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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 3 months
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MOTHER WAKE
by William Bao
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fossiljockmatt · 6 months
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The Mixten Genetics story so far... before stuff hits the fan.
What do you think? Comic is ongoing at MixtenGenetics.com and on Webtoon!
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December Christmas Monster Stories
Dec 20.) Octomer x Reader
Warnings: attempted murder, reader almost dying, unable to breath,tentacles, no boundaries from monster, touching (sfw) without asking, if I missed any please tell me.
Minors don't interact.
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Cold
Everything felt cold as your broken body laid on the jagged rocks. 
Faint words were spoken on the cliff you had been pushed of off but the winds were too strong for your ears to hear them. 
You wondered why they did it, you knew the village didn't like you but you didn't think they disliked you enough to commit murder. 
Everything was numb as your vision blurred but you could feel the strange sensation of suckers wriggling up your broken legs. It must have been an octopus using you as leverage to climb up the rocks. At least in your dying moments you could help out at least one living creature before you go. Slipping away you didn't hear the screams from above or feel yourself be lifted up gently as if you were made from fragile clay. 
Slowly you opened your eyes as a groan left your lips. Everything hurt so badly and you could hardly move. It took some time for your eyes to adjust but when they finally did you let out a gasp seeing yourself surrounded by flowers you knew for certain didn't grow around your icey village. Trying to sit up a jolt of pain ran through your body. Your eyes widening, the pain was so intense you couldn't breath or perhaps you were in pain because you couldn't breath. Even laying back in the same position as before didn't bring your breathing back. A feeling of dread filled you as you gasped for air like a fish out of water. 
As quick as lightning tentacles were wrapped around you rubbing your chest in a strange way. It almost mimicked breathing? Whom ever the tentacles belonged to knew what they were doing as soon air was flowing back into your lungs, all be it with difficulty but you could breath at the least. The tentacles continued this movement as you flowed them wanting to know just who had been helping you.
He was large with bumpy looking copper skin. His eyes yellow and goat like with long rectangle pupil's. There were a lot more tentacles to him than just the onces assisting you to breath. You wanted to scream, you'd never seen something like him before but you couldn't. Maybe it was because he had saved you, maybe it was because you could see no hate in his eyes only worry and concern, or simply it was beacuae you didn't have enough air in your lungs to do so. Opening your mouth you went to speak but found yourself unable. Puzzled you tried again but only letting out a squeak that deeply pained your throat. 
He leaned forward shaking his head at you. “Your not healed enough.” His voice had a strange clicking to it. “It will come back once your stronger.” You weren't sure how you were still alive after a fall like that but if he was able to get you breathing by giving you what seemed to be a massage it was safe to say he probably knew lots about healing or perhaps he had magic? 
The healing process was long and painful but not as much as it would have been without him. You had to learn quickly that personal space wasn't somthing he comprehend. For the sake of getting better you put up with his constant touching of your body. His touches often grew more curious after his check ups on you. Wandering tentacles would tap your legs, the suction cups on the underside of them making little popping sounds as they suctioned and unauctioned from your soft flesh. He didn't have legs of his own so he oftern touched yours studding them. Your toes were very intresting to him. It wasn't hard for him to learn about your reaction to being tickled. You wouldn't stop squirming when he was touching the bottom of your feets. He had scolded you for movimg so much before you were ready for that. By that point you were healed enough and could explain to him what his actions had caused. This only interested him more but he touched more carefuly now trying to avoid the tickle spots… for now. 
You learned more about durning this time. While he studied you, you studied him. Looking past his frighteningly odd appearance he was kind and gentle. Despite his large size he was always careful to not crush the flowers around the little caves island. The place was strange, to you there was no exit but the giant hole in the roof of the cave as large as the island itself. There must have been some sort of secret tunel under the water as Zeke as you called him would go under and come back hours later with tentacles full of things. Most of the time it was things for you, such as fruits or clothes that were in no way your size, it was different styles every time. You were starting to wonder if he was stealing all these items.
When he would bring something for himself it was always something shiny or made an interesting sound. His favorites to bring back were little whistles and wind chimes. He would cooe every time the wind blew on the chimes making them let out their sounds. When he walked past them he always dragged a tentacle against them to make the sound himself. 
One day when after your lungs had properly healed and you could talk again Zeke wiggled his way over to you and held out a whistle with expexting eyes. “You want me to use it?” You asked, he nodded his head vigorously in response. “I see people use them. I don't know how to.” He explained to you as he settled down next to you. His tentacles of course reached out prodding against your flesh touching and holding it as he watched with his alien eyes. “They don't really sound that pretty. Flutes sound much better but alright.” It was hard to say no when he looked like a begging puppy. Bringing the cold metal to your lips then blew. 
His reaction to it to say the least was unsettling. His whole body shivered as if he was in an earthquake and he let out a high pitched shrill. Immediately you pulled the whistle back and looked at him with a shocked look only to get a confused one back. “Why stop?” Zeke questioned poking your cheek with a tentacle. “But you were… I thought…?” You stammered confused, the realization came slowly. “Were you trying to mimic the sound?” You asked more calmly. Zeke nodded his head as if it was obvious. Bringing the whistle back to your lips you blew again, more certain about it this time, much more loudly. Zeke loved it and shrilled again doing his attempt to make the sound. It was nothing like a whistle but at the same time some how seemed so fitting for a whistle. 
Bringing the whistle away from your lips once more Zeke watched with a disappointed look apon his face. He never hid his emotions, not that he ever tried. Moving your lips into a pursed O shape you blew letting out a whistle. Immediately Zeke was trilling with delight. Knowing no boundaries like always he touched your face poking your lips as he stared at them in wonder. “You can make that nose?” He questioned touching and moving your lips. “Yeah.” It was muffled, it's hard to talk with someone playing with your lips. “Humans can make a lot of different sounds.” You explained grabbing his hands pulling them away from your face. Looking at him you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Zeke acted as if it was the best thing he had ever heard. He was cooing and letting out clicks of his own. Smiling you started to whistle a tune this time showing off. Zeke was of course very delighted by this listening to every sound you made. 
You kept whistling every tune you could think of for who knows how long. Once your throat and mouth started to hurt you stopped. Zeke seemed content enough with the amount of whistling you had done for him. “Such pretty sounds.” He cooed leaning in closer. “Such pretty sounds from such a pretty mate.” Your eyes widened hearing his words. Had you misheard him? Surely his term of mate wasn't what you had been thinking of. “You will be my mate.” Zeke said nuzzling his face against your neck. He did mean that kind of mate…
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nousanti · 10 months
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Mimic octopi will pretend to be lionfish sometimes. Did it work? Did he scare you off from eating him?
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chaotictoon · 11 months
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Monster Girl Alphabet : O
O is for Ocean Monster
Ocean Monster are sea monsters that came form the Ocean and can breath water
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kay-i · 11 months
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OctoSeph heals MerAer after a painful mating👀
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freshhotflavors · 9 months
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🐙 Octomaid Midi 🐙
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wakebymoonsleepbysun · 2 months
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Ah, my dearest darling Music...you could not avoid my creature-ification beam forever. Honestly I'm surprised you avoided it as long as you did. I was hitting DJ and the DCA with it within a month of them becoming my blorbos.
Though I guess I should clarify, this is my second attempt at this design...the first one came out looking like an animu pretty boy. (I'll post it below the cut for y'all to point and laugh.) I wanted to keep his general shape, though make his head less blocky cuz biological. Funnily enough it was drawing the Smiling Critters Music Man that helped me figure out how to do that without just...making him look human. As for his body, a potbelly + narrow and sloping shoulders I think captures his shape pretty well.
ALSO. Like an octopus, he has no bones. (Except his teeth I guess? I guess octopi have beaks so that kinda tracks I think.) So he's very squishy and leaning against him is like leaning against a bean bag chair unless he deliberately tenses up.
And I draw a quick comic for how he and the reader first encounter each other. The reader, new in town, sees something strange in the water but doesn't get a good look at it before it hides, and then this happens:
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FAILURE OF A MEETCUTE. Someday I will have Music and Reader meet in a way that doesn't involve the reader initially mistreating Music...probably.
Don't worry, Reader is actually quite nice to him once they realize he's not a feral kraken trying to swamp their rowboat. And eventually Music will get a smooch on the head to make up for the whap.
And now the result of the creature-ification beam still being partially set to human:
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Yeah I got frustrated and abandoned it pretty quick. Probably didn't help that my first attempt at drawing him was in profile. =w=;;
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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 4 months
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URSULA
by Vincent Coviello
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dark-water-siren · 1 year
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Javier Barjollo
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fossiljockmatt · 2 months
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If your going to sign up for a medical trial, always read the fine print!
You can read Mixten Genetics is on Webtoon or at Mixtengenetics.com!
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erinmcdowellart · 1 year
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Some mermaids from earlier this year
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staceart · 11 months
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It's the last hour of Mermay! Here's an adorable blue-ringed octomaid to be your friend.
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aprilpowered · 9 months
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Finished this Sappholopod April for Avatar Purposes, really happy with how she came out, especially with the linework and patterns. It's nice to be drawing again. = ]
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slime-pupp · 1 year
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Hello Tumblr! You really liked Minette's original concept art, so I hope you like my finalized design too!
She's a little deep sea elf, I haven't figured out what class yet? Maybe some kind of sorcerer? I've decided her fun hat is actually a companion, who also needs a name.
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