#you FOOLS the tentacles are wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!

[ramshacklerumble]

can I see an ashi and gigi interaction <//3 look she even has an emote 🌺

KIDDING!!!!!! BUT HI I WANT MORE GIGI CONTENT 🫶 really curious about 🦐🦑🍄 octotrio? this is my attempt at more unagi crumbs BUT!!! I AM GEN CURIOUS ABOUT OCTO INTERACTIONS 🫣 don’t think I’ve seen gigi interact w the other two ssssso 👁️👁️

in a nutshell?

if these three carked it right in front of them, gia would at long last repent and hole up in a nunnery like the good lord intended.

jk. (kinda)

on paper, gia is the octotrio’s personal henchboy as payment for a “favor” floyd does them a little prior/early into the events of book 5. (currently working on a one-shot that goes into this) originally gia’s tenure under the mostro lounge was only meant to be for a few weeks, but it’s made readily apparent once the octotrio finds use in something they are not about to let it slip through their fingers.

so begins the trio's pattern of finding even the smallest infractions on gia’s part as cause to extend their servitude under them. this is, understandably, why there's little love lost between them. i’d say gia prays for the trio’s downfall, but gia isn’t religious and far too proactive to wait around for that to happen.

they’ve made it their personal mission not to leave nrc until octavinelle is burning at their feet.

…

in reality, gia’s relationship with the octotrio is quite complicated.

they’ve been an absolute pain in the neck in every single encounter, but it doesn’t take gia long to realize the octotrio is their speedrun towards getting some REAL power in their hands. proud and hard-working they may be, gia is ultimately a pragmatist at heart.

though a bit of a showman, azul IS an undeniably powerful mage with many a tentacle in many a pie. the twins are nothing to sneeze at either.

as much as gia hates their guts, these three are their chance to make it not only to graduation but to actually make something of themself when staying at night raven is no longer an option.

and that’s not even getting into the growing familiarity between gia and the trio steadily murking the waters…

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🦑 AZUL ASHENGROTTO: (tagging @thehollowwriter since you also sent an ask for azul)

perhaps the most subtle dynamic of the three (making it the hardest to explain) gia's view of azul can be largely inferred by their joke-title for him: boss.

if azul wants something done, then gia gets it done. gia proves themself an incredibly adept asset to azul and it's why azul pulls whatever strings he can to keep them under his thumb.

that said, while gia puts up with much of azul's overworking and respects they are indebted to the trio by not putting up much of a fuss-- azul is aware he occasionally has to sweeten the pot if he wants to keep it that way.

he'd be a fool to forget this was the same person who got all his original contracts turned to dust. and besides: what good, gracious employer doesn't reward his employees for their hard work?

so azul doesn't mind giving gia access to a few of his private merchandise channels, maybe even some of his more advanced grimoires and alchemy notes, etc.

this dynamic remains largely unchanged for a while, though if one were to squint they might catch a degree of casualness peppering their interactions over time. they indulge in subtle sniping-- even minor trolling-- namely from gia who finds azul an easy target.

they are not fully aware of how things have changed until @cyanide-latte's chrysanthos shroud makes quite a bitter impression on them both. in a low moment surprising even azul, he admits to gia that shroud makes him feel inadequate as a housewarden-- made worse by the fact azul knows it isn't shroud's intention. shroud, in his own way, truly embodies the spirit of benevolence an octavinelle housewarden should be and it's something azul wonders he'll ever be able to do himself. (you can read more on this in cy's post: here!)

gia, in an attempt to give azul the peace of mind that they won't try to use this moment of weakness against him (and bolstered by the knowledge this could come in as blackmail should he think to use what they're about to tell him), shares a bit of their own worries shroud managed to jar loose.

working for the trio is hard, however, it's also been the path that's given gia the most opportunities. but, with the trio being a year ahead of them, gia is well aware their time with them is limited. they can’t help but mull over what is to become of them when the trio leave for their senior internships. gia will likely never see them again and likely be nothing more than a footnote from the trio’s school lives. a strange, magicless weirdo from another dimension, wasn’t that a fun little story?

gia’s probably going to have a lot of free time as a junior and who knows how they plan to go about senior year, frankly, they’re a bit at a loss with themself…

anyway. if it weren't for azul """kindly""" giving them the chance to gain what they DO have by working for him (or whatever), they'd probably be even more lost than they are now. he's a pain and a half, but he's probably not the worst housewarden in octavinelle history.

at this, azul reminds gia he's made his plans to branch out the mostro lounge to the public quite clear. gia wouldn’t be bound to them anymore, but it'd be a shame to let their experience at the school's location go to waste, wouldn't it?

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🍄 - JADE LEECH

gia's relationship with jade is probably the strangest because despite jade being the one that wigs gia out the most, he is also the one gia openly gets along with the best.

fun fact: gia opened up their own club. the biking club. they are the only person in said club because, for some reason or another, they reject anyone who tries to get in. it might have to do with the fact the reason the club exists is because they needed an excuse to have a bike on school grounds they are allowed to ride anywhere unquestioned-- such as for personal errands or scavenging for potion ingredients. this includes up in the mountains.

y'know who else is often in the mountains..?

because of this little coinkidink, jade found a very weak and fevered gia struggling to get off the ground because they'd stupidly decided to go out foraging while sick. and of course, what good, gracious vice-housewarden of octavinelle wouldn't lend a hand to a poor, unfortunate underclassman in need despite their fervent protests? they're obviously, deliriously ill and are unaware of what's best for them…

indebted to jade on top of the octotrio as a whole, gia lost what little personal time they had as president of their own one-man club. now the biking club is (semi-officially) affiliated with his mountain lovers' club-- meaning gia accompanies him whenever he goes and bikes him around trails whenever he feels like it.

in theory, being alone up a mountain with jade leech should be terrifying, but gia sincerely enjoys these outings. jade is not only incredibly well-versed in mountain flora but a skilled potionologist in his own right.

honestly, it’s not bad.

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BONUS:

BONUS BONUS:

they're friends :)

@inmateofthemind @simons-twsted-children @tixdixl @jovieinramshackle @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk (lemme know if anyone wants to be included in tags)

[byunpum]

Hiiiiiiiiii! Can I make a funny T'su'tey request?

Im sure you know the lilo and stitch meme?

the idea is after neytiri and jake mate and become the Tashik and Olo'eyktan, tsu'tey has the freedom to pick a mate, but struggles to find genuine love. So he pleads to ewya for a mate who is "calm, sweet, kind, gentle, soft". But instead ewya gives him the exact opposite XD.

Pair: Tsu'tey x Human reader (why not <3)

Warning: None, tsu'tey being cute. Reader being a brat.

AVATAR MASTERLIST 

"Eywa…it is me again" says tsu'tey as he sits in the spirit tree. Sitting praying with all his heart. "I know I have asked this many times…but could you send me a being who loves me, someone who is kind. The best person you have…someone who will stay with me and not run away from me" says tsu'tey. After all this time, he was pretty sure he was ready to find his ideal partner. When he was younger, he used to be more relaxed about it, even falling in love with sylwanin. After that terrible event at grace's school, tsu'tey's whole life changed. He had now lost the love of his life and had to marry the younger sister of his now deceased beloved.

When jake came to the clan, it was also a big change for him. His whole world changed, and many bad things happened, but also some good things happened in that period. He no longer had to be with neytiri, not that he didn't like her…but they were like siblings. He felt more comfortable now that he knew she had her mate, and he was free. A year had passed since the confrontations with the people in the sky, and he felt it was time to start again. But everything seems to be going against him. No na'vi woman is fulfilling her standards…they're all wonderful. Amazing to be honest…but with none of them he feels that connection that he is supposed to feel when he sees her and knows that she is the one. He used to go pray to eywa to help him and light the way. He knew he was fooling himself, because she didn't work that way…but he had to try. Jake Sully had told him that Eywa had helped him and listened to him that time, why wouldn't she help a member of pure sage like him?

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes in surrender, he felt stupid. Very stupid… sitting down for the fourth time this week. "this is useless" tsu'tey thinks to himself, as he gets up from the ground. And disconnects himself from one of the tree's tentacles. Wiping his knees a little with his hands, he suppers and grunts with disapproval. Maybe he had to resign himself to the fact that he would never find his ideal mate…he would be alone for eternity. Tsu'tey didn't usually show his sensitive side with anyone, but this was affecting him a lot. Seeing the couples together….damn it, was mating season and he was alone. He starts to leave the tree and begin his walk home, again he was going alone to his hut. Walking slowly, lost in his thoughts. He was so immersed in his own being, that he barely heard the strange noises coming from above him.

It wasn't until he heard a loud noise that he stopped in his tracks and looked up. Out of nowhere and as if it was something sent from the sky. He saw a girl fall from a branch. How the hell did she get there? He doesn't know. And why is she here? He was going to find out. The girl fell very hard to the ground, and started moaning. "Shit…that!!! That hurt!!!" you speak, as you get up from the ground sitting on the wet jungle floor. You hadn't noticed tsu'tey's presence, so you were no stranger to being surrounded by tall blue men. So you are still very distracted by your punch, while the man is looking at you with wide eyes. This had taken him by surprise, he just stayed still watching you settle in and moan. You look up, making eye contact with him. "And you don't plan to help?" you speak, sounding rather haughty, how could you be so spoiled if you didn't even know each other. Tsu'tey says nothing and continues to stare at you quietly. "Aren't you going to talk? Ashhh hey YOU BLUE MONKEY HELP ME GET UP, I CAN'T FEEL MY BUTT" You yell, making gestures with your hands. Tsu'tey was in a state of shock, he knew humans were nasty, but you were on another level. No one in his entire life had ever spoken to him like that.

"Did you just call me blue monkey?" tsu'tey repeats what you just said, making sure he heard right. "Yes…blue monkey, are you deaf? With those big ears I doubt it" you speak, as you get up from the ground. You looked sore, your legs were shaking, the fall had been very hard and high. So your body wobbles a little, just as you were about to fall back to the ground. You feel a big hand holding you by your forearm. Tsu'tey holds you in place, observing you and analyzing the figure in front of him. You were a woman, you seemed to be almost his age. But you did not look like the other women he had seen in the human camp. Your hair was messy, your clothes were light, revealing more skin. And you had a few scratches across your face and arms. Where had you gone? "My name is Tsu'tey…nice to meet you" speaks tsu'tey, he had manners..so he was going to introduce himself properly. You feel him slowly let go of you as you regain your balance. "mmm your name is ugly" you speak, looking at him again as you had a cheeky grin on your face.

"Have you no manners or what?" tsu'tey sounds annoyed, moving a little away from you. You laugh, you knew you were teasing him and you really didn't care. "Yes…yes I do. But it's boring" you speak, as you start looking for something on the floor. "My name is Y/N" you speak, ignoring as tsu'tey approaches you again. I was analyzing you carefully, I had never seen you before, and if you were one of those bad humans? They were all supposed to be gone, so who were you. Tsu'tey kneels down to get closer, while he sees you still looking for whatever it is on the ground. He was getting so close, he's barely 1 foot away from you. "could you give me space… you strange thing" you speak, nudging him by his shoulder causing tsu'tey to come down from the clouds. And he will be back to his senses. "Who are you? I have never seen you before?" he speaks, you turn to look at him. He had his face to one side and his ears twitched with curiosity.

"You're not one of the bad guys, are you?" you look at tsu'tey, and laugh out loud. This one looks somewhat confused, and waits for you to respond. "No silly…" you speak up, ignoring him again. "But I've never seen you in that thing that calls it a lab" tsu'tey had to know who you were.

"I am the systems manager…I am not a scientist" you speak. Tsu'tey only understands half of what you just said, so she waits for you to explain more clearly. "Systems?" tsu'tey asks.

"Yeah…systems, these things (you touch the oxygen mask) and computers. Nothing special, I'm just trapped on this planet" you speak, now looking at the man in front of you. "Trapped? You wanted to go back to your homeland?" tsu'tey looked like a little boy, he didn't know why he was so curious about you. You were a damn home destroying human, why did he have to ask you all these things.

You sit on the floor, exhausted. You couldn't find your monitor, your back hurt and you were tired. "I can't go back…so I stayed here" you say, while trying to give yourself a self-massage on your back. "You are bad…and that's why you can't go back?" tsu'tey now copies your previous movements and sits on the floor. A few feet away from you. " Well if stealing 3 Walmart gift cards is being bad..well yes" you speak up. … … … "What is Walm?" tsu'tey was about to start talking, but you make a signal for silence. "Forgotten… I don't say anything. I have no one to wait for me back on earth. So I decided to stay here to help the team" you speak. "But you don't like the na'vi?" speaks tsu'tey.

"My area is technology…not wildlife" you speak, tsu'tey stands up straight. Aouch that had hurt him. He can see that you are still in some discomfort, because you begin to make a few pained noises." And what were you doing up there?" asks tsu'tey, as he sees your eyes move upwards. "I wanted to look for a signal…I wanted to see some videos of me…of my brothers" you speak, he can notice the sadness in your voice. He had no idea what the 'videos' were but he guessed it was something important. "I'm sorry" tsu'tey says, causing you to look up and look into his eyes. You had very pretty eyes, he sees you chuckle a little. And you look down again, now looking at the ground.

There was something about you that attracted his attention, if he felt lost. You looked, and he could sense that you were lost. Like you weren't quite right, for some reason he was worrying about you. And only 15 minutes ago he had met you. The silence was noticeable, you both just lay there…keeping each other company. It wasn't until a seed from the spirit tree slowly approached your body. Tsu'tey noticed their presence and followed the seed with his eyes. Watching as the creature moved from side to side, slowly falling towards your bare knee. It stares at you as you look at it, somewhat surprised but calm. He was about to speak until …..

slaps

"Are you crazy?" shouts tsu'tey lifting your hand from the seed. You had crushed it, you almost broke it. "that was going to sting me!!!" you shout too, watching as he takes your hand and lifts it carefully. Watching as the seed floats back up and flies towards your nose. Tapping it, you bring your free hand to your nose to touch it. "What is that?" you are still surprised. You've never seen anything like this before…you never used to leave the areas you were allowed to. "It is a seed from the spirit tree…they are part of eywa" says tsu'tey seriously. You had heard something about this tree and this eywa. "And it was going to sting me? Those things itch" you begin to speak, tsu'tey still holding your hand. "It won't sting you…eywa doesn't hurt. She wants to communicate" says tsu'tey.

"Well I don't want anything from her…besides I think I was going to get itched" you speak, crossing your arms. Tsu'tey snorts a little, ahhh you were unbearable. "Well…help me get back to the human zone. I have no idea where I am" you speak. Tsu'tey takes a deep breath and gets up from the ground. "Come…I will guide you" he speaks. Watching as you quickly get up jumping up and down in happiness. But you stop, and hold your back. You seemed to be in pain. You both set off to where the village was, the human area was not far from the village. So the direction was the same. Tsu'tey couldn't help but notice how your posture changed every 2 minutes the more you kept walking. "Are you in pain?" speaks tsu'tey. "A little…well a lot" you speak while touching your back.

"I know someone who might be able to help with that. Sure, if you want?" tsu'tey gives you a look, hoping for an answer. He hears you sigh. "It's okay" you speak, you had no choice…in the lab there wasn't much equipment to soothe the pain you were feeling. And you had heard that Navi medicine was very good, so you accepted the help. It wasn't long before you arrived at the navi village, and as you entered you noticed how everyone started to look at you. You were not a familiar face, to be honest it was the first time you were in the village. You had never been there before.

You had come to pandora 2 years before the altercations, and you were from grace's technical support team. You were basically grace's baby, and she loved you so much. You became close friends with Jake and supported your team's cause. You had stayed at the base with max, providing support from the inside. When the humans were returned to earth, you stayed. You had no one to wait for you at home…you were alone. And now you only had your team left, because you had also lost grace. You were never interested in what the Navi were doing, you knew some things. But you weren't aware of everything, like max, norm and jake. But now…everything was new to you. You see how several Navi kids come up to you and touch your clothes. And they laugh. "Hello" you speak, in a low voice. As you followed the annoying navi man who was going to help you. "There it is" says tsu'tey. Pointing to a hut, you could see it was quite crowded.

You both approach the hut, and enter. It was dark, but cozy. And it had a great aroma of medicinal herbs. It wasn't annoying, it was calming. Mo'at looks up as she sees tsu'tey enter, she was going to greet him but is surprised to see who accompanied him. A human with tsu'tey? Something was going on. "Mo'at…we need your help" tsu'tey speaks. Making a sign to you to come closer, you had been standing in the door frame waiting. You were a little scared, everything was new to you. You approach, and feel tsu'tey's hand holding your head. "She fell out of a tree, now her back hurts a lot" says the man, moving you a little to get closer to the woman. You laugh widely, while mo'at grabs your arm to get closer to her. "And what were you doing in a tree….girl what's wrong with you" says mo'at turning you over to examine what you had, pulling up your shirt. "My whole back hurts" you speak, but let out a groan. When mo'at touches the large bruise on your back. "Here it is…look" mo'at says, as you watch tsu'tey reach over to look at your back.

You move and pull down your shirt. "You pervert!!!" you yell a little, mo'at had pulled your shirt way up. You were dying of embarrassment and now he was going to see you up close. Or not…not that. "What's wrong with you…come HERE" mo'at says, grabbing your arm making you sit up. You were small, so it was easy to handle you. Tsu'tey sits in one of the corners of the hut, watching mo'at heal you and take care of you. He laughs a little, watching you fidget and complain about everything. He even watches as mo'at taps you on the head. You were chaos, but chaos that captivated him. After a while, mo'at ordered you to lie down, on one of the mats she had. You had to wait for the paste to dry, plus it wouldn't hurt to relax a little. So she lays you on your stomach, and you close your eyes.

Mo'at approaches tsu'tey, who is still staring at everything with fascination. "That girl…that's a mess" says mo'at in a mocking tone. "eywa…she touched that girl" says tsu'tey while still looking at your figure. Mo'at falls down for a moment, and turns to talk to the boy. "I know…I could feel it. And it has to do with you" says the woman, tsu'tey looks at mo'at in surprise. "With me?" asks tsu'tey, what did he have to do with you, he was just helping you. "mmmm yes….eywa gave you what you were asking for, that's what I could interpret" says mo'at, as he sees tsu'tey's eyes widen. "What's wrong with you?" mo'at is getting worried, tsu'tey was in a state of shock. What did mo'at just say? Eywa sent him…no no no no.

"Mo'at…I asked for a mate" says tsu'tey. Mo'at is surprised and gives him a look at the lying figure of Y/N. "I don't know what to tell you son…I don't know" mo'at doesn't know what to tell him or do, this is very strange. Even for her.

Night came quickly, and tsu'tey decided to stay and watch over you. He could not ignore what mo'at had told him. How could it be possible? Was it possible? He sees you start to get up, sitting up a little on the mat. You were going to touch your eyes, but you bump into the oxygen mask. "shit" you speak softly, as you listen and watch as tsu'tey sits down next to you. "That word I've heard so much these past few years" tsu'tey says in a mocking tone of voice. You roll your eyes, and decide to ignore him. "Feeling better?" asks the man, you turn so you can answer. And you can see how he was sitting. His feet were crossed, his hands were holding his feet nervously, and his tail was wagging from side to side. He looked adorable. "Yes…thank you" you speak, shifting your gaze quickly.

There was a small silence, until he began to speak. "Mo'at… she told me that the seeds of the spititus tree had chosen you" Tsutey says.

"To sting me? Yes" you speak, Tsu'tey sighs, laughs a little. "No…she chose you to" tsu'tey pauses, waiting for you to make a move. He can see, as you look at him slowly. "For what?" you ask. He takes your hand, and gives it a squeeze. You stiffen slightly, and look straight into his eyes. They were bright yellow. "For me." You move your hand, so that tsu'tey releases it. And you move away a little, moving hurts your back a little. So you stop, and tsu'tey tries to help me. "Easy…I" tsu'tey starts to speak, but he feels you push him away. "Don't touch me…you weird blue monkey" you yell a little.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you" tsu'tey says, moving a little away from you. Leaving you more room. He wasn't going to give up. Tsu'tey knew that eywa had chosen you for a reason, maybe you were the one who was going to help him find your ideal mate. "Yes…well you did, you idiot. And if you touch me again I'm going to poke your eye out with my own teeth" you threaten him a little, lying on your side with your back to him. He laughs a little, maybe it was you he had to find.

[heartfullofleeches]

What if kraken yan went on heat due to their brain being like " clownfish reader = good mate " and had to almost hold themself back due to siza difference 😭 or something bcus it'd be ROUGH for clownfish y/n

[suggestive under cut]

Those who claimed true love came without quarrel were fools.

All around, you were the perfect mate. A curious, charming little thing in need of protection only they could provide and a natural talent for preforming - a good laugh all they needed to brighten their spirits. Some of your best material came from doing as they should long ago and taking you into their loving tendrils. How absolute adorable you look when trying to swim away while they're resting. You thinking you could ever get away was the most hilarious joke they ever heard. If there was anything issue in your relationship, it would have to be what they loved about you most.

Your size.

No bigger than a sailboat they're capable of swallowing whole, it's safe to say the act of consecrating your mateship would have great tax on you. While caught in the heat of your performances or fast sleep, your mate took the liberty of measuring themselves to your smaller stature to keep the lengths of their depravity unknown to your fragile mind. You're still getting used to having a partner which they get, and would hate to sour your budding relationship with their perverse needs. An ideal proven troublesome by the change of season.

Truthfully, you were too good of a mate for them. Your size left wonderful things to the imagination. Their claws being an faultless fit for your frame heightened those thoughts tenfold. Nestled in the palm of their hand as they prepped you with their fingers and tongue which you could surely take, the fantasy dashed upon remembrance you probably do well going further.

Still the imagery kept them mostly sedated until the terrible heat that plagues them began. Even now with you cradled in their tendrils angelic as can be all they wanted to do was drag you from that innocence and claim what's theirs. You stir in your sleep, expression slowly distorted by discomfort. It isn't long before you wake up.

"My love... What troubles you?"

You roll your cheek against the tentacle closes to your face which makes their ancient heart quake. "There's.. something between tooth. I tried to get it out earlier, but I couldn't."

"Poor thing. Let me see if I can help."

The kraken carries you into the crook of its humanoid arm, prying your lips open and examining your mouth for the cause of your pain. There's a fish bone stuck between your front teeth. It takes everything for them to not burst out in tears of laughter. Cautiously, they use the point of their claws to wedge the bone free. Your body noticeably relaxes once its out, lips closed around their large fingers and tail extended down the length of their arm. Could you be more adorable?

"Is that better for you, dearest?"

You nod, head dipped low too preoccupied by fatigue and their finger weighting your tongue to do much else. The suction of your mouth is almost too much to bare in their current position. Testing the waters, your mate inserts another finger into your mouth. The two alone fill the cavity with little room to spare, tightness mirroring some of their more twisted fantasies of stuffing you full elsewhere. Your reflex kicks in as they reach too far back, and while that excites them further they know they've had their fun. The kraken pulls their fingers from your mouth and wraps you back up in their tendrils - the only way you'd been able to sleep since your capture. Maybe someday they could figure out a safer way for you to become one. For your sake and theirs.

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

[sourtomatola]

Taking Candy for a Fool part 18

You woke up in the pitch darkness where you still felt the stickiness that cuddled you. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep, but after a couple months of staying in the factory overnight, your sleep schedule had been just awful.

“M-marionette? What time is it?” You asked sleepily, trying to shift out of the taffy glob you somehow slept soundly in.

There was no voice this time. You could just feel the shifting of the taffy, the thick warping substance starting to fluff and pull before the box was flooded with light. You gasped from the blinding light and was lifted into the floodlight. You looked down, but couldn’t see a conceivable shape in the candy mush below.

You were gently set on the floor. You looked around to see places of the room burned, but not everything was burned. Or from what you could tell by the charred black splotches that weren’t there before. Your glasses had gone missing still. You wondered how the fire was contained since you’ve never seen a smoke detector or sprinkler in your entire time spend in the factory.

“Marionet, can you help me find my glasses?” You asked them, glancing back at the blurry box to try and identify them. Their mask peeked out.

“Melty…” They muttered in a melodic tone. A slopping sound clued you in that they might have gotten warm from nearby fires. Since warm taffy melts, maybe they are having trouble moving. You were grateful they had protected you from that.

“Oh, I’m sorry…are you okay??” You frowned.

“Cooling…be fine…” They chimed.

Okay, so now you guess you have to find your glasses yourself. You turned to the doorway but stopped dead in your tracks as something dangled in your face.

You stared as you could see a blurry black and white looking vine holding an object that stayed in your face. You slowly and carefully took the item, and recognized it as your glasses.

You went to put them on, but the vine stopped you. “Out first.” A different, deep garbling voice said. The hair on the back of your neck bristled. You had a deep bad feeling you knew who you were facing right now. You didn’t dare to not follow their instructions, and you headed to the door

“T-thank you for my g-glasses…” You said nervously. You wondered if Nightmarionne hated to be viewed, and that’s why they only came out at night. As well as why they had the door slam down so they couldn’t be seen by the tourists. After seeing a big red splatter on said door, you knew what happened to the harvesters who collected the taffy.

As you stepped out the door, one of the tentacles came out and placed a small ball of taffy in your hand.

“Enjoy~” a small childish voice said.

Before you could ask or turn to look, the door slammed behind you, making you flinch before you put your glasses back on. You looked at the taffy in your hand. It reminded you to check the Sunnydrop’s and Moondrops to be sure they didn’t get broken or lost.

They were still safely in your pocket. You glanced at the taffy and put it in your mouth, deciding it would be better than risking it melting in your pocket without a wrapper.

As you chewed up the richly flavored candy in your mouth, you looked around the hallway.

A scorched trailed showed where Foxy had gone. Blackened peanuts also left scattered in the edges and corners. Bashed in wall’s that were surely chika and Mr. Cupcake’s work were crumbly at your feet. You swallowed, not knowing if the extra nutrition lasted very long, or if your friends would be in their right mind when they see you. You started to make your way to the tour area, trying to find an exit.

You instead found the common room where Eclipse had been on display. You flinched from seeing all of the candy beings standing around. They all looked to you, making you freeze in place.

Bonnie seemed to be dripping with molten fudge, Steam fuming off if the globs that fell from him. Foxy was still on fire, but it seemed his madness had subsided as he stood a distance form the other creature to prevent from hurting them. Burned peanuts still clattered to the ground under him though. Chika held her smaller cupcake friend who seemed to be asleep, as she sat on the floor, cramped in the high ceiling room.

 A chalky dextrose candy group of feminine clown faced beings stared at you, some more deformed with whips of brightly colored liquorice being shown as they flashed opened the candy-coated faceplates at you threateningly. One very tall liquorice rope covered creature hissed at you as he stood above all the beings there.

Your breath hitched as you felt like you were about to be devoured, but then, a gently familiar voice called though the crowd.

“Cry baby?”

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[writer-of-the-lamb]

narilamb oneshot - "anchordeep"

--this goober realising he fancies his ex-vessel--

Droplets clung to Narinder's robe sleeves as he cringed, trying to shake them off. Ankle-deep water sloshed around him in crystal clear splashes, the noise tiny in the shouts of battle. The lamb spun as he flung an axe toward a monster, nearby jellyfish fleeing from the kelp.

Narinder backed himself away, regretting the loss of his godly powers and how useful they would be here. The lamb could handle it, anyway. He'd taken out all of the bishops, this witness was nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

Ripples ran hypnotically along the water as the lamb ran, skilfully rolling away from blasts of angry fire. Orange light flicked across the water in a painting of glimmering danger. Narinder felt himself hold his breath as the monster shrieked as the lamb flung unholy tentacles toward it at the shake of his fist.

Narinder liked to believe he made this possible. He took this pathetic lamb from the floor he floated over and created a God. That anything this lamb could do, he could do originally. It was the crown, after all. A God is nothing without its talisman. But sometimes?

Sometimes Narinder would doubt the crown was even needed.

The lamb defied every assumption he had ever had. Every challenge he had leaped over, the lamb slashed through with a taunting yawn.

His mocking eyes always seemed to shine with a mirth soaked in pride - like his whole existence was a reminder of Narinder's failures.

At least, that's what Shamura had said. Upon indoctrination, they had sneered at the mundane behaviours he had picked up. "This was once your vessel, fool."

The lamb stabbed through a row of demons, grunting satisfied and ensuring a tiny speck of water hit Narinder's face, dragging his attention just enough for him to witness the lamb's smug grin.

Once his vessel.

Now his what?

The lamb approached the monster, bloodied and smiling like a madman. A maniac. A demon.

A God.

His God.

His wonderful, satanic, powerful God. His artwork painted with bones dipped in blood of heretics, his canvas of what was once innocent fleece now ragged and strong. His slaughtered sacrifice come back to bite him and bring him down the the level of soil and mud.

He should be humiliated. Angry. Enraged. Set on murder.

But he wasn't.

Damned be Shamura if they thought him weak, because standing behind the lamb now as he finished the monster with a final stroke of his sword was something that filled Narinder with the richest rush of pride.

The water ran crimson as the lamb approached him, eyebrows raised in an implied ask of, "So?"

Narinder watched droplets cling to his fleece, the red crown eerily watching him.

"You are...bewitching."

"You're not too bad yourself."

[maesterchill]

Fool for you

Harry Potter is the kind of person who surges into Draco's life in waves. Just last week, Draco was wondering if Potter'd fallen off the face of the Earth, and now here he is, entirely uninvited, entirely naked, in Draco's bedroom, and unashamedly rifling through the bedside drawers.

He hasn't yet noticed Draco standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and watching him, probably because he's found the third drawer down, and he's eagerly pawing through the contents. It's not like Draco's got a whole sex shop in there or anything, but he does like to keep certain items within arm's reach. 

But Potter, Potter's acting like he just found Aladdins cave, the way he's handling that tentacle dildo like it's the lost bloody sword of Honjō Masamune, oohing and ahhing over the simplest stuff, like the anal beads modelled on the Elder wand, and the Bertie Botts Every Flavour Lube, like it's not something you could easily buy from an owl-order ad in the back of Witch Weekly or any other trashy magazine.

Draco clears his throat; he's expecting Potter to jump, to swear and stammer in embarrassment, to apologise profusely.

Instead, Potter turns to him with his hands full of silicone, his cock at full mast, and a slightly maniacal grin on his face. "Can we?" he asks, his expression smug and dirty, like he already has a master plan, one that Draco couldn't possibly refuse. He seems to think he's got Draco wrapped around his—admittedly talented—little finger.

And honestly, Draco thinks as he catches the lube Potter’s just chucked at him, he’s completely correct. 

Inspired by the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Linger' (by The Cranberries). Dedicated to mo chara daor @tackytigerfic on their birthday.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi! I was wondering how the Clergy folk would react to someone who looks like a regular human, but something is… off. Basically, eldritch horror in disguise!

More specifically, who would immediately know that they’re not human (whether that be prior knowledge, vibes, or anything else), who wouldn’t know exactly what is going on but is off-put because everyone else is off-put, and who has no clue and is going to try and mess with them just to get thrown against the wall by a giant tentacle? Or anything else you see fit

Basically this is just an OC concept I got, and who knows, maybe I’ll make more content of them? Get them a design, all that. Also, they don’t necessarily have to be a romantic interest/a YN but do whatever you see fit!

Of course, you don’t have to answer this, and you don’t have to pick everyone (Though if you do decide to answer this, I would like to see Fank-E, Santi, Belo, and Krulu’s reactions for sure) but add anyone you see fit!

Thank you! I uh, I guess I’ll be spooky anon?

- Spooky Anon!!! 🕸️

Again, I'm not big on monster readers, and a decent portion of these guys have a preference for humans.

Those who'll sniff you out faster are:

Krulu just knows. There's no fooling him about this, ever. He's part of the species that made humans, and you aren't one.

Sybastian is a mimic. If there's someone good at sniffing out disguises, it's this guy. You won't fool him a mile away, but he appreciates the attention to detail.

Nebul, Gallon and Patches are keenly observant. They'll keep an eye on you because they can sense something's off but it takes a bit before they can confirm to themselves that you're not human.

Fank-e can tell in little time by reading certain signals organics possess. Maybe you have a body temperature that isn't standard in humans, or your breathing/blinking rate is inhuman, perhaps the way you move or your reflexes. He'll catch on very fast but won't let it show.

Belo is a celestial, and this type of being has worked closely with siadar since their roots, they've acquired a pretty good radar for fuckery. He'll know.

The others will take some more time to put two and two together, and since you are human-passing, you're going to get fucked with not just by the staff, but by clientele too probably.

The ones more likely to target you out in the open are:

Morell. You just look like an escaped piggy to him, he's going to try to snatch you up and drag you into the kitchen. It's almost reflexive, he sees you out the warehouse and gives chase like a raging bull.

Santi. Fresh meat, what can he say? He doesn't really care where you escaped from or if you're going to be passed around as a free-use toy, he wants a piece and he'll try to get his claws on you.

Vinnel will instantly try to pluck you from the air. You're easy prey and would make a great prop for his shows. Maybe a nice pincushion too. Finders keepers.

[frootyloopy]

Been in a bit of writing kick today!!

Sea creature Scar au by the wonderful @stiffyck who inspires me constantly!! Love sharing my thoughts with you king <33

Trigger warnings: body horror, emetophobia

It's been nearly five years, since he left them on that pathetic little island. The treasure wasn't what the tall tales had explained, it was a mix of fool's gold and scratched jewels. It looked so beautiful when he'd opened the lid of the box, but when he'd opened it again on the SS Flying Jellie miles from shore, distant shouting still faintly ringing in his ears, it'd be nearly empty. He didn't realize the true "treasure" that was in the box until weeks later. It started slowly, with his hair starting to fall out. It took only three months for the tentacles to start growing in. They started at his hairline, bulging under his skin. He thought he'd gone insane when they started to *move*. By the end of the year his hair was gone and replaced by a slimy writhing mass. He used their hats to hide it. Ironic really, considering he didn't even realize it was that horrible box that caused him to lose his hair until the gnawing regret that was eating him alive by abandoning them made his gaze linger for a little too long.

He spent weeks nauseous, spitting up blood that would turn black once it hit the deck and *bubble* as it dried. He didn't realize it stopped looking like blood until he'd spent a night drinking and had watched it cover his hands after leaving the shore too soon. That was the first night the rumors started, when he'd left the bar without a tip after someone had taken one of his hats off the pile as a joke. A tentacle slithered along his neck, normally hidden by the neat little stack, and had caught someone's attention. His boots were loud against the wooden pier, and his hands were raw from how he untied his ship by yanking on the knot until it gave. By year three his veins, once a dark dark blue, began to turn a sickly dark green. He realized that night that eventually, there will be nothing left of him. Not unless he stops the curse, or somehow is able to reverse it.

(His prayers whispered to the shrill night air have always felt unanswered. But they turned from unanswered to ignored.) His nightly prays began to sputter out after that. He knows only a god or deity could reverse what's been done, as only a god or deity could have *done* this in the first place. It becomes a mantra. He has to find them, he has to prove he is no longer heartless. That he has learned his lesson. Time ticks on slowly as he tries to grow prepared enough to look, but the amount of things he can find to do before that is growing slimmer and slimmer. The whispers at the back of his thoughts go ignored as he begins the trek, on the same date their own had began, four years after. There's something eating away at him, and his hands shake as he sails. His hands have always ached, but they've started to *burn* as he gets ever closer to the island. He doesn't know what he should expect, but he took off their hats and left them in long abandoned and neglected rooms. No one has been allowed to stay where they did, and he refuses to try. He boarded them up, at one point, but the nails would slowly pull out and be *placed* neatly in front of his door. He stopped trying after the third night it happened. His hair seems nervous, as his destination grows closer. No longer is it unruly and unmanageable, it seems almost *scared*. He doesn't want to think about why.

-

By the time he arrives, he's taken aback by the sheer *foliage*. The once barren island, with long snaking roots covering every shore and hiding in deep murky dark water, looks almost *pretty*. It's taken care of, and looks loved, in some strange way. It makes him uncomfortable. This isn't right, he must be at the wrong place. But the pier he once docked at is in the same place on his map, and the shores haven't changed, but they're *cleaner*. He hates it. He hates how nervous he is. He feels like the sea is rising inside of his torso and trying to pour out of his mouth. When he spits over the side of the hull, the taste of salt is undeniable. He goes through the long errands of docking, anchoring, and exiting his ship. His knees ache as he leaves his vessel and hit a long familiar uncaring wood.

[onmyo-jin]

For the fic meme: Pangzi & Hei Xiazi, pirate AU. Gen or romantic, idc. Will love you forever if you give one of them an (unnecessary) eyepatch :D (or if you don't feel like writing these two, then maybe some heihua?)

"Captain?"

"Wang Pangzi, my best First mate, what brings you here this fine evening?" The evening wasn't particularly fine, though the storm that has buffetted their sails all morning had finally passed over them. Wang Pangzi was of course not just the best, but also Captein Hei Xiazi's only first mate, though Pangzi wasn't about to point that out. The captain might get ideas, and appoint a Second First Mate or something equally daft.

Captain Hei Xiazi lowered the spy-glass from his one good eye, and faced Pangzi. Pangzi knew this was just the captain being polite, because with one eye he really only needed... hang on.

The Blind Captain was feared across the seven seas, though the name wasn't quite correct. He still had one good eye, having lost the other in some way. Depending on who told the story he'd lost that eye to a giant be-tentacled sea monster (according to the captain himself). Ship rumours had it he'd lost the eye when he won his famous sea battle, his one ship the Flower of the Sea versus one ship or possibly one whole fleet of the East India Trading company. The ladies in their various ports swore he'd lost the eye in a duel for his true love (though this lover's identity was unknown). Wang Pangzi personally suspected the Captain may have been born with a bad eye, because he never seemed to have had any other name than 'Hei Xiazi'. That's what Pangzi had thought up until some moments ago.

"Captain, wasn't your bad eye your left?" The question escaped him before he could think better of it. In the blood-red light of the post-storm sun Captain Xiazi blinked twice in confusion (with his left, apparently functional??, eye). Then he grinned his most worrying grin: the one that spelled bad news, the one that made ships surrender as soon as they saw the feared Blind Captain. The one that had graced his face that morning, as he'd sailed them into that blasted storm, because the Captain had pronounced the weather 'not hardly that bad, Pang-ye, don't fret so much'.

"Aye, so it is!" His captain answers, like Pangzi has asked if it's sunset. Then Hei Xiazi takes off his hat, rearranges his eye patch from his right eye (also functional??) to his left, puts his hat back on, and turns back to watching the sea. "What did you need me for?"

If his captain wishes to act like nothing happened, then who is Pangzi to argue? He'd like to keep his skin in one piece, thanks. "Err, I came to relieve you Captain- Cook says assumin' no more storms surprise her dinner'll be ready soon."

"Great!" The captain pronounced, and passed his spy glass to Pangzi, and with it the shift. Pangzi quickly snuck a look through the glass, but all seemed perfectly ordinary. "All this sea-staring makes a man hungry, huh?"

Pangzi couldn't help but wonder if that sea-staring might not be less hungry work without the eye-patch, but he's not fool enough to voice that to his captain.

Thank you for the request! I have not yet received any heihua requests so I may take you up on the second part as well 🌸 but I'll get some other requests filled first for now^^

Send me an ask with a pairing and an AU and I'll write you a ficlet!

[ghostwise]

kiss prompt!! 22. to distract 💗

The streets in Rivington are filled with refugees, merchants, and all the opportunity that follows when crowds of needy people congregate. Zirahuén watches them from afar. Their conversations, their laughter and sorrow, reach her as a persistent murmur.

Once she would have been down in the crowds herself, pickpocketing from the fullest purse. But that was decades ago.

Baldur’s Gate hasn’t changed.

She’s the one that’s different.

With a sigh, she closes the window to the noise outside.

In truth, she is unsettled. Coming back to the city after all these years rather feels like looking in a mirror and seeing a young and ragged thing, all freckles and bruises, grit and grime. A curse on her breath and a knife in hand, and one objective: survive.

It’s hard not to be reminded of that life. And she’s no fool to think she can’t easily return to it. That’s one thing she won’t do; act like that child is apart from her, disowning her twice, when nothing could be further from the truth.

There is so little that separates her from becoming so desperate and lost again. There is such little difference between her and the worst murderer, the lowliest thief.

What is she now, truly? A villain to some, hero to others.

She has to wonder.

Then the door opens, bringing a welcome interruption to her reverie.

“Gods preserve us,” Shadowheart says, striding in. “My poor, doomed love.”

“Shadowheart? What is it?” Zirahuén asks.

“I am afraid you are being summoned,” Shadowheart tells her, pity in her eyes as she finishes in dismal whisper, “to the circus.”

“Right. Hold, please. Run that by me again?”

A slow smile forms on her lips, as Shadowheart throws her arms around her shoulders and buries her face in her neck, all melodrama.

“Sweet Zirahuén! I’ll miss you!”

“No need, I assure you.”

“I will not love again! I swear it!”

“Oh, good!”

Shadowheart draws back and gives her a wide-eyed look, which lasts for only a second before they both break down in stifled laughter.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Zirahuén says, “but aren’t you going to the circus with us? What makes you think you’re any less doomed than I am?”

“Rude of you to ask,” Shadowheart says.

“What happened to ‘sweet’?”

“A little of both.” She smiles at her appraisingly. “Just how I like it.”

Funny that she says that. For a moment Zirahuén just marvels at her, and feels a little pang of we’re the same. And also, she knows we’re the same, and she likes it.

That mirror becomes easier to bear.

“Uh-huh,” she says finally. “Well, unfortunately for the circus, I am otherwise occupied and cannot attend.”

“And what so urgently demands your attention, hm-? Ah-! Nooo!”

She picks her up, and Shadowheart laughs, and the sound is more vibrant than all her weary thoughts.

All souls are the same in Death, made from the same type of thing. Had she died in an alley twenty years ago, or whether she dies tomorrow as a tentacled husk, what difference is it to Kelemvor?

What matters is what she does today.

Today she opts to take her lover into her arms, spin her around once and kiss her dimpled cheeks. She opts to be among friends and allies, and not give into hopelessness.

“It’s going to be really dreadful,” Shadowheart chuckles, and pulls a face. But even she, Zirahuén can tell, is tentatively excited.

“I certainly hope so,” Zirahuén says. “Let’s go.”

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 14th [Seungmin + Tentacles]

[9:56] It wasn’t the first time you’d heard it, that stunningly beautiful song that drifted on the breeze. The first time you were sailing by in the evening, almost crashing into the rocks and just barely coming to your senses in time. The song stopped so suddenly you just barely had enough time.

The next time you found yourself further away, sure you could hear the song on the breeze. Something deep in the pit of your stomach was pulling you towards it but you managed to steer away, moving out of earshot of the song. No matter how badly you wanted to hear it you knew it could only be bad news.

But tonight, as you walked along the rocky shore with the sun setting you heard it again. A beautiful melody from a gorgeous lilting voice carrying on the wind, as if it was specifically meant to find your ears. You couldn’t help yourself as you turned towards it, your feet carrying you in the direction of the voice that you just needed to be closer to.

You saw him in the moonlight, soft features illuminated as you got closer. Dark hair falling gently into his face, pretty lips moving along with his song, and a glint in his eye that was decidedly sinister. You were sure he saw you, he didn’t look right at you but he had to have noticed you before starting towards the willow tree grove, the long leaves swaying gently in the breeze. He was trying to make you follow him, he wanted you alone in those trees.

And like a fool you were following him.

The man. The creature slowed as the trees around you thickened. You got closer and closer with each step and you had to wonder what would happen now. Was he going to kill you? You weren’t sure why he would. Maybe he wasn’t human. Maybe he ate humans. Maybe you were his dinner. Maybe he simply killed humans for fun. Maybe he needed something from you that he couldn’t find any other way. 

Maybe your ship almost crashing was no mere accident.

All at once his song stopped. You stumbled a little in your steps, coming to a halt and staring at his back, his long cloak that had trailed along the ground behind him shifting. He threw a glance back over his shoulder, a grin on his lips and what you were sure were sharp teeth in his mouth. His eyes were a dark blood red and somehow it all just had you frozen to the spot.

“So willing,” he hummed. You said nothing. Was it better to accept your fate? If he was going to kill you would it do well to run? Maybe he would be uninterested if you gave him no reaction. You’d walked yourself into this mess so you supposed it was only to be expected, wasn’t it?

“Have you figured out why we’re here?” He toyed.

“Well, I suppose you’re planning to kill me.” You said plainly.

The creature started, twisting around so you could see him much more clearly. He looked almost stunned by your easy admission, or perhaps it was the calm with which you said it. 

“And yet you followed me.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Many people die doing something stupid that they shouldn’t have, don’t they?”

He simply blinked at you. Maybe you were taking all the fun out of this for him. If he really only killed for sport then he got very little out of prey that didn’t bother to run. Didn’t bother to scream. But if he lured you in here he already knew he could win, so what was the point in running. You might as well live out the moments calmly.

You hoped it didn’t hurt too much.

“Can you make it quick?” You asked.

“Qu-Quick?”

“Yes, I don’t really want to suffer much. So if you do it quickly it’ll be easier. Probably less messy too.”

“Why do you think I would care about that?” He asked, seeming almost shaken.

You shrugged. “You just seem the type.”

“I-” He took a step towards you and you remained in your spot. It was fascinating seeing the hunter not get his way. “You’re going to die. Aren’t you going to run? Scream for help?”

“You know these woods well, yes?”

“What does that have to do wit-”

“Do you?” You interrupted him and he looked offended.

“I do but-”

“Then you know that you’ve taken me somewhere where none of that matters.”

He opened his mouth to speak and promptly closed it again. He was starting to deflate just a little with each statement you uttered.

“Yes, well…”

“Why would I waste my time with it?” You questioned. “What’s the point?”

“The point?” He was truly stunned now. “Have you no sense of self preservation?” “I regularly sail on a sea known for its monsters such as yourself,” you said pointedly. “You either have to be wildly sure of yourself and the promise of riches, or an idiot.”

“And which one are you?”

“Which do you think?”

“Are you saying all of my meals are stupid?” He scoffed.

“Are you saying the smart ones fall for this?” You countered.

His lips puffed into a genuine pout and despite the knowledge of razor sharp teeth and the red eyes staring back at you you found the whole thing cute. You didn’t mean to ruin this siren’s dinner with your comments but you were amused nonetheless.

“It takes more skill than you think,” he muttered. “The singing and the luring and sometimes I have to sing to them so many times before they would follow me. It’s hard work.”

You reached out a hand against all instinct and patted his shoulder. He fully hissed at you at first but when you stepped closer and continued patting him in a show of comfort he admitted defeat, slumping into himself and casting his gaze downwards.

“There, there,” you hummed.

“Humiliating.” He mumbled.

“You can still eat me or whatever,” you offered. You might have truly lost your mind.

“Where’s the fun in that,” his gaze snapped up to meet yours, a glint in his eye again, not matching his words at all. “When you’re not scared?”

Maybe he had something else up his sleeve. You supposed that standing your ground had gotten you this far. If you were unphased he might just let you go. You didn’t want to get your hopes up necessarily but you might just escape with your life tonight despite your own dumb choices.

“What else do you got?” You asked.

A grin tugged at his lips again. He rolled his shoulders back, pushing his clock off.  You watched it fall to the ground, but your eyes quickly shifted upwards. A gasp tumbled off your lips that he seemed to enjoy as you took in the sight.

You weren’t sure what to expect, the unexpected you supposed, but even so the four deep sea blue tentacles that seemed to be coming from his back were a shock. You felt your own eyes going wide as you tried to wrap your mind around them. They were large and strange and shiny and he was looking at you again like you were delicious delicious prey.

Maybe your own mind was your best defense. You didn’t have a drop of fear in your body, but instead an intense curiosity. How had he kept them hidden under the cloak? Was it some kind of witchcraft? Why did he have them in the first place? Did all sirens have tentacles? Was he something else? What did they feel like? Were they smooth? Or slimy? Were they warm?

You reached out towards them with wide eyes and his own expression shifted to one of disbelief. 

“Incredible,” he mumbled. You let out a yelp as he wrapped two of the tentacles around you and pulled you close to him, nearly flush against him. They felt warm and strong around your body and you weren’t too proud to admit that you liked the way the sea monster was holding you. You wondered if they were strong enough to pick you up completely.

“You have no fear.”

“They’re so pretty,” you were almost more transfixed as you drew your finger over the warm, smooth tentacle, letting it drag down and circle around one of the suckers. The tentacle tensed and you met his eye, seeing a mixture of disbelief and slight embarrassment on his face.

“Don’t touch that,” he said quickly.

“Why?”

“Just don’t.”

“I want to know how it feels. Is it sensitive? Does it hurt if I touch it?”

“Just-” He squeezed you tighter, now wrapping a tentacle around your front, it being the only distance between you and him. You held in a whimper that formed in the back of your throat at the added pressure. “Leave it be.”

You wiggled a little, watching his expression grow annoyed. “Well what now?”

“I-I’m not sure.” His voice was unsteady as he pondered it himself. While he did so you started to trace your fingertips over the smooth surface of the tentacle. He threw you a look but said nothing as he seemed to keep thinking. The tentacle tensed under your touch but eventually relaxed. You felt the end of one tentacle wrapping around your calf, slipping up under your night dress. The suckers attached themselves to your leg, sucking at the skin, and you felt the rush of warmth through your body, like five love bites all happening at once.

It was the moan that caught the creature’s attention, one that you couldn’t keep inside at the nice feeling. You didn’t meet his eye as his gaze snapped back to you. You may have had little to no instinct for self-preservation but you did still have some semblance of shame.

“What was that?” He snapped.

“What was what?” You hummed.

“Did you moan?”

You felt a tentacle on your chin, suddenly forcing him to look at you. Heat rushed up to your face and down your spine at the action. You bit down on your lip, wondering if there really was any kind of good answer to this. You weren’t sure if you had gotten yourself any closer to living but you were starting to think about how the tentacles might feel against more of your skin, how they might feel between your legs…

“Unbelievable.” he laughed.

“Well how else am I supposed to react?” You questioned, already sounding a little whiny. 

He smirked just a little. “You know what?” You let out a yelp as he pulled you flush against you, lips brushing yours and holding you slightly in the air. Apparently he was strong enough to pick you up and that only turned you on more. “Not what I was expecting tonight, but I can work with this.”

You let out a whimper as his lips crashed against yours. He kissed you harshly, hands finding a grip on your waist while all of the tentacles started to move. Slipping up under your night dress suckers attached to your back, making you arch it slightly while another slid up your stomach, starting to toy with your chest.

Moans slid into kisses with him as a tentacle made its way up between your legs. He took his sweet time getting there and each moment of anticipation was making you want more and making you want it now. You couldn’t very well move much, squirming a little while he held you in place, but you could reach out your hand to grab at him, keeping him close as your kisses grew sloppier.

So much warmth had pooled in the pit of your stomach you were surprised it wasn’t dripping between your legs yet. The sucker marks he left all over your skin had you whining as arousal rushed through you. With each passing second your core was aching more to be touched. The intense curiosity had you wanting to feel the silky smooth tentacles in any place you could, making the most of the night and the choices you’d made.

“So eager,” he hummed, smiling against your lips as his tentacle traced shapes into your inner thighs.

“Do you have to move so slow?” You whined.

“Do you think you have the power here?” He laughed. He wasn’t wrong in that, but you could still counter it.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

He kissed you again, enjoying the way you cried out against him as his tentacle started teasing your entrance. 

“Touché,” he hummed against your lips.

You gripped him more tightly as another of his tentacles pulled your legs apart a little more. Your body was trembling just with the anticipation of it. He brought a tentacle to lay over your nipples, crying out as the suckers started to suck at them. The tentacle between your legs swirled before the tip pressed into your heat, drawing a broken moan from your lips at just the small, smooth feeling.

“Seungmin,” he murmured to you.

“Hm?” Your mind was already getting foggy.

“Seungmin,” He repeated, a grin on his lips as he sunk his tentacle further into you, more moans pouring from your lips. “That’s the name you’ll be crying out very soon.”

[blaqcats-fics]

[ APRIL FOOLS — Gift for Sal ❤️ ]

“Pasta Primavera Majoris,” Steve blurted out, eyes narrowed at the blurry stars casted over head, trying to discern whether or not he was hallucinating the giant connect-the-dot plate of spaghetti and meatballs.

Startled laughter filled the quiet night air, pulling Steve away from the confusion to face Jonathan and Eddie who were giggling away as if Steve had said the funniest thing in the world. “What? It’s a fucking Italian constellation!”

“Fucking Pasta Primavera!” Eddie laughed loudly. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

Steve’s cheeks flushed and he looking towards Argyle for some form of moral support, “Doesn’t it look like pasta?”

Argyle lifted his gaze towards the sky, humming lowly before nodding, “Yeah, bro, that’s a big plate of pasta.”

“Oh my god,” Jonathan giggled, his head dropped down, hiding his face. He could barely hold his bong, and Steve momentarily wondered if Jonathan smoked way more then he should have in the past twenty minutes.

“No, no,” Eddie waved his hand, nearly dropping to blunt. “I don’t give two shits if it looks like a giant dildo, I wanna know where you got the fucking name from!”

Steve shrugged, “Dunno, man, just kind of popped up in my head — hey, Argyle, do you still have some of those brownies?”

Argyle grinned, reaching into his bag and tossing Steve a pack, “Careful, man, I don’t know how much weeds infused with it.”

“It’ll be fine,” Steve said, pulling out a brownie and breaking off a piece, just to be safe, especially since they were still passing around the bong and apparently Eddie’s freshly rolled joint.

“You know, it looks like an intellect devourer,” Eddie said.

Steve paused, frowning as he glanced at Eddie, “A what now?”

“It’s a monster from DND,” Jonathan explained. “It like eats your intelligence or something? I can barely remember what Will said about it.”

“Oh,” Steve hummed, narrowing his eyes at the sky, trying to imagine what in the absolute hell an Intellect Devourer was. Was it like a brain parasite that jumped on your face and made you brain dead?

“It’s a brain,” Eddie added, before pausing thoughtfully. “It has legs and tentacles. Creepy shit, dude.”

“Cerebrum Cacophony," Steve said.

Argyle leaned forward, staring at Steve in stunned amazement, “What about a constellation for a weed leaf?”

“Cosmic Kush,” Jonathan jumped in, handing to bong to Eddie. “I think that’d be a cool name.”

Steve pursed his lips together, nodding. “It’s cool, but is it funny?”

“Does it have to be funny?”

“Nah, but I don’t know,” Steve chuckled as his train of thought ran away from him. “I was thinking of something like Stellar Stash System. That’s not funny either, damn.”

“No, wait, hold on,” Jonathan said, sitting up. “Follow me here, man. The system is basically just this giant rolling paper guiding intergalactic travelers on a journey through an trans-dimensional trip.”

It was quiet for a moment, before Argyle spoke, “I got no clue what you said, but that sounds like a fun time.”

“Is that what Star Wars was?” Steve blurted. “I feel like that was trip that you needed to be high to fully enjoy.”

Eddie shook his head, leaning his head down, lighting the bowl of the bong and taking a slow inhale before lifting the bong and breathing in the smoke. He held it for a minute before breathing out, the smoke lingering up into the night sky. “There’s way too many intense moments for it to be a good trip.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Steve groaned. “Fuck the Rebellion, honestly.”

“Dude — Steve, are you an Empire Supporter?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “You, of all people?”

Steve stared blankly at him, “I will never forgive them for what they did to Anakin.”

Eddie stared blankly at him, before snorting loudly, “Holy shit, you’re a nerd!”

“Look, Dustin got me into the movies, and I found out there were books! I liked the Ewoks, and stayed for Daddy Darth.”

“Daddy Darth!?”

“Holy shit, Steve!”

“Seems like you got a thing for the dark side,” Argyle joked.

Steve rolled his eyes, shoving the small piece of brownie into his mouth, “Yeah, it’s why I used to let flesh monsters take a chunk out of me — major turn on.”

“Imagine becoming a high ranking commanding officer just because you got your dick hard for Darth fucking Vader,” Eddie cried.

“I’d be the prettiest commanding officer, thank you,” Steve rolled his eyes. “Padme would be jealous.”

“She’d be fighting a losing battle,” Argyle said seriously. “You’re a very pretty man, Steve.”

Steve ran his hand through his hair, a cocky smirk on his face as he winked at Argyle, “Back at you, babe.” He held the look for a minute before bursting out into a fit of giggles, Argyle joining in with him a moment later.

“Okay, wait, while I agree that Stevie here is very pretty, I regret to inform that Padme would very much win that battle,” Eddie argued.

“What do you think Jon?” Steve grinned.

“What the hell happened to talking about constellations?” Jonathan instantly changed the subject. He glanced up at the sky, “That looks like a worm — Luminescent Locomotion of Lumbricus!”

Steve snorted, starting to randomly sing off-key, “Wormhole Wiggle, it's out of control. Stars all a-wriggle, in a cosmic stroll. So grab your spacesuit, and prepare to giggle, As we groove to the rhythm of the Wormhole Wiggle!”

“Did you just make a jingle?” Eddie exclaimed.

“He mentioned a space worm — why not a wormhole?”

“Steve’s over her fighting the jock allegations,” Jonathan grinned lazily.

“Hey, I never said I wasn’t smart,” Steve huffed. “I just pick up random information and then it just gets stuffed into my brain like a parasite. Let me tell you, I know way more lore and theories about Garfield, the fucking cat, then I would really care to know.”

“Oh man,” Argyle grinned. “Please impart your words of wisdom. I fucking love Garfield. He’s like, I don’t know, a kindred spirit.”

“You do work at a pizza place,” Steve nodded seriously.

“How is that correlated at all?” Jonathan asked.

“Because pizza and lasagna are both Italian?” Eddie suggested.

“Actually,” Steve piped up, changing the subject again, “Lasagna is a Greek dish, technically. We might not know who first made it, but there’s like a common noddle in Ancient Greece called a laganon, so it’s completely plausible that it’s a Greek dish.”

“Steve,” Eddie said, after a long moment, “I don’t know how much my heart can take of you needing out on us.”

“Oh shut up,” Steve huffed.

[pianostarinwonderland]

Speaking of parents you have any theories or ideas on what azuls mom may be like or the tweels parents?

OOF yes I have.

I think of them though as parents to their kids because that's usually what I think about rather than them as people. So this list of hcs is going to mainly center around their parenthood and whatnot. I'll divide this into two parts: Azul's mom and the tweels' parents.

Azul's Mom

I see her as someone who has the warmest smile and the liveliest personality. I think she's really kind and sweet, and she's very considerate of her staff. She's one of those people who can enter a room and you already feel a sense of rejuvenation, relief, joy, or all three because of how wholesome she is.

She'd have a loud and theatrical voice! She's gonna be the life of a party, and she'd lift people's spirits up. I like to think that she's got a laugh that's so contagious and wonderful to hear that you want to laugh along with her.

guys I think I want to fight Azul's stepdad for his wife's hand in marriage now after typing all that

You meet her and you'd end up wondering how on earth her son turned out to be a two-faced mafia boss kid. But don't let her sweetness fool you. She's intelligent. She knows her business, she knows her maths. She knows how to sell. And she knows that her charm can get anyone to buy whatever she's selling.

With Azul, she looks like the sweetest mom. And she really is. She's looking out for her son, she's that mom who's like, "Are you eating well? Are you doing okay?" every time he visits. She'd give him the biggest hugs, and at the same time, her tentacles are ready to punch anyone who dares hurt her baby. At the same time, she respects that he's growing up. She doesn't treat him like a kid at all, she can trust that he knows what he's doing, she respects his intelligence.

... except that she doesn't respect his individualism as much. I think that she's very pressed on passing down the restaurant to him. It's fruits of her hard work and she wants a successor, and her son runs his own place so why not?

I talk about the possible tensions that this would cause between Azul and his mom on this post, but as a summarized version, Azul isn't interested to say the least and in fact would want to stay on land even after NRC. As sweet as his mom is, he tends to avoid her when he can because he knows she's going to make a comment or two about him succeeding her in the business.

Leech Parents

Let's get through the canon stuff first before I state my headcanons. I personally like grounding my hcs based on what's canon and/or what references I can pull from the movies.

It's canon that Floyd and Jade's mom is a worrywart. She keeps in contact with them pretty regularly.

It is also canon that Floyd calls his mom mama, hence why he's mama's boy.

It is also canon that their dad has told them that appearance is very important. It's part of why Floyd likes shoes.

It's canon that the twins learned self-defense from their parents, so it's pretty much canon that the parents can fight, probably better than the twins.

Now, actually onto the hcs.

The twins' mom, I like to think that she's a very slender woman while their dad is King Triton buff. They have that kind of vibe.

Mama Leech is very motherly to her kids. I like to think that she's always the one in their home because it seems that both Jade and Floyd (the latter moreso) are closer to her. Mama Leech may also be worried about their well-being, but I think she respects their individuality and knows that they're grown up. They have a good relationship overall.

But outside the family? She'd probably be a devil hahhaha I like to think that she'd be as devastating as Yor from Spy x Family. Except I think she'd be the type to hiss.

Now onto Papa Leech. He's very professional, first of all. But everywhere. Including his family. If he could wear a suit underwater, he'd wear it everywhere he went, even in the house.

I think he'd be very distant. He's off somewhere, doing who knows what, probably running errands and doing shady business.

That distance can be felt when Jade and Floyd talk to him. Papa Leech strikes me as the type of person who would turn small mundane but interesting stories that the twins would share to him into lectures on some important life lesson or two. And he'd be going on and on for at least 10 minutes. And it's not that the life lesson lectures weren't important, it's just that Jade and Floyd want to talk to him about something that intrigued them, but their dad ruins the conversation. So they just stop talking to him unless he approaches them.

Papa Leech may be great at talking to people for his job but he's horrible at conversing with his family.

It doesn't change the fact that he cares for his kids, though. In his own way, he looks after them. All the important life lessons? He wants his kids to live smartly but also happily. It's just that he tends to prioritize his job over his family, so he's not the best at talking to his kids.

[h0nkshroom]

What's your favorite mushroom:

to eat

aesthetically

that absolutely horrifies you

🎤

What a wonderful ask to wake up to!

To Eat; You can never go wrong with the classic Button Mushroom, you can find them in just about any grocery store, and are in fact technically baby mushrooms to the larger Portobello Mushroom Very yummy, I love them, especially on pizza <3

Aesthetically; I love what is called the Tippler's Bane / The Ink Cap Mushroom! It is technically edible as well, but never with alcohol. Otherwise, it is deadly poisonous!! It's a very pretty looking mushroom, and yes, you could make actual ink from them, though it would turn out a bit of a light shade of grey.

That Absolutely Horrifies Me; Thank you for making me remember the existence of Devil's Fingers / The Octopus Stinkhorn. Not a poisonous fungi to eat, however it smells god awful and looks like a miniature portal to hell opened up and has sent demon tentacles to come claim your soul.

Though to add onto this one, I will also mention the Destroying Angel mushroom cause god damn, it is one of the most toxic mushrooms you could ever eat, and it gets mistaken for a common edible mushroom, all the time. For this reason, they were also given the name "Fool's Mushroom".

[st0rmyskies]

A good friend of mine received some negative feedback on something they’ve had a lot of fun working on over the past several months. It’s frustrating and disheartening to see this sort of thing play out over and over again. But I recognize that you can’t fix what’s wrong with some people, and I have no interest in addressing those who feel compelled to rain on others’ fun. 

So this message is for the creators out there, those of us who are pouring heart and soul onto paper or into a screen, the daydreamers, the world-builders, the prompt-generators, the Discord-makers, the cosplay queens, the artists and writers. I want you to take a moment to check your posture, shake out your shoulders, take a good hard look at yourself and repeat after me: 

I am going to do what makes me happy.

Because this is your hobby, isn’t it? This is something you do for fun. It’s escapism. It’s fantasy. It’s engaging in the divine act of creation that sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. You deserve to tell your stories, whether it’s your favs dealing with outlandish crack scenarios or going through some of the deepest traumas of their lives, whether it’s a hopeful story about being reunited with lost love or facing the harsh reality that sometimes life just isn’t kind, whether you’re projecting chronic illness or exploring your own sexual orientation or just wondering how differently the boys might react if everyone dyed their hair pink for a day. 

Above all, though, remember who it is you’re creating for: yourself. Don’t do it for kudos or comments. Seeking validation from strangers on the internet is a fool’s errand. Some of my favorite fics that I’ve written are those that have the “worst stats.” I can still go back and read them when I’m in the mood to, and that suits me just fine. Because I wrote it for me, and that’s enough. 

So if you want a 75k slow-burn about your favs bumbling through romance even though there are 24 similar fics in the tag, write it. If you’ve been dying for a steampunk AU, have at. If you want to see them all tangled up in tentacles, fuck it, send me a link. If your story is important to you, and it’s something that you want to share, then you should do it. 

Don’t listen to your “friends” who would presume to tell you what to do, or to cowards who hide behind an anonymous icon, or to the nagging little voice in your own damn head. 

You are more talented than you give yourself credit for. 

You have the right to create the things that you love. 

And you deserve to be happy.