Tentacle-Monster turned 1 today!
*tentacular flails of celebration*
The Tumblr of a Tentacle-Monster.
I have to create my own business for a project.
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Every flavor would have a fun name:
The Doctor’s Double Chocolate Brownie
Hobbit’s Heathbar Crunch
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DAY OF THE TENTACLE
Day of the Tentacle figures and necklaces I made for SDCC 13’. The big guy is over 4 inches, the largest one yet! He and a small figure and a charm necklace are still available if you’re interested!
More on my Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Killer-Tentacle-Octopus/252768528126323?ref=tn_tnmn
Smiling, the Traveller lets Phredd lead the way and, when it stops, she puts her hand against its skin with a sympathetic smile. “Yes, they’re always so lovely. Some of them can get more playful than others, I’ll admit. My lovely here likes to change rooms around on me sometimes, but I can tell she likes you, so I’m fairly sure she actually just moved the pool closer for you. Did you need any kind of refreshment while we travel? I can set the coordinates then make you something if you want,” she offers, tipping her head to the side questioningly.
Phredd’s skin ripples minutely in response to the Traveller’s touch, but it’s a happy reaction, not distaste, and its eyes widen a little, both at the kindness of the TARDIS moving the pool for Phredd’s convenience, but at the idea which first pops into Phredd’s mind at the mention of refreshments. Leaning down a little, practically making ‘anime eyes’ at the Traveller, Phredd asks hopefully, “I don’t suppose there are any of Betty’s scones available, are there?”
The Traveller giggles at the look Phredd gives her, and she nods. “I believe that can be arranged, my dear. I’ll lead you to the pool then I can get some of those scones for you. I think she mentioned something about you liking cinnamon scones? Or was it another kind?” She leads them as she talks, following the lit path to the third door in the hallway, which is already open and the smell of seawater is wafting into the hall.
“I enjoy your laughter,” Phredd burbles happily as it follows along, tentacle tips as curly as tiny spiral galaxies in its buoyant mood, “and, yes, I very much enjoy cinnamon scones! Oh, isn’t she kind…” trailing off into a bubbling sigh when they reach the open door, Phredd looks at the pool with delight. Releasing the Traveller’s limb with a final delicate pat, Phredd undulates forward and slides into the pool, going from slightly odd tentacle monster on dry ground to sleek, graceful water-dweller in an instant. Swirling around and then bringing the uppermost portion of its mantle (what some think of as its ‘head’) above the surface, Phredd blinks open both lids and extends two manipulator tentacles up toward the Traveller without actually touching—it’s aware that salt water is unkind to some clothing materials—quietly expelling water from its speaking orifice before saying appreciatively, “This is lovely!”