Mac and holds her there. Dares her to try and leave now that she’s committed.

“Not in front of your team—” Mac tries to protest between kisses, her lips moving against Roxanne’s with every word.

“You started it,” Roxanne murmurs, grins.

“Hate you,” Mac says again, this time through a needy little sigh as she sinks deeper into Roxanne’s arms.

“Cute,” Roxanne mumbles back.

They don’t sit together at the bar. Each of them celebrating or commiserating with their team. But now and then, when conversation lulls, eyes meet and converse without saying a thing.

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #there's a little more hockey than kissing but i'm ok with that

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