#Cause the squid hat

[duckgremlin]

It’s my birthday!!!!!! :D

I got a cool squid hat that I love with all my heart

I got lazy and didn’t want to like really color it so I just slapped some colors about and gave it the thumbs up

[prisma-clr]

I’m sorry but the Squid Sisters Amiibo gear is lazy. I know a lot of people wanted the 3 Torn Gear, but the Captain one is pure laziness and not needed.

Squid Sisters hasn’t gotten any fucking gear to themselves at all. OTH has gotten two replica sets now and even Deep Cut got one. They both also got shoes based on them for the special splatfests.

I’m still getting the Amiibos cause I collect them but fuck I’m disappointed and upset now.

[sleepycyborgz]

A doodle of a really old OC I’ve had for a long time look at her go!

[marlynnofmany]

Accidental Training

The animal cargo of the day was large and honking, but it seemed well-mannered enough. Picture a sea lion with tiny scales instead of fur, dark gray on top and speckled pale underneath. Bobbing its head in curiosity at the cargo bay and the people in it. The squid-shaped clients maneuvering the cage into place didn’t rate a second look, but they were probably familiar and boring.

Captain Sunlight, with her lemon-yellow scales and dignified lizardperson demeanor, got a lot of attention. She ignored the honks as she finished business with the clients.

Then I stepped up to see what kind of creature I’d be in charge of for this trip, and it exploded in excitement like a 500-pound puppy, dancing in place on its flippers and honking up a storm.

One of the clients said, “It does that sometimes. Have a good flight,” then waved a tentacle and left.

Captain Sunlight squinted at the cage like she would have liked to cover her earholes but wanted to put on a strong front. Instead she looked up at me and said, “Good thing this is a short journey. It seems to like you, though.”

“I see that,” I said, waggling my fingers at it, which just made it honk louder. “Did they tell us a name for it?”

She consulted the information on her tablet while the excitable creature continued to hop around. “Looks like his name is Freckles.”

“That’s adorable,” I said. “Hi, Freckles! Are you a good boy? Yes? Are you so excited that you could break a weaker travel cage than this? Yes you are!” I pressed my hands to my knees in classic talking-to-puppy fashion, which did nothing for the noise levels in the room.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Captain Sunlight told me. “The hover setting for the cage is turned off; it’s clamped in place; the food and supplies are here; we’ll take off shortly.”

“Got it,” I said with a wave as she left. There was a chance that Freckles would calm down if I left too, but he seemed equally likely to make lonely wails if left alone, and anyways this was the reason I’d been hired in the first place. Nobody else on the courier ship knew the first thing about animals. “All right, Freckles, are you ready to travel through space? Is that new for you? You look like you’re in good shape. Let’s aim for no medical emergencies on this trip.”

Freckles honked once, which I took for a yes. He bobbed up and down like a dog inviting another to play.

I copied the move, and he did it again. I lifted one foot, and he did the same, honking happily.

“Good boy! I’ll bet you make your people proud by holding still for tooth-brushing, don’t you? Lemme see your teeth. Ahhh.” I opened my mouth as an example.

With a similar noise, the clever animal copied the motion. His teeth looked clean enough, with none discolored or missing, and he even stuck his tongue out for a good look when prompted. I found a nearly-empty container of treats among the supplies, and rewarded him for good behavior.

“Good job. What else should we check? Can you show me your flipper? And turn like this? Very good. And like that?”

He could and did, visibly happy with the praise and treats. He was a little calmer now that there was something specific to do.

The engines started up with a quiet rumble, which caused him a moment of anxiety, but he was happily distracted when I started echoing his honks back at him.

If this had been an inanimate cargo, I would have left the cargo bay already, but I had nothing more important to do. My job today was to keep an eye on this guy. So I prompted him to do more beneficial tricks, then when the treats ran out, I decided the container made a fine toy.

“Hey look, a hat,” I told him as I put the lid on my head. The container was a mostly-round thing that twisted apart into two equal halves. That meant Freckles got a hat too. And he was so happy about it when I stuck it between the bars.

Only one coworker walked past the door while I was entertaining the cargo: Mur the Strongarm, who looked much like the people who’d brought Freckles onboard. Mur paused, saying nothing. Freckles ignored him, dancing from side to side while wearing his jaunty new hat.

I held my own pose, one foot in the air, arms spread. “Yes?”

“Nothing,” Mur said. “Nothing at all.” He continued on his way.

“You’re welcome to join us!” I called after him.

“No thanks. I’m good.”

The short trip was pretty fun. Freckles was particularly taken by the discovery that his honks echoed when the container covered his snout. He could even balance it on his flipper like a hand, taking it on and off to test the difference in sounds. When I did the same and then gave him another treat from a fresh container, he pranced in place and slapped his flippers together.

As it turned out, he was good at repeating patterns too. We did some clapping games of the sort that human toddlers love, then I found a ball among the supplies and we were all set for the rest of the trip. It was even the squishy kind that glorped between the bars instead of bouncing off, which was perfect. We played an entertaining game of catch until the engine noises changed into landing sounds.

I was honestly surprised the trip was over. The captain came back in to meet the clients who were here for pickup, and I made sure to pack away everything into the supplies. Freckles made a sad honk when I took the container back, but I gave him one last treat, and that made up for it.

These two clients looked much like the last, though one was carrying a bag from the shopping trip they’d done on the way here. They were also more talkative than the other ones.

“…Had to stop by the battery shop for three different kinds of chargers, then the feed store for more of the special diet that our oldest animal takes, and there was so much traffic!” The one typing information into the payment screen didn’t stop for breath, waving several tentacles as she talked.

“I’m just glad there was a mask attachment of the right size in stock,” said the one with the bag. “Getting Freckles his air vitamins is going to be hard enough as it is.” He pulled something from the bag: a long tube with a concave shape at one end. “What do you think, Freckles? Can this be easy for once?”

Freckles honked, which could have meant anything.

I looked at the mask. “What does he usually do when you have to give him air vitamins?”

The Strongarm sighed like a deflating balloon. “He just doesn’t want it anywhere near his face. He seems to think it’s a game to avoid it, which is fun for him but incredibly tiresome for everyone else.”

“Have you tried making it a different game?” I asked, starting to smile.

“Like what?”

“Can I see that for a moment?” When he passed it over, I got the container of treats and rattled it for Freckles’ attention, then took a position in front of the cage. I held the mask in front of my own face. “Hey Freckles. Honk honk.”

He of course honked happily and shoved his nose through the bars, eager for his turn. I settled it against his snout — perfect fit — and he honked away. I pulled the mask back and gave him a treat, then turned to beam at the clients.

“What! He’s never done that!” said the one.

“How did you train him to do that?” demanded the other.

“Honestly, I wasn’t trying to,” I admitted. “But he’s very smart. He seems to like copying motions, and he’s definitely food-motivated.”

“Oh yes, those are the good treats,” said the client with the bag. “The new kind that my cousin’s book club host recommended.”

I handed back the mask. “Then you might keep these in reserve for important things, like rewarding him for taking his air vitamins. Though given how much he’s enjoying the new game, you might not even need to.”

The clients were overjoyed. They thanked me, thanked Captain Sunlight, and showered Freckles with praise as they unclamped the cage and started up its hover function. We helped them down the ramp, then they waved off any further assistance on the way to a flatbed skimmer with a loading arm. The guy with the bag of shopping struggled just a bit managing all the supplies too, but neither Captain Sunlight nor I were about to insult a Strongarm by suggesting they needed help carrying something. So we just waved our goodbyes and made sure they got everything loaded onto the skimmer before we closed the cargo bay door.

“Bye, Freckles!” I called as it closed. I heard one last honk, which I decided sounded excited about the skimmer ride to come.

“Well,” said Captain Sunlight. “That was fortunate. Good job.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I think they’ll all enjoy the vitamin process more now, especially Freckles.”

We walked through the empty cargo bay to the hall, where Paint met us, with confusion on her scaly orange face and a jar lid in her hands.

“Mur said to give this to you?” she said, holding it out to me.

I laughed. “Mur thinks he’s very funny.” I dutifully set it on my head. “Yes, the height of fashion. But I think it would look better on him. You can tell him I said so.”

“Okay,” Paint said, taking the lid back. “Why?”

Captain Sunlight huffed a laugh and headed off to the cockpit while I began the explanation of how I’d spent the recent flight.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[drawn-corrosion]

OHOH OH SINCE REQUESTS ARE OPEN CAN I REQUEST RICK HOLDING A SPLATOON SQUID PLUSH? OR THE LIZARD FORM WEARING A TOP HAT SAME WAY HE DID IN ONE OF THE CUSTOM DOODLES FOR THE PHYSICAL COPY OF THE BOOK? and am I allowed by any chance to request a lot of stuff? Cause I have some other ideas probably

sorry this one took a little while, but I think it turned out pretty good! I thought both ideas were fun and decided to use them as a chance to test out colored lineart and layering. feel free to request lots of things, my inbox is currently empty so I wouldn't mind a bit of a backlog for when I run out of ideas. sketch below the cut!

while rick shades in his myriad forms is the easiest for me to draw I can also depict molly, sylvie, mera, indus, trixie, phoenica, naven, and stink! that isn't to say I can't draw any of the others, I just haven't tried yet and any requests involving them will take extra time. I've also got a requests page on the website ver, so check that out for more specific info.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello there!

The first thing that I wanted to say was that today is my birthday! 🎂

It's irrelevant, but anyways... I read an earlier post, and I wanted to make an early birthday request.

Can I please request general headcannons of Headphones from the Splatoon manga? (Platonic/Romantic.)

She's my favorite, and apparently, she is 21 in Splatoon 3, so that's a cool little detail.

Sorry if this was made a little late, I have a lot of work to do, and I won't be able to make the request period tomorrow.

Still, I appreciate you reading this. Thank you, and have a good day/night!

Happy (really) late birthday! Sorry I never got to this immediately, I hope you can take it now :(? Hope you enjoy :D! I haven't started Splatlands so this is just a general concept where you're both at least 18.

Yandere! Headphones Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Jealousy, Stalking, Social isolation, Clingy behavior, Dubious Companionship/Relationship.

Headphones is down-to-earth and one of the most reasonable members of Blue Team.

She's serious like Specs while Goggles and Bobble Hat are often goofy and carefree.

However... she's often easily worried and easily intimidated.

Later on she's more determined and confident but can have her moments.

On her team she's usually the long distance player, specializing in Splat-Chargers and Squiffers.

She acts like an older sibling of the group, often looking out for everyone during battles and other adventures.

Maybe for this concept your bond starts with you being part of Blue Team.

You aren't a main member, but you are childhood friends with them.

If one of them can't make it to a Turf War or Ranked Battle, you'll step in.

Headphones looks after you when you're one her team and off it.

If she can't be near you in a Turf War, she invites you to watch.

If she isn't in a battle, she takes some time away from her team to hang out with you or invites you to join her and the rest of your friends.

She seems like she'd always be overprotective with you.

Even when you're all adults now.

I don't imagine Splatoon yanderes are all that intense to write. (I'm known to keep things as close to canon as possible)

But I can imagine some petty things happening between rivals.

Especially if two Inklings/Octolings are put on opposite teams.

For example, since Headphones sees herself as such a close friend to you, she'd get into fights with friends you have on other teams.

You'll be in a Turf War with a friend from another team, only for Headphones to target them the whole time.

I mean... even if you're just watching she's ruthless.

That's the most I can see Splatoon rivalries going without going into darker and OOC territory.

Headphones would do really petty things if you're too close to others.

Like, she's normally really level-headed... but I can imagine her being passive aggressive.

Headphones tends to like music, she'd probably listen to the Squid Sisters with you.

If you had any music you liked she'd do her best to listen to it.

Sometimes hanging out with one another just includes listening to music and talking.

If you two were on opposite teams in a Turf War, she'd want to go easy on you.

If she can't then she checks in with you after the battle to see if you're okay.

Now while she gets jealous of you hanging out with other friends on different teams... she will defend you if anyone tried to harm you in anyway.

For example, maybe someone like Emperor or Vintage is a bit too harsh on you?

Headphones quickly steps in to defend you, even if you didn't ask for it.

No matter the intentions, she really defends you and your happiness.

She wants you to have fun and she wants to (hopefully) be the cause of such happiness.

Although, you could say that her attempts appear to isolate you.

Her being so protective and jealous of anyone near you but Blue Team harms you more than helps you.

Headphones may not even realize what she's doing is bad.

She's... just so used to looking out for others since you all were young.

She forgets you're all not children or teens anymore.

By the time her obsession peaks you're all adults.

Yet she still treats you like a kid she has to care for.

Her obsession definitely doesn't happen on purpose.

She doesn't even acknowledge it half the time.

She wouldn't do anything like kidnap (Squidnap...?) or murder.

She's more like... an overbearing friend.

It doesn't matter if she sees you like a sibling or even has a crush on you.

She's unintentionally suffocating even when she's oblivious to it.

The times she does catch herself is when she finds herself following you around.

Specs notices this and asks about it, which makes Headphones pause.

Yeah... why does she keep following you around?

Is she really that worried about safety... or is it something else?

Maybe deep down she worries you'll move on from Blue Team... maybe you'll move on from her and your other friends...

That would give some sort of explanation to the way she's been so hostile towards friends you make from other teams.

Don't even get me started on how she feels when she learns you have a crush on said other friends.

She will slowly isolate you without needing to lock you anywhere.

After all... you both might be unhappy at such an arrangement.

But... on the other hand...

She'd do anything to keep her most precious friend, right?

Overall, Headphones isn't violent or anything... but she is smothering and overly concerned.

Her obsession may very well come from the fear of you moving on from her and leaving Blue Team due to growing up...

So she plans to stick with you for as long as she can... she doesn't plan on leaving you or letting you leave. Ever. No matter what it takes.

"What do you mean you want to meet up with other friends...? I already made plans with you! Maybe another time... or I can come with?"

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

!!! <3

since you didn’t specify a ship, i assumed you wanted mumscott! hope that’s okay :3 (vote mumscott at @scottsmajorshipbracket and i’ll write you stuff!)

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Scott love autumn. Honestly, there wasn’t an aspect of it that didn’t appeal to him.

The temperature drops in numbers, a break from the Sun’s searing rays prior. The chill is a perfect excuse to knit an unreasonable amount of sweaters—whether it be for Mumbo or Gem and Impulse. (Mumbo tells Scott he has more than enough, which he struggles to believe. What’s a dozen hangers more?)

Dark green leaves brighten to oranges and yellows. With a new start, they sink from branches and pile onto sidewalks. Whenever he and Mumbo stumble upon one on their morning walks, Scott makes sure to take his time walking through the pile, relishing the crunch of leaves beneath his boot heels.

Apple picking allows Scott for a breather. He often finds himself cramped in his office, hunched over his laptop for hours on end. 

Luckily, his boyfriend has the better sense of self-preservation between the two, and commonly takes Scott for a walk to the orchard a couple blocks away. Picking apples from each tree relaxes him, and they offer brainstorms for new recipes.

And speaking of recipes—cooking! Don’t even get him started. Though Scott loves creating hats and sweaters, baking pastries is one of his comfort activities. Cinnamon muffins drizzled in blueberry glaze were his forte, and while he sieves the purée from the fruit’s skin, he can’t help to be grateful for Mumbo constantly tending to his garden.

And despite everything that makes Scott’s favorite season amazing, there’s one specific thing that stands out among others.

Fireflies churr softly, heating the air as they flicker about. From behind berry bushes, crickets chirp non-stop, it becomes drowned out from the rippling wind.Here he was, down on Earth. While he lightly sways on a hammock with Mumbo, Scott could practically see every constellation there was.

After trekking the grassy hill yards away from their house, the managed to set up the sling, wrapping the cords around two trees parallel to one another. Following a bit of struggle, the two managed to settle into the hammock together.

(They had more unsuccessful attempts than Scott would like to admit. Whenever Mumbo proceeded to sit after him, there’d be a shift of weight that would cause Scott to fall from his side. He’d be lying if he claimed his and Mumbo’s bodies weren’t shaking with laughter)

He lay against him, cheek pressed against the softness of Mumbo’s sweater. With his arms wrapped around his torso, Scott grins against his chest.

Rich, dark navy pooled above them, speckled in polar dots that formed various figures. The first Scott saw were two pointed boulders different in size connected to each other by a line.

Cetus, he believes it’s called.

His eyes shift to another. There’s a squid with a squared body, only three arms coming out of it. Scott isn’t so sure what it’s called.

From curled-up cats and ballerinas, to archers and swimmers, stars littered across the sky come together, embroidering pictures on dark felt. There’s only one word to describe this tapestry of stories. Beautiful.

Finally, his gaze meets a special one. To some, it’s nothing but a W, wide and lopsided. Just another meaningless marking found whenever you looked north.

But Scott? He knows exactly what its name is.

Cassiopeia.

The constellation of love. 

Scott tilts his head, allowing his eyes to shift to Mumbo. The gentle glow of the fireflies cast light over his face, soft smile on his lips visible as he gazed at the stars

There’s a warmth that floods his chest—one cozier than the crisp air. Scott shifts and reaches up to brush a stray curl from Mumbo’s forehead. The other looks at him, confused for a moment, but the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles once more.

And, oh, Scott isn’t sure he can resist anymore.

So he leans up, their lips meeting, soft and tender and just as familiar as leaves crunched beneath their feet, or the scent of apples wafting in the air.

As the other smiles into the kiss, Scott’s arms shift to wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the cotton of the sweater he knitted for Mumbo. 

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and on ao3!

[80ssuperstar]

Here's another Story Script I wanted to do which is a part from Madagascar Escape 2 Africa 🌍 When Alex and Marty tries to find the Water from the Humans and Gloria Rescuing Melman from the Volcano Sacrifice 🔥

This Time I want to change the characters from Regular Show which is the following:

Benson as Alex

Rigby as Marty

Mordecai as Melman

Samantha ( @80ssuperstar ) as Gloria

Hot Dog Leader as King Julien

Fat Hot Dog as Maurice

"Operation Water Rescue: The Volcano Dilemma"

[In the woods, Benson and Rigby go to look for the clog.]

Rigby: Is this place starting to freak you out?

Benson: We'll slip in, find the problem. Hunters will never know we were here.

Rigby: Why are we doing this?

Benson: Look Rigby, maybe my dad will think I'm... I just want to show him I'm a real Boss.

Rigby: As opposed to a chocolate Boss.

Benson: Shh. I know this may sound hard to believe; but apparently, Bosses don't dance.

Rigby: [shocked] WHAT?!?

Benson: SHH!! As far as my dad is concerned.

Rigby: As far as people are concerned, you're a huge hit.

Benson: That was California. This is Africa... it's much tougher crowd. Rigby! Rigby, this is it! This is the clog! Come on.

Rigby: Well, there's the water.

(Rigby drinks some of the water. While Rigby is drinking the water, Benson notices Nana)

Benson: Rigby, stay down. Look at that.

Nana: Knit one, purl two.

Benson: It's her.

Man: Is this right?

Nana: Very good.

Man: Nana, slow down.

Nana: You're a little tangled, aren't you? No, don't pull. I'll do it.

Benson: We need dynamite. Got any dynamite?

Rigby: (loudly) Oh, snap! I just used my last stick this morning!

[Benson tells to quiet down, but an arrow hits the fruit hat of shame 🏹]

Rigby: Savages!

Benson: Evasive maneuvers!

Rigby: Serpentine, serpentine!

Benson: Squiggly squid maneuver!

Rigby: Zag, zig-zag, zig ziggy zag!

Benson: No, no! Squiggly squid!

Rigby: Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch!

Benson: That's too complex! Octopus, octopus!

Rigby: Benson!

Benson: Run, Rigby!

Rigby: Come on, I can't leave you here!

Benson: Go get help! Squiggly squid maneuver! Go! Go! Squiggly squid!

Rigby: ETCH A SKETCH!!! ETCH A SKETCH!!!

[The camera changes to the volcano where Mordecai, Wearing a White Orchid Flower Cowrie Shells Veil Headwear, 4 Flower Lei's, Black and White Feathers on his Ankles and Wrist, is about to go into the lava, but he is looking to the deep of the volcano.]

Mordecai: OK. OK, OK, OK. OK, here we go. OK, OK. Here we go! Here we go!

Joe: What's all the hoopla about?

Blue Jay: Joe?

Blue Jay 2: Joe the Witch Doctor? We thought you were dead!

Joe: So did I. Then I realized I'm covered in brown spots.

Blue Jay: So, Mordecai's not dying! [suddenly realizing the truth] Mordecai's not dying!

Blue Jay 1: Oh, no!

Samantha: Excuse me! Mordecai!! Move! Don't do this! Hot Dog Leader, stop this! This is crazy!

Hot Dog Leader: Oh, suddenly throwing a blue jay into a volcano to make water is crazy!

Samantha: Yes! Please, Mordecai! STOOOP!!!! 😱😱

Mordecai: Samantha? 😯

Samantha: You can't do this! 😭😭

Mordecai: Why not?

Samantha: Because...Oh! 😯😯

[But as she could finish, she trips which causes cracks to come out, Mordecai is shocked at what he's seeing, he runs up, but begins to fall. Samantha stops him from falling]

Samantha: You can't do this, Mordecai. 😢😢

Mordecai: First of all, that hurts. Second of all, I've only got 18 hours to live, anyway. 😢😢

Samantha: Mordecai, I gotta know...did you really mean those things you said about me? 🥹🥰

Mordecai: Of course I did. 🥲🥲

Samantha: That's crazy 😧😧

Mordecai: It Is? 😟😟

Samantha: It's crazy to think I had to go halfway around the world... to find out that the perfect guy for me lived right next door. 🥹🥹☺️😊

Mordecai: Then I guess it's you and me, neighbor. You and me for the next 18 hours. 😻😻😻

Samantha: I'll take whatever you got 🥹❤️🩵

Hot Dog Leader: WHOA WHOA WHOA Fat Hot Dog, what just happened?! 😱😱😱

Fat Hot Dog: I believe the Hot Sassy lady has sung. 😏❤️

HERE'S THE END TO THE PART! 〽️ I Hope you guys love it!!!

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For: @fxe4596 , @nicomxm23 , @mordorigs , @jgquintelslut , @pinkcandycatmakesart , @anifaz , @isrrael120 , @notadumbdog , @martingeekermmd , @eeveepalooza , @apollothedeity , @sidoresca , @siinhorhy , @insomniacz , @rhyliethecaterfly , @yeetafry , @at-weeb96 , @kiwithekool11437 , @kiko2032 , @orchestralauthor , @untitled14360 , @loudlyhappycupcake

[squidsponge]

Sims 4 CC: Bo-Katan and Mandalorian Nite Owl Armor Set

Beskar for all!

After years of being tired of seeing poor Bo stuck in Boba's ill fitting armor, while being impaled with a rocket she doesn't canonically wear, much misery in blender was had to ensure that bespoke armor for your Mandalorian ladies is finally here!

In a star system where pink martinis flow like molten steel, one woman, who was totally supposed to get her own armor in season five before Disney bought Lucasfilm (the design was awesome), and her sister took what little intel they could scrape from the son of a time traveling himbo in gleaming beskar, and decided to bury the hatchet.

Did a terrible fate befall the Wren family during The Great Purge, causing Sabine to shed her armor and forlornly grow her hair out?

Din really has no idea who that is, sorry-

But in a better galaxy where Jango's sons all have a different explanation for what happened to the beloved Chancellor of the Republic and the only Duchess is a woman who is happy to grant her sister control over Mandalore's defenses if it means no more of Koska's bottomless rootbeer floats, we'll never find out.

I'll be making a version of the armor with rain ponchos, as well as a set of forehead braids for Koska and finishing up Bo's headset, so stay tuned for that :)

MANDALORIAN NITE OWL ARMOR SET

New Meshes, three different armor styles

Handpainted textures

Everyday, formal, athletic, party, hot and cold weather, and Batuu

Can be found in outerwear and jumpsuits

Helmets are in brimless hats

Custom thumbnails to make them easy to find

Public on June 23/23

DOWNLOAD

You can follow the squid's cc tag for more updates :)

@beskarblondie

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech Bloom Birthday Voice Lines

When Summoned: Aha. I'm all ready to go, but is the party ready for me?

Summon Line: I wonder how many people are gonna wish me a happy birthday today～ I think I'll just fly around campus and find some randos to give me stuff.

Groooovy!!: Time for the main event! I'll make sure to skim right over your head when I fly. You can't wait, can you?

Home: Hm, what kind of magic should I use?

Home Idle 1: I'd never get bored of getting presents. And different people'll give totally different things, too. I think I'll go 'round and get some more gifts～

Home Idle 2: I mean, it's fine that Mama calls on my birthday and all, but she just keeps talking on and on and on. I'm so bored of hearing all her stories of when I was a kid, already.

Home Idle 3: When I went to Kobanzame-chan for a present, he said he couldn't do anything expensive. Mmm, maybe I'll just have him do my shift work then.

Home Idle - Login: I'm totally in a great mood today! It'd be a waste to spend the day sleeping, so we're gonna party from morning to night.

Home Idle - Groovy: I'm so jealous, Clione-chan can fly without a broom～ Must be nice to be able to fly wherever he wants whenever he wants.

Home Tap 1: This hat's great, don'tcha think? I super like the pointed top! It's so funny, 'cause it looks like the head of a squid.

Home Tap 2: Jade 'n me exchanged shoes as our gifts to each other, and it was a total win. Look at the design on the soles, it's so slick and super cool!

Home Tap 3: Uh-huuuh, so these are the flowers that're supposed to represent me, huh. Not like I had any high expectations or anything, but I guess these surface flora ain't so bad.

Home Tap 4: Wani-chan got me a ton of takoyaki, but... Man, he doesn't get it at all. The best kind of takoyaki are the freshly made ones.

Home Tap 5: Aha, thanks for wishing me a happy birthday over and over again～ That means you're getting me a present for each time, right?

Home Tap - Groovy: Today's my birthday, so eeeeverybody's gonna do whatever I say. Obviously, you'll listen to me too, right?

Duo: [FLOYD]: Think of something fun for me to do, Clione-chan! [ORTHO]: Now searching for ways for Floyd-san to enjoy himself～

Birthday Login Message: Ah, hey, it's Koebi-chan. So you're gonna give me whatever I want as a present? Then, tell me a fun story you know from up here on the surface. ...What, you weren't expecting me to ask for somethin' intangible? I mean, this is waaay better than getting somethin' I don't need. But I ain't gonna let it slide if you tell me a boring story. Mmkay, you can go ahead and start now～

Requested by Anonymous.

[cruiserbloke]

Scars first pirate stream events

First half :]

-HATSSSS OH SO MANY HATS

-CPK???

-Scar being shocked by Cleos new skin is amazing

-Owen was Steve for a little that was odd

-Idk why the Herons didn't enlist Scar he's clearly good with a rapier

-The sun coming up just as Scar finished the beer and him being like "Ooo the world's so bright & colorful" was awesome

-"I want to sink Tubbos boat. That's my goal. That's my goal. That's my goal. I'm not drunk!" W Scar quote

-Herons = Heroins???

-WAIT CPK WASNT AN NPC HES JUST CREEPY WHAT

-Whats with his voice

-CPK sit down story time let's go

-"Yeah I'd let my family... Go down with the ship I choose money" GODDAMN SCAR

-Also Kestrels let's go

-Scar telling 2 people who don't play mcc and 1 with only 1 win (Puffy) they need an mcc coin to talk to Callum was hilarious

-Are the fishes Cod King heads that's amazing

-Acho "So what you need to do is type slash"

Apokuna "Oh I like slashing" *Draws sword*

-REDDOONS & TUBBO

-Scar V Tubbo ship race let's goooooooooo

-Scar drinks ale and just starts floating and Bek just has to stand their

-Just like the life series you can't trust people with red names

-Scar just noped out their too

-Scar not knowing what his name is with Aimsey is brilliant

-Aimsey was gonna come by later to name the squid but I have a feeling she won't get the chance..

-Scar making fun of the traders prices for useless stuff like I don't think he can talk

-I love Puffy & Scars interaction

-Also his instant unease when she's a red name Kite is great

-Scar has such a tragic backstory

-HE KILLED TYCOON SCAR NOOOOOO

-Olis a Kestrel & Red & Tubbo are Kites?

-Oli do be looking fly

-I get Scar loves money but he would make an amazing Kite he loves threatening people and he got all his hats from killing sooo

-Pirate ASMR shop???

-Acho tryna gaslight Scar into getting "his" boat

-Oh wait he was confused nevermind

-THEY DO BE SAILING

-The waves actually look sick

-Olis got himself a wife

- Wait I forgot Sausage is a Kestrel too!

-MARTYNS ALSO A KESTREL??

-Scar pulling out a knife when Bek does cause he ain't having none of that bs

-Sausage is the best Kestrel leader

-Guqqies an elitist????

-Yooooo Kyle's also a Kestrel

-Woahhhh Sausage searching for the coin Scar put in CPK is interesting

-SCAR FOUND JELLIE

-& JELLIE LEADS THE KESTRELS!!!!

[catluniscia]

Squizard marked

So in the late cretaceous period there was a time where squids had like wizards hats made of cartlage? Bone? I can't find the tweet that inspired me atm. So my little brain went. "Aw squid with a wizard hat...which caused me to make this little guy who is just a squid wizard or as my friends called him Squizard! he is just doing his best and hopefully when you see this it gives you a little smile and a good day.

[flyingspicerack]

Inside Job Pt2Ep3 Myc Analysis Pt1

ALRIGHT FUCKERS! AS THE OFFICAL CEO OF MYC ITS TIME i GIVE YOU MY BREAKDOWN ON EP 3 BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WILL!!!!!

THIS IS GONNA BE A BIGGUN AND PRETTY MUCH A PLAY BY PLAY SO STRAP IN!!!

The way he's clinging to the rope here? Oh so cute. But also! Very telling of how he's able to distribute his weight? Body and tendrils seem much like.... idk squid/octopus like? Also in this scene, all of the insults he throws around <3 He's such a catty little bitch I also love that Gigi is the one he doesn't insult the most through the ep? Like I know everyone is like OMG ANDRE AND MYC are such good 'friends' and all that (yes i am one of those too) but we see in pt1 that Myc and Gigi hang out a fair bit and I like to think he's got like, a respect for her? Idk

The fucking way the little itty bitty orb inside his orb gets smaller when the flashlight from the security guard hits him is so brief but oh so important to me, oh my GOD this little bit of detail has me HGFUIEOHGFOI:SGHJIO

HHHHH OK FIRSTLY! Reagan tells Myc to, and I quote "Spurt on that guy!" And he refers to himself as a soft serve machine that needs to warm up and cannot just jizz on command, which definitely makes sense. He also says for no one to look at him so.... hes shy

SO THAT leads me to believe, that his jiss doesn't actually need to be processed at all to become the stuff they put in the memory erasing guns, so, they can just erase minds... SO what does that mean for sex with humans, as well as that one time Andre licked Myc's flagella on the yacht during the wedding, he didn't get erased.... thoughts thoughts thoughts

REAGAN YELLING AT HIM AND CALLING HIM A WASTE OF SPACE FUCKING HURT ME

OH MY GOD BABY! NO DONT CRY!!!!!!! UAOGH WHAT THE FUCK

Reagan: Okay I was not ready for that" ME NEITHER BITCH????? MYC CRYING????? WHY WOULD HE CRY????

WAS ANISE RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING IN THAT MYC IS ACTUALLY A DWEEB???? UH YEAH?????? IM AS SURPRISED AS YALL ARE

god ok you guys im never gonna stop talking about this, we got so much mushroom lore, we have so much mushroom plot, we have so much MYC LORE AND I AM HERE FOR IT!!!!! AND IM WRITING IT ALL DOWN IN ONE PLACE!! RIGHT HERE!!!

Myc LIED about how old he was prior to this. In Pt1Ep3 we see his RightSwipe profile says 4041 for his age, but this here is his 5000 year reunion, so he's says he's younger than he really is.

He's from "A million year old mushroom hive cluster from the center of the earth" MILLION!!!!!! HES OLDER THAN WE CAN EVEN COMPREHEND

FIRST he apparently lied and said that everyone was jealous of his "huge dong" and he left, THEN JUST IN THIS SCENE, he says that they kicked him out because he was too much of a rebel, AND THEN AT THE END OF HIS RANT he finally comes clean and says that he never went to prom, graduation, AND no one signed his yearbook BECAUSE HE WAS A FUCKING DWEEB THAT LOOKED LIKE THIS:

(yeah honey i'd hate you too)

he was .... a fucking DWEEB! HE WAS A NERD!! THE BRACES?! THE PIMPLES! THE.... somehow.... FACIAL HAIR?? The hat.. yeesh boy ouch

WHEN HE LEFT HE WANTED TO PROVE HE COULD BE SOMEBODY! oH MY LORD!!!! HE CALLS HIMSELF A SINGLE MIDDLE AGED LOSER.... HOW OLD IS HE IF HES MIDDLE AGED IM GOING INSANE OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!

also his name, can we take about the name we have a real full name for him its not Magic Myc, its fucking MYC CELLIUM im going feral here and frothing

This uh.... this makes me..... hes so.... PATHETIC!! He's crying!!! HES FUCKING WHIMPERING AND CRYING AND SNIFLING CAUSE HES SO ASHAMED ABOUT GOING TO HIS REUNION LIKE WHAT THE FUCK HES LITERALLY BABYGIRL I DONT UNDERSTAND???????????????????

why are you so moe? WHY ARE YOU THE CUTEST GUY EVER! HIS GASP! Also like, Reagan, you REALLLY think this dude is never gonna insult you again? I thought you were a super genius? How can you literally be this stupid.

SORTA MUCUS SORTA JIZZ CALLED JUCUS!!!!!!!

I think it is SO AMAZING that the hole down to the mushroom hive is in Oregon, cause like, the worlds biggest mycelium network is under there.... hehe

FRUITY FLAILING ASS BITCH!!

OK If you go to 4:40 and look in the bg, you can see Myc get on the elevator down and he is fucking TREMBLING!! HE is SO nervous!! IM FUCK NGKJENSfewtgfwsg

Myc confirmed leftist, so thats a W but an L for thinking u can ge a nobel prize in podcasting... then again hes a mushroom and doesnt care so he is always a W in my heart

Look how far his flagella can stretch

HOLLOW EARTH! OH ITS SO LOVELY! AND I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT IT

I am very curious to know, if when Myc tells the hive to put a 'psychic metaphor' over the place, is that... only for the characters in the show or is it also for the viewer? It has to be, because we are also human and therefore wouldn't be able to comprehend the societal differences of mushroom dynamics! RIGHT?! SO I will also touch upon things as they happen later with this mindset.

FUCK!! RIGHT HERE!! Myc's asking Reagan if his BREATH smells bad!!!! He touches the top little frills and then puts his tentacle under Reagan's nose!! Does he... His scent glands?? WHAT?? AHHHHH I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS???

... I got one thing to say about stem-mantha... myc sure does love pink bitches .... makes eye contact with anise

LOOK AT HIM ALL.... NERVOUS!

Okay so then... Stem-Mantha asks if Myc was the guy who did puzzles with her parents so she could go have sex... SO, yes, the fucking mushrooms DO fuck each other, AND they have like, parents They dont just grow?? (As seen from Myc wanting to be a mommy in Pt2Ep7)

THEN Myc gets fucking pelted with a goddamn football and we are now included on the information that Myc ran out at graduation before everyone merged consciousnesses and became assimilated. SO It is OH SO interesting to see that each of these mushroom clusters are there OWN individual personalities but THEN they all are joined and have a shared consciousness thats a part of the hive!

Stem-Mantha then asks if the gang are Myc's parole officers, so does that mean that everyone was under the impression he went to like, jail topside after he left hollow earth??

HIS TENDRIL HEART IM FUCKING LOSING IT AHHHHHHH

ALRIGHT!!! FUCKERS FIRSt things first. Yes he wore that stupid fucking "NO FAT CHIX" hat but are we talking about it? NO, well YES, in that he wore it because he was in denail thats it thats the story thank you very much

SECONDLY here is were I'm touching upon the psychic metaphor thing again right here. I am thinking waaaay too deeply about a silly little cartoon and i feel very much like 'charlie pepe silvia meme' right now in idk how meta this whole thing is supposed to be? Like I don't think Myc was actually into dragon ball Z considering it was 5000 years ago and dbz didn't exist then, and we're just supposed to believe dudes was the mushroom equivalent of a little itty bitty pathetic nerd with pimples and acne, right??

but im also crazy coo coo bananas insane in thinkiing how fucking funny would it be if dbz was some kind of true space epic and myc is like, the equivalent of a greek mythology nerd in that hes a little fanboy.

THIRDLY. MY MANS GOT EXTRA STRONG POWERS THAT MAKE HIM EXTRA SENSITIVE?????? HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NURSE

His fucking signature babygirl i loooove you its so cute what the FUCK!! and look at how he carried himself like a fucking .... beanie babie, hes full of beans or whatever, i just love how this fucker carries his weight its so cool to look at wtf

HES NERVOUS AGAIN IM JUST GFJHEL"GSGJ"LG I KNOW ITS NOT IMPORTANT BUT IT IS TO ME

They are SO fucking mean to him. But also this scene, you can see that not everyone is on board with Reagan doing this, like they're all really uncomfortable when she pulls this picture up, and Brett isn't even there

Why is there so much jucus... was he tearing up about getting found out? OH LAWDY I HOPE NOT ILL FUCKING CRY?????

HAHHA SO this post has gotten waaay too long so i think i'm gonna make it two parts, so part 2 will be post assimilation!!! Also because posts can only have 30 images and we at the max babes

[coffeecoloredpages]

Meet Me Halfway

Chapter 1 Part 6

By Wordwyrm (more on AO3)

Remus

Across a large, black lake, stood a castle. Hope had told Remus some about Hogwarts, but he never guessed it would be so big. He hoped they would give him a map so he wouldn't lose his way.

“All firs’ years, over ‘ere.” The largest man Remus had ever seen was beckoning to them, and a small gathering was starting to form around him.

Sirius bumped his arm. “Leave the luggage here, they'll take that up to the castle separately. We get to ride in the boats!” An excited gleam was in Sirius’ face, and Remus found it impossible to not share in it. He dropped his trunk, following Sirius down to the shore, with James and Peter close behind. The large man waited a few more moments, then, satisfied he had all the first years, he began helping them into the boat. “Keep yer hands and feet inside the boat. Don't move around too much, or yer likely to fall out, and I can't be sure the giant squid in there won't want ya fer a snack.” He laughed at this last bit, and the kids around him glanced at each other anxiously.

Remus found himself in a boat with James, Peter, and Sirius. He sat as still as possible, and gasped nervously when the boat began to move, seemingly by itself, towards the castle in the distance. After what felt like forever, their boat bumped gently against the other side, and a tall, stern woman, with her silver hair pulled into a severe bun, helped them out. “Go stand with the others, and don't cause a fuss,” she ordered, motioning to the group of children gathering in front of the large, oak doors. Remus moved, feeling slightly detached. His old life felt very far away, almost like a dream. Or maybe he was in a dream now. Either way, he hoped he would get to sleep soon. He was starting to feel drained from the excitement of it all.

A few moments later, the stern woman matched to the front of the group and pushed open the doors. She stood patiently as the students filed in, before addressing them.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall, I am the deputy headmistress and head of Gryffindor house. In a moment, I'll lead you into the great hall. There, you will wait for your name to be called, and when it is, you'll take a seat and be sorted into your houses. While you're here, your house will be like your family. Good scores and exemplary behavior will earn you house points, mischief and inadequate work will dock said points. At the end of the year, whichever of the four houses has the most points, wins the house cup for the year. After the sorting, our headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, will give his speech, followed by our start of term feast. Now, follow me, no shoving please.”

McGonagall turned smartly on her heel and led the group briskly down the hall, and through another large set of doors. Four long tables were set up across the hall, students of every age sitting on the benches. Each table was decorated in different colors, with a matching banner sporting different animals at the end of each. At the back of the hall a dais held another table, where all the adults in the room were seated. An older gentleman, wearing a large maroon pointed hat, was peering intently at him over his spectacles. He smiled kindly when Remus met his eyes, and winked. Looking up, Remus gaped, taking in the stars twinkling in a clear sky instead of the ceiling he expected. Remus swallowed hard. The room was full of people, all staring at them. He began to fidget with his sleeves. Could everyone see through him? Did they know his secret? His mum had warned him he couldn't tell anyone he was a werewolf, that it could jeopardize his place at Hogwarts, but he'd never met another werewolf. Maybe they all looked the same, maybe everyone knew what one looked like. He could feel a familiar panic rising in his chest, and he began to take steady breaths, counting carefully as he breathed in and out. His attention was pulled back to the front of the room as Professor McGonagall’s sharp voice cut through his thoughts.

(I'm only posting small snippets of my story here, the full fic is on AO3, username Wordwyrm)

[rising-salmon-run-legend]

“HEY HEY HEY! Guess who?!”

“That’s right: It’s Agent 4, comin’ at ya LIVE from the GRIZZCO BREAK ROOM!” the outgoing Inkling bellowed aloud, propping his green-cased squid-shaped smartphone against his slopsuit’s hard hat that he’d cast aside on the wooden table.

Four gnaws at their thumb while squinting side to side frantically, almost like they were already anticipating getting called back out into battle despite having just gotten off their shift

“I’m like… kinda fuckin’ bored here,” the agent explained, despite their coworkers visibly lingering in the room as they chatted amongst themselves and prepared to clock out for the night, “so I’d LOVE IT if someone could come n’ give me a good ol’-fashioned distraction, capiche?”

Matteo leans into his phone camera’s line of sight, the sharp smile he’s wearing causing his dominant fang to protrude like a hook.

(Agent 4 is now available for roleplay!! Authored by @j0vialjester !! ^_^)

[cokakolara]

God I can’t sleep cause I’m thinking about the Kraken

Like, imagine being a rookie coming into this team. And yeah this is Shane and still Tye and Ryker but like. All the other baby squids.

This is a team that still has no history. This isn’t Boston or Chicago or god Montreal which is so old that they are synonymous with hockey. This is a team that gets forgotten in ranking lists and will have people asking you when Seattle got a team.

But even worse this is a team that isn’t a winner of a loser yet. This is a team that has been incredible. A team that has been awful. And it’s a team that isn’t even 5 YEARS OLD YET. Like ok Boston wins. Usually. Like that’s literally what they do, they’ve got the cups, the playoff runs, everything. The penguins? Yeah they suck now but they haven’t always, this is still a team that wins, that HAS won, that is expected to win AGAIN.

And then conversely you’ve got the teams that have had short moments of greatness but, well. You know. The sabres. The sharks. The flames. The bluejackets. (Apologies to your fans I mean no disrespect) but those are the teams that maybe when they walk into your rink you don’t think about it much. Maybe it’s recency bias. Maybe they’re cursed. Maybe they just need another chance.

Either way the more important thing right now is that if you are a Seattle Kraken rookie, your team is in NEITHER of these categories. They’ve gone to playoffs, they screamed at the entire league ‘ HEY WERE HERE, PAY ATTENTION’ and then they almost made it all the way to the third round! From the bottom to reaching for the top ring of the ladder! Literally the BEST season to season turnaround in NHL HISTORY. And so if you’re Tye, or one of the firebirds boys you’re looking at this team and absolutely chomping at the BIT because these guys??? Are winning??? And OF COURSE you want to be a part of that!?

And then next season they, pardon my language, suck. Like fire the coach, exorcise the rink, burn the victory hat bad. So now, you’re ryker, your Shane, your going how am I supposed to save this team.

But here’s the big thing. If you’re you, a Seattle Kraken rookie, you WANT to win. Because of course you do, you wouldn’t be here if you didt want to but now this brings the question, the winning teams. What do they have in common?

Well many things, but said far too dramatically, they have a hero.

A chara, a bergeron, a Crosby, an ovi, a line or player or SOMETHING that took the team on its back and dragged it sometimes kicking and screaming too success.

And you Seattle Kraken rookie, are seeing this team that isn’t quite a winning team yet. Theirs flashes of that season of glory, and flashes of the season from hell. And this isn’t the original team anymore. And you, oh you you wonderful rookie are the homegrown talent that this fan base is SCREAMING for. And this team doesn’t have a history yet. It’s still looking for its hero. Is that you? Will that be you?