#angler asks

[vsemily]

Has Chris seen what Trent looks like? Does he need to hide his appearance due to his phobia or does he just like being a funny shadow man?

Yes, he's the only person who not only knows what Trent looks like but has also had direct contact with him. Trent's use of the nyctophobia necklace artifact is both for his own fear and because it's fun to utilize.

[kabr0ztrousers]

For Mermay~

Transmasc partying at a beach house to celebrate healing from top surgery gets lured away into the night by deep sea siren to be their unwilling egg carrier and mate.

Includes: Noncon, breeding, eggs, hypnosis, aphrodisiac venom, used like toy, excessive cum. Top half of siren doesn’t have to be entirely human looking but I am thinking ethereal carnivore of the deep

Kabr0z Writes episode 159: Mer-July?

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: Hypnosis; Thalassophobia Noncon; breeding; paralytic venom; aphrodisiac slime; intox; oviposition; egg laying; impregnation; kidnap;

A/N: The siren turned into an anglerfish somewhere between the prompt and the page... Hope that's not a deal breaker for anyone 😁

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It was the last Saturday of summer. The last party before you left your parent's Cornwall summer house to go to university. A few of your old friends were with you, swilling cheap vodka and supermarket brand orange soda. Suffice to say, between the lot of you, nobody would be trusted to drive, even if anyone else had a license.

You'd stepped onto the beach for a smoke, the sounds of drunken lads revelry behind you, the ink-black ocean ahead. If the lights went out, you knew you'd be able to see all the stars in the sky from here, but right now it was still a touch too bright for anything but the brightest constellations. You took a drag. You smirked a little, your dad would kill you if he found out.

Endless lectures about not smoking, how it'd destroy your skin and make your voice all raspy, not realising he was actually selling you on them. Maybe you'd come out to your folks once you were in a new city. Maybe not. You hadn't decided, even though most of your friends knew you as Cai now, and you'd stopped introducing yourself by your dead name years ago.

One last pull. You buried your dog end in the sand. You shouldn't, but everyone does. Who'd notice one more? Standing up, you turned for the back door.

Something flashed, out at sea.

You looked again at the dark water, visible only from its reflection. It's not impossible there's a boat out there, but you'd expect to see running lights. A shrug. It must've been your -

Another flash. From underwater. You inched forwards, hearing the pebble beach crunch under your trainers. Surely there's nothing under there? It's too shallow for a submarine or anything

Again

The water was ankle-deep. Then it was up to your knees, then your waist. You couldn't say why you were so compelled to wade out, only that you were.

Then it grabbed you.

Strong arms wrapped around your leg, pulling you under. It swam out with incredible speed. Saltwater flushed through your sinuses as you watched the safety of the shore slip further and further away, the light of the village replaced by the light of stars.

The breakneck pace dropped. You were floating, head above the water, clothing soaked, short hair slicked to your skull, plastered to your face at odd angles. The thing that grabbed you was staring at you.

Its eyes were huge. Great round dinner-plates staring at you. That same light glinted down paths on either side of the creature’s face, leaving light trails on your vision. The light continued below the waterline, revealing a long tail and dozens of long, thin feelers protruding from the creature's sides. You’d heard the local legends about the merfolk, but never believed it.

Then it dove.

You barely had time to take a breath before dark water overtook you. The iron grip on your ankle the only thing keeping you tethered as it dragged you deeper and deeper. Sharp rocks scraped your skin, cutting through your clothes. You couldn’t see anything, blackness and stinging salt the only things you could see. Your lungs burned. Then air greeted you once more. Cold, stinking of vegetal rot and tidal salt. Your eyes edged open to reveal a cave, the ceiling barely high enough to stand up, bioluminescent algae clinging to damp rock, a pile of seaweed in one corner the only comfort under the dripping stalactites lining the roof.

The merman dragged you up onto the rock. The pale greenish light cast it in crazy shadows, somehow making it look even less human. You scurried away as soon as you were on the solid surface, but the cave was small and it was remarkably nimble even out of water. He backed you into a corner.

You hadn’t seen him properly on the surface, only picking out the wide eyes and luminous strips. Here in the cave you could see more: shimmering greyish scales covered his whole body, his face lacked a nose, but made up for it in his sharp-toothed maw; thin, clear needles protruded upwards from his lipless mouth, covering the empty space where it would be. Webbed, clawed hands either side of you heaved his body, wiry and thin on top of you. He stank of fish and the ocean, though you couldn’t be sure if that wasn’t just the dank air of the hollow.

A single slash rent a gap in the gusset of your jeans and tore out the crotch of your shorts, exposing your crotch to the foul air of the room. His body ground against yours, slimy skin against your clothes, coating you with a layer of slick hagfish ooze. You couldn’t grab him to push him off, your hands covering with mucous as you slapped at him. An unmistakable appendage protruded from the base of his tail. You’d had plenty of guys trying to get into your pants, but none of them succeeded. This one, apparently, was about to

“No, God no, not like this”

It bit you. Teeth sinking deep into your shoulder. Every beat of your racing heart drove pins and needles through your arm. A moving front of cold numbness flooded through one arm, then back up again. You couldn’t curl your fingers, your hand flopping on the end of an increasingly weighty arm. The venom reached your heart. It spread like wildfire, shutting off your control. Your breath came shallow and quick, just enough to keep you alive, not enough that your vision didn’t tunnel. The numbness suffused your legs and other arm, before spreading through your mind.

Your thoughts slowed.

You wanted to get away. To get to the entrance. To take your chances with the black cave and deep water. You couldn’t move. You couldn't think. Panic ebbed away, washed from your mind by the comforting numbness. You felt your head loll to one side, unable to summon the strength to stop it.

You didn’t mind

The prodding length between your legs was getting more insistent, a thrust away from becoming your first. The creature held itself up on its strong arms, tail thrashing between your limp legs. It hissed above you, oozing more of its foul-smelling slime from the gaps between every scale, before bucking its hips.

Your lips barely parted as it entered you. Your mind was so slow, almost unable to react to the stretching fullness as its well-lubricated rod buried itself inside you. Again and again, it thrust inside you, slicking more and more of the lubricating slime into you and over your legs. The slime burned as it entered you, a low, tingling heat. It penetrated the fog clouding your mind. All you could focus on was the spreading heat, and the growing desire it brought.

Your cunt tingled and trembled, compelled to grip around the slick cock fucking you even as it grew slicker and slimier, your fluids mingling with his. You drew to your peak, your throbbing clit the only thing you could think of as the cave went blurry and a drawn-out whine escaped you.

He hissed again, burying himself in you. Sharp claws left thin scratches along your arms as his cock throbbed and twitched, thousands of tiny eggs filled you. They were so small and soft, you felt them slipping into your womb, filling your fertile belly with new life. Over and over he pulsed into you, more and more eggs filling you, bulging your belly before starting to ooze out around him.

By the time he withdrew, you were thoroughly filled, limbs still heavy and stilled by his paralytic venom, lewdly splayed in his lair, covered in gelid mucous and dripping eggs. The perfect incubator

[soupiestzilla]

Getting the homie gunned down by a fish was not part of the 2025 bingo

[purity-town]

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In the Angler's defense, a dragon-pig-fish-hybrid that summons sharknadoes is pretty cool. So why bother talking about any other old legends?

[odd-chips]

Second chunk of the [Weretober] prompts of Tim (and by extension Ratman) getting turned into a bunch of different animal guys!

Seriously, how does he keep doing this? This is bananas, like stop it, man. This is going to be terrible for his back. :/

(Prompts #8-14 in order: Kangaroo -> Otter -> Hebridean Sheep -> Deep Sea -> Serpent -> Antlers-> Quokka + Bonus Sketches under cut)

When drawing Kangaratman, I was thinking somehow Tim would get roped into underground fighting for money, and it reminded me how much I LOOOVE the specific scenario of "werecreature gets put into a fight/cage match/etc". Doubly so when the human's not much of a fighter. >:]!! So I wanted to draw more:

Later my friend made me realize Tim's whole ass would be hanging out after he turned back and it made me laugh HOILKJFD (BTW this is a tumblr exclusive sketch, twitter did NOT get it, you're welcome):

And finally some bonus Snim (Snake Tim) thumbnails! I had a hard time deciding on the pose because honestly I liked them all:

[cassiskurocorner]

Happy Mother’s Day to this fucker!! I was going to post a much sweeter mother's day art with Ciel helping gardening but after the last episode, Sebastian doesnt fucking deserve it! 0:)))

[truthdawn]

hi pressure fandom I made. an angler human(oid) design :)

versions w/ smoke underneath the cut 👍👍

[dna-u]

May we pretty please see the angler girlies? (…. And the other two anglers, I guess 😒)

What do they look like in your style?

They sure do need some clothes, huh?

Left to Right: Froger, Pinkie, Angler, Blitz

[smokbeast]

Mermay asks 👁👁

Uhm uhm- i cant think of anyone so- your favorite fnaf character as a mer?

GIGGLES AROUND AND KICKS MY LEGS,, my fav is Monty…

[vsemily]

How long has it been since Trent took a shower? Does he ever take showers?

Without Chris to haggle him, Trent would...not take care of himself. He bathes more now.

[deadhands69]

hi jade!!!! do you have a favorite sea creature :3

[fishluring]

If I’m gonna be honest when I first saw your blog on the explore/recommended page here I got way too excited when I thought you were actually a fish page

Your art feels like if you crumbled slightly moist commercially available black sesame powder between your fingers

Im sorry to disappoint, but alas, I just thought that carp image was funny. Have this weird angler fish as consolation, I like them a lot

Photo is from NOAA Office of Ocean Exploration and Research, Deepwater Wonders of Wake <- copy pasted from the website

[askthemspainter]

What's your opinion on this thing.

it's not scary, but it reminds me of pandemonium or some of the anglers.

[ask-chartreuse]

Fucking slow ass pinkie

[z-13-the-saboteur]

*everyone in this place gets a plushie of them that is on random desks and tables*

Everyone seems quite pleased,

Despite this Sebastian, You, Painter and Lopee are currently busy, and they will receive theirs when they're done

Blitz and Pandemonium are currently zipping around the facility, mostly because there's expendables. The others are waiting their turns.

[fizzyflakess]

Your angler Poseidon is pretty. I'm surprised that he hasn't tried to lure anyone to eat yet.............or has he? though just to be safe.....*remains 12 feet away*

“This is a bit overkill don’t you think?”