I’d LOVE to see any of your lyrics but…. calamari Inkantation pls? 🥺 👉👈
Ok once again... THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST, ANON 💖💖💖💖💖 I've been writing lyrics for Splatoon songs sonce literally 2016, it's only just recently that I've wanted to turn it into a larger project and record the lyrics I've made to make covers! Now then, Calamari Inkantation is one that I finished recently and it was actually a rather challenging one for me. While I'm not sure if I'm 100% satisfied with it and I may rework things here and there, it has a lot that I really like! Without further ado, below the cut here is my lyrics for Calamari Inkantation uwu
Can
You feel
It now
The rhythm of the sea
In you
Channeling through our song
We drum
The beat
Our voices give our blessing
And our hearts beat as one to the old Calamari Inkantation
Born of the foam
We rose, we rose
The might of the sea flows deep within our ink
And until the day that the ocean reclaims her children
On this holy land we reign, reign, reign
Now
When we
Unite
And harmonize
The sea takes hold
We feel it in our soul
We crash, we sway
We ebb and flow like the waves and we move here as one, giving honor to our old mother, so
Can
You feel
It now
The rhythm of the sea
In you
Channeling through our song
We drum
The beat
Our voices give our blessing
And our hearts beat as one to the old Calamari Inkantation
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Shidou Ryusei & @kweenkatsuki
How you meet.
You were raging, livid. Looking down at your white shirt that was now stained with beer thanks to the asshole that had thrown his beer across the crowd. Who the fuck does that anyway when it’s such an exorbitant price for a pint?
And the worst thing about it was you saw it happen in slow motion, the guy taking a large swig of the drink before throwing it across the crowd. You were just glad it didn’t hit your braids.
Cutting through the crowd of people you made your way towards him, festival goers seemingly able to tell how irate you were as they parted for you like the Red Sea.
“What the fuck was that, asshole?” You jabbed a manicured hand into the centre of his chest as he stopped laughing long enough to look down at you, his lips curling into a crude smirk when he noticed that your once-white shirt was now practically see-through.
“Shit, I got perfect fucking aim huh?” He wasn’t apologetic in the slightest as he stared down at you with pink eyes full of mischief.
“You owe me a new shirt.”
“Yeah? Well it looks like you owe me a drink, princess.”
“Are you fucking kidding? You’re the one that threw it!”
“Don’t be like that, pretty.” He almost cooed, leaning down so he was eye level to you, “You’d look better without the shirt anyway, I was doing you a favour— cooling you down.”
“You’re lucky it didn’t get in my hair, or you’d be dead right now.”
“Ah shit, I love a woman who talks dirty to me.”
This guy was not fucking serious. You were tempted to pay for a new drink, just to throw it over him in retaliation when the band that you’d really wanted to see came on. Growling in frustration as you tried to let it not ruin your day, even though you were sticky and reeked of beer. Making your way back to your friends as you danced and sang together.
When the act was over Shidou made his way towards you as the crowd was beginning to disperse, a fresh beer in hand.
“Peace offering,” Shidou held it out to you, “Pretty girls shouldn’t be frowning.”
“What? You gonna throw that over me too?” You scoffed.
“As much as it would give me a hard on, no.” He smirked.
“You still owe me a new shirt,” You glared, but you still took the drink out of his hands. Taking a sip of it, the cool liquid a relief in the blistering heat.
“Okay,” He shrugged, the same cocky smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Exposing his toned chest to the warm sun, nipple piercings glinting as he deliberately flexed— holding the shirt out to you.
“But I still think you look better with your tits out.”
You should’ve been disgusted with yourself really, letting this man pin you against a wall in a secluded corner of the festival even after his crude tongue. Thick digits not even bothering to unbutton your denim shorts as they snuck beneath the crotch, bullying your clit as he pressed searing kisses against your throat. But, if this is what he could do with his fingers, you wondered what he could do with that tongue—
Shidou manages to get your number, and like the pathetic loser in love that he isn’t doesn’t even wait until the next day to call. You end up texting back and forth while you’re in your hotel room that night while he asks what hotel you’re staying in.
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