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Mongaro: my first officially fleshed-out itsv/atsv self-insert!
Ahh!!! I had way too much fun with this omg, I'm so happy with how it turned out!! 🥳
Full info dump & bonus image below cut~ it's quite long!🖤
content warning: long, tentacles, m(on)preg mention, Miguel slander(?) little shit alert *w*
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Mongaro, mentally in early 20s, bodily ancient as hell, maverique (go by they/it pronouns). 6 foot 2, unemployed and proud.
• Intro: Some multiversal humano-shapesculpting creature with a penchant for fucking the elite over. Not as mean and scary as their rbf makes them look (or as docile).
• Background: Previously thought to be an "anomaly" due to its innate ability to hop dimensions (think Doctor Strange) and locked up in earth-928. Now runs around messing with the canon just to rub it in Miguel's face cause they were tossed in the go home machine and absolutely hated it.
• Personality: chaotic in nature, full of spite, restless, observant, shameless, sensitive, curious. Also a bit of a pervert (not just a bit actually). Gets bitey, clingier, and handsier when it comes to people it likes. Great listener, unreliable advisor that will get you hospitalized and/or in jail. Good wingmate though. Vengeful just for the love of the game but serious when it matters.
• Loves: shiny shit, petty theft, lazing around, commonfolk (patronizingly), food (mostly live rodents and chicken eggs that they eat w/ their tentacles)
• Hates: hierarchies, the elite (feels weirdly maternal towards commonfolk; has always hated and worked against the elite since)
• Other: tentacles remain hidden for the most part; has sheaths on their hips, shoulder blades, and back.
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Relations:
- Hobie Brown (earth-138): madly in love, platonically, romantically, intimately, sexually... you name it. Clicked instantly & bonded in earth-928 when Mongaro was in anomaly jail. Now follows him around like doggo ever since. Loves nagging and roughhousing with him because Hobie's always matching their energy.
- Pavitr, Gwen (spider-gwen), Miles Morales (earth-1610): mama hen to all of them, even if it always ragebaits them by pretending to play favorites. Brings them gifts like a crow when it finds something it thinks suits their interests, takes the whole group on trips to mess around and disrupt spider canon on purpose... that sort of stuff.
- Miguel O'hara: holds grudge against him, not only because of the incident, but also for the damage (physical & emotional) he did in his misguided efforts to "save the multiverse". They don't interact much together though because they are both wary of each other.
- Miles G Morales: got curious and stopped by to say hi, wasn't received very well. Mongaro thinks it might've spooked him.
Species:
Shapesculptors = ancient ageless multiversal creatures that can mold (or sculpt) their vessel into any shape or form they desire.
Humano-shapesculptors (Mongaro's case) = Exclusively the offsprings of a human and a shapesculptor couples: shapesculptors who must retain a humanoid base but are still able to mold said base to a certain degree depending on genetics.
Ability:
Mongaro's way of interdimensional travel consists of imagining a desired location (+ time period, date, any relevant info to get as specific as possible) on the other side of an entryway (door, window, vent shaft, trapdoor, even a manhole cover). This doesn't guarantee perfect results though cause there needs to be an identical entryway on the other side too, kind of like monsters inc does with closets.
Like a one way mirror, you can only go in through the front; the back will just appear as a closed door (or window or air vent or blablabla you get it)
By default this means they are also able to bypass any locked door no matter how secure—which is op as hell, but also funny, so why not? It's my self insert, I'm gonna have fun with it. XD
Their tentacles are very long, stretchy and sturdy, and can extend up to twice their height.
Their entire body is regenerative, but that ability consumes energy very rapidly if overused without food nearby.
The tentacles connected to their hips can split open at the tips like mouths to eat live prey and eggs. It's how they eat most things actually.
Can alter their height, mostly shrink to squeeze into small spaces.
Home:
Mongaro comes from an alternate reality in rural Madagascar where shapesculptors are most dense in population and participate in community life with humans. It lost count of the centuries it spent there to perfect its dimensional travel technique, and hasn't returned in a while since accidentally stumbling upon the spider-verse web.
Surprisingly unhoused and couch surfing for the most part, always looking to volunteer somewhere or stay busy. They've got too much energy for their own good.
Mongaro Trivia:
Bigenital (not to be confused with intersex). Fully functional and everything. AND Monpreg is possible (only if they consciously enable it though).
When it visited Miles G, it accidentally came in through their home's restroom and near scared him into shitting himself. Literally. Not its best first impression.
Is knowledgable as fuck but would consciously give a bitch the wrong info to sabotage them over the slightest hint of condescension, disrespect or ingratitude. Genuinely vengeful like that.😭
Doesn't re-mold their appearance much apart from height because it is way too tedious to get back to their desired body image otherwise.
Comically 3 inches shorter than Hobie.
Was honored with the title "Canon Killer."
Andddd yeah! That's that, I'm really happy with this. 🤭
If you're here, thank you, hello!! As a reward for making it all the way down, have a drawing of what Mongaro looks like from the back with tentacles sheathed and unsheathed! Please ask away if you have any questions.
Content Warning: nudity, ass, slits on back that look like pussies XDD (Click here)
Sometimes Hobie begs me "no more," but when I actually prompt his safeword he just doubles down, so my tentacles keep pumping his dick and cinching around his biceps, and ribs, and thighs, trapping him against my chest while I chew on his neck and feel him struggle to breathe. And then he'll throw his head back and sob but his voice is so gone that all that comes out is basically just air. At some random point he'll freeze up and whimper really pathetically while shuddering against me but then I look over and see nothing's coming out cause everything he had is already all over his inner thighs. Some of it is on my tentacles but it's hard to tell cause shit's already slick all the time...
