#hachiro nakajima

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Several multicolored slime monsters getting up to shenanigans. Clockwise from top left: a green slime with maroon eyes and glasses appears surprised by their fate; a white and black slime with grey eyes, glasses, and a black beret with pink star pins is hopping about; an aqua green slime with lime green eyes and jewelry is looking back at a ring that has fallen off; a blue slime with dark blue eyes and a yellow and black slime with blue eyes have become stuck together and are trying to pull themselves apart; a purple slime with amber swirled eyes is popping out of the spout of an ornately decorated teapot; a blue and green slime is so relaxed that he is melting. The background is a pixelated pastel rainbow gradient. End ID.]

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I promise you, despite what the posting date implies, I had no intention of making "turn a bunch of random OCs into slimes" as an April Fool's joke. Y'all know I can't stand this "holiday" anyway ;P No, I've planned this weeks in advance at the very least (art queue! it is packed until August at the very earliest!!) and so this is just my normal shenaniganry :3

Okay, lessee, who do we have here? We've got Kusaoi, who seem to be less than pleased about having become slime, poor bean. There's Muette up there, they seem to be enjoying themself at least! Oshana's got some issues with a piercing not holding onto slime material as well as it does with her fin cartilage. Hachiro...is Hachiro, boy prolly thought he had some really potent edibles or something and is just vibing while trying to rest this off. Oolong is just taking to the nature of her original Pokemon counterpart. Aaaand oops, looks like Dimando and Potato have gotten themselves stuck together! How does one go about separating two stuck slimes? I don't think pulling like that will help all that much...though what do I know, I've never been a slime XD

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[queen-ofsunflowers]

Todoroki's Class

Before the first day, Shouto looks at his list of students and doesn't think it'll be a problem. And then he gets there. There are twenty students in total. Here they are:

Deputy Representative/Vice Class President, Megumi Fujioka. Quirk: Charm. Megumi has the ability to charm a person with a simple wink. They become infatuated with her, usually obeying her every command and not harming a hair on her head. The effect ends within five minutes, or until she blows a kiss in their direction. She must have eye contact for her power to work. It will not work if she or the other person are wearing glasses.

Shinya Hamasaki. Quirk: Earth Mover. Shinya has the power to control the rock beneath his feet. He can also use it to sense where people around him are. However, must be on the solid ground to use his Quirk.

Hotaru Hashimoto. Quirk: Light 'Em Up. Hotaru has the ability to create powerful beams of light from the palms of her hands. She cannot shut her Quirk off, so she has to wear thick gloves at all times.

Sayuri Inoue. Quirk: Spitball. Sayuri can manifest her saliva into an explosive force. When she spits it out, it becomes a fireball, causing an explosive reaction to whatever it hits.

Takashi Itou. Quirk: Plasma. Takashi can gather gases in the air around his hands and charge them into a highly vositile plasma-like substance. This can be used for offensive, defensive or stealth attacks.

Mariko Mori. Quirk: Magnetic Field. Mariko can generate a Magnetic field around parts of her body, essentially making her a magnet.

Tsubaki Kobayashi. Quirk: Green Thumb. Tsubaki can manipulate any plant in the area. She is often able to restore life to a plant, however, this also uses up her own energy.

Hachiro Koizumi, Times Eight. Hachiro can duplicate himself up to seven times, making about seven copies of himself -- eight Hachiros in total. The damage the clones can take is relatively small. They can only take a few hits before disappearing. One strong hit can cause them to disintegrate, too.

Hiroshi Kurosawa, Shadow Durability. Hiroshi's skin can absorb shadows, allowing him to coat his skin and make it nearly indestructible. His shadow's durability is only up to a certain point. Also, light can dissolve his armor.

Shichirou Matsuoka, Shark Bait. He can basically do anything a shark can. He cannot breathe air, but instead has to have a filter over his gills so he can breathe. His skin also dries out really quickly.

Miho Minami, Wordsmith: With the words Miho writes on her body, she can use the ink on her flesh to create the object. The bigger the letters, the bigger the object. She can't make living things.

Class Representative/President Haru Nakajima, Static Shock. Using the electricity in the air and friction, Haru can channel any source of static electricity and make it his own.

Michiko Oshiro, Snapshot. Using her camera like eyes, Michiko can snap a photo of anything. This image will allow her to gain information on the subjects of the photograph. The photo will replicate out of a slot in her chest if she so wishes.

Yuki Saeki, First Aid. Yuki can heal minor wounds, as well as accelerate the body's natural healing rate for major injuries.

Sora Tachibana, Wheels. She has wheels in her feet that allow her to move with fluid grace and speed.

Akira Takahashi, Technomancy. Akira's quirk allows him to manipulate technology to his whim as long as he has his hands on it.

Kiku Ueda, Detach. Kiku can detach parts of her body from her torso. Her limbs do not grow back. She has to reattach them herself. It's a pain in the ass when you can't find one of your body parts.

Chihiro Watanabe, Passing Through. Chihiro can turn her body into a shadow, allowing it to move across and under surfaces. She can't go through matter.

Minato Yamaguchi, Reality Warp. Minato can warp the mind of his targets, making them see things that aren't even there. He can only use his quirk on one person at a time.

Kazuo Yoshida, Gas Tank. Kazuo can build up a variety of gases in his body, mixing them up and secreting them out through his mouth like a valve. He cannot turn this ability off, however, and usually keeps his mouth shut if building up an attack. He cannot take in poisonous gases, it will kill him.

Shouto groans as he surveys this group of teenagers before him, none of them having noticed him even walk in the room yet.

This is going to be a long year.

I apologize for the quirks, especially if they are already used in the manga/anime, I'm not entirely caught up yet.

[anotherhopespeak]

Now, don’t think I’m an unreasonable bear. I’m going to give the students time to mingle, get to know each other, become friends. Do a little bonding, you know?

I think that’s what they call the calm before the storm.

(3174 words)

It wasn’t until the reverberations of Monokuma’s laughter had died away completely that anyone dared to move, and the first movement was in Orange Hair rushing over to where Baggy Jeans was on the floor, panic in her eyes. “Oh, God, are you all right? Can you stand?”

Baggy Jeans took a deep breath through his clenched teeth, then adjusted himself so that he was squatting shakily on his heels. “Yeah, I’m all right,” he grunted. “Just gimme a minute.”

“Should we see if we can find a first aid kit or something?” Pigtails asked as she tentatively approached and offered a hand up, which the boy accepted.

“I dunno,” he answered. “What are you supposed to do for electric shocks, first-aid-wise?”

“Um, CPR if you’re not breathing, but, you are, so I guess that’s not necessary,” Pigtails said. “And I think check you for burns? Are you burned where you were touching the bear?”

“My foot feels okay,” Baggy Jeans said, hesitantly testing it on the gym floor, “So probably not.”

“Can’t electrocution also mess up your heart or something?” Gatsby Cap asked. “I thought I’d heard that before. Not sure, though. Hey, anyone here the Super High School Level Nurse?” A few people shook their heads no. “Super High School Electrician, maybe?”

“I’d think a Super High School Cardiologist would be best able to answer your question,” Antenna Headband said, and a glance around the gym told her that no one of that title was there either.

The girl in the bucket hat cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips. “All right, if we keep this up, we’re just going to be wasting our time for weeks trying to figure out what our classmates are. There’s no good that comes from not knowing your troop. I’d say now is as good a time as any for some introductions – get that out of the way, nice and efficient. All in favor?”

She received a few mumbled assents, which she chose to interpret as enthusiastic agreement. “Excellent!” She straightened her back and brought her hand up to the brim of her hat in a salute. “I’ll go first. “I’m Oshiro Yuina, Super High School Level Scout?”

“Scout?” asked Pencil Skirt, tilting her head ever so slightly in curiosity. “Wait, you mean, like on the committee that picks students for Hope’s Peak?”

Yuina rolled her eyes. “No, like Girl Scouts. Top ranger in Japan, thank you very much. So, if it’s true this whole situation is going to end up all survivalist, you’ll do well to have me on your side if I do say so myself.”

“Of course,” Pink Dress said drily. “If an emergency comes up that requires s’mores and friendship bracelets, we’ll know who to turn to.” Yuina opened her mouth to retort, but the other girl cut her off, addressing the room at large. “Kita Chinatsu. Super High School Level Violinist. Perhaps some of you have seen me perform before? I’m with the New Japan Philharmonic, after all.” She looked around, and narrowed her eyes when she received no response. “Really? None of you at all?”

“Guess none of us are really the orchestra-going type,” the boy with floppy brown hair said with a shrug.

“Fantastic,” Chinatsu sighed. “And to think I was promised a cultured student body when I was invited here. What are you supposed to be, huh?”

“Oh, me? Super High School Level Sailor. Oh, and, um, name’s Hachiro Ito. I didn’t say that already, did I?”

“You didn’t,” Orange Shirt replied. “Hey, mind if I just call you Prep School instead?”

Ito’s brow wrinkled in confusion as he turned to her. “What?”

“Oh, you know. If you’re a Super High School Level Sailor, you’ve probably been sailing since you were a little kid, which means your family probably owns a boat, and every family who owns a boat sends their kids off to those fancy elite boarding schools their whole lives, no exceptions.”

After a pause that confirmed her guesses, Ito asked, “So you’re, what Super High School Level Detective?”

“Not even close,” she answered, shaking her head. “Nakajima Kumiko, Super High School Level Pyrotechnician.”

“No kidding?” Goggles asked, turning to her in surprise. “They invited someone here just for being obsessed with fire?”

He was close enough to Kumiko that she only had to take a step to punch him in the arm. “You’re thinking pyromaniac, genius. I’m a pyrotechnician; I control the fire. You know, fireworks, effects for shows, that kind of junk.” She offered a grin. “Although, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a kick out of the stuff, but that ain’t my title. Your turn, stretch. What are you?”

“Hashimoto Osamu,” he answered. “Super High School Level Aviator.”

Kumiko laughed. “See, now, don’t pretend I’m the only one with an exciting title.”

“Are you even old enough to get a pilot’s license?” Ito asked.

“I am, yeah,” Osamu answered with a nod. “You only have to be sixteen. And up until then I barely ever flew planes, just built them, and did a lot of hang-gliding and stuff. Though, okay, I did pilot a couple of times before I got the license…”

Purple Bow eyed him suspiciously. “So, we’ve got an illegal pilot, our Super High School Level Arsonist over there – ” (“Hey!” Kumiko snapped.) “ – Any other criminals here I should know about?”

A low chuckle came from Ear Guages, who slowly lifted his hand into the air with a smirk. “Guess that’s my cue. Miyamoto Koji, Super High School Level Thief, glad to make your acquaintances.”

“Wait, are you serious?!” Chinatsu cried, jumping to turn to face him. “Come on, there’s no way that’s your actual title!”

“Really, o ye of little faith?” Koji asked. He raised his brow as he dipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet made of a string of tiny pearls.

Chinatsu stared at it, then down to her bare wrist. Her eyes shot back up and she spluttered wordlessly for a moment before barking out, “How did you – ?! Why did you – ?!”

“Oh, relax, I’m giving it back, aren’t I?” Koji said, casually tossing it back to her. “And it’s just costume jewelry anyway – it barely weighed anything. What’d it cost you, five hundred yen, give or take?” Chinatsu just scowled viciously at him as she put the bracelet back on. “I just wanted a little challenge, that’s all. The school would approve. After all, they brought me here to see what sort of tricks I had up my sleeves. Apparently there’s a market for skills like mine. Trust me, I’m definitely not the first criminal to be a Hope’s Peak student.”

“True,” Paint Splatters spoke up. “I can vouch for it. Tsukuda Rikuto, Super High School Level Graffiti Artist. Although, I have to say, I’m not all too thrilled about the title. ‘Graffiti’ has such a negative connotation, see. I hardly even ever paint on buildings that are clearly in use. My stance, though, is that art that is making a statement about the world has a right to be out where the public can see it, and it’s a ridiculous bit of bureaucracy that demands that only works that are directly commissioned by local government have the right to be on public display. It’s a blatant limit to free expression. So, all right, if some people choose to see my art as a so-called ‘crime’ then that’s their prerogative, but I don’t think –”

“So!” the girl with the thin braid interrupted, clapping her hands together to cut him off. “If you don’t mind be cutting the lecture short, I believe we were in the middle of introductions. I’m Maeda Tomomi. Super High School Level Playwright.”

“Maeda…” the boy in the red sweater said slowly. “Have I heard that name before?”

“Have you followed Hope’s Peaks forums and such before now?” Tomomi asked. When he nodded, she continued, “Well, the Super High School Level Actress from the class above us headlined one of my shows last year. An Afternoon in Ardor. Kateigaho International called it one of the most poignant dramas of the last decade,” she added, hoisting her chin up and smiling proudly. “And what’s your title, hm?”

“Oh, um,” the boy brought a hand up to sheepishly scratch at the back of his neck. “I’m Hisakawa Kazuki, and I’m, uh, Super High School Level Luck.” He finished the sentence in a low mumble.

Purple Bow snorted, bringing a hand to her mouth to try, and fail, to stifle her laughter. “Oh, God, don’t tell me they’re still giving out that title?” she said through a giggle. “Honestly, it’s such a joke. They might as well assign someone to be Super High School Level Random Passerby.”

“Hey, knock it off,” Muscular Blond said, crossing his arms. “Every ultimate title is welcome at Hope’s Peak, even the stupid ones.”

“Gee, thanks,” Kazuki said dully. His cheeks had gone a shade of pink at the girl’s laughter, and darkened even more at the other boy’s attempt to help. “What are you, anyhow? Your title so much better than mine?”

“A thousand fold, yes,” she replied. “I’m Ando Misaki, Super High School Level Figure Skater.”

“Wait a minute, I know that name!” the blond said, eyes lighting up. “You were in the last Olympics, weren’t you? For the ladies’ singles?”

Misaki’s lip turned up into a slight smile. “I was. I take it you liked my performance?”

“Did I! You were great, you should have gotten the gold!”

The smile remained on her face, but it had suddenly gone, her eyes clouded over darkly. “Yes,” she said briskly. “I should have. Well, enough about me, right? What are you?”

“Super High School Level Boxer, Mizushima Kenta,” he answered, bending slightly at the waist in an almost imperceptible bow. “Good to see I’ve got a fellow athlete in here with me, huh? We’ll probably end up doing some balance training together or something!”

“Doubtful,” piped up a cool voice. The girl with the eye necklace was peering at him closely, as if studying him. “Have you forgotten what the bear told us? It is unlikely that we will be attending any classes at all.”

“Oh yeah,” Kenta said, deflating a little and letting his smile drop. “That’s true. Well, maybe we can still find a way to go jogging together or something?”

“While inside this building?” the girl continued. She brought up her student ID and looked at the electronic map. “I suppose you could run laps in this gymnasium or something if you are pressed, although it is not nearly as appealing as having a full track. No boxing ring or ice skating rink in here either, I notice. That’s a pity.”

Kenta sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Man, you’re just a basket full of optimism, aren’t you? So, what, you’re the Super High School Level Doomsayer or something?”

“Occultist, actually,” she answered. “Fujioka Sora, expert in cryptozoology, mediumship, and the broad field of paranormal study.”

The girl in the pencil skirt scowled at her. “That’s ridiculous,” she said. “All science from centuries past points to such things being impossible, and there’s never been any data to support the existence of the paranormal.”

Sora turned her chilly gaze onto the other girl. “Who are you?” she asked.

“Mori Asuka, Super High School Level Chemist, and I really thought this school would be academically rigorous enough to know that – ”

“So you’re a scientist, then?” Sora interrupted.

“Well, yeah.”

“As a scientist, wouldn’t you be more interested in trying to unlock the secrets of the otherworldly than dismissing them outright? Aren’t you supposed to be able to adjust your world view based on new evidence and experimentation, rather than look only for the sort of evidence that supports what you know based on what little information about the universe is currently available to humans?”

Asuka simply stared increduously at her.

“Damn,” Rikuto whispered, his eyes darting between the two girls in awe. “That was deep.”

“No it wasn’t,” said the girl in pigtails, shaking her head. “It was nonsense.”

Sora was unfazed by the commentary. “We’re all currently being held hostage by talking toy bear. I don’t think we’re in any position to be skeptical.”

“… Fair point,” Pigtails relented with a shrug. “I suppose you have plenty of time to prove yourself right, then. Oh, I’m Yoshida Aya, by the way. Super High School Level Gardener.”

“Are you really?” said the boy in baggy jeans, who was still leaning against her for support on his wobbly legs. “You know, I’ve always wanted to try a bit of gardening, ever since I built a gardening shed for my neighbor – I’m Super High School Level Woodworker, by the way; Minami Hiraku – but I just never found time to do it. Or, you know, the energy.”

The girl with the antenna headband giggled. “Sorry, sorry,” she said with a grin. “It’s just, I dunno, ‘woodworker’ – it sounds dirty.”

Chinatsu wrinkled her nose and scowled at the girl. “Seriously? What are you, twelve?”

Antenna Headband smirked at her. “Hey, it’s not my fault. The double-entendre was right there, I was just saying what everyone was thinking.”

“She’s not wrong,” Kumiko offered.

“Thank you. Back on track, though, my turn for introduction too. I’m Tachibana Satomi, Super High School Level Cyberstar.”

Gatsby Cap’s eyebrows shot up in recognition, and he snapped his fingers. “Cyberstar! That’s where I know you from! You did that op-ed video about globaliztion of Japanese popular culture, right?”

“Um…” Satomi screwed up her eyes in thought. “Do you mean my ‘Should Anime Go American’ video?”

“Yeah, that’s the one!” he said, nodding eagerly. “I wrote a response piece to that over on Kotaku! I’m Kawaguchi Ren, Super High School Level Journalist. Did you ever see that article?”

Satomi shook her head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Oh. Well, that’s fine, I can just give you a rundown of it later.”

“Can’t wait,” she said, her tone and expression saying the exact opposite.

The boy in the green-striped shirt cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind not debating cultural trends right now, I’d really like to get these introductions over with. I suppose I can take my turn? I am Kuro Shimizu, Super High School Level Roboticist.”

His classmates were silent at that remark, simply staring at him without a sound or movement. “What?” Shimizu asked.

“Um, well,” Ito said slowly, “It’s just, uh, you’re a roboticist. And, you know, we, uh…”

“We all have been kidnapped and attacked by a robot,” Misaki for him. “Convenient, hm?”

Shimizu just scoffed. “Oh, honestly, you don’t really think I had something to do with that? Just because it was a robot? It was a bear too, you know. Does this mean we all need to go try to hunt down a Super High School Level Ursinologist? That’s a scientist who studies bears, by the way.”

“We didn’t ask,” Misaki said flatly.

“You didn’t have to.” Shimizu crossed his arms. “If you’re dumb enough to think that I have something to do with this just because of my title, I doubt you’re smart enough to have vocabularies of a decent size.”

Koji crossed his arms, raising a brow at Shimizu. “Keep it up, asshat. You keep on insulting everyone like that, you never know who’s going to take that bear up on his ‘graduation’ offer.”

“Oh, don’t say that!” Orange Hair cried, shivering. “None of us are going to kill anyone!”

“Yeah, sure, we’ll see,” Koji said. “You haven’t given us your name yet, have you, Red?”

A hint of scarlet cropped up in her cheeks. “Oh, right. I – I hadn’t noticed. I’m Yukimura Kaori, and, um, I’m Super High School Level Hyperpolyglot.”

“… A hippo what now?” Osamu asked.

Shimizu sighed. “A hyperpolyglot is someone who – ”

“He wasn’t asking you, dickwad,” Satomi interrupted. Shimizu turned to her, expression murderous, and opened his mouth to retort, but Satomi cut him off with a gesture toward Kaori. “Go on, you tell us.”

“Well, um, a hyperpolyglot is someone who learns a lot of languages easily.”

“Isn’t that a linguist?” Ren asked.

Kaori shook her head. “No, no, see, linguists study languages, like, um, their history and structure and – and, um, like how they work psychologically. I just learn to speak the languages, that’s all.”

“How many languages do you know?” Hiraku asked.

“Um, twenty, so far. Twenty-one if you count Esperanto, but, well, most people don’t,” she finished softly.

Hiraku’s eyes widened. “Holy shit! How is that even possible?”

“I don’t know,” Kaori answered, moving her gaze to the floor. “I just pick them up easy. The Super High School Level Neurologist was going to run some tests with me once I arrived at the school, but, well, I suppose that’s out of the question now…”

Yuina winced and stepped forward. “Look, let’s not think about that part. I’m sure we’ll all find our way out of this, no problem. For now, was that everyone? Anyone we missed?”

One hand shot up, belonging to a barrel-chested boy with large round eyes who had not so much as made a sound up until now.

“Sorry about that,” Yuina said hastily, electing not to add that she hadn’t even noticed him until that moment. “Go on, introduce yourself.”

“Saito Ayumu,” the boy said, his voice low and flat. “Fencer.”

The others waited, expecting him to add some other detail as all the rest had done. When none seemed to be forthcoming, though, Yuina broke the silence with a clap of her hands. “Great. So, we know our names, we know our titles. I suppose for the next step, we should get to know the school? I mean, we’ve all only seen, what, one classroom, a couple hallways, and the gym so far, right? If we’re going to figure a way out of here, we ought to know what we’re dealing with.”

“I suppose we should split into groups?” Kazuki said. “Just so, you know – no one is tempted to try anything.”

“Works for me,” Aya said. “I think Hiraku and I will head over and explore the infirmary.”

Hiraku groaned. “I’m fine, honest. I don’t need a check-up.”

“Oh, just do it for my peace of mind,” Aya said, starting to tug him along.

“I’ll – I’ll go with you!” Kaori said hastily, rushing over to grab Hiraku’s other arm. Aya accepted the help, and the three of them walked out of the gym, Hiraku arguing all the while that he was perfectly fine.

Yuina put her hands on her hips. “All right! The rest of you, find your swimming buddies, and get out your maps. I don’t know how big this building is, but we’re gonna get to know it top to bottom. Ready?” She brought her thumb and forefinger to her mouth and let out a shrill whistle, causing several students to slap their hands over their ears. “Disperse!”

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A young Octoling (octopus people from Splatoon) man with light skin slightly tinged green, blue tentacle "hair" in an undercut-eqsue arrangement that fades into a green gradient near the tips, and black circle markings around his closed eyes. He is wearing a grey filter mask, a grey shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a dark grey hexagonal logo on the chest, off-white garden gloves with yellow accents, and blue pants. He is holding something resembling a hand-rolled joint or blunt (I am unfamiliar with weed terms), the tip giving off a blueish-purple smoke that is also being ejected from the filter in his mask, swirling above his head as he appears content. The background is a hazy radial gradient of blue, purple, and green. End ID.]

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Friendly reminder that Hachiro's not sanitized, he's just stained from drug use and likes the color blue. ...Smoking can stain your skin, right? Or otherwise cause something where one of the symptoms are skin discoloration? Like I don't think weed on its own does, but iirc tobacco use can and this is kinda meant to be a weird combination of those in terms of short-term damage at least. Because obviously Nintendo's not gonna worldbuild in a way that reveals what kind of illicit substances are available in the Mollusc Era XD

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[Image Description: A digital illustration of Hachiro Nakajima, one of OP’s Splatoon OCs. Hachiro is an Octoling man with pale green skin and purple and green tentacle hair in an undercut-esque style. He is wearing a dust mask with a filter around his neck, a purple t-shirt with a graphic of a waffle topped with cream, blueberries, and raspberries, a purple wrist band, purple-grey shorts with black and purple leggings underneath, and black and purple rain boots. He is kneeling and holding a plate of waffles, topped similarly to the graphic on his shirt with the addition of syrup, and he has clearly been eating the waffles given the crumbs, cream, and syrup smears around his mouth. His expression is one of bliss. The background is purple with lighter purple waffle shapes and a large tan grid resembling a waffle.]

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More Splatfest! I...only just realized both my Octolings were given food-themed teams. I mean, to be fair, of course the guy who's basically a stoner of sorts has the munchies, y'know?

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Felt like drawing my Octoling characters as Inklings for the hell of it. And hey, Hachiro's not got that green tinge. Yay! :D There'll be a companion piece to this in a bit with my Inklings as Octolings, so look forward to that!

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[puppyluver256]

I've finally drawn all my Splatoon OCs together! Yaaayyy! :D I probably should've made them all have the same ink color, but I couldn't think of one that'd look good for all four of 'em at once so let's just say that they don't have their battle colors on yet. Best of all, I figured out in-game equipment for Erika and Takako! Here's everyone's loadout:

Erika - Noise Cancelers, Takoroka Windcrusher, Rina Squidkid IV, Krak-On Splat Roller Caleb - Camping Hat, Black Squideye, Blueberry Casuals, .52 Gal Deco Takako - Octoglasses, Silver Tentatek Vest, Neo Octoling Boots, Octoshot Hachiro Nakajima - Dust Blocker 2000, Garden Gear, Angry Rain Boots, Heavy Splatling Remix (he'll actually use any weapon due to Salmon Run making him get used to all types, but he has a special fondness for weapons with Booyah Bomb)

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Hachiro Nakajima

A laid-back burnout Octoling who’s generally coasting along in life. Hachiro doesn’t even remember how he ended up in Inkopolis, or how he became the go-to fourth member option for an up-and-coming Turf War team, but he’s not really questioning anything that happens to him at this point. He throws himself into his work for Grizzco despite the danger because he doesn’t value his life as much as he should (not actively suicidal, just apathetic) and they also don’t seem to have much of a drug policy. Which is a good thing, because he’s regularly smokin’ that dro, only bothering to stay clean on days when his Turf War team desperately needs him since he would hate to disappoint the younger Inklings.

So I made a new Octoling character, for the triple reason of wanting a male Octoling, wanting a fourth Splatoon OC that wasn’t just a tentacled alt of a preexisting character, and wanting a Splatoon OC who could represent Salmon Run. Meet Hachiro! Profreshional burnout and sorta-pothead. I say “sorta” because I don’t think marijuana itself would exist by the time the cephalopods replace us, so let’s just say it’s some alternate that’s like a combination of marijuana and tobacco. It kinda stained his skin (hence the tobacco mix, cuz it tends to do that to smokers iirc), and that combined with his favorite ink color makes it easy to mistake him for a sanitized Octoling if you can’t see his face. :P

Octoling race © Nintendo Hachiro Najakima and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

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Late-night posting of my new boy Hachiro. Yeah, he looks a bit edgy here, but I guaran-friggin-tee you he has the doofiest smile under that dust mask. There's a good chance that he imbibed a little bit of the drug he's been using for a few years (no idea what it'd be called yet, it's supposed to be a dual analog to both tobacco cigarettes and marijuana). Gave him the Grizzco Brella here because he's my Salmon Run boy (notice all his gear is also actual in-game Grizzco items), but because he's so used to the random loadout in the Salmon Run shifts, when participating in Turf War he'll use whatever weapon he can grab quickest.

And because I know this is gonna come to mind due to his coloration, I'm gonna say it right now: Hachiro is NOT sanitized! His drug of choice has stained his skin a bit green (kinda like how cigs stain human skin yellow, yick) and his favorite color of ink is a nice lovely blue, so other than being high as a kite a lot of the time he's a relatively normal Octoling. That would be a shock and a half for Agent 8 to see him at the wrong angle though, wouldn't it? :P

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Octoling race © Nintendo Hachiro Najakima and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios