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Liveblogging The Tentacle Who Knew Too Much by @thayerkerbasy

Summary: 

Supernatural, but angels and demons are tentacle creatures like from Day of the Tentacle. Very canon divergent s06e22 but the meat of the thing is the same.

Rating: Teen
Pairing: Crowley/Dean 

Okay, first off, you all need to click the link and look at the art because it’s to die for and I adore it. Liveblogging below the cut. 

The events of the past several months flashed through Crowley’s mind like a television programme’s season finale recap — fighting off the heavenly blue tentacles who were determined to take over the world, struggling to keep the hellish red tentacles in line so none could steal Crowley Tentacle’s crown, keeping the Winchester brothers from discovering the plan.

Just…everything about this sentence. Omfg

Painting the last of the sigil on the wall, Crowley Tentacle wiped the blood off of himself with a handy cloth.

I’m so curious about how he does this considering he doesn’t have hands. Does he… like… roll around on it? Does the tip of the tentacle kinda wiggle around in a circle? I suppose tentacles can probably do that, given that they don’t have bones.

Cas Tentacle fixed him with a look that would have been a glare if tentacles had eyes. All the same, it still managed to convey the same thing as human glares, only more eloquently with fewer facial features. It was magnificent.

I’m picturing like, pulsing or squinty suckers here. IDK. I have no idea how the hell a tentacle is able to squint but… I can see it.

It took only a moment for his wonderful tentacle pup to slither around the corner and tackle Sam […]

I’m picturing a tentacle with dog ears here and I so badly want that.

Crowley Tentacle found the page easily, given that it was the one with a folded-down corner. Seriously, Cas Tentacle had no respect for books.

Boooo. Bad Cas Tentacle for dog-earing pages! Use a bookmark!

Sam was happily petting Juliet and scratching behind her ears, and one of the Cas Tentacles held a knife to the other one, not that it mattered which one was which.

D’awww.

I think I should probably be concerned about which of the Cas Tentacles is the victor, though.

“If we can get your hands on enough of those sticky suckers, we can turn the tide of this war. It wouldn’t take long to trap and bind the higher ups, and it wouldn’t need to hold them long either. So long as we were to nab those in charge, we could toss them in a cell and end all this.”

This is an unconventional use of condoms but I approve nonetheless. Just one more reason to love them, I suppose.

Sam stopped original Cas Tentacle with a hand to his pseudopod shoulder. “You need to go and get now-me and make sure all this happens, or you’ll go through with the ritual and be evil forever.”

Time-travel makes my brain hurt. But it makes sense…I think? Does this mean Cas and Sam are going to be in an infinite loop of stopping the purgatory plan forever? I think maybe? But still beats the purgatory plan.

Stop what you’re doing and read this fic. It was really freaking funny and fun and I enjoyed the hell out of it. (Pun possibly intended.)

Liveblogging infect me with your love and fill me with your poison by @samanddeaninpanties

Summary: 

“That is an oddly shaped creature,” Cas says through the bond. “I think I should take a closer look.”

Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Castiel/Sam/Meg, Meg/Castiel, Castiel/Sam, Meg/Sam

Read the fic here! Liveblogging under the cut!

“That is an oddly shaped creature,” Cas says through the bond. “I think I should take a closer look.” Cas shifts closer to the creature, frowning as he tilts his head to the side, observing it.

I love that Cas is curious, here. Please go check out the oddly shaped moose man. (Note, Sam is not actually moose shaped in this fic.)

“I wanna touch it.”

Meg barricades herself inside her head and Cas feels the loss immediately. She’s closed off the bond, refusing to let him feel her. It’s a warning for Cas to stop but he can’t bring himself to listen just yet.

“Please,” the creature whimpers but doesn’t make any move to leave.

Cas sees this as an invitation to touch and crowds into its space, pressing it firmly against the tree.

I probably shouldn’t be finding this endearing, but I kinda do. It’s a little cute on Cas’s end, even if Sam is probably fricken terrified.

Sam can’t understand why his dick is hard and aching, his boxers a ridiculous mess of pre-come.

My money’s on fear boner. 

But then the tentacle is caressing his cock and balls through his underwear and his brain short circuits. There’s no time to feel guilt or shame. There’s only a burning desire, a need for more. For everything .

Well, we’re not messin’ around here, are we? I’m down.

“Where do you want the tentacles to go?”

Nice of you to ask, Cas. Sam’s butt, please. Also, that’s kinda hot. 

This can’t be real. I’m… I’m dreaming. Y-yeah. Watched too much porn last night and I’m paying for it with a weird-ass sex dream.”

“What’s porn?” another voice asks inside Sam’s head. Another half-octopus and half-human creature comes into view.

*snorts* That made me laugh.

“I feel like a fucking blow-up doll,” Sam gasps, just taking it . It’s all he can do, really. Ride the sensations. Usually, Sam would call himself a considerate lover but he can’t even begin to figure out how the fuck you pleasure a tentacle monster. Besides, they seem to be enjoying his submissiveness just fine.

“Do you like being… what was it. A blow-up doll?” Meg asks, vibrating with delight in his head.

“Maybe we should keep you ,” Cas adds.

I think Cas and Meg should keep Sam. I think Sam should live out in the middle of the swamp as a swamp hermit who wears a straw hat and has weird kinky sex with his tentacle monster girlfriend and tentacle monster boyfriend. Or…. Meg and Cas could take Sam to wherever they live and sate their curiosity a little more.

“Oh my god!” Dean yelps when he finds Sam, taking in his naked form. In seconds he’s right there kneeling next to Sam despite his nakedness, running his fingers through Sam’s mussed hair. “The fuck happened to you? You okay, little brother?”

Dean! Oh, he’s been freaking the hell out. Protective brother mode, engage!

“Shut up, jerk . You’re just jealous I got to live out your favorite fantasy -”

“Bitch, I’d rather not have ass babies. Totally consider myself the winner here.”

*snorts* I feel kinda bad about laughing about this, but I’m so laughing about this. Dean has a point.

I enjoyed this fic. It was a lot of fun to see the thoughts of Cas and Meg and to see Sam being kinda submissive during sex, which he usually isn’t in things I read. Definitely fun.

Liveblogging It’s An Art Form by @hexmaniacchoco

Summary:

An otherwise peaceful morning in the bunker is disturbed when an unexpected guest shows up.

Rating: Teen
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

You can read this fic, here! Liveblog below the cut!

Sam thanks them both for making it this time around–though he knows Dean always enjoys cooking it anyway–and picks up his knife and fork to dig in. The octopus stretches a long tentacle toward his plate, perturbed at not having been brought one. Those omelettes smell good.

Sam jumps back and lets out a startled yell.

“Holy shit!”

Lol. I love how it takes Sam a minute to realize something’s off.

“Whatever the reason,” he says, looking between his brother and Cas and picking up his knife and fork and cutting into the still warm omelette on his plate, “we’ll figure it out after we eat.”

Priorities, Dean.

The trip to the kitchen is short and quiet, and the few supply closets they come across all seem to be devoid of their new tentacled housemate. One such closet hilariously had a mop fall onto Dean as the door opened, causing him to shout and jump backwards, flailing and swatting at the mop and shouting that the octopus was attacking him.

Ha! Nice!

Sam blinks, still a little thrown. “The た… the た….. the たぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁOCTOPUS ” he finally manages. He huffs and brushes the hair out of his face. “Let’s just go find the … the たぁぁoctopus . This all started when it showed up, I’d bet it’s got something to do with it.”

*suspicious Cas glare* This isn’t gonna go….there? Is it? *checks the rating again* at risk of quoting myself…. I’ve seen enough hentai…

*this is also the point that I made the damn connection, because apparently, my brain isn’t turned on. Duh. Title. Reference. Duh.

“Ok fine, whatever, let’s stop and eat donuts even though that makes absolutely no sense at all,” Sam grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The tropes are hungry, Sam.

There happened to be one nearby in the form of a kitchen sink, but when the octopus saw the trail of 水 it was leaving, it knew it was only a matter of time before those 化物 found it. So began its quest for protection, and 防衛 is what it found.

Assuming that the octopus found the condoms and used them as protection, that’s actually super clever. Good on you, octopus! Using that brain of yours! (Do octopuses have brains?)

シャームは「えっ–えぇと、手伝ってあげたいんだ。それだけです。タコさんが海に戻って手伝う、でもそれ前にキャスとディーンを放してください。」と言い切る。蛸が何かがするかもしれないから、躊躇って腕を低める。しかし蛸にシャームたちがやさしいを説得したといいんです。キャスとディーンを蛸が遂に放すまで、シャームと蛸は お互いに 見つめ合うの長い瞬間がある。

キャスと立ち上がりながら、ディーンはスパッタリングする、口を拭う。キャスの腕を捕らえて、シャームに駆けつける。 そんなに翻すのあと息をちょっと切って「サンキュね…」と言う。

シャームは「どういたしまして。でもこの蛸が早く海に戻って手伝おう。」と返事する。

I currently have no idea what the hell is going on but I don’t actually mind? Like, from a storytelling perspective the addition of another language disorients the reader in a way that makes the situation more surreal and alien. It exaggerates the confusion the characters are likely feeling. 

[…] the flower petals stop falling around them and in fact vanish entirely from the room, and Sam hurriedly opens the door again, causing Dean to jolt away from Cas by a few feet.

I feel like I missed something huge here. I hope they defeated the octopus through the power of love. Or something similarly corny.

This fic was a really fun experience, and it really is an experience! The slow descent into confusion was great and I really enjoyed reading it! It was fun!