#salmon life cycle death

[in-sightpublishing]

Ask A Genius 1052: The Chris Cole Session 2, Reframe

Author(s): Rick Rosner and Scott Douglas Jacobsen Publication (Outlet/Website): Ask A Genius Publication Date (yyyy/mm/dd): 2024/08/01 Rick Rosner, American Comedy Writer, www.rickrosner.org Scott Douglas Jacobsen, Independent Journalist, www.in-sightpublishing.com Rick Rosner: So, you start with Chris’s simplified question.  Scott Douglas Jacobsen: Chris Cole asked one question in a…

[glassesfreekjr]

Since the first do-over somehow sounded even more like ass, I remastered/redid the whole track now that I have more experience.

Picture this as the OST for a surprise XTRA WAVE during the next Big Run. Even better if this "King Salmonid" isn't announced anywhere beforehand.

Imagine, if you will, that distorted victory jingle plays to signify a King Salmonid, but nothing happens. All eight(?!) players Super Jump back to their starting locations and Mr. Grizz pipes in to express his confusion. Then he notices... no, no, he definitely sent out a four-man squad! Why are there more of you? How long have these conspicuous individuals in the same uniform been trying to blend in amogus? Are those Grizzco weapons?!

Then without a word, the interlopers all open fire at once. Cue the music.

Although the firefight would break out as the music kicks off, the 100-sec Xtra Wave would only officially start at 0:22 — when the Grizzco helicopter is blasted out of the sky with a Trizooka, careening into the ocean in a catastrophic, firey wreck. Mr. Grizz lets out a long, garbled string of curses and hails the emergency speedboat he prepared in advance to come pick you up. But will it make it to your squad in time? Here's hoping.

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Ditching the odd time signatures and overdriven timpanis in favor of breakcore drum loops is kinda like sanitizing what made the music ω-3 (the band for Salmon Run) special and shoving what's left in a place where it don't belong — which is similar to my interpretation of what "salmonlings" would be like. Literal fish out of water.

Salminid culture is heavily tied to the belief in the circle of life (via being cooked alive). It's why they're so willing to zerg rush players during Salmon Runs. So imagine being torn away from said cycle, altered so irrevocably that you barely recognize yourself. My intent was to capture that feeling of horrid mania, and the music I sampled from/covered lended itself well to that, I think.

I've also found a good in-universe performer at last: DJ Unregistered Hypercam 3 (by @teethflavoured on Tumblr), a retired Mudmouth turned solo artist for whom I instantly fell head-over-heels.

(sample source list and an ultra-rad visualizer can be found on my YouTube)

[shibaraki]

BE STILL MY INDELIBLE LOVE ┊ CHOSO

tags: GN reader, shark mer choso, mating behaviour, accidental acceptance of courting, fluff, interspecies relationships, blood + mild gore (fish death), biting (plenty of it), fluff, forbidden love vibes

wc: 1K+

↱ for the mermay collab hosted by the teahouse server — written using @petrichorium’s prompts: “This is… food? For me? I can’t eat this” and “A cloud of blood billowing from a thrashing creature” ↲

Curiosity is just shrouded gluttony. The need to see more, know more, devour as much of the world as you can. Your village elders impressed fear on the young to keep them from treading far afield. They punished those that set foot beyond the borders. Do not leave the boundaries. Do not enter the woods.

You always had been an insatiable child. Restless and unhappily kept in your four walls. The hunger never settled. It drew you to stories of eldritch creatures cast away by God, tales woven with drunken mariner whispers, pages in books quickly torn at the spines and burned. A travelling scholar once told you that the Earth was covered in salt. The sea. The monsters you sought resided there, finding home in the briny depths.

There is a vein outside the village where the salmon run upstream to complete their life cycle. Every river led to the ocean, that much you knew. The first time you crept out of the village had been on impulse. You walked for miles, closely following the sounds of free flowing water until you stumbled upon the inlet. You recall how your feet sank into the mud, grit of silt and icy embrace, and how the oppressive current worked against you as you trudged downstream.

That is where you found Choso.

Where the treeline flanked the narrowing river on either side and rose to create a tapestry of foliage that obscured the sun, in a palatial veil of gold, you saw him; large and angular, a shadow moving on the riverbed. Half fish half man. A long dark tail and a pale belly that blended into skin. Torqued fins, caudal and pelvic, another beginning at the base of his spine, standing proud and tall. Black hair plumed around a gentle face, markings cut across the bridge of his nose. Serrated teeth hidden behind soft lips that tore into your ankle and unearthed a merry scarlet waterfall when you came too close.

Monsters are defined by their aberrance. Monsters are unnatural, wicked and ugly. On your second visit you quickly learned that Choso was none of those things, watching in awe as he drug himself onto the banks and cradled your injured heel. A long tongue too rough and dextrous to be human lapped over the scabbed wound in apology, his saliva numbing the residual pain.

Monstrous? No. To you, he is about as threatening as a limpet. You returned to his neck of the river every day since—rather, every day possible. He is the one to receive your first and last words. With each sun cycle and mark left on your skin your neighbour’s expressions grow more sour. Monstrous are the grating whispers, louder still, the eyes pinned to your every move; endured, only if it meant seeing Choso once more.

A cloud of blood billowed from a thrashing shadow in the dark crevasse. You wait in the mud, cushioned by dry grass pressed flat under your thighs. The surface ripples violently and eventually settles into foam, fizzing out in broad rings. The stillness breaks where a head rises from the water. Red rivulets paint Choso’s chin, running down the column of his throat and staining his gills as he drags himself ashore.

You hold a trepid breath. One swing of his large, muscled arm and there’s a severed fish carcass hauled into the dirt. It comes apart like wet paper, viscera spilling out in a streaming tide. “Eat,” he states firmly.

Choso doesn’t speak often. When he does it is usually just to demand something of you. Give when he needs to tend the thin wounds his teeth leave. Come when you’re too far from him. Watch when he wants you to pay attention as he dives deeper to perform strange, intricate dances for you.

Eat is a recent addition to his verbal repertoire. For some reason he is intent on feeding you. “This is… food? For me?” you smile ruefully, apprehensive as you poke at the dead eyed fish head at your feet. “I can’t eat this, Choso.”

He huffs. The currents break around a too-big tail as he crawls to your lap. You fall back on the soft earth, knees parting to accommodate his breadth. The fins on either side of his pelvis press into your navel. You reach out to cup his face in your palms without much forethought, drying blood now chipping under your fingers.

Something warm and pleasant coils in your chest when his whole body shudders. His gills flutter around a long exhale. You laugh quietly, relenting when he nuzzles his head against your midsection, blood smearing your clothes. Sometimes it felt as though he was trying to dig into your bones.

Head whipping to the side, he takes the flesh of your forearm between his jaws with just enough pressure to pierce skin. The flat of his rough tongue rolls over the wound, blood congealing. Satisfied, he noses at the sensitive skin of your wrist before returning your hand to his jaw. You barely flinch. Choso has done this so many times now you’ve lost count. He steadfastly refuses to tell you why but there’s never any malice in it.

A thought crosses your mind. Your arm falls limp to the side where his own lies. You feel him seize when your fingers enclose around his forearm. Choso stares unblinking while you bring his wrist to your mouth. Pliant, allowing you to shape him as you please.

His skin is thick and tough and so unlike your own. A rumbling purr begins to resonate in his chest as you sink your dull human teeth into him, biting down harder than you’ve ever tried, eyes clenched shut with the effort. Your jaw locks, a soft pop rattling around your skull when the scales break.

You reel away as his blood fills your mouth, sticking to your gums. The taste of copper pervades your senses. Hare brained, your elders called you. Foolish glutton. But in that moment, when Choso braces himself over your body, pinned back to the verge, he dubs you something new.

Crowding close to nip at your cheek, he murmurs, “Mine”.

[sexlapis]

# TAINTED FLOWERS

nanami x student!sorcerer!reader

synopsis: you were fed misleading details about the mission you were given. nanami is late to the scene.

gender neutral reader, angst, death (not of reader or nanami), hurt/comfort, descriptions of death, blood, dead bodies & gore, protective nanami, mentions of haibara, can be read as platonic or romantic

wc: 2k

a/n: in a sad mood, i miss nanami & i wanted to write something a little dark so here ^_^

posted on ao3 here

masterlists

*

uneven gasps leave you mouth, your chest heaving heavily with each breath. blood soaks the blue colour of your uniform as you sit on your knees, staring at the aftermath of the chaos which ensued minutes before.

what once was lavender-coloured, fragrant flowers and fresh, verdant grass, were now painted crimson, tainted and sodden with the blood of your ally, who lay mere feet away, still, limp and unmoving.

regretfully, you look to where she lay, hoping that by some miracle, she is fine and well and victorious.

the sight of your friend has you heaving.

well, what remained of your friend.

whatever lower body she once possessed, was gone. ripped and essentially disintegrated. what it left is a deep puddle of red that pools around her widely. her patent, mary jane shoes stand in the puddle and her ruffled, previously white socks rest in them, dripping and soaked in her own blood.

her face. her face. her face.

it was barely recognisable. it was hardly even there-

acid falls out of your mouth and onto the grass on the ground, burning your throat and mouth. your clammy hands grip your thighs as the last remnants exit your body. droplets of sweat litter your forehead as you quiver, your limbs weak. they feel weighed from the battle and the fast loss of adrenaline.

you have the instinct to check on her. to make sure she’s dead or to check she’s alive, you don’t know.

but you know. deep down, you know.

mushy, salmon flesh is sprayed upwards from where her head is, the most is piled up at her “skull”, like a mountain of slush. an eyeball bulges in the middle of it all.

tears stream down your face before you even realise it, in shock, fear, despair, anger and disbelief.

low risk mission, they said.

it won’t be too dangerous, they said.

you will both be able to handle it, they said.

lies. lies. lies.

you hear faint shouting, your mind far, far away from earth at this point as you look at what was a friend of yours.

you hear running on the grass, and the yells becoming louder and louder, the ringing and screeching in your ears coming to a closing halt as you finally hear who is calling out for you.

“_____!”

nanami.

turning your head to the side slightly, you watch nanami sprint towards you, the fastest you have ever seen him go, stopping a few metres away from you, weapon in hand ready to fight. you look back to your friend.

nanami stops, breathing steadily as he takes in his surroundings. he spares a glance at the body of your peer, now not even a body - just flesh waiting to be consumed by the birds of death, who clean away the morbid remains of the dead and let the cycle of life repeat itself.

the way she died, the way her body is, reminds nanami of-

he brushes such thoughts away quickly, focusing his intentions on you.

when ichiji had rushed up to him, stammering and panicking over two fairly new fourth grade students who have somehow accidentally been sent to a handle a first grade curse, nanami prepared for the worst.

and the worst it was.

you jump and twitch uncontrollably, not even acknowledging nanami’s presence. you gulp, mouth dry and lips cracked and sit on the ground, clothes now sure to be stained with soil and grass markings at the knees.

nanami approaches you carefully, not wanting to startle you when you are in a clear state of consternation and distress.

“_____,” he whispers, kneeling down beside you. he reaches out, wishing to examine you for injuries but you flinch wildly, yelping, almost falling over yourself.

“hey!” nanami stables your, putting both hands on your forearms, “it’s just me. nanami. your mentor.”

that seems to snap you out of your lost stupor a little. you blink at him.

he sees blood splattered on your face and doesn’t know if it’s yours or not. you don’t know either.

nanami takes the opportunity to scan your body for any serious injuries and comes up empty, only seeing your blood-coated uniform and hands. he finds your eyes, red and watery.

“are you alright?” he asks. he knows it’s a stupid, stupid question as soon as it leaves his mouth, but he’s not sure what to say at this moment, to someone who just watched their friend be killed by a monster right in front of their eyes.

heavy breathes leave your mouth along with incoherent mumbles, looking around almost frantically, you’re on the edge of hyperventilating before you find his kind eyes again.

you blubber, going to turn your head to your friend’s body. “she-she’s..she’s-” you gasp in crescendo, words unable to leave your mouth, still in shock.

nanami turns your head back to him delicately, “don’t look at her.” you don’t want to see that more than you have to, he knows that well enough.

nanami waits, letting you fumble and stutter and trip over your words, still holding your arms, before you’re falling forwards into his hold, crying and weeping into his blazer, screams muffled by the fabric which you will most definitely ruin.

nanami starts at the sudden action, shocked but at the same time, knows that your behaviour is not surprising.

he was prepared for dead bodies, blood baths, life-threatening, powerful curses that he had battled before.

but somehow, nanami was not prepared for this. to comfort a person who has just lost their friend in a slaughter.

you head lay solid on his chest, wetting his clothes, but he doesn’t even bring himself to care about that. nanami envelops you in his arms, pulling you closer, cradling the back of your head as he holds you to his chest. the soft gesture simply makes you sob harder, wrapping your arms tighter around his waist as he rocks you gently.

“it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s over now.” the words tumble out of his mouth, like he knows what to say in this situation, like he’s being the person that he himself needed. “shh, shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

the sky is inked with marigolds, the tender, honey colours of the clouds and sun shine a contrast in the mood and what you have just experienced.

blood glitters on the grass and flowers, shiny and slick.

you and nanami stay there just like that for a long while. long enough to where you bawls, screeches and grieves turning into sniffles, whimpers and hiccups.

nanami moved back a short distance, still holding you. “we need to leave, now.” he states. he inspects your face and body once more, “can you stand?”

you don’t respond for a few moments and nanami is patient. with a weak nod from you, nanami begins to rise from his kneeling position, clasping your hands in his own as he helps you to your feet. your legs are shaky, unsteady like a new-born lamb.

he supposed that’s what you are in a world like this. a lamb who had no idea what they were walking into.

you stumble a little and nanami holds your hands tighter.

licking your lips, you glimpse behind you, back to the deceased. “wh..what about h…her?”

“…someone will come to get her.” there’s no gentler way nanami can put that.

you hum and nod again.

arms crossed and still quivering in your bones, you blink away tears. you just want to go home.

then, nanami is shrugging off his suit jacket, and placing it around your shoulders, the size of it dwarfing you, the fabric warm and comforting, protecting you from the harshness of the world and reminding you of the protector that nanami is.

he wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding your forward and away from the bloodbath.

footprints of vermillion are left in your wake.

*

the journey back is quiet.

when arriving at the car, ichiji goes to say something, but is silenced with a quick glare from nanami.

nanami opens the door for you, helping your inside and sits in the back with you. he puts your seatbelt on, securing it around your body before doing his own.

you’re looking down, at your hands that are dry and splotched red, occasionally snivelling and breath hitching. you felt cold for some reason, even in nanami’s jacket and the summer heat your leg bounces continuously.

as nanami looks at you in the corner of his eye, an unconscious but truthful thought floods nanami’s mind.

even after all these years, after all his time away from jujutsu society and slaving away in the grand rat race, one thing has always been clear.

nothing will ever change. and nothing he does will change anything in the grand scheme of things. he could dedicate his whole entire life to serving jujutsu and it wouldn’t even crack a dent in the system.

haibara’s smiling face and bronze, crinkled eyes come to mind. then follows, the reminder of his untimely, brutal death, how he died because of a mistake an adult who should have known better made, how his death meant nothing then and means nothing now, how his bloody torso was all that remained of him and how he lives on only in nanami’s memories.

nanami groans.

why did i even come back here?

he hears you sniffle and clear your throat. you let out a breath and he looks down at you. you’re still staring ahead, but he can tell you’re about to say something.

“will…will i..be in trouble?” you croak out, a small sob escaping your mouth. “i..i did everything, i-” more cries interrupt your sentence, images of minced, pink flesh coming to mind once again, and you cover your face, gasping as your shoulders shake.

nanami is reminded of your youth, your inexperience and desire to please the adults around you with that question alone. you, who just witnessed the death of a friend, are afraid of disappointing an adult who you probably do not even know of.

his heart beats a little faster and he exhales a little, not angry at you, but at the inevitable circumstances that this “job” has on one so young and, for lack of a better word, innocent.

“_____,” he sighs, quite a sad sound. he removes his goggles and leans down a little to get a look at your face. you continue to cry. “look at me, please.”

you whimper and do as he says, your face clearly hot, eyes drowned in tears, the skin around them matted with wetness, and nose running and sniffling. your eyes had a far away, distanced look, one of devastation, destroyed childhood dreams and a permanently changed life.

“you are not in any trouble, _____” he tells you, his brown eyes filled with sympathy, reassurance and another trait that you cannot quite place. “and you will not be in any trouble. i won’t let that happen.”

you hum sadly in response, closing your eyes and shaking your head as a few more tears fall from your eyes.

nanami cups your face with one broad, gentle hand, catching one of your tears with his thumb and erasing it into the soft skin of your cheek. he caresses your shoulder with the other. “i won’t…” he trails off, speaking more to himself than anybody else.

choking on a cry, you shuffle closer to him, resting your head on his chest, ruining his blue shirt even more. he doesn’t hesitate to hold you in his arms, something that seems so natural and familiar to him.

nanami thinks this is so unlike him, to comfort a student so closely, but he does not stop. you need this. it reminds him of why he took this job in the first place and why he left and why he came back once again.

why he keeps going, going, going when he is more than able to just stop.

“i won’t…”

*

next week, you are appointed to third grade sorcerer level and your eyes are blank and your heart is empty.

a/n: this turned out darker than i expected tbh lmao 😕😕😕

[formlines]

Save the Last Dance for Me

Kyran Yeomans

from the website: This stop on our tour (where you are standing currently in the gallery reading this, or through the digital ethers) we see that the elements and nutrients of a shredded, disposed-of salmon carcass disperse back into the waterways to continue nourishing yet smaller creatures, even after death. Further downstream, the vitalized water then finds its way via streams and rivers themselves, or through the precipitation and water cycle, to provide nutrients and support to the essential cedars used for so much. In turn, the cedar panel itself allows the carved salmon to emerge, creating a cyclical relationship within the piece, both physically as well as metaphorically.

This piece may serve as monument, a totem, if you will, to the salmon. Bounteous and tasty. 

For this piece, one possible interpretation has the salmon’s depiction here in a reversal of the typical circling-bird-of-prey-up-overhead scenario. Salmon, playfully leading its chosen partner, eagle, in dance through the fluidity of each step in the life cycle. A partnership.

[nalu4ever]

Nalu Fanfictions recs:

Starfall » by riverofmemories Lucy has one rule when it comes to surviving her new life in an apocalyptic world: don't be stupid. Of course, that rule gets thrown right out the window when a man who thinks himself a god literally falls into her lap. It doesn't help that he seems to be particularly good at walking her into trouble.

M, English, chapters: 50, words: 179k+(ongoing)

Song of the Dragonborn » by Psilocybinlemon Lucy's life changes forever when dragons come back to life after centuries of endless slumber. As her hometown burns down in flames, a young fire mage named Natsu saves her from certain death. Brought together by a chance of fate, they set on an epic adventure to find their roles in the ancient prophecies about the end of the world. / High Fantasy/Skyrim AU

M, English, Adventure & Fantasy, chapters: 78, words: 602k+(ongoing)

Flame's Desire » by rougescribe Life after life, two souls are destined to meet only to be torn apart: A curse set to repeat in an endless cycle. With the cards already dealt against them, Natsu and Lucy begin to follow their fates once more, unaware of the tragic loss assured the moment they touched hands.

M, English, Romance & Fantasy, chapters: 32, words: 191k+(ongoing)

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T, English, Romance & Humor, chapters: 26, words: 210k+(complete)

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T, English, Romance & Friendship, chapters: 19, words: 150k+(ongoing)

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M, English, Adventure & Romance, chapters: 49, words: 238k+(ongoing)

Greedy Dragon » by moeruhoshi Young fire dragon, Natsu Dragneel meets his best friend, a golden star named Lucy, one day when he mistakes her for a piece of gold he intends to keep for his hoard. This series follows their everyday antics with each other and their friends who are surprisingly dramatic for their age.

T, English, Romance & Humor, chapters: 41, words: 106k+(ongoing)

One-Night Stand (NaLu) » by lucyheartfjlja "She liked it. His bluntness and honesty. His ability to reach out for what he wanted in all confidence, without playing any games. She wanted it too. Ever since she laid eyes on his salmon hair and jade eyes that pierced right through her, she knew she needed him. Just for the night, and just to get over her fiancé. I mean, ex fiancé."

M, English, Romance & Drama, chapters: 56, words: 139k+(complete)

Nalu- A twist in time » by nikki1997 Natsu and Lucy redo the war they already lost. Natsu knows everything about his past now. All Zeref desires for is death at the hands of his brother. All Natsu wants is to live a life with the woman he loves even though he knows he will have to fight for it every step of the way. Lucy just wants everyone to live. Will they all get what they want this time? Time travel. Canon couple

T, English, Friendship & Adventure, chapters: 29, words: 172k+(ongoing)

New Adventures » by RedFantasies FT Gang AU in the future. Lucy runs away from home only to find herself witnessing the infamous Fairy Tail gang about to blow up a building. They have no choice but to take her with them, but is that really a bad thing? Nalu of course. Rated T for some violence, swearing, mentions of torture, and self-harm

T, English, Adventure & Humor, chapters: 61, words: 158k+(ongoing)

Passive Aggressive Post-Its » by quite-a-riot When a fateful encounter results in Lucy being linked to a complete stranger, she will have to find a way to live with (and maybe just love) the messy scribbler who seemingly shares her skin. Lucy can't help resisting the pull of fate, but when friends get involved, she doesn't stand a chance. Set where Earth meets Earthland, being a college freshman has never been quite like this.

M, English, Humor & Romance, chapters: 58, words: 569k+(ongoing)

Of Dust and Shadows » by riverofmemories After falling through time, Lucy Heartfilia finds that history – both the world's and her own – isn't as black and white as she thought it was. With the discovery of magic and the fact that she's arrived in a three-year period no one knows anything about, Lucy is determined to stop the devastation she knows is coming – all while being irreversibly tied to the one who creates it.

M, English, chapters: 143, words: 506k+(complete) ❤️❤️❤️

[ar0rin]

plz infodump about ur agents

Thank you for the ask. I'm so sorry for not answering sooner. I am going to rant about neo 3 and my creative process regarding their character.

My idea for Veronika's parents is that they're either dead or living not knowing of the whereabouts of their eldest child. Initially I wanted Veronika to try to find their birth parents as a set up for some sort of tragic rejected-by-your-own-family scenario, but I realized that sort of defies the "raised by salmonids" statement, so I decided to scrap it.

Instead of developing their ties to their inkling family, I decided to expand on the Salmonids that Veronika grew up around, and what their opinions on them would be. While there are many salmonids who are fine with Veronika, the majority of salmonids don't approve of them living there due to the history behind Inkling and Salmonid relations. Veronika's situation was and still is a hot debate among salmonids. While Veronika is an inkling, they have nothing to do with grizzco's interference with the salmon runs, so there's no reason to be outright hostile towards them; However, some salmonids still hold the belief that an inkling has no place in their society. Given their circumstances, I guess that can't really be helped.

One of the more prevalent arguments for Veronika's case is the "Octo-village", which is a small part of the Salmonid city inhabited by Octarians who were left stranded as a result of the tide rising after diplomatic meetings held between Octarians and Salmonids. Because Octolings also live in the village, a common argument is that Veronika is no different from an Octoling who was left behind by their allies.

Veronika was raised on salmonid values and beliefs, so I always have to remind myself of this when thinking about important events in their life. During their fight against Mr. Grizz, they weren't afraid of dying, but rather letting down the people they love. Mr. Grizz was the one who caused the inkling interferences in the salmon runs, and the main perpetrator of hostility between the two species. Mr. Grizz's plan was to cover the entire world in fuzzy ooze and lay waste to the world as they knew it, which meant that everyone that Veronika had ever known would be lost. Defeating Mr. Grizz was Veronika's responsibility at this point. After all, who else has the capability and means to do it?

Veronika sells scrap metal to make enough money to live in Splatsville. Scrap metal foraging is a talent they've had since childhood, as Salmonids frequently use scrap metal in their buildings. Veronika moved to Splatsville at 15, because the Salmonids agreed that because an inkling doesn't have the necessary capabilities to participate in salmon runs, they shouldn't be encouraged to stay within Salmonid society, which puts emphasis on fighting for the pride of one's clan. I'll expand on this point in the next paragraph. Veronika learned the inkling language (inklish) mainly through their friends, which means they know a lot of slang and not a lot of complicated words. They're pretty content with this.

The Salmonid belief that fighting to the death is honourable and a necessary part of the cycle of life was a huge factor in both Veronika's character and how they interact with other characters. while their peers fight for the sake of "claiming turf", Veronika fights for the belief that it is honorable and unites them with the world. This leads them into getting into a lot of fights around Splatsville, and subsequently claiming a lot of turf because of it.

I'm going to end this here! So long..

[trainingdummyrabbit]

you have abnos???? ooooooo......

pelase elbrate....... if not an isue....

i have beasts !!! :] idont talk abt them very much but ilike them a lot.. one day i might write a full thing for all of em but ican give a rundown hwehe ^_^

This Place Won't Stay - [EGO: With The Tide] Duty and Inevitability; Thankless Jobs. A mostly humanoid abnormality with the exception of having the head and tail of a fish. appeared to me in a dream. takes heavy inspiration from salmon, but looks more like a rainbow trout. very no-nonsense and constantly at work; it is Deathly serious despite the way it looks. the idea of responsibility-- jobs that only you can do. tied inextricably with death, yet working for the benefit of many. the greater good. living, working; not for any personal gain, but simply out of obligation, habit, nature. equal parts resentment and pride, it toils in an endless cycle; laying claim to none of the fruits of its labor other than the cold satisfaction that its served its purpose.

Pious Nightingale - [EGO: The Fool] Well-Meaning yet ultimately Self-Centered Hubris. A small, plain bird adorned with a lavish red cape and jeweled gold crown. draws from The Nightingale fairytale. it sings of tales of grandeur and eclectic feats, sparking inspiration in any that hear its voice. lands from afar and things beyond the imagination; it can show you all of them. a silver-tongued creature of many stories-- however, it is still simply a plain, ordinary bird. it insists it can solve any problem, lead everyone to true freedom; yet all these experiences it claims to know are naught but stories. its never lived them itself. it insists it can save anyone and everyone; yet cannot talk itself out of the gilded cage where its lived its whole life. the blind leading the blind.

Whispers of Another Life - [EGO: Hiraeth] Misplacement; Yearning for that which doesn't exist. A vaguely humanoid shape that takes the form of a rapidly shifting child's drawing, hastily cut out of paper. the elusive desire to Belong, rapidly changing the self in order to fit into a perceived 'gap' in the perfect image of How Things Should Be. it riles itself into hysteria searching for something it sorely misses, yet never truly had. yet, in trying to change itself so rapidly, it can never truly fit in anywhere. all it has to do is get it right. all it has to do is keep trying. the pieces will surely fit together next time. or the next, or the next, or the next.

[noveloctoling]

Hello, Novel!

I have seen your stance on Grizzco and wanted to reach out. I was curious to see what you’d do to stop Salmonids from invading the Grand Festival venue. If ou— Grizzco’s methods are so evil.

-R

[ @goldenrotations ]

I might sound crazy for this - but I say let them take the venue. That's just my personal opinion. I'm not the biggest fan of Splatfests and large parties, so I wouldn't really care if the event venue got ruined.

The way the invasion, and any invasion in general, is promoted makes me physically sick (no literally Shallow and Haggy are very aware when family comes into town, I actually get a cold from the sudden change in pressure). If you haven't noticed for the Deep Cut broadcast today, the goal for Deep Cut to have to help out during the invasion is 'we take our fun very seriously'. Do you know how wrong that sounds? It's two teams with different motivations, and the side that many people are on is "quit trying to crash our big party like what did we ever do to you?"

This conflict has been running for AGES, and with Grizzco in the picture, things have gone from bad to worse. The balance of life and death in the Salmonid cycle of life has been broken, with much more death than life. This is because of the egg stealing done by Grizzco. Makes me SICK.

Anyways, I'm getting off track. Before I answer what I would do to prevent the invasion, I do want to mention that this invasion is of our own making. We have invaded, murdered, and stolen from the Salmonids, and they have every right to be angry and invade Inkandian lands. IF we were to be in the past, knowing about what happens now, I would highly suggest NOT invading their territory and stealing unborn babies. BUT, we can't wonder how we can change the past, this is the present for cod's sake. What I propose is a fair fight. No egg stealing, just defense. The Salmonids always march valiantly into war, gleeful to die at enemy weapons as long as they die for their people and the cycle of life. INSTEAD of stealing their unborn children, just defend yourself just like how they defend their land from Grizzco intruders. It WILL pass on the message of "Hey, you can't just walk into our territory like that; we are going to defend our land from you". That's EXACTLY what the Salmonids do when we invade, and that's EXACTLY would be what we SHOULD do when they do invade our lands.

Sorry for the rant. I WAS going to make a post about my emotions after seeing the Splatcast on the up and coming Big Run, but I ended up being so angry that I couldn't form a sentence. I had to chill inside with Shallow to calm down so I didn't go feral and destroy something. But I'm doing better now (still seething with rage, but I'll get over it).

Anyways, thanks for reaching out! I guess this serves as my official post addressing the current situation we're facing. I will eventually post about my general opinions on Salmon Run, Big Run, and all other things, but I think this is good for now. Thank you!!

[moscahbriar]

a classic prayer from the Fríveidislen religion. the basis of the religion is that it's monotheistic and very centred around the ocean; believing God came down and became part of the ocean. the water, fish, seaweed, everything, is a part of God - God is lives through the cycle of life and death in the ocean. the fish are arctic cod and arctic salmon, as Fríveidinouson is an island in the arctic ocean. transcription under the cut!

Ocean of my heart, light of our land, God who lives in the depths, God in the sea beneath and below. Who came down into the ocean, who came onto our land, who fills our hearts and our minds. Who loves us more than anyone, who embraces us as the waves around. Who gave up to be consumed, to be found in our sinew and bone. Watch over our sea and land, watch over our friends and families. Provide for us, grant that we may accept your gifts with joy and love. Carry us gently to our watery graves, hold us close as we sink beneath the waves. Forgive us for our flaws, bestow upon us your love. God in the depths below, God in the endless ocean, God in the fish that swim and God in the waves that crash. In God’s name we do, in God’s name we speak, in God’s name we eat. Forever and ever. A thousand blessings, adösern ragur. 

[itsdeathofabachelor]

Remember the post I made about Jotaro being the same level of fucked up as Kakyoin but in different ways? I think I need to give examples because I have a very distinct thing in my brain I need all of you people to grasp to some extent here.

Jotaro is fucking huge. Ginormous for no reason considering he very likely hadn’t had the time to work out in between beating the shit out of local gang members, dashing and dining, and being a bitch to his mother. But because he hasn’t really been in a setting with a bunch of people with similar physiques as him, he has no idea how to act outside of being ‘cool’. Like, he sees no point in flaunting how he looks so he doesn’t, unlike with someone who, say, worked at their body image for months.

So I am being dead serious when I say Holly didn’t make him a school lunch one time (she had such a bad flu bug she couldn’t get out of bed) Jotaro skips all of his classes, entire day ruined. He goes out to the convenience store, red faced, puffy eyed, and shoves a packet of donuts down his shirt. No one even fucking notices. He eats all of them and cries, it’s so fucking funny.

I should probably mention, Kakyoin is one hundred percent the only one who Jotaro could give less of a shit seeing him do this. So he’s there, gingerly explaining the breeding cycles of salmon and trout in hopes of engaging Jotaro’s autism enough so he doesn’t choke and fucking die around the three donuts he shoved in his mouth.

So, six foot five, bulging muscles, could pop a can of tomatoes open if he put it in between his thighs and squeezed slightly, having a breakdown under a tree somewhere in a national park, defeated. A red haired, twitchy twunk drawing with a stick in the ground saying some shit like, ‘you can tell it’s a type of mammal because of its fin bones, even if it’s exclusively in the water now— please slow down Jojo I really don’t want you to throw up again’.

No, like, he’s a mess all the time but would rather die than be around literally anyone when he has that ‘calm before the storm’ meltdown feeling. So he just sort of shows up at Kakyoin’s doorstep like a stray and lays on his bedroom floor for three hours. Sometimes he falls asleep and Kakyoin uses him as a backrest because he always chooses to be face first directly in front of his Atari and Kakyoin wants to play his games.

Kakyoin’s mother one hundred percent thinks Jotaro is some dangerous delinquent who is going to put her son into a grave, life or death peer pressure situation until she sees Jotaro being dragged out of the house by his ankles with an out of breath Kakyoin carting both their bags under one arm, Jotaro’s coat over one shoulder, and Jotaro’s foot in both his hands. Like, ‘We have a math test. I need good grades. I am not explaining to Miss Holly why you have to retake highschool’.

And Jotaro’s completely limp, like three hundred fucking pounds of pure muscle, wearing a tank top, face down with his hat brim dragging on the floor. He looks fucking dead. He looks like a dead fucking rat. And Kakyoin’s mother no longer has nearly as many worries about Jotaro but also is forever cursed with the knowledge that, even if she were to gossip to her book club about it, they would never believe her.

Also, she’s seen Jotaro cry three separate times on the kitchen floor as Kakyoin makes his grilled cheese in the shapes of dolphins because his favourite cereal changed their packaging or Sadao calls and he’s just losing it in a puddle of tears. He never mentions it again and literally goes back to normal like nothing had happened.

He could beat the shit out of a whole biker gang, spear and set their leader on fire, all stoic and angry and totally badass. Everything falls into place with perfectly timed catchphrases and comebacks, but he’ll still be at Kakyoin’s house, twenty minutes later, face down infront of his Atari. And Kakyoin will use him as a back rest to play his games.

[olivers-undersea]

Welcome to Oliver rants abt marine life

TOPIC(S): Whale fall, the purple octopus, salmon

CW:animal death and the futility of existence

SO WHALE FALL IS A NATURAL PHENOMENON IN WHICH A WHALE DIES AND ITS CARCASS FALLS TO THE OCEAN FLOOR FEEDING THOSE FOR DECADE (AROUND 50 YEARS) ECO SYSTEMS ARE BUILT AROUND THIS THAT LAST FOR DECADES

THERE ARE FOUR STAGES, WHILE FALLIN SHARKS AND OTHER FISH WILL JUST NOM ON IT,

THEN IT FALLS TO THE FLOOR WHILE MOST SOFT TISSUE IS EATEN BY OCTOPI, ISOPODS ETC

THEN BONE MARROW IS DRILLED INTO AND EATEN BY MORE EXOSKELETAL CREATURES/ALGAE COVERS THE BONES T

HEN IS THE REEF STAGE WHICH IS LARGELY UNKNOWN BECAUSE OF THE NUTRIENTS DEPOSITS IT WILL LEAVE BEHIND NEEDS TO BE OBSERVED MUCH LONGER

AND WHILE WHALE FALLS ARE COMMON MOST ARE UNOBSERVED BECAUSE THE SEA IS FUCKIN HUGE

SCIENTISTS WILL LOOK FOR WHALES THAT ARE DEAD AND THEN SINK EM BUT IT'S NOT A TRUE OBSERVATION

WITH WHALE FALLS ARE ACCOMPANIED BY A HUGE OUTBREAK OF BACTERIA AND ALGAE WHICH IS VERY IMPORTANT BECAUSE THIS IS LIKELY THE FIRST LARGE MEAL THESE CREATURES HAVE EVER AND WILL EVER HAVE

the VERY vital part in how deep sea creatures survive is a phenomenon known as "marine snow" which is organic materials falling from the top layers of ocean, a whale fall is just the jackpot of that, I guess what gets me is when you die on land you feed your neighbors, but when you die in the ocean you fall so deep that the only thing you are known as a blessing, perhaps a fallen god something that so few experience in their lifetime but that carries on for generations

It's a similar thing to the purple octopus the TLDR or their life is that mother deep sea purple octopus's brood for FOUR AND A HALF YEARS which means just sittin on their eggs they do not eat, rarely sleep due to the optic gland then as soon as their eggs hatch they die the mother will in a desperate frenzy eat herself and then fall into the abyss (coming the very marine snow she fed on) AND WHAT GETS ME IS HOW IT HAPPENS

like does she know this will be her fate? in her big alien brain when she swims past the cliffs speckled with other mothers she must realize this will be her fate right?? Does she live her life agonizing over when her time will come? when it is inevitably her end? Does she sit there for those four years angry, upset, this is her fate that she knew all along? or one day is she taken over with this undesirable urge to protect her eggs and is she happy and content or does she wait day by day waiting for it to end

AND IT'S ALL CONTROLLED BY THIS TINY ASS GLAND THAT RUNS IN BETWEEN THEIRS EYES THAT WHEN TAKEN OUT FOR EXPERIMENTATION (kind of on accident 💀) SAVES THEM FROM THIS DOOMED CYCLES, IN SOME CASES THE MOTHERS WILL ABANDON THEIR EGGS BUT THEY MOSTLY JUST LEAVE FOR SHORT PERIODS OF TIME TO HUNT, RETAINING THEIR BODY MASS AND DON'T EAT THEMSELVES ALIVE AFTER THEY HATCH

[a-salmon-good-time]

I would like first to say that the art you have created is amazing. Also I would to ask what type of person is Cohozuna? What type of atmosphere does Cohozuna make?

Thank you a ton!!!

In the story, Cohozuna's the kind of guy that's very welcoming, laidback, and surprisingly a great therapist in his own way (he listens and is a great support for when a person needs someone to talk to)! He's got a deep, booming voice and a hearty laugh. Cohozuna is a no judgement, no filters kinda fish but he's also very polite and means well.

Beneath Cohozuna's welcoming, powerful aura is someone who's observant, serious, and well-calculated.

While they say in the game that Salmonids embrace death/the cycle of life, Cohozuna takes "living life to the fullest" very seriously, so he likes throwing parties and festivities in the form of Salmon Runs (this is before Grizzco was involved- salmonids in this movie do Salmon Runs in the form of parties and festivities, like listening to live performances or playing card games!)

[flamingskull28]

Okay random splatoon theory time

This name is very similar to horrorborors. You know the giant snake like King Salmon, so me and my friend got to thinking.

Okay so we all know salmonids are cool with being eaten, and to my understanding they see it as returning to the land. So maybe horrorborors is a representation of the life and death cycle, and the being reborn part makes sense to. Because it makes sense that salmon would have to undergo some sort of special transformation to turn into a King Salmon.... almost like being reborn

But

That's just a theory

A GAME THEORY

( any comments you have on the theory appreciated)

[ninja-kitty-more-like-no]

I have to know about Brother Jeremiah. Like it's a need now /lh, gen

so Brother Jeremiah is an awakened salmon with the acolyte background whos taken a vow of celibacy as part of his worship, and when spawn season came and he started rotting alive as part of the salmon life cycle, he stayed sentient and alive through the conviction of his faith and also because hes gods specialest little virgin fish and so now he's an undead sorcerer

so hes a rotting salmon who lives in a fish tank on wheels and who talks like a medieval knight like "AHHHH PRITHEE FAIR MAIDEN I SHALL WIPE THY TEARS FROM THEY ROSY CHEEKS" and then he splashes around for a sec and goes "I DO NOT HAVE HANDS"

and he can cast finger of death

[the-kinfesssional]

thinking bout the time i got "octo-napped" by the salmonids and got to see their culture and how things work for them. they're actually really polite and friendly all things considered! i don't really recall much about it i just remember doing a salmon run and just being picked up by one and carried away. i stayed with them and learnt about their culture for like a week. They sleep in giant piles with each other it's really comfortable, They taught me weapons are kept in tip top shape and are passed down from parent to child through generations and that it's rude to not care for the weapons. Their culture is really interesting and i think inklings and octolings alike should learn more about them than jumping to conclusions. And uh, to lessen any negative feelings ghost feels, salmonid's are not afraid death, they regard it as part of the cycle of life which all creatures are apart of. their weapon choices (pots, pans, soup ladles, pot lids) are in a bid to make them look "tasty". When fighting to the death they feel a sense of unity with themselves and the world. When eaten by other creatures they see their death as a way of being one with the world! they fight for their clans pride and die with honor, the cycle continues with their life and death.

-🕯️🐑🗡️ (Mango, Splatoon agent 8 ockin/sonakin)

Wow, that's really interesting!