#hes an octopus tho

[sannasruins]

monster from the deep

ryomen sukuna x reader

type: merman? thriller? i'm not sure tbh

warnings: octopus merman, reader fears for their life, no pronouns, reader gets slightly hurt

a/n: there might be a part two if people ask for it, i don't know where i was going with this but i wanted to get something out lol

word count: 1.1k

You could barely describe Ryomen Sukuna as a merman, despite him being one. With his power, with his mind, with his body, he should be likened to a sea monster with will rip and tear and bite, and not of a siren that sings of sweet temptation, before consuming you.

The waters were grey and choppy that day on the beach, it was not a welcoming sight. You probably should have taken the oceans warning that day, but you didn’t, and you descended familiar worn wooden stairs that led down to a rocky beach with tall pillars of stone sticking out of both the beach and shallow water. The sky was reflective of the ocean that day, a bland grey hung over your entire small beach town.

The air smelt of the ocean, but was chilled and you wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself, and as you made your way closer to the shore, the occasional spray would kick up in the wind and bite at your face with its cold salty water.

You breathed in, closed your eyes, and held it, enjoying the crisp air filling your lung. It might not be a place most people would want to be this time of year, and especially in this weather, but here and now was one of the only times you could truly unwind, and let go of everything in your mind. The sounds of the waves crashing into the pebbled beach, the whistling wind, the occasional cry of a gull, it all emptied your mind and let you truly just be.

That was, until you heard a series of splashes, which you tried to brush of, but it was then followed by wet slaps that sounded almost like a fish on the deck of a boat. You wondered if a large fish, or maybe even a dolphin had beached itself accidently, so you opened your eyes and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, which had by that time, stopped. You worried that the fish might be suffocating without water, and started looking more franticly.

Despite your efforts, you were unable to find the source of disturbance, and began to wonder if you had hallucinated it, but as a last effort, you peaked you head around the closest of the large pillars of stone that interrupted the beach, and were met with a sight that for what felt like forever, you did not know how to process.

There rested a man, or at first glance what looked like a man. But the more you looked at him the more you saw. When one pair of arms ended, another began, and when your gaze moved lower, where his torso should have ended and turned into legs, there were instead a mess of dark red tentacles, like that of an octopus. His body, his human half that is, was covered in strange tattoos, even his resting face had thick dark and harsh lines on it.

You couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past your lips, and as soon as it exited, your hands had flung up to cover your mouth.

But it was too late.

His eyes snapped open, a deep and dark red that matched the skin of the tenacles that made up his lower half, and found you peeking around the corner of the stone. Your own eyes wide with shock, or maybe fear.

You realized you should run, the look he was giving you was that not of a hurt creature, or a fairytale encounter, but of a hunter catching sight of its prey. As you started to turn around and lift your foot to flee, two of his tentacles shot out, one wrapping around each of your ankles, and tugged backwards, causing you to tip forwards, your hands shooting out to keep your face from making contact with the sharp pebbles of the beach. You felt a sharp sting in both your hands as you landed hard, the air was knocked out of you. The rocky beach digging into your soft skin as you were pulled over it was sure to be leaving bruises and scrapes over your body, but all you could feel was overwhelming dread as a monster from the sea dragged you back towards him.

Breath was still not coming to you as his other tentacles picked you up and held you captive Infront of him, you were shaking with a fear that seeped its way into your bones. You could tell however, that he was even more horrifying than you had originally thought, as a second pair of eyes under his main ones blinked open to scrutinize you more closely.

“A human,” he mused. He wasn’t talking to you, just thinking out loud. You kept your mouth shut, regarding your captor with wide, unblinking eyes and were amazed that it could speak your language.

“Well human,” he addressed you this time, looking into your fearful gaze with his own cold and calculating one, “what should I do with you?”

You sputtered, shocked, was this creature that was about to eat you, asking you how he should eat you? Was he asking you how he should kill you? These were all very scary questions that flooded your brain and kept your mouth from making any other noise than a very quiet and questioning “huh?”

He frowned at that; it was obviously disrespectful. Your mere presence on this beach whilst he was there was disrespectful, and he didn’t have the time or patience for disrespectful and meager existence. He started to consider what had been running through your head the whole time, that maybe he should just drown you and eat you, there wasn’t enough of you to satisfy the King of Sea Monsters, but it had been a while since he had eaten a human, and it could be a little snack.

He watched the way you trembled in his grasp, how you were totally his in that moment, unable to do anything unless he willed it to be that way, and it felt something he hadn’t in quite a while.

“Answer me little human,” he pushed, “what should I do with you.”

“Please don’t kill me,” you managed to whisper the plead out from your fear frozen lips.

“Very well,” he smiled, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth that sent a harsh chill down your spine.

He brought you closer to him, replacing his tentacles for his lower pair of arms, and this is when you truly thought he was going to bite into your neck and rip out your throat, or something equally gory that would end your life and begin his feast, but instead he did something else entirely shocking.

He dove into the frigid ocean, with you firmly held in his grasp.

[lchariott]

p4 kakyoin brainrot

[demilypyro]

Superior Spider-Man pretending to be regular Spider-Man.... Peak

[temeyes]

ur ghost is so cute i need to put him in a jar like a firefly and just observe him :3/pos

i suggest u put duct tape on the lid

[spinjitsuburst]

I’m so sleepy that I started rambling to one of my not-Ninjago friends about jay and bird symbolism. Do you know how much bird symbolism surrounds this man. There’s so much. So much bird stuff. Why is his animal a kraken and not a bird? Forever a mystery.

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan in his natural habitat in the temple sleeps in a loft bed (it was supposed to be storage he said cat instinct and turned it into a loft bed they’re shockingly common with Jedi tbh tho) and under 17 fluffy blankets with a pregnancy pillow (he’s not pregnant he just can’t sleep off his stomach if he don’t got one and sometimes autism requires squishing to keep it all down) and three more fluffy blankets on top of him. He has an optional Padawan or pet (not really a pet, just whomever followed him how from the gardens today) in bed with him also. And he’s got a projector on the wall and has a night stand with water and gaming devices so he can survive up there forever.

The clones, who have learned to sleep with full kute coverings and usually without blankets or pillows cause they just pass out on each other, most of whom identified with their Jedi for having similar sleeping types if they weren’t human, realize they are quite horrified by his Stewjoni nesting instinct. And he’s offended and refuses to sleep with any of them till they apologize to his favorite stuffed animal for insulting his HOUSE. Fuck you bitches he and Master Sparkle Bantha deserve better.

Cody is groveling while Alpha is still trying to negotiate a less intense number of blankets and Anakin is just shaking his head like ‘it’s not worth it Bro’ and Alpha is like ‘shut up ur an omega too you brat’ and that’s the last straw, you called them omegas now Cody is asking what an omega is and Alpha is trying to figure out how to keep his AO3 account hidden from his vod’e and nvm he’ll sleep in the barracks forever-

Obi-Wan holds this info over his head like a guillotine and convinced him to get in the damn nest right this second and cuddle him better.

If you don’t sleep with at least two comforters and a queen sized fuzzy blanket then I don’t trust you. Yes I refuse to trust my sister and wife okay. Everything in the world has a downside and that’s theirs. My bed is half dragon hoard of yarn and squishmallows. I’m not changing for anyone.

Anakin’s bed is 90% pillow and squishmallow and 10% blanket. Padme uses a thin cotton blanket and lets him burrito wrap himself and uses him like a body pillow while he’s captive in the blankies.

[bowserbowser29]

Lesbeam

[hollowsart]

Spider-Man: Octopus-Girl updated again and I--

[third-king-of-salmonids]

SOMEONE PLEASE GET JOE JR GET OUT OF GREAT GRANDADS DENTURES THEY HAVENT BEEN CLEANED FOR A FEW MILLION YEARS

LITTLE FUCKER

[small-spark-of-light]

i wanted to paint a scene i like from the fanfic heres the blorbs

rafe is about to get Jumpscared XD

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[majimasleftasscheek]

So if Kiryu is a kraken, what does that make Nishki?

I got a lil comic to post later on this but I decided on a mako shark 👀 90% because I like makos 10% because they're fast and pointy and give me the sorta vibe I feel whenever I see him engage rude boy mode. idk if that makes sense when I say it but I feel it in my gut

[kindaasrikal]

Morro except after all the healing and growing he meets the preeminent again and she destroys his mental state, leaving him once again without his sanity.

[sleipliir]

Let the tiny octo boi be free to do crime

[sege-h]

I haven’t seen anyone talk about this and I can’t stop thinking about it so

Mimic is being his usual bastard self with his new cat form alone

Note the hair/head shape, the muzzle shape, long tail and the chest marking (and even the scarf a little bit)

He’s basing this form on his old teammate that he, y’know, betrayed and killed

BASTARD SUPREME

[oswaldthehero]

Never change otto