#kinda insane

[kobb4ni2]

Surprise have you miss me?!

Once again I came here with another imagine with our lively Sea Serpent Reader. Since reader has both male and female parts I can see her produce asexually of she wanted to or wanted to have a child out of the blue. So picture this reader just taking her casual trips to visit her favorite people and while she striking a conversation with them they hear a baby cry.

Behind her back is her baby and now she is taking care of them. Now everyone in their minds went from *single hot giant sea monster lady* to *certified milf sea mother*

JABAIWHA YES MOOTIE, IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR MILF AND MONSTER READER ADD THEM TOGETHER I GO 👹👹👹👹

It’s true that Sea Serpent! Reader both have male (two c0cks…) and female parts and can reproduce (eggs…) and this scenario just made me imagine Sea Serpent! Reader being bored one day and just making an egg by themselves 💀 and everyone is just eye-ing the product trying to see who’s the counterpart LIKE.

Boa: That merchild is definitely mine! She has my upmost beauty and she has my eyes too! She must have to imagine me when making the merchild so basically I’m her mom!

Mihawk using his sharp eyes to see any kind of resemblance of him (he’s STARING DEEP into the merchild a souls to see if she has the same eyes as Mihawk).

And the same thing goes to the Admirals…

All of them were just reaching.

GETTING CARRIED AWAY SORRY!!

But Sea Serpent! Reader is SUCHHH MILF material not only are they tall, wise and have enough knowledge to take care of kids but…since Sea Serpent! Reader is huge…think about the boobies….the milk enough to feed health kids. (That one big mom convo💀💀)

JANAHA JUST IMAGINE, King on his “patrol” aka “where you go, it’s actually where I’m going too..” and it was just a nice walk but until you saw a lost girl in the capital, she both bumped into both you and King’s legs. King was obviously annoyed and was about to tell the kid to scram but you immediately carried the girl up and talked to her about it, which caused to the girl now in your shoulders as you both look for her mom, and when you both did you noticed that the whole time King was oddly quite, more quite then usual…is he angry with you? (He was infact planning both your kids name…)

KATAKURI MY MAN💕 Kids aren’t a problem to Katakuri I mean, duh he lived with 84 sibling with different races and attitudes.

Katakuri and Sea Serpent! Reader were just walking through the woods (woods that Brûlée did not jinx so yall can spend more time together) that’s when you both saw two lost kids, Katakuri was concerned but did not show it he tried to be logical to where the kids were going, but you were more emotional there for the kids, through the afternoon you finally got out of the forest, with two napping kids in your arms (boobs). May it be the sunlight rays but my-in Katakuri eyes you looked absolutely magisterial, plus when Katakuri knew how good your are with kids the first hour, he was just daydreaming through the walk. Later that night Katakuri started to read more about mer children and the right habitat for them…

Now all I can imagine is Sea Serpent! Reader going into heat….(for scientific research) who ever was lucky enough to bed Sea Serpent! Reader, is not gonna be lucky the next day limping…(worth it though 👀)

[nitroish]

a trip to hell; an internal cacophony, a lesson in learning how to fight back against yourself. a battle between what you believed to be true and being wrong.

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

err kinda insane over this COTL fanfic and drew the mc hh

also ignore mt chicken scratch handwriting plz i am freezing

[depressedraisin]

been listening to jarvis cocker's album chasons d'ennui tip-top and im like wow look at that jarv made a lounge pop-y album in french in 2022 oh wow look at the orchestral elements the vintage synths there's a bach reference there omg this sounds so much like something alex would be into i wonder if he's listened to this when making the car. then i find out it's a covers album of 70s french pop songs ajajdjdjjfjfjgf

[bastardbvby]

foolish making it to top 5 on the ace race leaderboard his third day on the server, vastly improving his pvp skills in battle box, and having sapnap of all people say that he’s a bit cracked at dodgebolt.....i don’t think this team is the nerf scott was expecting

[euphoricfilter]

i’ve just had the most daunting realization that i am in fact a fan of bts. but i also write dusty ass fan fics about them all too, leading somewhat of a double life because i think i’d maybe live off the grid if anyone i knew was aware of my little hobby

[theashpit]

Every day i wake up and all i want to draw is Vore and big guts this is my life now

[firein-thesky]

you know in chapter three of godmaker i call megumi “usurper” once. this was weeks ago when i wrote this. didn’t think we’d spiral towards that so soon in the manga like i thought i was taking a shot in the dark but WELL.

[finalwoman]

[k3uuu]

turns out a former harry potter artist has me blocked for some reason even tho i’ve never spoken to her ever?

[unown]

forgive me for referencing parks and rec but I felt like ben wyatt and his depressing stop motion film working on my animal crossing island (a game i haven’t given the time of day in months) literally all day yesterday

[go-bwah]

my stream started lagging half way through so i didnt see all of it but it literally looks like huricane isnt even doing tricks and is just acting

[tohokuu]

csm is so much like jjk.

megumi as aki, nobara as power and denji like itadori…

there’s so many similarities like how megumi was gonna exorcise itadori bc of sukuna and aki wanted to do the same to denji bc of pochita until makima stepped in.

same w gojo, he stepped in to make sure itadori didn’t die.

then the way gojo and makima both report to higher ups. although, gojo would despise makima with a passion. she’s absolutely horrible.

yuuji and denji are also similar in the fact that they are strong protagonists with uncontrollable power.

aki and megumi being parentless ☠️☠️

also the pieces of the gun metal and devils eating it to gain more power is a lot like curses eating sukunas fingers to gain more power and the radar thing and sending where more pieces of sukuna is … it’s so similar to the gun devil thing.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Raising Chaos.

masterlist.

cw: kind of inhuman whumpee, restraints, manhandling, general whump, destructive and or murderous impulses of said whumpee, he imagines a voice in his head, medical whump, mention of scars, falls unconscious (let me know if i missed anything!)

It was almost funny. To think that for all the various…not-exactly-legal things Chiar had done, the one that got him in the most trouble was also the stupidest of them all. 

Staying out past the city’s curfew? 

He hadn’t even known there was a curfew in the city. At least that’s what he politely told the guards. Yes, he was capable of being polite. Sometimes. 

Chiar did not like the odds very much. He could feel the tension in the shadows– something was wrong. Different. The darkness whispered against his skin, making him shiver. Something was very wrong.

There were five armed guards. 

The city streets? A maze. He had no idea where he was. 

So Chiar kept the hood over his eyes and spread his hands placatingly. The quiet humming in the back of his head increased in volume as he lied. “Look, I live right down the road. I, uh, lost track of time–”

The first guard cut him off impatiently. “You have to come with us. We can do it the easy way or the hard way.” The other guards began to fan out, surrounding him. 

They know. Kill them. 

Chiar shook his head, “I can’t,” he whispered, voice strained. I won’t. 

The first guard paused. Perhaps the sight of Chiar muttering to himself was a bit strange, even for him. Perhaps it cemented the idea that Chiar was one of the strange creatures that only haunted the outskirts of people’s nightmares. 

Whatever the reason, the guard approached with more caution. 

The humming turned into a high-pitched warning. The shadows tightened around him as the guards came closer. He could hardly feel anything at all now. Just the electricity pulsing at his fingers, waiting. Waiting. 

Chiar swallowed his panic. He looked up at the guards. 

It burned underneath his skin. Behind his eyes. 

Yes. 

Let me out. 

Chiar turned and ran. 

“I’m not doing it,” he said under his breath. The voice faded at the statement and he thought it sounded disappointed. Which was stupid. 

He had forgotten the guards had him surrounded. Completely surrounded. So it wasn’t until he tripped over the guard’s leg that he realized his mistake. The darkness froze, drawing back, tendrils of shadows rising up from him and disappearing. 

The ground rose up to meet him, bringing unconsciousness with it. Chiar thought of all his mistakes he’d made, this was undoubtedly the second worst.

* * * 

Chiar’s head hurt.

And it was so bright. He could feel it on his eyelids, bronze and cold and so, so bright. 

He couldn’t remember– he didn’t want to open up his eyes. Something had happened. Something bad. Something that had ended up with him here.

His head hurt and for some reason he couldn’t move. 

That took a second to sink in. He couldn’t move. His dazed mind took a moment to comprehend the reality of it all. His wrists and ankles were restrained with what felt like shackles. At least, there was something hard digging into them. And he couldn’t feel his fingers. 

You’re as good as dead now. 

Chiar forced his eyes open. Horror left his mouth dry and his head spinning. 

They know. 

There was no other reason they would take these precautions. 

He didn’t bother to reply to the voice. He needed to focus. Focus on getting out of his predicament. He was tied– no, shackled– to a chair. His jacket was gone and the air was cold on his bare arms. 

Chiar blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light. He was painfully aware of the lack of shadows.

Someone cleared their throat. “I see you’re awake.” 

Chiar thought that was a dumb statement. It was obvious he was awake. And panicking. Not that they seemed to care. He squinted, trying to make sense of the blurry figure on the other side of the room. 

The only thing he could make out was that they wore a green jacket. Like everything else, the color seemed too bright. 

They crossed the room, peering down at him. They appeared more curious than menacing. 

Chiar looked away, trying to keep his breathing even. Trying to appear like he wasn’t terrified out of his mind. The voice in his head was abnormally silent. It offered no advice. He focused on the tiled floors, studying the little squares like they were the most important thing in the world. 

“I thought your kind had more sense than to show up in the cities.” They took hold of his chin, forcing his face upwards to look at them. 

Chiar felt the heat rush to his face at their touch. It wasn’t unkind– just detached. He had never felt less human. 

They clicked on a small flashlight. “Eyes on me, please.” 

Chiar continued to stare at the floor, hands clenched against the wooden arms of the chair. The light would hurt. And he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to listen to this strange person in a green jacket. 

Their grip tightened. A silent threat. 

Gritting his teeth, Chiar looked up. 

“Thank you.” Their politeness was infuriating. Why were they acting like he had a choice? 

The light burned, as expected. He tried not to show how much it hurt. The light dug into his eyes, clawing into his head and leaving him wanting to throw up. 

They turned his head this way and that in the light, clicking the flashlight off. They hummed quietly to themself as they worked. “Such strange eyes. It's your kind’s defining characteristic, isn't it?” 

Chiar didn’t answer, too focused on the sensation of his skin burning where they touched him. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a cryptid. What's your name?” They asked, dropping his chin. 

The leftover touch of their fingers remained. Chiar shuddered, licking cracked lips. He didn’t trust this person. Not one bit. “Chiar.” 

“Chiar. You’re tied to a chair. Oh–” they laughed, eyes brightening up like that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard. 

“Hilarious,” muttered Chiar. 

“I’m Azide. Or your savior. Whichever you prefer,” Azide said. 

Chiar remained silent. 

Azide paused. “Those scars on your arms. Where’d you get them?” 

Chiar’s head snapped up. Yet another reason why he felt vulnerable without his jacket. His eyes narrowed into slits of electric blue. “On the job.” 

There was only one job for a cryptid: lying, stealing, killing for information that others wanted and praying they didn’t get caught. 

Azide nodded. “If you’re looking for work, my sister, Sterling, is the person for you. You’re lucky, cryptid, that I found you.” 

Don’t call me that. 

“Chiar. My name is Chiar.”

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[that-cheer-up-anon]

Did a Prowler themed look! Really wanted to play w the purple and green. I haven't touched my purple liquid lipsticks in a long time and I had to redo my lips so many times lol. I also have never used purple as a blush colour before, which was another fun new thing.

[maniacpixiedreamgirl]

so they only reason the bridgertons stopped popping out babies was bc the father died otherwise they would have gone for a-z yea that's normal