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((This blog is still in the process of moving/changing stories and whatnot))

((But!))

((Newegg was having a sale on the Nintendo Switch for $249.00 before tax (US based, can only ship inside the US), and uh

I may have made the most expensive impulse buy ever. Is it really an impulse buy if I’ve been wanting it for, like, six months, though? $249′s the cheapest I’ve ever seen it, and I work call center for a store that sells them

The only problem I really foresee myself having with this is that I don’t really have enough internet to play online all the time))

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((This blog is now being serviced))

((Due to the recent Octo-Expansion and a certain someone not giving up on my muse popular demand, this blog is getting a bit of a reboot.

Firstly, I’m going to set this blog up as a primary! I’ll drop the link soon, but no work has been done over on that end. Please have patience!

Secondly, regarding the work that’s going to go in to the refurbished blog, there are going to be some story overhauls based on head-cannon I developed after watching the DLC trailer. And some art to go along with it! I finally got my things together and got a tablet! I was never really happy with the layout of either @dauniiurchin (my Spyke/Murch blog) or this blog, so hopefully I can also iron all of that out.

As an itemized list:

Move blogs over to the new URL’s (the Amatanis’/OCs’ blog will be the primary, and Spyke/Murch’s blog will be a secondary off of that).

Find better blog infrastructure

Re-work the Amatanis’ story with the new headcannon/information.

Make some digital art

Quite the list, but I can get it done! I’ll see y’all on the other side!))

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squidifighter64:

Tobu stretched her fingers and sat back. “Yeah, you too.” she huffed, giving a thumbs up for him before stretching her hands. its a high energy instrument she plays. 

After a deep, content sigh, Yoro leaned back against a wall. “So, Tobu, what’s got ya’ back here, anyways?” Her talent- not only to play the unusual instrument, but to adapt her play style to what Yoro was rapping about- was profound, to put it lightly. Classical composers normally had to train for decades to get that kind of emotive musicality, the talented ones a few years. Why wasn’t she up there with them?

Mash up

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askdjoctavio:

Octavio notice them step back a bit, he could tell they were scared of him.

Although it wasn’t uncommon for people to cower before him there was something familiar about this one, but what?   As the general walked closer there was something menacing about how he moved. The lighting in the room made his shadow seem almost larger than life- or the size of his ego instead if you wanted to crack a joke, it didn’t help that he was twice the height of a normal octoling due to him being outside his octopus form which his more known appearance. “The vents ain’t meant to be climbed in kiddo, even if they were I have bigger priorities.” The shogun walked a bit closer and bent down, he lifted up his shutter shades so he could get a better look at the octoling before him.

As he did the octarian seemed to gasp in shock- however his expression quickly shifted to rage. “Oh, it’s YOU! You were that octoling who didn’t want to cooperate in my mind control project!”

Before the traitor could reply Octavio super jumped across the room to grab the Octobrush he had set down and then swiftly jumped back. He pointed his weapon to Yorosuke, the most intense scowl was on his face as he did so. “You have some nerve coming back to octarian lands after bailing on me, I hate when promising artists can’t be a team player and help me with my goals to make octarian lives better!”

“Aah!” Yoro let out as the DJ pointed the weapon at him. Of all the things Yoro had forgotten to bring, it was a weapon- and thus, a fair fight. Consequently, Yoro turned towards the door, and started running like shell. The only thing further that Yoro had to say to Octavio was the sharp taking noise as his suckers went into overtime to scramble him away.

All of the words Yoro had for Octavio, on the other hand, were swimming around his head. If you’re trying to make the world better for the Octarians, why brainwash them at all? But, of course, arguing with crazy wouldn’t ever get you very far. Yoro switched to his biped form after a while of scuttling about, and ran like crazy.

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squidifighter64:

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Yoro let his head bob a bit to the tune Tobu was setting up. The samples seemed to lend themselves to tunes a bit lighter than he was used to, and it took him a little bit to get started. When he did, his rap style was fast, and focused on conversation rather than emphasis on beat or syllabic pattern. Something about staying comfortable, like treating himself to junk food and staying curled up all day away from the rest of the world.

Tobu got behind this, playing samples from relaxing things like rain over a drum beat.

Through his rapping, Yoro couldn’t help but smile. Man, this was great! How long had it been since he had made music with anyone? Let alone rap?

As the tune wound down, Yoro gave a content huff- almost a chuckle. “Nice! That was awesome, Tobu!” He stretched his arms and chest out a bit. He knew he was a bit rusty, but he had figured he would have been stiff in the mouth, not stiff in the lungs.

Mash up

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merc9andazombie:

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Sucker was surprised as Galleon revealed his arm. Back when sucker was just the type of Octoling he was- back when they were in boot camp- there weren’t enough supplies to go around, and even they had received better care! They were worried how Matsuko would handle seeing hardship, and made a quick glance in her direction.

To their surprise, Matsuko had raised a curled hand to her mouth. She wasn’t trying to hold back any visible emotions, as far as Sucker could tell- she was thinking. As Matsuko assessed the situation with careful eyes flicking about, Sucker couldn’t help but be reminded of Kuchinoko. But would the madam of the house have applied herself to this situation?

“Now, don’t count your Salmonoids before they hatch. What all do you need from this place?” She gave a final, more obvious sweep of the area. She had just been in one room, so far, but given how stingy his mother sounded, Matsuko couldn’t fathom Galleon having all that much to his name. “Sucker could probably carry it all. Let’s hop this deck!”

“N-nothing really…”  Galleon went to his room, which had a mattress on the floor, an old pillow, and a blanket.  He took a shopping bag, packing the few clothes that did not have holes in them.  He folded up the walker; he did need that.  He would be using his crutches, and Galleon tossed the jar of change into the bag.  From the kitchen, a jar of dry beans, and the box of powdered milk packets. 

Galleon only paused at the one item he must leave behind: the piano.  It wasn’t a spectacular piece, but it had been his only companion since he was left at this house.  He nodded to it, and slung his meager bag over his shoulder.  Packing had only taken him several minutes, a clue to what little he had.

“Sorry…”  Galleon wiped his brow, exhausted and shaking.  Sweat ran down his face, and his hands were clammy.  He had moved too much, too fast, and again, a fever was taking hold.

“Okay,” Matsuko mused, still a little contemplative in her tone of voice. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a walk, so... hmm....” The major problem that she saw right this red-hot moment was that Galleon was exhausted after.... what, maybe 15 minutes of exercise? It was an hour and a half walk back to her place, not using any of the kettles. Could he use them? Ah, but the kettles were a main thoroughfare throughout Octo-turf, and she’s probably get noticed if she used them. Unless.... “Do you mind if Sucker carries your things?”

Sucker, on their little, stubby legs, squared up, indicating that they were ready to perform the task imposed on them.

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((Large Pictures Under Cut))

((So ye, that’s where I’ve been, aside from school and work! :>

I may have given the idea of an OK KO OC a bit of a thought, but considering how slow I can be with these blogs, I may not capitalize on him?? ? IDK))

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squidifighter64:

“Tobu.” She seemed to be busying herself with setting up a laptop and a device with buttons. She wasn’t ever one for conversation, and it seemed to her that it would be more painless to just get on with it.

Soon she is drumming on the buttons, causing them to light up, and samples to play.

Yoro let his head bob a bit to the tune Tobu was setting up. The samples seemed to lend themselves to tunes a bit lighter than he was used to, and it took him a little bit to get started.

When he did, his rap style was fast, and focused on conversation rather than emphasis on beat or syllabic pattern. Something about staying comfortable, like treating himself to junk food and staying curled up all day away from the rest of the world.

Mash up

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welcometogrizzco:

 “ I see. “  Grizz looks over at the kid. Doesn’t exactly look like someone who is wanted, then again… he is hiding out in a cave. Hm, a good place for those who aren’t welcome here to hide out, himself included.  “ Don’t worry, kid. Ain’t gonna do anything. “  Of course, he leaves out that he’s wanted as well. Grizz is likely even more wanted than this kid is.

     Grizz leans back, relaxing further. With this kid a fugitive as well there’s a lesser chance of him turning Grizz in, which he is thankful for. But at the same time, he can’t let his guard down completely. This kid is still a stranger after all.

Right, pulling a gun on me earlier was... so totally not doing anything. Yoro tries his hardest to keep the sentiment all in his head, but a subtle back-and-forth toss of the head betrays his apparent trust in the other. To try and hide it, or simply hand-wave it away, Yoro settles back into his work.

The interior of the cave is roughly finished- hardly modified at all, save for a leveled off floor, a few missing stalactites, and a few obvious cubbies and a door way. It looks like this was a tiny cave that the Octarians decided to build into; the actual cavern that the two are in only take up a little more square feet than, say, a lower deck on a sailboat. The doorway that leads back into the (presumably Octo-made) cave has cobwebs front and center, as if Yoro hasn’t gone back there in a while.

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merc9andazombie:

“I-I don’t know.” Galleon pulled a baggy sleeve back, revealing a dull, thin arm underneath.  “B-but my clothes feel too b-big.  They hadn’t before…  I haven’t ha-had mmmmedicine for m-months.  I need en-enzymes…”  His speech broke as he wiped his eyes again,  “…I wanted to ssssee s-someone before this ha-happens.  I’mmm already dead to Mmom.  Been s-since se-sevent-teen.”

 Galleon looked out the bay window, and sighed.  “I w-won’t see Spring…”

This was why he had invited Matsuko and Sucker.

He knew he was dying from the sheer neglect he had faced.

Sucker was surprised as Galleon revealed his arm. Back when sucker was just the type of Octoling he was- back when they were in boot camp- there weren’t enough supplies to go around, and even they had received better care! They were worried how Matsuko would handle seeing hardship, and made a quick glance in her direction.

To their surprise, Matsuko had raised a curled hand to her mouth. She wasn’t trying to hold back any visible emotions, as far as Sucker could tell- she was thinking. As Matsuko assessed the situation with careful eyes flicking about, Sucker couldn’t help but be reminded of Kuchinoko. But would the madam of the house have applied herself to this situation?

“Now, don’t count your Salmonoids before they hatch. What all do you need from this place?” She gave a final, more obvious sweep of the area. She had just been in one room, so far, but given how stingy his mother sounded, Matsuko couldn’t fathom Galleon having all that much to his name. “Sucker could probably carry it all. Let’s hop this deck!”

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askdjoctavio:

Octavio hung up the phone and sighed, he felt bad for exaggerating Project Scrappy’s progress to his Co-Star. The OctoPup’s been doing dreadfully, his wheels keep breaking off and if that’s not a bad sign he had no idea what was!

The Shogun jumped as he heard something fall from the ceiling, picking up his octobrush he headed over in the direction, seeing a famillar octoling in front of him.

He recognized them from somewhere but couldn’t place it, may as well play it cool. “Hey kid, ‘splain what you’re doin’ here?” His tone was mild but visibly annoyed by the unwelcome company.

“Oh, y’know,” Yoro started as his eyes darted around, as if the answer were on the wall, or on the floor, or maybe the ceiling. He gestured with a tentacle that wasn’t normally associated with the arm. Octavio had referred to him as kid, after all- maybe the shogun didn’t recognize him? Yoro hoped for the unlikely, and hid the main visual cue that would give him away, the tentacle that was supposed to shift into his right arm. A telling prosthetic glove. “Things?”

It was a horrible save, he knew, and he started slowly crawling backwards. As soon as Octavio turned hostile- a matter of when, at this point- Yoro wanted to have every inch on this guy that he could. “Y’know, your duct-work is, like, super rusty, and you may want to have someone look into it, yeah?”

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Reblog if you are looking for new ships right now!

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send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse

If a multimuse, specify which muse

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I Swear This Is An RP Blog: A Musical 

Featuring such hits as

Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind

What Was The Plot of This RP Again?

Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog

And the ever classic

I’m a Lazy Bastard

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JANUARY POSITIVITY MEME

IT’S JANUARY! For Gregarian purposes, this is the FIRST MONTH of the year. This positivity meme is going to be all about FIRSTS. 

ONE: Positivity for the first person who comes up when you do @ and the first letter of your name/alias 

UNO: Positivity for the first person who comes up when you do @ and the first letter of your muse’s name/alias

UN: Positivity for the first person you remember shipping with ( in general or on this muse )

EINS: Positivity for the first person who messaged you in 2018

ETT: Positivity for the first person who comes up when you do @ and your favorite letter

UNUS: Positivity for the first person to come up on your dash. 

ODIN: Positivity for the first person listed on your “top fans” thing. 

JEDEN: Positivity for the first person you think of. 

EÎS: Positivity for someone you remember from when you first started your blog. 

YKSI: Positivity for someone who has been one of your first writing partners, either on this blog or in general

BAT: Positivity for the first person to come up when you do @ and the letter F

EKAB: Positivity for for the first person to come up when you do @ and the letter O

MOJA: Positivity for the top person in your activity bar

WAHED: Reblog the first mutual’s promo you see with something nice in the tags. 

ENA: Comment or message the first person’s OOC post you see with something positive or nice about that person. 

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Just a PSA

Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.

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Christmas Mistletoe.

Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box. ;)