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Rogue ambassador from a sentient evil dimension.
Cake addict.

Eight Dancing Tentacles

@8dancingtentacl

Drugs, tentacles, abuse, fluff, bad jokes, surprise pet play. Rogue ambassador from a sentient evil dimension. Cake addict.

"And now, to find something to EAT"


"Six months sleeping under a rock does wonder for my back, see?" His back sounds like an army of skeletons having a rock gurgling match.


He checks his non-existent watch. "Alright but whatever is gonna happen better happen fast because the bakery opens in five minutes and I have a perfect record to keep"

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"Why does everyone wants me to come inside?" And then, veeeery slowly winks in an extremely exaggerated way.

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"I have never seen a zombie. Do they really exist?"


He chews, crunchy. "Would you ask a bird not to sing, a fish to stop swimming or a big bowl of jello to stop jiggling? Jumpscares are sadly, in my nature. And never mind about the glass, I could use the minerals.."

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Poor lamp. Also poor face, the lamp smashes against his nose. "Ow. I was trying to help!"

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🐙Once again, most of my brain has been taken over by a single song.


🐙 So..thanks to wasteland 3 random song thing, I have the magnificent 'Everybody have fun tonight' song invariably associated with the cannibal jamboree. Which..is ok, I had a lot of fun going in guns blazing for once instead of pondering some moral dilemma.


He nods, then crawls up a wall looking less like an agile predator and more like a gecko on crack withdrawal. "Remember to spray bottle the sonofabitch or he'll throw a Molotov at you because he thinks that's funny"

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He raises a finger but too tired to argue he just mumbles 'not my balls' and issues precise instructions in the form of "Just make bad people go away from the harbor and if you see a fluffy male model looking guy with fox ears, that Nova, hit him with the spray bottle"

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He squints again, since his eyelid feels made out of lead. His entire face tenses with the effort to suppress a yawn. "That'd be nice but don't you have... responsibilities and..stuff?"

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He pats her head. "Nah, it's ok.. that's a pretty good idea but it's so hard finding someone..like what am I going to say? Hey you gotta patrol this harbor while I sleep and if you see someone shady turbo murder them. Plus I'm radioactive.. metaphorically"

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