#coral bitty

[ilexlio]

I love these noodley bois

[vex-bittys]

Could you post all the little lamia icons in one post?(im not gonna reuse them, i just wanna see what they all look like lol)

*Of course! I commissioned these from IwuvCofi on Twitter, and they are just... so cute... and chonky... (Long post ahead)

*Please do not respost, edit, or claim these works as your own. 

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

Hello, if it's no trouble, may I request a matchup?

My soul trait is kindness

I'm agender aromantic and asexual and will go by a few different neo-pronouns, I'm rather pale with really short brown hair and darkish brown eyes. I'm quite skinny often wearing jackets/hoodies (because I'm always so cold) and glasses. I'm not the proudest of my appearance but I don't outright hate it. I'm rather friendly if a little awkward and skittish, I often have a hard time starting a conversation for the first (few) times or standing up for myself. Other than that I'm very caring of others I care about and sometimes even considered motherly in a way to some.

I really like collecting rocks (of any kind, crystal, shiny, plain, large or small polished or not. I have a large collection and a small problem), reading, drawing/coloring, exploring and climbing, murder mysteries and who-done-it's, stuffed toys, animals

I don't like blood (it freaks me out, a lot), horror movies, yelling (at me specifically, in general can be iffy depending on the situation), someone coming into my room and messing with my things

Other stuff to know is I'm autistic with severe anxiety and mild depression, of which I taking medication for both. I'm both very cuddly and yet also not, always wanting to give those I care about hugs and (platonic) forehead kisses although if someone tells me no, either it not being a good time, them not wanting to be touched at that time or if it makes them uncomfortable I will refrain from doing so, but also having times where being held or touched by another can make me uncomfortable.

Yes! You can have a matchup! ^^

Doll(Tale Papyrus Neko):

1.0 Foxy:

1.0 Fixed Foxy:

Eevee pokebitty:

Black Neck(Tale Gaster Lamia):

Red Viper(Fell Sans Lamia):

Blue Coral(Blueberrer Lamia):

Honeybun(Swap Paps Satyr):

Clay(FellSwap Paps Satyr):

Buttercup(Tale Alphys Satyr):

Pudu(Tale Sans Faun):

Sander(Tale Sans Unicorn):

Del(Tale Paps Unicorn):

G1 Jazz:

G1 Soundwave:

Kissy(normal Kissy Missy bitty):

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I wouldn't recommend quite a few Lamia bitties as some only like to eat meat, but it'd be cooked since most of our bitties don’t need raw meat but still, they prefer it a bit on the rarer side-

And some Osteobats may be vampiric and need blood, though they can have plasma, which is like a pale violet juice, it does have an odd soft glow though, but you cant really see it unless it's in the dark!

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This was taking me to long so sorry-! No notes ^^;

[xx-spazzie-xx]

its funny how my only queen coral hc is "homophobic"

[kyumisyumi]

Tentacles and Tendrils

Shaking off the rust and giving monster smut(writing in general) a shot again.

Prompt: monster partner is in rut/heat and the partner has to deal with it

Rating: 18+

Monster type: M!Merfolk x F!Reader

Word count: 6k

~Taking requests~

     You stare out at the unending, blue horizon. The cool ocean breeze preparing you for the temperatures of its water as you linger along the edge. You wore the company certified diving gear: a wetsuit, mask, BCD, the works. A spear weighed down one hand while a cylindrical container weighed on your shoulder. Hope and pessimism fought to be at the forefront of your mind as you scan the empty waters with heavy disappointment. This area was always relatively vacant, but not too far off you can spot a duo entering the water with matching gear. Their actions take you out of your haze, and with another gauge check you finally approach the water. Getting a feel for the sea's surge, you make your way in. And with practiced hands you slipped on your fins before turning to greet the seas with outstretched arms.

     Beneath the blue your body instantly goes into autopilot. Swimming was as natural as walking and these seas might as well have been a second home; a wayward beauty that will switch it's mood at a moments notice but home nonetheless. You took it all in, familiar as it may be, the ocean never stopped being a sight to behold. A world beneath our own full of wonderful blues, outstretched greens and terrifying blacks. The current had a bit of force behind it but nothing near the cruelty you knew any large body of water could deal. Your darting eyes couldn't help but search around, scanning everywhere for even just a hint of... There! You moved with haste. As much as you could as a land dwelling animal in aquatic terrain. You didn't get far before the shape you eagerly chased revealed itself to be just a particularly thick and unruly swatch of seaweed. You sigh internally before resolving to begin your original task.

     Nearing a gorgeous station of coral, you couldn't help but linger and watch the busyness. Schools of varicolored, itty bitty fish swimming through the equally colorful pseudo-flora. Despite your love for marine life, you never quite learnt the names of all the little guys much less how to differentiate between them, say for a handful that stick out. Your interest was usually for the larger lifeforms mother nature had to offer; you smiled as you watched a wary grey eel eye you with suspicion. Soon your eyes fell upon your reason for being here. It's bright red colors were slightly muted by the depths, with white tiger stripes outlined by black to break up the pattern. Its form was lined with spines and frills that flowed and fluttered with each graceful swish of it's body; an absolutely gorgeous creature. You readied your spear. The black strap trigger pressed into your skin as you carefully aimed, hoping not to hit anything but the target. It helped that the lionfish lingered in one spot before you speared it. You moved to put it in the container before opting to offer it to the eel you saw earlier. As gorgeous - and delicious - as they were, these guys were invasive here and the effects of their persistence was a constant strain to the native wildlife. They seemed highly concentrated around this sandy patch of substrate, driftwood and dead coral. It didn't take long after the first few kills for one of your friends to make their way over. Gently, you caressed the top of the nurse shark eyeing your spare eagerly, this one you named Lisa... or maybe it was Madeline. It was no surprise your face blindness extended to animals as well, even the cute ones that made your dives feel a little less lonely. The creature began gliding and swirling around you. You liked to believe the fondness was mutual but it was equally likely they were just in it for a meal. You speared another lionfish and offered it to the grey and white cutie.

     The spot you were in. The shark. The scenario. It brought back the memory of the first time you saw him.

     Back then you were collecting lionfish, same as now with a duo of nurse sharks tailing your every movement. At the time you were overly cautious, so you'd sit in one place, removing the venomous spines of the fish before handing them over. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, he'd been there for quite a while, watching you. From his position partially behind the rocks, you'd think he was hiding -or rather, on the defensive- but you just can't imagine something that big and powerful hiding from tiny 'ol you. Yes you had a spear but you doubt it would do you much good if he decided to attack. Merfolk. Given your job at the Aquatic Wildlife Center you were relatively familiar with them. Your company was more than welcoming when programs were made for them- as well as the other species- who showed interest in coexisting during the realm migration. The Merfolk you were familiar with, however, had to undergo numerous lessons on etiquette and culture to live among humans. The one near you now... The word 'feral' came to mind. You didn't quite like using such an animalistic term towards something that looked a little too human, someone that you knew had equivalent intelligence. His skin was primarily muted greens with a burst of parchment white down his chest and undersides of his arms. Unlike the fish tails merfolk were known for, this one's body ended in a myriad of tentacles, not unlike an octopus. Height wasn't exactly something you could measure but in terms of body mass he was more than twice your own. He seemed to tense any time you held direct eye contact so you settled on keeping him in your peripheral and keeping your movements slow and measured. You're not sure what he wanted but if he was content to just watch you, you didn't mind.

     The next time you went out for a dive he'd made another appearance, this time resting on the rocks instead of behind them. Looking at the way his tentacles gently swayed against the current, you realise the way they'd writhed restlessly the day before may have been a sign of anxiety. It tickled you that somehow, in his mind, you were a threat to be worried about. You'd never even been in a proper fight. His relaxed demeanor gave you a bit of courage and you contemplated offering him one of the lionfish but ultimately chose not to. Doing so would feel as though you were treating him like an animal at the petting zoo. Then again, he was watching you like an animal at a regular zoo, keeping his distance as if he thought you'd lash out at any opportunity. You focused on the task at hand. Either the sharks had developed more patience or they were full from yesterday, this time they seemed more interested in dawdling around and getting pets than playing Russian roulette with your spear. You'd gotten into a rhythm of pull, aim, release as you moved slowly across the sandy substrate with him never too far behind.

     On the third day he was almost as close as the sharks were. There was still a respectful distance but you'd only have to reach out your hand to touch him. Despite your determination to hold strong as he approached there was a hint of fear in your eyes when he first got closer. He wasn't threatening but the size difference was all to blatant up close, his chest so broad and arms so thick you didn't doubt they could snap you in half like an oatmeal cookie. In response he seemed to try to make himself look smaller, drifting at a lower level so that his head wasn't much higher than yours. This gave you a good look at his features, he had round pupils unlike the rectangular slits you associated with octopi, his sclera was a light grey and his irises a saffron yellow on downturned eyes. He didn't seem to have any patchwork of iridescent scales like your work colleagues. His eyes aside, everything about his face was sharp, from the hooked nose to the prominent chin and brow bone. As curious as you were, you tried not to look any lower than the slits along his neck; gills, in case your gaze made him uncomfortable. You briefly wondered if he'd try to say something once he got closer but he didn't, he just looked back with a gesture you interpreted as 'continue'. So you did.

There actually weren't anymore lionfish nearby so you decided to take a moment to clip the spines of the one on your spear, hoping to feed it to Joel the eel... or maybe this was Geoffrey. He took this lull in your movement as an opportunity to interact. You stared wide eyed as his hands reached out. It looked as though he was going to reach for your spear but thought better of it and reached out for your free hand instead. He took your smaller hand into his much larger ones. He inspected each finger, pulling them apart and tracing the curve in between, where his held a thin membrane. He ran a thumb over your blunt nails, where his held thick black claw. His movements were slow - cautious - and you get the feeling that it was more for your benefit than his. Wary as you were, you were equally enthused to learn more of the  man... fish... octopus being before you.  He inspected the sleeve of your wetsuit, running his fingers over the material. When it seemed like he was going to pinch the fabric between two claws you tugged your hand away, shaking your head in hopes the gesture was universal. Thankfully he understood. He then circled you to take in the rest of your form, a possible sign he understood touching anywhere else on your body might be unwelcomed. 

Unsurprisingly, he took particular interest in your legs, watching the way they swayed to keep you afloat. He didn't touch you yet you somehow felt pressure over every inch his eyes laid upon. Was this how your coworker felt during those awkward introductory meetings where there would always be one person asking to touch their fins. The memory made you giggle and the merman suddenly shifted his focus from your legs to your face. Your breath caught as his eyes focused on yours, it was mesmerizing how they looked as fluid as the ocean; the colors swaying as the black center zeroed in on you. For a moment you wondered what did you look like through those eyes. He raised a hand to rest his knuckles against your cheek. His gaze then lowered to your lips. Your body -so ready to flee when he first approached- now froze. No matter how much you tried to reinforce that his actions were of innocent curiosity you couldn't stop thinking they weren't. Or maybe you just hoped they weren't. Oh dear. Before you could figure out where your head was at, he pressed a thumb against your lips. There was a subtle shift in his features as he stared at you intently. A question? Was he asking to kiss you? Your heart sprinted. He wanted to kiss you... and you- you were actually considering it. You must be insane; yes you thought he was gorgeous in a unnatural -captivating- way but you weren't going to kiss a creature you haven't known for more than a few hours. You hadn't even exchanged words with him. Words... Oh! That was it! You would've face palmed  if your hands weren't occupied. He wished to speak, and prior knowledge reminded you that merfolk could adapt a language through lip contact. Well, that cleared your brain a bit. If that's the case surely you could spare your lips for a moment. It wouldn't have to be long, just the slightest peck was enough. A fraction of a second. He was patiently awaiting your answer, somewhat pulling back as if to tell you 'no' was a more than acceptable answer. With a tad more hesitation you finally nodded. You pulled out your mouth pieces, angling it downwards to prevent excess air loss. Trying to show some initiative you moved closer but you just couldn't bring yourself to close the kiss. Graciously he did and your lips met. Your rushing blood brought heat straight to your cheeks. It was such a minute amount of contact but your body responded as if he was already tongue deep inside. You felt... something. Like faint streams of electricity that moved from the corners of your lips to the center before vanishing. You figured it was the magic at work, now would be the time to move away but your body and brain can't seem to get on the same page. Or maybe they were on the same page and the voice telling you to move away was something foreign, something unwanted. You opened your eyes to see his, half lidded but looking at you with an intensity that couldn't be misconstrued. Neither of you wanted to break the contact. You're not sure where the confidence came from but just as you moved to press closer to him, your lungs reminded you where you were. They called for oxygen. It took more effort than you would like to admit to pull away from him and return your regulator to your mouth. You looked back at him to see his fingers pressed against his mouth, eyes swirling with mixed emotions. Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you but you swear he licked his lips. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat and he moved his lips as if testing the motions.

     "Can you understand me?"

     You nodded in the affirmative. And by Gods, the smile on his face could outshine the sun on a clear summer morning.

     This opened up the pathway to your budding friendship. Underwater, you couldn't have full conversations but with the barrage of questions he had there was hardly a need to speak. It especially amused you that he had to confirm that you were indeed human. Do humans walk everywhere? Do we forms pods? Do we dream? Do humans fly was a weird one to answer under the limitations. It was an eye opener to the fact that you were as alien to him as he you.

     At some point you remembered that you were on a timer and though there wasn't really a quota, resurfacing with only four lionfish would definitely not look good for you. You went back to spearing, trying to be quick while he asked about this and that. It only got better when you finally resurfaced. You perched on the old abandoned dock, it was barely more than a couple planks of wood hanging on for dear life. You were especially glad that this area remained as vacant as when you left so you didn't have to worry about worried/wondering gazes at the two of you.

     Unfortunately diving was only something you could do 2 maybe 3 times a week, it was essentially a freebie session offered to break up the office work you dread. Still, even after you clocked out, you'd take a stroll to that same dock where he'd be waiting beneath the surface. You learnt that, though most merfolk would declare otherwise, his species wasn't rare. Just distant and reclusive. The only reason he was close enough to the shore to spot me was because he seeked a precious stone to complete a trade. Based on his description you believed it was Larimar or Blue calcite, which you may have in your personal collection. When you asked why he decided to approach you, his answer was a sideways glance and a shrug before quickly changing the subject. There were moments, you noticed, when he'd rest his arms along the wooden planks and caress your overhanging legs. The movements were slow and feather light, almost absent minded. It made your mind fuzzy, you wished to just close your eyes and focus on nothing but the feel of his skin against yours. Occasionally, he would gently rake a claw over your soft skin and you'd try your best not to trip over your words. In return, you'd run your fingers over the mix of tentacles and tendrils that sprouted from his head- similar to hair. The prehensile limbs would wrap around your fingers. The gestures were unmistakably intimate but neither of you spoke against it. Amongst the many questions and conversations would be these moments of content silence, these you treasured most. His hands on you, your hands on his, as you both enjoyed the world around you and each other.

     Now those memories fill you with a hollow feeling in your chest. It's been almost a week with no sign of him. What had you expected, really? He has a life down below that he has to attend to after all. Even you have missed a day or two. What if he's hurt? The question gnawed at you many times these past few days; you despised the small part of you that preferred that outcome over having been left behind. But then the idea that somewhere down there he was facing unknown perils that you'd have no means to help him with would solidify in your mind. No, you'd rather the hurt of having been abandoned. Summoning your mental fortitude, you aimed to focus on the task at hand before you accidentally harm one of the sharks by being distracted. There was a new face this time... at least you thought they were new. They nuzzled your body as if sensing your distress and to your delight; it helped

     Seconds dragged into minutes then hours before it was time for you to get out. You wished you could say you were strong enough to just go but instead you swam around for a bit; hoping. Praying. But there was nothing around except you, the water and your pitiful heartache.

     Above land you safely shed the equipment. The smart thing to do would be to go home as soon as possible. To finish your day, change your clothes and curl up in blankets while playing some video games. However, you've always been a creature of habit so instead you sat at the old dock. Alone. The sun was so warm but the winds were relentless, they licked at your skin as if trying to shoo you away. Maybe this was Poseidon's way of telling you to get over it. It's not like there was anything between the two of you. You'd only known him for a handful of weeks after all, that's barely enough time to form a friendship much less... As if shutting down the thought, your brain replayed a memory of him pressing his face against the palm of your hand with pure bliss etched into his features. As if your touch alone could push away all his problems. Then there was the time you touched your forehead to his during a momentary spur of boldness. The look he gave you spoke so loud in the silence. You would've kissed him then if not for your shyness winning  out. That was one of the last moments you'd shared before his disappearance. A treasure in your heart that now caused you pain. Packing up your things, you got up to leave, however something clutched your ankle. Something, rather, someone you recognized all too well.

     You gasped violently as you were dragged down. Thank goodness you did because it was all the air you'd get to take with you in your rapid decent below. He shifted so instead of being pulled by his tentacles, you were fastened to his side by a firm arm. He stared straight forward as he swam, allowing you only to see the tendrils whipping around the back of his head. You could hardly process how fast you were going down the bottomless blue. The water shifted from a bright, comfortimg azure to ultramarine as you went deeper and deeper. Your panic rose the further he swam, which did your lungs no good. Was he trying to drown you!? You couldn't call out, couldn't scream so you tugged and pulled at his thick, unyielding arm, trying desperately to get him to stop. He turned to you then, there was a look of pained and haunted thoughts scribed into his face. The lovely grey of his sclera had darkened into a soulless black making the yellows of his eyes that more vibrant, almost glowing in the waters inky depth. The word 'feral' again came to mind as he blinked his second eyelids. He looked at you and looked at you and looked even more. As though his eyes processed one thing but his brain was stuck on something else. It took a moment but he finally said your name. Not said, growled it. His usually velvety deep voice was now strained through gravel. He pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your hair, your heart would be fluttering were it not currently banging in your chest wondering where the hell was the oxygen it ordered. You tried, you really did, to struggle against his hold. Hoping he'd wake up from whatever spell he was under and bring you back to solid ground. Hell, you'd make an attempt to swim for it, knowing how futile it would be. But once his long tongue was on your throat you became putty in his arms. You feel three distinct fingers rake against the other side of your neck as he nipped at you. You can't tell if your breath hitched or your lungs made another vain attempt to reach for air. You raised a trembling hand, trying to alert him to your situation but he seemed solely focused on tasting your skin.

     "Breathe." He spoke in-between licks, his tongue venturing down to your clavicle, and you wondered if he'd actually gone mad. His hooded eyes met yours and he repeated the word.

     It didn't matter anymore, the choice was no longer yours. You had held onto that final breath for dear life but it was time for that life to come to an end. A stream of bubbles left your horrified lips as you now fought not to breath in; that was a far shorter battle. You inhaled, preparing for the sting of water invading your airways in it's rush to your desperate lungs. For your body to heave and cough as the waters reminded you you were not it's friend but a guest who had overstayed their welcome. Would your body float up to be picked at by birds or sink to be fodder for the sea floor scavengers? You waited and waited. But... It never came. You, somehow, were breathing air. Opening your eyes in confusion, you looked around to see if you were suddenly back on land, if all this was some dream or hallucination spurred on by your guilt and heartbreak but no. You were still surrounded by the open seas and all it's inhabitants. Your breaths felt slightly strained but you weren't going to complain about life saving miracles. Especially when a giant tentacled man was tracing his finger down your spine. Now that your life was no longer at risk(mostly) you calmly rest your palm against his head, trying again to get answers out of him. He stilled, dissolving into your touch as he had many times before. You saw a bit of clarity in his eyes before he closed them.

     "I'm sorry." He said after a moment, his voice was lustful and strained, like a warning sign dipped in want and desire. "It started; my heat. I tried to stay as far away as I could but when all sense had escaped my mind the only thing left were thoughts of you." He pulled you closer, his eyes remained closed as if one look at you would break the little control he had. "I thought I had overcome it when I began searching for... Methods for you to survive beneath the waters. But the moment I had my answers it overtook me. It possessed me. It still does. I want you...desperately but only if you'll have me."

     You listened to his words, in confusion then understanding. Then you actually understood! Oh! Suddenly your body had forgotten all it's woes, focusing on your core instead. He wanted you. You bit your lip in thought, noticing that the water couldn't pass some unseen threshold of your mouth. You wanted him, you couldn't even pretend to deny that but... Was there a 'but'? You searched your tainted mind for excuses but your brain and your body were again in unison, the only outlier was you. You slid your hand up his face and caressed a cranial tendril, he opened his eyes and you felt his body vibrate. Purring.

     You didn't have the courage to look him in the eye when you spoke. "I will." You consented.

     He was on you instantly. His lips crashed into yours with reckless need. There was no slow build up, no questioning nor tentative tongue touches. His tongue snaked pass your lips and devoured you in kind. His large hands ran down either sides of your body, meeting when they both grabbed at your ass. There they lingered, kneading your flesh through the stretchy materiel, before one devious hand ventured even lower. You felt him slide a finger along the fabric covering your sex. Back and forth, his finger glided creating a nice little friction that almost touched your eager clit. Your hips moved on their own, seeking the contact. You craved more of his touch and suddenly the thin, synthetic rubber was a dense barrier. As if hearing your thoughts, there was the slightest pinch against the crook of your behind before a sudden coldness seeped in. You could feel him carefully swipe his claw to just above your clit, creating a opening in the fabric. The new sensation of cold wetness against you warm sex made you gasp but it was soon replaced by the warmth of his... hand? No, the texture was far different. Before you had a chance to investigate, the feeling of suction against your clit gave you all the answers you needed. Something between a gasp and a moan left your lips, the sound must've pleased him greatly because he tore himself away from your mouth to look into your eyes. The limb covered your whole sex, with the tip lightly teasing your entrance but it was that one suction cup upon your clit that was really putting in the work. It took a rhythm that was brain meltingly pleasant against the sensitive bud, thoroughly teased by his phantom touches prior. A sudden surge of pleasure began to build causing you to reflexively try to squeeze your thighs together. However, the  action was impeded by two tentacles quickly wrapping around your legs to keep them parted. They squeezed as if to reaffirm their hold on you. He took your chin in his hand and watched you intensely as you came undone from the stimulation. His grip was light but unyielding when you tried to turn away. Closing your eyes would lead to him stopping completely until they fluttered open again to meet his. He would take in every dip in your throat, every curve in your lips, every crease beneath your eyes and flush upon your cheeks. He wouldn't miss a moment of your first orgasm at his hands. His gaze was dizzying, as if whatever possessed him was now reaching out for you.  Having him inspect you with such cold fondness only made the experience that more salacious. The rising tide of pleasure finally crashed and you were left a buzzing, panting mess. With a look of gratification he released your chin, wrapping his arms around you once more to knit your body to his.

     "You're so beautiful." He cooed before trailing off into words of his own language.

     You didn't get a moment to say anything back before you felt something probe against your opening. One of his tentacles slid inside you fully, welcomed and aided by the slick lube of your still pulsing walls. You shuddered in his arms, thankful for the support. It was a comfortable fit and suddenly you're reminded that it's been ages since anyone has had you like this. It made the experience slightly more alien atop the fact that you were being intimate with a lust driven sea-beast. Rather than the expected thrusting, the appendage grazed along your insides. It twisted and pushed as if getting a feel for you, learning you before pulling back out. The sudden emptiness made you whimper, you looked at him, ready to beg if need be but it didn't come to that. You felt your entrance being prodded again. It was the familiar tip of a tentacle, ready to enter you once more. However, the more it pushed, the wider it got; so very much wider. And Gods, it held a bumpy texture that was absent before. Just as your mind went hazy you realised it was two of them, wrapped around each other. It finally gave you the thrusting motion you desired, it's ribbed texture grazing parts of you that remained untouched for too long. Your movements were limited but you attempted to grind against each wonderful thrust, moaning your delight with feather light whispers. This was all too good, soft and pliable enough that it writhed inside you but firm enough to press against your hungry womb.

Despite all senses seemingly being focused on your trembling hole you felt something press against your stomach, forcing it's way into the tiny space between your body and his. You peek downward to see the spearheaded tip of what you assumed was his cock. Suddenly, his preparation of your cunt made sense, you'd expected him to be big but geez. It was identical in color to his body, darkening at the tip in a similar fashion to his fingers. It throbbed and twitched as he began to grind against you. Even with two tentacles stretching your insides, your greedy eyes craved the feel of it. Craved the connection to him. You reached down and grasped it at the base, shock almost pulling you out of your haze when it wrapped around your hand. It tightened as if begging for more of your touch. You acquiesced and began running you hands up and down his massive length, taking great pleasure in the way his body vibrated with resonating groans. His thrusts inside you growing wilder, taking you further and further and you were determined to take him with you. His voice held a softer, pleading tone as it goaded you on, praising you between strained hisses. His cock swelled and hardened, his words devolving into senseless mumbles. The limbs inside you became more erratic as his pleasure grew. His grip on your body tightening to the point of leaving small tears in your suit and nicks in your skin. He released a long animalistic huff as he coated your arm in slimy white fluid, your body responded by coating his tentacles with your own. You rest your head against his chest, moving in time with his heavy breaths, counting them as you both recovered. You're not sure when he began moving you but suddenly you were face to face. He kissed you. Slowly. Gently. Tasting and savoring you.

     "Do you think you could take me, my treasure, or do I need to stretch that greedy hole of yours even more?" He asked between kisses.

     Words were beyond your tired brain so you just nodded. As spent as your body was, this moment would not feel complete until he was inside you. Slowly, as if moving you too much too quickly could break you, he turned you around so that your back was pressed against his chest. He snaked his hands around you -he really did seem to love having his arms on you-, one hand moving to grope your breast while the other traced a line down your stomach to caress your mound. You feel his lower half angle itself to bring his leaking member to your slick opening. Oh so slowly you feel him slide into you, spreading you wider with each inch. You couldn't help but try to squirm against him but his hands held you steady. He was only half way in when your body began to show resistance. He started pulling out slowly and thrusting into you, getting a little bit further each time.

     "You're being so good for me." He whispered just above your ear, his voice held a lovely cadence. Singsong; as if haunted by a melody that compelled his body to move.

     You couldn't hear it but you felt it, it rang through your body with each sway of your hips and out your lips with each whine. Down to the way he held you, like an instrument to be adored. Every moan a crescendo and every voice stopping bite at your neck a diminuendo. He was playing you and you were loving every moment of it. In and out, in and out like he was timing bars on sheet music. That was up until the flat, tapered tip hit the deepest part of you; he'd hilted. Then everything stopped. Fermata. You're only warning for what was to come were the tentacles that slithered around your legs to ground you. You hardly even felt him pull out, just the force as he thrust fully into you. The sound that left your mouth was a guttural whine of shock and pain. He kept going.  Slamming. Pounding. Taking your body over and over. It hurt and yet you desired more. He fucked you like he was craving this moment his whole life. Your body eased and the pain slowly dissolved into pleasure, never quite leaving but become something more. Something better. Something wholy obscene. Your body was an inferno in the cold, dark water. Pleasure overtook you; you no longer felt like a person, just a mass of emotions and senses. You could hear his grunts and growls behind you, the sounds he made were truly animalistic. Wild. Primal. Savage. As though he couldn't fathom being anything but a creature of vulgarity. Couldn't fathom doing anything but driving himself into you. Desired nothing more in the world than to fill the emptiest parts of you. Your walls tightened around him, as if intending to learn every bulge and vein of his cock. Pulling and sucking him in with no desire to let him go, that was where all your strength went. You felt the recognizable build of another orgasm and judging by way his pliable member was now a hardened monolith, he wasn't far off.  He no longer needed to lead, you danced with him as you both came together. His seed seeped out of him, filling every bit of (nonexistent)space inside of you before oozing out. He continued to thrust, making sure you milked his cock for everything he had. It's throbbing was like a heartbeat inside you.

     You collapsed against him, laying your head flat against his chest, your cheek barely touching the flesh above his heart. After a moment you looked up to see him already staring down at you, the affection in his eyes fueled your already thrumming heart. A moment of tenderness as the tainted waters surrounding you both whisked your indecencies away.  His sclera lightened to their usual soft grey. An eagerness popped up on his face as he seemingly wanted to ask you something then but thought better of it. A somber look taking over his features instead. Using what little strength remained in your body, you turned fully to him. He immediately took your head in both his hands and rest his forehead against yours.

     "I- Did i hurt you?"

     "Did-" You gave him a droll look. "Did you hurt me??" You flicked his head. Well, you tried but there was less than no force behind your fingers. "Of course you did. Lucky for you I enjoyed it."

     "I'm so sorry, I'll be gentler next time." He sounded genuinely apologetic. "If you would allow for a 'next time'."

     "There better be."

     "And a time after that?"

     "Don't push your luck, ocean boy."

     You felt him smile against you. It may have been an innocent one but you couldn't help but wonder if he was already plotting.

     He took you above land after that and you thanked the Gods above that your towel and pack was still waiting for you. At least you could walk(limp) to the company building without catching a charge for indecent exposure. He watched you from his usual spot on the dock. His downturned eyes hooded by his lashes had him looking like a distraught child watching their best friend board a plane to unknown lands. Did he think he scared you away? That you'd never return? Maybe as a bit of revenge you'd let him believe it.

((You also had to deal with the urge to sink into the floor at the knowing and amused looks on your merfolk coworker's face every time they saw the marks on your neck D:))

[anxiousworm]

Fun with the silly block game again✨

First attempt at a blocky version of this character, who’s I’ve renamed Kaia (species is called uki now). And it’s smaller, more tropical cousin mikiukis. I’ve made up a bunch of ingame lore for them that would probably be impossible to actually implement into minecraft

Uki:

Neutral, 50 hearts, rare apex predator of the tundra and frozen oceans

Has 2 attacks: bite which causes more damage, and claw swipe which causes knockback

When given fish an uki will dive underwater to pick up a random item for the player. The rarity/value of the item increases with the amount of fish given (it’s a lot, like stacks) and how much it trusts the player (similar to reputation)

Once trusting of the player, uki will attack any mob that injures them in a 30 block radius

Hostile towards all illagers and ravagers, making them valuable assets in raids

Able to sleep at night similar to villagers, making them invisible to hostile mobs. They will awake if they or a player they trust is hurt

Will start taking damage in arid environments without access to water after 5 minutes

Immediately takes damage in the nether unless right clicked with a bucket every 5 minutes or given crafted booties for them to walk around in (yes it’s exactly like dog booties)

Drops coarse fur and rarely one of its claws. This can be crafted into a knife with no cooldown similar to pre-1.9 combat

Worst enemies: Guardians and drowned, it’s on sight 💥 💥

Mikiuki:

Neutral, 5 hearts, small social animals that dwell in beaches, jungles, and coral reefs

Hunt tropical fish and pick up any item they find, which they’ll hide in sand mounds. If these mounds are broken or the player attacks one of them, all mikis will attack. Alone they’re wimpy, but together they swarm you and steal your items after death

One can exchange items with food similar to foxes

Drops 1-2 tropical fish or the item it was holding

Swim as fast as dolphins, but are remarkably slow on land (itty bitty legs😔)

Will dig above nearby buried treasure

Play games of tag like baby villagers

Float on their backs like sea otters

Bred with pufferfish

Don’t take damage in hot biomes. Being in the nether dries them out, but doesn’t harm them

Will break nearby crops and steal items out of naturally generated chests/barrels

Prey for guardians!!

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Indigo’s kids are stinkin’ adorable!

Could we have more facts about them?

Ahhhhhh i wanted to draw this but my motives TANKED so here are some itty bitty facts about all the kiddos!

Coral- Togepi Fusion (He/him)

-Middle Child! He was the 2nd one out of the shell and the second one to open his eyes!

-Biggest of the trio! Slightly larger than average in comparison but huge against his siblings.

- Anxiety, He's picked up on his father's danger sense, but because he's a Togepi fusion it doesnt work properly. As a Togekiss he gets a better handle on it.

- Constantly afraid he's doing something wrong, even if he ISNT doing anything wrong.

- Perfectionist, if one thing is out of place and he cant fix it, he will flop onto the floor and cry.

-An absolute Daddy's boy. All three of his dad's are very aware that he needs a lot of attention and love, and if something goes wrong, Coral is the snitch (anxiety helps them, not so much Coral)

-Indigo's nickname for him is Coco because "You're so sweet baby." and Coco wears it like a medal.

Rose, Happiny Fusion (He/They)

-The Baby of the trio! Can't get away with anything even if he is the youngest.

- Has constant nightmares, it's his premonition senses going off but warped beyond recognition. He never gets a handle on this, but his nightmares slow down.

-Can't sleep alone. Even as a fully grown Blissey. He wanrs to sleep wih Dad and no one is gonna stop him!

- Has no sense of taste. Constantly eating everything and anything he can get his hands on.

-Is the most romantically inclined of his siblings, but uses this force to try and match his siblings up with others as they grow.

-Is also the only one that can take hits like a tank. He's not good at dishing out pain but that's okay cause his siblings take that over.

-They also know the most healing moves of the entire family, surpassing even Indigo whose a paranoid nut.

-A little gremlin through and through, constantly causing trouble because no one would ever believe its him (too bad his older brother is a SNITCH)

-Has once trapped both his siblings in a box because he was mad.

-Rose's nickname is Rosebud because they will ALWAYS be Indigo's baby. Even when he's fully grown.

Punch, Buneary Fusion - (They/them)

-Punch is the oldest. First out and ifrst to open his eyes.

-Baby is the fluffiest of his family and needs to be sheared to avoid getting overheated. Indigo uses the wool to knit sweaters and toys for the kids. Punch is always so happy.

-They're also the one that takes pkaytime waaaaay too seriously.

-Indigo once handed them a buneary plush and Punch froze.

"What's the matter Pun?"

"Daddy, i cant be a parent, im only 2."

-Yeah, Punch is the one to constantly have Indigo keeling over laughing because their statements are so OUTRAGEOUS its too funny to NOT laugh.

-It is also the reason their nickname is Pun, little bap is too naturally funny.

-They are also the one to fight the Eevee pups CONSTANTLY.

-The Eevee's all know bite, and that hurts for Punch constantly.

-Doesnt stop them from trying to win.

-They have also fought the Pichu and Pikachu pinkies and often goes so far to try and beat up fully grown pokemon.

-When they loose, they wail to dad because "THEY BIT ME!"

"Yeah Pun, that's what happens when you pick a fight."

-Despite their name, Punch's kicks are POWERFUL

-They can knock out an unsuspecting person if Punch is mad enough.

-When they grow though, their punches WILL match the prowress of their legs.

-Very much a Glass Canon, cannot take a hit for the life of them but MAN does it hurt when they hit.

[vorish-wonderland]

You're a rare tiny species of mermaid, separated from your family in an unfamiliar environment. You're found by a curious moray, who offers to bring you somewhere nice and safe... something tells you this can't end well.

Includes: soft/safe vore, fearplay, unwilling prey, mentions of digestion

★✦A Narrow Escape✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

The sea is a harsh environment.

Its waters are cold and unforgiving, especially to someone as small as you.

You were a mermaid the size of a shrimp, a very unfortunate size to be in this horrible world. A world that was kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.

You wish you were bigger. A size that would at least allow you to fight back against those who wanted to kill you.

You had gotten lost.

You might as well already be dead.

If not now, then you will be soon.

You're in unfamiliar waters, separated from your family, cold and alone.

You must be somewhere north... it's very cold...

So cold...

So cold.

"Huuuuuuuh...? What's this~?" A carefree voice asked. "An itty-bitty mermaid all alone~?"

You turned around to the direction of the voice, only to see a shadowy figure swimming away. You tried to follow it to see what this thing was, but it was just too fast for you. It swam in circles around you.

"You're so small... aren't you scaaaaared out here all alone...?" The voice asked. "Someone as small as you could be gobbled up at any second~ Aren't you nervous?"

You knew exactly what that was implying.

You aren't making it out of this alive.

"You're the size of a shrimp, hehe! In that case, why don't I call you Shrimpy?" The voice laughed to itself about the 'endearing' nickname it had given you.

The shadow finally stopped swimming in circles around you, allowing you to get a better look at him, and vice-versa.

"Oh that's strange..." He said. "Your kind isn't usually seen this far up north, what could you be doing here, Shrimpy?"

He's right. You live in the South of the Coral Sea, so someone like you was a rare sight around... wherever you are now.

"Hey, Shrimpy, you must be cold, aaaaaaren't you~?" He asked, in a sweet-ish voice. "I can bring you somewhere nice and warm and safe... doesn't that sound nice?"

Alarm bells began going off in your head.

"Aha, I'm right! You're shivering your tiny little arms off! C'mon, don't you wanna warm up~?"

The unfamiliar cold waters were too much for you... but you'd honestly prefer freezing to death to being eaten alive.

"Follow me, little Shrimpy~"

He grabbed your entire body with his hand alone, swimming off somewhere and dragging you along with him.

The easily 12-foot-long merman dragged you along with him for what felt like forever.

"We're here, Shrimpy~"

You could've sworn it felt even colder here.

"Heeeeeey Shrimpy... you're so small in my hands... if I squeezed ya, I bet you'd pop!" He told you, licking his lips. "Your blood would be everywhere... I bet your blood tastes delicious! But you know what...? Could I just...?"

He brought you closer to his face. He uncurled his fingers, allowing you a chance to escape, but before you took that chance, he licked you, tasting every part of your body from your tail to the top of your head.

...you really are going to die here. There's no doubt about it now.

The warmth you had temporarily experienced was replaced with a freezing cold as he savoured your taste in his mouth.

"Mmmmm~ Ehehe, you even taste like a shrimp, Shrimpy." He told you.

Now's your only chance of escaping. Even if you don't, it's better to die knowing you tried to escape rather than lying still and accepting your fate.

You tried to swim away.

"Oh. Tryna run? Well, part of the satisfaction is from the thrill of the hunt... so go ahead and swim away, Shrimpy, I'll give you a head start, even!"

He smirked.

"Not that it'll do ya any good~"

You swam as fast as you could, trying your hardest to escape this... predator.

This ravenous, carnivorous eel... can you even escape him? No, you can't, there's no way!

It's hopeless, but you have to keep going.

Otherwise you'll be-!

"Boo!"

You were grabbed tightly.

"Ehehe! Did you really think you could get away?" He laughed to himself. "I'm feeling nice, so I'll give you a tip for next time- well... not like there's gonna be a next time for ya. Aaaaaaanyways, morays like me tend to hide and ambush prey, so you're better off staying away from the reefs... but you'd be exposing yourself to a ton of predators, so you're kinda screwed either way, Shrimpy~"

You were completely frozen from fear. Every little cell in your body was telling you to try and escape.

"You ready~? Three, two, one, and!"

He stuffed you into his mouth.

He savoured your taste for as long as he could, he loved every second of it. The way you pounded your tiny fists against his teeth, like that would do anything...

It felt amazing, he'd play with you forever if he could, but...

"PLEASE DON'T! L-LET ME OUT, PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING-!" You screamed, before...

Something sharp clamped onto your tail.

You're being dragged backwards. Deeper. Down into his throat.

It didn't matter how much you screamed, cried, pleaded, begged, he didn't care.

And then you were swallowed. The second jaws let go of your tail as you were sent downward, downward, downward...

Towards your final destination.

Floyd coiled himself around a rock, enjoying the feeling of a full belly and having a live tiny mermaid inside of him...

Now to just relax and digest for a bit...

Then he screamed out in pain as, from inside him, you bit the wall of his stomach as hard as you could.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He yelled.

"G-GET ME OUT!!" You sobbed.

"Aww, what's wrong, Shrimpy~?" He mockingly asked. "Sure, it'll hurt, it'll REALLY fucking hurt, but... after a while, you won't feel anything!"

He pressed his stomach against the rock he was coiled around, and you responded by once again biting him.

"Would you stop that?!" He yelled.

You kept biting, since that was clearly working.

"I SAID STOP!" He yelled, before punching himself in the gut.

It hurt, but you kept biting him.

"UGGGHHH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!" He yelled, angrily. "FINE. I'll let you out. It's not worth all this pain....."

Wait...

Wait, that worked?!

You're going to live!

"I really thought someone like you woulda just accepted their fate. Guess not." He sighed. "I'll go find something else to eat..."

You were so thankful to be let out into the water once more.

"You go on, swim away. But if I come across you again, you won't be so lucky."

And then, the eel swam away.

...

You really survived that...!

[merakiui]

Hemlooo Meraaa!! I'm havin yandere octavinelle thoughts and I thought why not share it with u? I hope you're havin a good day!

(CW: imprisonment, forced use of potion, dubcon kissing, implied sadism?)

imagine one of em (or all three of em, take your pick) keeping you prisoner in the dorm's big ass aquarium that decorates the Mostro Lounge.

But like, in some corner surrounded by rocks/corals/just a secluded place where no one can really see u, and only he knows of your location.

And you're chained at the bottom of the tank (probably long enough that u can explore just a tiny itty bitty bit of your space) and only he can visit you cause he can change into his merform, aight.

In order to keep you alive, he's given you a potion that enables you to breath underwater (or maybe turn u into a merfolk?)

But here's the thing, the potion's effect is not permanent, and it'll probably last like 24 hour ish or less.

Don't worry, he won't let u die, he'll still give u your daily dose (an excuse to visit u). Probably let u struggle a bit before giving u the potion (if he's feeling sadistic that day/feels like u need to be punished or sumthin).

He also won't just give you the potion as it is, oh no. He'd probably give it thru a kiss (u know, like that giving oxygen via kissin thing??) You're just so complaint whenever he gives you your potion.

And so every time you feel like you're feeling hard to breathe, you'd trash around in your chains and try to swim closer to him who are just in time (or a bit later) for his visit, clinging to him and desperately crashing your lips to his to get your daily dose.

He'll probably saw it as you just being really eager to meet him and that you finally loving him back (I mean why else would you initiate the kiss first if u don't love him?)

He's so happy that you're finally depending yourself on him, giving all of you to him and him only. Don't worry darling, this will only last until graduation, and after that you can live happily at the bottom of the sea with him forever <3

Also, this one is a specific thought for Azul:

octopus can change how they look to match their surroundings as camouflage right?Imagine a darling who thought they're finally alone (either still in the aquarium or in the ocean), only to suddenly feel his arms around their waist and his tentacles clinging to them as he hugs them from behind. He's been there all this time, just lovingly observing his beloved pearl among the corals and rocks, they're so cute when they're oblivious <33

I'm having big brain thoughts when I tried to take a nap today and so I'm sharing it with u cause I love your yandere writings so much <33

-heyyy

Hello, heyyy!!! Thank you so much for blessing me with yan!Octavinelle. OTL they’re always on my mind… this is fueling my brain rot.

(cw: yandere, captivity/kidnapping, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con touches/kisses, brief mention of violence)

Omg giving the potion to you through a kiss is so good because they would absolutely prefer that way. Why force the potion down your throat when they can transfer it through a sweet (or all teeth and tongue if you’re Floyd) kiss? And every time they feel you reciprocate the kiss, even if it’s only because you need the potion in order to live, they’re certain that you’re getting closer to accepting the new life that awaits you!

If anyone ever does happen to notice you in the tank, they should start running. The trio aren’t fond of prying eyes and those who don’t know how to stay out of business that doesn’t concern them. A few broken ribs ought to teach that nosy student. And if they aren’t scared soulless by that, there are always scarier threats that can be used. Death is always on the table when it comes to keeping their beloved safe and sound.

AAAA YES YES!! Azul camouflaging himself so he can watch you is very delicious to think about. He can be as suave as he wants when he interacts with you, but he just can’t quite be entirely truthful with you. He’s still hiding some unsavory part of himself. He’s still shrouding himself in all of these layers in order to bury who he really is. You’ve yet to meet the real Azul—the Azul who laughs with genuine amusement, who occasionally cries in secret, who spends hours starting and scrapping love letters because he just keeps messing up and he wants it to be absolutely perfect for you. What terms of endearment should he use? How should he begin his greeting? What should he write about? These questions haunt him.

It’s easier to lie and hide and bury. It’s easier to act as he always has: sly and silver-tongued. But it’s harder to avoid his reflection in the mirror because it’s the one thing that can’t lie.

So when he hides himself from your view, he’s not only doing it to watch you. He also does it so that you won’t see his tentacles. So you won’t judge him. So you won’t have to face the fact that he’s not actually human. But as much as he wishes to observe, he can’t resist reaching out for you. You’re like the radiant light that draws him out of his octopus pot—into a world of love and color and fluttery heartbeats. It’s fine if you detest him. He’ll fix that. It’s fine if you claim you could never love him, a heartless monster from the deep. He’ll fix that. It’s fine if you prefer your humanity. He’ll fix that, too.

Azul’s hugs range in severity. Sometimes they’re quick and fleeting—merely a brush of tentacles against skin. Sometimes they’re possessive and insistent—tentacles wrapping so tightly around you that you’re certain your bones will splinter. And sometimes they’re sweet and sad—a rare sort of hug where Azul sheds his many layers and clings to you. All while lamenting about how much he missed you, how it’s not fair that he can’t be with you 24/7, how you still avoid his touch, how he’s worked so hard for your sake.

And like the variety of hugs you receive, there are also many sides to Azul. You’re not sure if you prefer clingy Azul, emotional Azul, cruel Azul, sweet Azul… But all of these facets make up his personality and you’re forced to accept it—to accept him—because there’s no way you can escape him.

Like a ship destined for wreckage, he’ll sink alongside you if it means he can be with you for all of eternity. And luckily for him, the ocean is as deep and blue as his love for you.

[iambittythings]

One of my, and the crowd's favourites at AN, the Reef Ghost! He's listening to a real (and tiny) seashell. His 'antlers' are coral, and I gave him little swirls of highlights to mimic the look of light underwater, along with a bit of bubble texturing.

He's also got a nice layering of dark to light as you go lower on his sheet, or deeper, as it were. And he looks fantastic in the dark too! The streaks of light and the antlers came out different colours, which can be tricky to mix and make show on the glowing effect. In the end, he's a proud piece for me, and I'm glad he found a good home that deserves him. :)

If you'd like a spoopy friend, check out Bittythings and Beasts.

[samthecookielord]

SAM OC BLIND DATE TOURNEY ROUND 2 RESULTS

yeah you know the drilllll wee wahooooooooo 🕺🕺🕺🕺

Match 1 and 2...

Lo-fi and Hearth lost!

Lo-fi: Deltarune oc based on the boombox that Napstablook uses. They are a silly little guy that SCC picks up and runs off with <3 child acquired (well more like Lo-fi just. Showed up in front of their studio and they were like "who is this sad lost child?")

Hearth: A character for a game called Dream Aflame. She lives on a soul-fueled, flying pirate ship with two others, all of which were previously captured on said ship (they all managed to get free and fed their captors to the ship lol). She also has a sentient lizard tail named Dessy :]

Match 3 and 4...

GB and R!Rainbow lost!

GB: This particular version of GB is from IHS (insane hecking school). Basically a massive highschool crossover au of friends' ocs and straight up just characters from shows/games we like sdfjhsdhjfs. At IHS, GB is a gym teacher. He hates it there <3 The students throw dodgeballs at him and shout go white boy go

R!Rainbow: AU version of Rainbow where instead of being twenty identity crisises at once, they are a funny little prankster using their colour-changing abilities for mischief™!

Match 5 and 6...

Kitey and Marble lost!

Kitey: A party member in Paint City, residing in the Paypre region. He's the nephew to Captain Mints, and is expected to eventually become a captain himself when he's older. Unfortunately, he's a bit (understandably) terrified of having to fight monsters.

Marble: This one is pre-incident™ so he's itty bitty and squishable :] unlike the older one which i want to bite and throw into a blender. He still has friends! Yay!

Match 7 and 8...

Coral and Red Circle lost!

Coral: A fighter in Magic Stick Smackdown! He's just a silly little fairy guy :3 send post

Red Circle: LITERALLY HOW. I HAVEN'T WRITTEN THIS GUY EVER IN MY LIFE. THEY'RE JUST A GENERIC CASHIER GUY I USED TO DRAW WHEN OTHER CHARACTERS WERE LIKE. BUYING STUFF IN COMICS. JGHSDFHJFSDHFJDFSD I THOUGHT THEY WOULD DIE IN ROUND 1

[valiantsuitcaseskellington]

I am writing a story, and late into the story the Mc is going to get bitties, so I thought is only fair that I start practice drawing them!

This is a Coral Lamia bitty from @vex-bittys

Hope you enjoy!

[vex-bittys]

Could Bon get an adoption scenario for a coral (of any size/temperament/grumpiness) and a small krait? I think they’d be good matches in the house and get along with everyone.

*Bon has been helping out with the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center nail art day. She also came to find herself a Coral and perhaps a Krait to adopt, so she's been watching the Corals that sidle up to "accidentally" receive nail art. Nobody is mentioning it, and they've become bold enough to actually paint and cure their designs under the gel lamp. They've also been heavily pilfering the rhinestones.

*Bon spots a frustrated little Coral trying to find rhinestones that match his scales. He has handfuls of them that he doesn't want to put back (because shiny), and a Krait is trying to help him find that oh-so perfect shade while many other greedy little Coral hands raid the supplies. She nudges over a tray with stunning shades of reds and yellows, and the Coral immediately curls around them protectively, making his selection after cramming his personal collection into his now-bulging pockets.

*Next, the Krait and Coral pick out some fake nails to give the ends of their phalanges that perfect shape. The pair helps each other apply the proper layers of gel, drying under the lamp between each layer. Bon watches them out of the corner of her eye with a smile. They are trying to be inconspicuous- the Coral frequently sighing as if he's only there to keep bigger lamias from bumping his Krait friend. It's obvious who loves the nail art the most though.

*It's almost closing time, and Bon is getting ready to pack up her supplies. She hears quite a commotion near her supplies. There are several bottles of polish strewn about that she'd just pack up... odd. Then she sees them. The Coral is tossing aside bottles of polish to make room for himself and his Krait friend to stow away in the supply box. He dislodges a box of fake nails and tucks the Krait safely into the space that's now available. Looking around suspiciously, he hops in himself, curling around the Krait to keep him from being jostled.

*Bon places a soft blanket into the bag, pretending not to notice two striped lamias burrowing comfortably into it. She'll make sure to grab a pair of adoption forms on her way out.

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

Lamia bitty: Blueberror

Blueberror Lamia

Name: Blue Coral

Species: Blue Malayan coral snake

Size: 8 - 12 inches total, 3'5 - 5 inches standing(mini) 5.5 - 18 feet total, 2 - 3'5 feet standing(fullsize) 10 - 20 feet total, 5'5 - 7 feet standing(bara)

Venom: Yes

Personality: Excitable, zany,

Likes: Large households, helping, having friends, playing, playing outside, exercising,

Dislikes: Small households, being bored, being alone, small spaces,

Compatibility: These bitties love and do best in larger households where they can have a lot of friends and don't have to be alone!

Due to the fact they never want to be alone they do really well with clingy bitties and bitties that don't like being away from their friends! And rarely get annoyed by this, and normally when they do it's because they're bored,

These bitties can easily get the zoomies! This is a good thing and it means they feel safe and comfertable! Though they need the space to slither/zoom/bounce around when they get the zoomies!

Giving these bitties supervised outside time is recommended if possible! These bitties should me supervised as much as possible for at least the first few weeks and whenever they are outside, no matter their size!

These bitties are very prone to accidents and often need extra help with things!

Feeding habits: These bitties arent very picky and will eat just about anything, though they love to help in the kitchen!

Additional info: These bitties are afraid of being alone and often don't do well in smaller households due to this!

Zone: N/A, Inside, Plains,

In Universe: These bitties are seen as hard to care for but absolute sweethearts!

Difficulty: Intermediate - Advanced

Features:

Main colors: Black, blue,

Secondary colors: Blue

Extra: N/A

Additional info: They're mostly black with blue race stripes going down their sides and a blue underbelly

[kinok0s-writings]

Something I wrote for @vex-bittys, happy valentine's day <3

A Tale of Two Corals

The welcoming sun hung overhead in a cloudy sky, letting its warm rays hold any living being with tender caresses, the breeze running through treetops accompanied the beams of light with a passive coolness to make sure no one got too warm, the two working in rare balance to make such an important day perfect. It was a day of blooming spring, barren branches growing blooms on their limbs and once hibernating creatures awakening, even the migrating birds have begun their trip home as winter was melting away about as fast as the ice seeped into the earth as water. A place where many could see these steady changes were in a park just by a large town, -it was still too small to be declared a city, a respected place that was made up of a decently thick forest altered slightly with added benches, trash bins, and upkept dirt paths. It was a piece of land where many would go to get as close to near raw nature as peacefully possible without having to go far, but it was also a place where wild animals, even bitties, could stay without much threat of deforestation or being hunted down. The paths were scarce, not traversing through the entire forest like a broken web, and not many diverged far away from them. However, just because it didn't have threats that the untouched pieces of the wilderness had doesn't mean surviving was easy, even if so though it was home, at least to a coral bitty who grew up as a hatchling here. He was currently occupied with rummaging through his burrow almost frantically, looking through his hoard of trinkets he took from those who ‘no longer needed them’ and collected throughout his life within the vast woodlands, purpose in his every movement. The coral snake lamia lived under the roots of a tree close to one of the aforementioned trails,- one that wasn’t often used by the humans and monsters that ventured through, just as he liked it. It kept him away from others, (so what if he was alone, it's not like he was lonely or anything, and if things went his way, he wouldn't be after today), and it may be a bit on the small side, but it was easily defendable and hidden from anything he didn't want to take on in battle. Though it wasn’t super hidden he supposed, for if it was he wouldn’t have met Carnel that night so long ago, just recalling the memory of meeting the other coral made his bones get warmer, -the sun must have directed its rays directly upon him again.

It was another day spent gathering food for the night, light still occupying the land as he slithered down his own paths through the rest of the forest, his movements stealthy and on edge as he expended his reserved energy. Often he would sleep most of the day to figuratively charge himself up and hunt for leftover litter some disrespectful traveler has tossed to the side, for unless he was desperate he never had the energy to hunt live prey, especially during winter when he's at his most sluggish. The chill often irritated him and made him much more grouchy, but his mood lately hasn't been as bad as it typically is during the season, - specifically with how annoying it's been this year; how can he be grouchy though when he managed to come across a bag of barely touched popato chisps? It’s been strange, every now and then he’ll come across some manufactured food left behind as if waiting just for him, and he was very skeptical at first, but nothing was wrong with it anything left behind at the bench it always seemed to be around. It wasn’t altered, there was no trap set up, the food was just simply left there without regard, and who was he to deny such careless abandon? Looking back, he should have probably asked more questions, like why had no other critters gone after the food, why was it barely touched, and why was it always tucked in a spot he could find it? He could feel excitement at the weight of the bag tucked under his arm, the dead grass parting easily as he sped through it the short distance to his home, declaring his hunt over. The sun had by then stooped low enough that the skies were painted in dark violet hues fighting with amber clouds like spilled ink, a battle so bright it put the earthen ground through a filter, a breathtaking view if one would actually stop to admire it. The forest was winding itself down, beings getting ready to spend the last hours of daylight exploring or hunting for food just as the coral had, some even tucking themselves into an early slumber, meanwhile the more nocturnal had begun to stir, awakening to begin their nightly routines. Most visitors have returned to the safety of their homes around these times, but a human woman and her bitty, a coral like him, had begun taking his path through the trees nowadays, making him change the routine he had gotten so used to. Instead of lounging in the last rays the sun would give him before nightfall and enjoying his meal he's forced to return to his home early lest he be seen and given annoying pity for being a wild bitty; it wasn’t like seeing the pair made him envious or anything, no, just the thought made him sick. The lamia huffed and pushed away any thoughts that felt laced with things he refused to touch as he maneuvered his body down one of the many entrances to his burrow, carefully pulled the bag of chisps under the roots, only to discover another already there. Immediately defensive, clasping his meal with clawed phalanges he released a warning hiss, moving away from the entrance to give the intruder a clear path of escape, before his eye lights registered what, or who, he was looking at. It was the bitty that made him change his routine, the one that came through with that woman, and his sudden presence must have taken the other by surprise, for it took the coral a full second to hiss back instinctively before quickly raising his hands as if he just remembered something.

“hey wait, calm down, i ain’t gonna touch nuthin’, didn’ realize this is yer place.”

He was skeptical, eyeing the offender, before slowly situating himself across the other, -putting his body in between the other and his stash just in case, the underground much cooler than the surface still being warmed by the last of the sunrays. The silence was thick, but the rustling of the aluminum bag eventually cut through it, causing most of the tension dissipate as he visibly loosened his grip after sizing the coral up, deciding the sudden company wasn't worth him putting off his sought after meal. It was probably after the two avoided looking at one another for several painstakingly long moments and a stomach slightly more full with eaten popato chisps that he decided to finally speak the other, voicing a question that was really bugging him.

“where’s the human? didja run away or somethin’?”

The look of disbelief he got in return was near chuckle worthy as the other shut that train of thought down fiercely, squishy the possibility like a berry.

“no. no, we were just doing some hide n seek rounds before we left, i jus seemed to end up choosin yer home as my spot for this round.”

The accent the other had made him think he was from deeper in town, it was much thicker than his own, and even though he wouldn't admit it anywhere besides his thoughts, it was actually kinda nice to listen to. He didn't exactly have much of an accent, for he himself had only picked up speech from the other bitties he had come across, a few had forgotten how to speak in their natural sound based tongue, so while they had been kept under his wing he had to learn. It wasn’t like he took care of them or anything, he just occasionally comes across some abandoned souls and puts it upon himself to male sure they don't die after their first night in these woods. It was usually done either by teaching them how to live in the woods eventually on their own or by taking them to the ends of the park where they can easily find the adoption center and get a different kind of help he can't offer. The wild coral eventually shrugged at the answer given and decided he could manage allowing the hiding bitty to stay here until he gets found, as long as he didn’t touch his things tucked behind him. He even set the bag down between them after several more moments had been sapped away like the warmth draining from the surrounding soil, -being replaced by a crispness an upcoming snowstorm could only bring. The chisps now subtly open in a way that broadly showed he didn’t care if the other took a few even as he continued to eat, both later on getting lost in hushed conversation as they got used to being in the burrow for one together.

His human found him shortly later that night, but it was far from the last time they came across one another, after that point meeting up at the closest bench to interact more often, until eventually it became a near every day event; it became so frequent it had become routine to sit in the grass and soak in the sun until discovered by the other. At first he only humored the idea as long as he got some food out of it, but eventually he got too absorbed in the times they spent together he forgot to even eat whatever was brought, -eventually being saved for a morning meal instead. They progressively became friends, and now the coral wanted them to be more, so much more. He’s grown to trust Carnel with things he wouldn’t trust himself with, feelings that he wasn’t fond of voicing, and in return for that trust he received no judgement, just support they shared between each other wordlessly. Many times during their interactions they found the setting sun to not be warm enough, or grown bored with their meeting spot and shared sights that made them understand the beauties of each others worlds, and they don’t talk about how nice it feels when the tips of their tails seemed to intertwine with minds of their own. The colors of the sunsets always seemed to be unique, a symbol of the small adventures they always went on with the occasional help of Carnel's human. Even now the time spent apart felt to stretch far too long, and today he wants to voice his feelings in a way he can trust himself to not mess it up, -words can just be too hard sometimes. A distracted hiss left his fangs as he scoured his collection, the sun rays moving with time tugging their leash and encouraging him to keep note of the time he spent searching through each object of meaning, needing one that was as perfect as the day. Suddenly, a glint of red caught his eye lights and he isolated it from everything else, finding the perfect thing, excitedly grabbing it with a plan thrusted into his mind while he left to wait at their spot; moments now filled with such soul-fluttering anticipation he couldn’t pause to let doubt inject its venom into his thoughts. The item alone was possibly mate worthy, but he knew he could make it perfect it by braiding some string and combine it with the spare material he had, objects luckily not left behind despite in his scatterbrained thoughts fueled with purpose. As the lamia nearly buried himself into the green blades of grass growing throughout the forest floor he quickly he occupied himself with the daunting task at hand, trying to calm his shaking hands to make a straight stitching, adrenaline contradicting his need to be precise.

The wild-borne bitty sighed, grabbing the hand of the coral following him when he kept lagging behind with his much too cautious movements, ignoring how nice their phalanges felt entangled together like puzzle pieces, or the fact that he didn’t try to pull away.

“it’s not that much further, but if you keep being so slow the sun will have left before we get a chance to see it. you’re lucky i don’t just carry you.”

It was an empty threat, and neither of them would have actually minded if he had decided to do so, but they also knew he was right, timing things with the sun was always a fickle thing if one got as distracted as they did. Just as he said, it didn’t take them much longer to get to their destination, a small pond hidden away far from any path, so hidden in fact only an inhabitant of these woods would know how to come across it. Despite his claims of missing it, they arrived just in time to watch the changing of vibrant oranges, yellows, and pinks as the colors melted together like they were watching entertained paint strokes on canvas be infiltrated by spilt water. The scene melting away was reflected and framed by the shadows of overhanging tree branches, leaves giving the darkening border more character as fireflies begun flickering about. The air seemed to taste sweeter in those moments, hints of dream-like appeal noticeable in the air as if glitter in the dust, and as the sun set and the glassy water was splattered with awakening stars. It was enough to steal one's breath away, as the stars above tried to shine brighter than the disappearing sun, while the stars around them danced to an inaudible song, it was a rare moment where it felt as if nothing could go wrong. Amidst the forest ambience composed of the songs and gossip of hidden creatures, an indecisive voice took the moment for courage, taking advantage of how it seemed the forest let them in upon a secret that they now shared only amongst themselves.

“do ya… do ya think livin’ with ma ‘n i would be so bad? we can visit here every day if ya want, but we could make the journey together, ya know?”

The ambience seemed to grow ever more quiet, as if the weight of the spoken words were not only felt between the two lamias, a stone thrown amongst the pond that created powerful ripples through their surroundings. It was such a large thought, one so looming with a shadow so thick, to leave all he’s known his entire life, it intimidated him so much that not even the unspoken squeeze of their still connected hands could ground him enough to choose his words any differently. His eye lights pulled away from the enchanting scene in front of them and instead took in the rivaling coral next to him, the crimson eye lights catching their favorite rubies with a decision behind them.

“how bout this? the day we become mates is the day i’ll go home with you to your burrow. seems to me you’re just gonna have to suck it up and keep visiting me.”

The hesitancy was set in his words, yes, but it was but a mere weed hidden in the middle of a rosebush, overshadowed by the promise lacing his decision as if ice preserving a flower, and they both could see the blossoming bud connecting them. Soon they explored the edges of the pond, spending their time together as much as they could before they inevitably had to go back so the coral and his human could return to their home, but in the midst of that exploration he had found something.

Footsteps were audible in the distance, coming down his path with quickened steps, as if the owner was were fueled with excited adrenaline, and he knew exactly who they belonged to -it was a hidden fact he could tell her footfalls amongst all the others after good year and a half of visits to his neck of the woods. Ironically, it was only until he could see those pretty red rubies he's grown to love could he feel doubt sink its fangs into him, and he began to fret, fiddling with his phalanges. What if it turned out it wasn’t as perfect as he thought, what if the meaning had been forgotten or not as important to him? It was now that he could notice the small flaws to his stitching with the beginner level skills, and the strings he had hand woven holding it all in place wasn’t exactly the best to use as thread, but it wasn’t like he had much to work with. He hid it the crafted object into his coils while the human smiled at him as a usual greeting, but today she seemed to have a knowing expression etched into her face, (what did she know?), especially as she let Carnel slip off her arm and to his side. His soul thrummed between his ribs as he held up a hand to stop whatever the coral was going to stay and looked to the sky, his crafting had helped time pass by him like a babbling stream, the sun now nearly setting. Moments of confused silence was held between the three before the colors began to bleed out, a sight the two have stayed together to watch nearly every day, but the warmth of the sun held a tenderness this upcoming night that could only be rivaled with the softness in his eye lights. With a 'now or never' aura coming off of him he gazed fondly at his visitor’s face, a paradoxically nervous yet confident smile on display as he reached into his coils to hand over the gift with a bated breath.

The coral laughed, nearly doubled over as he watched his host’s poor balancing attempt fail in nearly slow motion, the pieces of shiny rocks, soft blankets, and small trinkets scattering themselves away from the exasperated lamia’s arms. The other probably wouldn't have admitted it, but the noise of his laughter seemed to have ebbed the other’s displeasure and instead he couldn’t stop the grin crossing his skull, -a huff leaving his mouth as he looked away to try and hide it.

“ya know, ya try to carry all this at once, see if ya will be laughin’ then! lucky i’m even showin ya any of my stuff.”

The words held a slight playfulness he could pick up on, even as he scoffed while he began cleaning up the mess, the thought of how honored the wild lamia actually was instead hidden by teasing as he helped gather everything. Especially teasing as he proceeded to show off how easily he balanced things on his arms and tail, light hearted smugness on his expression as he then chuckled as he carefully began moving with the objects, it wasn't as if he was trying to impress him of anything.

“i dunno, i still seem to be laughin’ here, ya sure yer not just clumsy?”

The hand-made satchel seemed to fit perfectly around the other’s torso, with a deceivingly spacious capacity thanks to a little magick, and a beautiful red gem stitched in to be used as the latch, a piece of carnelian pulled from some lost jewelry. The warmth of spring was against his bones again, making him flush, pride swelling within his marrow as the gift was examined with such a pleased expression. It was enough to give him that extra bit of courage that while the other was fawning over the handmade item, he finally spoke up with a hopeful brightness to his eye lights, the tip of their tails curling around each other. It was suddenly as if they were the only two souls in the woods at that moment, the forest around them seemed to grow silent with the anticipation of the words about to leave his mouth with hushed excitement, time seeming to slow as the moment was being burned into their story. Not a creature dared to make a sound, the breeze held the leaves silent, and the sunset began to grow dimmer until it seemed like the remaining light danced within the gem given to the one so rightfully named after it.

“will you be my mate?”

[penelopetheconartist]

Coral island hcs still rattling around in my bitty brain:

-Yuri hums when she thinks.

-Scott scratches his chin when he's thinking.

-Pablo makes weird lip noises when he thinks.

-Mark exhales HEAVILY when he's thinking.

-Rafael is a leg bouncer.

-Leah mumbles to herself when she thinks.

-Millie straight up has a whole conversation with herself.

-Luke sighs when he thinks.

-Suki thinks aloud but only says a word here and there and sighs ALOT.

-Suki's style of thinking drives Alice insane. Alice thinks quietly and zones out.