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maned-princess · 2 years

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Into the Light

Sweat dripped from the inkling’s forehead down onto the stage floor, her and her partner both trying to catch their breath amongst the cheers from the crowd. The music had fallen silent, but only for a moment. As the dark skinned woman looked over to Pearl, she could tell she was enjoying herself; she always did when they performed, it was her passion- No, their passion. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight and let out a soft giggle, continuing to watch as Pearl worked her magic to get the audience going again.

“Awriiiight!!” The rapper yelled out to the crowd, and grabbed the hem of her hoodie to wipe the sweat from her face. “Y’all better be feelin’ fresh out there! I hate to break it to ya, but this next number’s gonna be our last!” Hearing a myriad of ‘boo’s and ‘awww’s from the crowd got a laugh out of Pearl as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! But y’all know how it is! We got things to do, places to be! You guys are our last stop on this tour, and it’s been a REAL blast. ‘Rina, you ready for this one??”

Marina responded with a nod, though she did have to wipe a tear from her eye. She knew what song was coming up next, and she knew it never failed to make her emotional. “Of course I am, Pearlie!” She laughed out, while Pearl gave a chuckle paired with a nod in response.

Five notes played, only for the crowd to immediately recognize the tune and roar with excitement and cheers as the duo began to perform their hit, ‘Into the Light’. Both Pearl and Marina could see the folks in the crowd shed a few tears, the song seemed to be an emotional ride for just about everyone. As the first chorus started, they managed to get everyone to start a wave to the beat.

Every once in a while the two would make eye contact, and would simply smile in response. Just checking in on each other. Pearl could tell Marina was starting to let a few tears fall, but she knew she would be alright. Hell, it was taking everything in her not to join.

As the final chorus came around, Marina felt something around her waist and looked down. It was Pearl’s arm, while her other was extended with the microphone to their audience. She felt her cheeks heat up and practically glow her signature teal, before she was swayed from side to side. Pearl had started the wave with everyone again, but this time had a hold on Marina so she could sway with her. She felt her hearts racing in her chest.

As the song finally came to an end, both the rapper and the DJ were a mess of both giggles and tears. Pearl, still with her arm wrapped around the other, took a bow; Marina following suit. “Thank you all so much for coming out to see us tonight, it was lovely seeing everyone’s fresh faces!!” The octoling waved out to the crowd, before she felt Pearl ever so slightly squeeze her a little closer. It was as if she was trying to fuse them at the hip. Marina’s blush only grew brighter.

“Yeahhhh, y’all are a great bunch!! Don’t worry, this ain’t our first tour and certainly it won’t be our last. Right, Marina?”

“Oh of course! We’ll be back, everyone, promise!” She giggled and wanted to turn so they could both walk offstage as the concert started to end, but Pearl only held her close. Was she always this strong? “One more thing, folks. Hey, I know y’all paparazzi people are out there, so get your cameras ready!” Pearl exclaimed with a rather proud smirk on her face. Marina immediately began to worry, what was she going to do?

She suddenly felt the shorter woman’s hand cupping her cheek, and was yanked down into a soft, deep kiss. Marina was so confused and startled at first. The two had been together for a while, but did their best to keep things hidden from the public eye. After all, the news and the tabloids can be cruel. But in this moment, Marina didn’t care. She draped an arm over Pearl’s back and tilted her head to kiss her even deeper. The crowd at this point were roaring with cheers for the two.

After what felt like forever, Pearl had to pull away to breathe and let out a few bursts of laughter. “Y’all better have taken a photo so it can last longer! This is MY woman, and I love her with all my hearts! Say what ya want, I don’t care!” She laughed and hugged Marina, who stood there with her mouth slightly agape. Pearl could hear her purring lowly, and did the same in response.

Suddenly, Marina grabbed Pearl up with ease, holding her by her thighs while she rested her head on the octoling’s shoulder. “C’mon, Pearlie~ Let’s go home! Bye everyone, and remember!”

“Don’t get cooked, stay Off the Hook!” The two yelled out in unison. Marina then turned to carry Pearl off, with Pearl waving goodbye to the crowd with a few giggles. This was all the two could ever ask for, to not feel a single ounce of regret for the choices they’ve made about their relationship, and to know that they are both truly loved and supported.

Later that evening, when the two finally got back to the tour van that they managed to park just out of range of any big public places, Marina flopped down in the bed with her beloved. She had carried her the whole way there. Pearl snuggled up on top of her, making sure to nuzzle her head right up under her chin.

“Mm… I think that was our best gig yet, ‘Rina..” Pearl purred out, practically on the verge of passing out then and there. Marina wouldn’t mind it if she did. She would run her hand down into Pearl’s oversized hoodie to rub her back. “Mmm… Me too, Pearlie~..” She couldn’t help but purr back through her words, before she closed her eyes and gave Pearl a squeeze.

“Goodnight, my love..”

“G’night..”

#princess prints #pearlina #pearlina fanfic #pearlina fic #pearl houzuki #marina ida #splatoon #auughh this is my first time ever uploading a piece of mine on tumblr #here u all go fellow pearlina fans eat up

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sploon-fic-fan · 2 months

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reblog with your side order aus, headcanons, theories, interpretations, and fics!

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budglet177 · 6 months

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More fairy Pearlina from A Summer on the Mountain

#pearl splatoon #marina splatoon #pearlina #fanfic #fairy art #fae

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hannasaurrex · 1 year

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Lil' family time with pearlina being moms AU

Pearl always mess around with her own daughter

Riiko has to deal with her mothers "splatfests" all the time.

And of course, she's their little Judd!

Hope y'all liked!

See y'all soon, kisses!

#pearlina #splatoon 3 #splatoon #off the hook #illustration #marina iida #pearl houzuki #fanart #marina splatoon #pearl splatoon #riiko!#family au #heres an egg on this trying times #splatoon fanfic #i love them #they are all so precious to me #lil judd #lil baby

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nipotazzi · 13 days

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Simphony in Fortissimo Agitando - Chapter 1

“...r-r-res...starting…”

And all at once, Marina effortlessly and slowly raised herself, or rather, lifted herself, without any help from her hands, or legs, or anything at all. She was floating, higher than the Pearl drone, with her limbs dropping like a dead weight, mimicking the ones of a doll.

Before they could say anything, her suit turned on like it had been filled with LEDs: a shiny and bright neon color covered the octoling’s body. With a smooth synchronized motion, Marina placed her hands in the air, open palms upwards, and fixed her position in space to face them. She looked like an ascended being, almost religious figure; a familiar pose that all of them recognized from the battle.

The drone started losing height, until its propellers were stuck on the sand, but Pearl did not care in the slightest about it.

“Marina…?”

Eight couldn’t say anything, thinking in despair that her entry for this day in the memory book was going to be longer than she had previously imagined.

Acht thought that her “friend” was seriously getting on her nerves now, with every single thing happening inside of this place being her fault, and now even this to grind on her gears?! Gimme a break…

Marina wasn’t either thinking, or feeling, or willing to speak (unless prompted to do so) anymore. There was no longer any need to, for her mind already knew what to say, as it was programmed to perfection.

“Agitando unit… online."

Fandom: Splatoon

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Marina/Pearl (Splatoon), Agent 3/Agent 8 (Splatoon)

Characters: Pearl (Splatoon), Marina (Splatoon), Dedf1sh | Acht (Splatoon), Agent 8 (Splatoon), Order | Smollusk (Splatoon)

Additional Tags: Splatoon 3: Side Order, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, References to Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Tumblr, I think that they had it too nice in canon, Nightmare Fuel, Female Agent 8 (Splatoon), Traumatized Agent 8 (Splatoon), Marina and Pearl Adopt Agent 8 (Splatoon), Smollusk has been adopted

Summary:

Marina has been rescued from the top of the tower, everyone is "fine", and even if this new AI seems threatening, it's not their problem to deal with. Eight and Pearl have just saved the day... right?

Sorry, but the Agitando begs to differ.

Reblogs are always appreciated, and feedback is too.

#splatoon #side order #pearl houzuki #marina ida #pearlina #off the hook #agent 8 #acht dedf1sh #smollusk #fanfiction #Symphony in Fortissimo Agitando #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link

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t1meslayer · 3 months

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By Moonlight

What happens when you mix she/they Napoleon with an autistic tech nerd who has hobbyist sleep deprivation?

A fanfiction I'm finally getting around to write because of Side Order hype :) You're welcome, Pearlina fans.

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Fandom: Splatoon

Pairings: Pearl/Marina

Summary: Pearl is awoken by a strange piano melody in the middle of the night. Nobody could have anticipated the knock-on effects this late rendezvous would have for Off the Hook's future. Rated 'Teen' cause Pearl's in their undies — but also Marina's shirt.

So.

Y'know.

Click through the Read More below to get a preview of the latest story. Thanks for reading <3

"It's an artifact of Old World music culture raided from a holdover Kamabo facility. The way this thing was preserved is incredible!" The irony of how tightly Marina clutches the book to her bosom is clearly lost on her. "Between all the plastic and air-tight storage, there's hardly any mold on these pages!"

She opens it to double-sided lined sheets like any other, headlined in barely legible Octarian scribble over completely illegible typography: "Moonlight Sonata."

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eshasunrise · 2 months

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Deepsea Glass

This is a pre-Splatoon fan fic that takes place in Alterna, days before its destruction.

Selena (Saline, moon) is an analogue for Marina

Kohime (little princess) is an analogue for Pearl

Inspired by the squid ink panels reflecting the desires of humanity.

Read below the cut.

Selena wanted to bash her head against the wall. She was the project lead in Alterna's delusional corporate suicide cult. Sorry, she meant 'Happiness Research Lab', a once important figure in maintaining Alterna's long-term survival, now a haven for madmen demanding humanity return to the irradiated, flooded surface.

Her job was to figure out the logistics of building, and launching, a rocket from deep beneath the sea and into the Earth's soil. Needless to say, all calculations show the probability of successfully launching a rocket deep underwater was literally, no smudging the numbers, 0%. And that's ignoring the readings showing that the surface is still flooded, irradiated, and over 15 degrees hotter than is ideal for agriculture, let alone maintaining human life. And THAT is ignoring the fact that the force of the rocket would fracture the stone of the cavern in which the population is maintained, assuming the psychic backlash of every neuroLCD panel suddenly exploding from energy overload wouldn't kill the population outright.

So obviously, the higher-ups appealed to reason. Or not. Instead, they scrapped the research to start building the rocket. Needless to say, it was now up to Selena to build an anti-gravity device which could withstand the water pressure while her roommate and boss, Kohime, tried desperately to get the company to stop.

It had barely been 60 years since Alterna was finished and colonized, and yet already people were demanding the impossible. Small crowds creating conspiracy theories about the land being just outside the walls, as opposed to the waterlogged crag of the flooded cavern that you can very clearly see if you just switched off one of the panels.

Selena needed a break. She decided, if her job wasn't going to listen to her findings, then she wasn't going to bother staying the full day. Clearly she wasn't alone in this thought, as when she approached the door, she caught her roommate standing outside on her phone. Selena's own phone pinged a notification right as she opened the glass door, greeting the shorter woman's slightly embarrassed face. That didn't last long however, as she begun to speak:

"Oh good. I just texted you." Kohime said. "You wanna head out early?"

"Absolutely." Replied Selena. She was glad that she was living with somebody who had some sense. The two of them grabbed a frozen tofu desert on the way home (most of the non-seafood was tofu, as it was one of the few crops to easily grow down here), and Kohime began to complain.

"Every day. Every goddamn day, these fucking bastards keep fucking ignoring me! 'Oh look, the princess is mad again' like, no shit? I'm trying to keep you alive! I don't care if the goddamn escapists are profitable, we aren't here to make a profit! We need to focus on the future! Making sure there's a planet to live on, not running to our death as fast as possible! What are we, fish to an angler?!"

Selena sighed in agreement. She had nothing to add, as everything she would say has already been said. Instead, she half-listened to her best friend's impatient ramblings while thinking of how to cheer her up later. There was that one project...

"Hey Kohime." Selena interjected. "You remember that old shark movie we watched the other day?"

"Oh yeah, Jaws, right? You wanna watch it again?" Kohime responded.

"We could, but first there's something I want to show you."

Kohime's attention was peaked right as they got home. From the table in the back, Selena grabbed an audio device.

"I came up with this song while thinking of that movie."

"Oh, fresh! Lemme hear!" Kohime slipped the speaker cuff over her left ear. From it emitted a steady, slightly modern approximation of the shrine music her grandmother would play for her. It was a curious sound, but she couldn't figure out what it had to do with...

"Wait a sec. The chorus, is that-?"

A slightly mischievous grin snuck up on Selena's face, "yup. That was made using the two note progression from the really tense scenes!"

Kohime's face lit up like the midday skylight. "That's hilarious AND awesome! Only you could come up with something so crazy, I love it!" A giggle pushes her face into childish glee, while Selena turned to grab something else, hiding her guilty smile.

It's been twelve years now, but she still couldn't get over that phrase from Kohime. 'I love'. It makes her uneasy every time.

"You wanna watch another movie?" Selena asked, "I found another Jaws movie, although I think it's the third one. Don't know if there's a two we're missing."

"Oh hell yeah! Pop it in!"

An hour later, and Selena was thoroughly bored. This was definitely a sequel to the first movie she saw, but it felt half-hearted and phony, like the corporate slogans she had to write for every apartment and street corner back at her old job.

"Are you watching this?" She asked the small woman beside her. No answer. Her roommate had fallen fast asleep, clearly as bored as she was, and had let her head fall against Selena's shoulder as she dozed.

Selena felt a pang in her chest. A muddy feeling that followed every bit of affection Kohime had given her. She stayed like this however, in part to let her old friend rest from the nightmarish days they've had, and in part for the comfort she has in knowing Kohime would always be beside her, ready to take on the world, which day by day became increasingly relevant.

Selena slowly nodded off herself.

That night, an exhausting dream filled her mind. In it, she was swimming up waterfall after waterfall. She strained against the crashing current, believing that soon, she would find rest. But no rest would come. At the final hurdle, the last jump, she dove straight into the maw of a hungry bear, wearing the Alterna logo on it's forehead, and announcing her retirement.

Selena woke with a start. It was midnight, and she felt dumb for being stressed about such a wild dream. She didn't question why she had it though. She had been working too hard for too little. The research she conducted, the machines she built, all wasted on projects that would kill her led by people who would never listen. She needed to quit. She could do so easily in fact. Sleeping in her lap, having moved herself in her sleep, was the very person she worked under. All she would have to do is wake her and tell her she couldn't work there anymore.

And leave Kohime to fight alone.

Selena let her head fall back onto the couch cushion. She would work tomorrow, if for no other reason than to ease her guilty conscience. To make sure some semblance of sanity stayed in this broken order, just because she knows Kohime would never stop fighting. She's always been bull-headed, and they needed that now more than ever.

"It's is time for your shift at the Happiness Research Facility, Citizen 2117: Assistant Director KOHIME.

It is time for your shift at the Happiness Research Facility, Citizen 2224: Project Manager SELENA.

Have a productive day."

Selena's second waking was a slow groggy ordeal. She had barely gotten back to sleep, and it feels like she just had that nightmare. Clearly some time has passed, as Kohime was sitting next to her. Unusually though, she wasn't dressed yet. Instead, she had an uncharacteristically uneasy glower in her face.

"Oh, you're up." Selena noted.

A long, heavy silence dulled the air at her voice. Kohime continued to stare, pressure rising from her sleep-matted hair. Eventually, she spoke:

"Selena."

At her word, a deafening pause filled the room.

"Do you ever feel like...something big is coming? Like..."

"The end of the world?" Selena finished her thought. "Of course. Every day. It bears down like an ocean of pressure every time I have to think about that goddamn rocket."

"Exactly!" The smaller woman replied "it all feels like we're marching into the end, all over some vague dream!" Tension filled her voice. She lacked energy, however. Selena took notice and pressed the back of her hand to Kohime's forehead.

"! W- what are you doing?" Kohime was flustered.

"You're overheated." Selena spoke.

"Well, that's 'cause you-"

"No, I mean actually" she wouldn't let Kohime finish. Now wasn't the time. "You're getting sick. R.C.A.?"

Selena called to the AI transcriber installed as living assistance. "Contact the HRF. We're taking today off."

"Very well." The voice responded.

Kohime protested: "No! Without us, who knows what those idiots will do?!"

Selena was worried of course, but she wasn't going to let her friend suffer. "How smart do you think they actually are. The lunatics wanna fire a rocket in a closed cave, through the ocean. You think they can think through the logistics without us?" She prattled, hoping she was right. It was her last hope at this point.

"..."

"Come on. You need to rest, and they'll never figure out how to actually build a rocket in the few days we'd be gone. Plus when we get back, you can rub the fact that you were right in their faces."

Kohime couldn't help but laugh at that. "As if. They're heads would be so far up their asses, they wouldn't be able to hear me." She joked, coughing near the end of her sentence.

Selena chuckled back, "in that case, I'll build you a megaphone. Nobody'd be able to ignore you then. Better yet, I'll build a bomb-"

"Okay, stop right there crazy lady. Don't give R.C.A. the wrong idea. Plus, that'd totally defeat the purpose of stopping the rocket in the first place."

The two joked like that for a few more minutes, until the tension left Kohime's shoulders, and she nodded off again.

It would take a week before Kohime would recover. The anxiety from the escape project pushing them to the boiling point. It was only at the end of that week when she had rested enough to feel like working again, and scheduled their shifts for the next day.

When Selena woke, from her bed this time, to the work day she'd been dreading, she noticed that Kohime had already left. Nothing unusual there. She was always a bit of a workaholic, and the praise helped feed her ego. Selena would finish her breakfast before heading out.

Upon opening the front door, however, she was blinded by a scorching white light. The skylight above them was in overdrive, forcing her eyes down. On the porch, collapsed to her knees, eyes wide despite the overbearing light above, was Kohime. Her face was filled with fear as defeat killed what little hope had remained.

Fearfully checking her friends help, Selena would follow her unbroken stare to the neuroLCD panel on the West edge. There, where once was the image of a field with sparse green trees, now stood the image of a white rocket ship, repeating down the walls. The grass, which once had a photo-like quality, now rustled as if blown by the wind. Sparse depictions of clouds were circling the blinding sun.

To any other, it would be an echo of their deep-seated desire to reach the upper world. To the two women here, however, it was a monument to their failure.

Selene rushed to the far moat, from the shore of which she grabbed a raft, unconcerned with ownership. Kohime followed behind, having barely broken from her stupor, and praying her closest could find a miracle. The datapad Selene brought was connected to a terminal on the wall. The screen behind it flickered off, exposing behind it the rocket they had lobbied so hard against, somehow completed.

Selene swallowed her fear as the datapad downloaded the Alterna Logs only people from the Happiness Research Facility has access to. The log read as follows:

HRFLog004.02: The Divide

As humanity began it's foolhardy errand to escape their salvation, a small group of resisters, lead by those scientists from the first generation, had resisted the change.

Amongst these were two high-ranking officials who had researched the surface, and concluded escape would doom humanity. These two would be the head speakers, and last bastions, of the Preservationists.

Rather than heed their warnings, those who profited from the Escapist movement would instead sabotage the resistance, slipping a mild poison into one researcher's water.

With the voice of opposition in recovery, the Preservationists were left without a rallying point, and a new fervor would grip the escapists. Thus, the rocket would be built in record time.

Awaiting further data.

Selena's heart dropped. A deep, fervent rage built in her heart. They had nearly killed her closest friend, over this pipe dream?! They would doom humanity for their pride?!

Her rage was interrupted, however, by a deafening scream of anguish. Having read the report on her own datapad, Kohime collapsed into a ball, shaking the raft beneath them. Selena steadied herself, then crouched to her friend.

"IT'S OVER. ITS THE END OF THE WORLD. WE'RE GONNA DIE..."

She was yelling, but a defeated misery filled her voice. She was not just screaming out of anguish, but because she couldn't find the strength to control her voice. Selena watched in pain as, for the second time ever, she watched her friend's heart break. She grabbed the girl and held her close, ignoring the pain in her ears. She needed to help her, to make her happy. Something to make her smile. Something she...

A familiar tune resonated from the wall behind her. The neuroLCDs picked up on Selena's desire, and reflected a memory of a week ago, the smiling face of her closest friend. The sound that played was the song she wrote, and Kohime took notice. Her crying slowed as she looked towards the reactivated panel. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Look, it's us." She barely managed to croak through tears. She hummed sobbing in a strained voice to the song that played, while holding desperately to Selena's waist.

This brief reprieve would not last. Those other researchers would hear the song, and, seeing the crying girl, wished for her to be happy. The rocket would be starting it's test launch after all. Soon, she could go home.

As the song spread, more and more people would hear it, carrying with it the image of the surface and the big white rocket. Soon, people began to sing along, making up lyrics that blurred together, as an anthem to the freedom they strived towards. All the while, the woman who wrote the song wondered how her feelings were strong enough to override the panel.

She wouldn't have long to wonder, though, as the nearest panel changed again, this time to a scene all too familiar. A scene she had avoided for so long. As it played, the sobbing in her arms changed to a wretched scream.

At once, two voices spoke. The same person twice, one screaming to a world that would not hear, the other whispering to her closest friend, who alone would listen to her once and once again.

"Selena"

"HOW DARE YOU"

"Is it alright if we talked?"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"

"I wanted to get something off my chest..."

"THAT WAS HER SONG"

"It feels like we've known each other forever"

"THAT WAS HER LIFE"

"And I needed to tell you"

"YOU CAN'T TAKE IT FROM HER"

"Just how important you are to me."

"YOU CAN'T TAKE IT FROM US"

"Selena"

"ALL OF YOU"

"I love you"

"I HATE YOU"

"I love you so much."

"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU"

"You don't have to respond"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED"

"And I'm sure you don't feel the same way"

"SHE CARED FOR YOU ALL"

"But I wanted to be honest"

"AND YOU BETRAYED HER"

"I've always felt this way"

"I'LL NEVER TRUST YOU AGAIN"

"And maybe, if you're willing"

"YOU ALL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE"

"We could go out some time?"

"FOR KILLING HER!"

A lump held in Selena's throat. She knew what was about to happen. She felt it. She tasted it. Regret boiled in her stomach. And here at the end, she could only manage one more sentence.

"Kohime,"

"Kohime-"

Behind the wall, the rocket's thrusters burst to life.

"I'm sorry."

At her final word, the pain of her closest friend before her once and once again, the wall cracked. The crying smile shattered into a thousand pieces, lacerating the overflowing wrath. Selena tried to hold onto Kohime's dying body, but was pushed back by the torrent erupting from the wall in front of her.

As Selena fell deeper and deeper beneath the flooding water, shards of neuroLCD shone around her. In each reflected the memories that replayed in her mind. Not the plans to maintain Alterna, and not the speeches she gave to the reckless businessmen that doomed them.

Her memories were of the happy times. The days in University she spent learning. The machines she managed to make float in the air. The simple Japanese style tune she composed from the Jaws theme. The grin on Kohime's face when she showed her.

The times she and Kohime would complain about work. The praise she received when Kohime was in charge. The sleeping face of Kohime resting her head on her shoulder. The day Kohime confessed, and how she stayed beside her despite rejection.

Selena scolded herself as air left her lungs. She should have spent more time with Kohime. She should have done what she could to make her happy. She should have humored her, just to see her smile one more time. She should have loved her.

Oh.

She already loved her.

Selena's thoughts were clear in her final moments. She already loved Kohime. She had spent her life seeking that attention, that love, which was always reciprocated, and she never paid it any mind, taking for granted the bond they had shared.

Warm tears of regret mixed with the bloody seawater, as Selena's thoughts betrayed her feelings. Her love. Her fear. Her shame. Reflected in the shards of the neuroLCD, her memories changed to the visage of Kohime. Her smiles, her rage, her sadness, her love. All surrounding her in the deep dark ocean. Even as her sight went dark and her thoughts slowed, all she could see was Kohime's proud, loving face, smiling back at her, as if everything would be alright.

She should have loved her.

She should have...

Tens of thousands of years later, a young woman, barely 18, nervously approached the loud stranger on Mt. Nantai. Just a few months earlier, she had defected from the army she was raised by, inspired by a strange song she had heard. A simple, repetitive shrine song performed by enemy mercenaries. One which filled her with fear, love, and a dream of freedom. One which, two days earlier, she heard screamed from the other side of the mountain, as if sung by a particularly skilled jet turbine.

Five years after, at the height of her career, Marina Ida ducks backstage at the end of her band's world tour. At her side, marches the proud woman who found her, one Pearl Houzuki.

The small woman looks back at her, and flashes a proud grin, as if telling her that everything would be alright. At this, only one thought echoed in Marina's head.

I love her.

#Splatoon #Off the Hook #Pearl #Marina #Pearlina #Alterna #O.R.C.A #fanfic #Selena #Kohime #Blood #death #suicide mention #tragedy #romance #sci fi #I don't have an ao3 yet

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splishysplorsh · 2 months

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now that im thinking about it, I think unrequited pearlina would send me into cardiac arrest

#splatoon #pearlina #splatoon fandom #unrequited love #fanfic rec

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mailboxfish · 2 years

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The whole pearlina tag on ao3 right now:

#splatoon #off the hook #pearlina #pearl houzuki #marina ida #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #splatoon fanfiction #mail says stuff #pearlina moms have changed my brain chemistry irreversibly #and i am not complaining about that

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themayomambo · 8 months

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Wrote a fic based on the most recent dlc trailer because spring 2024 is too far away!

Summary:

"After some time fighting her way up and up the spire again and again, Eight is pushed to her limit and takes a break. Through the bleak and dull, Pearl attempts to comfort her while they catch their bearings.

(Written purely on speculation gathered from the most recent of trailers)"

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon side order #side order #agent 8 #pearl splatoon #pearl houzuki #dedf1sh #a hint of #Pearlina #ao3 #ao3 link #fanfic

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superjumpintomyheart · 1 year

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Pearlie and Rina go on a boat trip on the S.S.Pearl., you know, the one she got when she was 6

okay we know inklings and octolings cant like live underwater but they can still touch it right so like,,, can they go swimming for fun or not? i just want to write abt pearlina with fun summer clothes doing fun summer things

"So, you just have an identical copy of the Manta Maria that your dad gave you when you were six years old?"

Pearl shrugged as she threw on a white sundress over her bikini, "Yeah? I remember the party we had on it afterward was hella fresh, I've done like a billion parties on this thing since then."

Marina was not exactly expecting this to be what Pearl meant when she said they should go boating, but as she thought about it a bit more while getting ready for their trip, it made sense. She wore a teal bikini top and a pair of distressed denim shorts over her bikini bottoms, hopefully their time outside would help even out her somewhat awkward tan line she had developed from wearing her signature crop top.

"We've lived together for how long now and I never knew this?" She laughed, packing up the rest of her things into a tote bag she slung over her shoulder. Pearl was nearly ready as well, applying a layer of sunscreen to her entire body.

"There just hasn't been any time to use it! The S.S.Pearl is a special occasion boat and we've been putting on concerts like every other weekend, Rina."

When the pair finished getting ready and arrived at the dock, Pearl's private captain, an older inkling man, greeted her with a bow, "Welcome Pearl, Marina. Pleasure to have you both on board today, as your captain I will ensure the course of your trip is smooth sailing."

Pearl gave a fake salute to him, laughing it off and patting him on the arm instead, "Thanks, Cap. It's just us two so you can loosen up a bit too, have some fun!"

Marina smiled at the inkling, he seemed like the type of person who loved what he did, being on the water was probably as much fun for him as it was for Pearl to perform. She followed her girlfriend onto the main deck where there were various spots to relax and hang out, outdoor couches and chairs around coffee tables, a canopied seating area with a flatscreen tv, and of course a killer DJ booth with a lit up dance floor in front of it. It certainly was different than the Manta Maria in how it was decorated, but the layout was still the same as the boat that many cephalings played turf war on.

"Wow Pearlie, this is really incredible," the octoling sighed as she took in her surroundings.

"Oh you ain't even seen nothing yet, there's still the bedrooms inside, the sauna, the battle station," she rambled on about the features of her ship, but Marina had to interrupt.

"Wait- what's the battle station?"

A mischievous grin dawned on Pearl's face, the kind of expression she wore only when she had some kind of devious plan, "Wanna find out?"

With a bit of hesitation, Marina agreed and let herself be lead to the lower deck which was strangely dark. She felt like she was going to trip and fall as Pearl guided her through the hallway, but she had to trust her girlfriend. After a moment, they stopped along the wall in a different room, at least Marina thought it was a different room, she couldn't really tell in the lighting.

"Are you ready for this?" the inkling asked as she squeezed their hands together.

The taller girl nodded and squeezed her hand back, "I guess so?"

"Good." Then with the flip of a switch, the large room lit up in purple blacklight, revealing a small turf war course with two spawn areas on opposite sides that glowed fluorescent neon colors. Fake plants and obstacles were lit up with unnatural colors, yet enough darkness was left in the room to make it difficult to see quite where you would be stepping. Along the wall the light switch had been on, a line of weapons in every class and type stood waiting to be picked for battle.

"You have... a whole glow in the dark turf war stage on your boat?!" Marina asked, her jaw practically on the floor from how amazed she was at the engineering of such a place. She looked over at her girlfriend with a huge smile, and she received one in return.

"Sure do, now..." Pearl stepped off to the side to grab a pair of splat dualies, twirling one of the guns in her hand. "Wanna ink some turf?"

Marina excitedly ran down the line of weapons, finding her favorite splatbrella and testing its shielding capabilities before laughing, "It's on."

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eikaprime · 7 months

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Oneshot Alert!

Have some totally-not-Pearlina flashfic, everyone.

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i-am-so-sad-i-cant-cry · 2 months

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Chapter seven :D

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budglet177 · 3 months

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What’s goin down squid kids and lesbians? I’ve got some more worm yuri for yall. Enjoy a healthy dose of worm angst while we go insane waiting for side order :)

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nipotazzi · 15 hours

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Simphony in Fortissimo Agitando - Chapter 2:

Pearl went ahead inside of the building before them, because she wanted to make sure that it was actually safe. Thanks to a quick scan, the drone confirmed that the place was devoid of living creatures, and thus invited the others in.

“House’s clean. Get inside!”

Acht and Eight quickly obeyed, and after passing through the hole, they finally felt somewhat safer. Eight was about to help Marina sit on a pile of snow, but before she could do that, her eyes had suddenly lighted up, scaring the young octoling.

“Asset manipulated without authorization: repairing node function activated.”

“Uh? Wha-”

Before Pearl could end her sentence, they all saw how the debris of the fallen wall started flickering, and after a few seconds, reassembled themselves back onto the place in which they belonged. Any damage dealt to it had been restored almost instantly.

Darkness quickly fell upon them, with only Marina and Pearl acting as illumination through their unnatural luminescence. They all immediately looked in the direction of the octoling at fault, worried expressions forming on their faces. Acht instinctively made a dreadful expression, and when they realized it, immediately forced themselves to a neutral expression again. The low visibility allowed them to hide it just in time.

“Uhm… Eight?

The scared girl looked at her robotic adoptive figure, pleading with her eyes.

“Put her down… and come here, very slowly… we’ll… we’ll figure something out…”

Eight slowly let go of Marina, who had already started moving into a fetal position on the ground. The Agitando made her rock back and forth, repeating the same phrase over and over about how a user was necessary to fix a poorly explained issue.

Acht, Pearl and Eight were now in the corner, confabulating on what happened and on what they could do to help, checking up on her at a steady pace.

“So… we all agree that she sounds an awful lot like a computer, right?” Acht intervened, “No emotion in her voice, typical software-to-user lexicon… ”

The drone and Eight nodded. They were knowledgeable enough to recognize at least the basics of computer language, but this did not lessen any amount of the worry that they were proving.

“But that's impossible! With the tower gone, it should be over! She can't be…”

“Then why is she still talking like a DOS screen?”

They all turned around to look at her for a moment, and then returned to face each other.

“...a DOS that seems to be inputting their own commands independently too… Marina still has the master control on the simulation, but she’s not herself: there couldn't be a more dangerous combination at the moment.”

“Wait, are you saying that…?”

“Look… best case scenario, this is just the result of having all of that data flow through her brain. She might come back to her senses, eventually, but If that's not the case… I fear that whatever that contraption might have done, it's still here. Inside of her."

Fandom: Splatoon

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Marina/Pearl (Splatoon), Agent 3/Agent 8 (Splatoon)

Characters: Pearl (Splatoon), Marina (Splatoon), Dedf1sh | Acht (Splatoon), Agent 8 (Splatoon), Order | Smollusk (Splatoon)

Summary:

Sorry, but the Agitando begs to differ.

Reblogs are always appreciated, and feedback is too.

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