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#Squid sis
artbreddo · 1 month
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tell me what are the best songs of EVERY splatbands (including the idols)
AIGHT BET!
Squid sisters: calamari inkantation
Off the hook: ebb and flow (octo)
Deep cut: smeared canvas
Squid squad: kraken up
Front roe: sandy side up
C-side: clickbait
Wet floor: Rip entry
Sashimori: chopscrewey
ink theory: broken coral
YATGB: Ska-blam
Damp socks ft off the hook: Candy coated rocks
Diss pair: kinetosis
Bottom feeders: seafoam shanty
Hightide era: sucker punch
Chirpy chips: wave prism
H2whoa: aquasonic
Riot act: no plan survives
Dedf1sh: #12 awake
Turquoise october: bouyant boogie
Free association: Routine (3)
I probably missed a band lmao
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erotesic · 3 months
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her pilot design has such a chokehold on me
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pikafaawork · 6 months
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Fooligetta - SquidCraft AU
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leedongwook · 11 months
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“Let the game begin again."
Squid Game Season 2 오징어게임 시즌2 // coming 2023
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hawkeyes-boy · 2 years
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this whole scene
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they love him,,,
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sol-flo · 1 year
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are there any (preferrably good) deep sea horror movies? i mean set entirely underwater. feels like there are many prominent games but i can't think of any movies. i guess they wouldn't work as well maybe
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squidkidcelebi · 1 year
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Basically how Blake and Silver’s re-meeting went
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rainbow-recipe · 5 months
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ohmyGOD yim si-wan is such a pretty man
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snobgoblin · 2 years
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there arent a lot of things that make me cry (lying) but one of them is when a character says "I'm scared" idk it's just so blunt. they can be screaming it they can be whispering it idc I cry every time
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blankerthought · 1 year
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BUENA SUERTE MIS BOLUDITOS <3
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darkmovies · 4 months
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abs0luteb4stard · 4 months
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W ⟁ T C H I N G
I couldn't watch it when it came out because life was its own morbid game. I wanted to watch it in a clearer time.
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kittyball23 · 5 months
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Chewed (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: Poppy confronts her father and her boyfriend on a matter that’s been bugging her
A/N: Requested by @webslingerofthegalaxy :)
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“Alright, folks, what'll it be tonight?”
While Poppy, Branch, and Viva were quick to reply to Bruce’s query with their orders of fricassee squid, jellyfish sliders, and nachos, Peppy took a minute for himself, humming thoughtfully at the menu in his hands.
“Hmmm… those fried clams sound delicious!” he said finally, with a nod to confirm his order.
But Bruce grimaced. “Oof, yeah, sorry I forgot to mention it, but you're not gonna wanna order those, trust me.” Then, with a dramatic lowering of his voice to a hushed whisper, he added, “Don't ask why.”
The former Pop King looked confused for a moment, but then shrugged it off. “Ah well, alright. I guess I'll take the menudo instead.”
Bruce beamed as he grabbed the menus. “Ah, much better! You'll love it. Be right back with everything, alright!”
The four watched as the purple-haired Troll scurried back to the kitchen to assist his wife with the meals, and then they turned to each other.
“Huh… I wonder what the deal is with those clams?” Viva wondered aloud.
Poppy shrugged. “Don't know! But, hopefully he won't keep it a secret for long.” The Pop Queen ensured to put emphasis on the word secret, shooting a glance at her boyfriend and her father and hoping that they caught her drift. There was something she had been meaning to address with the two of them, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring it up.
But, as it was, neither one of them had taken notice. Branch and King Peppy’s gazes had drifted towards the karaoke stage, where their attention was taken by a performer's rendition of “Vacation.”
Viva’s face lit. “Ooo, I love this song!” she exclaimed. Then, getting an idea, she turned to Peppy. “Daddy, we should all go on there next!”
King Peppy, however, kindly declined, waving a hand. “Oho, no dear, I couldn't.”
“Sure you could!” Viva encouraged. “Poppy, Branch, and I did just the other day! Right?”
“Uh-huh!” the pink Troll agreed, while the blue nodded.
“And you all were wonderful,” Peppy complimented. “But, I'm afraid I can't sing and dance the way you and your band do,” he explained. “And besides… I've already thrown my back out one too many times in the morning songs as it is!” He admitted it with a sheepish grin, rubbing where the ache still lingered.
Viva pouted a little, but Peppy offered her reassurance. “But don't worry - I'll be right in the front row, cheering you on. I wouldn't miss one of your performances for the world!”
Viva grinned and nudged her sister. “Remember how excited you got when Branch asked you to join the band?” she giggled.
“Uh, yeah! How can I forget!” Poppy exclaimed, shooting a grateful glance at her boyfriend.
Branch chuckled. “Yeah, neither can I.” 
“And me neither!” Peppy pitched in, putting one of his hands on his heart, and the other on Branch’s shoulder. “My boy, you nearly startled me out of my wits! If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought your ‘proposal’ would have ended differently.”
“You mean like my sis and Branch getting married?” Viva blurted gleefully. Her words caused the pink and blue Trolls to grow bashful, and Peppy's eyes to widen. Viva rolled her eyes. “Come on, guys, is it really that weird now? I've already planned out the flower colors for your bouquet, you know!”
Poppy gasped. “Viva!”
“Sis, you know it's gonna happen one day! Don't act so surprised!”
Poppy did little more than blush, and Branch cleared his throat, noticing how awkward King Peppy was looking. “Well, only if you will approve, sir,” Branch said respectfully.
King Peppy suddenly looked guilty and sighed. “Of course I do, my boy. And I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise. I guess it's just… I can't believe my little girl has already grown up so fast!”
“Tell me about it!” Viva shouted. “The last time I saw her she was so teeny weeny!” she giggled, showcasing the size with her hands.
“Yes,” King Peppy laughed, smiling at both his daughters. He then continued, addressing Branch. “You’ll make a fine partner for my Poppy. And an excellent king, too!”
Branch cocked his head, pleasantly surprised to hear this. “Really?”
“Indeed,” Peppy replied without hesitation. “Why, you remind me much of myself!”
The blue Troll glowed. “Um… how?” he asked curiously.
“Maybe how you both like to keep secrets from me?”
This time, Poppy’s statement did not go unnoticed by Peppy or Branch. Both Trolls turned to her, coming face-to-face with the sudden stern expression she wore on her face.
“Huh?” Branch practically squeaked.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know!” she chided. “You said nothing about being in not just one, but TWO super amazing boybands! I have every single record of BroZone and Kismet!”
Branch tried to stammer a response. “Well, I, um… you see, it’s just that - “
“And then, to top it off, you don’t tell me that you had FOUR brothers? Oh no, not one, not, two, not even three - but FOUR?!”
“Well, um…” Branch tried again, “Yooouu… didn’t tell me you had a sister!” he defended, gesturing at Viva.
“I didn’t know!” Poppy exclaimed. “Wanna know why I didn’t know?!” She crossed her arms at her father, who wished he could pull a hocus-pocus and disappear right then and there.
Viva cast Peppy nearly the same identical look Poppy was giving him. “She’s got a point, Dad. Poppy had no clue who I was when we met up again!”
“Yeah! That's just like when you didn’t tell me about all the other music tribes!”
Peppy put his hands up and waved them in a calming motion. “Poppy, darling, you know I'm incredibly regretful for not having told you either one of those things. I was just trying - “
“To protect me,” Poppy finished at the same time he did. She let the initial disappointment in her Dad fizzle away so she could give him a sincere look. “Dad, I love you… and, as a family, I want us to be honest with each other, no matter how scary or painful or downright shocking the truth might be! We can work through it… okay?” She opened her arms for him, and he leaned towards her so they could share a hug.
“Yes, Poppy. I'm so sorry…”
This time, Poppy giggled. “You don't have to keep apologizing, Dad. I've forgiven you, like, a dozen times!”
“Right, yes,” he mumbled rather meekly, and then straightened himself out. They smiled at each other, and then Poppy glared at Branch.
“Now. As for you…”
Branch sighed. “You're right, Poppy. As a friend, and girlfriend, I trust you. I'll open up to you more, I promise… is there anything I can do to make up for the secrets I did keep?”
Poppy liked this question, and pretended to tap her chin and give it deep thought. “Hmmm… well, you could let me have a couple bites of the sliders you ordered…” she said.
But Branch could tell there was more she wanted to add to that. “And?” he prompted.
She batted her lashes and whispered. “...And also maybe give me a kiss?”
Her boyfriend’s eyes widened. “In front of your Dad?”
Having been in earshot, Peppy chuckled. “Branch, there's nothing to worry about. You two are in love.” He gestured his hand out, as if saying, “Now, go on with it!”
So Branch did. He kissed Poppy sweetly, Peppy looking on proudly and Viva tucking her hands under her chin while gushing.
“Awwww, that’s exactly how I imagine your wedding smooch to be!” the golden-curled Troll squealed.
“Viva!”
“STOP DENYING WHAT’S TRUE, SIS!!”
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thecalvinistkat · 3 months
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Mermaid Peach is the representation of everything I wanted to be from my childhood; I am so so so excited for this game 😭
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Merch link: https://www.redbubble.com/i/sticker/Mermaid-and-Three-Squids-by-TheCalvinistKat/158413864.EJUG5
https://youtube.com/shorts/zIrZlf6Kvmw?si=Z0NCiN6gXNoWbpQi
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hawkeyes-boy · 2 years
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such a wholesome episode :,)
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idontknowreallywhy · 17 days
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FishTank Week Day 1 for prompt “Wingman”
This started silly and got sillier. I make no apology because I am horribly sleep deprived and writing anything at all under (self-imposed) prompt pressure is usually impossible so even nonsense is better than nothing 😂
Featuring my headcanon that Virg is not in the same drinking league as the military bros…
And also a terrible cheesy earworm.
💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛
Everybody’s lookin’ for that SOOOOMEEEETHIIIIIING…
Virgil’s forehead sank onto the bar and squelched slightly. One of the saturated green-and-yellow-striped spill mats (the very ones his little brother had insisted were A SIGN that this was the place they should spend their rare evening off) oozed stale beer into his eyebrows.
He’d been adamant, despite the fact the place’s kitchen was closed for renovation and was almost empty as a result..
In retrospect three handfuls of peanuts plus the many lime wedges from the many beers he had consumed were insufficient stomach lining for a night out with an ex-WASP. He wasn’t even a massive fan of pale lager, particularly not by the bucketload. But, again, Gordo had been militant about his theme and had been so adorably excited about the “little green ship in a big yellow glass! It’s us in opposite-se-sez-sies!”
Yeah that should probably have been their cue to go home.
Well to the hotel.
Which was sort of home. Temporary home? One-night home? Where was the hotel anyway? Had they booked one? He frowned and there was another distracting squelch.
Virgil sat himself up and tried to subtly wring out his eyebrows.
Ooof, may have poked himself in the eye a little there… he blinked rapidly.
The barmaid gave him a look and Virgil did his best effort at a charming grin straight out of the Scott Tracy handbook.
She did not appear charmed.
Damnit. Stupid dimples. Dimples was cheating.
The barmaid walked past and unsubtly removed the glass containing the last third of his 13th pint. 14th? What even was a pint anyway? Imperial measures made zero sense.
Wait! He waved frantically and she returned with a wary expression. Virgil inserted his index and middle finger into the glass and extracted the lime wedge before giving her a wonky thumbs up and dropping it on the bar.
He shrugged and ate it anyway. Interestingly they weren’t even sour anymore.
When you’ve found that special thiiiiiiing…
His brother had covered at least three keys in one line there.
Maybe Virgil should have saved the limes to cram into his ear canals?
He rested his elbow on the bar and propped his chin up on his first and tried to give his brother a Look that meant “stop torturing my ears and let’s go back… to wherever.”
Gordon winked at him theatrically and refused to understand the Look.
Realistically Virgil was sleeping here anyway.
Because his tiny little baby brother who frankly should still be sleeping in a cot and wearing diapers could apparently drink like a fish as well as swim like one and he was in no way done yet. And Virgil had to keep up because he was bigger and it was a matter of pride and he had to keep an eye on the fish. Because the fish was very precious.
A precious fishy idiot who Virgil couldn’t help but love.
A fishy idiot that was now doing his utmost to drive the few remaining customers from the bar by monopolising the karaoke machine.
A simple line can make you laaaaaaugh or cry
Ouch.
The annoying thing was that Gordon could sing. Properly. Well, actually. Virgil enjoyed listening on the rare occasion Gordon didn’t realise he was being overheard.
But he refused to do it when he was in public. Instead they got… this.
Virgil had to acknowledge it took some skill to deliberately remain that out of tune.
At least he’d moved on from the rapping. Virgil’s eye twitched. Some therapy would be required to recover from that.
Although the ballads were not much better - the combo of the twinkly synth string backing and a screeching squid was a match made in hades.
The music swelled and Gordon caught his eye, stood up from the stool he’d perched on, boy band style, and pointed a slightly wobbly finger at his big brother. Ah ha! He wasn’t invincible after all! He was beginning to succumb.
Virgil was jolted back into the present with the realisation Gordon had suddenly forgotten to sing out of tune:
You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
You're flying without wiiiiings.
Virgil sniffed and cursed his drunken brain for being cheesy. Gordon grinned at him then turned to lead a group of middle aged ladies in a passionate and atonal rendition of the middle eight.
He was impossible. Irascible.
Completely idiotic half the time.
Not quite invincible enough for Virgil’s liking.
As he slid slowly off the barstool, Virgil smiled sappily and proudly told the barmaid that Gordy was HIS special thing.
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