my lil concept 4 inkfish big man!!! the bestest guy
[image description: a drawing of an inkling version of big man from splatoon 3. in this design, big man is a dark-skinned, fat inkling with short grey and red bobbed tentacle hair. he has a triangle goatee, three piercings on one ear, white splotches all over his body, a white tattooed streak running down from his lower lip, and yellow fingertips. he is wearing black gaucho pants with a silver manta ray-shaped buckle that's holding up a bright red transparent sash around his waist, red shoes, his headpiece, and no shirt. on the right, there is a detailed, colored drawing done of him in the official splatoon art style, and to the left are messy doodles of him smiling and giving a thumbs up to the viewer and him sitting on the ground. end id]
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It's a miracle that the van survives Eddie abandoning it; Eddie had almost given it up for a lost cause, but when Steve found it and tidied it up, brought it to the Harrington driveway without a care for how it might look, he realises just how much he missed it.
Because it's a part of him. There's old cassettes in there he never would've gotten back otherwise, leftover school notes where he's scrawled ideas for campaigns in the margins, memories of when he'd have a bad day and know that after last period, he'd still be able to drive home and scream along to a song to his heart's content—and damn it, he's sentimental.
Still, no amount of fondness will temper his frustration when the van sputters and stalls as he puts his keys in the ignition.
He slams a hand down on the steering wheel. "Fuck's sake."
From outside, Steve raps on the passenger window. Eddie gestures for him to come in.
"I checked it all out," Steve says, frowning, and he rubs one fingertip briefly on the keys like it's good luck. "Should be fine. Just needs some encouragement, I guess."
"The van," Eddie says flatly, stubbornly not revealing that he addresses both of his guitars as if they're sentient.
Steve ignores him, pats on the dashboard like he's an enthusiastic coach. "Come on," he says, and then he definitely says something else, but it's drowned out as Eddie starts the engine again.
And they're off—the engine is far from quiet, spluttering and groaning away, but that's kind of how it's always been. It's reassuring. Comforting.
And right now, Eddie only cares about one thing.
"What did you just say?" he says, fighting a shark like grin.
"Hmm?" Steve says.
Butter wouldn't melt, Eddie thinks affectionately. "Harrington, you said something. You were talking to the fucking van, and you—"
"No idea what you're talking about," Steve lies.
"Steve," Eddie says, then draws it out obnoxiously. "Steeeeve. Please tell me."
"Oh, for god's—"
"Pretty please? I'll never ask you for anything else ever ever ever—"
"Okay, that's blatantly untrue, dude."
"—ever again! Please?"
Steve sighs. Shifts in his seat. Looks out the window. He mutters what sounds like one word, two syllables.
Eddie can't make him out under the rumble of the engine. "Huh?"
Steve sighs again, turns to Eddie and says through clenched teeth, "Chitty."
And Eddie has to stop the van before they're even halfway down the street, roaring with laughter.
Because, at some point throughout Eddie's many occasions tearing out the high school parking lot, Steve had recognised the unique sound of the van—enough to give it a nickname, even if it was just in his head.
Until now.
He'd called the van Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
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STARBOYS⭐️
i’m literally obsessed with how these turned out
i accidentally went crazy and did two different versions for rex cuz i’m a whore
which boys would you like to see next? LMK!!
like and reblog to save a graphic designer’s life <3
edit: i’m noticing they are a little dark on the phone screen probably should have switched them to RGB instead of CMYK by bad
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