#and octopus ‘fleeing’

[angelfrogs]

I keep seeing the sentiment that Yoshida is going to die soon and eh.. I dunno. Do I think Yoshida will survive part two? No almost certainly not this is chainsaw man don’t be silly. Do I think he’s going to die in the next few chapters? No. Not unless the next few chapters are extremely Yoshida focused which would be a weird turn for the story to suddenly take considering the other current plot threads happening. Fujimoto does this thing where even though most of the characters die all of them have an ending that feels emotionally satisfying, and if they don’t they’re bond to come back (cough, like we saw with Quanxi, cough) Yoshida just dying within the next couple chapters, by Yoru’s hand or because of the current fake chainsaw man apocalypse isn’t really an ending for Yoshida, a character we’ve known since part one.

[celluzu]

im so glad u like the blue ring octopus pac hc because it has become so incredibly canon to me. i cant stop picturing someone startling him and all his spots glowing blue as he turns around and also i think he would have venom it wouldnt be as potent and deadly as actual BRO venom but it would definitely paralyze u temporarily and make u a bit loopy and he would def have crevice dwelling instincts. ok sorry ive been going feral over this all day its so cute to me

I love all of the variations of creatures he can be but octopus are just SO cool....... I love those so much....... He's right at home in the little soulfire cave crevice I'd bet.

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Cephalopoda - Octopoda

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Order: Octopoda

Common Name: “octopus” (pl: “octopuses” or “octopodes”)

Families: 14 - Cirroteuthidae , Stauroteuthidae, Opisthoteuthidae (“umbrella octopuses”), Cirroctopodidae, Tremoctopodidae (“blanket octopuses”), Alloposidae (“Seven-arm Octopus”), Argonautidae (“argonauts” or “paper nautiluses”), Ocythoidae (“Tuberculate Pelagic Octopus”), Eledonidae, Bathypolypodidae, Enteroctopodidae, Octopodidae, Megaleledonidae, and Amphitretidae

Anatomy: eight arms fully or partially encased in webbing ; suckers line the inside of arms; two rear appendages are generally used to walk on the sea floor; slit-shaped pupil; no internal shell; most of the body is made of soft, gelatinous tissue allowing it to squeeze through tiny gaps; many species can change color, texture, size, and shape to camouflage and communicate

Diet: crustaceans, other mollusks, and fish

Habitat/Range: every ocean, with species adapted to many habitats, including tide pools, coral reefs, seagrass beds, open ocean, the Antarctic, and hydrothermal vents

Evolved in: Middle Jurassic

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The Argonauts (genus Argonauta, the only living genus in the family Argonautidae) (image 4) build their own paper-thin shells to use as a brood chamber and maintain buoyancy. This shell is not related to the external shell of nautiluses or the internal shell of squids. Nevertheless, argonauts are sometimes referred to as “Paper Nautiluses” due to this shell.

Colour vision appears to vary from species to species, for example, it is present in the Marbled Octopus (Amphioctopus aegina) but absent in the Common Octopus (Octopus vulgaris). Octopuses achieve their color-changing camouflage by using opsins in their skin which respond to different wavelengths of light and help the animals choose a colouration that matches the surroundings. Chromatophores in the skin can also respond to light independently of the eyes. An alternative hypothesis is that cephalopod eyes in species that only have a single photoreceptor protein may use chromatic aberration to turn monochromatic vision into colour vision, though this lowers image quality.

Most octopuses are solitary, but the Larger Pacific Striped Octopus (Octopus sp.) has been described as particularly social, living in groups of up to 40.

On rare occasions, octopuses hunt cooperatively with other species, with fish as their partners. They communicate with their partners by punching them.

All octopuses are venomous, but only the genus Hapalochlaena (Blue-ringed Octopuses) (image 3), has venom that is lethal to humans. The genus consists of four species of octopus that are found in tide pools and coral reefs in the Pacific and Indian oceans, from Japan to Australia. Despite their small size (12 to 20 cm [5 to 8 in]) they carry enough neurotoxic venom to kill 26 adult humans within minutes. The venom can result in nausea, respiratory arrest, heart failure, severe and sometimes total paralysis, blindness, and can lead to death within minutes if not treated. Death is usually from suffocation due to paralysis of the diaphragm. Despite this, Blue-ringed Octopuses are relatively docile and will only bite if actively harassed, instead choosing to flee or display their warning colors: bright yellow with blue flashing rings. Very few deaths have been recorded.

The Giant Pacific Octopus (Enteroctopus dofleini) (image 1) is often cited as the largest octopus species. Adults usually weigh 10–50 kg (22–110 lb), with an arm span of up to 4.8 m (16 ft). The largest specimen of this species to be scientifically documented reached a live mass of 71 kg (157 lb). Much larger sizes have been claimed: one specimen was recorded as 272 kg (600 lb) with an arm span of 9 m (30 ft). However, one carcass of a Seven-arm Octopus (Haliphron atlanticus), weighed 61 kg (134 lb) and was estimated to have had a live mass of 75 kg (165 lb).

The Star-sucker Pygmy Octopus (Octopus wolfi) is the smallest known octopus, at a length less than 2.5 cm (1 in) and a weight less than 1 g (0.04 oz).

The Coconut Octopus (Amphioctopus marginatus) collects discarded coconut shells, then uses them to build a shelter, an example of tool use.

Octopuses are highly intelligent. Maze and problem-solving experiments have shown evidence of a memory system that can store both short- and long-term memory. In laboratory experiments, octopuses can readily be trained to distinguish between different shapes and patterns. Octopuses have also been observed in what has been described as play: including moving around a bottle by jetting water at it. Octopuses often break out of aquariums and sometimes into others in search of food, after which they return to their enclosure.

Evidence indicates that octopuses are sentient and can feel pain.

[solxamber]

hello hello! hope your well^^

For the mini holiday event,

[Octavinelle, 2, Comedy]

Is that OK? If your inbox is flooded w requests, feel free to skip mine, though!

it's completely fine! i'm having so much fun with this event so don't worry about it!

Kitchen Nightmare || Floyd Leech

For the Holiday Event! || Theme: Cooking/Baking together ; Genre: Comedy

You should’ve known better than to trust Floyd in a kitchen.

“Floyd, what are you doing?”

Floyd’s standing at the stove, humming an off-key tune with the most ominous grin you’ve ever seen. His sleeves are rolled up, there’s an entire octopus dangling from his hands, and the pot on the stove is bubbling ominously like a witch’s cauldron.

“Cookin’,” he chirps, completely unbothered. “What’s it look like, Shrimpy?”

“It looks like you’re summoning a sea monster.”

“Even better! We’re havin’ octopus stew!”

You freeze. “Floyd, Azul's an octo-mer”

“Yup! That’s why it’s extra funny.”

Before you can question that logic, the door creaks open, and in walks Azul. He takes one look at Floyd’s wild grin, the bubbling pot, and the suspiciously large octopus carcass being stuffed into it headfirst. The sound of Floyd’s cackling fills the room like background music to a horror movie.

Azul pauses mid-step. “...I’ll come back later.”

He turns and backs away so quickly, it’s like you just caught him fleeing a crime scene.

“Azul, wait! HELP ME!” you yell, but he’s already gone.

Floyd snorts, clearly pleased. “Heh, Boss is such a scaredy fish. S’not like it’s his cousin.”

You gape at him. “Is it your cousin?!”

“Nah,” he says cheerfully. “But wouldn’t that make it more exciting?”

“Floyd, that’s disturbing.”

He doesn’t answer, just stirs the pot like the unhinged chef he is, muttering things like, “Nice and tender~” and “This’ll be so good it’ll knock your fins off.”

Your survival instincts kick in. “You know what? I think I’ll stick to sandwiches.”

“Nuh-uh, Shrimpy!”

You don’t even have time to blink before Floyd’s behind you, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other waving a spoonful of ominous-looking stew in front of your face like it’s some sort of prize.

“Come on, just one bite~”

“Floyd, I will scream.”

“Oh~ Then I’ll just make you louder.” He’s grinning way too much for your liking, and you’re pretty sure he’s not letting go until you try the stew.

“Fine! FINE!” You swat at the spoon, grabbing it from him with an overly dramatic sigh. “But if I die, I’m haunting you.”

He lets you go with a triumphant hum, leaning way too close as you hesitantly bring the spoon to your mouth. You close your eyes, fully prepared for disaster.

And then—

It’s… good.

You freeze mid-chew. Your brain can’t even process it properly. “Wait a minute.”

Floyd beams. “Told ya it’d knock your fins off!”

“Floyd, what the hell—this is actually delicious.”

“Right?!”

You stare at the stew like it’s personally betrayed you. “No. No way. There’s no reason it should taste this good when it looks like that.”

Floyd’s grinning so wide you’re worried his face might split in two. “Guess I’m just a natural-born chef, huh?”

You glance at him, then back at the spoon, and then back at him again, spiraling into some sort of crisis. “I don’t understand. This is unfair. I was ready to mock you for life.”

“Guess you’ll have to praise me instead,” Floyd sing-songs, rocking back and forth on his heels. “C’mon, admit it, Shrimpy! I’m amazin’!”

You sigh, dramatically collapsing against the counter. “I hate that you’re good at this. I’m so conflicted.”

Floyd cackles, shoving another spoonful toward you like a proud toddler. “Here, eat more! I made enough to feed, like, the whole ocean.”

“I’ll eat it, but I refuse to compliment you further,” you grumble, accepting the bite begrudgingly.

Floyd’s grin only widens as he watches you eat. “You’re so fun to mess with, Shrimpy~”

And for once, you can’t even argue with him.

Masterlist

[piquochino]

Savior

Bridget Hearts 🩷 x fem reader

it's so shit I'm so sorry, but i feel like every idea just flees out of my head atm 🥲

"I will destroy you!" Uliana roared, preparing herself to run after Bridget. Eating too many flamingo feathers had its side effects, and it was about time she found out that when someone says 'don't do it' you simply listen.

It enraged you. She was so stupid, yet everyone feared her. How so? You'd never understand why they didn't stand up to her. What would she do? Run after you? It was all she was capable of, after all.

You needed to put a stop to her dumb frantics, so you stepped up with your dagger, holding it close to her neck.

"Oooo, we dont wanna do that, do we?" You grinned, basically threatening her with death. It was exciting, thrilling. Being just a step away from getting rid of someone, having that power over them. Being in a possession of their life thread, having the scissors steady in your hand. It was amusing to you. The goosebump on your skin shows from the rush you felt deep inside.

The dagger you held so close it was pinning her skin, making a slight dent. Her breath on hold. "I suggest you step away from our princess of hearts or you'll make an excellent sushi tonight, darling." You mirrored her peers' shocked expressions. None of them daring to step up to you. You were feared amongst them, being slightly older than the rest of the students, and kind of crazy too. It had its advantages having your twisted history behind.

"Marinated octopus. How does it sound?" Or would you like something last season? Shrimp pasta?" You smiled ominously, pricking the sharp end deeper in her neck, almost making it bleed. You could sense the blade cutting her first skin, making her immediately stumble back.

"You- You're mad!" She managed to yell out, holding her fresh wound before she took her turn, walking away, or should you say, basically running away. Your graceful dagger flew after her pinning itself right beside her head, trimming her friends hair in the process.

"Might be, just a little bit" you giggled, making the blade return to you with a swift wave of your hand. Turning yourself to the other group, you fixed your button-up shirt. Red and Chloe standing in awe at how well mannered you seemed even though you almost committed murder right in front of their eyes. Red thanking you internally for saving her mother. "But aren't we all?" You grinned, your cheshire cat-like smile making everyone around you blush. You were charming, to say the least, although it was not thanks to your name. "Look at that," you pouted, pointing at the shattered plate in front of you. "She wasted such good cupcakes. What a shame"

"Don't worry, Y/n, i think I have enough for everyone!" Bridget smiled brightly. "Thank you for your savior service" She bowed jokingly, giving you one of her famous smiles in return.

"And look at you cupcake, How could anyone not like you?" You waved your hands in the air, making her broken belongings whole again. Holding it our for her. "This plate was too pretty to be broken. Dont let yourself be broken, beautiful, " you winked before dissappearing into thin air. Red and Chloe blinking a couple of times to check if they saw right.

"Woah, who was that? Hot, sexy and amusing?" Red spoke up, getting a glare in return from both Bridget and Chloe. "I'm just saing" the girl threw her arms in the air in a defensive manner.

"That was Y/n. We don't really know much about her" Bridget dreamily explained, holding her beautifully decorated plate close to her chest.

"Only that she's done some horrible stuff. And she's kinda insane" Ella blabbered, rolling the cupcake trolley.

"It was for good!. And she's right, we're all mad here" Bridget butt in, snapping herself out of her daydreams.

" If you can call cutting someone's lim-"

"Ella, they don't have to know that" bridget laughed nervously, taking another plate from her trolley "She's not that bad how they make her out to be-here you go-" The pink haired princess walked around giving out more of her delicious cupcakes. "She is actually so nice-"

"She commits crime at least 3 times a week, and her go-to 'entertaining' hobby is watching people stumble and fall over this tree root" Ella butt in pointing at the object.

"But, she paints me pink roses and brings me many different ingredients for my sweets. Isn't that nice?" Bridget hummed, making red and chloe look at themselves

"Do you think what i think?" Red whispered to her fellow 'friend', the other just nodding her head.

-

"You know, I think you should ask Bridget out for castlecoming" Red blurted out while walking after/stalking you around the school.

"Yeah? Why is that so?" You giggled, holding a book about baking. You were currently at the library, just trying to make your way to the comfy corner made specifically for residents of the library. Unfortunately, you couldn't use it if you weren't reading a book of some sort. Hence why you took ahold of whatever, with intentions of taking a nap in the place.

"Well, you seem to be liking her, aaaand she seems to be liking you too" You laughed, you loved being in these kinds of situations.

"Well loves, what made you think I like this princess?" You looked up from your book, you let's be real, were not paying attention to. The question made them rethink everything.

"You-She-em" Chloe tried, but nothing made sense

"I guess she's alright" You grinned at their troubled expressions.

Princess of hearts was more than alright. She was everything and nothing at the same time. She was the air you breathed and the hard ground you walked on. She is like the ocean breeze early in the morning, the sunbeams lightly musking your face and the cold water splashing your body. She lit up the whole room with her bright eyes and cute smile. Like a walk through a rainy forest, she made you content and calm. Her delicate and soft features fairly contrast to your strong ones. It made you only more drawn to her.

"Wouldn't you want to take her out?"

"You're very persistent. interesting" you hummed "And why would I do that, Red my love?" You flew up from your comfortable place, spinning around doing flips. Red grimacing at the nickname, Chloe glaring at you "Chill Charming" The snort you let out made chloe burst out one of her own "I will take your mommy to the dance Red. Don't want her turning out evil, do we?"

"How do you-?"

"Well, I might have or have not overheard you twoooo, talking maybee" You flew circling them both, extra dragging your words making them annoyed "Aboouut an evil Queen who likes to behead people, whom also happened to be your mom and she sentenced your mom to death" You grinned spitting it all out in one breath "Crazy little woman"

"So now you know"

"Yeah, that's what I said. Are you deaf darling?" She was ready to jump you but got stopped by Chloe, thankfully. "I'm going, my children. I have to make a proposal for your mom now, do i?"

"Only my mom not hers!"

"Of course!" You laughed, dissappearing in the frame.

-

"Hello Bridget" You whispered into her ear appearing behind her. Your lips musking her skin. she stopped breathing for a hot second, staring intensively at her notebook. A beautiful yours heart shaped necklace with lots of cards and sweets drawn on the page. Her slender manicured fingers held onto a pencil, touching up some lines. "That is amazingly jaw-dropping." You kept on whispering

"Thank you" She whispered out herself, turning her head to the side. Her lips almost touching yours in the process. Her big brown eyes dropping down to your lips, then back up to your own enchanting ones.

"You know if you want to kiss me, you just have to ask" You leaned closer, bumping your noses together, giving her your biggest grin possible.

"What if i do?" Her sudden confidence made you stumble a bit back, but her quick grip on your collar dragged you in closer "...want to kiss you" she breathed out into your lips. you felt every bone in your body snap.

"Then we might just have to do that" You looked down on her lips, almost closing the blank space between you two if it weren't for the sudden yank of your shirt from the back.

"Please don't do that here" Red grimaced, secretly smirking when she saw you on the ground.

"Party pooper!" You floated up placing yourself between two girls. "Ohh, such a sunshine!" You threw your arm around Ella, the girl too stiff to shrug it off.

"Whatever"

"Sooooo, Ella tell me how's it going with little prince Charming" You grinned against her cheek, she blushed hard at the mention of him

"Did he ask you to the castle coming yet?" Bridget asked excitedly, almost pushing you off the bench.

"He did, but I'm not going. i think i made my point clear-"

"Oh c'monnnn. At least he asked you" Bridget pouted "I wish someone would ask me" the girl dragged, looking down on her drawing, popping her head on her palm. Red looked at you, raising her eyebrows.

"Cupcake" with just a single word everyone was looking at you, not a bit of your confidence faltering away. With a wave of your hand a pink rose appeared, well developed with only a single thorn and two leafs. "Could I take you to castle coming?" you asked in all seriousness, presenting her the rose. Her eyes widened at your gesture.

"Well, there weren't any roses for me, surely," Ella grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at the other girls.

"So what do you say, princess?" She threw her arms around your neck, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Hell yes! I'd love it, actually. " She smiled widely, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You felt the blood rushing in you. You loved the feeling of her lips on you, her touch. She was so soft, like a pillow. So delicate. It made you want more.

You never thought about the princess of hearts that way. Actuallyy you did, once or twice. But before that, she was always just there. Just someone you'd defend before Uliana and her crew. Someone who did cool card tricks and someone who was so easily prank-able. But you wouldn't dare. She was good-hearted, almost perfect. No one was that pure, and still, here she was, pure as the driven snow. A pretty girl there was no denying. You've never imagined what her touch would feel like if it lingered on you a bit more than a few seconds. Or if she's keeping any secrets, she had to, right?

-

"You know Bridget, you look absolutely gorgeous" You smiled, not sarcastically, a true genuine smile you haven't done for years. It made her blush for the millionth time this evening.

Your hands were resting on her small waist, hers on your shoulders, making her fingers intertwine on your neck. Slowly swaying your bodies together in the rythm of the music. Not your thing completely, but her presence changed it entirely. It was probably the last song of the night, leaving only a few couples in the ballroom. But you both had such great fun you wouldn't wish on heavens to go home right now. Just being here with her was the right place, and you felt it deep inside.

"Thank you" Was all she made out "Thank you for taking me here" She laid her head on your chest, placing you both even closer.

"No worries. I could do it a million times if it meant getting to spend time with you. My heart" you swayed both of you slowly, the song never ending.

"I loved tonight, I'm glad im here with you. I hope we'll be able to spend more time together" She looked up at you, her big brown eyes staring closely and longingly. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. You placed your hand in her hair, grabbing the back of her head.

"Of course we will. I'm making sure of that" Her eyes lit up, brightening the whole room for you. You were absolutely in awe, speechless. She had never looked better. The dim lights only making her singular features pop more. No one will ever look better than her.. At least you won't be looking at them. You've got your only one star, your moon. She was not yours, but she will be. "Can I kiss you?" The sudden question did not startle her in fact she did not mutter a word. A single nod with a smile was all that it took.

You will be her savior forevermore

[deadsetobsessions]

Headmaster Dumbledore is sure that the ghosts of Hogwarts were hiding something. He’d be the first to admit that he’s nosy when it came to things like these, but he simply doesn’t have the time. Whatever that lingered these halls, he’s sure does not mean Hogwarts any harm. The ghosts would not protect it if it did.

Albus Dumbledore Hummer around a lemon drop as his quill scratched over endless parchment paper.

His wand glowed green for a brief second, an acknowledgement, and settled down into its current owner’s hold.

——

Danny Phantom hadn’t thought the castle he found during the summer months in this universe would be… so full of life. Not when there were ghosts, floating around like the castle were their own home.

Magic.

They were ghosts made of magic.

His core struggled, at first, to survive. Then, it took the magic and thrived.

He floated, invisible amongst the glittering candles beneath the imitated night sky, and watched students file in.

Quite different, from his own entrance.

He had floated into the tower, having felt a hint of resistance that he knew now were the castle wards. The ghosts, what he thought were ghosts before he realized ectoplasmic ghosts existed, stopped dead. Hah.

The shades dancing and whirling and conversing froze as he entered the tower. Life and death, and the beings that walked the line, stopped at the arrival of the One Who is the Line. The boy king wreathed in black and green glanced around.

“Hello. I’m Phantom.”

“The High King,” a ghost whispered. “Our king.”

“He’s an American?” Another one asked, scandalized. Danny, surrounded by those who he recognized as his, cracked the first smile he’s had in a while.

“Who cares? He’s…” The knight sunk to his knees, bowing with his ghostly sword in front of him.

The ghosts bowed. Danny floated in further. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“Of course.”

——

Now… he’s watching the children get Sorted. Weird, for a hat to decide your classmates, but whatever.

Harry Potter’s name is called, and the whispers broke out. He doesn’t know why, but Danny couldn’t ask the ghosts. They barely know the current headmaster, as the dead generally care only for their own times.

Danny decides to visit the lake octopus. Lake squid? Something like that. The mer people beneath the waters liked him, the last time he went. The Sorting is put out of Danny’s mind. He’s dead now, too. The only thing he cares about now is to explore the vast halls of Hogwarts and the occasional visit to the kitchen to steal some food for his living body.

(Thank the Ancients he found a house elf who knew what seasoning was.)

(Sometimes, Danny flew to where his home would have been and gets comfort food at the nearest town. He missed it, but he can’t go back.)

The ghosts know by now to call for Phantom should they need something (“I’m American,” he joked at the ghost. “We’re not big on kings. You can just call me Phantom.”)

——

The third year he’s there, Danny feels the effects of Clockwork’s power. When he investigates, it’s the red headed girl he once saw leaving the library, paper clutched in her hand.

She helped save one of his subjects, so he owes her. Plus, if she’s using Clockwork’s powers, this Hermione has potential.

And… she’s using it to study.

She reminds him of Jazz.

——

A wave of ice crackled and froze the fleeing rat and the feral wolf man.

“What?!” Harry screeched to a stop, eyes wide at the ghost child in front of him.

Danny turned, and landed gently on the ground. Snape snarled at him in suspicion. Danny allowed himself to become living again, black hair and blue eyes and tan skin replacing the white, green, black thing his dead form had.

“Who’re you?” The red-headed boy, Ron?, asked him through gritted teeth.

Danny smiled at them, dimples appearing. “A friend.”

Before the trio and co. could say anything, Danny whips his head around, palm coming up.

“Stop.” He orders. The creeping sense of cold and dread shuttered to a stop. “Go over there,” he said, and the dementors, hovering at the edge of his periphery obeyed. Danny turned back to the mildly terrified and flummoxed group.

“Let’s go. You’re all going to catch a cold, if you don’t move it. Especially you, scrawny and greasy.” He pointed at the godfather and Snape.

——

“Hey, Danny?”

“What, Harry?”

“Why’d you help us? I mean, you said you didn’t want to involve yourself in stuff like that.”

Danny hummed, wisped tail curling up against him as he soaked in the sun’s rays. “Because you reminded me of myself. And in the end, you died.”

“You literally brought me back,” Harry deadpanned, remembering the place between life and death, and how the angry Danny was when he stormed onto that train platform. The King had taken him by the scruff of his shirt collar like a particularly incensed mother cat, and dragged him off away from a puzzled Dumbledore.

“You were being stupid. You’re too young to die.”

“Like you?”

Danny snorted. “Nah. I didn’t have a choice.”

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: flamboyant cuttlefish

The last few animals I covered on Wet Beast Wednesday haven't been all that colorful. Let's change that by introducing the flamenco dancer of the sea: the flamboyant cuttlefish. These tiny, toxic, tentacled, tykes are some of the most visually stunning animals you can see below the waves, at least when it comes to color and displays. Let's dig in.

(Image: a flamboyant cuttlefish. It is a small, squid-like animal with a round body and a large head with four pairs of arms. One pair is thicker than the others and is being used like legs. It's body is mostly purple, with yellow and white elements. Its eyes are large and white, with pupils shaped like the letter W. End ID)

Flamboyant cuttlefish (Metasepia pfefferi) are some of the smallest cuttlefish, with the larger females reaching a whopping 6-8 cm (2.4-3 in) in length. As with all cuttlefish, they have a mantle that makes up the body, with a fin running down each side. The head attaches to the mantle and has eyes with W-shaped pupils, a beak, eight arms, and two tentacles. The arms are broadened and flattened compared to other cuttlefish, with multiple leaf-like extensions called papillae. These papillae are also found on the head and around the eyes. The tentacles are transparent and kept folded up under the tentacles. When the cuttlefish spots prey, the tentacles, which have suckers on the end, shoot out and grab it. The tentacles are elastic and can stretch, allowing the cuttlefish to grab things up to 3 body lengths away. The grabbed prey is then quickly pulled in and dispatched with a powerful and venomous bite from the beak.

(Image: a flamboyant cuttlefish. This one is covered with brown and white stripes with yellow highlights and pink arms. Another one is in the background. End ID)

The most impressive thing of note about the flamboyant cuttlefish it its color. All cuttlefish, squid, and octopi have chromatophores, cells that contain pigment. By activating and deactivating chromatophores, these animals can quickly and radically alter their color at will. Flamboyant cuttlefish got their name from the extremely colorful displays they pun on, flaring their arms and turning their bodies a variety of colors including moving stripes of brown, white, red, and yellow. These displays are a form of aposematic signaling. Aposematic signaling is a type of display where an animal advertises to predators that it is not worth trying to eat. Aposematic coloration is a common form of this, where an animal uses bright colors to alert predators that it is venomous and/or poisonous. Flamboyant cuttlefish happen to be both. It was one thought that flamboyant cuttlefish were one of only 3 species of venomous cephalopod. Turns out almost every cephalopod is venomous, those three (the flamboyant cuttlefish and 2 species of blue-ringed octopus) are just the only ones potentially harmful to humans. It is likely that the common ancestor of all cephalopods was venomous and remnants of that venom persist in its descendants, even those that don't actively use venom as a major part of their survival strategy. Flamboyant cuttlefish also have poisonous flesh, which is rather rare amongst cephalopods. If the display is not enough, flamboyant cuttlefish also have the common cephalopod defense of releasing a cloud of ink to blind predators while they flee. Most pictures you will see of flamboyant cuttlefish have them doing a threat display in response to the presence of the photographer. When not threatened, they spend most of their time brown or sandy to blend in with the sediment. A flamboyant cuttlefish can switch from its camouflage colors to its threat display in 700 milliseconds.

(Image: a camouflaged flamboyant cuttlefish. It's body is the color of sand, making it look like a sandy rock. Its translucent tentacles are extended. End ID)

Flamboyant cuttlefish live in tropical ares of the Indo-Pacific from southern New Guinea to western Australia. The blue-ringed octopi mentioned above also live in Australia, because of course they do. All cuttlefish have an internal shell called a cuttlebone that is used to regulate buoyancy. The flamboyant cuttlefish's cuttlebone is unusually small, meaning they have trouble swimming. Instead, they use a modified pair of arms to walk over the sediment in a movement called ambling. Scientists didn't have to give it a name that cute, but they did, and that is why we love them. The cuttlefish prefer to occupy open areas with muddy or sandy sediment, but will also live in the rubbley outskirts of reefs. They are active during the day, unlike most cuttlefish, which are nocturnal. They hunt small fish and crustaceans.

(GIF: a flamboyant cuttlefish with its threat colors ambling across sand in a walking motion. Stripes on white and brown move down its back. End ID)

As with most cephalopods, the flamboyant cuttlefish is semelparous, meaning they mate only once in their lives. During mating season, males will attempt to attract mates by performing s series of displays. These displays use both color changes and movement of the arms to demonstrate reproductive fitness. Known displays include waving arms, splaying out tree arms, and moving forward to touch the female's arms. This can go on for over an hour. Females are very selective and will only mate with males that put on a good performance. When multiple males compete for a female, the males can show their courtship colors on one side of the body while showing an aggression display on the other side. When the female chooses a mate, she will signal it by splaying out her arms. The male then moves forward and inserts a modified arm called the heterocotylus into a hole in her mantle and deposits a packet of sperm. The whole process takes a few seconds. The male will stay to guard his mate after the mating, though unlike other cuttlefish species, he leaves before she lays her eggs. The female searches for a secluded place to lay her eggs, such as under a rock or in a coconut shell. She lays the eggs and covers them with a protective coating before leaving. Cuttlefish provide no parental care and the juveniles are born fully independent.

(Image: two flamboyant cuttlefish mating. The large female has her arms extended, allowing a much smaller males access to she can mate. End ID)

Flamboyant Cuttlefish are classified as data deficient by the IUCN, meaning there is not enough data to determine if they are endangered or not. There is no fishery for the species and it is currently unknown what their conservation needs are. Flamboyant cuttlefish are sometimes found in public aquariums and Montery Bay Aquarium has set up a captive breeding program.

(Image: flamboyant cuttlefish eggs. They are spherical and transparent. Visible within is a well-developed embryo, which looks like a miniature adult. End ID)

[yandere-sins]

The Octopodes' Tale - Chapter VIII

This time, you all were more inclined to side with Leo immediately! Good for him, I'd say! And good for you ;)

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Octopus Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader Words: ~2k  Warnings: Yandere, Monsters (Tentacels, Oversized Mention, Mermaids, Monster Appearances, Sharp Teeth, Claws), Minor Sexual Content (Discussion of Procreation, Mention of Penis), Fear of potential harm, Mention of Death

“Leo. Leo!”

Calling out to him did awfully little as you watched him anxiously grumble to himself. Clicks and chortles escaped him as he was deep in thought, sounds you couldn’t understand vibrating off his lips while his skin paled and darkened repeatedly. The water around him reflected his agitated state of mind as it sloshed back and forth. Yet, you couldn’t help but think it was a good sign to see him think about this plan of his and come up with solutions to flaws that he hadn’t considered before. 

It made you wonder if he also asked his old caretaker to escape with him. If, perhaps, they refused and failed on their own after rejecting him. Would it be the same for you if you went over Leo’s head and talked to the Professor directly? Only now did the realization hit of how easily you had given in when the Professor forced you to stay here. The feeling of manipulation crept over your body, haunting you from the inside out. Even though you knew your attention had been diverted after learning about the existence of sirens, the Professor really went and uprooted your whole life without your consent. It seemed like a worse and worse idea to go to him for any type of help, even if you still weren’t sure if Leo was exaggerating with his assumption about his previous caretaker’s death. 

Pulling your legs out of the water, you took a deep breath before standing up, trying not to freak out. Everything inside wanted to panic, run away, and flee from the danger that your body now recognized as such. But in this situation, you had to be the one with a cool head, even if it was force.

You had come so far without a breakdown—now was not the time for it either. You could stress and lash out once you were out of here and safe enough to do so. But until then, you had to keep it together for yourself and Leo. Because undoubtedly, the big boy was not going to get out without someone else watching over him, or else he might really get himself killed.

“Where are you going?” Leo snapped, a tentacle slinging around your arm. “Don’t leave.”

His eyes were laser-focused on you, his suction cups sticking to your skin almost like little mouth biting into you. You flinched from the intensity of his hold, your arm exploding with pain, and yet, you managed to calmly place your hand on top of his slimy limb, reassuring him. 

“There’s something I want to show you. Come.”

Offering him a reassuring smile, you stood up confidently, giving Leo no room to doubt your intentions. He didn’t fight your guidance, tentacles spilling onto the ground around you as his body maneuvered out of the pool. Even though he still held on to you, you were able to turn around and walk over to your desk, squatting down to collect the box from underneath. You fought for balance as you had to pick it up with one arm, but you immediately received the support of two other hands swooping in and taking it from you. 

You couldn’t help but smile at how attentive Leo was, glad you had him to rely on. Perhaps all of this was not an impossible task after all. Together, you made your way over to your apartment, and you offered to take the box from Leo so he wouldn’t struggle as much, squeezing through the small door. But he clutched it tighter to his chest, ushering you inside with his tentacles before ducking and squeezing past the small entrance, visibly excited. As if you, inviting him into your home, was a simple, fun activity, rather than what the seriousness that had fallen over the enclosure was promising. 

And still, you were glad to see a slight sparkle in his eyes again as he slipped in after you. Leo looked around as if he had never been here before, his tentacles doing their slip and explore again, but luckily, you had left everything the way it was this morning, so he had enough space to spread his body out and let the door close behind him. Immediately, Leo moved over to your bed again, tentacles following and forming a circle just like they had the previous night, as if he wanted a repeat of that. 

Indeed, while looking at you expectantly, Leo patted the space of the mattress that was free of his limbs, with the box still clutched beneath his other arm. You looked back over your shoulder at the chair you could pull up and sit on but eventually decided that it would be too cumbersome to work by sitting next to your bed. Instead, you pushed off your shoes, stepping between the writhing mass of his tentacles—that didn’t flinch even when you touched them—until you could climb over them and slip into the pit before Leo, holding out your hands for the box. 

“While I was looking through it, I found something interesting,” you explained, now feeling much safer about discussing things out loud than you had been while still in the enclosure. You pulled out the toys and reached for the envelope on the bottom, pulling out the papers you needed. Looking up, you saw Leo hold the deflated beach ball between his hands, stretching the material with an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, you stayed silent, letting him feel whatever he was going through, whether it was missing his old caretaker or remembering memories of the past. But you two didn’t have much time to waste, and you placed your hand on top of his to gain his attention, holding out the papers to him when his head turned towards you. 

“I found these notes from your old caretaker.” You paused, hoping you’d not cause him any more grief by sharing something sentimental with him. “I hoped you could tell me what they are.”

Immediately, Leo let go of the ball with one hand, picking up the notes from you and looking through them. His brows furrowed, wrinkles appearing on his face as he began flipping through, discarding the toy completely. The observations didn’t seem to make sense to him for a while, but then his eyes shone up, a smile crossing his lips as he reached the last page. He pointed one long, clawed finger at the mysterious signs scribbled in the middle of the page, the ones that you thought looked like hieroglyphs. 

“You see, you use. Go,” he read out loud, following the signs with his finger as he spoke. Confused where he was seeing these words, you inched closer, touching his arm as you leaned over the paper, trying to see what he saw. But it made no sense to you. It was just weird squiggles on a paper with no distinct way of recognizing words. 

“I taught them that,” he explained, quieter. Leo sounded sad as he spoke, his body color turning less vibrant. “It’s the way Straci writes down her recipes. When I learned to speak your language, I taught them some of mine. I didn’t think… that they’d remember.”

Brushing his thumb over the paper, Leo reveled in his thoughts, and this time, you let him be. This must have been a lot for him, too. It wasn’t just you who suffered under the facility. You used the time to come to your own conclusions about the meaning of the words. Clearly, the caretaker wanted him to see this. To find this paper and read these signs that only he could decipher. 

And if you were right with your assumption, they wanted him to leave. 

More than ever, you felt responsible for the massive creature squeezed into your tiny apartment. One that was loved and desired by so many others that they all wished for his release. He was a scientific phenomenon, yes, but he was much more than a research object. Leo should have had the same supervised rights as a human, something this facility didn’t take very seriously for any species, it seemed. But he deserved better.

Placing your hand on top of his, you gave it a tender squeeze. As much as you wished for him to have all the time in the world to come to terms with his feelings, just like you, he would have to put them aside for now. Leo looked towards you, bringing his other hand to yours. “Let us make a plan how to get out of here,” you said confidently, and his expression grew serious as he nodded, putting the papers down.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Together.”

There was a lot of time spent brainstorming and coming up with ideas. Hours even. Sometimes, you went back and forth on an idea either of you insisted was the right one, but in the end, it was Leo who yielded, agreeing to your plan.

To successfully escape, it needed three things. 

One: More accessibility around the facility, perhaps even tools, which required trust with the other researchers, the guards, and, most importantly, the Professor.

Two: You needed an actual exit out of the facility that you and Leo could fit through. Luckily, he could squeeze into small openings despite his size, but it would all be in vain if the presumed exit led to a dead end—literally. 

And lastly: The right moment. 

“What if it doesn’t work?” Leo bubbled into the water, shyly hiding inside his pool again. However, you were glad to see he wasn’t hiding this time, working together with you despite his feelings. You couldn’t begrudge him for still being uncomfortable after what you two came up with. However, it was essential to tackle the trust issue that prevented you from learning more about the facility. It took at least an hour of convincing him, begging for Leo to trust you enough, but eventually, he understood that it was necessary.

His most interesting trait for this facility was his reproduction organ. And if you gave the Professor information, surely he’d be happy with the result and give you some space to roam. 

“It will, I’m sure.”

“But…” Leo whined softly, chortling woefully. “It’s dangerous! Straci would not be happy with me...”

Leaning forward, you cupped his face with both your hands, stopping him mid-sentence as you squeezed his cheeks. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched his features distort dorkily, and Leo glowed bright red, furrowing his brows. Immediately, you softened your hold on him, allowing Leo to rest his head’s weight into your palm with a worry etched into his face. 

“It’s risky,” you admitted truthfully, gently brushing your thumb over his cheek. “But I’ll be with you every step of the way, making sure everything goes well. I swear I won’t make you suffer or put you in more danger than necessary.

“That’s the problem,” he grumbled quietly, but he was gone before you could ask what he meant, slipping right from your touch into the water. There was still some time until the Professor’s scheduled visit, and you sighed, wondering what you could do to lift his mood and make Leo trust in the still fragile bond you two had. If you wanted to succeed, you two had to work together, no matter what. 

Looking at the clock, you watched as the time changed, trying to think of a solution. 

Thoughts and reasoning as always, are welcome! ♥

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Azul Ashengrotto - "Bullying an Octopus"

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In which I've made an imagine about cornering and flustering the shy and pretty Azul Ashengrotto all around the NRC campus because the need to absolutely ruin this man and tease him into a melty little puddle of goo is tearing me up from the inside out. I've had the nastiest crush on this man since I first saw him and I need to let out some of these thoughts for my own sake.

Warnings -> Very Suggestive, Manhandling, Groping, Grinding, Biting, Dirty Thoughts & Fantasies

                                                                                                   

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Imagine; you two are the last people in the classroom packing up your things, even the professor has gone off to do his own thing. His side profile is just so enticing that you unconsciously walk behind him, your chest merely inches from his back, getting a pleasant view of his pale, unblemished nape. You rest your palms on the edges of the desk as he's still preoccupied with putting that fancy fountain pen he likes to use away and as he leans back a bit his body makes contact with yours.

Imagine; He flinches in surprise, squeaking as he whips his head around to look at you, only for the tip of his nose to brush your own. You take another step forward and pin his hips against the desk with your own, hearing his heart rate spike from the shock of the situation he's found himself in. He can't help but let out a whimper as your warm breath fans against his jaw and neck; tightly gripping the strap of his school bag.

Imagine; he attempts to coerce you into signing one of his oh-so-helpful contracts. He's led you into his private office space, the Leech twins busy working the lounge so it's just the two of you, as he walks the natural sway of his hips nearly hypnotizes you. There's a burning itch- an almost primal urge deep down inside of you- to grab him by his wrists and pin him to his desk, to ruin him, and well... you give in to it.

Imagine; his back is pressed up against the wood of his undoubtedly expensive desk, you can't help but think of the glossy finish being stained with sweat and cum as your hands squeeze around his delicate wrists. Hearing him let out a quiet moan as your clothed bulge nudges against his own when he tries to squirm and escape your grip practically sends you spiraling. The tears brimming in his lovely light grey eyes have the tattered thread that holds you back thinning even more.

Imagine; after finishing his laps around the field on his broom, you drag him behind the bleachers and make him sit on your waiting lap. One arm wrapped tight around his waist to ensure he can't flee out of embarrassment, while your free hand roams and gropes his thighs and ass, occasionally going up to give his perky nipples a few playful flicks. You can't help but chuckle as he trembles and squirms on your lap, he's just too cute.

Imagine; he keeps his face tightly pressed against your shoulder as you suck hickies onto his neck, trying to keep his mewls quiet so none of the surrounding students or, The Seven forbid, the professor discovers you both amid such a lewd act. Although it's not as if people won't notice all of your handy work, you deliberately left the evidence in the most visible places after all. You're certain that both Jade and Floyd will never let him hear the end of it and you can't wait to see the flustered mess he'll become.

Imagine; you catch him alone in one of the less frequented hallways and whisk him away into a janitor's closet, just out of the way of anyone going down either side of the hallway. Pressing him up against the door as you grind your clothed cock against his ass, reveling in his sweet embarrassed whines that he tries to hide by biting into his fingers. He digs his nails into the door, drool sliding out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin as he pants.

Imagine; you sink your teeth into his pink flushed nape, breaking the skin and sending blood beading to the surface and swept up behind your lips with the swipe of your eager tongue. He lets out a girlish shriek at the sudden pain, legs buckling from underneath him and choppy gasps echo in the small room. You only groan at how adorable he is, heaving him back to his feet as you continue to finish yourself off against his plush ass.

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[merakiui]

Okay, but serial killer Azul getting revenge on everybody after he's presumed dead in a prank gone wrong.

Maybe you were a popular girl that he was always in love with, since you were the only one who wasn't outright cruel to him. One day you end up asking him to the prom and for him it's a dream come true, his true love is finally recognizing him. Unaware that it's a Carrie situation where you and your friends plan to humiliate him at the dance. He's so happy to spend the night with you, wanting everything to be perfect.

But when the prank happens, something goes wrong, leaving Azul worse for wear and you and your friends believe he's dead and get rid of the body. But he's still alive and not happy about what happened on the best night of his life.

Suddenly your friends begin to go missing one by one, until you're the only one left. It's then that Azul reveals that he's still alive. Except he believes that you weren't apart of the prank, that you were tricked into it somehow Delusional Tako. Now that all your friends are out of the way, you two can finally be happy together.

I hope you don't mind my rambling. Slasher Azul just gave me ideas.

AAAAAAAAA OTL oh, the wrath of a scorned octopus... this is so good!!! Being a popular bully and thinking it would be so funny to take that loser Azul to prom, only to then prank him alongside your friends. And when it goes terribly wrong the lot of you are in a panic. Suddenly, you have to delete all of the videos and pictures you took, and you all take an oath to never tell anyone about it, making sure to keep your stories and alibis in check in case you're questioned. All of you need to remain innocent when they start investigating his disappearance.

Dumping Azul's body somewhere in the woods and then going on with your lives, hoping no one will ever find him. >_< the heartbreak and betrayal and fear Azul must have felt that night... now he's just angry and so vengeful. He already hated your friends; he always thought they were a terrible lot. This was the final push he needed to do something about them once and for all.

It could never be you, though!! You must have been pressured into it by those bullies. After all, you asked him to prom! You were so excited, so sweet! He got you a pretty corsage with your favorite flowers. He made sure to look his absolute best, and you told him he looked handsome in his suit. So it definitely couldn't have been you!

He doesn't understand why you're crying, why you're fleeing. He should be the one crying! It's his life that was ruined, and your friends laughed at his suffering! Your friends tossed him aside so easily when they thought he was dead because they wanted to save their skins. You don't get to run away. Not this time. He's going to have that dance with you no matter what—the dance you promised him! A blood-stained, masked Azul is closing in on you, and you've run yourself into a dead end. :)

No one hears from you ever again.

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

NRC Boys When They're Sick

it's illness season baybee! so here you go!

Heartslabyul:

Riddle - it's a rare occurrence for him to fall ill but on the off chance that it happens, my boy is ready. he has a strict regimen of remedies on hand including face masks in heartslabyul red which he wears religiously. sadly, he sees illness as a moral failing and spends his time wondering how this could've possibly happened. he did everything right! curse this common cold! he makes trey take expert notes in class and deliver his homework to him so he can complete it immediately. no rest for true scholars!

Ace - massive baby. constantly whining. lord help his roommate. he's not NEEDY per se; he doesn't ask anyone for anything, he's just constantly reminding the world that he doesn't feel good. pity him or he gets grumpy

Deuce - tries to fight through it and convince everyone that he's not sick. the boy could be literally swaying on his feet and congested past the point of coherency and still say, "honor students don't get sick." slip him a few benadryl in his tea and he'll recover

Trey - two words: comfort snacks. he's pretty brave about being sick but he takes time off from classes and extracurriculars to make himself (or scavenge) some snacks. also hydration is key! he's a hot water with lemon kinda guy. god forbid he has the stomach flu and can't eat. he gets MAD

Cater - he never stays sick for very long. his recovery time is pretty impressive. however, while he's down he gets BORED. he starts out just playing on his phone in bed but without actual interaction he gets a little stir crazy. expect to receive a million messages while you are in class, several thousand of which are nonsensical videos that he finds hilarious due to copious amounts of benadryl

Savanaclaw:

Leona - barricades himself in his room with an "enter at your own risk" sign on the door (courtesy of ruggie). he spends his entire time trying to sleep but he's usually coughing so bad he keeps waking himself up. he's even more irritable than usual. ruggie manages to sneak in every few hours to deliver meds and snacks before fleeing the scene. once the sickness has passed, no one is allowed to mention it. business as usual

Ruggie - seasonal allergies warrior (sorry son, you get that from me :/). every time the seasons change, he gets a terrible case of the Yuck. luckily, he can always feel it coming so he pops four zyrtec a day (instead of the recommended One) until he obliterates the allergens. the grind never stops. godspeed my boy

Jack - the grind never stops but at what cost? he's so tired... so so tired. he tries to power through like a champ though. he spends his time off either studying or doing lighter versions of his regular workouts. and if you try to tell him to take it easy, he'll hit you with: "actually it's fine to do moderate workouts if your symptoms are all above the neck." alright big dawg.

Octavinelle:

Azul - disappears. just straight up hides. people joke that it's because if the twins see any sign of physical weakness, they'll eat him. you laugh... but it might... nevermind. he doesn't want anyone to see him sick. but if you manage to get a glimpse, you'll see he looks absolutely AWFUL. like moments from death. just let him hole up in the dark for a while. after all, that's the octopus instinct

A Note About The Twins - they always fall one right after the other: jade goes down first, floyd goes down harder. and it's always in the most inconvenient way. jade will be down for a few days and just when you think he's over it, floyd goes down in the exact same way

jade - he's fucking MEAN. he drops the snide, tongue-in-cheek, gentleman act and is a nightmare to interact with. if azul tells him to do literally anything at all, instead of giving his usual mischievous compliance, he will straight up tell him, "i hope someone deep fries you." it's terrifying. while he's in the throes of illness, azul makes himself scarce. and you do too especially after last time when you found out that moray eels actually have two sets of teeth. yeah... never again

floyd - immediately turns into a ragdoll filled with concrete. he's always found face-down in the middle of his bedroom floor and cannot be convinced to move. if you want him to rest in bed, you best prepare a team to haul him up there because he will not do it on his own. and he always spikes a fever of over a hundred no matter what kind of illness it is. it's kind of scary and you think he's gonna die. but then he just pops back up like it's normal. no easing back into health. just boom, bang, back to work

Scarabia:

Kalim - Must! Be! Babied! because he's so well taken care of all of the time, he doesn't get sick with minor things. it's always a huge event. he gets whiny and clingy and doesn't want to be by himself. jamil, of course, is constantly hovering through his recovery. however, as he's being babied, he's really in remarkably high spirits. just get him some soup and play a game with him and he'll be fine

Jamil - you'd have no idea he was sick if it wasn't for the dark circles under his eyes. as you know, he's very dedicated to his job so he doesn't take time off if he can help it. sometimes he can't help it, especially when it comes to stomach viruses. he is EXTREMELY emetophobic. he would rather lay completely still, barely breathing, than throw up. kalim tries to reciprocate the babying he enjoys but jamil is not receptive. just leave him alone

Pomfiore:

Vil - very self-sufficient. he insists that rest and hydration is the key and has a million little holistic remedies for any ailment. he is GLUED to his humidifier. he also takes this time to have a little self-care day. extra-long bath, face mask, mediation, the works. it's really quite peaceful. but NO ONE under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES is allowed to see him. the only person allowed in his room is rook (to deliver supplies) and even then the lights are off and vil is hiding. he declares loudly that he's HIDEOUS but you doubt that's true

Rook - never gets sick. like... to a suspicious degree. he could tongue-kiss patient zero and skip away merrily like nothing happened. there has been one time in your entire time knowing him that you've seen him almost sick and it was barely a sore throat. according to him, it's due to a combination of a naturally strong immune system and pomfiore's dedication to wellness. whatever it is, you can't help but wonder if he's lying

Epel - comatose due to horrific amounts of cough syrup. he doesn't have time for illness; it's harvest season and country boys make do

Ignihyde:

Idia - gets sick ALL THE TIME. styx was such a sterile environment that he never built immunity to common viruses. any time he needs to be out and about for whatever reason, there's a 50/50 shot he's going to come down with something. and you'd think he'd be a whiny baby about it but ortho always discovers him lying in his bed in a mostly dissociative state. because he never got sick as a kid in styx, he never learned to take care of himself so it's up to ortho to get him back on his feet

Ortho - with all due respect, this is a robot. you'll be involved in the next post buddy. hang in there

Diasomnia:

Sebek - his ears get clogged every. single. time. so imagine sebek's voice right... now imagine he can't hear. the entire dorm is aware when he's feeling stuffed up. of course, he insists on staying up malleus' ass as usual but he does so with kn95 masks, surgical gloves up to his elbows, and an honestly insane amount of hand sanitizer

Silver - i feel like it's obvious that his way of dealing with sickness is to just sleep it off. his body is already so prone to exhaustion that any fatigue just makes it ten times worse. but he doesn't like to fight through it alone. any time he gets sick, he makes his way into his father's bed and curls up there instead of in his own. lilia knows all the ways to make him feel better. he teases him a little, saying he's far too old to be coddled and soothed to sleep. but in reality, he doesn't mind. it's nice to have his little boy back for a while

Lilia - being sick doesn't really bother him much. it's a part of life and he's been around long enough to know how to deal with it. the biggest problem comes from his back. the physical exhaustion from illness means that the pain he feels is intensified. sometimes, he's bed-bound for a day or more. in those times, it's silver's turn to take care of him for a change. he likes to make little jokes about it, saying things like "ah yes, this is why you have children. good job taking care of your old man." he doesn't want anyone else to know what's going on and silver would never tell

Malleus - you always know malleus is ill by the wailing cry that emanates from sebek. he has failed his lord! how could he possibly forgive himself!? sebek tries to help but lilia has to shoo him away. in times like these, his reptile instincts kick in. he squeezes himself under his bed and barely moves at all. every few hours, lilia wiggles under there and asks if he needs to moisten him with a spray bottle to which malleus responds with spitting a few sparks directly in his face as a warning. he doesn't like to be bothered. he'll crawl out when he's ready

[agatterand]

Here's one Chinese stucky shipper having a dream after watching the Thunderbolts*, she authorized me to translate and post here. She hopes you like it 🥰 (sorry for my poor translation, maybe the usage of words is too formal cuz I put the original text into translating app and revised only a few words, hope it won't distort the original meaning ´_>` ）：

After watching Thunderbolts, I initially felt disappointed they didn’t depict Bucky’s nightmare rooms…until I had this haunting dream:

In the first room, Hydra forcibly tattoos their octopus and skull emblem across Bucky’s back while stringing him up. A soldier brands “HAIL HYDRA” into his flesh with a red-iron, sneering “Assets need a mark.” Bucky passes out from the pain and crashes into the safe house in CA3, which is now collapsing inward. Gritting down on torn fabric, he burns off the fresh markings with a torch before weakly applying wet bandages.

He plummets into the second nightmare: reliving the Winter Soldier’s assassination of the Starks. Desperately fighting his past self, Bucky marvels at his former brutality before getting kneed in his burned back. Choking on blood, he improvises by reciting brainwash commands – ordering his Winter self to flee and use the Starks' phone to summon help before the room collapses again, but he unconsciously falls into the ground for the hurting wounds first.

The third room reveals another ending in A4: Steve lies half-dusted beside Tony's corpse at Thanos' feet, his body frozen mid-disintegration but still here as if he's waiting for someone. Forgetting his own agony and exhaustion, Bucky scrambles up the rubble, trembling as he ghosts his arms around Steve’s fading body. He apologizes endlessly for vanishing into dust too soon, leaving Steve to fight alone and face his oblivion.（I was screaming“You sacrificed yourself before the final fight! It's not your fault!” in my dream）As Steve's body begins to disappear, Bucky reaches out to hold him, terrified he might turn to ash, and pats empty air where Steve's back should be, trying to comfort him. Bucky whispers softly, “It won't hurt anymore,” “It’s over now. You can let go. I’m bringing you home.” Steve dissolves completely, leaving only a notebook. When Bucky reaches for it, he suddenly comes out of his nightmare and shows up among the rest of the team.

I woke up feeling heavy in my deep heart, wanted to share this with you all.

the original work：

[likeiknoworsmthin]

I actually don't know what the hell is this, but anyways:

Diana is waiting for Bruce to decipher some clue so they can go on in their current case (Clark went real quick to finish some work meanwhile, he'll be back soon enough).

Jason *Looking at Diana's head*: Soo... Hypothetically: now that you're officially dating and all that jazz... You're like our kinda-sorta step-mom ¿Don't ya think?

Diana: Of course *beaming*

Bruce is just pretending that he's decor because he already knows what this is about because Jason has been talking about it since childhood.

Jason: Cool, cool... So, since you're a princess and now we're related to you... ¿That would make us royalty to some degree?

Diana *a little worried because ¿Why he could want to be affiliated to a royalty*: ¿Do you need me to help you with something, Jason?

Jason *deep breath before letting all out in one word*: ¿Can-I-Borrow-the-tiara-please?

In that instant almost every bat-kid in the cave freezes in place, everyone looks expectantly at Diana and Jason, as if waiting for the resolution for a problem they were trying to solve for years.

Bruce facepalms because he's already so done. He forgot why he didn't let them spend that much time with his partners.

Diana:

Diana: Oh, of course. *She takes off her tiara and hands it to Jason, still in a mix of dumbfounded and amusement*

Jason: Thank you *He's practically squealing as he tries it on and proceeds to take exactly one selfie before the crown is ripped off his head*

Dick: ¡My turn! *He tries to take a selfie but Jason snatch it back*

Jason: Fuck off, dickface, she lent it to me.

Dick: ¡C'mon, Little wing! ¡Don't be salty because I'm a prettiest princess than you!!

Jason: ¡You're not!

Tries to take it back, but they're on a stalemate with Jason holding it just above his reach and Dick being an octopus trying to paralyze his brother to take the Tiara.

The crown is taken again, this time by Tim that is on the Tyrannosaurus mouth, laughing like a cartoon villain and taking like 30 selfies per second.

Jason: ¡Hey, don't let your fleas all over it, replacement!! *Jason is already getting the grappling hook to reach him*

Tim: ¿Like I'm the one living in a ditch? It's no my fault that I'm a better princess.

At this point Diana is just enjoying the shenanigans, Bruce is still trying to pretend that nothing of this is happening.

Damian: Tt, A pauper, perhaps. *steals the tiara and flees to sit on the Joker's card, Jason cusses at him still on the dinosaur* as the blood son, I'm the only one worthy of the honor of being crowned as princess*

He didn't even take one selfie before Duke took the Tiara.

Duke: Yeah, whatever, your highness, still looks better in me, go with my eyes... *Took a single selfie before Harper tackled him down and took the tiara*

Harper: ¡Oh, sweet, it matches with my hair!! *Selfie*

Steph: ¡Give me, roomie!! *Steph does grabby hands, Harper just lets it on her head and Steph squeals at it while taking selfies * ¡Cass, your turn!! *tossed it across the room to Cass, like a frisbee avoiding by little the sibling mob*

Cass catches it and takes a selfie. Then she put it in Carrie's head, who had been trying to make sense of her biology homework all this time and didn't even notice the commotion.

Cass takes the picture before the angry mob caught up with them to attack Carrie. Then she tossed it to Damian who manages to take a picture this time before being taken down by his three older brothers. All screaming about being the fairest princess.

Finally Dicks gets it back after taking advantage of his bones being practically made of rubber. He takes a couple pictures before Jason grab him again.

Bruce is done.

The noise is giving him a headache, and is becoming overwhelming. So he walks to the group, and takes the tiara in rage. That only makes them keep screaming at each other about who is the prettiest of them all.

Bruce: ¡Enough! ¡None of you is the prettiest princess!!

Dick: That wasn't necessary, B... We all are just having fun.

Bruce: But you aren't. Because I am the prettiest. *Puts on the tiara and walks away*

Diana at this point is dangerously close to fall out laughing.

[mieanme]

Merman x Siren au

Hualian - (part III)

Another short update of the brainrot! Hope you guys like it ^•^

Previous parts: PART I, PART II.

And now let's go~~

***

With the octopus attached to him like a backpack, Xie Lian carefully approaches the outskirts of his pod's territory. The sea floor has already deepened here, so even if the day has already come, it's as bright as Xie Lian is used to. He rarely comes to collect trash in here, because no-one else beside the hunters would dare to get so close to the 'cursed' territory of a siren, so he already feels uneasy.

Xie Lian stops for a second when he reaches the small stone formation that works as a landmark for their border in this area. He looks around, as if he wanted to spot the so-called monster siren waiting just around the corner to greet him as soon as he enters its territory. However, all Xie Lian sees are stones, sea floor and a shadow of pitch darkness further away from the border.

The ocean trench.

Quick calculation occurs and Xie Lian comes to the conclusion that it's probably going to take him until the sun is in the half of its journey through the sky today to reach the trench. Even if it's visible from afar, Xie Lian is aware it's only an optical illusion. So, without wasting any more precious time, he launches from his spot, staying as close to the bottom as possible to not attract any unwanted attention to himself.

"Ruoye, if you see anything approaching us, let me know, please," he clicks, additionally tapping the octopus on the tentacle wrapped around his shoulder. Ruoye taps back, as if trying to say 'roger that', making Xie Lian a little less anxious. The octopus has an excellent vision and sense of the surroundings, so if it warns Xie Lian, the merman should have enough time to flee or hide, if they actually stumble across any danger.

Although Xie Lian expects the host of this territory to appear sooner or later, the only creatures he passes on his way to the trench are a few crabs, fish and a silly looking squid. He swims through a rather small kelp forest too and he finds himself feeling as if he was watched, but Ruoye doesn't alarm him and he himself doesn't see anything around, so he just keeps swimming as fast as he can.

Soon enough, he arrives at the entrance of the trench.

The enormous crack is probably a kilometre or so wide. As for the length and depth, Xie Lian cannot tell and is afraid to guess. He grabs a rock from the sea floor and gently tosses it inside the trench, watching is horror how it disappears in the dark. He gulps, waiting for the quietest sound of the stone hitting something, but nothing comes to his ears.

Only silence all around him.

"Guess I will have to find out how deep it is myself," Xie Lian clicks more to himself than to Ruoye, but then he turns his head to look at the animal at his back. "Maybe you should stay here? I will probably have to dive very deep, I don't know if you're gonna be fine with it."

But, just as he expected, Ruoye only hugged itself tighter to his back, silently refusing to let go of its favourite merman.

"Okay, I get it," he says, knowing very well he cannot argue with the octopus. He probably couldn't even free himself from its grip even if he really wanted. "But if you start feeling like you cannot take it anymore, just let go and swim back up, okay?"

The octopus agrees, pulling gently at Xie Lian's hair again. The merman smiles, actually feeling a little more at ease that he doesn't have to dive so deep all alone.

However, before he can make his mind on finally swimming into the darkness, Ruoye suddenly squeezes him and pokes his chest a few times with two of its tentacles.

An alarm.

Xie Lian quickly looks around, but he doesn't see anything approaching them. Ruoye must have sensed something then, but if it's not in their sight yet, there's still a chance for him to complete his mission without fleeting, right?

He looks around again, but the only hiding spot he can think of is this dark trench. However, after a moment it doesn't seem like such a very bad idea - in the darkness his white tail won't be visible too!

Without another thought, Xie Lian dives into the trench as Ruoye keeps squeezing his back and chest.

"It's okay, I'm not going deep, I will just wait for whatever it is to pass by us," he clicks quietly, but the octopus doesn't seem comforted at all. It even pulls harder at his hair and lets out a strange noise, as if really trying its best to call Xie Lian a 'very stupid merman'.

Ignoring the fuss Ruoye is making, Xie Lian sticks his chest to the sharp wall of the trench, only a few meters below the entrance. He really hopes it's enough for his scales to stop shimmering in the daylight and even Ruoye changes color as much as it can to hide in the darkness.

So Xie Lian waits... and waits, but nothing appears at the top of the trench. Ruoye has already given up on trying to convince him to escape back to his pod's territory, loosening its grip on the merman's body in case it would have to attack, or at least Xie Lian thinks so. He knows very well the octopus would try its best to defend him if there was a need for that. However, with how much time has already passed, the merman thinks there won't be any fight at all.

He slowly moves up to peak out of the trench, but sure enough he doesn't see any moving creatures all around. He steals a glance at Ruoye, and even if the octopus doesn't have any particular mimic muscles to form an expression, it looks deeply displeased with Xie Lian's actions.

"What? Seems like it's gone, so why are you looking at me like th—"

Xie Lian stops clicking in the middle of the sentence, when he finally feels it himself - the other being's presence. The water seems to move somewhere near him, so he backs down to his hiding spot, only to get his hair pulled by Ruoye once again, as if it was saying 'I told you so'.

Xie Lian desperately tries to see anything around him - but there's still nothing above.

Then the realisation hits him. But it's already too late.

Because if it's not above, it has to be underneath.

The second Xie Lian understands why Ruoye was trying so hard to make him leave the area of the trench, he senses another water movement right below himself. He looks down, but sees nothing beside the pitch darkness. Then there's another movement behind him. Xie Lian follows it and turns that way, only to spot nothing yet again. This repeats a few more times, before the other creature finally swims above the merman, casting an enormous shadow on Xie Lian's figure, and, to Xie Lian's terror, it halts in that spot, as if mockingly waiting for the merman to finally be able to see his enemy.

In the meantime, with the corner of his eye, Xie Lian managed to catch a glimpse of a bloody red fin decorated with sharp spikes. He doesn't have to turn his head up to know how badly he screwed himself up. Because now, without further questions, he knows exactly what creature Ruoye tried to warn him about.

The siren itself.

***

Xie Lian and Ruoye meet the Siren finally! Who's excited???? Lemme know how you like it so far ^•^ And what do you think the Siren is gonna do to the silly merman? 😱🫢😏

PART IV

[star-vessel1237]

Digimon Partners for the TWST Cast | Pt. Octanavinelle

( Summary: Basically how they met and more. )

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

(A/N: Sorry if some of these seem out of character)

It was supposed to be a normal day at Mostro Lounge. Azul had overblotted a few days ago, but it didn't seem to matter as all the students were relaxing in the cafe like nothing had happened. Everything had been a peaceful afternoon, and then a loud rumble shook the dorm. Fleeing students ran inside, all yelling about how an octopus and sea serpent fell outside of the dorm.

Some of the students came running out of the dorm, to check out the commotion. What they found was a large teal sea serpent shooting blasts of ice at an octopus wielding a sword and blaster. Alongside the serpent however, they could see what appeared to be a pirate fighting along huge teal serpent. Said pirate also happened to be the first digimon to realize that they were not only visible to humans, but also that they were no longer in the digital world.

The serpent and the octopus eventually stopped fighting (Thanks to the efforts of other digimon, students, and school staff), and eventually all have figured out what exactly happened. The octopus, Octmon, was after the same treasure as the two other digimon, Seadramon and Hookmon, who were a pair of pirates. They were fighting over who would be the owner of the treasure but a portal sucked them in during the fight and by some odd chance they ended up in Twisted Wonderland.

They didn't feel comfortable going with Baal!Yuu to Ramshackle because of them being so used to the sea so they stayed in Octavinelle. Where they just so happened to become partners with three mermen there.

(Octmon)

Pronouns: She/Her

They were the last to become partners out of the trio

Azul had just wanted to wait out the three digimon's arrival so he could go back to business as usual, but Octmon had different plans

She took an interest in the business side of the Mostro Lounge and wanted to collect some shiny objects (coins)

So, she tried to convince Azul to let her become a waitress with her payment just being one Madol coin per week

Azul does want to consider it since business isn't going as fast after releasing the students from their contracts, but the lounge does not have the space to allow a giant octopus to move around freely without causing an inconvenience

Hearing this, Octmon decided to dedigivolve back into her rookie form

Azul didn't know what he was expecting, definitely not for the gaint octopus to turn into a small jellyfish person

But, the form is more than perfectly suited and after a test run they found she actually gets along great with the customers

The two of them ended up forming some kind bond after working together and finding both of them to have a very similar business mindset

Though if you asked the both of them, they will deny it and say that is just a 'business partnership'

Octmon knows about Azul's mer-form, but doesn't push him on it since she can tell it makes him uncomfortable

Octmon also started a collection of treasures, which is made up of anything shiny she could find lying around on school grounds

She also asks to look at Azul's coin collection from time to time, just to admire all the shiny coins (Azul doesn't mind since she doesn't take anything)

Evolution Line

Jellymon -> Octmon -> Marinedevimon -> Amphimon

(Hookmon)

Pronouns: He/Him

Hookmon and Jade rarely interacted since the digimon did not want anything to do with the merman

The reason for this was the shady aura Hookmon got from him, which made it hard to trust the human

One day however, as Jade was in the botanical garden and he found the digimon wandering around the garden and observing the plant life

Jade sneaked up behind the digimon and asked him about his curious behavior

While startled and still suspicious, the digimon opened up that he was used to spending most of his time on the Net Ocean and never had a chance to experience the flora of the land

Jade smiled, remembering the first time he had a similar experience to the digimon

After which, the two quickly became fast friends over their shared interest, especially since Jade decided to invite the digimon on his hiking excursions

It was originally so he could have an extra set of hands to gather more mushrooms but he found it fun to have the company of the pirate digimon

Hookmon knows of Jade's mer-form and was shocked at first, but quickly got over it after he found out

Hookmon and Seadramon are brohters, they just decided to go down different evolution paths

Jade also learned that Hookmon's cautionary nature also extends to other people and it usually takes more time for the pirate digimon to trust in people

While Hookmon is still a bit suspicious of Jade, but he will admit that he is at least a more polite and pleasant human (merman) to be around

Evolution Line

Betamon -> Hookmon -> Captain Hookmon -> Neptunemon

(Seadramon)

Pronouns: He/Him

Seadramon and Floyd were the first to become partners

It was kind of surprising since their first interaction was Floyd poking at the strange sea serpent after taking an interest in the digimon

Seadramon was curious since most beings he met usually tried to stay as far away from him as possible, aside from Hookmon

So when this human (merman) started poking and squeezing at him without a hint of fear, he couldn't help but laugh

After which, the digimon could be found near Floyd if he wasn't with Hookmon

Seadramon refuses to dedigivolve in order to fit in places to small for him, so he either stays at Octavinelle or finds some way to squirm his way into a building

I feel like Floyd would most likely nickname Seadramon 'Moray' or 'Leviathan'

Seadramon really likes the fact that Floyd is a merman, to him it means they can swim together without a worry for air

Floyd also the first to learn about Seadramon and Hookmon's past

Both were originally part of a pirate gang in the digital world, but both decided to fly solo since they preferred exploring the endless seas for treasure rather than stealing it

Overall, Floyd and Seadramon get along really well together and out of all the students cooperate the best

Evolution Line

Betamon -> Seadramon -> Mega Seadramon -> Leviamon

That's all for now, hope you enjoy!

[sannasruins]

monster from the deep

ryomen sukuna x reader

type: merman? thriller? i'm not sure tbh

warnings: octopus merman, reader fears for their life, no pronouns, reader gets slightly hurt

a/n: there might be a part two if people ask for it, i don't know where i was going with this but i wanted to get something out lol

word count: 1.1k

You could barely describe Ryomen Sukuna as a merman, despite him being one. With his power, with his mind, with his body, he should be likened to a sea monster with will rip and tear and bite, and not of a siren that sings of sweet temptation, before consuming you.

The waters were grey and choppy that day on the beach, it was not a welcoming sight. You probably should have taken the oceans warning that day, but you didn’t, and you descended familiar worn wooden stairs that led down to a rocky beach with tall pillars of stone sticking out of both the beach and shallow water. The sky was reflective of the ocean that day, a bland grey hung over your entire small beach town.

The air smelt of the ocean, but was chilled and you wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself, and as you made your way closer to the shore, the occasional spray would kick up in the wind and bite at your face with its cold salty water.

You breathed in, closed your eyes, and held it, enjoying the crisp air filling your lung. It might not be a place most people would want to be this time of year, and especially in this weather, but here and now was one of the only times you could truly unwind, and let go of everything in your mind. The sounds of the waves crashing into the pebbled beach, the whistling wind, the occasional cry of a gull, it all emptied your mind and let you truly just be.

That was, until you heard a series of splashes, which you tried to brush of, but it was then followed by wet slaps that sounded almost like a fish on the deck of a boat. You wondered if a large fish, or maybe even a dolphin had beached itself accidently, so you opened your eyes and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, which had by that time, stopped. You worried that the fish might be suffocating without water, and started looking more franticly.

Despite your efforts, you were unable to find the source of disturbance, and began to wonder if you had hallucinated it, but as a last effort, you peaked you head around the closest of the large pillars of stone that interrupted the beach, and were met with a sight that for what felt like forever, you did not know how to process.

There rested a man, or at first glance what looked like a man. But the more you looked at him the more you saw. When one pair of arms ended, another began, and when your gaze moved lower, where his torso should have ended and turned into legs, there were instead a mess of dark red tentacles, like that of an octopus. His body, his human half that is, was covered in strange tattoos, even his resting face had thick dark and harsh lines on it.

You couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past your lips, and as soon as it exited, your hands had flung up to cover your mouth.

But it was too late.

His eyes snapped open, a deep and dark red that matched the skin of the tenacles that made up his lower half, and found you peeking around the corner of the stone. Your own eyes wide with shock, or maybe fear.

You realized you should run, the look he was giving you was that not of a hurt creature, or a fairytale encounter, but of a hunter catching sight of its prey. As you started to turn around and lift your foot to flee, two of his tentacles shot out, one wrapping around each of your ankles, and tugged backwards, causing you to tip forwards, your hands shooting out to keep your face from making contact with the sharp pebbles of the beach. You felt a sharp sting in both your hands as you landed hard, the air was knocked out of you. The rocky beach digging into your soft skin as you were pulled over it was sure to be leaving bruises and scrapes over your body, but all you could feel was overwhelming dread as a monster from the sea dragged you back towards him.

Breath was still not coming to you as his other tentacles picked you up and held you captive Infront of him, you were shaking with a fear that seeped its way into your bones. You could tell however, that he was even more horrifying than you had originally thought, as a second pair of eyes under his main ones blinked open to scrutinize you more closely.

“A human,” he mused. He wasn’t talking to you, just thinking out loud. You kept your mouth shut, regarding your captor with wide, unblinking eyes and were amazed that it could speak your language.

“Well human,” he addressed you this time, looking into your fearful gaze with his own cold and calculating one, “what should I do with you?”

You sputtered, shocked, was this creature that was about to eat you, asking you how he should eat you? Was he asking you how he should kill you? These were all very scary questions that flooded your brain and kept your mouth from making any other noise than a very quiet and questioning “huh?”

He frowned at that; it was obviously disrespectful. Your mere presence on this beach whilst he was there was disrespectful, and he didn’t have the time or patience for disrespectful and meager existence. He started to consider what had been running through your head the whole time, that maybe he should just drown you and eat you, there wasn’t enough of you to satisfy the King of Sea Monsters, but it had been a while since he had eaten a human, and it could be a little snack.

He watched the way you trembled in his grasp, how you were totally his in that moment, unable to do anything unless he willed it to be that way, and it felt something he hadn’t in quite a while.

“Answer me little human,” he pushed, “what should I do with you.”

“Please don’t kill me,” you managed to whisper the plead out from your fear frozen lips.

“Very well,” he smiled, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth that sent a harsh chill down your spine.

He brought you closer to him, replacing his tentacles for his lower pair of arms, and this is when you truly thought he was going to bite into your neck and rip out your throat, or something equally gory that would end your life and begin his feast, but instead he did something else entirely shocking.

He dove into the frigid ocean, with you firmly held in his grasp.