#6$ SQUID SPECIAL

[l0verseyes]

THE WORLD IS YOUR CANVAS

SO TAKE UP YOUR BRUSH

AND PAINT

THE WORLD ...

#saw the sliding mechanics w/ the gasoline so this happened #lineless art makes me want to *** but it's fun to do everynow and then ig.. tch.. #ultrakill #splatoon #v1 ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #6$ SQUID SPECIAL #draws

[dottedmage]

Cringe and free so heres the squid sisters and off the hook designs for if they were part of my worldbuild thing

Callie and Marie are both Sorcerers weirdly tied by destiny and also by being cousins, they are ehh midly powerfull. They complement each other very well by being natural specialist on oposite magic fields. They are singers on the side, and idols in more of the sense that Sorcerers are Always Known. They makes songs reminiscent of pre-apocalypse popular songs, their songs and the songs they are trying to replicate are almost nothing alike lmao so sorry, they improved the genre tho their music is much better

Pearl is a angel-inhabited Conjurer and also Augur but she is like terrible at that lmao. Marina is a mermaid that has gigantism and is terribly at shape shifting, she also has a deep interest in Augury and thats how she and Pearl bond at the start, by talking insane things abt hypothetical beings inside computers. They make music using Oracle archives of pre-apocalypse songs (terrible idea, the oracles are sending them their own songs basically lol)

#splatoon #squid sisters #off the hook #callie #marie #pearl #marina #i should have a tag for my worldbuild uhhh #i was thinking of silly thaumaturges but i could not phantom using that tag in a serious drawing of like… iris or whatever #also yeah none of the words i said in the post make sense #TO YOU #to me they are deeply poetical and make sense #you could also ask me to explain them :) after all my ask box is open for a reason #i loooveeeee talking abt my sillies #(specially pearl her concept is like the best one in here) #Lmaoooo its like 6 minths later and i finally Hve a world build name its #Teeralgo

[homocorn]

just had an insano match of turf war i was a fucking animal

#9 kills 0 deaths 6 specials AND i was using the neo sploosh o matic #which i am not great with im just trying to get the sticker. i dont care for the squid beakons

[animasola86]

1: A Special Bond (1.2k//AO3)

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Notes: This might just be the weirdest smut story I've ever written (and I've written some weird stuff!) - and I mean weird if you think using a little sea creature as a sentient sex toy is weird, then it is weird. This is a 6-part-story that focuses on the reader, but Sebastian plays a vital part in it as well. In this first chapter, it's just the reader and her special little friend. Please give it a try!

Tagline: If penis-shaped, why not for pleasure?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Teratophilia (if you consider tiny squids monsters)! Tentacles! (Additional tags on AO3!) Read at your own risk!

CHAPTER 2 →

1

A loud moan falls from your trembling lips as a deep shudder jolts through your body. Did I put up the Silencing charm? you wonder frantically, but you really don't care when another shudder makes your hips twitch off the bed.

You press your lips together and grip the bedsheets so tightly your fingers start to cramp. More moans and quiet whimpers leave your throat in rhythm with the constant throbbing pulsing through your insides. You feel your muscles tightening, contracting, clenching and unclenching, the shudders like tidal waves rippling over your body, grabbing you, pulling you with them, as your hips undulate needily, your thighs twitching as you force yourself to keep your legs spread wide apart.

All this because you want to see what's making you feel so good. Your head is blissfully empty, your nerves deliciously on edge, that tension in your gut building up more and more as you look into the mirror at the foot of your bed, giving you a perfect glance at the almost translucent thing pressed deeply into your tight bum as its eight little tentacles slither over your skin.

One is coiled around your clit, others stroking and pulling and flicking it, some gliding up and down your slick slit, and two are pushing in and out of your wet folds in a contrasting rhythm, stretching your entrance, teasing your walls.

And the last one is going deep, it's the one that's made thicker and firmer, that knows exactly where your sweet spots are, and it's determined to press against them with fervour, and each time it does, your body convulses, your moans get louder, your head is thrashed back into the pillow while your fingers claw at the bedsheets.

You are out of your mind with pleasure, ready to explode under the various kinds of stimulations, and weirdly enough, your little toy seems to feel it too. And it's got the worst sense of humour. Because it suddenly stops moving its tendrils, stops throbbing against that tight ring of muscles, stops that thicker tentacle as it's hovering right over your g-spot.

You groan and jerk your hips up, tempted to continue on your own, but you force yourself to be patient, even though your body is not, as it keeps shuddering, your muscles keep contracting, and when you whimper softly, "Come on, please, this is for you too," the motions continue abruptly, and you cry out when the stimulation is back in full force, maybe even more so, as the tentacles rub and glide and poke and prod, and the bigger one slips in and out your tight channel, thrumming against your walls, dragging over your sweet spots, while its body pulses wildly inside your bum as if it's vibrating.

You moan and buck your hips frantically, your thighs trembling, your toes curling up, your hands ready to rip the sheets you're holding onto. The tension grows with every little touch against your oversensitive flesh, and suddenly, it all erupts. Bright lights explode behind your eyelids, your body spasms uncontrollably as your muscles contract almost violently under the power of your orgasm.

A drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy leaves your throat as your eyes roll back, and you contort in the most blissful way for a moment, hips off the bed, shoulders pressed into the mattress and knees shaking under the exertion.

The thing inside you changes its pattern, rubbing harder, half of its tentacles focused on your clit, the others joining the bigger one in your warm depths, stroking your insides through your release by pushing in and out in a strange kind of rhythm.

You're a whimpering mess as you collapse onto the bed again, body still quivering, twitching uncontrollably, your breaths as erratic as they can be, and under the forceful ministrations of those tendrils, you keep riding the high, head empty, heart thundering, mouth wide open as your noises fall past dry lips.

You force your eyes open and stare at your reflection in the mirror that's shaking under the frantic movements of your overstimulated body. You watch those tentacles writhing in and out of your clenching cunt, the wet squelching sounds adding to the sensation, causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin in waves. You gasp and whimper with every inward thrust as they hit your deepest depths, teasing your sweet spots, expanding inside you, stretching your walls.

You're shaking from head to toe, and when the creature's body starts moving inside your arse, you yelp in surprise as it mimics the movements of its appendages, pushing in and out, turning and twisting its elongated body against your tight muscles, coating it with a combination of your juices and that sticky fluid that drives you insane almost literally, as it seeps into your flesh and makes everything seem even more extreme.

Your head is spinning, and you feel as if you can taste colours now. Moans and groans and grunts tumble from your open mouth, your body completely overwhelmed from all the things happening at once as it still convulses, hips bucking, thighs twitching, and you watch it out of hooded eyes until it all comes to a sudden stop as you climax again, this time with a force that shakes the mirror and in the end stains it with your juices as your release pushes out of you so forcefully, you feel as if you've been hit by an oncoming train.

You cry out and press your eyes shut, heart seemingly stopping as you gasp deeply, before everything resumes, and you fall into your cushions, completely spent, covered in sweat and your own juices and a stickiness that numbs the shudders of your body. You feel your little toy moving within your tight walls, slowly working its long body out as it pulls itself forwards by its eight arms that seem to be glued to your wet centre, some still inside, pressed to your slick flesh.

With a soft wet pop it slips out of your bum and onto the sheets, and if you would have had the strength to look into the mirror, you'd see your tight hole gaping slightly before it would resume its original state. But you're lying on your back, legs spread wide open, thighs twitching, saliva pooling in the corner of your open mouth, as the creature goes to work on your pussy now, its tendrils retreating until it lifts itself up onto them and pushes its wider head straight against your slick entrance.

You feel a deep shudder when it forces its glistening body forwards, and your walls clamp around it and pull it inside. You're too weak to moan, so you just breathe a little louder as it slips into your tight channel, throbbing and humming and evidently sucking up all your juices from your wet walls. Its tendrils flap lazily about as it finds its home deep inside you, body fully sheathed, its head prodding your cervix, teasing your womb.

You shiver, your insides convulsing again, but the motion is too soft to lose your head over it. It's comforting how its thick body fills you out perfectly, nestling within as if it belongs there, and for the last month it has, though when you first found the little squid in the depths of the Black Lake, it has been much, much smaller.

CHAPTER 2 →

Please note that I am a smut writer and not a marine biologist or anyone who is an expert on squids. In this story, the squid in question is a magical creature shaped like this and for the purpose of this silly little story, it has the size of a big to average-sized penis, has eight arms/tentacles, can live without water, prefers wet/warm cavities, is very much sentient and also very horny. And it feeds off bodily fluids... and grows when subjected to them. This is probably not typical squid behavior. Also please do not insert these creatures into any hole you have, I bet that's not too pleasant in reality! But for the sake of this FANTASY story, think of this squid as a magical, sentient sex toy. No squids were harmed in the writing of these smutty scenes. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[ MASTERLIST ] [ AO3 ]

#mysmut #smut #reader insert #female reader #x reader #fem reader #dirty mind #ao3 writer #ao3 smut #sebastian sallow smut #tw tentacles

[darklcy]

☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☆

this has been in the drafts for a long, long time and i haven’t posted aot in a while, so enjoy :) | also i feel like some of these may be ooc but this was fun to write! just keep in mind this is how i think they’d act in a modern setting, ofc minus the war & trauma

attack on titan masterlist

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

skips class to vape

smokes to thundercat & nirvana

flannels flannels flannels

naturally you steal them. acts coy when you do.

“you didn’t steal it, i just let you wear it and didn’t say anything when you went home with it.”

i feel like he’d be into meditating. idk why. like someone said he should do it so now he does a quick 5-min guided meditation every morning

showers with his chain on and gets green neck

doodles on his converse and yours

writes “hi :)” on your homework, journals, notes, etc during class

has a minecraft server w jean, connie and armin

claims he’s not scared of games like outlast or silent hill but everyone knows he’s lying

ends up hiding behind you in haunted houses

LOVES DRIVE THRUS/FAST FOOD. sonic & in n out specifically

toddler sense of humor, like finds things falling over funny (y’all remember the video of the piece of bread falling over-)

doesn’t know how to work pinterest

leans over people’s shoulders to look at their phones

tried getting his cartilage pierced but it got infected

has a few tattoos on his wrists and bicep

will bite you impulsively

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

you mean my bf

so this boy DOES know how to work pinterest, and has so many boards

one of them is filled w future pets he wants & another one includes house ideas with you :3

is the best language learner and knows french, spanish, and german

can’t watch gory shows like squid game or the walking dead, but enjoys psychological horrors like black swan

has a billion playlists with like 6 songs each

your playlist is titled “lovey” bc i said so

has maybe one lobe piercing. but only one

he goes so hard to TV girl and mac demarco, but also loves singers like sza & jack stauber

LUVS SMOOTHIES

downloaded bumble only for the fun of it once but immediately deleted it when someone liked him

bounces his leg and picks his nails

best. skin. ever. has a good skin care regime

drives a silver toyota prius 

super into journaling & drawing :>

such a gentle bf, but lives for gossip

you text him, “you will NOT believe what i just heard.” and he drops everything he’s doing to respond

coffee dates!!!

you two have a stardew farm together with a dog and a bunch of chickens and cows

his favorite character is crobus

i love him very much

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

hardcore alison from breakfast club vibes

secretly into girl kpop groups

but loves hardcore women, like björk & poppy

definitely owns a lot of platform shoes: has like three pairs of demonias

shaves her brows to draw them on 

loves online shopping from aliexpress & etsy

into weird chunky jewelry!! has a necklace with a heavy cat pendant & a pair of eyeball earrings

loves to do your makeup! if you don’t wear a lot daily, she’ll do something for special outings like concerts or even for fun she’ll ask you to let her do it :3

has a tiktok specifically for ootds

favorite foods include spicy ramen, mediterranean meals & ice cream

i feel like she’d be in art class! she’d draw you random portraits or cute versions of you two to put in her scrapbook

oh yeah i also feel like she’d have a scrapbook!!! and keeps a lot of mementos from your dates/hangouts

when you come over, you, her and eren play mario kart

no doubt a spiritual girly: maybe not super into spells but has a tarot deck and a few oracle decks as well as a beautiful incense burner

you two go to goth clubs cuz yeah

her lipstick gets on you all the time

dressed up as lydia deetz one year for halloween

makes rings and necklaces and gives them to you, and she debates on opening an etsy shop

— hope you enjoyed!

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman #aot armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert

[extrajigs]

A new batch of critters. These are some of the cetaceans of Mirum’s interior sea. 

1. Painted- Coastal Dolphin. Exactly what you think it is. 

2. Big Eye- Tiny Sperm Whale that specializes in cave livin’

3. Needlesnout- Reef dweller, likes to stick its beak into coral and suck up small sea creatures. 

4. Saddle Back- Dolphin living in the waters above the bottomless center. 

5. Banded Barricale- Pelagic ambush predator, built for short fast chases. Very fond of squid.

6. Gouger- Lives around the coast, named because it defends via stabbing potential threats with its tusks. 

Want to get more into the sea life of Mirum! There’s cetaceans, but the largest animals actually are not whales! 

#mirum #cetaceans #dolphin #worldbuilding #speculative biology #spec bio #spec evo #art #no true north

[fruitysewerrat]

Delving into Pearl and Marina’s relationship

After seeing the new trailer for Splatoon 3’s DLC, Side Order, which seems to focus on Off the Hook, I wanted to make a quick recap of their relationship up until now.

The idol duo Off the Hook consists of its two members, Pearl and Marina. Pearl being the more outgoing inkling rapper of the group and Marina being a clever octoling DJ.

Firstly, their base designs make it clear that they are supposed to be opposites. Marina being tall and having big ears and Pearl being shorter than the average inkling and having small ears, would be one example of this. Another would be their clothing. Whereas Pearl wears a white dress with golden accents, Marina mainly wears black clothing with silver details. Unlike the Squid Sisters, Off the Hook’s idol outfits only match in certain aspects, like their boots and zippers, yet they still look like a cohesive duo despite that. The most prominent opposite would be the fact that Pearl is an inkling and Marina is an octoling, however. Also keep in mind that Marina was one of the first octolings coming to the surface after she heard the Calamari Inkantation.

You first encounter Off the Hook in game during their stage announcements*, where you learn small bits about their personality. Here you see how they mock each other in a playful way, but are still supportive of one another as friends. It also highlights how close they are, as they know a lot about each other and seem to spend a lot of time together.

Though Off the Hook doesn’t play a major role in the base game, they really have a chance to shine in the Octo Expansion DLC. Most of their characterization here is done through chat rooms* that add a lot of personality as well as some more information regarding their relationship. While still joking and mocking each other, they also frequently compliment and show admiration for the other. For instance, when Marina calls Pearl “srsly the coolest” (Session 3), as well as Pearl considering Marina “one of the best people [she knows]” (Session 6). On some occasions, their close bond is even displayed through pictures, like when Pearl shares a photo of Marina napping on a Pearl pillow. But even in more serious moments like when Pearl learns of Marina’s past, she still decides to trust her and even goes as far as to threaten Craig Cuttlefish. Marina is also incredibly grateful to Pearl and thanks her when she assures Marina that she will still be accepted in Inkopolis.

Off the Hooks’ admiration for each other is also clearly displayed in their backstory. Though Pearl probably was the first inkling she encountered on the surface, Marina had a “feeling about [her]” (session 8) and asked her to form a band after only meeting a few times prior on Mount Nantai. She even went as far as to go to the Mountain for a whole week in hopes of seeing Pearl again. Later on, Pearl taught Marina “everything [she] needed to know” (Session 8) and is still extremely thankful to her.

By the time the player reaches the final boss of Octo Expansion, they finally meet Off the Hook in person. Though the player’s time with them is cut short due to the looming battle, their characteristics still shine through. Marina clearly idolizes Pearl, as seen in her drawing during the explanation of the fight. After defeating the NILS statue, Marina immediately rushes to hug Pearl, which clearly indicates how important Pearl is to her.

Furthermore, the Final Splatfest really illustrates their bond well. The new special shifty station “MC. Princess Diaries” or also known as “Dear Senpai” in the Japanese version depicts Marina’s admiration for Pearl again. Senpai describes an upperclassman mentoring an underclassman in Japan. As Pearl taught Marina everything about Inkopolis, she can be considered an upperclassman to Marina. Additionally, Marina is the one responsible for building the shifty station, which in this case is in the image of the Octo Expansions final boss, so we can assume the title reflects her standpoint. Marina clearly has a deep affection towards Pearl and cherishes her. I’d also like to add that the title almost sounds like the beginning of a letter, like Marina having learned everything there is to know and now saying farewell, which might have something to do with Side Order (I might be reading too much into this, though). Perhaps it could also reflect a love letter written for Pearl. In addition, Pearl could also consider Marina an upperclassman to her, as she taught Pearl a lot about music, such as meter and rhythm.

During the Final Splatfests announcement, Marina voices her concerns about Off the Hook breaking apart. Lines such as “Off the Hook means everything to me! It's all I have in this world...” show clearly how grateful she is to have met Pearl. Yet, Pearl also reassures her by stating that Marina has “WAAAY more going for [her] than just Off the Hook.”, displaying Pearl’s trust in her.

After the Final Fest reached its conclusion, the results were announced. Pearl begins by describing the time she has spent with Marina as “the best years of [her] life” which worries Marina, as she believes Off the Hook is going to break up. But to everyone’s relieve, Pearl just wants the duo to break into new genres of music as they “take over the world” together. After promising that they are going to stay together, Pearl reassures Marina, that she loves her, really conveying the close bond they have. This part of the dialogue wouldn’t have changed if Team Order had won, highlighting its importance. Besides, we can still see them making music together with the band Damp Socks in Splatoon 3.

Lastly, I want to talk about some media outside the games. In an Octotune interview with Pearl, she states that meeting Marina is the best gift she has ever received, signaling how she cherishes Marina and how much the time they have spent together means to her. Furthermore, the Splatoon manga includes a short shōjo manga (a type of manga targeted towards teen girls) addressed to Pearl called “Dear Pearl” where Pearl is drawn in a very idolized style, similar to shōjo love interests, as well. The last panel of the manga depicts a love letter addressed to Pearl. In the Japanese version, the manga ends with Marina dreaming about shouting out "these feelings [for Pearl]" through a megaphone. Similarly, the relationship between Pearl and Marina is described as ”Marina, let's make the whole world ours!" - "Yes, Pearl-senpai!”  in the official Splatoon 2 character chart. In another official relationship chart, Marina is described as a “maiden in love” with Pearl’s description stating “it is me”, implying Marina has romantic feelings for Pearl.

Whether you ship them or not, you cannot deny that they don’t have a lot of respect and adoration for each other. Their relationship is really sweet, and I can’t wait to see how Side Order will develop it further. Their ink colors really became something special after being mixed together.

Stay fresh and thank you for reading!

“It's you and me against the universe, 'Rina!”

(Also, I tried to keep this as neutral as possible, but those two are definitely in a relationship)

*Here’s some stage announcements as examples:

Port Mackerel:

   Pearl : Marina! What's the appeal of using a brella on this stage?

   Marina : Protecting my precious Pearlie at all costs!

Wahoo World:

   Pearl : Remember when we rode the roller coaster for six hours straight?

   Marina : That was nothing compared to the eight hours we spent on the Death Drop!

   Pearl : Yo, at night, the Ferris wheel's all... like...sparkly and junk.

   Marina : You're so adorable, Pearl.

The Reef:

   Pearl : Look at me! I'm Marina! BLAH BLAH BLAH!

   Marina : Ahaha! Yeah, that's so me!

   Pearl : My best friend took me to this amazing cake shop in The Reef the other day!

   Marina : But I don't remember going to a cake shop...

Snapper Canal:

   Pearl : I've been here before. A boy from school brought me when I was a kid...

   Marina : REALLY?! Was it a date? A battle? Spill it, Pearlie!

Kelp Dome:

   Pearl : I bet you looooove all the weird machinery here, don't you, Marina?

   Marina : Is it that obvious?!

   Pearl : Yo, I'll splat a dude with attitude, I don't carrot all like rabbit food!

   Marina : OHHHHHHHHHHHH! Best rapper alive.

New Albacore Hotel:

   Pearl : Remember that time you tried to drown me here? Good times.

   Marina : For the last time, I was trying to help you get to the floating stage!

Manta Maria:

   Pearl : Let's sail across the seas and make our debut in the new world!

   Marina : OK, but only if you learn how to at least say hi in another language first.

   Pearl : The ocean is breathtaking, yo... I wonder if there are any little fishies around.

   Marina : Fishies? Aww! Pearl, you're so cute...

Moray Towers:

   Pearl : Hey! How come I always have to talk first when we announce the stages?

   Marina : To set up the punch line, of course! How else am I supposed to poke fun at you?

Arowana Mall:

   Pearl : The shops here sell different stuff than the ones in The Reef. I love it!

   Marina : I know! It's so cool you found a place that carries XXXS-size shirts!

*Some examples from the chat rooms:

Session 3:

MC.Princess > Yo how do I make the chat window full screen? DJ_Hyperfresh > Alt-F4 ■Webmaster■ > MC.Princess has left the chatroom. DJ_Hyperfresh > Can't believe that actually worked...

DJ_Hyperfresh > Don't tell her I said this, but Pearl is srsly the coolest.

Session 6:

MC.Princess > So you probably can't tell but just between you and me, Marina's kind of a weirdo. She's like freakishly tall and way to smart for her own good MC.Princess > just the other day she built an entire battle stage all by herself. It had huge floating rocks and everything. Crazy right?

MC.Princess > WHAT. Nah, Marina would never design something like that CraigCuttlefish > its right there in the file MC.Princess > now that you mention it, Marina IS totally obsessed with machines. And she's definitely the hardest working person i know

MC.Princess > Right?! She might have some skeletons in her closet, but who doesn't am i right? Marina is one of the best people i know. CraigCuttlefish > i guess shes okay for an octo MC.Princess > I swear, cuttlefish. If you try to splat Marina I WILL CUT A FISH. U GOT THAT?

Session 7:

DJ_Hyperfresh > Do you think I'll still be welcome in Inkopolis? Once everyone knows I'm an Octoling? MC.Princess > ARE YOU KIDDING? Of course you will! everyone loves you! DJ_Hyperfresh > Thanks, Pearlie. ;__;

Session 8:

DJ_Hyperfresh > That makes sense. You've got a knack for teaching. ♪

DJ_Hyperfresh > Haha, remember when we first met, Pearl? I had just come to the surface, and I didn't understand Inkopolis at all. You taught me everything I needed to know.

DJ_Hyperfresh > I went to Mount Nantai every day for a week, just hoping you would show up again.

MC.Princess > LOL Marina I just remembered you made that entire demo using that half-busted keyboard you had. But somehow the hook was still dope

DJ_Hyperfresh > I was shocked the first time I heard you rap. I thought for sure you were gonna be wack tbh, but once you started spittin I was like, "dang, this munchkin got bars."

DJ_Hyperfresh > Anyway, I know we talk a lot of smack on the show and all, but I just wanted to say thanks. For everything.

Octotune interview:

Q17: What is the best gift you have ever received? Pearl: The chance to meet Marina.

Sources:

#splatoon #splatoon2 #splatoon octo expansion #off the hook #pearlina #pearl houzuki #marina ida #side order

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan: Day 6 Translations

This is Day 6 of Shonen Jump’s special commemoration of My Hero Academia reaching one hundred million copies worldwide, which is being rolled out daily across one-week in each prefecture’s newspaper.

The schedule:

April 4th, Day 1: Hokkaidō & Tōhōku regions

April 5th, Day 2: Kantō region

April 6th, Day 3: Chūbu region

April 7th, Day 4: Kansai region

April 8th, Day 5: Chūgoku & Shikoku regions

April 9th, Day 6: Kyūshū & Okinawa regions

April 10th, Day 7: Nationwide release

You can see the illustrations on their website here, where they are released digitally the day after the newspaper release.

Here we go!

Kyūshū Region

Fukuoka

Photo credit: twitter user nika2_prpr

Hawks: "Aren't we all just dying for free time? I just want everyone to be happy, you know." Tokoyami: "That ambition is what I, too, wish to realize." Jirou: "He has a rockin' vibe even when sleeping, doesn't he!!"

Nanzo-in Temple is home to one of the largest bronze statues in the world depicting a reclining Buddha, called Shaka Nehan (Nirvana). The statue holds ashes of Buddha and two adherents, which were gifts from Myanmar as thanks for Nanzo-in's donations of medical supplies.

Saga

Photo credit: twitter user yukino_096

Ashido: "The squid are dancing!!" Tokoyami: "The squid, such speed!" Aizawa: "For drying a large amount of squid at once, it's a really reasonable method." Tokoyami: "A magnificent display of stormy turmoil!!!"

This is a fixture at Yobuko Town's morning market which rapidly dries squid by rotating in circles. The Japanese name, ikaguruguru, uses an onomatopoeia for going around in circles so you could call it a "squidy-go-round." Tokoyami uses the Japanese term for the German aesthetic Sturm und Drang. By the way, the term for dried squid, surume, is also used to mean something that grows on you over time. It's one of the most popular snacks in Japan!

Nagasaki

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Aoyama: "Merci for the million dollar nightscape~" Asui: "The night views from the sky are exception!"

Nagasaki is considered to have one of the top three best night skylines in Japan. You can visit Mount Inasa's Observatory to see it for free, but they got something even better!

Kumamoto

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Sero: "Bakugou... did you do that!?" Kouda: "The mountain is burning!" Shouji: "Quick, put it out! Bakugou, you help too!" Nedzu: "Hang on! Dry grass being burnt down helps new grass sprout. This nurtures the animals as well. Humans and nature in symbiosis, that's what burning the fields represents!" Bakugou: "Hey, you bastards, APOLOGIZE!"

The city of Aso lights its mountain on fire every year as part of the Aso Fire Festival, a coordinated effort between farmers to replenish the fertility of their soil. My favorite part is that Katsuki doesn't deny that he blew the mountain up in flames... he's saying, "see, I'm helping, all right!!"

Ōita

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Kaminari: "Now then, who's getting in!! To soothe your travel weariness!" Iida: "STOP! Do you want to be boiled alive!? Swimming in the Blood Pond Hell area is prohibited!!" Kaminari: "So this is a 'bitterness of denied entry' type hell, then! (cry)"

They are trying to bathe in the Blood Pond Hell in Beppu City, where iron oxide and magnesium oxide mix and get pushed to the surface to turn the water blood red. Beppu is known for its Eight Hells, hot springs that are so hot (often greater than 200 degrees Fahrenheit), they are meant for viewing rather than bathing--hence their being called a "hell," not a "hot spring!"

Miyazaki

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Yaoyorozu: "The myth of Princess Toyotama and Yamasachihiko exchanging love letters has been passed down in Aoshima, so there is a legend that if you send a love letter with this postbox, your love will come true." Kaminari: "Make a postcard for me right now, Yaomomo!" Mineta: "Make me a hundred! It's my lifelong wish!!" Yaoyorozu: "It's just one apiece for someone special..." Postboxes in Japan are red, so this one, called the "Yellow Postbox of Good Luck," is unique. The couple Yaoyorozu mentions are from the Kojiki and Nihon Shiki, which contain some of the earliest written records of Japanese myths and ancient history. Poor Kaminari... he just asked for one!

Kagoshima

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All Might: "Continuing to watch over everything for all eternity!! This here, this is the Symbol of Peace!!" Izuku (mumbling): "It's a well-known fact among fans that All Might loves Yakusugi--" Izuku (out loud): "I'm thrilled we can all go together!! Right, Kacchan!!?" Kacchan: "I... Don't drag me into this!! (pleased, though)"

Yakusugi refers to cedars of at least a thousand years old on the island Yakushima, where there are dense coniferous forests with many old-growth trees. The most famous is the Jōmon Sugi, which is estimated to be at least 2,000 years old. Did Kacchan follow them on their tree tour, trying to not be noticed, and Izuku called him out on it~? Or did they companionably embark all together while he put up a grumpy front? Hee!

Okinawa Region

Okinawa

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Endeavor: "Shouto, how is it? How is the soba!?" Todoroki: "Okinawa soba is tasty." Endeavor: "RIGHT!? SHOUTOOOOOOO!! (joy)" Todoroki: "Let me eat in peace."

Unlike Todoroki's beloved mainland soba, which is made with buckwheat flour, Okinawa soba is made with wheat flour and is closer to udon noodles.

Aaand that's Day 6, the last release is the grand finale!

#translations #ua high school field trip around japan #mha one hundred million copies tour

[goombasinastack]

splatoon 3 hot take turned impromptu essay

was stuck offline in splatoon 3 because internet was actin up and i realized how pretty the photomode splatoon 3 filters are compared to the actual game

i was taking photos on brinewater and thought. damn. this game looks fine but i miss how VIBRANT splatoon 1 was! i wish i could play sploon 3 with this photomode filter on all the time. and brinewater is the best map for this because of the sunset lighting! so i went to one of the worst offenders mapwise for general color—undertow spillway. it is a warm gray mess:

for someplace underground, it’s WAY too warm of a tone—even if there are skylights, they aren’t very well defined, as they’re off in the background—they’d be better with some light shafts to pop out more, imo.

so here’s undertow with photomode filter #6 (this would’ve been a video but tumblr limits to 1 video per post):

and i think this looks a lot nicer, colorwise! the icky warm gray is shifted to a soft pink—and while that’s still not in keeping with the lack of obvious skylights, it works better than warm gray.

so then i opened ibis x paint and got to work on a filter that would hopefully help elevate the entire game’s look:

on top is photomode filter #6, in the middle is the original screenshot, and on the bottom is my proposed filter.

i upped the contrast, brightness, and saturation a bit, then added a 5% pure magenta (#FF00FF) overlay layer on top of that. then i added a slight gaussian blur to emulate antialiasing, which nintendo refuses to do for some reason!

and i wanna play splatoon like that! i miss the vibrancy and intricacy of splatoon 1…

incoming splatoon 1 essay‼️

not only were the colors eye-bleachingly bright, but the overall game feel was much more immersive—especially in ink physics. you could paint trees, and the ink would drip down through leaves as if it were rain… ink splatter would respond to the movements of platforms, keeping its intertia as it dripped! you could see the textures of surfaces through the ink, as if it were an actual liquid instead of a layer of thick oil. 3 doesn’t have any of those special touches.

there’s also the music… 1’s ost feels so much more WEIRD and experimental than the later games, and that really helps cement that this is not human society—this is a new thing—which tracks for splatoon 1, as it was so zany nobody had ever seen anything quite like it before! splatoon 2 follows this sheer melting-pot of brashness and creativity with evolving and varied styles—where once was punk and weird samples in Squid Squad is now groovy rock in Wet Floor, jazz in Ink Theory, and also whatever Sashi-Mori was. also i <3 chirpy chips. splatoon 3’s music goes back to that punk, but i feel that it loses some of the charm and creativity of the first two games. C-side is pure metal, and hardly uses any weird instruments. there have sparsely been other splatbands involved with regular battle music—Yoko&tgb call back to the jazz of Ink Theory which i love! Off the Hook’s new tracks delve into a new style in piano rock. but the main band kind of falls flat to me. :(

let’s talk stages. in splatoon 1, stages were wildly different from each other, including skateparks, construction sites, underpasses, malls, sewage plants, and other locals that are culturally underground. the rest of the trilogy moves away from this in a story standpoint, as ink battles evolve from punky, diy competitions into full-fledged championships in 2 and 3, with advancing battle infrastructure as time progresses. that’s fine, and honestly it’s cool to see that kind of worldbuilding! but in 1, each stage was designed about and influenced by the area it represented. Arowana Mall is a straight line with high vantage points on the second/third story because it’s a mall. Pirahna Pit features convenyor belts that shuffle refuse around because it’s a trash plant. Blackbelly Skatepark has so many hills and valleys because it’s a skatepark, for goodness sake. splatoon 3’s original stages have some of this charm, but it feels lost in ambiguity. why doesn’t Mincemeat Metalworks have small moving platforms on cranes or other heavy machinery? Idk, have some grates and one-way drops, and a car on a post. why isn’t there any water incorporated into the stage design of Brinewater Springs? Idk, have 2 paintable walls and a tetris piece. 3’s original stages have little to no connection between their locals and the geometry, which make it feel same-y compared to previous games.

maybe this is because of the inflexible philosophy of the designers—or their corporate oversight, maybe. for stages, you need to make a straight line or tetris piece with few routes to push, in an effort to promote the game’s main premise of Chaos. for music, you need to make punk songs that aren’t too weird so they don’t drive away the parents. maybe the little ink touches could have been missing because development was rushed?

i honestly dont know why it happened out this way—perhaps the splatoon team just needed more time to cook, in order to squeeze out that extra 20% of game feel? or maybe it was that speculated corporate oversight, i dunno. things WERE missing on launch—notable exceptions being X rank, online tableturf lobbies, and no more than three salmon run maps. i know we’ve yet to even get the DLC but for being about 75% of the way through the game’s content lifespan, but splatoon 3 feels incomplete. there have been improvements, yeah! i just wish there could’ve been more. i would rather have waited another year for splatoon 3 if it were polished that much better, y’know?

i honestly feel like splatoon 1 captured that creative, no-holds-barred mantle of Chaos better than 3 does. 3 feels… flanderized, in a way. the curse of trilogies, perhaps? writing about it more, it feels like not only have the in-game sports of turf war been ripped out of its seedy home and thrust into the spotlight, and gone “mainstream” (see: massive squidsport companies investing in multimillion battle lobbies with holograms and lockers [sunken scroll about that!], flying coffee machines that grant you brief invincibility, new rules and techniques that allow squid surges and rolls, etc.), but also the Real Life Physical Video Game Cartridge of Splatoon has been popularized massively with the sequels on the Switch. maybe i’m not missing the “vibrancy” of splatoon 1 when i look at the colors and photomode filters of splatoon 3, but instead the inherent punkiness and counterculture inspiration that i see in the original.

fuck capitalism, i guess!

#splatoon 3 #long post #i did not think i’d be writing an essay tonight #on SPLATOON no less. i feel like im on storming the ivory tower #thats a good blog site btw i love their stuff #but anyways... i was like 12 or 13 when i first got splatoon 1 #i was an orange n-zap/carbon roller (i forget which kit) main #i never played any of the splatfests but i imagine they were really fun! #my internet connection in the basement was never really that good so i never played much.... i never finished story mode until years later #this also means that i'm probably misremembering specific splatoon 1 tidbits. let me know if i messed anything up? or whatever you think lo #it's 2:11 am and i need to wake up early lmao #goodnight and thanks for reading

[thecreaturecodex]

Slig

Concept art by Steven Olds, © Oddworld Inhabitants. Accessed at the Oddworld Wiki here

[Sponsored by @martyslittleusedblog. They're been trying to get me interested in monsters from platforming games for a while, and this is what hooked me. Partially because I remember Oddworld and Abe's Odyssee for the PS1. My cousin was the one with the Playstation, and he didn't like the game, but I remember poring over the manual and delighting in the concepts and the art. A dystopian game where a low level employee at a meat packing plant fights a corporate empire and becomes a reluctant Chosen One? Yes please!

The sligs are the main grunt force of said corporate empire, the Magog Cartel. Imagine if koopas carried shotguns. Apparently a slig slave revolt is a plot point in one of the later games. Good for them. If you're super worried about game balance, this is another monster, like the watchuka, that has a lot of treasure for its CR because guns and other ranged weapons are very expensive in Pathfinder 1e.]

Slig CR 4 NE Aberration This green skinned creature has a squid-like head with five finger-like feelers surrounding its mouth. It has large muscular arms and metal legs. It wears a set of red-tinted goggles and carries a large gun.

Sligs are eusocial mollusk-like creatures native to the swamps of the planet Mudos. They are most commonly found elsewhere as grunts, soldiers and assassins, as their queens have gladly sold the entire species to the Magog Cartel, a massive industrial empire. In exchange for unquestioning service, the Cartel provides sligs with greater mobility. A slig is born with strong forelimbs and stunted hind limbs, perfectly serviceable for pulling themselves between bodies of water, but good for little else. A slig in slig pants, however, can walk, jump and use its arms for carrying weapons; typically guns. Sligs love guns. Most sligs also wear goggles on a regular basis, both to protect their eyes (they are naturally nocturnal and live in foggy swamps) and because higher ups in the Magog Cartel find their beady eyes aesthetically displeasing.

Few sligs are very bright, but most of them are very cruel. Unlike many other eusocial sapient species but more similar to bumblebees and paper wasps, there is frequent infighting among sligs as they jockey for rank. The Cartel has managed to channel that into organized contests like kill counts, employee of the month bonuses and frequent games. Another privilege is the use of names—all sligs have a name, but using it publicly instead of a number and rank has to be earned by service to the Cartel. Sligs off duty are often found playing card games or sports, and those not playing are usually betting their spare income on such matches.

A slig stands about five feet tall. They are short lived, and considered adults by 2 years and ancient by 20.

Variant Sligs Sligs are naturally morphologically plastic, as they respond quickly to changes in hormone levels. In addition, different sligs may have different abilities due to different equipment and cybernetics bestowed on them by the Magog Cartel.  For example, Big Bro sligs are Large sligs who have to be equipped with special four-legged slig pants to support their weight, and are often given automatic weapons. Some sligs are given flying harnesses instead of pants—they have a fly speed of 40 feet (perfect), but no land speed. Other sligs, especially with class levels, may be equipped with heavier armor, flamethrowers, or rocket launchers.  

Slig          CR 4 XP 1,200 NE Medium aberration (aquatic) Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +6 Defense AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15(+2 Dex, +3 natural, +2 armor) hp 47 (5d8+25) Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +4 Weakness light blindness Offense Speed 30 ft., swim 20 ft. Melee 2 slams +4 (1d6+1) or heavy mace +4 (1d8+1) Ranged masterwork shotgun +6 (1d8) Statistics Str 13, Dex 15, Con 18, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 11 Base Atk +3; CMB +5; CMD 16 Feats Deadly Aim, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (firearms) (B), Gunsmithing (B), Point Blank Shot, Toughness Skills Acrobatics +8 (+12 when jumping), Craft (firearms) +2, Knowledge (engineering) +5, Perception +6, Survival +6 Languages Common, Slig SQ amphibious, slig pants, uplifted Ecology Environment any land Organization solitary, pair, squad (3-8), troop (9-24) or army (25-100) Treasure standard (veemod goggles with brown veemod, 2 batteries, masterwork shotgun with 10 pellet cartridges and 10 slug cartridges, heavy mace, other treasure) Special Abilities Slig Pants (Ex) Most sligs encountered wear slig pants, a set of robotic lower legs designed for a slig to sit in and control. These pants grant the slig a 30 foot land speed, a +2 armor bonus to AC (that doesn’t stack with worn armor) and a +4 racial bonus to Acrobatics checks. A slig without its pants on has a land speed of only 5 feet, and cannot use manufactured weapons as it needs its hands to move. A slig without pants is a CR 3 creature. A slig’s pants are destroyed when the creature is slain (and cannot be worn by anything besides a slig regardless). Uplifted (Ex) A slig gains Exotic Weapon Proficiency (firearms) and Gunsmithing as bonus feats.

#slig #oddword #abe's oddysee #video games #sponsored post

[lermisv4]

Reasons why Maya Amano is the best thing to happen in MegaTen ever

1. She is a functioning adult in exactly ONE (1) aspect of her life (her job) and a disaster in everything else.

2. Twenty-three and still sleeps with her favourite plush toy, which same bestie. Same. Thank you for validating me.

3. Carries that plush toy EVERYWHERE. Including alien spaceships, underwater ruins and other life or death situations.

4. The only thing she ever bothers to clean (other than her clothes) is her stereo.

5. Was given a pair of custom handguns by a high-schooler she literally just met and never questioned it.

6. Pacified Cthulhu - like, the actual literal Cthulhu - by giving him canned tuna.

7. Ironically, while she has pyrophobia her solution to almost everything is fire.

8. Gunned down mobsters and the army for the sake of talking to a kid who does everything in his power to avoid her.

9. Ever seen Megidola reflected in someone’s face? Maya can do it!

10. Scuba diving is a very cool hobby.

11. Nobody knows how she got her driving license, but she makes everyone regret it.

12. She is oblivious to the above.

13. Once tried to interrogate a corpse right after she killed him.

14. Not afraid to swear in front of elementary schoolers.

15. Only person ever to make Tatsuya fucking Suou shrug helplessly and coming from that guy you know it’s a big deal.

16. The mom friend, except that she’s the “that’s cool sweetheart, let me show you how the experts do it” type of mom.

17. Was also given a pair of hundguns by a serial killer who tried to kill her, but she decided to keep them anyway.

18. The guns are pink. Imagine being a special forces operative powered by magitech, killed by a cute reporter chick with pink handguns.

19. Can and will interview ANYTHING. Including gods.

20. Also killed the serial killer twice.

21. Abducted the dude who conned her bestie. Yes the police knew. They did notthing to stop her.

22. Someone put a hit on her for being too cute. To their defense, there was too much alcohol involved, but still.

23. Despite befriending Cthulhu, she hates squids.

24. Her response to killing demons is “Sorry~! ;)”

25. Thinks that eating squid is the ultimate sacrifice she can make.

26. Accidentally made her boss regret her life choices.

27. Kicked her own ass twice.

28. She’s a closet gambling fanatic.

29. Burn scars are valid even if they’re hidden.

30. She finds crabs so cute that they’re her favourite food.

31. The female bartender and that high class casino bar is openly gay for her.

32. Killed the god who killed her.

#this is a maya amano appreciation post #play persona 2 #persona 2 #maya amano #honestly i have next to no clue on how to convey her attitude #she's just special #and everyone else gives up on reason by being near her #i said i would do an appreciation post for her and i did it #pink handguns #she's just as crazy as tatsuya #a worthy protagonist successor #original post #innocent sin #eternal punishment

[aliceisathome]

My friend who's heavily into Kdrama keeps asking me if I've watched this and that and the answer is usually no - I've been really busy and when I do find time I'm usually watching Thai stuff (without being explicit). So she only goes and finds a Thai drama on Netflix to watch together. Gah. Which is the backstory to why I watched a het drama called Ready Set Love on Saturday.

Premise: because of a mysterious pandemic the male population of the world is greatly outnumbered by the female and the birthrate for boys is only 0.009%. In Thailand there are only c.350 males and they are idolised, kept safe from birth in a government run facility called The Farm.

Plot: as they get to their 20s the boys are paired up with women on a reality type show Ready Set Love 5 boys and 50 girls- 45 of who from the wealthy elite (including a clique called 'The Organics' who were born 'naturally' rather than through IVF - shades of Mean Girls) but 5 contestants are chosen by lottery from the general pubic. Our heroine is one of these; entered by her sister she agrees to take part in the hope that, if she wins, she'll be able to access the medical treatment her sister needs. Cue shenanigans.

It's a romcom with thriller elements - there's the uncovering of a conspiracy, some disturbing actions by the government, an underground resistance etc but there's also this completely bonkers game show, and it is bonkers. It's almost Squid Game like in its madness (without the death).

Because of the set up the vast majority of the cast - from crew to security to vendors to hospital staff to, well, everyone - is female. It's a really interesting take and also, of course, it means that there are a lot of lesbian couples. What about the boys though? What if one of them were gay? Well, we do get crumbs of a side couple so if @heretherebedork watches they will be delighted.

And I enjoyed it. Only 6 eps and with a good budget which meant that the over-the-top gameshow special effects etc were excellent. Some of the comedy was cringy but hey, it's Thailand so it's only to be expected and if I can sit through a Cheewin comedy I can handle anything.

Worth a watch if you need a BL break. Or even if you don't.

#Thai Drama #Netflix #Ready Set Love #Mean Girls #Man from Step by Step is one of the Grooms #A world without men #Lesbian side couple #crumbs of a gay side couple #Squid Game without the death but with nationwide humiliation on TV #Fictional reality show #Youtube

[whumpsday]

some facts about the world of my kane & jim mermay special bc i can't stop thinking about this world

^ kane and his pilot fish at the aquarium

vampires:

in this world, the entire idea of a vampire is an aquatic creature. there are no land vampires, and if someone were to conceptualize one for fiction, they'd have to say it like that. land vampires...

vampires are more biological and less magical than the ones in the main series, but still a little magical.

vampires both eat meat (fish/seals/etc) and drink blood. they can drink most kinds of blood, but human blood is the most delicious, which is why kane went after jim.

vampires can live either solitarily or in groups/pods. if a pod gets too big to be sustainable, the smallest members will generally be kicked out.

vampires are usually around 10-15 feet, about the same as a great white shark. kane is on the smaller side at around 9 feet.

i know groups of sharks are called shivers, but groups of vampires are called pods because i like it :)

they have lots of spiky teeth!!! not just two fangs!

some vampires have their own languages. some have spoken language (mildly common), some have sign language (more common), some have both (uncommon), and some have neither or only a few signs/words (most common). it varies from pod to pod. they are extremely good language-learners, like human children, and can easily learn another pod's language if they find a mate they don't share one with. if a vampire pod does not use language and finds themselves in a situation where they need one, they will invent one as needed.

scientific name for the genus is Vampyroselakhos, took inspiration from the vampire squid. idk about species name

two of them. 😏

weaknesses:

vampires can die easier than k&j vamps but less easy than real fish. they can starve to death, though it takes a lot for that to happen, several months without food. they will heal most injuries (with scarring), but they can't regrow whole limbs and will die if things get super gory.

most vampires are highly allergic to wood, which can kill them if it gets in their bloodstream.

residing in deeper waters, vampires are very easily sunburned, but like a normal human sunburn. they also can't see well in daylight.

vampires can breathe air for short periods of time, but will start to asphyxiate if out of the water for more than about an hour. if left without breathable water for about 6 hours, they will die.

they are saltwater fish and cannot tolerate freshwater. being left in freshwater will make their cells start to rupture (this is true of irl saltwater fish). they can survive this for small periods of time but not sustainably.

vampire/human relations:

vampires are known to be sapient beings, but also vicious predators who will actively take humans from beaches and boats and usually kill them--far more dangerous than actual sharks! despite the sapience, they are legally considered animals, not people, in the vast majority of the world.

vampires have some protections. they're protected from abuse/inhumane treatment under animal abuse laws, and it's illegal to keep a vampire in captivity without proper clearance, due to both the safety risk they pose and the wellbeing of the vampire. what the fishers did to kane was super illegal!

clearance to keep a vampire captive usually involves the vampire consenting to it, unless the vampire is an orphaned baby.

hunting vampires is illegal, though most people who encounter them did not go looking on purpose.

due to the safety risk they pose, it is legal to kill wild vampires on sight as long as long as you don't go purposely hunting for them. like polar bears, if you see a wild vampire approaching, you're pretty much already dead unless you have a gun. unlike polar bears, vampires are not an endangered or threatened species.

it is illegal to sell vampires, dead or alive, including vampire body parts or teeth. it is, however, legal to eat them if you kill one yourself under legal circumstances, and they taste quite good. (though it's vampires eating humans more often than the other way around.) there is a black market for vampires, generally dead.

kane:

kane was kicked out of his pod for being too small :(

kane's pod did not use much language. he learned his first from jim, the fishers, and the aquarium staff. his pod did have spoken names.

his time in the fishers' tiny, cramped tank left him with physical issues that prevented him from swimming normally for months. he needed physical therapy surgeries for broken bones, and general medical care. this was extremely terrifying for him, but everyone did their best to help keep him feeling calm and safe. and pain meds work on vampires in this AU which is nice for him :)

when kane was first brought to the aquarium, he was kept in a smaller (but still very much healthy-sized) tank in the medical area. honestly probably one of the largest tanks they have in the medical area. after his more urgent injuries were healed, he was offered the option of staying there where it's private, or being moved into a VERY large tank in the public viewing area. he chose the latter, having extreme claustrophobia.

he was extremely scared of all the aquarium staff at first and needed to be gently coaxed whenever they needed to do medical checkups. however, kane was won over easily with food and pain medication.

after kane is healed and completes physical therapy, the vet tells him he's free to go back to the ocean. he declines, opting to stay at the aquarium.

they end up getting him a Therapist therapist, for his mental health, as well. kane doesn't really "get it".

as kane's time at the aquarium goes on, he becomes more comfortable around humans. he's an incredibly popular attraction, and he starts to relish in the positive attention from aquarium guests. he does spins in the water and takes pride in the amazed looks he gets for something so simple as being himself. he gets REALLY into it.

he does a lil educational program with bellamy where people can ask them questions about vampires (kane has the lived experience, bellamy has the more scientific/biological answers)

kane's tank at the aquarium doesn't have much in the way of other living animals at first, given kane could (and would) eat them. however, he has a lot of nice plants. after he's built up some trust with the staff and done some work on his food insecurity, they add some pilot fish in with him. kane considers them his beloved pets.

human characters:

jim was rescued by cave-divers who discovered him while kane was away. he was near-dead from infection.

bellamy's family owns some terrible exploitative unethical seaworld-type mega-aquarium. bellamy defiantly left for an ethically-run/normal smaller aquarium

bellamy's coworkers tease him about having a crush on a fish (in a lighthearted friendly way)

not sure yet what i want liz's deal to be in this au

i get all my knowledge of how aquariums function from 1. finding dory and 2. aquatope on white sand, so don't be mad at me if i got stuff wrong <3 blame the media

#k&j misc

[animasola86]

6: A Special Kind of Liquid

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Summary: Things continue and take a strange turn as you and Sebastian (literally) ride out the effects of the strange aphrodisiac the squid has "blessed" you with. (Last chapter of the Squid Smut Series!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader Genre: Smut // Words: 8.8k // [READ ON AO3]

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Excessive amounts of cum. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Breeding kink. Deep (impossible) penetration. (Additional tags on AO3!) Read at your own risk!

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“You'll wake it...” you whine out quietly as Sebastian adds another finger, rubbing his groin against your leg almost needily.

“I'll be very quiet,” he hums back, pushing his fingers firmly in and out of you, while you hold your breath, hoping not to disturb the squid nestling in your bum.

Your breath hitches when he suddenly claims your mouth, pushing his tongue into it at the same time as he pushes a third finger into your wetness. Moaning against his lips, you're barely able to kiss him back, but he doesn't mind, closing his lips around yours, licking and sucking and nibbling, delving deeper, just like his fingers as he curls them inside you, expertly rubbing against your g-spot. Your limbs twitch as you force yourself to not lose it all over again.

But too late, as soon as your muscles contract, clamping down on his digits, you feel a deep thrumming inside your bowels. With a strained wail, you melt into his touches, letting him finger you senseless, kiss you breathless, and when he gently rolls you fully onto your back and lies on top of you, your eyes roll back as that special kind of vertigo assaults your senses once more.

His erection presses between your legs, guided by his wet fingers, and when he enters you with one swift motion, easily bottoming out in you, you moan into his mouth, your body jerking up under the sudden intrusion. The squid inside you stirs, but instead of moving along with the rapid rhythm of firmly slamming hips, it just thrums deeply, a constant vibration making your insides churn even more as the tension and pressure builds and builds.

Loud groans and grunts fill your ears as you lie beneath Sebastian's broad body, motionless, spent and at your absolute limit, yet he doesn't seem to care as he ruts into you with reckless abandon, pounding his length deep inside your tight space, each stab accompanied by wet squelching noises followed by shrill squeaks falling from your aching throat every time he prods your cervix almost brutally.

It feels as if he's splitting you right open, his weight and strength pushing you into the cushions, fingers gripping soft flesh, adding to the already existing bruises. And deep inside you is a throbbing sensation, making your muscles clench tighter and tighter around whatever occupies your cavities. You cry out soundlessly, body squirming and writhing, fighting the overwhelming assault on your senses.

Something warm floods your bowels, that burning liquid, oozing from the squid, seeping into your flesh, numbing the tension. You feel it stirring inside you, woken by the ruthless pistoning of the thick cock, whose bulging veins scrape over your sensitive flesh, whose thick head almost pierces your womb, whose girthy shaft rubs along your stretched entrance. Heavy balls slap against your bum, causing the creature lodged within to move with every thrust.

Your mind slips then, as exhaustion grips you, pulls you along, drags you into the darkness as everything happening to you fades to black...

You wake up with a sticky feeling between your thighs, on your whole body to be exact. Stirring on the lumpy, slightly damp surface of the couch, you roll onto your back, legs falling open, globs of white creamy substance seeping out of your clenching holes. You inhale sharply, tasting something bitter on your tongue before a pungent smell attacks your nostrils. Something warm and thick drips down your chin, and when you move, there's more of it on your breasts and your stomach. Even the couch is covered in it.

Leaning up on your elbow, you look around, feeling drowsy and confused. There's a strange emptiness inside you, no pressure or specific aches, although your insides churn, and when you shift again, something seems to be almost sloshing around inside you. You frown deeply. Despite the abundance of cum on your skin, there are two things you are missing immediately. The familiar tension of having a little squid shoved into one of your holes, and Sebastian.

Your eyes wander through the dimly lit Undercroft. What happened? You wonder, scratching your neck, retrieving your hand with more white stuff on it. What the bloody hell happened?

Breathing deeply, you sit up, rolling your shoulders. “Sebastian?” you ask quietly, your voice hoarse and barely recognizable. Slowly the soreness returns to your muscles, especially to your throat. Raising a hand to rub it gently, you take another look around. “Sebastian?”

Suddenly you see him, sitting on the floor, legs hugged to his chest, back turned to you, in a corner far away from you. Your eyebrows furrow. You stand up carefully, wiping at the sticky stuff on your skin, as your legs wobble beneath you. You almost lose your balance, yelping quietly, before you hold onto a nearby barrel to steady yourself. The longer you stand, the more your loins hurt, but you breathe through the pain and slowly make your way towards the crouched form of your boyfriend.

When you place a shaking hand on his shoulder, he flinches, issuing a strained little growl, but he doesn't look at you. You see his body shuddering slightly.

“What happened?” you ask aloud, your voice still raspy, and speaking hurts more than you've thought.

He doesn't reply immediately, head sunken on his arms. When he speaks, his voice is low and raw, muffled. “I... lost control...”

You frown even more, slowly going down on your knees, your hands on his arm as you urge him to look at you. He doesn't. “What do you mean?” you ask, although you have a notion what he means. But maybe you need to hear him say it.

“It's because of that thing...” he mumbles, slowly raising his head as he points ahead of him. There, in a little cage designed for singing birds, sits the not-so-little squid, shaking in its place as if humming violently, its eight arms coiled around the bars of its confinement.

You feel a wave of anger washing over you, seeing your precious pet treated like this, and you wince as you lean forwards but are held back by Sebastian's strong hand pulling you away from the cage. You stare at him, and when you meet his brown eyes, he quickly looks down again, shame plastered all over his freckled face.

“What do you mean?” you ask the same question again, slightly more demandingly and pointedly, despite the gravelly rasp of your broken voice, as you fall back on your knees slowly.

“Those... liquids that it... exudes...” he tries to explain, his voice feeble, strained as he stares at the squid. “Those must have... hallucinogenic properties... or... work like an... aphrodisiac...” He takes a shuddering breath. “I... don't know what happened... one moment I was... on top of you, and the next... I... ugh...”

You watch him closely, your anger switching with confusion and then... understanding. Looking down at your soiled body, you swallow hard, immediately wincing when your throat aches from the motion. He looks at you then, noticing your discomfort, and his eyebrows furrow even more, a truly saddened look sinking into his dark eyes.

“I am sorry,” he breathes, pressing his lips together to stop them from trembling. “I... I would never...”

“I know,” you whisper back as his voice breaks, and you put your hands back on his arm, scooting closer. He slowly relaxes under your touch.

“Are you hurting?” he asks softly as he leans his head against yours.

“I'll be fine,” you reply, moving one hand into his hair, lazily digging through his locks. “I might need a bath... and a deep scrub...”

His body shakes slightly when he lets out a short chuckle. “But no more dips in the Lake, okay?”

You shudder deeply as your eyes wander to the squid in its cage. Several emotions rush through you, ranging from disappointment to relief to a feeling of loss and a strange yearning. You are deeply conflicted. You know you probably shouldn't keep the (not-so) little creature. It had been fine for a whole month in which you've had the most amazing experiences, but seeing that it went all down the drain in just one night, you realize this might not work in the long run.

Not if you wanted to stay with Sebastian.

You have to choose, and in the end, the choice is pretty obvious. With a deep inhale, you wrap your arms around him and wedge your body right between his bent knees, pressing your sticky skin against his, and instead of being repulsed by it, he hugs you back, pulls you into his lap and crosses his feet behind you, really caging you in. He pushes his face into the crook of your neck and breathes deeply, his arms tight around your shoulders.

“Shall we bring it back?” you whisper after a long moment of resting in the comforting embrace before you turn your head slightly and look towards the little cage.

Your eyes widen when you realize the bars of it are bent out of shape and the cage itself is completely empty. When Sebastian notices the same thing, he quickly pulls you to your feet and lifts you off the ground by wrapping one arm under your rear, securely holding you against him.

“Where is it?” he gasps, looking around frantically.

Your heart is beating faster as you lean your arms on his shoulders, following his gaze. His bare feet tap around quietly as he walks you back to the couch, yet he doesn't put you down, instead holding you against himself protectively, his face grazing your breasts when he turns his head left and right. You look down at him, leaning back slightly.

“Forget about it,” you whisper hoarsely. He meets your gaze, tilting his chin up. Your hands cup his face. “It's probably already in the sewers and then back home in no time...” Your words fill you with a sense of loss as you imagine your cute little squid pet swimming through the Lake, probably looking for its next unsuspecting victim.

He shifts you on his arms, tightening the grip around your backside. “What if it comes back... for more?”

You shiver at the thought, unsure if it's fear or arousal. “I think I'm safe,” you say with a slight smirk, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks. “As long as you don't come in contact with it...” you add teasingly. His face warms under your touch, and he looks away with a deep exhale.

“You know, I almost wish I'd remember what happened...” he then whispers, gently putting you down on a nearby crate (after checking for any lurking creatures). “I mean... seeing you like this, covered in my cum...” He clears his throat. “Must have been quite the experience...”

You snort, swaying your feet as you press your legs together and lean back on your arms. “It's also quite impressive... I mean, the sheer amount of it...” you breathe out with a soft chuckle, looking down at the dried up flecks on your stomach. Curiously you poke at it, scratching it off your skin mindlessly. His hand finds your wrist, and you look up in surprise.

His dark eyes bore into yours. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up!” he says firmly, ready to scoop you up into his arms again.

You hold him back. “I thought you liked seeing me like this...”

He scoffs. “I... do, but... next time, I want to be present when I... do that,” he mutters almost stubbornly, letting his eyes wander over your skin. “I want to see it hit your skin, feel the pressure when it shoots out, see it dripping down your body...” He licks his lips, his voice a breathy whisper as he stares at your mouth. “I... want to see you... swallow it all...”

A deep shiver makes you gasp softly before you reach your hands out and grab his arms, pulling him closer to you. He steps between your thighs, gently pushing them open, his gaze still scanning your body. Your fingers glide over his chest downwards, the muscles in his stomach tensing as you graze them.

“I want that too,” you whisper back breathlessly, that tension in your gut coiling up all over again.

Biting your lip, you look up at him, seeing the same desire burning in his brown eyes. Without breaking eye contact, you lower your hands until they brush against his erection. You're surprised he is already this hard, his tip coated in precum and the veins on his shaft throbbing badly as you move your fingers over them. You don't want to tell him this, but you have the feeling he's bigger than usual. Much bigger.

“Is this... still –” you stammer slightly, looking down finally, confirming your suspicion. He is huge! (He's always been rather big, but not this big...)

“– from that bloody squid thing? Yes. I've been this hard since I came to... Some potent stuff, eh?” He inhales sharply, probably in quite the discomfort in this state. Though you'd like to think you might be in more discomfort, imagining him doing it all to you with that thing. Especially your throat hurts just looking at his girth.

“Potent, yes,” you chuckle softly, trying to laugh it off, as you wrap both of your hands around his length, gently squeezing him. “So, do you need some help with this?” you offer quietly.

He raises his eyebrows, surprise plastered all over his freckled face. “Really? After everything I've done to you?”

“What? Do you expect me to run away just because you fucked me a little too hard?” You chuckle, continuing to stroke him expertly.

“A little? I... I think I did a little more than that...” he stammers, tilting his head.

“I thought you can't remember...”

“I can't... it's all a blur... but...” He extends his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just looking at you, I know I've been pretty rough with you...” He cups your cheek and presses his thumb against your bottom lip. “I've certainly fucked your throat,” he says quietly before his hand moves down your neck, his long fingers tentatively closing around it, squeezing lightly. “Choked you too...”

You inhale deeply as you follow the movement of his hand downwards. He brushes his fingertips against your breasts before flicking your nipples that harden under the touch.

“And I've fucked your tits...” he utters, letting a finger glide through the valley between them, scraping at a speck of dried cum. “And unloaded all over you... from your face to your chest to your stomach...” His hand moves lower, teasing your mound. “And by the looks of it, I might have fucked both of your holes... and filled them to the brim...” He teases a finger between your folds, the wet squelching sound confirming his words.

You swallow hard before you take a shuddering breath, licking your swollen lips as you watch him raise his hand, seeing a thick glob of creamy cum on his fingertip. Without even thinking, you let go of his cock and cradle his hand between your fingers instead, bringing it closer to your mouth. You hold his heated gaze as you extend your tongue and lick along his calloused fingertip, tasting his still warm essence. His eyebrows shoot up as he watches you closely, a deep shudder rushing through his body.

“And I believe we're both still under the influence of that squid juice, huh?” he says, his voice hoarse, his whole body tense as he steps slowly closer, pressing between your legs.

“Probably,” you reply, your own voice a breathy whisper. As your heart beats faster inside your heaving chest, you can only focus on one thing: the taste lingering on your tongue.

For a long moment, or so it seems, you just stare at each other, taking in the sight of the other's arousal, trying to make sense of those intense feelings inside you, the need, the yearning, the burning desire. Your breath hitches, and when you make up your mind on what to do, you place your hands on his chest and push him back before you jump off the crate, grab his shoulders, spin him around and not so gently shove him against the old wooden box.

He gasps, and when you get down on your knees in front of him, your hands gliding down his body until you grip his thighs, he inhales sharply as you start licking up and down his hard member, breathing heavily against his hot flesh. Cursing under his breath, he leans back, his body tensing under your ministrations.

Your mind is filled with that special kind of dizziness, no coherent thought is able to penetrate the haze inside it, all you do is follow the instincts of your body, its urges. And so you lap at his cock as if it's the most delicious piece of meat you've ever tasted (he probably is), your tongue gliding up from his base in one long broad stroke, over throbbing veins and tight sweaty skin, until you curl it along his tip, sucking and nibbling on it hungrily.

His noises range from shuddering breaths to deep groans to low growls and sinful moans. Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you see his face contorted in nothing but pleasure, his eyes closed, eyebrows knitted, mouth hanging open. You continue your assault on him by closing your lips tightly around his tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard, pulling more and more drops of precum out of his slit that you lap up with fervour.

Your own noises are muffled, rapid huffs against his skin, deep hums vibrating through his cock as you take him deeper into your mouth, your tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft, feeling his erratic heartbeat thrumming against it, while your lips tighten around him as you bob your head back and forth, the friction on his hot skin causing you both to groan deeply.

Your eyes flutter shut as you force him deeper until he hits the back of your throat, and despite the initial soreness and reluctance of it, you press forward, your hands gripping his hips as you pull your head closer until your nose is pressed into his curly hairs and his cockhead is buried deep inside your throat, blocking your airways, enhancing the dizziness inside your head.

He lets out a strained grunt, stumbling against the crate, before his hands grab your hair, fisting it roughly as he pulls you even closer, holding you there until tears press past your lashes and the urge to gag grows stronger. Eventually you do, the uncontrollable shudders of your body making you twitch against him as spit and bile force their way up your throat, and as your fingernails dig into his skin, he releases you, and you lean back, spluttering and coughing, precum and saliva dripping from your lips as you take deep rasping breaths.

Wiping your soiled mouth, your chest heaving, you don't even care about the state you're in, you go right back to sucking him off, licking and nibbling and bobbing your head, repeating the motion, deliberately swallowing around him, until you feel him twitching inside your mouth. You lean back then, mouth wide open, tongue extended, hands gripping his base and balls, his heavy cock bouncing slightly against your lips as he climaxes with a loud drawn-out groan.

Holding your face in place, you barely flinch when his cum hits your skin, the first erratic drops painting your cheek and the bridge of your nose before the rest shoots right into your mouth, piling on your tongue, more and more, until your cheeks bulge when you have to swallow it, more spurts hitting your closed lips when you do, dripping down your chin, before you open up again, taking more.

The squid juice seems to lose its potency slowly, because apparently, unlike last time, he is able to stop at some point, though you've still received at least three mouthful and numerous hits to the face and to your chest. He is panting when he is finally spent, his own hand gripping his still erect penis as his eyes wander over the mess he made on you.

You lean back on your knees and lick your lips, wiping some lumps out of your eyes, before you scoop some up on your fingers to bring them to your mouth, though not to lick it off but to push your digits deep into your mouth to suck on them. He takes a shuddering breath, and the next thing you know, he is kneeling in front of you, pulling at your hand, grabbing your face and forcing his tongue into your mouth.

You kiss him back with need, your head spinning, all your senses so heightened you feel as if you're floating. He's holding you steady, your tongues entangled, licking and sucking, soft moans and whimpers falling from both of your throats. He ends up sitting with his back pressed to the crate while you climb onto his lap, his erection bumping against your stomach as you straddle him.

The kiss continues, messy and desperate, and after you grind your pelvis against him for a few long moments, his hands wander down your sides, pinching at your hips before grabbing your rear, kneading your soft flesh, pulling your cheeks apart and pressing you even closer to him. You shift only slightly, one hand between your bodies, until you grab his cock and guide it towards your needy entrance, your juices coating your sensitive skin, your walls already clenching in anticipation.

Lifting your hips a bit, you let his tip slip into your warmth, the stretch to your skin more than you've anticipated, but you keep going, slowly lowering yourself onto him, letting gravity assist you, until he is fully sheathed inside you, crown bullying your cervix, your walls moulded to his shaft, balls teasing at your folds. He fills you to perfection, and you moan deeply into his mouth as your hands lace around his neck, thumbs pressing against his throat teasingly.

His dark gaze meets yours while his hands grip your hips, deepening the bruises he's already left there, and you shudder under the sensation. Licking your raw lips, you stare at him, then dive back in to shove your tongue into his mouth, your combined moans echoing through the Undercroft. You don't even move at first, relishing in the fullness of having him inside you, warm and hard and throbbing, and for the tiniest moment your thoughts wander back to your little squid friend as you wonder where it is and if it will fill you out like this ever again.

Those thoughts dissipate the second Sebastian starts bucking his hips up, spearing you as he pushes even deeper, and you gasp against his lips, the sudden sting piercing through your nerves. Leaning back, your hands on his shoulders, you try to control your heavy breaths, watching him with a hunger you've never felt before.

Then you finally shift on your knees, straining your muscles to lift yourself up, and your walls cling to his cock as you move upwards, only to clench back around him once you slam down again forcefully. The motion causes him to groan while you press your lips together, a concentrated look on your face as you relish in the sharp pain whenever he hits your cervix. Repeating the same agonizingly slow rhythm, your body is soon covered in goosebumps, quiet whimpers escaping past your trembling lips.

His fingers dig into your hips as he lets you ride his erection, watching you with his pupils dilated and his tongue between his lips, breathing loudly through his nose. As you arch your head back, your hair falling over your shoulders, you moan loudly, your own slow pace driving you nearly insane. The more you move, the wetter you become, the combination of old and fresh liquids squelching with every downwards slam of your hips.

You feel dizzy again, barely able to keep going, and so it's him who picks up speed as he grips your hips even tighter, denting your skin, and starts thrusting upwards, bending his knees for you to lean against and for him to have better leverage as his thighs strain against your cushioned arse.

And while he bounces you on his lap, impaling you roughly with each quick snap of his pelvis, your fingers dig into his shoulders before you slump forwards with quiet, irregular whimpers, your forehead brushing against his as he looks at you intently, your eyelids fluttering as much as your walls flutter around his cock.

The sound you issue is a strained gasp, your throat unable to convey the sensation bubbling up inside you as you come with a force that shudders through your body like an earthquake. Your fingernails sink into his skin as your body convulses, your muscles contract, clamping down on him hard, and he groans under the pressure, barely able to keep moving as you tighten up almost impossibly.

He wraps his arms around you as you shiver, your orgasm crashing through you in waves of uncontrollable twitches, your head rolling back, your mouth hanging open as you stare up at the vaulted ceiling even though you cannot see a thing as bright lights and black spots dance in tandem at the edge of your vision, the familiar sensation of dizzy weightlessness taking over everything you feel.

While you float above it all, Sebastian anchors you to the ground, his embrace bone-crushingly strong as he grits his teeth and works his hips against the tight hold of your walls, his legs trembling as he pushes his feet firmly against the dirty floor, his knees shaking, his thighs straining, while he slips in and out of your contracting cunt until he lets out an almost animalistic growl as the tension within him breaks free.

With one final upwards thrust that pushes him deeper than ever before, he releases his load inside you, warm and sticky and unrelenting, cock twitching and spasming, his balls tightening as he empties himself fully, filling you to the brim and beyond until it slowly starts dripping from your tight connection. He collapses against you, holding you with his muscles aching, his head resting on your shoulder, his heavy breaths loud in your ear.

Eventually you come to, your head spinning, the warmth flooding your insides enough to ground you again. Your arms snake around his neck, hands rubbing over sweaty skin, your chest heaving against his. Both panting and exhausted, bodies pushed to their limits, you remain sitting on his cock for a long while, muscles clenching and relaxing around him, more of his seed dripping out of you.

You feel sticky all over and you couldn't care less. There's still not a single coherent thought inside your mind, there's only instincts. The smell of sex lingers in the air, and it fills your nostrils as you inhale deeply, sucking it in as if you can't get enough of it. And you can't. You slowly loosen your grip around Sebastian's shoulders and lean back against his propped-up legs, shifting on top of him.

He also moves back, head resting against the crate as he watches you out of hooded eyes, licking his lips while breathing loudly through his nose. You hold his gaze, hearts beating in tandem as you assess the situation, seemingly gathering your strength, knowing you are not done yet.

And sure enough, after the tension between you gets to both of your heads (or sexes more likely), his hands find your waist and he pulls you off his lap with ease, even though your walls cling to him as he does, and when he gently lies you down between his legs, your connection breaks and his cock slips out, followed by several globs of creamy cum that spill from your oversaturated cunt.

You're lying on your back, not even bothering about the dusty stone floor, looking up at him as he scrambles over you, your chest rising and falling fast, and when he leans down to press open-mouthed kisses to your quivering breasts, you gasp softly and relax beneath him, your skin tingling as he starts sucking on it hungrily, slowly working more and more bruises into it.

Breathing heavily against you, he makes his way up to your neck, continuing his ruthless assault as he nibbles on your pulse, sucking and licking, while you squirm slightly against him, your hands clawing at his arms, that tension in your stomach building up all over again. You press your feet to the ground and angle your hips up, missing the close contact as you push your pelvis against his needily.

He leans back and looks at you from under his lashes, his eyes nearly black with his pupils dilated, and the hunger within them almost scary. You swallow hard, ignoring the sting to your throat, and lick your lips. You see him clenching his jaw, that muscle flexing under his skin, and then he is in your face, mouth claiming yours for a searing kiss that leaves you completely dizzy.

But it's only a short, intense one before he leans back again, settling between your spread legs on his knees, his hand wrapping around his surprisingly still erect cock. You watch him breathlessly, the heat pulsing inside you, and when he pushes his tip against your folds, you inhale sharply, expecting your muscles to protest, but because his cum is still coating your walls, he slips in with ease, pushing into you with a loud squelching sound as he presses his seed deeper.

The sensation sends goosebumps over your limbs, even more so when he repeats the motion once more, and once more, over and over again, always fully pulling out, watching new globs of cum spilling from your clenching entrance, then pushing back in, until you're slightly gaping and all his seed is deposited deep enough to stay where it is. Only then does he enter you fully, easing his passage into your tight warmth with tiny thrusts before he bottoms out with a deep sigh falling from his lips.

You're a mewling mess, your stomach tensing as he fills you again. But he doesn't move yet, he stays there, sheathed as far as he can go, as he grabs your legs and presses them to your chest, holding your thighs firmly in place as he leans over you. Your arms are splayed beside your head, sweat trickling down your temple, your eyes unfocused as you look up at him.

He watches you, his breaths heavy, his dark eyes wandering over your flushed skin, over the love bites blooming on the soft mounds of your breasts and on the slender column of your neck, and over the fresh and dried streaks of his cum sticking to your chest and face. Seeing you marked like this, makes his heart race and his cock pulse inside your warm embrace. Marked as his.

It might be the squid fluid still clouding his mind, but maybe it's something else, something he's always stored away because he thought it might be too much, too strange, too outlandish to even think about.

Well, not as outlandish as your desire to shove a small tentacle monster into your holes, but still nothing he would just talk about freely. Not now while you're both stressed about exams and the future, even though those things have not crossed either of your minds during however long you've spent in this sex frenzy now.

But the thought comes back to him now, as he sees you splayed out beneath him, your feet dangling in the air, held wide open while he is balls deep inside your clenching cunt. He wants to go deeper. He wants to really mark you, deep within, he wants to fill your womb until you're overflowing, until any protective charm or potion gives out, he wants to breed you.

And seeing how achingly potent that stupid squid has made him just by oozing its fluids all over him (and you), it's the only thing he can think about now that his mind has passed the more animalistic phase of just rutting into you uncontrollably. Now the same rutting has a purpose.

It's like a sign from the gods, not that he ever believed in any higher power, but somehow the existence of a tiny sea creature that had the audacity to crawl into your pussy uninvited, which has been his for the last two years, made him realize that he needed to do more. He wanted to support you in your needs for unusual satisfaction, he wanted to be cool about it, but deep within he wants you to himself, inside and out, all of you, it should all be his!

With the squid gone, to hopefully never be seen again, this is his chance. To reclaim you, to show you that you don't need a strange creature to satisfy your deepest, darkest desires. All you'll ever need is him.

And while he imagines prodding your cervix, forcing it open to penetrate your womb so he can fill it to the brim and beyond, you lie beneath him, wondering why he is smiling down at you with that strangely absent look in his dark eyes. Has he forgotten that he's buried balls deep inside your needily clenching cunt? Should you remind him or rather use the quiet moment to try and catch your breath, knowing that he will probably continue your squid-juice-induced lust for each other.

You don't have to ponder this for too long, because suddenly he snaps out of it again, inhaling sharply as his fingers tighten around your thighs, pressing them firmer down as he shifts on top of you. But instead of using the position he's in to really piston his hard erection into you, he collapses on top of you, smothering you under his weight, his arms snaking past your legs as they cradle your head between his big hands. You can't breathe, but you also don't care as he kisses your earlobe and whispers:

“I love you.”

These three quiet words, barely audible, said with passion and desperation, make you shiver more than how his cock currently prods your deepest point. Exhaling the rest of the air left in your lungs, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, as close as possible, hands flat on his shoulder blades as your bodies mould together even more.

You feel his muscles moving under your touch, and while his lips press to that sweet spot right below your earlobe, his hips press down on you hard, and with the very uncomfortable stone floor in your back, not giving you any leeway, you can't help but cry out loudly as he impales you deeper than ever before, that sharp sting shuddering through you painfully.

The dizziness is back inside your head, and as he starts to give you short but rapid stabs, you're quickly overcome with that mixture of pain and pleasure, so close to the edge of making you scream in agony and mewl in nothing but bliss. Balancing the rather unfamiliar sensation, you groan and grunt with every slam of his hips against your tightly folded body as his cock slips in and out fast, now really pistoning into you with ease, with your juices flowing freely and your walls fluttering around him, stretching more with every deep thrust that seems to pierce right through your cervix.

He growls into your ear, arms tight around your shoulders as he holds you during his relentless assault, unaware of the tears streaming down your face and the quiet squeaks of discomfort that fall from your trembling lips, he doesn't even care that your fingernails draw blood on his back as you cling to him helplessly. He keeps going, faster and faster, in and out, deeper and deeper as he pounds away at you, balls slapping against your bum, those wet squelching noises echoing through the Undercroft.

It is when he seems to breach territory he might have never breached before, that you come around his cock with a shrill drawn-out scream, your walls clamping down on him, possibly trying to pull him back as his thick tip forces its way through your cervix, not that you are able to even think about any anatomical formalities while your body spasms wildly under the sensation, your toes curling up as you stretch your legs into the air and sink your fingernails even deeper into his skin.

Breathing seems impossible in that moment as your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open and the pain explodes into a million tiny lights, blinding you, numbing you, almost paralysing you. While you are thrown around like a leaf in a storm by your unusual orgasm, Sebastian grunts loudly as he pulls back one last time before burying himself so deep inside you that the tight squeeze makes him come instantly.

With his twitching cock lodged inside your breached gate, his thick cum spurts right into your womb without any hindrance, and despite the shaking of his limbs, knowing that the squid juice is slowly losing its potency on him, he still fills you up, more and more with every erratic spasm, every squeeze of his tight balls, every pulsing of blood in his bulging veins.

His breathing eases in your ears as he slowly relaxes on top of you, while you lie beneath him, trapped by his body and an overwhelming feeling of nausea as he pumps you full of his seed.

He could stay like this forever, having you under him, deeply connected, claimed as his. But he notices the ragged breath you're trying to maintain, the way your body tenses around him, the way you're quietly... sobbing? His head is still void of any rational thought, the primal need he's just satisfied burning through him like a wildfire, yet when he lifts his head slightly and looks at you, looks at the strained expression on your flushed, wet face, your eyes squeezed shut, lips trembling, eyebrows furrowed, something pushes past the haze.

Worry... and guilt.

And eventually he slips away, the way out apparently easier as the way in, and when he does, he rolls you around with him, adding to your dizziness, until you can relax on top of him, your legs finally able to stretch fully again, your body unfolding as you rest on his warm body, though he quickly spins you around once more, making you lie on him with your back pressed to his chest and his cock squished along the cleft between your bum cheeks, before he places his big hands gently on your stomach, holding you in place as you lean your head against his shoulder, breathing deeply into his touch.

You don't question the weird position, you just want to come down from it all, your body screaming for a different kind of release, a break. Your arms and legs fall to the side, spent and boneless, and you don't even care how sticky you feel, from tears to sweat to cum dripping from your clenching hole. He seems to care though, at least about one of those things, as you suddenly feel one of his hands slipping from your stomach to cup your mound, his fingers blindly prodding at your entrance, pushing his seed back into your aching walls and holding it there.

You let him do whatever makes him happy, you just close your eyes and feel your consciousness slipping as all the escapades you just experienced catch up with you. With his hands on the small bulge in your belly and securely holding your pussy to prevent any more leaking, Sebastian is determined to remain like this, holding you trapped in his arms, but his stamina is fading too, and without being able to control it, his grip on you slips as he too slips into a deep slumber.

With both of you completely passed out after the unusual exertion, none of you notice the quiet scratching sound as the squid drags its body over the stone floor of the vast room, its tentacles pulling it forwards as it approaches the heap of limbs you two have coiled up into.

Sleeping soundlessly, your legs have fallen open, and with Sebastian's hand falling away as well, letting thick chunks of cum drip from your depths, there is nothing stopping the creature from crawling closer to your warmth.

Instead of slipping inside you with its head first like usual, it positions its tendrils at your opening, thin tips poking deep, squelching through the white substance seeping from you, and slowly the squid lets its tentacles pull it up and into your wetness, the wide base struggling to fit at first, but then, with a quiet pop, it slips inside, vibrating slightly to move closer to your core, and there, at your bruised cervix, it extends its tendrils, pushes right into your womb and erases any claim of ownership from the boy lying beneath you as it slowly feeds off his fluids now.

And when the bulge in your stomach is gone completely, the squid forces its way back out of you, causing you to stir slightly as it stretches your walls and pushes past your clenching entrance. Once it plops onto the floor with a wet squelching noise, it grows even more, its eight tentacles thick and long and covered in bumps and suctions cups, its body wider and longer and more rounded, its head a perfect triangle with soft edges.

Out of its base, where its puckered mouth still devours the feast it just snatched from your insides, it suddenly grows two additional tentacles, a lot longer and thicker than the others, its tips wider and almost egg-shaped. One of those makes its way back between your legs, teasing your folds before it slips in once more, struggling to fit before a pulsing motion goes through the appendage. When it retreats once more, it is much thinner.

The other new tentacle then does the same, pushing its rounded head into you with a loud pop, then undulating against you, slipping deep and leaving you a tiny parting gift before it pulls out again.

Then the squid lifts its body onto its eight arms (or legs), using the additional tendrils as support, and slowly crawls back into the shadows, away from the pile of unconscious bodies, a quiet tapping and popping sound echoing eerily through the Undercroft as it does so.

And luckily none of you have witnessed the strange transformation and behaviour, because none of you would sleep this peacefully otherwise.

Later

You wake up to a soft mumbling that seems to move through the room. Stirring slightly, you find yourself wrapped in an abundance of warm blankets, covering you from head to toe, and you're lying on the lumpy couch that smells like... soap. Actually everything seems to smell of soap as you take a deep inhale and slowly open your eyes.

You feel groggy, your eyelids heavy, your body too wrapped up to move, but you still feel your muscles aching despite the warmth seeping through them. Licking your dry lips, you look around in confusion, your head pounding horribly.

The murmurs continue, and eventually you find their source. Sebastian is slowly walking through the Undercroft, completely dressed, pointing his wand at everything and mumbling under his breath, and you see water and soap bubbles and steam spurting from its tip. He's cleaning the entire place, you realize, and with that thought, the memories come back, albeit scrambled and kind of foggy.

Groaning quietly, you close your eyes as you remember the things you two have done during your drug-induced frenzy. You feel hot all over, but the shivers still rush through you, causing your muscles to ache even more. A sudden sob escapes you as you feel a sharp pain piercing your insides, and as sudden as the noise, as quickly he is with you, kneeling in front of the couch, his wand clattering to the floor, as his hands gently cup your face.

You stare into brown eyes full of worry, and you blink slowly, swallowing hard, wincing again, forcing yourself to smile.

“Shh,” he makes and rubs his thumbs over your cheeks. “Take it easy. Don't move too much.”

You inhale sharply, closing your eyes for a moment. “Wh–” you start, but he shushes you again, scooting closer, one hand on your face, the other tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear before it leaves you again.

“Here, drink this, it'll help with the headache,” he offers then, holding up a small vial containing a green liquid. Wiggenweld. You gag slightly just thinking about tasting the bitter potion. “Trust me, it'll make it better!”

Screwing up your eyes, pursing your lips, you oblige reluctantly, letting him help you drink the awful thing. At first you would rather continue being in that gut wrenching pain, but then the effects settle in and at least the headache slowly fades away. You let out a strangled noise.

“How bad is it?” he whispers.

You can only groan, feeling... everything. Except one thing. Your memories are hazy, even more so when you try to remember more. You see an empty cage in your mind, but the feeling of loss you've experienced is replaced with something like relief, because there's that one memory, the last one you have, even though it's very flimsy and you're barely able to catch it. But you know it happened. You just know.

Your pet isn't gone. It has been here, with you, inside you, before everything has turned to black. But it is no more.

“Wh-where... is it?” you rasp barely audible as you open your eyes and look at Sebastian.

A dark shadow crosses his worried features, turning his freckled face into a stoic mask, his jaw clenching hard. He stares at you, long, unblinking, his eyes narrowed. After everything that's happened, after everything he's done, and is doing now to make up for those other things, the first thing on your muddled mind is that stupid squid?

“Gone,” he says coldly, his voice low. You frown at his tone, but then sigh and turn your face away. “But I'm here,” he adds quietly, sounding almost pleading now. You look back at him, your eyes wandering over his face. The shadow is still there, but his features soften slowly. “And I'll always be here for you...”

You furrow your eyebrows before you swallow hard, ignoring the strain to your throat. Wriggling out of your blanket cocoon a little bit, you raise a shaking hand to touch his jaw, fingertips brushing over the tensing muscle. He relaxes slightly, his own hand holding your face as he leans closer. You feel his hot breath on your raw lips.

“I'm sorry,” you then whisper hoarsely. He frowns at that, surprise washing over him.

“You're sorry? What for?” he asks, his voice slightly higher as he stares at you in disbelief.

“For... letting it influence me so much,” you reply quietly as you lower your eyes. “I... I should have been... satisfied... with what you're giving me... and I am, I am, Sebastian!” you repeat frantically as you look back at him, your hand slipping around his head to grab the back of his neck. “I love you...” you add in a breathy whisper. “And I don't need... a special pet... I only need you...” Even as you say this, you feel a strange emptiness eating at your insides. Might be the loss of a special little friend, but it's probably just withdrawal from its literally addictive properties.

He watches you closely, definitely noticing the conflict in your wavering gaze. “I love you, too,” he whispers and leans in closer, his nose nuzzling yours. “But don't fool yourself, love, you miss that bloody thing...”

You bite your lip and sigh, trying to hold his gaze. “Maybe... that's why I'm sorry... it's not fair...”

His turn to sigh before he huffs a quiet laugh. He doesn't say anything though, he just closes the rest of the distance and gently presses his lips to yours, his eyelids drooping. You kiss him back softly, closing your eyes and leaning into the warmth of his mouth which quickly spreads all over your aching body. The blankets feel hot and suffocating now, and you struggle slightly against them.

Yet instead of helping you loosen them, he moves his body onto the couch next to you, pushing you against the back of it carefully, one arm wrapped around you as the other cradles your head while he keeps kissing you. You squirm in his tight embrace, slowly leaning back, your eyes fluttering open.

“Why did you wrap me in so many blankets? I'm not cold...” you whisper against his lips.

His mouth twists into a smirk, and you feel his cheek warming up under your touch. “I... uh... heard warmth is good against sore muscles,” he says hoarsely. There's a twinkle in his dark eyes.

You scoff lightly, a strange thought creeping into your mind. “So you're not trying to... incubate something?”

His eyes widen, and he leans back quickly, his face, however, bright red. “What? No!” he says a tad too fast, looking along your body. “I... I... uh...” he stammers before clearing his throat. “Probably didn't work anyway,” he then adds under his breath, sounding almost disappointed as his free hand runs along your side and hovers over your stomach a little too long.

“You... want it to work?” you whisper barely audible.

“Would you?” he replies quietly, looking back at you almost timidly.

You blink slowly, trying to understand what he is even implying (though you're way past implications at this point, especially with his hand rubbing slow circles over your stomach). “How did we get from... fucking like rabid animals to... this? Wondering about... our future?”

“We're probably still high on squid juice,” he chuckles humourlessly, before his eyebrows shoot up. “Hang on, our future? Did you say our future?”

You frown, a deep throbbing in the back of your head. “Didn't you start this by trying to... breed me?” you whisper, your lips contorting into a smirk.

His eyes widen even more. “You remember that?”

“I was there, Sebastian!” you laugh and hit his chest playfully. “Of course I remember that... as a matter of fact, I can still feel it!” you add and shift slightly in your blanket cocoon, feeling the sharp sting deep inside your body. A shudder rushes through you as you remember how it felt when he breached your cervix.

His eyebrows furrow deeply, and he swallows hard. “I... I just want you to know that I... I wasn't thinking clearly, okay? That... that stupid squid and its... juices... I–I would have never done this, not without discussing it with you first, I was just so... so...” He inhales deeply and leans his head against yours. “I guess I was jealous after all... I wanted to... make you mine again...” he adds quietly, chewing on his lips.

You slip your fingers into his hair and gently massage his scalp. “But I am yours...” you whisper softly.

He breathes loudly against you. “All mine?” he asks, looking and sounding almost childlike when his deep brown eyes wander over your face, a tiny smirk playing around the corner of his mouth.

Laughing softly, but not too much as the motion seems to stir up all your aching muscles, you nod, gripping his hair tighter. “Yes...”

The smirk turns into a wide smile, lighting up his entire face. Huffing a seemingly hopeful exhale, he snuggles against you, gently pressing you against his chest as he holds you, kissing the top of your head. His heartbeat is hammering against your ear as you close your eyes and lean into his warmth.

You've always been his, through thick and thin, ever since he swept you off your feet in your fifth year (or rather the other way around). For two years you were completely committed to one another, unconditionally, depending on the other on more than one occasion.

And as you lie in his warm embrace, you realize that you've let a tiny magical creature slither its way between you, trying to lure you off the beaten path, seduce you away from him, and even though you've enjoyed the ride (quite literally), you know you'll never need anything else, anyone else, but the freckled boy holding you tightly.

← CHAPTER 5 // BACK TO THE BEGINNING?

End notes: Thank you for joining me on this unusual ride! This started as a weird little idea and escalated quite a bit. I apologize for it being so vile, I honestly have tried to write less... lewdly, but seems I just can't. Or I'll have to try again, on something else. You'll see!

You may also have noticed some hints I dropped in this chapter for a possible... sequel? One day, the Squid Smut Series may continue with more Squid x Reader adventures!

Until then, thanks again for reading and braving the filth! I appreciate each and every one of you, even if you just read this without engaging for very obvious reasons. I don't blame you. I wouldn't admit to liking this either, and I wrote it! XD (And to those who have shown their support: thank you so much! It means the world to me!)

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[simp999]

☆Simp's Masterlist☆

I specialize in fluff, hurt/comfort and (strangers to) friends to lovers! Basically my fics are 90% fluff and relationship building, and just a tad bit of angst for the feels~

Code:

⛓Angst

🌸Fluff

🌹Romantic

🍡Platonic

(🌹/🍡 can be seen as either)

Note: some stories have all of the above, so the order of the emoji is the same as the order in the story. For example: 🌸🍡🌹⛓ starts fluffy and platonic, ends with romantic feelings and angst.

Most of my fics are gender-neutral, They/Them pronouns used! I'm much more comfortable writing gender-neutral and male readers for personal reasons ww

Love ya'll <3

Splatoon manga:

A New Home (series) 🍡🌸(so far)

(Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader)

What happens when you get sent to Inkopolis, and begin to meet your favorite manga characters? Will you change the story? Will they love you? Hate you?

(Bloopers/Notes. Updated every chapter.)

Ch. 1: Where am I? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 2: New people? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 3: We are the Army. Wc: 1k

Ch. 4: If memory serves wrong... Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 5: Decisions, decisions Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 6: Hooooww Anooooying. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 7: SUB WEAPON HELL! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 8: Newfound Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 9: Shopping Spree! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 10: Skull's Territory. Wc: 1k

Ch. 11: A Misunderstanding? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 12: Getting Too Comfortable. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 13: Player Two? Wc: 1.7k

Ch. 14: ...You Didn't See That. Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 15: Sweetheart. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 16: An Unexpected Meetup. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 17: Not Much of a Choice, Huh? Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 18: Challengers Approach! Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 19: Freshest Squid on the Block! Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 20: The Absolute King. Wc: 1.6k

Ch. 21: A Crushing Defeat. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 22: It Only Gets Tougher, I Promise. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 23: New and Improved Team. Wc: 1.9k

Ch. 24: The Calm Before The Storm. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 25: You're like me! ...not. Wc: 2.05k

Ch. 26: Another Step to De-throne the King. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 27: Shoot For The Stars. Wc: 1k

Ch.28: Tranquility Before Chaos. Wc: 1k

Ch.29: What we Have. Wc: 1k

Ch.30: Pre-Battle Preperation Wc: 1.3k

Ch.31: Game On! Wc: 1.6

Ch.32: Someone to Remember. Wc: 1.1k

Ch.33: Someone to Miss. Wc: 1k

Ch.34: Someone to Hate. Wc: 1k

Team Fortress 2:

All Mercs:

The Moment the Mercs Realise they enjoy Being Around Reader 🌸🍡/🌹(bit of angst for one part.)

Wc: 2.3k

Merc's reaction to their S/O picking up on their words/phrases/slang that they use 🌸🌹

Wc: 2.4k

Mercs with a Badass Fem Pilot! Reader🌸🍡+🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Sniper:

I Appreciate You. - Oneshot ⛓🌸🍡/🌹

Includes reader comforting (hints of being autistic) Sniper who feels bad for being distant, and stargazing.

Wc: 1.7k

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Pyro:

Knowing sign language (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

Imagine Pyro's excitement when they meet someone that can finally understand them. Fluff ensues.

Wc: 0.3k

Heavy:

Heavy reads to you when you have trouble sleeping (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

A sleepless night turn into soft snores after heavy reads to you in his mother tongue.

Wc: 470

Heavy With Reader Who Struggles With Managing Their Anger 🌸🍡/🌹 (Headcannons+Mini drabble)

Wc: 0.7k

Demoman:

Demo x Male! Reader Headcannons+Mini Drabble 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.8k

Engineer:

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Soldier:

BLU! Soldier: You have me. - Oneshot (hurt/comfort) ⛓🌸🌹

Wc: 1.8k

Medic:

The Red Means I Love You - Comfort/Fluff Oneshot 🌸🍡/🌹

Wc: 1.7k

Medic x Overworked! Reader - comfort/fluff oneshot 🌸🌹

Wc: 850

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Baby Birds~ Drabble 🌹🌸

Wc: 0.4k

I Like The Sound Of Your Voice - Drabble🌹🌸

Wc: 230

Scars - They're Not What You Think.🌹🌸

Wc: 240

Medic x reader who understands his birds🌸🌹

Wc: 320

Lutz Kruspe (Goth medic OC):

Dating headcannons 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.5k

Lutz x Punk! Reader🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Proto:

Little Fri-iend!! 🌸🍡

Proto x little! NV! Reader drabble

Wc: 0.7k

Medibot/Otto:

Misunderstandings 🌸🍡

...Yeah, humans usually have their heartbeat quicken. It's normal.

Wc: 370

Medibot Oneshot - Overstimulated ⛓🌸🍡

He knows what it's like, he really does. He'll do everything he can to help, and maybe reveal some hidden feelings while he's at it.

Wc: 2k

Dexx:

Philia; Platonic Love - Dexx/Sniper 🌸🍡

Is platonic love such a hard thing to understand?

Wc: 2.5k

Sonic:

Knuckles the Echidna:

Lazy Day. 🌸🌹/🍡

Imagine being the first person to help knuckles finally truly relax.

Wc: 1.1k

Pokémon:

Giacomo:

I'm So Proud Of You☆ ⛓🌸🍡🌹

I'm So Proud Of You☆ pt. 2 ⛓🌸🌹

You were the one good thing in his life and he wants to make the best of it.

Total Wc: 9.1k

Arven:

All Good Things Come To An End. 🍡⛓🌹🌸

Sorry Arven, we'll have to hang out some other time.

Wc: 2.6k

Beyblade Burst:

Ken Midori:

Short Lived.🌸🍡🌹⛓

Just enough time for feelings to develop, but not enough to act on them.

Wc: 5.4k

Tokyo Revengers:

Various:

A New View On Life 🍡🌸

Oh how you lived for this thrill. Nothing could compare to the serotonin you get with these stupid boys.

Wc: 2.5k

Takashi Mitsuya:

Small Scares~ 🌸🌸🌸🌹

Halloween Special! Who would've thought that your strong gang-member boyfriend was afraid of horror movies? Time to comfort our favorite malewife!~

Wc: 1.2k

Shuji Hanma:

The Angel And The Reaper ⛓⛓⛓🌹

Halloween Special! Angst to the brim. What the hell is this feeling? Is it love? Disgusting. We love an unhinged reader.

Wc: 1.7k

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Familiar? 🍡⛓🌸

Baji? No, you're not him. But Chifuyu can't ignore the sense of comfort you give him.

Wc: 2.2k

TMNT:

2013 TMNT x Rise! Reader

Do I Know You? 🌸🍡

Do I Know You? Pt. 2 ⛓🌸🍡🌹

Damn it, Rise Donnie! Why'd you send me to 2013? Oh well, better make the best of it! (2013 Donnie x reader mostly, platonic for everybody else.)

Total Wc: 5.8k

Request info:

Hi!! I'd like to start taking requests! I'm currently interested in taking requests for

Team Fortress 2!!

I'm best with little scenarios or prompts! For example, how would (merc) react to (...)?

☆You can ask for any mercs(and/or MediBot/proto)+ 3 of them!

☆If you ask for multiple mercs, expect maybe 150-200 words per merc(?)

☆I'll do it in whatever form works best unless requested otherwise; bullet points/headcannons, oneshot or drabbles!

☆Please keep it PG! If it's something I feel uncomfortable writing, I'll be sure to mention it and you can go ahead and request something else :D !!

I also would like to write for @physically-robotic-medic 's MediBot/Otto!! Along with @lillypuppetchild 's Proto/ @physically-bloody-medibot ! I doubt they'll get any requests, but they're my current comfort characters- but I've got no ideas!

I should also note that I suck at writing Spy bc I don't really care for him all that much, whoop

Also I'm Aro/Ace so I'm better with platonic stuff but romantic is cool too!!

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[pholiabanna]

Sure, the byler tag having 33(6?)k followers is amazing, specially compared to the milkyway tag. But the wiews on TikTok are what's really CRAZY to me and I feel like we don't talk about it enough.

Some time ago I saw one account post the most followed ships on TikTok, and byler was like 3rd overall. That's insane actually, being third on the most used platform in the whole world. And also, it is proof that byler is also well liked even outside of fandom spaces. Why? Because #byler TikTok wiews astronomically ascended between may-september 2022. During the months the stranger things hype was going on, the months where everyone, even general audience, talked about it, posted about it and got videos about in in their fyp. During that period, the most out of those people spent more time on the byler tag than on any other ship tag. Even on the Melvin tag. Melvins claim that the general audience loves malooban, but nowadays you measure what the general audience likes precisely by how it does on TikTok (the most popular shows of the last few years, like Squid Game, Euphoria, Wednesday, TLOA... all of them blew up there). And byler blew up on TikTok, even among the ga. More than Melvin. Let that sink in.

#byler #byler tumblr