#splatoon moon glasses

[plaguedogs123]

My HC/version of Team Cyan 💙

[halfphones]

art dump! 🐙 old stuffs and new stuffsss

oc in the 3rd pic belongs to @ / machete.advocate on insta, go check out his works he is sososo super cool !

sorry for not posting a whole bunch!!!! my comeback is soon i PROMISE

[violethursday]

My headcanons (so far) of the Coroika characters' real names

Headphones- Mayumi "Maya" Garcia

Bobble Hat- Bonnie

Rider- Ryder Rosales

Army- Avery Forima

Aloha- Kai Lee (kinda sounds like Kylie if said fast)

Mask- Mizuki Honda

Full Moon Glasses- Luna (self explanatory)

Skull- Callum Lewandowski

Emperor- Emperor Houzuki (Also self explanatory)

N-Pacer- Elena Castillo

Eging Jr.- Maurice Cousteau Jr.

Prince- Prince "Prinz" Houzuki

Laceless- Leon

Vintage- Vincent Choi

Omega- Olivia "Liv" Choi (I headcanon her and Vintage to be twins)

[ironicjanitor]

lazyy doodle bleh

[kunikuus]

Very yuriful c0mm… Aloha x Moon and theyre both octolings

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

resending the ask- could you put together an outfit around either the snipewriter 5h or the eliter 4k?

Designing an outfit around a weapon actually proved a lot different from what I usually do with my outfit requests, so you're getting two outfits for each of them, because I went around putting them together in completely different ways.

(Retro Specs / Vintage Check Shirt / Tan Workboots) (Annaki Charms / Forge Octarian Jacket / Blue Sea slugs)

For these two, I built them around the colors of the main weapons, but also Chargers as a weapon class. Snipers, perhaps more than any other type of gun, have a lot of tropes associated with them. A sniper is commonly depicted as professional, but cold and calculating, both physically and metaphorically distant. And that's what I wanted to go for with these two.

But I wasn't satisfied with just that, so as said I did a second pass with a different approach:

(Full-Moon Glasses / Moby Knit / Dark-Roast Boaties) (Zekko Mesh / Annaki Flannel Hoodie / Punk Cherries)

Here, I instead designed the outfits around the weapons and their real-life inspirations, implying more of a story and character than the first set did. For the Snipewriter, that meant a writer, or perhaps a poet, a bit pretentious and definitively someone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword. For the E-liter, which is based on a gas pump, I wanted a bit of a trucker look. A bit working-class, and also a bit of inspiration from the kind of rural folks who tinker with old cars in their garages.

Hope any of these strike your fancy, and sorry for the wait!

[coroikaships-daily]

forgemoon (Forge x Full Moon Glasses)

Ship of the day:

Forgemoon!

[inky-xana]

i like them haha

[corosona5]

Here is the corosona 3 characters

Makoto Yuki - Mask

Kotone Shiniomi - omega

Yukari Takeba - Red Sole

Junpei Iori - Squidkid/Eging Jr.

Mitsuru Kirijo - N-Pacer

Akihiko Sanada - Emperor

Fuuka Yamagishi - Headphones

Shinjiro Aragaki - Vintage

Aigis - Omega

Ken Amada - Prince

Koromaru - Kojake

Elizabeth - Full Moon Glasses

Theodore - Emperor

Ryoji Mochizuki - Aloha

[ak1w1i]

Trans themed cyan team stimboard!!

x . x . x x.🏳‍🌈. x x . x . x

[saturntheocto]

hiii ppll, *throws genloss au at u*

so like im listing characters off the top of my head so these wont be all of them yet

ranboo - skull Charlie slimecicle - aloha the gouls - the rest of pink team sneegsnag - rider the rat guy whith a mask whos played by jerma - mask the rat 1 - desighner hp the rat 2 - full moon glasses niki niachu - headphones austin show - ocho

i dont remember the others off the top of my head but uhh yeah :]

[sksrdiscoofspades]

Finally posting a thing

The fic that I did a teaser for multiple weeks ago is finally posted! Sorry I got writers block and just did a bunch of drawing, yet no au drawings so-

anyways ‘Desperate Times, Desperate Measures’ should be up on ao3!

[halfphones]

super old glasses gang thing ... i heart them so bad AUGH

[crows-templets]

Master post of all my templates!

Alter templates

Dark/light theme medium

Shinso Hitoshi theme normal

Pirate theme normal

Moon/plant theme normal

Tecnoblade theme normal

Scenecore theme normal

Space theme normal

Crow/raven/red theme normal

Crime theme normal

Candy/death theme normal

Fnaf daycare theme normal

Kidcore theme normal

Music theme normal

Foolish gamer theme normal

Angel theme normal

Tiny Tina theme long

Royal core medium

Science theme long

Fallen angel/demon theme normal

Barbie theme normal

Bird theme normal

Music/chess theme normal

🌀 theme normal

Ocean theme long

Music/star theme medium

Star/hibiscus theme normal

Tabletop games theme medium

Rosie hazbin theme normal

Taylor swift theme normal

Cute/game theme normal

Yellow theme normal

Pink/green theme normal

Emily hazbin theme normal

Alien theme normal

Angel dust hazbin theme short-medium

Angel dust hazbin theme normal

Angel dust take 3 normal

Shiver splatoon theme normal

Dark forest theme normal

She ra theme normal

Glass theme normal

Blitz helluva boss theme normal

Millie/moxxie helluva theme normal

Strawberry theme normal

Toby Creepypasta theme normal

Heart theme<3 normal

Fox theme normal

Stolas helluva theme normal

Legend of Zelda theme normal

Archery theme normal

Lucifer hazbin theme normal

Dark/creepy theme long

Brain/book theme normal

White tiger theme short

Sleeping beauty theme normal

White/red theme normal

Purple/white/red theme short

Hell/Alastor theme normal

Mina mha theme normal

Party theme normal

Bone theme normal

Raven/fire theme medium

Vanny Fnaf theme normal

Film theme normal

Apple theme normal

Werewolf theme normal

Fish theme normal

Carmilla hazbin theme medium

Nate fisher theme normal

69 templates

Dino theme small

Fall theme medium

Sunset theme medium

Tord eddsworld theme normal

Star and music theme medium

Music/love theme medium

Velvette hazbin theme medium

Danger days theme normal

River/wind theme normal

Pink/star theme short

Fantasy theme normal

Micheal angel theme short

Drinking/smoking theme long

Dots n’ stars theme normal

Sera hazbin theme medium

Husk hazbin theme medium/short

Vaggie hazbin theme short/medium

Orange clock theme medium

Cult of the lamb them normal

Casino theme long

Catnap theme normal

Dog days theme normal

Ranboo theme normal

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System templates

Ocean theme

Life series theme

Space theme

Hannibal theme

Cottage core theme

Critter theme

Sky theme

Dark theme

And there we go! Only took me a few hours

[gamegem92]

(IO/Splatoon AU) Profiles thus far

Name: Joy Yoru

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Firefly Squid 

Ink Color(natural): Yellow/Blue gradient 

Weapon of Choice: Dapple Dualies

Headgear: Sun Visor

Clothing: Lime BlobMob Tee

Shoes: Cyan Trainers

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Name: _____ “Sadness” Egea 

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Glass Squid (Egea Inermis)

Ink Color(natural): Blue

Weapon of Choice: Bloblobber

Headgear: Full-Moon Glasses

Clothing: Tenured Turtleneck 

Shoes: Blue Slip-Ons

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Name: _______ “Anger” Rossi

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Chilean Bobtail Squid

Ink Color(natural): Red

Weapon of Choice: Carbon Roller

Headgear: Skull Bandana

Clothing: King Jersey

Shoes: Buckle-Down Boots

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Name: ______ “Disgust” Loligo

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Longfin Inshore Squid

Ink Color(natural): Green

Weapon of Choice: REEF-LUX 450

Headgear: Squidbeak Shield

Clothing: Plum Barazushi Wrap

Shoes: Onyx 01STERs

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Name: _________ “Fear” Ivieran

Species: Inkling

Subspecies: Long-Armed Squid 

Ink Color(natural): Violet 

Weapon of Choice: New Squiffer

Headgear: Fake Contacts

Clothing: Office Attire

Shoes: Baggy-Sock Fringe Loafs

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Name: ____ “Anxiety” Koystvo

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Blind Cirrate Octopus

Ink Color(natural): Orange

Weapon of Choice: Painbrush

Headgear: Noise Cancelers

Clothing: Striped Rugby

Shoes: Clownfish Basics

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Name: ______ “Envy” Bluu

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Blue-Ringed Octopus

Ink Color(natural): Cyan

Weapon of Choice: Foil Squeezer

Headgear: Fishfry Biscuit Bandana

Clothing: Crustwear XXL

Shoes: Bubble Rain Boots 

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Name: _________ “Ennui” Vitrele

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Glass Octopus (Richardi)

Ink Color(natural): Lilac

Weapon of Choice: Undercover Sorella Brella

Headgear: Annaki Beret

Clothing: Negative Longcuff Sweater

Shoes: Octoleet Boots

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Name: ______ “Embarrassment” Pacifico

Species: Octoling

Subspecies: Giant Pacific Octopus

Ink Color(natural): Pink

Weapon of Choice: Splatana Wiper

Headgear: Snaxolotl Hood

Clothing: Whale-Knit Sweater 

Shoes: Pink Dadfoot Sandals

[voids-colourful-creations]

Break it Apart, Tear it Down! - A Pearl Houzuki Fic

[Read on Ao3!]

Rated: T Relationships: N/A Splatoon 2, Pre Canon, Pre OTH Content Warnings: Emotional Distress, Self Destructive Behaviour, Mild Coarse Language, Breakdown, No Happy Ending Words: 1.7k

Summary: Pearl’s band kicked her to the curb after yet another venue was destroyed. At the end of the night, the only thing left to return to is the same empty house.

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It’s well past “late at night” when Pearl storms into the house, verging more on early morning. Stage attire still plastered against her skin, thick dark makeup smeared far down her face; Pearl slams the door shut and stomps in, heavy boots and all.

Too tired and mad to really think straight, Pearl heads inside. She paces inwards with no particular intent. The day’s been long, effort otherwise exhausting, but she’s too wired to sit still. There’s a buzz in her chest, the residual high from the crowd mixed with the vibrating sting of anger.

Who did they think they were?! Kicking her out of her own band? Please! They were nothing without her. Setting off without her? She’d like to see them try! No one else would ever come anything close to her voice, her sound, her power.

(That was part of the problem, they’d said, another club destroyed and Pearl could only shrug it off. Tired expressions met Pearl’s eyes, shaded by the dim emergency lights, the only lights left in the venue. What was she supposed to say? They’d known she was like this when they’d started.)

Pearl wouldn’t fare much better on her own, either, and she knew it. The acknowledgement only stokes the flames in her chest, in her hair, lighting up with energy. An acapella career was out of the question. She needed a band, and they needed her! Or had, anyway. She was a damn good vocalist and a pretty stellar lyricist, but that was where her talents stopped, despite her best efforts.

Pearl gave the grand piano a pointed glare as she stalked past it.

Useless thing, at least in her hands, no matter how many lessons her parents had her take growing up. She just couldn’t hack it, and the more time she’d spent fruitlessly practising the same scales and bland tunes, the more she grew to hate it. 

As she passes, Pearl kicks her leg out, catching her ankle on the piano bench and flinging it across the wide open room. The bench clatters to the ground, a nice slam of a sound as it hits the hardwood.

For a moment, Pearl feels a bit better, if only slightly.

She catches a glance of herself. In the reflection of the house’s giant windows, her pale frame stands out vividly against the darkness. All clouds tonight, no stars, no moon.

It’s really just her face sticking out, her tentacles and fingertips. Her hair crackles like a flame, begging for release. Black clothes blend into the night, only the vague impression of trees somewhere in the yard where Pearl’s body should be. The dark makeup blends too, ringing holes in Pearl’s face instead of eyes.

Pearl glares at nothing, and turns away towards the kitchen. No windows in there.

The distance between rooms feels long and oppressive. Pearl’s never been a fan of just how white the house is, how much glass lined its walls, but certainly not now. There was an ever present feeling of being exposed, no matter how remote this place was. Always being stared at, peered in on, yet all that was inside was sterile, white. Nothing to be seen.

Pearl reaches the kitchen, but it isn’t much of an improvement. If anything, it’s worse.

All of it, the fridge, the cabinets, everything is unbearably ivory, and so shiny she could see her own reflection in it. Nothing but a black and pink stain, all features erased. 

She tracks dirt on the tiles— white of course— as she walks between the two kitchen islands and towards the fridge. Pearl throws open the door.

Inside are a few energy drinks, a jar of mayonnaise, and a mostly eaten pizza slice. That’s all. But why would there be anything else? She never eats here, there’s never anyone here to cook for. The band had only ever practised at studios out in the city, a trek all the way out here never worth the effort. Like everything else in this house, the kitchen was mainly just for show.

Pearl slams the fridge door shut, grinding her teeth.

She reaches up to the cabinet doors, the lower sets only barely within her reach. As her fingers curl around the silver handles, Pearl yanks them open as if she’ll find something new inside.

It’s the same as always. Dozens upon dozens of plates, dishes and glassware. All of it entirely unused, as new as the day her mother had given them to her.

Housewarming gifts, she said, like the house itself hadn’t been a “gift”. For the guests, she said.

Guests, she’d said, with that pinched little smile of hers. The same way she smiled when she’d shown off that fucking piano, the house, even. 

When Pearl made it clear she was heading out on her own to pursue her music, her mother had given her this house. Something befitting of the family. Massive windows taking up more space than walls. Shades of white on everything, blindingly pristine. A grand piano, sitting in the centre, and Pearl wonders if maybe her mother was trying to tell her something. Never outright, no, but in the ways that lingered, syllables resting idly behind platitudes. 

If she’s saying something, then Pearl’s electing to ignore it. 

She braces her arms against the counter top, digging her boot into the handle of a lower drawer. With one fluid motion, Pearl heaves herself up onto the counter, knee scraping uncomfortably against the edge of the marble.

Better vantage point of the upper cupboards this way, much too tall for her to reach on her own. She yanks one open, revealing light to a series of glass serving bowls that’d seen only darkness since the day she moved in.

On auto pilot Pearl pulls the largest one out from its shelf. The lip of it ripples like waves, pristine embellishments in the shapes of tiny squids swimming through the edges. She holds it tightly for a moment, feeling the weight of the object in her hand. It sits heavily, large enough to serve a full dozen people, if not more. 

Then, with no fanfare, Pearl lets her palms go slack, and watches as the bowl tumbles helplessly out of her grasp. It makes contact with the floor in an instant, spraying shards of glass in every direction across the formerly pristine tile.

And Pearl feels satisfied, for a moment. She always hated that bowl anyway.

Everything hits like a rush, and suddenly she’s reaching for the next bowl. Smaller now, some sort of floral pattern etched into it. She’d never taken the time to really admire it before. When would she have had the chance?

Pearl takes a breath and then screams. Loud and violent, she can feel her throat burning as the sound waves reverberate. 

Now there’s nothing but a pile of shards in her hand.

Again, she’s thinking, and now she’s grabbing with intent.

Cuz’ none of this junk matters!

It’s all useless. It doesn’t matter what she tries to drag in of herself, it’s all drowned out by monochrome. It doesn’t matter how many windows she shatters, inevitably everything is reinforced to hell and back. Nothing breaks anymore, not unless Pearl breaks it herself.

And breaks it again. She’ll break the pieces into pieces and the shards into dust. Because it doesn’t matter. This might be her house but no one lives here. No one will miss any of this.

Pearl feels good, snapping the delicate base off a trifle bowl. Now she’s controlling it, she’s not some child who doesn’t know her own strength. She knows it well, intimately by now. How every molecule of her vibrates just wrong, abrasively loud and violent and destructive no matter what she did.

She’s on a roll, the cabinet of fancy bowls is thoroughly destroyed. Onto the next then! The next club, the next band, the next act until something changes.

Pearl smashes every plate she owns. One by one, throwing them to the ground, or against the wall, or snapping them, or just screaming loud and rough and hard, until they crumble in her hand. She screams the most.

Like it’s her fault she looks best in the spotlight.

(A porcelain gravy boat embraces the floor quickly and violently.)

Like she wanted to blow out another club’s speakers. 

(Champagne flutes shatter against each other, stems turned to jagged spikes.)

Didn’t they get it? Weren’t they supposed to be the few people who understood?

(The antique teapot is unrecognizable, once painted with ancient jellyfish, now only pieces without a purpose.)

Even with all those people staring at her, hearing her scream and sing.

(There’s so much glass and porcelain on the floor it’s nearly a beach, sand made of shards.)

There’s not one of them who’s really looking at her. Not one.

Pearl hops down off the counter, crushing what little fragments survived with the weight of her boots.

Her band sings behind her— sang, now— but she might as well have always been alone. And no matter what, she swears, Pearl doesn’t care. It’s all the same anyway. A bunch of posers who just wanted to coast off her voice but couldn’t handle the real kick.

They didn’t deserve her to begin with!

...It’s hard for Pearl to believe that, no matter how much she wants to, when she’s practically ankle deep in the shards she’s made. 

There is not one piece of unbroken dishware left in the house. The cabinets are entirely empty. Pearl feels worse than ever. Looking down at the shattered remains of plates and bowls, she nudges the broken handle of a teacup with the tip of her boot. Faintly, it clatters against the other pieces. Pearl surveys the carnage, a fortune’s worth of wealth and years lying in wait to be used properly, and she had destroyed all of it in less than an hour.

Finally, with all the weight of her chest, Pearl wails.

Long and hard. Messy and painful and unbearably loud. The windows rattle, and the fridge shakes, and the pieces of glass and porcelain vibrate against each other. But that’s all, no one hears, nothing else breaks. There’s nothing left to break. As her voice gives out, the crackle of her hair dims, and the spark is gone. That’s it.

Just Pearl, the mess she’s made, and a painfully colourless house.

Pearl sighs, scrubbing the smudged make up off her face with the back of her sleeve. 

Time to find a broom.

[Ending]