#I’m literally like jack of all trade but master of none in regards to interests cause I know just a decent bit about so much

[frightmarefalls]

i don’t like naming my interests or hobbies in like introduction contexts bc it’s always like “ok gotta choose from things I have a casual level of interest in to define my personality to other people”

[phoenixyfriend]

I’ve been trying to figure out the best obi wan ship. They all have one slightly problematic thing this way or that. I’ve landed on the idea of obi wan and an equal is pretty top tier. But then I saw a picture of Coran from voltron. Coran and Obiwan might be a disaster but also both are dad shaped, both are bad ass, both are ginger, both have an accent. I think it could work. But another part of me is like Coran is just obi and jarjar mashed together. At the very least they hooked up.

Hey I just had restaurant ramen and Starbucks and actually feel like a human being so let's do something unnecessary but funny. I'm taking this as a challenge, anon.

Also IMO Coran has more in common with C3P0 than with JarJar

So obviously, both of these happen in Big Space, but the difference appears to be density. We see about the same complexity of culture and species interactions, but Voltron covers more galaxies. It's vaguely implied that Earth, at least, is the only planet with sapient life in the Milky Way.

I think the way I want to play this out, culturally, is that the Voltron area of the universe covers a much wider, but much more sparsely populated area, while the SW-verse is just the one very densely populated (in part because apparently humans just went Literally Everywhere) galaxy, where they didn't necessarily bother with developing the tech to go to other galaxies (except Rishi, which only sort of counts) because they haven't really even charted out their own yet. It was never contacted by the Voltron side of things because [checks notecards full of excuses] it's really far away from Altea and all that, and the Force shielded the galaxy from Galra interests because Reasons.

All this to say that the two franchises didn't interact until after the Voltron plotline was already over. We'll say it went mostly canon, except Allura survived because uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck that.

We'll say that this is mid-TCW, you know, before Obi-Wan is a bundle of repressed traumas and bad coping mechanisms that's lost almost everyone he's ever loved to the dark side through death or corruption. He's still (mostly) okay! Anakin's not dark (or at least, not as dark as he could be; Obi-Wan doesn't know about the Tuskens), and Ahsoka's still in good standing and most people are alive and--and okay the army is a massive ethical violation he hates with his very soul and he misses Qui-Gon and Anakin's keeping secrets and pulling away from him every day but He's Fine, Guys.

He's Fine.

In comes a ship from not Wild Space, but beyond that. Intergalactic visitors, from the direction of the deeply concerning Force bullshit they felt a few years ago. Translation tech is decent enough on both sides that they get to talking pretty quickly. The explorer is actually a member of the Blade of Marmora, who gets the absolute most basic info (approximately this many inhabited planets, approximately this many trillions of sapients in the recorded galaxy, basic structure of the government for the past however many years, most recent conflict, etc.)

BoM person is like "cool, okay so you guys are really well set-up so I'm just gonna head back and kick this up a few rungs of the coalition ladder because this is way above my paygrade, I'll make sure you get some diplomats who can maybe help out with the whole galactic civil war situation as neutral parties."

The Voltron Coalition does send a diplomat! They, uh, also send Coran, who isn't technically a diplomat, but he's high-level.

The thing is, okay, that Coran is mostly just... passably competent at things. He's a jack of all trades, master of none type. He knows a lot of things, actually, but his practical knowledge in high pressure situations tends to be up in the air. He knows how to fix the Castle Ship and various technologies, but all of that info is ten thousand years out of date. He was a competent fighter at one point but these days his back gives out. He's very knowledgeable regarding intergalactic politics but, again, that information is ten thousand years out of date. He's also a little prone to social gaffs in dicey situations (e.g. the inciting incident in the Voltron Show episode where he misses the single day with clear skies), but puts in so much goddamn effort to make things happen.

In this manner, he's like a warped mirror of what Obi-Wan is and could be.

THAT SAID

Coran is actually really good with teenagers, and specifically with training them.

And Obi-Wan... isn't.

Obi-Wan's snarky and snippy and sassy, and he's decent enough at teaching and he's great at being a jokey friend and all, but he's not necessarily very good at emotions. And unfortunately for Obi-Wan, the teenagers he spends the most time with are Really Full Of Emotions. He tries, bless him, but he's just... he doesn't respond well to emotional conversations at the best of times.

His son-figure saying "You're like a father to me" leads to a response of... radio silence. Guys. That's not the mark of a man who knows how to talk about his feelings with the people he cares about.

In swans Coran with the various other diplomatic envoys of the visiting extragalactic community. The entire situation is really leading to a lull in the war because nobody wants to risk pissing off this clearly well-funded, well-powered third party. As a result, many of the High Generals can interact with the envoys, even if they spend quite a bit of time eyeing the Separatist representatives on the other side of the room, because clearly Everyone Needs A Seat At This Table.

It's a very tense situation.

Obviously, Coran is exactly the weird uncle that goes around telling plausibly-exaggerated stories about Weblums and Yalmors and Balmeras. I'm going to say at least one former Paladin is there, maybe Hunk. Hunk's fun, and also very willing to help Coran make friends and seem Amicable instead of Distant by correcting some of the exaggerations. There's a nice, calm atmosphere in a bubble around Coran and his nonsense, and it's a weird situation but arguably just... you know. It's good. He's good at making people feel safe around him.

Cue the hissed argument between Skywalker and Kenobi. The actual cause of said argument isn't important, just the fact that, in a dark corner where they're less likely to cause a PR issue, Anakin and Obi-Wan are having it out. Anakin's maybe twenty, still a lanky ragebaby, all that fun stuff. Obi-Wan is a the endpoint of every too-young brotherdad. He's thirty-six but feels like he's sixty-three. He's tired, but trying so damn hard to still connect with Anakin and just--just--

Obi-Wan gives himself a few minutes to calm down before following Anakin. He doesn't even remember what they were arguing about, really, but he has to mend the bridge before it frays even more than it already has. If Anakin goes to Palpatine for advice again, he's going to... do something. Obi-Wan isn't sure what, but he just has to fix this.

What he finds is... well, Anakin did end up going to vent to a man of an earlier generation who acts like a slightly eccentric older relative, but it's not Palpatine for once.

The goofy, slightly abrasive but mostly charming, brightly-colored representative of the Voltron Coalition is standing in the little balcony that Anakin's made it to, listening as Obi-Wan's recently-knighted padawan vents. The man nods and makes noises at the appropriate times, and then asks questions that are... maybe a little too accurate.

"You said that you view him as a father, that he raised you after you left your mother."

"Well, yeah, but he doesn't think I'm ready, or--"

"No parent ever does."

"...my mom thought I was ready to become a Jedi."

"I can't speak for your mother," the representative says, "but the princess of my people, Allura... I half-raised that girl from the beginning, and after the destruction of Altea, we were all the other had left. I watched her lead battles and bring life to planets, trying to rebuild a universe out of the ashes of what we'd left behind... I saw the evidence with my own eyes, and I still, every time, I worried for her."

"Why?"

"I worried that she'd be hurt, that she wasn't ready, that she'd make a decision she regretted. Often, she did, and I had to help her back up, and while she's always come back, stronger than before... she is the closest thing I have ever had to a daughter, and I will always worry for her. Every parent does. Do you think, perhaps, that your own Jedi Master, that you consider a father, may worry because he looks at you like a son? That it's not that he doesn't trust you, but that he doesn't trust the world around you?"

Obi-Wan feels his heart in his throat.

The conversation continues in that vein. While Obi-Wan can't say he likes the fact that this stranger is putting words in his mouth, if only as hypotheticals, he can't deny that there's a part of him that relaxes as Anakin does, as every frustrated fresh-knight question gets a measured elderly-steward response that's angled to consider the interpretation that favors Anakin and Obi-Wan in equal measure. Every word encourages Anakin to talk things out and lay boundaries and express his frustrations to Obi-Wan in the plainest words possible.

There's a story in there, more than one. The representative tends to go off on tangents, ones that Anakin sometimes finds interesting and sometimes just resigns himself to. Mostly, though, it goes well, and Obi-Wan... well, he's always been 'a nosy little bastard,' according to quite a few people.

(In his defense, the terms they'd used about Quinlan's 'investigative personality' had been quite a bit stronger.)

He eavesdrops to the end, and Anakin doesn't notice at all. Obi-Wan's not sure if he should try to address Anakin's lack of awareness of the world around him. He's not technically Anakin's master anymore. The comment may be taken as a criticism of his worth and capability, rather than a sincere desire to see his padawan not die.

He approaches the representative instead. He intends to introduce himself. Instead, the first words that tumble out of his mouth are:

"How do you do it?"

The man--older than he looks from a distance, more wrinkles than the bright hair would suggest, but not quite elderly yet--turns and lifts a brow. "Hm?"

"I'm sorry, I'm--" Obi-Wan grimaces. "I'm Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. The young man you were just talking to is my former padawan, er, my former apprentice. I've been finding it harder and harder to speak with him over the past few years, and it seems that every interaction we have leads to an argument. How do you... manage that? I can't get him to listen to me at all."

"Ah, teenagers," the man sighs.

"He's twenty."

The representative pauses, and turns to him. "Are you the one he says raised him? The father?"

"Well... yes, I suppose that's one way to phrase it," Obi-Wan says, eyes darting to the side. He doesn't know how to explain the whole attachment situation to someone who barely knows what a Jedi is. He has even less of an idea of how to explain his own broken ability to speak of emotion, the parts of his mind that Bant clucks over and attributes to his own complicated relationship with Qui-Gon. "I had custody as his primary guardian from ages nine to nineteen and was the primary individual for handling his schooling, health, and general upbringing."

"That sounds to me like a very convoluted way of saying you were his father in all but name."

Obi-Wan grimaces. "I'm not exactly old enough to be his father, and I wasn't exactly the person he was supposed to learn from; I was the... back-up option."

"It seems he cares for you very much."

"He didn't have much of a choice," Obi-Wan says, with the kind of helpless smile and awkward shrug he's long gotten used to sharing with people when they ask. "And I assure you he'd have been happier with the man that was meant to teach him."

"I'd say that the 'would have' in this situation is much less important than what is," the representative says. Obi-Wan probably should have paid more attention to his name. "I wasn't in a position to define my relation to Allura or her father in the way that truly suited our situation, by... oh, tradition, social norms, public relations, take your pick. I was a very well-regarded official, of course, but I wasn't royalty, not even nobility, and I certainly wasn't wasn't legally or publicly part of the family. But for all the limitations there, I was still able to find ways to tell her and her family what they meant to me, and they in return. Your apprentice cares for you very much, and I'm sure you care back, but I'd hazard quite the guess that you've no idea how to tell him that."

"I... I shouldn't," Obi-Wan says. "I'm fond of him, of course, but I've no wish to smother him, and to simply say it would be undignified. I imagine he'd laugh in my face."

The representative raises one eyebrow and takes a sip of his drink.

"Master Kenobi," he says carefully. "Might I suggest you go find your young man, tell him you love him, and perhaps give him a hug?"

Obi-Wan's face flares red. It's been years since anyone short of Yoda has spoken to him like that.

"I'm not a child," he sniffs, trying to angle enough away that the blush isn't as noticeable. He's damnably prone to such things. "You're not that much older than me."

The man laughs, and Obi-Wan lifts his glass to his lips in a futile attempt to hid the embarrassment a little more. "Oh, not counting the stasis, I've well reached the age of six hundred and twenty-four, my boy!"

Obi-Wan chokes on his drink.

The man laughs a little more, but thumps him on the back until he's breathing normally again.

"Yes, most of the humans I've told have had quite the reaction!" the representative assures him. "But yes, even with the times adjusted to what any given local year is, I am significantly longer-lived than most species."

"No kidding," Obi-Wan manages. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and looks over at the representative. He takes in the wrinkles and bright eyes, and says, "Well, I must say you look very well for a near-human of such an age. I can only name one person in that category that has managed better, and I haven't seen her since I was a child."

"I shall take that as the compliment it's intended to be," the representative says, twisting the edge of his mustache and beaming.

The man is... well, goofy, really, and quite a bit older than Obi-Wan had thought, but he's quite the charmer. Obi-Wan faintly compares him to a few different people in the back of his mind, but nothing quite fits. For all that the man is quite the jokester and--going by some things he'd seen from the corner of his eye in the main party--a master of physical comedy, the representative is actually more competent than he looks, and for all his visible age, not bad to look at. He is also, seemingly, an expert in dealing with teenagers and young adults, something Obi-Wan himself is... decidedly not.

He really should go speak with Anakin.

And there's a war to fight.

He doesn't really have much time, even with the recent lull.

He's in no place to be looking at the clean-shaven jaw and wondering what it would feel like under his lips, or to let himself consider whether this man would be the kind to have an hours-long discussion as to the narrative forms common in other galaxies, and whether they have anything paralleled to those in Obi-Wan's own, or if this man would show the same enthusiasm over teas that he'd shown over the hors d'oeuvres inside.

He should... really go find Anakin.

"I suppose it's time to find my padawan," he says, more to fill the air than anything. "Er... thank you, both for speaking with him, and for speaking with me."

"Not a problem at all, Master Kenobi!" the representative says, and Obi-Wan realizes that there's one last thing he may have... forgotten.

"This is terribly embarrassing, but I don't believe I caught your name?" Obi-Wan says.

"Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe, at your service!" the man says, with a sweeping bow. "As you can imagine, most simply call me Coran."

"Then I insist you call me Obi-Wan," he says, and before he can stop himself, "Might I bother you with an invitation to a shared tea time? You seem a knowledgeable fellow, and I'd appreciate the chance to... eh, pick your brain, shall we say."

It's not the smoothest come on he's ever put out there, or the most easily interpreted, but... well. Perhaps it's for the best. He's rather often found his tastes going in irresponsible directions, and it'll be much easier to brush this off without diplomatic incident if there's room for Coran to politely ignore the less platonic options.

Obi-Wan hopes he doesn't.

It's very selfish of him, but a dalliance with an older gentleman... well. He does, perhaps, make such irresponsible decisions, even now.

"I do believe I'd enjoy such a thing!" Coran enthuses, grabbing Obi-Wan's hand and shaking it in large, effusive movements.

Oh, this is a terrible idea, Obi-Wan thinks, even as he exchanges comm numbers and says goodbye.

Still.

He likes the idea of having at least a little fun, sedate or less so, while they have some time to themselves.

[falllpoutboy]

Okay, I like picking your brain about this stuff since you’re a stan (with taste!) but you’re not a blind stan who will grab your pitchfork at the first critique of your fave. Two questions I have for you: 1. “Florence and Anya are both killing the game rn but the same cannot be said for Z 🤷🏾‍♀️” I have made that exact comparison before and the first reply I always get is the gif or picture of Z winning her Emmy and the question: “Where are Florence and Anya’s awards that they were nominated for?” and I’m like, yeah, true but! what now? What’s next? What’s your response to the Emmy win puts her above the rest discourse? 2. What are your honest thoughts about Z repeatedly saying she wants to direct now? (Sam said he could see her doing it this year or next😶) I’ve seen older actress like Kerry Washington, Ellen Pompeo and now Halle Berry do it once they hit their 40’s but only because they’ve either done every role that they find worthy of doing or they unfortunately aged out of doing certain roles so they pivoted to the next best thing. Is it fair to say Z… isn’t there yet? I look at it as her taking the Jack of all trades, master of none route. I mean, now that I think of it, literally doing the Sam Levinson method of dabbling in everything instead of staying in one lane until you’ve mastered it.

You never seem to come from place of spite when it comes to Z and her peculiar choices so I’m genuinely interested in your opinions. Thank you in advance!

Thank you for asking for my opinion regarding Z! I still love her a lot but with this latest season of Euphoria and the duds of Malcolm & Marie and NWH, she has started to dim in my eyes. She won the Emmy yes and its a great achievement that i won't bring down or question its validity but her post Emmy win career has been quite bleak. She starred in supporting roles with minimal screen time in NWH and Dune and Malcolm & Marie was a two hour anxiety inducing thinly veiled fuck you to Hollywood from Sam Levinson. Challengers seems like it'll be interesting but I'm still on the fence of LG. And getting cast in a Francis Ford Coppola movie is a big deal but once again I'll bet she's only a supporting character with little screen-time and dialogue.

To answer your second question, I agree with you and I think she needs to master acting first and star in more films and build up her resume first before pursuing directing. The camera experience she gained from Euphoria is good (lord knows the technical aspect in that show is the only admirable thing) but there's more to learn from other projects.

I have nothing but love and respect for zendaya and I want her to succeed so bad. But right now she needs to do a serious 180 on her film roles and career before she's becomes yesterdays news. It seems to me that she takes her fashion career and editorial looks for magazines and ads for Lancome and Valentino much more seriously than anything, go ahead and take a look at her instagram if you dont believe me. Her and Law are an amazing duo and she clearly loves fashion but its giving conflicting statements vs actions. She seems to put more energy into her fashion career than her film career, as evidenced here. Thats why I think she isn't the "IT girl" her other stans are calling her when nobody irl over the age of 30 knows who Z is and I fear other actresses around her age are going to outlast her in the industry

[dailyarturia]

I apologize for bothering you for your objective opinion so much, my king, but once again I need your objective opinion. This time I need your objective opinion on the Berserkers. I'm severely concerned that I have shit taste in Berserkers, and I know that unlike me you are definitely a man of culture.

very large. back from ye olde days where berserkers generally couldn’t actually communicate so unfortunately a bit lacking in complex characterisation compared to others. lovin the whole ‘made to kill his own children in rage which is what qualifies him as berserker in the first place and now gives his all to keep this singular parentless child safe despite supposedly being made into a mindless raging beast’ thing. 8/10

bucket knight. also an old school zerker who can’t talk outside kariya’s fever dreams but he does scream in french sometimes. an overly loyal knight who nonetheless put his own wishes above what he believed were his king’s once and then spent the rest of his life feeling guilty about it to the point where it straight up drove him crazy because he couldn’t understand that arturia has -15 consideration of her own wants. his kink is getting shamed and he would probably get a heart attack if arturia did that hands on her hips disappointed look pose in his general vicinity. 8/10

get OUT of my HOUSE. ugly and horrifying but could totally beat gilgamesh in a fight and the image of ol gregory getting his nuts kicked in by a metal underpants enthusiast is high quality content so he gets points for that. 3/10

this is what we in the scientific community call a daughter. a good girl who just wants to be loved but has severe trust issues after being abandoned by the person who literally created her. can in fact talk but it takes a lot of effort so she doesn’t bother because like, fuck humans right, why should she put in effort to make herself understood when they’re not gonna want to understand her either way. I’m so blessed & grateful that moriarty is her dad now. 9/10

i’ll be honest I still have no idea what his character is supposed to be like its not like he had a lot of screentime in extra and extella is very bad to its side characters. ?/10

the fucking supreme. pandered to like a dozen of my kinks and gave me a few more. my first 5*. the end of my f2p days and the start of my journey to becoming the monster god. the design. the skillset. the teeth. the c l a w s. a king despite hating kings. a machinelike killer despite living for the thrill of the fight. a man who wants to just die already yet obstinately refuses to. a contradictory mess that denounces every ideal he used to live by yet clings to them harder than ever. a monster whose personal arc after being summoned isn’t how he’s still human at heart or whatever but how he was a monster before he looked like one already so like, don’t even worry about it. his mad enhancement is EX(C ) and his material entry revealed that this weird rank is bc it’s not even actual battle rage, he’s just so fucking stubborn it gets classified as mad enhancement. EX/10 the love of my fucking life

the smile of an angel. seems completely rational at first but is still classified as a berserker with EX rank mad enhancement because of her inhuman determination to save as many lives as possible without any regard for the quality of that saved life. she’d amputate all of a person’s limbs in an instant if that’s what it’d take for them to not die. she has canonically beat people to a pulp to ‘cure’ their mental issues. completely dedicated her life to becoming a healing machine at the cost of her own health and even personhood. her profile says she doesn’t actually listen to others but in her myroom lines she takes an active interest in your hobbies and opinions and she also gets flustered when you call her an angel. i literally cannot fucking wait until ch america hits NA server she’s so fucking good and i want everyone to love her. 15/10

THIS IS WHAT A FRIEND LOOKS LIKE. the actual embodiment of “cool guy has a chill day”. a smile that rivals the sun and an attitude that turns even the most ordinary days into a grand adventure. his mad enhancement is basically just that he’s kind of an idiot. 10/10

OX MOM OX MOM OX MOM her mother got knocked up by an ox demon in a dream and had to raise her in secret, and her human father didn’t accept her until she proved to be really strong and even then only as long as she would exterminate anyone who stood in the way of the clan. so scared of being shunned for her demon origins despite being loved & trusted as leader of the minamoto clan that she straight up exorcised her demon self into a separate personality to kill it (& herself with it) and was only barely stopped by the four heavenly kings. nowadays fiercely protective of anyone who knows about & accepts her demonic side to the point of insanity, which is where her EX mad enhancement comes from. a huge crybaby but gets shit done anyway. 10/10

THIS IS ALSO WHAT A FRIEND LOOKS LIKE. someone who was labeled and locked away as something evil due to being what is by all means called a monster even though he’s got a really gentle personality and likes being helpful. really good example of the whole “heroes and villains are nothing more than the roles individual complex people are forced to take on” theme fate likes to play with. has difficulty talking but it’s easy to come to an understanding with him as long as you call him by his personal name asterios rather than the name of the monster minotaur everyone assumed he’d be and he thus inevitably became. 10/10

the only reason he’s a berserker is because his name and the word “berserker” have the same etymology and the grail had no idea what other class to put him. this is the canon reason. he doesn’t have any mad enhancement to speak of beside being a lil hot blooded and liking to fight. literally only here because he likes to throw punches. got his ass beat by li shuwen in ch america because despite loving to throw a punch he’s not actually a martial artist and can’t win from someone with actual technique. a classic ‘jack of all trades master of none’, he literally sucks at being every single class but can’t not be summoned as a heroic spirit because he’s from the oldest english epic poem and a prototype for many other heroes. a free spirited adventurer who takes things as they come but can be responsible when it matters. 9/10 

once a good & wise ruler but fell into insanity in the last few years of his rule before finally getting assassinated. loved rome with all his heart for its beauty & splendour but got overwhelmed by the conspiracies and other evils that were also a part of it until the goddess of the moon, who he was in love with, made him insane, which he claims saved him in his bond ce. determined from then on to become the ugliest most evil motherfucker in all of rome so that he could take all the nastiest parts of rome with him in his inevitable death and have his dear cousin nero live in happiness, if only for a while. summoned as a hero despite being very close to an anti-hero because the good ruler he was before going insane responded to a call to save the world and still intent to do his part by simply dragging everything evil down with him. 8/10 wouldn’t it be nice if chapter rome had actually paid attention to roman servants other than nero.

looks like a bratty child but talks like an archaic mob boss. has horns and huge claws. easily bribed with chocolate. has a huge sword but just fucking headbuts her enemies instead. 10/10

many berserkers are angry men but only he is anger man. classified as a berserker not just due to his battlefield conduct but also the insane commitment he had to the laws of the shinsengumi, to the point where he would personally execute former comrades who broke them. both the first and last member of the shinsengumi, a man who dedicated his entire life to upholding its values in a rapidly changing japan. surprisingly rational and during gudaguda 2 okita didn’t even realize he’s a berserker because he didn’t become the fanatic that qualified him to be summoned as one until after okita’s death. one of the coolest skillsets in the game and definitely some of the sickest animations. 10/10

NORMALISE

FINDING

AND KILLING

ACHILLES

10/10

my fuckign girlfriend 10/10

the cutest enabler. 10/10

please god let me meet her. 10/10

when will takeuchi die

[adverworld53]

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Splatoon One-Shot : The Red-Tentacle-Haired Inkling

 I change up this blog’s name so that the fanfictions I make that is bssed off Splatoon 1 and 2 would fit, rather than just art. And with that, here’s my first one-shot fanfiction I made last night. (and there will be art in this one shot)

 Wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/490214467-splatoon-one-shot-the-red-tentacle-haired-inkling

Inkopolis, the city of the famous sport and tradition, Turf Wars…

It is 8:42 in the morning, the inklings are in their usual business; participating in Turf Wars, work, hanging out with friends, work in Grizzco Industries, and pretty much everyday things that have been always done by ordinary Inklings. It was start of anormal week for them...

At least, that what most Inklings thought it will be…

In the train that is travelling to the train station of Inkopolis, the interest of most of the passengers there is the Inkling that has his tentacle hair red. That kind of color is one of the most rare birth colors for their tentacle hair, not counting Octoling’s tentacle hair color.

“Look at that Inklings hair,” “Is that hair dyed?” “Is he a son of an Octoling?” These are what the other Inklings were whispering about the Inkling with red hair.

He can hear them, but he doesn’t pay mind to what they think about him, and questions that is regarding about his tentacle hair. He get used to them in his hometown, and it doesn’t bother him that much.

It’s not the only thing that the others are whispering about, though.

“His eyes are closed shut, but he has no difficulty on moving through the crowd,” “Is he blind?” “Why does not have his hair tied up?” And many things like that. He was considered to be a weird kid because of how different he looks from the other Inklings that is usually seen around. He is still busy to mind the whispers around him.

“Well, I heard that there is already one like him that lives in Inkopolis, so why surprised?”

This got his attention, but his gaze unchanged. He knew it; his sister is in Inkopolis. He was waiting for this for years, after he was taken away by his father for him to train him to become a great battler. He still questions why he wanted to train him, but it was left unanswered after a certain incident that sealed his father’s fate.

He rather wants to forget about it, which is an impossible thing to do for him.

His train of thoughts have stopped dead on their tracks, as the train he rides stopped at his destination, the Inkopolis Station, where he tests everything that he learned from his father, and to determine his training really paid well after all of those years.

As soon as the conductor of the said that they have arrived at their destination, and as soon as the doors have opened, the passengers quickly moved out of their positions to get out of the train. The Inkling in red hair has immediately got from his sit, and he quickly got out of the train before he gets squish inside.

Once he got out of the station, he become caught into the atmosphere of the city, and briefly stopped walking to look and admire the beauty of the city’s square. The place is not particularly crowded, but it has decent amount of people that is socializing with each other, entering shops like the Ammo Knights, Shrimp Kicks, Jelly Fresh, many more, the tower in northern side, and the billboards sign that showcases clothing brands, and other commercials.

He stopped gazing at the square’s features, as he pulls out a note from his long baggy shorts. It says; “Go to Ammo Knights, a friend of mine there can help you out for your first day in Inkopolis. And show him the other note I gave you.”

The note was from his father, before his supposed fate, and he puts it back to his pocket. He then enters the Ammo Knights, and as soon as he got inside, a little horseshoe crab that wears a military like attire and wears goggles quickly glances at him, probably the owner of the shop.

“Hello, hello! Welcome to Ammo Knights! What weapons picked your interest?” He greeted the Inkling in red hair. He doesn’t take interest with his red tentacle hair, somehow.

He brought out a note from his other pocket and handed it over the horseshoe crab.

“What’s this?” He took the note from his hand, and proceeds to read it. His eyes widened in shock, as he glance at the redhead, “You are the legitimate SON of one of the greatest Inklings ever existed?!”

The redhead simply nodded, expression is blank.

“Holy cod, welcome-“He was cut off as the redhead puts a finger to his. He pulls out an ID that contains a mug shot picture of himself, and his name, which is “Kthulhu.” The horseshoe crab seems to understand, “You don’t really want me to call you by your name, huh?”

He nodded. He wants to hide his true identity for a while.

The horseshoe crab sighed, “Well, I guess after what happened, we don’t want to make any unnecessary here in Inkopolis.

“Anyhow, welcome to Inkopolis and Ammo Knights, Kthulhu! My name is Sheldon, and I’m the owner of the Ammo Knights. Since you are pretty new here, I recommend that you take this Splattershot in you first turf war match!” He moves to the counter and pulls out a small weapon that looks like the Splattershot he is talking about. “This is the Splattershot Jr., your jack of all trades, but master of none weapon. You may have seen many more weapons that seem better than this one, but there are tight rules that if you are a newbie here in Inkopolis, a starter gear will be reasonable for you to use for your first few matches before you get more powerful weapons and gear. ”

He nodded again, as he understands what he means. He have competed a local turf war tournament in his old town during his training with his father. He then took the Splattershot Jr. with his right hand, and inspects it. It is light, very light, as he quickly aims with in a blinding speed. While do that, Sheldon grabs an ink tank from the counter and gave it to Kthulhu. He immediately wears on his back.

“And look at the time!” Sheldon said as he looks at the clock inside the shop, “This the best time for turf war! If you have seen the tower after you got out of the train station; that is the Inkopolis Tower, where you can join other Inklings to play turf wars. Since you have been training for cod who knows how long, an introduction about them is unnecessary. Now, go and participate your first turf war, and I wish you good luck!”

Kthulhu bows at Sheldon, showing a sign of thanks, and leaves the Ammo Knights.

As instructed, he goes to the Inkopolis Tower, which hosts the official turf war games. On the way, he notices that some of the Inklings around him are focused on him. He knows the reason why, and he keeps walking without slowing down by the looks, murmurs and whisper about him. He reached the Tower and gets inside the tower to participate some turf wars.

As soon as he gets in, eyes of other Inklings are now focused to him. He observed their expression; awe, shock, and incredulous. He then goes into a side of the wall and waits patiently for the games to begin.

While waiting, as expected, there are whispers coming inside his ears, and there are all about him. He is not enjoying the attention, but he doesn’t mind it either.

A few seconds later, there is an Inkling boy that approached him; he looks like he is fifteen years old, he wears a black shirt, with another white long sleeve shirt with green stripes overlapping the black shirt, a light looking green cap, and wears a pair of red knee high shoes. He is carrying a roller around.

“Sup dude,” He greeted, “A newbie with rare features came to ze city. We haven’t seen ze likes of you around these parts. Zat kind of color is not allowed to be used here in turf wars for… various reasons. My name’s Verique, by the vway, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for a handshake.

Kthulhu didn’t hesitate to shake it. He then uses sign languages to communicate to Verique, “Sorry, I am mute.”

Verique raised an eyebrow, “Let me guess, you are mute?”

Kthulhu nodded.

Suddenly, a female inkling appeared behind him; she wears a red and white long sleeved shirt, a pair of pink shoes, and splash goggles hanging in her neck. She carries a good ‘ol Charger. She happily said, “Ohh! A mute that uses sign languages! I can translate what he is trying to say perfectly for you, then Verique.”

“I didn’t know you know how to read sign languages.” He said, “Hey, lad, she is Yeran, a friend of mine as well. Since you are mute, she maybe translating your words whenever you are trying to tell me something. But first, introduce yourself.”

Kthulhu signed them his name, by using the signing single letters of his name, K-T-H-U-L-H-U.

“Your name is Kthulhu?” She asked, “As in, the literal legend, ‘Cthulhu?’”

He shook his head.

“Just kidding, Kthulhu, he is just a legend!” Yeran said, “Legends like him are just stories.”

Verique shot her a disapproving glare, but he shifted back his look to Kthulhu, “So, uhh, Kthulhu, why are your eyes are closed shut? Do you have sight impairment and you close your eyes to not tire your eyes out?”

He puts his left index finger in his lips, meaning it’s a secret.

“You won’t tell- I mean sign about it, huh?” Verique looked a little disappointed, but softens up with a understanding expression, “I understand, if it something from the past, zen I won’t barge in your personal space.”

It’s not really from his past, he is born with it, and so is his sister as well. They somehow have the ability to see even with despite having their closed.

Their conversation was cut short when a message from a cat with its fur looked like a referee outfit. He immediately recognized it as Judd, the judge of turf wars.

“Meow! (The match is about to start! Be sure to have your conversations finished, equipments ready, and you inklings are healthy to play!”

Verique sighed, “Looks like the match is about to start, Kthulhu.”

“I hope to see you two in the same team!” Yeran said as she puts in her splash goggles and prepares her charger, “And if not, newbie, just know that I might whoop your ass in your first match!”

Kthulhu’s expression changes into more a confident one, challenging Yeran without hesitation.

“I’ll wipe that cocky face of yours if I beat you in this match!” Yeran said, as her eyes are filled with determination, accepting the challenge, “If I am in the opposite team, that is.”

“Well, then,” he prepared his roller, “Hope to see ya in my team.”

Kthulhu nodded, as he prepares his Splatterhot Jr. for battle. A few seconds later, the Inklings are teleported away; his first turf war has begun.

The today’s stage is Blackbelly Skatepark. Kthulhu’s team color is Purple and their opponent’s

The Inklings then brushes off the ink that covered them after they were teleported to their spawn points. He is in front of the spawn point, as he instinctively looked behind. He sees two unfamiliar inklings with one that equips another splattershot, and one that has an E-Liter. The only familiar teammate in his team is Verique, with his roller ready to splat n roll.

Verique looked at him, with a smile plastered on his face. He looked happy to see Kthulhu, “Eiy zere, lad.”

Kthlhu raised his free hand, greeting him back.

“Looks like Yeran is in ze other team,” he said, “I guess I should warn you to be careful whenever you encounter her. She is one hella sniper, her accuracy is in eagle level, and she will pressure you to make the wrong turn. She can snipe like an S ranked sniper.”

I nodded in acknowledgement. That didn’t scare Kthulhu the slightest, though.

“You seem confident,” Verique noticed, “then good luck…”

The countdown started, as all eyes gaze into battlefield.

3… 2… 1… START!

With that, everyone started inking turf, with Kthulhu is up ahead, inking his path.

Both teams’ score looked pretty tied up.

Kthulhu is doing great so far. It seems his training paid off.

He has splatted the two opposing team members with extreme efficiency, although none of them are Yeran. He has yet to encounter her in the battlefield. She snipes like an S ranked sniper. He was still thinking about that earlier, yet it doesn’t take away his skills in battlefield. If she can snipe like a S ranked player, he must be cautious in his surroundings. He entered the alleyway that leads to the opposing base.

That is, until he saw a green laser pointing at his shoulder.

He jumps backwards as soon as the shot is fired. It obviously missed, and he heard a scream afterwards, “WHAT?!”

He recognized the voice; it was Yeran. He immediately entered the alleyway, just to see Yeran is charging her shot. She is really focused, he noticed, and the laser is nearing him. He had act quick.

He shot out purple ink in the left side as he tries to move at the same direction. The sniper’s laser reached maximum distance and aims at the same direction he shoots out ink. As expected, and he quickly changed pace and direction and at the same time, the sniper’s shot out her sniper shot, making her miss.

He repeated the same procedure, but with the second time he uses the same he double faked her out by shooting out two ink puddles, one each from left and right. She is repeatedly missing her shots.

That is when she can now use her special, Bomb Rush. She immediately uses it and shoots a crap ton of splat bombs at him.

Unfortanately, Kthulhu’s special is also up. As soon as the bombs close in, he activated his special, reflecting bombs aside and explodes out of his range. A bomb from bounced off to his back by chance. Knowing that he can be knocked back while in bubbler, he back away for a few distance, and let the bomb explode. As the bomb explodes, he is knocked back greatly, inking the ground as he slides into Yeram, with a shocked expression on her face and her special has expired.

As soon as he stops sliding, he points his Splattershot at her face. Before he shot her, his expression changed into triumphant, and precedes to splatting her.

Her clothes and weapon briefly falls into the ground. It quickly disappeared soon afterwards.

She may be a good sniper, as he notice when he encounter her in the central part of the map as she suppresses his team and preventing from us retaking the middle for quite a while, but he knows how to outmaneuver her with ease, thanks to his training.

And thanks to him, they have made a last half-minute comeback.

Team Purple – 58.6%

Team Green – 41.4%

The Purple team cheered for their victory over the Green team. He then checks on the leaderboards; he is in the second place, with 2009 points, while Verique has 2192 points in his end. Although he got the highest splat count; scoring 21 splats with the Splattershot Jr.

The Purple team cheered for Kthulhu, despite him disliking the attention. The inklings in Blackberry Skatepark were teleported away from the said location and back to the tower they were in. The inklings claimed their reward from Judd after their hard fought victory. Kthulhu somehow levelled up to LVL two. Yeran and Verique came back together, with Yeran visibly upset.

“Oh, lookie here, its ze happy go lucky girl,” Verique said with a mock tone, “Looks like she’s upset.”

“Shut it, Verique.” Yeran retorted, “We would’ve won that match.”

“Not so fast, lad,  Kthulhu here have carried us to victory.”

“You wimps relied on him after he destroyed me during that fight in the alleyway.”

“Oh, a newbie beat your ass up in his first match, huh? How embarrassing, lad, I expected better.”

“Then I challenge you into one-on-one duel then, Verique! Let’s see whose ass will be handed to!” She put on a confident smirk on her face.

“Bring it, ‘zen, Geek.”

“Beat it, nerd,”

Kthulhu felt a budding friendship between Verique and Yeran. They are just having a friendly banter and rivalry after his first match. He mentally smiled as he remembers the time he had bantering with his old friends. They have lost contact after he was taken away.

“But, seriously, did you just beat her while you were on ‘zat alleyway to her base?” He asked Kthulhu, “I thought ‘zat the Splattershot Jr. will have a disadvantage against chargers, especially at tight spots like ‘zat alleyway you two fought in.”

“He probably knew that already, but he is really agile as cod, and fakes me everytime!” Yeran answered him, instead, “You know how hard it is to hit such fast opponents?!”

Kthulhu signed, “I get ya.”

“Shut it, newbie. How can you even see that sniper laser when you are about to enter the alleyway for the first time, anyway? Stupidly ironically, your eyes are like sealed tight, how can you see them?”

“Irony is the best way to shift the heat of battle. Don’t underestimate it, or you’ll get flattened.”

“ANYWAY,” She tried to change the subject, “Are you truly a newbie, though? You play like an S rank player with the show you just pulled off to splat me. And why that one splat bomb explodes for like a millisecond? If I remember correctly, it’ll take more than a millisecond to explode. Please don’t tell me you’re cheating?”

He shook his head, and signs, “If I’d cheat my way to victory, it wouldn’t be more subtle, and it will be too plain obvious and easy to detect cheating.”

“And how do you know that?”

He puts his left index finger in his lips, indicating that he’ll be keeping it a secret.

She sighed, “I guess it’s no point persuading you to sign.”

“I just want you guys to know that I feel left out because you two are the only ones who able to understand each other.” Verique said. We looked at him mid-sentence, confused expression on his face.

“If you want to understand sign language, then let me teach you IF you beat me on our duel later!” Yeran proposed. Verique’s expression shifted to confidence.

“Then I’ll give everything I got to beat you down!”

“You better be!”

“So, uhh, Kthulhu, want to watch us duel and be our referee? If you have something to do though, then it’s alright for you to decline.”

“Actually I do have.” Kthulhu signed, “I have to go to the Ammo Knights.”

“You’ll be going to the Ammo Knights, ehh?” Yeran said, translating its meaning for Verique to understand. “Well, sucks that you can’t come to see me whoop this nerd’s ass.”

“Well, if you are going to the Ammo Knights, zen get going, if it’s something important then we don’t want to keep you longer ‘zan we intended to.”

“Nah, nothing important, not that if I remember.” He signed, “Well, then I’ll be seeing you guyslater.”

“Wait, before you leave,” Yeran took out her squidphone, “How about we exchange numbers, Kthulhu? We might run into each other for a while, or even hang out, like friends do.”

“I agree,” Verique then tooks his squidphone as well, “You are a great battler, despite ‘zis being your first ever match.”

Kthulhu then took out his squidphone, he signed them his number, and the two told him their numbers. He had gained two new friends in his first match.

“There! Now we are now officially friends!” Yeran enthusiastically exclaimed, “I hope to see you again in the future.”

“We will, I could already tell,” Verique reassured, “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we will be going inside again and we will go onto a private duel. We’ll see ya soon, Kthulhu.”

They waved goodbye to Kthulhu, and he waved back as he goes to the direction where the Ammo Knights is. He made great progress; he made two new friends, won his first match, levelled up, and most importantly;

His training truly has paid off. And he will further test it in the future battles.

 You see that Inkling in the mid? Yes, that is the same Inkling in my profile pic. It’s his initial design when I was making his design.

The Red-Haired in the middle is the same inkling that is in my Profile Pic. Looks different? That’s his initial design, excluding the starter gear. This one-shot shows how my Profile Pic Inkling started Turf Warring, shows a little sneak about his past, and the start of my own Splatoon Story.

Splatoon belongs to - Nintendo

Characters here in the story belongs to - me

Fanfic and Art belongs to - me