#fuck you octo shower

[boopydonut]

I have never been more angry with a boss then the octo shower supreme in splatoon 2

I hate that bitch so much I was laughing like a fucking maniac when I finally killed him

[superbellsubways]

dont look at me

[zyk1ng]

I was gonna make this post way way earlier but I forgot lol but Uhm

I have played through the splatoon 2 story fully and am replaying it (for a future post bc a lot of the dialogue is rlly funny) and honestly while I absolutely loved it it makes me even sadder that splat 2’s story mode was kinda tossed aside (for valid reasons ofc) because it’s so Cool.

Excluding the gameplay, I think they did marie so well, because she sells the desperation of someone who’s got nobody she knows by her side. While she of course keeps the sassy attitude of sneak dissing her best friends (agent 3) and also telekinetically telling you to fuck off if you talk to her too much it’s very clear she genuinely cares so much about agent 4 and is so grateful they’re doing what they do.

these are only two screenshots of 8(?) of Marie randomly being really sentimental to 4 because this stranger chose to help her in her time of need rather than just ignore this GROWN WOMAN hanging out on a sewer drain

It’s like heavily emphasized multiple times that Marie could not be more grateful for 4’s help in retrieving not just the zapfish but also her cousin.

But then revealing that 4 knew about Callie the WHOLE TIME (I have a lot to say about this part but it’s mostly hc so) which is so KIND OF THEM???? this random woman recruits them into a secret military agency and hides the fact she rlly misses her cousin but they help anyway bc they WANT TO. (They didn’t even know either of them were famous btw) Marie shows a lot of gratitude toward 4 ESPECIALLY after the big reveal.

(You could make arguments for 3 being similar bc an old kook made them do it but this isn’t about them..)

And it’s not just being grateful for the one time, she genuinely enjoys 4’s company and wants to be better friends with them and chat after the zapfish and Callie are saved 😭😭😭

It’s so cute too, because 100%ing the game and even just being a little nosy is something that Marie picks up on, and remembers way later in the game. (More abt this later)

god I love this socially inept squid woman and her adopted child soldier that likes finding pieces of paper

Speaking of said soldier! I think the way they characterized 4 via the actual gameplay rather than art/statements/whatever is so cool

4 doesn’t have many illustrations besides the chaos splatfest and that one group photo where they’re being funky in the corner (and the apartment) but I feel like the reason for that is the fact that a lot of Marie’s dialogue as well as how splatoon 2’s hero mode is structured/designed speaks a lot about how they wanted to represent 4.

From a realistic standpoint, of course splatoon 2’s story mode has to be more creative both prompt wise and secret wise. But it feels like the reason its that way is because both 4 and Marie are separate types of people from Craig and 3.

The bosses help a lot with this too, being more gimmicky and weird (subtracting stamp.) Octo shower and samurai being bosses where you have to either react well or change your positioning to effectively beat them. (Octo shower is my fave btw I loved fighting it the first time)

The level design also shines in this aspect because if I’m honest I remember none of the splat 1 levels significantly besides the few octoling ones. Splatoon 2’s levels are very detailed (and also insanely pretty) and have some rlly fun puzzles in a handful of them and even the more fast ones are a blast to play through

And then all the little extras (sardiniums and scrolls alike) are hidden so well and you usually have to go out of your way to find them and even the secrets that aren’t either of those things have substance

Small note, a lot of extras are also made so that it flows well with the levels design (like the first dualie request mission) which is also extremely fucking cool.

the way marie touches on those little discoveries is so smart too because it (as I said before) characterizes 4 as someone who loves to look for things even if it’s on a whim especially since the sunken scrolls in the game are so much harder to find than in splat1.

And the fact that unlike splat 1, you can (technically) 800% the game by playing EVERY SINGLE LEVEL WITH EVER SINGLE WEAPON TYPE. to me it feels like it deepens the fact that 4 likes to be really thorough. marie goes “you have a problem.” When you break like two hidden egg crates in this one level and it’s so great.

I love what they’ve done with 4, whether it was intentional or I’m over-analytical.

Nothing gets past them, looking in every nook and cranny whether or not there’s secrets to be found. They’re too nosy and thorough and they like to be around marie after completing missions, they don’t know who the squid sisters are, hate balloons, may or may not be ok, have impulsive secret finding, partake in many extracurriculars, can be needy at times, go with the flow and they apparently smell better than agent 3.

Agent four, of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

[frogchiro]

thinking abt octo!könig getting jealous of those reversible octo mood plushes😭😭 like i can imagine reader gets one bc they’re trendy and they put it on their bed or desk, and könig is immediately like.. who the. Fuck are you .

and then the next time reader walks into her room her octo plush is already long gone like instead of her plush, its könig’s silly ass sitting in the same place her octo plush once was like 2 minutes prior, batting his big eyes with fake innocence😭

Yes omg he would😭

Imagine getting one because you were out on a fair or something and they were selling those and you couldn't help but giggle at the obvious resemblence of your own octo back at home so you bought it!!

Imagine barely getting through the door and König is already on you, ready to climb but-what is that thing?? You know how cats when they are angry or scared puff up? Yeah that's König😭

He'd start making those hissing/grunting noises of agitation while you're trying to explain that it's just a plushie and you bought it becuase it reminded you of him!! Nothing more! That being said you just left the plushie on your bed (with König still squaring up to it however a little less hostile) and you managed to slip away to the bathroom to shower and do your nightly routine without a certain someone sticking to your leg or stomach or tits.

The thing is, by the time you exited the bathroom you managed to forget about König's territorial stance and just went on about your evening and went into your bedroom to put your new plushie away...except it wasn't there. It was nowhere to be found to be honest and instead in the exact place where you left it sat König, unmoving and just staring at you silently with those huge glossy eyes of his that somehow even without any facial expressions conveyed a smugness and fake innocence.

You could just huff and roll your eyes before settling down under the covers not even asking about the plushie or its whereabouts. Instead you almost immediately had a cabbage sized octo purring and vibrating under your shirt, already moving his greedy tentacles against your bare boobs before finally settling and sucking away all happy and innocent. Smug little asshole.

[myseungsunglove]

More than Willing | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x reader 

Warnings: Smut, piv sex, no protection (Wrap it before you tap it and all that advice) friends to lovers, language 

Word Count: 3.5k

𖠫Summary: Seungmin has been your constant since the moment you joined JYP Entertainment. He’s been your safe haven and your biggest supporter. When you became the 9th addition to Stray Kids in 2020, it only brought the two of you closer, but over the years there has been an unspeakable tension boiling at the surface, just waiting for a weak spot to break through and rear it's tempting head. 

✎A/N✎: This has been in rolling around in my head for a few weeks now. I think I’ve played it out enough that it’s time to put one to paper. Hope you enjoy. 

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「© February 28, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

XMDNIX

“Oh. My. God.” you sigh dramatically as you plop onto the king size bed in your NYC hotel room. “I can’t believe that just happened!” you giggle and groan all in one breath. “God I’m sore,” you grumble, throwing your arms to the side of you so that you look like a starfish on display in the bed. 

“Pff,” Seungmin scoffs playfully as he knees the foot that is dangling off the edge of the bed. “Welcome to life on tour,” he smiles down at you. “I can give you one of my famous massages later,” he teases, winking at you. “How does it feel to have your first performance in the US as a member of Stray Kids behind you?” 

You smile and sigh happily, reaching out a hand so he can help you up. He takes it gladly, moving to help you sit up, but instead he finds himself being pulled onto the bed, toppling not so gracefully on top of you with an exasperated laugh. You grunt at the weight of his body landing on you, but can’t help the laugh that escapes you. 

“It feels like I’m on cloud 9 with a 120 pound weight on my chest,” you tease, looking up into his eyes as he remains where he landed. 

“God, sorry,” he giggles, pushing himself off of you and rolling to lay beside you. “There really isn’t anything quite like that post concert high, is there?” He smiles wide, looking at you and a laugh tumbles from him. The cadence of his laugh sounds like a song. It’s beautiful and contagious and before you know it, you’re both giggling for absolutely no reason other than the sheer joy of the occasion.

 After the laughing fit has passed, you let your arm fall across Sungmin's chest. It lands with a dramatic thud and a low umph is punched from his lungs. You chuckle again and work hard to keep another giggling fit at bay.

“The only thing that makes it better is that I get to spend it with my best friend,” you sigh, running your hand along his chest over the Maniac hoodie he is still wearing. “But fuck my muscles hurt like a bitch,” you laugh again as you smack his chest playfully and sit up with an exhausted sigh. “I really need a shower,” you add, pushing your hair out of your face. It’s late June in New York, and it’s a hot one. 

“Yeah you do,” Seungmin smirks beside you. “You kinda smell,” he teases, sniffing the air and pulling a disgusted face. “Dibs on the shower first!” He laughs, jumping up from the bed and darting into the huge bathroom.

“Ya! Kim Seungmin you little shit!” you yell after him, hot on his tail only to have the door slam in your face. The last thing you see is a braces filled smile gleaming at you followed by maniacal laughter from behind the door. “Ah fuck you!” 

“You wish!” he sing songs as he turns on the shower. You do a 180 and stomp dramatically into the living area, throwing yourself on the couch. Your head thuds against the back of it and you are starkly reminded just how sore your muscles are. This is your first world tour with the boys, having joined them right at the start of Covid and you didn’t realize just how demanding “regular” idol life could be. All you had known was life as a “Covid idol” as you liked to joke. It was still busy, but this was a whole new level of busy. Not to mention you were already prepping for a comeback in October. 

You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and turned on your playlist. Seungmin’s voice from his Hometown Cha Cha Cha OST rings out and you can’t help but laugh. His voice is your favorite in the whole world. You still can’t believe he is your best friend. You look around the room and sigh happily. The two of you always share a room when traveling, even when the company gets everyone else their own room. Seungmin always insists that he be with you, for safety reasons, he claims. 

Sure you do feel a little more at ease with him in the same room when you are far from the safety of your dorms, but Seungmin knows you can handle yourself. The company initially forced you to room with someone, putting you with staff the first times you traveled. While you love each of them dearly, it hadn’t been the kind of experience you wanted or wanted to continue while traveling with SKZ and Seungmin had made sure that he was the one you roomed with from that point on. 

You breathe deeply and gradually your breaths slow and you drift into a light sleep. 

You’re eventually  stirred by a quiet albeit dramatic sigh. 

“I was gonna give you one of my famous massages,” Seungmin laments. You can hear his arms lift from his side and slap back down against his hips dramatically. 

“I’m awake,” you start, opening your eyes and blinking a few times as Seungmin’s figure comes into view. 

“That’s what I thought,” he laughs. You rub your eyes and when you open them again, you're surprised by the view. Seungmin has a towel still draped over his hips, his hair still wet. Usually he’d already be donning a white oversized T-shirt and a black pair of basketball shorts. 

You lift a scrutinizing eyebrow at him, and can’t help but let your eyes roam his body. His shoulders are broad and his chest wide. He hides it under all his oversized clothes, but he has a well built torso despite not spending a lot of time in the gym. He is dedicated to perfecting dances, and that’s evident in his build. He’s slim and toned, defined without excess. Solid. Steady.  His waist is tiny, smaller than yours, and his thighs are surprisingly thick though you can’t see them for the towel, but you know. 

Seungmin clears his throat and laughs. 

“Ya! My eyes are up here, perv,” he teases. 

A blush pulls onto your face and you stand quickly. A satisfied smirk creeps onto Seungmin’s face and the unspoken tension that’s been dancing between the two of you for the better part of a year has manifested itself right into the room with you. 

“Bought damn time,” you huff, standing and heading for the bathroom. “And you better not have been lying about that massage,” you add, your hand grazing Seungmin’s bare chest as you walk by him. He shakes his shoulders a little at your touch and tossels his wet hair around. You know goosebumps have pricked up on his skin. You don’t look back at him but you hear him clear his throat and sigh loudly as he falls against the couch with a chuckle. You can’t help but smile yourself as you step into the bathroom and close the door. 

You’re not sure how long you spend in there, but the room is full of steam and hot as hell when you finally step out and grab a towel, wrapping it around your torso. You use another towel to dry your hair so that it isn’t soaking wet and pull open the bathroom door, steam billowing out into the room, announcing your departure from the bathroom. 

“Fuck it’s hot out here too,” you complain, looking around for Seungmin. 

“You know I don’t turn down the air if I can help it,” Seungmin says. He is lying on the couch where you left him, with a towel still draped over his hips. 

“It’s not good for…”

“Not good for our voices, I know,” you interrupt him with a laugh. “Why are you still half naked?” you ask as you move into the bedroom and plop onto the bed again, holding the towel close to you so it doesn't fall. 

Seungmin isn’t far behind you and laughs at you sprawled across the bed. “Cause it’s hot as balls,” he says as he walks over to his suitcase and pulls out a pair of black shorts. He tugs them on and pulls the towel off. “You’re still half naked,” he notes, walking into the bathroom to hang it up.

“How bout that massage?�� you joke as he returns to the room, still bare chested, his hands pushing his hair out of his face only to have it fall back onto his forehead, his efforts fruitless.

“Promise is a promise,” he shrugs, walking back into the bathroom. 

“You didn’t exactly promise, but if you’re willing I’m not complaining,” you sigh and pull a pillow under your head and shuffle around getting comfortable. 

“I’m more than willing,” he chuckles as he returns from the bathroom, your favorite lotion in hand. 

More than willing. You try not to let that phrase stick in your brain too much, but you can’t help but wonder what he means by it. 

“You trust me, yeah?” he asks, a serious demeanor overtaking him suddenly. His eyes meet yours and there is something there you don’t recognize. 

“Of course I do Seung,” you smile, a little nervously. 

He squeezes some lotion onto his hand, rubbing his large hands together as he keeps his eyes on you. He reaches down and grabs your foot, massaging gently as he asks his next question. 

“If you want me to stop, you’ll tell me?” He presses his thumb into the arch of your foot and a small moan escapes you. 

“Yes,” you breathe out as he sets one foot down and gives the other the same treatment. 

“Yes what?” he asks, and there is a teasing lilt to his voice now but a sense of command there as well. 

“Yes, I’ll tell you to stop if that’s what I want,” you sigh as his hands move up to your calf and knead into them. You take a deep breath when both his hands slide over your knees and squeeze earnestly at your thighs. You don’t mean for the quiet moan to escape you, but Seungmin’s hands have always been good at this. However, he has never touched you quite like this. There is something different about the way his hands move up and down your thighs, your skin on fire as he moves his long fingers to the outside of your thighs and up along where your leg and hip meet. 

You realize the towel has ridden up and remember you are still completely naked underneath. 

Seungmin seems to notice your embarrassment and digs deeper into your hips and chuckles when you moan louder, your hands flying up to your face. 

“I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” he says, his hands not leaving your body as they move up your sides and under the towel. “Though, this would be easier without the towel,” he says quietly, his hands dancing along your sides lightly. 

You’re not sure what comes over you, but you open the towel and let it fall to your sides, completely naked before him. 

He shoots up suddenly, his hands off you in seconds as he turns around quickly. He runs his hands through his hair and his head falls forward as his long fingers dig into his neck, his elbows resting against his knees. You can’t help but watch the way his back ripples with his movements and you have to stop yourself from reaching out and running your hands over his shoulders.  

“God, y/n, warn a guy first,” he chuckles nervously. 

“You said it’d be easier,” you reply, reaching out and running your hand along his arm, pulling at it to get him to look at your face. “And maybe I want you to look,” you add when his big brown boba eyes meet yours. His tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip as his eyes dart down briefly at your mouth and back up to your eyes. His stare is intense and you feel like your body is on fire from the inside out from his look alone, and he hasn’t even really looked at you, but the thought  propels you forward. 

You take his hand and place it on your ribs, your hand resting gently over his. His fingers splay across your skin slowly and then squeeze at your sides, causing you to arch into his touch. He turns around then his knees back on the bed as his other hand lands on your ribs. He squeezes them, his hands slowly sliding up under your breast and back down again, causing you to let out a breath that you don’t realize you are holding. 

You can’t take the tension anymore. You feel like you’re going to burst if you don’t do something. 

“Kiss me,” the words fall desperately from your lips as your chest heaves tremulously under Seungmin’s gaze and touch. 

His mouth gapes slightly, but when you reach out and touch his neck, his brain catches up and he lets you pull him down to your face. 

“You want me to kiss you?” he asks, his eyes roaming your face as his hands stay firmly on your sides. 

“God yes,” you breathe out and that seems to be all the permission he needs. His hands tuck under your back and he pulls your body flush against him as his lips find yours. You’d been watching Seungmin sing for years, but nothing prepared you for how soft his lips are. Your chests are pressed against each other as your mouths open to each other, his tongue slipping between your lips and tasting you in earnest. You cling to him as he rolls you to lay on top of him, his hands roaming your back as he kisses you breathless. 

When your lungs are on fire and your skin ablaze and flushed, he pulls away, your name a whisper on Seungmin’s mouth. His lips are swollen and puffy and he looks  more beautiful than you have ever seen him, his skin flushed and his hair a disheveled mess. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes with a laugh as you kiss along his jaw and down his neck. “Fuck,” he moans when you nip at his pulse point then lave your tongue over it to smooth the ache. “Are we really doing this?” he asks, his hands settling on your hips.

“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted you like this Seungmin,” you admit as you roll over beside him and hide behind your hands, suddenly starkly aware of the situation at hand, of the position you now find yourself in. 

Seungmin quickly moves on top of you, his hips settling against yours, his covered erection evident against your cunt as he rolls his hips into you. He moves your hands away from your face before he speaks. 

“Then have me,” he breathes out desperately, his lips locking with yours. He kisses you hard and deep and you can feel his braces against you as he moves against your lips. Your hands run down his back and over his hips as you desperately push his shorts past his ass. He lifts off you slightly, not wanting to break the kiss and pulls the shorts off completely, kicking them off as he settles back between your legs, his hard cock now running through your folds and your sweaty bodies moving slowly against one another.

 His hands are everywhere at once as he takes his opportunity to  move his kisses across your jaw and down the column of your neck. His lips trail across your collarbone and he sucks several marks onto your skin as you moan desperately and arch into his mouth. When his lips find your hardened nipple, his tongue swirling around it before sucking it into your mouth, a broken sob shakes your body. 

Seungmin lavishes your body with attention before trailing his way back up to your mouth. He kisses you slowly, his hips canting against yours as he confesses. 

“I can’t believe you want me too,” he breathes against your lips, his hand softly holding your face as his thumb swipes across your cheek. “My beautiful best friend. My y/n,” he sighs and kisses you again. “I love you,” he pants against your mouth. 

“Then show me how much,” you respond, your legs falling open more. 

He reaches between your bodies and grasps his dick in hand, running it through your folds before lining himself up with your wet entrance. “You're sure?” he asks, the head of his cock breaching you slowly.

You arch into him, your hands running down his back and settling on his ass as you help him ease into you. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Minnie,” you let out your airy confession. “I love you so fucking much.” 

His lips find yours again, his hand on the side of your face and in that moment, you think you could lie there and kiss him forever and be completely satisfied. It’s only when he pulls out of you and slowly slides back in, his hips meeting yours and pressing hard against your body, that a moan falls from you and your brought back to the reality that you’re fucking your best friend. No, you're making love to your best friend. 

His hips find a slow and steady rhythm as he pulls away from your lips just enough to look into your eyes as he pushes in and pulls out of you. Your mouth falls open, small puffs of air cascading out of you with each press of his hips, his cock reaching that spot inside of you that sets you on fire in a whole new way. 

Your hands roam his back and move up to his shoulder, his pace slowly picking up as you squeeze around him, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy. 

“Fuck,” you moan, moving your body to meet his as you start to feel that coil tighten in your abdomen. 

“Fuck,” Seungmin echos, as your bodies slap together, his stomach tightening, that blissful release eminent. “Y/n, I’m gonna come,” he warns.

Your legs wrap around his hips, holding him to you as he drives into you, his rhythm now erratic. He reaches between you and starts to rub circles around your clit. 

“Seungmin,” you moan and arch into his touch, your walls squeezing around him. That’s all it takes for him to spill into you, his pace briefly quickening when his climax hits him. That’s what pulls you over the edge, his hands moving to your hips once he feels you flutter around him, his seed warm as it overflows from your pussy and drips down over his balls and down your ass as you quiver beneath him.

Your hands reach out for his face, pulling him into a kiss once more. 

“I love you, Kim Seungmin,” you whisper against his lips as he settles against your body, his hand running up and down your sides lovingly as he kisses you slowly again. 

“I’m so in love with you,” he confesses, looking into your eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” his cheeks blush and you place your hands on both sides of his face. 

“You have me now,” you tell him, pulling him in again to kiss him hard. 

Suddenly he is laughing against your kiss and pulls away from you. 

“I don’t think this probably helped with your muscle soreness,” he jokes, pulling out of you and moving to get up from the bed. 

You laugh out loud, slapping his chest as he pulls away from you, his hand reaching out to pull you up. 

“Definitely made it worse,” you agree with a playful laugh. “Not that I mind,” you add as he pulls you up from the bed. 

“Shower,” he says as he tugs you toward the bathroom. “This time I won’t lock you out,” he winks as you step into the bathroom and he moves to turn on the shower. “You’ll  really get that massage now,” he smiles mischievously, pulling you into the shower with him. 

Your laughter is muffled by a teasing kiss and you can’t help but think what a wonderful tour this is going to turn out to be. 

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies today.

Anonymous asked:

Hell yeah, I’d get a daki from you. Also, Edmund as a body pillow? I’d eat that right up! (You can take that literally or figuratively.) Also a Lilia daki would be sexy af. Hmmm, depending on my cash situation later, I’d love to get an Idia dakimakura. The thought of his over flustered face makes me positively FERAL.

Ahh thank you so much, Anon! <3 Of course, feel free to message me about an Idia dakimakura or anything else whenever you want. He is the most perfect fit when it comes to characters to be put on daki, to be honest…

I am also very happy to see you feel that way about the possibility of Edmund as a body pillow hehe I would also love to eat it up both literally and figuratively. This boy is very eatable.

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

I am sending this ask in super late but your guys piece with mountain Jade killed me. Like seeing the canon art was so cute and handsome and then the groovy had me on my knees clutching my heart and then your interpretation just KO'd me , just like he probably KO'd the poor soul who found him. I could see that one sketch (I think it was you two) where Jade and Rook pass each other in the woods with unidentified long black bags that suspiciously look like people.

But I was revived with the latest cute fucking Octo Trio in Isle of Lamentation and ASFGKJ I am so FERAL for that group of characters. (Not me up here crying in the club at Orthos HUMAN?! cute excited face omg 😭)

Is this Idia's dream and that's why he looks so shocked or is he super concerned because EELS are going to corrupt his baby bro!

Oh and how soft Azul looks at Idia, like they are group of highly disfunctional people who are a little (a lot) crazy for each other in all sorts of ways 🫠 but they are so pretty!!!! and WHY can't Floyd keep his clothes on ahahaha. He's just waltzing around half naked like a gladiator of old and everyone else is dressed appropriately. Orthos excitement over shoes is so cute! Is he looking at Floyd showing off his cool kicks (cause that eel is a certified sneaker head(?) Shoe fanatic?)

And as a last thing. Kalim is like an Asian parent in the way they show their affection through 'You vaguely like something? Here's a lifetime supply because I don't know how else to show my feelings'. Like I know it's just how Kalim is, very open with his affections for Jamil and he probably thinks money and gifts are the best ways to display that. Especially if Kalim can't get as touchy feely and handy as he would like but it just reminded me of that behavior.

No worries, thank you for sending asks!! I am always replying after like 4 months, so “late” doesn’t exist here; time is a flat circle lol

I am very happy you liked that Jade drawing, and YES it was me who drew that doodle of Jade and Rook lol We really love a forest as a creepy setting in general, so I just keep defaulting to something spooky whenever I draw anything related to it. And Jade’s new card was the perfect opportunity!

Jade really is a cryptid from the mountains… And apparently a very charming one 😭

Igni+Octa is such a good combination, I can’t get enough of them! I’m happy you also like them together!! <3 Ortho would always get along with Floyd lol The Tweels are bad influence on him.

It isn’t necessarily Idia’s dream, it’s kind of like an AU? We just wanted to put them in a setting that has vibes similar to Ancient Greece. But you are right: Idia is terrified because while he was talking to Azul, Ortho got completely enamoured by a pair of cool sandals… what else these creeps (fellow shoe fanatics!) are going to give him??

It’s so funny that you noted that Floyd just can’t keep his clothes on, we were wondering the same thing. I drew this sketch a while ago and coloured it the day we posted it, and the entire time I was unsure if I should dress him a little… I guess nah… he really is a gladiator at heart lol

You also completely nailed it about Kalim! I do think that he would love to shower Jamil with gifts, and to him it’s just like little ways to show appreciation and affection… when you are used to your family buying a whole-ass amusement park for one day just because you wanted to hang out there once, getting your beloved Jamil a lifetime supply of chocolate doesn’t feel too crazy at all!

Thank you as always for your kind review of everything that we post <3 I’ll reply to your other ask too!

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

PEAKED NIPPLE ALERT!

ok sorry sorry but is Deuce going to get stuck again? Because that would be hilarious. Jack can't help himself when his Athletic rival is under him. Do you think they do this frequently? Working out does increase the blood flow and those running outfits are pretttttty tight.

YES!!

Also yes, this is very likely lol It’s a bit difficult to say if it’s them getting too riled up because of them training together, or it’s because Jack would develop a Pavlovian reaction at some point… He sees Deuce in those shorts – things happen :”( <3

Anonymous asked:

If Deuce tugs on Jack's tail, will Jack-

1. Yelp

2. Growl

3. Moan

:3

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm the "Deuce pulling on Jack's tail" anon. I forgot to add-

He does it at a random point during the day. Like, just walking behind him and just grabbed it and pulled.

(forgive me for forgetting to add this, I feel bad for sending in two asks for one question....)

I think it depends on what is on Jack’s mind at that time. It’s not entirely impossible for him to produce a sound that is too close to moaning… that would be embarrassing…

But in all honesty, I think he would yelp. Which would also be embarrassing because this is too much of a puppy-like reaction. He isn’t a kid anymore..!

If it’s someone else or Jack doesn’t see it’s Deuce who’s touching his tail, I think he’s going to growl though. The boy’s ready to attack lol

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 18 - the disappearance

Okay so um. I have rsd myself and I was projecting so here’s this- Not to mention, i don’t see people talk abt it much in fanfics. For those who don’t know, Rejection sensitive dysphoria or other wise RSD is a problem that interferes with your ability to regulate your emotional responses to feelings of failure and rejection. While rejection is almost always unpleasant, people with RSD experience overwhelming levels of emotional pain. - cleveland clinic   I based this chapter in particular off my own RSD episodes I’ve had in the past. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 380 HITS <3 it means the world to me.

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This isn’t worth it.

You should just disappear. 

They don’t care.

All repeated in Kwazii’s head.

Fuck this shit. Kwazii thought angrily as a tear rolled down his cheek. Throwing his Nokia on the floor. Leaving his stuff behind.

Kwazii quietly when out the Octo-Hatch and to the open ocean. Disappearing without a trace. 

•••

Shellington and Peso sat in the kitchen, drinking hot cocoa while Peso endlessly rambled about Pokemon. “Don’t you think it’s a bit… quite?” Shellington remarked after eating some strawberries he cut up “yeah- now that you mention it is-“ Peso agreed “Yeah, like  wouldn’t Kwazii be running around and rambling about pirates and sea monsters right now?” Shellington pointed out.

The two decided to investigate.

They went into Kwazii’s bedroom, only to find his Octo-Watch and Nokia thrown on the floor. 

With a note.

Hey mateys. I’m gonna be gone for awhile. Don’t worry and don’t look for me.

~ Kwazii 

“Oh- JUMPIN’ FUCKIN’ JELLYFISH!” Shellington gasped “Kwazii’s gone?!” Peso couldn’t believe what he’d just read.

“Come on we gotta do something!” Shellington urged, dragging Peso to the lab. 

••• 

Paani was in the shower, she was dramatically singing Mr. Brightside.

“CUZ IM MR BRIGHTSIDE” Paani sang like he was on the verge of tears, once his shower was over he decided to call Kwazii.

They dialed Kwazii’s number. It went straight to voicemail. 

“Huh… that’s weird.. I’ll message them..” Paani decided 

Hey love, hru?

No response.

Paani waited for some hours. Still no response.

Paani decided to go the Octopod. Kwazii would be there, right? 

Paani grabbed their air tank and helmet, she also took her paddle board out to sea, knowing he could also surf if he needed to. He’d seen Dashi do it plenty of times, and he’d done before in the desert. He knew he could do this. 

Paani took their paddle board out to sea, until they reached the Octopod. She put on her helmet and air tank and took a dive. 

Paani entered the Octo-Hatch, “Paani?” Tweak said, slightly surprised. “Where are Peso and Shellington? I need to talk to them.” Paani huffed “up in the lab.” Tweak answered, Paani thanked her before going upstairs. 

“Where’s Kwazii?” Paani interrogated, bursting into the lab with a stern look on his face.

“We don’t know.. they disappeared.. all it left behind was note..” Shellington frowned, handing the note to Paani.

Paani’s expression went from stern to concerned. They started to jitter. They felt knots form in their stomach upon seeing that note. 

“I-“ was all she managed to say, before breaking down on the floor. 

Paani covered her face, sobbing into his jacket, Peso and Shellington hugged him.

Comfort him like how you would comfort Shellington.Peso told itself, stroking Paani’s back.

“It’s okay! We’ll find him!” Shellington assured.

“What’s going on in here?” Dashi asked as she entered the room, raising her eyebrow “Kwazii went missing…” Shellington frowned, turning to face them. “Oh shit-“ Dashi remarked “how did they go missing?” They asked “I think it was having an episode… based off this note it left behind..” Shellington sighed, handing the note to Dashi.

“I’ll tell Captain!” Peso said, running to the HQ, Dashi, Shellington and Paani followed. 

Professor Inkling and Captain Barnacles were chatting in the Launch Bay. 

“Captain! Captain!” Peso panted “Oh hi Peso!” Captain Barnacles then took an awkward pause, noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces.

“What happened?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence “Kwazii’s gone… all he left was this note..” Peso sighed “OH NO!” Captain Barnacles gasped, dropping his mug on the floor. hoping this was a nightmare he’d soon wake up from.

Professor Inkling almost fainted at those words. Kwazii went missing?

“Peso, you look for them at Mako Island, Paani, you go look on land, and Shellington, you look for him at the coral reef.” Captain Barnacles ordered “aye aye Captain!” Peso said, him, Paani and Shellington ran out of the HQ and down to the Launch Bay.

•••

Shellington swam out to the coral reef. 

“Kwazii!!!” Shellington called out, looking in each direction. There was no sign of the orange cat. “Kwazii???” Shellington repeated. No response. All the was heard was the sound of orca songs near by. 

Peso went to Mako. It might be at the moon pool Peso figured, he knew that’s where Kwazii went for comfort or if he was having a bad day. 

“Kwazii?” Peso echoed as it resurfaced from the Moon Pool. No sigh of Kwazii. 

“Kwazii!!!” Paani called out in a raspy  voice on the beach, their eyes still puffy from crying so much, Paani looked around some more. No sign of the orange, Cheeto colored cat.

••• 

Shellington and Peso resurfaced on the coast of Queensland, where Paani was. 

“Any sign of him?” Shellington said “no.. Paani frowned “we might have to look in more places… even outside Queensland..” Peso pointed out “Yeah- Mako sharks can go up to 46 miles per hour or 74.03 kilometers and Kwazii has a Mako shark tail-“ Shellington added.

“Okay  then… How about you and Peso stay here while me and Tweak will go to Sydney, and Captain Barnacles and Dashi will go look in New South Wales?” Paani suggested “yeah! I’ll send Dashi, Captain and Tweak directions!” Peso said, texting the group chat.

•••

Dashi and Captain Barnacles roamed New South Wales, asking anyone they came across if they’d seen Kwazii. 

“Hey, do you think you’ve seen him? He went missing earlier today and we haven’t seen him since” Captain Barnacles explained to a pedestrian. 

“Nah sorry mate, haven’t seen him” she said “thank you anyway!” Captain Barnacles replied. 

“Hey have you seen him? He’s one of my coworkers and he disappeared easier without a trace.” Dashi explained “no sorry… haven’t seen him.” The sugar glider replied “oh.. thank you anyway.” Dashi replied back.

Dashi and Captain Barnacles walked around, asking people for many hours. Nobody had seen Kwazii.

•••

Paani was walking around on the shores of Sydney with Tweak. 

Paani noticed a beach cave on the shore, Paani heard an echoey, raspy, mewing sound. 

Could this be Kwazii? Paani wondered. 

Paani entered the cave and glanced around. There was a glimmer of hope.

“Who’s there?” Kwazii rasped, only to realize it was Paani.

“Paani?” Kwazii mewed, sounding unsure “yeah. It’s me.” Paani said, appearing from the shadows. 

“Why did you leave?” Paani asked softly, sitting beside Kwazii, placing a comforting hand on the cat’s shoulder. “I guess I just wanted to get away from it all… ye know..” Kwazii answered. 

Paani wanted say something, but he didn’t. They kept their mouth shut, she figured  that Kwazii had more to say. 

“Paan… can I let you in on a little secret…” Kwazii sighed “yeah sure” Paani replied,  “I have rsd…” Kwazii admitted “what’s rsd?” Paani asked “Rejection sensitive dysphoria..” Kwazii answered “I’ve had it for a long time… sense I was a wee little kitten.” Kwazii added.

“I was having an episode…” Kwazii acknowledged “I was gonna go to me grandad’s but I ended up swimming all the way out here…” Kwazii added “Im sorry for this mess… I wish I could go back in time and fix it..” Kwazii apologized, their ears flattened and tail lowered.

“Hey. All that matters is that you’re safe.” Paani stated “can we please go home now?” Kwazii begged “of course!” Paani said. 

Paani and Kwazii walked back to the Terra-Gup-2.

Tweak in the Terra-Gup-2. A stern expression appeared on her face as soon as Kwazii walked into the gup. 

“Why did you leave like that!?” Tweak questioned, clearly upset “Hey. Please Go easy on the guy. It was having an episode.” Paani lectured “no.. she has a right to be upset.” Kwazii began “I mean.. come on… I left a concerning note and made you guys look everywhere for me..” Kwazii finished “mhm.” Tweak hummed.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I thought you were in danger.” Tweak sighed of relief “same here” Paani said as he held Kwazii tight. 

Tweak called the others from her Octo-Watch “hey y’all. We can go home now. Paani found Kwazii!” Tweak beamed. 

Kwazii and Paani took a nap as Tweak drove back to the Octopod. 

•••

The Terra-Gup-2 emerged from the water in the Launch Bay tank.

Kwazii saw a huge banner that said “welcome back Kwaz!”. 

Professor Inkling, Shellington, Dashi, Peso, Captain Barnacles and the Vegimals stood in the Launch Bay. 

“Kwazii!” Peso cheered “we were worried sick!”   Dashi added 

Tominnow started letting out angry vegimal noises. 

“Hey sweetie.. chill out.. we don’t know the full story.” Shellington pointed out softly, glancing over at his daughter. “I’m just glad you’re okay!” Captain Barnacles said, letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry mateys.. I promise I’ll never do that again!” Kwazii promised “why did you leave though?” Dashi questioned, as politely as she could. “I was having an RSD episode..” Kwazii admitted, flattening his ears and looking away from Dashi. 

“Oh.. I’m sorry.” Dashi frowned, knowing what it was like to be in Kwazii’s position “don’t apologize matey. It ain’t your fault.” Kwazii made clear. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys… I would have but I was scared you’d see me different… if that makes sense..” Kwazii said, letting out a sigh “I thought you’d see me as weak.. and I didn’t want that..” Kwazii clarified.

“It’s okay Kwazii, we don’t see you any different just because of this.” Inkling assured, everyone else nodding in agreement.

“Anyway. Me and Paani  are going to go dance to Spice Girls upstairs.” Kwazii proclaimed, changing subject, they then went upstairs with Paani. 

Kwazii looked for one of their  Spice Girls cds, they chose Spiceworld. It skipped around through the tracks before finding the right one.

Do you still remember how we used to be?

Feeling together, believing whatever

My love has said to me

Both of us were dreamers

Started playing as they both danced and held hands.

[bluedevilsrpg]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

a plot drop! tw: graphic depiction of murder The orb that’s in Axar’s hands light aglow. A prayer is seemingly murmured from his lips, was it a ritual or an arrogant demand? Perhaps nobody can tell, it’s too hard to see through the storm - the rain thunders as he holds it, it grows brighter and brighter, as if divinity has transcended from the skies above. A crack from above the clouds strikes with a thunderous ZZZZT!

The skies part for a split second, a ray of blinding white striking down onto the ship, it does no harm beyond its brilliant shimmer. Even the Kraken quakes from the ship, unable to bare the luminosity that radiated - like a thousand suns burning downward. The orb that once was in Axar’s hand was no more. The rain that continues to pour and each droplet twinkle like the stars itself as the illuminating light remains around the ship. From the cacophonous sound and blaze, a blinding figure appears.  “All of you might want to reconsider your marine status now that he’s here,” Axar cackles. 

The marines seem to stop in their tracks - all stunned. Hadn’t he been on the run since he was discovered alive? There were murmurs between their lips, some even going as far to kneel. The figure dims from the light, revealing his full form. ATLAS VOID is the first to turn, eyes wider than ever before, “Fucking no, fuck no” a string of other profanities slipping under their tongue. SAINT GUILLOTINE and MADAME MASSACRE share the same reaction. 

INTRODUCING UNDEAD BLIGHT, the son of one of the esteemed World Council Elites. His mind an amalgamation of gaping holes with only the delusion of Genesis calling him awake, he’s convinced the Goddess herself saved his life. 

One brave or perhaps stupid marine makes a swing at him, but before he can land the sword - UNDEAD BLIGHT’s maneuvered faster than the wind, grabbing the blade - hitting their neck to knock them forward onto their knees before cutting downward, a clean slice severing head from torso. “Teleportation is such an odd feeling,” is all he manages to say before ramming his stolen steel through another terrified marine. 

As the light dulls, a new storm brews. 

The marines stop at nothing, more determined than ever to capture the runaway son and murdering the rest of the crew. A voice echoes bouncing from one ship to another, “All your heads will decorate as my newest medals of a honor.” DEMON EATER scowls, recognizing it as Admiral Jun. CURSED SOLDIER makes out the sound to be coming from either the 4th or 5th ship in formation. 

― ♦ ―

The Kraken recovers from the light and opens it’s mouth, shooting what appears to be mini octo-pi on board, each with deadly tentacles. “Get all your damn grenades ready,” CHILD OF FLAMES yells to CHEMICAL PEARL. A pile land close to QUEEN OF PLAGUE and KING OF DROUGHT, both who have decidedly prioritized the deadly vermin over their squabbles, shooting with the guns they have. 

FLOWER OF ICE is the bravest and she cackles, “my turn to fuck some shit up,” she grabs the little octo pi before chucking it back to its kraken mother. It lands with a thwack as the Kraken is seemingly distracted, roaring at the prick of poison from its own kin. 

― ♦ ―

Not far from the group, a storm brews and SUNKEN WITCH, MOON BLADE and MASTER OF DEATH are the first notice it. “Shit,” MOON BLADE recognizes it immediately. “False Gods or whatever the fuck you are, we better brace ourselves and defend this ship,” SUNKEN WITCH calls. “It won’t kill us, but it’ll make good food.” MASTER OF DEATH deduces. 

Before either THREE EYED OMEN or ANGEL OF TERROR can say another word, both are hit in the face with an onslaught of fish. It appeared a funnel within the ocean had stirred and now along with the rain, a storm of fish was being showered on them. GOD KILLER makes an order finally, “Avoid the dam octo pi, prioritize the fish, we need it off the damn deck before it topples the Nauticress.” 

― ♦ ―

Below deck, the water seemingly only pours out quicker and faster. BELLS OF HELL and PHANTOM MERCY are the first to make the new discovery of a new raid of creatures swimming onboard. Before either could say a word, RAZOR FIST lets out a howl. In the sloshing of ocean water is a school of electric eels. 

“We need to fix this shit fast and get rid of the fucking water, it can’t live in drinking water,” CROOKED HOUND spits. “If we don’t get rid of this, the sharks are to follow - they love these fat fleshy eels,” LITTLE MISS RED finishes. BLOOD THIEF acts fastest amongst the group, grabbing the eel by bare hand and biting down on her tongue, “throw these above deck, they can be used against the fucking fish and octo-pi!” 

OOC GAMEPLAY

Continue current threads :) This little drop was just to amp up the stakes! characters should prioritize the tasks relegated to each thread but if they complete quickly, they can aide the other groups! 

Hoping to finish these threads for next week! Please make sure you’re participating! 

[lotusglass]

So about the ships, is it okay if I ask about headcanons about the ships and how they got together? Thank you!! The ocs are really intresting and I love the ships so I’m very intrigued lolol

 Absolutely! I live for questions like this <333 this is very long so I’ll be putting it under read more. Small warning: a little spicy in some parts ouo;;; and I do apologize if they seem out of character

Leona and Anyu 

They met during a maglift(magical shift? please correct me if I’m wrong;;) practice match, NRC against DCA(Belongs to Phoenix-Manga/phnxart!).  One of the Savanaclaw students on Leona’s team were cheating and Anyu was REALLY not having it;; so of course he confronted him about it, but afterwards it kept happening and then everything went uh...downhill;;;

Since then they became rivals and Anyu swore that she’d beat him in maglift fair and square! The again, she managed to beat him a few times when they spar?? //sigh this girl asks for too much;;;

Though, she can’t help but appeal to his cunning and arrogant behavior, but does her best to deny it when someone brings it up. Like yeah, she thinks he’s cute, but he’s mean!

no chance, no way, I won’t say I’m in love

Even if they’re not dating, they bicker a lot and argue A LOT, but they still care about each other nonetheless, it’s a matter of patience and loyalty mostly patience though

Considering how witty they both are, they subconsciously flirt each other whether it’s one the mag lift field or in their respective dorms, they always have something to say to each other. Even Ruggie can feel the tension before calling them out on it.

Anyu likes to run her hands through his hair when they cuddle, or rather whenever Leona drags her away from studying to go AND cuddle. 

Like a lot people, he calls her herbivore, but also princess while Anyu calls him a fur bag or kitty~ 

He carries her like a fucking potato sack, it makes Anyu Angry, but Leona still does it to push her buttons. 

There’s a decent amount of PDA, but behind closed doors, it’s more...ravenous ouo;;; just don’t be surprised if Leona has hickeys on him or anything 

They playfight A LOT especially after a fight and Anyu is always the one starting it

neither of them know this but their older siblings are already planning their arranged marriage due to politics 

Overall, it’s push and pull between these two!

Azul and Pearl

Ah yes Ursula and Ariel 

Pearl was actually childhood friends with Jade and Floyd so when they visited each other in their first year, she was introduced to Azul.

At first she was pretty neutral about him, but after she heard about his contracts, she had to distance herself a bit, but still remained good friends!

Out of kindness, she dotes on him lot, but Azul’s expecting something out of it, and Pearl always gets upset whenever he asks her

Although she does her best to be more understanding oh him, and ever since his overblot, she’s more doting and more open with him.

Their love is playful, tender, and surprisingly conniving! Being that Pearl is a matchmaker, she likes to ask her octo-baby for some help in pairing couples(aka getting Floyd and Jade to intervene), but in exchange she has to help him out as well whether it’s finding gems to see or sing at the mostro lounge. It’s an equal share between the two!

She lets Azul pull out scams and sometimes gets involved with them, although she pretends that she doesn’t know what’s going on when really, she KNOWS what’s going on, girl wants to make Azul look like an idiot for scamming her one time!

Pearl loves ballroom dancing and sometimes she would get Azul to dance with her, even though he tends to trip on his feet a lot hahaaaa!

They like to make inside jokes and they flirt with each other, although Pearl has a bad habit of getting too friendly with her male clients, which leads Azul having to lecture her about personal space. If it’s the male clients getting too friendly, it’s a whole different story, a scary one actually;;;

Azul tried to kiss her once in the VIP room, but alas Floyd and Jade ALWAYS cockblock him which then leads to Azul lecturing them, and Pearl scolding him for being rude to the twins. he just a kiss from his gf that’s all he asks

shalalala my oh my it’s like the boy’s too shy he’s gonna kiss the girl

Pearl knows what it’s like to be ostracized and bullied. Every so often, she pampers Azul after a hard days work and when he’s upset, she’s very patient and listens to his woe constantly, even if he doesn’t say anything, she’s there

Trey and Clarice

Met during a visit from NRC! Clarice was in the middle of sewing up her gowns on a mannequin and Trey and Cater walked in on her. Trey and her talk a lot about their crafts and of course Cater was just there to take pictures of it, not that Clarice didn’t mind!

Literally husband and wife  

Trey is the kind of guy who’s an ideal boyfriend, constantly helping her with designs and encourages her. While Clarice helps him in the kitchen and whatnot!

But most importantly. she pulls him back from overworking, being vice dorm leader is never easy. Of course she’s no better, Trey can tell when Clarice hasn’t had enough sleep, or when he fingers are sore. Thus, Trey would have to pry her hands off the sewing machine and into a comfy chair

They play around in the kitchen a lot! She purposely puts icing on his face and he chases her around for it. There was also an incident where they played around too roughly and Clarice knocked a bag of flour onto the floor. Needless to say, Riddle was NOT happy when he saw the whole mess

They tend to feed each other sometimes and go as far doing the pocky game. Of course Ace ruins the moment by telling them to get a ROOM.

PDA? They always have their hands somewhere on each other, Trey’s arm over her shoulder, and Clarice’s hand on the small of his back hood boy

Kingsley and Riddle

Kingsley met Riddle when he was a wee first year! He always so obedient and being the dick the Kingsley was, he REALLY tried to influence him. However, Riddle was stronger than that and didn’t buy into his shenanigans like the good boy he is!

Before I go on, I headcanon that Riddle is bisexual or pansexual.

As mentioned, Kinglsey does flirt a lot with Riddle, and it goes as far as calling him pet names and compliments. 

The result it either Riddle storming off with rosy cheeks, or “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”.

He does care about Riddle’s well-being and has to remind him to take breaks. When there’s a fight going on and Riddle is too busy, he takes care of it for him. He treats his queen like no other.

If they were dating, I’d say he’s one for PDA and will deliberately fluster him in front of other people

Promised himself to tone down his playboy attitude for the sake of his beloved. The last thing he wants to upset Riddle.

They tend hedgehogs and paint teacups together, sometimes have private tea time when they get the chance!

Kingsley is also very much down to punch the daylights out of anyone who dares to hurt his Riddle, not on his watch!

Jamil and Elena

I feel they met during the school festival at DCA. She’s part of cultural dance club and happened to be performing with her dorm leader. Kalim and Jamil were both intrigued and after the performance they managed to talk to her

Elena knows when Jamil is pulling back and she LOATHES that, so often times she pushes Jamil to the point where he’s really showing his bets efforts and only then would Elena be satisfied.

Elena may be a tough girl and rougher than most, but she can be just caring as the next. She would always check on Jamil after he takes acre of Kalim, he works so hard has no acknowledged this??

They have this habit of dancing together during the more quiet hours of the dorm, whether it’s in Scarabia or Magiaoasis(Phoenix-manga/phnxart), they’re moving together. However, Kalim tends them about it, so before they do anything like that, they have to make sure the coast is all clear.

If it’s not Kalim, then Elena is always the first to taste his cooking. Also she’s a horrible cook so sometimes Jamil would help her out, even if it gets a little frustrating

PDA? It’s more private, they only hold hands or Jamil has an arm around her, nothing more or less. But in private? You can bet that Elena is showering him with lovebites and hickeys. Occasional praises, but nothing too far from it. Unless Jamil says, well you know how it goes 👀

The tension between those time is thick enough to cut through. Even if they walk past each other in the halls, their eyes says it all when they gaze at each other.

[destinys-dragon]

Son of the Wicked

Characters: Dee, Remus, Virgil, Roman, Patton, Logan

Prompt: @kaytikitty

Notes: Thank you to @a-black-pegasus for helping me write this! I’m so glad we got to work together on this! I hope we can work together on more projects!

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Roman howled with anger and threw a glass at the wall, causing it to shatter. “God Dammit! I can’t believe they got away with him again!”

Patton and Logan both shared a look, sighing.

“Roman, there is no need to throw things. You know that this behavior is-” Logan cut off and jumped out of the way to avoid the dagger heading for him. “-immature.”

“Shut up Logan! This is such a fuc-”

“Language!” Patton scolded, but he was ignored. He always was when the Brain and Brawn of the team started arguing.

“-king disaster! We had a chance to save him and we failed! We failed!” Roman hollered over Patton. “He was right there! So close! And then..” his voice dropped away but in its place his hands clenched.

“I know Roman, I know, but we can’t help this time. What we can do, is come up with a better plan.” Logan adjusted his glasses as Patton wheeled over the white board. “Now, any suggestions?”

“Oh Oh!”

Logan glanced over to see Patton standing on his tip-toes, hand stretched high into the air.

“Yes Patton?” he sighed. 

He perked up at being called on for once. “We could say please and talk to them!”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. Don’t yell at him, don’t yell, you will regret it later. “We cannot do that Patton. They aren’t good people. They are keeping the tiny child captive.”

“We can storm their base and take them by surprise!” Roman declared, his eyes bright with a challenging aurora.

“No.”

Roman let out a squawk, falling out of his chair. “What do you mean no!?” he demanded.

Logan sighed again, shaking his head. I work with idiots. “No, we can not do that either, as we would be storming into their home, where they most likely have traps and defenses set up to get in our way.”

“Oh~” Roman and Patton hummed, looking down.

“T-then what do we do? How are we gonna save the poor kiddo?” Patton asked, tears slowly filling his eyes.

Logan paused for a moment, running through a number of different calculations and scenarios through his head. “Well…..We could wait until they go and cause havoc. Two of us go to stop them while the third moves in to retrieve the child.”

He watched both of them think it over, again cursing how incompatent these two were compared to his own intelligence. Finally Roman responded.

“Let’s do it!”

A few hours later Roman and Patton were busy fighting the villains Snake and Octo. It wasn’t hard for Logan to sneak in and take the child. He ended up finding him in the villain’s own bedroom in a small box. Inside, was the small, slumbering child. An extremely tiny child.

The tiny child was laying in what appeared to be a small box. He was curled up on a big purple blanket, sleeping soundly. Poor child, I have to help him.

Logan carefully scooped up the child and he felt his heart break when the child curled into his hands. Poor baby, they were probably really mean to you, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from now on.

He left quickly, making sure not to jostle the child or walk into any traps. Logan walked out of the dreaded tower, leaping into the air and flying home. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling Roman.

“What do you want Specs!?” Is what Roman answered with. “Kinda busy right now!”

“I have the child, finish the battle and return to base.” He hung up before Roman could get a response in.

Logan arrived at home to see Patton and Roman covered in bruises, cuts and grime. “You are both very….disgusting.”

“It’s not my fault he decided to throw not one…..not two….but seven fucking dumpsters at us!” Roman hissed, crossing his arms. “Did you get the child?”

Logan nodded, holding out his cupped hands.

“Aww! He is so tiny!” Patton cooed, reaching out to touch the kid. He yelped and whimpered when Logan slapped his hands away.

He tsked, holding the child out of their reach. “Shower first. Heaven knows what you’re covered in and I will not allow this precious youngling to get sick because of you two.”

When the child was moved he let out a small groan, slowly opening his eyes. “Mama? Papa?” He questioned, blearily looking around.

“Aww, baby,” Patton cooed, trying to touch the child and receiving another swat to the wrist. The second Patton let out a whine the child sniffled and started crying.

“Mama! Papa!” He shrieked, tears raining down his cheeks. “Mama!”

Logan cringed and tried to comfort the child. He would have given him over to Patton, but Patton was filthy and disgusting. “Go get clean,” He ordered, before cooing at the child. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Patton and Roman hesitated, before the tiny child let out an ear piercing shriek. The dove for the washroom, Roman making it inside first, meaning Patton would have to wait.

Logan cringed and rocked the child, which only caused them to cry louder. He didn’t notice that there was a frantic knocking at their front door, as if they were trying to beat the door down.

Logan cringed and tried to pet the child, but he hissed when the child bit him. “Mother-”

“Father!” Patton cried out, trying to save the child’s ears from hearing such a naughty word.

“Mama!” the boy screamed, digging his teeth into Logan’s finger.

At that moment, a loud bang was heard and two people ran in. They were Snake and Octo, the wicked villains that kidnapped this child.

“Give him back you monsters!” Octo growled, raising his morning star up threateningly. “Now!”

“Over my dead Body!” Rom bellowed, running out of the shower with shorts on and a towel wrapped around his bare shoulders. His sword was in his hands and he went to charge Octo.

“Wait! Don’t fight in front of him!” Snake cried, his voice loud but very weak. That’s when Logan noticed that his cheeks were stained with tears.

Logan huffed, shaking his head. Disgusting monsters. Crying over their pet being taken...how pathetic. He covered the child with his hands, cringing when the boy started to scratch and claw at his fingers. He ignored it, focusing on keeping the child safe.

Roman went to stab Octo with his sword, but Octo was quicker and smacked Roman over the head, watching the prince drop to the ground. He didn’t hesitate before he slammed his foot into Roman’s head, knocking Roman unconscious.

Snake was dealing with Patton, until Octo ran in between them, joining the battle and letting Snake flee over to Logan.

Patton struggled against Octo, his own powers struggling against the speed and outright disorderly attacks of the villain.

Logan went to run, before the child delivered a harsh bite to his thumb. He hissed and instinctively opened his hands, causing the child to jump off them. He went to grab the child, but he was shoved away by Snake.

Snake caught the boy, cupping the tiny child into his hands. “It’s okay, it’s okay baby,” he cooed, which caused all the heroes, minus the unconscious Roman, to freeze.

“B-Baby?” Patton squeaked out, staring in shock. “W-what?”

Ocot stopped his fight with Patton and walked over to Snake, hugging him. “It’s okay, it’s okay love, baby is here,” he hummed, reaching out and petting the child.

As if by magic, the child stopped crying, leaning into their touch. “Mama, Papa,” he cooed, relaxing.

“Y-You’re Mama and Papa?” Logan asked, gulping. I just abducted their kid. They are so gonna kill me.

“Yes we are,” Snake hissed, his eyes narrowing. “And you are lucky I don’t kill you, But I don’t want to get blood on my hands especially when I’m holding little Vivi. My Son.”

“I will!” Octo growled, walking towards Logan.

Logan flinched and prepared for the hit, knowing he deserved it.

Snake reached out, grabbing “Wait Re, stop.”

“They stole our baby, Dee! They deserve to get my morning star up their ugly buttholes!”

“They didn’t know better, Remus. They were ignorant...but we can use them.” Dee looked over the heroes, then back at his son

“Use them? Love, how can we do that?” Remus gave Logan another glare and shoved him to the floor, returning to Snake’s side. He reached out and plucked up the tiny child, cooing over him.

“That’s easy, we let them be Virgil’s babysitters for the night and we go out to dinner. I believe this is a fitting punishment.”

“Wait what?” Everyone echoed, staring at Dee in shock. Except Virgil, who was currently rolling around and playing with Remus’s fingers.

“Wha?” Roman slurred, slowly regaining his consciousness. “Baby?”

“Yay! Yay! I wanna babysit!” Patton squeaked, walking over Remus so he could see the child. He was roughly grabbed by the back of his shirt and flung into a wall.

“Shower you disgusting mutt!” Dee snarled, hissing at Patton. “You are NOT touching my baby with your filthy hands! You’ll get my baby sick!”

“Doggie fly! Doggie fly!” Virgil squeaked, giggling.

Patton let out a soft whine and went to the showers, pouting the entire way. He wasn’t hurt, but he wanted to play with the child so badly!

Logan coughed, drawing the attention back to him. “As much as we would love to…..babysit….I want to know how you adopted the boy...Virgil?”

Dee winced, shaking his head. “That is a story for another time. Did you want to babysit or not?” Dee asked, tapping his foot.

Roman sat up, grinning as if he just wasn’t knocked unconscious for the past fifteen minutes. “Of course we will babysit! One one condition.”

“Which is?”

“I get to be called Uncle Roman!”

Remus huffed, shaking his head. “Out of all things in the world, you just want to be called Uncle? Is that it?”

“I believe that can be arranged…...but I want to see how well you can handle him first. And he has to actually like you three,” Dee huffed, gently kissing Virgil’s head.

In the end, after Patton got out of the shower, all three of the heroes agreed to watch the tiny child. Dee gave them a list of rules that they had to follow, especially the no caffeine after eight o’clock rule.

Logan took a note of all the rules, while Roman and Patton were busy cooing over the boy. Dee and Remus stayed close to Virgil, making sure their little boy would be alright with the heroes.

Virgil was extremely nervous at first, but eventually he warmed up to the Doggy man. He was still wary and hesitant around the loud red man and the glasses man on the couch. He hoped that Glasses wasn’t mad at him about being bitten and scratched.

Dee and Remus made sure that Virgil was comfortable before they allowed themselves to relax. “We will be back around one or two tonight. I expect him to be in bed by ten. He likes grape juice, sugar cookies, and pretty much any fruit you have.” 

“That seems acceptable….I hope you two enjoy your date,” Logan gave a small smile to Virgil, his smile sinking when Virgil cowered and hid behind Patton.

Logan escorted Dee and Remus out, repairing the door they broke down. If you would have asked him earlier if he thought his day would have turned him into a villain’s babysitter he would have said no, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was glad that Dee and Remus hadn’t actually been that mad at them, surprised but happy all the same. He did not want his head smacked in by Remus, at all.

Patton and Roman were glad that they got to be babysitters for Virgil. He was a tiny child, which makes him extra adorable. They cooed and fawned over him as Virgil seemed to enjoy the attention.

What they didn’t know, however, was what night they just signed themselves up for. Oh boy, was this going to be a night to remember for everyone, especially the heroes tasked with watching over the wicked’s son.

[spnfanficpond]

November Angel Fish Awards

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go. This month’s a little late to post, but…

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE NOVEMBER’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @cas-backwards-tie

The Storm (one-shot) by @ravenangel33

It was so good. I almost cried and honestly I haven’t felt transported into a fic like that in awhile, so, needless to say I was emotional.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis 

The First Bite (one-shot) by @shy-violet-soul

This fic has Weechesters and pie, so was a shoo-in for me from the start, but then it’s also beautifully written, and it even made me *cry*. Like, full-on, snotty tissues happy tears (not the bad tears, to be clear). Everyone should read this!!

Nominated by @oneshoeshort

The Switch by @imagineteamfreewill

The Switch by @imagineteamfreewill (who is a fine, upstanding fellow jellyfish, if I do say so myself) is so far one of the best written series I’ve seen in a while. The plot and storyline compliment one of my favorite fanfiction tropes: soulmates. Adding the fact that it’s a Sam x Reader (what can I say? I’m biased lol) and it’s just getting started! After reading Chapter 3, I knew I was in it for the long haul. Meg is a wonderful soul and an even more fantastic writer. Give her ALL THE ANGEL AWARD FISHIES! :D

Nominated by @wi-deangirl77

Need by @rockhoochie

I’m nominating this heartbreaking yet breathtaking fic by the lovely @rockhoochie.  She does it all, the angst of what the reader and Dean are dealing with after he returns from being Michael’s vessel. The fluff of being alone together to get away and get back to each other. And then the glorious smut when Dean and the reader finally do reconnect just makes for the perfect little fic. LOVED THIS SO MUCH!

Nominated by @thelittleredwhocould

What You Had by @kittenofdoomage

I love me a good A/B/O fic, especially one with both the boys, and this one is particularly good. It yanks you in right from the start and then keeps you there till the end. I read it on Patreon first and could not put my phone down until I was finished. The reader's story is compelling and believable, and the sex is... well ;D

Syruped and Feathered by @mrswhozeewhatsis 

  Sometimes you just need something light hearted and funny, and this fic is my new favorite for filling that need. Sweet (lol) and funny. I love the relationship between the reader and the boys, and all the little details that feel like they came right out of the show.

Broken Heart by @saxxology 

[Editor’s Note: There is no link to this fic because Tumblr is an idjit. If Saxxy has it posted on another platform, she may be able to provide that link.]

I love this little peek into Ruby's past. It's a detail the show never touched on and Saxxy did a really good job of expanding on it in a way that is heartbreaking in the best way

Octo Dean (one-shot) by @crispychrissy

Tentacles + Dean + reader = holy fucking shit *dies*

Nominated by @imagineteamfreewill 

‘Til It All Falls Apart by @lipstickandwhiskey 

I love this fic so much! It’s absolutely heartbreaking. One of my favorite lines is the reader telling Dean not to give her “whatever narrative [he’s] got built up in his head”. That’s so, so true for real life (especially for me) and it hit me hard. It’s not even the angstiest part and I was already tearing up! Plus, the details right after that about Dean’s drinking habits before and after Michael was a really nice touch and it’s a part of Dean’s character that’s often mentioned in passing or in a big-picture type way, but little details like this add so much depth to his uh… alcoholism. Anyway, the ending of this fic absolutely kills me. There’s so much tenderness between Dean and the reader in the middle, but towards the end he becomes so brusque that it’s difficult not to feel for the reader. After all, she’s clearly been hoping for more than just one night. Sam’s reaction towards her falling apart gets me, too, and you can’t help but tear up at the very end when it, well, all falls apart.

Nominated by @alleiradayne

Meeting the Winchesters (series) by @flamencodiva 

I was hooked from the first sentence and I can’t wait for more.

Nominated by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Starry Nights and Beautiful Dreams by @torn-and-frayed

There is a simple beauty to everything Steph writes and this is no exception. She has a deep understanding of Dean and he is alway 100% in chatacter in her fics which I really admire. I love this story and how tender and compassionate their relationship is.

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

As with the BFAs, these are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be! :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

[destiel-love-forever]

Tiny!octo!cas taking his very first bath - he’s a HUGE fan

Part 1 [X] 

Part 2 [X]

Link for AO3

No Longer Lonely : Part Three

When Castiel wakes up from his nap, he’s very curious. He goes to the front of Dean’s head and grabs onto his hair so he can peer down at the man. At some point, Dean fell asleep watching the game. Castiel thinks this is the perfect time to figure some things out while no one is watching. There’s so much to learn. He was in the pet shop for two weeks, and in the scientist’s lab for a month before that, but none of that time was spent in a place like this. Dean called it “home.” Whatever that means, he likes this “home.” He wants to see more of it.

He leaves Dean’s head and climbs on the pillow, then the arm of the couch. He stares down at the floor in fear, realizing just how high up he is. Too high.

He back tracks, making his way across Dean’s head and down his body. When he peers over again, he’s still too high. The couch is too soft against his suckers. He can’t grip it well enough to crawl down the side.

With a frustrated huff, Castiel scurries over to Dean and pokes at him with a tentacle. The man doesn’t wake up. He pokes at his chest a few more times before deciding it’s not enough. He gets closer until he’s right in front of Dean’s face. Then he lifts himself up by straightening his tentacles and carefully pokes Dean’s nose with his tiny hand. He waits a moment and does it again.

Bright green eyes blink open at him in confusion, then a slow smile forms beneath Castiel’s other hand where he was using Dean’s lips to support himself. When Castiel pulls away, Dean asks, “What’s up little guy?”

“K!”

“What? You need something?”

“K! K!” He squeaks and shimmies. When Dean doesn’t get it, he throws his little hands up in frustration and turns away from him. He makes it to the edge of the couch and points at the floor. “K!”

“You want to get down?” He points at Castiel, “Cas,” then to the floor, “Down?”

“K! Down!” He nods enthusiastically. “Cas down!”

Dean scoops him up and places him on the floor. It’s fuzzy and warm. Not what Castiel expected. He wiggles against the material while trilling happily. It’s even softer than Dean’s flannel pocket, which is saying a lot. Castiel loves that pocket already.

When Dean stands up, Castiel pauses and watches him. The man steps over him and starts leaving the room. Castiel squeaks in alarm and starts to skitter after him. Dean is walking too quickly. He chirps in panic, tiny suckers making popping sounds as he hits the hardwood flooring of the hallway. His chirps grow louder and more frantic, making Dean pause and wait for him. When Castiel finally gets to him, he’s out of breath and shaking. Dean kneels down to see him.

“What’s wrong?”

“K! K! K Dee! Dee K! K!” He’s wagging a finger while his tentacles flare wildly. His “k”’s aren’t excited or curious. They’re angry. He is clearly upset with Dean. “K! K!”

“Okay, buddy. Calm down. Just, calm down.”

Dean sighs, starting to get a headache. How will he ever communicate enough with him? Charlie said that some have become fluent in English, but Dean isn’t good at teaching languages. Especially when he doesn’t know Castiel’s original language.

The little guy wraps himself around Dean’s hand when Dean offers it to him. Each tentacle takes a finger, the remaining three clinging to his wrist. Then his tiny hands cling to the tip of Dean’s thumb as he plasters his body against it. He shakes his head at him to get him to understand that he didn’t like what Dean just did. “Dee K,” he whispers sadly.

“I don’t know what you need little guy.” He brings him up to his shirt pocket and places him inside. It takes a minute but Castiel finally relaxes all of his appendages and settles himself in the tiny space. He’s pouting but he’s willing to forgive Dean.

This time.

Next time this happens, though, Dean is going to get a serious piece of his mind.

They enter a new room. It’s a nice blue color that Castiel likes. There’s a big blanket type thing hanging to their right. It has an ocean scene on it, with bright fish, corral, and bubbles.

Castiel starts cooing wildly, reaching his hands out and making a grabbing motion. Dean understands what he wants and brings him over to it, putting him in his palm and reaching out so Castiel can see the shower curtain. He holds him for a few minutes, raising and lowering his hand all over so Castiel can see the different fish and plants. Every time Castiel sees a new color fish, he coos and chirps, and his little tentacles change colors to match.

After a long time, he sighs happily and relaxes in Dean’s hand, looking up at him in thanks. “K Dee!”

“Now, I need to go to the bathroom. That’s a private thing. I’m putting you down here and you need to stay, okay? Stay. Cas,” he points at him, then points at the rug, “Stay.” He puts Castiel down on the rug and points at him, then the material, again. “Cas stay.”

“Stay.” Castiel wiggles against the rug, enjoying the feel of it. It’s a lot like his carpet from the other room. “Cas stay. K!”

“Good.” Dean turns his back to him and stands in front of the toilet. Just as he’s starting to pee, a series of tiny pops come from behind him and then Castiel is peering up at him with his head tilted. “Fuck. Cas. Go!”

He tries stopping the liquid coming from his dick but it’s too late. As he finishes, he yells at Castiel and points at the door. “Go! Bad! Go Cas! Go!”

Castiel’s bottom lip puffs out and begins to violently tremble. After a few rapid breaths, he starts crying. Large watery sobs that seem far too intense for his little body. He balls up his tiny fists against his chest and scurries out of the room. Dean swears under his breath and hurries to finish and tuck himself back in his pants. Then he goes after him.

Except… he’s nowhere to be seen. His tentacles had dried so there’s no trail to follow. If he’s still crying, he’s either too far away or he’s muffling it somehow. Dean’s heart races rapidly as he picks up his pace and continues searching. “Cas! Come back. Come back buddy. Come here. Come to Dean.” He spins in a circle, his legs shaking. “Cas! I’m sorry, buddy. Please. Cas!”

The little guy tries to stay still in the cabinet he found. It was below the light box that Dean had watched earlier, and part of the door has glass so he can peek out to see if Dean is coming. He sniffles and trembles but keeps any other noises from escaping. He doesn’t want to be here anymore. He doesn’t like Dean. Dean told him he’s bad and yelled and looked very angry. Castiel has no idea what he could have done.

He starts crying hard again. He puts his face in his hands and heaves deep breaths to calm himself. Unfortunately, he’s too loud. A sharp squeak of desperation escapes him and he knows Dean heard it. The man pauses and turns, walking straight toward him. He scrambles deeper back into the cabinet but bumps into large boxlike things. He releases a series of trills and inks himself.

Dean kneels down and opens one of the doors of the living room entertainment stand. He peers inside to find a teary eyed, blushing Castiel. The little guy has his tentacles all twisted together and his hands are cupped in front of him. He’s shaking and cooing under his breath like he’s trying to soothe himself.

“It’s okay, Cas. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, okay?”

He reaches in for him, noticing that he’s sitting in a pool of his own ink. It’s probably not comfortable at all for the little guy. When his hand gets close, though, Castiel hisses. His sharp teeth show while he makes the noise. Dean has to bite the inside of his cheek because it’s fucking adorable, but he doesn’t want to make Castiel feel like he’s defenseless. The poor guy inked himself. He’s obviously distressed.

“I’m sorry, Cas. I - Dee sorry.” He places a hand over his chest and tries to look sad. “Dee sorry. Cas not bad. No bad. Cas good.”

Castiel sniffs, rubbing his fists against his eyes. He knows bad and good, they were one of the few words he picked up when the scientists did all those scary tests on him.

“Cas good?” he asks quietly, not understanding how he could be bad earlier but good now.

“Yes. Cas good. Dee sorry.”

“K,” Castiel whispers quietly, still unsure. “K, Dee.”

Dean’s face lights up and the smile makes Castiel calm a little. When Dean puts his hand out, Castiel carefully climbs into it, his face and chest flushing a deep red as he gets his ink all over the place. He pokes at a splash of ink on Dean’s thumb and whimpers, “Cas sorry. Cas bad.”

“Oh, buddy. No. It was an accident. No big deal. Cas still good.”

Nodding, Castiel repeats, “Cas still good,” like he’s trying to convince himself.

“How about a nice bath? I bet you’d love a bath. And it’ll get you all nice and clean. Do you want a bath?”

“Bath?” Castiel squeaks, tilting his head in confusion. He shrugs his slim shoulders. “Bath?”

Dean carries him back into the blue room, walking toward the curtain full of pretty fish. When he pulls it back, there’s a large bin that kind of looks like his tank, if it were to have a lid. He jumps when Dean turns a knob, loud water rushing out from a hole somewhere he can’t see. When he realizes what’s happening, though, he scampers down Dean’s arm and reaches out for the tub. He does a flip in the air as he slips, landing in the water with a painful plop .

Trying to catch his breath, he swims beneath the water, letting his body use the familiar sensations to calm itself down. When he feels better, he pushes to the surface and blinks away the water from his eyes. Dean is giving him a careful smile. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“Cas K!”

“Good.” Dean’s smile grows. Then he’s digging in a cabinet, making lots of noises that hurt Castiel’s ears. The tiny creature dives back under the water where everything is nice and muted. He attention turns toward the powerful stream of water that’s filling the tub. As he gets close to it, the force sends him flying back, his body doing spins as it zooms across the water. He giggles and waves his tentacles in excitement, swimming back to do it again. And again. And again.

Then a pink substance is being added, creating bubbles that float to the surface. Castiel finds himself giggling as he plays among them.

When Dean turns the water stream off, Castiel swims to the surface and glares at him with a frustrated huff. His anger fades when he sees that Dean is adding colorful toys to the water. There’s a little boat, a colorful ball, and various rubber squirt toys. Castiel investigates the rubber toys first. There’s a duck, a stingray, and a bumblebee. The last one is what Castiel finds most interesting. He climbs up on it, using its antennas for support, and squeals. His tentacles wiggle and dance as he grins up at Dean.

“K! K! K!”

Dean smiles. “K,” he agrees.

He sits back against the toilet and watches Castiel play for what may be hours. The little guy goes and goes until he’s stretched out on the stingray, his eyes unable to stay open. Dean picks up the whole toy, letting Castiel continue to sleep on it, and carries him into the bedroom. He gently sets him down inside his tank, a warmth spreading in his chest at how damn cute the tiny octopus is, and decides to take another nap.

Apparently, being a tiny octopus/human’s dad is a hell of a lot of work. He’s exhausted.

[dragonpikachu]

ok so after talking to @eclectic-spaghetti exclusively about them, they wanted me to post my Splatoon OC’s

Can’t draw but I got bios. Nervous as fuck so they go under cut

Sugar AKA Agent 3 Default Color: Green Eyes: Yellow Headgear: FishFry Biscuit Bandana (Special Power Up) Shirt: Layered Anchor LS (Run Speed Up) Shoes: Blue Moto Boots (Ink Resistance Up) Weapons of Choice: Hero Shot (Burst Bomb, Bomb Rush) *retired, Octoshot (Splatbomb, Inkjet) Current Job: At Ammo Knights, fixing broken weapons Dream Job: Owning her own bakery

Personality: Sugar, despite her resting bitch face, lives up to her name and is very sweet and concerned for others. She becomes very easily attached to people and hates disappointing them. This means she often puts herself in harms way to please others. Tho she dislikes fighting, she can still crack some heads.

History: It's just been Sugar and her pet Reaper for as long as she can remember. Homeless, she often moved from city to city looking for some good form of income (not a lot of people will hire someone who hasn't showered in a week). After ending up in Inkopolis, she immediately found Cap'n Cuttlefish who asked for her help. Feeling like she couldn't say no, Sugar found herself a little in over her head. Not wanting to hurt the Octarians, she tried her best to get through as much of Octo Valley avoiding them but it didn't always work as she hoped. She doesn't remember a lot about her time in the Deepsea Metro due to her incident with Tartar. It left her with a blind eye and the need of a hearing aid on her right side. The side of her face healed, but looks bleached, being almost pure white in color. After the events of the Octo Expansion, Sugar found a place in an admittedly shady neighborhood. Rents cheap and she doesn't have too much to worry about with her monster of a pet guarding her apartment tho so it's mostly ok.

Other stuff of note: - Sugar looks up to Cap'n Cuttlefish as a father figure of sorts. She wants to retire from being an agent but fears disappointing him - Her cape was actual a blanket Cap'n made her. - Her pet Reaaper is a demon stinger, an angler fish like creature that's the Splatoon equaivilant to a junk yard dog. He's big, ugly, protective and loves Sugar to bits - She can dodge roll without dualies because she thought it was something you had to learn to do and not something related to your weapon. - She can bake sweet treats that would make Gordon Ramsay cry tears of joy, but she can't cook actual food to save her life. - Her Octoshot was a gift from Hijack (Agent 8). It's the one he used to save Inkopolis and it means the world to her. - She harbors a lot of guilt over her time in Octo Valley and has severe PTSD from the Deepsea Metro - She's a messy little gremlin who won't clean anything if she can help it. Until she's super stressed, she'll clean until everything is spotless and bake until she's out of ingredients - She, Sunni and Hijack are all dating

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Sunni AKA Agent 4 Default Color: Yellow Eyes: Red Headgear: Golden Toothpick (Special Charge Up) Shirt: Matcha Down Jacket (Ninja Squid) Shoes: Gold Hi-Horses (Run Speed Up) Weapons of Choice: Tempered Dynamo Roller (Seeker, Killer Wail) *retired, Octobrush Nouveau (Squid Beakon, Tenta Missiles) Current Job: Organizing teams for Turf Wars and Ranked Battles Dream Job: Tutoring younger players on how to use certain weapons

Personality: Sunni is a friendly upbeat boy who rolls with pretty much anything. Not too much can faze him, an insult to his face is typically met with a smile and some advice on how to better deal with your emotions. He also often gains crushes on people, tho most are short lived. All that said he has had anger issues in the past and can get into an explosive rage when people cross the line. He won't usually throw a punch (tho it's not out of the question) but he can and will yell with his signature smile still plastered on his face. This happens so rarely that no one believes people who have seen it.

History: Way back in the early years of the Turf War Leagues, Sunni thought it'd be fun to play as a more mysterious character. People saw him as such a sunshine boy he thought it'd be cool to play the bad guy, so he made a fake persona; A silent heel type character who attacks without mercy. This persona quickly gained attention as he reached the level cap and even made it to the S+ rank. Because of his use of the Gasmask to hide his face, people referred to him as "The Plague Doctor". Sunni thought it was all fun and games, and while he did have quite a few fans, he started to notice even more people feared him. Some people even flinched when he walked by! When the new League rules came out and his roller was retired, he decided to retire his mask as well. No one knows what happened to The Plague Doctor, and when asked his opinion he tells people the guy was an asshole. No one knows they're one of the same, and he wants to keep it that way. His time in Octo Canyon was far easier than Sugar's. Sunni's sense of justice lead him to fall back into his "attacking without mercy" fighting style, something that only became worse when he found out what happened to Callie. It wasn't until meeting Sugar and Hijack that he really thought about what he'd done.

Other stuff of note - Sunni has a roller preference but uses brushes out of fear of people drawing connections they shouldn't - He has a lot of self worth issues but tries his best to hide them - He still doesn't fully get why Hijack and Sugar wanted him included in their relationship - He has trouble with physical contact, he loves it but is too afraid of stepping over people's bountries to start anything - The Golden Toothpick was of course a gift from Hijack. He cried for 40 minutes after getting it. - He's actually a huge Squid Sisters fan. He thought it'd be awkward if he started fan boying about them to Marie so he tried to save face by telling her he didn't know who they were. It didn't work. - He's curious about Sugar and Hijack's sanitized scars but is scared to ask -  He HATES Octavio with a passion. - He really wants Hijack and Sugar to move in with him but he's intimidated by Sugar's pet, and Hijack doesn't think all his stolen goods will fit in Sunni's apartment

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Hijack AKA Agent 8 Default Color: Pink Eyes: Purple Headgear: Skull Bandana (Special Saver) Shirt: Black Cuttlegear LS (Swim Speed Up) Shoes: Crazy Arrows (Stealth Jump) Weapons of Choice: Literally anything and everything he can get his hands on Current Job: Murdering fish at Grizzco's Dream Job: Murdering fish at Grizzco's

Personality: Hijack is a wild child in every sense of the term. He often does things "just because he can". Some of his friends think it's a result of being forced to be a perfect rule following solider for so long. Now with all this sudden freedom he intends on making the most out of it. He doesn't care much about past stuff and just wants to focus on the here and now. He's over dramatic, childish and has a terrible habit of stealing things. He's kind of a jerk to people he doesn't know, but if he likes you he can be incredibly sweet.

History: Hijack can't remember most of his time in the Octarian army and he doesn't want to. He just knows he hated it and wants to move on. While his time in the Deepsea Metro wasn't anything close to freedom, he enjoyed the idea of the challenges and liked pushing himself to complete them all. He was unnerved by the sanitized Octarians but refuses to think back on his encounters with them (he's worried he might remember a friendly face).

Other stuff of note: - Hijack gets banned from Turf Wars every other week. His crimes include; Stealing opponent's weapons, stealing allies weapons, bringing in multiple weapons, wearing multiple layers of gear, using more than one special at once, bringing in illegal specials (he got ahold of Pearl's Killer Wail once) and more - He prefers Salmon Run, because Grizz doesn't care what he does, as long as he gets him his eggs. This means Hijack steals the boss salmon vehicle, brings in other weapons and bombs and just generally causes havoc while his teammates collect the eggs. His favorite thing to steal is the Flyfish. - He dreams of getting his grubby little paws on the Mothership, but has yet to do so. - He admires Sunni and Sugar for being some of the most genuinely nice people he's ever met. He gave them his Octoshot and Golden Toothpick because they were the first items he properly owned and thought it'd be nice to give those things to them. - He wears the Crazy Arrows just because he thinks they're ugly as hell. He loves them. - He's addicted to Sugar's baking. - He has a terrible habit of stress eating. It only gets worse when combined with Sugar's stress baking. - He's trans - He writes poems, but is actually really nervous about sharing them. Only a select few know about them. - He has a bone white back scar from failing all those tests - He lives in one of Grizzco's warehouses. He keeps a lot of the stuff he's stolen there, including; countless Ammo Knights weapons, Salmon Boss parts he's made into furniture, and so many stolen frying pans they line the walls. - He rarely steals money. He says it's a boring thing to steal, were stealing one of the giant flat screens on the walls of the square? That tells a story! - He took Tartar's broken parts with him. He likes to throw it at the wall when he's upset.

[badigeonneur]

GENERAL.

NAME: STATIC NOISE - YOU DID NOT UNLOCK THIS PART OF THE BACKSTORY YET NICKNAME(S): Parashu AGE: 30 SPECIES: Octoling

PERSONAL.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil RELIGIOUS BELIEF: atheist.  VICES: envy / greed / lust / gluttony / sloth / pride / wrath / despair VIRTUES: chastity / humility / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / temperance PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: uniting all of the unwanted under his clan, and then, fucking shit up. LANGUAGES KNOWN: octoling, various other octarian dialects, inkling, possibly more SECRETS: like pretty much everything about him. parashu is extremely secretive, and careful about what he lets out in the open, and what he doesn’t.  SAVVIES: he was an extremely skilled octarian soldier - he didn’t end up where he was by complete chance. skilled coder and hijacker. fantastic leader. memory is a+

PHYSICAL.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average / muscled HEIGHT: 6′8″ SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: several scars from his kettle collapsing on him - fading. bioluminescent freckles ABILITIES/POWERS: superjumping, shapeshifting, being a terrible influence RESTRICTIONS: superjumping is restricted to close areas, where beakons are, or where people he can superjump to are.

FAVOURITES.

FOOD: broccoli with cheese DRINK: raspberry lemonade PIZZA TOPPING: broccoli and cheese again COLOR(S): teal MUSIC GENRE: punk-rock, metal, alternative BOOK GENRE: n/a, not much of a reader MOVIE GENRE: upbeat movies where the underdog triumphs over the bad guy SEASONS: summer  SCENT(S): n/a. lost his sense of smell in the kettle collapse accident. never really noticed - smells weren’t important to him even before. 

FUN STUFF.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: no LIKES BAD PUNS: he likes making sea puns when he talks, but he isn’t crayfish about them CURSE WORD: says fuck a lot around his gang

TAGGED BY: stole it from octo-agent TAGGING: lmao

[frogchiro]

omg when I saw this tiktok, octo!König was the only thing that came to mind!!!! https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJn9LX3e/

(and he would for sure hate if if y/n ever bought it)

I SAW IT LIKE YESTERDAY AND JESUS HE WOULD

Octo!König is incredibly possessive over you, especially during shower time bc then it's the closest he can get to be in his 'natural habitat' aka the ocean while still being with you in your home, therefore shower time=his territory plus it means you get naked and he has all the access to your tits and body so it's a win for him!

So imagine his sheer shock when he saw you giggle and look at him with a grin one evening when you were already naked and under the shower while taking something out of a container and...the fuck is that. Just why are you holding another octopus?? While under the shower too?? And he just gets to see you naked too?? Yeah, fuck no.

I imagine that König would get extremely upset, like I'm talking hissing and grunting and squaring up to it while you just stand there and almost cry with laughter because your precious octo is upset over a soap ;;

[thorne93]

Inexplicable Fate (Part 23)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 1577

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers) Long, slow burn, (a little slow paced at first).

(This part is NOT beta’d. Just wanted y’all to get this. I couldn’t wait! ^.^)Thanks to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for letting me badger the dickens out of her though. I couldn’t do it without you darling.

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“Because I want to!” you shouted.

“And I don’t!” Jack yelled back.

The two of you were arguing about your views on Michael.

Once you had gotten over the initial shock of finding out Michael was your displaced father, Castiel had told you in passing that Michael was a good angel at heart but sometimes misguided. At this, you began peppering him with a million questions.

Dean and Sam seemed uncomfortable with the idea of you wanting to know about him, which was understandable, as your and Jack’s angelic fathers fought over them (or more specifically, their bodies). So you and Cas talked when they weren’t around. Dean had tried to steer you away from all things Michael when you inquired what it was like when he met him. Dean had called him a “psychotic douche with a monstrous ego”. But despite all of that, he’d let it slip that Michael was in the cage in Hell, where Lucifer had been.

Jack was able to open a portal to Hell as if he were one in a box, you knew you’d be able to open the a hole for Michael to come out of, so you could meet him, talk to him, learn about him. That’s what got you and Jack to this argument now. The two of you had been fighting about this on and off for three days.

“Why do you want to meet him?” he demanded, clearly frustrated. “Why?”

“Because he’s practically my father. It’s because of him I have this power.”

“So? It’s because of Lucifer I have mine, but you don’t see me running to him!”’

“That’s a little different, Lucifer is Satan after all,” you spat callouslly.

“What’s saying your father is any better? You heard Dean, he isn’t a good person. He isn’t to be trusted. He hurt Sam and Dean, and killed Cas. Lucifer, Michael, all of them. They’re not to be trusted. If Lucifer is off the table for me to talk to, Michael is too.”

“What the hell? That’s just it? So because you’re father is the fucking Devil, and you can’t spend quality time with him, you’re forbidding me to meet mine?”

“I’m not forbidding you,” Jack stated, frustration in his tone. “I’m asking you. I’m begging you, to not open that cage. Why would you want to meet him anyway?”

“I just...I want to. I need to,” you said.

“Why do you need to?” he stressed. “Am I not good enough? Are we not good enough for you anymore?” Jack asked, heartbreak in his voice and face.

You sighed. “No. That’s not it. I just want to know...to know what this all means. I want to know what he thinks about this whole angel baby business. I want to know if he thinks I should do it and what’s in store for me.”

Jack shook his head. “I thought we settled this. I thought...I thought you didn’t want to decide anything yet?”

“Not today, but Jack...We need to know. I don't want us to keep putting this off just because we’re worried or scared or unsure of what having children would mean for us,” you explained with exhaustion.

“You know exactly what Michael is going to tell you. He’s going to tell you to go through with it, otherwise he wouldn’t have mated with your ancestor.”

“Maybe not though. Maybe he’s changed his mind. Maybe he had another reason.”

Jack peered at you with a peculiar face. “But why do you have to find out from him? I’m your boyfriend. I’m your partner. If you’re going to discuss us having children, it should be with me. You should be talking with me...Not...not him.” The sorrow that cocooned his expression and voice nearly broke your heart.

“Jack, I….I didn’t think of that,” you confessed, reaching for him, but he pulled away. “Jack?” you said with hurt in your voice.

“I...I need some time,” he quietly said before leaving your room, leaving you feeling completely broken.

Hot tears streaked down your face immediately as you turned and sat on your bed, bawling your eyes out. You and Jack never fought, and now you were screaming at each other, all because of this stupid fucking prophecy.

Hours went by as you cried and cried, all of the tension from lately coming to a head. The prophecy, trying to find Mary, still balancing control of your powers, missing your real family. It all seemed like too much. And now….now you and Jack were at each other’s throats.

All you wanted to do was to meet Michael. You weren’t sure why. You just had a draw to him, a pull to him. Jack had never met Lucifer, but he admitted Lucifer had tried to reach out to him, so he’d at least heard his voice. For you, you just thought Michael couldn’t be all that bad. He was the righteous sword of God, right? Well, according to your new family you were dead wrong. And while you had wanted to respect their wishes, you wanted them to respect yours.

Maybe it was a bad idea to bring Michael up to the surface. Or maybe it was a great idea. You really had no idea, but Jack attacking you for wanting it, made you feel hurt and betrayed. Yet, he was right. Why were you wanting to talk to your angel father when you needed to be having the conversation with Jack.

The fact that you were shutting him out on something he really needed to be a part of, made you feel terrible. No wonder Jack was pissed at you. You basically said his feelings and opinions were invalid when it came to the topic of him fathering your children.

It was past midnight when you checked your phone, so you got your teeth brushed, took a shower, and climbed into bed, hoping sleep would erase this awful day. Just as you were about to drift off, something weighed the bed down behind you. An arm wrapped around your waist, as you could feel Jack’s breath on your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered before kissing the back of your neck.

“Is it always going to be like this?” you asked into the darkness as you faced away from him.

“Like what?” he quietly cooed.

“Now that we know….Now that we know our father’s hated each other, is their hatred going to flow into us?” you questioned, your chest clenching with dread from the answer.

He was quiet for a long time, so you continued.

“My veins flow with the blood of Michael's, and for better or worse, you’re Lucifer’s son. Michael damned your father to Hell. Could the same resentment still exist in both of us? Is that why we’re fighting now?”

“No,” he answered confidently.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’m fighting you because I want to protect you,” he explained. A moment of quietness passed between you before he decided to explain further. “I’m not telling you to not break Michael out because I’m trying to hurt you or control you. I would never do that, love,” he said before kissing the side of your neck again. “I want you to be happy. I just don’t think...I don’t think letting your father out would be a good idea. According to our family, he’s not to be trusted, just like Lucifer. I wouldn’t want you to break him out, just to find out he’s hellbent on you having our angel children.”

You pressed your lips into a flat line as you thought.

Jack continued to explain his reasoning. “You’re right. Lucifer and Michael do hate each other, but it’s because they’re both so tunnel visioned, it’s insane. Michael will do whatever God wants, and Lucifer will do whatever Lucifer wants. Both of them being out of the cage is a recipe for disaster. We can’t let him out. He’s not stable, and even if we got him out and talked to him, what then? What would we do once we were done talking? Would he seek out Lucifer and start yet another Apocalypse?”

He took your silence as a sign of admitting you had no flipping clue what would happen after you let him out. You were merely transfixed on getting him out and talking to him. But everything he was saying was right.

“I don’t know about letting Michael out of the cage. I don’t know what he would do or say or be like. I don’t know any of that. I can only go on what our family tells us and what my instincts tell me. I don’t have all the answers, I know that. But I am willing to work with you to figure them out, instead of going to our wayward fathers to do so. That’s all I ask of you, to turn to me, and no one else in your time of need.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you turned around and cupped his face to kiss him. The action took him aback, as he seemed frozen for a moment, but before long, melted into your touch without question. The two of you kissed hard, passionately, as if it would be the last thing on Earth you did.

Breaking away, breathless, Jack asked, “What was that for?”

“For being you. For being your amazing...perfect self,” you responded with a small grin.