Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@tentacletrench
░ CORPSES : EATEN ░ SOIL : FERTILE ░ WORMS : OUT ░ ░ I AM FIRMLY ESCORTED FROM THE FUNCTION ░
┋ ┋┋ indie ┋ fandomless ┋ tentacle monster oc┋┋ ┋
semi-selective ┋ fandom friendly ┋ oc friendly ┋ 18+ muns only pls ty ┋pls read rules before following/interacting ty!!!
░ About ░ Rules ░
〰〰 composted by garlic 🪱 follows from 5mind 〰〰
"no trespassing" "restricted area" "private property" bro im literally curious by nature
Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes
Nero is in a jail cell with Trench nearby. Playing the harmonica. Using a spoon he stole from the cafeteria to dig a hole in the wall, hidden behind a poster of a band he doesn't even enjoy...
Trench hears the harmonica. Hears the scrape of the spoon against concrete. Now isn't this just dreary?
"Oh c'mon, it's not that bad stuck in a cell with me , is it?" Trench does want to get out of here too. But expending efforts on digging through this material would be wasted effort, in their opinion.
"Besides, can't we just get some keys or something when one of the guards come check up on us?" the worm asked.
"...they will check up on us, won't they?"
Quick Escape
"Don't say a word."
"I'm getting you out of here."
"We have to escape."
"I want to get away."
"We have to run!"
"Trust me."
"You have to stay low and quiet."
"There's a way out."
"Through here!"
"Duck and cover!"
"Do you trust me?"
"I'm going to help you."
"You're getting free."
"We're never coming back here again."
"Close your eyes, and jump!"
"We have to jump!"
"We can make it!"
"I believe in you."
"You're an idiot."
"We're here forever."
"You can't get out of here."
"You're a fool for hoping."
"Why do you keep saying t here's a way out?"
"I can't live like this any more."
"There is... a way out. But you might not like it."
"I have to dislocate my wrist."
"Okay, this is going to make a nasty noise."
"Don't - don't look at this."
"I've been here so long, I've forgotten what it's like to be... elsewhere."
"We never deserved this, you know."
⛈️
𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶 — send ⛈️ for our muses to be stuck in a rainstorm together.
Something about the rain really does draw the worms out of the earth. And not just the little ones either. Because right under the overhanging roof where Lilli was taking shelterunder was a whole lump of worms in a trench coat.
While Trench did enjoy a heavy soak , the heavy pelting of a rainstorm was still unpleasantly harsh on their skin. Not to mention the thunder and the wind. Even they would rather avoid that. The rainstorm has caught them while they were on paved ground too so they couldn't simply retreat underground.
"Did they predict this? Those weather forecasts and whatnot." They propped their 'face' in their tentacles all sulky-like.
𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶 — send ⛈️ for our muses to be stuck in a rainstorm together.
💞 + Do we really want to know where the worms end up?
In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
"Lotsa places, my undisclosed friend, lotsa places."
"If it's anything, I do wash up as much as I can if I need to...well, the parts that're going in anyways." And just those parts.
In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
trench vc :
'I mean, people are pretty forgiving for weird things happening. Like, oh, my door just slammed shut, so my house must be haunted or something instead of there being a plausible explanation.' It was laughable, though she held back. 'If I bumped into someone on the street they'd probably think, like, it was someone else or they'd just imagined it or whatever.' She remained optimistic. If the creature couldn't see, then maybe it was just some narrow-mindedness on their part; what's the big deal if others can see you? I don't get it, or whatever else they might be thinking. 'So, like, all your ideas have been great or whatever, but are you able to help me beyond ideas or not?'
Oh boy. Here it is. Truth be told, they'd been stalling. It was never easy breaking it to someone that they could not provide them with what they'd been summoned for.
The creature inhaled sharply through their teeth.
"I will admit, I primarily deal with permanent obscurity - items, people, reputation... my apologies." To their credit, they did sound genuinely regretful. "Do you still want to take the tunnels?"
(( sorry been slower on this blog than on my main
it is what it is.
"They're a 10 but... they track dirt everywhere."
Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!
"Jealous you are not one with the essence of life, strange?"
Of course, that is what they consider dirt and soil to be. Everything that matters to them grows from it, and to it everything returns.
" Zhey are a ten but... zhey are slimy... "
Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!
"And that bumps me up to a twelve at least, no?" Their usual smug ol grin grows even wider and even smugger.
Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!
"Trench. Where did you bite into? Was it an arm or a leg?"
The rest of Nero's away team were scrambling to check the device to make sure it wasn't a bomb or something. Once they felt sure enough in that regard, they started packing it up with some equipment they had on-hand until they could study it more thoroughly.
"This might actually be the lead we've been needing. Good work?"
Nero offered Trench a water canteen in consolation.
Trench coughed and sputtered again before answering.
"Head."
Sure enough there was a massive chunk bitten out of the corpse's skull. Look, they hadn't had an intact brain to slurp on in some time so it was only natural they'd gotten a bit too overzealous about it.
"Hrrmm..?" Trench accepted the canteen. They take long but slow sips. "Thanks."
"What did I just cough out ?"
“Hi. How are you feeling?” Diamond was growing more certain that this was a person the closer their mind swam towards consciousness. He still wasn’t certain whether they’d been asleep or unconscious, but the dried mud that he’d felt caked along the small portion of their figure he’d had the bravery to touch and their sluggish reaction to his presence made him worry for the latter. He kept his tone amicable and quiet, his senses searching for any signs of comprehension.
“I have water, if you want any.”
(Adapted from the unconscious/unsteady meme!)
How long had they been unconscious? Long enough for the mud on their body and their trenchcoat to dry somewhat at least. Last thing they remembered was trying to scramble back up onto land after falling into a fast moving river.
"Hrrnnghh..?" Tendrils shifted groggily beneath mud-caked garment. However, there was no effort made by the vaguely humanoid figure to pick itself off the ground. They groaned. How did it seem like they felt?
"Ugh..no...I've had enough of water for the time being." There's a pause. "Uh...maybe just pour it all over me. That would be nice."
