#and i love this fest <3

[disgruntledkittenface]

snippet <3

thank you @louisandtheaquarian for tagging me lately! I thought of an idea for Femslash Festuary @girldirectionfest last weekend, and I've been working on it bit by bit this week:

Louis is perfectly content. It’s the end of a long week, she’s cozy on the couch in her favorite sweats, and she has a lapful of girlfriend. They’ve been making out for awhile now, their movements lazy and slow. Harry’s hands are in Louis’ hair as they kiss, her fingertips running over Louis’ freshly buzzed undercut. If it were up to Louis, they would stay right here for the rest of the night. But Harry whines, the sound muffled against Louis’ lips as she squirms in her lap. It doesn’t surprise Louis; Harry always wants more. What does surprise her is Harry’s reaction to the playful smack Louis gives her ass, her usual response to Harry’s antics. Harry pulls away, throwing her head back and moaning. Loudly.  Louis rests her head against the couch cushion, admiring her love. Harry’s eyes are closed and her chest heaves, her hard nipples showing through the thin white material of the tank top she’d stolen from Louis. “A bit worked up, baby?” Louis asks, running her hands along Harry’s sides. She can’t help laughing as Harry looks down, blinking slowly. “What’s gotten into you?” Harry shuffles back and stands up, almost falling in the process. She pouts when Louis laughs again, turning her back to her. Louis is just about to protest that she wasn’t trying to be mean, it’s just funny when Harry is a little clumsy, but then Harry’s hands drop to the waistband of her gray joggers. She looks at Louis over her shoulder, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she pushes the material down. Louis’ eyes trace the movement and she can feel them widen when she sees what Harry had been hiding underneath them: red panties with a ruffle trim surrounding the heart-shaped cutout over her ass. The bright red contrasts beautifully with Harry’s pale skin, and there’s a thin ribbon covering her crack. It’s all Louis can do not to bite it. But she remains still on the couch, taking a few calming breaths before she reacts. They’ve been playing together for so long that their roles are like second nature to them.  “A few days early, isn’t it, baby?” Louis shakes her head, making a tsk sound. “Valentine’s Day is next week.” “I know,” Harry says, clasping her hands behind her back. She points a toe, dragging it along the floor. “But look what came in the mail.” Louis follows the jerk of Harry’s chin toward the coffee table, where a thin, nondescript package is laying next to Harry’s pink Stanley cup.

I'll tag @homosociallyyours @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @crinkle-eyed-boo @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf

[spiderzlover]

Splatfest announcement but make it sad💧

[moonkhao]

POND NARAVIT & PHUWIN TANGSAKYUEN Love Out Loud Fan Fest D1 (May 18th, 2024)

[risenajax]

i get weirdly emotional about the wordless acts of kindness in splatoon matches. a salmon run teammate using their last seconds before they die and the last of their ink tank to throw a bomb at you so you can keep the round going. a dualies rolling in on a fight you're clearly about to lose but they trade the opponent for you. a teammate guarding an eliter when an opponent is using a zipcaster. standing over your teammate to revive them even though the round has ended. squid parties after one team gets a disconnect. using a team-wide money boost ticket on strangers. it's the little things

[luckyfrog]

team love alumni join newcomer big man in exclusive interview - can love conquer all? 💘

[frye-fan3]

First off, FRYE HAS SIBLINGS?!

I like to think that Frye has a really big family, I hope we hear more about them in her dialogues but I wouldn't bet on it. :,)

SECONDLY!:

GIVE BIG MAN A BREAK, poor guy! 😭

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!:

Just gonna leave this here :)

[lyxchen]

Reggie is a hugger and after the Orpheum he can finally hug his bestie <333

It's @jatpfebfanfest day and I made something for @ace----ofspades <3 I hope you like it :3

[pcktknife]

when u respawn at base during splatfest and the tryhard vanilla defender come out to team wipe y'all from the most ridiculous spot sweaty and dusty af w dry lips no money and no future

[persephoneflouwers]

TUCA TUCA (ILIKEYOUILIKEYOUILIKEYOU) by persephoneflouwers

Words: 4.9K || Explicit || Completed. Written for the @bottom-harry-ficfest ✨ prompt#85

The getaway in San Francisco AU, where Harry is needy and Louis has a flight to LA in a few hours.

🎵 Listen to the song here

🎥 Watch their silly dance here

______________ READ NOW ON AO3 _____________

[bitter--boxx]

frosty fest frye ❄❄

[puppianqueen]

happy 9th to splatoon yayyyyy

[spiderzlover]

Side Order cut 👾👾

Based on Splatfest results

[moonkhao]

JOONG ARCHEN & DUNK NATACHAI Love Out Loud Fan Fest D2 (May 19th, 2024)

[kinokoshoujoart]

[lemony-snickers]

Kakashixgn!reader and 37 for the kissing prompt? (I can't decide if it's better if he's the one being made jealous or if kissing him to make someone else jealous is better, so I'll leave that to your discretion) love your work and I hope the Friday boredom isn't too dreary 💚

Kakashi drummed his fingers on the table as he watched you order. Across the bar, your teeth flashed as you offered the bartender a bright smile as they leaned toward you conspiratorily.

He knew it shouldn't bother him half as much as it did, but there was little he could do about his reaction.

The feeling of mine that flashed through his mind was primal, animalistic, and he saw no use in fighting it.

You returned to the table a few minutes later, two drinks and a bowl of edamame in your hands.

"Sorry that took so long," you said as you slid back into your seat. "Bartender says they haven't been this busy in a while, if we want anything else, I can just order from the bar instead of waiting for a server."

"Mm," Kakashi said, reaching for his drink and pulling it closer, the fingers of his other hand still drumming on the table.

You flicked your eyes up to meet his. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, though even he knew it came out a little too petulantly. "I'm just hungry."

You sat back in your seat, smiling, now. "Why didn't you say so, I could have ordered you something."

He shrugged. "It's fine."

He had to stop drumming his fingers. Kakashi only managed to force himself to do so when he finally lifted them to pull his mask down, turning his face away from the busy interior of the room to take a sip from his drink.

He could feel someone's stare scraping over his nape like a razor, and his grip on his glass tightened.

Kakashi did his best to ignore the attention as he pulled his mask back over his nose and listened to you tell a terribly animated story about your day. He did love watching you get excited about something like this, the way your eyes glistened, your hands moved too quickly as you gestured your way through the tale.

It was almost enough for him to ignore the way the bartender was currently burning a hole through the side of his head from the force of their glare.

He grit his teeth and pretended it was a smile.

When you finished your story, Kakashi asked if you wanted anything to eat. Turned out you were just as hungry as he was, and despite his offer to put the order through instead, you leapt--perhaps, some less evolved remnant of his brain thought, a little too eagerly--out of your seat. "Don't worry," you said, patting his shoulder on your way toward the bar, "I already have a tab open."

Kakashi leaned back against his seat, closing his eye and taking a long breath before he peeled it back open and turned to find you and the bartender chatting amicably again.

He knew your vibrant energy attracted lots of people; it always had. It was part of what had attracted him to you, after all. And normally, Kakashi did not have the energy to indulge in feelings of jealousy or being threatened.

But for some reason, the way the bartender leaned into your space, so close Kakashi knew you must be able to taste the same air, he could not quell the possessive irritation curdling like sour milk in his stomach.

When you finally pulled away from your conversation with a friendly wave, the bartender slid their gaze from you to Kakashi.

The smirk they wore was enough for Kakashi to know exactly what he had to do.

As you made your way back to the table, Kakashi stood, blocking your path to your seat--and the path of anyone trying to get to one of the booths lining the front of the restaurant, but he didn't really care about decorum or politeness at the moment.

"Everything okay?" you asked, looking at him with a gentle, understanding smile. "We can gp if it's too crowded."

Leave it to you to think this was about Kakashi's perpetual discomfort in social situations. You were always so kind to everyone around you, it was no wonder the bartender had gotten the wrong idea.

No matter. Kakashi would be sure to set the record straight right now.

In one swift motion, Kakashi pulled his mask down and cupped your cheek with his other hand. You barely got the words, "What are--" before his lips slotted against yours hungrily.

Possessively. Mine, his brain reminded him.

He felt your hesitation melt away in half a moment as you relaxed against him, your lips pulling into a soft smile as you kissed him back, one hand grasping his shirt loosely.

Kakashi had never been a fan of public displays of affection, but the moment called for it and so even when his instincts told him that's enough, knock it off, he plunged forward--deepening the kiss with a push of his tongue that pulled a soft sound of pleasure from the back of your thraot, making his chest flutter.

By the time he pulled away, your lips were kiss-bruised, your breathing shallow. His, too.

He slipped his mask back in place as if nothing had happened. While you gathered yourself, Kakashi shot a look at the bartender, who was pretending very hard not to stare, wiping over the same filthy patch of the wooden bar with a dingy rag, stealing furtive glances at the two of you.

Kakashi smirked. Perfect. He planted one last cloth-covered kiss on your mouth for good measure.

"Do you want to take our order to go?" he asked, "I think I'm ready to head home."

You nodded, still a little obviously dumbstruck by his out of character behaviour. "Y-yeah," you said, "let me just close my tab."

He held up a palm to stop you. "Don't worry," he said, gesturing for you to sit back down, "I'll handle it. Be right back."

The frazzled demeanor of the bartender was nearly as satisfying as the way the taste of your lips lingered on Kakashi's. He licked them beneath his mask, savoring it.

More kisses certainly awaited once he got you home. He could already sense Genma smirking from halfway across the restaurant, ready to tease Kakashi over his extremely public makeout session the enxt time they interacted.

"Here you go," the bartender grumbled, handing Kakashi his takeout order. "Have a good night."

"Oh," he said, smiling knowingly, "I'm certain I will."

Whatever teasing he might have to endure in the future, it would be worth it. You always were.

[psudopod]

I'm not too surprised Fist Bump lost. Tri matters so much and we had so many mirrors. Even worse, when I got into mirrors there were a lot of people squid partying. This isn't how you win fests, guys. Yeah it sucks to get mirrors but you can't goof off over and over whenever it happens and expect to be sharp and win ready when you don't get a mirror.

Play to win every match or you're just playing to lose.