Ok! Here’s what I’ve written in my notes about so far!
Ghost (Sploon inkling Oc)
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Ink color: white, but if any other color it’s a really pale version of that color.
Gear: Eminence cuff with king face mask, navy eminence jacket, the ripped leggings, navy enperrials.
Weapons: Enperry splat duelies, but he only uses one cuz he has this dope ahh albino peacock fan that has his ink in it to distract his opponents.
(He also has his own move (like vintage but not?) where he sneaks up on his opponent and makes his ink and eyes pulse with different colors to to distract them (think kinda like how shein from king fu panda 2 fights) he uses the fan to distract them too! (I’m still working on how it works but whatever lol)
Personality: Slight deadpan, prefers not to talk but will if comfortable. Confident in himself, is slightly allergic to cats, has a big appetite but is a polite eater.
Likes: Super soft clothes or textures, likes sweet, savory, sour and spicy foods, quiet places or people.
Dislikes: rough clothes or textures, super slimy foods🤢, super loud spaces or people (doesn’t mind his team being loud, as long as they’re not too loud).
Height: 4’7 feet tall.
Rank: Just above an S+
He’s defeated most of the s4 (He actively avoided skull), team green (cuz they were cocky), team yellow, team dark green and multiple other teams that aren’t notable in any way lol
He basically lives with his team in an abandoned turf war map and does fun, simple activities in private.
(Im still working on his team but ya know🤷)
If you have any questions about him, I’d be happy to answer them!☺️
Then I shall rest, I shall rest down with our boy Jack
When my body is lost and broken
Well, then boys, you fight for me!
And when the Red Rose, it comes a-marching
Then we will fight, we will fight, fight for our boy Jack!
Oh when the Red Rose, it comes a-marching
Spit in the face of history!"
Our Boy Jack by The Mechanisms.
Very much thinking about the Apollo cabin using Lee and later Michael as a kinda point to cling to why in battle in the same way the Hephaestus cabin did with Beckendorf. A reason to keep fighting. :3
The Apollo cabin is so interesting, Michael is such a complex character and he was hardly in half a book 😭
In more ways then one, Rick literally didn't bring him up until the very end and we don't even get reactions from other campers and Head Counselors. Annabeth wasn't there when Michael fell, how did she react??
We don't see Clarisse's reaction, or even one of the Stolls. Will isn't even fully said to have stepped up to take charge until we find out he's head counselor in tlh.
Like he's the only Apollo kid Percy actually notices by name especially afterwards so it's hinted but you could easily just say it's because he was the one that took care of Annabeth.
He expects some pretty obedient little thing in every aspect of life and... ahahahaha. Poor Tetta bit off way more than he could chew with me. He had this big stupid orchestrated plan to make me "his" and I was just like... wtf is wrong with you. No.
I just straight up turned him down for the longest time.
HE WAS SUCH A HANDFUL AT THE START. "You're mine so you'll do what I say." 🙄
But now? It's a compromise. I'm the perfect, obedient little wife on his arm or in his lap in public. And in private? He absolutely worships me ♡
i’m rewatching The Office (US) for the gajillionth time but it’s the first time my husband (!!!!!!!!!!) is watching it and it’s like watching it for the first time all over again
taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.