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Imagine being a passenger on a 19th century ship.

The seamen flirt with you whenever you're out and about, throwing you the occasional cheeky whistle from the web of ropes holding the rigging together. Some have invited you to play cards with them, others have offered to show you less frequented parts of the ship.

One day, the second mate returns on a small boat filled with beasts. The crew that came with him had been torn apart by these monsters, yet he somehow managed to subdue them. The creatures screech, trashing within the nets, clawing everything that approaches.

They are lifted onto the main deck, and the stewards urge you and the other passengers to return to your rooms. Mysteriously enough, however, the unholy screams abruptly stop.

The merfolk stare at you with a faint grin.

One of the sailors steps in front of you protectively, earning a wrathful grimace from the tailed beasts.

The captain orders for the monstrosities to be taken to the lazarette and locked up. Their hollow eyes continue following you, until they're finally out of reach.

It seems that those devils have taken an interest in you.

The crew reassures you that you are in good hands, and that they'll take care of you if anything ever happens. On the other hand, a growing anxiety begins to nag the back of your mind.

You can only pray the monsters don't escape.

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So uh... I think I found Zzy's tik tok page:

Questionable video: The spanish sentence means "Stab yourself with it"

Yeah, that's him I'm afraid.

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man I can't imagine walking on heels like urs 😭 must be painful nah?

- 🐋 anon

I'll tell you what, it's more comfortable than my captain attire. You try balancing on three wooden legs! But I saw that ship home nonetheless. They called me Mad Ozz the Pirate.

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Retracting my status as 🦋 anon, it's been fun, love you Ozz🫶🏼

Sorry to hear about your departure, anon. You will remain in my heart.

The question now stands: do I auction the signature, do I erase it from existence, or do I pin its hollow carcass to the walls of my home as an eternal reminder of human bonds?

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your doodles are cute. it brings me joy

can I be 🐓 anon if it's not taken?

Glad the silly doodles are to your liking, anon. Welcome to the family.

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if a pintrest comment commented on my stuff in shock and disgust i’d probably throw up

Eh, I wouldn’t let it bother me, anon. Back in middle school, I used to have multiple classmates pull the “why are you so weird” spiel with a genuine grimace, but ever since then I’ve been lucky to encounter many people who’ve accepted me regardless of differences.

And listen, this is really just my observation: I went to the best high school in town, and one of the top universities in my country. Coincidentally or not, the number of judgmental people dropped dramatically and immediately.

That is to say that most of the smart and insightful people won’t judge you for being different. Do not concern yourself with the rest. :)

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OZZ??? IS YOUR BACK OKAY??? you don't need to become a pretzel to look at the leech on ur butt just ask someone to take a pic for you or smth 😭

Don't worry anon, it's not my first rodeo. Excerpt from my Discord server as proof (context irrelevant):

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content: gender neutral reader, noncon!, gore!, mutilation!, captivity

Yandere!Artist is not quite an artist by profession. His skill of trade can be immediately guessed in the way he so masterfully handles a scalpel. He hacks, and cleaves, and stitches right back up.

He's saved many souls, and his competency as a surgeon has never been doubted. One could say he's had a lot of practice with the less fortunate...patients.

It started with anatomical drawings; idly tracing over his used textbooks, untangling the thick vessels connecting the liver tissue. This can't be all, he thought at the time. It looked bland, it looked fake. He needed a different kind of muse.

Oh, he's gained a lot of experience since. It took many bodies to perfect his artistry, but now he can finally return home, sit back, and admire his work adorning every wall.

Then he found you.

A different kind of fascination enthralled his soul. He wanted to learn all there is to you, know you better than anyone else. Special little thing, too innocent and naïve for this world. Worry not, you could never be in better hands than his.

"Oh, it's an ugly one."

Your lips are curved into a pout, soft sobs spilling out of your mouth in hiccups. Through tears, you can discern what's left of your leg. Right above the knee, the flesh is torn, sliced choppily and exposing the bone, with clusters of fat glistening among the pooled blood.

He glances at the axe that tarnished your skin.

"You left me with no choice. How many times must I explain myself to you?"

He tucks a few hair strands behind your ear.

"Do you truly believe that the world out there is any better than here? I'm saying this out of love and concern. If you wished to have a walk, or go somewhere, I would've accompanied you.

If you're going to be sneaky, I have no choice but to discipline you."

You nod, in a daze, ears ringing from the shock. Upon reflection, it might have been a poor idea to try and escape. All the way to your hip, there's a prickly numbness, a wet warmth. You stare at his slender hands as he tucks a thin strip of cloth into your gash.

Before reaching for his surgery kit, he eyes the scenery once more: the steady streams of blood branching across the tile, the femoral artery gushing and spasming against the improvised bandage. Your face is pale, and your gaze hollow. He must confess, you're particularly beautiful in this moment, resting against the wall, your damp lashes reminding him of a Madonna painting.

"Perhaps...might you give me a moment?"

He quickly hops on his stool, and twirls a brush between his fingers.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick. Just the sketch, I promise."

He gently dabs the canvas, observing you in raw adoration. Every detail must be considered. Every stroke must be calculated.

"Afterwards, I'll patch your precious leg back. You'll be as good as new in a few days.

And hopefully wiser, if you want to avoid it in the future. I can't do miracles. This will leave an ugly scar."

Lesson learned. Your nose wrinkles with a sniff, yet you obediently straighten your back.

"Is this alright," you ask meekly, referring to your rather poor attempt at posing.

"Perfect."

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Duck!Hybrid is a pathetic divorcee who spends all his money on bread loaves. He swears up and down he is no longer addicted to bread, but you find half-eaten slices clumsily swept under his bed whenever you visit.

He's left the police for greener pastures, yet his detective firm hasn't really taken off. Recently, he received a call to investigate a lunch theft at a call center. He served you a slice of buttered toast - just this one time, to celebrate - telling you how important this could be for his success. Then, he promptly asked if you could pay for his bus fare.

Now, you won't deny his innate skill of deduc(k)tion, or his deep, manly voice that almost convinces you he's a self-sustaining adult. On the other hand...

"Oh, this...? I just couldn't help myself, so I put up a pin board from our last date in the tulip fields. It's my favorite memory of us."

You sigh.

"What do you need this time?"

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OZZ!!!!!! IM DATING ONE OF YOUR ANNONS!!!!! MAY I TAKE HIS HAND IN MARRIAGE ?!

(.P.S. MY CAPS LOCK IS BROKEN )

Man oh man, first a funeral, now a wedding. I should open up my priest business. Anyways, may you enjoy your life together (and your tiny ring hats).

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I think all the annons and ozz should have a group hug!

🫂

~~~🌊

I'll have to consider the physics of it, given that anonballs don't have hands. Speaking of, I just realized what the round, puffy anon depiction reminded me of.

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I'm gonna Senerade you with a song!

*inhales before dropping the guitar and extending the throat like a frog*

🐸🎸

This could be us, anon. Extended throat edition. Wait, that sounds kind of lewd.

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So do I just shove the whole delinquent fairy in my pussy or what? 🍑🧚‍♂️

Is he like the size of a vibrator bullet? Will my pussy be all glittery from the fairy dust? Will he fuck up the PH balance in my pussy? Would I have to go to the emergency room if I can’t get him out? I have so many questions…🧐

Don’t be surprised by these asks. You knew it was coming from me eventually 🙃

-👘

This actually reminded me of a funny idea I had when first designing the fairy boy. content: female reader, NSFW, unintentional forced arousal

Delinquent!Fairy has never paid attention to any of the ancient teachings. Fairies come with many powers and tricks up their sleeve, yet he always considered everything to be unnecessary, pompous nonsense.

Thus, he may sometimes surprise himself with his own feats of magic. Such as his...special pollen. Normally, a fairy would use this substance whenever they so desire; an intentional, controlled act.

In his case, he accidentally released a burst of pollen while having a particularly improper thought about you. It was a quick, flashing idea, and he promptly resumed his task, completely unaware of the massive cloud of sex particles surrounding him.

You enter the room, and immediately begin to sneeze. Even worse, your core throbs with a sudden, unexpected arousal, your face instantly flushed.

"What the hell have you done," you nearly moan in exasperation.

He stares at you, confused.

Well, someone will have to deal with it, that's for sure. You pinch him by the collar of his jacket and drag him to the sofa expectantly.

"How am I supposed to help-"

Moments later, he's laying next to you, his small body entirely drenched in your juices.

"You can go ahead and skip your next ob-gyn appointment," he says, smoothing his hair back into shape. "I've seen everything that needs to be seen and more."

[Delinquent Fairy]

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monster dating show is SPECTACULAR I want 15 more

- 🪽 or 🎤 anon

They have planned this out very carefully, you see? Years of research in order to understand the humans and safely put one of them on display for a pack of hungry, horny monsters.

The only issue is, well...some things might get lost in translation.

[Monster Dating Show Concept]

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https://pin.it/26qfjxdSc

YOUR WOEK MADE IT TO PINTEREST AND THE COMMENTS.. im sobbing😭😭

Kind of trippy to see my stuff on Pinterest haha.

Also, I feel like I've been extremely sheltered in terms of people I encountered for the past decade, because the dozens of comments reacting in shock and disgust are wild to me. I haven't dealt with this kind of response since...middle school? Like...what do you mean you've never seen tentacles before? Is this how the normie side of the Internet is nowadays?

Funnily enough I do have a Pinterest account, maybe I should join them and comment something like "What the hell is wrong with the author, this is disturbing". 😂

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Ozz, my wife died. My tree wife died! I'm so incredibly sad that my tree wife died

🪤- anon

My condolences anon, we shall do a proper burial together.

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✨The best time to wear stripes sweater ✨

That's one hell of a cozy sweater. Someone's ready for the holidays! Tell the charming Cat citizen they're a statement for this winter season.