#and that tentacles are fucking HOT

[lonelyhumanoid]

tentacle video when?

While I’m flattered you’re asking, this isn’t that kind of account. 🤣

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Mannnnnn i don't wanna figure out Shamura's design

[angelsdean]

am i making dean extremely horny abt the thought of all of cas's millions of trueform eyes on him and all those millions of dark pupils expanding hungrily like millions of little black holes that want to suck dean up and devour him? why yes, yes i am

[dudepussy34]

i wanna be the test subject for some hot sorcerer. i want them to summon some horrible eldritch tentacle demon to do their bidding, and i want that bidding to be fucking me stupid. i'll be suspended upside down getting fucked so hard the bulge shows through my stomach, and the sorcerer will be sitting fully clothed with their legs neatly crossed, taking notes, making observations. when they give me a break from getting nailed, they'll stand up, come over, and put their hand on my cheek while whispering gentle praise: "oh, you're such a good little subject," they'd coo into my ear, "so, so perfect for me."

and before my exhausted, tingling brain can spit out a response, they'll ask me, "would you like to test its means of reproduction?" of course i'll eagerly nod, and they'll walk away, sit down, and command the monster once more.

[glitter-stained]

I'm not saying making tentatodd sexy (as in like, a crossover between a mermaid and glossy black octopus-y tentacle porn monster) would have fixed Nightwing Brothers in Blood... but it would have made it much better

[flingza-roller]

oh when the fucking. creature

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest Stand Battle - Preliminary Match 1

Stand abilities under the cut

Red Hot Chili Pepper: Red Hot Chili Pepper is capable of absorbing electricity to increase its raw strength and speed. Its strength is derived from the electrical currents through which it can travel.

The Grateful Dead: It has the simple but deadly ability to rapidly age any living organism, with the rate of aging being proportional to the organism's body temperature.

[revasserium]

Hiii!! Your "The Trick and The Trade" fic featuring Azul was so beautiful it makes me want to cry T.T I saw requests were open? Wondering if I could ask for another Azul x Reader with the prompt "Shooting Star" this time?

PS: If it's alright with you, can we make this fluffy? Hehehe

Thank youuuuu!! ✨❤️

request are open! pls send one in :)

70. shooting star

azul ashengrotto; 1,788 words, fluff; gn!reader; a human and a mer-person fall in love -- it's a tale as old as time

"we are not figuratively, but literally made of stardust." - neil degrasse tyson

he has known since the day he was born the shape of the water around him, the shade of the sea, the taste of an ocean as it rests at the tip of his tongue. it has always been blue and blue and blue, and deep and deep and deep. salt and brine and sand like the forgotten dust of long-gone stars.

the first time he stumbles across the shipwreck, moored at the bottom of his deep, blue, saltine ocean, he lingers over the glittering metal, runs his fingers across the broken mast, marvels at the rust that shatters like snowflakes beneath his touch. he twists and tugs at the ruined sails till his curiosity sits sated in the pit of his stomach.

he meets you in a forgotten grotto, at the end of a stretch of forgotten beach, nestled against an island that, while has not yet been forgotten, seems to be well on it’s way as well. he finds you lying limp, your body half submerged in the shallows.

ah, a shipwreck, he thinks. and then, oh… a survivor.

then, you cough, you sputter, you hack up what he’s sure is a quarter of the ocean before shaking your head and pushing yourself up and he is still there, his body a livewire mess of tangled tentacles. he presses himself into a shape that you’re more familiar with, the lessening of his eight limbs down to just two is always strange but… necessary.

at least for first impressions. and they’re ever so important.

“h-hello.”

he nearly swears at himself for being so hesitant.

you swipe the back of your hand over your lips, blinking blearily at him through salt-caked lashes.

“y-you… i — where…?”

you’re disoriented, but of course you are. azul clears his throat and tries again.

“i — i’m glad you’re alright. you were… i found you passed out and… and thought to come and check on you.” good, he thinks, that sounded good. convincing.

you regard him with a curious look before your eyes rove over the rest of him and… a grin twists your lips.

“you… missed a spot.”

azul whips around to find a single tentacle, still trailing in the sand behind him, the crystalline water lapping at his smooth, rubbery skin.

“damnit! i thought i’d gotten them all this time — !”

but the sound of your laughter shatters his frustration, his embarrassment. it renders him speechless and holds him still. for a moment, he is taken by it, the warmth and fullness of the sound as you collapse into your own laughter, falling back against the soft, wet sand, your sea-pruned hands clutching at your stomach.

“i — it’s not — i just — !” azul stutters, heat clawing up his neck and cheeks as he forcibly finishes his transformation, wiping his hands absently down his back to make doubly sure, but you only smile, dabbing at the edge of your eyes as your laughter fades into giggles.

“s-sorry — i didn’t mean to — i just… you did a very good job,” but something in your voice still makes his stomach twist and azul has to take three deep breaths to stave off the very real urge to dive back into the water, to disappear back into the comforting depths of the ocean and never return.

“i — it’s harder than it looks,” he says, stiffly.

you nod, all solemn seriousness now, though there’s still a twinkle in each of your eyes that so, so reminds him of the evening stars.

this is how you meet. and this, he thinks, is how he falls in love.

you’re the child of sailors, adventurers, people who have always lived their lives on the sea. and azul is nothing if not hungry for knowledge. the pair of you trade stories like secrets and laughter like currency.

you tell him of all the places you been, all the miracles you’ve seen. and in turn, he tells you of the creatures of deep, all the monsters and their dreams.

the first time he kisses you, he catches both of you off guard.

“oh — s-sorry —” he says, but his next words are cut off as you jerk him back towards you, your teeth clacking painfully against his, but he doesn’t care. he wouldn’t have cared if you’d made him bleed. he would’ve wanted it, leaned in like he is now, tugging you closer just to revel in the sting.

you kiss him so hard he feels dizzy, so hard he can’t breathe. so hard he finds himself wondering if there’s ever been anything else but your lips and this feeling and falling in too deep.

it’s a strange feeling, yearning for air.

but he finds himself gasping, still, as you finally pull free.

“that…” you gulp down a much needed breath as he does the same, “i’ve… wanted to do that for a while…”

azul shudders to think himself anything close to feline, but if he were, he thinks he might have purred.

“you… you have?” he tries not to sound too pleased, adjusting his glasses.

“y-yeah — isn’t that strange?”

“no!” he says, too fast, and then immediately, turning away to clear his throat, “i just meant — i — i don’t think it’s strange.”

“no? does that… does that mean you felt the same?” there’s a teasing lilt to your voice that makes his whole body shake with shivers. he crinkles his nose and takes a deep breath and grasps at the tendrils of composure trickling from his gasp as he chews on his lips.

“i — well i did kiss you first, didn’t i?” and he nearly curses himself again for sounding like a petulant child.

“hm… i guess you did. but… you tried to say sorry.”

“that was — i didn’t mean —” azul groans, burying his face in his hands as he fights the urge to curl in on himself. and he would have, had he been under water and with full use of his tentacles. but he’s not, so he can’t, and he doesn’t.

but you laugh, and all is right again. you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder and he nudges you back, pulling his hands away from his face to watch you.

the setting sun and gathering clouds conspire to paint the horizon rosy.

“i know… i just like…” you shrug, letting your voice trail off as the sky darkens and the last lingering dregs of day are swallowed up by the lapping waves.

azul hums, for once reveling in the darkness that surrounds you, in gentle lull of a sleepy sea as it kisses and kisses and kisses the shore. not for the first time, he thinks of you. always you.

“you just like…?” he asks, his voice quiet now, a hushed, whispered thing.

and this time, when he glances over, he catches you ducking your head, and even like this, in the evening gloam just before moonrise, when the world is rendered monochrome by the ubiquitous glow of the sky and lack of direct light, he can see your cheeks darken.

“you.” you say, final and distinct and so, so sure. you glance at him, but he is staring back at you, slack-jawed.

“i… just like you,” you say, and azul wonders if this is what it feels like to fly.

he’s never thought all that much about flying before, not when he’s had swimming all his life, but… ever since he met you, he thinks he might like to try.

“well,” he muses, purposefully drawing out the word, “i think i… i just might —”

“look! a shooting star!”

your voice slices through the velvet night, pointing eagerly at the far horizon. azul whips around, just quick enough to catch the tail of star as it streaks across the sky.

“whoa…”

he’s never seen one before. he’s never spent so much time on the surface before he met you. and now that he has — he wonders if he can ever go back to living in the thickness of the sea.

the sky might be blue and big and heavy too, but it’s so different from the sea.

so much less salt, and so much more air.

“make a wish!” you say, clasping your fingers and closing your eyes. and azul remembers the strange human tradition you’d told him about of wishing on falling stars. at the time, he’d asked you if any of them have ever come true. to which you’d only shrugged and laughed and said does it matter? it’s the wishing part that counts!

and he hadn’t understood then, but watching you now, watching you with your eyes closed under the hazy curtain of a just drawn night, your fingers laced over one another as you wish on a fallen star, he thinks he might be starting to understand.

so he smiles, folds his fingers together and closes his eyes as well.

after a moment of quiet, he opens them to find you watching him.

“what did you wish for?” you ask.

azul blushes, and he’s sure that you can see it on his pale skin, even in the waxing light of the rising moon. he finds his heart in his chest like treasure tucked in the stomach of a sunken ship, his body a wreck of splinters and well-worn memories but he knows that he is no less precious. you’d taught him that.

“i thought that if i told, the wish won’t come true?”

you smile, you nod, you turn your eyes back to the glittering night sky.

he leans back to follow your gaze.

once, he’d wondered about the shape of air, the shade of the ever-bright sky, the taste of sunlight at the tip of his tongue. but now he’s kissed you, and he knows —

“fine then.” you say, as you pull him in to ghost your lips over his. he melts against you, fingers tugging you closer by the base of your neck, his mouth spelling hunger and honey as he moans against you.

“kiss me again,” he whispers when you pull apart.

you nod, breathless.

once, he’d wondered about the world above. but now, he’s kissed you and he knows — the air is sweet and sharp enough to sting, the sky is bright and blue and biting too. and that the sunlight — oh, the sunlight — it tastes like you, and you, and you.

[mamawasatesttube]

💙💙💙

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

HA oh man. part of me wants to say bruce wayne (like i get it i've seen dan mora's art but that man also just spends all his time in a cave and should have eyebags the size of his cape. come on.), part of me wants to say dick grayson (i do think he's hot but i also think he's a hot mess. the "as everyone else seems to think" part is most relevant here. dc keeps pushing him as The Hot One or whatever and i just vehemently disagree. he's a freak and his hotness is not Like That yknow?? if you're ignoring that he's a freak to make him generically hot (staring at dc) that's incorrect. frankly the freakishness is a bonus that adds to the hotness in my opinion but what do i know. im a lesbian i literally don't go here but that doesn't mean i don't have TASTE.)

but my ultimate answer is tentatodd. ive seen a few people try to defend it but theyre WRONG!!!!! that thang is UNFUCKABLE and i will DIE on this hill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[simpjaes]

i talk about me liking otome games is shocking as if i don't have almost 300 hours in baldur's gate 3 where every single playthrough i just treated it like an astarion dating sim

[fritterbat]

becoming illithid is v sad tbh, the more brains you consume, the more memories and basically personalities you assimilate. the more there are of them, the less there is left of You. in the end, you're just a soulless husk driven entirely by endless avarice for knowledge and you lose any and all capability for empathy and sympathy, and love. if you don't eat brains, you die. Gale might be accepting of tentacles but it's going to end very tragically one way or another. there are literally no good options there.

lmao, whaaat?

first of all, none of this is explicitly canon, it's all your own interpretation at best. I don't know where you got the idea that the memories of people you've consumed would erase the original self. I mean, BG3 is the first D&D canon source to show us illithid characters with complete "partialism" such that they've retained their previous memories/identity, so we don't have any evidence as to how this whole thing works other than what the game tells us! and that includes moments where the narrator, if you go tav-flayer, wonders whether you'll be too tempted to become a monster, OR if you'll be able to resist your urges and stay as a "renegade" with your own identity. It explicitly says the latter is POSSIBLE. (I actually think this is an interesting lore conversation and I wouldn't mind debating it if it was done in good faith, off anon and with someone bringing citations)

But more importantly this is just... a very rude and condescending ask to send someone over their innocuous fluffy fanart of their OWN PERSONAL CHARACTER and headcanon? Hello??? Why does it bother you so much that someone looked at a happy Gale romance ending that the game LETS YOU HAVE and didn't want it to secretly be a bitter tragedy? Even if it wasn't that canon compliant (tho I firmly think it's perfectly fine), why are you coming at me with this (and over art that I clearly spent hours on). what response did you expect? It's not like I'm going to say, ohhh no I'm so sorry I didn't know that and I will change my Tav's storyline at once to make it end in tragedy. let me have fun.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

sometime i need to just make an audio compilation of pericles lines and the extraordinarily horny way he says them, because like it's just really really good voice acting in general but also some of them make my soul lift out of my body every time. words cannot do it justice. if i have to have this in my neurons forever so do you

[teratheo]

Hot. What do you think makes them so good to you? Horror factor, extra limbs, the danger….?

I get off on watching so I need to know :p

Many of them are quadrupedal (or more) and big, so I think there might be an aspect of monstrous ferocity. I like when my monsters can easily overpower me sksksk

[ragrfisk]

MY BEAUTIFUL TENTACLE GRANDPA.

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

I have a marine-biology fun fact for you!

Biting tentacles are very much real

😳

god im about to make a seriously depraved OC out of this

[cursedauxiliary]

Oh my god, I was like, hey lets read that silly webcomics with the funny penis anatomy and then I ended up sinking it like 3 hrs and its 4am