I Come From The Water

I come from the water I crawled upon the shore I left my brothers there I got what I came for I breathed the hot air in I rolled upon the sand Emerged beneath the sun To be a man... ------------- Bonjour. My name is Gabriel Reynard Delacour, and I am... just a simple Tentaspy. What may I do for you, mon ami? 

[icomefromthewater]

I guess I should have done this years ago, but... RULES.

-I am not terribly selective, but the posts that most inspire me will get the most attention. Everything will be replied to eventually, though. -I can sometimes be slow to reply. Poke me! Just... not too hard. -Gabriel is primarily in the TF2 universe. If you want to borrow an AU version of him (tenta or human!) for any other universe, let me know! Depending on the fandom, I’ll likely be up for it.

-18+, please. This blog will occasionally, but not always, take part in NSFW RPs or reblog NSFW images. Please plan accordingly and unfollow if you are underage or if such imagery upsets you. -Please do not follow if you are pro incest, pedophilia, racism, child or animal abuse, or rape. Anti-choice, Anti-LGBTQ+, and/or displaying all other forms of bigotry should also unfollow. None of these themes will be employed in RPs without an extremely good reason, and never in a positive light. -Common sense RP etiquette should be exercised. No godmoding without permission, no killing off my character (exceptions can be made for muses with respawn capabilities, but again, please ask first). -Gabriel is a flirt, very physical, and prone to cuddling and other forms of physical affection. If you are uncomfortable with any of this, tell me, or have your muse tell him- we are both very big on consent and will pull back if you are uncomfortable! -Due to the nature of the character, this blog is multi-ship. Please note that all ships take place in the same universe, but if you would prefer an AU, let me know. -Have fun, be safe, and let me know your limits if any!

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

"Nice to meet you, Gabe...You have a very lovely name. My name's just Jimson Hemlock..." He did want to take his respirator off, though he wasn't sure.

"...If you want to see the rest of my face..um...can you handle tetrodotoxin? It's in puffer fish...If you can, then I can take this off. I don't wanna hurt you because...well...you're very pretty and stuff and you seem very nice."

Jim wasn't struggling, the limbs felt...rather nice actually...He couldn't help but think how nice they'd feel against skin, maybe petting his cheek...Now he was blushing more.

[icomefromthewater]

“Hmm. I don’t know. Now, zhis is an interesting dilemma.” He tapped at his chin, expression thoughtful. “I am a bit of an abomination. Now, I do not claim to be zhe first of my kind, but I know I must be at least one of zhe earliest- an ‘experiment’ in zhe truest sense. Zhe creation of a madman who ‘ad an idea of what I would become, but did not know for absolute certainty zhat it would work.” There was a definite tinge of bitterness in his laugh then, but it faded off quickly. “In any case, zhat means my makeup is a complete ‘odgepodge of heaven only knows what. I am as you see before you. I am terribly long-lived- oh, I’m sure zhat I will die one day, but I ‘ave had a hundred years at least on zhis world and little sign of aging. So it would come as no surprise to me if I were some’ow toxin resistant too.” One claw delicately traces down the exposed skin at the side of Jim’s face, careful, tender. “So oui, I would like to see you. If I live, all zhe better- if not, I ‘ave had a good run, so none zhe worse. What is life if not spiced up by living dangerously now and zhen?”

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

He was a little more awake now, but his audio processing abilities were shit so if he even knew French (he doesn't), it would sound like garbled speech. Like, he could tell it's French, but understand none of it. Just like if someone spoke to him in English right now, he'd know it was English, and that he should understand it, but it would just be so garbled and nonsensical.

Jim was meanwhile admiring the beautiful merman in front of him, blushing a little bit. He hadn't expected this. Hell, he'd never seen anything like this.

[icomefromthewater]

He smiled, and dove off the rock. His form rippled beneath the water and popped up again near the shallows, head tilting to the side. His hair was mid length, dark and slicked down to the base of his neck, his eyes were a luminous aquamarine, and his smile was sharp. “Why ‘allo, mon ami. Do come closer so I can get a better look at you.” A dangerous proposition. Sharp teeth were rarely given to plant-eating creatures, after all, still, there is charm in that smile, something beguiling about that monstrous form. One tentacle slips out of the water, coiling out as if searching.

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

"Oh...Okay,"he replied as he walked closer to the merman. He wasn't really even thinking too hard about it because his frontal lobes were not fully engaged at the moment. Hopefully it wouldn't come back to bite him...too hard anyway. He just couldn't help himself though, the tentacled man was absolutely stunning to behold.

"Hello..." He was a lot closer now, better able to admire the other since he, too, could see him better.

[icomefromthewater]

“Bonjour.” He laughed, a rich, musical sound. Those glowing, alluring aquamarine eyes appraise the man who’s come upon him, a grin forming on the tentaspy’s face. “Well, aren’t you lovely! For what I can see of your face, in any case, mon ami. Do not worry, I won’t begrudge you. I do understand the preference of keeping your face hidden. Your cheekbones are exceptional, ‘owever, Ah, if only I could whisk you away to Paris. All zhe artistes would be begging you to model.” Rolling over, a merry expression settling onto his face, the Tenta rests his chin in one taloned hand, a few foretentacles slipping towards shore to probe curiously at the Medic. “Zhat uniform... I ‘ave not seen anyone wearing it in a long time. They were just changing styles when I was human, once upon a time. Some stuck to what zhey were used to. But nonezheless, you ‘ave such a melancholy look in those eyes of yours? Tell me, cher, what is your name?”

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

He blushed when he was touched, face as red as the red accents of his uniform. The pupils of his green eyes dilated somewhat as he looked him over. Well, the flirting was certainly working on him.

"W-Well...I was hired as a Medic originally in the 20's for a project...Um. They put me on a team after the project concluded, and um, that's when I got this particular uniform. My first one was more academic looking...this one's more military,"he babbled on, "But um...I don't think I'm really that pretty."

Yes, he had low self-esteem even though he was honestly quite pretty with a fit, rather muscular body that had come rather naturally to him due to his active lifestyle as a medic who was used to lifting heavy things for prolonged periods of time.

"Th-The respirator I wear though is so I don't kill anyone as much as it's also so I didn't breathe in nasty things like asbestos, mold, viruses, or bacteria. I'm kinda used to wearing it I guess."

[icomefromthewater]

“Mmm. Zhat sounds about right. I do not zhink we met then, though. I would ‘ave certainly remembered you.” Purring a bit, he wrapped a tentacle playfully around one of the Medic’s wrists, tugging him closer. “I would insist, cher. You are quite beautiful, mask and all. An easter lily of a man- lovely and eye-catching and, apparently, poisonous? Hmm. So you mean to say zhat your pretty face must remain a mystery. Are you sure zhe case isn’t simply zhat your full beauty is too much for poor mortals to handle, and zhey drop dead from being overwhelmed?” The tentacles wrap around the Medic’s limbs loosely- if he struggles he can easily break free. “My apologies. My name is Gabriel Reynard Delacoeur. My friends call me ‘Gabe’, you may if you wish. It is magnifique to make your acquaintance.”

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

He was a little more awake now, but his audio processing abilities were shit so if he even knew French (he doesn't), it would sound like garbled speech. Like, he could tell it's French, but understand none of it. Just like if someone spoke to him in English right now, he'd know it was English, and that he should understand it, but it would just be so garbled and nonsensical.

Jim was meanwhile admiring the beautiful merman in front of him, blushing a little bit. He hadn't expected this. Hell, he'd never seen anything like this.

[icomefromthewater]

He smiled, and dove off the rock. His form rippled beneath the water and popped up again near the shallows, head tilting to the side. His hair was mid length, dark and slicked down to the base of his neck, his eyes were a luminous aquamarine, and his smile was sharp. “Why ‘allo, mon ami. Do come closer so I can get a better look at you.” A dangerous proposition. Sharp teeth were rarely given to plant-eating creatures, after all, still, there is charm in that smile, something beguiling about that monstrous form. One tentacle slips out of the water, coiling out as if searching.

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

"Oh...Okay,"he replied as he walked closer to the merman. He wasn't really even thinking too hard about it because his frontal lobes were not fully engaged at the moment. Hopefully it wouldn't come back to bite him...too hard anyway. He just couldn't help himself though, the tentacled man was absolutely stunning to behold.

"Hello..." He was a lot closer now, better able to admire the other since he, too, could see him better.

[icomefromthewater]

“Bonjour.” He laughed, a rich, musical sound. Those glowing, alluring aquamarine eyes appraise the man who’s come upon him, a grin forming on the tentaspy’s face. “Well, aren’t you lovely! For what I can see of your face, in any case, mon ami. Do not worry, I won’t begrudge you. I do understand the preference of keeping your face hidden. Your cheekbones are exceptional, ‘owever, Ah, if only I could whisk you away to Paris. All zhe artistes would be begging you to model.” Rolling over, a merry expression settling onto his face, the Tenta rests his chin in one taloned hand, a few foretentacles slipping towards shore to probe curiously at the Medic. “Zhat uniform... I ‘ave not seen anyone wearing it in a long time. They were just changing styles when I was human, once upon a time. Some stuck to what zhey were used to. But nonezheless, you ‘ave such a melancholy look in those eyes of yours? Tell me, cher, what is your name?”

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

He was a little more awake now, but his audio processing abilities were shit so if he even knew French (he doesn't), it would sound like garbled speech. Like, he could tell it's French, but understand none of it. Just like if someone spoke to him in English right now, he'd know it was English, and that he should understand it, but it would just be so garbled and nonsensical.

Jim was meanwhile admiring the beautiful merman in front of him, blushing a little bit. He hadn't expected this. Hell, he'd never seen anything like this.

[icomefromthewater]

He smiled, and dove off the rock. His form rippled beneath the water and popped up again near the shallows, head tilting to the side. His hair was mid length, dark and slicked down to the base of his neck, his eyes were a luminous aquamarine, and his smile was sharp. “Why ‘allo, mon ami. Do come closer so I can get a better look at you.” A dangerous proposition. Sharp teeth were rarely given to plant-eating creatures, after all, still, there is charm in that smile, something beguiling about that monstrous form. One tentacle slips out of the water, coiling out as if searching.

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

[icomefromthewater]

C'est le temps de la saison, quand l'amour est grand, En ce moment, donne-le-moi facilement, et laissez-moi essayer avec des mains agréables~ The sound is drifting in through the window, carried on the breeze. It’s beautiful singing, almost ethereal and otherworldly. If one was superstitious, they could easily attribute melodies like it to faeries- or sirens. Pour t'emmener au soleil, vers les terres promises, pour te montrer tout le monde, C'est le temps de la saison pour aimer~

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

The singing brought him more to the surface again, calming him a little bit, though he felt exhausted when he came back. So, Jim looked around in a daze, wondering just where the singing was coming from.

He rose slowly from his seat, feeling the lead weight that exhaustion provided him with as he went towards the window where he heard the song.

Well, he figured he may as well look for the source of this beautiful music. Not like he had to do anything else. So, he put one foot into one slipper, the other into its mate, grabbed his jacket, and decided to head outside because fuck it, he had time to waste.

[icomefromthewater]

He is perched on a rock in the water, face turned up to the moon. Silver light reflects off pale, damp skin, taloned hands clutched to his chest. Around the rock, azure tentacles are curled, coiling and uncoiling lazily. His eyes flick towards approaching movement, a smile curling at his lips. “Quel est ton nom? C'est qui ton papa? Est-il riche comme moi ? A-t-il pris le temps de vous montrer ce dont vous avez besoin pour vivre~?” Indeed, the creature in the water is as elegant, alluring almost, as he is monstrous and alien. Perhaps the notion that the song was coming from a siren wasn’t too far off.

[finchtheidiot]

One of my *cough* worse sfms because I was experimenting with adding "limbs" to make tenta-spy

[classic-toxic-medicine-deactiva]

The medic is just sitting there quietly, eyes gazing out into the distance in front of him without him being all there. He was unfortunately remembering so many horrors he had experienced in the past and it managed to shut the rest of him down.

He had the week off, so he was dressed down in his civvies, still wearing the respirator of course.

[icomefromthewater]

C'est le temps de la saison, quand l'amour est grand, En ce moment, donne-le-moi facilement, et laissez-moi essayer avec des mains agréables~ The sound is drifting in through the window, carried on the breeze. It’s beautiful singing, almost ethereal and otherworldly. If one was superstitious, they could easily attribute melodies like it to faeries- or sirens. Pour t'emmener au soleil, vers les terres promises, pour te montrer tout le monde, C'est le temps de la saison pour aimer~

[icomefromthewater]

Ah, the weather is mild and pleasant.

Come to me, lovely ones. Let me sing to you. It ‘as been too long and I am lonely.

[ropasart]

bathmobile

[bad-facsimile]

an art fight attack i did on @jellazticious because his tentaspy is SO COOL and he makes the brain worm council happy!!

[jellazticious]

Tentaspy shenanigans as a treat after posting my first attack in AF

[icomefromthewater]

*skipping rocks in the water*

A hand pops up and catches the rock. The rock is skipped right back to shore.

[brimmstonedreams]

Darn Brean had been hoping to see some man titty. So much for the classical take on a merman, but then again it had been mentioned that this was a french merman probably different rules. The wrist positions of the flamenco were pretty much lost with the pyro gloves so they stopped the dance with one last foot stamp. “Hello! I am Brean!”

[icomefromthewater]

“’Allo, petite. I am Gabriel. Hmmm, so you are zhe stone-skipper, I take it?” Chucking, a rich, lovely sound, he reclines in the shallows, tentacles winding and unwinding around each other almost of their own volition. “You are a lovely dancer, Brean.”

[brimmstonedreams]

“Of course, I was trying to see the merman I was informed of...” More like warned off not to skinny dip, it was too cold anyways. Brean had some standards. “Of course I am, thank you for noticing. Gabriel.” They pull a slightly squished bakery box out of their pack. almost tempted to get down on one knee but abstaining and just getting closer so they can reveal the contents.

[icomefromthewater]

Nose twitching slightly, Gabriel moved closer. His eyes widened when he saw what was in the box- dense, lucious-smelling Spanish olive-oil cakes, Tarta de Aceite. His mouth watered at the delicious aroma- vanilla and lemon and just a touch of olive oil in lieu of butter. “Are those for me, cherie? ‘Ow very thoughtful. I admit I ‘ave a ‘orrible sweet tooth...” He moved a little closer, eyes firmly fixed on the box of cakes.

[icomefromthewater]

🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .

The voice is nigh angelic. There are no words, not really, just ethereal vocalizations. Following the voice leads to the water. The moonlight shines on a beautiful man, sitting in the shallows. Long black hair, luminous aqua eyes- and in lieu of legs, eight tentacles, royal blue with a gradient into lavender undersides. He sings enchantingly, but the tune, and the Tentaspy's expression, is somewhat sad as well.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan was having trouble sleeping again. What the reasons for it were, unfortunately, a mystery to him. At least he could wander about until he felt sleep finally creep in, or see the sunrise.

Tonight, however, he ventured further than before. The dessert had grown lush with undergrowth, and he could start to hear running water and waves, possibly from a river and lake. All that, plus a voice.

Creeping towards it, Nathan stayed in the bush and saw the man sitting, singing, unknowing of his sudden audience. Nathan couldn't quite make out all the details, but he sat there, almost entranced by the voice and the song.

[icomefromthewater]

He sang a little longer, seeming to be somewhat overtaken by emotion. The tears flowing from his eyes are strange- pearlescent, almost. Slowly, the vocalization comes to a finish, and the tentaspy rolls his shoulders, stretching- and suddenly freezes, looking right in Nathan’s direction. Gasping slightly, he dives into deeper waters with a splash.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan gasped as well and shrunk back a bit, not expecting the man to look right at him.

"No, no, no, wait-!" He tried, reaching out automatically to the now rippling water where the person was. Cursing, he got up and walked hesitantly towards the water's edge.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he said to the open air.

[icomefromthewater]

A soft splash, and the man surfaces from the water, from the shoulders up. His long, wet black hair frames his shoulders. His eyes are stunning aqua. And his smile... is sharp. His teeth are sharklike. “Desole, mon ami, you just gave me a bit of a fright. I did not zhink anyone was watching.” He drifts closer, expression curious, but very charming, in spite of the wicked teeth. “And who might you be? I don’t believe we ‘ave met.”

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan jumped a bit at the voice, looking back down at the water. He cocked his head slightly, taking in the man's odd features.

"I could be askin' you the same thing," he said, crouching down so he was closer to the man. "I'm Nathan. Sorry for spooking you, by the way. I don't usually come this far whenever I walk."

Who was he? Nathan couldn't help but try and piece together how the man was, but his oddness baffled the martial artist. From his voice and the way he sang to his much-to-sharp teeth, and his eyes... Nathan's never seen such pretty eyes before.

"Sorry to pry, but, uh... what are you?" He asked hesitantly. "I only saw your silhouette and heard you sing. Can't really help but be curious."

[icomefromthewater]

“Moi? I’m a sea monster, cher.” He chuckled, a rich, musical sound, and pulled himself into the shadows. His upper half resembles a damp Spy, for the most part, despite him forgoing his mask at the moment- well suited in fetching deep blue, a waterproof cigarette case in his breast pocket. His hands are inky-black, ending in graceful but wickedly sharp claws to match his teeth. From the waist down, there are no legs, but eight long, deep blue tentacles, gradient into a lavender underside studded with suction cups. A Tentaspy. “My name is Gabriel Reynard Delacour. I ‘ave lived in these waters for a very long time, mon ami. And you, lovely thing... I don’t believe I’ve ever seen your like. Too small for a ‘eavy... not a Sniper, you don’t ‘ave the smell of gunpowder about you zhat zhey do. Per’aps a Spy... non, I don’t think so. Not suited for a Pyro... I confess zhat I am stumped.” He laughs again. Despite his alluringly monstrous appearance, he seems friendly enough.

[icomefromthewater]

🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .

The voice is nigh angelic. There are no words, not really, just ethereal vocalizations. Following the voice leads to the water. The moonlight shines on a beautiful man, sitting in the shallows. Long black hair, luminous aqua eyes- and in lieu of legs, eight tentacles, royal blue with a gradient into lavender undersides. He sings enchantingly, but the tune, and the Tentaspy's expression, is somewhat sad as well.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan was having trouble sleeping again. What the reasons for it were, unfortunately, a mystery to him. At least he could wander about until he felt sleep finally creep in, or see the sunrise.

Tonight, however, he ventured further than before. The dessert had grown lush with undergrowth, and he could start to hear running water and waves, possibly from a river and lake. All that, plus a voice.

Creeping towards it, Nathan stayed in the bush and saw the man sitting, singing, unknowing of his sudden audience. Nathan couldn't quite make out all the details, but he sat there, almost entranced by the voice and the song.

[icomefromthewater]

He sang a little longer, seeming to be somewhat overtaken by emotion. The tears flowing from his eyes are strange- pearlescent, almost. Slowly, the vocalization comes to a finish, and the tentaspy rolls his shoulders, stretching- and suddenly freezes, looking right in Nathan’s direction. Gasping slightly, he dives into deeper waters with a splash.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan gasped as well and shrunk back a bit, not expecting the man to look right at him.

"No, no, no, wait-!" He tried, reaching out automatically to the now rippling water where the person was. Cursing, he got up and walked hesitantly towards the water's edge.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he said to the open air.

[icomefromthewater]

A soft splash, and the man surfaces from the water, from the shoulders up. His long, wet black hair frames his shoulders. His eyes are stunning aqua. And his smile... is sharp. His teeth are sharklike. “Desole, mon ami, you just gave me a bit of a fright. I did not zhink anyone was watching.” He drifts closer, expression curious, but very charming, in spite of the wicked teeth. “And who might you be? I don’t believe we ‘ave met.”

[icomefromthewater]

🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .

The voice is nigh angelic. There are no words, not really, just ethereal vocalizations. Following the voice leads to the water. The moonlight shines on a beautiful man, sitting in the shallows. Long black hair, luminous aqua eyes- and in lieu of legs, eight tentacles, royal blue with a gradient into lavender undersides. He sings enchantingly, but the tune, and the Tentaspy's expression, is somewhat sad as well.

[meet-the-martial-artist]

Nathan was having trouble sleeping again. What the reasons for it were, unfortunately, a mystery to him. At least he could wander about until he felt sleep finally creep in, or see the sunrise.

Tonight, however, he ventured further than before. The dessert had grown lush with undergrowth, and he could start to hear running water and waves, possibly from a river and lake. All that, plus a voice.

Creeping towards it, Nathan stayed in the bush and saw the man sitting, singing, unknowing of his sudden audience. Nathan couldn't quite make out all the details, but he sat there, almost entranced by the voice and the song.

[icomefromthewater]

He sang a little longer, seeming to be somewhat overtaken by emotion. The tears flowing from his eyes are strange- pearlescent, almost. Slowly, the vocalization comes to a finish, and the tentaspy rolls his shoulders, stretching- and suddenly freezes, looking right in Nathan’s direction. Gasping slightly, he dives into deeper waters with a splash.

[icomefromthewater]

*skipping rocks in the water*

A hand pops up and catches the rock. The rock is skipped right back to shore.

[brimmstonedreams]

Darn Brean had been hoping to see some man titty. So much for the classical take on a merman, but then again it had been mentioned that this was a french merman probably different rules. The wrist positions of the flamenco were pretty much lost with the pyro gloves so they stopped the dance with one last foot stamp. “Hello! I am Brean!”

[icomefromthewater]

“’Allo, petite. I am Gabriel. Hmmm, so you are zhe stone-skipper, I take it?” Chucking, a rich, lovely sound, he reclines in the shallows, tentacles winding and unwinding around each other almost of their own volition. “You are a lovely dancer, Brean.”