MEET MARK, the amazing he/him 19 year old twink that is known all throughout splatsville! The goofy ah disco dancer loves men and loves to party! He's actually really sweet and has a good heart, will take care of anybody who needs help.
He doesn't have any relations to other OCS, he was just a meme octoling that I created with friends one day and is now under the name of Mark.
I need agent 4 to appear in side order soooo badly I do not care in what context I just need to put Jim and Mark in the same room please please I'm desperate
listen I saw a post this morning and I blacked out and now we're here....enjoy the filth (aka oral m receiving and implied masturbation)
Tessa pulled off of him with a soft pop, looking up at him with saliva glistening on the corners of her mouth and eyes half-lidded. “Keep the ice on y’r hand, bubs.”
“Y-Y’re not makin’ it — easy,” Rhett replied, voice pitchy and breathless as she kissed at his pelvic bone.
She had the audacity to smile almost bashfully as she turned her face into his hip. Rhett really didn’t think he deserved this. Locked in the one-person bathroom, back pressed against the door with his jeans around his boots, his almost-girlfriend getting her knees dirtied and marked up just to please him. A thank-you, she called it as she dragged him into the bathroom.
Rhett didn’t need thanking for punching that guy in the face — three times. He put his hands where they didn’t belong and called Tessa things he should have prayed to God for forgiveness for. Should have prayed to Rhett for forgiveness for as he was dragged out of the Pit Bar by the back of his shirt. Rhett, with all that anger and fury bubbling beneath his skin, wanted to keep hitting him. Wanted to follow him out into the parking lot and make him apologize over and over until Rhett was satisfied.
But then Tessa put her hand around his wrist. Looked up at him with gratitude and fear in her eyes — and all thoughts of that asshole left his mind. She was the only thing that mattered. He was practically putty in her hold as she pulled him over to the bar and asked for a bag of ice for his already reddening knuckles.
Moldable and malleable and willing to do whatever she wanted. Even as she wrapped her lips around his leaking cock and took as much of him in her mouth as she could.
“Fu-uck, sunshine,” he breathed, the back of his head hitting the wooden door with an audible thunk.
The ice slipped from his red and aching knuckles again, but neither of them cared as it tumbled to the floor. A crunch and a splat on the busted tile. Not when he was slipping cold and wet fingers into her hair.
He sighed, “Too good t’me.”
She hummed around him, hands digging into the meat of his thighs as she bobbed her head. Drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. It took nearly all of Rhett’s willpower to pick his head up from the door and look down at her. She looked beautiful — just like he thought she would. Even in the dim, nearly flickering light of that bathroom. Mouth full of his cock, no one elses, his. There were tears in her eyes when she looked up at him through those thick lashes. And he couldn’t help the soft groan and little buck of his hips, pushing him further into her mouth, that had her moaning and gagging around him.
“O-Oh, shit —” He gripped her hair a little tighter, forced her to keep still even as that surprisingly devilish tongue kept working him. “C’n I keep goin’, baby? So close…”
Tessa nodded as best she could. Relaxed her jaw even as her nails dug further into his flesh. Prepping herself for what was to come. Rhett, with all the gentleness he could muster while his cock ached for release, put his other hand on the side of her face. Then he began to rock gently into her mouth.
“So good, Tess, fuck — mouth feels so good.”
He was babbling now and he didn’t even know it. Grunting and talking and praising as he worked his hips harder, faster. And Tessa just sat there and took it, moaning and gagging and tears streaming down her cheeks. He didn’t even notice the hand that had slipped beneath the skirt of her dress.
Not until his spine went rigid against the door and he was spilling into her mouth. And she swallowed it all dutifully — let him stay in her mouth until it hurt just enough for him to hiss and grin.
“Oh, sunshine,” he whispered when he finally came back to himself and noticed what she was doing.
Rocking into her own hand with her forehead rested on his hip.
For your ocs that can fly/float - If they were hovering, minding their own business/completely focused on something else, how easy would they get pulled down if their interest just jumped and grabbed onto their leg?
Because Krulu and Miara are Siadar and I’m assuming they can fly (?) - they’d shrunken down to human size because of the task they were preoccupied with.
Vinnel can float and "fly" to a good distance upwards. He's mastered this over the years and will use it to show off very often. Especially because, somedays, it actually hurts him to try to walk normally. You're more likely to pull him down by the leg, and it takes a great deal of strength coming from a human usually. Someone like Morell might be able to splat him on the ground with one well-timed pull, but at most, you will only get him to hover a few inches down. Don't tug too often, or Vinnel will decide you need to see things from a different perspective. Like twelve feet off the ground.
Krulu and Miara prefer to alter the world around them than to resort to flying/floating. It's a mark of dignity and power to make sure the laws of reality bend to you, as opposed to adapting to them yourself. It's a message, an indicator of status. You can never hope to move them on your own, if they're determined, no matter the size.
Belo flies easily and often, if you can withstand the gusts of wing propelled by his wings, then tugging him down is a possibility, but his warrior instincts might flare and the power could potentially lash out in very severe ways. You do not want to destabilize an angel of the warrior cast. Ever.
Jonesy can step-stone into the air for a limited amount of time that requires a decent amount of magic. Tugging him down doesn't just require grabbing his leg, you need to shove. It's very likely said action will just summon new stepping stones for him and not directly cause him to fall or get closer to you. Get ready for your thorough chastising.
If Catalina was lighter, she'd probably glide properly. She's thick and stacked however, so it's kind of a distant possibility for now. It would be very easy to tug her down however. She'd bitch and moan about it though, naturally. No one likes landing face-first on the ground.
Pebble. Oh poor Pebble. The most he can do is very poorly glide around, which usually means he's colliding into things left and right. Luckily, he's rock-fucking solid, so it's not like he's going to keel over in pain. You likely don't have the time to destabilize or pull Pebble to the ground, the gargoyle is likely already plummeting and about to make a crater on the ground- Get out of the vicinity.
SPLAT OCS no way!!! I originally intended to fully color this sheet and all that, but after fighting tooth and nail with my art program to keep this file from corrupting, I’m just gonna save colors and whatnot ‘till the next time I draw them.
One of em is filled with sodium and the other is a cowboy. Both of them reside in an apartment in Splatsville together, alongside a couple other roommates. They are in fish love!!!
Grit (Athirst Apotheosis, Hungering Teeth of the Great Steel Jaw) // She/her // Adult // Salmonling
- Signature color is orange; she has silver and pink scales? Skin? Whatever it is it’s always at least a little grimy
- Grew up near cephalopod society and in Splatlands sewers, hence mimicking their humanoid forms. Followed Curly back to Splatsville to become FRESH
- Born in the maws ancestry to Gullet. Gullet’s a big ol dune-worm style king that swims beneath the map and swallows up large chunks of it as her main gimmick. Grit’s swim form shows off this heritage a lot better. Chomp
- The salmonids’ race-wide death-food cult is more distant from her, but not entirely separated. She continues to cherish food and doesn’t mind participating in turf wars and such despite being shit and dying* constantly
- Smells bad, dresses bad, literally eats garbage. Rabid
- Fishnets lol. Always barefoot
- Was nicknamed Grit by Curly after she held their hand and they went “ew this is gross why are you sticky”
- HUGE casual. Never ever ever plays ranked, wouldn’t touch Grizzco with a ten foot pole. She plays turf whenever she feels like it, tableturf when she doesn’t, and otherwise just dicks around with the shell out machine and steals from the concessions. She has several pokemon-style binders for her tt card collection
Curly J. Tucker // They/them // Adult // Octoling
- Signature color is purple; they’re very dark skinned and plastered with the sort of web patterning you can find on coconut octopi
- Can glow like coconut octopi!!!
- Initially COULD NOT tolerate Grit. There’s a fish in their home taking all their money and food help. Fell in love slow-burn style, but Grit is a dumbass and eventually they just had to express their feelings explicitly
- Continues to work at Grizzco after Grit. No Grit does not give a single shit
- Coveredddd in scars from Grizzco, but it’s paid off; they have a max pay grade, they’re terrific at their job, and they have an apartment chock full of documents, trophies, and gear for work
- Suuuper tired all the time thanks to both Grizzco and Alterna (Curly is my personal neo agent 3). Try to relax using ranked, but ends up getting even more exhausted and frustrated anyway. They recharge via Grit snuggles
- Splatfest extraordinaire. Absolutely try hard bonkers for any big competition like this. Will come home miserable of their team doesn’t win
- Always wears comfy clothes. Has the Texas curse of temperature confusion, hence the sweater and shorts
- Bite mark on their hand is from Grit
- The hat does NOT COME OFF. They originate from a distant Splatlands town notable for their skill ranching Zapfish and other silly goofy sea livestock, and they make it known 100% of the time
Other notes
* - In my personal canon getting splatted, falling in water, getting fucked up in ANY way in Splatoon is dying in a different sort of way. Getting your molecules dicked up or something, but not a permanent death, hence being able to revive. Maybe think the way immortal jellyfish are able to revert to earlier cell stages to escape death?
- They both live in a big ol flat with another octoling gal owned by my friend @squidgobbler34 and a huge ribbon eel guy named Ruben. She is addicted to squid alt rock and he is long n fat and takes up so much space. He lines every wall of the apartment but its ok bc he’s good for snuggles
made some more splat OCs so I could have a complete team.
I've dubbed them Team Fruit Basket,chara bios + splashtags under the cut.
Cherry: Team lead, cheery energetic group mom. She's the heart of the team, always knowing how to cheer anyone up at any given moment. Uses the Tentatek Splatershot.
Is a regular at Crab-N-Go, constantly darting straight there for post-battle team snacks.
'Blue' Barry: Saying he's a little competitive would be an understatement. Despite being the backline of the team, he'll often try to compare his results to the 'Appy (the team's slayer). Is an E-liter user.
Missed out on the gold big run badge twice in a row and is VERY salty about it.
'Appy: Got their nickname because of how often they're working on programming the next big hit for the arcades. Shy at first, but will infodump about games given the chance. Mains the Splatana Stamper.
Has the gold Stamper/table turf badges, but doesn't want to gloat.
Nana: Despite being a little airheaded at times, she cares a lot. Somehow, she's got connections to multiple big names in the idol world, but won't say how she met them. Likes to use the Splash (new agent 3)
She has the hero shot replica but prefers the splash because the replica doesn't feel as good as the real deal to her. (also takes the secrecy of being agent 3 VERY seriously)
Nana JR: Everyone assumes it was named after Nana because it's her pet. but it's actually named after the French word for pineapple (ananas). Nana's really attached to the lil' dude.
While they all have their fave colours, they all change to green for skirmishes. (to match Nana JR's pants/unripe fruit joke) They also all wear the tricolour defender badge together to mark being a team/so they don't forget what the experience of being a defender was like during the Rock-Paper-Scisors splatfest.
monster lovers and fellow furs - I present to you my oc, torrent. he is a gooey symbiote. I’m so excited to share all about him; there’s a lot of detail so I’ve added most of my writing below a cut. I hope you like him! you can read more and check out my other characters on toyhouse.
base (lines) by tobmeister36 on da, everything else by me.
first, let’s focus on his appearance:
• torrent is a symbiote species - when he came to earth, one of the first things that caught his eye while he was slithering around in his original goo form was a doberman and immediately latched onto that design. his genetics allow him to accompany ONE form outside of his goo form without a host so this is the one he chose to copy. a bit like a shapeshifter, but he has one chance to basically carve the shape into his memory. this is the only extra form he can take on without a host; it’s part of him now. on his home planet, his species wait until they reach a certain age to choose their one extra form and celebrate that new identity within themselves with a huge ceremony.
• he does not have a feral doberman form, this anthro form is the only version he can take on in regards to his ‘one extra form without a host.’ he does tend to make use of all-fours ways of, for example, running though despite this. he is just very animalistic when he finds it appropriate/an easier way to operate.
• torrent stands about 6’7” in this canine stance. his ‘fur’ is actually slippery to the touch and can catch a shine if in direct sunlight. any markings that look like fur on this reference sheet (for example, around his crotch) are not soft, they still have a goo texture. he is just very good at copying details from sight so they stick out like fur ya know? he may not look gooey at first glance but he is rubbery and sticky to the touch.
• his tongue is very long. it can stretch down to his collarbones. it’s gooey too; sticky and yellow.
• all of the coloured marks you see on him in this reference sheet also appear on him in his blob of goo form. they won’t be in the same places etc. obviously but they are spread throughout his original black slime. his ‘blood’ is that green splatter you see in the middle on the sheet - ‘pop’ him and that will come out.
now, let’s talk more about his background:
• he abandoned his home planet in search of new beginnings and dreams of exploration and ended up crash landing on earth after attempting to repair what he thought was a satellite. he wanted to see the difference in mechanisms compared to other planets but it was actually a rocket…he essentially hitched a ride without knowing. no one could see him, he was just a ball of goo!
• the origins of his name describe his core personality a little bit I think: after exploring in his dog form on earth without realising he should probably hide himself, people began to notice him and panic - as expected. they were shouting about a “tyrant in town” and he had no idea what they were talking about. after finding his way and exploring some more, he came across a library in the dead of night. he found a dictionary, looking up what he thought they were saying and therefore going straight to the ‘T’ section. “ah, that must be what they were saying! that would be a cool name though actually.” the word he found wasn’t tyrant…it was torrent :<
let’s get into the proper good stuff. in other words, the cool reason why I made a goopy character in the first place:
• torrent can bond platonically, sexually or otherwise romantically with another being. he must have a strong connection to them first before bonding, sometimes he can bond with a strong sense of negative emotions too though. it just depends on the situation and/or the being he has targeted.
there are a few different ways he can form with another being:
• he can splat in his goo form on top of their body and spread himself out around them, engulfing them inside of his dog form. he can still communicate with them in there telepathically *or* he has the power to silence them if the connection that allowed them to bond was negative (for example, hatred.) by silencing, I mean he can absorb their body fully - killing them in a similar way to digestion. he can take on the form of his host after bonding in this way; it’s easier for him to do that if he silences the host however.
• if the connection is made in a positive sense, he is able to allow another being to absorb him instead. his goo lays in their system without causing harm, like a benign element. he can exert enough energy to simply seep into the skin or save time and energy by having the being swallow his goo form. the host can keep their outer appearance and he rests inside the body. it’s good for him to replenish energy on a planet that doesn’t cater to him. he can communicate telepathically this way too of course - he is inside the host’s head here whereas, if they were engulfed by him, he would be speaking out loud to them and they would be speaking to him inside his head. he can also control their movements from inside the host but doesn’t like to do that without their permission.
• he can splat himself onto the body without engulfing them whole. this is usually for sexual encounters since he can please in his goo form a lot better but I won’t get into those details here. that’s just another bond he can make.
I think the best answer I can give to this one's "evocative". She doesn't really care about the quality or the genre—though of course she likes high-intensity driving stuff in line with what she makes—and her choice is about as performative as it isn't. Yeah, she unironically likes Taylor Swift. That's because Taylor Swift and especially her early music epitomizes a certain type of femininity and relationship with it, someone with a particular type of girlhood, that hits her where it hurts. Same reason why there's a lot of Avril Lavigne and the like in her library. They might not be "good", but they give her access to a yearning she doesn't usually allow herself, which is what she wants out of music in the first place. Sometimes it's good to scream her lungs out in anger, sometimes it's better to strum along to a life she didn't get to live without a caveat.
She pingpongs around eras as well; while you wouldn't catch her listening to anything but tiktok musicians and girl power anthem bullshit in public, she has a respectable familiarity with 60s/70s/80s music that she draws on for her own compositions. Some of her family got her listening and she figured out she liked the type of musical ideas on display.
10. How often are they in swim form? How does it feel to them?
Spencer's one of those weirdos who would rather be in basal form if she can help it. Who wouldn't want to just fold over and lay on the ground after a bad shift. When she's such an active runner and using it often as she does it's just easier, both to hold together and drop the act of being "put-together" while she's in it. Which is to say it's a comfort to her personally, and she's in it almost about as often as she isn't—given she isn't nursing a wound or anything, ahem, sometimes she'll just lounge around in basal form when she isn't doing anything otherwise.
27. Any body modifications they have or want to get? What’s the story behind them?
Wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy—most of them are hard to find for a reason! Right now Spencer has septum and eyebrow piercings, and by the time she's thirty, a tongue piercing and four tattoos. I'm sure she'll acquire a lip piercing and more ink at some point past that tbh. Not all of them have remarkable stories behind them (yet, at least) because she kind of just went "I can do whatever the fuck I want, now" and then did whatever the fuck she wanted. One of her tattoos was acquired to match with Bernadine and Dacey, a music note behind her left ear; she has another miniature one, a simplified crow, on her right ankle. Later she gets a tramp stamp another at the base of her spine and then a decorative Salmonid glyph-inspired pair of fish on top of her ribs. (For lack of a better anatomical term?)
3. Any scars? How did they get them?
Plenty—at least temporarily. She collects ink-stains and bite marks like she's magnetized to attract them, but the nature of Inkling regeneration is, they tend to fade. I'm sure she has some nicks and more permanent bites but I just haven't bothered to draw them.
And then of course there's the one that circumnavigates her right thigh because it turns out maws bite, actually. But the specifics of how she got that you'll have to wait around and find out!
30. Who do they text or call most often?
Question that's stupidly funny for secret reasons, godbless. It's definitely one of the band members (although I wouldn't be surprised if Grizzco. had some form of texting service to update runners on announcements, emergency notices, that sort of thing? or if it'd have a Splatnet-type widget that updated automatically... whichever way, she opts into those) but... you know, they and her parents are literally the only people who even have her contact info. I'd wager Bernadine but Spencer's just as often in her physical company, so it very well might be Steve, who is the band's main organizer and coordinator and Spencer's go-to person to ask for favors in the unlikely event she doesn't just do it herself.
Yeah, sure, eventually it's Shiloh, but why bother with giving someone your number when fate just glues you together? It's not like either of them are just gonna up and vanish!
5. Anything from their childhood that they still have?
That's. hmm. I don't think she had a lot of things in her childhood to begin with, not that didn't belong to another person or place and she had little more than liberty to borrow. The room in her parents' house which technically belongs to her has plenty of memorabilia they bought for her as a child that has sat collecting dust for a very long time. I'm sure there's a few things she brought with her when she moved out—the start of her collections, stuff she never put up on walls—but most of them were likely more recent acquisitions. Plane tickets, maybe, or knickknacks from some of the towns she lived in, markers of how many times she's walked through a place she couldn't linger. (If you're asking this because you remember something I don't and I do have an answer for this... my bad!)
20. What’s their favorite place they’ve been to? What makes it special?
If asked this to her face, she'd tell you she had no attachment or affection for anywhere she'd stayed, and she'd mean it. Spencer does not cultivate ties. Not to persons, not to places; she tells herself she wants for nothing and does not think about things long enough to do so. But she does, of course; things leave her mark on them whether or not she's cognizant of it. Her hometown and the radius in which her family spread out around it means a lot to her, more than she realizes (nevermind is able to admit) for quite a long time—she's bitter about her childhood, but it wasn't actually miserable, and given the chance to revisit it (with the benefit of hindsight, a little loosening up, and a life she now likes living)... she comes to terms with that.
Basically, it snows up there, and she really does yearn to stuff snow down someone's shirt again.
The answer does change again, though, after she spends awhile traveling—there's a lot of really pretty and interesting and memorable places out there, after all, and she'd never balk at the chance to go visit them again. Though in either case, she has to admit: it isn't so much the physical spot which makes it "special" as it is having someone with her she doesn't mind sticking around.
Every time a new Splatoon game comes out, I usually turn the character I’m playing into an OC. Splat 1 had Cobalt, Splat 2 had Takko and now it’s time for a new chaotic character to take the stage!
Playing the world premiere, I found myself growing to love the pompadour style, paired with sunglasses and a roller, I wanted to make Brutus a more Biker-gang style character, decked out in leather and a brutish attitude to boot (hence where his name comes from!)
The mark on his arm is actually a Tattoo. He got it to honour one of his old buddies from back in the days of Octarian rule that got chosen to become the host of one of the Great Octoweapons. Brutus was on the chopping block first, but his buddy took his place.
He’ll probably get fleshed out more when the full game comes out. Looking forward to it!
i need to make a sidereal oc and if we wanna go par for the course then theyll have to actually be an abyssal with some other splats caste mark painted on