#grandpacephalopods

[splattales]

@grandpacephalopods-rp

Even while suffering from a grievous stab wound, Queenie continues to run. She runs and runs, loses her breath, and keeps running. Her surroundings become unfamiliar, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is losing Tara, getting away.

Eventually, she has to listen to her body—it’s crying out in pain, screaming for her to stop. She glances behind her. No murderous professors were in pursuit.

Because Queenie stops, however, everything does. Her legs buckle, and she makes a desperate attempt to preserve the chemistry set she’s holding before collapsing. Lying there on the ground, everything hits her at once. It hurts. Her legs, her ribs, her lungs, her emotions, the stab wound… It doesn’t seem like she’ll be moving anytime soon.

“I can—I can call someone,” she utters breathlessly, using a weak arm to fumble for the phone in her pocket. No, Marina wouldn’t know where she was, and she’d freak out. She’d been given T’s number second-hand, was that any good? … She’d have to explain who’s texting, and he might not pick up from an unknown number. What was the number for the emergency services in squidworld? It probably wasn’t 112, or 911, or 119, but they were worth a try…  As Queenie tries to move her thumb toward the buttons, another surge of pain shoots through her, and she has to cry out. She’s starting to feel dizzy. Exerting all her energy into escaping may not have been the best idea. Or, hey, maybe it had been. It’s the only reason she’s alive right now.

Queenie hadn’t seen anyone while she was running, but maybe… “Hh…heeelllp…”

#RP32 #Queenie #Grandpacephalopods #HERE WE GO QUEENIE RP NUMBER THREE-- #its ok yall probably wont see her quite as often after this. probably

[octowussabi]

“...Can I really guarantee that won’t happen?” 

#reply #Wussabi #Grandpacephalopods

[warriorsofsplatsville]

@grandpacephalopods-rp

Vulture signs, trying to sweep debris off the floor of one of the labs. He doesn't know how exactly almost every inch of the rocket tower got trashed, but that seemed to be the case. He half-blamed Biela.

It was...upsetting, this time of year. The last Christmas he truly enjoyed was twelve thousand years ago, with his father, mother, aunts, uncles, and cousins. It was mundane; similar to the standard American Christmas sold around the holiday seasons, but it was home. It felt warm, and fulfilling, and....

....He didn't have that anymore. He couldn't have that anymore. It was impossible to replicate that.

He pauses his cleaning and huffs, setting the broom aside and pulling out his phone. He can't stand being alone, not right now. He hesitates before shooting a text.

[T, you free today?]

He stares at the screen, absently waiting for a text back, if any.

#wormieplotwormieplot #//ic #//vulture #//rp #grandpacephalopods-rp

[sunshinelulusplatoon]

@grandpacephalopods-rp​

There was a text on Gideon’s phone from Lutarna.

“Honey Bunny!!! Hey, they set up the fair in my Metro for the season. Do you want to come? I would love it if you did,” the text read.

#grandpa-cephalopods-rp #commander lutarna speaks

[acustardduckling]

A clean(ing) boy . . . 

Super late birthday art for the @grandpa-cephalopods mun!! That is, February late...

I’ve never drawn Gideon T or any of his variants  before, so I hope this is alright. I had a pose in mind, but it sort of ended up looking like [one of these]. 

#(Post-haircut but still doing that sort of work?? didn't really take the timeframe into huge consideration this time oops--) #Jasmin Art #thegoldendoorknob #grandpacephalopods

[candykraken]

"Happy birthday! Uh- Mom had me help make some squid sister sugar cookies to bring for everyone to make up for the gift later.." Max hands over a little cookie bag

"These are so cute! Thank you, Max!" She hands over his machete party favor. "Don't hurt yourself now, okay?"

#grandpacephalopods

[kamabocolossus]

@grandpacephalopods-rp

It had been a whole week since T had helped him and he had yet to get a chance to thank him due to being resting in that time, now that he was all better  he planned to change that.

Although he’d met with T briefly prior to getting his help it was only after the fact he was able to get a pin on his residence, mostly in thanks of traces he was able to pick up from when Daisy had taken him home. He knew his arrival was unplanned and probably a bit rude but he didn’t care, all he was worried about was if he was interrupting something else. NILS walked up to the door and knocked.

#grandpacephalopods-rp #RP

[askdjoctavio]

@grandpacephalopods-rp

Octavio barged into his alternete’s place, two small glittery octoling children under his arms. A shiny umbreon with a silver bell collar tagging along close behind him.  “Ya gotta help me Doc, my idiot brother never got Beatrix and Charlotte their checkups and they’re almost a year old!”

#rp #grandpacephalopods-rp

[splattales]

 [ Moved from @grandpa-cephalopods​ ! ] 

“That’s good- What, Gill?” Max looks up in thought.

“Um, I was really worried about that the whole time??? Like- I was glad he was OK, but then I was like ‘oh no, what if it’s incurable!!’”

“So like. After that all ended I asked Oldtavio about it- and he gets sassy with me and says he just needs fluids for a week! So.. Cuttlefish is fine, I guess he worked like one of those dinosaur pellets you put in water. Still, I feel pretty stupid about all of that..” Max grumbles.

"Oh, so he turned out okay?” Molly rubs her chin. “Fluids, huh... I guess we could try putting ours in a bucket an’ keep making sure he gets enough to drink. Maybe you feel silly, but it’s sweet you were worried ‘bout him.” 

She shifts her weight, wincing suddenly, but ignores whatever’s ailing her. “Ow. ... Eh, apart from the recent drama, how’s it going? How’s Sam? And Mitsuba? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. Slushie and Finn stayed back in Inkopolis, it’s weird not having them around... I’ve been teaching the new 3 instead.”

#Reply #Grandpacephalopods #Molly #RP29

[octowussabi]

grandpa-cephalopods replied to your post:

-Unceremoniously thrown bag of stale pretzels get-

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t mean to do that.” 

#i couldn't not-- #reply #Taylor #Grandpacephalopods

[warriorsofsplatsville]

@grandpacephalopods-rp @sunshinelulusplatoon

It was late at night. A gentle wind blows through the city of Splatsville and the sky sparkled with thousands of twinkling stars. The square was bustling, filled with Deep Cut's music. In the distance, however...

Dal finally heaves the last of the equipment down into the sewers, setting it up into a decently-sized corner, by the murky waters. They set up their base about three quarters of a way from Alterna's entrance; close enough to access the area easily, but far enough from being detected.

Vulture was counting the amount of provisions they had (kids got hungry after all), and then turns to the four agents. "Are you ready? We're about to begin."

Mirage nods. "Yeah, ready as we'll ever be. Cod, it smells awful down here..."

"Yeah, there's zero chance of us smelling normal ever again....that's what I keep telling you guys, but...." Sandy sniffled, both her emotions and the pungent smell making her cry. "But I guess I'm good to go."

Plat was absorbed in a text book in hand before looking up. "Oh, yeah, I'm good. Sorry, studying a little in the meantime..." He flips through a few pages.

"You know I'm good to go." Minu quickly adds. "Easy job, really. Grandma could do it in two seconds flat."

"Right...." He pulls out his phone and snaps a few quick photos of the base camp, the table with equipment, the entrance to Alterna, just a general understanding of the area via picture. He then sends the photos to T. [Hey, we're ready. When you're ready, open a portal up to here, send whoever wants to help through.]

He pauses. [....Don't worry about me, either. I'll be just fine.]

He then switches messages to Lutarna, readying a set of coordinates. [Alright Lutarna, it's revenge time. Here's the coordinates. Hop over when you're ready.]

"So....what will we do when your friends get over here?" Plat crosses his arms.

"We'll go over my plan. I know that tower inside and out. I have an entrance point in mind..."

Xingxi pops in. "Alright, Gravitational Pull is here and ready to help!"

"Thanks, Xing. I'll have you and Dal hang back, if that's alright..."

"Let me at 'em!!" Biela growled.

#//ic #//mirage #//sandy #//plat #//minu #//vulture #//dal #//xingxi #//biela #//rp #grandpacephalopods-rp #sunshinelulusplatoon

[sunshinelulusplatoon]

@grandpacephalopods-rp

A text comes in on Gideon’s phone.

“Hi. Uh...I’m not sure if you are busy but would you be willing to meet me at blackbelly park? We got some catching up to do and I would like to apologize in person,” the text reads.

It’s from Lutarna.

#commander lutarna speaks

[candykraken]

"Handin' out some chocolates as gifts, hope 'ya don't mind one" -Oldtavi

"Thanks, grandpa! This is for you!" Callie offers him a small wrapped rectangle. Inside is a decora phone case she's glued a ridiculous amount of charms into. This will never fit in anyone's pocket.

#grandpacephalopods #non ca

[takoruler]

grandpa-cephalopods replied to your post “  “ I hate turf war. ”    Says the man with an octo brush, green...”

-loud octo rumbling-

  “ You. You did good. I like you. ”

#[ ✘—— game commentary ] #grandpa-cephalopods #grandpacephalopods #WASAAAA....

[splattales]

Otto: Hey Ribbon!! What Splatfest team did you choose??

"Team Fun! I think going to a deserted island would be fun anyway. Making your own gear and finding your own food is exciting, but when you're bored and wanna stop, it'd suck if you didn't bring any games..."

Ribbon folds up her Tableturf cards.

"Little buddy picked team Grub, which makes sense, 'cause he's always hungry. I'm glad one of us voted for Frye's team--what'd you pick?"

#free space to showcase ribbon's ink colour changing-- #guess i can't play has her this splatfest lol #grandpacephalopods #Letterlist #Ribbon #Buddy