#pikmin 4 fanfic

[thatonepikminperson]

hey guys look chapter 11 I did it yaaayyyy

[ademoons0418]

Pikmin 4 fanart with myself as the captain ~ 👩‍🚀

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[qwertycake]

humans on pnf-404, existential dread, the rescue corps being silly - everything is here

[lotuspikmin]

Bernard may have fallen from heaven, but he wasn't the only one. And there are ways to keep warm other than the light of divinity.

That's right, another fic! This one's a fairly unique one too, because it was inspired by a demon/angel AU developed by @autisticvampireclub AND a fanfic for the same AU written by @lazygravez! So if that's your cup of tea, please go ahead and check out both those lovely folks as well! c:

(Also, please note- this does have some pretty nasty descriptions of injuries, especially ones relating to burns/heat and eyes. He gets better, but still... ouch, you know?)

[knotty-pink-hair]

Pikmin Fanfiction

Log 2…“Harvest Area 63: Giants’ Garden”

“You’re not going to hurt it,” Klark said. He had his arms crossed. The squad of 14 rockmin stood next to him. Their beady eyes watched me with enthusiasm.

I reached out and gripped the stem of the single rockmin in front of me. A chill blistered in my chest—it felt wrong.

“I won’t hurt it,” I said to myself.

I reached back and threw it. The rockmin soared past the pink honeywisp, missing. [a harmless, flying insect that carries an egg]

“Hurry, the wisp is gettin’ away,” Klark snorted. The piebald egg slowly passed over our heads as the creature flew above us.

I whistled the single rockmin back to me; took its stem in my hands once again and pulled back. This time I managed to hit the wisp, and it sped away with a sharp cry. The rockmin swarmed on the dropped nectar. I watched in amazement as several leafheads rapidly bloomed into purple flowers.

“Huh,” I said.

“Well done. Your rockmin is unharmed, and you gave the wisp a concussion.” Klark plucked the rockmin and handed it to me. Looking into its face, I didn’t see any fear.

“I don’t understand why it trusts me.”

“You must not overthink these things,” Klark said. He whistled loudly, charged the squad toward a cluster of pellet posies. The new flowerheads rushed ahead of the leafheads, overtook the stems with violence.

I kept pace with Klark. “The pikmin only met me yesterday. We’ve built no bond yet.”

“Nah, no, don’t need it,” he said. “Pikmin are much simpler than that.” He pointed at his antenna as he jogged. “They think we have stems just like them and that’s good enough. We look like family. They instinctively trust us.”

“But…the antenna glow?”

“All the more exciting to pikmin. Like radiating blossoms.”

We stopped short at one of the large, red boulders [bricks]. Klark tapped on his kopad. In a second, the S.S. Fledgling and the onion soared over our heads, landed nearby. Klark blew his whistle again, signaling. The rockmin ran back and forth from the red boulder wall to the Fledgling, their little arms outstretched to carry clay. We would need them to construct a mound to reach the top of the wall where a cluster of fruits rested—12 to collect all before sunset. The number of enemies over the wall was something like 43.

I glared at the mound. My first battles laid ahead of me.  

We stood and observed the rockmin. Next to us, partially buried, rested another monolithic object left behind from the Giants. It had a metal head and a soft handle [trowel]. When the rockmin completed the construction of the mound, Klark divided the squad into two units. I set my rockmin to excavate the object in the ground. Klark left my side; disappeared into a patch of black corral bells. 

Nearby, Zileke rode atop of Yew holding tight to the dog’s collar. Her squad of yellow pikmin tore away at an electric wall. I flinched watching the sparks fly. I could hear her over the comm system snapping at them to hurry up.

Zileke would be over the red boulder wall before us, which meant I needed to get ahead of her to clear the path. I wished she’d slow down. This was my first day on the field. Was she always going to be like this?

I checked my kopad to track our progress, felt a jolt of fear as I saw a local harvest team encounter a massive enemy. I hadn’t seen any enemies comparable to this size; this beast dwarfed them all. Little by little the dots representing pikmin winked out. Something was eating them.

Total annihilation. That could happen to us.

A rockmin blurred as it shot past my head. I snapped to attention. Klark continued to hurl them toward me. The rockmin impacted on the ground, screamed as foliage suddenly moved; red eyes appeared, and serrated forelegs. One of the leaves wrapped its forelegs around a rockmin, worked its mandibles, and pulled the victim into its mouth with alarming speed. This rockmin, already half-consumed, wailed with deafening desperation; petals flew off its stem in a flurry of violence. I charged forward and grabbed the rockmin by its stem, attempting to wrench it from the creature’s mouth.

Rockmin rained down from above and crushed the creatures—desiccated skitter leaves—causing them to drop stiffly. I fell backward with the single rockmin in my arms. It was reduced to a leafhead once more. Its face was severely scratched so that it could only see out of one eye.

I thought it was trembling with fear as well. It took me a moment to realize it was my own arms that were trembling. The rockmin winked at me as if nothing had happened.

Klark gave me such a look of impatience. He said in an even voice, “Put down the rockmin. Get to your feet. With me, now.”

We stopped at the now completed mound. Klark looked at me, simply motioned with his hand for me to take up the whole squad of 15 rockmin. There was a piece of fruit just beyond us, and I assumed that’s what he wanted me to collect.

I nodded, whistled the rockmin to my side.   

How could I let those skitter leaves sneak up on us? I didn’t notice—damn it. Okay. Move on. Clear the path for Yew and Zileke. You can do this. Eliminate all enemies.

I crossed my arms to stop their shaking. We climbed up the mound and entered a valley with soft, loamy soil. No enemies present. A cluster of dusk pustules [purple grapes] lie on the ground before us. I charged the rockmin toward it.

Klark was frustrated with me. Is that why he commanded me up here on my own? He thinks I’m weak.  

The rockmin stood around the pustules and took turns ripping them from the vine. Hup hup hup they chanted as they marched back toward me each carrying one pustule.

I checked the map on my kopad, taking my eyes off the rockmin, being careful to make sure we were safe. Then I saw a blur of white in my peripheral vision.  

We were ambushed by two whiptongue bulborbs. [large two-legged ladybugs with spindly tongues]  

***

I returned to Klark with only three rockmin and 40% damage to my suit. My helmet contained fractals of hairline cracks from the beasts’ tongues. I hyperventilated, panicked, tried to rip off my helmet. Such a stupid thing to do. Just like when new divers panic underwater and try to remove their masks.

Klark ripped my arms away from my helmet.

“You killed the two whiptongues?” He asked.

“I lost so many pikmin!” I shouted at him, breathless. “No! No!”

He whistled a squad of redmin up the mound to collect the bulborb corpses and the pustules. My three remaining rockmin stood around me, emotionless expressions on their little black faces.

Why didn’t it bother them to see their siblings die? Didn’t they understand?

“Thistle, you’re our security officer,” Klark said calmly. He kneeled and looked me in the eye. “You will see a great deal more of this, of death. Get used to it. Those bulborb corpses will be used to make seedlings. You’ll have more rockmin tomorrow—”

“We had it—we—”

“—and they’ll blindly follow your every command just like the last squad did. They’d follow you right into a pool of water and drown if you commanded them.”

“—didn’t show up on the radar. Why weren’t the whiptongues on the radar—we weren’t ready—I didn’t know.” I swallowed a few times.

Klark deliberated a moment, added, “That’s because I took the whiptongues off the radar before I sent you up.”

I panted, staring wide-eyed at him.

“You what?” I whispered.

Klark replied, “You need to overcome the shock of all this. You know what your job is. And if you like, I will send you back to Koppai and your juice plant. Maybe you’re better suited for that.”

My rapid breathing caused steam to fog up the inside of my helmet.

“No—no, I will not do that,” I said, though it turned into a growl.

“The reason I tested you, Thistle, is because there are certain circumstances where enemies may not appear on your radar. Technology is fallible. You need to be prepared for the unexpected. It’s as simple as that, and I don’t care that it’s your first day. Understand?”  

I nodded, kept my mouth shut. My mind raced with images from the attack: the blur of the pink tongues cutting through the air, the wet sheen of the bulborbs’ massive eyes. I had made eye contact with one of them, felt this awful stiff feeling on the surface of my skin, of hair standing up on my arms, some kind of animal instinct within me feeling the closeness of death.

Klark observed the redmin as they marched by carrying the two enormous whiptongues. Their spindly tongues dragged on the ground.

Hup hup hup the redmin chanted.

“Heavy bastards,” Klark said. He gave me a moment to get my breathing under control; my kopad chirped over my spiked cortisol levels. Then Klark pointed toward the redmin. He was singling out an individual, but through the cracks in my helmet it appeared to be multiple redmin. It followed behind the others, kept stopping to look around, to look at us, as if it was thinking.

“You see that?” Klark asked me.

“Yes. Is it confused?” I asked and got to my feet.

“Mmm,” Klark mumbled. “I want Axiom to look at that one. Something’s not right there.”

My legs still trembled. A blurry memory of last night passed through my mind—the one redmin sitting beneath the onion, staring at our ship.

Had I dreamt that?

***

Back at basecamp, Yew slumbered on the floor next to our dining table. Zileke sat on the couch applying an ointment to her abdominal muscles. Her half-drank juice bottle rested next to her. Klark was outside setting the perimeter motion sensors.

“Already need a new helmet, huh?” Zileke asked. I noticed a bruise on her side.

“Yes,” I said quietly. Are you going to antagonize me now?

“Pssh. Tough break. Sorry to hear it.” She popped the cap back onto the ointment. “Glad it wasn’t me though.” Zileke took a brush from the counter and sat on the floor. She ran it through Yew’s fur, and the fat lump rolled onto her back. “Don’t go breathing in too much oxygen, Thistle. You might turn into a leafling,” she said without looking at me.

We said nothing for several minutes.

Then I said to her, “My transport ship went through an electric field before we landed here. We briefly lost control of everything. Is that what causes all of the castaways on this planet?” Zileke nodded, kept running the brush over Yew’s belly.  “Don’t they know that? Why does it keep happening?”

She shrugged. “A little electric field isn��t going to scare off rich citizens from traveling where they want to. They just have to pay taxes to the Rescue Corps to come and get them. Easy.” She pulled a bramble from Yew’s fur, but the dog did not react whatsoever. “None of our problems are their problems, Thistle. You know the rich families on Koppai don’t experience famine. There is always juice for them. And there are always harvesters to collect that juice.”

She eyed the gloves I was wearing. I slid them off my hands and drank deeply from my bottle—freshly squeezed juice from the dusk pustules.

A reward after so much death.

I remembered the rockmin I pulled from the skitter leaf’s mouth. Had I saved it only for it to be eaten later by the whiptongue? From the mouth of one beast to the mouth of another.

Maybe Klark was right. I shouldn’t think so deeply about these things.

I stood up, one hand on my head. I began to walk toward the sleeping quarters when Zileke spoke over her shoulder.

“Don’t get too comfortable. Klark wants to juice all of the harvest before turning in for the night.”

I turned around and looked at her.

“Hey,” she said. “It’s in accordance with crisis procedures. If I die, Klark dies, you die, you know, whoever is left needs to juice the fruit for pickup. Otherwise, people starve back at home. Even if you’re dead, there’s work to be done. Get it?”

I nodded, came back, and sat at the table again.

“Zileke?” I said.

“What?” She looked up at me. Yew also opened her eyes and looked up.

“We are visiting the S.S. Sentinel in a few days to meet Axiom.”

She pulled a clump of fur from the brush. “Yes, it’s another part of crisis procedures. You need to know how to run night expeditions and collect glow sap in case too many teammates eat shit.” She gave Yew’s belly a smack. “You’ll make cure vials with Axiom’s apprentice Vivette. You know there have to be procedures for this type of scenario. If everyone around you is turned into a leafling and…incapacitated…you’ll need to produce and administer cure.” She snorted. “Trust me, if we ever got to that point, you should just hunker down in the ship and wait. Let the Rescue Corps deal with it.” She took a long drink from her bottle.

“Mmm, that’s not what I wanted to ask you about,” I said quietly.

She stopped short, licked her lips. “Eh? Then what do you want to know?”

“Have you noticed the one redmin behaving strangely? How can Axiom help it?”

A pause.

“Oh, not this again—it’s just a pikmin!” She shouted. “They don’t behave strangely. They listen. They work. They make a lot of little noises. Klark is on his bullshit don’t listen to him.” She paused, drained the rest of her juice from her bottle. “I don’t want two of you filling my ears with conspiracy theories. This kind of work is already conducive to insanity.”

She called for Yew, and they both disappeared into the sleeping quarters. I picked up her bottle and mine to wash them in the sink. Outside the window, Klark stood in the moonlight with his hands on his hips staring up at the onion.

How on earth does he know one specific redmin is acting strangely? How can he tell it’s the same one every time? They all look the same.

“We’d have to mark it somehow,” I said to myself. Tie a ribbon around its stem or give it a collar. Something like that. I went to my sleeping quarters to rifle through my belongings.

***

I stood next to Klark, half-asleep, with a giant empty bottle in my arms. He clicked away on a screen. A green zest bomb [lime] dropped into the feeder tube and then the pusher crushed it against the juicing cone. Green pulpy liquid poured into a bottle and then another, filling them. The aroma of citrus flooded the room. My mouth watered.

“Thistle,” Klark said firmly.

I flinched. “Ye-yes?” I asked.

“I said put that bottle over there. I over-estimated. We won’t need it.”

“Okay.”

I placed the bottle on an open shelf next to the refrigeration units. Klark pushed past me and retrieved a half-filled bottle of juice left over from a tremendous sniffer [pear]. He fitted it into the machine and let the remainder of the bottle fill with the last of the zest bomb. The resulting liquid was electric, cloudy green.

We loaded the bottle into the fridge. I imagined Aster back at home putting her chapped lips to it, drinking deeply. I’d rest my head on her shoulder, breathing her in. She’d take some of her ivory ribbon and thread it through my hair. She liked my hair better when it was down, she’d say, and I’d mumble something about shaving it all off so it wouldn’t get in my face.

“But if you shave off all your hair, you’ll be ugly,” Aster would say.

“I was ugly when you met me, first of all,” I’d say. That always made her laugh.

She was asleep by now. I hoped she remembered to submit for additional rations next month for the twins. I always had to do it; she’d never remember to do it.

“Thistle,” Klark said.  I flinched again. “Let me talk to you a moment.”

We walked to the kitchen and sat down. I tried to sit upright and appear alert despite my exhaustion. I hoped like hell this conversation wouldn’t take long. I was afraid I’d nod off in the middle of him talking.

“Recount to me the day’s work,” he said. “Everything completed after the whiptongue attack. Be brief.”

I did as he asked. Construction of two bridges over lakes. Elimination of all 43 enemies in the harvest area. Collection of 12 treasures. Sparklium converted to fuel—fuel gauge at ¾ full. Discovered and logged coordinates of two caves. Received communication from adjacent team KoCo Freight 3433 to supply 212 units of raw material. Supply run approved. Scouted basecamp boundaries for enemies. Provided security for Zileke to complete pup training—Yew learned skill Swim II. Team reported back to basecamp.

I waved my hand.

“Sunset, juiced the harvest. I will file an incident report for my helmet,” I added.

“Hmm,” Klark offered.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a spool of ivory ribbon.

“I can tie some of this around the redmin’s stem so we can keep track of it.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t think that will work?”

“It will untie it. Tried that three different ways already.”

I folded my fingers together.

“I’m surprised it would do that.”

“Hmm.”

“Is it sick?”

“Could be.”

“So then Axiom will look at it?”

“He might observe it for a few days before performing an autopsy.”

“Oh.”

“Most likely a fungal infection in the brain affecting neural activity. It hasn’t tried climbing at all, but I suspect cordyceps.”

I shivered.

“Thistle,” Klark said. This time he looked me in the eyes.

“Yeah.”

“This isn’t easy for me to say, but you’ve surprised me. I had you sorted out in my mind. Now I’ve had to change my initial impression. You know, new recruits face their first battle and depending on their reaction, I can immediately tell if they will make it as a security officer.” He leaned back in his chair. “Your interaction with the desiccated skitter leaves concerned me. They were even able to sneak up on you.”

“Ehh,” I offered.

“And you seemed afraid of hurting your pikmin, which is an inherent risk of harvesting. Then you went up to get the dusk pustules, and you faced off against the two whiptongue bulborbs. The battle went poorly. Twelve rockmin lost. You were emotionally incapacitated and did not retrieve your prey or fruit.”

It sounds awful hearing it all laid out like that.

He paused. “And yet I was astonished at your rebound from the incidents of this morning. You completed excellent work for your first day. That feral way you have about you came back out. All of the enemies you faced after the whiptongues did not cause you to hesitate. You engaged, you commanded your rockmin. I feel as though I’ve seen two different recruits today.”

Oh.

He paused again, picked up the ribbon to admire it. “Zileke and I will escort you to the S.S. Sentinel for your five days of training. During this time, Axiom will observe the redmin. I will expect you to euthanize it when the time comes. This is usually how these things play out. Can’t have infection spreading to the onion.”

“Okay,” I answered. “How do I—”

“You’ll feed it some medicated nectar and then wait for it to fall asleep. Its heart will stop within a few minutes of consumption.”

We both walked to the sleeping quarters. We said goodnight. I stood in the doorway to my room for a long time thinking about the day, remembering the bruise on Zileke’s ribs. Yew had kicked her when they’d been in the water training for Swim II. I had guarded them during the time, observing them now and again, and I could tell the dog had a fear of diving. She hated putting her head underwater—a necessary skill for Yew if she was to keep advancing. Zileke appeared to be in denial of this and went on swimming beside Yew, talking to her, giving commands. I thought it was a waste of time, but I knew better than to give my opinion.

I took a shower, nearly fell asleep standing upright.

Back in my sleeping quarters and wrapped in a towel, I stood in the middle of the room dripping onto the floor. A sense of malaise had set in. Aster theorized my bouts of discomfort meant I was murdered in a previous life.

I didn’t like the idea of living numerous lifetimes and facing starvation in each of them. 

I laid in bed staring at my cracked helmet that rested on the bedside table, thought of the duplicating images of the redmin.

***

That night I dreamt I was a pikmin. I ran with the others in my squad, heard the sharp cry of the charge horn as we rushed toward a pile of gold. Some of us collected it, ran it back to the S.S. Fledgling while some of us faced off against some unknown enemy. It was a bloated, furry thing with two legs or sometimes six; a long neck, a white head with a false mouth. The real mouth was at the base of the neck, hidden in the fur. Keratin plates on its back flapped up and down in a hypnotic display. The horn sounded out: charge the enemy! Charge the enemy!

My squad cheered as they advanced, myself among them, the sound of our breathing loud and steaming in this cold place; and I looked up at the creature, felt fear sharply lodged in my chest, but a hysteric fervor ignited my being, our victory was certain. And as the front line latched onto the beast’s fur, beginning to climb, there was a hot release of gas from its body; this hit our faces, and stopped me dead in my tracks; too quickly, instantly it seemed, the beast teetered backward, its belly bloating and stretching the skin to translucence, and the abdominal cavity burst open flooding the battlefield with hot viscera. Pikmin slid, collided with each other, screamed hysterically as the wave of acidic blood washed over them and began dissolving their bodies. In only a few seconds, the battlefield went quiet as the last of the survivors—all molten scarlet bodies—collapsed and went still.

And I felt the heat of all of it on my skin. I panted, my breath rising in this cold place. I was alone. When the body of the beast collapsed in its own entrails, I peered into the open abdominal cavity. I could hear something inside, something chewing.

[gizmocrate-werecrow]

What to do when you are a leafling: hero’s hideaway?

(Well I think I’m having too much fun with this)

Down in his vault hideaway, Olimar took off his space suit. He was wearing a white shirt with the hocotate shipping company logo and a ring. He took it off and placed it in a box. He let out a long and heavy sigh. His hideaway had artifacts of this strange planet strewn around. Giant’s buttons, a picture of a familiar looking pair of beasts, his pilot seat and a knocked out familiar stranger.

The Stranger wore a blue variation of the hocotate shipping company issued suit, the stranger’s helmet was covered in blood and the suit in guts of an Icy bulborb. The name seemed to come to Olimar thankfully. 

Louie.

“So the president sent you here…How…” Olimar started, trying to say the word that came to mind when he thought of the president, what he wished he could say when doing unpaid overtime, what he wished he could say when he has to go on yet another long haul journey that takes a week to complete. The word then came to him, leaving his mouth with its sounds feeling unfamiliar to Olimar.

“Incompetent of him…He sent me to my death…Now he has sent you to find me…Moss, take him down, he needs to be saved from the stupidity of my boss…this feels so weird to say…it feels cathartic…he won't get mad if i say it now…but… no i shouldn't think it, shouldn't say it and yet there is a hint of excitement to say it.” Olimar said. He jumped onto Moss as they both entered the cave.

Down in the cave, Moss laid Louie down. Olimar took a deep breath and blew the whistle around his neck. Three blue Pikmin picked up Louie and carried him into the onion. In a moment louie was sucked up and spat out as a dark blue coloured leaf person. Olimar blew the whistle again, letting the three blue Pikmin run back to him.

Then it happened.

Louie woke up and got onto his feet and stood diligently much like the Pikmin would.

“Louie? You’re already awake?”

“...Dandori…achieved through command…dandori…gives food.” Louie said, his now four green eyes staring blankly at Olimar.

At least a part of Louie still remained. Now if I blow the whistle and point at a button in the water. Olimar thought, his hand shaking with uncertainty as he brought the whistle to his lips. With a whistle he pointed at the button under water. Louie and two blue Pikmin ran underwater, carrying the button without complaint.

A breakthrough! It seems I can command the...Oh it seems one of the leaf people I saved has called himself a leafling. I cannot think of a better name so I will use that. I can command Leaflings as well as Pikmin! This will improve my Dandori skills beyond what I thought was possible! Olimar thought. He could feel a slight part of him, the hocotatian part of him begging to stop.

That small part was silenced as one thought echoed in the captain’s mind.

“Dandori…” The captain said.

A few hours earlier

Pom jumped off of the rescue dog and walked around Dingo. She ummed and ahhed at his appearance. There was a spring in her step and a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“You must be Dingo.” Pom said.

“Your name is Pom, I take it.” Dingo said, shaking Pom’s hand.

“Yes! I’m Pom Amarde. The rookie.” Pom smiled and then walked up to the other two leaflings.

Jack meanwhile climbed onto Dingo’s shoulder, they looked up at him in confusion.

“Who is that?” Jack said, they now had their weapon sheathed on their back. They tugged at their stem for a moment waiting for an answer.

“That's our way back to the ship. One moment, Pom?”

“Yes?” Pom said.

“Listen, we have to wait until nightfall or else Yonny will vanish.”

“Oh okay then! I'll ask Russ if he's got any ideas on how to deal with that. Collin, Dingo will be coming back via the SS Beagle. Can it drop him off while I explore the rest of the cave?”

“You can try Pom, but be careful. If you or Oatchi are down while it's gone we can't recover you!” Collin said.

“Relax, it's going to be okay.” Pom smiled, directing Dingo and Jack to the ship.

Being teleported reminded Dingo a lot of the onion, sucked up into the small ship and the next thing he knew he found himself staring up at Shepherd. Dingo could feel his cheeks turn red as he covered his face. He stood up and dusted himself off before assuming a cool look. By her side was Colin who was deep in the whole communication thing. 

“Ranger Dingo. Welcome back to the rescue corps.” Shepherd said.

(So likes are liked but reblogs are better! Askbox is also open and um…well…this is going to be the point where it really goes off the games plot)

[purrihelion]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Pikmin (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dingo/Yonny (Pikmin), Dingo/Yonny (Pikmin 4) Characters: Dingo (Pikmin), Yonny (Pikmin), Collin (Pikmin), Erma Shepherd (Pikmin), Russ (Pikmin), Bernard (Pikmin), Player Character (Pikmin) Additional Tags: first few chapters are childhood flashbacks, later chapters will include additionally-tagged characters from the Rescue Corps, the player character will be Pom because I love her, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Flash Forward, Canon-Typical Violence, as well as hitting someone with a stick, (distant shout) it was only ONE TIME, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Comedy, Slow Burn, Rating May Change, barely any beta we die... we just die, Ohrians have adopted some guinea pig mannerisms some dog mannerisms and some cat mannerisms, because I've lost control of my life, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

When Ohrians meet their soulmate, it's supposed to be obvious. It's supposed to come with overwhelming physical, mental, and emotional sensations to ensure that they're left without a doubt that they're one another's ideal life partner... not to mention the appearance of their soulmarks. And it's supposed to be a joyous occasion, of course. After all, a soulmate is someone who will understand them on a deeper level than anyone else. Someone who will be safe and give them the benefit of the doubt. Someone who will inspire them to be their best self every day when they're together.

Dingo got his soulmarks at five years old. Because of extenuating circumstances, he has no idea who gave them to him. For Yonny, the story is much the same.

They met in school and end up such close friends, they swear they'd choose each other every time. Because they do understand each other better than anyone else they've ever known. And they do love each other as true best friends would.

But there's always the lingering fear that their soulmates would separate them. After all, neither felt the telltale sensations when they met. They can't be each other's soulmates.

Or can they?

[krislabaguette]

Lmao I'll put that there since this blog is about them-

Here's the story of my crew I'm writing, it happens in pikmin 4 but they do their own things, hope you'll guys likes it, I normally fixed the bug with the illustrations not appearing so yeah haha

[idril-la-wiccan]

Louie: 'Don't wanna go home... 'want to stay on this planet. =(

Me, with unfulfilled pre-release headcanons:

I can help with that...

[autisticvampireclub]

Hehehe I wrote a pikmin fic (santi/bernard vampire au). Please PLEASE mind the rating…… for Adults eyes only ;} 🔞🔞🔞 This is pretty much my first foray into writing smut so I hope you enjoy! 💜🦇🧡

[hollister-mc]

I know Pikmin is still a niche fandom, but I've been in this fandom since i was able to crawl, I grew up on this shit. So when am I gonna start seeing some Olimar fanfics, cause he's such a sweet character and I think he's adorable... not to mention a total dilf

dont even start with "bUt HE's mArRieD-" DO I LOOK LIKE A GIVE A FUCK? HE'S WIFE IS HORRIBLE IN CANON. HE NEEDS TO DIVORCE HER, TAKE THE KIDS AND DOG AND MARRY ME FR FR 😤😤🤚

[thatonepikminperson]

Going through the pikmin 4 soundtrack and the name of this song kinda got sadder when I thought of it from the perspective of my time loop fic

Like normally it’s a “omg let’s go fate” kinda feeling

but with the time loop it’s a resigned “it’s fate I suppose.”

Yes I love my fic that much ❤️

[vee-vee-the-starchild]

Surprise! I made a another chapter! After a while and reading everyone’s comments, I decided to make another chapter and give the human a happier ending

[qwertycake]

PHOSPHO WRAITH

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Commonly detected near Lumiknolls during the darkest hours of the night, the Phospho Wraith is a far cry from the many aggressive alien creatures prowling beneath the stars. The Phospho Wraith is a large gelatinous entity that appears to construct its form around a Glow Pellet core. The substance used for its mass has been identified as Glow Sap - namely because Dingo seems to have an insatiable urge to hunt and eat it. Louie and the Koppaites have also been looking at it kind of funny…

The Phospho Wraith has been found to have many ever-shifting gaps in its form, theorised as being used for light refraction. During the daylight hours, the creature takes root in an inactive Lumiknoll - or Tricknoll, should local Lumiknolls be destroyed - and absorbs the sunlight while in a docile state. The energy absorbed supposedly creates the glowing effect for which this creature and its associated substances and fauna were named. The holes, in turn, allow for natural light to easily pass through its body.

Unlike other documented Wraiths, it appears to be entirely passive, spending its waking hours harvesting Glow Pellets from its form and dispatching them to the Lumiknolls of the area. How exactly it forms these pellets using its body alone is currently debated. However, the fact that the pellets are formed with Glow Sap supposedly being involved in their chemical composition has only made Dingo enthusiastic about eating the star-like substance, which is not useful for anybody. The Glow Pikmin often have to pry it from his hands, should there be no bomb rocks dispatched nearby.

Olimar’s entry:

“Despite the large form this creature usually constructs for itself, the Phospho Wraith is actually rather docile. Scientists have identified its passivity to be connected to its lack of predators.

Much like other Wraiths, the Phosmo Wraith has a very durable form that it can disassemble and reconstruct at will. Any creature that does attempt to attack the Wraith will be met with a mouth full of liquid Glow Sap, the flavour of which is usually enough to discourage further hunting. It seems to use this reverence as a means to dispatch Glow Pellets undisturbed. How it procures these pellets is still undetermined, although it seems to use a minimum of one as a core at all times. Were this not a deeply scientific and professional journal, I’d wager to guess that the core was some sort of vessel being manipulated by an outside force.

The glow emitted from the Phosmo Wraith has been found to have a calming, almost hypnotic effect. The light tends to startle nearby creatures into submission. It also appears to act as a beacon for Glow Pikmin, who flock to the Wraith for protection, provisions, and peace of mind. Maybe the transfixing quality of the glow explains why Louie won’t stop staring at it…

Louie’s entry:

“Impossibly bitter in terms of flavour, unpleasantly slippery in terms of texture, but novel. When paired with meat, it causes the muscle tissue to twitch and squirm. Makes me feel like I’m hunting my food for a second time.

Induces insomnia, brain fog, and euphoria.”

Dalmo’s entry:

“This gelatinous guy is soft to the touch, but barely stable. Take care when petting! It often loses its shape and collapses into a huggable heap of alien slime. Luckily, it can rebuild itself back up again, no matter how badly it falls apart. Maybe the Rescue Corps took a leaf out of its book.

It’s also fond of giving gifts. I’ve got a dozen Glow Pellets burning a hole in my spacesuit… but I can’t throw them away! It looks so sad when I don’t accept its gifts…”

[lotuspikmin]

In medical terms, a murmur is an abnormal sound from within the heart caused by turbulent blood flow. For veterinarians, it's important to be able to determine their length, location, and time it occurs in the heart cycle in order to properly diagnose an animal's condition. For one veterinarian in particular, a murmur is ALSO the volume her voice feels stuck at as she talks to a particularly attractive dog owner.

So immediately after finishing that LAST fanfic I got the inspiration to churn out a shorter oneshot about an entirely different pairing, inspired by seeing some cute art of the pikmin 4 dog ladies by @solluxander!

Because the Defunctland guy was right, the only thing worse than making stuff is NOT making stuff

[void-ink-studios]

Calling all Pikmin fans

I'm looking for a very specific kind of fic, and I need to know if it exists. Or, if it doesn't, maybe some dope ass author will make it happen.

Prompt: The Captains (could be any of them really) actually encountering a real, full sized human. I know the Pikmin world is implied to be some kind of post apocalypse, where humans are gone, but I really want to read about these tiny little dudes actually encountering the creatures that made all the treasures they find. Could be peaceful, could be terrifying, could be a Humans are Space Orcs kind of deal, I just have a mighty need to see that interaction.

Also, I don't mean in the Smash Bros cannon. Smash Bros doesn't have the scale I'm looking for. I need these 1.5 inch tall hamster people to see a full grown human adult. Please, if anyone knows of a fic like that, or wants to write one, send it my way!