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silversmoke-20 · 1 year

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Yandere Teenage Kraken GenderSwapped!

Ruby Gillman/Ruben Gillman

Shellsea/Shelldon

Contents: Yandere Tendencies, Genderswap au, NSFW content, Dark content, College au, Aged up!, Horny, Cat's are God's!

Ruben Gillman and Shelldon

These two as boys will be nothing more than terrifying. One will be basically a walking horny fish that wants to ravage kiss you and the other is basically clingy and is close to kidnapping saving you from that damn merman, who's making unnecessary glances at your direction.

Shelldon

This merman wouldn't hesitate to well breakup any relationship you were in just to have you. He would demand for you to show him a pic of that gorgeous body so he can Ahem! Relieve himself real quick! In any other situations if you're alone with him get ready for a wild ride.

"Such a naughty Human~, I know you wanted this~"

The moment Shelldon saw Ruben Gillman that kraken prince giving him one of those creepy black eyed stare before heading towards his darling. He knew he had to kill that damn raw calamari bastard.

Shelldon will use all his powers that he cultivated before arriving in Oceanside high and will use his hypnotic signing to have you distance yourself away from the cephalopod or else you can say goodbye to your dear family.

"You've been hanging with that stupid calamari boy. I guess you need to be taught a, "lesson". Get on your knees and let's put that disobedient mouth to proper use~".

Shelldon is a massive control freak and doesn't like it if you disobey him. So he'll blackmail you or use his charismatic and good looks and he'll have you wrapped around his finger.

Be a good little human pet and he won't change your Spotify playlist to only Taylor Swift music.

Ruben Gillman

Oh this sweet summer child is literally down bad for you and he craves your touch, lips, affection and body. Like I'm talking about a touched starve zenitsu begging for any affection, even if it's from inosuke kind cravings.

The moment you rolled passed him on your roller skates with a satchel strapped around your shoulders and giving him a cheeky wink, he knew you and him belong together.

He will try and find out everything of what you liked and Disliked. After Stalking checking out your social media, he discovered you played the drums and guitar and loved to skate. Basically a punk rock darling he never knew he desired.

So after been given an old skateboard given by his father that had a cool blue Cthulhu design on the bottom. He knew he was ready

So noticing this odd blue skinned boy trying to skate on a skateboard had made you want to coach the poor baby how to properly skate. So after teaching him how to skate and do some neat tricks he asked for your number.

"I'm Ruben Gillman, a normal teenage boy!"

Now it's weird that someone half your height has the same dislikes and likes you have would raise some red flags🚩🚩🚩. But humans are stupid you shared more of your interests.

One night he stalked followed you to see you sit out on the end of the pier and writing some lyrics and sketches for some designs and the moment you attempted to get up, your foot slipped on the wet wood and you fell into the water. Ruben knew he had to save you and dove in after you.

"Are you alright Y/n- I mean human?"

Hearing a worried voice, you noticed the voice held your tiny body in his huge rubbery purple four fingered hand. Looking up you see an adorable purple Kraken with a metal crown sitting atop his head. His entire body had this lights stretched across his glowing purple body.

Putting you down on the pier he dove into the waters below and you can only watch the illuminated cephalopod swam away from the mainland.

Now this began your curiosity about this adorable giant sea beast. You decided to head to the pier three nights later and with your guitar, you started playing a song.

Seeing no Kraken in sight you decided to chalk this up to you being delusional and started to pack your things.

Until-

"I like your song, can you play more for me?"

Now this began your friendship with The Kraken and you. Sometimes you had to cancel plans with Ruben and he oddly enough doesn't mind, he also sounds similar to him.

After Shelldon interacted with you, you noticed that Ruben and the kraken had a odd switch to a different personality.

The two separately told you to stay away from that man. But you were human, a stupid little human.

The moment you spent one single day with Shelldon, you're suddenly woken up to see you were in a large cave.

Confused you noticed the rise of water slowly forming nearby and noticed the kraken appearing before you holding something under the water.

Suddenly he throws something out of the water, and too your horror it was Shelldon, who had his chest recently impaled and his lower body in the body of fish tail.

Demanding the kraken to let you go he slowly exits the water with a disappointed look on his face and witnessed him slowly shrinking in size and with a flash of purple light.

Ruben and the Kraken were the same person. And now you could only hope to whatever existing god there is that he wouldn't hurt you.

"Don't worry, I'm going to protect you from those who want to tear us apart."

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kurogabae · 5 days

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If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

Hm. I guess that depends.

If it was just to relive something the exact same, or even for the first time again, I have a few. There are moments that I know I've forgotten (poor memory) that I would love to refresh - fun times with friends, carefree moments with my siblings from childhood, a handful of dates with my wife, time spent with my grandmother that I never got the chance to properly appreciate.

One of the memories I can remember that I would like to revisit is my trip to Norwalk Aquarium. My wife and I stopped by at the suggestion of a cousin of hers on our way back from visiting Boston (and its aquarium - yes, there is a theme to our marriage and it is that my wife loves me enough to show me fish all over the country). It was an amazingly wonderful place that I never would have heard of if her family hadn't suggested it. But the crown jewel of the visit was something she pointed out to me near the end of the visit.

You see, we had been to Monterey, Boston, Atlanta, Niagara - so many big name aquariums. None of them had cuttlefish, my favorite of cephalopods. Atlanta and Niagara just didn't have one, and both Boston and Monterey's were off exhibit. Our home aquarium didn't have one either. I was ready to head home having still never seen an IRL cuttlefish. Norwalk was supposed to have one, but the display was shut down and being replaced. Another deadend.

Until one of the last rooms. My wife joyously called me over to a teeny tiny tank and told me to look. Inside was not only a cuttlefish, but a flamboyant cuttlefish - my favorite or favorites! And to top it off, it was enjoying a shrimp snack. My wife was so proud to have spotted the tank I had walked right by only a few minutes ago, admittedly lost in a bit of "poor me" attitude. I stood there and watched the little friend eat almost their whole shrimp.

I felt so seen and loved. I never want to forget that moment of her calling me over, of how pleased with herself she looked as I gasped and tried not to scream out loud in a public place of excitement. I know I squeezed her hand very tightly, I tried to not squeeze too hard. She shows me she loves me in thousands of ways every day, but that one is always gonna be special to me.

#ask Ryssa #ryssa goes on a tangent about her wife and cuttlefish

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mireyadc · 9 months

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The Octopus

Dr. Octopus sona

"Mo" Octavius - The Octopus - Hero - Earth 9639

In the end I decided to make a Dr Octopus instead of Spider-man and the result turned out to be the winner, she is incredible and at the same time she is very me, she is what I would like to be in a few years, but with superpowers and she is perfect. I even encouraged myself to make a reference to her actuators.

The how I came to try a Doctor Octopus sona is very really long story, so if you want to read it or read some headcanon about Mo, click on "keep reading".

I will also answer questions about her

Feel free to ask!

Where did the "Octopus" idea come from?

My dream in life was to become a paleontologist, but unfortunately where I live that is not possible, geologically speaking, my land is very young and there are no fossil remains, so I could not study here and the truth is that I love more my family and my land than my dream of studying extinct creatures, I will not go study far away.

I was talking with an old classmate about what other specialty I could choose and she told me that she had always believed that I would end up as a marine biologist, I asked her why and she told me that it was the impression she got on the visit to the "oceanographic".

Apparently, on a trip we made to the Oceanographic Institute, she heard me giving fun facts about octopus, squid and cuttlefish; I have always been fascinated by cephalopods and since at that very moment they were studying the life cycle of octopuses in the laboratories that they showed us, I was a little excited; and then there was an incident with an octopus… What a day... really, but when I remembered it, I kept thinking.

Two days later there was the first Spider-man film from 2002 on TV and I saw the beginning, when they arrived at the laboratory where the spiders were and it reminded me so much of the excursion I had been talking about the other day with my partner, so much, that I couldn't avoid thinking:

“Radioactive spider + nerd = Spider-man

Radioactive octopus + nerd = Octopus-woman?”

And then I remembered Dr. Octopus and thought "Why not?"

It started as a bit of a joke, as if on that excursion I had been bitten by a radioactive octopus and had become a superhero with octopus powers. I took all my knowledge about cephalopods, I designed the outfit inspired by my own clothes, I thought about what things I could make a superhero where I live and when I wanted to realize it, I had created Mo Octavius, my Dr. Octopus sona, one of the characters I've created that I like the most, even though I hate drawing humans.

It has undergone some modifications since the beginning, especially in its background and powers, but it is now ready to go out into the world.

Headcanon:

No, she actially wasn't bitten by a radioactive octopus. Instead, some chemicals fell on her, mutagenic risk products containing DNA fragments from cephalopod for hybridization, belonging to a project to create transgenic octopuses for commercial purposes. (I hope I can elaborate on this a bit more, I find it very interesting)

Her mother and sister are alive, but they live very far from where she studies, so she stays with her uncles, Otto and Rossy. Her uncle, Otto Octavius, is the true inventor of the actuators she uses.

She has two names, Micaela Ophelia, but she doesn't like either of them, so she prefers to be called Mo, after the initials, M.O.

In Spanish, two surnames are used, the father's first and the mother's second, but since Mo never met his father, she usually uses only her mother's surname, Octavius. (She lives in a part of Spain)

She is the superhero in charge of protecting the city where she lives, and why not Spider-man? Because the Peter Parker of her dimension purposely modified a spider, imitating what happened with Mo, to also obtain powers, but it went wrong, the spider's venom altered his brain chemistry and turned him evil and monstrous, a mutant spider-man who almost destroy the city. The biggest enemy of The Octopus.

Unlike most superheroes, especially Spider-man, for whom all the mutations they underwent were beneficial, she has also undergone some harmful changes, even for her health. (I will elaborate on this a bit more, later)

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rosehearrt · 1 year

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villainouscharm⠀:⠀starter, post book six, infirmary based .

It was a staggering thing, waking up with a start, blinking oneself back into the realm of existence after near full-obliteration. He remembered…not a lot, actually. Fainting, after getting far too close to Ortho. His bright red hair, turning as white as freshly fallen snow, and Azul. Azul, who had…carried him out of there, if he recalled correctly. He’d ran surprisingly quickly, even with Riddle’s added weight. And just as his vision was going fully fuzzy around the edges for what he’d been certain would be the last time, he’d gotten to see the cephalopod’s expression, the anxiety in it and even traces of fear.

Looking around with confusion evident on his features, he attempted to take everything in…ah…the infirmary. He should have known. These past few months’d had him spending more time here than he had during the entire two previous years of his attendance at this school…which would have been impressive, had it not also been deeply concerning.

With a sigh, he took in the I.V. in his arm, the heart rate monitor attached to his finger, and a couple of other electrodes on his chest. At least his hair seemed to have returned to its normal hue, but he could feel the heaviness to his body; the full force of the hit it had taken. Tartarus had perhaps been the mightiest of beasts he’d taken on yet. It’d worn down both his body and mind, as well as any and all defenses which was…discomforting.

He realized now, just how much he’d spilled to Azul. All of those carefully guarded parts of his childhood kept so close to his chest, like an especially enthralling hand of cards. Nothing about it had been pretty; and nothing about it had been anything he’d ever intended to share. He never spoke of it, not even with Trey, who already knew of some of it. And yet, he’d confided in Azul. Not of everything, of course, but…certain things.

And now, he could feel the cold wash of terror down his spine as he realized he’d handed his vulnerabilities to their school’s most infamous information broker on a silver platter. What was wrong with him, honestly! No wonder everyone always looked at him as though he were on a constant downward spiral. Clearly, he was, or he wouldn’t have done that. This was going to cause so much additional trouble; reasoning with Azul was nearly impossible.

But he had to find him, and at the very least try.

So he shifted, readying himself to remove his I.V. first…before his elbow brushed a figure, asleep in a chair at his bedside. What…? “Azul?” Incredulous, finely groomed eyebrows shot up, Riddle’s shock evident on his features. Was this real? He was here, with Riddle? “What—what in the seven’s name are you doing here??”

#SORRY THIS IS SO BAD I'M SO HALF ASLEEP IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY #v. & ˗ˏˋ BOOK SIX ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 & 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 .#villainouscharm

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oceansrevenge · 9 months

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TIMING: Current PARTIES: @faustianbroker & @oceansrevenge SUMMARY: Your typical sea monster meet-cute or something. Marina happens upon Leviathan swimming in the ocean and unfortunately for boaters, the two had a great time.

There was nothing in the world that compared to the open sea. The motion of the waves, even on a calmer day, soothed Marina in ways no tank ever could. No matter how meticulously the water was monitored to ensure her survival, it didn’t have the pull of the tides or small crevices to squeeze into while she slept. Since escaping the glass prison, she simply couldn’t get enough time in the ocean. Every cephalopod protected and in her presence helped return the strength that had been taken from her, healed the aches in all but her hearts. The feeling of strength in her tentacles had her craving one of her favorite pastimes. It had been too many years since her tentacles had wrapped around in a ship and sunk it to the ocean floor.

The summertime months were filled with various vessels venturing into waters that were not theirs to explore and Marina longed to sink them all, but today, she would start with one. Test her strength and affinity with these new waters. She swam swiftly through waves as searched and finally laid eyes upon a vessel filled with humans with their phones out. There was a slightly satisfied curve to her mouth as she raced ahead, only to feel something else in the water swimming in the same direction. Something that mirrored her in size and intensity. She stopped in her place and laid eyes upon one of the most stunning creatures she’d ever seen. It had a dragonesque look that reminded her of tales the other nereides back home had told of sea monsters like the kraken and the Leviathan and it had a pale turquoise glow around some of its parts. It was remarkable. Would it like to toy with the humans in the same way she did or would it consider her a foe? It was decidedly not fae, the familiar chiming feeling under her skin wasn’t present and it was not one of her cephalopods. It was a risk and it was thrilling. She approached more slowly, wonder present in her eyes. “Wow,” her deep voice vibrated through the water, “You magnificent creature. What are you?” She didn’t expect a response, but she was curious to see what it did next.

—

Some days Leviathan wanted nothing more than to return to the sea from which it had come, but it had things keeping it here, now. People. Besides, that sea was decidedly more lonely than this one, and so the demon often compromised by spending a day or two shifted and in the water until it felt ready to return to the human life that waited for it.

This was one of those days, and Leviathan swam lazily through the water, fully aware that it had wandered into the path of one of the vessels from its tourism business, figuring that it might as well give some lucky bastards a show while it was in the area.

But… huh. What was that? Many pairs of eyes flicked this way and that as its great, frilled head turned in the water, massive clawed and webbed feet pawing at the water to turn the serpentine body in a tight formation.

Behind it was… whoa. Whoa. That giant mouth hung open in surprise at the sight of the… the what, exactly? Octopus… person. Fae? Had to be. It didn’t know of anything that looked like that, and fae were probably the most diverse species in appearance.

I am the Leviathan, it answered honestly, voice sounding in her head and hers alone as it swam a little closer. Its heart thudded against its ribcage, gills flaring and bubbles erupting from its snout. What are you?

—

The way its voice reverberated through her mind made it feel as if its words were a song meant only for her. If Marina were to hazard a guess based on the clarity, she was almost certain that the words were for her and her alone to hear. There was a certain thrill to that, one that made her confident that its words were true and she was truly swimming before the Leviathan itself. And it was a thing of beauty. She wanted to see it in action, live the many stories she had heard of its antics. Her imagination surely could not do it justice.

“Your words are true,” she stated plainly, her eyes still carefully monitoring its movements. As if taking in every small detail of its form, the way its gills moved, and the way she felt the change in the currents changing path around the large creature would commit it to memory with flawless clarity. “Leviathan,” she repeated softly, intrigue clear in her voice even under the water.

The Leviathan was a legend, one she remembered telling tales of to Eula when she was just a young little thing. That thought added another layer of longing, one mixed with an ache that her sweet girl didn’t get to experience this moment of wonder alongside her. The memory still stood, Leviathan was the thing of legends and she would not slight it by leaving it waiting for an answer. “I’m a nereid,” she offered, “You may call me Marina.”

Somehow, she had the feeling her name would sound something akin to the symphonies inspired by muses hearing it echoed in her own head in the voice of the beautiful sea serpent. A tentacle tentatively extended toward the demon, unable to help herself, but not foolish enough to show the creature anything but the utmost respect that its notoriety commanded. “May I?”

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Marina… its voice vibrated through her head once more, swelling and bursting like waves crashing through the entrance of a sea cave. Its many eyes danced to the tentacle she extended, and if that great, toothy maw could have cracked into a smile, it would have. Yes. Even in this body, it craved all the same things it had grown accustomed to by living among humans, and touch was top of the list. And to be touched by such a magnificent creature of the sea, well… that was simply a bonus.

It swam closer, serpentine body coiling behind it as it leaned into the grasp of her many arms, clearly welcoming the closeness that it brought. She was small compared to it, but Leviathan still marveled at her size. I have never seen one like you, it mused, claws dragging lightly across her body as it admired the form. You are very beautiful, Marina. Marina… The voice now rumbled almost as if it were laughing, a theory backed up by the way its jaws parted and its head lolled as it pressed its snout against her. All those aquamarine eyes closed and the beast coiled tighter, basking in the effortless and mutually respectful connection that had been forged in an instant. If only it were always this easy.

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Had her own name ever sounded quite so beautiful? The way it flowed and ebbed through her so that she could feel every syllable, feel the wondrous way in which this legendary being regarded her. If Marina hadn’t already been thoroughly taken with the magnificent creature, she would have been in that moment— instead, something akin to affection swelled through her that only grew when Leviathan leaned into her touch. The sensation of its skin was rough and she could feel its power. The very maw that danced into her touch could destroy even her and there was something exhilarating in that fact.

There was a wave of pride in her. The Leviathan found her form beautiful and its appreciation showed in the gentle way its claws moved across her skin. Marina could hardly believe something so large, so powerful, could have such a light touch. She hummed in contentment. There was something especially thrilling in the promise of pain the sharp claws held despite the soft way they grazed her form. “And you are absolutely stunning,” she practically sang, leaning into its form as it looped and coiled around her, “What beautiful destruction you must be capable of.”

Tentacles with a mind all their own, followed delicately across the demon to bask in its affection. Marina already felt a sense of adoration for it, one that normally only came so easily for other fae, but this creature so embodied the ocean that it was easy to feel at home in its touch. Her eyes drifted towards the vessel in the distance and she gave the creature a small nudge. “Perhaps you could show me,” she said deviously, low voice carrying in the water.

—

Head turning in the direction she’d indicated, Leviathan let out a low, gurgling laugh. You know I would love to, it thrummed, but that vessel actually belongs to me. Looking back at her, it cocked its head to the side. Still. I will happily show you what I am capable of, Marina. You need only follow…

Uncoiling from around her, the massive beast started a swim deeper out to sea, listening for the roar of engines. While it could travel at frightening speeds, it kept the pace leisurely, instead enjoying the feeling of swimming in a spiral around the nereid, brushing its scales against her body.

If she was this gorgeous looking like herself, it could only wonder what her human disguise might look like. If she had one of those: it wouldn’t fault her if not. The ocean was a far more preferable place to be, after all.

I have a home among them. For entertainment, mostly—this town provides plenty of that. You are always welcome, should you feel the urge to venture onto dry land. The house is on a beach, so there isn’t much arid travel required.

A far off rumbling met its ears and the demon gestured with a jerk of its head. There we are. It was one of the big ones that hauled shipping containers full of god knows what—amazon packages, probably—overseas. A sizable boat, but nothing that the demon’s powerful jaws couldn’t rip through. As they approached the ship’s powerful propellers, Leviathan placed itself below Marina, eyes growing dark as pupils expanded in excitement. I like going for the propellers, it explained, they tickle. But, ladies first, if you like.

—

Bubbles seemed to surround them as the Leviathan seemingly laughed and there was something strangely endearing about it. Many stories of it had been told from the limited viewpoint of humans who were terrified of it and had painted it as a terrifying monster. Marina had no doubt that it could inspire terror in the hearts of many, but there was something so delightfully playful in the way it coiled around her and how she could feel its chuckle shifting the current around them ever so slightly. “Curious,” she thought aloud, letting her tentacles brush against its scales as it unwound itself from around, “I would not dream of destroying anything that is yours.” As much was true and not only because even she looked small next to its massive form. No, there was a kindred nature— a connection she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t the same humming of bells under her skin she felt in the presence of other fae, but the feeling brought its own kind of warmth.

“Lead the way,” Marina hummed, eager to follow alongside it. She had the feeling they could both swim faster, it likely considerably moreso, but the relaxed swim held its own magic to it. The way the great creature spiraled around her in a way that allowed them to brush each other every so often. It was an all encompassing experience that only became more so when its voice swam through her mind again. Even more curious. It had to have a human disguise, one she was almost certain could not hold a candle to the beauty it possessed now, but she wanted to see it all the same. She wanted to know where it fit into the human world and perhaps what it could teach her in that regard.

“A home and a boat,” Marina wondered aloud. The more human-like arm of her form reached out toward it and her fingers stroked its scales as it made another loop around her. A quiet show of acceptance as she gathered her thoughts. “You divert expectations,” she finally said, “I appreciate the invitation and will likely take you up on it.” She paused briefly. “I have matters on land to attend to.”

For now, Marina would leave it at that. Discussing her business with the humans meant letting her thoughts drift to the circumstances that inspired her vendetta. The glass tank. The isolation. Eula.

No, this particular moment was a bright one that didn’t need to be marred with thoughts of vengeance and rage. Marina could carry the happier memories of her daughter with her and let this experience be what it was— something beautiful, magical. As much became all too easy when she could hear and feel its voice again. Her skin flashed from its normal orange to an inky black before finally fading into a light brown. Somewhere alongside its voice, a laugh from her memory rang clear, too. Her own shortly followed.

“Ach nai,” Marina let slip in her native tongue, before slipping back to the English they had been conversing in, “Surely just a tickle for one with such thick skin.” The powerful propellers on the vessel likely wouldn’t be quite as kind to her. Instead, she watched the vessel momentarily and focused on the movement of the water. Her eyes flit shut as she allowed herself to fully feel the current and tides, let herself become fully one with them. When her eyes fluttered back open, they gazed upon the ship. She willed the water to form waves larger and choppier than they were previously on such a clear day. The water was happy to oblige and the boat began to rock slightly. That was her moment.

Marina drew in closer toward the ship and reached a couple of tentacles out to grab along some of its side railings. Paired with the motion of the water, she was able to gain enough leverage to violently jerk the vessel from side to side, sending a few of its crew over and into the water. She was quick to wrap a tentacle around one of the trashing humans and pull it under the surface with her as she moved closer to Leviathan. “I have a few humans to drown,” she spoke, “That’s my favorite part.” If she had been wearing her human visage, a devious grin would have painted her features. “Your turn. Show me your worst.”

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Watching delightedly as the nereid commanded the water to do her bidding, Leviathan flexed its claws and flared its gills, now itching to take a bite of the vessel itself. It paced in the water, if you will, swimming to and fro as the massive nymph sent men hurtling overboard and into the stormy waters, where she snatched one up, ignoring his struggling and muted screams as he tried to claw himself free of her grip.

Damn. That was pretty hot.

My worst, my worst… Its worst would require a different form. Larger, more lethal than this gentle cruiser. But that was easily done. Of course, Marina. Diving deeper, the demon opened its jaws as wide as it could, and something began to emerge from them. Tentacles, not unlike her own but scaled up considerably. They writhed and grasped the side of its great head, ripping the lower jaw off of the body. A split ran down the beast’s side, clouding the water down deep with blood, and something burst forth. Impossibly large when compared to the vessel it was vacating, unfolding like it had been vacuum sealed inside. It looked different, lacking in clawed appendages and with an enormous mouth like a lamprey—a gaping, circular opening lined with hundreds of jagged teeth. Once it was free of the gore of its former body, it sped toward the surface and crashed against the underside of the cargo ship with enough force to launch it out of the water about twenty feet. Its tentacles wrapped up and around the ship, circling it fully as that horrific mouth clamped down on the propellers. They groaned and stuttered before being ripped from their bearings, and the rear of the ship dipped low, the upper deck sinking a few feet beneath the water. Leviathan opened its maw wide, tentacles gathering at the end of the ship nearest its head, making it tilt at an even more extreme angle—and the desired effect was realized as a few of the crewmen fell, screaming, into the sea monster’s jaws.

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There was a hum in the currents as Marina watched the creature change into something bigger, something far more terror inducing but somehow even more beautiful. It carried into her hearts which pulsed with excitement as she watched the change and delighted over the inclusion of tentacles in this form. A deep laugh rang around her as she watched its massive maw go straight for the propeller. She imagined a mirror of a tickling sensation in her own beak, knowing full well the massive propellers would be more than a tickle for her. The way its tentacles wrapped around the ship and the loud crunch it made under its grasp had to be one of the most amazing things she had the fortune of seeing.

Then the Leviathan was holding the ship at an angle, letting its crew fall into its jaws, and she knew those humans would never see the light of day again. Marina was giddy at the thought. It was magnificently destructive, a show to let the humans know they weren’t welcome here. The demon had taken her favorite pastime and made it into something even bigger, even deadlier, and it made her feel warm in a way she hadn’t in decades.

“Brilliant,” Marina encouraged. She practically danced around the wreckage, grabbing wayward crewman who hadn’t quite made it into the Leviathan’s late afternoon snack and pulled them under. Some were easier to pull down than others, she took her time with the ones who trashed against her grip. One, two… a dozen? In the excitement, it was hard to keep count.

“Such quick work of it,” Marina awed, “With a flair for the dramatics. I approve.” More than approved, she craved more. She could watch it swim and rip things apart for hours, but she longed to see its human disguise too— perhaps become better acquainted with it. It could create such carnage and wreckage with ease and lived amongst the humans from time to time. The Leviathan was a curious creature and this show only left her only more awestruck.

—

Satisfied with its work, Leviathan dragged the ship below the surface with those massive appendages and slithered along the bottom of it, distributing its weight more or less evenly on each end of the ship before gripping tightly and ripping. The vessel cracked in half and began its descent to the sea floor where it would, in time, create a new reef. Whatever humans were still aboard, huddled in their hiding spots, would make food for the predators that were already headed this way.

I am glad to hear that, the demon responded to Marina’s approval, moving her way again, its sheer mass shifting the currents around it and nearly pushing her about. And I am glad to see you… have enjoyed yourself. If it had had a mouth capable of smirking, it would have done so.

If you have business among humans… I’d like to show you where you can find me up there. Wasn’t the only thing it wanted to show her, but that didn’t need saying. Yet.

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There was always something satisfying about watching human-made vessels sink. Slowly, it’d be pulled to the ocean’s floor and be reclaimed by the life there. Algae and corals would grow on the surface, smaller fish would swim through it and make it their own. Larger predators would find meals in the remaining humans abroad. For all they took from the ocean, in moments like these, they were giving back. Marina found satisfaction in her waters reclaiming something so large. It’d soon be home to many more deserving and she found it easy to bear affection for the creature who made it possible. In such a stunning display, the kind sailors of older days wrote shanties about.

“I’ve most certainly enjoyed myself,” she hummed, “And I’m glad you got a good meal out of the endeavor.” In so many ways, the demon embodied the ocean that its form was suited to it. It was capable of great destruction like the waves in a storm, but had a certain whimsy about it, too. The kind that made the sea enchanting and the subjects of poems and paintings, century after century. Just like its voice in her mind, the shift in the water as it moved toward her again felt all encompassing. As it neared her, she reached toward its tentacles, not asking this time before feeling them against hers. Even with her own considerably large size, her tentacles seemed so small in comparison. It didn’t scare her. Intuitively she knew Leviathan would do her no true harm, but the fact that it could was thrilling.

“It’s as if you read my mind,” Marina responded, her hands brushing along some of the seafoam colored accents in its scales, “Though I have no intention of ruining such a wonderful day with business as such. I had… more exploratory endeavors in mind.” This form, while far superior to the glamour she wore, didn’t quite allow for the same expressive mannerisms. She hoped the emphasis on certain words served the same purpose as a smirk or the strange winking thing that humans did. Her fingers traced its scales a moment longer before gesturing ahead, “Lead the way.”

#wr writing #wickedswriting #wr leviathan #threads; with leviathan; ship to wreck

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Splatoon 3 fic! I think I’m the first ever to do a fic where Agent 3 and 8 are the adopted parents of New Agent 3. Enjoy though!

It had been a long day for Three and Eight. They’d been running around Splatsvile all day. Mostly just exploring the city and running some errands. The day was long but lovely. Now the two cephalopods were in bed. Fast asleep.

Eight had her arm around Three. Head resting on her chest, snoozing peacefully. Three had an arm around Eight. Her other hand holding the octoling’s arm. Snoring a bit. It was dark inside their room. A small nightlight was in the corner.

As the two slept, the door leading to their room cracked open. A little bit of light leaked into the room. Behind the door was Rockhopper. Better known as New Agent 3. He was giggling lightly as he held his salmonid buddy. The salmonid was peaking around the bedroom door. Chirping a bit.

“Little Buddy,” Rockhopper said. “Look at moms. Should we wake them up?”

Little Buddy turned towards the inktoling with a chirp. Nodding his head and wagging his tail.

“I agree. If you help me out here, I’ll give you a treat.”

The salmonid chirped with a nod.

“Alright, you know what to do.”

Rockhopper put down Little Buddy past the threshold. With a thumbs up, he closed the door slightly. The little salmonid then looked over to the sleeping cephalopods. With a chirp, he shuffled over to the bed. He began to think about how to get up.

Looking around, he saw a knocked-over trash can. Shuffling over to it, he jumped up. Despite nearly falling off, he managed to roll it over to the bed. Jumping up on it, he crawled his way towards the front. Carefully crawling over Eight. Trying not to wake her up.

Once at the front of the bed, he chirped quietly. Looking at Three. His brain trying to think of a way to wake her up. After some thinking, he chirped. Crawling up onto her. Raising his fin, he winded up.

*SMACK*

Three awoke with a start. Jumping a little and letting out a snort. She looked around. Trying to figure out what happened. Once her eyes finally focused, she saw Little Buddy. The salmonid happily sat on top of her. Chirping in success.

“God- Rockhopper sent you, didn’t he,” Three said to the salmonid. “What time is it anyway?”

She looked over to the clock set up on the dresser across the room. In red numbers, the clock said noon.

“Alright, alright, I’m up.”

Gently shaking her partner awake, she yawned. Eight stirred slightly before letting out a groan.

“W…what time is it?” Eight asked.

“Noon love,” Three told her. “Rockhopper and Little Buddy wanted us up.”

Eight let out a loud sigh. Burying her face into Three.

“Ugh…let me sleep.”

“You know Rockhopper will come in himself to wake you up. Maybe even jump on ya if you’re lucky.”

Eight sighed before letting go of the inktoling. Sitting up in bed with a stretch. Little Buddy chirped happily. Three gently grabbed the salmonid and also sat up. Letting out another yawn. The octoling sighed before climbing out of bed. Taking Little Buddy from Three.

“Alright,” Eight told the salmonid. “Go tell Rockhopper we’re awake. Love you little one.”

She then gently kissed him before putting him down. Little Buddy waved at her happily before shuffling out the partially open door. Three groaned behind her but she had a smile on her face.

“Even in moments like these, I’m glad we adopted those two.”

Eight smiled with a nod.

“I am too. Now, let’s get ready for the day. We don’t want Rockhopper burning down the house.”

Three chuckled before sighing. She was very happy about her current lifestyle. And she wouldn’t change it for anything.

#agent 24 #splatoon #splatoon 3 #agent 3 #agent 8 #new agent 3 #captain three #little buddy #salmonid #splatoon fic #splatoon fanfiction #look gordon it’s writing!

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It’s all about the win!

Ok guys, so this is my first fic here :3 (and possibly the last one for quite a while 😅). I had plenty of time on my hands because of hurricane Ian, so I decided to use all that time to make this! This is almost 3,000 words long 😅(2,824 to be exact), so I understand if you want to skip to the end (the tickles start after the third dot cut off that looks like this: ……………………..

(also there will be a cut off at the beginning because I would feel bad about making people scroll through all of this if they don’t want to)

There are probably plenty of spelling errors, but I am too tired of writing to check it over, sooooo 😅

Anyway, if you somehow didn’t realize it yet, this is a tickle fic and if that is not your jam please click away B3 Enjoy! (Also @cxra-melty, I may or not have gotten the small fry idea from you, I hope you don’t mind (it is just a small part though, this is mainly about Deep Cut)😅)

………………….

“UGHHHH, the agent beat me again! My strategy hasn’t worn them down yet even though I never changed a thing, I CALL BLASPHEMY!”

“Oh shut it will you, we’re trying to play table turf over here.”

After the Squid Beak Splatoon gave Deep Cut back the treasure they wanted (which is really just a giant shaver, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder), Frye decided to challenge Agent 3 to get the pieces back from them again.

Agent 3 actually ended up accepting the offer because they “had nothing better to do” (but really they just wanted an excuse to hang out with the idols). As stoic as they are, they are actually a very fun loving, chaotic cephalopod on the inside like the rest of splatville’s residents, they just have trouble showing it.

So the agent fought them again and again, winning every single time, with barely a scratch on their person. Shiver and Big Man, who were at first fine with and almost enthusiastic about challenging the agent again, quickly got tired of repeating the battles.

Big Man stopped first, which makes sense considering his distaste for violence. “Aye Ayeeeeee (I don’t want to fight, I just want to hug and hang out)”. The agent happily accepted this offer of course, and gave Big Man his piece of the treasure back.

Shiver, who hypocritically scolded Big Man for giving into the enemy, was the second to agree to stop fighting two days later, stating “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is dumb” and “I don’t have time for idiocracy”(which translates to: I am too lazy to come up with a new strategy, so I don’t care about this anymore). The agent just shrugged at their excuse and gave them their peice of the treasure back too.

Frye, being the stubborn instigator that she is, refused to give up and refused to take the treasure back until she won, which led to the situation Deep Cut was in right now, with Frye complaining to the other two members who were just trying to have a peaceful, private table turf battle on the ground in Alterna.

“You know, if you really want to beat them that badly, then you really should change your set up. They know every move you are going to make before hand, so now the only challenge they have is beating their previous win time.” Shiver stated as they placed a splatana card down on the board.

“But I figured that if I keep doing things the same way the agent will eventually get bored and let me win.” said Frye nonsensically as she sat down next to her friends.

“Oh come on, you know that would never work. If anything they would give up out of pity for your voluntary stupidity. Ooo, that kinda rhymes!” said Shiver as Big Man finished his turn and they got ready to place down another card. They seemed to be winning the match, so Frye’s complaining wasn’t as annoying to them as it normally was.

“But if they would actually do that they would have done it already, now I actually have to create a new strategy.” Frye stated as she pouted and crossed her arms.

“Aye aye aye aye. Aye aye aye. (When you are coming up with your new strategy, make sure you remember to keep their hero suit abilities in mind. The more they upgraded that suit the easier our fights became for them.)” suggested Big Man. Then it was his turn again, and also the final turn of the match.

“Aye Aye! (I’ve been preparing the whole match for this moment!) Aye aye ayeee! (Brace yourself for my special attack: myself!)”

“NOOOOOO” exclaimed Shiver, as she realized that throughout the whole match the smaller moves Big Man made were all just to build up enough special points for a powerful final attack. Big Man had placed the card with his own image on it down and won the match.

“Aye Aye! (See, you have to always watch your opponent!)”

Frye sat there thinking for a moment, with a hand up to her face to display the most thoughtful looking expression she could. Then she got up, saying “I guess you guys are right, it’s stakeout time! I’ll see you later, hopefully with some new info and a new plan! WAHAHAHAHA!”

Frye then walked a few paces away (in order to not ruin the mock table turf battle the others set up) and threw one of Deep Cut’s signature smoke bombs down.

“I’ll bet you’ll miss me!” *KABOOM*

“Aye aye! (We will!) Aye aye aye, aye aye! (Make sure you don’t bother the agent too much, we’re friends!)

“Aye, aye? (Shiver, do you think she’ll listen?)”

“No, probably not, now give me a rematch!”

“Aye! (Sure!)”

…………………………………….

“Hehehehe, now where could they be?” Said Frye about a half an hour later, eating a squid-made(not made of squid, made by squids) version of the steak humans used to eat(because of course she had to bring steak to a stake out, she’s Frye).

She suddenly saw movement in the corner of her eye, and angled her self so that she was still hidden behind the human structure she chose while she was watching her target.

Agent three surged out from the “Simply Zipcastic” kettle for the upteenth time, pepped up from using the thrilling zip caster again. Small fry happily jumped out of the agent’s backpack, excited to run around after being cooped up in the waiting room of the test.

The little salmonoid ran around in circles for about a minute while the agent watched, amused. Then, all of a sudden, the little guy managed to get itself under the agent’s oversized hero gear and- oh what do we have here?

The agent started thrashing around, seemingly losing almost all of their control as they tried to carefully get the small fry out of their shirt. They were laughing throughout the whole ordeal, and their rare smile was plastered on their face, as wide as it could possibly be.

“Wahaha, that was quick! I found their weakness before I could even finish my steak!” Frye thought as she shoved the rest of the steak into her mouth.

“It’s time to go make a plan! WAHAHA- oops wait, I probably shouldn’t use this if I want to stay discreet.” Frye put the smoke bomb she almost used by reflex away and whispered “I bet you’ll miss me” as she left the unsuspecting agent and went to go get her friends to help her enact her plan.

…………………………………….

“I think that is enough for today little buddy. Let’s go report to the captain before we go back to Splatsville.”

Agent 3 and small fry had just finished patrolling Alterna, and they were ready to go home for the day. As much fun as the agent had doing this, they found ranked battles even more entertaining.

Little buddy nodded their head, agreeing with the agent, and jumped into their backpack again. The agent got ready to super jump, already in their cephalopod form, but then-

*KABOOM*

The agent got blown away suddenly and face planted onto the floor as they changed back into their kid form out of shock. Little Buddy freaked out and jumped out of the backpack to make sure they were ok.

“WELL THAT WAS PRETTY DUMB, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” exclaimed Shiver as the three members of Deep Cut ran over to make sure the agent wasn’t hurt by their smoke bomb.

“SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO THROW IT SO CLOSE!” responded Frye as she worriedly looked over 3.

“AYE AYE!? (ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?)”

“I’m fine….. really, just stop screaming please.” said Agent 3 as they struggled to get off their face.

Deep Cut helped the agent stand up and brushed the fake snow off of them.

“Are you sure you’re alright, we can take you back to Splatsville if you need us to, in fact I can even call- Nope, don’t bother, I’m fine.” the agent interrupted Frye’s rambling, not wanting her to worry too much, as they really were perfectly fine, and had went through worst in the past.

“Ah, okay, thank Cod.”

“…..”

There was an awkward silence for a moment, due to Deep Cut forgetting what they originally came to do and the agent still being kind of shy around the idols. Small Fry calmed down by this point, as it was used to Deep Cut and did not view them as a threat.

“Do you guys need something from me? I was just going to do some ranked battles, so I don’t have anything important to do if you want my help.” said agent 3(despite being shy around them, they really wanted to hang out with Deep Cut more).

“Oh right, do your thing Big Man!”

“Aye aye?(Are your sure I should do this right after what happened?)

“Yes, they’re fine, just do it!”

“Aye aye! (Okay, here I go!) Aye aye, aye aye! (Prepare yourself, Agent 3, for the Manta family hold!)”

“Wait what- WHOA!” exclaimed Agent 3, as Big Man somehow managed to wrap the tips of his fins around the agent’s wrists and hold their arms above their head.

“G-guys what are you doing? Wait you are not actually going to try to rob me are you?” The agent went from nervous to unimpressed in a matter of seconds and raised an eyebrow at the idols.

All three idols expressed their disdain for the idea of that at the same time.

“What, no, believe it or not we have standards!”

“Aye! (Of course we won’t!)”

“We would never rob you 3! We only take things that you and the others didn’t claim yet!”

“….”

“Ok fine, we won’t take things unless we know they are not owned, don’t give me that look guys.” said Frye as the others joined 3 in giving her an unimpressed look.

“That doesn’t matter now anyway, what matters is what I am about to do! I know your weakness 3, and unless you concede to me I will- AYEE HAHAHA”

Agent 3 interrupted Frye yet again. Their sudden outburst was caused by Shiver, who had gingerly stroked behind both of the agent’s ears at the same time with their claws.

“Oh my Cod, you really are super ticklish! This should be fun~”

“Hey Shiver, I was supposed to go first!” Frye pouted as she got her own fingers ready to strike. “Oh whatever. Get ready to concede 3, because here comes my tickle attack!”

Frye stuck her hands under the agent’s jacket, and immediately went to work scribbling all over their stomach, a spot she already knew was weak on the agent from watching them earlier. Shiver resumed their own tickling as she did this, scratching behind their ears much faster than before, but still keeping it light and gentle in order not to hurt them.

“HAHAHA WAHAIT GUYS I’M TOO HEHE TIHICKILISH FOR THIHIS! EHEHE”

“Holy sea cow, you have to be the most ticklish person I ever met 3.” said Shiver as they traced the rims of 3’s ears from top to bottom, and then brought their hands further down to stroke their neck.

“For eel! You still have time to concede you know, I will happily take the W if you are willing to give in.” said Frye with a smirk on her face as she ran her fingers up and down the agent’s sides.

In their hysterical frenzy, 3 tried to gather their thoughts together so they could form a coherent response. On one hand, they were super ticklish and couldn’t stay still through this to save their life, but on the other hand they enjoyed the physical touch aspect of it and laughing like they never did in forever. So, in a bold move that they might not have made if they were able to focus more they said:

“NEHEVER! DO YOUHOR WOHOR- WAHAIT NOT THERE AGAHAHAHA!”

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe what I am hearing guys, what do you think of this?” Frye said as she moved back to their stomach, scribbling in little circles all over it’s surface.

“I honestly can’t believe they have the audacity to challenge us when they are this sensitive. I think somebody wants more tickles~” said Shiver as they grazed their fingers over their collar bone(well, where it would be if cephalopods had bones).

“Aye aye aye. Aye aye! (All I hear is cute giggling. So cute!)” said Big Man, keeping up his hold on the agent, who admittedly wasn’t thrashing as much as they normally would, almost as if they were putting in an effort into not kicking any of their attackers.

Frye then stopped tickling for a second and signaled for Shiver to stop too. The agent took the chance to catch their breath as the three idols worked together to take their hero jacket off whilst still keeping them in their hold.

The agent didn’t even realize that they were taking the jacket off until it was gone, and then they gulped with a nervous grin, realizing they may have bit off more than they could chew.

“You heard them guys, they said they want our worst~ Well let’s give them our worst!”

Immediately Frye went back to tickle the belly that was now fully exposed by their crop top, while Shiver decided to switch up spots and go for their back now that it was an easier target.

The agent immediately went into hysterical laughter at this, squirming uncontrollably. They tried to look away so the others couldn’t see their face, but Frye wouldn’t let them(she really wanted to win).

“Nuh-uh, you don’t get to escape, you asked for this!” said Frye as she reached one hand up to tickle the exposed side of their neck so that they would look back.

“Aye ayeee! (You're so cute right now 3!) Ay ay~ (Coochie coo~) said Big Man, who was now having a harder time keeping them still, but was still was able to keep his hold on them.

“I am honestly already over the battle thing, but I figured this would be way too funny to skip over, and I was right~” said Shiver as they trailed their fingers up the agent’s sides to under the agent’s arms, causing them to squeal again.

“Ooo, bad spot~”

“Hey, you better take that back Shiver, this is all about winning!” “Actually more accurately this is about me winning, since I was the only one that didn’t give up!” said Frye as she sped up her tickling, scribbling up and down their ribs before quickly returning to their belly.

“Excuse me, but we are helping you, so we should all get a win out of this!” said Shiver as they unconsciously sped up their own tickling, matching Frye��s pace.

“Aye aye, aye aye! (I honestly don’t care, this is too much fun!)”

“Seriously Big Man, don’t let her win like that!”

The three idols kept bickering amongst themselves until:

“WAHAHAHAHAHA I CONCEHEDE HEHAHAHA”

The idols remembered what they were doing again and immediately stopped tickling the agent. Big Man gently lowered them down to the floor and let them rest against him as an apology for the relentless attack.

“YES, I finally won!”

“Don’t you mean we finally won?”

“Aye aye! (That was fun!) Aye aye? (Are you okay 3?)”

“I-I’m okay… hehe” responded the agent tiredly as they got the last of the giggles out of their system. Even though they literally couldn’t handle it anymore, they still had fun! They would never admit that though.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you with a smile that large ever, could this mean that you actually enjoyed that~”

“NOPE, now if you excuse me, there is probably only about five minutes left in the rainmaker rotation and I want to get at least one match in before it ends!”

With a sudden burst of newfound energy, the agent rolled away from the idols, grabbed Small Fry(who had somehow fell asleep through all that commotion) and got ready to super jump away.

“B-Bye!” they said, and then they finally super jumped back to Splatsville, completely forgetting to report to their captain beforehand.

“HEY, YOU FORGOT TO GIVE ME MY TREASURE BACK!” exclaimed Frye as she called out after them.

“Oh please, I am sure they will give it to you later, you know they would have given it to you if you just asked instead of tickling them to their wits end.”

“Oh please, don’t act like you didn’t have fun! Plus it is better this way because it is only worth it if the opponent gives in. It is all about winning!”

“Aye aye, aye aye aye? (Hey guys, did 3 just say that the rainmaker rotation would end in five minutes?)”

“…”

“OH CARP GO GO GO GO, WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE TO THE NEWS-”

#Splatoon tickles #splatoon tickle fanfic #I will probably end up fixing mistakes in this throughout the day lol #Deep Cut tickles #Agent 3.5 tickles

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bbq-hawks-wings · 2 years

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HAWKS HAWKS HAWKS HAWKS: Chapter 353-354

Hey, folks, we're finally at the end ready to review the latest couple of chapters after only... *counts* SIX full-sized posts in so many days.

By the way, kids, go look up what "scope creep" is some time. The knowledge might save your sanity some day, assuming you properly plan for it unlike me.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Shouto's victory over Dabi is an inspirational force among the heroes when the news rings out. All of the other heroes are facing enormous, existential fear on an individual level despite being more than willing to fight and that's understandable - they're only human. Nevertheless, a young, teenage hero who had barely received his provisional license faced his own brother - one of AFO's top fighters, nonetheless - and all but single-handedly took him down. It's a major morale boost which also understandably serves to rattle the opposition.

Btw, knowing that Spinner accepted AFO's offer to make him stronger before the strike, I really want to know how his story's going to play out. He isn't near Shigaraki, AFO, Dabi, or Toga, so this could be interesting to see him spotlighted alone once again.

I'm also excited to finally get some quality screen time with Tentacole whom I believe to be criminally neglected in the series as a whole. Rooting for you, Cephalopod Son!

The news of Dabi's fall reaches Endeavor and the other heroes facing AFO.

And now I'm so glad to have gotten these chapters all at once. Hawks knew going into it that AFO would taunt Endeavor specifically where he was sensitive exactly like he did, but I don't think he anticipated AFO being able to find any fodder that would actually get under HIS skin, and that will likely really come into play later, even if we don't see the results of the battle for a few more chapters, and that's where I predict anything new or unsure about Hawks and his feelings are going to come out.

Now, I love this interaction and series of events. We all know it was Hawks that rose me from my dormant state on this blog. Up to this point there's only so much we had to talk about, especially since what was being speculated in the discussions of leaks that I saw were really far off from what the official translation wound up to be.

The panel about him calling himself "crippled" when AFO tries to make him feel weak and Hawks just deflects it, AFO not getting anything out of him by calling him "Nagant's replacement", and the comment Hawks made about him making "a clean break" from his family history were very sensationalized and taken out of context when I saw them. So far, everything seems to be well within character for Hawks, and literally none of that stuff bothers him. He knows AFO is just the villain trying to get his way, and Hawks has already put on his armor for whatever he anticipated AFO to throw at him.

The only thing that AFO did that actually got to Hawks was wound Endeavor. Hawks' weakness far more than his need for prosthetic wings are those he cares about and his mission. And now, Endeavor has been impaled like the shish kabob.

Damn it, Endeavor. It's okay, though, this is actually the spot I wanted to catch up to, because this is where i think we get the best Hawks characterization crumbs of the chapter.

Up to this point, the main motivation for Hawks as a whole has been the same since he woke up in the hospital- "Finish the job I started as soon as possible because we're running out of time!" It's been weeks. Things have only gotten worse. The goal has never changed - only the logistics and limitations it took to reach that goal. He needs to end it yesterday. Hawks has long accepted that his death may be a necessary price in that equation, and he's at peace with that if it really will bring about the change he wants to see. Sacrificing himself so Endeavor can live and defeat AFO is more than reasonable to him.

These two, though. They weren't in the plan. They weren't in the calculations, ever, because unlike him these were never acceptable potential loses to Hawks. In the moment, he doesn't consider their abilities or the fact that they just saved his life. He can't risk losing them, so they were never a consideration in this fight before.

On the subject of mind games, I think it's safe to say that AFO is going to try to leverage Hawks' protectiveness of the kids to get him to slip up later on, but Tsukoyomi is the one who'll help him psychologically stay on task, while Earphone Jack plays more traditional power support. Tsukoyomi has experience keeping up with Hawks in real time, plus he has a good idea of how his teacher thinks. He also has known and worked closely with Earphone Jack as her classmate for more than two years now, and as she doesn't have to be the one maneuvering she can just focus on communicating with Tsukoyomi to set her up for success.

It's a clutch impromptu support team and one that only gets better if Endeavor is able to rejoin them. There's likely going to be bumps and hiccups, I predict predominantly on Hawks' end and difficulties keeping Jirou airborne, just because of the desperateness of the situation; but the actual important things here is we're going to hopefully get some real quality Bird Bros material in a moment and get to see the goths kids kill it out there. I'm here for it!!!

#bnha 353 #bnha 354 #she speaks #bnha chapter review #let's talk hawks

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19: Tentacles

you're the only offworld trader permitted access to tassketsik, an illithid planet, but this access comes at a cost.

->explicit. contains noncon, mind control, mind break, body horror, ear penetration, implied captivity, terato, tentacles (believe it or not!)

This is the last time.

You let the thought come, let it pass sticky and slow in your mind. Then you bury it. It goes deep, beneath fuel calculations, landing protocols and the inventory checklist, compartmentalized so securely in a locked cabinet of the mind that even they won’t be able to reach it until you’re ready.

Tassketsik is a sapphire in the black of space, swirls of great oceans and indigo landforms. Your ship is Gemini Company standard, a shuttle-sized shipping container with a strictly temperature-regulated and cushioned cargo hold and a cramped afterthought of a cockpit. It skips like a stone over a pond in turbulent atmospheric entry. A sentry craft decloaks behind you, veering off when it detects no weapons on board. It sends a transmission—the message is brute-force translated according to your system settings.

“YOU ARE SCHEDULED, GEMINI 01. WELCOME TO TASSKETSIK.”

The intertidal city of Myrlox is partially submerged when you arrive, a landing strip lit by the pulsing bioluminescence of barnacle-like growths. Runway puddles turn to steam beneath the heat of your engine. You leave your ship in a cavernous hangar bay. Company policy strictly prohibits abandoning your cargo for more than an hour, but offworld trading is strictly regulated on Tassketsik and foreign craft aren’t permitted outside of designated landing zones. Your superiors learned this the hard way. If you take the foggy isthmus path into the city, you can still see the husk of a Gemini Company flagship like a ghost beneath the waves, rusting away in a frothing, turquoise ocean.

Myrlox is opaline silver, its obelisks and twisting conch spires shimmering like nacre beneath watery moonlight. The pavement is soft and damp, sucking at your shoes. It’s busier than the last time you were here. Illithid gather in thick, fast-moving crowds throughout the Swash, a packed business district of decorated market squares and high rise luxury shops. It can be disquieting to watch them. You chalk it up to the uncanniness, their daring proximity to humans. Bipedal with bony, complex fingers and front-facing eyes, naturally curious and inquisitive, instinctively social creatures—it’s remarkable how close they are. From behind, with their bulbous, cephalopod heads covered by hoods or ceremonial veils, you could forget that what you’re looking at isn’t human.

It’s the silence, too. Any major trade hub you’ve been to is a burst of noise and chaos, laughter and haggling and curses in a dozen languages. The illithid make very little sound. Words are startling, an aberration meant to draw attention. You hear the splashing squish of footsteps, the gurgle of the city’s sewer system processing the excess of high tide, and the wet slide of tentacles twisting together. Seafoam laps quietly across colorful, tiled pavement, a cold tongue against your ankles.

You’re startled when an illithid brushes against you. They’re tall and spindly, their thin silhouette widened by a billowing robe. Their facial tendrils paw at your clothes like clumsy hoses. One grazes your bare hand and contact is established, a smooth, confident (hello) echoing in your head.

“Hello,” you say politely.

The illithid’s tendrils flutter in delight. Their face is inexpressive except for the tentacles. Their eyes are pale and dull, the color of curdled milk, but their tendrils twist and curl towards you, tasting your mood. Your own feelings are reflected back to you, mirrored with alien recognition—stress. Exhaustion. Fear. Relief. This intrigues them further but you push back before they get too deep into your head.

(merely curious), they assure you. You interpret the speech as quiet and slightly muffled, carrying a feminine lilt. (only seen your species from afar. never spoken before. you’re the gemini human).

Something unpleasant flickers through you at being known only for your association with the company. The illithid feels it, too, enticed by the rush of disgust and displeasure. They loom closer, a tentacle draping over your shoulder like a reassuring hand.

(would like to buy something), they say. (would like the gemini human to come to my dwelling).

The request is laced with a soft pulse of psionic energy, a little nudge in the back of your mind that softens your hard “no” into considering silence. That is what you’re here to do, after all. The illithid is surprised, pleasantly so, by your resistance. You shrug their tendril off your shoulder, swatting at it when it tries to come back.

“Maybe later,” you say, noncommittal. “I have a preferred buyer I have to see first.”

They’re persistent. You feel them readying another, harder push, a crackling sensation like lightning gathering in the air between you. But it dissipates, the psionic energy wafting away as a sharp pain stabs through your skull. The illithid staggers, clutching their head. Something rips them out of your mind.

Veroyoz emerges from the crowd. They’re roughly the same size as the other illithid but older, their skin sea green and their elevated rank displayed by the long train of a sleek black gown dragging behind them, the sleeves form-fitting and embroidered with silver. You have no idea what they say to each other, but you can read the tension in Veroyoz’s posture and the snapping flicks of their tendrils. The other illithid bows their head in submission and slinks away. Veroyoz’s long fingers rest on the small of your back, a distinctly human gesture, as they usher you through the crowd.

They don’t have to touch you to make contact. The bond is old and well-established, their presence in your mind as snug and familiar as the fit of a tailored jacket. Their voice is gentlemanly, soothing and cordial. (My apologies. The crowds make it difficult to get anywhere in a timely manner.)

“No problem,” you say. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

(Shall we?)

Veroyoz lives on the outskirts of Myrlox, further down the coast. It’s a long walk and they like to take you on the scenic route, winding through the most beautiful sights the city has to offer. The journey is pleasant, for the most part. You admire the old architecture of the historical district and pass through the coral gardens, all the while catching up. “I’m one of the lucky ones lately,” you tell them. “Everyone I know is getting sent out to planets I’ve never even heard of, and some of them aren’t coming back. The company’s really pushing to get a foot in the door on Kurdra right now.”

(Trying to replicate your success, I imagine.)

“They’re still mad you won’t trade with anybody but me.”

Veroyoz transmits the amusement of a small, mischievous smile. (Is that a hint of smugness I’m sensing?)

You shrug. “It’s nice to have something over them for once.”

Their tendrils flick restlessly. (I find Gemini rather distasteful.) There’s the briefest hesitation before the concept of “distasteful” enters your mind. Unethical is what they wanted to say. You feel the graze of it like driftwood in the surf, gone before it fully takes shape. They catch you clinging to it before it goes. (Yes, I know. From your perspective, we have no room to speak on matters of ethics.)

Veroyoz is mindful of the path they take and the places you pass through together, but inevitably, you’ll see something unpleasant. There’s too much of it to hide. Illithid warships, black like obsidian and dizzying in their alien design, cut through the clouds on their path to the stars, headed for the remote and ever-shifting boundaries of the empire. Livestock markets sell genetically engineered companion animals, grotesque creatures bred for espionage and psychic leeching. Today, it’s another human, the first you’ve seen all day. Tassketsik has no tourism industry. Any offworlders you see are beleaguered ambassadors or “companions.”

This one is the latter. You know because she wears the traditional garment, a dark gown with slits along the sides, and because she’s thrashing in pleasure with an illithid wrapped around her. They do this nearly in public, huddled in a narrow alley between smooth residential pods. The illithid crouches over her, pinning her in a posture of submission with both wrists pinned to the ground. Her back is arched, her hips pushing back helplessly against the illithid’s clothed pelvis, and her head is tilted back, cradled in the grasp of the illithid’s facial tentacles. Her face is nothing but a swarm of undulating tentacles and a trembling smile. Several of the tendrils drape over her shoulders, others caressing her, slipping into her gown. One pulses softly, burrowed into her ear.

Veroyoz doesn’t hurry you when your steps are slowed by morbid curiosity, stopping quietly beside you. You stand at the mouth of the alley and watch them, the shivering illithid and the wailing, euphoric woman. No matter how many times you see this, it disgusts and intrigues you.

(You find it erotic,) Veroyoz observes.

“It’s hard not to see it as a sexual act,” you admit.

(Understandable. It is a sexual act to the companion, after all.)

“It really isn’t for you guys?”

Veroyoz crosses their arms over their chest, yet another human gesture they picked up from you. (It’s complicated. The lines blurs at times.) The woman trembles and lets out a broken moan. The illithid responds to her lust with a soft noise of its own, a tentacle slithering beneath her chin to urge her further into its grip. One of Veroyoz’s tendrils extends towards you, sensing your unease. (This distresses you.)

“How can you know she wants that?” you ask.

(You worry about our psionic abilities, the implications. What is the meaning of consent to one who can alter the will of another?)

It passes through your mind before you can stop it—what it would be like to do that with Veroyoz. For them to pin you down, make you submit, and penetrate the parts of your mind that are usually out of reach. You glance at Veroyoz out of the corner of your eye. They stand close to you, the fabric of their gown brushing against your legs when the breeze ruffles through it. They heard that, you know they did. One pale, silvery eye glances back at you in profile, tentacles curling with pride. They transmit something you have trouble parsing, but you eventually interpret it as a familiar stimulus; the contented purr of a large, satiated cat.

(You needn’t worry. We crave the company of sentient beings for emotional and intellectual enrichment. The minds of companions are never broken. That would defeat the purpose of their companionship.)

“You dodged the question.”

(Perhaps I hoped you wouldn’t notice) Veyoroz muses. (I see only a matter of semantics. The human desires the illithid. The source of this desire, I feel, is unimportant.)

“There’s a difference. If they’re just making her feel that desire, then it’s not real. It’s not what she really wants.”

(Even if the brain and body cannot discern the difference?)

“Even then,” you insist.

Veroyoz transmits warmth. The encompassing softness of a strong, lingering embrace. (I miss you when you aren’t here,) they tell you.

Veroyoz’s home is similar to many dome-shaped, coastal pods. The frame is a light, rubbery material, tough but flexible, and the ceiling is a translucent membrane that lets in the soft, swaying blue of the moonlight. They’re well off, you understand, despite the sparseness of their living space. Many Tassketsikians are. Expansionism and war make planets wealthy, and the illithids have few rivals in those realms. You drift naturally towards the back of the pod, to the pool chambers. Veroyoz undresses casually as you go, losing clothing on the way. Belts and pouches first, leaving their belongings carelessly scattered across the floor. They leave their gown just outside the chamber, black fabric puddling around their ankles.

The uncanniness strikes you again. Veroyoz is nearly human. Their limbs are long and gangly but recognizable, hands that articulate just as yours do. They have strong shoulders and long legs, a model’s build and elegance, a strange beauty to the gradient between the speckled pallor of the tendrils to the deeper bluish-green of their body. You’re thinking, again, of illithid companionship. Of submitting to Veroyoz, body and mind. Ever since the first time you saw it, it won’t leave your head. The few humans you’ve met who come and go from Tassketsik call it “brainfucking” and they’re all just as obsessed and horrified by the concept. It can’t possibly feel good, you tell each other, but you laugh nervously and avoid eye contact, and you bring it up again the next time you meet. Heat curls in the pit of your stomach.

(It’s natural to be curious,) Veroyoz tells you, like always.

“Where I come from, we can think all the stupid, embarrasing thoughts we want to, and no one else will ever know about it,” you say stubbornly. It takes you a minute to work up the nerve to undress in front of them. Veroyoz stares mostly out of curiosity—you feel it flare up for every new patch of skin exposed. But their steady, unbroken gaze and the shift of their tendrils following your every move still leaves you feeling uncomfortably vulnerable.

(That sounds very sad,) they say. You feel no teasing or mocking in their tone. They really mean it. (I can’t imagine having such lonely thoughts, locked in my head where no one else can reach them. It would be an unbearable sort of solitude.)

“It does get a little lonely sometimes,” you admit. Belts and pouches clatter to the floor, then your jacket. Your shirt a moment later. Veroyoz watches intently as you bare more yourself. Their eyes tell you nothing, but their tentacles are in constant motion.

The pool chambers are dim, the membranous ceiling covered in a reflective, pearl-like substance that reflects the churning shine of the water. Illithid baths are luxurious and highly specialized. The first chamber you pass through is for cleaning; the second, for leisure. You rinse the sweat and grime of long, cramped spaceflight from your body, sighing in relief at the water’s pleasant heat. It drifts through Veroyoz’s thoughts, and therefore yours, that you’ve never seen the medicinal pools, or the spawning pools.

(We should discuss business at some point,) they say.

With another human, maintaining a straight face would be enough. But Veroyoz senses the dread that pulses through you. Their tendrils raise. “Right,” you say. “Yeah, we should probably get that over with—”

(You are hiding something from me.)

You picture it in your mind. The cabinet; a padlock across it. Veroyoz taught you to do this to protect yourself from nosy illithid. They must not have guessed that might include them someday. You feel wisps of psionic energy like tendrils caressing your brain, hungry and searching. You try to shut them out, but they’re stubborn. Solid. They pry at the hinges. You have no choice but to blurt it out, to reveal it on your own terms.

“I’m quitting,” you tell them. “I’m leaving the company. This is my last trip to Tassketsik.” Veroyoz holds your gaze. You feel them pushing, rooting around for more information. “You could just ask me why,” you say quietly.

(Your employer is unethical. Distasteful,) they correct, the concepts overlapping in your mind. (I know this already. But yes, I see it’s more than that. It’s Tassketsik itself. It’s the illithid. It’s me.)

“No,” you say, but you hesitate. The words are echoed by things you don’t say, whispers of not entirely, not only, not exactly.

(I told you when we met. A lie is no sturdier than a castle of sand.) Veroyoz drifts closer to you but they hesitate when you shrink back. They stand in the middle of the pool, blue light dancing across their chest. (You want to soften the blow by telling me that the company has already lined up your replacement, but that does not reassure me.)

You move further away. Veroyoz follows slowly, inching forward. “I didn’t think you’d be so upset.”

(Your memory is short today. What did I say about lies?)

Your back hits the edge of the pool and you lift yourself, or try to. Veroyoz is faster than you in the water. They lunge with predatory grace, nothing but a splash and a blur, and you’re trapped between their lithe body and the hard, stone edge of the pool. You’re pressed together, chest to chest. You always assumed the illithid would be weak, their tall, willowy bodies easily toppled by more formidable force, but Veroyoz doesn’t budge no matter what you do. You flail and writhe, striking their face and shoulders, pounding against their chest.

Of course they’re strong. They have to be. Every companion you’ve ever seen becomes a mosaic of flesh in your mind, pinned and helpless. The thought sends blood rushing to your sex and you whimper at the betrayal of your own body.

Veroyoz’s tendrils slither closer to your face. You try to keep them away but there’s nowhere to go. You only have two hands, and every tentacle you can’t keep occupied suckling against your palm drags in a slow, sensual caress across your forehead and along the side of your face. It shouldn’t feel good. It shouldn’t make you stiffen and gasp.

(You wanted me to ask you why?) they murmur, the words coming through as though they’re being whispered into your ear. (Then I will ask you, and you will answer truthfully. Why?)

You stare into those white, emotionless eyes and feel known, seen, laid bare like never before. “Because,” you say, your voice hoarse and stammering, “because you’re doing something to me.”

Veroyoz transmits a rumble of approval. The soft tip of a tentacle traces up the side of your neck and you sob, covering your ears. It doesn’t matter. Veroyoz’s voice drifts through your thoughts and it brings a heavy fog with it. You feel heavy, too weak to hold yourself up. Veroyoz’s fingers cup your chin, forcing you to hold their gaze. (And what am I doing to you?)

“You—you’re…” You shudder, feeling their tendrils licking at the spaces between your fingers, urging you open up, let them in. “You’re making me think about it all the time. You’re making me want this.”

Veroyoz strokes your arm with one of their slender, spindly hands. They caress you, engulf your fingers with their longer, bonier ones. They grab your wrist and your breath hitches.

“No,” you beg them. “Veroyoz, please. I don’t want this, I don’t!”

(Then why are you moving against me like that?) they ask. You can’t stop yourself. Your hips are grinding, thrusting into Veroyoz desperately. There’s a flaccid tentacle between their legs, shorter than their facial ones. Vestigial, they told you once, not even used for reproductive purposes, but it’s twitching. You watch as it rises out of the water, squirming and flexible. Were they just trying to make you more comfortable around them like this? Were they lying? It doesn’t matter anymore.

Veroyoz overpowers you easily. They turn your body, push you against the hard pool wall again, folding themselves against your back. You sob and struggle but Veroyoz’s soothing voice is calm as always, assuring you that you’re going to enjoy this, that companions always do, that they’re tired of the long waiting between your visits, the silence, the emptiness, and you told them that you were lonely in the isolation of your own head, too, so why don’t you let them in? Your arm is stretched, your wrist pinned far from your body. When they seize your other wrist, you suck in a shaky breath. Arousal floods your body, feverish desire, need.

You’re pinned. Made to submit. Veroyoz’s tentacles slither across your scalp and make their way slowly, teasingly, to your ears. They caress the shell and the suckle at your lobes.

(I imagine we’ll have a wonderful conversation about this later,) they purr. (I can’t wait to find out which one of us was right in our little debate about semantics.)

Veroyoz’s tendrils wriggle inside your ears, snaking deeper, through impossibly tight passages, into the tender softness you’ve never relinquished before, and you fall to pieces. Everything is perfect. Heaven. Bliss. They're right. You know they're right, they were right all along.

It feels good. It doesn’t matter why.

#rotpeach writes #goretober #original #today's monster is a dnd mind flayer #prior knowledge is unnecessary because major lore changes have been made to suit the setting and my sexy/spooky needs

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odysseywritings · 7 months

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Don't Think, Shoot

(Prev)

(cw for violence and sexual themes)

Z6C5 readied himself for the next mission. He received word from superiors that the cephalopod warship from Universe 982 broke through nearby defenses. Needing extra firepower, he flew to a spherical station, where he could pick and choose which parts to remove in favor of new ones.

The amount of choices hurt his brain. Z6C5 was bred to kill, not to think. He instead asked for help.

"Ada."

A screen turned on to show a smiling face looking at Z6C5 from his right side.

"I'm going to be fighting something big soon. With a lot of tentacles. Show me the best weapons."

The AI discussed a list of possible weapons and gadgets with unlimited freedom to choose. EMP grenades, flame whips, nuclear gauntlets, and others were readily available. All the while he recolored his Mecha with a red helmet, a white chassis, and blue limbs as he added gold designs to his tools. He was now ready to fight.

The long travel was broken up by the AI's music, procedurally generated to add bombast and glory to energize the warrior. It was a robot's job to think, but a man's job to act on will, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

There in the distance Z6C5 saw a mess of more Mecha blasting a flurry of lasers and bombs at each other as he gunned down and slashed anything in his path. With the peripheral fighting in the distance, he locked on to the planet sized behemoth, with its hundreds of tentacles shooting blue pyramids of energy.

Z6C5 evaded each onslaught as wave upon wave of bullets trailed his movements no matter if he went up or down or diagonal. His shoulder mounted javelin missiles shot back at the enemy's muzzles as they withered into smoky heaps as more relentless bullets grazed his armor. Seeing his comrades die as they approached the warship only fueled his desire to win as he jetted straight on only drifting to avoid bullets and tentacles targeting him as a warrior's spirit drove him headlong into the heart of the machine.

He crashed inside and saw countless people on walkways working with computers and, with little hesitation, bombed them to ensure no one could continue this fight. Quick merciful deaths as the destruction spiraled into a series of radioactive fire that incinerated others throughout his speedy wipeout of the cephalopod's insides.

With his enemy weakened, Z6C5 popped outside and focused his attention on every limb and the hull, all sagging in weakness about to kneel in defeat. The AI pinpointed multiple parts on the defeated ship as a slew of rockets bombarded it into a beautiful supernova of waving vibrant reds and yellows like fireworks. He sat back relieved and content at his action, cheered on by the voices of surviving comrades who commended him on his victory, and he celebrated by ordering his AI to provide any kind of stimulation he detailed. The AI took bits and pieces across other Mecha to provide pictures of beautiful women praising him as his Mecha gave physical support. Following this was a selection of video feeds of humorous reactions and patriotic messages to continue fighting for his universe that were directed into his brain to motivate him in case of a lull in activity.

Z6C5 finished with his mind back on track, with banal retirement being long into the future and meaningless tool awaiting him if he delisted, and newer missions were plentiful in this sleek Valhalla of the future.

#writeblr #sci fi #mecha #creative writing #ai #mywriting #njm

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ikatako38 · 1 year

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You heard that right!

[Back to the masterpost]

Three and Eight are going on another adventure, this time featuring Hyousuke, Milo, Liam, and Beatrix from @insert-cephalopod-joke’s Ask the Lads series! Here’s what we know so far:

The fic is a crossover between the This Place We Called Home and the Ask the Lads!

I’ll be consulting CJ on how to write their characters, so I consider it a collaboration between us! CJ has also agreed to draw the cover once we have a better idea of how the story will go.

It’s currently titled If I Were U!

It most likely be a two-shot, somewhere between 10,000 and 20,000 words!

I will start prewriting for it after I finish TPWCH Chapter 18!

Depending on how prewriting goes and how long I end up making it, part one will most likely be up somewhere from January to March! (I’ll of course give more updates as it gets closer.)

All your favorite agents from both series will appear, including my Four and my Neo Three! More information about my Neo Three to come! (Deep Cut will also make a cameo.)

This fic is just going to be CJ and I having fun with our characters! It’s not going to be a super deep fleshed-out story. But you can bet there will be plenty of comedy and fluff! ;)

The fic will be posted to AO3 when it’s ready!

I’m really excited for this fic, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as CJ and I are making it!

Edit: The title of the crossover has been changed multiple times.

#splatoon #this place we called home #tpwchxatl #tako’s updates

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dustyhyena · 7 months

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38 soak! and/or 11 drastic!

so this one ended up longer than expected :] who's ready for dendy being angry at turf war?

11. drastic

Unbelievable.

Unbe-fucking-LIEVABLE.

A lone octoling of short stature stomped out of the tower, lowering the hood of their flap cap with one hand, phone with the official Ink Battling app open in the other. Their tentacles writhed in shame as they glared at the results on their phone screen from the match that had just ended. Good thing they had stepped out of the queue before their head exploded.

5 matches, 5 whole matches of being met with NOTHING but the rapid blasting of a hydra splatling, sending them right back to spawn every time. It seemed no matter what weapon they chose, no matter how many booyah bombs they threw, the hydra was always waiting for them, perched in their stupid little safe spot in the Scorched Gorge. Just thinking about them sitting up there made the mimic octoling's ink boil. It was at a point where they couldn't mask their anger no matter how hard they tried - a reason they were grateful to be wearing a flap cap that obscures most of their face. Like they needed some prick to poke fun at how worked up they're getting over a game where you paint the ground.

How the hell were they supposed to be calm when that hydra was able to skirt by getting splatted only 3 times, but splatting others upwards of 9 times?! How was that ALLOWED?! Dendy's 2:6 K/D ratio seemed absolutely miserable in comparison. And they fucking hated it.

"Stupidass fucking, piece of shit," Dendy mumbled under their breath as they stomped around outside of the battle tower, skillfully keeping their facial expression hidden from any passers by. "The fuck you need a firerate like that for anyway. Fuck you, fuck your life, and fuck-"

The octoling stopped abruptly, spotting something in the corner of their eye. Namely, someone.

Grey sweatshirt. Cargo pants. Those stupid fucking socks with sandals. And that mess of a hairdo.

Of all the people to be walking out at the same time as them, of fucking course it would be the very hydra user they were quietly cursing out!

The squid didn't seem to mind or even recognize their presence though, as he ambled over to perch himself on one of the platforms next to the tower and whip out his phone, as if it was just another day for him. He looked… relatively unbothered.

And it made their skin crawl unlike anything else.

Something about being completely ignored made the octoling want to scream. How dare he?! Was this some sort of joke to him?!

Their wounded pride and boiling rage took the forefront, shoving all rational thought aside. They marched with purpose right over to confront their offender, pocketing their phone to walk with both arms, with an intimidating scowl to compliment.

"HEY! HEY, YOU!!"

The hydra user winced, having Dendy yell so loud and so close to his pointed ear. Frustratingly, though, that's about as disturbed as he seemed to be, as he looked around him before his eyes landed on the octoling below him. He simply smiled and raised a hand in greeting.

"Mm? Oh, yo." he answered back, his calm directly challenging the rage emanating from the cephalopod in front of him. "Ya need somethin'?"

"Don't act all innocent, you cunt!" Dendy spat back.

The inkling simply blinked and tilted his head.

"You think you're all high and mighty with your stupid splatling up there?" The octoling hissed, indignantly jabbing their finger in the inkling's chest (to which he barely seemed to react to, other than looking down at their hand). "Don't think I wasn’t gonna find you!"

The squid's relaxed smile dropped as he furrowed his eyebrows at the octopus, seemingly racking his brain. It was almost as if the only thing he was missing was a buffering icon floating over his head before his eyes lit up with recognition. "...ohhh, you're that one dude I kept splattin!"

"DAMN RIGHT!" the octoling puffed out their chest, before stopping themself after registering what the inkling had said. "Er- NO, GOD DAMMIT! Listen here buddy! And you better listen loud and clear! Cuz you're gonna find out the hard way that it was a mistake to cross my path!"

The inkling simply watched as they took their finger out of their chest and took a stance, pointing directly at him. The scarf wrapped around their neck flowed in the wind behind them theatrically as they raised their voice.

"My name is Dendy, and the next time I see you, I'm gonna kick your fuckin' ass!"

Dendy's pose didn't falter in the silence that followed, even as their eyes darted around to everyone who's attention they grabbed. The hydra user didn't even flinch, instead opting to reach into one of the pockets of his cargo pants and pull out a cardboard container of fries.

"Dendy, huh? Cool. You want a fry?"

"..."

This time, the silence managed to take a knife straight to Dendy's pride. They simply scoffed and stomped away, hands in pockets after they made sure to tug their scarf to conceal their lower face. Without looking back, they ran until they were out of sight. They could feel eyes watching their departure. For once, they wished the attention would be on anything else.

Fucking idiot, Dendy scolded themself. It's not even that big a deal. Just paint the ground better next time and stop getting worked up over nothing. It's not that drastic.

Even if they knew it to be true, their hearts would say otherwise.

Their name is Dendy, and they refused to be looked down upon.

–

Just a few moments later, the inkling’s ear twitched as he heard the sound of the doors to the Shoal open and closed, followed by a familiar distressed voice.

“Good god,” an octoling with curls framing his face and standard Shoal employee uniform stepped out of the doors, immediately walking over to the inkling. “Boon, the hell was all that shouting about? Are you okay?”

“All good,” the aforementioned Boon waved his hand and tried again to give his fry peace offering, which was happily accepted this time. Usually, he’d go in to visit the octoling to pass him some snacks over the counter at this time of day, but it seemed the ruckus from earlier brought him out from his post. “Sorry.”

“And why are you apologizing?” The octoling questioned, adjusting his glasses out of habit. He popped a few of the fries he had been given into his beak. “You were the one being yelled at! I came out to make sure you were alright- you really shouldn’t just stand and take that kinda stuff, y’know!” He paused for a moment, mulling over the possibilities. “...what, were you bullying that guy or something?”

“No, no, not at all,” Boon chuckled.

The octoling raised an eyebrow at him.

“... I ain’t that kinda squid, Quincy. I wasn’t even payin’ that much attention to the rounds, or who was winnin’ or losin’.” Boon folded his arms. “You know how I play.”

“Yeah, and I know your ratio tends to piss people off, whether you realize it or not…” Quincy muttered, pulling out their own phone to refresh his dry Squitter feed as he sat down next to the squid. Boon makes a stupid joke about being ratioed that the octoling can’t help but at least snicker at before he continues. “The way they were yelling at you, I almost thought you splatted them like, fifty times or something!”

Silence followed.

“...well…”

"Aaand there it is."

“They weren't exactly uh, makin' it hard for me,” Boon quickly explained. “They kept running up to me the whole time expecting something different was gunna happen… I barely even moved.”

"What, like in plain view of you? You're a hydra user. Nobody does that."

"... Quincy, that is exactly what happened."

"... for real?"

"Repeatedly."

Quincy found himself a little less concerned about whether or not the other octoling was in the right, all of a sudden.

“Still, like-” Quincy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Couldn’t you have like, I dunno, gone easier on the guy?”

“I… really don’t know a nice way of saying ‘please stop running in front of my splatling.’ Haha.”

"Boon, I'm being serious." Boon immediately straightened up upon hearing the familiar phrase. "I'd rather not have you be yelled at again, or have to tear an angry squid- or octopus off your face."

Boon scratched the back of his neck, remembering how furious the small octoling was. New-found guilt itched at the back of his mind. It somehow didn’t click until it was said to him that he really upset the poor octoling back there, but he mentally waved it off. Somehow, he was sure he’d see the little guy again. There was time.

“For sure. I’ll try that next time, Quince.”

#dusty writing #dendy #neo agent 3 #new agent 3 #wanted to write dendy's first interaction with boon... they get better. eventually #quincy is there also #my blorbo blingus

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yesyourstalker · 9 months

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Warabi: ikkan!!! Ikkan! Open the fucking do- oh.. hey Neta.

Neta: ikkan went out. He has a meeting with ink towers studios. He's working on a soundtrack for some movie...... Why are you here

Warabi: yeah I know I'm supposed to be there but I told him I'll get ready at his place ..... He left an hour early as usual.

Neta: well make it quick. I have to open up shop in an hour... Don't want you snooping though my shit.

Warabi: yeah.... Yeah what ever Neta..... You know when ikkan told me he got a boyfriend I thought 'wow that's great. He needed to get laid'

Neta: watch it.

Warabi: 'he's so up tight and standoffish, a partner would be good for him' you know what? It is good for him. He changed. I mean he's no social butterfly but he's become a little more open, slightly vulnerable. His smiles are slightly bigger and he's able to hold a conversation that's more than 2 minutes.

Like his vibes have completely changed. He walks into the studio and the whole room gets a little bit lighter. I thought to myself wow this guy must be great for ikkan. I have to meet this guy I have to see the man who got lill ol ikkan out of his shell. Come to find it's this jealous possessive ass with an attitude problem and always has something negative to say about me. Well apparently everyone has something negative say about me nowadays.

Neta: there's a lot to say about you. you can't help it, You're just that irritating. Now do what you need to do and go. Also I'm not jealous! I've actually known ikkan longer than he's known you.

Warabi: you know what you are such an asshole! What did I do to you honestly?! I'm not going to steal ikkan away from you! If I wanted to I would have done it by now.

Neta: watch it!

Warabi: NO YOU WATCH IT! I'M SO TIRED OF YOU TREATING ME LIKE SHIT LIKE IM LESS OF A CEPHALOPOD. I EXPECT THAT FROM OTHERS I NEVER EXPECTED IT FROM YOU!! I'M ALREADY HAVING A SHIT DAY! I DON'T NEED YOU TO MAKE IT WORSE!.................

Neta:................... Are you crying?

Warabi: .............. (Crying) Cod shut up!!! (full on sobbing)

Neta: *sigh* ok ....... what happened what do mean by that?

Warabi: sniff...... It's nothing........ It doesn't concern you

Neta: Warabi I'm actually trying to be nice to you just please tell me-

Warabi: some one told inksider Media that my grandfather is Octavio and it spread to other news sources and so many are like asking me weird questions and accusing me of things and spreading lies that I'm a spy or that I was in the military and that I was a part of some coup against inklings and the meeting is just the movie producers telling us that they don't want diss-pair to be a part of the movie or the soundtrack anymore because of the controversy and everything is happening all at once on my way here someone told me to go back to the sewers *gasp* (incoherent sobbing) I don't know what to do! (harder sobbing) I'VE NEVER BEEN TO THE SEWERS

Neta:.............. Ok l.... -

Warabi: *sigh* I just wanted to get dressed and just try to make it through the day and then you come in your usual asshole self just treats me like garbage and I don't need it right now..... Especially from you.

Neta: ........

Warabi:...... *Sniff* I don't know a lot of octarians .... I spent most of my life on the surface in other countries..... I know I'm so privileged..... I was surrounded by mostly fishlings, coral and anatomies I was barely around any cephalopods growing up. My parents were no help and they were barely around they didn't teach me anything about the culture. I moved to Inkopolis and I made mostly inkling friends the only octarian that I could truly call my friend was Marina and then I met you.

Neta: .......

Warabi: (ugly crying) I was really excited to meet you. I've seen you play with squid squad. like wow another octarian he is a part of the culture, he could probably teach me about octarian stuff, real octarian culture. all I got was the cold shoulder and anger! And for what!? What did I do!? That really hurt Neta! it really did. (Sobbing but not as hard as it was)

Neta: nothing....... You did absolutely nothing to deserve that..... I'm sorry.... I guess part of it is jealousy.... I guess

Warabi: uh my Cod I don't want to fuck ikkan! I don't even know why you want to! He's weird, emotionally impotent and owns two pairs of shoes!

Neta: no that's not what I meant and that's not true He's very emotional just not in public.

What I meant by jealousy. I meant I was jealous of you. Like you said you were on the surface your whole entire life. I spent 14 years not even knowing what the real sun looked like....my mom never never got to see it she didn't even know what rain was hehe ....... I guess I was just angry that I didn't get to have that life that you had. I hate when people call it the sewers but that's what they were. Those bunkers were part of abandoned sewers left by mammalian, I lived in the lowest rundown part. We had to boil all our water and freeze and try to preserve our food because we always got it a week past the expiration date. The closest school available for me was near octo valley which is like an hour away so I had to get up extra early just to go to school. The kids are nicer areas used to say that I smell bad. I probably did because again the sewers. We didn't have enough water so we had to bathe at least once a month. Honestly it's still something I'm self-conscious about I haven't been home in like 20 something years and I still worry that I smell like waist water....

Warabi: you don't

Neta thank you........ It was mean when they said it. It was so much worse when I went to the surface for a mission and I snuck off to play turf war you know like a regular kid. Some shitty little inkling covered his nose and said that I smelled like a toilet......... That hits so different..... I felt this intense shame when he said that..... Like I was less than I was beneath them.....*Sniff*.....

Warabi: looks like we're both crying huh

Neta: heh I guess hehe. so Instead of actually dealing with that trauma I just took it out on you, thinking that you believed you were above everybody else because of your life.

Warabi : That's not true I'm very grateful for what I have and I don't look down on others who don't............ What did you do

Neta: huh?

Warabi: when he said that you smell like a toilet. What do you do? How do you react to that kind of stuff? I was on the train and some urchin just said go back to the sewers to my face. I don't- I froze, I was shocked. I didn't say anything to him, I should have done something and I didn't know what I should have done.

Neta: That's the shitty thing about it you can't do anything sometimes. If you say something then they're just going to paint you as this violent reactionary octarian and if you ignore them they're just going to assume that you don't speak inkish and if you don't even bother speaking the language what's the point in being here. it's a lose lose situation and sometimes you just...............you just have to let them be. It's frustrating but you look at them and let them know that you understood what they said and look away. Don't give them the satisfaction of being offended because that's what they want they want a reaction and you don't give them one.

Warabi: (deep sigh) ok. And what about the other stuff All these rumors about me and my grandfather I had no control in what he does. Why are they blaming me for all his shit!

Neta: you have squitter right?

Warabi: yeah

Neta: just make a thread and tell your side of the story Tell the truth. You're related to Octavio and that's it. You don't work for him, you don't work with him and you are not associated with anything. You're not a spy you were never in the military. The only thing that they got right was that he is your grandfather and for those who are spreading those lies and choosing to believe those lies you need to check their biases and prejudice against octarians that's all you need to say and that's all you need to do. If someone has something to say let ikkan or Marina or any of your friends support you and let them deal with naysayers. This will All blow over okay trust me. When I joined the squid squad it felt everyone hated me. I was replacing their favorite member. They didn't like that and they tried to find any reason to dislike me and they used me being octarian as a reason. Saying crap like 'I'm not even squid why would he even join' 'are we sure we can trust him' 'he looks like a criminal' a lot of stuff just don't let it get to you I guarantee they're just a vocal minority.

Warabi: ok.............. Thank you....

Neta: it's not a problem..... I'm sorry I did you so terribly I just-

[Hug]

Warabi: doesn't matter now ......

Neta: [hugs back ]

Warabi.. .. Oh shit! I'm late for the meeting I'm not even dressed!

Neta: screw that meeting. You said that they're only having the meeting so they can fire you from some shit movie you don't need to deal with that let ikkan handle it. You want to come to work with me at the mall? they have an abandoned movie theater and a shrimp Castle

Warabi: oh my Cod Yes! are we becoming best friends? All we needed to do was trauma bond oh ikkan is going to hate this!!

Neta: HA yeah he will...........and he's not that weird

Warabi: I once caught him sucking on his shirt collar when he was working on a song

Neta: see that's cute.... means he was focused

Warabi: ugh..........whatever you say he's your partner

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splattales · 1 year

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“We vacuumed it all up! Every last drop,” Ribbon cheers, skipping out of Tay’s unusually modified mech and onto the Alternian ‘snow’. “I bet lil’ buddy could’ve eaten it all if we had enough power eggs, though.”

“I bet he could.” Tay laughs, walking out after her and toward the group of cephalopods waiting below. “It’d be a much more time-consuming process though, wouldn’t you say?”

Molly folds her arms as they approach, though there isn’t anything for her to find fault with. Ribbon was correct – the fuzzy ooze in Grizz’s rocket had been decommissioned, and every other remnant was now contained within Octavio Jr’s ship tank. Alterna was spotless. Well, still crunchy with a large amount of crystal dust, but otherwise spotless. “Guess that means we really can wrap up here, gang. Biohazard’s gone.”

“It’s about time we had a break.” Marie yawns.

“Huh? I thought you were on break this whole time!” Callie quips. “Gramps sure seemed to think so—he left before Tavio even started.”

“No way, I’m suuuuper busy being a manager here. Gramps isn’t technically part of the Splatoon anymore, so he can go home whenever he wants.” Marie shrugs. “He probably just left for his afternoon nap.”

“I don’t think Cuttlefish likes me at the best of times,” Tay scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I can’t say I blame him. But after today, don’t say I never do anything for you surface-dwellers.”

“I can’t blame him either,” Marie mutters. Callie elbows her, smiling.

Marina steps out from the group, speaking up. “Um—Mister Octavio, sir … what exactly are you going to do with the ooze…?”

The emperor gives a light shrug. “My science guy said he wants to study it, see if it can be used to reverse the physical effects of sanitization – and vice versa, for fuzzification. Seems like a long shot if you ask me, but the more he learns, the faster we’ll figure out how to break it down if it all needs to go.”

“Ah—I see. Thank you.” She clears her throat. “That was, um, everything.”

“Good work, team.” Molly gives a brief thumbs up, before turning to start gathering her things. “Boy am I ready to be back in Inkopolis…”

“You’re welcome~ I’ve got a broken ceiling to get through.” Tay turns, heading back toward his spaceship. His tail swishes behind him as he walks. “I’m sure we’ll run into each other again. It seems to keep happening, regardless of how desperately I try to avoid you.”

The Squid Sisters take this as their cue to leave as well. Ribbon has spent this time listening in silence, confused as everyone gives their goodbyes. “Wait, wait, that’s it? Everyone’s just gonna go home? I’ll see you all here tomorrow, right?”

“Well, you’ll see me tomorrow,” Marina tries to reassure her, “My job’s never done. But the Splatoon’s taken care of everything with their mission here.”

“But—but I live here. And I’m part of the Splatoon.”

“And you still are.” Molly pats Ribbon on the head. “You can hold the fort here and contact us if anything out of the ordinary happens. Same for us—we won’t leave you out of the loop.”

“Oh. Well. Thanks,” Ribbon mumbles, still chewing on this thought. “I’m gonna come back tomorrow and help Marina with the human stuff, then.”

“I’ll be here—or at the trailer!” Marina confirms, waving as Ribbon plods off, still thinking.

As soon as the young eel hybrid disappears through the grate, Molly confronts the octoling. “What d’you mean you’re not coming back to Inkopolis?”

Marina blinks rapidly, confused by this line of questioning. “I live here—my old place in Inkopolis was just student accommodation, and now I have a job. Not to mention a human roommate to look after. All eight of my tentacles are full.”

“Right. But… What about Finn? Isn’t he going to miss you?”

“Well, sure he will. But he’s been missing you, Marie, and Callie this whole time too.”

“But—you’re our—you’re my friend.”

Marina stretches a smile. “And here I thought you were tolerating me this whole time. … Well, I’m not going to stop you from visiting. And you all have shellphones.”

“Right. Well, I’m gonna visit.” Frowning, Molly adjusts her hat so that it’s tight on her head and slings her bag of belongings over her shoulder. On her way out, she calls back, “and you’d better visit us, too!”

“Aye, captain.”

#Plotpost #Ribbon #Octwovio #Molly #Marina

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