#marina prompt

[starrysharks]

the final day of pearlina week !

[annabelle--cane]

it's fascinating to me the way that different social media platforms result in different types of fandom behavior. while s5 of tma was airing, I spent a good amount of time on tma tiktok (I log back in about once every two months now, going back to in-person school after a year a half of lockdown seem to re-blanace my brain and made me once again not really enjoy the format) while still using tumblr as my main socmed, and while there was a lot of overlap in the fan culture, some things were notably different.

tumblr tma fans had near-encyclopedic knowledge of the source material, but it was kind of an ongoing joke for tiktok tma fans that everyone binged the whole show in a week-long fugue state and lost memory of about 35% of it. tumblr has virtually no character limit and allows posts to be passed around by users indefinitely, which lends itself to fairly in-depth meta analysis being made and shared until most any fan could say "the time and space discrepancies at hill top road? psh yeah, I know all about them, I've read seven scrupulously cited posts that lay out all the details." for the entire time that s5 was airing, tiktok videos could still only be a minute long, and I know from a lot of personal effort that there's only so much you can fit into a one minute script that you also have to memorize and record (and cc manually with tiktok text stickers, as they didn't add the caption feature until april 2021) if you want the process to take less than four hours of your one mortal human life. and then you only see the video if your following or fyp algorithm shows it to you. there were a few tma meta-ish videos that got popular because other people would make their own videos referencing them and tag the account so their followers could see what they were talking about, but it's much harder to circulate content you like there. several times I saw people post videos saying "I got into cosplay to film some [agnes or annabelle or gerry or another secondary character] and I just realized I have no idea what their deal actually is 💀".

a thing that tiktok tma fandom was definitely better at than tumblr tma fandom was accurately remembering certain pieces of characterization and the flow of certain scenes. I've seen a bunch of posts on here where someone is trying to argue a point with excerpts from the text ("x character is nicer than you all give them credit for" "x character is so mean to y character in this scene" "z theory can't be true because y character said a line that disproves it") where the argument only holds up because the poster has gotten these excerpts from a transcript dive and hasn't listened to the episodes they're from recently, because while the text alone can be construed to mean one thing, the way it's delivered on-podcast clearly intends another. tiktok, being an audio and video based medium, allows audio clips to be shared around a lot, and cosplayers would often all make videos acting along to the same show clips of juicy interpersonal drama, and so tiktok fans, though they may have had less overall memory of what characters said, always had a better grasp on how they said it. an average tiktok tma fan might not have remembered melanie's subplot about war ghosts, but they would know the nuances of how the way she talks to jon changes between mag 28 and mag 155.

[ghostlyheart]

Claudia Appreciation Week Day 6: Womanhood & Coming of Age | @claudiadelionlac

[starscape724]

ScreamInkTober #2 Splatocalypse

kinda unrendered srry 👍

[pearlinaweek]

We're BACK and announcing the prompt list for #PearlinaWeek 2024! We’re looking forward to seeing all the wonderful contributions in February to celebrate the release of Side Order!

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February 11 - Springfest 2024

February 12 - Exporing New Music

February 13 - New OTH Merch Drop!

February 14 - Valentine's Day

February 15 - Alternate Universe (AU)

February 16 - A Day with Eight

February 17 - Side Order Reunion

[fangirlingpuggle]

Another Cuttletavio fic prompt idea where a collection of old records are found of two unknown singers and is dated pre-turf war.

Everyone totally loves them, the songs range form upbeat to stupidly romantic sings that make it clear that the two singers are totally hopeless for each other. Journalists keep speculation and have picked apart that songs have ocotling and Inkling elements and start theorizing about a romeo and Juliet forbidden love type relationship, ( Pearl and Marina are already working on their own cover of some of the romance songs and totally added them to their playlists).

Everyone is totally excited for any new records found and when Callie Marie and agent 3 find a new one while looking around an excavation site they are so hyped and so course listen to it right away.... and it's ... familiar.... really familiar it sounds like... Calamari inkataion... but their gramps taught them that and....

WAIT!

It's not hard to put 2 and 2 together after that.ad it explains why their gramps has been especially quiet as soon as the songs started playing not commenting on them just quietly listening to them a lot and why when DJ Octavio showed up to maybe cause trouble and then heard the song noped the fuck out and yep in hindsight he was blushing.

Callie and Marie are shocked especially since Octavio helped write our signature song?! oh god Gramps loved him... HE PROBABLY STILL LOVES HIM OH MY COD.

It gets worst when some of the other agents ask if they've ever actually seen their other grandparent? Ever? at all?

Callie and Marie busting in while Craig is all melancholic listening to the old songs: GRAMPS IS DJ OCTAVIO OUR OTHER GRANDPA???

[emeraldcitynerdfighter]

4 for Marina please and thanks!

...where it hurts.

//

They didn't even argue with Peggy and Dayna's offer to keep Liam overnight. In a wordless exchange, they both knew they needed to be alone.

As they shuffle into the house, Maya tries to stifle a cough, the irritation getting harder to ignore. She knows she'll be clearing dirt and ash out of her sinuses for days after. Carina gives her a pointed look, giving Maya permission -- or, perhaps, reminding her -- that it was best to clear everything out of her lungs now.

After a few moments of full-body hacks, her breathing returns to normal.

"Shower first," Carina directs.

Robotically, Maya finds herself in the bathroom, stripping off her clothes, turning on the tap.

Evidence from the fire start to appear. Bruises on her shins and upper arms from dropping to the ground to shelter in place. Brush suits provide mobility and fire retardant, but not the padding of her regular turnouts. The dull ache thrums under her skin like another pulse.

She finishes and she wraps a towel around herself and pads into the bedroom.

She freezes as she crosses the threshold.

The image of Carina sitting up in bed, reading through one of the countless parenting books --Carina knew plenty about fertility and gestation and pregnancy and childbirth, but not much that came after -- Carina, dressed in a tank top (and whatever else was hidden under the comforter --

An image of normalcy, of calm. Of indiscrete, indicating nothing out of the ordinary...

An image she almost didn't get to see again.

It breaks her.

The sob escapes before she even has an inkling to stop it. A hand claps against her mouth, trying to stifle the incoming flood, but damming the emotion only makes her cry harder.

Her legs crumple under her. She collapses to the floor, towel still wrapped around her, damp hair falling into her face. Her chest feels like it's about to burst open and everything hurts.

In the din of the sobs that seem to wrack the whole house --it's not a relief Liam isn't home -- she hears Carina. Running to her. Calling her name.

"Maya!"

Smells Carina, who smells like fresh linens and home cooking and Liam's baby lotion, not like the brush fire that almost took them both.

No...all three of them.

She feels Carina's arms around her, not caring they're dampening , and she just cries harder. Her breathing, comes in ragged gasps that makes her light-headed and blurs her vision.

"What is it? What happened?" Maya can hear the strained edge to her voice, a calm that wants desperately to turn to panic.

"Show me where it hurts..."

Carina pulls her hands away, shaking and nearly fused to the towel. She holds Maya's face in her hands, her eyes searching, trying to latch on to Maya's, to calm her, to anchor her.

Minutes -- or hours -- pass before Maya gets a handle on her breathing. All the while, Carina stays, kneeling in front of her, holding her.

Eventually, Maya lifts a trembling arm, where a large bruise has already bloomed under her shoulder. She averts her eyes, the bruises also bringing back the old injury of shame of asking for help.

Without hesitation, Carina's lips graze against the sensitive skin. Warmth blooms in the spot her mouth touches, making Maya shiver, though she still feels untethered.

"Where else does it hurt, my love?"

Maya shifts in Carina's arms, pulling her knee up, now brandished with several smaller blemishes.

She watches this time, the slow tenderness with which Carina touches her, as if her healing is dependent on how much love she can imbue into each moment of contact.

Maya forgets to look away when Carina lifts her head, and their eyes lock.

Eyes only on me.

"Where does it hurt, bambina?" Her voice is barely a whisper.

Slowly, like she is moving through water, eyes still locked with Carina's, Maya lays a hand on her chest. Carina's chin trembles, but she leans forward and presses her lips to Maya's sternum once...twice...then on the other side...

As Carina moves across her body, what shattered moments ago begin to thread themselves together again. The world feels less dark and chaotic.

She is home.

And she is safe.

They are all safe.

When she wasn't looking, Carina captures Maya's lips with hers. Soft, but sure.

"It doesn't hurt there..." Maya manages, her voice still thick, as she pulls away.

Chuckling at Maya's furrowed brow and confusion, Carina rubs her nose against Maya's.

"Better safe than sorry, amore mio."

//

[missnatzooie]

Pearlina nose boop

[tj3star]

🎃 Day 31 - Splatoween/Free For All🎃

Splatober • Linktober Complete!

[beverageartblog]

WELCOME TO THE LIFE OF

ELECTRA HEART

[receding-tides]

Pearl and Marina: "oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

💜 hope you have a nice day!

Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something

"Pearlie, is everything okay in there?"

Of course the collection of explicitives were going to draw attention from her girlfriend. Pearl, dragging the frying pan off the hob and frantically fanning the thin trail of smoke away with a paper towel, forced a grin even though Marina was on the other side of a closed door. "A'course! Everything's fiiine!" Phew. She'd managed to prevent the smoke alarm from going off. That would be a real snitch. "You know you don't have to worry about me, 'Rina!" Totally not. Pearl felt her grin turn to slightly more of a grimace as she observed the contents of the pan. "I said I'd make you a totally awesome breakfast and it's going, like, so awesomely!"

Well, she supposed somehow managing to burn specifically the middle of a pancake was awesome in its own way. At least she'd managed to prevent a fire?

"... Okay." Marina, unfortunately, sounded like she did not fully believe that everything was fine. She knew Pearl was putting a lot of herself into making this birthday breakfast for her, though, and didn't want to ruin that by interfering, unless there was an absolute emergency. Which there wasn't, because Pearl had things totally under control! "Call me if you want a hand, though."

"I got things under control! No hands necessary. I mean, other than my own." Pearl waved one of them, still unseen, and almost scalded her hair with a fresh-out-of-the-frying-pan spatula. "You are going to go back to bed and wait and feel loved and appreciated."

That did bring a very adorable laugh out of her. The best sound. The confidence booster for Pearl that she could, in fact, make an extravagant breakfast, even if she was significantly worse at multitasking than Marina was. "Okay, Pearlie," she said, affection in her voice. "I know it'll be great if you're putting so much love into it."

Of course it would! Marina had done the same thing for Pearl on her own birthday earlier in the month, and it had been the best meal the little squid had ever experienced in her life. Also one of the biggest, even if that had been a measurement-conversion mistake, and Pearl had felt too stuffed to move for half the day afterwards. Knowing Marina had put so much love into doing that for her motivated her to put in every bit as much effort now. Without giving her girlfriend mild stomach cramps in the process, hopefully.

It was... a little disheartedning that the pancakes were the first thing she was messing up, in a significant way, when that was something she was used to making, but... it was fine. There were just a lot of different things for her to keep track of, and she'd stopped paying attention for a moment.

The rest of this pancake seemed done, though, even if there was a very charred patch in the middle. She could cut that part out and style it so it had Marina's '8' logo in the centre! Pearl was a genius.

With the distraction now out of the way, she could hear a hissing sound.

"... Ah, shit, the eggs."

Maybe it seemed that she struggled a little bit, to the average, uncultured-in-Pearl person. And, well, some parts were a little cold by the time she'd finished organising the four different foods she'd been cooking at the same time.

The look on Marina's face, the sparkle in her eyes, when she took the first bite, was worth every ounce of effort.

(Plus, only about ten percent of the food was totally inedible! That was a new personal record. Pearl really did a good job today, after all!)

[starrysharks]

art for day 5 of pearlina week!

[geraskierfanficprompts]

MAYBE IM JUST GAY BUT

I was listening to MARINA (I'm sorry, she will always be Marina And The Diamonds to me :sob:) because i'm gay and I just wanna say that Starring Role REALLY fits Jaskier's pov of Yen and Geralt's relationship "You don't love me, big fucking deal I'll never tell you how I feel You don't love me, not a big deal I'll never tell you how I feel

It almost feels like a joke to play a part When you are not a starring role, in someone else's heart You know I'd rather walk alone (rather walk alone) Than play a supporting role If I can't get the starring role"

and post-mountain Geraskier... "You're like my dad, you'd get on well I send my best regards from Hell" I'm thinking of fanonically abusive Jaskier's dad kicking Jaskier to the curb for being a bard/being gay kinda thematically rhyming with Jaskier being dropped off the side of a mountain by Geralt

So if anyone wants to make an animatic or songfic for this I will literally become the abysmal forces (in joy) I'd appreciate a happy ending of course (because Netflix slacked off and didn't give one to Jaskier, Geralt's "apology" was shit and we all know it)

[englishstrawbie]

Marina + number 7 please and thank you 🤍

Here you go, my friend, I hope you like it! 😊

>>>>>>>>>>

Carina moves around the room on full charm offensive, cosying up to potential benefactors as she persuades them to donate their money to the Elena Bailey Memorial Clinic. She finds it an easy task; a friendly tone to her voice, a hand on their arm, the tilt of her head as laughs at their jokes. She has always found people easy to manipulate with a little bit of flirting and, so far, she has secured over $100,000 thanks to a particularly generous woman who has made her fortunes selling a wellbeing lifestyle. All nonsense, as far as Carina is concerned, but if it means money for the clinic then she is more than willing to boost the woman’s ego.

As she moves on to the next group of people, she can feel a pair of blue eyes watching her from a distance. She knows she looks good in a strapless black dress that clings to her slim body, accentuating her hips that Maya loves to grab and exposing her neck that Maya loves to kiss. But still, she doesn’t dare look over her shoulder at where those blue eyes are coming from because she doesn’t need any distractions.

And her wife is certainly a distraction tonight.

Bailey had roped in 19 to help with the fundraiser and they had dutifully agreed. They might have shown up almost thirty minutes late (thanks to an ember that had blown from a fireplace into a nearby pile of blankets, setting them alight and starting a house fire less than one hour before the end of their shift), but they had turned up suited and booted in their Class A uniforms, ready to sell as many raffle tickets as possible.

The first time Carina had seen Maya in her Class As, she had not been able to take her eyes off her. Travis had reminded her more than once to close her gaping mouth. Who could blame her though? The crisp white shirt tucked into tight black pants that show off the curve of her ass; the tie, neat under her starched collar; and the jacket that fits smartly over her broad shoulders.

Carina groans inwardly at the image that won’t leave her mind and tries to concentrate on what the man next to her is telling her about the water quality in the bay. She picks up on the important stuff – he owns a yacht that he keeps in the marina, which means he has money; and he has fifteen-year-old twin daughters, which means he is interested in women’s rights. She secures another $20,000 for the clinic before taking a break and heading towards the bar.

It takes her a few minutes to get the attention of the barman, but just as she is about to order, she feels a hand on the small of her back and a familiar voice beside her.

“Water please. And she’ll have a white wine,” Maya says.

“Oh, will I?” Carina arches an eyebrow in amusement.

Maya smiles cockily as she leans in and kisses her wife lightly. “Hi.”

“Hi bella,” Carina says softly.

Her eyes sweep Maya up and down, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she appreciates her wife in her formal wear; except the smile on her face fades away when she notices the purple bruise on Maya’s cheek, hidden by a thick layer of make-up.

“Maya, your face,” she says, running a finger lightly over the blemish and watching as Maya winces a little under her touch.

“It’s okay,” Maya reassures her immediately. “It was stupid, I was coming out of a basement and tripped on a loose step. I wasn’t in any danger, the fire was already out. I landed awkwardly, that’s all.”

She must see that Carina isn’t convinced because she slides her hand into Carina’s and squeezes it gently. “I’m okay, I promise.”

Her eyes are bright and honest, and Carina lets the worry go. She nods and smiles, stealing another kiss from her wife. The drinks are placed on the bar in front of them and they take them, Maya guiding Carina away from the crowd towards a small table nearby.

“So, the fundraising seems to be going well,” Maya says.

She gives Carina a sideways glance, a playful accusatory tone to her voice. Carina smirks, brushing her hair back and watching as Maya’s eyes land on her bare shoulder, a lick of her lips giving away her thoughts.

“It’s work, bambina,” Carina says. She can’t deny it though, she does enjoy making Maya a little jealous.

“Hmm,” Maya says knowingly. A glint in her eye, she slowly unbuttons her jacket.

“Maya,” Carina warns her.

Maya lifts her eyebrows. “What?”

A low growl escapes from the back of Carina’s throat. Maya chuckles and pushes her glass towards her, an innocent look on her face.

"You need some water, babe?”

Carina ignores her and closes the gap between them. “Maya Bishop,” she says under her breath, “don’t tease me. You know how mad Doctor Bailey will be if we leave early.”

It is Maya’s turn to grin, the use of her full name means she knows her plan to weaken Carina’s resolve is working.

“But you know we could be having a lot more fun at home,” she says. “Because the more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

“We can’t,” Carina tries to argue, but when Maya’s hand comes to rest on her hip, pinching her waist lightly, her body betrays her and she lets out a small gasp.

“Are you sure?”

Carina narrows her eyes, knows that Maya’s choice of phrase is supposed to remind her of the night they met, to play on Carina’s fondness for nostalgia. She sighs, close to relenting.

“But the party…”

“I bet you’ve already raised more money for the clinic than everyone else in the room combined,” Maya says. “And I have sold every raffle ticket in my book already.”

“Of course you have,” Carina says, shooting her an amused look.

She looks around and spots Bailey and Ben on the other side of the room, chatting to another couple who are dressed in what look to be very expensive clothes. Carina is pretty sure a donation from them would solve the clinic’s budget issues for at least a couple of years. She watches as Bailey’s face breaks out into a wide smile and she shakes the hands of the clinic’s latest benefactors with vigour.

She feels Maya step closer, her warm breath on her neck.

“I think that’s our sign we can leave, don’t you?”

When Carina turns towards her wife, her breath gets caught in her throat when she notices that Maya has loosened her tie and unfastened the top three buttons of her shirt, revealing her collarbone.

“Yes, bambina,” Carina says, grabbing Maya’s hand and yanking her towards the door, all patience gone. “Let’s go.”

[lixenn]

A mishap with a malfunctioning Ten Year Bazooka resulted in some de-aging shenanigans. After the Varia got sick of dealing with a grumpy baby Chief who was suspicous of everyone except Squalo they called in the big guns aka Marina lmao

Naturally Marina was delighted by this turn of events because pocket sized Dan is extra cute so she instantly proceeded to dress him up in all the cute onesies (taking lots of pictures for bribery purposes of course). She picked a shark onesie because Rina looooves teasing Squalo nearly as much as she loves teasing her brother after the two of them started dating.

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[wyldblunt]

okay really niche OC chat prompt today but. you know that common trope where a character is transported into an illusory world that shallowly fulfills all their wishes/removes all current conflicts ("oh my god, i'm back home in my warm bed, none of the horrible Plot Events actually happened, my dead loved one is alive and says 'what are you talking about, silly? are you feeling okay? i made breakfast! ^^'", etc), usually as a way to delay them from finding + defeating whoever is making the illusion or whatever

say your commander (or anyone) gets trapped in one of those. how long does it take them to figure out something's wrong (alternately if u have multiple ocs u wanna answer for, rank them from "immediately sniffs it out" to "would blissfully waste away there forever"). extra credit: what's everybody's insidious wish-fulfillment illusion world