#brrrr fish

[solifelessblog]

Someone say mermay 👀 dadrius mermay!!!

Please reblog, don’t repost :)

[chanontherun]

fish, bottom text

[merakiui]

Alien Azul????!!!!!

>:)

I wrote something about him in this post!! But the specific idea I have in mind is very plotless and 100% horny. ^^;;; the hentai concept of the (tentacle) seedbed,,, poor, unfortunate space explorer darling who gets ensnared in alien tako and now you're wrapped up in his tentacles in some dark, damp cave and made to be a seedbed for his clutch. <3 he'll provide for you and protect you, ensuring you're well-fed and content. You just need to stay here with him and let him pump you full of eggs. >_< his species is nearly extinct, but with you here, his pretty seedbed, you can help him slowly repopulate. :D

The mind break, the body horror, the captivity, the breeding, the sexual parasitism, etc etc...... orz orz orz alien tako is so beloved.

AAAAAAA OMG WAIT...... there's also the wonderful concept of humans with one alien in hiding within the group. Essentially an among us scenario or the basis for the plot of the Alien movies, in which a crew is slowly but surely picked off one by one by the strange creature aboard their spacecraft. Putting alien tako in those plots.......

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I found fishe :3

[aleskael]

My god, the new Fish in a Birdcage álbum is amazing. Rule #20 is still my favourite song but damn, maybe It'll change after I listen to Mentors more.

[compulsiveimpairment]

If it’s questions you want is it questions you shall receive!

Favorite constellation? Or the constellation you can identify the best in the sky? Or are you even able to see stars where you’re at?

Favorite reptile?

Favorite fruit?

Which animal would you like to have as a pet ignoring potential danger or specific care?

Thoughts on the ocean?

If your Bloodmoons were to live together in a house how long would it take before it was set on fire?

And this one is extremely self indulgent for me, but I know you‘ve read the fic and I’m curious, what’s your favorite scene in Quiet Throes?

Question round! 3, 2, 1, let's go!!

My favourite constellation? I'd say it's probably the Leo or Gemini, since I'm a Leo. I'm actually unable to identify constellations, but I always enjoy a little stargazing!

OH MY GOD I LOVE SNAKES SO MUCH- Fucking SENTIENT NOODLES. NOODLES.

I like apples and mangoes! Honestly, I like fruits in general!

Most definitely rats, snakes, cats, ferrets, raccoons, and wildcats. Oh, and sharks and jellyfish! And sea slugs! I'm a lil all over the place— I like a lot of creatures :3

YOU'RE TELLING ME ALL THATS SEPARATING ME AND MY BRITISH PARENT, BRITISH SIBLING, AUSTRIAN FRIEND, POLISH FRIEND, AND WIFE IS A GIANT LIQUID AREA?? I love the ocean though- funky creatures in it :D

Oh god, not even a full day, let alone an hour. Hollow would've hidden in the corner because Lazuli/Totality, Impulse/Indulge, Compulsion/Impairment, Infection!Impulse/Indulge, and even Harvey and Blake would've reminded them too much of Hally (They'd probably cry in the corner until someone comforts them). Totality would definitely be one of the main fire starters, after pushing Lazuli out of control. Impulse and Indulge would be either helping start the fire or comforting Hollow (Respectively). Compulsion/Impairment are the ones lighting the match because MC isn't there to stop them anymore. Infection!Impulse and Indulge would be... outside. Awaiting the fire. So Indulge can probably eat the bodies. Harvey and Blake are... also starting the fire. They're both more careful since they're sirens who turn into humans, so fire's not their thing but they'd roll with it.

In short: That house will be gone the moment you look away :)

Oooo, favourite scene... I'd probably say the moment Bloody and Harvest were just like... "Let's search up our feelings! :]" or likely the whole time they were living with Solar. The searching was relatable and them not fully trusting Solar was... strangely entertaining. It's understandable as well- and somewhat relatable. I do believe that their dissociation in chapter 7 is also a favourite, since it was so well written and once again it was relatable. I like relatable moments mostly, but the fic as a whole is just- *fucking goes feral*

I appreciate the questions! This really jogs some memory, and it also helps me figure out myself more, surprisingly— Always a treat to see you pop in from time to time!

[bestwalnut]

Finally participating in Mermay for once :D

[voidyroach]

Fish man from arcade s2 you have my whole heart

[the-fae-in-your-walls]

I once had a dream about eating fried chicken that was SO BAD that I can no longer think about eating chicken without feeling nauseous 🙃 my brain do be a weird, chicken-less place.

[asktotallyhuman]

They laugh nervously as they avert their gaze.

After spending far too long wandering the caves, a slightly shorter ender with puffy blue hair and a striped vest comes digging out from under the ground. Wiping the dirt from their clothes, they suddenly freeze, spying the other ender. "Oh...uhhh...woah. Uh- hi- hi there?"

They seem quite...taken, with the aquatic looking stranger.

(@asktotallyhuman )

Manta : You look like you've been down there for a while, I'm on the road currently, so I'm sorry if I am a bit short on supplies..

[solifelessblog]

A deep sea date if u may 🐟

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[thegnomelord]

You ever hear the gross stories about people putting peanut butter on their junk and having a dog lick it off? This sounds bad but stay with me here, imagine it's marakov doing this with hound. Like it's a humiliation thing to break hound down or something and drive it into his head that he's no better than an actual dog. Marakov starving hound for awhile so he's famished and then pulling the peanut butter out. If hound wants to eat then the only food he can have will be the peanut butter he'll have to lick off marakovs cock.

Oh fuck that is disgusting and SOOO something Makarov would do. So here's a lil ficlet cause you got my brain going Brrrr

CW:NSFW, MDNI, Makarov x male reader, blowjob, peanutbutter food sex, toxic relationship, dom/sub dub-con, rough and quick, I дворняга - mongrel, mutt есть - eat, нет - no.

Rough fingers grip your jaw until it hurts, Makarov's thumb pressing down on your tongue to keep it flush with the bottom of your mouth. Drool and a bit of blood run down your chin, a small puddle already forming between your folded knees. The fingers on of his other hand wiggle your canine, uncaring of how your jaw trembles in an attempt not to bite him.

"Poor дворняга," Makarov chuckles, "Not liking your new teeth?"

Your 'new' teeth hurt like hell and that's saying something, gums around them still raw and irritated, knives stabbing at your entire jaw and down your throat whenever he wiggles the tooth even slightly. But you can't show that, don't bite the hand that feeds. So you swallow the sound of pain bubbling in your chest and shake your head as much as he allows you to do so.

You can see his smirk past the tears blurring your vision. "Good dog." He chuckles, pulling his fingers from your mouth to pat your head. "You must be hungry."

You are. Starving. You can't remember the last time you've been fed, probably before Makarov had your canines ripped from your mouth and replaced with metal, but the constant pain buzzing in your body makes it hard to keep track as the days blur together. You wordlessly nod your head, knowing better than to speak when he hasn't given you permission yet (you doubt you even could with how much your jaw hurts.)

Makarov leans back on your bunk, letting go of your jaw to fiddle with the jar of peanut butter. Unscrewing the lid he dips his pointer finder in and scoops up a big dollop of it. He holds it out for you, resting the back of his finger on your tongue. "Есть." He orders, tone leaving no room for arguing and you're quick to close your lips around his finger, tongue moving to lick it clean and trying to avoid nudging your teeth.

You've always hated the stuff since Price got you to try some when you were in America, the taste and texture making your skin crawl, but right now it may as well be ichor of the gods. Your stomach rumbles at finally being able to devour something, even if it's just a small scoop of peanut butter.

You open your mouth when you're done, spit clinging to Makarov's finger, and try your best to make a small whine. "Good, finally learning." He hums and sets the jaw down, unbuckling his belt.

Your heart stutters and drops to your stomach as you watch Makarov fish his half hard cock from his boxers, only needing a few strokes to get him fully erect. Makarov laughs at the face you make when he scoops up a good amount of the peanut butter and uses it like lube on his cock.

"Oh, did you think you would just get to eat?" He snorts, holding the base of his cock, "Нет, нет, нет you dumb mutt." He spreads his legs wider, patting his thigh. "You'll have to work for it, now есть."

You hesitate, some meager part of your pride absolutely unwilling, your stomach telling you to forget about that. Makarov waits, judgmental eyes locked on you, easily able to see the turmoil swirling in your eyes. He knows how to be patient, while he usually wouldn't tolerate disobedience, he knows he can't set up a hunting dog for failure and expect success so soon into your training.

His efforts bear fruit and you slowly shuffle forward on your knees. Even starved as you are, the wide span of your shoulders still forces his legs to spread wider. You hesitate some more, looking past his cock up at him, wondering if he really wants you to do this; is this a reward or just another way to tear you down?

"Do not make me repeat myself." He says, voice even and cool, but you're still perceptive enough to notice the sharp edge of danger in his tone, like a knife pressed into your throat.

Tentatively you lean in, fists clenching against your thighs as your tongue lolls out to hesitantly lick at his shaft. He doesn't rush you, doesn't degrade you, but his hand does settle on the back of your skull. You freeze, but he only hums, "Good dog." His hips twitch until his shaft bumps against your nose.

The hand on your head keeps you from pulling away, and your hunger soon wins out so you give a few experimental kitten licks. You start at the bottom, still uneasy about this, your tongue licking across his knuckles. Makarov purrs something in Russian you're not familiar with, his tone not sweet enough to make you think it's an insult, so you slowly continue up his shaft.

His precum mixes with the peanut butter, giving it a saltier tang that makes disgust curl in your stomach, humiliation making your face burn. Even your mind mocks you; Price's voice echoes somewhere in your ears "This is why we left you, you were just waiting for a chance to be a terrorist's whore." but that voice slowly gets quieter as Makarov's hand pets your head, making thinking about anything but the creamy peanut butter on your tongue difficult.

"Good dog, doing so well for me." Makarov hums, a pleased sound escaping his chest. The pleasure your mouth brings is miniscule compared to the sight of you - on your knees, eyes slowly closing as your malleable mind settles into static, drool smeared lips wrapping around his head to suck all the food your tongue missed - oh it's something else. He's seen many powerful men brought down to their knees, but nothing has ever made him harder than you right now.

You pop off his cockhead, chest frantically moving to draw breath, unfocused eyes staring at his drooling head before you look up. "Now wasn't that a good treat?" He asks, receiving your mumble in return, using your spaced out mind to smear more peanut butter on his head. "But you missed a spot. Go on, есть."

[merakiui]

AaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAVDKSODBNSBDDNNDBDDNN

*here comes the boy~*💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

/)>//w//<(\ I'm so glad you love him!!! I was super worried tbh because I thought the colors were a bit too bright.

And you are free to ramble as much as you'd like, I love how there are certain aspects of my drawing that you adore. It lets me know that there are things people like about my drawings. :3

I'm also glad my drawing was able to make you happy and fangirl- as that was what I was wanting to go for.

And and and I hope my next work gives you similar feels! It's something that's a little out of my comfort zone in terms of my own drawing style! It's unfortunately not tako-husband, however I hope you'll like it regardless!

I'll most definitely tag you when I have a preview and when it's done!

I adore him!!! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ he's so cute in your style!!!! I think the bright colors work really well for a song with an equally bright, upbeat instrumental. But also,,, I just love bright colors in art, so maybe that's also why I enjoy it so much!! In any case, it's absolutely wonderful!!!! :D I can't thank you enough for tagging me!!!! 💖

ALSO!!!! GASP!!!!!!! 👀 another work....... uuwuaaaa I'm so excited!!! Even if it's not tako husband, I know I will love and cherish it so much!!!!! >w<

[unnamed-proxy]

It’s a roblox horror game based around thlassaphobia and SCP! Gameplay wise, It’s a lot like doors if you’ve ever played that

Essentially, you’re a prisoner enlisted by a corporation called Urbanshade in order to take back the crystal that powers one of their facilities, which was put on lockdown fairly recently. If you get it, you’re pardoned of all your crimes and get to live a new life! But the abundance of very unethical experiments that the company has done will not be letting you take it so easily (though I’ll avoid going too far deep into that for spoilers sake)

The character’s writing and designs are great, the game has really smooth animation, and there’s a giant fish man! What’s there not to love!

Have you played PRESSURE on Roblox?

Yep yep

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Fish man :3

[kingkat12]

romans your best friend and keeps flirting with you maybe nsfw 🤔 up to you

HEY YOU!! you bet i'm late as fuck to this, but i have boarded the inspiration station (no i was not on the toxic gossip train) (i'm sorry to everyone that gets the reference) but AGHHH I LOVE THIS ONE!! thank you so so much for this request, keep 'em coming!! 🩷💕✨

i don't smoke (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: smoking, mature themes, ish fluff, aggressive flirting, name calling, forced smoking, Roman is a cunt<33

summary: your new friend, Roman, insists he's not friends with girls. to quote him directly, he simply doesn't do that. still, he enjoys your company during a small smoke break as you skip class... but he insists; you're never going to be just friends, and he's determined to prove his point.

word count: 1,081

a/n: this gif of him smoking two cigarettes killed me, then gave me life and inspo<333 brain going brrrr, and YES OMG i'm doing oneshots and requests again!! enjoy, my loves!<3

I knew Roman would think I was the biggest loser on earth the second those three dreaded words escaped me; "I don't smoke,"

He remained emotionless, shrugging as he retreated the box of cigarettes he had been holding out in front of me. We stood behind the school, our backs leaning against the hard concrete wall as the sun fried the top of our heads. "Freak," he mumbled, rummaging his pockets in search of his lighter. 

Excuse me? "You're a much bigger freak than I am," I felt my jaw clench involuntarily-- my frustration was certainly building. "At least I'm not smoking myself dumb."

Roman cocked a brow as amusement danced in his deep, green eyes; "Yeah?" he said, fishing two cigarettes out of the box. Why two? "And who are you to call me dumb? If anything, we're both dumb. We only know each other because we failed a test and had to retake it."

I hated how right he was. I hated any instance in which he was correct. A few weeks ago, we had gotten acquainted in that small room in building B during a retake of the hardest math test I had ever encountered-- the difference was that I had actually studied for the first one, and Roman had simply not shown up for it. It was only me, Roman, and some random substitute teacher who had been called in to make sure we wouldn't cheat. Thankfully, the teacher was incompetent enough to leave the room to chat with a friend on the phone, which was when Roman leaned over my desk and said we could use the calculator he had smuggled in under his shirt.

I would've failed that test if it hadn't been for him. And now, I was failing to show up to class because he said he didn't want to smoke by himself. I wasn't sure why I had agreed, seeing as I didn't smoke (clearly), but... it was Roman Godfrey. One look from him was enough to make any girl at this school faint, and being seen with him gave me a new status as one of the cool ones. I loved that feeling, reveled in the looks I would get walking down the hallway with him, and I honestly enjoyed it more than I probably should-- 

And ever since the retake, Roman and I had been friends.

Only friends. 

Friends. Just friends. I wanted it to stay that way-- the Godfrey circus was not one I ever wanted to join.

Many things had changed in the weeks we had become acquainted, but one thing would not; I was not going to smoke. "Fine," I eventually muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. "We're both dumb, then."

Roman shifted, turning to me. Reacting, my eyes darted up at him, but I frowned as I was reminded of the amount of cigarettes in his mouth. Again-- why two? "Okay, Roman, that's taking the addiction too far,"

"Nu-uh," he managed to say with his mouth full. He also managed to smile, a knowing look in his eyes as he brought his hand up to his face. Roman left one cigarette between his plush lips, and I didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to realize what he was planning to do with the other one.

I glared up at Roman as he held out the lit cancer-stick for me to take. "No," I prompted, shaking my head.

"Don't be a fucking wuss," he bit back, grinning down at me. 

"I'm not!"

Roman rolled his eyes, kicking off the wall. "Come on, open up,"

I felt my breath catch in my chest as he placed himself in front of me. He was towering over me, practically caging me in-- "No," 

Roman's laugh was warm, yet menacing. "Have a puff, at least,"

"No!"

"What is up with you? Have you never smoked or something?" 

"... Yeah, I haven't. So what?"

The following laugh was just as sinister. "I'll teach you, then,"

"I don't want you to teach me, drop it!--"

What happened next was beyond unexpected. Roman reached forward with his free hand, squeezing my nose shut with a harshness that hurt, which ultimately forced me to breathe through my mouth. Swiftly, he placed the cigarette between my lips, calmly taking a drag of his own before he pulled away.

As I inhaled the smoke, I managed to give him a proper kick before I succumbed to a heavy cough.

Roman only laughed. Over and over. The ridiculously pretty sound of it echoed through my brain as tears filled my eyes-- it felt like I was being choked by fire. Fire and smoke. Where was the fire alarm when I needed it? In my second act of rebellion, I threw my cigarette to the floor, stomping it repeatedly. "Hate you," was all I managed to force out, rubbing the tears out of my eyes.

Roman hummed, looking as amused as ever. He took a long drag from his cigarette, savouring the taste, savouring the smoke, before blowing out a perfect ring. It was clear that he had practiced that numerous times. I watched it evaporate into thin air as I tried to catch my breath, my gaze now darting to the single strand of brown hair that strayed from Roman's stylings, hanging over his eyes in a perfect, soft wave. 

He caught me staring, his green eyes darting back at me with newfound challenge. His voice lowered, his next words coming out in a husky breath; "I'm gonna make you smoke yourself dumb if you don't stay away. Do you know that?" Roman watched my every reaction, my every movement-- "I told you I'm not just friends with girls. That's not how I operate."

I did my best not to shudder, but it was damn near impossible. Sure, Roman was pretty and he had told me this numerous times, but there was no way in hell anything would happen between us. I would never allow myself to fall into that category of girls. "We can be friends," I tried, blinking away my remaining tears.

Roman sighed, tilting his head as he stared at me like I was the dumbest little puppy he had ever seen. "No," he said, effectively sinking his words into stone. They were permanent, a statement to remember. "We're not going to be friends."

"... Why not?"

With a simple shrug, Roman threw his finished cigarette to the ground. "Because people don't usually want to fuck their friends," His strikingly green eyes darted back at me as a smirk formed across his lips. "And I so desperately want to fuck you."