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habken · 1 year
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cecaelia deku for mermay 🦀💕
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kamapon · 1 month
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A beautiful coin for a beautiful merman
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squidwen · 2 months
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🐙After Hours with Azul
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Synopsis: You spend a lot of time at the Mostro Lounge, and Azul’s starting to wonder why. You’re not some creepy stalker girlfriend, are you? You two might be “official,” but you’re at the Lounge all the time!
However, Azul reckons there’s a reason behind it that’s deeper. More serious. After taking you to his room, the pair of you snuggle up, arms, legs, and tentacles, and Azul’s hearts simply can’t take the real reason behind your frequent visits.
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You preferred the Mostro Lounge after-hours. It seemed more like an actual Lounge, with nothing but the cool lights and the final tunes of the piano player on the stage. No one bothered you either. None of the waiters told you to leave. No one even offered to clear your drink and plate away. The staff cleaned their tables, hung up their aprons, and that was that.
Except for Azul.
He got up from the piano and crossed the Lounge over to your booth. Your breath hitched at his cool hand on your shoulder. You always preferred him without gloves. His hands were beautiful; long, slender fingers with a callous on his right middle one from years and years of endless writing.
‘Another evening claimed by my establishment,’ mused Azul.
At last, you moved. His words thawed you enough to stand.
Azul welcomed you into his arms. His other hand sparked against your ribcage as he rubbed circles into your back. Somehow his chilly touch melted you. You became almost gelatinous in his embrace, as if you were the octopus rather than the warm, sweet little human.
‘You’re coming here more often, angelfish,’ Azul said.
‘Naturally. The foods good and the music’s even better.’
‘I’m sure the music is not better.’
You pulled away.
Azul held onto you. ‘Sorry-’
‘You’re still doing it.’
‘It’s a bad habit.’
‘You need to stop thinking you’re not good enough.’
Your kiss on the shell of his ear silenced any protests. Azul shivered with bliss.
Everyone else had already left; there was no point in keeping up airs. Who would you be trying to impress? Azul was stronger than he looked. Although he masqueraded as a human, he still retained most of his cecaelian strength, and he lifted you out of the booth. You felt as though you were floating. You were as weightless as the exotic fish in the giant Lounge fish tank.
Azul tucked you into his chest, one arm under your legs and another under your back. You smelled his cologne; lavender and something that reminded you of the sea. The tips of his bangs tickled your forehead. Together, you slipped out of the Lounge and through the halls of Octavinelle, hiding around corners for the coast to be clear before ploughing on towards Azul’s bedroom.
A snap of the fingers and the door swung open.
A lilac bed, freshly made, beckoned you forward. Azul laid you gently down. The duvet and mattress moulded to your figure, gasping and depressing as you wriggled your shoes off. ‘I can’t believe you had the energy for that!’ you laughed. ‘After playing all night.’
Azul laid down beside you. His hands, warmed by your back and thighs, searched for yours and brought them to his lips. ‘It’s the nature of octopuses to be dextrous, my dear. Three hours of piano playing was nothing but a warmup.’
‘How modest.’
Azul reddened.
You kissed his nose. ‘Tell me more. If you can brag to anyone it would be me. Not that I need to be told about how amazing you are. You just carried me up to the top of Octavinelle as if it was nothing. I bet Jack couldn’t even do that.’
Azul, however, did not bring up anything. It still didn’t feel right to. Not with you. Not yet. He was still so new to this. He had never loved anyone before, and the pair of you had only made your relationship official a few weeks ago. Azul was trying to strike a balance between impressing you, and boasting. He wanted to seem cool, not conceited. You already accepted him for what he looked like… for some reason, but surely there was only so much you could take. You could tolerate ugliness, but vanity?
‘A good businessman never puts all his cards on the table,’ said Azul.
You rolled your eyes. ‘Business talk? Here?’
Shoot, Azul thought. Play it cool. ‘You are in the bedroom of the dorm leader of Octavinelle and the manager of the Mostro Lounge.’
‘I thought I was in my boyfriend’s bedroom.’ You started to pull away again. Azul gripped you tightly. His strong fingers were like suction cups. ‘Come on, Azul,’ you sighed. ‘If you’re a businessman, does that make me a customer? Or some associate? I know this is new to you. It’s new to me too. But just… let yourself be… well, mine. Even if it can only be in this room. I need that.’
You shifted closer to him and snaked your arm under his head. His ear rested in the crook of your elbow, letting your fingers fiddle with his hair. The fedora fell away. His locks were stringy from hours under a hat, but you didn’t mind. It was like his head was a giant snowdrop; the petals stuck together as it tried to bloom after a long winter.
Azul drew closer. The bed creaked.
‘My angelfish,’ he breathed.
You hummed.
‘Why do you stay at the Lounge for so long?’
Your stroking stopped.
Azul tensed. ‘If you don’t want to say then-’
‘No, no. It’s fine. It must seem creepy, like I’m some crazy stalker girlfriend who watches your every move now that we’re together. But it’s not. Seven, it’s not. I just… it’s just a soothing place. Some people like the library. Others like the park. But the Mostro Lounge is perfect for me. I’ve been going there all year just to unwind. You might not have noticed. You’re always so busy.’
‘No other reason?’
It was your turn to tense.
Azul detected it immediately.
Sitting up, his cerulean eyes pierced into you like icicles. He was the businessman again. All the tenderness had been leached out of him. Something was wrong. He knew it. Something he was determined to get to the bottom of. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you being at the Lounge. He loved it. Your presence always made him play better, and he was happy to smuggle you on-the-house desserts whenever he could. But you had been showing up too often, as if you were hiding, or escaping, something.
‘Let’s not have secrets from each other,’ he said.
‘Secrets?’
‘Please, angelfish.’ Azul blinked and his eyes became gentle again. The eyes of a lover; lidded and pleading. To prove that he was being open – and to give you permission to do the same – he lay down beside you again and transformed back into a cecaelia. His skin speckled with lilac until it was completely purple; his legs unravelling into eight black and purple tentacles.
Azul couldn’t meet your eyes as he transformed. It embarrassed him. He felt so grotesque. So hideous. But then, you came to him again, and wrapped your arms around his torso. The feeling faded. Azul took you into his arms.
The tentacles wound around your legs like ribbons around maypoles. Cool and slick; the suction cups kissing your exposed skin, making it prickle with gooseflesh. You stayed still to invite them higher. Azul delighted in the feel of you. You were more detailed when he held you this way. He sensed every inch of you. You were beautiful, and more tentacles came up to bind you.
Around your waist. Around your hips. Around your stomach. With ease, they pulled you in close to Azul. The cecaelia buried your face in his chest. You could hear his three heartbeats. They were fast. You couldn’t help but smile into Azul’s shirt.
‘Are you comfortable, my darling?’ Azul asked.
You nodded, too relaxed for words. Azul’s touch was velvety soft. All your dark bindings were gentle and plush, like a caterpillar wrapped in a chrysalis.
A final tentacle cupped the back of your head. You shivered as the suction cups kissed your scalp. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant, but it brought you out of your comfort just enough to feel like talking again. ‘What about you?’
‘I’m at my best when you’re with me,’ Azul said.
You melted a little more. ‘Same here. And I confess, that’s the reason why.’
‘Why what?’
‘I’m sorry. I know I’ve come on too strong and I’ve spooked you.’
‘No, not at all.’
‘I just…I… you know you’re my best friend.’
Azul’s heartbeats got even faster. ‘A-And you’re mine,’ he breathed. ‘The Leech twins… they’re not the same as you.’
‘The others aren’t the same as you either. Don’t get me wrong, Ace and Deuce are great, but they’re like twins, and Jack and Epel are dedicated to sports, and Sebek’s obsessed with Malleus. I sort of feel like I just touch-base with them, but I spend time with you. And even if it’s not “with” you, just to see you, hear you play, admire who my partner is, even just sit in your Lounge, is enough.’ You mustered the strength to crane your head back and kiss his jaw. ‘I’m millions of miles from home, but I somehow feel there when I’m with you.’
Azul had never heard anything like it. You were so sweet. So kind. No one ever complimented him without wanting his attention, or recognition; without wanting something in return. Octavinelle was full of sychophants, none bigger than the Leech twins, but you… you were as pure as driven snow. You loved every inch of him, inside and out; something Azul had thought was impossible for him to find. To deserve.
His tentacles bundled you up even more, pressing you in close until it was almost uncomfortable. His suction cups kissed you. Thousands of kisses. Small pecks, until the tentacle cupping the back of your head lifted you to Azul’s lips.
Velvet. Smooth. Soft.
When you broke away, you were both breathless, and exhaustion descended upon you. The night had been long; the conversation hard. Azul loosened his grip on you but kept his tentacles in place. He could think of nothing sweeter than to fall asleep to the feeling of you, and you didn’t mind. You had never been so comfortable; so warm and welcome.
With a final kiss, you snuggled into your cecaelia and drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic thump of Azul’s heartbeats.
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Author note: Well hey! It’s been a while!
I hope you enjoyed the fic! I had to write an Azul one after being away for so long! He’s by far my fav character, and it was his birthday recently so I think we’re all in Azul-mode atm.
If you liked it, please like, comment, and share.
- Squidwen
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thesexydancingcrepe · 10 months
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Mermay Romance!
🐙 🌊 🐚 ❤️ 🐒 🏴‍☠️
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This is mad late! 😅 but I still really wanted to post this
While fishing, Nine gets dragged into the ocean by a strange creature he has never seen! 🐟 🐙
He tells his dad only for him to decide to take her home and wife her 🏡 💖 the Monkey King is quite strange 😉
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golby-moon · 1 month
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kinda always wanted to throw art at someone for their birthday and guess what @lazarus-rose I know what day you were born ahahahahahwhshdjrbdhdyh
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in honor of this very special occasion I've prepared a very snuggly squid!cas with scuba diver!dean who only got any scuba gear to go see Cas because he's like that and they're just making this up as they go. can't really draw tentacles and I'm only now realizing time zone difference may mess this up but yeah enjoy the squid!cas content and the annual aging gjfhdurbth
(03/20/24)
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sashamosu46 · 3 months
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Merfolk Wriolette AU (Cecaelia Wriothesley x Siren Neuvillette, tentacles)
Wrio heard an alluring singing and found it came from the waters underneath his boat, he then leaned down to wait if there's someone or something revealing themselves to him. Siren Neuvi slowly poked his head and torso out of the waters, a seductive and mysterious smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around Wrio's shoulders, slowly pulling him down with him into the ocean, his singing didn't cease. Having Wrio underwater, siren Neuvi was about to drown Wrio but he was shocked to find tentacles surrounding himself, they all came from a partially transformed Wrio. As Wrio's tentacles wrapped themselves around Neuvi's arms and tail, Wrio had a wolfish grin on his face. "Seems like my prey invited himself in, not much effort needed," he murmured, enjoying the look of surprise on Neuvi's face. Cecaelia Wrio was very powerful that he's able to hide his identity and scent as a fellow merfolk from getting detected by siren Neuvi, so basically Neuvi fucked around and found out.
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alicemclean-2203 · 6 months
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and the last one i did before i got sick. Trying to catch up today
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coldsaladpainter · 3 months
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anyone know where I can find this Cecaeli shigaraki x siren!reader fic! 🥺🥺where siren!reader gets stuck under a boulder and shigaraki comes in to help her. i remember reading it not too long ago ,but can't seem to find it!! 😭😥
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tyrin1350 · 11 months
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Thanks to @notsobadaart / rizal badar on instagram
I just had to hope on the MerMay band wagon
Heavily inspired by my favorite sea creatures
Great Hammerhead shark
Giant oceanic manta ray
And the Mimic octopus
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fluffychubbydragon · 8 months
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Ya know....
I am always seeing Horror, Red, and Classic (sometimes the reader themselves) trapped in an aquarium, shipped with the reader (or in the reader's case, with the skeletons) and everyone keeps dancing around the ONE cecaelia that I WANT to see in an aquarium shipped with the reader:
Nightmare!
You could write him as a deep sea cecaelia, or that he's somehow stuck in his small form. Like, there is soooo much potential there and NO ONE has done it yet!? I wanna read this! I want a Cecaelia Nightmare x aquarium employee reader where he is absolutely smitten with her! I want this in my life so badly!
(ps, if someone does write this, please tag me in it as a credit for the idea so I can read it)
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habken · 1 year
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cecaelia!deku and fisherman!bakugou
Little info: Mistuki worked/works as a lobster fishermen, she met Inko when they were 18ish, Inko fell in love with a human and he returned to the sea with her ponyo’s dad style <3, her and mitsuki stayed good friends so Bakugou and Deku grew up together
Time skip, Deku gets caught up in a curse, and Bakugou helps him out, shows him all the fun stuff on land, and tries to help him break the curse. It takes awhile for them to realize they love each other, they’re both oblivious to their own not-so-platonic feelings for the other, so before they figure that out, there’s a bunch of silly shenanigans :) (and a bit of miscommunication/angst and pining)
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mermaidkincore · 1 year
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My ko fi  
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squidwen · 2 years
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🐙 Tentacle Trapped 🐙
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Summary: After having a hand in destroying all of Azul’s contracts, the dorm leader blames you for his downfall and snatches you up in his tentacles.
You struggle to get free as your friends fight the overblot phantom, but Azul won’t let you go so easily. He plans to keep you restrained long enough to witness your friends’ defeat before turning his unique magic on you.
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Azul’s life work lay in a million pieces at his feet. A decade of blood, sweat, and tears – gone. There was now no difference between his contracts and the dirty silt on the seabed. Just something for people to walk all over and disrespect. 
Just like him. 
Leona cracked his knuckles, releasing the tension built up by King’s Roar. Azul snapped to him, his eyes murderous, but despite the lion being the one that had done the damage, Azul had rage for everyone before him. 
Ace and Deuce’s relieved grins were grotesque. They combed their hands through their hair and revelled in not feeling the anemones. Jade and Floyd stood idly beside them, watching Azul as if he were some spectacle. His eyes pleaded for them to do something, but they stayed firmly rooted to the spot. 
And then, there was you.
Cradling your putrid cat monster, you looked almost innocent. But the way your head was tilted down in shame gave you away.
Azul was no fool. The interest you had shown in finding his childhood photograph; the fact Grim had been a debtor; the favour Leona owed you for helping him with his overblot. All the pieces were there. 
You had orchestrated this. You sly, cunning little mastermind.
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“Gone…” Azul murmured. “Gone. Gone! GONE! IT’S ALL GONE!” He gripped his face like the reigns on a wild horse, his tendons bulging through the gloves. Breaths turned to panicked rasps. In and out, in and out as if his lungs had shrunk to half their size.
You had to look away. Admittedly, you felt bad but not guilty. Azul had threatened to evict you from Ramshackle. He had enslaved your friends. Was it wrong to protect what was yours by playing him at his own game? It had been him or you.
“Do ya have to scream, Azul?” Floyd whined. “You’re being super lame.”
“SHUT UP!”
Just then, an Octavinelle student passed by - unaware of what was happening - and Azul grabbed him by the collar. Before the boy could protest his talents were torn straight out of him. A hideous shriek ripped through the water as he fell to his knees, eyes glassy and jaw slack.
“Azul, stop!” Jade barked, reaching for his magic pen. “Your unique magic needs to be regulated with a contract. You know what will happen if you keep doing this.”
But all Jade got for an answer was a twisted grin. Darkness shrouded the glistening conch spires of Octavinelle, and the familiar tang of ink stroked the back of your throat.
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London’s smog at the height of the Industrial Revolution couldn’t compare to the haze around Octavinelle. The sea was pitch black. Would the breathing spell hold in these conditions? You, the Tweels, Leona, Ace, and Deuce, moved into a tight circle, huddling with your backs to one another so you could see in all directions. An attack could come from anywhere.
“Duck!” Deuce suddenly cried.
Your body went on autopilot. Adrenaline forced you to the ground as what looked like a giant black trident swung at your heads. The weapon cut through the miasma, sending wreaths of dark ink spiralling in its wake. 
A figure stood in the clearing it had made.
Your heart dropped into your stomach.
Azul was almost unrecognisable. His pale skin had turned to lilac, and in place of his legs were thick tentacles. The only thing to distinguish him was his shock of white hair, made even whiter against the hideous overblot phantom towering behind him.
Grim wriggled out of your arms and looked to you for guidance, but you were stunned. This was your fault. This overblot…was your fault. The Tweels stepped in front of you when they saw your frozen form. Their faces were flat, but it must have done something to them to point their magic pens at Azul.
“How dare you defend them!” Azul shrieked. “Traitors! Liars and thieves! All of you!” His eyes fixed you as you cowered behind the twins’ legs. You. The object of his hatred. The common denominator. The one that pulled the strings. 
Azul snapped his fingers and the overblot phantom thrust one of its tentacles into the twins. Floyd leapt out of the way, but Jade wasn’t so lucky and the impact sent him rocketing through the water. You lunged to grab him, but the tentacle flexed back on itself and snatched you up.
“Y/N!” cried Ace and Deuce.
The tentacle wrapped itself once, twice, thrice around your body like a gelatinous anaconda, its suction cups gasping as they glued themselves to your skin.
Deuce aimed his pen at it, but Ace stopped him. The risk of hitting you was too great. Even Leona seemed reluctant to attack Azul while you were hostage.
Sensing his advantage, Azul commanded the phantom to fling you towards him. You’d make a perfect human shield, and while the phantom dispatched your friends he could take his time making you suffer for what you’d done. 
The tentacle drew you back and swung you forward. You sailed through the water like slingshot amo, spreading your arms to slow yourself. But your speed didn’t waver. Water dragged your head back, threatening to give you whiplash.
Azul drew nearer.
You had to use your momentum.
Instinctively, you balled your hands into fists and reeled back to strike - but Azul was faster. His own tentacles wrapped around your wrists and pinned them behind your back. You shuddered at the coolness as they climbed up to your elbows, seizing complete control of your arms. 
Panic wracked you. Desperate, you twisted and slammed your shoulder into Azul’s side. The merman grunted and lost his balance, giving you an opening to thrust a kick at his stomach.
The heel of your shoe lightly grazed his chest before he regained his composure. Frustrated, the tentacles around your arms slammed you backwards into the seabed - a little rougher than was necessary - while another quickly slithered over your torso. Its girth bound you from your waist to your knees like a firm blanket. You bucked your hips but Azul had your core, effortlessly restraining you against the sand. Against the contracts you’d destroyed. 
All it took was one harsh squeeze and the fight was forced out of you.
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Azul threw his head back, pausing to catch his breath. You could feel the blood pumping through him the tighter he held you. It was frighteningly quick. Like his heart could give out at any moment.
“Azul…” you panted. “I’m…sorry. I didn’t want this to happen…I didn’t– I didn’t want– I didn’t want you to lose everything. I just didn’t want you to take what was mine.”
Azul snapped back to you. The rage in his eyes had been replaced by indignation. “So you took everything from me before I could do it to you? Is that it?”
You weren’t sure. You wrestled with an answer. Yes? No? You’d struck first, but didn’t want things to go this far. This hadn’t been part of your plan. 
The tips of the tentacles binding you started drawing small circles on your skin, seemingly to coax an answer out of you. You grit your teeth to keep from squeaking. Azul smirked at your discomfort.
“Y-You’re a professional, remember?” You tried to appeal to his morals. “Surely you didn’t need a contract to become that. Not all is lost. And you can make more contracts. Just…don’t do this. This is overblot, Azul. Don’t do this to yoursel-hmm!”
A tentacle slapped over your mouth. Your eyes bulged as suction cups tugged at your cheeks and lips.
“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, Prefect,” Azul hissed into your ear. Your breathing quickened. “Being professional hasn’t done me any favours in the end, has it? And I don’t care if you didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ll drain your friends of every last detail that makes them themselves.” You screamed, begged, pleaded, but it all came out muffled. “And then I’ll drain everything from you.”
You started struggling again. Azul didn’t seem to care. He controlled every aspect of you and still had limbs to spare. If you wanted to tire yourself out you could be his guest. Hot tears pricked your eyes. You could hear Ace and Deuce shouting commands to each other, followed by cries of pain.
You had to get out!
Perhaps if you could shirk the suction cup off your lips you could open your mouth wide enough to bite? Or, if you could shift the tentacle on your thighs just a little higher, you’d have enough movement to kick. Hard. But that was all just wishful thinking. Azul had wrapped you up like a Christmas present. Your body, your words...all of it was useless.
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Just then, you felt the water disturb around you. You moved your head towards where you’d felt it, prompting Azul to do the same. Then it came again.
Something was circling you. Azul tensed. His breathing became laboured, wary. Something was hiding in the murk. Something that would put an overblot on edge. Movement came from behind you, then to the left. Azul was pulling you here and there as a shield until BAM!
Azul cursed as he was knocked to the ground. The first thing you did was shift onto your front and hit your chin against the seabed. The impact released the tentacle around your mouth. You saw a flash of grey, a stoic face – bruised but still handsome. 
Jade was straddling Azul in his eel form.
While his tail pinned the octopus down, Jade clawed and tugged at the tentacles around you. Azul acted as you had, bucking and twisting to get free. With each tentacle peeled away you regained your control. You were eventually able to free yourself while Jade kept Azul busy; a harsh kick sending the last tentacle tumbling off. 
As soon as you were free Jade grabbed you and swam off back to the others. Azul reeled. Open and vulnerable, he called his phantom back to him.
Ace and Deuce analysed you as you were set down, checking for wounds. Aside from the small red circles from the suction cups peppering your skin you were unscathed. Grim ran to you and brushed himself up against your legs. The harsh glimmer in his eyes told you he was ready to fight.
“YOU OWE ME EVERYTHING YOU’VE TAKEN!” Azul screamed.
Facing him, you still felt awful for having a hand in what had happened. But if Riddle and Leona were anything to go by, defeating Azul was the kindest thing you could do. And perhaps you could make it up to him later on.
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Author Note:
Ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary finery, I give you…ANGST.
I feel like we don’t have enough fan fictions of octopus Azul. His design is honestly so cool! I know he doesn’t like to show off his octopus form (which would probably explain the lack of content on it) but I cannot, as an Ursula fan, NOT write it.
I’m considering writing a sequel/aftermath piece to this where MC earns Azul’s forgiveness and helps him get over his self-consciousness about his octopus form. Something fluffy to balance things  😂😂
Lemme know your thoughts.
As ever, comments and reblogs are appreciated.
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Hey Scribblenaughts had some real lesbian material, what can I say?
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blackpoison66 · 5 months
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Eight foot joe x Ariel
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Art: おちゃのこ
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(Correcting the previous question)
Is there a Cecaelia, a hybrid woman-octopus creature in any mythology?
According to Wiktionary, the term was
Apparently coined around 2007 on a discussion thread on Seatails, a mermaid-enthusiast messageboard created by Kurt Cagle, who created a Wikipedia article on the cecaelia (originally “Cecælia”), inspired by Cilia (a cilophyte in “Cilia”, a seven-page short comic story published in issue #16 of the Vampirella comic magazine, released in March of 1972), cilophyte, Coleoidea, and the song “Cecelia” by Simon and Garfunkel, about a fickle and demanding lover (according to Cagle).
They cite Hayward (2017), who says
The entity’s name appears to derive from a single source text, a short pictorial story published in Vampirella magazine entitled ‘Cilia’ (Cuti and Mas 1972) that became the basis for the more general figure of the ‘cecaelia’ some time in the late 2000s.”
Alright but is there actually a woman-octopus hybrid in mythology?
No, not that I know of. There are octopuses, and there are women, but I’ve never run into octopus women.
However, this is off the top of my head. I’ll go have a little literature dive and see if anything turns up.
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