#majestic octopus

[materterrae]

[clownsuu]

mermaid asker here! love your art its a lot of fun to see and a huge inspo

im glad you liked my thoughts so heres octo robbie i love him

at first i was going to give him a "normal" skin color and then i was like. hey. hes NOT human. slap his regular colors on that bad boy.

hope you like it. i think robbie is great. please never stop drawing him (or do. im not in charge of you)

YOOOOOOOOOOO OCTO BB

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Say hi to OctoDon!!!

[merakiui]

Tbh after the Masquerade event, seeing Idia, Azul and Malleus together was so funny to me but what’s not funny now is that I want a threesome w Azul and Malleus, not much potential there but imagine the possibilities 👁️👁️

👀 the masquerade event fed us so well!!! Azul and Malleus threesome is so good to consider. I feel like Malleus would catch you and Azul kissing in the hallway after he noticed the two of you disappeared at some point during the masquerade, and maybe you invite him to join in because a lonely Tsunotarou is no good!!! And who is he to turn down a precious invitation from his favorite child of man? Malleus will kiss you all over while Azul takes you from behind. <3 Also consider a threesome with Rollo and Malleus, where they’re both sort of competing to see who can pleasure you better!! OTL or a threesome with the two touch-starved, maidenless nerds (Idia and Azul).

[glamorstyle]

The Majestic Vigor Shirt showcases an extraordinary design that seamlessly blends contemporary typography and the mesmerizing beauty of an octopus. With an intricate fusion of calligraffiti, this shirt truly captures the dynamic movement and raw power of the majestic creature.

[bunjywunjy]

Do you have any favorite examples of bizarre sexual dimorphism in nature?

sure do!

the blanket octopus is a wonderous creature. reaching about two meters in length, the females glide majestically through the tropical south seas, trailing two huge vibrant coattail cloaks of fused tentacle webbing behind them!

they use their brightly-colored cloak as an intimidation factor, tricking predator and prey alike into thinking that they're MUCH bigger than they actually are! look at this, would you mess with this?? I would not mess with this.

the males, on the other tentacle arm, are about an inch long.

*squeaky toy noise*

[femoso-seben]

mini witch headcanon

Konig x witch reader

You are one of five sister witches, born from the same demon raised by the same witch who grew up together. As the youngest you didn’t have a familiar, you had seen all the familiar your sisters have. A bear, wolf, hawk, and a black panther. All majestic but very… cold.

You wanted something a little more friendly and a little less demanding…. However, the gods have deemed fit you have rotten luck. You were gifted the most horrendously ugly octopus you have ever seen. Slimy and clingy. Your first thought it eat. Deep fry it, with some nice sauces. Then the little squirt transforms. You could no longer eat it. You tried throwing it back into the ocean but the little filthy thing kept coming back clinging to Your skin. Its favorite place to hang out was your chest its tentacles touching your face. You walked the lands keeping your familiar in your hat. When the witch hunt began…. having a massive behemoth of a man on your side was very useful. ----------------

Fic here

@milkywayhou

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Okay hear me out!

(I haven't done this in a while or posted at all in a while but I missed it here and work is sucking my soul out so I'm gonna try to be here more regularly🤞🏻)

The animals in the aquariam event can all be somewhat connected to the characters they were partnered with right?

1.) Lucifer - Orca

Majestic af - Sadistic bastards

2.) Mammon - Shark

Dangerous but also not as much of an asshole as they're made out to be

3.) Levi - Jellyfish

Jellyfish - remind me of LED lights

LED lights - remind me of gamer rooms

Gamer rooms- remind me of Levi

4.) Satan - Catshark

I mean....it's in the name.....

5.) Asmo - Dolphin

Cute but not as sweet as they're made out to be

6.) Beel - Octopus

7.) Belphie - Squid

• Looks kinda mean but actually pretty friendly & adorable to the people they become close with

• I don't know.... as a kid though I always thought of squids as the evil twin of the octopus? even though their generally bigger/rounder eyes make them look cuter

8.) Diavolo - Whale

9.) Barbatos- Oarfish

• Gentle Giants (any actual harm caused is less because of genuine malicious intent and more because they're just that powerful)

• Weird & Mysterious. Gives the vibe of being ancient. Possibly witnessed the birth of the universe. Probably recites prophecies in tongues.

9.) Simeon - Manta Ray

10.) Luke - Penguin

• Do other fish look at manta rays and think they're angels?

• Cute & Cuddly (boys. cute & cuddly.)

11.) Solomon - Polar Bear

The only mammal on the list that can actually live on land = the only human. White colour scheme. Looks friendly & approachable, can brutally murder you.

And here's the "Hear Me Out!" part:

12.) MC - Spotted Seal

• Mammal that can live on land but is most suited for swimming in the water = can live in the human world but functions at their highest potential in the Devildom

• MC canonically has big, puppy dog eyes

• MC canonically is objectively cute

• Kinda dopey on land = passes as an overall average human being in the human world.

• Hunts great in the sea = actually fucking built to survive in the Devildom and thrive there

• Additionally = the myth of selkies - creatures that can shapeshift between a seal & a human. There's been lot of canon evidence that MC is not fully human

[saikira999]

Friends! Now, you will see an ordinary octopus, in Its usual habitat, eating Its dinner.

This young individual is particularly shy. Therefore, Our majestic marine predator waited patiently for a long time for everyone to leave, before He finally grabbed His unfortunate prey with hunting grace - fried chicken, which He is leisurely eating now...

[blizz4rd1203]

The majestic mimic octopus

[risafeywritesdrarry]

Hello! I wonder if you have a HC about Draco's Patronus. I know a lot of Drarry fans think it'd be a stag because of Harry (which makes sense), but I'm torn between that and preferring he had a thing of his own. What thing, though?

If you pointed a gun to my head and I had to blurt something, I'd say a hippogriff because of their temperament (being proud and easily offended), and also because of his history with Buckbeak. We don't know the Buckbeak incident from an omniscient or Draco's perspective, but I do think he had an internal struggle about it that we don't know about.

My thoughts on that: I don't think Draco was trying to provoke Buckbeak in class. He was just being an idiot about Hagrid and wasn't paying attention to the lesson. I imagine he was okay with Buckbeak being killed if Buckbeak's execution hurt Hagrid. But I also think that he later felt remorse as he grew up for a majestic creature like that almost being killed due to his own stupidity, which would be difficult for him to admit to.

That headcanon about his character arc/growth reinforces my belief that his Patronus would be a hippogriff, since it'd be meaningful and unique, and I can picture a hippogriff trotting alongside a stag if I want to fit it into a Drarry lens. They might make an unlikely pair, but so do Harry and Draco. (Unlikely, but deeply meaningful.)

On the other hand, if I had to choose a nonmagical animal, I'd look towards the ocean and sea for animals that suit his nature or temperament. An octopus (being intelligent, inquisitive, and resourceful), or a manta ray, which is intelligent, and grand and majestic in its own right, while also being surprisingly nonviolent.

I'd pick the ocean and sea because I see Draco as largely being misunderstood, and deep waters represent the unknown. Draco may be an insufferable git as far as we know, but I think there's way more unknown about his personality and character than we realize because of the books' limited POV.

Trying to picture an octopus or manta ray through a Drarry lens is more difficult. But then I'd imagine Harry and Draco having a relationship conflict over exactly that, since others' Patronuses match. It'd be an opportunity for them to explore how genuine their love really is despite how it might look. They are like two completely unique/opposite animals themselves, and yet somehow it works.

That was probably more than you asked for. I've thought about it a lot, and probably overthought it. :) In my opinion, a stag is too on the nose and erases the uniqueness of his character, so I'm personally not convinced but can understand why people go with it.

[lowlydogs]

PROMPTS. (cod dudes and shenanigans)

Some weird amalgamation of prompts, drabbles, and headcanons all at the same idea. This threeway may not quite be the best idea. Varying from sfw, crack to nsft. Gender neutral.

> PETNAMES. (and pets.)

Ghost: Petnames are not his suit. Dear, darling, it's words that simply don't come out of his mouth. Likewise, not affected by pet names. It's not about the words that matter, but the cadence, the intent, the intonation. Distant and cold, or respectful and playful? You'll need to get a master's in Ghostology to discern those small, imperceptible changes. The slight pause before he drops a name, the loudness of his restrained voice, the most fickle of reserved affection.

His true weaknesses lie not in the words, but in how you speak them. Softly, gently call him "Simon" in the morning for the desired effect. (Blatant black cat who knocks over mugs. Could present him with the most luxurious bed and he'd be found sleeping in a moldy box. Looks utterly uninterested when given affection, but wait for you the entire day when you go to work)

Konig: This man. This man is a raving hopeless romantic and an obnoxious clinger. A severe case of "Baby's first serious relationship", he's launching all romcoms he watched onto you with the boasting energy of ten suns. For a long, long time, prior to meeting you, repression was a good antidote of his. In the face of failure, in losing things for devoting himself to his career, he jarred those fears and strode with silence.

With that gone, he comes to feel. And boy, does he feel. The man clumsily, enthusiastically, impulsively showers you in love. Schätzchen, Schnuki, and of course, Liebling. Would try to learn endearment from your native language if you’re foreign. Even amidst the honest blunders and overbearing presence he has, certainly, you won’t be in any short supply of loving talk around him.

However. You’ll need to learn some restraint around him. One simple endearment, even something stupid as bae, would have him explode on the spot. Buckling knees, gleaming eyes, near heart attack from dopamine hyperdose. Treat with caution. Lovingly. (Octopus. The big majestic sea beast with knack for vengeance, but deep down, in his most authentic self: A dumbo octopus. Would cling to you for hours on end with those big, dumb eyes looking at you reverently the entire time)

Roach: Would call you pookie. (Cockroach with a bow tie who somehow has an personality and follows you around) (I just love him, he deserves an entry)

> ALIENLOVERS.

It's a flying saucer! It's a green blob with sexy abs! For a game of switcheroo, this round, you're the monsterish, ghastly alien this time. Various scenarios toying with this idea, described below.

1. You are an alien. An alien who, out of all things, takes the shape of a broom. A simple broom with a wooden handle and a hay head.

You may not speak or harbor sentience in your form, but one thing could be certain: You're a smoking hot dreamboat. Ghost is suddenly very adamant about janitorial duties. Soap leans against you, tilting you against his shoulders, asking if you come around often. Konig sensually holds you down and lowly murmurs to you about the time he got beaten with a broom when he was a kid. The entire team that retrieved you can't help but bend a knee, and the only one spared of your charring good looks is Price.

In the tiny tinfoil hat that protected him from whatever mind herpes you seeped, he is very stressed and disturbed, trying to ensure no man-on-broom action happens on base. Crack, can nearly include everybody on the list. Potential crack smut.

2. You are an alien. You are big and grotesque, a pulsing form of lifeform assembled of veiny, thick tentacles, resembling the mythological werewolf- And, yeah, yep yep, you fuck.

Think you understood where this was going the second I dropped the word tentacles. A different scenario, where the team sent to retrieve you gets poached one by one, until there's only one man left standing.

Each different soldiers get a different last standing. [ Saucy content and Dubcon on forward. ]

Ghost would defy till the end, keep running till he's literally slammed down by the throat. All "last moments" bravado, spatting venom and clocking even his empty rifle, all unit; a tentacle ram down his throat. Heavy Dubcon, lots of fighting, blood kink and fuck-and-die situation. Eventually, it lasts for ends and Ghost's adrenaline fades: Orgasm torture sets in. Where Ghost wilts from an unshaken, respected serviceman to a convulsing, jolting, fucked out mess on the floor.

Konig on the other hand, similarly fights, but not to the sheer ferocity Ghost does. Mostly because he's shaken by the death of his crew, and the fact that he, a nearly 7 ft tall man, is held down like he's a frog. His stature had assured him the comfort of leverage, where any one-to-one scuffle leveraged to his favor. But now, even the simple act of turning his head and looking up at you is revoked.

He's chest-down against the floor, wrists bound behind his back by tentacles and so much more over him. He can't even breathe. The sheer futility, the complete constriction of his form. You can see where this goes. Heavy Dubcon, bondage, and potentially, oviposition/breeding. Potential tears and choking included.

Many more examples and characters would've been written (Keegan, Roach, etc), but for the sake of not stretching this section too long, I'll cut it here.

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It’s 2 in the morning and for now, have these thoughts that’s festering in my mind for a month. Would come back next morning to fix this up, since you could probably tell I wrote this sleep-deprived.

Except some of these tangents to be expanded into an actual full story someday, or get an electric boogaloo to this post where I explore other characters I missed instead.

Entirely feel free to hijack some ideas and write them: The only thing I'd ask is you to tag me so I may read them.

[catadromously]

I need to know more about the grumpy old man octopus - he sounds like my spirit animal.

“CJ” the Giant Pacific Octopus was born in a cranny in the Salish Sea as the presumable sole survivor of several thousand larvae. after somewhere around a year of carefree crabeating he crawled into a strange box and found himself abducted by aliens for a tour of Ambassadorial Duty.

CJ dwelt in a large tank on the main aquarium floor for about 6 months. during this time he developed a highly specialized routine that consisted of napping, napping, glaring at guests, and more napping. many aquarium octopus love looking at people, exploring their tank, and swimming around for exercise, but CJ loved cramming all 50 pounds of his intricately evolved mollusc body under a rock.

though I respected CJ’s lifestyle, I did often wish he’d come out more, because he sure cut a majestic figure. he was one of the biggest we’d had in a while, but few got to be duly impressed by his size and grace when he was most content as a collapsed glob with two lumpy eyeballs sticking out. one time, though, I watched him use two arms to rip the feeding stick out of the keeper’s hands and drag it into his man cave. he got bored with it in a matter of seconds and cast it out again.

he was released without incident and probably swam off grumbling, “Good riddance!”

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Lich-Queen, pt1

I stared down at my would-be fiancé, a smirk playing on my lips. "So, this is all the little butterfly has in him? How pitiful," I murmured, dragging my sword against his chest, tearing the fine silk of his shirt.

His eyes were bloodshot, rims red with tears. He trembled like a newborn calf, ripe for the eating. “Iraela,” he hissed. “You bitch. Someday, somewhere, someone will kill you.”

“Duke Tamaris,” I said, savouring the taste of his name. It was sour and hateful, like the bile that burst forth when I sunk my teeth into liver. “I was a bitch when I undid the embroidery in  Ramaeria's court dress. I think we've gone quite a bit further than that, don't you? I think I might even warrant being called a monster, or perhaps an eldritch horror. Do you mind redoing that scene again? I'll start: So, this is all the little butterfly has in him?”

When he did not respond, I snickered. “In any case, by the time I get my just deserts, you will be long dead. I will have consumed Ceredell, and all of its people. Everything and everyone you love will be lost to the eternal sleep.”

He met my gaze defiantly, biting his lip to keep from crying. I could smell the blood in his beating chest, and it excited me. “Of course,” I continued, dropping to my knees and straddling his chest, “I might let you live, if you swear fealty to me. I could always use a human manservant.” Idly, I traced his cheek with a claw.

Tamaris' weaselly face twisted into a grimace. “You piece of shit,” he snarled, jerking his head away from me. “I would rather die than bow to a necromancer like you.” He hawked up a bit of spit and tried to aim it at me. It missed entirely.

“I think you have misunderstood my meaning entirely,” I purred, running my claws down his throat, where his lifeblood pulsed. “You will be mine, whether you live or not. The only choice you have, and the last choice you will ever make, is if you wish to live under me, or undie under me.”

Understanding flashed through his eyes, and with it, despair. “You- So that's why…” He trailed off, suddenly uncertain.

I grinned at him, leaning forward, until our noses touched. “That's right, my lordling. Silly little Ram decided she'd rather throw herself and her husband into the void than watch her darling sister charm the world into submission,” I purred.

Tamaris managed a scoff. “You? Charm? A hairy octopus could be more charming,” he said. 

“I'm plenty charming,” I told him, affecting affront, “Why, if I carved someone's eyes out, they'd still smile at the sight of me! Besides, you were willing to marry me, you know. That took quite a bit of charming.”

He shook his head violently, as though waving the memories away. “You want me to serve as your… What? Slave? Bodyguard? Personal plaything? What do you want, Iraela?” Tamaris' face resumed its pout. 

He was rather cute like that, I thought idly. In another time, another world, perhaps I would have actually asked for his hand, rather than taking it straight off his wrist. “All three, perhaps,” I replied. “Or maybe not the bodyguard bit. You would make a terrible warrior, you know. Far too skinny and weak.”

“Give me a moment to think about it,” Tamaris said, a transparent ploy to bide for time. The man I loved would never bow to me, I thought wistfully. 

Ah, what did it matter? I had already won. I could indulge his fancies a tad. “Sure,” I murmured, sliding off his chest. “I give you until sundown, my dearest duke. Then you will be mine.”

I left him there, tied down and guarded by my revenants, and walked out to the window.

It was a dark and stormy night. 

Actually, that was wrong. A night that majestic deserved more than an old cliché. 

Dark clouds gathered across the sky like a pillow smothering a little child, rain like the gods' tears pelting the torn-up streets. It was pain. It was power.

It was a night to reign by.

I surveyed my new territory. Revenants and ghouls were busying up the courtyard, preparing it for my coronation. It was something out of a gothic teen's wet dream, all muted reds and blues, bruises on a lover's thigh.

A ghoul hobbled up to me, carrying a letter. “Lich-Queen,” he sqwaked, “The Spirit Empress responded. She wishes to come here, directly, and witness your coronation.”

My face lit up. “Well, tell her she's more than welcome to! The more, the merrier! And do make sure to procure some fresh meat for her, then. The rotting stuff just won't do for such prestigious company,” I told him. “Run off, Death-in-me, and be quick about it.”

Death-in-me made a vague approximation of a salute, and leaped off the roof to do my bidding. I watched him go, and began my slow glide to the main gate.

I had stolen some noblewoman's court dress, a stiff-necked thing with a high, webbed collar. It was resplendent with black pearls and purple embroidery. I had made sure to compliment her corpse on her wonderful taste after reanimating her.

My coronation would be a thing of legend. Already, the whole of Ceredell had fallen to me. My silly elder sister, prophetic oracle that she was, had thought to halt my rise to the throne by splintering Ceredell, fracturing the kingdom into little city-states, but it had done nothing but speed my progress up.

I paused at the stairs, wondering if she had known I would be the one to betray her. Had she known the whole time, whilst she held me to her bosom, smiled that gentle smile? Had she known that even her last-ditch attempt to save the country would fail so spectacularly? A grim thought struck me. Had her suicide been nothing but a smokescreen, to hide her true plan for stopping my reign?

I would not put it past her. Ram was smart, for all that she looked dreamy and lost in another world. I had not thought she would be the sort to falter on her final shot. There had to be something up her sleeve. 

I shook my head to clear the thoughts, and strode down the stairs. My Void-touched sister's ghost would not be allowed to haunt my coronation. It was going to be perfect, everything I had dreamed of as a lost girl running through the woods, as the young woman overshadowed by her soothsaying sister, as the budding necromancer who finally had the means to greatness.

[merakiui]

another octavinelle in captivity concept, but consider (rather than a research lab) merfolk are something of an entertainment for humans and are captured and sold to aquarium parks.

there hasn't been enough research on them to determine whether or not this is humane and ethical and whether or not merfolk function on the same level of intelligence as humans do. but then there are ways to skirt around suspicions and questions, covering up dubious morals and ethics with all sorts of convoluted legalese and happy diversions. besides, merfolk are so novel and exciting. so many people are eager to see them in their tanks, performing all manner of fun tricks for the public, so the flashiness of something new does well to cover up the mounting dread that this isn't right.

there are three merfolk in captivity at your local aquarium. two eel mermen, twin brothers, and an octopus merman. they're so fascinating. no one's ever seen anything like them before. one of the twins is far more playful; he's a fan favorite. audiences are astounded by his agility, his ability to perform amazing tricks as he weaves through obstacles, jumps up out of the water like a majestic dolphin, catches fish midair, and seems to have such friendly, outgoing relations with his trainers. he even lets kids pat him on the head when they're randomly selected from the audience to get close to him. as scary and strong as he may seem, he is quite the gentle sweetheart.

the other twin is much more reserved and quiet, but he knows how to entertain. he's sly and sneaky, swiping things from the trainers and then making them disappear before the audience's eyes with skillful sleight of hand. children adore him. tiny hands press against the glass beneath the main event area, where people can watch them swim at deeper depths. both eels love amusing the children, swimming in circles, pressing their hands to the glass in greeting, waving and clicking with big, toothy smiles. it's very endearing. they even pose for photographs!

and then there's the octopus.

he's had...incidents and so he isn't kept in the spotlight anymore. they isolate him from curious eyes. he isn't very friendly. rather, he's excessively gloomy and defensive. he's kept in a pool for the ill. you tend to him, doing your best to provide stimulation. he's so smart, but you're not allowed to tell anyone that or else ethics will be brought into question. you slip him cube puzzles and other curiosities, and for a while he seems pleased. it took many months for him to be comfortable around humans after his last incident, and now it seems like he genuinely trusts you. you sit poolside and chat with him for hours, and he responds with his clicks and chirps. you wish he wasn't kept in captivity like this. it doesn't seem fair. he's missing out on so much life in the wide, vast ocean beyond this cramped enclosure.

you know you should feel happy when you see him every morning, noting how brightly he lights up when he sees you enter his enclosure, but you can't help the sadness that strikes through your heart. it's not fair. he and the eels shouldn't be put on display. their home is in the ocean. they deserve freedom.

wild animals will always be wild animals, for they can never be tamed no matter how much you might delude yourself into thinking so.

so it's horrifying when the eel twins tug their trainers into the pool, bloodying their maws and the water before an audience of once-awestruck people, reminding everyone that, no matter how sweet and friendly they may seem, they are predators from the deep who can tear a human to shreds within mere seconds. it's just as horrifying when the octopus is wrapping his tentacles around your ankles and wrists, clicking frantically at you, face flushed blue and desperate as he tries to pull you into his pool.

you're not killed, but maybe that would have been better than having to endure the poor octopus's clumsy, possessive attempt to mate with you.

the pool for the ill gets two more visitors, and the eel twins are pleased to see you again, flashing big, broad smiles and clicking with excitement. you've stopped visiting and training with them ever since you were transferred to the octopus, so they had to take matters into their own claws and find a way to meet you again.

merfolk are not a novelty to be captured and placed on display. the aquarium park learns this the hard way, and so do you when they refuse to give you up to the humans.

[kikker-oma]

I dreamed of a octopus horse.

It looked so wierd it woke me up. But.

Half up the horse was... a horse, normal aah looking horse, but half down? All his legs and were a fotoshoped image of a octopus. But not like a mermaid that only the two back legs were tentacles. No. If we separate a standing regular horse in up and down, the whole down was tentacles. It was so wierd. Not a trntacle by leg, just... a mass of tentacles where the belly&legs should be. Wierd af. Have a good day!

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Ok this created such a visceral image in my brain hahaha, I completely understand why this woke you up🤣🤣

How terrifyingly majestic? I kinda wish this was real now, I wanna see it