THE SWEET, LOVING, CONSENSUAL TENTACLE MONSTER MEME

[doctopus]

Art by Luiza Kwiatkowska

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THE SWEET, LOVING, CONSENSUAL TENTACLE MONSTER MEME

Tentacle monsters get a lot of bad press. Day after day you hear the tales of some highschool girl going for an innocently naked late-night ocean dip, or getting roped into some evil scientist/alien/alien scientist’s plan, and getting way more than she bargained for. Somehow, the tentacle monsters are always the bad guys. But what about our boundary-respecting tentacled friends who walk (swim?) girls (or boys) home from night-outs without expecting anything in “return”? Who only put those tentacles where you want them, when you want them? They’re deserving of love despite the stereotypes, and who doesn’t enjoy a bit of consentacle fun, I mean really.

(This meme is not the intended venue for hentai-esque tentacle rape, but nobody is going to police you as long as you ASK before you sic any non-consenticals on anyone; for the sake of everyone here only for consensual tentacle-loving, warn for abusive content in the subject line.)


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TENTACLE TRANSFORMATION POWERS GO☆!
Since the ratio of tentacled characters to non-tentacled characters here in DWRP is something like, say…one to onesquillion, here are some prompts/suggestions on how to tentacle-up your character should you choose.
1. ALWAYS LIKE THIS
But your character has always been a tentacle-abomination! Maybe they’re struggling to keep it a secret Octodad: Dadliest Catch style, fighting to keep their squirmy appendages under wraps and act the perfectly-typical-human-being role until how. Maybe everyone in their canon is like this! He gets tentacles, she gets tentacles, everybody gets tentacles! Or maybe they’ve always had these additional limbs and are confused as to why their friends are only just noticing. (Wow buddy, did you finally get contact lenses or something?)

2. EXPERIMENT GONE AWRY
Caught in a laboratory explosion? Stabbed with a secret formula developed by the Big Bad of your world to render your crime-fighting abilities inept (or at least much more haphazard than before)? Did you disobey your high school teacher and eat/drink in the science classroom after they told you for the umpteenth time not to?

3. WISH COME TRUE
Twinkle twinkle little star, shit that wish is quite bizarre. Maybe you were absently thinking about how all the fun you could have if you had tentacles instead of/in addition to your normal arms or legs, and POP, the universe decided to grant your wish! Why the universe isn’t solving poverty or eliminating suffering is beyond us, but we like to think it’s as feckless a kinkster as the rest of us.

4. INFECTION
You went swimming and something bit you! Or maybe you ran into Alex Mercer on a really bad day (isn’t every day a bad day for Alex Mercer?) With no cure to hand, you’re helpless as your body starts to rearrange itself to account for the new changes to your DNA.

5. MECHATENTACLES
Like the real thing, only more...mecha-y. With these super-duper sci-fi-esque robotic limbs grafted onto your body, you have all the dexterity of normal tentacles, with hopefully less pain when you inadvertently slam a tentacle in a door for the first time (well, you can hope, anyway). Only, the configuration may or may not be a little skewey, so even the most prudish and sex-negative of characters may find the tentacles acting out their owner's repressed sexual urges without their say on the matter (luckily they also dectect the desires of the people around them, so no accidental nonconsentacles unless that's what both RPers signed up for).

6. WILDCARD
Reach out and pick your own scenario! Not like you don’t have enough arms now, amirite


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SCENARIOS
Or, you know, you could just go straight to tentafucking if you wanted, but if you need help deciding on a jump-off point or just want to play something more gen with your octobrethren, here's a handy list of ideas.

1. DOMESTIC
You think tentacle monsters don’t live day-to-day lives with all the cooking and the cleaning and the grocery shopping that "normal" people do? Sometimes the addition of tentacles might make these tasks a little more...interesting, but when was the last time you wished you had an easier way of opening that jar of pasta sauce that's been stuck closed since 2011?

2. CUTE AND CUDDLY
Tentacle monsters give the best hugs when you're sad or mad, feeling lonesome or just plain affectionate. ...Or maybe they're the one in need of a hug and someone to cling their suction cup-covered arms to, if their unruly limbs are new to them and they're finding the new changes to their body too disorienting to handle alone.

3. TENTACLUTZ
Even experienced tentacle monsters may sometimes get their limbs all a-twist trying something new, and for new members of the tentacle club, adjusting might be something akin to a nightmare. They may need a helping hand to cling to while they get used to moving on eight pairs of limbs.

4. EXPERIMENTATION/STRAIGHT TO SMUT
So maybe you're past the stage of figuring out things like how to walk on all-eights or open jars or stick to walls, and you're ready to develop a different kind of expertise with your tentacles, preferably with the help of a willingly amorous assistant who's patient enough not to mind if you accidentally slap them in the face with a damp tentacle instead of groping their chest like you meant to. Even if you're a veteran at this stuff already, continued practice and developing new techniques is always a good thing.

5. HOOK-UP
You may not have the flyest moves on the dance floor, but with a body like that, baby, there's no way you're going home empty tentacled. The club can't handle you right now, and with those boogying tentacles you're sure to attract some interest.

6. TRIP TO THE BEACH
Sun, sea, sand and tentacles are all good fun...unless of course you've been shipwrecked somewhere, in which case maybe not. Still, even in that sort of situation maybe there's a way for you to repay the friendly tentacled octomaid who saved your ass by swimming you to the shore? Or the sea is already your natural habitat. Darling it's better down where it's— ahem...

7. SWANKY GATHERING
Oh jeez oh wow, this sure is one posh get-together. Fitting all these wiggly limbs into formal-wear is likely to be a little bit of a struggle, but eat food, dance and be merry anyway. Just try not to bruise your social reputation by tripping over your hosts with any wayward tentacle legs.

8. WEDDING
Do you promise to love your tentacled bride or groom for richer or for poorer, in sickness or in health, and in all their wayward tentacley glory? Then you may now kiss your new physiologically atypical life-partner. Feel free to skip straight on ahead to the wedding-night or honey moon since everyone knows that's the best part of getting married.

9. TENTACLES IN THE WORKPLACE
Just don't spend your breaks hanging out inside the water cooler, a productive worker such as yourself is bound to have as humdrum a work-life as all your basic human coworkers. Tentacles may actually provide you an extra level of job security when your boss sees how efficient your typing or secretary skills are with all those extra arms, and you may find yourself with many coworker-sent invites for "private meetings" in the stationery closet.

10. WILDCARD
It's not like there's any limits to what tentapeople can do, so go ahead and pick your own scenario, fools!

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Maya Ayling | OC | OTA

[doctopus]

[nyan_nyan]

[ How about girls from schools across town who've met a few times show up at the same party, and Ranka decides she's curious about tentacle sex? ]

[doctopus]

[Sounds great to me! Let me know if you'd rather I start.]

[nyan_nyan]

Ranka wasn't really much of a party girl most of the time - despite her budding music career, a lot of her shyness remained, and she was careful about picking out gatherings that were small and full of people she was at least familiar with. She'd been working on being more outgoing, however, in a lot of ways. Sex, among them; Ranka had lost her virginity, and hooked up with a few people over the past few months, and found herself far more open-minded and interested in it than she'd expected...

Which motivated her to go to this party, at a big house with lots of space, and empty rooms for couples to occupy. On top of that, she knew the crowd there included hybrids, and branching out meant other species too. Among them was Maya, the cute, friendly, and, she knew, very sexual octopus girl she'd met at gatherings, performances, and just by coincidence a few times.

It wasn't like she went just to hook up with Maya specifically, but she made her way through the crowd, waving and smiling at Maya when she spotted the octopus.

[doctopus]

Maya doesn't mind a good party now and again — provided there are quiet spaces she can scuttle off to when the noise begins to be too much. Judging by the wide bubble of people-less space that surrounds her like a forcefield through even the densest crowds, the party minds her, however. Not surprising when Maya lacks even an eighth of the social ability of the rest of the guest-list, and those tentacles take up a lot of space as she wanders the central rooms; Maya nary notices.

She's seeking the classmates who had brought her to this...event, when she spies a familiar head of green hair through the bustling throng of partygoers. Ranka Lee: Maya recalls the face and name with ease and returns the wave a little too enthusiastically, knocking a drink from a nearby girl's hand as she unintentionally mimics the motion of her arms with one of her long tentacles. Ranka, she likes Ranka! Ranka is happy and kind, so of course Maya likes her. She's oblivious to the annoyed splutters behind her as she beams widely at Ranka, calling out to her over the music:

"Ranka! Hi-!! Isn't this party fun?"

[nyan_nyan]

Frankly, Ranka doesn't give two craps about a lack of social skills. Maya might be weird and awkward by a lot of standards, but she's a nice girl, and it's not even deep down. She's just good people, tentacled and red or otherwise, and that's just a bonus for Ranka in this case.

Her smile's bright, even though she winces at the complete lack of spatial awareness on Maya's part, holding a hand out to take either Maya's hand or one of her tentacles, full of cheer at running into her here. "It's cool! Not as loud as some parties I've been too, but haha, maybe I'm just getting used to how loud my concerts get."

AkaRed - Boukenger Vs Super Sentai/Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger - OTA

[inheritstheredsouls]

((Oh, wow, this is a kink the Mun didn't know they needed! Willing to do cracky scenarios for this muse here; however, any smutty will need to be slowly build up to. Also, can be either the tentacle or non-tentacle one; if the former for him, let's just say that a Monster of the Week did it.))

The Riddler | Batman '66

[braintease]

[When does a cat have double the legs? Riddler knows the answer and he would also like to have sex with it/as it. Or just do a comprehensive exploration of the amazing crime possibilities granted to a master thief when he sprouts a few more limbs.]

Genevieve Lefoux | Parasol Protectorate | OTA for gen, F/F for romance/smut

[brassoctopus]

[[Vieve is up for pretty much anything on the list, although let's keep the sexytimes to ladies? If she's the betentacled one she's got a canonical predilection toward mechatentacles, but I'm cool with other kinds, too.]]

Cecil Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale | M/M for sex, will snuggle/shenanigans with anyone

[thevoiceofnightvale]

((OOC: I'm surprised to not find this post already flooded with Cecils. Cecilli? Whatever. Anyway, tentacles can be the fanon-normal sort, or a new and accidental addition. I am happy to set a scene, or just run with yours.))

[forthearchbishop]

((I'm thinking an outbreak of tentacles hit town and Tamika suspects Strex is responsible?))

[thevoiceofnightvale]

((OOC: /fannish shrieking. Ahem. Sounds good to me. I can set up if you want, but do have one question-- do you have a preference on whether Cecil's actually part of the resistance (as in, he meets regularly with either Tamika or the other children) or do you want her to be contacting him for the first time in all this?))

[forthearchbishop]

((I'm cool either way, but if you don't have a preference, let's go with this being the first official contact between Cecil and the resistance.))

[thevoiceofnightvale]

((OOC: Going with NOT already having tentacles prior to this, and this being the first official contact. Presuming some things, let me know if you want me to change anything.))

Today has been something of A Day. Of course, all days were, technically, unless they were cancelled, but today has been a lot more of A Day than most other days. He'd be wringing his hands with the stress on the way back to his apartment, except that making any motions with his hands makes the things coming off of his back more agitated, themselves and liable to start in on making the motion.

He's not, surprisingly, a huge fan of cephalopods and is even less of a fan of being one, but it's not bad, really, compared to a lot of other things the town could have broken out in a plague of. Static shadow things, for one, or boils, or pancreas puppies (adorable, but messy) or any one of a number of other plagues that had swept through Night Vale during his time at the station. He presumes Carlos is working on it, and he'll check with him in just a moment (and not think at all about his boyfriend having additional limbs...) but first, he just wants to get inside.

It's dark in the apartment, which is weird, because he usually keeps a light on, but right now, he doesn't actually care, too much, just lets the door swing shut behind him and relaxes back against it, glad to not have to try to work out both balance with new limbs and try to keep them under control.

[forthearchbishop]

Look, it's hard to manage an ominous introduction fitting of a battle-hardened resistance leader without the proper atmosphere, ok? Of course, it'd help even more if Cecil happened to have a high-backed swivel chair on hand, but Tamika can make do with a darkened room.

Unfortunately, Cecil took longer to get home than she'd expected, and his arrival coincides with her having decided to raid his kitchen while she waits. So the thirteen-year-old is not perched authoritatively on the couch, newly-developed tentacles curling from behind her hunched shoulders like she'd planned, but rather emerges a moment later with a glass of milk in hand. Her greeting of, "Hi, Mr. Palmer," is a little more sheepish than she might have planned.

Koakuma | Touhou Project | OTA

[littledevil]

[She already has a prehensile tail for a start.]

Kishin Asura ΦΦΦ Soul Eater M/F

[strongestcoward]

[Available in the form of prehensile, living scarves or his ability to liquidise himself for gooey sexy times.]

grell sutcliffe | black butler | ota

[erythristic]

[able to do either side of this, though if she's the one with the tentacles I'd like to say it's some sort of dream scenario.]

Aya Fujimiya | Weiss Kreuz | m/m

[withhername]

closed

[withhername]

Things got weird after Masafumi.

Which says something because Aya had deeply considered having himself repeatedly slammed into a grand piano by one mad-scientist-turned-mutant the height of strangeness so far and he with Weiss got his hands dirty in the stuff of the worst urban legends on the weekly. He makes literal (though, reluctant) friends with the girls who wake up in a pool of ice without a organs. He deals with telepaths, telekinetics, skin-eating diseases purposefully put in the water and...

Just.

He never expected to join the freak show himself aside from acting as the occasional reaper

Three fevered, unpleasant days after the aforementioned incident Aya had found himself the (extremely reluctant) owner of a new dozen of appendages. Six on either side of his spine, they're nearly delicate, wisping curls by the nape of his neck but much thicker by the bottom and stronger with that. The only saving grace to the whole situation, the only reason Kritiker doesn't currently have him locked away under quarantine for his own good is that they aren't always...visible; that they stayed sheathed under his skin unless he pulls them out or loses focus enough due to one tide of emotion or another. Because of course they react to emotion. Despite what he tries and what he puts forth he's still driven by those more than anything else and there's currently two things that spark him and his newest additions uncontrollably. The first of which will always and forever remain his sister.

The second of which is currently hanging in his hands because things have gotten weird since Takatori Masafumi and the leader of the organization they eliminated tonight had tried to take him along over the broken edge of the warehouse catwalk when he should have been good and well dead from strangulation. Aya reacted without thinking, with a white panic under the focus of catching Yohji before he fell along with the shrieking, maniacal madman and he reached with hands and more. Two thicker tentacles had wormed and rushed out from under his jacket to wrap around Yohji's forearms, just under his wrists. The combination provides enough strength to have him hauling his teammate over the edge as he pushes himself to his knees and then backs up - cursing and swearing along the way, as a new sickness starting to eat away in his stomach. He shut Yohji out because of what happened to himself, far more content to lose him because of frost that is his own doing than to disgust due to something he never asked for.

It would be to much to hope that the extra 'help' went unnoticed in the quickness of events, wouldn't it?

The tentacles were gone as soon as Aya has Yohji safe, inelegantly sprawled on top of him but alive. "Come on-" He shoves everything back inside and pushes to get them on their feet. They need to get out of here before a new wave of guards shows up and the last thing he wants to do is stop long enough to give Yohji the chance to start asking questions.

[balinese]

What the hell was that?

Granted, the panic was nearly blinding when he went over, when every impulse failed him and he tumbled backward, grasping and flailing and -- God help them -- praying that the last thing he saw wouldn't be the twisted, laughing visage of this madman dragging him down to his death. But gloved hands caught him, closed around him along with the unfamiliar slide of-- Of snakes? Of warm, sentient tubing?

Seriously, what the hell was that?

Distantly, Yohji hears the footsteps, hard footfalls that signal an incoming storm, and they need to get out. There's no time for questions, and sure enough it will take an onslaught of interrogation to loose Aya's lips about that. Just like there's no time for him to take Aya's face in both hands, to cradle his jaw and pull him into a soul-shattering kiss, to breathe hard against the redhead's cheek and lose himself in gratefulness and the taste he's so sorely missed.

But some things are simply habit.

"Thanks," Yohji's scrambling up not a moment after breaking from Aya's mouth, grasping for his hand and hauling him off the ground to break immediately into a hard run. "Come on."

[withhername]

There's no time and there's no strength in him to push Yohji away when he crushes their lips together. He couldn't. He can't think much past the pounding, ferocious pulse that is at once terrified and fiercely protective. Almost. Almost. With what they do death is always a mis-step away and this is hardly the first time he's saved Yohji's skin nor has he gone without Yohji catching his ass but that had been too close and too simple. Too stupid.

He makes a low sound in his throat when Yohji pressed, a hard shudder going through him and down his spine. Every instinct in him old and new wants to reach out and wrap around Yohji, entwine and pull him so intolerably close he could soothe the raw, shocked swath suddenly scraped back open. His hand tangles in the side fall of Yohji's hair.

It's just a flash. Like the fall.

Yohji has them on their feet before the that set of actions can even begin to be processed and he's running automatically, swiping up his sword that had been flung down for more important things on the way. They run, dodging the new wave of armed and low-rung devotees by going out the east side, slipping out the delivery bay and starting to double back to where Yohji's car was left in what felt like an industrial graveyard at this time of night. The two sentries that got in the way are unceremoniously dispatched.

By the time they get to the car his lungs are burning, his lips still tingling and his back practically seethes. Aya braces against the passenger-side door, head down to hide his eyes because his pupils have to be unnaturally blown from the adrenaline. It's a fight to try and calm down. "Are-" Halting. He didn't say anything and Aya doesn't think Yohji would be able to keep from questioning that long so maybe, just maybe-

"Yohji." He says it like an accusation and a question. How dare you and Are you okay?

[balinese]

"I know."

He does. He knows. He knows, and he's sorry, and he absolutely should not have done it. But Aya's tone isn't helping matters, and Yohji's mind is still trying to wrap itself around the things that had been touching him only a few minutes previous. Distracting, even as he starts the truck, jams it into gear, and nearly spins them a full 360 as he peels out.

He's shaken, at best. That doesn't happen often. Cool collected temperament can get a man far, but near-death experiences followed on-heel by unexplained appendages from his ex-boyfriend's body? That is more than enough to damage his calm. Safe on the road again, no pursuit, Yohji has to take a few moments to steady his breath, to reach over Aya's lap and dig through the glove box, fish out a cigarette and lighter, and toss the latter to the floor once it's served its purpose.

Two long drags. Two long drags and two gravid minutes of silence. That's all it takes for Yohji to regain his composure, at least enough that his voice isn't shaking (though his hands still are, spilling gray ash across his pant leg with the tremors) as he asks stolidly:

"What the fuck was that?"

Admiral ZEX | Star Control 2 | OTA! SO open to all. Wow.

[be_discreet]

((hello friends come to my tentacle arms and let me show you how glorious life can be

if you don't know the canon, ZEX is an officer in an alien fleet with his own ship (and fleet, and planet); i'd be happy to either have your character invited over for... entertainment... on his ship, or to AU him into a more everyday setting (that happens to have tentacle aliens running around?) for smut.))

asako minegishi [au protag] | devil survivor | closed

[sawthelockdown]