Current Job:
The Best Tentacle-Momster You've Never Heard About!

Latest Updates:
Its actually just a massive bag of tentacle-dicks. Deal with it.

The Story Thus Far:
You hear the sound of the slithering tendril, the slurp of the sickening suction and the convoluted sound of maddening debauchery echo from just outside the realm of sanity somewhere nearby.

You see a creature most dapper with flamboyant expressions, penchant for prattling away the night and an obviously insane alien mind that cherishes in seeing you twist and tear away from dazzled slumber of staring at nothingness into a surprised response.

These two things do not fit together; however they are two parts of a whole that makes up Squiggles - a pseudonatural doppelganger.

Its story is long and full of plot holes but somehow an ordinary friendly neighbourhood doppelganger accidentally swallowed an alienist - the sudden clarity of insanity flooded its mind and it was sucked mostly out of its own will into the Far Realm where flesh was warped and mind was torn only to be rebuilt as a glorious fortress to bubbling, frothing and screaming insanity.

When it loses cohesion and stops pretending to be an ordinary gentleman or a wicked little catgirl the true form of the twisted corrupted beast is that of a sea of tendrils quite numerous in sizes and shapes - most of them being smooth featureless inky black tentacles of varying girth and puckered holes oozing vanilla scented creamy droplets of its seed from the tips; perhaps even some tasty secret surprises if someone accidentally got it aroused.

And it is those tentacles that can chameleon themselves to look like skin, cloth or even metallic substances by coiling around one another to form patterns that are giving this ex-doppelganger new and unimaginable powers of self-and-other-delusion.

However, even a tentacle monster can have loftier aspirations than wandering around the shrubbery of society raping its way and breeding any man, woman or animal that happened on the path of its whipping tendrils. For all intents and purposes, Squiggles has evolved throughout the long years of its existence to be more than it was corrupted to be - more than anyone could ever fathom it to be.

A parent.

The absurd notion that someone would be crazy enough to fall to the wiles of the be-tentacled monstrosity, love it in return and live endless days of corruption turning from what they were into a tentacle queen perverted by the nature of the Far Realm, is bizarre and does not sit well on the thoughts of any sane individual. The only questions remaining are...

... why did they procreate?! AND HOW?!

Miscellaneous Info:
I am tell friendly to a point - just do not go too overboard or it might devolve into a disinterest like all good things in life. Moderation is the key to safe sex. I have also a wide and tasteless range of likes and some minor dislikes that dont really matter in this context - if you are reading this far you pretty much know what you're going to get with Squiggles, consider it a last resort option after all the good men are taken. And women. And cock-girls. And cock-girls-with-extra-tentacles. My only real zinger is that I hope for excellence when it comes to roleplaying sexual content, proper punctuation, capitalization and the skill or desire to write imaginative and non-robotic encounters.

Bonus Points For Reading This Far:
The password is emergency induction port!

Theme Song:
Coin Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls

Word Of The Day:
"Interfemoral Coitus"