#Splatoon writer

[opal-owl-flight]

I found out that the reason theres a braid hairstyle in Sploon3 was bc its a pun for 3 in Japanese (or something like that). I havent been over it since

[marmastry]

Moomers comic masterpost

I just wanna link everything here chronologically at least

pilot ep. First forgotten meeting

About Lockers

Promise

Salmon Run ep

Hasa's team + Missing

Maya in Alterna

Quarrel

Agent 3s

Pike

Call

Rainy Fever dreams

The Climb in B-Rank

A Little Reading session

The 4th member

A-Rank

Hasa and Azure

Girls!!!

Red Squid Plush

Birthday Present

Maya

Team

Missed Calls

Recap + Hasa and Maya

Deep Fry

MY lockermate!

Hazard Level: MAYA?!

Two Squids at the Park

Iodine's Unrequited love

Friendly tussles

Cold Feet and Warm Hands

At Maya's Place

Soda Pop

Wipeout!

Table Food

Locker Photo

Full comic + Finale is now available.

You can buy it here!

Doodles

Hasa meeting Lil' Peri

Maya's eventual team (earlier sketches)

WereCeph AU: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06

General doodles: 01, 02, 03,

Maya a week after turfing (comic)

Maya & Hasa when they were 18 + AU doodles

Team Love

Year End doodles (2023)

Hasa's New Math

References

Hasa and Maya's home (ACNH build)

Outfit refs

[dr-spectre]

Be me.

>Comes up with new writing idea

>Gets excited about idea

>Starts writing

>Enjoys writing

>Rereads dialogue after few days

>Vomits

>Stops halfway through or near beginning

>Forgets about project

>Repeat

>Repeat

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[alicesharks]

SANITIZED LOVE CHAPTER 9 OUT NOW!!

GO READ IT PRETTY PLEASE

SQUID YURI OUT NOW!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48921082/chapters/154620316

[meowdyjac]

Is there any more Sam and Max Splatoon Crossover?

First of all, thank you sm for the ask.

Second of all, no… IS WHAT I WOULD SAY IF I DIDN’T HAVE ANY!! (I do)

1. Frye was the one to find them first and was captivated by Max

2. SnM were having an argument right before getting frozen which lead to them ending up being frozen (the freezing happened in a split second before they even had time to react

3. Despite SnM being completely fine (yet soggy) after melting, their guns got jammed by being frozen. This would lead them to eventually getting black market weapons (think Grizzco guns with unregulated specials and sub weapons) which they “confiscated in the name of the law.”

Funny enough Max was mid kick when he got frozen so when they melted his leg just immediately finished the kick.

[puppiep1llowf0rt]

꒰ my intro !!

names : tari , bb , puppie , or pinkie !!

I use she/they/pup + more ^^

I’m poc + lesbian and a teen꒱

꒰ dni if your a pr0shipper , c0mshipper , zooaphile , dsmp , 1cest , or nsfw ꒱

extra : please feel free to dm me I love making friends! ꒱

sorry this is so short I’ll make a good one later !!

︶︶꒦ ︶꒷꒦ ︶ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅

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[tom-is-online]

hi tumblr artists :)

REBLOG YOUR OWN ART, DO IT. GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO

theres no shame in it at all your art deserves to be seen if you want it to be

[technicolorcrows]

halcyon haze

a gift fic for @opal-owl-flight! thank you very kindly for letting me pick your brain about your agents, i enjoy them very much!

It's like looking at a dream.

Perfectly recalled, and yet the details blur together once they're no longer in focus, scattering into rainbow flecks that quiver and dance on the dust-covered floors of one of Alterna’s many long-silent buildings. Light is all it is - caught and crystallized and reflected back at them in whatever shape they want to see - but still, it's quite impressive that such an ultimately frivolous thing would still perform its function after all this time.

The sun in Alterna never sets. Here, the shadows never lengthen, day never whiles itself away into night, the minutes paused in their endless forward march.

So they don't really know how long they've been down here.

Some part of them demands that they check, prodding at them relentlessly, reminding them of the life that's waiting for them beyond the borders of this forgotten place - a life that's certainly not going to wait for them forever.

But for right now, it doesn't matter. For right now, for this moment in an endless sea of stilled time, it doesn't matter at all.

Rain looks back at them.

She looks… happy.

No bandages on fresh wounds, no poorly-hidden exhaustion, no haunted, harried look in her eyes barely offset by pasted-on cheer. Just Rain, smiling against the backdrop of the endless blue sky. Just Rain, happy. Just like she ought to be.

You don’t deserve to miss her. You’re the one that sent her away.

And yet, there she is. A mirror of their greatest desires, and there she is. It’s only light, and the rational part of their mind acknowledges this as fact, but cod. Cod. It’s good to see her again.

They haven’t let themselves look at her since she left - quite a difficult endeavor, given how deeply she’d rooted herself in their life, but they are nothing if not thorough when they need to be. And maybe they hadn’t been able to bring themselves to delete the photos in their phone that show her face. Maybe they now live in their own little folder, untouched since the day they’d been moved. 

But there is nothing they can do about the gaping wound of her absence. Time has seen the edges crust over with the beginnings of scabs, but all it takes is the slightest reminder and suddenly they’re weeping freely again.

Reminders like that precise shade of sunset-orange, vivid as a flame pinned in place, always bright enough to catch their eye. The sound of singing from another room. A mote of sunlight falling at just the right angle so as to pool in their lap. The dusty-sweet smell of an olive tree’s bark, warm in the noonday heat.

The Rain in the mirror perks up as if they’d called for her. Her mouth moves as if she’s speaking, but the still air is unmoved by anything but Tanara’s own breathing. They can’t quite read her lips - the words are choppy and disjointed, like they’re being viewed through a constantly-shifting lens - but it leaves them free to let their mind fill in the gaps.

“What kind of life would I have if you’re not there?” She’d asked them once, eyes flashing like sparks in the gloom, alight with hurt and confusion. “Not a happy one, I’m telling you!”

They hope it is happy. They hope she feels their absence like a weight lifted from her shoulders, a burden relinquished - they hope, fervently, that somewhere in the world above, she is smiling just like this.

Isn’t that all they’d wanted? For her to be happy, blissfully so? For her to live, far away from the reach of their war-torn hands, far away from the suffering that follows them like a second shadow?

Clearly not, because here she is in the mirror. Here she is, looking only at them. Here she is, smiling at them, happy, brilliant as a star. Here she is, reaching for them -

- the glass is cold under their palm, but the ghost of imagined warmth sinks into their skin.

The wound of her absence was self-inflicted, but the good intentions behind it don’t make it ache any less.

It’s for the best. You know it’s for the best. She has a brand new life now. She’s safe. Safe from fighting, safe from pain, safe from you.

The Rain in the mirror smiles on, unperturbed.

With a sigh, their hand slides away from hers - but not cleanly. Their fingerprints leave smudges on the glassy surface. It's a tiny, almost unnoticeable blemish on the image of Rain before them, but the very sight of it makes them recoil in disgust.

Even in their most perfect, idyllic imaginings, they cannot keep her clean.

The crystalline vision leans itself over to meet their averted gaze - cod, it's not real. It's not real, but the weight of seeing how softly concern sits on her face carries a punch no less than if she'd been there in the flesh.

“|Don't-|” They start, but stop themselves. There's no one there. This isn't a person, it's no different than a reflection in a windowpane. And what would they even say? Don't look at me like that. I'm fine, I'm fine, there's nothing here to be concerned about. Don’t waste your time worrying about me.

The reflection's expression doesn't waver. It doesn't coax, or snarl, or insist, stubborn as the shining sun, that they sit down, shut up, and eat something. There is only the same look of soft concern - there is nothing to argue. There is no order they can give, no rank they can pull, no tables they can turn to remove it, because they are the ones that put it there. This is their reflection, after all.  

<<Captain.>> O.R.C.A.’s smooth, monotonous voice pierces the silence.

Their mouth tightens into the beginnings of a thunderous scowl. They cast their eyes at the ceiling, searching for the dim red glow of the nearest security camera to sign to.

“|What is it.|” They ask, the motions sharp and terse.

<<Your presence is being requested by [Marie Cuttlefish] in Site 1.>>

Of course it is. Evidently the life they so briefly set down has gotten tired of waiting on them, and has come to sink its claws into them once more. At least Rain doesn’t have to deal with this shit anymore.

They turn to go back the way they’d come, but a flicker of motion catches their eye - the image in the crystal mirror is still reaching for them, but its smile seems smaller somehow, its brightness diminished. And when it moves its mouth, this time they can read the words perfectly:

“So this means goodbye…?”

It’s only light. It’s not a real person. It’s only a sheet of liquid crystal, resonating with the exact frequency of the thing their hearts cry for the loudest.

“|Yes.|” They tell it with unsteady hands. “|For good, this time.|”

It’s the truth until another lonely night makes a liar of them - but that’s a little more raw honesty than they’re prepared to deal with at the moment, so they dismiss it in favor of giving Rain a last long look, soaking up every minute, beloved detail before squeezing their eyes shut and tearing themselves away. On stiff legs, they shuffle towards the exit as fast as their protesting limbs will allow.

Don’t look back.

The image of Rain watches them go. Slowly its smile dims, sliding away fully as they disappear from sight. It stands, alone against the false sky, staring out into the empty, crumbling hallways of the ancient, abandoned sanctuary.

With a soundless sigh, the reflection rests the pads of its fingers on the glass, right where Tanara’s had been only moments before, tracing the smudges they’d left behind with a melancholy tilt to its once-smiling mouth. Its touch leaves nothing behind, nor does it make the far side of the glass clean again.

It’s only light, after all. So when it speaks, there is no sound - when it speaks, there is no one to watch its eyes soften in fondness. There is no one to see it, and so its words pass unnoticed by the whole of the world, uncaptured by the memory of any living thing.

“I hope I see you again soon, Tanara.”

The image of Rain shimmers, shivers, and then the light scatters into a dizzying array of colors, splashing the room with a thousand prismatic fragments that wink out one by one-

-until the endless blue sky is all that remains. 

[pocketmania]

🎨🔫☁️ ❤️‍🩹👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Hey. Im Kirbop.

I would like to request some Marie x Reader stuff.

i have been struggling severely with my self image and feelings of not being good enough along with depressive slumps, something to help with those would be wonderful. If its not too much to ask.

Hi kirbop! I'm so sorry all of that's happening to you. But, I hope you know that you are good enough, even if it doesn't feel like it. You are just as capable and amazing as the next person, and I'm so proud of you for making it this far. And, as always, it's never a burden to ask for anything.

Now onto the thingy

‧₊˚✧[ The Love You

Receive ]✧˚₊‧

(🎨🔫☁️❤️‍🩹👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨) - splatoon comfort

(reader type) - gender neutral /

androgynous

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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To put it plainly, you felt like shit.

You were currently rotting away in bed, lying on your side and swaddled in your blankets, facing the wall. You knew everyone thought you were worthless. You knew everyone would throw you away the given the chance.

You couldn't stand looking at the person you saw in the mirror. You couldn't think anything positive of them, either.

Just then, you felt a hand caress your shoulder. You turned your head and saw Marie standing over you. "Hey, you okay over here?"

You didn't want to be a burden. So you lied.

"I'm fine, yeah." you mumbled, plastering a fake smile onto your tired face. Unfortunately, for you, she saw right through your little facade. She gave your shoulder another little rub and squeeze.

"Be honest with me," she said to you as she said down next to you. "Are you feeling okay? You can tell me anything, y'know." You felt guilty for lying, so you eventually spat out the truth.

"... Do you regret meeting me?" You finally asked, turning your upper body to face her. Her expression softened, and she sat next to you, letting go of your shoulder.

"Of course not. What makes you think that?" She asked, glancing at you. You didn't feel like sharing all your thoughts, so you cut your explanation short.

You sighed and stared at the wall. ".. I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm worthless.. I know that you pity me." All Marie did was stare ahead and nod. You knew it probably annoyed her a lot when you were like this. You couldn't help it, but you wished you could-

"You're very wrong about that last statement." She turned to face you as she talked. "I will never pity you. I am and always will be very proud of you. You are capable."

You looked over to her. "And I mean that with all of my heart. You are the light of my life. I'm glad I have you." You began to tear up and give a small smile. You wiped away your tears with the covers.

You came out of your little blanket ball to give Marie a tight hug. You began to sob and say things like, "I'm just worried you'll leave," to which she responded with things like, "And you know I won't". It continued until you were reduced to just crying.

"You don't know how much that means to me." You finally said in between your cries. She dug your face into her neck crevice and nodded. She held the back of your head and scratched at your scalp with one arm. The other was wrapped around your waist to secure you.

You were still kinda iffy about your feelings and hers, but if what she said was true, then you could rest easier at night. Because you could rest easier together.

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‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[awkward-writes-shit]

Hello!! Welcome to my blog! I am new to writing but loved @hypernova-writes fics so much I wanted to try it for myself.

Requests: OPEN!!!

Fandoms I write for:

-TF2 (Pls I beg of you.)

-Splatoon Coroika

Mostly just those 2 for now but will add more if I feel like it. Plus just to make it easier for moi all my writing will be as Character x Reader.

Stuff I will do:

-Female or GN Reader

-Fluff

-Smut

-Angst. (Not very good at it…)

-Yandere

-Headcannons

-Oneshots/Stories

I will NOT do:

-Male reader (Unable to do that perspective due to being a AFAB)

-Rape/Non con

-Pedophilia/ way too large age gap

-Suicide (This does not include death)

-OC x Canon

-Canon x Canon

-Smut with Pyro. (I just can’t see him as anything but a kid mentally.)

-Piss/ Scat/ anything like that. (Just feel uncomfortable)

-And more to be added if necessary

About the author.

I go by Awkward or Firefly

I go by any and all pronouns

I love art

I have a TF2 OC and very much love medic

VERY WILLING TO LISTEN TO YOU RANT ABOUT YOUR INTERESTS

NICE TO MEET YOU!!

(Banners used were made by @shitpostdevil & @drhimejoshi)

[tar-4-all]

Ey, QnA!

Seeing as I skipped posting a chapter, why not ask our fine fellows how their doing? Ghon will be able to reply, even though most of his face is missing right now... but hey! Even the agents can reply. Wonder how Neos doing? Ask! And I'm open too, if you have any questions about the overall story/fact instead of the characters (Toss your questions in my inbox!)

[dr-spectre]

Callii (Callie Mii) being silly on Aori Island

Mostly lore accurate Callie.

You...

This me btw, when you bully me, this is who you're bullying.

This is me typing out my silly little self-inflicted gaslighting on the events of Splatoon 2 in relation to Callie Cuttlefish so that the story mode can be good and not bloody disgusting and vile~ /j

[ghostieblotts]

The thing about making aus is that you end up with multiple different versions of your blorbo to rotate in your mind. Which is great and fun but also it may well just mean all you're doing is hopping between thinking about different versions of the same character. And you unlock new ways to make yourself emotional about them

[3zr4s-51ll3]

HAIIII!!! WELCOME TO MY BLOG!! :3

Here's a little bit of info about me (not interests):

×My name: Ezra!!

×My Pronouns: He/They

×I am a minor!!

AND NOWWWW!! Here are some things that I am interested in :D

-Splatoon

-Vocaloid/utaloid

-Cookie Run Kingdom

-Zelda: BOTW

-Monster Prom

-ENA

-HTTYD

-Spiderman: Into/Across the Spiderverse

-One Piece

-Steven Universe

-Final Destination: Bloodlines

-Dungeons and Dragons

-Saw (a little bit, not a lot)

-Art!

-Band

-Writing

That's about it for my top interests right now!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Now, time for more serious stuff.

**MY DNI LIST!!**

-Homophobes

-Transphobes

-Racists

-Abelists

-Pro Shippers

-Lolicons

Basically anything WEIRD weird, like, not the good weird I mean the "You should be in jail" weird.

Oh AND a bit more about me is I'm a self-shipper plus I make a bit of OC x Canon stuff! So if you like that kinda stuff, you should totes follow:3

THAT'S BASICALLY IT THOOOOO!!!!

BAAAIIIIII (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[faemytho]

AO3 Wrapped 2024

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This year I wrote:

10 works for Cookie Run for a total of 288,176 words

7 works for Cult of the Lamb for a total of 206,540 words

6 works for Splatoon (Video Games) for a total of 20,896 words

5 works for Splatoon (Manga) for a total of 3,665 words

That's 467,731 words more than last year!

(Also! The Splatoon manga, Coroika, FINALLY has a designated fandom tag on AO3!!! That happened this year, and I helped pioneer it!)

My most popular work this year was:

Abstraction of the Soul

Relationship: Narinder/The Lamb

Rating: T | Category: NB/M | Chapters: 40/? | WC: 199,821+ | In-Progress

"Merry was a little lamb, whose fleece was black as coal Beloved by Death, brought back to life, we could not kill their soul Of Chaos, Famine, Blight, and Might, the lamb will learn of each and from each loss, we too shall learn, what Death was meant to teach." Death was chained for love. For the ritualistic desecration of his godly domain, born of desperation to save the one he loved most, his fellow godly Bishops had him chained and conducted a genocide of sheepkind to prevent the prophecy of his escape. A thousand years later, a lamb with black wool, Aletheia, the last lamb, is executed. They make a deal with Death, and with his guidance they vow to free him to repay the debt they owe him for giving them life anew. But with the crown of death upon their head come visions of lifetimes they never lived, untold knowledge of the world around them... And the question of their true place in the world.

My favorite work to write this year was:

a thousand years of dust

Relationship: Poison Mushroom Cookie/Strawberry Crepe Cookie

Rating: T | Category: NB/NB | Oneshot | WC: 2,127

A thousand years after Strawberry Crepe put themself into cryosleep to avoid Dark Enchantress' attack on the Vanilla Castle, Poison Mushroom visits them in the wafflebot hangar for a progress report regarding the Cookies of Darkness' failed Crème Republic mission.

boom.

was putting this off, but here's my writer stats! ive written more this year than i have in all my previous years on ao3 COMBINED. and i know for SURE there's 100k+ words in my docs that i havent posted to ao3 yet. i wrote a LOT this year, holy shit. its all thanks to my fiancée and co-author @legendspeaker ily <3