#its roller but hes got a slightly different design for another au hes in

[rollersfataft]

I'm back 😼

[eyesteeth]

i splatooned them (and because i cannot stop once i start, there’s an Extreme amount of au nonsense under the cut.)

general stuff: very important to me that Carpenter is an octoling and Faulkner is an inkling. there’s a whole thing about octarians forced into a life of combat in splat2n and that fits very well for her i think. while Faulkner as an inkling is like “yeah turf wars!! so much fun :)” and has not experienced The Horrors. but he will.

Carpenter’s purple specifically is not the purple that fights against Faulkner’s yellow - hers is teamed up against orange. likewise, Faulkner’s yellow does fight a (slightly) different shade of purple. visually, they’re not quite enemies… but it’s very close.

the Lore: most of Carpenter’s reservations come from inkling culture primarily revolving around combat. their main sources of entertainment are fighting in a variety of ways, or simulating combat via card games. she wants to distance herself from that, but finds herself unable to. she believed that escaping would lead to a life without fighting, but instead, the inklings above have turned it into play, something that seems unshakably wrong to her.

meanwhile, Faulkner embraces all these aspects of inkling culture because he grew up with them, and thus has difficulty understanding why Carpenter doesn’t want to pretend to kill people for fun. he’s never experienced a splat without a subsequent respawn, and the idea of permanent death is not something that’s ever really occurred to him, the violence just being a nebulous Thing that wastes a few seconds at worst.

weapons: Carpenter initially struck me as a sniper (hence the images) even though in-canon she’s had some up close and personal combat encounters. on second thought i think she’d flip around various choices but prefer things with range and speed, hence the sniping lean. in the screenshots i gave her the Classic Squiffer because the special is the Big Bubbler, which i think fits her character. though granted i can see her with pretty much any of the subs and specials - except the Booyah Bomb.

that’s where Faulkner comes in, i very much see him as a roller or brush user, mostly cause of the grin your character gets when you’re moving with it active. however, none of those have the Booyah Bomb as a special, which sucks for this cause i think that’s the closest analogy to the Withermark. that being said, the Octobrush Nouveau has ink storm, which is probably second closest. if he has to choose a shooting weapon, i think he’d go with dualies, so for that i assign him the Glooga dualies because that’s got the Booyah Bomb. and also, the Booyah Bomb being powered by the primary form of verbal approval in this universe? and how much he wants to be approved of? it fits.

also idk where else to say this but another special that exists is the Crab Tank which. horrifying if seriously applied to tsv. luckily this is a lighthearted au with nothing at all bad happening to its protagonists <- lying

clothes: choice was less in the stats and more in the style (hence why i cropped the stats out lol). Carpenter gets an earring, jean jacket, and black boots cause that’s what i’ve settled on as my s1 design for her. Faulkner gets a cap, hoodie, and shoes for similar reasons - i unfortunately do not have rainboots to put squid him in, so i settled for hi-tops. he cannot escape the Short, not even like this.

if we have to make stat choices though, Carpenter leans towards Quick Respawn and Faulkner leans towards a Special Charge Up/Special Power Up combo. Carpenter tends to do things ranged and so doesn’t have to worry about getting hit - but if she does go down, she comes back quickly. meanwhile Faulkner is chucking out specials left and right and gets splatted many, many times by being agressive.

splashtags: Faulkner starting out with the “The One And Only Chosen One” title but eventually changing it to something less ostentatious once he meets Carpenter. badges are a 5-star weapon badge, a silver eggstra work badge, and a gold tableturf badge. not picky about the banner choice, could be a Salmon Run exclusive one or just one he pulled from shell-out that looked cool

Carpenter meanwhile has at least one 5-star weapon badge and the After Alterna badge. her third is either another 5-star badge or a golden badge for splatfest. i think choosing an impressive title would make her cringe so she goes with something like “Dead-Tired Octarian”. for banner, the one with the swordfish on it.

there are matching “Bro” and “Sis” splashtags and i think it’d be cute if later on, Faulkner tried to get them to match. it would take some “please please please”ing but she’d come around and go for it.

tableturf: they play tableturf together a lot and Faulkner is very proud of his card collection while Carpenter’s just glad to be doing something that doesn’t involve getting shot at for fun.

lockers: Carpenter has put a decent amount of thought into her locker, trying to get it all to look nice and have some stylistic consistency. Meanwhile Faulkner just crams every trophy into there in a horrible mass.

salmon run: Carpenter used to do a lot of Salmon Run, got gold on Eggstra Work once, but has stopped for the most part and only joins in if Faulkner needs help. Faulkner does quite a lot of Salmon Run, despite his weapons niche. His rating is generally in flux, but always remains at least Overachiever+.

the main modes: Carpenter tends to stay out of these unless Faulkner needs her help. Faulkner plays a little more than an average amount of Turf War, and his favorite Anarchy mode is Rainmaker. do not let him throw the football in Clam Blitz. he will miss horribly and sulk about it later.

splatfests: because Splatfests are a time for celebration, Carpenter participates in them far more than any other mode. she and Faulkner sometimes choose the same team, but it’s not a major deal for them because the likelihood of them ending up fighting in the same round is low. neither of them are really sure what they’d do if it happened.

Thatse All For Now…

[whindsor]

Mutton Bakery AU, Pt. II (Sutton belongs to @universalfanfic) (I hope you don’t mind, I’ve been watching GBBO and needed a break from writing the drama of Civil War haha)

Bucky still remembered the first day he tried to bake after the accident.

It was a Sunday morning, and he was up long before any light started making its way through the Brooklyn streets. He’d snuck out of the apartment and made the quiet walk to the bakery in the dark, enjoying the feeling of having the city all to himself for a moment. As he let himself into the back of the bakery and flipped on the lights, he felt a sense of surrealism come over him as he took in the familiar counters and mixers and carefully organized ingredients. The bakery was the same, but he was not.

He stood, resting his hand on the metal counter for a long time as he tried to figure out where to start. Cupcakes, right? That was a bakery essential. The first issue was getting the ingredients to the counter; instead of piling them into his arms as he usually did, he had to carry them, one at a time, and hope he didn’t drop anything. Then came the tools, and he was glad for all those days in the gym so that he could lift the stand mixer with the one arm.

It definitely took a lot longer to make the mix than usual, which was frustrating. And then came time to fill the tins, which was also frustrating. He was reduced to wedging the bowl against his stomach to stabilize it as he used the ice cream scoop to spoon it in. He ended up one short on the batch, considering the batter necessary for it was spread across his apron where he’d hit it by accident with each scoop. Frustrating.

Making buttercream was easy enough, the mixer running happily as he figured out how to get the cupcakes out of the tins one handed. That, of course, took longer than anticipated, and he let out a groan as he glanced at the mixer to find his buttercream had split. Frustrating. He thought to spoon it into the trash can, but he was already too mad at it, and that would require more problem solving than he wanted to give it. So he put the bowl in the sink and grabbed another, starting again.

Another hour later, he had twenty three clumsily made cupcakes and a completely trashed kitchen. His apron, while usually had a couple stains or two, was completely covered with every element of the bake. The cupcakes were lopsided and sloppy and hideous, and he honestly considered throwing them against the wall. But of course, that would mean more cleaning.

He heard the key in the lock as Steve let himself in, carrying two cups of coffee in a drink carrier. He paused, taking in the sight of the kitchen, and of Bucky. He put the coffee down on the one clean spot of counter, not quite knowing what to say.

“I know.” Bucky said lowly. Steve came over, picking up one of the ugly cupcakes and taking a bite. Bucky couldn’t look as he chewed it thoughtfully.

“Still tastes good. The rest will come back soon enough.” he said, finishing it off. He patted Bucky’s back in a comforting manner. “Come on, I’m not cleaning all this by myself.”

[]

Sutton had never worked so furiously in her life.

The first challenge was a dozen decorated cupcakes, which was about the extent of their instruction. Flavor and design were completely up to them. At first, Mika and Sutton thought about playing it safe with some of their more signature flavors, but then their competitive natures kicked in, and they decided to make not one, but two variations. Mika started on the chocolate and graham batter, as well as the fall spice batter. Sutton, for her part, started on the caramel dipped hazelnuts and meringue. Once it was all in the oven, she was able to start making the tiny fondant details for her pumpkin decorations, and Mika got to work on the fillings.

An hour and a half in, Sutton noticed Mika’s work piping the meringue had slowed to a stop. She looked over at her, concerned that she was about to pass out or something, but just found her to be watching their competitors.

“Mika, focus.”

“He’s making pastry with one hand.”

“What?”

“Look!” Mika said, gesturing at Steve and Bucky. With her chagrin almost faded from their earlier interaction, Sutton was finally able to look over at them. Sure enough, Bucky was carefully rolling and flipping short crust pastry, his hand spread wide over the roller to keep the pressure even.

“Okay, we can admit that that is super impressive. But we’re still going to crush him.” she said, going back to her pumpkin decorations.

“Oh absolutely. I just had to be amazed for a second.”

“Well, you need to be piping and blowtorching.”

“I’m multitasking.”

“I regret ever introducing you and Natasha.” Sutton sighed, and the tired resignation in her voice was enough to bring Mika back to center to complete the task. The orange and red colored meringue made a lovely fire on the chocolate and graham cupcakes, with the tails of the hazelnuts making sparks fly above them. Sutton piped her cinnamon vanilla buttercream (also orange) over the fall spice ones before carefully shaping them into pumpkins on a vine.

With mere seconds to spare, they finished, high diving and hugging each other as the exhaustion set in.

[]

Sutton didn’t realize how terrifying the judging would be.

It was just her and Mika, standing front and center in front of three of the most influential bakers in the US. She was insanely proud of their work, yes, but for some reason all she could think about was how many flyaways had escaped her ponytail, and how much flour and food coloring was on her apron. Mika stared confidently at the judges, pretending that her insides were completely liquefied at this point from her nerves.

“So, tell us what we have here.” the first judge said. Sutton glanced at Mika, who cleared her throat and answered,

“A fall spice cupcake with vanilla cinnamon buttercream and a coffee mousse filling, and a chocolate and graham cupcake with Swiss meringue and caramelized hazelnut topping.” She appeared confident, but Sutton knew she was nervous because her accent was a little thicker than usual. Her smile was just as bright as usual though, the one she used when trying to sell the last of their bakes for the day. Another judge perked her eyebrow.

“Two different flavors?” she asked, surprised at their endeavor.

“We like to overachieve.” Sutton said, trying to make a smile and not a grimace. Time seemed to drag as they tasted each of the flavors, complimenting the flavor combinations and critiquing the textures slightly. Overall, they were very complimentary, and as they settled back onto the stools by their bench, they felt they could finally breathe again.

Next it was Bucky and Steve’s turn, the latter throwing a wink at Sutton as he grabbed their tray and walked up to the judging table. Sutton chose to pretend she didn’t see it, and that she wasn’t blushing, and that she couldn’t feel Mika’s eyes on her as she tried to subtly get her attention. They weren’t here to make friends. They were here to win.

[]

“And what have we here?” the judge asked as Steve placed the tray in front of them.

“A cider cupcake, stuffed with vanilla bean ice cream and topped with a miniature apple hand pie.” he explained, stepping back in line next to Bucky. The judges were silent for a long moment before one finally spoke up.

“This was a cupcake challenge, you know.” he said, suspicious of what was in front of him.

“Yes. And we made a cupcake.” Bucky replied with a grin.

“And ice cream.”

“And pie.”

“All in the time limit.” Steve finished, both boys smiling at what they had accomplished. There was a moment, about halfway through, that they were both concerned that they were overdoing it, but like everything else in life, they made it work. The judges looked hesitant before tasting it, not bothering to hide their surprise as they discovered how good they were. In the end, the general consensus was that the cupcakes were a little weird, but definitely delicious. They returned to their benches, nodding to the girls that looked vaguely impressed.

Bucky grinned to himself, and now that the cameras were off of them and focused on the judging table, he took an extra plate and put two of their cupcakes on it.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, wondering if there was a second judging he’d forgotten about.

“Making friends.”

He silently stepped across to the other table, Mika and Sutton watching him with matching perked eyebrows. He held up the plate, leaning close to whisper to Mika, “Trade you.”

“Gladly.” she replied with a smile, getting Sutton to pass her another plate and putting four of their cupcakes on it.

“Overachievers.” he said as he took it from her. “So cupcakes are the specialty then?”

“Nope.” Mika replied, though she still didn’t give him an actual answer. He chuckled, holding the plate up in a salute.

“Guess we’ll still have to find out then, huh?” he said, going back to his bench with his spoils. As they tried each others’ cupcakes, they refused to make eye contact.

Cause then they might know how good they thought they were.

[ephemeralem0tions]

How about Levi and Hanji getting each other's names for secret santa???? and i can see either Erwin or Mike (or both) rigging it so haha ;)

sorry it took long! I worked on Fearless and Stow Away before I started working on prompts again. I hope you like what I did for your request despite it looking a bit too cliche and having to much jokes about crap lol :P

send in a request here if any body want more short fics!

His Happiness (LeviHan - Christmas AU)

Theme: Exchange Gift

Rating: PG

Warnings: curse words, loads of shit jokes, and a reminiscent of the iconic LeviHan scene; pulling hair and dragging momma closer while on a horse

Four presses and eight ‘dings’ later, he was still standing in front of a huge porch, is left foot tapping impatiently with a steady beat. It them who persuaded him to come to the party, and yet, no one seemed to attend to him when he actually went.

Everyone knew he would rather get stuck in his house, drinking tea a day before Christmas and his Birthday, but he actually made effort this year and came to one of Erwin’s big celebrations. He was starting to rethink why he even bothered to go when he was going to be locked out for the rest of the night. It was also damn freezing outside, the wind becoming stronger by nightfall, although the snow had not fallen yet. He hugged his coat tighter to himself and pressed the button thrice, praying someone will actually answer him in two minutes, or else he’s be damn out of the driveway soon.

“Oh hey Levi! Why are you outside?” She greeted him as soon as she stepped unto the wooden floor.

“Looking for Maple leaves” he 'tsked’

“Ah, but you won’t find some in London” she received a scowl from him.

“I know that”

“Then why are you locked out- oh! you can’t reach the door knob?” she laughed while he glared at her.

“I can read the damn door fine shitty glasses. No one is opening the door, its locked, maybe they are all trying to take a shit and it just won’t come out so they can’t come out” he groaned.

“Well if you were using the door bell, I doubt any one would answer. The music is always blaring loud at times like these. Let me take care of it” she cleared her throat and stepped forward. “Its Hanji and Levi open the door!” she banged on the door, making him wince at the loudness of both her voice, and the pounding.

Not even a second later, Mike had opened the door and sniffed the air before smirking.

“I see Levi had actually joined us today” he spoke.

“Nice to see you too Mike” Hanji smiled and went past him.

“Move, I’m freezing” he growled at the tall man, slightly pushing him to the side.

Holiday music had greeted his ears once he came in. The place warm with heater, and everyone around him sporting a smile on their faces, along with horribly designed sweaters. He seemed out of place, looking the most decent in his opinion, the only one that did not wear and ugly sweater.

“Levi” Erwin greeted him, laughing at the sight of his cringing face. If there was an award for the shittiest, most ridiculous sweater in the crowd, he’d give to Erwin. It was a picture of a sloth wearing a Christmas hat, only that it seemed the clothing was actually made as per instructions to have thick ass eyebrows like his friend.

“Your sweater is horrible” he bluntly said.

“Thank you” Erwin replied, still laughing. “Yours look, kind of normal”

“I’d rather not wear a shitty sweater thank you” he hissed.

“I see you actually bought a gift” Erwin commended, eyeing at the yellow box in his hand.

“I wouldn’t have if you did not ask me to”

“Its a part of the fun Levi! Everyone has someone to give to, and something to receive” he scowled at the man beside him.

“I doubt mine was actually fair” he rolled his eyes.

“My, what would make you say that?” Erwin laughed once more. “I’d have to refill the eggnog, enjoy the party for now Levi”. He definitely knew the man had something up his sleeves, he had the feeling ever since they did draw lots, and it seemed like the sniffing man had also been involved.

“Levi! Come here for a second” He whipped his head to the Director’s office and groaned, standing up from his roller chair.

As much as he hated paper work, he needed to at least have capital before he could start his own cafe. Being able to only study up to high school, he was already lucky to be an editor at the news paper company he had been working on for almost a year. He would not have the opportunity of working here if Erwin wasn’t the current director, but he was thankful that he had actually been friends with the 'eyebrows’ back then.

“What?” He huffed, closing the glass door behind him, Mike and Hanji following close behind a few second later.

“You two pick for the boxes” Erwin handed him a pink box while Mike gave Hanji a blue one. Both men had sinister smiles upon their faces, he clearly knew something was wrong.

“What is this?” Hanji asked first.

“Just some draw lots” Mike responded.

“For what?” He asked.

“Pick first before I tell you” Erwin commanded, voice faked to be stern. He groaned and put his hand in the box, feeling the tiny strips of paper before grabbing one. “Buy a gift for the person you picked and come to the Christmas Party this weekend, no questions”

He unrolled the paper and stared at it wide eyed. Hanji’s name flashed before him in bold and print letters.

“Oi! Erwin!” he growled at his superior.

“No other words Levi! You can now resume with what you are doing” the man laughed as Mike escorted him out the office with a smirk. He frowned at the behavior of the two, they set him up, that’s for sure.

The party had been boring like he thought it would be. He recognized some familiar faces from work, but they never bothered him nor did he want to bother them. He silently drank his spiked eggnog (care of Hanji) from a corner of the living room.

“So, you like the hint of rum I poured in there?” she skipped towards him, a glass of her own at hand.

“Not bad at all shitty glasses” he replied, taking another sip.

“I know Erwin and Mike rigged the exchange gift” he turned to her and looked at her straight in the eyes. “You don’t have to give me a gift if you don’t want to. Don’t force yourself” she smiled. “I was really going to give you a gift anyway, but you don’t have to give me one”

“Shut up” he hissed. “I wanted to give you a damn gift four eyes” he didn’t even know where he got his words from. He was worried for her, the moment he saw sadness in her doe eyes which was much more expressive than her whole face. He always noticed her stress, fear and worry on her eyes despite her bright smiles and laughter. He hated seeing her putting up a brave mask when her eyes told the opposite.

“Well thank you then” the light returned to her irises, making him sigh in relief. “Erwin said we could give each other our presents any time we want to. Of course they would want something to gossip about in the office, but he would rather much think about your comfort first”

“why don’t we go to the terrace, the damn boring atmosphere is making me lose my shit” he groaned.

“You better go up the bathroom then” she laughed.

“I won’t drop my shit in someone else’s house, where they crap without following my damn standards” he cringed, imagining a dirty yellowish toilet.

“I don’t think Erwin shits that much. His ass is way tighter than his budget and we all know that” her 'unique’ laughter echoed through the halls as they made their way up the stairs. For others, she sounded like a witch, for him, she sounded like damn angels ringing some bells on Christmas evening.

He opened, the door, wind blowing through his face. He should have gotten his damn coat and hers before going up, it started snowing before he even knew it. “I think we should go-” he was cut off before he could even suggest to go back in and not freeze to death.

“This is wonderful!” she ran past him, holding out her bare hands to catch some snow.

“Oi shitty glasses! You’ll get sick” he snorted.

“Just get the boxes and open them will you” she pointed from behind him.

He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the presents. There were two that sat by the glass doors, one having plain blue wrapping paper, and one having bright green and red stripes. He crouched down and read the tags. Despite her messy handwriting, it was clear to him that both gifts were his.

“Why two?” he asked, lifting the blue one.

“Open the other one first!” she stopped him. “That one’s for your birthday” she pointed at the box he currently held.

He picked up the other box and slowly peeled the tape of the wrapper. He heard a small groan from her as her hand reached out to hold his.

“Stop being such a small clean freak right now and tear the gift, I’m excited to see your reaction” she scolded him, patience diminishing at his manner of opening presents.

“I do my damn thing four eyes” he retorted, proceeding to carefully remove the wrapping paper while she just stared at him groaning.

He lifted the top of the box once all paper were folded beside him. Small jar lids greeted him and he started taking them out one by one, eyes seeming a bit wider in surprise.

“They are different kinds of tea leaves, the ones that have the best effects for relaxation and aroma. I didn’t know which one was your favorite so I bought eight ounces of each” she explained. His mouth still hung agape, not able to know what he would say to her. “Don’t speak yet!” she stopped him holding her hands out. “Open the other one first”.

Just like the first one, he opened the blue gift with care,  avoiding to tear the paper, and folding it exactly four times before setting it aside. He slowly opened the lid, deeming that the next present was heavier than the other. A clear Pyrex glass tea brewer, the latest one, and cost more than a hundred bucks, laid at the middle, surrounded by comical pink styrofoam peanuts.

He held the pot with care, looking at every inch of it as if he was judging it.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, sadness returning to her eyes.

“You damn four eyes” was all he can say after hitting her softly at the nape in a joking manner.

“I noticed how you hated instant tea and had to go through the pain of brewing and straining, partly complaining when the tea gets cold easily, so I bought you this. Now you don’t have to scald yourself transferring from pot to pot” she rubbed the spot where his palm hit a few moments ago.

“I’m not good with words, but this isn’t bad at all” he whispered, still caressing his new items in his arms.

“The best compliment I can get from you” she chuckled lightly. “Can I open my gift next?” she pouted.

He stood up and grabbed her present that he set down on the balcony. She eagerly snatched it from his arms even if he was still a good distance away from her. He smiled at the way her eyes lit up like a child, overly excited with the gift he gave her. He was nearly embarrassed of how small and meaningless his gift was to her. It was almost like an insult even, but he was never good with things like these. He just hoped that she would understand, and smile, be truly happy and not just fake it.

“I love it!” he snapped out of his thoughts and searched for any hint of lying from her eyes. He found none, he knew she was genuinely happy, and it was enough to make it the best Christmas and Birthday ever. “How did you know I love the smell of vanilla?” she asked.

“You rarely took a bath by yourself, but I noticed it every time you did” he huffed. He bought her a scented candle set, because she stinks, but he didn’t know that’s she’d be very grateful with his choice of fragrance.

“I really love it! Thank you Levi!” she stood up and pulled him in for a hug.

He stiffened out of her sudden touch, yet the warmth created by their contact inviting him to give him. His mind told him to resist, but his heart felt right for the moment. Before he even knew it, his hands were behind her back, and he was returning the gesture. Their difference in height made him look up to her where he saw the genuine happiness he always wanted to see from her. Snow fell down from above them, creating a powdery effect on her hair, shoulders, and ridiculous bird nose.

He took notice of the green spec above them accompanied by three smaller red dots. It was without a doubt a mistletoe.  He didn’t see that before and thought hard to remember but instead, he thought of a crazy idea.

“Oi four eyes, it is unfair that I only gave you one gift”

“But I told you, it was my choice to give you the presents” she replied.

“And its my choice to give you more too” his gaze upon her becoming more serious.

“Really?! Where?!” her head turned frantically, searching for a second box.

“Right here” he growled, pulling her hair so she could face him.

He was dangerously close to her, his heart pounding faster. Tier one, she noticed his stare and looked into his eyes, he pulled her closer. Tier two, he stared at his lips, he closed the gap between them. Tier three, she closed her eyes, he finally made the decision, closing his eyes slowly and directing his hand towards her nape, where he knew he could pull her much gentle.

The cold snow felt nothing as his body erupted into a million fireworks. Despite the difficulty of having to tip toe in order to reach her, he savored the moments and went with the gentle caress of her soft lips. She leaned forward, making him more comfortable with his stance, as she snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as well.

It wasn’t anything rough, just a soft gentle kiss, a reminder of how much he cared for her, and how much she cared for him. He didn’t want it to end, but they had to breathe in some point. Her eyes still remained locked with his even as they pulled away. They stared it him, with a new emotion he didn’t quite get. The sparkle indicated much more than happiness, but what was it?

A flash ruined their moment. He closed his eyes and winced as she groaned in the sudden eruption of light. He scowled, Erwin must be shitting him again.

“Damn you Mike! You forgot to turn off the flash!” Nanaba hissed from behind a plant inside the house.

“Oi! We know you are there” he growled, inching closer to where they hid.

“Don’t take it all on them Levi” Erwin appeared from the side, an amused look plastered across his face. “Remember how I told you before that if you start to doubt yourself, you will end up regretting your decision?” he asked Levi, but he only returned a frown to him. “I definitely won’t regret asking for Mike’s help to rig the exchange gift” he laughed.