#crusty sean drinks

[trilobytes]

are you fucking kidding to me?

#Whats the point of using crusty Sean's drinks if they dont fucking work most of the time?

[immajustvibehere]

Spark (5/8)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Chapter 5 summary: You get injured in a bar fight and quickly need someone's help. Arthur seems to be the only one available.

warnings: scars, wounds, needles, talk about abuse

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first chapter, second chapter, third chapter, fourth chapter

3300 words, 17 minutes reading time

To say that Arthur and you had become best friends was a bit of a stretch, but your bickering had become teasing banter by now.

It didn't take long until the gang had settled in at Clemens’s Point. Two weeks after the move, a handful of you decided to head for the saloon. Since the initial phase of setting up camp and finding a new role to play in this part of the country had ended, most of you just wanted to unwind for the night. Sean and Lenny had gone ahead and most of you joked that you'd find them shit-faced by the time you'd arrive. And sure enough, as soon as Arthur, Micah, Bill, Karen and you entered the saloon, you saw the two boys giggling at a table with some women.

All of you were having a good time. Time passed quickly and the group split up after drinking a couple of rounds together. Arthur had gone upstairs to ‘waste some money’ (as Micah had mocked him) playing Blackjack, Karen left with some fella, and you were stuck with Sean, who was talking nonsense. After a couple more shots, the smell of sweat and strong whiskey stopped to bother you, you were in for a fun night. The later the hour, the fuller the saloon. The floor was covered with the red dust from the street and the mood improved tremendously when someone started to play the piano.

Arthur had downed a couple of bottles of beer, filling him with reckless courage. It was just enough to feel tipsy and be braver when it came to betting on the Blackjack table, not enough to be a complete fool but make somewhat decent decisions. The last time he had seen you and the rest of the company, you were at the bar, drinking and laughing. He didn't know that by now, you were there alone, fighting off man by man that dared to make crude advances towards you.

"Care for a dance, Miss?", the man was suddenly so close, you almost jumped. He reeked of alcohol and his shirt was stained with bits of food and drink.

"I'm good thanks", you replied briefly, an annoyed tone in your voice. He would run off as quickly as the others, you thought, but you were wrong.

"C'mon I ain't asking for much", suddenly his sweaty hand was on your arm and as he attempted to pull you closer to some free dancing floor in the middle of the saloon. You kicked him strong enough to loosen the grip. The heat had become stifling and though your judgement was clouded, you felt the tension in the air. The movements in the saloon, the coughs, the cigarette smoke... You were drunk, a bit too drunk for that sort of confrontation.

"Get your crusty hands off of me!", you yelled. And already, you had a small group forming around you. They knew that this was going to become a fight.

"Why-", the man started with a grin, ready to drop a snarky remark.

"'cause I'll cut your damn balls off if you touch me again!", and because you let your hand hover over your knife, out of habit and sense of protection, your opponent saw it as an invitation and pulled out his hunting knife before you even had a chance to calm the situation. Not that you would have wanted to. You were boiling with rage by now.

Someone shoved you closer to your opponent and in the blink of an eye, the brawl was on. You were still fumbling for your knife when you had to dodge the first attack. As if being drunk didn't make it hard enough, the other bystanders weren’t content with just watching and cheering. You were constantly pushed by mostly drunk men in boots and sweaty shirts, who found it exhilarating to see two people fight for their lives. Hell - seeing a woman fight.

After he had landed a punch in your face, your focus was shattered and replaced by white-hot rage. It was only a matter of pure instinct, of fighting to survive. You stumbled backwards, still lashing out with your fist and knife as if for some reason you were hoping to do any damage that way. Your vision kept going black and you slipped on the dirty floor. Flashes of colour and movement intermingled with the cheering crowd and your screaming.

You couldn't tell how long it kept going, but you knew it was over when you felt something slice through your abdomen. Then, all of a sudden, you crouched on the floor face down and had to work hard to sit up. Not much time could have passed because...? You weren't sure. Nobody pretended like there was a fight anymore, but when your hand felt for the wet fabric of your shirt that was bothering you, it only felt slick blood.

"Shit...", as your eyes roamed the saloon, you found no familiar faces. You heaved yourself up the stairs in the hope of finding the only man who you knew was somewhat capable of helping you. You released a shaky breath as you saw Arthur's hat. He had his back turned towards you as he still sat at the Blackjack table. With all the strength you could muster, you stood up and stumbled closer.

"Morgan?", you tried to sound firm, but at this point you were fighting against losing consciousness.

"Not now. I got a good hand", Arthur stared down at his Blackjack in front of him, impatiently waiting for the rest of the players to make their moves, betting on the chance that he would be the only one with a blackjack in this round.

"Arthur-", you tried again, but he ignored you. It was only when the dealer halted to look at you that Arthur turned around, pissed for the intrusion.

"I said: Not now god damnit!", Arthur had barely finished scolding you when his eyes got big at the blood soaking your shirt at your side. Then he scrambled to his feet, as if someone had poked him with a hot iron.

"What happened?", he asked, approaching you quickly.

"I lost a fight", you grunted.

Arthur carefully peeled your hand away from the wound to assess the damage: "We gotta get ya to a doctor."

"No! No doctor."

"That wasn't a suggestion, y/n", Arthur stated firmly.

"Please", you whined, "You can manage that, can't you?"

Arthur looked you up and down before he offered an arm for support and led you down the stairs: "Where are the others? Where's Karen?"

"Went off a while ago."

"Micah?"

"I have no fucking clue."

"Len-", Arthur started but you interrupted him by yelling, "I don't fucking know!"

"Christ, calm down woman", Arthur demanded in a harsh tone. He was stressed. He would have much preferred to have Miss Grimshaw here to look after you. Suddenly, your vision went black and you missed the last step of the flight of stairs. Arthur was there to catch you and quickly picked you up into his arms. At this point, you were too weak to protest.

Arthur hurried to the bar.

"Got a free room?"

He felt his blood pressure rise as he watched the bartender lazily scanning his book for a free register.

"2b", he finally said, and Arthur released his breath, "But if you get it dirty you pay the cleaning fee!"

"Sure", Arthur mumbled with his back already turned towards the bartender and hurrying off to the room.

"Have you got something on you to stitch you up? Some first aid kit?", Arthur asked while he struggled to open the door to the room with you in his arms.

You only shook your head.

"What? Not even on your horse?!", Arthur seemed perplexed at you confession. He lowered you onto the bed, surprisingly carefully.

"No", you grunted. You rested on your side with the deep cut on top to give Arthur better access. Your hands were still clutching the wound through the shirt.

"Why?!", Arthur asked befuddled. If he asked stupid questions to annoy or play with you - you weren't having it. You fought for your dear life to not pass out. The truth was, Arthur was just damn apprehensive. Helplessly and distressed he looked around in the room before he took a breath and squatted next to the bed.

"'mkay let me have a proper look at it", he mumbled with a sigh. You felt like you couldn't move at all, but the man seemed to understand and carefully peeled your hands off, squeezing them lightly as he placed them where they wouldn't be in the way. Then he lifted your shirt, rolling it up high enough to have a good look at the wound.

You watched him in the corner of your eye, trying hard to make sense of his expression.

"I'll get the med kit from my horse", Arthur explained calmly, a concentrated and cold expression on his face. A whimper made him halt in the process of standing up.

Arthur wasn't sure if you had said something, but he thought he had seen your lips move.

"What?", he asked, looking down at you.

"Don't leave", you whispered in a shaky voice.

There was nobody in the world that could have convinced you that Arthur was going to come back. No, getting the med kit from his horse surely was an excuse to leave, to leave you here to slowly bleed out. Because if you were being honest, why should he help you? Nobody had ever helped you just for the sake of it.

Arthur thought that he had never seen you so pathetic. He had never dreamed about seeing you this desperate,...this dependent.

"You want me to stitch you up or not?", Arthur asked.

"You aren't coming back", you complained, totally sure of it.

"You might deserve to be left bleeding out, but that doesn't mean I'll let that happen", Arthur teased. When he saw you were in no constitution to take a joke, he went on: "I'm jus' joking...I'll be back before you count to twenty."

And with that said, he hurried out of the room. You closed your eyes, still not convinced that he'd be back...but you weren't sure if you had passed out for a minute or if you had just blinked real slowly, but when you opened your eyes again, Arthur was right there in front of you, moving and shoving your body to get you into a good position.

"Ya can't read, can't count. Hell, I'm wondering if ya have something in that brain of yours worth savin’", Arthur smirked when he finally had you the position he needed you.

Though his words were harsh and teasing, he didn't handle you like that at all. When he cut open the shirt that was covering parts of your wound, he was nothing but gentle, careful to not have his cold blade touch your skin or yank on your shirt. With half-lidded eyes you watched as he went to wash his hands in the little water bowl on the table and then soaked a towel fresh in alcohol.

"This gonna hurt a little. Won't be the worst part, though", Arthur warned before he started to clean your wound. You answered with some painful huffs. When you groaned as he poured some alcohol on it, staining the already red coloured bed sheet he mumbled a: "Don't start enjoyin' this too much."

You grinded your teeth, hissing: "Like I want your dirty hands on me!"

"I can always stop if ya'd prefer that, Missy", he said, briefly stopping his actions, though the burn of the alcohol still lingered.

"Fuck you, Morgan", you groaned.

"Besides, my hands are now cleaner than I've ever seen yours so why don't ya shut up", Arthur stated, concentrating on getting the needle and thread out.

He had a point. Your hands were dirty most of the time, but not because you didn't wash them. Because you were hard working. As soon as you had gutted an animal for Pearson, you'd be called to search for herbs around camp. Then you played with Jack in the mud and later cared for your horse’s coat. Admittedly, your hands were in a particularly rough state at the moment. Bloody from holding your stomach and bruised from hitting your opponent. For a brief second you wondered how he had ended up and if you had caused some damage.

Arthur's hands were...warm, you noticed. One of his hands rested on your hip to keep you steady, though you hadn't moved in a while, the other one held the needle. There was no reason for his hand resting there, it just did. It grounded you. It made your breathing calm down. And besides the pain and anxiety being overwhelming, you still felt it.

"Listen, I'm gonna start now. Uhm- you got a bandana on you?", he asked as he scanned your clothes, finding none. You managed to shake your head weakly.

Arthur put down the needle. Then you felt his hand leave your body, what remained was a warm spot on your skin that quickly cooled down. You watched as Arthur took the bandana off which had been around your neck.

"Ya need something to bite on", Arthur explained and makes a little ball of the fabric.

"As if I'm not suffering enough, now I gotta choke on your sweat too", you whispered complainingly.

"Trust me, it's better than biting your lip...", Arthur considered for a second. Your lip was already fucked up, apparently the gentleman you were fighting with had landed a good blow, but he chose to ignore that: "Don't ya worry, I'm not thrilled about you drooling all over it too."

And with that you opened your mouth willingly for him to place the bandana in, still lying on your hands.

"This gonna hurt but ya keep still", Arthur stated matter-of factly. If Arthur had felt the effects of the alcohol while he was spending money gambling, he felt more than sober now. All of his skill and concentration was required, and he was relived his body was doing its part to make that happen when he finally poked the needle through your skin.

The pain was excruciating, a white-hot agony that seemed to spread from the wound to every nerve in your body. As the needle pierced your skin, you were glad you had some fabric between your teeth or you would have surely gritted them hard enough to make them shatter.

You were only half-conscious, the whiskey you'd been drinking earlier seemed to have left you completely, doing little to dull the pain. You felt the blood trickling down your skin, your sweat that poured off your forehead blurring your vision even more than the pain already did.

All you heard was Arthur. You couldn't make out a single word he was saying. Your mind blurred everything around you. But you understood his gentle tone. His hands moved swiftly and carefully. When you dared to look down, you saw them working with precision, as if he had done it a hundred times before. And he probably had.

"Ya know yer damn stupid for not having at least some bandages on you", suddenly his voice wasn't that gentle anymore, and suddenly your mind decided to let you understand him again.

"Why would ya do that? You know in this line of work...", Arthur went on and looked at you for a moment while you were glaring back at him. His eyes were telling a whole god damn story, a story you were to knocked out to decipher.

"You look like shit", he said friendly. He knew you couldn't talk back, you couldn't fight back, hell, you wouldn't even complain because he was in the process of saving your life. You threw your head back in protest, rolling your eyes as another piercing pain spread through your body.

It was a slow and painstaking process, each stitch feeling like an eternity of agony. You could feel yourself slipping away, the edges of your vision turning black as your body tried to escape the pain. And then you felt a hand lightly slapping your cheek.

"I'd like that back", Arthur murmured as he waited for you to open your mouth more so he could pull the bandana out. When he held it between two fingers, you smiled tiredly. Him complaining about your saliva while his hands were covered in your blood was somewhat ironic, enough to make your lips curl into a smile. Then suddenly, your face dropped.

"I don't want to die", you whispered hoarsely.

"I'm afraid you'll make it", Arthur answered. He takes a wet but clean end of the towel to gently wipe your face, cleaning it from sweat and blood.

"Yer an idiot for going around and starting fights you can't win", Arthur said as he stood up to wash his hands.

"Well I thought I'd win", you answered weakly. Breathing out and feeling the pain it caused in your abdomen.

"I always knew you had a terrible sense of judgement", he chuckled.

It was surprising that after he had cleaned his hands he came back. He slowly sat on the bed next to you and his hand rested on your back. You felt him drawing small circles with his fingers. It was quiet in the room, besides your heavy breathing and the bustling saloon behind the door.

Arthur halted when his fingers felt a scar on your back. You couldn't stop him from leaning back and looking.

"Jesus...y/n", he commented. You sighed.

Your back was full of scars and old wounds, you knew that. Arthur hadn't known, obviously, only a few people really knew about this.

"What are those?", he asked. His hands intriguingly wandered all over your back which was scattered with small burn marks and scars. They weren't particularly huge or nasty, but they were there.

"You try growing up as a girl in the Bell family", you murmured with half-closed eyes staring into the nothingness of the room.

"Ya tellin' me that Micah-"

"Some of them. But they are old. Doesn't matter", you stated briefly, "besides, I now got a new one to worry about."

It came in waves, the pain. Just after you had said your last sentence, you thought you’d finally drift off to sleep, but then it shoots through your body and almost makes you scream in agony. Arthur’s hand took your smaller, beaten up ones, held it tightly and mumbled: “It’s gonna be okay.”

You knew you didn’t deserve this. Arthur sat there like the babysitter you had always mocked him not to be, and yet he wiped your face ever so often to get rid of the sweat and tears which you couldn’t stop from forming in the corner of your eyes and rolling over your cheek.

“Why are you still here?”, you managed to ask after a while of fighting another wave of pain off.

“Jus’ checking if ya make it through the next hour”, Arthur answered sarcastically. He knew he’d never see the end of it if you caught on to the fact that Arthur had felt an unusual strong fear of losing you. A couple of weeks ago, when the two of you had fought, he had felt guilty for sending you away and was glad to find out you hadn't wandered off, but this was different. You had almost died…in his care.

The man swallowed as he observed you. Your eyes were now closed and your chest barely moved with your weak breathing. He had never thought when he first met you, that you could be this fragile and vulnerable. You would slap him for even thinking that, Arthur thought and smiled at the thought. He wanted to be there for you, to protect you.

"'Course...why the one who'd draw on me for feelin' like that...", he mumbled to himself.

So he’d sit there for a while and hold your hand, check your breathing ever so often and hope that some of the colour would return to your face.

The next morning you would wake up alone in the blood-stained bed. And someone would knock and come in to collect you – Miss Grimshaw and Charles. And you’ll find that all the expenses have been paid and that Miss Grimshaw was perfectly filled in on the happenings of last night, so she kept scolding you while you had not enough stregth to fight Charles carrying you to the wagon they had brought. But your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

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Marina x Octoling reader (before octo expansion) where they meet and they just bond over being Octolings? Like nobody knows that Octolings aren’t Inklings so I think it’d be really cool with they could just bond about that type of stuff! Sorry i don’t know how to put my thoughts into words 😭

A different kind of Inkfish (Marina x Octoling!Reader)

You were sitting outside of Crusty Sean's food truck, you stared at the menu as you felt eyes on you. Sweat dripped from your head as you adjusted your hat, making sure your rounded ears couldn't be seen. You were surprised you've gotten away with it for so long. Suddenly, however you saw an Inkling staring at your hair, tilting their head ever so curiously.

"Your hair.." The inkling spoke up. Oh GOD. This is it you're gonna be exposed as an octoling and be sent back it's SO OVER-

"I love how exotic it is!" The inkling smiled "How did you get your suction cups to appear on the outside like that?"

"It's uh.." you felt your throat get dry "It's a species thing."

You weren't TECHICALLY lying.

"OH COOL! Nice to see a squid with cool features! Keep being fresh!" The inkling beamed as they walked off.

You let out a sigh as you placed a drink ticket on the table. With a smile, Sean took your food ticket and got to work. Pressing your back against the food cart, you let out a breath. You could finally relax..

Just then, however you saw as a figure approached you. She had a pair of clunky headphones, cyan fingertips, and a leather jacket. But the thing you INSTANTLY took notice of was the suction cups on the outside of her locks.

You almost fell over in shock and she noticed. Then she noticed the same suction cups on your hair. There was at least a solid minute of you two just staring at each other.. at this that's what it felt like. You had heard of Marina but you never expected to meet her in person.

"Ah! I uh.." Marina scanned over your outfit and noticed a squid sisters pin "A fellow Squid Sisters fan! Fresh! We should totally sit together!" trying to subtly hint something.

You got what she was laying down and proceeded to nod.

You two grabbed your drinks and sat down, a little bit away from the inklings, enough that they wouldn't overhear anything. Marina checked around before looking at you with her emerald eyes.

"Okay so.. you're an octoling, right?" You whispered, pointing at her suction cups.

"YES!" She said with a hint of relief, she fiddled with her headphones.

There was a collective sigh between you two as you slouched your backs a bit. Marina fiddled with her straw, trying to think of what to talk about first.

"It's so nice to meet a fellow octoling!" Marina smiled at you, her fangs showing off in the daylight.

"Me too! It's been so hard just.. lying that I'm a different species of squid." You tapped your hand against your plastic cup, excitedly.

"Do you get people saying your hair looks exotic?" Marina points out.

"ALL. THE TIME." You laughed a bit.

You two exchanged some conversations about being and Octoling and the struggles of having to adjust to inkopolis. You found yourselves with a pair of empty cups, still sitting at the picnic table.

Marina looked at her phone and her eyes widened "Oh ink I gotta dash!". She rubbed the back of her neck, not wanting to stop talking to you.

You nodded "Alright!". You were a little sad that the conversation was ending but it looked like Marina had an idea.

The cyan octoling looked left and right and looked around in her pockets and grabbed a napkin. She then proceeded to get out a pen and wrote.. was that her number?

"Here! It's always nice to talk to a fellow squid sisters fan.." Marina handed you the napkin and winked.

You grabbed the napkin as you watched Marina walk away. As you got up and walked in another direction, you felt less alone in Inkopolis.

#x reader oneshot #x reader requests #x reader #splatoon #splatoon x reader #marina x reader #marina splatoon

[ava-imagines]

Request: "I liked the Pokémon head cannon post you did for Cynthia first of all. I’m wondering if you can do this. A Splatoon Callie x Reader. Like it’s centered around this piece of dialogue she says I saw. She said in that post “It looks like you’ve worked a total of 618 jobs for Grizzco Industries! You should use all that money to buy me dinner sometime!”

Like I imagine with that one there is some romantic tension but the two kinda skirt around the issue. As she says that the reader says yes much to her and Marie’s surprise."

Oh of course!! This sounds like a sweet request!! And I'm glad you liked the Cynthia one 😊

Callie x Reader: Take me out to dinner? 💝🎀

You were one of Callie's friends, to start things off. You weren't much of a Turf War person, but you really liked doing shifts for Grizzco Industries

In fact, you had done over 618 jobs for the bear and had gotten quite alot of cash! (Alot of Inklings weren't sure how you found yourself loving the job, but they didn't judge)

One day, you were just sitting in the square having a drink you had bought from Crusty Sean (Main-Saving Lemon to be exact) and suddenly you heard a voice calling "Hey, Y/N!!" You looked up to see Callie with Marie following her behind, the popstar idols that were better known as the Squid Sisters.

Callie sat down beside you and you both instantly started talking to eachother about stuff (Songs, Fashion, Memories, ect.)

However, when you mentioned that you worked for Grizzco Industries, Callie's eyes lit up when you mentioned that you've worked over 618 shifts. Not to mention you've managed to earn quite alot of money!

Callie was surprised, she didn't like doing shifts for Mr. Grizz (Possibly due to her girly nature) but she knew you were a total pro when it came to the Salmon Run shifts

Callie suddenly looked into your eyes, batting her eyes saying "You know, perhaps you should buy me dinner sometime with all that money you've earned!"

Marie was about to facepalm before saying to Callie she can't ask people to buy her dinner when you suddenly said "Of course!"

Both cousins were surprised, Marie was about to say something but Callie squealed in delight and hugged you going "Yay!! Thank you Y/N!!" Heck, she even gave you a kiss on the cheek, making your face go redder than an enemy Octoling's ink!

The moment looked so cute, not even Marie could resist taking a picture of you both

And later that night, you and Callie both went out for a romantic meal hand in hand.

There! I hope you liked it!! :)

#splatoon #splatoon x reader #callie cuttlefish #splatoon callie

[viktorybell]

If I’m Honest

Marina x Pearl

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: none

Prompt: 50 Ways to Say “I Love You” (deity-prompts) #35 “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest” 

“It’s me and you against the world, ‘Rina!” Pearl cheers, throwing her arms up in a quick celebratory pose before leaning forward in her seat towards her co-host. “Let’s wake the sleepin’ giants with our sloppy sonic science!”

Across from Pearl, Marina sniffles, dabbing at her eyes gently as she responds, “Yeah, let’s bring our bumpin’ beats to the oceans and streets!”

“Our splatfests may be coming to an end, but Off the Hook is just getting started!” Pearl kicks her legs up as she spins in her host's chair, Marina informing their audience where they can find their gifts for participating in their final Splatfest. “Until next time!”

The two jumped up and joined together for their outro, “Don’t get cooked, stay Off the Hook!!”

Marina watches as her co-host slumps back into her chair, a satisfied grin on her face as she watches their crew celebrate a truly fantastic last Splatfest. As much as they played it up for the camera, Marina is proud of her Pearl for winning. They’ve come so far over the past two years, Marina never thought she could accomplish anything like that. She’d been stuck in OCtavio’s army for what had felt like forever, making weapons that were to be used on the very city she now loved.

But here she was! A star! An Inkopolis Square star with a show she helps run with her closest companion in the whole world! Oh, and here Marina is, getting teary eyed again…

“Everything fresh, ‘Rina?” Pearl asks, scooting to the edge of her seat where Marina was still standing in front of her own host’s chair. “I’m sorry Team Order lost, I can make sure your side of the apartment has NO chaos on it at all, swear!”

“You’re too sweet, Pearlie. I’m ok, I just,” Marina pauses to wipe at her eyes, smiling a shaky smile down at her other half. “Just a li’l overwhelmed is all.”

“Too overwhelmed for our Off the Hook wrap party?!” Pearl springs up from her chair, bouncing excitedly around their set. “Crusty Sean is gonna cater it and even Annie’s gonna be there, and I haven’t seen her ONCE since she started working for Sheldon! Oooh, I wonder if I can get Sheldon to drink enough Ink-well Chillers then maybe I can finally convince him to make that portable Princess Cannon-oh! Or I-”

“Pearlie-”

“Maybe I can convince Annie! We went to school together, I’m sure if I promised to use my cool-rockstar-celebrity influence to get some primo snacks for her clown fish then maybe-”

“Pearlie, I don't think I-”

“Hm. I lied, I actually don’t know what clown fish eat, and if I killed Annie’s fish then I’d probably get banned from Ammo Knights for life. Heh, not that that’s a bad thing. Save me from listenin’ to the old man’s drivel. I swear, that fool can just talk and talk and talk and-”

“Pearl!!” Marina finally raises her voice, fighting to be heard over Pearl’s externalized internal monologue. “Sorry, Pearlie. Just had to get your attention. I don’t…I don’t think I’m gonna come to the wrap party tonight.”

Pearl’s demeanor switched almost immediately, going from hopping around the studio to standing still as ever in front of Marina. A clammy sweat formed on the back of Marina’s neck, she hated to bring down the mood, but today had been…a lot. Between the emotions running high in their last Splatfest special and all the work this Spaltfest has entailed…It’s just too much. Marina’s good in a crisis, less so in a giant dance hall full of inklings just begging to talk to her or to pull her into a dance or sing for them. As much as she’d like to stand by Pearl’s side at that stuffy after party, she’s 90% sure it would trigger an episode right about now.

“Word, ‘Rina. Do you want me to pick up some take-out instead?” Pearl cocks her head to the side, gold eyes clear of judgment or disappointment or anything other than the adoration and affection she held for her co-host and best friend.

“Huh? Take out?” Marina’s face was heating up, Pearl’s eye contact was always intense and made her feel like a clumsy little girl again.

“Yeah! I mentioned Crusty Sean’s earlier, I’ve been cravin’ a Galactic Seanwich all week, but I think there’s gonna be a food truck stoppin’ by too. Crab-n-go I think?” Pearl continued on like Marina wasn’t having a minor conniption. “Ooh, how about a movie? I’ll let you pick this time!”

“No, Pearlie, I mean take out? A movie? What about your wrap party?” Looking down, letting her tentacles fall in her face, Marina turned to stare out through the Inkopolis side windows. “I don’t want you to miss out on a fun night just because I’m…tired tonight.”

Words are hard. The only words that come to Pearl easily are the sick rhymes she writes for her and her ‘Rina’s hot tracks. For as much as Pearl loves to ramble and rap and rhyme, when it comes to expressing herself, expressing how she feels to Marina, she feels she’s fallen short for what feels like the first time in her life. But Pearl would do anything for Marina. She’d move mountains or explode evil telephones or help rescue a super cool secret agent from an underground subway that might, like, actually be the coolest music video back drop ever if they could just-

Pushing through the mental block in her head that stops her from getting mushy on Marina, she grabs both her hands. Marina peeks out from behind her bangs, eyebrows drawn together in worry.

“I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest,” Pearl states simply.

Marina nods her head, almost frantically, gripping Pearl’s hands back and pulling them close to her heart. She also seems at a loss for words. And where silence would normally unsettle Pearl, she found there wasn’t a single place in the world she’d rather be than in front of her partner, asking what she wanted to pick up for dinner.

“Alright,” Marina’s voice was high pitched and strained as she held back from launching into a bear hug and snuggling into Pearl like her life depended on it. “Take out sounds good.”

“And a movie?”

“And a movie,” Marina smiles down at Pearl, pressing a kiss to the back of each of her hands. Pearl lets out an ear piercing squeal that makes Marina thankful for the headphones she never takes off. They come in handy more often than you’d think.

“FRESH yeah!! I heard they just got this new menu item called the Pescatariat Royale!” Pearl rambles on, never letting go of Marina’s hand as they walk out of the studio side-by-side.

There’s paparazzi swarming the building, every Inkopolis reporter and their brother was out there, flashing their cameras and calling out to the stars as they ran to Rina’s dope motorcycle.

For once, her co-host’s hand in hers, Marina just laughed as she ran past the press and hopped on. Pearl immediately tucked in close, wrapping her arm around the other’s waist and throwing out a peace sign as she shouted out her love for their devoted fans.

It was hard to feel bad with Pearl by her side.

#splatoon #splatoon fic #splatoon 2 #pearl splatoon #marina ida #marina splatoon #off the hook #pearlrina #satoushio #fanfic #fic #splatoon fanfic #mr viktor writes

[agent8s-ask-blog]

heya 8! what’s ur favorite thing from crusty sean’s food truck?

The Main-Saver Lemon drink! Makes me feel weird, though.

#agent 8 #anonymous

[trink-or-treat]

LIVE FROM WAHOO WORLD, THE SPLATOWEEN BALL IS OPEN

THE MOMENT YOU HAVE WAITED FOR ALL YEAR IS HERE, AT LAST!

However, we have certains rules and guidelines; city of chaos be damned - our main sponsor wanted to make sure everything was clear cut. HAHAHA.

- Entrance is free to everyone. All donations gathered during the event will be given to our charity partners in Inkopolis and Splatsville.

- Access to Wahoo World rides is also free to all participants for the duration of the event. Remember to ride and play safely - we wouldn’t want an accident to happen. “You must be this tall to ride” signs are not a suggestion, they’re an obligation.

- Several food and drink concessions are on sight, and they will accept tickets gotten from (what’s her name. Marigold, right) Marigold’s kiosk. Crusty Sean tickets from Inkopolis Square will also be able to be turned-in.

- No unauthorizing brawling, ink-combats or other, allowed during the event outside of the already scheduled combats. Leave your worries outside.

- No jumpscares, triggering imagery or content unsuitable to kids allowed on site. Remember that this is a family event.

- Do not leave your children unattended under any circumstance. The organisation committee has several parents on it, and they would seriously curse you if you leave your kid alone.

- Alcohol consumption is restricted to the Ballroom and Pub areas, and the usual laws concerning drinking age do apply to this Splatoween party. Drink responsibly - misbehavior will absolutely end you punished by our organisation committee.

(Can the organisation committee actually curse people? That’s up in the air, but I don’t think you want to mess with it. If they successfully managed to raise children, they must be some kind of magical)

- There will be some participation awards for the whole given on November 1st, so make sure to make your presence known on social media! But even if you don’t go home with a trophy, remember that you are special and that we value every single participant.  

If you have any questions, do not be shy - we are here to answer them!

Thanks so much and HAPPY SPLATOWEEN.

[slicksquid]

hello, crusty sean. I am heading into turf war and I need your strongest drinks.

[brella-boi]

Question 11 for... Mint!! From the detailed of questions!!

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they vegeterian? Vegan? Any allergies?

So like, this question is hard because the world has a fucked up food pyramid to begin with HSHEISKW theres no pork or beef. Mostly just avian meat, and even then its mostly just pigeon and chicken if youre lucky. Maybe something 'exotic' like duck if someone is brave. The meat i feel would be mostly substituted by unevolved fish, reptiles and insects.

WITH THAT IN MIND, Mint would be considered pescaterian by these standards!! They love sushi to bits and go a little insane for it. Grilled/cooked fish is a slightly more rare thing for them to eat.

They won't touch insects!! And fried stuff is hard on their tummy so they stay mostly away but if its offered they wont turn their nose up at it (unless its insects. Imagine getting server fried crickets.) They once had the biggest crusty sean meal and couldnt leave bed for two days lol. I don’t think they’d touch reptile meat either.

But Mint LOVES pastry. Theyre a sweet freak. Any and all kinds. Their taste is so varied and changes weekly that barely anyone can guess what they like. The strangest part about this is that Mint drinks their coffee pure black. No milk no sugar. Freak behaviour

#thank you!!!! #i never thought about allergies so for now they got none but that may change in the future!! #mint #askgame #ask #octo-senpai

[squidbeak-asktoon]

all agents !! what are your favorite colors and foods/drinks?

(jay) i'm not too sure! i feel like i enjoy each colour equally? if i had to choose one, though, it would probably be red-pink! and my favourite food is whatever crusty sean's got going on... all his food is so good and i would lay down my life for a galactic schwaffle any day of the week

(four) YELLOW yellow it's yellow!! i love yellow and orange so much :D i really like anything baked, but my favourite food is probably strudels! they were the first big thing i learned to make when i started living on my own though, so i miiiiiight be a little biased :']

(amber) since i arrived to the surface, i have not found a favourite colour. i do not think i could choose any specific one that i like better than the rest. it's all so vibrant and beautiful! i love it all. same goes for food, but i am pretty partial to spicier food! callie introduced me to it about a couple weeks after i arrived, and it has been a staple of my diet since.

(neo) i dunno. probably red? maybe blue? obviously i like red since that's what i chose for my regular ink colour, but i do like the colour of the sky when it's clear. a lot prettier than the fake stuff in the domes. for food, i haven't eaten a lot, but i do like lemonade. jay brought some one day when we had lunch after the alterna incident, and i think it's pretty good.

(ember) OH i like green a lot!!!! reminds me of my school :P but also that marie lady is really nice to me and she's green so i guess i have something else to associate green with! for food i'm not allowed to go grab it myself since i'm "an illegal resident of splatsville" and "also 11 years old" BUT jay picks stuff up from the battle tower for me whenever they go play tableturf!!! my favourite from there has gotta be the salty melon special!!

#answer.txt #nss.txt #jay.txt #four.txt #amber.txt #neo.txt #ember.txt #i think i got their speech patterns down!! i hope theyre discernable

[toriel-2]

saving wearing wasabi tabis+nylon vintage jacket+crusty sean hat from wandercrust for swim speed up drink so i can be fast as fuck

[anemonequeen-moved]

anyway since im the only one creating wizard lore for splatoon

in the splatoon world, potions and alchemy are considered mundane skills. most bartenders and chefs can mix a potion. in fact, those drinks you get from crusty sean are essentially potions with fruit juice in them

[thepizzalovingturtle]

I like Splatoon but I've given up trying to rationalize the lore and fine details of its setting and characters.  

Guys, I still don't know what the acceptable water intake for Inklings and Octolings is.  

Putting a mini-rant in here, for the love of God do not read because I’m sure plenty of this was probably answered in an interview somewhere or is implied in a Sunken Sea Scroll or piece of dialogue somewhere, this is just me getting it all out.  

Also there are spoilers.

What’s the threshold before water goes from “okay to touch” to “do not submerge”?  Is ice and snow still okay to touch for Inklings and Octolings until they melt?  If not, then how and what do they drink or bathe?  Did the Octarians in Octavio’s army ever get to better their society or are they still screwed?  After Splatoon 1 and 2, do Inkopolis Plaza and Square get abandoned in-canon or are there still people hanging out there?  We know about Annie, Crusty Sean and Sheldon but what about Jelonzo and Jelfonzo?  Are they still hanging out somewhere close to the location the players are or are they chilling with other jellyfish away from here?  I’m hung up on Splatoon 1, but what about Splatoon 2′s Flow, Craymond, and Bisk?  What are they up to?  If Octo Valley and Octo Canyon were THAT far from Inkopolis Plaza and Inkopolis Square, why did no one ever notice or point it out?  Was it a government cover-up or something?  Or do the Inklings in Inkopolis not care about anything that isn’t trendy or something?  Are they going to talk about Agent 4 again or are they such a country bumpkin that they just don’t really care about being a part of the plot going forward?  Can Inklings and Octolings Super Jump whenever they want or do they need to be in a match or have a Beakon or specialized device to Super Jump?   How far does a Super Jump go?  Do the Zapfish Plushies actually generate electricity or was that just a gag?  Since Frye and Shiver’s squid and octopus souls could be seen floating back into the things, does that mean respawning is definitely canon and can be used by anybody anywhere as long as they set up a respawn platform?  Does Agent 8 actually live with 4 since it’s never shown where 8 lives after reaching the surface?  After the mammal stuff, what happens to all the Octarian troops under Octavio?  Are they okay now?  How much in the interviews and art books can definitively be considered canon?  How about the stuff translated for news casts in Splatoon 1, 2, and 3?  

The short answer is probably: “We won’t answer until we want to” and “Who cares?” so I’m not holding my breath.  Mostly.  

I’m still never going to let go of the Inkling-Octoling water weakness until I get the most definitive answer ever delivered.  

#TPLT Thoughts #Splatoon #Splatoon 2 #Splatoon 3

[outlaw-livin]

Hunting Partners: part two

Part one.

The sun was setting when they set up camp, deep in the cumberland forest, off the trail where the nearest living things were the critters in the trees and the fish in the river.

Canned chicken soup and crusty bread was their supper, and Mercy sipped her beer as she watched Arthur scribble away in his journal, leaning against a tree, the flames from the fire cast interesting shadows on his handsome face.

“Whatcha writing cowboy?”

“Drawing the view…the river’s peaceful.”

“Can I see?”

He hesitated, then sighed

“Sure..I ain’t much of an artist..”

He held the journal up, and across the two pages was indeed the view of the camp, both the tents, the fire, the river but in the forefront was Mercy’s own face staring back, sipping from her beer bottle.

“You…drew me?”

“I’ve enjoyed hunting with ya..” 

He closed the journal and tucked away the pencil 

“Even if we ain’t caught much.”

She smiled “It's you, trudging ‘bout in your boots, scaring away everything.”

“Well we can’t all be dainty little things like you, Miss Thomas..” 

“I ain’t dainty, nor little.” 

She stood up and walked over to him, she held out the bottle

“As you well know, Mr Morgan.” 

“Forgive me for not being terrified of someone who can’t reach the top shelf at the store.”

He took the bottle and took a swig, he chuckled 

“And who drinks watered down beer..”

“You don’t wanna be sloshed out here…lots of nasty things in these woods.”

A glint appeared in his eye, half devilish, half predatory 

“Yet you willingly sit down to eat with one.” 

“You are a teddy bear compared to some, Morgan.” 

She sat down in his lap, he made no effort to stop her

“Sure..you’ve killed some folk, but who hasn’t?” 

She took the beer bottle from his hand and brought it to her lips, the bastard had almost drank all that was left.

“I’ve done my fair share of bad deeds…so ya won’t scare me away with the big brooding cowboy act.”

She discarded the beer bottle, it clattered somewhere near the rivers edge.  

“You’re playing with fire, Miss Thomas.” 

He placed his large hands on her waist, they almost fit right away around her, his thumbs almost touching.

“Did that night at camp mean anythin’ or was it just a cold evenin’ and ya wanted some warmth?” 

He stared at her lips, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat.

“Since I first met ya…I felt something…Something I have no right feeling..”  He squeezed her waist “I thought you and Sean had something..but then that night proved me wrong so I guess I was just..”

He sighed and closed his eyes, she could see his long eyelashes up close, blonde and beautiful, just like his hair.

“Mercy..You deserve better than me.”

“Don’t I get to decide that?”

“I’ve got a prize on my head, I can never settle down…never give you a stable home…or children or-”

She cut him off with a kiss, he tasted of beer and tobacco, and chicken soup, bread crumbs were still in his mustache and beard.

“Arthur..I don’t care ‘bout any of that, Would I have moved out of Valentine if I did?”

“You joined the gang because Sean asked..”

“I joined because of the scary cowboy who eyed me over when he brought me to camp, and I stayed when that man saved my life during the train robbery…”

She cupped his face in her hands, tangling her fingers in his soft beard

“I stayed because of you, Arthur.”

“Merc-”

“Don’t.” she kissed the tip of his nose “I’m a big gal Arthur, I’d rather regret us being together then regret never trying.”

He kissed her this time, pulling her closer by her waist so their chests were pressed together, his teeth tugged at her bottom lip and she gasped, opening her mouth just enough for his tongue to dart inside and rub against hers, she moaned, his fingers dug into her waist with such iron grip she wouldn’t be surprised if they left bruises. 

He pulled away, she whined, he chuckled 

“We didn’t need to bring two tents after all…” 

His voice was low, desire dripping off every word, she remembered the night in his tent, of how he’d whispered in her ear as she buried her face in his chest, trying not to let out any noise that would attract attention, he’d left her a sweaty mewling mess and then just rolled over and slept, at least this time she wouldn’t have to walk back to her own tent, tail between her legs.

“This time there’s no one around…so you can be as loud as you want..” He kissed her neck “Ya can make all those pretty noises..”

“If you give me reason too..” 

He stood up, holding her waist so she could lock her legs around his thick waist.

“Oh I intend to Miss Thomas…dontcha worry.”

#OC: Mercy Thomas #arthur morgan x oc #red dead redemption oc #red dead fanfic

[jammycooks]

How to make a real-life version of Crusty Sean Quick Jump Orange drink from Splatoon 2. The recipe is below! Watch it in action here.

If you're looking for more Splatoon recipes, check out my playlist here.

What You Need:

Quick Jump syrup:

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup water

1 tsp strawberry drink powder

Dash of vanilla, optional

The rest:

Orange juice

Crushed ice

Seltzer water

In a small saucepan, place sugar and water. Bring to a boil, stir to dissolve all the sugar.

Add in your drink powder and whisk to dissolve. Pour into a squirt bottle and allow to cool completely in the fridge.

To assemble a drink: Place a little crushed ice in a drink glass. Pour on orange juice and top off with a little seltzer. Drizzle with quick jump syrup and allow to drizzle down, no need to mix it in. Drink immediately.

#gaming #splatoon #splatoon 2 #crusty sean #crusty sean drinks

[apostleoforder]

every single being in inkopolis that doesn’t feed on microorganisms: crusty sean why can’t we just buy your food and drinks with real money

sean: if you try to put a price on my fucking food i will kill you. figure it out

#splatoon #splatoon 2