#Coral (Agent 4)

[stupid-puppycat]

[nightcorecarseatheadrest]

“Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else.” - Angie Sijun Lou

[breadstarr]

AHHHH I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY

Anyways, Happy 4/3 (or 3/4 as it's usually called) day!! I love these two and this ship with all of my heart so I had to make a piece for it!! <3

[salt-pile]

“May I have you hold onto something real quick?”

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I decided to draw my versions of Agent 4 and Agent 8, Coral and Lila, enjoying a stroll out in the rain. I hope you guys enjoy this drawing!

[gingergari]

(mostly) gay inkfish upon ye

happy pride everyone

[dragon-bat-2]

The first one is my OC with a friend's they have no socials but their OC's name is Slushi the other two are my agents 4 and 3. The agents are both trans

I'm not used to drawing couple poses but happy with how they turned out.

[snailvibes]

Also thinking about the fact that I accidentally maybe foreshadowed Maya getting coral corrupted or whatever we wanna call it LMAO

as already established she used to live in a place called Coralstick Bay which even though I’ve never gone into detail about it, in my head Cus I’ve thought about it a lot, it’s called that because the seaside town’s known for being the closest to a coral reef which makes it an easy tourist attraction for boat rides and site seeing to see the coral. (But the town itself only cares about the money from the tourism so it doesn’t really lean into the theming and is more plain and dreary with the only reason most people visit is just the coral)

[malicious-spectrum]

Sploon OC Dump! (Agent Edition)

This is Bleach! On her way to Inkopolis Tower, he saw this creepy old guy (the first game’s nickname, not mine) peeking out of a grate, &&&& their curiosity killed the catfish & followed. Thus becoming Agent (Eventually Captain) 3. They can seem a bit distant & uncaring at first,, but Bleach tries his best to keep everyone safe & sound.

Rail is Rail. I never really fleshed him out bc there isn’t much canon Agent 4 content (Side Order PLEASE) but basically, all he wanted was Marie’s autograph & stayed bc “OOH MY INK’S SPARKLY NOW”.

I do actually have a Splatoon 3 OC rewrite where Rail & Ori (next OC) are also in Alterna, allowing Coral (oc after Ori) to get all the parts quicker.

This is Oriiiii she’s one of my faaaves. She’s non-verbal autistic & her special interests are Splatfests. Ori, unfortunately, didn’t manage to grab all the Mem-cakes so her memory IS a bit fuzzy…

Coral is Bleach’s sibling… Zey’re also a famous influencer & didn’t tell Bleach that for some reason. So yeah, those two totally have issues to work out. The funny thing is, the reason zey became an Agent is exactly the same as her’s. So that’s at least one thing they have in common.

Anyways those are the main Splatoon sillies (I have more) so expect me to post about them. :)

Reblogs > Likes! (Especially for art!)

[cottage-squ1d]

all of the icons compiled (except goldie since it goes past the limit. woops. sorry goldie.)

[kiiros-paint-bucket]

guh … side order art mostly based on my rewrite of it

sometimes u gotta take a nap with ur soon-to-be qpp on ground-up bleached coral because youre both exhausted from having to save ur home city for like the third time ,,,

(reblogs > likes, also my agent 8 uses they/them and my agent 4 uses he/him)

[justanothersquidblog]

what are the meaning of the face markings in your donuthole video?

Great question! Now there's 16 face markings in total so I'll keep my explanations pretty simple! And if you haven't yet, watch the MV I made that these frames are from here!

OG Agent 3;

X; I was thinking of both the end of games with the caution tape going across the screen.

Eye Splatter; the sanitized scar people often draw 3 with

Whiskers and Nose; I was thinking of Judd!

Tears; I wanted to give the impressive of eyebags and tears. I was thinking about how often we make Agent 3 such a tired figure.

Neo Agent 3;

Scales; I was thinking of their connection with salmonids

Eyebags; Its a fusion of OG's X and eyebags markings!

Bear; It's Mr Grizz!

Streaks; I was thinking of cage bars, thinking of bandit stuff

Agent 4;

Blush; I was thinking of dolls and how 4 can be used so flexibly for ocs

Teeth; I was thinking about how they're often portrayed as the funny/dumb type of character, I thought of clowns

Heart; I just wanted to give em a heart ;;; they deserve love;;

Shades; I THINK WE KNOW WHY I PUT SHADES THERE.

Agent 8;

Drip: I was thinking of the sanitized ooze 8 faced in the metros

Stars: I was thinking of both Pearl and Marina's beauty marks and Pearl's eye stars

Mask; I was thinking of the rival octoling goggles

Coral; I was thinking of the bleached coral in side order

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Detour 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Thor

Summary: You find yourself stranded in a small village.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The wine coats your empty stomach sourly. You mourn the forgotten protein bars in your glove compartment. You suppose ten minutes can’t hurt. You prefer the brief venture to the headache nipping at the base of your skull.

You take the room keys with you and slip into the hallway. Without that big lug to distract you, you can’t help but admire the decor. It isn’t entirely outdated. Your heels click along and you turn at the top of the stairs, looking down on the airy lobby.

You descend, a hand on the railing, and recall the directions issued by the front desk agent. You glance over as she smiles and flutters her fingertips at you. You spin and march past the lion statues, the savoury aroma of food drawing you in.

It isn’t what you expect. At the most, you thought it would be some steaming buffet where you could scoop up what you want and retreat to your bedroom. Instead, there’s a long table set with plates, glasses, and the full breadth of cutlery. There’s no one else there.

There’s a sign in delicate calligraphy; Take a seat. You peer around and strut along the table, claiming a tall-backed chair from the bunch. Before you, there’s a printed menu. Beside each course is listed a time. You check your golden watch; you’re early.

You instinctively reach for your phone before retracting your hand. It’s next to useless here where the reception wavers in and out. Even on the hotel’s network, you can’t get a proper signal.

“Excuse me, miss,” a dulcet drawl interrupts your inner griping, “would you like some wine?”

You look at the man, buoyant in a white jacket and gloves; like a pig in a suit. You look at the bottle in his hands. It isn’t inexpensive. And it’s red. 

“Thank you,” you tap the base of the glass by your plate. He pours and takes a step back, “I’m Gavin, if you need anything else. Dinner’s almost ready.”

You nod and stare at him until he fidgets. He walks away and you reach for the glass. You taste the nearly black wine and give it a swirl. You admire the dregs sticking to the crystal. 

“Ah,” a birdlike tweet carries across the room and you look over at the new arrival. A woman in beige and pearls. Her golden hair is silver at the roots and her lips are painted coral, “you must be the guest.”

She claims the seat next to you, of the dozens lined on either side. You sit up stiffly and put the glass down before you succumb to the urge to empty it. She’s unexpectedly elegant as she crosses one leg over the other. She signals in the air and Gavin appears to fill her glass in kind.

“Welcome to Hammer Ford,” she trills, “how are you like it, dear?”

You look her up and down. She has an aristocratic air to her. You exhale and turn your head straight.

“Passing through,” you answer.

“Yes, my son mentioned you had some car troubles,” she tuts, “not to worry, Vol is a saviour.”

You try not to cringe and plant your elbow on the armrest. Your stomach rumbles as if to drown out your doubts. You need to eat. You’ll have the appetizer and retreat.

“Frigga,” she offers her name and a lithe hand, “I believe my son, Thor, helped you with your bags.”

You face her and reticently pronounce your name, giving a quick squeeze of her hand. She seems to mean well. You can assume these backwoods people have a rather keen sense of etiquette.

“He didn’t lie, you’re very pretty. I adore that necklace,” she praises and touches your sleeve, “is this Chanel?”

“Givenchy,” you correct her.

“Oh yes, I have a few handbags,” she chimes.

You squint at her. She does share the same fair colouring with that brute but you fail to see any further similarity.

“That was your son?”

“Ah, the eldest, yes,” she grins, “my other one may be slinking around. He takes after his father.”

You nod and look at your empty plate. Your stomach gives an unattractive grumble and you rub it lightly. 

“Oh my, you must be starving, you’ve had a long day I’m sure,” she gestures again, “why wait? I’m sure the rest will be late.”

Gavin rushes out and you flinch. There’s something eerie about it all. So refined and precise. In a village like this. As if the palatial hotel was plucked out of a different time and place.

“The crab is fresh,” Frigga offers as she glances down at the menu, “our chef makes fabulous cakes.”

You nod as if you care. You will eat anything at this point. Were it an option, you’d gladly take a Big Mac to go. You’d prefer the greasy mess if it promised privacy.

“Mother,” the booming voice jars you and you bite down on your cheek.

Thor strolls in as your lips seal in a tight line. Is there anything this man does that isn’t entirely irritating? He nears the table across from you and drags out the chair, the feet scraping loudly.

“I see you’ve met our guest,” he proclaims as he drops unceremoniously into the seat, the frame creaking dangerously beneath his weight, “ma’am, I must say, this light looks well on you.”

You merely stare at him. He isn’t as charming as he thinks. You’re certain the country girls, like the one behind the desk, find him rather endearing but you can hardly bear the sight of him. 

“She is so lovely,” Frigga chirps, “and just as gorgeous as you mentioned.”

You grab the glass of wine. They are so stupid. What are they expecting, you to gobble up their redundant compliments eagerly? You put yourself together in a very particular way and you know it. You don’t need their bumpkin reassurance.

“Ma’am,” Thor tilts his head coyly, “how do you like your suite?”

“It is adequate,” you answer dully.

He laughs, thoroughly amused. 

“Where did you put her? Not in Isaz, I hope?”

“Berkano,” Thor corrects.

“Oh, yes, lovely,” Frigga says, “I’m certain you’ll love it, darling.”

You hum and empty the glass. It swishes in your stomach with the first you had up in the room. If you don’t eat soon, you might just vomit from their boorish company.

[salt-pile]

It’s 4/4 Day, my dudes.

[seffien]

Coralyzed Agent 4

(if you want to understand what a coralyzed anything is, read my post about coralysis. this was supposed to be the first thing i posted about coralysis, but i figured i'd introduce coralysis and then post this. insp is here. warning for body horror)

so. what if agent 4 pulled an agent 3 (OE, not splat 3) and got brainwashed, but by the coral in side order? well...

4's sclera are black, and their pupils are white.

they don't look scared or angry or anything like that. they're completely neutral.

coral has grown over their eyes and almost into them, but 8 frees them from their semi-coralysis just in time.

their ink behaves like ink at first, but when it reaches someone or something, it hardens. getting hit by this would cause 8 to move slower until the coral-ink stuff breaks off.

4 is starting to grow bones. they're very primitive and weak, but still!

they can contort their body in all sorts of awful ways, and yes, cracking can be heard.

coral has wrapped around their arms, legs, and torso, and while this should slow them down, the coral gains power once it's got a host.

4 is extremely cold, and anything they touch becomes cold too.

after a bit of fighting, they coat themselves in the coral-ink and become a stronger, faster, ink and coral-based monster. coral is growing off of every part of them.

the coral is sharp, of course, so if 4 were to charge at 8 and 8 failed to dodge...yeah.

after 8 snaps 4 out of this, the coral dissipates. a horrible crack is heard when 4 lands on the ground. luckily, it's not long before they regain their body heat, ink color, body structure, and regular eye color.

[vault580]

POV Agent 8 is about to kiss Agent 4, pixel edition!! Perler Fanart of Coral for @pearlythemc!!!

My first real post! loviwrjs

[alisterghoulz]

guys I made ocs that aren't just Pokémon oc's!!!

this is Reif (IGNORE THE SHADOW OMFG) (AND HER HAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE WHITE WHY DID I SHADE IT IN)

she's a idol :3 and she's like uhh replacing Callie in my au

her shirt is white and her skirt is black sorta like a school uniform like Callie she has pink tights

her tentacles are the same colours as Callie's tentacles

the tie that looks like a tentacle but isn't a tentacle looks like Coral's

she's basically the same as Callie personality wise but instead of a roller main she's a blaster main and obviously her appearance is different

she's rlly nice to the agents and like a cool aunt to them :3

despite replacing Callie she doesn't lose the final splatfest she wins and becomes like more recognised than before

and uh this is Coral she replaces Marie

she's the same as Marie personality wise and she's still a charger main she just looks different

her outfit is basically the same as Reif's but just with like those uniform shirts with long sleeves but rolled up and has green tights like Marie

her tentacles are the same colour as Marie's and her tie is the same colour as Coral's tentacles

she's sort of strict on the agents but also in like a nice way(?) like she pushes you hard because she knows what your capable of

After losing the final splatfest she grew bitter and sour due to not getting as popular (she was still pretty popular but just not as much as Reif) as her younger sister this brought her to join DJ Octavio when he approached here

After agent 4 saved her from being hyponotised she reconnected with her sister again and started taking up small acting jobs and slowly got more well know and getting used to being back in the spot light and to not be a little brat

UHHH YEAH‼️‼️‼️ they're still called the squid sisters because I cba to come up with something else