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calcifiedunderland · 8 months
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Shrimply Yours~
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In which you invoke your shrimp privileges to cheer Floyd up.
Floyd x GN Reader! Enjoy, shrimpies!!~
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“Y’know Floyd, I’d say you’re the shrimp, not me.”
Maybe you really did have a death-by-squeezing wish. Or maybe your plot-armor protection had finally worn off. The eel in question lifted his head slowly at your words and side-eyed you, his golden eye glinting ominously in the Mostro Lounge kitchen’s light.
You’d been washing the dishes after asking Azul for a job in exchange for a little extra madol on the side. For the most part, your day had been as peaceful as it could’ve (the life of a magicless prefect was always maniacal), until you heard arguing from outside the kitchen. You all but jumped when Floyd slammed the door open and wordlessly stalked to the stove, and you spotted Azul walking off shaking his head to himself. Floyd shoved pan on the heat and began frying something, completely ignoring your presence. Was it even possible to fry chicken so aggressively?
In any case, Floyd seemed a little more volatile than usual at the moment, even considering it was him. The other students who’d been in the kitchen with you before had scuttled out before Floyd could snap at them too. But in any case, you knew that Floyd’s mood flipped faster than Crowley leaving all his work to you. So, you thought you’d try to lighten the mood.
At your words, Floyd slowly brought his head up from his deep-frying, golden-and-olive colored eyes zeroing in on you, baring his sharp, shiny teeth at you in a scowl. And in that split second, you suddenly remembered that Floyd was, in fact, a mer-eel. Moray, specifically. A predator. A predator that probably ate shrimpies like you. Who was now looking at you predatorily.
“What did ya just say, shrimpy?” His pupils were practically pin-pricks, and for a moment you swore you could hear the Jaws theme song in your head. You could remember, time and time again, your friends and upperclassmen telling you not to engage Floyd when he was in one of his moods. Even up until now, you’d never been on the awful end of his anger, especially alone. But you weren’t called beast-tamer for nothing, damn it, and maybe that title could extend to taming angry Floyd’s too. An angry Floyd that was still your friend.
“I said, you’re the shrimp, not me.” You maintained eye-contact with him, almost challenging him, ‘come at me, bro.’ You tried to keep a straight face, although you were deflating rapidly by the second because by Sevens this was so stupid but-
“Because you’re shrimply amazing.”
One second passed. Two. Three.
Then Floyd broke into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. He surged towards you, completely forgetting the frying food. “D’awww, SHRIMPY!!!”
He swooped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up. Your legs flailed around and now your arms were locked in as Floyd spun around the kitchen haphazardly with you in his arms. “Shrimpy knows just how to cheer me up! I knew this is why I kept you around!” He laughed cheerily, bobbing you up and down.
“FLOYD!” You cried, “PUT ME DOWN-“ the kitchen swirled crazily around you, as Floyd babbled some song or other cheerfully. Thankfully he’d stopped spinning, but began shaking you side to side while humming, “Shrimpy’s so brave n’ nice, all the other guppies left when they saw me but only Shrimpy stayed!”
He started pouting, and squished his cheek into yours. “Azul was bein’ mean to me, making me work now. Just ‘cause I roughed up a few customers doesn’t mean it was my fault! They shoulda been nice to me~”
Even though you were basically suspended in the air by him, you smiled at Floyd’s words. “Glad I could help Floyd, that was so mean of Azul,” you consoled him, hoping he’d put you down. He bent over until your feet were safely on the sweet, sweet ground, but didn’t let you go from his arms. The two of you swayed together, basking in each other’s company in the subpar lighting of the kitchen, until you frowned.
“…Hey, is something burning?”
“Ah shit, I burned the chicken.”
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miss-atena · 10 days
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I haven't updated yall on some stuff but
I am a contributor to the @twst-charity to aid Palestine!!!
Yall can trust me that everyone modding and contributing is amazing and has been doing and continues to do an amazing job! This is the only contribution I have made so far, but there are so many things everyone has done and continues to do, it is amazing.
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If anyone wants to, you can donate by the form I'm linking below to donate and request, You can request for me specifically or other great artists and writers!!! Form for donation
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b0njourbeach · 20 days
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//OOC Attention, Twisted Wonderland Roleplay Blog community! We're happy to announce the launch of the NRC Cafeteria, a Discord Server designed specifically for fans of the series that happen to join us in our ask blog shenanigans.
Aside from the obvious our rules are quite lax and there's still room to upgrade the server based on member feedback, and we'd love to have you if you happen to want to get to know the mods behind this blog in and out of character, or share a little about your own blogs and characters without the restraints of making out of place posts on your tumblrs/accounts for your anons!
We ask that you pardon our dust as things get settled, and don't feel afraid to just get talking even if it takes a while for members to roll in! All suggestions will be considered and we hope to welcome you with open arms. Link in reblogs, Join us now!
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culinarycrucible · 1 year
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Here’s a look at our updated coasters! 🐙
They’re now flat printed onto silicone and much more stable than our initial samples!
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wrabbit-art · 1 year
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Welcome, you poor unfortunate souls!!
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nimbus-cloud · 3 months
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Mostro Lounge Diorama
Now complete! I didn't think to start making little clips for a compilation reel until I was mostly done with it, but have a little video anyway. After working on it on and off for a year, these little shits finally get a nice little space to live in!
If you're interested in the progress photos, you can check out the following posts: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)
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0idontgetsleep0 · 4 days
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*Yuu and Malleus going to Mostro Lounge*
Azul, pointing to a QR code: that’s our menu
Malleus, getting really close to it: is this some kind of joke?
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kamapon · 1 year
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Azul in Mostro Lounge 💜💜💜
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nrc-confessions · 2 months
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went to mostro lounge for the special with a friend and i heard someone crying from the kitchen??? are yall like. okay over there.
Thank you for your confession!
Every day I pray for the sweet release of death.
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calcifiedunderland · 1 month
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Spare Change
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Azul x GN Reader (they/them)
—In which you win Azul’s friendship with the loose change in your pocket.
Notes: I tried to keep the coin description vague so it could be from any currency!! I had this idea for a little while now. Enjoy shrimpies~
You were going to buy Azul’s friendship at the cost of a gumball.
Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. By all accounts, it would’ve been impossible to do that, even with a large sum of money. You didn’t think that you’d ever be back in his office making a deal with the merman who almost turned you out of your dusty dorm. But this time, it hopefully would go in your favor.
Earlier that week, you’d been cleaning out your knickknacks, and came across some loose change you’d had in your pockets when you arrived to NRC. Honestly, you forgot about it - it wasn’t like you could really use it here.
Still, you recalled some offhanded comment Jade made - something about Azul’s coin collection, and his fascination with human trinkets. Once, when you’d visited Azul’s dorm room while he was recovering from his overblot, the framed coin showcase on his wall had caught your eye. The coins shimmered, and despite some wear and tear, you could tell they were now kept in meticulous, pristine condition.
This went through your mind as you stride into Octavinelle, feeling the coins in your pocket thump against your skin.
You sucked in a deep breath and knocked on his office door, and, not waiting for a response, you opened it. If you waited, you’d lose your courage. Azul looked up irritably, adjusting his glasses. “Please wait a moment, I’ll be wi-” he stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open when he saw you. “Well- Hello, Prefect,” he clasped his hands over his desk, discreetly shoving a contract into a drawer, “what brings you here today?” He coughed slightly, clearing his throat.
Wordlessly you sat down in front of him, change jangling in your pockets. You looked at him intently, searching his eyes and thumbing a coin in your pocket. This could go really well or really not well. Still, you’d made unlikely friends with Riddle and annoying acquaintances with Leona. Besides, you thought as you rubbed the coin, what you wanted wasn’t anything material. Rather, it was genuine and immeasurable - less to you, but more to him.
Azul was pensive, looking at you carefully. You unsettled him. After what happened before winter break, when he overblotted, he’d had a hard time making heads or fins about you. You were a walking paradox - a magicless human who somehow had so much power over strong housewardens. By all accounts, you shouldn’t have been able to one-up his contract to gain Ramshackle. And yet you somehow did, with Leona and your friends.
In all honesty, you had every reason to be upset with him. So why were you in his office now? His eyes zeroed in on yours. What was your angle? What did you have to gain? He hated this feeling of being indebted to you after his overblot. Like he had to make it up to you, somehow. Would you hold it against him?
You fidgeted slightly under his gaze, feeling a little unnerved. Wordlessly, you fished into your pocket and pulled out one of the larger coins from your currency. You put it on the desk between the two of you, the tether between you and him. And if all went well, a symbol.
He looked down at it, curiousity getting the better of him. He picked it up carefully in his gloved fingers, holding it up and turning it around. He rubbed his fingers over the dips and engravings, analyzing the text on it. He held it up to the light, admiring it. Strange, he thought to himself. A childish fascination grew in him, and he carefully flipped the coin around in his fingers, admiring the way it glinted and reflected the light. You smiled, watching the awe in Azul’s eyes grow.
At last, he spoke, not taking his eyes off it, “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’d have to look into it’s origins if you’d want me to appraise it.” He couldn’t think of any other reason you’d be here, giving this to him. Was this your way of getting him to repay you? Have him auction off this coin? His mind halted, why did you show this coin to him? To lure him in and then take it away?
You shook your head, “you won’t find any information on it.” He rose an eyebrow at you, and you continued, “this is a coin from my world. Where I’m from.” He glanced back at the coin with new interest, enraptured. A one-of-a-kind, limited commodity? A coin that only you would have? His heart skipped a beat.
He’d be lying if his businessmer side wasn’t salivating, but a part of him didn’t want to sell it. Deep down, he knew he wanted to keep it for his collection - after all, it wasn’t often that he came across rare coins.
Still, Azul knew better than others that you couldn’t get something without payment. “…what would you like for it?” He asked so quietly, you would’ve thought you’d imagined it if he wasn’t looking at you. He braced for the worst, thinking you’d demand something wild as revenge for his overblot.
You took a deep breath, “Nothing.”
Weeks ago, you would’ve disbelieved the idea of befriending the same person who almost ousted you from Ramshackle. Especially offering him your friendship in the form of spare coins you’d found in your pocket.
Being in his office, trying to offer your friendship to him in the form of a coin of a lost world, was the last thing you thought you’d be doing. But here you were, the subject of scrutiny, sitting in the lavish armchair in front of his desk, trying to show him that you weren’t as ill-intentioned as he thought others may be. That you genuinely did want to connect with him.
Which was hard to do when he was looking at you intently, hands clasped under his nose, presumably staring at you uncomfortably. The look on his face was unreadable. Nothing? They want… nothing? Azul was no fool. All his clients wanted something, no one would ever do something nice for nothing in exchange. You had to have some ulterior motive. Right?
“What… do you want?” He asked again, straightening. A few weeks ago, you might’ve been a little ruffled at his straightforwardness. Now, you only knew he was trying to compose himself, as he lifted his head and offered a debonair smirk, adjusting his glasses. “I understand that the headmaster has still not given you proper accommodations for you. I’m sure, as a non-magical student, I could offer you assistance in exchange for this rare commodi-“
“I really don’t want anything material,” you cut him off, crossing your arms. You would’ve thought you’d have insulted him, from the way his face contorted. “That- that’s preposterous, Perfect. Surely you’d want something in exchange for this coin!” Otherwise why would you be here? was silently said between the two of you.
“I wanted you to have it. It’s a gift. I’m giving it to you.” That’s what friends do!, you thought exasperatedly.
Azul’s eyes bored into yours, and you noted that his pupils were slightly square rather than round. He said, “nothing is free, now Prefect. Surely there’s something you want?” You sighed through your nose. “I just…” you swallowed, looking at him, “I thought you’d like it.” Your tone was genuine, and you squared your shoulders. Azul’s tone softened, “do you not want to keep it? It’s from your world, after all.” You angled your head in wonder.
A few weeks ago, Azul probably would’ve taken the coin without regard for you, or done something underhanded. You were curious (and maybe a bit hopeful) why he was considerate to you now.
“It wasn’t the only coin I had,” you responded, fishing for an identical coin in your pocket and pulling it out, “I had another. It’s the same thing, see?” Azul glanced at it, indeed it’s the same. He asked, “regardless, wouldn’t you want both?” You shrugged, “I can’t exactly spend it here, and I have no need for two of the same. Besides,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d understand, “I… thought you’d appreciate it.”
A lump rose in Azul’s throat as he turned the coin over in his fingers, noting every small scratch and engraving. “I…” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “Thank you, Prefect. I want to give you something in return,” he looked up. You were about to insist you wanted nothing (even if you did start out wanting something), when you saw the look in his eyes. You supposed old habits died hard - he would keep insisting on compensation for you until you accepted. So, you supposed it couldn’t hurt to be honest.
You smiled at him, holding out your extra coin to him. “How about your friendship?” His eyes widened, and you saw his adams apple bob. “I mean it,” you said softly, “really. Please?”
His eyes searched yours for any foulplay or malice. Feelings surged in him - memories of other merchildren making fun of his tentacles or his ink, times when they’d fooled him into being ‘friends,’ hiding in a crevice from bullies. Still, he found no reason to doubt you, as you smiled at him. How could you forgive him?
A poor, unfortunate soul is he, to refuse redemption.
He held his coin in his fingers, “It’s a deal,” he declared, and tapped it against yours.
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rizdoodls · 3 months
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she lost a wager.
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icliangyu · 1 year
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Figured I post this here, finished the Mostro Lounge 3D version for realsies.
if i get the time, i'll like export a version where people can walk around the scene! (give me like 5 business years tho)
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[Occ question] are the sillys based on any villains and if so who? :]
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Hey! Yeah, I'll go first (From 🐟 mod, and also the person that does any non-mod tagged asks/posts)
🐟 Waiter is twisted from undertow, the secondary antagonist of 'The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea' - Mainly just to follow the little mermaid theme, and due to my enjoyment of the colours used in his design.
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He's supposed to be a third year (he got held back) that goes by the name Ulysses Tide, working at the lounge in hopes of paying off Azul to return him to his true mer-form and get him out of the punishment he was given back in the reef. Along with his transformation into a pihrana mer, the poor guy got substantially shorter, and now stands at.. 5" in his human form. Womp womp
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Here's a super quick little doodle of the guy, (if you recognise my art from another blog I run no you don't). The mods here at the mostro lounge offishial blog thank you greatly for your queries and curiosity <3.
AND HI I'M THE GUY BEHINF THE LOBSTER hi hii I'm mod 🦞🦞🦞🦞🦞 hi so I cannot explain my bullshittery but. Evil Sebastian the Crab but he's a lobster instead. Okay so. H.ear me out he's one of the funky split lobsters.
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His name is Sylo Mariathic and he hates everything but is also so so cool (he is a loser nerd). He is bisexual and a Second year (Age 17). He hates his job but he works it for one simple reason. Money. Ohhhh boy does he love money. Stands at a whopping 5'9!
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I made a sprite thingy of him + my one doodle of his design when I first made it ♡
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mallleus · 2 years
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My favorite thing about Tweels is that you expect Floyd to be the most unpredictable or like the worst to deal with but no it’s JADE.
With Floyd you know what you’re gonna get depending on the mood. He’s in good spirits? He’s gonna be all squeezy and laughing all the time, might chase you. As a treat. When mad you know he’s gonna deck you and fuck your whole day up.
BUT WITH JADE- total enigma. Can easily manipulate and put up a false identity around others. He presented himself as submissive and a worry wart to Trey when in actuality it’s just Mansplain, Manipulate, and Manslaughter. Not to mention able to dig up dirt on the new freshmen just by using their social media accounts to use as blackmail. In his SSR card he infiltrated Pomefiore dorm and gained Vils trust in the span of 3 days as a personal assistant just so he could promote Mostro Lounges new drink using Vils Magicam account without Vil EVEN REALIZING IT. The only thing you will know is he really likes mushrooms.
Trust me Floyd can be bad too but in his labwear vigentte ADeuce were practicing color changing magic and got some paint on him while he was in a funk and instead of making him mad it made him burst out laughing and made fun of them and offered to help them!!! HE HELPED THEM!!! JADE MOST LIKELY WOULDN’T OF DONE THAT UNLESS IT WAS FOR PERSONAL/OCTAVINELLE GAIN!
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