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Day 27: Rings
First of all: TOE BEANS. (Because I decided that in the Ghost Animal Noodle AU for DannyMay they are mandatory.)
Second, I thought that our (@tourettesdog's) favorite Baby Man would be such a gremlin that he would try to use his transformation rings as hula hoops! (≧∇≦)
#the dragon draws#danny phantom#dannymay2023#rings#little baby man#ghost animal noodle au#magical girl transformation#hula hoop
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oh shit i don't have a hula hoop!!!! terrible
#i am seized with the urge to gyrate but!#(shockingly i once won a hula hoop contest. it wasn't very impressive but i sure did do it)#i love the Rings
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Elden Ring O: hula hooping game.
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The toadstools grew in a perfect ring the width of a child’s hula hoop.
They were upside down and clinging to the ceiling like stalactites.
“I have concerns,” she said.
“So do I,” they said. “If I step under it, does it count as stepping into a fairy circle? I mean, if a plane flies over a fairy circle it doesn’t count as stepping into it, but do the same rules apply if you’re walking under a fairy circle?”
“Right.”
“Actually, what is the area of effect for a fairy circle? Is it like a sphere that has the same circumference of the circle, so if I just duck underneath it I’ll be fine? Or is it a cylinder? How far up does the cylinder go? Or down, in this case.”
“Right.”
“Some of the many mysteries of the fey we may wonder about forever.”
They continued to stare up at the ring of toadstools. Thoughtful seconds ticked by.
“See, my concerns are mostly about how much moisture you have in your room.”
“Sorry?”
“You have mushrooms growing out of your ceiling.”
“Oh.”
She patted their back with sympathetic pity. “I appreciate that you live in a world of whimsy and delight, and I don’t want to squash that because I love you, but I also really don’t want you to die of black mold.”
“She’s right, you know,” said the goblin sitting upside down in the circle.
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What Is Hula Hoop?
A Hula Hoop is a toy consisting of a circular hoop made of plastic, metal, or wood, which is spun around the waist, hips, or other parts of the body. The hula hoop is usually about 1 meter in diameter and can weigh between 200 to 500 grams.
Hula Hooping is a form of exercise and play that involves rhythmic, circular movements of the hips, waist, and other parts of the body. It is popular as a recreational activity, as well as a form of fitness and dance. Hula Hooping has been enjoyed by people of all ages for many decades, and it continues to be a popular pastime around the world.
#weighted hula hoop#smart hoop#smart hula ring#hula hoop#weighted hoop#hula hooping#smart weighted hula hoop#Adjustable Weighted Fitness Hoop#exercise hoop#fitness hula hoop#fitness hula ring#smart hula hoop in nz
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Teaching Matt how to throw ass blurb when wtf
“you just have to, like, pop it back, matt!” you said, hands on your hips as you demonstrated — well, attempted to demonstrate — the art of twerking.
matt stood there, arms crossed, his face a mix of concentration and sheer disbelief as he just stared at you. “pop it back? what does that even mean?” he said confused.
“you know!” you turned around and gave your ass another exaggerated shake, which made him snort. “like this. try it.” you say, stopping my your movements and gesturing for him to try.
“alright, fine.” he sighed dramatically and bent his knees slightly. “don’t laugh.” he grumbled.
“no promises,” you said, already biting your lip to hold back a giggle that threatened to slip past your lips.
matt gave it his best shot — hips stiff as a board, knees barely moving. it looked less like twerking and more like he was trying to hula hoop an invisible ring. you snorted, quickly falling into a heap on the floor, laughing at his attempt.
he groaned, stopping his movements and straightening back up. “i hate this,” he muttered, face bright red as he threw his hands in the air. “who even invented this?”
“probably someone with rhythm,” you teased, wiping tears from your eyes as you moved yourself up off the floor. “here, let me help.” you say.
you moved to stand behind him, placing your hands on his hips as you tried to guide him — but he immediately burst out laughing, moving himself out of the way and out of your grasp. “stop, that’s so weird! You’re making it worse!”
i giggled so hard while writing this rose LMAO @bernardsbendystraws
#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo x you#matthew sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo blurb#matthew sturniolo blurb#twerking#drabble#strnilolover!#gabs moots!#gabs matt!blurbs
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𝕤𝕚𝕥. 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪. 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖!
read cw! summary: he thinks you'd make a pretty puppy pairing: zoro x afab!reader cw: mdni, established relationship, shibari, drunk sex, light pet (puppy) play, wakamezake (drinking alcohol from partner's body), some praise and degradation, light spit kink?, a little humiliation, creampie regarding shibari, this is the specifc tie used (sfw, on a model!) an: ohhh my goodness i loved writing this. may have awakened something... also man!!! i keep saying i'll make them shorter but i just lose track. wc: 2.5k for kinktober '23!
the whole collar thing started as a joke at first. an innocent dare bloomed from an alcohol powered girl's night.
a simple, black leather band adorned with a gold tag and brandishing the initials 'RZ'.
he'd rolled his eye when he first saw it, clicking his tongue with annoyance and poorly hidden satisfaction while he rolled the tag between his calloused fingers. "s'you're my bitch then? that it?"
it was your turn to click your tongue, then you gave a soft huff. "nuh uh, i'm a good girl."
something flashes in his eyes and he smirks, giving a brief grunt in acknowledgement. it's the start of a new dynamic, one that he'd come to revel in.
which brings you to now.
opening the hatch to the observation room, you were met with the sight and scent of booze. there's a soft clinking sound in the air as well, light and playing a familiar chime that sent a chill down your spine.
zoro leans against the wall, his gaze steady and set on you. the smirk he wears is predatory, laced with anticipation and excitement- this has been on his mind for a while.
you can't tell how many bottles he'd had, but judging by the way he let some of it dribble down his chin while he kept eye contact with you, you'd say it was a decent amount.
and that oh so sweet chime?
in his free hand, he twirls your collar on his index finger. it hula-hoops around his digit, the tag clinking and occasionally giving off a pretty flash as the cool metal was hit by the moonlight.
his voice cuts through the heavy air, dark and rich and dripping with authority.
"oi, puppy dog." he nods his head in the direction of an open workout bench, where a coil of jade colored silk rope taunts you in the most tantalizing way. "sit."
you're stripped of your clothes and sat on the bench before he has a chance to draw in a breath. he utters a quick 'good girl' from his sake slick lips, which are curved into a smirk.
another swig and a few steps, then he's in front of you. he tosses the empty bottle and it lands somewhere with a thud, his hands fumbling with the clasp of the collar before he places it snugly around your neck.
his fingers trace over the gold tag, a low hum of approval rumbling in his chest.
then his focus gets turned towards the ropes. he looks at you for a second before winding it around your body. he's on a mission, his face hardened. the swordsman takes his time, dedicating himself to the sinfulness of this delicate craft.
you're surprised at how well he ties you up, the smooth silk of the ropes making goosebumps rise on your skin. his touch lingers, never really leaving your flesh as he wraps the rope around you in an intricate design that makes you wonder where he learned such a thing. luckily, you find that you don't have much time to think about it.
your hands are already bound behind your back when he runs the rope around your inner thigh, making you squirm.
he briefly stills, his tone is commanding and sharp, almost a growl. "stay." he emphasizes his point by pulling on the rope until it dug into your soft skin. "got it?"
"okay." you whimper, the light chime of your tag ringing in the air. heat rushes to your cheeks as he finishes his ties, taking a few steps back and admiring his work.
your first instinct is to test the strength of the ropes, your arms and shoulders wriggling under the soft material in a hopefully discreet manner. however, the swordsman's gaze in inescapable. even your small squirms catch his attention, his arms crossing over his chest as he tilted his head.
he just radiates smugness, the corner of his lips quirking into a barely noticeable smirk.
what a pretty fuckin' picture...
"y'gotta stay real still f'me, puppy." he warns with a stern expression, retrieving yet another bottle of sake. "be a good girl."
the bottle clinks as he places it beside the workout bench, mischief dancing in his onyx eyes. he peels off his shirt, his scar laden physique presented to you in its full glory. your arms struggle against the silk ropes, against the urge to trace your fingers over every contour of his chest and shoulders.
he notices and can't stop himself from giving you a cocky smile, deciding to push you further by stepping closer until you were eye level with his barrel of a chest. "y'look like you're gonna start slobberin', puppy dog." he chides, clearly satisfied.
one of his large hands picks up the bottle and his teeth dig into the cork, while his free hand cups your chin with an aggressive tenderness that only he was capable of. with a single tug he pops the sake open, spitting the soft wooden stopper onto the floor.
he licks his lips, a ritual of sorts, before starting to fill his mouth with his precious booze. his thumb starts to stroke your cheek, an unspoken command in itself. open up.
the swordsman wasn't wrong to say that you were practically slobbering for him. you tilt your head back and open your mouth with a silent 'ah', your pink tongue glistening and ready for him.
his head turns and then he's looming over you. the floral and fruity notes of the sake hit your tastebuds as he slowly spits it into your waiting mouth, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. he makes sure to keep his gazed fixed on you, hand applying some pressure on your jaw when you dared to look away.
when it's all done and you swallow, he makes sure to close the gap between the two of you.
his tongue caresses yours, sloppy and messy from how much he'd been drinking as he relishes the combined taste of the sake and your saliva. it's commanding and alluring, the sound of the rolling waves seeming to be outdone by the soft and wet sounds of your lips against his.
then it's over as he rises to his full height, a glint of predaciousness flashing in his eyes.
you can only follow his gaze as he kneels before you, able to get a good look at your bound form. one of his hands, rough and warm, kneads the flesh of your outer thigh. "need ya to keep 'em shut." he gruffly orders.
doing just that, you obediently squish your thighs together and look at him expectantly. something swells in his chest at the sight of your puppy dog eyes, so eager to please him. well wasn't he just the luckiest damn swordsman? he rewards you with a grin and pleased growl.
he raises the bottle up until it's just over your shoulder, before he starts to pour it down your body.
a waterfall of sake cascades down your skin, trickling downward and making you glisten in the moonlight. the ropes darken to a deep, rich forest green as they soak up some of the alcohol. against the hot air, the sake feels cool against your flesh and your head tilts back, jaw falling open with a light gasp.
then he starts drinking.
his lips are on you, starting on your neck before lapping all the way down your torso. he inhales sharply, shifting between lewd slurps and broad strokes of his tongue. the bitter sake was oh so perfect against your sweet skin. you were positive that if he had a tail, it would be wagging.
sake and saliva coat your bound form. warm and wet and sticky. you keep your pretty thighs closed how he had told you to- like he'd commanded you to. "atta girl." he praises, licking a trail from your collarbone to your sake slick tits.
his hot tongue circles one of your nipples, slurping at a few drops that had drippled there. he sucks at your hardened nub, making sure to sip at the sake that attempted to dribble past him.
meanwhile, his free hand traces the edges of the silk ropes, teasingly tugging on them. he fucking loves this. the power, the sake, and you.
he's drunk enough to not care about the low groans spilling past his lips, your skin buzzing with anticipation.
you shiver at the sensation of his tongue swirling around your sensitive peak, writhing slightly against the silk ropes which were now soaked with booze. "zo'..."
he growls, his teeth grazing your nipple before he reminds you of his earlier command, tone containing an underlying current of warning. "oi. stay."
once the bottle runs dry, once there's nothing left for him to lap at, he pulls back and rolls his shoulders. he tosses the glass somewhere a bit too harshly, not giving a shit about how it shatters against the wooden floor. he kneels down a bit further and runs his hands along your outer thighs again.
when you look down, you see exactly why he decided to use you as a human fountain.
the sake he couldn't lick up ends up pooling at the apex of your thighs, a lake of liquor that he plans on drinking dry.
he dives right in, head between your thighs as his hands roughly pushed them shut. his tongue laps away at the sake, before he starts guzzling it down. the sounds are absolutely lewd- wet and raw and hungry.
it takes a while before he slurps it all, his lips and chin coated with booze. even when you're sure that there's none left, he still licks at the meat of your thighs. a few bites and kisses, then he's looking up at you with dilated pupils.
for a second, his expression is unreadable. then, like a flipping switch, he gets to it.
before you know it you're roughly pushed back onto the workout bench, your legs spread open as he licks a stripe up your cunt with the flat of his tongue, intent on catching any lingering drops of sake. he leaves a sloppy kiss on your clit as his hands busy themselves with tugging off his trousers.
you barely have time to gasp when he spits a sticky glob of drool right onto your entrance and hooks your thighs over his, sliding his cock inside you with one thrust. his name tumbles past your lips like a prayer, low and rough.
your arms struggle against the silk bindings and you can only moan and whimper as he pistons into you like a beast in heat, the squelch of your cunt vulgarly echoing throughout the observation room. "good fuckin' girl, puppy." he bites back a groan, his chest rumbling. "fuck..."
he shifts between short, hard strokes, to full and teasing ones, occasionally impaling you on his cock and grinding his hips against yours to make you feel extra full. his uncoordinated and harsh movements are a testament to the amount of alcohol lingering in his veins.
regardless, his cock manages to hit you in all the right places.
it isn't long before a delightful pressure begins to bloom in your lower tummy. your muscles tense and relax, out of your control as you try your best to get in a full breath of air. your collar suddenly feels tighter, your chest trembling as you fall into a downward spiral.
you weakly call his name and he gives a rough "hm?" in response, too entranced by your slopping wet cunt to stop bucking into you.
"m'been good!" you mewl, wishing you could wrap your arms around him. "i want my treat!"
his efforts double, a smirk quirking at the corner of his lips. with a darkening gaze, he leans over you and drunkenly assesses every detail of your sweet face.
"oh yeah? you want your treat? needy little bitch, ain't cha?" he all but growls, cupping your ass and forcing you to meet his thrusts. your words are babbled as your hips are lifted off of the bench, and his expression shifts to one of sadistic amusement. "huh? you gonna bark f'me, puppy?"
you only whimper, panting as you await your impending orgasm. but he’s mean. he’s so damn mean and you can’t say it doesn’t make you pulse around him.
he halts his movements, going still inside you. “c’mon, puppy dog.” his grip tightens, not even allowing you to grind against him. “speak.”
oh fuck him.
you swallow and feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, but your need to cream all over his hard cock far outweighed any pride you had remaining in your system. swollen, drool slick lips part and your eyes screw shut.
then you bark.
you give a few shaky, high pitched woofs and feel your dignity flying out the window. the bastard draws it out, more than content with the scene before him. you're such a good and obedient puppy dog... man's best fucktoy, if he said so himself.
he relents, then you feel yourself getting pounded into so hard it takes your breath away.
your yapping quickly turns into moaning, sharp pants and whines as you feel the ropes of pleasure squeezing you tighter and tighter.
"good girl." he coos in a light tone, mocking you with glee. zoro brings a hand up to your tummy, giving his good little puppy a belly rub before pushing down on your navel and dishing out his last command. "cum."
your pussy clamps down on him, milking him for everything he's worth. you can't even squirm, the silk ropes feeling more like a prison as you struggled against them in a mindless haze. breaths are harder to take, coming in quickly and erratically while tears dotted your lashes.
in the midst of it all, your pretty little dog tag clinks and clinks, acting as a humiliating reminder of how much his teasing turned you on.
the swordsman throws his head back, feeling the muscles of his abdomen starting to twitch. he picks up his pace and his mind goes blank at how deliciously you're squeezing him. the alcohol makes him slightly sluggish as he leans forward and attempts to drive himself even deeper into you.
after a few more growled curses, he shoots three heavy shots of his cum into your cunt, filling you to the brim.
the room is still for a while, the two of you panting heavily and catching yourselves as the scent of sex and sake thickly swirl in the air. he licks his canines before looking down on you, continuing to gently rub your tummy. "y'really lookin' like a dog now, princess."
coming down from your high, you click your tongue and ignore the rush of heat flooding into your cheeks as he continues to snicker and release you from the confines of the ropes. "m'not a bitch..." you mumble defiantly, hoping to regain some of your pride.
he grins at your displeasure, at how he can so easily pull a reaction from you, before hooking an arm around your waist and pressing you into his side. his free hand reaches for yet another sake bottle, his teasing and cocky words mumbled into the glass. "guess i'm in the doghouse, huh?"
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The inventor
Summary: You try to make the hunter’s life easier.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader
Warnings: crack!fic, fun, grumpy Dean
A/N: I saw the idea with a hula-hoop on social media and had to turn it into a fic.
“I got a new idea!” You exclaim as you run inside the library. Since Dean and Sam saved you from a werewolf and took you in, you try to help them. You are their research buddy and their personal inventor.
“Not again,” Dean groans. He rolls his eyes as you carry your invention book, your laptop, and a plastic bag filled with God knows inside the library. “I try to drink in silence. Please don’t let anything explode again.”
“Oopsie!” You giggle. “Dean, that was an accident. It was your fault, though. You tickled me, and I dropped the liquid fire I invented.”
“You didn’t invent anything, Y/N!” Dean mutters under his breath. He wanted to celebrate another successful hunt with booze and watching porn. Now you are placing a construction plan in front of him. “What's this again?”
“A salt-filled hula-hoop ring! You know, like a salt ring, but you can carry it around because it’s inside a hula-hoop!” You excitedly tell Dean about your newest invention. “You can put it around a person and keep them safe from ghosts while you gank the monster. “Oh, it will work with demons too.”
Dean snorts. “I don’t think this will work. The hula-hoop will weaken the effect. We don’t put a box of salt in front of a person to protect them, either.”
“But—” You harrumph. Dean just had to ruin yet another idea to improve their hunting arsenal. “A box is not the same as a hula-hoop!”
“I won’t carry that thing around.” Dean points at the construction plan. “We will stick to salt rings.”
“Water—wind—spit. Anything can break a salt ring, but not my hula-hoop salt ring!” You won’t give up. “Maybe we can try it out on the next hunt! OR WAIT!!!” You gasp as the next idea floods your mind. “Let’s summon Crowley. We can check if he can break the salt ring!”
“No.” Dean cuts you off. “This is not handy, and just stupid!”
“Your face is stupid!” You grab your construction plan and storm out of the library, cursing Dean’s birth.
“SAMMY!” You’re panting while chasing after Sam. He tried to enter the library for research, and now you are hot on his heels. “What do you think about wearing silver rings on every finger to punch werewolves and ghouls in the face? I could make you some. Maybe secret compartment rings. I can put salt inside.”
“You want us to wear rings on every finger? We can’t do anything with rings on our fingers. What if we want to shoot a werewolf, and the huge secret compartment rings get in our way?”
You sigh. Damnit. You worked on the first ring for days and didn’t think about using a gun while wearing it. A fine inventor you are…
“How about car mats with a devil’s trap? This way, no demon can enter your car,” you proudly point at Baby stand in the garage. “That’s a good idea, right?”
“Uh—I hate to tell you so, but we already have a devil’s trap painted to the roof of the trunk. And trust me, no dirty demon will enter my car on my watch.”
You purse your lips. “Fine, let any demon sneak into your car, Winchester.” You storm off, cursing loudly as you decide to never help them again.
“DEAN! I got an idea!” You run inside the kitchen, a water gun in your hands. “LOOK! A water gun filled with holy water and some salt!” You grin proudly. This is it, the idea of the century. Even Dean must see this is the only way to defeat demons.
“Hmm…” He grumbles. Dean eyes the colorful water gun. He shakes his head and turns to walk out of the kitchen. “That looks like Barbie’s gun. I won’t use it.”
“I can spray it black,” you offer. “It will look cool. Dean! Wait!” You chase after Dean, determined to convince him to use the water gun from now on. “It will work!”
“Nope,” he shrugs when you tell him he’s a jerk. “I won’t use your toy gun. Just stop inventing shit.”
“One day, I will invent something to shrink your dick!” You yell after Dean, making him chuckle. “You’ll see Winchester. One day you will wake up and whimper, oh no, my dick is tiny, and I need a magnifying glass to find it!”
Dean laughs while walking toward the library. You follow him, telling the hunter how much better all your inventions would make his life.
“If you invent something to turn dust into a pie, I’m game.” He grins when you look at him with glassy eyes. Dean wants you to invent something.
“I’ll turn every dust mouse into the most delicious pie!” You exclaim before storming out of the library. “You’ll beg me to give you a slice.”
Dean watches you leave the library; he cocks a brow, wondering if you can turn dirt into a pie.
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#dean winchester#dean x reader#dean winchester fanfic#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x reader#The inventor#gn!reader#x reader#dean winchester x y/n#supernatural
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Ring man should try hula hoop gymnastics
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June 17 - Dust | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 1210
“Jamie, what are you doing?” Regulus asks, walking into the main part of the tent. James has his wheel out and Regulus has watched him run back and forth then give up several times, “It’s past rehearsal time.”
“I know but…” James sighs, “Everyone’s getting new tricks for the season and I feel like I should be getting something new but…”
“You’re scared of your new trick?”
“I’m more scared of transitioning into it and the way to get into it and back out of it.”
“Tell you what.” Regulus hums after a couple seconds, “What if instead of doing this, since you’re hesitant about it, we figure out a new trick together.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Regulus hums, walking over to the rig that holds his lyra hoop and getting ready to release it, “We’ve been wanting to find a way to combine our acts for a while, what if we find a way that I can pick you up and we can do something on my hoop together then you get back into your wheel.”
James hums and starts messing around with a couple things on his wheel, trying to figure out the logistics of the trick.
It takes a lot of practice and talking to Mary -- who also helps with all of the rigging and controlling -- they eventually get together, a trick that no one other than the boyfriends and Mary know about.
“Alright,” Mary claps, watching as the guards near the entrances of the tent close up the flaps and nod to Mary, “Remember the order, I go out, Lily comes out behind me as I’m walking away, then Remus and Sirius, Marlene comes out and sets Remus’ whips on fire and starts doing her tricks, you three walk off, on comes Dorcas and Nimean come out, after Dorcas it’s Pete and Pandora, then Evan and Barty, and finally Regulus and James. I’ll be out with those two so after James rolls off, I’ll end the show.” Everyone nods, “Then we’re ready!” One of their workers says something on his headset to let the lighting coordinator know and the show begins soon after.
The crowd roars when Mary comes out and her voice echoes the tent when she finishes her statement with, “Let the show begin!” As Lily comes tumbling into the scene, the crowd cheering at every unique trick she does.
“Why are you going last, Regulus?” Pandora asks, watching her girlfriend with a fond smile, “You normally go out with Lily.”
“I’m doing my act with James this season.” Is all that Regulus says, “And since James does his act last, we’re doing it last.” They watch as Lily finishes up and Remus walks out with his whips coiled up. He meets level with Sirius, up on the tightrope and they begin working their way across the ring doing their own tricks -- Sirius doing his flips and dangling from the rope because he’s stupid and Remus whipping at objects -- before Sirius grabs the ropes that he uses to get down and meets Remus at the end, moving back and forth and allowing Remus to whip at him while he twirls out of the way. Marlene meets them halfway through, lighter in her hand and sets Remus’ whips alight before starting doing her fire juggling while hula hooping with a ring of fire.
When Marlene is done, Dorcas walks out with their lion, Nimean, and has her do all of her tricks.
“Things are going really well.” Mary remarks as she does the thing where she magically appears behind people, scaring James, “which is good. I was worried since we’ve got so many new things going on.”
“The transitions are going smoothly considering we didn’t start rehearsing them until last week.” Regulus remarks, watching as Dorcas guides Nimean back to her cage and Peter and Pandora take her spot. The two take turns bringing people down from the crowd, reading their future and doing magic tricks on them and probably telling them about their tents outside the big top for them to find after the show.
“Let’s just hope that Evan and Barty aren’t in a fight right now.” James jokes, watching as Barty rolls Evan out on a target just behind Pete and Pandora. When the two finish up, Barty places his boyfriend in front of him and starts to throw. Eventually, they switch places and finish by both of them standing in front of targets and throwing knives at the same time, landing each of them in relatively the same place on each other’s targets.
However, Regulus didn’t see that, because he’s working his way towards where his hoop is rigged.
“You got this James.” Mary smiles, her hand on his shoulder. They walk towards where James has his cyr wheel propped up and James starts to roll out as soon as Mary gives him the cue, watching and guiding him so he goes in a straight line -- after all rolling through the dirt is rather annoying and it can get hard for him to see through the dust that he tends to kick up.
The two of them do their own tricks for a while, with Regulus behind almost immediately above where James is twirling around before Regulus’ hoop starts to lower and James starts to slow down his spinning.
As soon as Regulus is close enough, he transitions from his previous trick to holding onto his hoop with his knees while dangling upside down. James twirls himself so he’s got one hand and one leg keeping him to his wheel and one hand and leg being grabbed by Regulus. Mary takes the wheel from James as Regulus and James get hoisted further into the air. They do their tricks after Regulus is able to help James grab hold of the hoop and eventually, the hoop is once again lowered right above where Mary is holding James’ wheel steady for him.
When they’re low enough, Regulus holds James by the ankles and allows him to grab onto the top of his wheel, letting go and letting James spin around his wheel before getting his feet stable on the edge of the wheel.
With that, the two of them finish the last of their act and Regulus allows the rigging of his hoop to take him away while James starts spinning away, doing the last few couple of tricks before Mary takes over and starts saying their goodbyes, informing the crowd that they’re more than welcome to talk to the performers once they’re out of the tent.
As soon as Regulus and James are back to the backstage area and James is slightly dizzy -- rolling on and rolling off can be very dizzying despite all his tolerances to spinning around -- they’re being ambushed h=by their friends.
“What the fuck was that?”
James shrugs, “Our new act. We wanted to try something new as well.”
“You’re a ground acrobat!” Sirius shouts, flabbergasted, “Since when have you ever wanted to become airborne?”
“You do realise that’s not the first time that James has been on my hoop with me, right?” Regulus asks, pulling James back towards him with a hand around his waist, “It’s just the first time that you’ve seen it.”
#marauders#james potter#regulus black#dead gay wizards#james x regulus#jegulus#remus lupin#sirius black#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#pandora lovegood#peter pettigrew#circuscore#microfic
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Borrowers Using Things as Other Things - Pt 2
(I've made Pt 1 of this list here)
A sunglasses lense = a tinted window
A Post-it note = a single use chalkboard
A marble = a bowling ball
A ping-pong ball = a kickball
A big hoop earring (or a stiff bracelet) = a hula hoop
A rat/mouse skull = an emo helmet XD
A Band-Aid = a large gauze
A small toy car = a makeshift wagon
A small(-ish) strainer = a makeshift shower-head
An empty birdhouse = a summer cabin
An ash tray = a kiddie pool
A birdbath = a big pool
An opened plush ring box = a comfy chair
A stuffed toy keychain = a giant stuffed toy
A single feather = a feather duster XD
A contact lenses case = another storage container
A polished tin = a mirror
A bunch of stickers = a set of wall decorations
A handkerchief (again) = a drape/curtain
A cocktail umbrella = a sun umbrella XD
A piece of mechanical pencil led = fine-tipped graphite
A twig = a walking stick
aaaaand some extra stuff again:
One of those real small sewing scissors would definitely be suitable as extra-large gardening sheers
A glow stick could be a long-lasting nightlight if the tiny only lights up a small section of it at a time
A kid’s arm floatie could be cut along the airless seam to unfurl it, and it’d be the perfect full-body float for a tiny!
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@blu3-tea is so right - paperclips are so diverse! My first thought goes to them being contorted into crutches or a walker, but the options are pretty boundless - like as clothes hangers XD
And YESSSSS @space-hiboux, wedding crown rings for the absolute WIN
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Initial D Headcanons - What's their random/useless talent?
Project D!
Keisuke - He can solve a rubix cube. He used to never understand how people did it, but one of his friends in high school made fun of him because he couldn’t solve it. It then became his obsession for the next two weeks, and he’s now able to solve it in record time.
Ryosuke - He can write with both his right and left hand, both separately and simultaneously,. Also really good at drawing organs, skeletons and different kinds of medical-related diagrams. They're always extremely accurate, and he can sketch the human skeleton in under 2 minutes.
Takumi - He’s able to do the flower tongue fold. When he got bored, or zoned out as a kid he tended to fold his tongue differently subconsciously. Itsuki thinks it's both super cool and super gross. He can also wiggle his ears. He is also super good at crane games and has won Itsuki almost everything he’s wanted.
Tomiguchi - Is an expert pen spinner. He learned how to spin pens a bunch of different ways, and you can often tell how he feels from how he’s spinning them. If he’s spinning them really fast or doing the endless spin, he’s nervous. If he's pushing it back and forth between his thumb and forefingers, he’s thinking really hard about something. He is also a GOD at dance dance revolution.
Kenta - He can burp the alphabet. He saw somebody do it in elementary school once and spent weeks learning how. Kenta also has pretty flexible fingers and can bend them back to touch his wrist. He used to have a habit of bending his fingers all the way to the back of his wrist, then hooking them underneath his bracelet and just leaving it there. It never bothered him but it freaked Keisuke so he stopped doing it.
Matsumoto - He’s really good at untangling jewelry. Even the smallest knots he finds someway to undo. He’s also really good at juggling. His best is four things at once, but if you have him hold any two (nonfragile) objects, like a fruit or a water bottle, you’d likely come back and find him juggling with them.
Fumihiro - SUPER good at shadow puppeting. Like he can make a bunch of different animals and objects, almost anything you give him. He’s also really good at catching flies for some reason. Like if he sees one buzzing nearby he can swipe it with startling accuracy, and he kills them on the first try every single time.
Gas Station Gang!
Kenji - Really good at making balloon animals. He can make the most random animals in just a few seconds. He can also jump rope really well, and can do tricks with it, such as crossing his arms back and forth and hopping on one foot. Kenji is also super good at baton twirling. Catching it between his fingers, spinning it over his shoulders, everything. He never officially learned how, he just saw somebody do it once. Now whenever he has a somewhat long and cylindrical object in his hand, he will do small spins with it.
Iketani - I can imagine him being able to make really good impressions of people. He used to practice the voices of people from his favorite TV show when he was younger, so it became a habit. He’s also REALLY good at whistling and can do a cartwheel. He has a pretty decent memory, which allows him to recognize the makes and models of so many different cars, as well as have a small fun fact about almost all of them. It also means he tends to memorize people's license plates when he gets bored at the gas station. Also he can moonwalk.
Itsuki - He can hula hoop almost practically forever. Found out during a middle school PE class where he spent the entire time trying to teach Takumi how (he still doesn’t understand). He can peel oranges/tangerines with the peel still in one piece. He’s also really good with chopsticks, as his mom made him practice a lot when he was younger. He can replace them with almost anything (crayons, pencils, ex) and use them just fine.
Bonus:
Bunta - He can make smoke rings. He used to show them to baby Takumi and it blew him AWAY. This kid was amazed. Bunta also has amazing hearing, despite his age. He complains about crickets and dripping faucets while he’s trying to sleep.
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Hands-Free
“Are you going to want help installing all these?” I asked, opening another case of engine rings. I had no idea which part of the spaceship’s guts these actually went into; they were about three feet across, an inch thick, and made of some plasticky red stuff that was above my pay grade to define. All I knew was there was a lot of them, and we only had one engineer.
“No thanks,” grumbled Mimi, the octopus-looking guy with the voice like a gravel road. “This is a tentacles-only kind of operation.”
“Really? What’s the difference?” I was curious now. “Do you have to use specific tools, or reach into tight crevices?”
“Crevices,” he said, checking the label on the box. “These have to fit snug, and they go somewhere you people with fingers can never manage to reach.” He gave one ring a judicious whack against the floor, then tossed it back into the box.
I huffed in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I’m very flexible for my species.”
“Sure you are,” he chuckled. “Not your fault you’re held back by all those bones. And you only have two arms! I don’t know how you get by.” He started looping tentacles around the rings in a different box, gathering an impressive number of them.
“Just fine, thank you,” I told him. “Two arms is plenty.”
“Yeah? Carrying just a couple things at once? Must be a simple life.”
I took the hint, digging into the box for more rings. “Who says I can only carry two at once? Look how many I can fit over my nice long arms.”
“Yes, yes, good job. Put ‘em over there.”
“And I can hook them over my shoulders,” I continued as I deposited my armload where Mimi had pointed. “Heck, these are big enough that I could just stand inside a stack of them, and hold them all from the bottom. Oh! And—”
“Here, these too.”
“And,” I repeated, “I can even carry one without my arms or shoulders.”
“Yes, I know you have tiny fingers on your feet,” Mimi said, unimpressed.
“No, not like that!” I set down the other stack. “I’ll pick it up with my hands, then only touch it with my torso! Think I can do it?”
He struck a pose lounging on the floor with one tentacle against his head, looking dramatically bored. “Wow me,�� he grated.
I hadn’t used a hula hoop since I was a kid, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. With all the flair of a carnival magician, I grabbed a ring and lifted it over my head, braced it against one hip, then spun it and did my absolute best to keep it from falling.
I managed about three seconds, which I consider a major success.
Finally it hit the floor. “Ta-da!” I said, hands in the air.
Mimi got up and deadpanned, “Wow.”
“Ah, you’re no fun.”
“I’m sure that is immensely practical on a day-to-day basis,” Mimi said. “A fine consolation for being unable to reach around three-bend corners.”
“Oh sure,” I said, stepping out of the ring and picking it up again. “You can do that, but can you make this love you?”
I gave the ring an underhanded throw towards the hallway, with a twist to make it spin madly. It bounced twice, still spinning, then rolled back to my waiting arms.
A voice from the hallway shouted, “What was that?” Paint stuck her lizardy snout around the corner, and was utterly flabbergasted when I did it again. “How did you do that? Can you teach me?”
“See, she’s fun,” I said to Mimi. “Sure thing, Paint!”
“Well sure; she’s got fingers too.” Mimi waved a tentacle and went back to sorting the boxes while I showed Paint how to use vital engine components for childhood tricks.
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!
#another short one#while I juggle projects and also figure out the new posting interface#it looks like I might not need to paste things in one paragraph at a time anymore??#fingers crossed#my writing#the Token Human#writeblr#humans are weird#haso#hfy#eiad#short stories#very short#but fun#aliens#hula hoops
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Soooo-
Idk?
Record of Ragnarok!!
Science crew taking care of a small Chibi reader!! (Bonus: Hades)
- They will be in awe, especially Marie and Noble. You are so small, that you fit in Marie's palms.
-Newton, Noble and Galileo would be hesitant to carry you in their hands, well...Big and Heavy hands are the problem.
- Edison constantly pinches your chubby little cheeks, and pokes you with a pen to annoy you.
- Einstein likes this small form of yours, you're so fucking cute.
- Nikola would ramble to you about his equations and his inventions.
- You love to take Nikola's rings and play with them as hula hoops. He loves it, you're so fragile and small...
- Newton would peel and cut the apple as cubes for you to eat, "For someone so small, you have such an appetite."
- Edison would put you in a container if you're Misbehaving. You would squeal and squeak, you would pout, and He couldn't contain himself and takes you out of the container, well you're cute when you pout.
- Marie puts you inside a bowl to give you a shower.
- Well, They love you, you're so cute.
BONUS!!
- Hades compares you to a pomegranate seed.
- He shows you pictures of Poseidon and his brothers as babies.
- He sews your mini clothes.
- Keeps you away from Beelzebub, since He might do some experiments on you.
- You would bother him while playing chess, and you'd make yourself as the Queen chess piece or a pawn. He finds it cute.
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ahhhh! the space shuttle no.8 album has arrived!!! i'm lowkey amused that it came to me on 8/8/2024 (with 2024 adding up to 8 if you're into numerology haha)
it's so beautiful!! i'm gonna wait until after tonight's test (as a nice treat/reward) to actually take a look at all the photos and read the book (is it autobiographical?? is it fictional?? is it going to give us more jeffcest lore??? i can't wait!! *vibrates*)
i need to stop myself from running my hands over the embossing on the box.
why is this so gorgeous??? aksd;lkfajweka
(also if anyone is curious, i got the standee of sunshine wearing the rings of saturn like a hula hoop and the train going around him :D)
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