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technicolorcrows · 11 days ago

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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.

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

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.

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.

#haha i was threatened with death for this!#but that's really the highest honor a fic writer can earn tbh #splatoon

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soupywrites · 3 months ago

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Etched Into My Heart

Craig Cuttlefish, former captain of the NSS, and Octavio Takowasa, DJ and leader of the Octarians, talk about how they got here, in this booth, together once again. (2,782 words)

A cuttletavio fanfiction from a simple soup: I see opportunity for cuttletavio in canon, I write about it :P

Octavio turned back into the booth, grabbing a Team Present T-Shirt and handing it to the little jelly in front of him.

“Here ya go, kid. Don’t go wreaking havoc now, ya hear?” The jelly nodded and ran away happily, leaving a few coins in return for their newest merchandise. He had been asked to run the merch booth by Callie, but he hadn’t known with whom he’d be running it.

The DJ sighed and looked out of the corner of his eye. He saw his partner, his friend, and his sworn enemy, Craig Cuttlefish, handing an Octoling a Team Past T-Shirt. They hadn’t spoken much since Octavio swooped in just in time to save the New Squidbeak Splatoon during the fight with Grizz. A few quick words of gratitude and appreciation were all that was exchanged, and they had yet to address their deeper issues. “Here, squirt. Enjoy the Grand Festival!” Craig enthusiastically cheered the kid on. The Octoling nodded and ran away towards their friends; they were all wearing various team shirts. Octavio smiled at this. He was grateful that the new generation of kids could enjoy each other’s company, squid or octopus, no matter what team they were on. It was refreshing to the king. He turned back to his wasabi sticks and began grating. He focused on listening to the nearby Squid Sisters performance while he did the repetitive task. Grate, collect, compress, and serve. The Squid Sisters are playing the Calamari Inkantation. Grate, collect, compress, and serve. They’re playing the spicy remix. Grate, collect-

“Takowasa.” Octavio squinted in disdain and turned toward the shriveled inkfish beside him, scowling. Craig smiled in apology. “M’sorry. You weren’t responding to anything else.” Octavio grunted and turned back to his wasabi, and Craig sighed and floated down deeper into his chair. Watching his granddaughters, he began humming the song while they sang.

“Y’know, Tavi, I used to love this song. Then, I didn’t. But now, now I do again. It’s nice.”

Silence loomed over them. Octavio groaned. “Fine, I’ll bite. Why’d ya stop?” The DJ pivoted to look at the former captain, who was still staring intently at the Urchin Stage.

“Well, if I tell you, you’ll probably think it’s silly.”

“Nonsense. Y’know I don’t do ‘silly.’” The squid chuckled at this.

“It’s because it reminds me of you. Always has, and I think it always will.” Craig peered over, trying to gauge Octavio’s reaction. The Octoling donned a stern face, as per usual. But his eyes were boring holes into Craig’s as if he was waiting for something.

“Well,” Octavio started. “Go on.”

“Why? You asked, and I answered.” Craig faced the stage again, watching as Callie and Marie were quickly replaced by Deep Cut.

“Don’t start now, Cuttlefish. Don’t start the evasive carp. You know exactly what I’m looking for, here.”

“Y’re right. I do. But I dunno if I wanna tell you.”

Octavio growled under his breath. “Why d’ya always have to be so difficult? We’re sitting in the same booth, for cod’s sake. There’s no one else around; every single inkfish is busy somewhere else. Whatever you’ve gotta say, just say it!”

“Fine,” Craig started. “I loved it once, long ago, because it reminded me of you.” He felt uneasy confessing all this to the warlord. “You, Octavio, were a melody that was deeply ingrained in my heart for a long, cod awful time. Then, history had other plans for us.” He stared off into the distance, not quite focusing on anything specific. Sighing, he continued, “I hated anything to do with you because I was too prideful to admit that I missed you. It was a long time before I’d see you again. Then, you came back. You took the Great Zapfish. And, suddenly, I hated more than just you.”

Octavio was quiet. He put his wasabi sticks down, and he stole a glimpse at the captain’s face. It was tired and full of pain. So much so that the DJ contemplated making him stop talking. Contemplated.

“I also hated the idea of you. I hated knowing that we had become less than what we once were. You weren’t mine anymore. I could no longer call you a friend. It felt like there was nothing left. And, Octavio, when I laid down to die, thinking that I’d never wake up again, thinking that that damned bear was going to steal my life away, I thought about you. And I missed you. And I finally admitted it to myself. I, Craig Cuttlefish, had missed you all that time.”

Craig closed his eyes in thought, slouching further into the chair. He took a deep breath, and, after a moment of silence, started again.

“I missed you so much, Tavi, that thinking about you in that moment hurt more than having the life sucked outta me. Did ya know that, Takowasa? That you had stolen my heart?” There was no answer. “Anyway, being alive after all that really changes an Inkling. Not just what that Grizz fella did. But surviving the war. Surviving the metro. Surviving you. I realized that, for as long as I was lucky, and as long as I was alive, I’d always hear your melodies somewhere. Whether in the Canyon, or on the radio, or up in space. You were obnoxiously everywhere, Octavio. Octavio,” Craig opened his eyes fully now, looking back at the Octoling, who was staring at the Urchin Stage, an unreadable expression on his face. “Look at me. Please.”

Octavio turned to Craig, his eyes wet. Craig smiled. “Thanks. I was starting to think I was pouring this all out to nobody.” No response, but the king never took his eyes off the captain. “When you came to help us up in space, Octavio, I remembered what made me miss you all along. You were always stubborn. But you always cared. I knew you did, somewhere deep down. And hearing those girls sing the Inkantation, watching Lil’ Buddy transform due to the sheer power of some simple song, reminded me of you. And I felt as if it etched itself into my heart again for the very first time.”

Octavio took his glasses off and set them on the counter of the booth they shared. Craig tapped his tentacle, as dry and brittle as it is, on the table, lost in thought. Then, he began to smile.

“That’s when I started loving it again. I started loving it again because I started loving you again. No, that’s not the truth; I never stopped loving you. But, for the first time since the last time, I let myself love you.” Cuttlefish laughed an airy laugh, and, for a moment, he reminded Octavio of when they were young. “You probably think I’m such a sap,” he said.

“I always have,” Octavio replied. There was a pause in the conversation.

“But, yeah, you’ve changed a lot, Tavi. But you’ve also changed me. Thanks for that.”

Octavio, for the first time since he was asked not to, looked away from the Inkling. He stared off into the distance, hearing Pearl and Marina singing Color Pulse. Time passed all too slowly.

“You have nothing to thank me for,” he finally spat out, voice rough.

“On the contrary, old friend.” Craig tentatively put a tentacle on one of Octavio’s. He didn’t protest. “I have everything to thank you for.”

Octavio looked at Craig, who now had a single tear falling down his cheek.

“You were my everything,” Craig whispered, voice cracking slightly at the confession. Octavio hesitated before wiping away the tear on the inkling’s face.

“You did a lotta bad, Craig. A lot of it.”

“I know.”

Octavio stared at him deeper. “I did a lotta wrong. You did a lotta wrong. But, despite that, I never let you go. I don’t know why. It’s like ya found a way to stay in my heart, regardless of the incessant pain that caused me. Maybe it knew that, one day, I’d let myself love you, too.” Octavio turned away, rubbing his eyes. “Cod, now you’ve got me all sappy. Y’know I’m not one for that carp.”

Craig didn’t answer. He just stared at Octavio. And then, he smiled. And then, he laughed. He laughed so hard that the Octoling wondered if his old body could even handle that.

“Geez,” he started in between breaths. “What happened to us?” Craig asked, his happy demeanor changing to one of sorrow.

“You know that answer.”

“Great, now it’s your turn to be all mysterious. Don’t start the evasive carp, Tavi. Y’know exactly what I’m getting at, here.”

“You’re right, I do know. But I don’t think I wanna say it.”

“C’mon, Octavio! Why d’ya always have to be so difficult? For cod’s sake, we’re sitting in the same booth. There’s no one else around, and everyone is busy somewhere else. Whatever you’ve gotta say, just say it to me now.”

“Fine,” Octavio started. “But don’t expect nothin’ pretty. Y’know I’m not good with words.”

“That’s the way we work, Tavi. I write the lyrics, you play the melody.” Craig grinned.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and let me suffer this through in peace.” The DJ sighed before beginning. “I guess we happened to ourselves. We had jobs to do, Craig. We had people to protect, even if that meant protecting them from each other. I’ll always regret that, y’know. Not trying harder to stop it all from happening. I was the coddamn king. I could’ve done more, but I was scared. Pathetic.”

“I don’t think that’s pathetic,” Craig said. “What more could you have done? We were young, Octavio. Much younger than we are now, that’s f’sure.”

“Great, reminded once again that I’m an old man,” Octavio said. Craig snorted at this. “Anyway. I hated you so much. I wanted nothing to do with you, and while it was probably easier for me, it was still so hard. And it hurt. I wanted you to hurt, too. I thought you didn’t care like I did. So I buried it all down deep. I forgot about us, the way we used to be, as best as I could. That was easier than trying to fix what was broken because of a war. Cod, the war. The stupid, stupid war. And then, my people, Craig. They were dying. Suffering. And I blamed you for it, because that was easier than trying to fix what was broken. It was easier to steal than to try and ask for help, for a truce. Would you have even given that a chance, Craig? A truce?”

Craig closed his eyes and frowned, thinking. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” The DJ raised his voice at the captain, face contorting with anger. “You don’t know if I had come to you, on my knees, begging for your help, at my absolute lowest point, you’d help me? If you’d help my people?” Octavio’s voice broke, and he looked away from Craig, taking his tentacle back. “That’s the problem, Craig. You never knew. You just- you never once tried to make a truce with me. Why?”

“Because, like you, I was scared. Pathetic, huh?” Craig stifled a sob, looking down. “I don’t know if I would’ve had it in me then to let go of the past, to let go of my pride. But I know now, that now I would do whatever you asked of me, Octavio. I would do anything you wish.”

Octavio remained quiet, Shiver’s singing seemingly cutting through the silence every so often.

“I know now, Craig, with certainty, what happened to us,” Octavio said. “We happened to us.”

“Yeah,” Craig murmured. “I guess we did.”

Silence. The sounds of the crowds became background noise compared to the thoughts racing through their respective heads.

“I have one wish I want t’ask of you, Cuttlefish.”

“Name it. Anything within my ability is yours, Octavio.”

“Good. I wish for you to forgive yourself, Craig Cuttlefish. I’m done thinking about the past. It stings, and it will for the rest of time. But that’s all it is now: a stinging pain in the background. We have so much left to live for, Craig. No use in dwelling on our mistakes any longer.”

Craig couldn’t bring himself to look at Octavio. Silent tears fell down onto the sandy floor of the booth. “I don’t think that one’s in my able-to-grant list, Octavio. Not yet.”

Octavio sighed and rubbed his face with a tentacle. “When will it be?” He grumbled.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s the problem, Craig. You never know. You just don’t. It’s a bad habit, Craig. To not know.”

“I know.”

“Then, you should also know how to forgive yourself.”

“But I don’t.” Craig mumbled. “I don’t think I ever will.”

“Thinking can be changed. You’ve changed, haven’t you? Time to change s’more. Forgive yourself, Craig.” Octavio was pleading at this point, which he found embarrassing; why was he trying to comfort his greatest enemy?

“I can’t, Octavio! I can’t. You’re asking too much of me too soon.”

“Too soon? It’s been a century, Craig. If not for yourself, then for me. Forgive yourself.” Octavio knew why, now. He was trying to comfort his greatest enemy because his heart hoped there was still a chance to reclaim what once was.

They were silent, and Craig’s face was still wet with tears. His expression hardened, and he locked eyes with the commander, the king, the DJ. The Octoling. The enemy. His enemy. His friend. His… lover? No, not his lover. Not anymore. But, just maybe, one day they can be again.

“I’ll forgive myself, Octavio Takowasa, if you forgive yourself.”

Octavio’s face softened slightly; it was in a way that only Craig would have noticed.

“I think I can make that happen.” Octavio grabbed one of Craig’s tentacles and squeezed it, keeping a hold on it. They held eye contact, a silent promise to be better for each other.

“OMCOD, ARE YOU TWO GONNA KISS?!” The two quickly shifted their attention to the young Cuttlefish cousins holding two bowls of noodles from a stand across the pathway.

“Now, now, Callie Cuttlefish! That is no way to speak to your elders!” Craig scolded.

“Sorry, Gramps. But I knew this was a great idea, putting you two together!” Callie motioned to their interlocked tentacles. “Clearly, you two are getting along better than I’d planned.”

“Clearly, you are getting ahead of yourself, young lady.” But their tentacles never left the other’s.

“Yeah, Cal. Gramps is right; yelling at two old men to kiss is slightly inappropriate, albeit situationally appropriate.” Marie smirked at Callie before her expression returned to neutral. “By the way, we figured we’d bring you something to eat on our break.” She and Callie placed the bowls on the counter.

“I didn’t know you two even got breaks,” Octavio quipped. “That’s why I prefer the DJ lifestyle; outta the public eye like that.” He nodded to himself. Callie rolled her eyes.

“That would only be applicable if you weren’t also a king,” she remarked.

“Well, I never mentioned being a king, did I?”

“Ughhh!”

Octavio laughed at her disgruntlement, and he smiled to himself, remembering when he felt the same way about his own performer life. His old life. One with Craig in it by his side. His smile softened at that thought. He could still have that if fate willed itself to be so. If Craig wanted that, too. Suddenly, a jelly ran up to the idols, holding out a tablet and frantically jumping in the air. Marie bent down, grabbed the tablet, and read what was on it, cursing under her breath. She motioned for Callie to read it, who subsequently cursed under her own breath, and both of them said quick goodbyes before quickly leaving towards the main stage. Octavio and Craig sat alone in silence, once again relying on background noise to fill the auditory void.

“Hey, Craig,” Octavio started softly in the now relenting quiet. “You did good with those two, y’know that?”

“I didn’t do much,” he said, smiling. “They’ve always seemed to know everything.”

They fell back into silence. There were so many unsaid words, but neither of them made an effort to speak them into existence. Finally, Craig sighed.

“Hey, Tavi,” Craig started softly. “Y’know how I’m officially on Team Past, and you’re officially on Team Present?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well,” he began. “I think that while separately we may be on different teams, together we are on one: Team Future.”

Octavio deliberated for a moment and then smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

“I missed you, Octavio.”

“I missed you, too, Craig.”

Author’s Notes: Hihi, if you made it this far tysm for reading! I saw the two sitting in the booth together and wondered how that even happened canonically lol. Anyways, likes & reblogs are appreciated but ofc not mandatory. I hope I brought some joy into your day!

- Soupy

P.S.: which of the devs decided to put them together anyway, give them a raise NOW

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puppiep1llowf0rt · 7 months ago

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I use she/they/pup + more ^^

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radiantmocha · 2 months ago

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"I need something stronger, Sheldon. MUCH stronger."

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somethingforsenro · 9 months ago

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splatoon without the splatoon

(the splatoon franchise without the new squidbeak splatoon)

so, i was scrolling through amino, the world's worst social media platform, when i found a very interesting question:

What would happen if the Squidbeak Splatoon disbanded after taking down Octavio during the events of Splatoon 1? Would that change anything down the road?

well, i looked at the comments and saw people basically all agreeing that it would be a complete and utter apocalypse. the world would end, like, three times over.

but if there's one thing i know about the internet, it's that people are stubborn little buggers who'll find their way around just about anything. so, i don't think that's right. i think life would find a way.

here's why.

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first of all, octo expansion wouldn't happen bc agent 3 wouldn't be there to fight eight before the dlc's start. in fact, eight might not be freed at all, because we know that only happened AFTER callie was brainwashed (just look at callie's mem cake in oe) and therefore happened during splatoon 2. i say ‘might not’ for a good reason, which i'll get to in a minute.

anyway, no 10008 means that tartar wouldn't find the perfect subject (at least, not with eight) and his plan would be delayed for the foreseeable future. that means octo expansion wouldn't happen, or at least wouldn't happen so soon; if it did eventually happen nonetheless, it's possible that the oe-equivalent protagonist of that timeline would find another way to stop tartar's plans, so i would hesitate to say that inkopolis is doomed in this scenario. i'll talk about that more in a minute, but first, let's get back to that ‘might not’ from earlier and have a chat about hero mode 2.

okay, hot take: even without squidbeak, i think callie would STILL be rescued either way, and the squid sisters would still perform the spicy calamari inkantation. squidbeak or no squidbeak, it's not like marie's just going to stand back and LET her cousin be kidnapped, and she still would have all the same information she does in the normal timeline. (we know that no one was around to help her when callie got kidnapped, so she figured it all out on her own.) she would still recruit agent four to help her (although she wouldn't give them that title or the agent uniform), and they would still rescue callie, so that happens more or less the same way.

however, cap'n cuttlefish and three still wouldn't be out there to fight octarians, so i still don't think oe would happen either way. that also means eight never loses their memories, never becomes a test subject, and never meets pearl or marina. even if you subscribe to the "agent eight is a clone/lab engineered" theory, then they would just wake up alone in the metro, be inducted as 10008, and then… (imho) not be special at all, because eight is only so successful through the help of pearl, marina, and cap'n cuttlefish, and pearl+marina only contact eight through the cap'n's phone. so, eight would still be a test subject, but probably wouldn't be exceptional.

but let's say you disagree. let's say they still WERE exceptional. well, then – they would just get blended and added to the ooze, at which point tartar would presumably create the perfect lifeforms as he planned. but since there's no eight escaping to the surface, he wouldn't have to resort to taking all the ooze he worked for 12,000 years to create and immediately blasting it out of the cannon. i theorize that he would invade inkopolis with the "Perfected Sanitized Army" first, and only use the mega death cannon as a last resort/when he's about to win, at which point pearl and marina would probably have figured out what was going on and take action on their own, eight or no eight.

so, all told, i don't think the world ends in splatoon 2. splatoon 3? well… let's have a look.

no cuttlefish means new 3 never checks out the manhole. there's no heroes looking for the great zapfish. so, the world is totally screwed, right? WRONG.

y'see, there is at least ONE person who exists independently of squidbeak, who also is an enemy of grizz from the start. ONE person who has ALSO lost something dear to them because of the bear's schemes, and who knew to go to the Crater and investigate more deeply. that person is none other than DJ fucking Octavio.

grizz stole his army, so he went to the crater – so CLEARLY he knew WHERE his troops went, he just didn't know who took them. in our timeline, he thought squidbeak did it, but here, because squidbeak doesn't exist, he knows there's something else afoot. he would take the refurbished octobot king out there, and because new 3 isn't clearing out the stages, he would see his fuzzified troops in full force crawling all over the crater. and octavio would be PISSED as HELL.

so, i theorize that octavio would be the protagonist of this alternate return of the mammalians. he would fight to free his people, fall/break into alterna, and beat up deep cut. he might humor them and give them the "treasure", he might not – if he didn't, they wouldn't show up to help him later on, but… that doesn't really matter.

either way, he'd eventually make it to the rocket, and just like in the original timeline, he'd go to space to fight grizz for the sake of his army and the entire world as he knew it. it would be a lot more drawn-out, but i think octavio COULD have taken grizz on his own, especially with the added motivation and anger he has in this timeline. so i say octavio beats grizz to a pulp, and the world is saved.

now, all that leaves is side order, so…

side order spoilers ahead. proceed with caution.

· i can only make one read more,

· so have this nice little

· fancy divider!

side order might still happen, because it's focused on pearl and marina, who aren't affected by the whole squidbeak thing. EDIT: however, as comments are reminding me, the memverse was made to cure sanitization. no oe means no experience with sanitization, no memverse, and no side order. if you think some variant of oe would still happen in the 6.5 years between s2 and side order, and pearl+marina would still be involved, then adapt accordingly.

but EVEN IF side order happened, because agent eight doesn't exist (or never met them, at least), there would be no side order protagonist. but – and this is gonna sound familiar at this point – that doesn't NECESSARILY mean order prevails, just that the fight is closer and takes a lot longer.

acht was fighting on their own before eight and pearl came. in OUR timeline, pearl spent a while trying to wake eight up while acht fought and got injured in the spire. but here, she doesn't have anyone to wait on, so she goes straight to the spire of order. it's possible, i think, for her to catch acht BEFORE their injury, and to give them the dualies and her support (after a confused argument, at least). i think acht could then beat the spire with pearl's help, freeing marina, and the rest would go on basically just like the dlc.

however, that one is DEFINITELY the most situational. there's no guarantee that pearl would be fast enough, and if acht WAS injured regardless, there wouldn't be anything to stop order. in that case, it would probably stay in control of marina for a lot longer, at least until acht healed (which could take weeks or even months).

even in THAT situation, acht would still eventually get back into fighting shape. but would they be too late to save marina? it's definitely possible. however, we DO know that greyscaling is reversible – eight managed it. so, it's POSSIBLE that they could free marina, even in THIS timeline.

and even if they COULDN'T free marina, they could still free (almost) everyone else. marina would be gone, but they would most likely be able to take down order EVENTUALLY, if much slower.

the only real killstate there is if order managed to greyscale acht and pearl. and if you ask me, the two of them seemed pretty fine and dandy the whole time, especially pearl – i mean, this is MARINA'S simulation, after all, so she WOULD give the people she cared about some level of protection or even enhanced access. (acht might even be able to hack into the simulation a little, although they wouldn't be nearly as cracked at it as marina is.)

so, i don't think order would succeed either way – although it might permanently greyscale a considerable number of people, including marina and possibly four. (remember, marie still recruits four's help, even if she doesn't technically call them agent four. they wouldn't be called agent four, but they still exist.)

so, that's definitely a bit more dire than in the main timeline, at least – but far from apocalyptic, i'd say.

…except for pearl. pearl would be pretty fucked up.

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inklinefan · 2 years ago

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(read Left to Right!)

#embarrassed to post this bc i am not a good writer & not confident in my paneling either but… Nonetheless…. Out to the fishes!#hkrawlkr #cuttletavio #<- implied ^_^#splatoon #i wont tag everyone..#New Agent 3 #Mantis #DJ Octavio #Craig Cuttlefish #i litearly… just HAD to get this idea out of my head or i was gonna explode.

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awkward-writes-shit · 2 months ago

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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:

-Fluff

-Smut

-Angst. (Not very good at it…)

-Yandere

-Headcannons

-Oneshots/Stories

I will NOT do:

-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.)

-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

And I like poems

NICE TO MEET YOU!!

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dr-spectre · 2 months ago

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I LOVE YOUR SPLATOON 2 FINAL BOSS REWRITE ITS SO AMAZING IT MADE ME TEAR UP 😢 I FREEKING CRIED

THANK YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm glad it's making people cry muahahahaha!!!

I wanna talk about my goals for the rewrite and why i did what i did.

I really wanted to focus on what was already there in Splatoon 2, that really cool setup established in the Sunken Scrolls, Squid Sister Stories, and concept art. But that cool setup got pushed to the side in favor of a more disgusting and disrespectful arc for Callie that Nintendo loves to push for some fucking reason.

I wanted to highlight Callie's isolation and stress from her busy life, her being drifted away from Marie and being busy all the time... and then DJ Octavio, the master of propaganda and manipulation, coming in and pulling the right strings to get her on her side, while Callie willingly went with him. Instead of fucking bullshit Sci-Fi shades that have no rules and come out of nowhere. Where did DJ Octavio get hypnosis tech? What are the rules of the Hypnoshades? What do they actually do? Why didn't he use it on his troops? Why did Nintendo call it brainwashing? I don't know.

The notion that Callie approached Octavio but immediately got hypnoshaded and kidnapped as a result makes me violently angry to the core, and so this rewrite was a way of me showing what I wish happened. What I wish we got instead. Something that gives Callie more agency and growth as a character, showing her overcoming the darkness in her heart that was hinted at in Splatoon 1 Splatfest dialogue as well as the relationship chart. I also wanted to pay off Marie's arc started from Splatoon 1 as well, where she starts off being really harsh towards Callie but then learns to be a better cousin and forgive herself as a result and say sorry. I wanted to make Splatoon 3 feel more satisfying, so when you see Callie and Marie together in ROTM it makes you feel very happy.

I also wanted to make DJ Octavio less of an unredeemable monster and make him... a bit of a dickhead but in a less vile way that makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable LOL!

Anyways, i wanna say thanks to all the people who have been giving me support and have actually been emotionally impacted. That's what i aim to do, to make people feel something, anything. Whether it's pure fun, happiness, sadness, empathy, etc.

So again, THANK YOU ALL!!!! I wanna see if i can come up with some future Splatoon fics because i have some ideas floating around....

Maybe some... Callie and Frye stuff before Frye won the World's End Splatfest... Shiver and Frye and how they met...... hmmm....

This is not confirming that i will actually write these things, just coming up with ideas is all.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #ask blog #ask me stuff #ask me anything #callie cuttlefish #callie splatoon #marie cuttlefish #marie splatoon #rewrite #writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #splatoon 3 #frye onaga #frye splatoon #shiver hohojiro #shiver splatoon #dj octavio

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pocketmania · 4 months ago

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🎨🔫☁️ ❤️‍🩹👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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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