Splatoon OCs!! (Plus Rosie and Bowser cause I am cringe but I am free bdbcjsvbdbc)

I only have Neo 3 and 8 as OCs cause I specifically made them to wear the Teddy Band and Golden Toothpick respectively. My Inklingsona wears the Skull Bandanna (plus it’s my favorite in-game headgear so I never change it), but since I worked so hard for the Teddy Band and Golden Toothpick I felt like I needed someone to wear them for me hdncjsdnc

So yeah, that’s their sole purpose for existing and the reason I don’t have an Agent 4, yknow since they never got a super hard to get item from Splat 2 hero mode. I don’t have an og Agent 3 cause I never played Splat 1 so og 3 feels like an already established character to me, rather than one I can make into an OC, if that makes sense?

Notes below cut :3

Gem (Neo 3)

Jewel Squid (Histioteuthis reversa)

19

she/her

5 words to describe her: competitive, show-off, loud-mouth, loyal, try-hard

mains Tri-Stringer exclusively

Signature Color: HeroSoda from Splat 3 hero mode

Natural Color: Red

Extra: The jewel squid is a member of the cockeyed squids, a group of squids so named because the left eye grows to be about twice the size of the right eye. I wanted to show that in Gem’s design by making the left side of her mask bigger than the right side.

Nelly (Agent 8)

Deep Sea Octopus (Graneledone boreopacifica)

21 (as of Splat 3)

she/they/it

5 words to describe her: curious, soft-spoken, shy, excitable, logical

a bit like Marina, but less confident; Marina is her role model

mains Octoshot and occasionally Octobrush

Signature Color: Purple from Octo Expansion

Natural Color: Also Purple

Extra: The deep sea octopus has many warty things on its body, which is why Nelly’s tentacles are so bumpy looking. Also, her eyes are very round compared to the usual Octoling eyes because the deep sea octopus is described as googly-eyed.

No personality traits for Rosie and Bowser cause they’re literally just Rosie and Bowser as Octolings lmao but here’s their notes as well

Rosalina

Big-finned Jellyhead (Cirroteuthis muelleri)

mains Luna Blaster, as well as REEF-LUX 450 and Inkbrush

Signature Color: Turquoise from Splat 3 online modes

Natural Color: pale purplish/brown? Somewhat pearlescent? Idk just look at the pic lol

Extra: Note that she has webbed hands and much longer earfins than a typical Octoling. I know webbed hands would serve no purpose on Octolings since they can’t swim, but I wanted to show the octopus’s webs on her somehow.

Bowser

Giant Pacific Octopus (Enteroctopus dofleini)

mains Heavy Splatling Deco, as well as Hydra Splatling and Clash Blaster

Signature Color: Red from Splat 3 online modes

Natural Color: Also Red

Extra: Note the wavy things on his tentacles, which represent the folds present on the octopus.

Also, for fun, my signature color is Soda from Splat 2 hero mode! I’ve always just called it seafoam green, but when I realized the colors in the games actually had names, I finally got to pick which one I actually meant!

For the drabble thingie, 6. "I need a place to stay" and thank youuuuuu 😍 😘

From this list here

I hope you will enjoy it! And sidenote - I love your icon

This one is placed in XIX-century London because why not.

“Alright, wrap it up fer the day.”

Gobber rolled his shoulder in mild annoyance, eyesshifting towards the closed windows, behind of which a storm of a decade ragedon.

“Be glad yer not out in that,” he pointed its way just as a lightning struck nearby. Hiccupshivered despite himself, rolling down the sleeves of his oversized shirt.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice breaking into a cough.Gobber pats him on the back with a concerned look on his face.

“There’s still some of that broth on the stove,” hesaid as he untied the apron around his middle. “I’m goin’ sleep.”

“I’ll clean up a bit,” Hiccup bit the inside of hischeek thoughtfully. The forge was a mess. “As much as I can.”

“Don’t stay up too late, laddie,” Gobber nodded hisway. “It’s a busy day tomorrow.”

Hiccup swallowed. Every day had been a busy day forthe past month or so.

With a sigh, he started organizing his and Gobber’sshared workspace, stocking up weapons and household objects mixed with his master’spersonal belongings and his own rough plans.

His heart stopped when he heard a loud bang.

“It was just some thunder,” he whispered to calm his fast-beatingheart. He was about to move the stock of finished objects when the bangingrepeated itself. The metal in his hands cluttered loudly as he accidentallydropped it all to the floor.

Someone was at the door, he could see an outline of aperson on the other side.

His heart momentarily stopped.

The person knocked again, clearly not taking ‘no’ as apossible answer. Gobber’s deep snores could be heard from the other room.Hiccup’s hands shook as he neared the front doors. The knocking got moreintense the more time passed. His hand ghosted over the handle beforeopening the doors.

“Finally!” A young woman pushed herself inside. Hiccupstepped aside in surprise, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Wha-“

“I need a place to stay,” she informed him, taking offher hood, and he was immediately struck by the beauty of the intruder. Her wetblonde hair fell over her shoulder in waves, dripping onto a dress moreexpensive than anything they owned in the forge. Her coat stuck to her body.She shivered, soaked to the bone.

A roll of thunder made him jump, and he realized hehad been staring. And, what was worse, that she had noticed him staring.

“You’re soaked,” he responded before realizing howstupid it must have sounded. Under her intense gaze, he quickly jumped to grabhis spare shirt and pants. “You should, uh, you can change. If you’d like.”

She stared at the clothes outstretched her way,confusion dotting her beautiful face.

“You don’t even know my name,” she knitted her brows, attentiveblue eyes shifting towards him. “My name is Astrid Hofferson.”

Hofferson? He gulped – the Hofferson? What were the chances of someone of her position andprestige to stumble upon him, and the forge, so deep into the slums of the cityof London? None, really, if he thought about it, and yet here she was, in allher glory, with a round of perfectly shaped pearls around her neck and mousselaine de soie[1] dress that some people only had heard rumors of.

He realized she was still waiting for a response fromhim.

“Hiccup,” he supplied weakly, lost in what he shoulddo – kiss her hand? Or, maybe simply shake it?

“And your surname?” she inquired curiously, tiltingher head just slightly as she squeezed her hair to dry it.

“No- no surname,” he shrugged. “Just Hiccup.”

Astrid Hofferson accepted the answer, finally taking theclothes from him, eyeing them from the sides.

“Thank you,” her tone, despite the surroundings andher current state, remained full of pride, still, and self-confidence. It wasadmirable. There was something heroic, something out of this world about her.

Gobber’s loud snore, however, forced him to be broughtback to reality. Astrid frowned.

“It’s… it’s my master. He’s sleeping at the back,”he quickly explained.

“I don’t mean to intrude, or cause trouble. If-“

“No,” hischeeks turned red when Astrid widened her eyes at him. “No, it’s no problem. Atall.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice timid, quieterthan it had been.

Hiccup found himself nodding and as he moved into thebackroom to give her space to change, he let out a long breath. It was not howhe imagined his night to go, but underneath all this he was somewhat glad.

Despite her objections, she took the bench he usuallyslept on, tiredness taking over the forced savoir-vivre and overformal wording.Hiccup absently added some dried up twigs to the fire in the forge, rubbing hishands together. The rain dripped softly outside with an occasional lightning orthunder, the flames danced idly in the smallest of winds. A sense of calmnesswashed over him, with the blonde softly smiling in her sleep and the warmthinside the small hut. Silence came over London at once.

He could get used to that. 

[1] mousselaine de soie – “a fine chiffon”, fabric used fordresses in the XIX century

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Chapter 16: The Void's Eye

"Hey, wait!" Before Alair could actually enter the room, Etalt walked up to him. "Be careful if Fabian screams... His screams are sorta known to be deadly..." Etalt stepped to his side patting his back. It seemed as if the weight of his hood had increased, but Alair didn't feel like paying any mind to it. "Heh, got it. Thanks," Alair waited before Etalt went to go back to her previous spot. After that, he had finally entered the room. Gentle bluebell-colored walls had surrounded Alair the moment he had stepped in. The area was so cold to the point of Alair not wanting to take another step. A nearby picture frame had caught his eye. On the picture frame was the same chestnut-haired boy from the other one and an elderly lady. Upon looking closely, the lady had looked exactly like the one from earlier at the entrance. It was at that moment that Alair had realized that the elderly woman at the entrance was simply an illusion that Fabian had created to block them out. He walked along, soon stopping at a pile that was placed in front of a computee. Although it seemed to be a pile, looking around had made him realize that it was boy with an average height curled up in a blanket. Alair took in a deep breath, "...Excuse me... Hello... Can you hear me?" The blanket had slowly started to shift, soon revealing the boy's face. His face was as quite pale as a pearl, and his somewhat neat yet messy hair which included a single black streak had a purple beanie sitting on his white hair. Over his head was a gray colored hood. Alair couldn't quite tell whether the boy's eyes were magenta or gold, although he did know that they were clouded. The rest of the boy's body was covered up by the blanket. To Alair, the boy had somewhat of a resemblence to the creature from earlier. "...W... Why are you here...?" The boy had quietly asked. "...I..." Alair smiled, once again nervous, "I stumbled into this world by accident... A little girl named Holly says that I was supposed to ask for your help..." he then had forgotten to ask a certain question, "...You're Fabian, right?" The boy had now looked less tense and a little more relaxed, "Faris," he said. His eyes had suddenly widened as he shook his head, "Fabian! Yes I-... I'm F-Fabian!" He stammered as his grip had tightened around his blanket, "D-Do you know Holly...?" Alair nodded, "She's outside, waiting for me," he stated, "But... I just came to ask about helping me get out of this world." "...I-If you want that... Then go and a-ask Dunn or R-Raika! ...O-Or A.I.!" Right after, Fabian had covered his mouth. "Dunn..? ...Raika...? .....A.I...??" Alair's right eyebrow had raised in confusion, "I've heard about the other two being Bounded Viabilities, but... Who's A.I., really?" "I-I'm not going to answer that..." Fabian had stammered, "...But to a-answer your other question... I can't help you get out... Thhhat's not in my power..." "...Hm... Well, okay... But... answer this, then," Alair bent down next to Fabian, "Who do you think knows more about the manipulator of this world and possibly about A.I.?" It should've been quick for Fabian to answer, but it seemed as if he were trying not to say something, "...Raika... S-She might k-know... She's not a bad... person..." "Where is she?" "I... I really don't know..." Fabian had curled up in his blanket again, "Mmmaybe ask Holly..." "...I don't think she knows, either..." Alair had stood up before softly smiling at him, "But thank you." Alair stepped back to go to the door, but then was stopped by Fabian's weak voice. "...I sense another person..." Looking at him, Alair shook a little knowing that Fabian may have sensed Etalt's presence, "...Huh? Who?" Fabian had stood up, dropping the blanket. His hands went clammy as his pupils had slightly shrunk in size. Alair was now able to see his whole body. Fabian's eyes were a golden color that faded out into lavender. His pants were black and his shoes were brown. "A.I... They're... here...! Y-You've heard too much..!! They're going to kill me for helping an outsider!" Fabian had screeched. Alair thought he was just imagining things, but the room had started to quickly grow cold as sight before him had started to form into a white haze. "Woah! Hey! Calm down, I'm sure that A.I. isn't here, whoever they are!" Backing away, Alair had called out to the boy again, "You must be mistaken... It's only my friend outside! Just please calm down!" "F-Friend...?" Fabian looked at Alair as if he were about to go insane, "...W-Who... a-are... t-they?" Alair then knew that he had screwed up badly. "She's harmless! Don't worry!" Even though it was a complete lie, Alair had said it anyway, "She won't hurt you! Please listen!" "I-I knew it... P-People from outside can't be trusted..!! You're out to get me!" "No, I-" Before Alair could say anything else, the room had suddenly went dark. =============== "You can't catch me!" "Just wait! I'm gonna get you!" It was a bright day today in the local park. Alair jogged right behind a young boy before lifting him up. "Gotcha!" "Aaaaaal!" The younger male had looked down at Alair, "Okay, okay! You got me!" The two laughed before Alair had placed him back down. The younger male had hair that was a darker shade of green than seaweed. The boy wore a white jacket with a teal hood, which was somewhat opposed to Alair's grey and indigo-colored hoodie. He also wore pants. If one were to compare their heights, the younger one reached up to at least a bit below Alair's shoulder blade. "Eli, you're so slow! You need to be faster!" Alair had chuckled, laughing at his brother. Elio grinned, "Next time, I'll outrun you for sure!" "In your dreams!" Alair had patted Elio's head before putting his shoulder around him, "Want to go for some ice cream?" In excitement, Elio had nodded his head, "Yeah! Let's go!" Elio laughed, attempting to drag Alair along before releasing his arm and running on ahead. "Hey, don't go too far ahead, okay?" Alair called, running after him. Elio continued to run, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. He had leapt on to the sidewalk of a street before setting foot into the street itself. Looking a little above Elio, Alair could feel himself slowly sink into dread. The stoplights above had suddenly flashed red as the sounds of engines had reached his ears. Just as Alair had feared, Elio was now running down the street and looking back at him. "Al, you're so slow!" Elio had called from halfway across the road. "ELIO, BE CAREFUL! DON'T CROSS THE ROAD WI-" Everything happened so fast at that moment. Alair had frozen up, shivers running down his spine once again. His eyes widened as the warm smell of the summer breeze had mixed in with rusted iron. "E-E...li...?" Before him, people had started to gather around the area where the events had taken place. Realizing what had just happened, Alair had started to choke on the air as he made a mad dash for the scene. He felt himself fall into nothing the moment he had reached the area. Laying there was the limp and bruised body of Alair's beloved brother that he had sworn to protect. "ELIO!!!" A screech had left Alair's mouth as ran to Elio's unresponsive body. As soon as Alair had stepped on even the smallest pool of blood, the place had flickered as if there a blackout was about to take place. Although it seemed the least bit hazardous, this didn't stop Alair from running to his younger brother. He threw himself down on his knees, not bothering to stop or ensure that he wouldn't get any scraps of any form on his knees. Alair had tried to pick Elio up in his arms but before he could do so, Elio was gone. Everyone surrounding the scene and even the cars were gone. Only the feeling of a cold breeze had passed by Alair's face. The place seemed completely deprived of any living thing, but Alair was able to feel the prescence of another thing. He was able to feel something warm blowing down his neck. Alair thought that everything with a certain unidentified creature would've been done by now, but it wasn't. When he turned around, it was staring right at him with that stupid grin. The creature swiped at him with its claw and landed a hit on his arm, which had caused him to scream. To avoid any more damage, Alair had backed away from it while trying to avoid its swiping. He got on his feet, making a run for the park again. However, the creature had opened its gaping mouth before attempting to draw in the air and everything surrounding it. Alair was able to feel the strong gust nearly sweep him off his feet. Fortunately, a lamp post had flew at the beast before he himself could get sucked in. Alair had ran on ahead. But the creature was standing in his way once again Alair turned to run again, but it was as if the creature was waiting right there for him. The creature had opened its mouth as it arched its back. Three spikes on each side of its back had unfolded as a strong gust had been sent at Alair's way. This time, it had sent him flying against a drinking fountain. Alair wheezed from the impact, holding his side. A clatter had sounded righy by his side. "Agh... This thing's gonna keep following me, isn't it?" A thought had rang throughout his head, "I don't know how Etalt did it, but she was able to take this thing down within a few seconds... So what do I do...?" Alair was about to push himself up, but he had looked around to see a black and neon green gun on the ground. Right when he had seen the gun, Etalt's words had echoed through his mind. "If ya wanna survive in a place like this, then quit being a wuss and learn how to fight." Reaching out his arm to pick up the gun, Alair had muttered, "Darn it, Etalt..." Alair had gripped the gun's trigger uneasily as he scanned the area. As soon as he had turned around, he was able to feel a burning sensation on his arm once again. He looked up to see the sun's rays being blocked out by the shadow before sending a bright green laser out of the gun. The creature's mouth had opened wide as it emitted a scream. The scream had sounded similar to the one in the forest. Seeing this as a chance to run, Alair had gotten up and distanced himself before firing again. This time, the creature had dodged it before running for Alair. As it approached Alair, he had tried to keep firing. In opposition to his luck, they all missed. Once the creature had gotten too close, Alair knew that he had no other choice but to run. And so he did. However with each place he ran, he was able to see the place behind him crumbling into the darkness. The strong breeze had started again, nearly causing Alair to lose his footing. Just when he had thought he was okay, a strong force had pushed Alair on his back, forcing him to look right at the creature. It opened its mouth, about to close it around his head. As soon as its head snapped forward, Alair had stuck the gun into its mouth before proceeding to pull the trigger again. A beam of light had penetrated the creature's skull and zipped through its head, causing it to screech in pain. When Alair had shifted his hand, the laser was redirected into the creature's throat as it ripped through its slender body. The creature had opened its mouth, fleeing away from him. As it got further and further, its body had crumbled little by little into dust. From there, everything had flashed white.