I Octo Expansion

i ❤️ octo expansion

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…

cuttletavio nation i come bearing a fic

(fortheloveof_nayru on ao3)

enjoy doodle of my octoling design for him

WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THERES A NEW TIDAL RUSH REMIX???

bored on zoom meeting yesterday 👍

fictober '24 day #4 - "no, we're not doing that"

fandom: doctor who fanfiction

“Where to tonight?” “Hm, I’m thinking Darillium. I’ve been wanting to go for ages, but something always comes up.” 

For once, their timelines seemed to be fairly lined up. Professor River Song had been in Stormcage for a few years now, and the Doctor was simply floating around, waiting for the Ponds to ring. 

It had become a nightly thing for the Doctor to pop into Stormcage in the TARDIS, usually sporting a new bowtie, sonic open River’s cell, and whisk her away for a night of wonder and beauty across the stars. Pretty normal date for two space-and-time travelers. 

The Doctor couldn’t deny his aversion to going to Darillium - yes, it was high on his wife’s ‘bucket list’, and yes it was considered one of the top-ten most romantic places in the universe - but going would seal River’s fate, and the Doctor wasn’t quite ready for that to happen. 

“No, we’re not doing that. Not yet, at least.” 

River frowned. “Why not? It’s romantic, I want to go, you’ve probably never been-” The Doctor started bouncing around the console, cutting off River before she could finish. “There were no reservations at the restaurant there. Yes, that’s why.” “Sweetie, you’re a time traveler. Since when has ‘no reservations’ ever stopped you?” 

“Since right now, any other choices?” 

River sighed and sat in one of the springy, weathered yellow chairs. She really wondered why he didn’t just replace these things when his console room had changed. For god’s sake, the TARDIS was vast - basically never-ending - and fully intelligent. What stopped her from fixing a few seats? 

“Dinner would be nice.” 

“Then dinner it shall be. Y’know, I keep seeing reviews for this one place on Hephastos in the fifty-fifth century, apparently they have the best fish fingers in the universe, plus painters and musicians simply everywhere…” He continued on like this whilst pressing buttons and turning knobs, et cetera, et cetera. 

River, meanwhile, was deep in thought. In the roughly twenty to one hundred years she had known the Doctor - the years tended to blur together for her, she had no idea how long it had actually been, or really a specific idea of how old she was - any time she brought up Darillium, he changed the subject and moved on. She had known the whole time that they were meeting in reverse order - the more she knew him, the less he knew her. Presumably, he had already been through her last meeting with him. He most likely knew her end, which presumably had to do with Darillium, and everyone knows that the Doctor hates endings.

“Aha, we’re here.” The Doctor said, peeking his head out the front door. “Just making sure there aren’t any hungry creatures out there to, ah, eat us.” He poked his head out again before shutting the door behind him. “Maybe we’ll come back next week.” 

River couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. If there was anything the Doctor could do best, it was fly his TARDIS and land in the worst possible moments. She decided this was her cue to stop pondering their never-ending paradox that was their timeline and help him fly the ship. 

She pecked him on the cheek and put her hands on top of his on a lever. “Allow me, sweetie.” 

The Doctor became a bit flustered before stepping back. River flew the TARDIS expertly, landing it perfectly in the front lot of the restaurant he was talking about, and not in the middle of a hungry mob. Dinner was spectacular - as always - and the volcanic sunset on the planet did not disappoint. 

River had almost entirely forgotten about her train of thought about Darillium - it was covered up by cheesy compliments and quick kisses from her husband. If Darillium really meant the end of this, maybe she didn’t want to go too badly.