I Was Bored So I Made Some Shitty Wheatley Pride Pfps (if Ppl Like These Ill Make More)

i was bored so i made some shitty wheatley pride pfps (if ppl like these i’ll make more)

fictober 2024 - day 1 - 'that was good work'

fandom: splatoon fanfiction

Agent 3 collapsed near Cuttlefish Cabin. They were exhausted. They had hit a particularly hard kettle, and despite the Captain’s assurance that it was quite alright for them to move on, or simply stop for the day, they pushed themselves to finish. Not only that - they had then decided to keep going and do another two kettles. At the rate this squid was going, they’d be squaring up with the Octarian Menace by daybreak the next day! 

The sun was barely visible between the large octopus carving’s tentacles. The sky was streaked with orange and pink light, with the stars just beginning to twinkle. It was starting to get chilly outside, and Three was happy for the extra layers of clothing their Hero Suit gave them. 

They had a new gash on one of their tentacles. Maybe this would be the excuse they needed to cut ‘em short. It was a tiny cut, although it would most likely scar. There were various stains of purple and green ink on their gear, and their leggings had a worn hole in them. 

Cuttlefish left the cabin, leaning on his  bamboozler-turned-cane. 

“You alright there, squiddo?” 

Three nodded wearily. They didn’t talk much anyways, and they were too tired to make a sound. 

“That was good work out there. You did great.” 

Three didn’t respond. They were tired. They didn’t think that they’d done great today - they’d passed out a couple of times, and had to respawn more times then they could count. 

Cuttlefish put his hand on their shoulder. “Whatever you think, you kicked some Octarian butt. Only a handful more until we face off against the DJ.” 

Three half-heartedly nodded again. 

“C’mon, let’s get ya inside.” They lived much too far out of the city to even think about getting back home. Three was too tired to move, and instead simply shifted into squid form. They were perfectly content staying on the old cabin’s patio, but the Captain wouldn’t allow it. The old man picked them up, and reentered the cabin. He set them down on top of the futon, tossed an old quilt over them, and went to sit in his battered armchair. Three, not opening their eyes, reached their tentacles out blindly to grab one of the many zapfish plushies strewn around the room and clutched it close. 

“Sleep tight, kiddo.” i figured i'd give fictober a try! i'm hoping to keep up with fics for all my fandoms, but we'll see!

quick river from last night :) + my quickly drawn artfight pfp (it was supposed to be river lol)

cuttletavio nation i come bearing a fic

(fortheloveof_nayru on ao3)

enjoy doodle of my octoling design for him

i need to buy a snow globe

it’s over. grand fest is done, splatoon 3 is winding to a close.

thank you, splatoon. even though i started in 2 in 2021, thank you for being something in my life that brought me joy. from being an excited little 5th grader to a freshman in high school, thank you. can’t wait for more splattastic memories!

and gg team past! i knew we could do it!! 🩷💚

ps. in honor of team past’s win, let’s look back on where we started…