#manta writes

[mantamind]

I wanna fuck you like an animal

Character: Portgas D. Ace Reader: gender neutral, no anatomy description Word Count: 1.3k CW: explicit, n.sfw, established relationship, protected sex, slight possessivness?, masturbation, using 'cock' and 'dick' to describe male genitalia

Synopsis: You find Ace in your room on moby dick. When suddenly dazed passion turns to feral love making

A/N: english is not my first language also this is the first smut I ever wrote. I thought about this scenario while I went on a walk and I actually liked it a lot. So I figured I should try to write it down as good as I can so I can share it with you. I think this is worthy of being my first tumblr story/post.

MDNI (Minors do not interact)

There he is, on your bed, naked, panting. All he can do is think of you as he runs his hand up and down his dick. Occasionally teasing the tip or massaging his balls. He gently guides his other hand over his defined torso and plays with his nips. His eyes shut in bliss as he let's the back of the other hand rest on his forehead.

You didn't plan to peek through the bullseye in the door while he was clearly enjoying his alone time on another sunny and busy day on board of the moby dick. All you wanted was to rest in your room after you finished your duties. However you can't deny that the sight of Ace pleasuring himself is incredibly hot and sexy. The way his hands skillfully trail over his body stimulating evey spot that absolutely get him going. His expression is lewd and and sinful. His skin looks like it's glowing as the thin layer of sweat reflects the light that's shining through the bullseye.

You can feel yourself getting aroused by the sight of your boyfriend. You quietly open the door and step inside as not to startle the boy who is clearly not aware of the situation he is in. Slowly you step towards your bed.

"Ace." You say softly more like a realisation then actually calling him.

He acknowledges your voice and tilts his head to face you, opening his eyes slightly. Ace is a shameless person so your sudden presence doesn't detain him from continuing his ministration. His lust driven mind doesn't allow him to gather a thought for a reply. Instead he just looks at you in awe. You take in all of him as he is spread out in front of you. You can tell how his gaze shifts and his eyes seem to be more glossy at the time that his desire for you grows.

It shows that for the mere seconds you stand there like this the both of you simply enjoy each others presence in this intimate moment. It's moments like this that feel especially precious for you. It might sound foolish to others but you feel like right at that point your souls resonant just by looking at each others faces.

Ace's starts to slow down his actions until it comes to a stop and gets out of bed. Ace's dazed state slowly turns into fiery passion as he embraces you to meet you with a deep kiss. You are not surprised by his actions as you've been in situations like this or similar a couple of times before.

The first oh so passionate kiss turns into a sloppy, wet open mouthed kiss which eventually turns into a heated make out session. His hands grope your body tightly and you can feel the heat of his fingertips through your clothes. You break the kiss and take a shallow breath. You swiftly move your hand to touch his face.

"You're getting hot baby." You say alluringly

"Did I hurt you?" Ace replies.

Tone matching your seductive manner with a hint of actual concern. You move your face closer to him.

"Nah. Actually it's cute how you lose control over yourself like that." You whisper into his ear seductively. Ace lowers his chin to your shoulder.

"I wanna fuck you like an animal right now." He breathes.

"What's stopping you then?"

He graps your shirt and pulls it up slightly to expose bit of your stomach.

"These clothes."

"Then take 'em off."

Now Ace is not so patient anymore. He removes your clothes and underwear swiftly. You move back to the bed and you lay down on your back. Ace quickly crawls I between you legs and peeks at you with hungry eyes. You watch as he starts to lick and suck on your privy parts. His fingers skillfully caressing your sensitive skin deliciously just like he did to himself before.

"I don't even need to prep you a ton, baby, you're already so eager me, aren't ya?" You nod slightly. Ace starts to push his thick finger inside of you, adding a second one shortly after. He carefully moves and scissors his fingers just enough to loosen you a bit more.

He withdraws his fingers from you and quickly shifts to the side to grap a condom from the nightstand. He gives his dick a couple more quick pumps and rolls the condom on his erect cock. He lines up his cock with your entrance and slowly bottoms out. After giving you a little time to adjust to his girth he takes a brief questioning look at you implying if he can start moving. Again you give an assuring nod.

Ace graps your pelvis and slightly lifts it up. His deep rhythmic thrusts penetrate your core. A little tilt of his hips changes the angle just enough to hit your sweet spot perfectly. Soon enough both of you start panting and the tingling feeling in your lower body becomes more intense. As his thrusts become harder deep groans escape from his mouth.

Ace lifts your legs over his shoulders and leans forward to rest his hands on the sides of your face. The new range allows him to go even deeper than before. His black hair falls into his face, some wisps stick to his sweaty forehead. He still looks at your face closely. Your mouth agape and tongue slightly sticking out causing drool to gather in the corners of your mouth, little droplets of sweat on your face, kitting your eyebrows, glossy eyes, cheeks glowing red, eyes rolled up a bit. It's this face that makes Ace so proud. He knows only he can make you feel this good. Your soft whimpers, moans and panting are only confirm it.

"I need more of you." Ace guides you on all four's. With his cock buried inside of you again he leans forward. His torso pressing against your back. His left arm around your waist and his hand finding a place on your chest holding you even tighter. Right hand placed on the bed beside your shoulder stabilising him. With his body practically wrapped around you like that he is now thrusting in and out of you at such a harsh pace that the bed starts to bang against the wall. Your moans become louder and the knot in your stomach tighter. Both of you are close. At this point his mind is far gone again. No straight thoughts in your heads. Everything is foggy from ecstasy. He told you he'd fuck you like crazy and Ace always keeps his promises. "Ah- Ace!" You cry out as you finally come and your body feels like jelly. "I know Baby." He mutters as he continues to fuck into you but this thrusts start to become more sloppy. "Shit." He hisses as he releases his load. He lowers his head and places a kiss on your shoulder cooing a sweet 'I love you.'

He wants to pull out but you stop him. "Please don't, not yet." So you drop on your sides with Ace still inside of you. You want to make this beautiful moment last just a little bit more. You love spooning with you being the little spoon.

Ace pulls out his now limp dick, shifts to the side and gets out of bed. You glance over your shoulder to see him remove the condom from his cock and throw it in the bin. He turns around and looks at you with this sweet puppy face you fell in love with. He walked back towards the bed and picked you up. "Let's go wash up now."

The sun is setting and another day on the moby dick is almost over. You don't have a lot of time for each other on days like this so he'll pay special attention to aftercare helping you to wash and dress up with a lot of kisses, jokes and hugs.

[mantabanter]

Fictober Day 1: "that was good work"

Lance couldn’t think very well. His face felt clammy, like the flesh of his cheeks could fall away at any moment. He had to touch them every once in a while, just to make sure they were still there, fingers trailing neatly at their edges. The past week he’d been covered in a constant layer of sweat, as if he were battling a fever or humid weather. Whatever care he put into his appearance had withered away. On the brink of death, one is forced to prioritize.

First on his list was staying awake. When he stayed awake, the thing couldn’t take him. If he kept himself in control, everything would be alright.

Right now, he was trying to solve a Rubik's cube. His hands trembled, and his brow furrowed as stiff fingers tried to keep track of the changing colours.

”Lancet.” K’Sante’s voice was gentle, but it still came as a shock to the system, and he jumped.

K’Sante evident frown deepened. He was standing above the couch of his apartment. Basked in the dawning light he looked like someone out of a dream, not all quite there. “Do you like the letter Kay?”

”It’s alright I suppose, but I prefer M.” His fingers rubbed his eyes under his glasses, leaving small smudges. “What does that have to do with anything?”

K’Sante said something again, but the sound seemed to hollow out, as if Lance was trapped under a glass like an unfortunate insect. Lance squinted. Looking at K’Sante in the light hurt his eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re saying.” He said.

An impulse went off in his head, and he tore his gaze away from the man and began the ritual of making sure his face was intact.

There were other ghosts in the room too, faint white shadows, and K’Sante went to join them. In a less sleep-deprived space of mind, he might have questioned the ghosts, but so much had changed since last week that it didn’t feel necessary to question. Satisfied that his skin had not moved all that much, he turned his attention back to the Rubik’s cube.

Demons were real, and one was living inside him.

Red - red - blue.

Demons were real, and they terrorized the city in the shadows of night.

Blue - green - green - yellow.

Demons were real, and there were people around who fought them with mystical powers.

Blue - black - black - blue.

If the demon won, he would be slaughtered by the man he loved.

Red - red - red - red.

If the demon lost?

Lance didn’t know what then, but it was better than the first thing.

He’d solved three sides. It was better than before, but the real challenge was the rest. Lance was not very good at the Rubik’s cube.

A hand seemed to appear from the snow white air around him, snatching it from his hands. Lance flexed his fingers. He didn’t think he’d miss it. Then the hand took his shoulder, and a face was suddenly in his own.

He had sharp features, a pretty face, with even teeth and a bulging, black eye that shone a monstrous shade of fuchsia. His other eye was fine though, a gentle blue. Lance decided he preferred the normal eye.

”You know, you’re not handling it as bad as I thought you would, being a normie.” He said, his voice resonating in his mind like crunching ice. He was impossibly clear and hard to ignore.

Lance winced.

”Don’t look at me.” He said, trying to pry off the mans hand off his shoulder. “You’ll make my skin fall off.”

The other man grinned, and Lance began his face ritual once again.

”Tell him to rest.” K’Sante’s voice felt muffled in comparison to Kayn’s crisp clarity. “Please. He can’t go on like this.”

”Oh, he won’t. Go on like this, I mean. He’s not strong enough.” The man said, his eyes not breaking away from Lance’s face. He seemed to find the fine fingerwork of his skin-check amusing somehow. “You look like shit, by the way.”

Lance didn’t respond as his thumbs began to trace the seams under his eyes. He could lose his cheeks, but he liked his eyes.

”It’s like a parasite. So far, it appears he’s starved it. That was good work. Impressive.”

Even in Lance's fog of mind, he could tell he was being glib.

”What about the host?” Someone else’s voice, he couldn’t pin it. One of the ghosts, maybe. “Is there no method of separation?”

”Depends. Do you feel confident to give it a try?” There was a notable silence. ”One just has to hope it’s a strong host and a weak demon.”

The half-eyed man was wrenched from his vision, pulled out into the glassy white world beyond his fingers. The largest ghost held him by his shoulder, or maybe his neck.

”I didn’t ask for snippy advice. I’m asking you to save him.”

”I can’t save him. That’s not how this works—”

The conversation began to muffle again, the world getting whiter and whiter. He needed his Rubik’s cube but he couldn’t find it. He needed to keep himself awake.

Lance was going to die. The thought didn’t hit him as hard as he thought it ought to.

Yelling. The sounds seemed to float in the air. He could see it, like slow-motion waves of light - swarms that seperated and converged. He began to chew on the edges of his fingers, just for something to focus on.

Sleep sounded good. Soft and warm like the inside of somethings mouth. He wanted to be swallowed, slowly, gently, back into that darkness.

And then again, he winced at the crystal-sluice words in his head.

”You want some real advice? From one host to another?” It crunched, like the sounds were crackling inside his ears. “Be stubborn. Be picky. Demons on the edge of death turn generous: stretch it out, take the best deal its got. That’s all there is to it.”

Lance blinked.

From the light, something tossed the colours back. The Rubik’s cube landed in his lap, fully solved.

”I’ll stick around, because your boyfriend is a good guy and I owe him one."

His silhouette stood out like a black hole amongst the figures of light. The world seemed to seep into him, hungry for all the colours it could find.

"Try not to die."

[knoproblem]

I had a little fun bug during the Anniversary event where a little jelly followed me while I was at the office party, and I loved him 🥺

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[somewhereandeverywhere]

so i don't really post about manwhas i read because they're not really what you'd expect me to be reading but i wanna go off about the latest chapter of Under the Oak Tree

spoilers underneath

yada yada different time different world different customs all that shit but gawd DAMN am i so proud of maxi standing up for herself. finally talking back to riftan. maybe it's because im gay and not into the whole "hot muscular man can manhandle me and make every decision for me" thing but maxi has been sheltered all her life and abused and traumatized. what riftan is doing is the same thing she's been subjected to for years

it's obvious he loves her, but he doesn't know much about her. she's sassy and gets angry and has banter with ruth all the time. she can drink like there's no tomorrow. she's genuinely interested in magic and growing her mana. she wants to help around the castle. she wants to help anatol. she's caring and gentle and wants to have fun

maxi said it best when she thinks riftan is treating her like a doll, just to stay in her room to receive affection on his time. i think so too. i got so angry at him during the festival with agnes and he pulled her away from her dancing just because he was horny. like let the woman have fun??? she doesn't get out much because you don't let her you fucking oaf

honestly he's not made much effort in actually getting to know her. yeah she's really reserved but riftan came in with pre-conceived notions that she's just a dainty and delicate and weak woman. and maxi's terrified that if she breaks those notions he'll hate her. but fuck's sake he spent YEARS with agnes, he should know that women can be strong and loud and independent

like when she wanted to learn magic he was so against it but only gave in with a "do whatever you want". and now that she wants to keep helping the knights with their injuries, he shouts and belittles her and doesn't apologize

is he mad that she's around other men???? is he that fucking insecure???????? or is he mad that she's trying to be a more capable lady of the castle and she's not a small uwu weak bean??????? dude's just a walking red flag at the moment and it's beyond maddening

i want to see maxi stand on her own two feet. she doesn't have to lose her stutter, but i want to see her speak her mind and be herself. she deserves that after all she's been through

i sincerely hope next chapter she puts riftan in his place. i hope he realizes how much of a dick he's been. it won't be an overnight fix but i someday want to see him see maxi's growth and how strong she's become on her own

anyway yeah that's my two cents

[fancyfade]

koryak tried to kill arthur twice and succeeded once, giving him a success rate of 50%, which I'm pretty sure is much higher than any aquaman villain has

[tricksterlatte]

Making memes for my own fanfic WIPs since they bring me joy. I’m so sorry, Akechi

[spnfanficpond]

Lots happening in the Pond Discord this weekend!

This weekend, both @heavenssexiestangel and @thoughtslikeaminefield are going to be spending time in the discord server! Manta Ray Dean will be hanging out on Saturday just chatting with folks, then hosting competitive writing sprints on Sunday with Admin MJ! (Dean will start off the sprints, then MJ will take over, and they might team up later!)

What time will it be for you?

Los Angeles - Saturday and Sunday 8am

New York - Saturday and Sunday 11am

London - Saturday and Sunday 4pm

New Delhi - Saturday and Sunday 8:30pm

Melbourne - Sunday and Monday 1am

RULES TO LIVE/CHAT BY:

You must be a Pond member to participate. (Joining is easy! Send us an ASK!)

No hate. Everyone’s opinions must be respected. (Ship and let ship!)

No NSFW images or text, as some Pond members are under the age of 18 and we want all members to be welcome. (If chat turns NSFW, we have a whole separate channel we can move to!)

How do sprints work?

The exact number of sprints and length of each sprint will be decided by the host and participants. Be prepared to work on a WIP of your own, but the host has the option of offering a prompt.

At the end of the sprints, whoever wrote the most words in one sprint will get a prize. Whoever wrote the most words in all of the sprints together will also get a prize. More prizes may be given out on the day depending on how things go. If the host brings prompts, there may be opportunities to win more prizes for most creative, funniest, etc. Be prepared to be asked to share your work! You don’t have to if you don’t want to! (Prizes will be chosen from the Pond Prize Pool.)

Where will this happen?

In the sprint channel in the Pond discord server. (You must be a member to be in the discord server. Not a member? Start here and then send us an ASK!) For anyone who hasn’t sprinted before, how it all works will be explained before we start.

I have more questions. How do I get them answered?

Send us an ASK, or ask your question in the discord server (someone will get back to you later if no one is there when you ask)!

HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!

[hallufabrication]

It's a small world

A fic about various things I wanted to write about instead of rambling about them; focuses on Manta and Hannah. The whole thing is under the cut.

Manta didn’t expect his and Hannah’s connection to fizzle out the way it did.

Not that he was expecting anything specific; She wasn’t someone he would really consider a friend. At the same time, though, he couldn’t deny that they weren’t exactly strangers, either. They hung out sometimes, she tried to help him during his illegal race against Corto, and they bonded over how great they thought Teach tech was – something that left a bitter taste in his mouth now.

He would have expected some kind of a lukewarm goodbye, or an awkward wave as they stepped onto the boats meant to take them to their homes. But as the boat steering towards the Solar Sea took off, there was no exchange between them - in fact, he wasn’t even anywhere nearby, instead preparing for his and Shino’s attempt at getting a better life for themselves.

He did think then if he should have approached her outburst the day before the way he did. Back then, he didn’t see it as anything more than a show of weakness; she wouldn’t have lasted a day in what he had to live through on Polaris. Why should she get sympathy for being a double-crosser? For only feeling bad now that it was too late anyway, now that Gavinda’s plan was in full swing?

But it wasn’t too late. Not to her and the Tikis, anyway. And she did her part in fighting against Teach…

Unlike him, at first.

No, Hannah wasn’t weak. After everything, Manta could tell that much.

Maybe he shouldn’t have underestimated how cruel Teach could have been to her. Maybe that shouldn’t have been his last words to her.

“Oh well. Too bad”, he thought, going back to packing his stuff. What’s done is done.

He hasn’t really thought about this, or anything related to the Mirages, for the next few months. He had more important things on his mind - building a new life from scratch with Shino (and Debbie) on an entirely new island was challenging enough to take away any time he could have had for reminiscing about his old acquaintances from the Whale Cup.

They weren’t on his mind these few months later, as he was walking through one of the lesser known alleys of Tortuga to his boat, either - at least not until he saw a familiar looking silhouette walking through one of the streets he’d usually pass.

“Hannah?” He called out instinctively, more out of surprise than anything else.

“Oh– hi, Manta.” She replied, turning around to face him. “Been a while, huh?”

“Yeah, but– What are you doing here?”

“On Tortuga? I came for the Rotor Punch, obviously.” She shrugged. “But, I wanted to see how you’re doing with my own two eyes while I’m here, too.”

“You heard of me?” He asked, squinting his eyes.

“Duh. It’d be harder to not hear of the famous White Tiger, honestly.” She said, leaning on the wall next to her. “You’re taking Aquagram by storm– You know that, right?”

He shrugged and made an indecipherable hum. Debbie did tell him that he was getting more popular day by day, but he never really got interested in how popular he was outside of Tortuga, exactly. His winning streak mattered to him more than whatever she was doing over on her hologlove.

“Wait, but– Rotor Punch? You’re competing?”

“What, you think I can’t handle it?”

“It’s just– I didn’t know if you’d still be racing after… Everything.”

Hannah frowned for a short second, but quickly smirked instead.

“It takes more than that to make me quit, you know. I managed to get into Solar Empire’s drone guard.”

She crossed her arms, still leaning on the wall.

“So, I’m the one representing the Empire this year.”

“Oh, wow. You got yourself a solid position, huh?” He said, walking over and sitting down on the stairs next to her. “How’d you even do that?”

“Eh, turns out getting to the finals of the Whale Cup was good enough of an achievement to sign up. Only had to climb a few ranks after that.”

“Pshf, sounds easy.” He teased. She only hummed in response.

“What about Adam? Is he participating with you?”

A slight grimace showed up on Hannah’s face. Manta wasn’t sure how to decipher what emotion it was supposed to show.

“...No, he’s not. He hasn’t reached out to me after Teach’s defeat.”

“Oh.” Manta said. “...Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Hannah sighed, sitting next to him on the stairs.

“...I haven’t tried to reach him, either. At first I thought I should, since Teach manipulated him, too, but… He was always more invested in her plans than I was. It seems like we both picked our sides.”

“...I see.”

“Yeah.”

A moment of silence fell upon them.

“And you’re…not worried?”

Hannah glared at him for a few seconds before deciding on an answer.

“I… don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it all.” She stated, resting her chin on her hand.

“Teach was cruel to him, too. She’s not going to suddenly do a 180. But, if that was his choice, then–”

She suddenly waved with the same hand in the air, leaning back.

“--so be it! I’m not going to chase after someone who made up their mind!”

She let out something between a groan and a sigh, hiding her face with her hands for a moment.

“...What’s it to you, anyway? I didn’t take you for the type to talk about this kinda stuff.”

Manta shrugged, looking somewhere else.

“You were the one who said it’s been a while.”

“Heh– yeah, that’s true.” She chuckled. “I guess it did a number on you.”

“Hmm.”

They sat for a moment in silence before Hannah stood up from the stairs.

“...Well, I should go. I take it you’re taking part in the Rotor Punch too, right?”

“Of course. Who do you take me for?”

“Yeah, thought so.” She smirked again, turning back to go about her way.

“I’ll see you around, then. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

“Psh, as if I’d need that. But yeah. See you around.” He replied, also getting up from the sidewalk.

As he got back to walking to his boat, he felt a sense of a relief he didn’t expect.

Turns out, he was sorta glad to see her again.

[sky-cotl-nature]

the TWO! animals of today: little mantas located in the 4th level of vault of knowledge (1st) and in the last part of the hidden forest (2nd)!

i love these little guys so much 🤍, definitely one of if not the best creature in sky cotl, although i might be biased cause i love the plushie 🤭. I would say they are one of the most recognizable creatures from sky, although im mainly talking about the white manta. I feel like the badass manta (see image 1.) is often not talked about much which is sad cause, and this is between you and me pal, they are the better manta in my humble opinion 👀. no shade to the normal manta though, i still love them very much, but the dark mantas are just cooler and don’t put me at as much risk of being snatched 🤧.

anyways go give your local mantas a big hug for being so good! and don’t worry if you have a favorite, i wont judge as long as you love them 😁

[xtarart]

HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SPLATOON 3!!! While we all celebrate the big splat fest and eagerly await side order, I thought I’d share my own little idea I’ve been cooking up for my own take on a DLC expansion. Splatoon 3: Mission Manta. Which would include a new playable race, the Mantalings.

the story would take place after splatoon 3's main story mode (and probably side order) where seismic activity was recently detected near the Inkopolis boarder line where the nearest agent of the NNSS, Agent 4 is sent to investigate along with sheldon. when the 2 arrive they investigate a damaged sewer line that has a massive fissure in it, where they discover the lost city of Mantlantis. original home of the Mantafolk and former trade capitol of the old world, which vanished overnight a little over 100 years ago just before the great turf war. turns out it was actually forced underground by a mysterious machine known as Dr. Balu.

Who has been using the descendants of those who were unfortunate enough to survive the capturing of the city as mindless workers via a special control collar that releases a special metallic ink into the wearers and a special frequency to manipulate their movements. however agent 4 and Sheldon are able to free one of the servants, a Mantaling by putting some headphones on em and playing the calamari incantation.

This person becomes agent M, who now must wander the sunken city to find a way to stop Dr Balu's plans once and for all,

Throughout the game you would be in contact with the various other agents and idols via a radio headset and big man would be the #1 lore expert on the place since its his ancestral homeland

[sexagonalsexagram]

Introducing: Abgrund

Abgrund is the first character I'm introducing to this blog, mostly because he's the one I've been mulling over for longest. His name means 'Abyss', which is both where he's from, and a description of his stomach. Abgrund is a 24-foot wide manta, which makes this infographic from a chart comparing different sea animal sizes very relevant.

He can swim through shadows as easily as he does water, causing his shadow to glide along the ground like the Manta Storm from Mario Sunshine. So don't think you're safe just because you're nowhere near a beach...

He's got the standard sea-creature counter-shading, with a deep navy blue back and a pale grey underbelly. But his back is covered with a set of overlapping rings, like ripples from raindrops hitting still water, and these rings are bio-luminescent. If the shadow he's casting on the ground has those rings visible, it means he's close enough to the "surface" to reach up and grab you. His stomach is pretty roomy, able to fit about three regular-sized humans in it comfortably, though that's 'comfortable' for him, not for the prey. If he's going on a full binge, he can pack about six or seven in before the bulge they make is too unwieldy for him to swim around with. Once you're down his gullet, you're gonna be digested - he physically can't bring anything back up his throat because it would cause acid reflux on his gills.

Digestion is slow, but usually painless. His stomach acids contain a weak paralytic to suppress struggling due to the same acid reflux problem, but that paralytic also has a numbing effect. The sensation is very similar to the pins-and-needles feeling of lidocaine, slowly growing stronger over your whole body over the days you remain inside his - surprisingly cool - gut.

Between the inability to hear him breathing (due to having gills), the lack of physical sensation from the numbing, and the fact that his stomach is pitch-black, being swallowed by Abgrund is like being submerged in a sensory deprivation chamber. Even the feeling of your own weight fades due to the buoyancy of his body swimming around. The only sense that isn't taken from you is smell, a mix of something so sour that it's almost bitter, and the salty scent of fresh fish.

He's a nice person if you get to know him, really. He's a huge fan of stargazing, and loves to play with SCUBA divers when he's spending time in the ocean. He just has the fish instinct of "if it's small enough to fit in my mouth, it's food". Wearing any sort of diving gear is actually a pretty good way to protect yourself, because he hates the feeling of the air tanks and random metal/plastic junk sitting in his gut for weeks, so it causes you to automatically be classified as "not food". He'll even let you pet him, feeling the soft layers of blubber made from countless previous meals.

[mantabanter]

Fictober Day 2: "it's been a long time" League of Legends fanfic, Kayn & Lance (OC), AU Content warning for casual discussion of death and suicide

[ask-healthy-light]

First Sight

A loud, angry groan was heard throughout the house as Prince hovered around in his room, struggling to think of any lyrics to write, even though he could usually do this in his sleep; as he landed on his bed and put his head in his hooves, his roommates knocked on his door to ask if he was alright.

But Prince only quietly pointed to a toppled rubbish bin by his desk, with sheets of crumpled paper around it, but he could not utter even a single word as his stomach rumbled loudly, and interrupted him; the others chuckled and asked if he wanted to join them to a restaurant near the edge of town.

At the same time, wandering through a quiet forest outside of town, carrying a small sketchbook and a pencil under her wing, Manta let her head hang down as she headed home, where she idly tossed her materials on a chair, dropped onto her bed, buried her face into a pillow, and let out a deep sigh.

After laying around for some time, she turned her head to look at her sketchbook, only to find that her eyes were welling up with tears, staining her face and pillow; ever so slowly, Manta rolled out of bed and called her friends, hiding her strained voice, asking them to join her for dinner later.

Though it was just a small restaurant some distance away from the city centre, it was famed for its impressive buffets and its cozy, homely atmosphere, and after the two friend groups arrived, Prince and Manta's moods were easily lifted by chatting with their friends, before they got up for dinner.

But as they were talking with their friends, they did not pay attention to where they were walking, and neither Prince nor Manta realised how close they were, until a moment later, when they ran into each other and fell, shattering their plates, and spilling food all over each other and themselves.

Both Manta and Prince started to apologise for their clumsiness, until they met one another's gaze, for they saw a sparkle in the other's eyes, and they froze as bright blushes formed on their faces; but just as quickly as they had started to blush, did they turn around, and return to their tables.

With their wings folded over their heads, failing to hide their bright, unfading blushes, and their ever growing smiles, neither Prince nor Manta could utter a single word to their friends; they only blathered whenever they tried, before discreetly peeking at the other and hiding their faces again.

To either their relief, or dismay, they knew not which, the evening swiftly flew by, but Prince and Manta failed to stop thinking about each other, which was immediately noticed by their friends, who invited them along more often, but they never dared to step up whenever the other was with a group.

Eventually, after an incredibly productive day for both, filled with renewed inspiration, they went to the restaurant by themselves, where, in the same spot they ran into each other, they did so once again, entirely unstained by food or drinks, and they smiled as they finally introduced themselves.

Their faces shone a bright red and grand smiles grew on their faces, as they hovered to a corner of the restaurant, where they accidentally, yet constantly spoke over the other whenever they tried to talk, until Prince raised his hooves, allowing Manta to speak, whereafter she asked him for a date.

With a sparkle in his eye, Prince only quietly replied:

"I-I wanted to ask you the same thing…!"

(Thanks for reading this bonus! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send a request!)

Featuring: PrinceWhateverer (@pwhateverer) as Prince Whateverer, And MantaNova (@MantaNova_) as Manta Nova

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A Little Bit of Sweetness

I wanted to do a lighthearted post and share what ive been reading!  Manta: I’ve become a True Villainess Traces of the Sun  Salt Friend  The Forgotten Princess Just Wants Peace  Under The Oak Tree  Tapas: No More Nice Sis  I belong to House Castielo Revenge on The Real Ones Harley Takes The House Talented Baby Squirrel Pepper & Mint Tappytoon: Father, I dont want this…

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My brain every time I open a Word document:

I keep meaning to develop my modern day AU Shaman King fanfic which focuses around cooking, but it is a struggle to get into the groove.

Instead I just end up writing angsty stuff..

Oh yes, hell and back fic will happen one day. After my Prince Tamao AU, Heian Hao fic and all the other ideas will plague my brain