Birdbeak Dogfish, with the rise of fisheries, are being consumed at higher rates😓. It has been found to be a good source of minerals, such as potassium and sodium. However, there have been health risks associated with frequent consumption of female dogfish.
Finally designed all the members of those holiday Splatbands I came up with before~
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Cyan (Octoling): Lead singer, songwriter, and sole stage performer, with seemingly limitless energy. Functioning alcoholic, which makes her a bit emotionally unstable. As the face of the group, she is often simply called ‘Marine Snow’ by casual fans who don’t know her name.
Alice (Birdbeak dogfish): Cyan’s manager, who also helps with backup vocals and songwriting occasionally. Feels motherly towards Cyan, always trying to make sure she eats and shows up for rehearsals.
Sky (Sea urchin): Composer, hired by Alice. Very professional and emotionally detached from the other two; basically just here for the money. She considers Cyan her ‘muse’, however, and believes her work for M4R1N3SN.0 is her best yet.
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OSEDAX (Halloween lobster): Vocalist, bassist, and lead composer. Soft-spoken yet very blunt, to the point of garnering a reputation for cruelty. In reality, he’s simply emotionally honest, and can be genuinely sweet under the right circumstances. Absentminded, and gets lost easily.
Eunice (Ping-pong tree sponge): Guitarist, with a vicious personality. Extremely protective of her friends, ‘cursing’ anyone who slights them with some unknown form of witchcraft. Often gets into fights with Alvin (and Cyan, when she’s around).
The Late Atdabanian Fossil Known from the Lagerstätte (Salmonid): Drummer. Tried and failed to join a traditional band with other Salmonids back home, and reluctantly turned to inkfish society for a chance to follow their dreams. Hides in Mudmouth form so none of their friends or family will recognize them. Simply called ‘Fossil’ by the other members.
Alvin (Horseshoe crab): Keyboard/synth and assistant composer. Prickly and rude to everyone except OSEDAX (who he only insults under his breath) and his beloved wife and children. Very passionate about the band’s spooky aesthetic.
Alitta (Super Sea Snail): Vocalist, recruited on the spot when OSEDAX heard her shrieking in fear of being eaten, and decided to rescue her. Since then, she’s been deeply in love with ‘her prince’, although it’s not something she will readily admit to. A hard worker who enjoys being part of the band, and is well-liked by the other members.
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Voiced by Rhys Darby (Golden Goby), Tim Hope (Birdbeak Burrfish), Julian Barratt (Black Sea Goby), Jessica Barden (Birdbeak Burrfish, Red-spotted Blenny, Thornback Cowfish), and Adrian Bliss (Axolotl)
Source: On The Edge and more information on the animals here
Birdbeak burrfish from Marcus Elesier Bloch’s Ichthyologie ou, Histoire naturelle des poissons. Berlin 1796.
Source: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library (online via Biodiversity Heritage Library: https://www.biodiversitylibrary.org/item/26748).
Seeing as I just made a post about how people should make more non-'ling OCs, I figured it might be a good idea to make a list of all the various species included so far in Splatoon!
All species with only a few members are listed with those examples next to them, including where they're from. This is so it's easier to look them up and find examples of the species on Inkipedia, so you can get a guide faster :p
Clownfish (hover around anemones - Moe [Cooler Heads], Harmony's Clownfish [Hotlantis, Chirpy Chips])
Emporer Shrimp (similar to clownfish but with different species - Craymond [Headspace])(Great) Zapfish (energy resource)
Cat (only Judd and Lil Judd)
Bear (only Mr. Grizz)
Bird (various)
Butterfly
Nudibranch
Turtles (mentioned)
Eel (Frye's eels)
Human (extinct)
Dog (extinct)
Sunken Scrolls
(my apologies, but this part will look different. The above was made in my notes app and copy pasted, while this is added in edit)
Airborne Microbes (Sunken Scroll 14, Splatoon 2)
Clams (Clam mochi mentioned in Sunken Scroll 1, Splatoon 3. Also the dead clam graffiti)
Plankton (mentioned in Sunken Scroll 12, Splatoon 3)
Pond Snail (okay technically I should've included it in the Band and Shops section, but I can't edit it now. Nails, Naut Couture/Sunken Scroll 13, Splatoon 3)
Once we finally get information about the members of C-Side, Damp Socks, etc., I'll be sure to update this properly. Until then.
if ur favourite books were sharks what sharks would they be?
ooh this is kinda hard but i will try. so we have
frankenstein by mary shelley - i think would be a great white. the whole misunderstood, actually super intelligent and lovely NOT a grotesque killing machine thing. i say this both bc of how frankensteins monster is misunderstood this way in the book and bc i have seen far too many people misinterpret the book as a whole.
the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde - funny thing about this is there is a shark species called dorian grey. it has many names, it’s much more commonly known as a birdbeak dogfish. i really don’t know why it’s sometimes called a dorian grey it really doesn’t seem like it fits.
but anyway i think this book would probably be a blacktip reef shark bc they’re absolutely beautiful. they’re considered to be mostly harmless but very curious. they will become aggressive if provoked tho like if a human enters their territory or when it comes to food. the picture of dorian grey is about a boy who is lovely and innocent but his curious nature allows him to be manipulated so easily and he hurts people.
the secret history by donna tartt - pacific sleeper shark. it was thought for a long time that these sharks were quiet, slow, bottom dwellers which is how they got their name BUT it was found that they actually spend very little time on the bottom, instead they move around the water continuously. they are stealthy hunters of some very fast moving prey. they appear to be very sluggish when pulled out of the water because they don’t thrash around, they just hang there like they’re dead. the secret history is all unreliable narrator and group that appears one way and then behaves another so fitting i think
Brian 'Curly' Costigan briefed Peter 'Sparti' Stroganoff in a seeming boiler room, well-lit, though lined with pipes and machines that were blocked off by corrugated fences and gates. "We're on a super stealth mission here, so guess what we'll be using," suggested Curly.
"Silencers?" Asked Sparti.
Curly enthused, "Silenced— shotguns."
Sparti said, "There are quieter weapons, I imagine, but okay."
"The enemies are in front of us about twenty meters from here," Brian proclaimed loudly.
"Twenty me— twenty meters? That's like," Sparti began, quieting his voice to a forced whisper. He continued, "Right— in front of us, on the other side of this wall. Does Birdbeak even know?— what we're— doing here? Isn't he creating all of this with his brain?"
"Load up!" Curly yelled, his voice echoing down the brick walled hallway. He cocked his shotgun, and it reverberated for over half a minute.
Sparti was trying not to laugh, snickering in place, crouched next to the wall around the corner from the hallway.
"SHUT UP!" Curly demanded.
Sparti held his breath and gulped.
A voice from down the hall, African dialect, resonated, "Who's there? I can hear you! Hey, get in there and check out who that is!"
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Sparti had a disappointed, grey look upon his face, as though his life had slipped through a crack. He wasn't able to feel secure due to all of Curly's yelling, though he couldn't take any of it seriously, either. Only the possible dangers stood.
"Hey you!" Yelled another voice in the hallway.
"Me?!" Curly spat back. He turned to Sparti and gave a soundless, giddy laugh.
The voice repeated, "You! Over there, yeah you!"
"What?!" Curly shouted.
"What are you doing?!" Shouted the voice.
Curly stood up from being crouched, lost his footing for a moment, then pulled his shotgun up to firing position. He told the voice, "Nothing. I'm completely at peace, brother, with myself and the situation."
"What do you mean?" Asked the voice, still African.
Curly brandished his shotgun, then inserted a shell, creating one of the loudest sounds he could have. "Here, look!"
Curly then suddenly ran around the corner with his shotgun, cocked it again, wasting a shell of course, and then stared at the threat.
The threat was a man dressed in arctic camouflage and a red beret. "What are you doing in here?"
"What are you doing in here?" Spat Curly.
"No, I ask the questions. What are you here for?"
"I was sent, on a mission, to infiltrate your compound!" Curly explained innocently.
Sparti was sitting there in place, sweating. He had no idea what to do nor where to go.
oh, with you? the rain in our hair and the mist coming down over the rest of the city. everyone else was asleep. you looked at me through your lashes and asked do you think i'm pretty?
do i ever think anything, around you. us listening to fleetwood mac on repeat, sitting on your floor, high out of our minds, while i told you things i'd never told anyone before. i laughed more with you. read you my writing in a voice like i knew what i was doing.
miles says i always rush into things with a hope and a wish like the world is tinder and i'm an arsonist. he says he thinks if the trap was around my wrist: rather than biting it off i'd write a poem about it.
miles says you cried and a diamond grew. he says your legs are piercing the soft loam underfoot. i want to wear your name in a band around my birdbeak. you think of yourself as a creature of dark sinew, all bleeding edges. all mourning, all ache that goes right-through.
i keep feeling the futures you had to bury. how many lie beneath us even now, their soft keening mewl. you hide your loss because nobody would love me, if they knew. i tell you i can read the stars and palms and four languages (five if you count latin) and the subway maps and roadway signs and the concentration of dew.
but somehow. for some reason. can't get quite a bead on you