#like m4rie

[jakearison]

choose your fighter type of beat but make it lesbian <3

[squidkidnerd]

Obligatory no incest please

[abyssalshriek]

Shiver, after Team Future wins: "Ha! Fuck you, Marie!"

Marie (mutters): "When we get home."

Shiver: "W-what?"

Pearl: *cackling laughter*

Marie: "Did... did I say that out loud?"

Callie: "Unfortunately for all of us, yes you did."

Frye: "Not so unfortunate for Shiver, ha."

Big Man: "Ay... (Frye...)"

[space-woomy]

Hi I'm procrastinating so I'm gonna talk about ships right now yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

opinions on ships (Primarily focused around the agents I guess)

Agent 24: you know. You all already know.

Agent 12: I really like agent 12. I'll be honest, a lot of my opinions on the agent ships mainly comes from the dynamics between them more than anything. Which is why I like agent 12 a lot. I like the dynamic of "A putting up with B's shit" but in a light hearted way. You probably saw the agent 12 post I made like, yesterday. It's also the connecting over shared trauma thing.

Agent 32: I like this one as well. It's again, the dynamics in it. They connect by 4 helping 8 with adjusting to inkopolis, and then they just kind of...hit it off. it's the symbolism of the past healing. and inkling and octoling of a new generation coming together. it's nice

Agent 96: again, love this one, love the polycule, but personally I don't like it as much as 12, 32, and 24 because I feel like the themes I personally see in the ships individually aren't as prevalent when they're all at once. great ship, just not my cup of tea like the others.

Mari3: Really like this one also! mainly just cause...autism. I like how these 2 would connect after all the years of being agents. It's also developed in splat 3 with cap having Marie speak for them, and I just like that. it's fun. They trust Marie enough to communicate for them.

Calli3: I don't know my opinions on this, cause I have seen literally nothing about it. It sounds cute, very cheerful x stoic grump is a fun dynamic. (also another version of what I see a12 as)

uuuuh here are some idol ships:

Mariver: Fun...I don't have that many thoughts on it. it's silly, I like it.

Calfry: also fun. again, not many thoughts on it lol.

Shivry...fryver? idk: I like it! confident dumbass x ACTUALLY confident dumbass. I like the idea that they're just being all dumb and flirty and Big Man is just like "...this again..."

Poly-cut: I like it too, but personally I shift around between this and shivrye and also just having them be friends. I like them just being 3 dumbasses that share 3 braincells, and big man has those 3 most of the time. Good ship though

Pearlina: LESBIANS LETS GOOOOOOOOO

uuuuuh idk. I'm going back to procrastinating

[seased]

im sorry to have a real answer lol but its pretty simple to me. source: i was the dedllie guy

for the rarepair brained, (1) they both had sunglasses (2) they both had mind control subthemes with similar story arcs

for gaining traction, (1) hurt/comfort slash traumabonding were very very big relationship tropes in the fandom at the time (2) callie did not have an established ship yet, despite being very popular in the fandom

so you can see we had an ecosystem primed to latch on to literally anything plausible and nonproblematic for callie, and a ship hitting the market with exactly the kinds of emo traits that were popular at the time... suddenly a rarepair took off

so I've been thinking about this for a couple days and like. where did calf1sh come from??

like im open to any ships in any franchise, including this one but uh.

these characters have never never interacted with each other and I think acht mentioned callie in like. one bit of flavor text??

im fine with rareships and the art is always cute, but I just genuinely want to know the origin of the idea

[eikaprime]

M4rie

Another day, another day to ship Agent 4 with one of the Splatoon Idols. You can find this on AO3, or read the full text under the cut.

This is the second of six idol fics; the first, C4llie, can be found HERE or as Ch. 1 on the AO3 link.

M4rie

Art is not a waste of time. Prism folds up the latest letter from her parents (she stopped answering their phone calls weeks ago) and jams it in her pocket. She'll write back later, when she's not ready to spit at them.

Rent is due again tomorrow. So much for buying paints. She's keeping the lights on and eating ramen two meals a day, but what hurts is not being able to buy any paints. And with the Great Zapfish gone, electricity prices are rising. She's gonna need more.

This is depressing. She grabs her sketchbook (the last one she came here with, all the others are full and she can't afford more and this one's more than half full already, no don't think about it) and her favorite drawing pencil and hops a bus to the square. There, she spends a couple coins on a soda, sits in her favorite chair, and waits.

The elegant inkling is there again.

She's so pretty...

Prism sits with her phone on the table and sketchbook in front of her, using her phone so it doesn't look like she's staring. The umbrella. The kimono. Her white tentacles, tied back from her face; the red ribbon, dangling by one ear. She shades with quick, careful lines, and sits back at last.

It's not good enough. Prism glances from the page to the gorgeous inkling and back. It's never good enough, to capture how pretty she is. And she's always standing there, every time Prism comes back to the square. She must be waiting for someone.

She's probably already in a relationship. With a guy. A tall, strong, handsome inkling with short blue tentacles swept back in an elegant updo, with muscles that stand out beneath his tight shirt and a smile on his face as he leaves Grizzco. He probably gives her a quick kiss while she fake whines about salmonid slime and, after he takes a shower, they go out to dinner together and talk about their days. He's planning to propose next month.

Prism doesn't stand a chance.

The beautiful inkling smiles, and Prism realizes she's been staring. Oh cod. Her whole face burns and she looks away, fast, then back.

The beautiful inkling twirls her umbrella, winks, and... vanishes?

If that's not an invitation, Prism doesn't know what is. She jams her phone in her pocket and tucks her sketchbook under one arm, hurrying over. The beautiful inkling... was standing on a sewer drain. And swam down it.

Well, let it never be said that Prism backs down from a challenge.

~~~~

So, the beautiful inkling is named Marie, she thinks she's famous the way a lot of beautiful people think they are, and she's a secret agent. And now so is Prism, because she can't afford another energy bill. And also, because there are some really cool things to draw.

It's almost lunch time, so Prism takes a break. She sits on the railing by the superjump pad in Suction Cup Lookout and pulls out her new sketchbook, improvised from the insides of the envelopes her parents use when they write to her. A tree, the base and roots invisible, wrapped in a tentacle. The tentacle supports it; it grows from it. But it also traps the tree, away from the mountains on all sides...

“Distracted?”

Prism drops her pencil and almost falls off the railing trying to grab it; a strong hand grabs her hero suit.

“Let it go. It's just a pencil.”

“It's my last one,” Prism says, trying not to whine. She swings her legs back to the safe side of the railing, sketchbook folded and back in her pocket.

“It's just a pencil,” Marie repeats. She has a picnic basket hooked over one arm, the picture of elegance, and opens it. She offers Prism a sandwich. “Your favorite, tuna with lemon and garlic.”

Prism accepts the sandwich. She doesn't remember telling Marie her favorite sandwich, but it is. “Not just a pencil,” she says. “My last good drawing pencil.” She bites into her sandwich and almost moans. Cod, Marie must be a goddess. The goddess of sandwiches.

“Oh,” Marie says. “Sorry.” She bites into her own sandwich. When she chews, a smear of mustard on her cheek, she almost looks like a normal inkling, instead of a goddess. She swallows and asks, “What makes it a drawing pencil? Why is it your last?”

“They're expensive,” she says. “Good art things are graded, you can get lighter or darker lines with them. I usually stick to the H-level pencils.” She takes another bite of her amazing sandwich. “The lower numbered H's are great for sketches, and the higher numbers don't show through paints.”

Marie crouches over the picnic basket and emerges with two bottles of fizzy limeade. “You paint?”

Oh. “Yeah.” Prism finishes her sandwich and lays down on the railing, looking at the sky. She'd have to mix three or four different colors to match this shade. “I mean, not lately. Haven't been able to afford anything better than those squit packs for kiddies at the shell store. But we'll get zappy back, and prices will go down, and I'll manage.”

“I guess that explains why you main brush,” Marie says, and Prism sits up fast. “I've watched some of your matches. You're pretty good.” She smiles crookedly. “Could be great if you'd stop drawing on the ground all the time.”

“Hey, what's the point of a turf war if you can't draw hearts all over the base?” Prism asks.

Marie laughs. Prism hasn't heard her laugh before.

Marie has a pretty laugh.

~~~

Prism surfaces from the octoshower with a zapfish tucked under her arms and has to stop just to look at the sky. The stars are out; she's been down there for a while.

Marie's still crying over the headset.

A sigh rises through Prism, starting in her toes and leaving her empty. Callie, Agent 1, is down there. And Prism is up here.

Just a replacement.

Well, someone's gotta do it. And if she could tell her parents, at least they'd think this is worthwhile.

Prism gets a better grip on Little Zap-Zap and superjumps back to the canyon. There's a zapfish cage, all prepped and ready to go, by the bench; Prism places Little Zap-Zap inside. Listening to Marie like this feels wrong, feels like intruding, but she can't just go inside, so she turns off her headset and sets that on the cage... then sits down and looks up.

Stars. So many stars. The night sky isn't black, not really. Prism strains her eyes for the color she knows is there. In the shadows around the stars is the deepest blue, a blue that can suck you in and swallow you and make you feel like nothing matters. It's a blue she's never managed to make, no matter how she mixed her paints.

She doesn't know how long she sits there before the door opens. “Callie and I used to look at the stars together,” Marie says, her voice clogged.

“I never had anyone to look at them with,” Prism says.

“No one?”

Prism shrugs. “Some people make close friends, some people just... don't. I always had kids to hang out with at recess, and partners for field trips, and wasn't chosen last in gym or anything. And people showed up for my birthday and I got invited to a lot of parties. But I wasn't the inkblot others wanted on a sleepover, or to go to an amusement park, or anything.”

“That sounds lonely.”

“I guess?” She forces a laugh, her eyes on the sky. “I mean, from everything I know, you and Callie grew up together. Hard to say if you were best friends or squiblings, but either way, I never had that. How can you miss what you never had?”

“You must think I'm silly,” Marie mutters. “But Callie's... she's...”

“I do miss it,” Prism says.

Marie makes a tiny gasping noise, and she grabs Prism's shoulder, turning her until Prism's looking Marie straight in the eye. One of Prism's heart stops, because it's just not fair that Marie is so pretty, even with the skin around her eyes the slightest bit green from crying so hard. “You what?”

“I had my paints,” Prism said. “I had the television, and Blob Ross, and sneaking onto the roof to paint the landscape and I knew I was liked. But everyone else just, they all had someone who made them happier than they were alone. I used to wish I could have that, just once.” She turns away from Marie and gets to her feet, because this is a bit too personal. “But no use wishing for what you can't have! Come on, boss. You said the final area was Slimeskin Garrison, right?” Prism grabs her headset again. “Betcha I can find all the kettles before sunrise.”

Marie's jaw drops open and her eyes widen. It's the first time Prism's seen her speechless, and it makes her smile. She pulls on her headset and turns squid, ready to superjump, when Marie grabs her tentacle.

When Prism reforms, Marie's holding her hand. And she doesn't let go. And Prism tries not to read into it, but guppies, the prettiest inkling to ever ink is holding her hand.

“Don't go tonight,” Marie says. “Go home. You need to rest.”

“But Callie—”

“I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

~~~

The night after Callie's return is the best clam sleep of Prism's life. Or at least the past two weeks, since she basically moved into the Canyon Hut. Which, once she gets to her kitchen, is a problem.

She's completely out of food. And she left her sketchbooks there.

Shoot.

Well, it's—she checks the clock, oh g-zap, eleven in the morning, she really did oversleep. She'll get dressed, pop into the canyon for the couple outfits and the sketchbook she left there, grab breakfast at whatever cafe and turf until she's got enough for groceries.

That plan lasts until she pushes open the cabin door to find Callie and Marie sitting at the table, scrambled eggs in front of them both, and is stunned for a moment just how gorgeous Marie is with her tentacles tangled and sleep in her eyes. “Oh, you're Agent Four!” Callie says, getting to her feet. She hesitates a step away, then offers Prism a hand to shake. “We never made it back to Inkopolis last night, just too worn out, and I need to thank you.”

Prism shakes her hand. “Don't need any thanks, I'm happy to help,” she says. “Sorry, I kinda left some things here, and I need to grab them.”

“Oh, like your sketchbook? Your drawings are excellent!”

Prism stops dead, hand still mid-shake. “You looked at them?”

“Well, yeah.” Callie laughs and lets go of Prism's hand. “It was open on the table. You're a really good artist. And,” she leans close, “it seems to me that—”

“Callie.” Prism's never heard Marie use that tone before.

Callie giggles. “I just wanted to say, there were an awful lot of drawings of—”

“Cal!”

Just let Prism die right here. She wishes the cracks in the floor were big enough to slip through in squid form, and then she could slip into the earth, right through the Octarian bases, down and down until the earth swallows her.

Callie laughs again, but Marie's on her feet, pushing past Callie. “Here's your pajamas, and your sweatshirt, and both pairs of jeans and those t-shirts you wore, I washed it all,” she says, holding a bundle of clothes in her hands. “Thank you very much for stopping by I'm gonna get Callie settled back into the routine and take her to the doctor and crud howsabout you come back next week and we can do some recon just to make sure things are okay now bye!” She shoves the bundle into Prism's hands and keeps pushing, making Prism take a stumbling step back, out the door.

Prism knows when she's not wanted. Marie missed her cousin, they must have a lot to catch up on, between whatever torture Callie went through under the hypnoshades and Marie's new radio show. Prism turns to go, only to feel something hard in the bundle of clothes.

She peels away the top layer of clothes to find four sketchbooks, new. The barcode's been peeled off the plastic holding each one, tearing it, but Prism knows what they cost, she never goes for this brand they're too expensive they're too good. One of them's even the stiff tougher paper meant to hold paints, watercolors, even though Prism never told Marie the types of paints she used. And four individual brushes, H quality, each a different number.

Prism clutches the precious bundle to her chest and does not cry over it.

~~~

It takes Prism a month of patrols—of careful glances, of sketches of the landscape as cover, of refusing to stare at that crooked smile—for Prism to get a good drawing of Marie, not just a sketch. She thinks Callie knows, Callie's looked at her and giggled a few too many times, but she's also asked Marie just the right questions to make her laugh when Prism's got the sketchbook out. The final drawing she carefully, carefully transfers onto the sheet of canvas she splurged on, the one on sale for having a dented corner, and pulls out the tempura paints that are the best she can afford right now.

She captures Marie's kimono, the way it drapes and folds when she's leaning back on the bench. She captures Marie's parasol, carelessly dangling from one hand, almost to the ground. She captures the curve of Marie's neck. She spends hours mixing colors to get her tentacles just right, the way one half-fell from their bow the time she drew it, and the ribbon brushing her forehead. She even captures that cute little mole she'd like to kiss.

Marie, frozen in mid-laugh, her crooked smile wide and her eyes closed.

She wants to give it to Marie. She wants to ask Marie out. But if she's wrong... that could ruin everything.

But Prism is not a coward. She moved to Inkopolis by herself and she's a secret agent and a salmon run profreshional. She's started calling her parents again and only hangs up when they start talking about how she should be an accountant. Or a lawyer. Or whatever squit they want this time.

Besides, it'd be kinda creepy to have this on her wall. It's not some celebrity, this is her friend. And...

But when the time comes, Prism can't look. She desquids in the canyon on her day off, clutching the painting wrapped in brown paper, and walks over and shoves it in her hands "I made this, I hope you like it" and turns to run.

Only for a hand to catch the back of her shirt.

"And you don't wanna see me open it?"

Prism swallows down her fear. She doesn't answer, but when Marie tugs her shirt again, she turns around.

Callie's got the biggest grin on her face, and Prism looks away. She looks at the ground, her whole head the lilac of her ink and burning, as Marie unwraps the paper.

The silence when she sees what Prism made stretches forever. "I'm sorry," she says. "I, uh, I guess it's creepy, or,"

Marie grabs Prism's shirt, pulls her close, and kisses her. Smack on the mouth, the sort of kiss Prism's dreamed of for months, and she's too stunned to kiss back at first.

Only when Marie pulls away does Prism remember, and her burning face doesn't matter, because maybe she will get to kiss that cute little mole. "W-would you like to go for a picnic tomorrow?"

"Yes," Marie says. "I would. I'll—”

"FINALLY!" shouts Callie. "Cod, I was starting to think I'd need to get you together myself!"

[goose-24-7]

ngl if you ship m4rie then you need to get ur brain checked, like

canonical SEVEN YEAR AGE GAP

four was a minor when they met so thats gonna be a yikes from me dawg

"oh but four is an adult by now!" its grooming.

SEVEN YEAR AGE GAP

[king-of-bytes]

Ah, to be a m4rie shipper. You get a considerable amount of fics, and then you STARVE in fan art. Why Tumblr...why must you deny me from the sarcastic madam and her monster energy blooded partner? I miss them...and I feel tempted to write stuff about them. Someday. Sometime. When I feel like it.

[callimaricounty]

#swinging a bat at like 4 hornets nests here

just gonna say it. the way ppl ship m4rie, mariver, callif1sh, and bigcal just all seem so lacking to me and in my heart i know its because you dont separate the squid sisters. thats what we shouldve learned from splatoon 2 single player. is not to separate callie and marie

the pairings that ppl come up with just so they can avoid shipping marie and callie with each other

[galaxyseclipse]

always funny to me when someone goes through my stuff and likes like, one specific ship or character

it's just funny to go through my notes activity and see that someone went and liked all ten of my M4rie posts

like, you're here for something specific and by George you found it, I gotta respect that

[jakearison]

the thing about solar is that shes like. 60% muscles

shes soaking wet but also she broke the bowl in half while failing at drinking from it 

[seffien]

I would like to know your thoughts on M4rie.......pretty please.....

don't like it. maybe thats because i don't like shipping the idols with the agents but i also dislike the ship because 4 and marie work better as a mentor and mentee dynamic

[gobblinhours]

LOOK AT THIS SHIT

throwing in acht makes trying to figure out my splatoon found family dynamic way worse

i don't understand everything about family dynamics, but if there's no limit to how far away an auncle can be, THAT WOULD MAKE FOUR EIGHT'S AUNT

[abyssalshriek]

Agent 4, after Team Future wins: "Ha! Respectfully, fuck you, Two!"

Marie (mutters): "When we get home."

Agent 4: "...what."

Eight: *cackling laughter*

Marie: "Did... did I say that out loud?"

Callie: "Unfortunately for all of us, yes you did."

Eight: "Not so unfortunate for Surume, ha."

Captain 3: "Eight..."

[space-woomy]

I hate when my OCD is on something that doesn't have a pheasable thing that I can compulsively change. Like: I blocked someone who drew "bad stuff" (don't wanna say what but it was bad :/) on another site, and IMMEDIATELY started thinking "oh no what If I draw that stuff. I need to never draw again or cut off my hands" and like. I can't do the second one so the first one is very tempting to do but it it's not as effective and immediate as the second.

I'm not gonna do either, don't worry, but COD my stomach doesn't feel good cause of this.

[superjumpintomyheart]

FLUFFY CUDDLE HEADCANONS FOR MAR4IE NORTH CALIFORNIA AND PEARLINA

i will never say no to fluffy cuddling hcs <333

Pearlina [Pearl x Marina] - Pearl is the big spoon more often than not because she likes to just wrap herself around Marina to make her comfy, but they switch every now and again - Marina doesn't mind either way, she loves feeling Pearl's arms around her just as much as she loves to hold her girlfriend in her own embrace - Sometimes Pearl will fully just lay on top of Marina which she surprisingly doesn't mind much since Pearl is small and she doesn't weigh a lot - After concerts or a long day at work, they come home and just flop down on the couch or their bed and snuggle up to each other, chatting about the day and whatever else comes to mind while they relax with each other <3

M4rie [Marie x Agent 4] - Marie isn't the kind of person who would seem super cuddly, but she makes an exception for Four- who is VERY cuddly - When they first started dating it took Marie some time to get used to how much Four wanted to just be touching her in some way, holding hands or sitting with their knees together. But once she got used to the touch she became more comfortable with it and she likes all those small moments of physical affection - Four likes when they get to lay in Marie's arms, their face buried in the crook of her neck while she rubs comforting circles on their back, it's basically heaven.

North California [Callie x Nori (oc)] - Callie is a big fan of cuddling, she loves that Nori is much taller than her so she can be fully enveloped by her girlfriend's arms - Nori likes that when they cuddle it feels like she's protecting Callie, shielding her even though there's nothing to protect her from. It helps her relax too, knowing that she has Callie safe in her arms and she won't be going anywhere. - If Nori has had a particularly bad day she'll often cling onto Callie wordlessly, waiting for the other to hug her and comfort her while she tries to process the day. Callie knows all of Nori's habits like this so she immediately will wrap her arms around the tall octoling and stroke her hair, talking or singing to help distract her from her negative feelings.