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leggyre · 2 years

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Can you tell us some stuff about your splatoon ocs?

OH BOY so ive been meaning to drop some stuff about them(even the oldest ones because they've got some updates boooi) but ive been too busy drawing squid and playing squid bideogame to write about squid do u get me

so UH ill use this as my excuse to do at least some rambling uwU (<- me before i wrote this whole fuckin thing) they're all around the same age (17-19) but their character arcs sorta start based on the game i made them for (does that make sense?)

i wanna get them all smth decent on toyhouse eventually but this will do for now lmao

okay so this post is long as hell its readmore time

so to start with the splat 1 crew who were around 14 when i first made them;

but first here's the post w most of them, for reference :-)

Fernanda is basically the focus point of everything that happens here. Definition of girlboss; she moves every plot point because she is bold and determined to reach her goals. Her main objective is the classic BECOME THE VERY BEST and for that she's constantly trying to assemble the perfect team; though the means to reach that goal are pretty flexible. She's pretty much feral in battle, and is what some might call a "tryhard" in-game. She does try very hard. Way too much sometimes.

-anyway the moment she became a legit kid who is a squid at 14 she started going to turf war bc it was always her passion. Additionally, the moment her Childhood Bestie(tm) Speckle reached the same age she dragged him too. Personally, he'd rather not get into that stuff because hes very timid and nervous and scared and- yeah, that- but he's willing to do it with a friend; specially Fernanda, whose secondary hobby is beating up people who are mean to him. Thats sorta how they met in the first place.

She is, however, very determined to teach him the ins and outs of turf war and challenge him to go out of his comfort zone. He likes using brushes because he's an artsy person, but since it's a mostly aggressive weapon type, Fernanda wants him in the frontlines with her. It's just strats guys she totally isn't also doing it just to spend more time with her friend :-) shhh

But he sorta sticks like glue and depends a lot on her for safety, which isn't really the best idea in her mind. SO to try to teach him to be more confident she eventually starts joining the opposing team instead.

Needless to say, Spec is terrified being in a team without her. Doesn't help that she's the enemy, either, even though she usually doesn't outright splat him when they eventually clash. She moreso tries to give him a lesson first. It doesn't work very well. And worse yet, at one point some annoying ass charger starts targeting her specifically whenever she gets close to the other side of the map.

...And that's Gabriel (but i just call him gabe) :) He sorta notices how this girl keeps going after the same guy over and over again and eventually went 'yeah okay thats enough' and just started giving Speckle some support. (wanna make a lil note here that this is based on an actual thing that happened to me in game; i ran out of ink in a fight and the team charger blasted them and we both went BOOYAH. ill never forget u bro)

So yeah spec being spec he glued onto gabe instead. fernanda was, indeed, very upset by this because not only she couldn't enforce her lessons anymore but also spec was just doing the thing she didn't want him keep doing in the first place. And dealing with gabe is like. very, very annoying. specially for her as a roller main. he's always camping at the same few spots and he pretty much always avoids confrontation of any kind; motherfucker just jumps back to spawn or to a teammate who's safe. He has not only an advantage in range, but also his aim is impeccable. it's terrible hes terrible

anyway spec, despite being timid, actually grows attached to people really fast. from then on, every time they spot gabe in the lobby he waves and invites him to join them. fernanda is very annoyed my this but eventually she actually forms some sorta friendly rivalry with him(instead of, ynow, her being motivated purely to kick his ass). she ends up inviting him to join her (to be) Perfect Team(tm) and they all start hanging out more and learning how to work as a group.

also theres this plot thread

its really just classic fluff n they end up dating like god intended

now there's like a big story gap here because, uh, it used to be some shared stuff with a friend but-- Yeah. im not sure what to do with that just yet. (..and its the big arc where fernanda has the most character development, strengthens her goals and improves herself. big gay shit too. bummer. 😔)

This gap extends all the way to the timeline of Splatoon 2, where they're all around 16

But lemme add some misc stuff that's happened since the first game tho; -Speckle has a new hobby, weapon customization! :-) he mostly does it for fun or for his friends, but occasionally someone comes up offering pay for it. he's not very confident about actually selling the stuff, but hey, he wasn't the one who asked for money. -Gabe learns to camp less but he gets tired real fast. -Fernanda and Gabe actually form a good and strong bond???? the rivalry is still there and they sometimes do 1v1 because she wants to get better at fighting people with far ranged weapons. -Actually, Fernanda's skill in particular grows exponentially. She's really giving it all she's got. Speckle might be less scared of going to turf alone, but it still makes him sorta nervous. -They move together to a lil place near Inkopolis Plaza because I don't follow real world rules (does a little dance) i will spare you of the somewhat underdeveloped socioeconomic hcs i made for this

OK MOVING FORWARD-

Splatoon 2 is the "Fernanda goes out scouting for a 4th person to complete their team and Spec befriends every single candidate" arc. It's what it says on the very specific tin. Just three of them won't do, and they have to get a 4th team member in order to start actually cooking some neat strategies because everyone has to be in on it.

They do turf and ranked matches and Fernanda tries to recruit the people who do best alongside them. In this process they meet Fernando, aka Fucco bc hes a fucker thats all there is to it lmao(though I have to mention Gabe is the origin of this nickname because he can't fucking stand Fernando; everyone else just sorta agrees because Yeah It's True), and through him they also are introduced to Roberta(bobby) and Orlando(orb!!!), who are his buddies and theyre just here to chill tbh.

When Fernanda rejects Fucco as a possible team member he is absolutely offended by it. So he rallies up his allies(see: his two friends) to clash against the og trio. Thing is, they don't really have much experience as a team. Bobby and Orb just sorta do turf casually, for fun. Fucco is the only one of them who is actually competitive and he just thinks great at it (hes average at best). He's always acting like they're the mean girls when both teams cross paths and tries to make up for his lack of skill with witty remarks, which, granted, is something he actually is good at.

He sorta starts pushing his teammates a bit too much to the point they're not really having fun anymore so they have to like stop supporting this for a moral lesson that he does not listen to and makes him feel betrayed so he gets upset at them. And then these battles devolve into just 1v1 between [chuckles] Fernanda and Fernando with everyone watching it like it's a saturday morning cartoon because honestly theres no contest here. This obviously makes him break eventually, and so Fernanda now is the one who has to break the moral lesson about idk fighting with passion, teamwork, actually accepting your own flaws and working around them and not through them, etc etc all that anime kinda stuff. Maybe throw something about the power of friendship there too just for flavor.

So while all these things happens, Spec is just being nice with the other team. He sometimes just stops mid-battle to listen to Orb rambling about something as he often does(yeah they just sit there but don't worry Gabe is always there to watch for whiny tryhards too), gives them a lil booyah when they do cool stuff, and always invites them to chill at the cafeteria when they're all done with their matches. And they do, although Fernando has a little uuuuuuh trouble with this. There's always a long exchange of threatening glares between him and Gabe and/or Fernanda. He's mostly only there because Orb is a friend he'd die for. and Orb really likes Speckle too.

Annnd yeah when this is all settled down and Fucco has finally stopped trying to be a nuisance these guys all merge into One Larger Group and he actually gets to join Fernanda's team in turf; not as one of them, though, just hanging out with them. It's all just shenanigans for them for a while after all that's done (-:

Eventually they meet MY BOY Michael aka Mikemas which is like Splatmas but with his (nick)name because he was 12 when he made that username. I switched the protagonist POV to him because, in case you haven't noticed, I just really love him. He's a little bastard who's got a significant following on the internet; he occasionally livestreams turf war(and other stuff) and has a BIG passion for music. Also makes funny short skits and other trendy type of content you'd see from an online personality. Speaking of online personality - that's all his sorta dumb egocentric attitude is. Though he is very confident, most of the dumb shit he says and does is mean to be a joke (see: "I don't need this, I'm an influencer" while being completely aware he isn't of that scale yet). Biggest highlights are the Calamari Inkantation ballad cover - the thing which usually makes people notice just how good his vocals are - and the "Now Or Never But Every Loop Gets Faster" video.

And then there's Manga, who I just got out of the afriendmadethis limbo because he and Mike go hand in hand. They live together and they're childhood friends who are, really close, not in a romantic way but in a way you'd probably think is. Manga participates in the internet presence stuff as well, he plays the keyboard and has a soundboard of funny sound effects for streaming :-) He's nonverbal, very quiet and deadpan most of the time but he's basically got the same sense of humor as Mike; they're very similar in a lot of ways that would make you question if maybe they're actually siblings? (they aren't) He's just less confident and less likely to engage in dumb shit; to the point he kinda has to act like a fuckin babysitter because someone keeps "forgetting" to take the medicine for their bipolar disorder and we simply can't let that happen so I guess we gotta fuckin suplex him to do it I guess. A lot of things need to have parental controls enabled because someone is very prone to addiction and keeps trying to play videogames for 24 hours nonstop without consuming anything but the hoard of iced tea they have in the fridge, which occasionally has to be locked also.

(in conclusion mike would've never been allowed to live away from his family if manga wasn't there)

Anyway yeah they meet Mike in turf and he's actually almost as good as he says he at it is so he earns the invitation to claim the honorable title of 4th member of Fernanda's team. ...Okay. It's more like. He's the one person who accepted it, I guess. And thus, Mike and Manga get to join their table at the cafeteria.

The last characters I made for Splatoon 2 were these guys, who never really got any development(or even names) until Splatoon 3 so I'm kinda pushing them to be for the Splat 3 plots I've been cookin'. And they finally have names - Vespa Gel, Roll and Viv.

So yeah now where we are, Splatoon 3 where everyone is 17-19. This is all still going on in the general area near Inkopolis Plaza, though we'll get to the mentions of Splatsville soon.

Mike was a very late addition to the team, so he isn't very well adjusted to the way they go about in turf and... He isn't really what we can call responsible, and is quite the chore to deal with. This bit of plot is mostly about several dumb conflicts between him and Fernanda because he keeps skipping practice, missing calls, and mostly acts independently instead of trying to work as a team. He is, however, a vital asset because of the skill level and comes in clutch very often, which is why he hasn't been kicked out of the team yet.

Now the stuff here is mostly still a mess so I'll get to some key points that happen parallel to that conflict--

-Mike meets Viv in turf and they bond a lot not just during matches but also afterwards bc Viv just sorta likes taking walks around the plaza and Mike tags along, initially because he wants to know when he could expect to see Viv in turf again because its good stream content and he just really likes going against people who match his skill bc it's fun :-) This sorta leads to them just hanging out a lot and meanwhile everyone at the table is just... sorta giggling quietly about how sus he's being bc of how he excitedly talks about Viv but he pushes back saying it's just some fun kinda rivalry y'now??? nothing to see here.

-Viv eventually has to stop hanging out bc he kinda is part of a gang that now kinda despises Mike. Well, Vespa, specifically, but the other two have goon brain so they gotta pretend they also hate him. They could hurt him in all sorts of bad ways because the boys r kinda unhinged, so Viv decides it's the best option to stop hanging out at the plaza(which is actually pretty far from where he lives)

-This is heartbreaking, of course, specially bc it happened right as Mike accepted that Yes, He Has The Hell of a Crush and sorta hits some insecurities he has.

-But right after he meets Sen, and they kinda have a relationship? One where they are together, but both don't really want to admit it? because theyre both fucking stupid lmao (jk its related to more serious things but yeah)

(this is where i pause bc im legally required to share a ref of him though i dont have a good and finished one so just take this)

(fucken pastel anime boy babeeey)

-Sen is from Splatsville, he moved to Inkopolis alone to work towards a career goal by taking some extensive courses and apprenticeships. He is constantly overworking himself and being stressed due to it, but he really doesn't want to grow attached to anyone in Inkopolis because he is very deeply affected by separation. This move itself has been very hard for him, even though he still has contact with his friends back in the Splatlands, and he doesn't want to have to go through it again when he eventually goes back home. Well, that was the plan until he was forced to have a funny little guy who sticks like glue, as a treat :-)

..this is all I can confidently share for now, but there's a lil bit in the crock pot that I've been brainstorming because Splat 3 finally convinced me to take a dip on making the agents ocs. its THE GIRLS they're the ones featured in this post. i wanna do an alt story mode with them eventually but no promises since im bad at keeping my word LMAO

(small note i forgot to add, they are kinda connected to the main group bc they are sen's aforementioned friends they bully him on inkstagram)

(UPDATE) dear lord ive named them theyre Amber(Captain), Camellia(4), Elizabeth(8), and Goo(3) (<- but u say it more like its "gaw"). Lil' buddy is just lil' buddy but goo will occasionally call him cute lil nicknames when no one is lookin' so they do the fabled bABYTALK!!!!!!!!!

heres some extra stuff w them 😌

and these bc theyre funny

theres definitely more of these but searching for them specifically is tough DJFHGHBGDF

i want you to know that ive been writing this on and off ever since you sent this ask

#the newfound text tag #oc talk #splatoon ocs #[takes a deep breath] BOI

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goosedawn · 3 years

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Tiny farmer au: i’m trying to think of ways Techno could use strategies and sabotage like in the video. Perhaps the equivalent of getting people to visit and AFK Squid’s farm, could be luring the crows over to his farm? or at one point he could raise/train a rabbit to be a pet that he can ride to help him get around quicker when farming? those are the only two i’ve thought of so far. Any strategies/sabotage you can think of?

absolutely delighted by the idea of techno with a rabbit pet shgvdjhenbhgv,,, also funnily enough, bio anon also had the same thought of techno luring scarecrows to squids fields!

and as for some other ideas... i spent way too long figuring out how to draw a rabbit so im just going to list these djbjdjdjydhsgnd (plus some are a bit difficult to draw fbdjcbdb)

- techno gives the wrong directions to his farm, leading tourists to squids farm. they ask him if this is technos farm and he is forced to talk to them, losing out on valuable farming time

- eventually this leads to squid closing his farm to visitors, and in turn losing out on possible monetary gain that can be used for more/better farming equipment 😔

- everyone else who would go to squids farm ends up going to technos and they buy potatoes from him from his conveniently placed stand :]

- techno systematically pokes small holes in all of squids hoses and irrigation. not enough for it to be noticable but enough to cost squid

- letters start appearing on squids doorstep, addressed from his rival farmer. technos taunts absolutely destroy him.

- techno tracking squids sleep schedule and debating how likely sleep deprivation is to count as torture (he genuinely did that sir- are u ok)

(also thank u for giving me an excuse to rewatch the potato war series again its SO good)

#tiny farmer au #i spent way too long thinking about the logistics of this #did you know potatoes arent great for rabbits #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt giant/tiny #t!techno #t!technoblade #tiny!techno #tiny!technoblade #g!squidkid #giant!squidkid #rhrbfbjdgdhdb big sleepy #doodles #goosedrawn

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brassclaws-of-oddworld · 3 years

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((Slow day today, felt the urge to draw a Jimseo/Nilijong varient of Glukkon that has more resemblance to squids and cuttlefish. Although, I think I just wanted an excuse to workshop a new Glukkon OC/side-character... That, and the idea of giving a Glukkon head frills that act like sideburns/muttonchops made me giddy! I even thought about a possible Kayaiti Glukkon species that are also poisonous, and live completely underwater/in the cave systems of the continent.))

#((ooc))#[Mun's Art]#[Headcanons]#oddworld #oddtumblr #oddworld glukkon

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holly-fixation · 3 years

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Ink Clouds: Chapter 9

Summary so far: Cloud is sent back in time by the calamity, who permanently damaged his brain. He is now half squid, and constantly spewing ink that carries Geostigma. Cloud tried to deny the calamity and carve the location of Sephiroth's birth mother. However, he was in ridiculous pain because of it. He tried to ask Sephiroth to 'Forgive'. But every time, Sephiroth felt a sudden and barely controllable killer instinct take over, and a single thought that wasn't his own run through his head: I want you to beg for forgiveness.

Based on the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien

Please Enjoy!

Chapter 9: Planning

Hours after the latest interaction with the creature, Zack received a text on his phone. It was in the "First Class" group chat, which they all used so sparingly before the stigma that all the messages were only about meeting up for meals. The newest one, to his surprise, was sent by Sephiroth.

'Meet at my apartment at 9PM. We need to talk in private. I sent you all its location.'

Zack was the first to respond.

‘Gotcha. Is there anything we should bring?”

His mentor’s reply was way too quick.

‘Get photos of the creature’s drawings from R&D. That should be all.’

‘Understood.’

Then the other First’s replied.

‘I’ll be in R&D for cure testing. I’ll take some photos as a backup.”

Angeal, ever the planner.

‘I’ll be a bit late. I have a meeting with Lazard at 8:45.”

Genesis always had an excuse if his job wasn’t on the line.

‘That’s fine. We’ll wait.’

Sephiroth sent the final message, and the chat was silent for the rest of the day.

* * *

8:30 was the meeting with all the Firsts about their new schedule the next day. Nothing major, just the usual information on training rooms and helping a few of the Seconds, Thirds, and lower troops sharpen their skills. After the briefing was complete, three of the four firsts left without a word. Genesis stayed behind and addressed the director.

“What did you need to talk with me about, Director?" Genesis asked casually from the desk he was already leaning against.

Lazard pushed up his glasses and looked at the man in red. “I hate to ask you this-”

“But you’re going to anyway.”

“If there was another option-”

“You would have picked it.”

The director glared and paused.

Genesis glanced away with a soft chuckle. “You can fire me, I know. I’m just having a little fun before you drop the news.”

“Zangan is arriving in three days,” Lazard stated.

“What? Zangan?” He asked in surprise. Of course the SOLDIER had at least heard of him. “To SOLDIER or Shinra in general?”

“For SOLDIER. He explicitly requested to train some of the SOLDIER members in exchange for allowing his newest student to train with SOLDIERs and explore the SOLDIER floor,” He explained with little emotion.

“And to give Shinra a white limelight instead of a red one?”

“That’s…I don’t think that’s how that phrase works, but yes.” He continued, and now his expression turned sorrowful. “Shinra needs to look good, and the student will need a guide.” He paused.

Silence.

“You are not suggesting this.”

“There are no missions, no clean up, no monster attacks, no mako reactors, no nothing that can get you out of this. Shinra needs you to look good for the masses.” Sephiroth had Zack. Angeal had the stigma.

Genesis can’t push this onto someone else.

“Why does it have to be a First?” He questioned.

“With a name as popular as Zangan, we need to give an equally known name in return.”

He scoffed, but the director was right.

“Three days, you said?”

“Three days.”

“I’ll be ready.”

* * *

Sephiroth's apartment was different than Zack expected, absolutely different from the barracks and his tiny 'apartment' near the SOLDIER floor. Having more than twelve square feet of personal space was a mansion as far as he was concerned. The full living room and full kitchen he could see without opening the three or four doors were beautiful as far as he was concerned. But, after waiting for Genesis for thirteen minutes and counting, the three other SOLDIERs were getting antsy. Well, maybe just Zack.

"So how are the troops doing in all this?" Zack asked Angeal to pass the time.

Angeal gave a soft huff in reply. "As restless as everyone else quarantined from the stigma. Some of them are clearly looking for fights, but I've talked to a couple that have a real selfless drive."

"Ah, dreams and honor?"

He looked his former apprentice in the eyes. "Honor," He specified. "Some of them started out saying they were gonna be heroes, and now complain that they have nothing to kill. A few, and I mean a few, truly want to help others with the power SOLDIER can give them when they make it."

"'When'?"

"When. They have what it takes. It's only a matter of time."

"You better secure your place then, Zack," Sephiroth called from the kitchen with the slightest hint of a joke in his voice.

"Hey!" He yelled in response, and the other man laughed.

Finally, there was a knock at the door, and Sephiroth was the fastest to open it.

"Will you let me in if I'm fashionably late?" Genesis joked with a gesture of his hands.

Sephiroth smirked. "Hm. Have a seat."

The man in red entered and took the chair next to his old friend. They heard the door lock before the silver general took his seat with his tablet in front of him. They all silenced for a moment. It was time for business.

"Now," Sephiroth began. "You all have the photos Zack sent, correct?" He turned his tablet to the three of them with the three drawings the creature made on the screen.

They all nodded.

"Zack and I," He started but glanced at Zack for confirmation, who again nodded in response, "are trying to decipher the locations depicted in the latest two before R&D can send a team over to cover it up."

"Do you know specifically what is at these locations?" Angeal asked.

"If the creature drew them, it can't be good."

"I think I recognize this mountainscape," Zack pointed to the drawing with a waterfall. "But the mako reactor...might be Mt. Correl?"

"It can't be," Angeal corrected. "Mt. Correl's mako fountains were dug several hundred feet around the reactor. It's practically a mako crater."

"...Why do you care about this so much?" Genesis asked with no mockery, his voice holding logic and analysis.

All eyes were on Sephiroth and Zack.

"...The creature has shown capability for high intelligence since the day we captured it," Zack started first, trying to give Sephiroth an out. "If rumors are true, and it is a human that R&D experimented on that escaped confinement? Then they will do everything in their power to cover it up, and we'll never find or fix anything."

"Hojo will do anything in his power," Sephiroth corrected their story with malice leaking through his words. "All of R&D should not go down for his arrogance."

"Are you claiming it has nothing to do with you?" The man in red asked as he zoomed in on the first drawing the creature made: the one SOLDIER in question was clearly carved inside.

"...No," He answered honestly. "But if they get there first, and destroy all the information this creature somehow knows about me-"

"What he's trying to say," Zack cut him off, giving him the moment to calm himself down, "is that we know this cover-up can not only seal his past, but all of SOLDIER's origins." He barely breathed as he continued, "Think of it like… He's the strongest, we all know that. And if they're hiding info about him what the hell are they hiding about the rest of us? Would they bother to hide it until it's too large for them to control?"

That seemed to buy them over.

"You two became a team quickly," Angeal mumbled with a small hint of jealousy.

"If I believe you," Genesis started, "and we do try to get permission to explore these places, we won't be leaving for another week and a half."

"What? Why?" Zack asked in surprise as the two others gave the red head confused looks.

"Zangan is coming in three days. He's bringing a student to train with SOLDIER, and in return, he's training SOLDIER members for a week." He continued with soft annoyance. "The company needs to keep appearances better with the rumors going around, and we will absolutely be forced to stay here in order to make them look good."

"That's-!" Zack started but then sighed.

"Inconvenient," Sephiroth finished for him. "But not unbearable if they keep R&D locked up to prevent more leaks."

They nodded and couldn't argue with that one.

"Back to business," He continued, while Zack opened his own tablet. "We-"

"Wait," Angeal asked before moving the image to the last drawing. "Does this look like a carving the creature made?"

"It could be, if it was in pain," Genesis mentioned.

"It was," Zack informed as he continued on his tablet. "You could hear it and see it. Also the entire tank was pitch black when we arrived."

"It's clearly carved," Sephiroth added. "R&D can't waste resources on carvings in the tank without getting caught by the board."

"What makes you so sure?" Angeal questioned.

He paused and gripped his fist. "Hojo takes too much interest in the creature to risk falsifying information."

Zack nodded. "We saw him. He's too invested."

"Then we'll keep that as a maybe," Genesis replied.

"Agreed," the silver general affirmed.

"Found one!" Zack suddenly yelled as he smacked his tablet down on the table. "Finally had time to try Moogle Maps."

He was right, this was the lake in the mountains with the waterfall.

"Where are we?" Genesis asked as he watched the little Moogle model idly hop from foot to foot.

"The center of the western continent, on the river south of Gold Saucer."

"It'll be harder to get go-clearance, but it's a start," Sephiroth mentioned. "Any luck with the other?"

"I did," Genesis interrupted as he showed them his phone. "A list of mako reactors and pictures of each, the closest resemblance is in the mountains behind a small village called Nibelhiem."

"Isn't that also on the western continent?" Angeal asked.

They all paused as Genesis looked.

Damn.

"It's not that far from the waterfall," He stated as if it was more helpful that way.

Zack leaned back, thinking out loud, "Getting a ride to either is going to suck."

"Getting a ship from Junon may be the least of our problems," Genesis added.

"...I may be able to pull something," Sephiroth started, now with the full attention of the rest of the table. "R&D may try to go to these locations as well, but they won't get clearance alone. They may need a SOLDIER escort."

They looked to each other for a moment.

"Let's keep that as 'Plan A'. For Plan B," Angeal suggested to Sephiroth. "You rarely ask for anything in return from the company. Can you use that as an excuse?"

"I can try. However, I'm not sure that will lower suspicion," He explained. "Any other ideas?"

"I may have an unrelated friend in Junon with a helicopter," Genesis mentioned casually. "She can probably get us on the ship, possibly to Gold Saucer."

They nodded.

"Plan C," the silver general stated as Angeal tried to hide a tired yawn. "That may be good for now. If you come up with anything else, call me. Do not leave a message and do not text."

Genesis nodded. “No paper trail?”

“None.”

They all nodded in agreement.

“If that’s all,” the red head began to stand. “I have some much needed rest I need to catch up on.”

“And I have to mentor some new troops at 4AM,” Angeal mentioned as he followed.

“Alright, you win,” Genesis put his hands up in defeat. They all chuckled.

“Then see you later,” Zack said with a smile before turning to Sephiroth. “Can I use your bathroom?”

He nodded and flicked his head to the hallway. “First door on the left.”

“Thanks,” Zack left as they continued their short goodbyes. Once the two other SOLDIERs were gone long enough, he came back out.

Sephiroth gave him a strange look.

“We need to talk,” Zack stated with no hint of anger or annoyance, completely calm, “about what happened with Cloud this morning.”

Thanks for reading!

#final fantasy 7 #cloud strife #ff7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #zack fair #ffvii #i was gonna keep going but I wanted this to have a cliffhanger #also i was terrified of writing sephiroth when i started #so im glad i tried #your support really helps #slightly longer chapter this time guys #thanks for reading!! hope you enjoy!!#first attempt at a fan fiction #ink clouds

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theaviskullguy · 3 years

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Ink and Petals

@dapple-dualies-propaganda here's the au

Tattoo artist! Rider x Florist! Goggles

hope you enjoy!

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When was it not busy at Squid ink?

It was one of the top Tattoo Parlors in Inkopolis. and it was also on a pretty busy street. So, it got a lot of customers. Also the fact that one of the artists was a famous turfer.

Rider hadn't formerly retired, but he had eased out of playing Turf Wars. He had found other interests outside of the sport: Theater, art, reviewing old movies online... He still did Turf from time to time, albeit the adult league. He was too old for the more popular teen division.

So, he found a job as a tattoo artist. And he rather loved it. Not only did most of his friends consult him for tattoo advice (from where the best places are to good designs), but he also knew some gossip. One of his regulars had beef with her neighbor because he has a pet raccoon who keeps stealing her trash and Rider could NOT wait to hear more about this story.

Another thing was, well, Rider had seen some shit. From people covered head to toe in tats, to people eagerly wanting their first tattoo, even to shyer folk who wanted one to defy controlling parents or to mark something important.

None of that prepared Rider for the news he got when tattooing one of the customers. More specifically, Gloves.

You see, Gloves had been coming in for the past few days. They had wanted a pretty complicated butterfly tat, so for the last 3 days Rider has been exchanging stories with the resident enby about... pretty much anything.

This is how this exchange happened;

"So you remember Goggles, right?" Gloves asked.

Rider rolled his eyes. "What, you think I'd forget the guy who kept pulling down my pants?"

"Oh ha ha. Anyways, apparently he works at that flower shop now."

"...He what?"

"You heard me!" They said. "I went there yesterday to get something for a project and there was Goggles! He misses you, 'ya know!"

Rider was just. quiet. He hadn't talked to his crush in a while, contact dwindled when Rider stopped doing Turf as much. Never once did he think Goggles would miss him, but that was probably the self hatred talking.

"...I'll think about it." Was all Rider said.

The conversation continued like nothing happen; Gloves saying multiple cursed things and Rider sharing interesting stories he heard on his job. Time flew by and soon, the tattoo was done; a butterfly with the bi colors on one wing and the nb colors on the other. Rider was quite proud of it, and Gloves seemed to like it. They waved, and left the store, humming to themselves.

Rider looked at the clock. His shift ended in just a few minutes. He knew he had no other appointments that day, so he took to watching old recorded matches in his phone.

Those were over a decade ago. Yet he still remembered everything. His favorite part was still learning he won a match by such a small margin. It was just... amazing.

He sighed. Rider missed those battles. But he has to say, he missed his crush a bit more.

He clocked out, saying goodbye to the other employee-Cherry (business relationships were easy to maintain when your coworkers were your siblings), and headed towards the flower shop for more reasons than one.

Army had a performance the next day. And yeah, Rider knew it was romantic, but platonically giving your best friend flowers was always nice. Plus, he wanted an excuse to see Goggles again.

He looked into the shop-the blue inkling was nowhere to be seen, but then again neither was the front desk. So, Rider shrugged and stepped in.

The floral scent was strong, but not overwhelming. Plenty of blossoms lined the stands, along with tags of what the flowers were and what they meant.

Rider looked around, trying to remember which flowers Army liked again, when he heard a familiar, youthful voice.

"Hi! Need any help?"

The inkling turned around. Goggles had definitely changed since Rider last saw him; his tentacles were longer and in an actual bun, for once. His blue eyes still had that clarity, and he still had that goofy smile. Though he didn't seem to recognize Rider.

"Uhh... I'll be fine. I'm just trying to remember what flower my friend likes the most." He said, hoping his accent didn't give him away; there weren't many in Inkopolis with an Australian accent.

But, Goggles didn't seem to notice or care. "Oh, okay!"

Rider internally breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been awkward if Goggles recognized him.

He looked around the shop, before spotting a bouquet of lilies. He knew Army liked lilies. If they weren't his favorite flower, it'd be close enough.

Rider took a few of the bigger ones, and a few white roses for variety, and took them to the counter.

Goggles smiled. "This a special occasion?"

"Not exactly. Just, my friend's doing a performance for a musical and I wanted to get him something for it." Rider explained.

"What musical?" Gogs asked, arranging the flowers with a sheer, white ribbon tying them together.

"Hadestown. He got Eurydice."

"Oh! I went to go see it last night! Army's amazing at that role. He's your friend, right?"

Rider internally panicked, but calmed down after remembering he wasn't Army's only friend. "Yeah. We've been friends for a while now."

"Well, tell him I said hi!" He handed the bouquet to Rider. "On me, alright? It's for a friend anyways!"

Rider nodded. "Thanks, mate."

"You're welcome!"

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A few weeks went by. Rider occasionally stopped at the flower shop and got flowers for...well, no real reason. He'd use them to add color to his house, or give them to friends. He just wanted an excuse to see Goggles.

He'd talked to the blue inkling a bit more, too. He'd gotten into the business since, well, he really liked flowers, and he wanted a job where he could just...relax! He still did Turf, of course, but the Adult league was more serious than the teen one, and he just wanted to have fun instead of be expected to take a game seriously.

He still didn't recognize Rider. The yellow-green inkling was a bit hurt by this, to be honest.

Though, it was a bit startling when Goggles actually walked into Rider's work. And Rider was assigned to give Goggles his first tattoo: A blue jay on his shoulder, taking off from a branch.

This time, it was Goggles' turn to ask questions as Rider worked.

"Sooo.... you've been coming into my shop for a while and I still don't know your name!" The blue inkling stated. "I mean, you can probably recognize me though!"

Rider shrugged. "Well, who can forget Goggles of the Idiot Blue team?"

Goggles giggled. "You do know me! I still don't know you!!"

"...I can assure you, we've met before that day I got Army flowers." Rider said.

"Ooh! Can I try and guess who you are?"

"Ehh, why not."

"Okay! Umm..." Goggles thought for a moment. "Clams facemask?"

Rider shook his head. "Nope."

"Inkfall?"

"Wrong."

"Eging Jr?"

"Not even close there."

"Stealth Goggles?"

"Getting closer, I'll give you that."

"....Rider?" Goggles asked.

Rider chuckled. "Took you long enough, idiot."

Goggles smiled wide. "I finally found you! Hi Riri!"

"Hey, Gogs. It's been a while."

"Yeah! I'm a bit surprised I didn't recognize you, since we were pretty close!" Goggles stated.

Rider shrugged. "Well, I'm not the most memorable person anyways."

"Riderrrrr don't say that!" Goggles said. "You're still really popular!"

"To some people, maybe. Not everyone."

There was a tense silence, other than the hum of the tattoo needle as it made the drawing.

"....So." Goggles started again. "How's life?"

"It's...well, better than it was." Rider said. "Got my own place, for one. Though it gets a bit lonely.. You?"

"I'm still living in an apartment. I really want a roommate!" Goggles proclaimed. "Maybe we could move in together?"

"..I'll think about it, Gogs. Though it might be fun being your roommate."

"Really? Thanks Rider!" Goggled smiled.

The conversation grew more casual. Rider enjoyed it; turns out Goggles had his fair share of gossip. It was kinda cool.

And as the next few days passed, Rider looked forward to each of those sessions. His crush seemed to go from "this person would be fun to date i think" to "hOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS IM IN L O V E", and it didn't help that during those meetings, Goggles had to be shirtless.

The days turned into weeks and months. Goggles moved in with Rider, and the two became incredibly close friends.

And, it came to a head near valentines day. Goggles' shop was very busy, as expected. Luckily, Squid Ink wasn't as much.

So, on his day off, just before Valentines, Rider headed to the flower shop and got a bouquet of roses. Cliché to confess on Valentines day, Rider knew, but he's a pining gay cut him some slack.

And Rider came home right as Goggles was leaving for his shift. So, that left Rider with a good 3 hours to practice his confession.

"Alright, Rider. This has to be CASUAL. 'Hey, I've liked you for over a decade but just now had the confidence to confess!' No, too creepy sounding. 'Yo, Gogs. I really like you and maybe we could go out to dinner sometimes?' ...Too casual."

....Yeah, this went on for a while.

Rider groaned, collapsing his his bed. "I wish feelings were fucking easier...I should just call Army."

So, he grabbed his phone and selected the contact, Veronica Sawyer Kinnie

"C'mon, Army... pick up."

And not one ring later, "Rider, what is it?"

"...I need romantic help. Please." Rider asked.

"Look, just because I'm married to Aloha, doesn't mean I know how I ended up here."

"Yeah, I kinda know that." He stated. "Still. I really need some help."

Army sighed. "Who is it? It's totally that one person with the raccoon story-"

"Actually, no. It's, um.... It's Goggles."

The octoling on the other end of the line could be heard sighing. "Still a morosexual I see."

"OI! You're the one who married a fuckin himbo!"

".....Touché. Still, there's a difference."

Rider huffed. "Just... give me some advice. I wanna confess to him tomorrow but I've got no idea how. I'm giving him roses, but like, there's gotta be something more I could do, y'know?"

"Have you tried asking Prince?" Army suggested. "He is the one with the obsession with rom coms and romance novels."

"This is his exam period, Army. I'm not about to potentially interrupt a cram session by asking for romantic advice!"

"Fair enough. I'd say...well, just rip off the band aid. Like... 'Hey, Goggles, I really like you and was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend.'"

"...Thanks, Arm. I'll, uh, give it a try."

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Rider couldn't sleep that well. Mainly out of anticipation.

He was gonna confess to his crush of...over a decade, at least. He didn't fuckin know what was gonna happen!

Like, would Goggles reciprocate? Would he hate Rider after it? WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAPPEN-

He sighed. He needed to get his mind off this shit.

Rider looked over to his bedside clock: 5AM. 5 hours before his shift. 5 hours to get his shit together and plan for confessing to the world's cutest but also dumbest man later that night.

C'mon, Rider. Think. Army said to rip it off like a band aid, but Goggles might find that a little sudden and out of the blue. He could write a letter and leave it for Goggles when he went to his shift (The flower shop was closed on Valentines day). That would be a safe option.

Rider sat up, and got out a piece of paper and pencil, writing a note.

"Hey, Goggles.

There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I really, really like you. As in, a crush.

I totally get it if you don't like me back, or think I'm weird, but hey, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out to dinner or something. Probably not tonight cause of Valentine's day but maybe tomorrow night or something.

-Rider"

Quickly, he folded it and wrote Goggles' name, putting a little heart sticker on it. It was corny, but hey, Rider had to use up those stickers somehow.

Rider attached it to the roses, and kept it on his desk.

And so, the morning went as normal. He had breakfast, got out of his pjs, put his hair up... the usual.

But as Rider left to go to work, he left the note and rose on the table, and left the house quickly.

During the day, he nearly forgotten all about it; He caught up with the gossip-Apparently the neighbor with the raccoon and the regular were now dating. So that was a nice little end to the story.

Squid Ink wasn't AS busy-probably because it was Valentines day, people were spending it with their lovers, not getting inked up (unless they made the appointment when single)

And it was near the end of Rider's shift when he heard his name mentioned. Probably someone making an appointment before he heard the familiar voice of Goggles going "Okay!!"

The blue inkling walked over to his station. "Hi Ridey!!"

"...Hey, Gogs. Getting another tat?" Rider asked, trying to keep his cool.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"A'ight anything specific in mind or-"

"Can I get just a simple quote one?"

Rider nodded. "Where do you want it?"

Goggles pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly. "Right here, please!"

"Okay. Just try to keep holding that down so I don't mess up.

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And so, tattoo conversations ensued.

The quote Goggles had wanted was a simple Pride one, that said "love is love". It was discreet, but a bit of it could be seen poking out if Goggles ever wore a v-neck.

"So, any plans for tonight?" Rider asked, trying to keep things subtle. Maybe Goggles hadn't read the note yet.

The blue inkling nodded. "Kinda! I had mental plans buuuuut nothing serious."

Rider raised an eyebrow. "Who with?"

"..I m-mean, I still have to ask him.." Goggles' face turned a shade of blue, and he averted his gaze.

"....Can I guess who he is?"

"If ya can!"

He smiled. "Does his name have an R in it?" Rider had a guess it was himself, but it wouldn't hurt to check.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!"

"Got an accent?"

"Yep!!"

"Is he doing your tattoo?"

"....y-yeah?" Goggles sheepishly smiled. "I'm n-not that discreet, am I?"

Rider chuckled, but on the inside he was screeching. "Honestly? I had no clue myself."

"Really? I've been dropping the most obvious hints!"

"...Like what?" Rider asked, now a bit curious.

"Welllll I've been picking movies you like during movie night, I've made sure to get your drink on coffee runs, Oh! And I offered to cook dinner that one time!" Goggles stated.

"...Damn. I'm just oblivious then." The former dynamo user laughed, before turning off the needle. "There. It's all done." Rider held up a mirror for the blue boy.

Goggles' face lit up. "Whoa! It looks amazing!!! Thanks Riri!"

Rider smiled. "You're welcome. Now, uh, ...did you read my note?"

"..Y-yeah, I did. And, um...I like you too Rider!!" The blue man pressed a small, quick kiss to Rider's cheek.

Rider blushed. "S-so, you'll let me t-take you out?"

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"I...thanks, Gogs."

"You're welcome Riri!!!"

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aAAAAA RUSHED END

but like. hope yall enjoy!

#Galax Writes #tattoo artist x florist #splatoon #coroika #coroika rider #coroika goggles #goggles x rider

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leaky-pen · 3 years

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I am Ink, as you may or may not know. I am just a funky lil alien living in your computer who makes art from time to time. I am genderfluid and am ok with any pronouns, even neo ones. I'm not comfortable sharing my exact age, but i'm legally an adult. I am extremely awkward and have no clue how to english correctly, but i am nice tolerable if you get to know me. Also I have a habit of not posting/reblogging or only doing it sparsely for stretches of time before just randomly showing up and doing a whole bunch all at once. I try not to spam post/reblog when I remember but I can get excited and forget.

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froegs · 3 years

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My Stardew OC’s!

long post, but feel free to read up if u wanna ask questions or request to see more of them!!

Ivy Sodbuster!

Quick Facts about Ivy:

She worked in customer service @ joja for 6 years

She was a dedicated scene kid 8th grade and all through high school, unfortunately she had to trash (almost) all her clothes and redye her hair bc of joja 😞

She only wore business casual bc she would go and work for seven hours and come home, sleep, repeat. When she started working on the farm she was broke as hell so she had to rip the sleeves off her shirts and cut her jeans into jorts so she could have work clothes

Emily was her first friend in town bc she saw ivys busted ass and said..... let me help you

She became friends with Sam second just because. He was around.

She inherited grandpa’s farm with her cousin, Oakley (my friends oc, once she finalizes a design I’ll draw them more).

Oakley’s more “mature” (bc shes 30) but she just is really anxious. Ivy tries to set her up with Leah but they don’t click,,, Oakley ends up falling for chicken man.

Sam introduces Ivy to Seb and instead of Farmer falling for NPC its the other way around Fr.

Seb crushes on Ivy immediately

His first attempt at flirting was like “hey ivy...... wanna see me beat Sam at 8pool for 3 hrs straight?” And Ivy immediately joined Sam’s side and demolished Seb in 8ball.

Ivy ended up hanging out with the ASS trio on a daily.

Seb and Ivy started dating Fall 1 of year 1 after they confessed their feelings for each other during the dance of the moonlight jellies festival

They moved in together 3 days after Seb’s bday

And were married Summer 10

They fast burned this bitch but they are so stupidly in love

In Year 3 Spring Ivy’s other cousin on her moms side became pregnant and chose to give it up for adoption, but beforehand she asked everyone in the family if they wanted a baby

Ivy looked at Seb like 👀

So on Year 3 Winter 1 they brought home their son, Finn

I think this is a classic trope for all Sebastian lovers but he def dresses Finn up in a frog onesie and calls him tadpole !!

Her favorite activity is fishing, that’s how’d she find excuses to hang out with Seb by the lake

She loves making artisan items, especially truffle oil. Oakley prefers large crops and agricultural designing and ivys like fuck yeah mushroom >:D

Milo NoLastName!

Quick Facts About Milo:

Milo was smuggled into Pelican Town by the Traveling Merchant when he was 6 and was taken in by Gil and Marlon.

Gil was 55 and Marlon was 46 when they “adopted” Milo

Gil took the most care of him and Marlon kind of had the attitude of like... a dad when your family pressures him to get a dog. First week their like FINE I GUESS we have to TAKE CARE of HIM. Next week: me and the bestie!

Milo looks up to Gil so much. His favorite brown jacket was Gil’s old one.

Marlon took Milo into the mines when he turned ten as a sort of “coming of age” trip and.... a bat nipped a part of his ear off.

Marlon said it’ll build character

But he was freaking out about it

Gil was upset but got it patched up.

I head canon that Evelyn taught the kids in town before they went off to high school, so four times a week (he’d usually stay home Friday to reset and relax or help out his dads) he’d have to socialize with the others

But he was always a few years older than them so he felt kind of distant

The others in question were Alex, Penny, Sam, Abigail, Sebastian, and Maru

Once he graduated middle school he convinced Gil to let him homeschool so he could find geodes and sell them during most the day.

When he was 17 he finally reached floor 120 of the mines, but on his way climbing back up he got attacked by three squid kids and void spirits, lost his left ear, and blacked out

He was rescued by Marlon, who rushed him home and took care of him

Because Pelican Town didn’t have a doctor at that time, the bus was broken down, all Marlon could do was try and clean up his ear and give him antibiotics and make sure it didn’t become infected

He lost his hearing in that ear

That was the biggest injury he’s gotten so far, but he was grateful when Harvey moved to town

Harvey opened his clinic, fresh faced (ish) at 26 and immediately some scruffed up 24 year old saunters in like “thank GOD ur here dude, here’s fourteen years worth of problems. Good luck.”

It didn’t actually go like that

But

Basically

Milo’s not really a social person, at 25 he discovered he could easily buy a car and drive out to the desert to try his hand at skull cavern. He came prepared but ended up needing emergency surgery that night anyway

He slowly but surely became friends with Sandy and the desert trader. He liked the trader for her prices and Sandy for her kindness.

He also fell in love with....... HARVEY!! (shocker)

Harvey actually fell in love with him first :))

Idiots to lovers slow burn

Hell they’re not even together by the time ivy rolls around and they met like.... 6 years ago??? My god these bitches.....

Pheobe Dy

Quick facts about Pheobe:

Pheobe actually grew up closer to the desert than Zuzu City or pelican town!

Her parents own a decent sized cacti farm and she’d bus into town for school where she met Sandy and Emily!!

I like to believe there’s another town (not as small as Pelican) but close knit in the desert. I hc that Sandy’s shop, skull caverns, and the trader are just like the entry road to a nice desert town

Anyway

She got into fashion and design when Emily pulled her and Sandy into it in sophomore year of high school

Sandy didn’t like it that much and would usually hit glue or staple pieces bc she’d procrastinate the whole time lol

But Pheobe and Em where DEDICATED

they’d hang out after school to design clothing and critique each other’s work (with love, of course)

Pheobe went to college for clothing design with her backup being IT and computer work (another passion of hers)

She started dating Sebastian when she met him during a trip to a small computer repair store in ZuZu city

He thought she was cute so he gave her his number and they met at Stardrop Saloon

She felt a need to like him, not because she was actually attracted to him in any way, but because she was a ~closeted lesbian~

So that relationship didn’t last too long

Ok maybe a little

2 years

But she’s bad at cutting off things, ok?

That’s when she realized she liked her best friends... Sandy and Emily

Emily and Sandy were already in a pretty open relationship by the time Pheobe came around, but it still took her some courage to admit her feelings to them.

They started dating when all three of them were around 26.

Emily moved with her sister Haley to pelican town a year into their relationship, and Sandy and Pheobe followed.

They bought a car so Sandy could maintain her shop in the desert

There is now a house where that garden that Harvey stands in 25/8 is. And Sandy and Pheobe live there. I don’t make the rules.

Pheobe and Emily work together on a small clothing company, they design the clothes together, Emily makes them, Pheobe made a website and uploads them there, and Sandy sells some at her shop :D

The three of them would like to tie the knot one day, but right now they’re super content on where they are, so sometime in the future :)

#long post #stardew valley #stardew valley oc #sodbuster farms #farmer ivy #sdv art #sdv ocs #anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk #Pheobe sdv #Milo sdv #that’s all folks

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peterpan-ouat-imagines · 3 years

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In Hell I Will: Part 6

Writing Prompt #8: It’s not you I love, it’s him

Sorry for taking so long to finish this! But I will be a lot faster now on with my posting.

I walk out of Granny’s hoping no one follows me and I go around to the back entrance and eavesdrops hoping my plan I did not tell anyone of works.

My heart is just laying on the floor with everyone staring at it. The glowing red with a tinge of black darkening it as it contracts.

Pan picks it up and looks at it.

“Pan, you give that back right now,” Emma demands.

He looks at it and back at Emma, “I’m not giving this to anyone,” he smirks.

Regina goes to snatch it from him but he pulls it away, “Pan,” she growls.

“No. I care about y/n you see, I’m not going to take this heart for myself, but I do know how to get her to play along with me so I get everything I want,” I hear him say.

“What?!” I burst through of disbelief forgetting I was meant to watch everything as my heart drops a little, “This wasn’t supposed to happen! You were supposed to say how you care about me too much to take it and give it back! You were meant to show your soft side!”

“You planned this?” Mary Margaret asks.

“Yes!” I exclaim, “I thought if he saw how I was serious about it he would feel bad and choose his feelings of me over-“ I sigh of defeat, “What am I saying of course you chose my heart,”

He laughs, “Is this you trying to play a game with me? You definitely lost, and now, you have to do what I say. You really are mine now huh?” he smirks and looks at my heart in his hand and grabs me and we disappear to his shop away from everyone.

“Peter what are you doing?” I ask pulling away from him the moment we get there.

“Clever game you had in mind. Too bad I care about my life more than being vulnerable or whatever you were trying to make me do,” he tells me with arrogance, “Unfortunately for me it now isn’t easy because like I said, I have feelings for you. I know you are hesitant to be with me but I’ll get you, don’t worry,” he walks around the shop as he speaks.

“Listen Peter! I was being honest when I said I didn’t want my heart. I don’t want it crushed or used to take advantage of but I don’t want it in my body, I don’t want to feel anymore,” I let him know, “That part wasn’t a game you should know at least. And I want to be with you too but after everything that you’ve done to me, neither of us know how to do it,” I tell him.

“I told you of my feelings. I would never take advantage of your heart,” he walks close to me, “I know I’ve done things in the past, but you will be mine,” he reminds me with determination in his voice, “What is with you calling me Peter now?” he asks me as if it’s silly.

“We had sex which revealed a new level of closeness to you. I should be at a first name basis with you, and I don’t hate your guts so I find Peter a better name than Pan. I’m not going to apologize for it,” I tell him with an irritated tone.

“So set in your ways, just another thing about you I love,” He tells me.

“It’s interesting you keep implying that you love me but you haven’t said the actual words, it really makes me wonder,” I tell him.

“Do you love me?” he asks.

“I almost did, now I don’t know what to make of you, your so unpredictable,” I say truthfully.

“I find that hard to believe. You are trusting me with your heart right now. Me. With you being my key to getting back in the real world you can understand how I’m not at that level. But you do love me. You’re just denying it now that the circumstances have changed,”

“How? How can you make this right that isn’t by talking into my heart to control my thoughts and emotions?” I ask him.

“We both felt something when we had sex, not just the arousal of pleasure but something deeper, I know I did and you explained how you did too,” he tells me.

“We can’t use our sex as an excuse to raise attention to our real feelings... my real feelings that run so deep and true,” I tell him not realizing I admitted I feel deeply for him.

“There it is. I knew you would tell me how I feel,”

“Okay I get it, you’re good at games. You got me to admit my feelings for you, now I’m going to leave. Goodbye Peter Pan,” I walk to the front door and go to turn the knob but he rushes to stop me, “No!” he quickly appears in front of me shielding the door with a look of concern, “I placed a protection spell on the shop, this’ll blast you back with magic and I know that after your mom, you and magic do not mix well,” he tells me.

“Thank you for telling me but I want to leave!” I complain irritated I’m being held in this place.

“What would you do? Go back to the so called heroes to get help? They’ll just tell you how your wrong and try to hurt me,” he tells me which is probably true because everyone sees black and white with him and the color that he is is jet black.

I stand there and think for a moment and know that he’s right, “I don’t want to choose sides,” I tell him.

“I don’t want to make you choose either. I just want to tell you what we both already know will happen,” he explains telling me what I want to hear and approaches me again and I begin to gravitate in his direction as well knowing that I’m falling for his tricks but don’t care.

“I know you are right. I’m sorry,” I look at him and say.

“So what do we do now?” He asks with me hugging him.

Out of nowhere a puff of dark smoke spins around and Gold stands there.

“Gold, I’m not going-” I begin.

“I’ll have a talk with you but first can I have a moment alone with Pan,” I nod and go to the back office.

I tune out there conversation and pick up my heart thinking of what could happen.

I get up and go back to his desk I checked out earlier and grab the sketch of me. I look on it for any further clues that he could be leading me astray. It just seems like a normal picture but I can’t figure out his reasoning for drawing it. It couldn’t be because he was thinking of me and be out of sweetness, that isn’t who he is.

Gold walks in and I glance up at him and back down at the picture.

“Y/n, you need to come back,” he tells me.

“And have you all scowl me and tell me how I’m making a mistake? No thanks,” I snap.

“He isn’t a good person. He is only using you,” he tells me. He then points to the drawing of me, “What is that?” he asks.

“A sketch of me,” I answer. He grabs it from me examining it closely, “What’s so wrong about this sketch now?” I huff.

“The ink, this is squid ink,” he says suspicious.

“And?” I ask not getting it.

“Squid ink is meant to immobilize someone. You need to go... now,” he tells me urgently.

“Or squid ink was an ink that he chose because it was the only thing around and nothing bad is going on,” I suggest. Pan walks in, “Pan is there a reason you drew me with squid ink?” I ask as Gold holds the drawing.

Pan stands there shocked by what’s going on but his face relaxes again, “There is no reason I chose squid ink,” he says.

“Liar!” Gold accuses, “Y/n who are you going to believe?!” He asks.

I look back and forth at them as I trust them both, “Pan, I want to believe you, truly but feelings aside you still lied and betrayed me once. I don’t want to take that risk again,”

“No,” he tells himself quietly, Pan grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him, “I can’t let you go with him,” he puts a black leather cuff on me that grips my skin.

“What is this?!” I ask pissed.

“It stops your magic from working. Listen, I love you, I let love be my weakness before but with you, love is strength. You will not leave me,” he explains.

“Peter, I don’t want to leave you but right now your scaring me, Gold do something!”

Gold is about to intervene but Pan waves his hand and he is gone.

I start to panic, “What the fuck?! Peter Pan, what the hell did you do with him?” I demand.

“Don’t worry my love, he is still alive I just moved him further away,” he tells me.

“Pan just take my heart and go back, I don’t feel love but I do feel strongly enough to do anything for what you wish,” I sigh.

“Y/n, I want you to love me. I know you are able to,” he tells me.

“Peter, love doesn’t work like-” I begin when there's noise coming from outside the shop, “Pan what is going on?” I ask.

He looks outside the window.

“There here, I need you to stay in the office,” he orders.

“No,” I tell him.

There is another loud sound indicating a breakthrough of the spell.

“We don’t have time to argue! Now go!” he commands.

“Fine!” I huff and listen like the silly little good girl I am.

There is a burst of the door as I stay in the back. Emma, Hook, David, and Mary Margaret all bust in.

“Pan where is y/n’s heart?” Emma asks seriously.

“I am not telling you,” he answers.

David pulls out a sword.

“Ooh I’m so afraid Prince Charming is gonna hurt me,” he says sarcastically.

I poke my head out watching everything happening waiting to see what will happen next. They all have hate in their eyes and ready to hurt him which I just can’t settle with. I grab the drawing of me and jump out and blow the ink of my drawing towards the four of them.

They try moving but can’t, “y/n! What did you do?!” Emma exclaims.

“You were going to hurt him!” I exclaim. I turn to pan who is smirking at me, “Stop smirking! I accidentally immobilized my family!” I blurt not realizing I said family.

He laughs, “See, whether you like it or not you will protect me no matter what,” he tells me.

“Pan, please help them,” I beg, “If you like and care about me like you say you do you will do this for me,”

“Please we can find a way to use this to our advantage, your love for me could help me-” he tells me.

I can’t take what he keeps repeating about how I feel, “The thing is Pan, it’s not you I love. It’s him,” I gesture to Hook, “Okay that sounded weird but what I mean is in a familial way by that is since I’ve been here you are the person I have felt most connected to and understands me. You’ve always been there for me and helped me. When the witch sent me to Storybrooke, I think she was sending me to you,” I look at the others, “All of you. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to get sappy but that’s the truth,”

“We love you too,” Emma says.

“I won’t leave here until you are all free,” I tell them, “Pan. Can we talk in the back?” I move my eyes in that direction and I follow him there.

He pulls me in and kisses me once we’re out of site. It’s not a normal kiss that’s rough with passion. It’s sweet it makes me feel nice and warm inside, “Do you feel something?” He asks.

“I most certainly do, but it isn’t love,” I tell him. I look down, “Peter I can’t do this,” I look back up staring him in the eyes, “I want to be with you but with what you’ve turned me into, I don’t like who I am,”

“You don’t mean that, it is just you without a heart talking,” he tries to convince me.

“Peter, it’s not,” I tell him seriously, “I,” I begin but stop and take a breath, “I love you. And when I love someone I’ll do anything for them and what anything means with you is too dangerous. I mean, Look what I just did to everyone in there,”

I turn around and start walking away before he sees me cry.

“So what?! Now your just going to go back without me?! I still have your heart! I will take it!” He tells pissed.

I stop and turn around, “Okay. Do it,” I tell him looking him in the eyes wondering if he really has it in him.

He snatches my heart off the table it was on gripping it. His face has anger as I wait calmly for him to do it.

“Peter, I already told you. I don’t want my heart. it’s fine,” I remind him.

As he hold my heart I don’t have any pain in my chest. It just remains in his hand without him manipulating me or using it for himself. A few moments pass and he puts it down.

“I can’t,” he tells me, “I thought I could but...” he loses his train of thought and looks down. He looks back at me mad, “Why do I have to love you?!”

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dewitty1 · 4 years

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Tea and No Sympathy

who_la_hoop

Chapters: 11/11

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Aberforth Dumbledore, Rubeus Hagrid, Buckbeak, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillan, Terence Higgs, Minerva McGonagall, Giant Squid (Harry Potter)

Additional Tags: Slow Build, Draco-centric, Tea Drinking, Swearing, Muggle London, Houses of Parliament, Malfoy Manor, flangst, Family Feels, Muggle/Wizard Relations, Coming Out, Heartfelt Conversations, Sarcastic Conversations, Owls, Competitive Card Games, Falling In Love, getting drunk, Enthusiastic Snogging, Hogwarts Castle, Sex In The Slytherin Dormitory, Frottage, Time Travel, Time Loop, HP: EWE

Summary:

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

Excerpt:

"What's this card-game business really about then?" Potter asks, shuffling but not dealing.

"Oh, I just wanted an excuse to find out if you're currently shagging anyone," Draco says airily, and Potter drops the cards.

Half of them explode, setting off the other half, and Draco dives off the bed to avoid the aftermath. He'd grab Potter too, but, really, in times like these it's every man for himself. Draco fears for the safety of his pale-grey trousers.

When he struggles to his feet, after it's all over, Potter is sitting – singed around the edges – on the bed with his arms folded and . . . Draco can't stop himself from sniggering.

"Yes, very funny," Potter says, struggling to the edge of the bed and swinging his legs over, getting to his feet. "Look at the sodding bed!"

Draco looks; there's a hole in the centre of the duvet, and when it peers down, it goes all the way through the bed itself. "Oh, arse," he says. "Looks like you'll be sleeping on the floor tonight."

"Me!" Potter says. "Why is this one my bed?"

"I might be persuaded to share, if you promise faithfully you don't snore."

Potter shoots him a meaningful look. "Look, Malfoy, I'm not daft."

"No?"

Potter splutters, and before he can speak Draco adds, "And you didn't answer my question, Potter. Well?"

"What question?"

"Are you shagging any—"

"Merlin! No, I'm not! Happy?"

Draco smirks. "Well, yes." Even Potter can't fail to pick up the implication in that, surely?

Potter, with great dignity, despite his flaming cheeks, looks Draco full in the face and says, "I don't know if I'm getting the wrong idea here, but I just want to say, I don't usually . . . you know."

No, Draco doesn't know. Potter takes embarrassed incoherence to a new level. "Don't what? Don't shag?"

Potter gives him a tortured look. "Not casually." He turns away to examine, in great detail, the carved fireplace across the room. "Not that . . ." He clears his throat. "Not that I'm not interested . . ."

"Potter," Draco says, his heart pounding and his nerves on fire, "have you ever actually . . .?"

Potter doesn't turn. "How is that any of your business?" he asks, his voice shaky round the edges.

That would be a no then. Probably. OK. It's not like Draco's got laid more than half a dozen times, and he didn't spend a year in a tent with Granger – a libido killer if he ever heard one.

Still. "Potter, come here," Draco asks.

Potter doesn't move.

"Please, Harry," Draco says. Potter's first name feels odd in his mouth, the syllables foreign.

Potter turns. He looks wild; his eyes are wide, and his lips pressed hard together as if to stop them trembling. "What?" he manages.

Draco moves towards him, closing the gap between them in just a couple of steps. "Can I ask you another question?" he asks.

"Depends," Potter says, a glimmer of his usual fight resurfacing. "Is it an arsey one? I've had just about enough of—"

"No," Draco says. "It's a fucking embarrassing one, and I've been building up to it all day."

"Oh god," Potter says faintly. But because he's a Gryffindor, thank Merlin: "Go on then."

"May I kiss you?"

It feels, oddly, like the moment before time resets itself – everything seems to hang there, frozen in place, paused. His breath, his heart. Potter himself, standing still and silent.

Potter breaks it. "Why?" he asks, the words strangled. He swallows hard.

Oh, for fuck's sake. "Because I want to," Draco says, losing his grip on his self-control. "I really really really fucking want to. Is that good enough? Please let me, please."

Potter swallows again, and moistens his lips, and swallows, and . . . Makes a decision. The right one, thank god. "Yeah," he says, quiet and breathy. "I mean . . . OK."

It's more than a bit awkward. Draco can't decide whether to follow the advice of his cock and just launch himself at Potter, or take it more slowly. Potter looks . . . Merlin. He looks soft, and willing, and anxious, and oh god it makes Draco's heart hurt, just looking at him, just wanting him.

He steps forward, and Potter closes in at the same time. Draco reaches for him, sliding his hands down Potter's sides until he finds the edge of his T-shirt, then drags it up until his thumbs hit bare skin. He cups Potter's waist – his skin hot, and firm – and pulls him towards him. Potter's own hands come up to tangle in his hair and tug Draco's head down.

Their faces lips mash together, and when Draco opens his mouth in a half-groan, Potter opens up too and lets Draco's tongue in willingly. Potter's mouth is warm, and wet, and their tongues slide together, each lick sending pulses of arousal that zing straight to Draco's cock. He strokes his hands up Potter's sides, underneath his T-shirt, and down again, then pushes his right leg between Potter's thighs, tugging him in tight, so that their bodies are locked together.

Potter's hard, Draco can feel it, and he groans helplessly into Draco's mouth, grinding his hips as their tongues fuck.

"Draco, I—" Potter gasps, between kisses, and Draco pulls away and nuzzles fiercely at Potter's neck, sucking at the tender skin just below his ear.

"Mm, yes?" he says against Potter's skin, and moves to lick a careful trail along the shell of Potter's ear, which has Potter's knees buckling.

"The door—" Potter gasps desperately.

"What about it?" Draco says, blowing a trail of cool air over the spit on Potter's skin, which makes him shudder; Draco's practically holding him up now.

"Aren't you going to fucking lock it?"

Draco pulls back a bit. "Did your dormitory door lock, hmm, Potter?"

"Er, no," Potter says.

Draco smirks. "And did you, or did you not, still jerk off behind the curtains of your bed, despite the fact that a teacher could emerge any minute, or Nearly Headless Nick might float in to see what you were up to?"

"Er, yes," Potter says, the tips of his ears pink.

"Well then."

"Malfoy, I—"

Draco raises an eyebrow. "Don't you think that since I'm going to shove my hand down your trousers in a bit, it might be nice to call me Draco?"

Potter goes scarlet and he exhales an oh of trembling arousal. But . . .

Draco casts an eye around the room, then lets Potter go, pacing over to a carved dark-wood chair by the fireplace and picking it up with a wince – the thing's fucking heavy, and is he a wizard or what? – and carrying it to the door, shoving it under the handle to jam it.

Then he struts back to Potter, who's – unfortunately – pulled himself together a bit and who rolls his eyes. "My hero," he says, sarcastically.

Well, Draco likes that.

Potter snorts. "Don't sulk, Draco," he says, and softens the insult by leaning in to kiss him – hard, with a hint of teeth – and then more than a hint as he pulls back slightly and gently bites Draco's lip, then kisses the sting better.

It's not what he expects from Potter, and that somehow makes it even hotter. This is happening. This is really happening. His hands find their way back under Potter's T-shirt, slipping up his back, and stroking lines up and down his spine. Potter shivers under his touch, and deepens the kiss, and Draco feels bold enough to fumble for the hem of Potter's top and drag it up, breaking off the kiss so he can yank it over Potter's head.

This is not as smooth a move as he could have wished; Potter's nose is, clearly, enormous, because it gets caught, as do his glasses, and they – the glasses, not his nose – fly off when Draco gives a final yank.

"Ow," Potter says pathetically, and sniggers.

"Just how blind are you, anyway?" Draco asks.

"Ish," Potter says helpfully, and rubs at his face. There are red marks on his nose where the glasses sat, and Draco, overcome by something unspeakably soppy, leans forward and tips Potter's head forward, kissing the bridge of his nose.

"Well, that was weird," Potter says, and grins easily to take the sting out of it. His gaze is unfocused, but he reaches forward and tugs at Draco's own T-shirt, drawing it easily over Draco's head, and then . . .

"Accio glasses," he says, and his glasses fly into his hand. He shoves them back on his nose. "You didn't scar at all!" he says accusingly.

Draco looks down at his chest. It's a fine specimen of a chest, even if he says so himself. Smooth and lean and, yes, flawless. He feels glad he indulged himself in all that running; it's been useful for this, if nothing else. "Nope," he says.

"I felt SO GUILTY!" Potter says, obviously ever so slightly heated up.

"It still fucking hurt," Draco says with a snort, and reaches down to take Potter's hand, placing it on his chest. It's an understatement; he genuinely thought, in the moment that Potter struck him with the curse, that he was going to die.

Potter runs his hand over Draco's chest, and Draco's nipples pebble under his touch, which seems to fascinate him – he rubs a thumb in lazy circles over one nipple. Each pass sends waves of sensation flooding through Draco's body, and his cock twitches in rhythm with Potter's thumb.

Potter – Salazar – bends and covers the nipple with his mouth, his tongue darting out to flick it. It's warm, and wet, and when he does it again, a groan slips out of Draco's mouth.

Potter's face is pink when he raises his head, and Draco can't resist kissing him again, slow and lazy, but with increasing fervour. He's fucking irresistible.

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sagesparrow394 · 4 years

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The Unconscious

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Intrulogical, Abusive Logicality

Summary: Due to constant abuse from the light sides, every night, Logan journeys to the lake of the unconscious to calm down and take a break. The lake acts like solid ground, and Logan can usually lie on it and relax. However, one day something goes wrong. One day, he falls in.

Based on a prompt sent to me by @ispeakhalflies

Warning: Unsympathetic and abusive Patton, unsympathetic Virgil and Roman, blood, violence. (let me know if I need to add more)

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There were a lot of places in the mindscape that the sides would visit that weren’t part of their main living area. There was the imagination, which was Roman’s main domain outside the living area. There was the names and faces database, which was constantly disorganised. There was the facts and opinions library, where sides often forgot which book belonged where and would place them on the wrongs shelves. And there was the memory vault, which was a space-like room where star-like orbs floated. These orbs were condensed memories that could be accessed and viewed. Patton would spend a lot of time there - being able to choose memories to view was a lot better than his room, where different memories surrounded him all the time. Logan also spent a lot of time there, as he liked the space vibe the room had. He found it calming.

However, there was another place Logan would go when he needed to calm down. Down down, far below any other part of the mindscape, there was a lake. A large still lake, that was a dark navy blue, reflecting the room around it like a mirror. This lake led to the unconscious.

Well, other sides called it the subconscious. However, Logan knew the proper psychoanalytical term was unconscious. ‘Subconscious’ implied it was another plain of consciousness that Thomas was aware of. However, both Thomas was not aware of it and both he and the sides were not aware of what it contained. Therefore it was the unconscious.

All the other sides were terrified of it. It was a deep dark void, after all. None of them wanted to know what led beneath. Because of this and their avoidance of it, it was the perfect place for Logan to come when he needed an escape.

And boy did he need an escape. To him, the ‘light’ side of the mindscape wasn’t all that ‘light’. Roman constantly made fun of Logan because he couldn’t do so to Virgil anymore, and it was a huge kick in the gut every time. Logan knew Roman was insecure and that’s why he did it, but it wasn’t an excuse to be rude.

Virgil always overlooked Logan in favour of Patton and Roman, going to them for comfort, or for just casually spending time. It made Logan feel unwanted. And if Virgil did go to Logan, and Logan said something Virgil didn’t want to hear, Virgil would accuse him of being Deceit and lying. Logan understood it was because of Virgil’s past with Deceit, and the distrust caused by that, but it wasn’t an excuse to be hurtful.

And Patton… Oh, Patton. At first, he had been the one who could actually make Logan happy. They even decided to start a relationship. However, it was after the relationship began that Patton began to show his true colours; he became extremely possessive.

Logan found himself unable to talk to any other side for too long, being dragged away by Patton mid conversation “for cuddles”. The same went for his work. At first, Patton would drag him away only occasionally, so it seemed he was just worried about Logan overworking himself. But then it became more and more often, until Logan was doing practically no work. This meant Thomas had no schedules and procrastinated more, which made Roman and Virgil mad at Logan for ruining Thomas’ creative whimsy and making him anxious.

Despite that, Logan would give in to Patton and let himself be dragged away from work. Why? Because, for the preacher of honesty in Thomas’ head, Patton was an expert manipulator. When Logan did what Patton asked, Patton would reward him with baked goods - most with a Crofters twist to make them irresistible to the logical side. Due to this, Logan found himself obediently following Patton’s commands like a puppy being trained, desperate for the treat he would get if he did so.

Logan didn’t even realise how Patton was conditioning him until he found himself unable to do up the button of his jeans one morning. When trying to connect the dots of how he had gained the weight that caused this, it suddenly occurred to him just how much Patton seemed to feed him, and the circumstances that usually led to said food being given to him. Safe to say, Logan was horrified.

After that, he tried to decline the food when offered. He claimed he was trying to be healthier, in the hopes of not aggravating the moral side. However, Patton would then proceed to “playfully” force-feed Logan, as a way of establishing his power and control. Logan had no choice in even what he ate, let alone anything else.

All this made Logan start escaping to the lake of the unconscious at night more and more.

He’d never enter the lake, of course. He didn’t want to sink into the seemingly bottomless void of the waters. Though, to be fair, he was effectively unable to sink. It acted like solid ground. He would walk across it, and lie down in the middle of the lake, eyes closed and calm for once in his life. It was perfect…

At first he’d only go once a month. Then once a fortnight. Then once a week. Then every two nights. Then he’d spend every night out there, alone and peaceful.

However, one night, it wasn’t so calming.

The day had been one of the worst of Logan’s life. Thomas was a week behind for filming, so Roman and Virgil tore into Logan completely. So, Logan went back to his room and started to desperately draw up schedules to fix the mess. Only Patton dragged him away from his desk the minute he sat down, before trying to get him to eat a whole batch of Crofters thumbprint cookies. Logan tried to turn them down, pointing out the fact his shirts were riding up a little at this point, but Patton wouldn’t have it.

So, later, he found himself led in bed, stomach achingly full, which was not helped by Patton hugging him more tightly than should be necessary. He honestly felt on the verge of being sick. However, he did not pull himself from Patton’s grasp, waiting until a sign…

Aha! There it was! Roman and Virgil were calling goodnight to each other, and a moment later there was the sound of their bedroom doors closing. Just to be safe, he waited a minute or so longer, before deciding to make his move.

He moved very gently so as to not disturb Patton as he slipped out of bed. From there, he tiptoed from the room, making sure that the door made no noise as he pulled it slowly closed. Then, he hurried quietly down the hall.

He left the living area, heading all the way to the very back of the mindscape, where a staircase descended. Logan went down, down down down, far beneath, to the very bottom of the mindscape. He pushed open the door at the bottom and there he was.

He stepped into the room, the lake still and glistening in front of him. The air of familiar calm washed over him straight away, causing a smile to tug at his face as he walked to the edge of the water. With that, he gently took a step. He travelled across the water with ease until he reached the centre. There, he led down, sighing as he got comfy on the water. So peaceful…

He lost track of how long he led there. He may have fallen asleep.

Whatever happened, he was jolted back into reality as he was suddenly dropped into the water.

His body immediately tensed up at the shock of plunging into the freezing lake. After snapping out of the shock, he desperately tried to swim back to the surface, feeling water flooding his throat. He was going to drown! No no no no…!

… Wait. Hold on. He could still breathe? Despite being underwater?

“What the…?”

And he could speak? Well… I guess it would make sense the unconscious was no ordinary lake…

He looked up to find the surface getting further and further away, and he went back to trying to swim up. However, as he did so, he seemed to sink faster.

Eventually, the surface couldn’t even be seen. He was surrounded by blackness.

He felt his breathing pick up. How was he going to get out if he couldn’t swim up? Was he going to be stuck here forever?! And if he wasn’t, if he got out far too late, Patton would know he’d snuck off… What would he do? Punish him? Hurt him? Decide to feed him more and more until Logan was too big to move and so could never leave?! CUT HIS LEGS OFF?!

… Wait, what? Why did he think that? Patton was bad, but not that bad. Why had the thought of Patton cutting his legs off occurred to him? It was incredibly illogical for him to think. If anything, that was more in Remus’ domai-

Whaaaaaaat was that?!

Logan froze as he felt something slimy wrap around his ankle. He didn’t want to look down. Nope. Whatever it was, maybe if he just stayed perfectly still it would go away. He just needed to stay cal-

It was wrapping around his other ankle too! Logan couldn’t stop himself from looking down, and immediately paled, any and all colour draining.

Recently, Logan had watched a documentary about something that honestly scared him a little. So, to be honest, he probably shouldn’t have watched it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. This documentary had been about creatures that lived at the bottom of the ocean. One creature he had found particularly unnerving was the Bigfin Squid. The name didn’t exactly sound horrifying, but it sure looked it. And along with the knowledge that it is eight meters, or 26ft, in length, Logan had found his new nightmare.

And now, here it was, gripping his ankles in two of its unbelievably long arms. And it was slowly dragging him closer to its open beak.

The scream that forced itself from Logan’s throat was louder than any noise he had made before. He frantically kicked and squirmed until he no longer felt the arms, and then he swam as fast as he possibly could. He didn’t stop until he felt completely physically drained, unable to move anymore.

He gasped for breath, trying to stop himself from sobbing. What was going on? Why was that thing here?! And why couldn’t he get ou-

Logan flinched upon seeing a bright flash and hearing the clap of thunder. No… no no no, not a thunderstorm! Logan would never admit it to anyone else, but he was terrified of thunder and lightning. And now he was caught in the middle of a storm, rain pouring down on him despite already being underwater. He whimpered, curling into a ball as another clap of thunder sounded. Wind, so strong he felt like he would get swept up in it, swirled around him. There was another lightning strike, this one feet away from where he was floating, and he screeched in terror. He curled up even tighter, eyes forced shut, begging for this to be over. Why did he have to fall into the unconscious?!

After ten whole minutes of being caught in the storm, the wind finally settled and the thunder quietened to silence. Logan began to relax, taking deep breaths (‘in for four, hold for seven, out for eight…’) and uncurling.

However, the calm didn’t last long, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He whirled around to face whoever it was, expecting the worst, only to find himself face to face with Roman.

“R-Roman, thank god! You have to get me out of here, I-”

“No. You are staying here in this hell. And you will until you finally learn to actually be fucking productive! Because of you, Thomas hasn’t uploaded a video in months! You always harped on me about not meeting deadlines, and now you’re not even making deadlines to meet! You’re a disgusting hypocrite, and a fucking failure! You deserve to live your life in this terror! And maybe take the time to lose all that weight you’ve put on. When you come back, I don’t want the Fanders thinking I’m friends with a disgusting pig.”

Logan blinked back the tears welling in his eyes as Roman seemed to fade away into the darkness. He didn’t even have time to question it before he was suddenly shoved in the shoulder and forced to turn and face someone else. This time, it was Virgil.

“You’re the worst fucking logic ever, you know that? For someone who’s meant to be grounding and realistic, you’re the most anxiety-inducing liar I’ve ever met. You’re even worse than Deceit! You may as well be a Dark Side with how bad you are to all of us and Thomas! Roman’s right, you need to get your fucking shit together.” He suddenly grabbed Logan by the collar and pulled him close, glaring down at him. “And if you don’t, I meant it back when I said I wouldn’t be afraid to prohibit your breathing.”

Logan’s heart thudded in his chest as Virgil moved his hands to be wrapped around Logan’s throat, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter, until Logan was clawing at the anxious side’s hands, desperate for air.

This was it. He was going to die. He was going to die a horrible failure, never having apologised to Thomas for his horrible work, and stuck in an unhappy relationship.

“GET OFF OF HIM!”

Logan was suddenly pulled from Virgil’s grasp and into a tight hug. An extremely tight one that could only belong to Patton. He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or scared.

That question was answered for him when he was slapped across the face.

“Don’t you dare go near either of those two again! Don’t go near anyone!” Patton snarled. “You’re mine, Logan. Not Virgil’s, not Roman’s, not Thomas’. Mine.” His expression softened upon seeing the tears streaming down Logan’s face and the terror etched upon his features. “Oh, don’t be scared. Being mine isn’t a bad thing. I’ll feed you all the delicious Crofters treats you want. I’ll cuddle you aaaall day. You never ever have to work. You’ll be my teddy bear…” He hugged Logan again, but Logan wasn’t comforted at all. In fact, Patton’s words had caused him to cry harder. He wanted to work! He needed to! He didn’t want to spend his whole life as a cuddle toy for Patton!

“In fact… if you’re my little teddy bear, I should do what Andy does to his toys in Toy Story.” Patton pushed Logan back out of the hug before pulling a knife from his pocket. “Mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Before he could even gasp, Logan found his pyjama shirt being pulled up and Patton pressing the blade of the knife against the skin of his stomach. Logan cried in pain as Patton carved line after line into the logical side’s flesh. He begged for someone, anyone, to hear and save him. It felt like hours before Patton stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Logan glanced down, trying to swallow the lump in his throat as he saw the bleeding word ‘Patton’, so deep he knew that the scar would never heal.

“Perfect, LoLo. Now everyone will leave you alone, knowing that you’re mine already. Don’t cry, it’s for the better. Now let’s go to my room. I’ll lock the door so no one can take you away, and so you don’t run off again.” Patton grabbed Logan’s wrist.

And in that moment, something in Logan snapped. For years, he had had to deal with the torture from his fellow ‘light’ sides. But you know what? Enough was fucking enough.

He screamed, but not a terrified scream. It was more of a battle cry. He lifted his legs and kicked Patton square in the jaw. He continued to kick and punch, screaming all the things he’d always wanted to say, but never had the courage to before. He didn’t know how long he was doing so. It could have been five minutes or five hours. All he knew was that, after one last kick, Patton suddenly disappeared, fading into the darkness.

And as he did so, arms wrapped around Logan’s waist. Logan screamed again, thrashing to try and escape from whoever it was’ grasp.

“Hey, hey, Logan, it’s okay! It’s just me! It’s Remus!”

Logan stopped at the familiar, nasally voice, turning to see it was indeed Remus who was holding him. He immediately relaxed, tears of relief brimming.

God, he was crying so much today…

“Jeez, whatever you saw must have really shaken you up… Let’s get you out of here before any other apparitions appear.” Remus kicked his legs, and unlike when Logan tried, easily swam up through the black waters, and it wasn’t long until they broke the surface. Logan coughed up water as Remus continued to rise up so he and the logical side were floating over the surface. The creative side clicked his fingers before lowering down, the surface once again acting like solid ground. “There. You’re okay now. Safe and sound.”

“Th-thank you…” Logan stuttered, trembling a little. However, he paused a moment later, unable to control the questions flooding his mind. “Why were you down there? How come you can control the lake? Why doesn’t… it hurt… anymore…” His last question trailed off so Remus couldn’t even hear it as Logan lifted his shirt. Patton’s name was no longer engraved in his stomach. There wasn’t a drop of blood there, or even any scarring.

“Well, with your first question, I could ask you the same thing. Not many sides like coming in here. But, um, well, you know how Roman has the imagination? Well, the unconscious is basically my equivalent. Roman has Thomas’ fantasies that he willingly and happily thinks about and engages in. I have Thomas’ nightmares and horrors that he doesn’t like to think about and isn’t aware of until I choose to forcibly send one up. That’s why I can control this place. I open it to access when I need to drop in, and close it when I leave.”

“...So that’s why I fell in today? Because you were in there?”

“Yep. Didn’t know you were a frequent visitor, though.”

Logan shrugged, smiling a little. “It’s calming and quiet in here… Well, it is when I’m not falling in.” He paused. “Wait. Patton, Roman and Virgil are down there. I saw them. Th-they’re stuck down there! Oh god, I saw them and left them… Th-they’re going to hate me even more now…! Roman and Virgil are going to scream at me for ages, a-and Patton… Patton’s gonna lock me in his room and never let me leave and hurt me for leaving him tonight twice, and-”

“Logan. Take a deep breath. Focus on my voice. Now, when you saw the three of them, did they float or swim away after, or did they seem to fade into darkness?”

“F-fade. Why?”

“That means they weren’t real, Lo. The unconscious has a defence mechanism where if someone who isn’t me or any of the other Dark Sides enters, it attacks them with their greatest fears.” He paused. “You’re scared of the other light sides… Aren’t they your family? Aren’t you in love with Patton?”

Logan shook his head, feeling the tears welling once again. Ugh, he hated feelings, this needed to stop. “I, um… They don’t really care about me. Roman and Virgil hate me… And Patton, he treats me more like a possession than a partner. He pulls me from my work so he can cuddle me like a teddy bear, hence why Thomas has been procrastinating so much more recently. And you, uh, probably have noticed I’ve put on weight. It’s because Patton decided to psychologically condition me into doing what he wanted by baking me things when I obeyed him. And when I realised and tried to resist, he started force-feeding me instead, like some sick way of establishing his power and dominance.”

“Jesus…” Remus mumbled. “I didn’t know Patton was that bad… Like, rule one of any kink, even feeding, is always get consent first.” He paused. “But if it makes you feel any better, I think you look kinda cute with the extra chub.”

Logan tensed a little, feeling his face flush at this comment. Cute? Really? He’d always thought he looked like a whale. But he was cute?

Apparently his silence made Remus nervous, as the creative side suddenly started rambling. “Sorry, is that, like, a sensitive topic for you? I won’t bring it up again, and I take back the comment if it made you uncomforta-”

“No! It’s okay! It’s just… Patton, despite being the one who did this to me, never called me cute or anything. He never even complimented me at all… Now that I think about it, I don’t think he’s ever told me he loves me.”

Remus bit his lip, thinking for a moment. “Logan… I think you should move in with us.”

Logan blinked up at him, eyebrows furrowing. “What?”

“You should live with us Dark Sides. From what I’ve heard, you really need to get out of there. You’re not safe with the others. Roman and Virgil sound like dicks, Patton’s abusing you, and you deserve so much better! I know we don’t have that great a reputation, but I promise with all my cold, rotten, slimy heart that we will treat you with the respect and kindness you deserve. Please?”

“But… but what if Patton gets mad? What if they all do? What if they come to take me back? What if they hurt you and Deceit and-”

“Trust me, Lo, we won’t let them do that. I mean, you know I’m a pretty good fighter. And it’s still safer for you than staying with them.”

Now it was Logan’s turn to bite his lips and think things over. But as he deliberated, he found Remus was right. He was in danger if he stayed with the others. Not to mention, after his visions in the unconscious, he would likely be in extreme paranoia any time he was near Patton.

“Okay. I’ll join the Dark Sides.”

A grin spread across Remus’ face, and he wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist, lifting him up and spinning with him. “You’re gonna have the best time ever!!! We have weekly horror movie nights, with all the snacks you could want! We host the best Halloween parties, which guarantee sugar highs with the amount of candy there is! And! And and! I’ll turn off the defence mechanism for the unconscious for you so you can visit my kingdom!”

“Your kingdom?”

“Yep! The black fear-inducing lake is just the top, protective layer. Under that lies my kingdom. Come on, I’ll take you there!”

With two clicks of his fingers, one allowing access to Logan and the other opening access to the lake, Remus and Logan plunged back into the water. Logan clung to the other side as they sank deep down through the water, expecting some horror of his to appear. However, it never did.

Then, Logan felt his feet leaving water, and his whole body followed, before slipping out of the liquid and being dropped onto solid ground. Remus landed beside him right after.

“Welcome to my kingdom! You get to view it from the best seat in the house: my very own tower!”

Logan stood up, finding himself standing on the balcony of a tower made of black stone, vines crawling up it and wrapping around the stone balcony banister. He looked out at the surroundings, and was immediately struck at the stark contrast Remus’ kingdom had compared to Roman’s.

The whole place was glum and grim. The sky was grey and cloudy, no sun, moon or stars visible, unlike Roman’s sunny, warm and bright one. Whereas Roman’s villages were filled with villagers singing and dancing, Remus’ were eerily quiet. Roman’s forests were filled with adorable animals and fantastical creatures. Remus’ were dark, and Logan thought he saw Bigfoot roaming around in one of them. As for cryptids and creatures, Cthulhu and the Kraken were off in the distant ocean, looking like they were just chilling and talking.

“So… what do you think?” Remus asked, leaning on the banister.

“I… I love it! Roman’s kingdom is so sweet it’s sickening. Yours… I mean, it has actual cryptids! That’s incredibly fascinating!”

Speaking of cryptids, something suddenly flew up to the balcony. “Hey, Remus!”

“Mothman! How’s it going?”

“Pretty cool,” Mothman shrugged. “Was wondering if you want to come roam the Dark Forest with me for a bit? I heard some travellers found a bridge in there that, based on the description, sounds like the Goatman bridge.”

“Tempting, but I’ll have to save it for another day. Showing around the newest member of the Dark Sides. This is Logan. Logan, meet Mothman.”

“Nice to meet you!” Mothman took Logan’s hand, shaking it as Logan tried to calm down from his current excitement.

“You too… I, um.. Big fan. Hey, um… could I possibly come with you guys when you go to the Goatman bridge? One of my favourite Buzzfeed Unsolved is the one there…”

“Sure!” Remus grinned, wrapping an arm around Logan’s waist. “But I think we should probably head to bed. I mean, after the stress of tonight, you probably need some shut eye. See ya tomorrow, Mothy.”

“See ya, Remus! Don’t forget, poker with Cthulhu, Kraken, and Bigfoot on Friday!” Mothman flew away as Remus led Logan inside the tower.

Remus stripped off his clothes until he was only wearing his boxers, before climbing into his bed. “I usually sleep in the buff, but I’ll be kind and save you from that visual.”

Logan gave a thankful smile. “So, um, where’s the guest bedroom?”

“Oh, uh, there isn’t one…” Remus chuckled. “Kinda cliché, huh? ‘There’s only one bed’. I, um… you okay with that?”

After a moment, Logan nodded. “Yeah, I think so. As long as you don’t hug me as tightly as Patton used to. It was incredibly uncomfortable.” He climbed in beside Remus.

“Oh? So I can hug you as long as I’m gentle?”

“... Don’t see why not.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Logan pulling him close. He sighed. “Wow… Your chub is cute and soft… I know you didn’t get it in the best way, but have you considered keeping it?”

“Hm… I guess it would make Roman mad to have someone who he associated with be ‘a fat pig’. Well, at least it made the Roman I encountered in the unconscious mad, so I kinda hope that reflects in real Roman. It’ll be funny to see him pissed about something he has no control over.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Remus grinned.

Logan let out a small yawn, curling up to Remus. “Thank you… so so much…”

“It’s nothing, Lo.”

“It’s not nothing. You saved me… And you’re...a much… better partner than… Patton was…” And with that Logan fell asleep.

However, after that sentence, Remus knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.

Partner. Logan had called Remus his partner.

Oh.

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more jelly alien and human adventures!! maybe they find an abandoned town or something?

This got WAY too long and they ended up not even getting to the town lmao. So like, stick around for part 2. 3? 3. Also once again I did not edit this a lot so it might be terrible shgh

Anyway, I decided that the squishy squids are basically rounder, simpler, smaller, softer versions of these aliens, which I designed for an original story. They call any limbs that they make at the bottom of their spinal cord “peds,” as in, like, bipedal, quadraped, whatever. The limbs they make on the sides of their torso they call “pens,” short for appendages.

Uhhh now that that’s out of the way, story below the cut. And Link to Part 1, if you haven’t read it.

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The squishy thing dozed on and off through the day as the human continued to trek through the woods. It had its form arranged into six tentacles - four peds, which wrapped above and below the human's arms to join over their chest, and two pens, wrapped gently around the human's neck to keep its head and torso upright. Its head it rested against the back of the human's neck, feeling the rhythms of their cardiovascular system thrumming through their rib cage.

The squishy thing's circadian rhythm was short and light, but it was surprised at the quality of sleep that it was getting, considering the circumstances.

Occasionally the human would ask after it, or the squishy thing would ask how they were progressing, but for the most part the journey was silent.

The squishy thing hadn't realized that it had dozed off again until the human shook it awake. "Hey," they whispered. "Hey. Jelly Bean.”

The squishy thing lifted its head off the back of the human's neck. "Whuzzat?" it asked, rubbing its eyes. "Are we home?"

"No," said the human quietly, and the squishy thing noticed that it was dark. "I think we're going to have to make camp for the night," they continued.

The squishy thing was fully awake now. "Are we lost?"

"No, no no," the human reassured it. "Hardly. But I can't navigate when the sun's down." They crouched down to the ground. "Go ahead."

The squishy thing blinked.

"Hop OFF, Gummy Bear," the human said. "I need you to stay right here so that I can remember where we are. Also my back is getting tired."

The squishy thing started. "Oh! Of course, sorry." It slid off the human's back and huddled on the ground instead.

The human straightened up with a sigh of relief and rolled their shoulders. The squishy thing felt something inside it clench again, remembering all those sinews and muscles and teeth.

The human looked down at it and grinned with all of them. "Back in a sec," they said, then walked off into the woods.

The squishy thing blinked. Where were they going? It opened its mouth, but the human's back was already vanishing between the trees.

It was getting quite dark now. And the noises of the woods echoed around it, life forms that it couldn't see on a planet that it didn't know. And the human had just walked off. Were they leaving it? No, they wouldn't do that. Would they?

The minutes ticked by and the squishy thing found itself growing more and more nervous. Should it go look for them? What if it got lost? The human had told it not to move. What if they got mad? It had never seen an angry human before...there had been several times where it thought that it had, but the humans in question had usually just been playing. That was how they PLAYED. It didn't want to see one angry for real.

What if they had gotten lost? No, they wouldn't get lost. Perhaps they had forgotten about it. Or had decided to leave it behind. Perhaps the navigation thing was just an excuse to get it to stay there while they left it. Or perhaps the human had found other humans while it was asleep earlier, made some sort of agreement to ditch it and leave the planet alone.

Could it blame them? It had been pretty useless so far, hadn't it? Just sitting on their back all day, dozing, always scared, always weaker than it...

Something came crashing through the brush. The squishy thing started, sense-stalks tensing, extending. Human? Maimou? Something worse?

The human stepped into the clearing with a leaf in their hair and an armful of wood.

"You came back!" the squishy thing exclaimed, sense-stalks slackening with blessed relief.

"Uh. Yeah," said the human. They stepped towards the squishy thing and dropped the wood. "I was just getting firewood. Did I not tell you?"

The squishy thing shook its head.

"Oh. Sorry about that." The human knelt down and started to arrange the sticks into a strange little structure. "Hope you didn't, like...worry too much," it said, distracted.

"Oh no," said the squishy thing quickly. No worries here. It wasn't afraid at all. It hadn't thought they were going to leave it or turn on it or anything, this strange and beautiful alien with the lovely eyes and the terrifying teeth.

The human finished its stick stacking and pulled out a pair of rocks. It struck them together sharply, and sparks flew out and LIT THE TWIGS ON FIRE.

The squishy thing screamed, shrinking away, pedal tentacles fusing into something more suitable to run...

The human dropped their rocks in shock. "SHHHH!" it hissed through its teeth. "YO! WHAT GIVES!"

The squishy thing pointed. "F-FIRE! FIRE!"

"Yeah, it's a fire!" the human whisper-hissed. "I'm building a fire! Keep it down!"

"Y-BUILD? A FIRE? On PURPOSE?"

"Shhhhh-sh-sh-sh," said the human, reaching out and making placating gestures with their hands. "Yeah! A little campfire! To keep us warm!"

"A FIRE."

"Yeah."

"Just to keep us WARM?"

"Well, yeah! And to have some light, and keep predators away, and maybe signal some of our friends."

The squishy thing was starting to calm down, but not much. "But it's FIRE," it stammered. "It's a...an accident! It'll SPREAD!"

The human shrugged. "It's just a little one. I've lit them thousands of times. It's perfectly safe if you do it right, and if you make sure that it's completely out the next morning."

The squishy thing relaxed a little more.

"It's fine. It's under control."

The squishy thing forced itself to relax completely, legs collapsing back into pedal tentacles. It coiled them around itself and frowned at the fire warily. "Are you sure?"

The human snorted. "Y'know, my species survived with nothing but fire for light and heat? For thousands of years?" They leaned back, staring into the flames. "Yours probably did, too, come to think of it."

"Maybe," said the squishy thing doubtfully. "A LONG, long time ago, maybe."

The human rolled their eyes. A common expression of annoyance among their species.

A bit of the doubtful fear from before struck through the fresh and fading terror. The squishy thing had been terrified about something the human found perfectly natural. It must seem stupid and cowardly to them, this savage thing.

It opened its mouth to say something for itself, but then the human snapped their fingers. "Bulbasaur."

"B-beg pardon?" asked the squishy thing.

"That's what you fuckers look like," said the human. "Bulbasaur faces, with little..." the human turned to them and held their hands next to their head, wiggling their index fingers. "Slug eye things. Only without the actual eyes."

"You mean my sense stalks?"

"Yeah," said the human, teeth flashing in a smile. "Whatever you wanna call them." They leaned back on their hands, looking immensely satisfied. "I knew it was a Pokemon. It's been on the tip of my tongue all day."

"What?"

"You were looking at me earlier, you know, right after we jumped the gorge? And it hit me. I was like, 'these things look like some kind of Pokemon.' And I spent all day trying to figure out which one it was. Well. I had the image for a while, but the name..."

"I do not understand."

The human waved a hand dismissively. "Eh, it's a human thing."

"Oh," said the squishy thing, feeling a pang of disappointment.

The human glanced over at them, then back at the fire.

"It's a game," they said a few moments later.

"What?" asked the squishy thing.

The human shook their head a little. "Uh...a game? A really, really old game that humans invented."

"What is the game?" asked the squishy thing.

"Well," said the human. They rubbed the back of their neck and laughed nervously. "The idea is that...you have these little monsters. These creatures? And you're training them to fight each other."

"FIGHT each other?"

"No!" the human exclaimed. "No no no no no. They're not real. They're pictures of little...little made up monsters. On cards?"

The squishy thing's sense stalks twisted in confusion.

The human looked away, waving their hands as if trying to shoo the conversation from the air. "Eh, it's stupid. It's really stupid. Forget about it."

The squishy thing studied the human carefully. They really made no sense sometimes. But their face looked...different. More pink? Saturated with blood.

A human sign of emotion. Embarrassment, usually, or shame, or anger. But the human didn't look angry. Was it possible...they were embarrassed?

The squishy thing thought for a moment. "Uh...do you have any of these cards present?"

The human looked up.

"The, uh..." the squishy thing's sense stalks retracted a bit, its own sign of insecurity. "The Pokemon cards?"

The human looked surprised. "I do," they said, somewhat automatically.

"May I see?"

The human blinked. Then they reached into their breast pocket and fumbled with the snap.

"We, uh, brought them to play on the ship," said the human. They showed the cards to the squishy thing. "Here, see?"

The squishy thing squinted at the cards. The one on top had a drawing of what looked like a tiny, bright orange maimoude, But with a more human-looking face. The human's finger tapped at the face. "That's Chimicar. Underneath it, there, is Dewott. And beneath that one is a Weepinbell-"

"What do these symbols mean?" asked the squishy thing.

"Oh," said the human. "That's what kind of type it is. Chimicar is fire, Dewott is water..."

"Type?"

The human blinked. "Oh, gosh...okay, so...a long, long, LONG time ago, before this game was even invented and humans didn't know anything about chemistry, people thought that there were five elements? Or four, depending what part of the world you were from. Uh, fire, water, wood, rock, and metal."

"But metal is simply a purified form of-"

"Yeah, but they didn't KNOW that back then. This was...thousands upon THOUSANDS of years ago."

"So...these 'Pokemon...' are fictional creatures with abilities that correspond to these traditional elements?"

"Yes!" said the human, beaming.

"So there are five kinds of Pokemon," said the squishy thing triumphantly.

"Uh...no."

"Oh."

"There's more. They added more. Ones that...aren't the traditional elements."

"Oh. How many kinds are there?"

"Uh...we're not quite sure, actually. Nobody remembers. Nobody on the crew, anyway...someone out there probably remembers. This isn't, like, vital information to preserve, you know. It's just a game. A really, really old game."

"I see." the squishy thing examined the cards more closely. "These seem...well-used."

The human snorted. "Well, YEAH. They're like, centuries old."

"They no longer manufacture these?"

"Oh no. No no no."

"Where did you obtain these ones?"

"Uh..." the human laughed nervously. "We found them at a novelty store. Remember that shore leave day? That market planet?"

The squishy thing nodded.

"Yeah. This dude, had, like, an old box just FILLED with Pokemon cards. We were all so excited. Sam was like 'YO!' and then Alex was like 'YO!' and then we were all like 'YO!' and we HAD to buy them, of course. But we all had to be like, really nonchalant about it, because we had to haggle for them? I had to take Cameron outside and everything because they were too excited-"

"I remember that day," said the squishy thing. "I remember the box! You were all...very loud about it, weren't you?"

Loud was an understatement. That was the first time the squishy thing had been truly terrified of human beings. Shrieking words and frothing mouths and thrown objects and slamming their hands against tables. The other crew members had thought that the humans were going to try to kill each other, but the humans had assured them with some confusion that they had no intention of violence.

"Oh my gosh, yeah, I remember!" the human exclaimed, "We had to decide who got what cards...there were like, three albums of cards and we had to decide who got which ones..." the human trailed off, then burst out laughing.

"What is funny?" asked the squishy thing.

"No no no," choked the human. "No, no. I'm just remembering, there was this one moment where Chris..." they snorted. "Chris pointed their hand like this..." the human jabbed their hand demonstratively, "and they said, they were like," the human lowered their voice, words wavering as they tried to hold an expression and tone of intensity, "Alex I swear to God if you even fucking look at that Gengar I will eat your toenails I do NOT give a fuck!" the feigned severity had worn of by the end of the sentence, and now the human was laughing again.

"I don't understand," said the squishy thing, but watching the human laughing, eyes scrunched up and teeth shining in the firelight, it found itself giggling too.

The human snorted and sniffed and sighed, wiping tears of mirth from their eyes. "You had to be there," they said. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's not that funny. I'm just tired -" giggles burst out of them again. "Anyway. Now whenever we come across new cards we find some random Jelly and ask them to divide them up for us without looking. That way it's fair."

"And no one's toenails are consumed?"

The human looked at the squishy thing with an expression of shocked delight and burst out laughing again. This time it was so intense that the squishy thing slid itself back a few inches.

"I am sorry," it tried.

"No, no no...that was just...really funny, I...you surprised me, gumdrop. That's all."

"I see…” said the squishy thing, but it was confused about something else the human had said. ”Um...If you don't mind my asking, what is a Jelly?"

"Th-that's what we call you," the human explained. "Your...species. We just call you Jellies. It's easier."

"Easier than what?"

"What you call yourselves. What's your name, by the way?"

The Jelly flinched and looked at the human. "You...want to know my name?"

"Well, yeah," said the human. They broke a stray twig and threw half of it into the fire. "I mean...we almost died together. I think we're at that point, you know?"

The Jelly couldn't figure out why this made it so nervous. So...happy. It looked at them doubtfully. "You may find it hard to pronounce."

The human shrugged. "I'm sure I will. I'd still like to try. And I'd like to know, even if I can't say it."

The Jelly hesitated, then said their name.

"Yeesh," said the human. "Uh, one more time?"

The Jelly repeated it dutifully.

The human hesitated, then tried for themself.

Humans didn't seem to be able to control their tongues that far back, so they had to make the undulations with their own saliva, which gurgled randomly instead of forming precise consonants. The clicks and clucks they made with different movements of their tongue in the front of their mouth, resulting in different acoustics altogether. And they only seemed to be able to make one pitch with their vocal cords at a time, which threw off most of the vowels. But still, the Jelly was impressed.

"Wow," it exclaimed.

"Did I do it?" asked the human, their eyes lighting up. "Did it sound right?"

"Uh," said the Jelly, "it sounded like something!"

The human's face fell. "Oh."

"No, no! It was a very good attempt. It almost sounded like, like a word! Not any word that I know. But it did sound like something! And you were very resourceful."

The human nodded with self-approval. "Yeah, I'll take that. What do I call you, then?"

"Oh..." the Jelly hesitated. "You don't need to call me anything, really."

The human groaned and lay back on the forest floor, stretching their arms above their head. They turned to the Jelly, hair in their face and a pout on their lips. "You're killing me, Gummy Bear. Just a little nickname, that's all I'm asking."

Something in their expression and tone made the Jelly's digestive system invert. It looked away, stammering. "Y-you can call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me, really..."

“Mmmmmmmmm,” said the human thoughtfully. They snapped their fingers. “Mochi.”

“What?” asked the Jelly, startled.

“I’m gonna call you Mochi. Because you look like a little mochi. You’re round and squishy and green, like a little...a little green tea mochi.” the human explained, making little shapes with their fingers.

“What is a...mochi?”

“Oh! It’s a human dessert,” said the human. “A little squishy ball...thing. It’s delicious. I love it. I love it for you. It’s perfect. If you like it, of course.”

The human looked back at them, suddenly uncertain. And even if the Jelly hadn’t liked the name, it couldn’t argue with those eyes.

“Y-yes,” they said. “Yes, you may call me this. You may call me...Mochi.”

The human studied them. Their face broke into a grin. “Mochi,” they said. Their tone was warm and soft, and made the Jell- Mochi’s vascular system hiccup and its entire digestive system tie itself into knots.

The human extended their hand.

Mochi was confused, but gingerly stretched out one of their peds. The human reached out and gripped it. Mochi felt a shiver go up its spinal cord, and let out a little gasp.

“My name’s Rory,” said the human. “It’s nice to officially meet you.”

“N-nice to meet you too,” said Mochi.

#karkles stop #My writing #local space enby makes gummy squid fall in love with them without trying #come get y'all juice

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cottoncambi · 4 years

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what are your squid ocs like?

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!

from left to right, top to bottom is doc, unnamed comfort squid, kip, and paris. they (and others) get lore under the cut!!

doc is a trans octoling that barely escaped the deep sea metro in one piece. he was Very bad at the levels and now has ptsd from failing and dying so much. he has an emotional support roni though so it's okay

unnamed comfort squid is pale and covered in red freckles that GLOW IN THE DARK!! this is because he's based off of a firefly squid! he is the first squid oc i ever made and i love him. he's that soft blue sleepycore mlm aesthetic. i am TAKING name suggestions. please help me name him.

kip is a weapons engineer! they specialize in complicated, unique, and questionable subs and specials, like the inkjet, toxic mist, and fizzy soda! they're a massive lesbian and are in love with their partner.

paris is an asexual sanitized octoling that should probably be dead. she's one of those dual-kelpers and is Very deadly. now she lives with kip while she interns at Toni Kensa. she's trying to develop her own fashion line but is having trouble getting her head start. with her emotionlessness and kip's constant chaotic energy, together they have the energy levels of one normal squid.

not pictured is Team Immortal, a polycule of four elite cephalopods that wear fashion from the decades. specifically, they wear styles from the 20's, the 50's, the 70's, and the 90's. they're super duper high ranked and there are conspiracy theories that say whether they're actually immortal and hiding it really badly or just making a name. either way we love them.

also not pictured are any of the agents or pink, a VERY good octoling whose name changed based on what color her hair is! god i love her.

PLEASE send me asks and give me an excuse to talk about them and draw them more. god i love my ocs. thank you for making it this far ill see you next time on cambi's latest hyperfixation

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #nintendo direct #splatoon oc #octoling #art tag #LOOK I LOVE THWM #PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME ASKS ABOUT THEM #if i. if i get enough interaction i might post about requests for your splatoon ocs too #god im so excited for this game

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inkblots-agent-four · 4 years

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coroika requests for my birthday!

here are the coroika requests i did for my birthday! as these were requests, i’d like to kindly ask for you to refrain from using them as icons or ask me first, and then i will ask them! (unless you were the one who requested it lol. if so then feel free)

here’s hachi with a littol hat for the very first person to request something, and also to follow this blog!! its c q cumber’s hat, because i like that hat, it looks cute on the in-game models (even if the og wearer is A Wee Bit Infuriating)

forge of orange team, for the person who made the server! she’s great! i like her jacket! also, color schemes were very important to me so her hat is Purple now :P thank you for letting me join the server!

cyan team’s moon, for one of my virtual siblings! i considered giving her moon eyes, like dark blue sclera and white eyes, but it didn’t work out, ha. her background is more complex than the others but i think it went well! :D

fun story: the person who requested this wanted me to draw a chara i hadn’t seen yet, but when i asked for another one they literally said “draw sans coroika” and i had to do this. it was the only option

diver, of pink team, for a person i don’t interact with too too much,,, but i really liked the request since it gave me an excuse to input my au where diver is callie’s little brother :D (it’s his pose in the squid almanacs, it looks like stay fresh-)

bobble!! for another, different virtual sibling who is also ethnically the same as me!! thank you for requesting my literal favorite!! also thank you for the nice video you sent!! the similarity of the color scheme to the bi flag was unplanned, but not unwanted :3

goggles! the main character really shouldn’t have gone so far down the list, but eh. drawn for someone who didn’t actually request, but i wanted to make her feel better and she loves goggles, so i hope this makes her feel better or at least happier!

rider of yelo greem!! all jokes aside, that jacket was so hard to draw O.o at least the color scheme looks really nice! for someone i’m not as close to, but i hope this makes them happy and they like it!

bamboo, for a good friend who let me call them a nickname that came from seemingly nowhere! i included their hcs in here, and i really like the way she turned out! (don’t ask about her hand or the hat color, pls lol)

octo stealth! for a fellow ethnic person! i put this off a little because i wasn’t so sure about his headgear, but he turned out really nicely and i liked how his jacket turned out! still kinda wanna try putting an afro on him, but it looks cool as is ;)

last but most certainly not least, blazer to complete the yellow greens! (the server... has a lot of bias for yellow green lol.) she wasn’t specifically requested, but i drew her to complete the set! and because they helped me pick riders bg :P

thank you, server, for being a welcoming, nice place! i hope everyone enjoys, and if you want something, i’d probably take you up on it! it wouldn’t be as detailed as these, but the limited coloring style i tried looks pretty cool, if i do say so myself..

also, thank you for everyone who has supported me! especially those of you who've been here for a long time, hehe. i won’t name names because i don’t wanna embarrass anyone, but! i hope you all enjoy your day/night!!

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willow-salix · 4 years

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Isolation update! I was planning on doing the prompt of "Sight" for @gumnut-logic challenge for the next chapter of the big fat fic (which I'm still gonna do) but this came out too. So I let the boys roll with it.

Day 76 of Isolation on Tracy Island

“Scott?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know anything about this?” I held up my headphones, which had been previously missing for maybe the last eight months and that I had just found in the cutlery drawer.

“Yeah, they’re headphones.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious, I meant why are they in with the knives and forks?”

He shrugged. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because you were hiding socks around the place for over three weeks.”

“Only because it took you so long to give them back to me. I started after we watched Half Blood Prince, I thought it would make you laugh but you just kept ignoring them.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise you needed to be freed!”

“Of course I did! I was your house elf!”

“House elves do chores! They don’t sit around being fed and demanding attention!”

“I’m a progressive house elf that is fighting for elf rights!”

“No you aren't, you’re a lazy bum!”

“Lazy? Me?”

“Yes, you!”

“I will never understand the conversations you two have,” John muttered as he pushed past us to fill his mug with the coffee I had just brewed.

“It’s affectionate arguing,” Scott laughed, sliding his mug over to John for a top up.

“So no one knows why my headphones have just suddenly turned up from wherever they vanished to and magicked themselves into the kitchen?”

“Nope,” Scott gave up waiting for John to pour him a drink and stole mine. I narrowed my eyes in his general direction. John slid a fresh cup over to me. Such a great guy.

“You know,” John mused. “I found one of my world geography books in the bathroom cupboard.”

“I found my utility knife in the piano stool,” Virgil added, wandering over to snag some toast that had just popped up.

“I just made that,” I told him.

“Thank you,” he continued to butter it. I stared at his plaid clad back for a few seconds but when he failed to burst into flames I gave up and dropped some more bread into the toaster.

“Now that I think about it,” Scott mused, “I found my guitar pick in the fruit bowl, the one that I got from that little shop in Texas. I thought I lost it for good years ago but it just appeared out of nowhere.”

“Something strange is going on,” Virgil declared. “If stuff we lost is returning there has to be a reason for it.”

“Parallel universe,” I answered confidently.

“I don’t think that's a thing,” Scott said gently.

“Apports then?” I offered.

“No, I don’t think...what’s an apport?” Virgil asked.

“An object conjured out of nothing by a ghost, obviously.”

“I don’t think this is the work of a ghost, love," John said, squeezing my shoulder as he passed by to take a seat. “There’s only one person that borrows things without asking and that’s Gordon.”

“That was going to be my next guess,” I admitted.

“Yet you went straight for ghosts and different universes?” Scott asked, clearly bemused.

“Well, maybe, just for once, I wanted something interesting to happen around here that I could actually deal with,” I huffed. “Sue me.”

“Only you could think ghosts and different realms were something that’s easy to deal with when you were the one that screamed and climbed me like a monkey because a crab ran over your foot on the beach last night,” John laughed.

“Crabs have pincers, any sane person would get away from one of them,” I pouted, reaching for some toast off Virgil’s plate. Honestly I don’t know why we don't just have communal plates in this house, no one seems to eat their own food.

“So what are we going to do about Gordon being a kleptomaniac?” I asked.

“We’ll deal with him after breakfast,” Scott decided, leaning over and biting the corner off my toast. See? No boundaries whatsoever.

***

The klepto in question was sneaking suspiciously around the lounge when we tracked him down and we caught him in the act of leaving a magnifying glass behind a book on the bookcase.

“Busted,” Scott yelled, making Gordon jump about a foot in the air.

“So it was you that’s been leaving our belongings scattered around the house,” Virgil sighed.

“Why are you doing this?” John asked, although his tone said he was debating the wiseness of even posing the question and was unsure he actually wanted an answer.

“Can’t a guy do something nice for his family?”

“He can when he’s not the one thats been stealing things in the first place,” I shot back, arms folded, foot tapping.

“I’m offended!” Gordon gasped dramatically. “A Tracy doesn’t steal unless its Virgil and a bell takes his fancy-”

“That was one time and it was an accident!”

“I may borrow things,” Gordon continued.

“For three years?” Scott snorted.

“I borrow on extended loan-”

“Without permission,” John added.

“But you always get them back eventually,” Gordon finished triumphantly. “I got bored and cleaned my room and it was like unearthing buried treasure. I may have forgotten that I borrowed a few things but you’ve got them back now, so no harm no foul.”

“Is that all you needed to return?” Virgil sighed.

“There might be a few other things scattered around,” Gordon admitted.

“Go and get them,” Scott ordered.

Gordon staggered in half an hour later weighed down by a massive box overflowing with his plundered loot.

“Seriously?” Scott gaped as the box thumped down on the table.

“All of that?” Virgil couldn't believe his eyes.

“Not surprised,” John muttered.

“How did you manage to borrow all that?” Alan asked in awe, having been summoned from his pit to claim any lost items that may have fallen into Gordons possession. “I’m not even allowed to borrow a pen.”

“It’s because he doesn’t bother asking,” John told him.

“That’s where I’ve been going wrong!”

Gordon shooty finger winked at him.

“No!” I yelped, intervening for the first time and grabbing Alan, pulling him into my arms. “Do not corrupt this precious bean.”

“Too...late,” Alan wheezed, trying to escape my python like grasp.

“Oh, sorry,” I let go and Alan took a dramatically deep breath.

“What’s in the box, Squid?” Scott asked.

Gordon tipped the box up and out tumbled a mass of things that shocked even me.

“That’s my baseball cap,” Scott snagged it.

“My gloves,” Virgil claimed them.

“That’s my camera,” John snatched it up. “I thought I left that behind on the beach and the sea took it.”

“Well, technically the sea’s representative did,” I giggled, then noticed something in the middle of the pile. “Why do you have my headscarf? You know that I use that when you guys force me to get in a boat, it makes me feel fancy.”

“Are those my sunglasses?”

“Yes, I broke mine and was going fishing.”

“Is that my lipstick?”

“Yeah, I used it to draw blood on my neck so I could be a zombie at halloween.”

“There’s my ocarina.”

“It was so weird I had to try it.”

“Is that my belt?”

“Yeah, remember that date I went on with Penny? It went really well with those navy pants.”

“I thought I lost that harmonica.”

“I was going through a depressed week and wanted to play the blues.”

“Is that my cologne?”

“Same date.”

“Why do you have my toothbrush?”

“I used it to clean the sand out of one of Four’s filters.”

“My playing cards!”

“Yeah, I wanted to learn card tricks.”

“My travel chess set!”

“Four of the pawns are missing now, sorry.”

“Seriously, my drill?”

“I wanted to put up a picture.”

“Why did you need my tie?”

“That's classified.”

“That’s my favorite pen.”

“Yeah, I’ve got no excuse for that, I used it, put it in my pocket and forgot about it.”

“Gordon, why do you have my flip flops?”

“Mine broke and your’s were nearest.”

An endless stream of lost objects had suddenly returned home and it was a tad overwhelming but along with his more recent acquisitions were items that hadn’t been seen in forever.

“I remember this game!” Alan exclaimed, grabbing the box. “John and I used to play it all the time when I was little. You had to be astronauts and fly through the meteor showers and land on different planets and fight aliens. It was great. We had the best scores, no one could beat us.”

“Actually, I had the best scores,” John corrected him.

“No way, it was a team effort, we played that together every night after I got home from school.”

Virgil chuckled.

“What?” Alan looked confused. “Why are you laughing?”

“I may have taken the batteries out of your controller and just let you think you were playing.” John admitted.

“What! That was one of my greatest achievements in life!”

“Alan, you went into space when you were thirteen,” John pointed out.

“Oh yeah!”

Virgil spotted a book and picked it up. “I haven’t seen this since we were little.”

“Oh, I remember that one,” Scott smiled. “Mom had it when she was small and she used to read it to us every thanksgiving.”

John was busy sifting through the pile. “Hey, my first star globe, why do you have this?”

“Remember when I used to get upset when Dad went away? Well you used to point out all the different stars to me on it and where the moon was near them.”

“Oh yeah,” John smiled, “I remember that, I let you borrow it to keep beside your bed so you could see where Dad was every night.”

“That’s my old teddy bear,” Scott smiled, picking it up and sitting it on his lap. “I left him with you when I went to college.”

“I know, I told you that I was too old to have a plushie in my room but you insisted. I passed him on to Alan and when we moved I guess he got packed up with my things.”

“That’s the children’s guitar that Mom taught us to play,” Virgil picked it up and strummed a few cords but the tuning was terrible.

“I’ve never seen that before,” Alan said quietly. “In fact, I don’t remember much of any of this stuff.” He gestured to the pile of things that still remained scattered on the table top. “I don’t know that pencil sharpener, that snow globe or those shell bracelets, I don’t know any of it.”

“Neither do I,” I reminded him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“I don’t have any memories of them so they don’t mean anything to me.”

“But that’s what’s so great about things and why I keep telling your brother that not everything has to have a use all the time. Things are there to remind us of the good times, just the sight of them can conjure up images, but they are also there to encourage us to share those memories. I used to love looking through my Nan and Grandad’s cupboards because I discovered so many things that were interesting,” I told him. “I’d ask them about them and they would tell me where they got them or who they belonged to before they got them and it was so nice to see the joy that the memories brought them. Pick something and ask about them, let’s share memories.”

Slowly Alan reached out to touch the small pile of shell bracelets.

“Where did these come from?”

“We were on a trip to the beach,” Scott started.

“Gordon was running all over picking up little shells and bringing them back to Mom,” Virgil continued.

“She ended up with a huge pile of them,” John laughed. “But Gordon didn't want her to put them back.”

“She ended up asking Dad to drill a tiny hole through each of them and she made them into bracelets for us as a reminder of the vacation,” Scott picked up the story.

“We wore them for a few days but Gordon kept stealing them because he loved the shells,” Virgil added.

“I remember that,” Gordon smiled. “There’s a picture in the album of me wearing them all, I don’t look any older than five.”

Alan picked them up, rubbing one of the shells between thumb and finger. “Why are there five of them?”

“Because Mom was pregnant with you at the time and said that you were there too so you should have a bracelet,” Scott smiled, reaching over to take one. “This was mine.”

One by one the others each claimed a bracelet, leaving Alan with just one.

“You’re right, that’s a nice story to hear,” he admitted, slipping the bracelet over his hand.

“Hey, here’s an idea,” I suggested. “This has been a mad few months, how about we start a new memory box and in ten years time we’ll look back in it and remember the longest vacation ever.”

“Yeah,” Alan nodded. “That could be cool.”

The box slowly filled up with bits and pieces.

Here are some of them.

-Some of our finished colouring pages.

-Gordon’s tablet that hadn’t recovered from its unscheduled dip in the bath.

-Brains’s broken glasses and a broken piece of his microscope that fell off of Alan when we played human buckaroo

-A small pile of post-it’s which Scott had used on April fools day to label everything in the lounge.

-The rubber spider John had pranked me with.

-A pair of the bunny ears the boys wore to deliver Easter eggs.

-The empty bottle of ‘Chill Pills’ Scott got for his birthday.

-A selection of our pictionary artwork.

-The beauty blender Virgil ruined on Gordon’s face.

-An empty popcorn bag Alan found stuffed between the couch cushions from one of our many movie nights.

-One of Scott’s socks that hadn’t been found before.

-A gaudy necklace from our lip sync battle

-A clue list from our scavenger hunt

-A shell I picked up on the beach the day they taught me to surf.

-The evil Furby

-The purple wig we made John wear (he was very glad to donate it to the memory box)

“OK, so, we don’t take anything out but we can add more for as long as isolation goes on?” Alan confirmed.

“Yep,” I nodded. “Who’s going to be in charge of keeping it safe?”

“Gordon should,” Alan said. “Since he seems to be the keeper of everyone’s things.”

“Even without permission,” John muttered, tucking his pen into his pocket in case it went walkies again.

“Actually,” Gordon said, “I think Alan should look after it for us.”

“Really? You mean that?” Alan grinned.

“Sure, kiddo,” Scott agreed. “After all, they’re your memories too

#memories #Sight #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds 2015

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