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🦀 ASK/RP blog for Kril from Another Crab's Treasure 🦀 🦀 run by gio, follows as infernalpursuit, links and rules in pinned! 🦀

[lostshcll]

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🦀 ASK/RP blog for Kril from Another Crab's Treasure! 🦀

18+ only ;; OCs, nonmutuals & especially crossover friendly

overall spoiler free

run by gio ; follows back as infernalpursuit

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Kril is a certified little guy. A small hermit crab against the world forced to embark in an adventure he absolutely did Not want to be part of after he got his shell stolen. Armed with a fork, some incredible hermit crab magic and This Can He Just Found as a makeshift shell, he just wants to have a good time.

in other words:

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this is a sideblog! I’ll follow back as infernalpursuit.

this blog is strictly 18+ only, and any minor mun who try to follow will be blocked

any icons not cropped from official content is my art!

this blog is for the most part spoiler free, unless openly requested to play post-game verses

i don’t roleplay with anons, personals, IRL/IC blogs and OCs without an “about” page! You guys are free to send asks, but I won’t play with any of you.

i block people who knowingly use A.I. art or have muses/AUs involving J.K. Rowling’s works on sight

while open for crossovers, I won’t play with muses from Vivziepop works and Five Nights at Freddy’s

I’m multiship, and ship mostly based on chemistry; check each muse’s about page to know if they’re available for shipping or not - this said, shipping isn't my top priority with Kril, at least for the time being

chances are the blog will get NSFW and potentially triggering, especially when it comes to themes of animal/character death, violence and mental health; any trigger will be tagged as “[trigger] tw”, smut and suggestive material will be tagged as “nsft” and put under read more if particularly explicit • this said, I won't play actual smut with any him. innuendos, jokes and comments might happen, but i’ll avoid sexual interactions

I ask mutuals to please tag suicide/suicidial attempts, realistic/IRL spiders and mentions of starvation and food neglect

I love battle threads, and I’m willing to use dices and Discord bots to play them if you’d rather use them rather than vibes/plotting

feel free to turn any ask, dash commentary or IC post of mine into a thread!

DO NOT reblog threads, asks, headcanons or IC posts you’re not directly involved, unless we agreed for you to be part of it. i will hardblock you right away

I heavily encourage reblog karma, and I ask everyone to reblog anything from source. Ignoring this rule will likely lead to blocking

he can be confrontational or straight up antagonists, and is canonically a good fighter with a lot of internalized problems. I won’t hold him back in character unless he does or says anything that makes you, the mun, uncomfortable.

mun goes by gio, she/her, 30+; I'm Italian and English isn't my first language, so please be patient and feel free to politely point out any grammatical mistake!

[lostshcll]

[ okay no yea my muses for my little guys is below zero so uhhh. yea catch me on my other blogs esp on miratenebrarum and herswxrd!! i might jump here from time to time but yeag for now the crab's muse is eeping ]

[tapuhauko]

"Complicated, huh?"

Hau nods, deciding to finally crouch down and get a bit closer to his potential new pal.

"I don't intend to fight! I mean, I do enjoy sparring, but that's different than full on fighting, right?"

Better not mention Satoshi here. Not sure if that'd scare this lil guy away... Especially if they mentioned they were both kinda wild about their spars.

"Sooo. What are you up to? Any hobbies?"

[lostshcll]

...He enjoys it??? That deserved a little frown. Yeah, winning a fight against something huge and powerful was fun, but that didn't mean that the battle itself was enjoyable! That was weird.

"Uhm... I'm not-

I'm not sure?"

Hobbies? Who has time for hobbies!! He's a little guy who's trying to survive, here!

"I, uhm... like my shell? I take care of it- When it's not. A can or somethin- my actual shell, uh."

...

"...u-uhm? How about you!"

he's trying so hard.

[macrolagowashere]

"Worse," he agreed. "If you can imagine lots of sharp metal objects, used to operate on humans' real teeth. On the subject, let's just say I had a pretty bad fall... and landed on said sharp objects."

He was trying to be at least somewhat vague, lest he recall the whole ordeal and in more gory detail than he cared to.

He nonchalantly turned, angling himself to more clearly show his scarred face and his shredded fin to the other, intending to punctuate his point.

"Need I say more?"

[lostshcll]

He could swear he felt a shiver go up his back. Oh, he could imagine that alright. A little too vividly too, no less.

"I-- yea, that's.

That's much worse, yes."

Congratulations on making things awkward, Kril! Shuffling his weight from one leg to another, the little crab could clearly feel a pit on his stomach. Guilty? Or maybe, it was a hint of discomfort as the fish made sure he could take a much better look at his fin?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up."

That was straight up rude.

[candymcker]

" Oh, oh— " As soon as the crab's speech sped up, he rose his hands slightly, slowly motioning them up and down in what should've been a calming manner. " —i-it's okay, it's okay, no need to... overwork yourself. " Yes, veeery ironic coming from him; he knew that. " You didn't choose to come here— makes... sense. "

Not even crabs are immune to feeling anxious. One can relate to the oddest of things.

" Where's... 'here'? " Of course a small animal would feel distress in the wrong environment— " 'Here', okay— um... " —if he had to make a delivery at the next town over, he'd feel the same! Well, maybe not the next town over, that's too close— the next state over! (Oh my Gosh, how do I frame this?) And if he were to be kidnapped? Crabnapped? Overthinking, overthinking; he's always overthinking.

" ...Okay, how about we take this very slow? " If Rosette couldn't understand him whenever he goes on a tangent about— . Wait, an idea! " I... I-I think I know how you ended up so far away from the ocean; I'd just— . " Rather than putting it into words, and after some deliberation on his part, because he wasn't too sure either, Pizzelle set a hand on the grass. Palm upwards. " I'm sorry, you're... too small to— " (Just... put it in plain words.) " —hungry animals roam these woods, I-I'm sure you'd rather be away? From those? ...Lemme take you back to my shop. "

If there's someone who might know who could've brought a sea creature this far up the road, that'd be his partner running the counter. Imagine if they stayed only for a bird of prey to suddenly swoop in and— . This crab's anxiety was rubbing off on him.

[lostshcll]

...no answer? No answer. Okay. Maybe this guy was lost too? It would be... rather odd and surprising, sure, but coincidences like this happen, every now and then.

Maybe it's some weird place that makes people lost. Or something. Wouldn't be the weirdest place he visited. A huge place full of giant kelp filled with predators and a single gentle giant who hopefully wasn't going to try and trick him into ending up on a plate with kindness. Especially since this one was much larger than the last giant crab he had to deal with. No way he could outrun or fight him.

"..."

So... might as well give the trusting others option a chance, daring to step on the other's open palm after a good handful of seconds of hesitations spent looking around the place, jumping ever so slightly at unknown sounds.

"O... okay."

Let's hope we won't end up regretting this!

[candymcker]

" 'T-too small'— ? Huh? " Confused, he rose his head, momentarily stepping out of the conversation. " ...What? " Pause. Paaaause. Mentally speaking, he had to take a step back and remember a key detail in this situation— (I'm... I'm talking to a crab.) —something must have gotten lost in translation, because they were talking about a tin can, right?

(...Wait a minute.) Now, he was no expert, he made candy for a living, for God's sake, but with the small crustacean this close, Pizzelle looked at it up and down and started to notice... things. (Crabs aren't long... looking.) Indeed, those would be lobsters. (They don't have tails either.) In other words, the abdomen. It might've been hidden under the can then; but this one, definitely, had one.

(...Oh, a hermit crab.) A common misconception. The pincers, the red body, the long eye stems, all traits found in crabs, yes; but hermits crabs aren't actually crabs. They're lobsters. (I think... I get it now.) Which explained a lot.

" Oh, uh, actually— " Gently, he tapped can's bottom lid's edge. " —we don't wear these. " Should he be wording his answer like he's talking to a six-year-old? Whatever. " We use them to keep food fresh for a long amount of time before we send them away to be turned into something else. " Cue a beat. " Like... you are doing right now? Using it like a house? "

Now that he had said it out loud— " Hold on, that's— that's not good. " —this little guy must have confused the can for a shell. " Heeeey, wouldn't you... rather not be here, right now? " Letting an animal rely scrap to survive didn't sit well with him in general. " I'm sure there are way better options at the beach down the road. " Yet again, hermit crabs should NOT be in the woods, much less near any roads, to begin with. " How... did you make it all the way here, actually? "

[lostshcll]

Ah, right, right. He still tends to forget most other animals don't realy... need a shell to begin with, now that he thinks about it.

Or that weird thing on top of his head happened to be one. Or a piece of one. Who knows. It sure looked weird.

"Food, huh? ...guess that explains the smell.

It's very good!"

Little did he know, the smell was soap. There's still a vague scent of the original ingredients that were held in it, but mostly soap. Not like it mattered, anyway. As soon as the other mentioned a beach, Kril's little antennaes moved up, eyes widening.

"YES! Y-Yes, I don't-- I don't know how I got here, I just- Everything was... so dark all of a sudden, and then I was thrown around, and-and-AND--!"

And breathe, kid! Breathe. Getting so tense will just make things worse. In... and out.

"Where... even is 'here', anyway?"

[crownhcart]

@lostshcll "Y- You want me to go down there, kill those crabs and risk death, just so you can get that. Thing????" The thing in case being a particularly huge can, in admittedly pretty colors - gold and pink, dark and shiny despite the dents. Surely something that could get them a good amount of microplastics, sure, but that would also double his bodycount and risk him an unnecessary death! "No! No no no, I'm sure that they- they got it fair and square, no? It would be like stealing, and that's a huge no no!" a very panicked beat "I'm literally in this situation because someone stole from me!!!"

« You got microplastics in your ears? Yes, that's what I said! » That guy is difficult to deal with today, huh? He thought he had been extremely clear with his instructions, and especially in pointing the treasure he'd have to get back so that he they could become so rich to buy the entire uppertown! What's so hard to understand?

It takes Kril's following stutter to make him understand something about his motives - which, to be perfectly honest, he finds just a poor excuse to make him lose time. And he won't try to hide that thought in any way: he sighs, rolling his eyes, and crosses his claws in front of the chest with an extremely judging glance at the fellow hermit crab.

« Welcome to the real world, princess. » he tells him with a particularly annoyed tone. « It's steal or die out here. And they- », he points at the possibly-near-future-bodycount-rising, « have stolen that shell! Just to keep it there!! There are people out there who need a shell like that, and they are not using it, they just stare at it for no reason at all! Believe me, buddy: you take it from them, and you're doing the entire reef a favor. »

[lostshcll]

What the shucks is he talking about?! Steal or die?! As far as he knew, the only ones stealing were that annoying shark and Firth himself, right now!! He isn't even a princess!!!!

"H-How do you even know they stole it?!?", the smaller crab squeals, half hidden to not be noticed by his probable future victims ( AHHHH!!!!!! ) "A-And if someone wants it back, how would that make you rich????

The reef doesn't care! It's a reef!!! It doesn't care if someone steals a shell or not!!!!!!!!"

...okay, no. Focus. There's a better question out of all of this. Let's try to take a deep breath, put the fourth panic attack of the day on the back of our mind, and let's try to be civil.

"And why do I have the one fighting?? You want that, a-and maybe... Maybe if we ask nicely-

You keep saying you're charismatic!! Charisma them???"

[shcrdcdlifc]

The boy curiously looks at the crab as he tries to remember if he seen a beach or not back in his era of Feudal Japan, he does remember seeing sand and water but here, the water looked a lot bigger and wider.

He ponders before speaking, still curious yet timid.

“I remember seeing sand and water, lakes and rivers but the water here, it’s much wider than what I have seen where I come from. Sorry, I suffer from limited memory due to situations…I wish I knew more.”

He explained before his face changes to a somber one, an expression with eyes that held a tragic story behind them as his head lowers to look down at the sandy ground.

[lostshcll]

"Oh."

Well. That's just straight up sad. Krill felt himself getting a little tense, shfting from his little paws from left to right as he looked for the right words to say. Something better than 'that's rough buddy', for starters.

"Uhm. Well.

In that case, uh... you could just enjoy the beach a bit, then? Get some memories about his place?"

Hopefully this is good enough!

"The ocean is dangerous, but this place isn't so bad. As long as you don't get attacked by seagulls, anyway."

[candymcker]

Well, he's going to have to clean that up. Again. Not like that was a concern of his at the time— (How... could a crab travel all the way here?) —considering the peculiar scene right in front of him. This was one of those times Pizzelle was simply, even understandably, confused— (Hold on, is that a— ? Did we accidentally throw a fork away?) —and not deeply unsettled by such a strange occurrence.

Actually— " Oh no, it's— it's fine. M-maybe I should buy a bin after all. " —he's taking this situation a bit too... well, perhaps. Otherwise, it would've dawned on him sooner— " ...Wait, you can—? " —that he had just casually replied to a sapient crab as if this was normal. It wasn't, but it looks like both were far too polite to point that out. He quickly shook his head, answering to his own question instead. " O-of course you can— I don't know why... Sorry. "

Okay. Maybe, just maaaybe, he needed to assess the situation a bit more thoroughly.

Finally emerging from behind the door, the still-puzzled candy maker crouched down, quickly picking on the small crustacean's struggle. " You mind if I... ? " He slid a gloved hand into the now-torn bag and, with the help of his fingers, gently finished pushing the can out. " There isn't any food in here, if that's what you... wanted. " It was just an empty can of condensed milk. At least it was wiped clean.

[lostshcll]

Oh cod it's approaching. It's an awkward conversation so far, but as long as the two of them kept distance Kril still felt somewhat comfortable ( as comfortable as he could've been, anyway ), but as soon as the giant moved closer the little crab instinctively let out a tiny yelp, taking a step-- no, a jump back, his grip on the fork tightening ever so slightly. Hey, he's nice and all, but it's better be safe than sorry! What if he's picked up and dropped in that bag? What if he's thrown far away?? Something so big would have no problem squishing him with a single hand! Oh cod oh cod oh co--

"-oh!"

…he should really work on his trust issues, actually. This is fine. This is… actually fine, not in a sarcastic way, for once.

"Thank you!"

His demeanor flips immediately, then, as he jumps in and pics up his latest treasure, fixing the can with a surprisingly pleasant smell on his back.

"Oh- no, no, thank you. I'm not hungry.

I just needed a new shell, and this one looked like ny size, so… if you're not using it-"

A blink, followed ny a squint.

"..maybe this one's a little too small for you. No wonder it was outside."

[granitalimone]

[rage-reloaded]

◌∘♕∘◌  ❝ We might not carry it with us for the most part, but we do have a shell. ❞

Hornet raised her claw, showing off the shiny black chitin that made up her shell. Though perfectly intact for the most part there were yet light scuffs and tiny scars dotted here and there—reminders of many a battle that Silk binding didn’t fully heal.

◌∘♕∘◌  ❝ Shell alone cannot protect a bug for long however, being clear of mind and strong of claw is crucial for survival. It’s unfortunate, but safe havens are few and far between. ❞ The spider glanced at his weapon, a curious look drawn upon her pale face, ❝ Though I needn’t tell you that, you’ve clearly seen your share of battle. What is that odd slab of metal you carry? It is nothing like my needle, or any nail or pin I’ve seen. ❞

[lostshcll]

"Wait... you do?"

Maybe it's just like regular crabs? Of course he wouldn't try to tap at her face or hand to see if she had a carapace, but now that she mentioned it he couldn't but be a little bit curious about it!

"I... see what you mean.

My shells tend to break pretty fast, too. I kind of have to hit first and hard to avoid having to change them or, uhm. ...you know."

Killing isn't fun. Fighting isn't fun, either. But, at least according to everyone, and arguably obviously considering he's still alive, at least he's good at it, all thanks to his trusty-- ...uhm. His...?

"I'mmmm not sure?", he admits, giving a little, embarassed chuckle "I needed a weapon, this was pointy, so... I figured it could do, even if it's not as... well. As nice as yours."

[lostshcll]

@candymcker

The sound of plastic garbage bags being rummaged through was was prompted the parlor's back door to crack open, the candy maker poking his head out. Being set in the woods and all, he expected it to be a raccoon, a possum, or maybe even a stray cat trying to find food; but— " Huh? " —nope. That looked nothing like a mammal, much less something from those woods: a small crab. Okaaay— " Th-the beach's a mile away from here, what— ? " —he might as well have seen it all now.

How did he get here? Hah! Nice question! From what he knows, he fell asleep, felt something grabbing him and lifting him, and suddenly everything went dark! Dark and scary, for so so so long! Of course, a little crab like him had no clue of what a fishnet or a barrel was -- all he knew that he used to be in the ocean when he fell asleep, and he, just. Wasn't? When he woke up.

So, Kril started wandering around, figuring he might as well try to find something he could use as a shell when he saw, finally, something familiar, held inside some... weird. Yellow plastic bag. A can! A tin can! At least he could have a shell while he was lurking in that suspiciously green place. Ripping the bag open with his fork, the crab shoved himself inside, grunting under his breath as he tried to pull out a particularly pretty, empty can-

--just to freeze on the spot as someone appeared. Someone huuuge. Oh boy, here we go again!

"...erm. S-Sorry!

I didn't, uhm. Know this was yours?

Okay, okay okay. Let's not panic. Let's just... be polite.

[rubystims]

Sandy Bioluminescence!

Source

[four-4-dream-land]

"Oh wait! I've heard of these before! I think they're called...hag stones?"

"Poyo?"

"Yeah, you're supposed to look through them, and supposedly you can see stuff that normally isn't visible!"

"Ooooo?"

Eager to test this theory, Kirby held the stone up near his eye and began slowly turning around while peering through the hole. Nothing seemed to pop up right away...until he saw another figure approaching them.

It was...a giant robed bird?

"Hey, you two! What are ya kiddos doin' over there?"

"Oh hey, Your Highness! We were just looking for stuff to maybe take with us!"

A royal giant robed bird??

"Ain't that a little silly? It's not like we don't have beaches at ho-"

The portly king's gaze fell upon the anxious crustacean. Although it wasn't immediately clear what he was thinking, he still had the beak of a predator...

[lostshcll]

…he gave a quick frown. Isn't that… too much? It's just a rock, and not even one infused with Umami, from the look of it. Buuut, well. As long as it kept them focused on it rather than shells, it was going to be okay--

"…b--"

…orrr maybe not. Because someone else was approaching. Someone big. Someone huge. Someone with a cod damn beak!!!

"-BIRD!"

Someone who immediately manages to make Kril hide under his shell! He's not risking anything when it comes to birds!! Even those who don't look like seagulls!!

[lostshcll]

[ I cannot stress enough how rude and unlikable and selfish he is actually.

Like. He does the right thing at the end!! he mostly does and mostly still acts polite despite his social skills!!!!!!! but he can be SO rude ]

[heylsgowt]

[royalreef]

"[A duchess required it for taxation?]" This piques her interest. Her tone changes, a sudden and uneasy thing, especially as Kril is small enough to be aware of the mercurial nature of predators and what they do. It turns smooth, sharp, edged with an undercurrent beneath her words that waits like a razor blade hidden inside confectionery.

It's excited, she's excited, in some dark and distant way that wavers there in the water with her. Not excited as in the emotion, but excited in some dense and packaged feeling, something with potential, something holding on before it bursts into kinetic energy. Something that tickles at Miranda's brain in such a way that she can look forward to, something that makes her claws ache, clutch close to her chest, something that she can feel in her jaws, feel gathered all along their great bundled muscles.

Her voice is still beautiful, singing through the ocean with a perfect clarity, mixing well into the waves the same as an opera house. Which makes the deadly ease behind it all the more concerning, all the more alarming, arriving on an upswell without even explaining why it's there. Just some dark intent, circling just out of sight.

( There shouldn't be a duchess here, she knows. She's intimately familiar with the means of taxation for this area, because her sheer presence affects it, that she's been drawn into these discussions before. If someone is out there claiming rights to taxation, without the knowledge of her peers, without being properly appointed to do such... That is interesting. That could get her going, add some interest back into her life, ensure no one gets too hasty while under her direct thumb. It's important, for the Merkingdom to possess assured control, particularly in areas where a personal representative of such is living. Oh yes, she could do aplenty with that information. )

Miranda flicks her fins, feels the dappled sunlight caress underneath her chin.

That's all for later, though. For now, she has the ocean and the shallows and company to entertain, and she can think about that in the presence of more private company. For now, there is sand on the seafloor and the sun peeking shy glimpses through the surface, and the waves are cradling her and rocking her to and fro, and her body is alive, more than she's ever been while inland.

"[Ah... I should not worry about that now, though!]" Her tone is back to what it was, bright and warm and cheery, relaxing back down and into herself. For now, she returns back to the subject at hand. "[Is that what you are wearing on yourself? That is simply terrible! I see why you should want your shell back so badly.]"

It's nice, to have a home. To have someplace where you feel like you belong, where you slot back into yourself, that's just the right size. She can relate, even if she's never had to worry so dearly about personal safety.

"[Let me see... I could have a mockup designed for yourself? Another shell, grown to size, just to make it easier to find your old shell! And then you would not have to worry about...]" She made a small flick of her hand, a gesture of curiosity. "[Whatever that is. Maybe you could let me look at it, for a moment? I shall give it right back. I do have to ask about what size would be best for yourself, to ensure it does not fit too snugly or too loose, but I can promise that I can provide a true shell, not an imitation.]"

[lostshcll]

"Well... that's what I thought.

I'm not super sure of what taxes are yet... and I never heard of a duchess before he took my shell..."

For what he knew, Magista was just a crab who raised to power, like. Two, three days before he got the chance to meet her. Or maybe she's been there all along, and he simply ignored that? Considering how fixated she was on riches and pretty things, he highly doubted that, for some reason.

Not like it mattered anymore, anyway.

"But yeah, uhm. These are all shells from above the sea, I think?" he mutters, scratching lightly as his lower back "They're not exactly comfortable, but for now I guess they do their job...? Even if they're very scratchy, and kind of too bright considering all the predators, and they're ugly, and-and they break super easily, and-

--ah. Sorry. I'm rambling."

More like complaining. He'd argue he had all the reasons and rights to moan and groan about this and that, especially the throaway shells he was forced to use to avoid becoming someone's dinner... but since she's one of the few fishes who lent a ear, last thing he wanted was to bother her too much with his whinings... especially since she was polite enough to offer a much bigger help than many others!

"Ah, uhm! If that wouldn't be a problem!", Kril squeaks, pushing away his makeshift shield and offering it to her "This is... a little too small for me. My home is much bigger, but it would be hard to move around with it, I think, so, uh... ...something slightly bigger, maybe?"