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[tomurasprincess]

Okay, so I mentioned I have been playing DoL again lately and I have got to get this off my chest or it’s gonna just fester and explode.

I am a Wren simp now. Like a massive fucking Wren simp, foaming at the mouth and gnawing on the bars of my cage obsessed.

I was running around as a pure virgin (at least vaginal, I had nothing else lmao) for once because I couldn’t decide who to give it to, and then I got The Scene. The blackjack scene. I didn’t even have to try to lose, I just did naturally when Wren started kicking my ass and rolling natural blackjack after natural blackjack

So when he makes your MC cum, and then INSTANTLY starts fucking you through your orgasm, making you cum AGAIN and commenting casually about you betting your virginity…yep I was gone. Done. Knew that instant I wasn’t save scumming and that this was my canon now.

Even just the notification you get when you’re sitting on his lap and he’s about to make you cum…”you wouldn’t be able to to climb off Wren in time, if he even let you.” Gahhhh down so bad right now.

Fucking hell, Wren. Why are you not a love interest already???

[tomurasprincess]

Heyyy I miss seeing u on here!! Have u been reading anything good for the fandoms you’re into now! How are you?💛🌼

Ahh, thanks! This is very sweet. I will admit that I don’t really read much for fandoms a whole lot lately, although I’ve been wanting to get back into it. Been doing okay though, still lurking around tumblr even if I never post much😅

[tomurasprincess]

ive been having mothman shigaraki brainrot for the longest time. i reread the asylum and the brood DAILY. would you ever consider making a part 3 where shig and the reader raise their kids but shig is like it’s not enough and wants to give her more kids?

Oh wow, thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed those two so much. Not gonna lie, Mothman Shigaraki remains one of my favorite things I’ve done. Honestly though, I don’t really have any plans for a part 3. If an idea ever strikes me that isn’t a retread of the first two parts, then maybe…but for right now that’ll stay a two parter.

[tomurasprincess]

hey just letting you know, i think your tumblr website is broken (https). You can't access anything and the custom layout is pretty much gone as well. No idea what's going on or if it's just me lol

Looks like my theme somehow broke and I’m not quite savvy enough to fix it. Was able to find another decent looking theme to slap on there so that it’s at least readable. Thanks so much for letting me know!

[cherrycolabomb-deactivated20240]

Vet Bills

So the other day my old cat had to go to the vets as he has a mouth condition. Unfortunately the poor guy needs all his teeth removed and on top of that, he has a growth in his mouth that could be something far worse. Obviously we've been hit by hefty vet bills and need to raise about £340 for starters to cover his dental work.

I'm offering commissions with a 10% discount, please don't feel obligated to buy art from me if you're struggling, I understand times are difficult for many of us right now. If you want to help me out then reblogging this and spreading the word is more than enough <3

My patreon is also up and running again and I'm happy to take suggestions of which characters come next.

My commission info is all here

Thank you for reading!

[gunshock]

twins of mockery (pt. 1)

character(s): pro hero! shoto todoroki, natsuo todoroki, touya todoroki

plot: being a todoroki has never been an easy journey, and being the quirkless twin sister of shoto even less so. but your love for your family makes all the hardships worth it–except for the fact that your brothers have their own ideas on how your love should be defined.

series cw: incest / twincest / yandere / noncon

chapter cw: dubcon / mentions of abuse / fem reader, pov switching (reader/natsuo), masturbation, voyeurism, dry humping, somnophilia, panty stealing/sniffing, jealous behavior, mention of breeding, endeavor-specific misogyny.

wc: 5.3k

(also tagging @tomurasprincess for supporting me and my endeavors ❤)

Natsuo always tried so hard to make you happy, but it always ended up rendering him miserable in the end. He always made some mistake, he would fuck up somewhere along the way, and that familiar feeling of uselessness would creep in on him like a hot shower slowly growing colder. 

But luckily for you, the shame of being born a failure was never something you had to suffer through, at least not alone, and not until his father demanded another child from his poor mother. He was so young when they told him about you and your brother, and your ultrasound picture hung on the fridge for the longest time, yours and Shoto’s hands intertwined like you were supporting each other even before you were born. He loathed to think of what you might have suffered had Shoto not been so perfect to his father’s expectations, and instead he was so satisfied that he’d finally got a success that you never had to worry. Shoto carried that burden for you, but even as the young man sat across from him at the table today, freshly twenty-one, it was hard to believe those days were so long ago. 

“Lost in thought?" 

He balked at Shoto’s comment, but really, there was little to worry about. He knew nothing of Natsuo’s secret, but he could tell when his siblings, and especially you, were pondering some great thought–he said it was a twin thing, but with that deadpan expression of his Natsuo could never really tell. 

It had started small, after all. Just a few months ago he had started to feel differently about you, but not as if he had lost some of his affection for his younger sister. One might think that after you spent a couple years overseas to intern under a hero up north, that perhaps your relationship wouldn’t be as strong after so much time away. But you left as a sweet, kind, naïve young lady and returned as a woman, mature and gentle and so much like your beloved mother. It had been then that these feelings that had been growing inside him became too real, once he had hugged you upon your arrival back home and immediately felt himself grow stiff. 

Your shoes slipped off easily, your purse even more so when you’d been carrying it all day throughout the office. It was a small one, an independent hero agency, one whose name people often balked at when you told them where exactly you worked. 

He was in love with you, deeper than what a brother should ever feel for their sister. But he still was, and always would be….at least, that’s what it felt like to him.

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[tomurasprincess]

AHHHHH H THIS WAS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT. I desperately needed this in my life. The hints that Shouto is yandere as well and being kinda manipulative to get her into bed - yessss gimme. Loved getting to head Natsuo's twisted thoughts about his sweet sister, and reader choosing to masturbate with his toothbrush - so fucking delicious. I cannot wait to read the next part

[tomurasprincess]

Mari, what is your blog doing to me??? 🤣🤣 pls i just dreamt about sucking Shiggy's dickkkk it's hung my mouth actually ached in my sleep 🤣🤣🤣🤣 *SCREAMS IN HORNY*

You are living my dreams and I am so envious of you 😂 I very rarely remember my dreams and I’ve only ever had one Shigaraki one that had no smut whatsoever. Was still pretty good though.

[tomurasprincess]

good timezone mari! i hope u have a good day/night!

Good time zone to you too! I just made it to work so hopefully today is quick and I can go home and play more video games 😂. Hope you have a good day/night as well 💞

[fuwushiguro]

A Party That Was Too Much Fun

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: been a MINUTE since I wrote Toji mmmmm… anyway this is for @httptamaki​‘s anniversary birthday collab!! So honoured that u let me join bb thank u so much I hope u like the fic!! Be sure to read everyone else’s work too 💖

Synopsis: Toji Fushiguro is a wonderful person and boss, or so you thought. After an argument with his son, you begin to see a side to him you didn’t know he had. 

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, possessiveness, cheating, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, sir kink, dacryphilia??, cream pie, squirting, breeding kink, fingering, spit, mutual masturbation, choking, slapping/spanking, vaginal sex.

Words: 3.6k

Mr. Fushiguro was a marvellous man to be under the employ of. He didn’t rule with an iron fist, he never got angry or disrespected his staff. He was a gentleman through and through, suave, sophisticated and composed. It made your heart ache when you realised everyone else in the office had forgotten his birthday. It was unfortunate that his birthday fell on the same night as the biggest office party of the year, New Year’s Eve. While everyone was getting drunk, photocopying their behinds on the machines and kissing under the leftover Christmas mistletoe; Mr. Fushiguro was sitting silently in his office doing paperwork. You didn’t enter, but you could clearly picture him in your mind with a pen in one hand and a tumbler of whiskey in the other.

You were sitting on your desk outside of Mr. Fushiguro’s office. A few of the men who had some Dutch courage in their system had approached and propositioned you, but you turned them down instantly and they backed off. People in the office didn’t usually bother communicating with you on a day-to-day basis since you were just Mr. Fushiguro’s secretary. They saw you as nothing but a skirt and a pet to him, but it wasn’t like that. He respected you and was appreciative of everything you did for him. It was hard to not feel the blood fill and warm up your soft cheeks whenever he complimented you.

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[tomurasprincess]

Mean dom Toji is literally everything, this was so damned hot 🥵

[tomurasprincess]

Would you ever write for Toge from jjk? I think him using his cursed speech to forcefully control you would be super interesting

Sorry for anon I’m kind of shy, I love your blog though!

Yeah, I definitely intend to write for Toge! I already have a few ideas and requests for him that I just need to get to. His cursed speech just has so much yandere lewd potential to ignore 👀

[tomurasprincess]

I decided to randomly look through your full fic masterlist and count how many of them I have read. 27. I read 27 of them, 14 of them involving Shigaraki. I had a really fun time reading through them and going "Oh! I remember that one!" And geeking out about them (mostly towards Shigaraki fics, although I did have a similar reaction to seeing Tokoyami's fic on the list) And really enjoying looking back at them in general. (I would have done the dabbles too, but it's too hard to remember if I've read one for not)

It's random, but I thought I'd mention it. Hope you're doing well!

Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed! It’s sometimes crazy to look back at my full fic masterlist and realize just how much I’ve written. And when it comes the the drabbles…shit sometimes I don’t even remember what I’ve written 😂

Hell, I was just talking to a friend and they mentioned something that happened in one of my fics and I went “…wait that happened? kfafkkahkha.” Had to look it up to confirm, oops. 😅

[gunshock]

late night stalker alert

character: tomura shigaraki

plot: working the night shift at the local gas station means you encounter some odd clientele, but none as odd as the guy in the hood with the sinister smile.

cw: noncon / stalking / violence / yandere / fem reader, rough sex, car sex, public sex, blood, mild choking, cumming inside

The lights flickered overhead, the sterile white bulbs casting a pale, artificial glow over the counter. The late shift at the local gas station had never felt like a particularly safe occupation, but you were one more missed rent payment from being evicted from your apartment, and facing stale expressions one after the other as they paid for their gas was better than facing one on the street when you were homeless. Most of them were older men, truckers, and the occasional suburban father with offset glasses and excitable children at his hip begging for candy from the shelf in front of you. Sometimes you had creeps, but they often did nothing more than stalk around the store with their eyes on you for awhile, before handing you their credit card and hoping your fingers brushed theirs when you swiped it. 

Aside from the clientele, it really hadn't been such a terrible job. You tried to stock the shelves only when there wasn't someone there, since theft and robbery was a high risk for a place like this, but you hadn't had one yet in the few months you'd been here. And when nobody pulled up to the pumps, you had some time to yourself to scroll through your phone and check your notifications. 

At least, that was the norm for you. It wasn't often that you had someone come in so late without the hurry of an empty gas tank needing to be filled, but the bell above the door chimed and you lowered your phone to place it carefully on the shelf beneath the top counter, where you now had to sit up from leaning on to wait for whoever it was to get their stuff and leave. You didn't catch a glimpse of them, but they moved silently enough through the shelves that your mind deemed them harmless enough. The scary ones were always the ones with heavy steps, the ones who stomped up to the counter to thrust their payment at you and whose aura threatened you with a violent bark if you so much as fumbled with your words. 

The hooded guy that stepped up to your counter was not that person. He was something….else. 

With as much of a smile as you could muster, you reached for his items and scanned them with a practiced hand. Two cans, one of cola and one an energy drink, and a bag of chips. Your eyes flicked up for a second to assess your customer, and you bit down on a breath sucked through your teeth when you caught his own, staring deeply into you. His eyes were red. Red. Shaggy, light hair fell in loose waves around his neck, framing a thin face that was etched with something sinister. Dry lips cracked into a smile as you continued the eye contact, but you immediately turned your gaze away as you gave him his total. 

"Cash?" 

Of course you took cash, but he wasn't waiting for an answer as he thumbed through the bills he produced from his pocket, holding out a ten with his pinky outstretched, that you made quick work of taking as you waited for the drawer to open and shoved it inside. Your fingers trembled as you counted out his change, the dollar and something more you couldn't quite process when you felt his eyes still boring into your skull. They were roaming, you knew they were, they had to be, because this guy just slotted perfectly into the creepy stalker type. "You have a staring problem?" The words dared to push past your pursed lips, as you'd heard them from so many other semi-aggressive customers, but the threat of being fired or causing a scene smothered those thoughts as you dropped the change into his open hand. You made the mistake, however, of pulling your own hand away as his was closing, and his brittle nails dragged across your palm and caused you to jump back in surprise. 

But he just laughed. Well, maybe snickered would be the more accurate description, considering his teeth glimmered under the artificial lights but his mouth opened no more than that. It felt more like he was mocking you, softly mimicking your yelp like it was the funniest thing he had heard all day. 

"Thanks." 

The rasp of his voice came out even clearer than before–or maybe you just noticed it more–and he swept his items off the counter and into his hands, his eyes glued to you until the very last moment when he pushed the door open and disappeared. You waited, one beat, then two, your hands held close to your chest as you searched the parking lot with an intense gaze to try and spot him walking away, and only once you were certain he was gone did you finally relax. 

"Fucking creep…" 

You muttered to yourself, breathing out so harshly like you were trying to expel any air that you might have shared with that weirdo. A pump of hand sanitizer into your palm soothed the shivers that had been sent through it somewhat, but the feel of his nails on your skin just wouldn't leave your mind. At the very least, a glance over at the clock on your till warned you that only a half hour of your shift remained, and you breathed a sigh of relief that only lasted as long as the parking lot remained empty. Something distracted you from your tasks, and you always kept as much of your attention out the glass windows that made up the front of the station to see if you could spot the hooded creep skulking around. He gave you such bad vibes, in fact, that even when your coworker came to relieve you, you paused at the front doors as you went to leave. Your bag slung over your shoulder, light jacket half-zipped over the t-shirt and skirt of your uniform, you stopped with your hand on the bar of the door that would officially release you from your shift….

You were just being paranoid, surely. You finally forced yourself to push it open, and were greeted by a rush of cool air that cut through the otherwise blistering summer heat. The breeze raised goosebumps on your skin, but the silence of the night didn't help that feeling, punctuated only by the soft hum of fluorescent lights that made the station stand out in the dark. You crossed the parking lot on quick feet and turned the corner to the side of the building, approaching your little junker in the corner of the lot at an appropriate speed. As you walked, you rustled around in your bag to find your keys and hoped to open the door right away, so you could slide into the seat and put this whole night behind you. From here, it was just the walled side of the station's interior building and an empty lot on the other side, a billboard advertising some new parking structure that would begin construction sometime this fall. The only thing separating your car from that area was two rows of parking spaces, each one of them empty as far as they stretched, and five between it and the station–and when you finally stopped in front of the driver's side door, you paused with keys in hand at the sound of rustling. 

Were you hearing things? It was probably just someone's garbage tumbling in the breeze across the pavement. And your suspicions were proven correct when such a piece of trash flew by your foot and stuck on your front wheel, fluttering and the foil crinkling frantically as it was blown aside. Strangely, it….looked familiar. It was definitely a brand that you sold at the storefront. 

And something else hit you at that moment. But it was not a revelation, rather a hand on the back of your head, and a sudden shove that bashed your face into the side of your car from someone standing behind you. 

You screamed on instinct, but the man already had a hand reaching for your mouth, and he clamped it over your lips to muffle your sounds as a struggle ensued. His fingers soon became drenched in blood as your nose gushed, the pain shocking enough to render you speechless as he grabbed for whatever he could get. The stranger threw his whole body weight against you and trapped you against the door in the process, forcing panic even deeper into the pit of your stomach as you flailed and kicked and screamed into his palm and only felt it being muffled as he leaned in over your shoulder. He'd already unzipped his pants, and you knew because you could feel only the thin layer of your panties and the foreign fabric of his boxers separating you from each other, your skirt riding up so you could really feel his stiff cock digging into you from behind. 

Hot breath on your neck followed up with a sticky tongue, lapping stripes up and down before he flicked it over your ear, the tip wriggling inside as the owner snickered and bit down on your lobe when you whimpered. He followed every movement of your hips as you tried to pull yourself away, growing harder as your tears fell and sobs wracked your throat when he tugged on your panties and let them fall around your ankles. You recognized the voice. You wished you didn't, but it was unmistakable, and you only tried to wipe the image of the hooded guy from your mind when the memory of his grin flashed into your head. Those red eyes burned into the back of your head, and when his fingers found your bare cunt and pressed into your clit, you felt yourself clench and heard him moan quietly into the nape of your neck. 

"You're scared….don't tighten up too much, I won't fit." 

He chuckled, and your heart dropped into your stomach as he shifted around until eventually he freed himself, his cock bobbing out and poking your bare slit with a kind of heat that inadvertently caused you to start leaking. Part of you was frantic in thinking that, maybe, being too tight would save you–you suddenly clenched with all your might as he prodded the spongy tip against you, pressing harder and harder between your lips that were slowly losing grip on him. You sobbed out some kind of plea that even you couldn't make out, but he evidently wasn't listening, as he finally thrusted hard enough that your walls were forced apart and he sank in deeper, deeper, deeper, until he finally hit your limit. Your womb stopped him from breaching your most precious area, but it didn't stop him from humping your warm, wet pussy against the door of your car and stifling your feeble cries for help as he sucked the sweat off your neck. 

When he started to drag you away from the car, you somehow feared that he was pulling you into sight of the gas station entrance, just to humiliate you more–but your weak thrashing to prevent that served only to aggravate him as he struggled to open your driver's side door, and once he did, he shoved you in angrily and pressed his weight against your back. Your face by the gearshift, your chest bent awkwardly over the seat, and your lower half naked and trapped by his trouser-clad legs….it could not possibly be more humiliating than this. 

"You're so wet for me…" 

That raspy voice sent chills up your spine, and finally the moment came that your body froze completely. Your whole face ached and stung with pain from your bleeding nose, and in this position there was no getting away. And he was right–your cunt, in a measure meant to keep you from tearing or stretching too painfully, was dripping with arousal to the point that he moaned about how you were leaking all over his balls, and commented gleefully on how loud they slapped against you as he bucked against your hips to a painful degree. Your assailant braced himself with a hand on the steering wheel while the other gripped your face even harder, and you trembled with fear as he fucked you from behind so hard that your car itself was rocking with the weight of his thrusts. The shucking of your pussy as it sucked around him on every thrust filled your ears, and your mind started drifting away to somewhere else as the assault continued without relent. The hooded guy alternated between bucking into you roughly and drawing out his strokes into long, deep, slow ones, but the one thing that didn't change was his voice gritted into a gravelly tone as he groaned the most foul things into the warm air around you. He called you baby, he growled that you were a slut, he yanked on your hair and ordered you to squeeze tighter around him, and he didn't stop no matter how long it dragged on or how close he promised he was getting. As if that would matter to you….but somehow he thought you must have cared. 

"I'm not gonna kill you, baby–I'm not gonna kill you, listen? I'm just gonna get really, really close."

He cackled, but it cut off with a gasp as he hit a softer spot than the rest. The fingers over your mouth slipped by your lips, two of them fingering your wet tongue and sliding closer to your throat as he pulled you back to keep you filled with his cock. By now it seemed endless–the punctuated thrusts into your womb rocked you forward and caused you to grip the console of your car, each one aching more as he battered your cervix to the point of reassuring you that it was going to hurt even worse afterwards. The promise he made of sparing your life hurt even more, somehow, because at this moment, all you wanted to do was die. 

And fortunately for you, the torture was coming to an end. Your stalker took his hand off the wheel and slammed it down on the back of your neck, holding you prone and still so he could throw his hips into you hard enough that he couldn't stop shaking, as he tried to get the words "Take it!" out of his mouth. The deep ridges around his cockhead dragged downwards and caught on the lip of your pussy, and in a moment of paused desperation, he seemed to give in to what he really wanted and seated himself so deep inside that your toes curled in your shoes and you felt the air in your lungs puff out in a sharp gasp. His fingers dug into your skin as he finally met his end, nails biting into your neck and drawing blood as he milked himself with some more long, shaky strokes, spitting cum inside you all the while even when you feebly whimpered for him to take it out. But he didn't listen and he didn't care, a dopey grin on his lips that you could feel against you as he kissed the top of your head. 

"This one's for you." 

After taking his hand off your neck to rustle inside the pocket of his hoodie, you tensed up at the feel of something cold brushing against your cheek–but when you heard the quiet thunk and found the courage to look up, you saw that same can of cola you'd sold to him an hour ago staring you back in the face, tucked safely in the cup holder between the seats.  

"Drive slow, doll."  

He whispered like rolling gravel underneath a pair of sneakers, his fingers pressing into your mouth to yank you back one more time and feel the sting of his dick bulging against your bladder. You wondered dazedly if he was trying to see if you would embarrass yourself further, but he evidently did not get what he wanted and so he slunk his way off of you. The last touch of his was his cock sliding out of you with ease and the sound of cum splattering out of you against the pavement, and him grabbing hold of it to give you another smack or two against the clit just to chuckle at how your pussy clenched around nothing. 

And then he was gone, disappeared into the night without a trace, save for the measured footsteps on the pavement that quickly evaporated into silence, save for the routine thrumming of the neon lights that carved the gas station out from the rest of the darkness. 

The next few minutes were a blur. You pulled your skirt up, scrambled to get in the car and shut the door, and fumbled with your keys through sobs and tears streaming down your face as your tires squealed and you peeled out of the station in a hurry. You might have started screaming as you cried on the drive home, you think you even slammed your hand on the steering wheel if the pain afterwards was anything to go by, but it just all melted into itself. You were void of anything to cry when you pulled into the parking lot of your apartment, but you couldn't get out, couldn't bear to imagine the struggle that would ensue as you did a walk of shame up the stairs and into your home with a stalker's cum running down your legs and tearstains on your cheeks. Your energy was gone, and your eyes finally drifted down towards the soda that had been sitting idly by as you had your meltdown. You reached a trembling hand out, and turned it–and crude little hearts drawn in black marker adorned it, much like a child's art project. 

It made its way into your hands, still cool from being in the refridgeration unit, and even though your assailant had turned it in his hands as he obsessively scribbled the words "For my baby" across the side. Even so, the crack and fizz of the drink being exposed to air as you popped the top filled the silence of your empty car, your lips meeting cold metal while you slurped it up like you hadn't drank anything in days. It was only when you pulled it away from your face that you were reminded of your bloody nose, and you brought your fingers up to see that it had started to dry and flake against your skin despite how you had been sweating. 

You had a lot to attend to in the next day, as it seemed. Because while you would have to suffer a painful, humiliating shower as you evaluated your bruises and clean and powder your face to erase any signs of your ill fate, you still had another shift tomorrow night. Another long stretch of time by yourself, waiting for the end to come…and this time, keeping watch to see if your "admirer" would come to terrorize you once again. 

[tomurasprincess]

Omg yesssss this was so damned good. Love how you wrote Shigaraki, so brutal and creepy but with those little touches to show that he’s obsessed with reader like the “for my baby” can. And the implication that he’ll be back - yes please omg furslhfshlllhfa.

[tomurasprincess]

Speaking of white haired villains, there's this webtoon called "I failed to abandon the villain" with this devious yandere male lead who likes to impertinently call the female lead "master" you might like. It's also a novel

So I checked into this at work today and before I knew it, I was like 15 chapters in 😂. It’s super good, the heroine isn’t annoying so far and the yandere is hot as hell. Definitely evil but doesn’t seem like he would really hurt his darling and would in fact destroy the world for her, which is like my kink. Will definitely read more, thanks for the recommendation!

[tomurasprincess]

I think ur writing is awesome and i often come here to reread several of ur fics ur awesome

Thank you so much! Glad you enjoy. Mind if I ask which fics you tend to reread? 👀 I’m always curious to hear what people’s favorite fics are!

[tomurasprincess]

Would you be interested in writing something short with Denki in it? I can rarely find good stuff involving him

idrc what it is I just want D enki 😭 but anyway hope your having a good day 🥰

I don’t think I really have any requests currently for him but I’m definitely willing to write for him if an idea pops into my head!

[lumilasi]

I wanted to draw a scene from my fics but my brain feels like mush today. So I doodled something random and ended up drawing my Merman!Shigaraki design again. I kinda like it, not gonna lie. It’s not anything special or anything, but has this subtle horror-ish vibe that is really fitting - and honestly a part - of Shigaraki’s character. 

Plus creating an underwater atmosphere is actually really easy, to me anyway. 

[tomurasprincess]

AHHHH OMG THIS IS LIKE TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS TOGETHER, SHIGARAKI AND THE OCEAN. Fuck he looks so good here, I love the way the tentacles look and the blood smeared around his mouth. Gahhhhh omg fakgagkdakgjagdjD.