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too true

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(he/him)

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however could you tell?

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(he/him)

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counterpoint! i also love girls!

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"you lived you know?" Said the voice

"I know.... But I still don't know why I'm here, I don't know what I'm even alive for" said lane

"I mean. Look at me! I'm a goddamn mew!! And I can't even get a job!" She continued

"I try to help them, goddamit I try but... I just feel like more a burden than anything else" she finished.

"I can't answer everything for you, y'know?" Said the voice, again

"I know... I just ... Wish I knew what I was doing for once..." Lane said as she looked up at the moon covered sun

"y'know, this is the first time I actually see an eclipse" she mentions casually

"well? Is it pretty? Live up to your expectations?" He said, snorting a little. He already knew the answer

"yeah. It's beautiful... Did you know this is the only planet int he universe where this can happen? All the angles and sizes and everything is perfect for this! Just... Just like how this planet is perfect for life. For the pokemon, the big and the small, the myths and legends and all the normal ones. The weird and wacky and basic and boring. All of them"

"yeah. It's kinda crazy. Almost feels made up that we're.... Here. At all. You and me, tlsking like this.... It's nice, to finally meet you. I was thinking our meeting would be a lot more... Rough" he said, chucking a bit

"you seem like that kind. That thinks the worst of things... I sure hope my baby isn't like you! That'd suck" lane responded

"what will you do if it is?" He replied back, in a snarky tone

"love it, and care about it, and help it and just... Be there for it. Like every mother should be" lane responded, holding her belly

"....great answer. I like your attitude, firstborn. We need more... People? Pokemon? We need more like you" he said. Smiling

"guess it's time huh? To... Wake up. And keep going in life. To keep the cycle going" lane says, almost dejected

"nah... Not a cycle. I'd call it more... A series of starts, and resets, and continues" he said. Looking at the sun and the moon, as they part ways.

"yeah. You're right. Today is a new beggining after all. No?" Lane says, smiling, happy tears dropping down her eyes.

"yeah. It's time to start anew" he said

"and... And stay determined no?" Lane asked. Shaking a bit

"always. No matter what"

"thank you...." Lane said, slowly closing her eyes, as she left herself drift back into the world, and out of her dreams.

"thank you..... Coolsans"

(Art by @speckostardust )

//thank you all for your support this past year.

//you all are the best! To many more posts and years!

//from the bottom of my red heart. Thank you.

//MEW!!!!

#OMG I MADE THAT!!!!! #art

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hi hi! if you've clicked on this profile, that's cool! i post art here! i also run a lot of other blogs, so if you get a like or follow from me, they might be because of those!

my main fandoms include:

pokemon

splatoon

sonic

night in the woods

chicory: a colorful tale

blogs i run:

@trainquokka-barry - Barry the Quokka from the Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog on tumblr! it's an ask-focused blog!

@speckostardust-alt - my reblog spam place! be warned though, it's mostly quick reblogs, so i don't tag things with trigger warnings over there!

pkmn irl blogs!

@nelson-and-friends - Ranger Speck Peony!

@speckle-peony - same as above, but as an smeargle eebydeeby! low stakes!

@vang-feraligatr - Vang the Feraligatr and family, a PMD blog! low stakes, moatly slice of life!

@cafe-sketchbook - Syrup the Smeargle, the eebydeeby who runs the Sketchbook Café in Accumula Town!

@unlucky-dragonite - Roz Onfonyne Dragonite, an eebydeeby faller!

and now, onto me! i draw a lot, and a lot of the time it's art for the blogs above! sometimes it's art that's not related too! i also write quite a bit, and you'll see me posting that here too!

#intro post

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cold and wet and tired - speckostardust

//a piece based on the posts I made a couple days ago, where Roz was stuck in a storm.

#art #pokemon art #my art

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Slight Side Order spoilers below cut!

HOLY SHIT I BEAT THE DLC FOR THE FIRST TIME AND GOT TO INKOPOLIS SQUARE AND I'M EXPLORING AND THEN JUST

#side order spoilers #but barely like nothing story related #splatoon fanart #splatoon #splatoon 3 #side order

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When Catastrophe Hits (And Catastrophe Is Extremely Compassionate)

A Mewtwo-centric fic, where Mewtwo is born with too much compassion, and where Lorelei of the Indigo League is tasked with tracking them down, is now live on AO3!

#pokemon #fanfic #mewtwo #pokemon fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own

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Toothless Being A Very Silly Guy

I've had Toothless in my mind since the dancing Toothless meme, so I painted him in class

#art #painting #original art #my art #how to train your dragon #toothless #httyd #httyd toothless

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Art!

Took a big group photo! Me and all of my 'Mons!

All eighteen of them...

All their names and items are in the alt text!

#art #my art

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I finally finished my character lineup for most of my characters!

Took me way longer than is should of and stayed open on my computer for basically half a year, but it's finally done!

#art #oc #original character #furry #furry art #digital art #original art #anthro #drawing #digital drawing

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Blueberry, Looking Out Of The Closet

A 5 + 1 fic about coming out.

The first chapter is out on Ao3 now! Check it out! It takes place in a modified post-pacifist Underswap!

The next chapter is set to be released in either March or April.

Read it on Ao3

Chapter 1: Nights of Giftmas

The heater is on, blowing warm air into the room. Blue’s room is left dark, save for the small light under their blanket, coming from their laptop’s LEDs at the lowest setting. 

Blue is opening their favorite game, AUniversity. The intro begins, a short cinematic, and Blue doesn’t skip it. Why would they ever? They love it.

The camera pans above water, showing a large school overlooking a lake. It zooms into a courtyard, with two large goat-like monsters passing out free samples of some kind of food on a stick. One is wearing a tropical-patterned with huge curved horns and long blond hair, and the other wears a purple sundress and sunhat with a purple ribbon, with small horns poking out from them. Boxes slide in from off-screen to under their face as the camera zooms in on the two smiling, naming them as Kingsly and Quinn. Blue knows them as the nice ones. They do a bunch of charity work together. Quinn likes to help out her fellow students and tutor them for free, and Kingsly likes to cook meals for those in need.

The camera zooms off to another part of the campus, right outside of a dorm room. Inside, two humans argue: One has very tanned and dark skin, wearing a blue shirt, and the other is pale, with a slight blush, wearing a green hoodie. The boxes slide in as the one in green throws a book at the other, naming them as Sirik and Harac. The troublemakers. Both love to prank pretty much everyone.

The camera goes through the room and out the door, into the hallway, where two monsters are talking: a cheery light blue rabbit wearing a soft yellow polo and deep red pants, and a brown cat wearing a pink sweater and leather jacket, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. The boxes name them as Henry and Harper. The top student and the bad kid. Henry is almost always studying, and trying to drag Harper into his studies. Harper constantly tries to skip class, but Henry literally drags him to class.

The camera runs through the halls and into a classroom, with a teacher teaching the class. The teacher is an enthusiastic, tall skeleton, and a box slides in to name him Roman. The best teacher in the school. He teaches history and is super passionate about it. He wants all his students to feel safe in his classroom.

The camera exits through another door in the classroom and rushes down another hall, then into another doorway leading to a library. At a table sits two monsters: a tall, angry-looking fish lady with red hair, with her head in her hands over a book, and a much smaller yellow lizard patting the other’s back. The boxes slide in to name the two as Nerco and Phonse. Nerco came to the school on a sports scholarship, and really struggles with her studies, and Phonse tutors and helps Nerco as much as she can.

The camera goes past the two and into a dark corner of the library, where a skeleton with a green scarf and black jacket sits on a bean bag, crocheting a small blue blanket. The box slides in to name him Kaushan. Blue’s favorite character. He's the librarian, and often sleeps in the corner of the library to avoid doing his work. He’s not the best at communicating, which is why Blue relates to him so much.

The camera then moves to a book on a nearby table, where it opens to a painting of the school itself. In the sky above it, the title fades in, and under it the main menu.

Blue smiles as they start the game itself. Their avatar climbs out of bed in their dorm room, a little chibi skeleton. It’s dressed in a white sweater, black pants, and a light blue scarf, and its eyes are bright stars. They spent a while trying to get it as accurate as possible. They move their character out the door and to the library in a practiced motion.

In the dark corner of the library, Kaushan sits on his beanbag, just like in the intro, but in a chibi art style. With the game prompting them to, they sit down on a beanbag next to him. 

A text box slides in from the bottom of the screen, as a much more detailed image of Kaushan slides in from the right, and a more detailed version of Blue slides in from the left.

“Oh, hi, Blue.” The text box says. Kaushan’s name appears under him over the text box. “How was your winter vacation?” 

Oh, that’s right! Giftmas had just passed. They had spent the entire day with their brother and a ton of friends! They had planned to come out as non-binary to everyone that morning when they were opening gifts, by giving their brother a gift that had confetti and stuff in it, but they got too nervous, and…

Well, the gift is still sitting under their bed.

They look at their options to respond. 

“> I didn’t really do anything exciting. > I went on vacation to a cooler place. > I spent it with my family.”

They select the last option. “I spent it at home with my family.” They whisper the words on the screen out loud, to better feel immersed in the game. 

“> It was great! > It was nice, but something happened. > It wasn’t the best.”

“It was nice, but something happened,” Blue whispers.

“Oh no, what happened?” the digital skeleton asked. 

“> I wasn’t able to tell them something. > It just wasn’t too great. > There was an incident.”

“I… wasn’t able to tell them something,” they whisper, reciting the words on the screen, before deviating from them. “I really wanted to tell them all, especially Paps, that I’m non-binary, but I just wasn’t able to do it.”

They wonder why the game had such an accurate answer for what they wanted to tell Kaushan. Sure, they had saved the game right after the winter midyears, but these text prompts were way too close to reality.

“Oh, I see.” Kaushan’s sprite changes to a smiling pose. “I hope that, even if it’s far in the future, you’re able to say what you want to say.”

“Thank you, Kaushan,” Blue whispers, going off of the game’s text once again. “I wish I could tell them. I want to tell them so bad! But even if I plan everything, down to each and every reaction, I just can’t do it!”

A knock comes from the door of Blue’s room, causing them to jump a little. 

“Hey, bro?” Papyrus’ voice calls. Blue cringes slightly at their brother misgendering them, even though they haven’t come out to him yet. “We’re having ice cream downstairs. You want some?”

Quickly, they save the game and shut their computer, then pop their head out of the bottom of their blanket to look at their brother. Still, they speak in a whispered voice. “Do I have to go downstairs?”

Papyrus chuckles. “I thought your social battery was empty. Brought some up for you. Mind if I sit in here? You don't gotta talk if you don't wanna.”

Blue ponders for a moment, a speculating look crossing their face. After a moment, they nod, crawl out of the bottom of their bed awkwardly, and stand up to face their brother. Papyrus offers a bowl of ice cream and Blue takes it. Together, the two sit on Blue's bed.

The two eat their ice cream silently, the only sounds in the room coming from the talking downstairs and the slight clinking of their spoons against the porcelain bowls. 

“Hey, Paps?” Blue starts, still whispering. “I uh, um…”

“What’s up, Sans?” Papyrus responds.

There it is again. That name that they are so deeply connected to. The name that they were given when they were born, the name that’s on all their papers, and the name that they grew up with. 

But still, even through all that, the name that they have grown away from and feel disgusted by. Small tears start to well up in Blue’s eye sockets.

“Hey, hey, bro, it’s okay, take your time.” Papyrus desperately attempts to comfort his sibling. He takes Blue into an embrace, where Blue is attempting to stop their tears.

Slowly, Blue’s sobbing stops, but the tears don’t stop flowing from their eye sockets. “I uh… I’m sorry.” Their words are barely even a whisper yet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I’m sorry for not being able to tell you is what Blue wants to say, but the words never properly come out.

“Don’t say you’re sorry. What’s wrong?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I…” They gulp, swallowing nothing but nerves. “I… I want to be called Blue.”

“I… could you repeat that? I couldn’t hear you.” Papyrus leans a little closer to his closeted sibling.

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even tried.” Blue panics to say something else, change the topic, c’mon, they can do something. “T-the ice cream’s good!” They say a little too loud, flinching at the volume of their own voice.

Papyrus looks at them, a small frown crossing his face. “Yeah, it is.” 

Silence takes over between the two again, the warm air from the heater drying the last of Blue’s tears. When they’ve finished their ice cream, Papyrus takes the bowl from them and goes to leave the room.

“You know, I really care about you,” Papyrus says. “If you ever want to talk about anything, you can talk to me.” He pauses with a sigh. “We could get you a therapist, if you want.”

Blue stays silent, but shakes their head slightly.

“Just… think about it, ‘kay?” Papyrus starts to pull the door closed. “G’night, bro.”

The door clicks shut, and Blue collapses onto their pillow, letting the blanket fall on top of them, and moving their laptop to their bedside table. All they want to do is tell their brother. They could’ve done it right then and there. It’s all they want to do…

#ao3 #archive of our own #undertale #underswap #fanfic #if you saw me post this to the wrong blog no you didnt

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listening to this on loop cause the soldiers in mako mart are listening to it 24/7

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #Youtube

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Rebloggin this because I reread it and I want to write like this again.

@heropartnerweek Day 6 - Alone

A kind of prologue to a story I’m writing. It’s pretty long, and also made my beta reader cry a little at points. Have fun!

(Lore note before we start! When you aren’t particularly close to a Pokémon, you call them by their species name. It’s kind of like calling people by their last name in east asian countries or calling someone Mr., Ms., or Mx., but everybody already knows their last name.)

(also I guess this is kind of four stories but shhhh.)

His Brother Is Here For Him

Caterpie knew it was one of those days. Just by the way Charles, the town's resident hero, walked through the center. 

He knew by the way the Charmeleon's shoulders sagged, how his gaze was a couple degrees lower than normal, how his scarf was tied off-center, how his mouth wasn’t smiling or frowning, stuck in neutral, how the flame on his tail was dimmer, how it was a shade of red instead of a bright orange, bordering on white, like how it was before, how he could clearly see the blue-tipped tail his family was known for through the flame.

And worst of all, how his eyes were devoid of that clear and powerful determination Caterpie came to associate with him. 

As Charles passed by the bank, he saw Charizard, the one from Team ACT (Charles’ brother, Caterpie reminds himself), notice the depressed lizard going by, and turns to him, eyes full of concern. Caterpie doesn’t want to intrude on their conversation, but he’s too close to the salamander brothers he can't help but overhear.

“Hey, Charles, you doing alright today?” Charizard asks his brother, his deep baritone voice shining with worry. 

“I’m fine, Seymour,” Charles replies way too fast. “I’m just… going to get some work.”

“It’s okay to not be fine, Charles.” The Charizard slowly reaches out to him with one hand, the other on his chest. “You can tell me these things. I love you, you know.”

The smallest, faintest of smiles crosses the Charmeleon’s snout. “I know. I do too.”

Charizard’s grin grows. “C’mon, say it back.”

Charles’ smile grows just a bit more. “Love you too.”

Grinning even wider (Caterpie doesn’t know how he smiles so wide, it’s pretty much his entire face), Charizard takes his brother into an embrace, which the shorter one accepts and hugs back. 

Letting go of the Charmeleon, Charizard pats him on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t we go out on a job together today? Just me and you. No Ashford, no Sadie.”

The two are silent for a second. “I’d like that,” Charles says after a second.

The two of them start walking towards the post office again, Charizard bidding farewell to his usual teammates. “It’ll be just like old times! Like when we were still kids and playing Rescue Team in the street!”

“Yeah,” Charles says, a smile actually appearing on his face.

“Whoah, don’t get too excited now! We’ve still got a job to do!” Charizard says, laughing as the two get further down the road, out of Caterpie’s hearing range. 

Caterpie knows what happened. He knows that Charles’ partner Sam, the Psy-Raichu that used to be a human, mysteriously disappeared one day, and how he couldn’t stop thinking about it some days, like today. But Caterpie sincerely hopes that he knows there are other people that care about him too.

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His Daughter Is Here For Him

(TW: copious drinking, alcoholism as an escape)

Spinda was very concerned by one of his customers today.

The Grovyle had come in right at opening time, 1:30 in the afternoon, and claimed a table by himself near the corner, but close enough to the bar. He had ordered a Grass Gummy “Juice” (yes it is in quotations, Spinda knows what it is, everyone who orders it does, it’s on the secret menu) and Spinda couldn’t even get a word out before the Grovyle’s ID was out and shown to him. Of course, it was just a formality, as Spinda had known Grovyle would come in with his partner, a Riolu, often. But this was the first time he had gotten a good look at his ID, and he knew his name was Jax now. 

He had always, and Spinda means always, come in with his partner Riolu before. He had never seen the two apart, even in the mornings outside of the bar. 

It was past closing now, 2:26 in the morning, and the Grovyle (Jax, Spinda reminds himself) had now had over ten servings of “Juice” (way more than he’s ever had before, Spinda notes), and had his head down on the table, his entire body shaking, the occasional sob loud enough to be heard.

Spinda cleared and cleaned the tables starting at the farthest away from Jax, not wanting to kick out the miserable looking Pokémon, while Wobbuffet and Wynaut cleaned up their recycling service. Eventually though, Spinda had cleaned all the tables except for one, arriving at the Grovyle’s table at exactly 2:41:24.

He looked down at the sobbing Pokémon. Gently, he placed his paw on his shoulder. “Hey buddy,” he says softly, but still loud enough so he knows the Grovyle can hear him. “We’re closed. Ya gotta go home now.”

With a sniffle, the Grovyle picks up his head, and nods. His eyes are bloodshot from crying, and tears stain his cheeks. “M’kay.”

As he attempts to stand, his legs start to wobble uncontrollably. His chair, already pushed out from under him, does nothing to keep him from falling to the floor. 

Quickly dropping down to help him up, Spinda wraps his arm around his own neck, helping the man to his feet. “Y’alright, Grovyle?”

The sobbings from the reptile grow louder. “I’m sorry,” he says between sobs. “I’m… I’m useless, I can’t do anything right.”

Spinda starts to tear up himself, listening to Jax’s self-deprecating words, unable to say anything. He helps him get to the door, while Jax continues apologizing.

“I-I-I don’t know why N l-l-left,” the Grovyle says. “H-h-he just disappeared, and, and, he left his stuff, and, and I hope he’s okay, he would never leave me alone on purpose, something must've happened, he wouldn't leave, but I’m, I’m too stupid to know what happen…”

Spinda keeps his mouth shut. He didn’t know what to say, he was never good in situations like this. 

"I-I-I wish I w-w-w-was…" Jax breaks out in loud sobs, openly weeping as they emerge at the crossroads.

"Dad!" a shout calls. Running from Treasure Town's entrance is a small blue Pokémon, about as tall as Spinda himself, with feelers on their head and a watery look to them. In all his years, Spinda's never even seen a Pokémon like this. "I'm so sorry, I'm Manaphy, this is my dad, I'm really sorry you had to carry him, I can take him here, I'm really sorry," they say hurriedly, all in one breath.

"It's quite alright," Spinda says as Manaphy slips under Jax’s other arm. "I was planning to carry him to wherever he needed to be. It's no problem."

Manaphy attempts to bow, but with her father on her shoulder, she finds it difficult. "Thank you so much for taking him out here. Umm… goodbye, I guess. Thanks."

Spinda watches as the father-child duo walk away towards Treasure Town. He hopes that Jax knows that he has people that care about him. 

He also hopes that he doesn't come back until he can control his drinking problem.

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Her Friend Is Here For Her

Quagsire was heartbroken over the entire thing. He loved watching Toki and Nara walking past his little booth everyday, going out for jobs. The Tepig and Oshawott were always talking, hmm? Well, it was more like Toki was talking to Nara, and Nara added something in occasionally. It was charming.

Then the split happened. Well, that’s what Quagsire was calling it. Catchy, hmm? It was when Toki had suddenly disappeared one morning, with no witnesses seeing her leave. Nor had she told anyone she was going anywhere. Nor had she brought any of her supplies with her. It was very strange, mmm, for Toki to leave Nara and the Paradise so suddenly like that. Was she carried off into the night by some kind of mysterious force, that may or may not even be a Pokémon itself?

Mmm, speculation, Quagsire thinks.

The Oshawott herself walks by Quagsire’s assembly, dragging her feet through the dirt. Nara’s eyes were dead to the outside world, and she was mumbling something to herself.

“Nara!” he calls out. “Nara dear! Could you come over here for a moment?”

After a moment, Nara turns towards Quagsire. She waddles over to him. “Mm,” she mumbles. Quagsire’s plan step one complete.

“Nara, would you, hmm, come with me for the day? I’m sure you could skip work for the day.” Nara looks at Quagsire, and he looks back at the absence of light in them. “Please?” he adds.

Almost reluctantly, Oshawott slowly nods her head. Taking the confirmation, Quagsire steps out of the doorway of his tent and gestures for Nara to go in. She does so slowly, and Quagsire follows her in, letting the door flap down. Quagsire plan step two complete.

Time to get the girl to talk, hmm?

“Take a seat, mmm, on the couch, would you?” he says, sitting on the adjacent chair. 

A moment passes in silence, as Nara sits. “What’re… you doing?”

“I am, mm, simply here for you to talk to. Vent. Feel free to talk about anything on your mind. I am a great listener, hmm?”

Quagsire’s plan step three, get Nara to do therapy, in progress.

Nara stares at him blankly.

Seconds pass, mmm, and then minutes.

“I miss her,” she finally says, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “I really, really miss Toki. She was my best friend ever, but then she disappeared.”

Quagsire watches on, waiting for the Oshawott to continue.

“I just…” she stops for another pause, putting her thoughts into words. “I don’t know why she left. Why? Why did she leave?”

Another pause, hmm, as Quagsire waits again.

“I am… I’ll… I’ve searched the entire continent, just looking for her.” She puts her head in her paws. “And there’s nothing. No trace of her. Like she just… disappeared off the planet, like after we stopped the Bittercold.”

She pauses again. 

“I just…” the tears start to leak from her eyes. “I really miss her.”

The little Oshawott breaks into uncontrolled sobs, finally letting out all the built up emotions. She lays back into the small couch as Quagsire walks over to hug her.

Hmmm, new Quagsire plan step four: get Nara an actual therapist.

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His Father Is Here For Him

(TW: self harm, cutting, mental breakdowns, self-deprecation, suicidal ideation)

Nuzleaf knows his adopted son was always quiet. It was just his personality. He very rarely spoke over twenty words in a day, never any more than three words at a time. He had preferred to speak in sign language, though he was never the best at it. But when Champ stopped communicating completely, Nuzleaf noticed.

Champ’s best friend and Expedition Team partner, a Piplup named Fin, had strangely disappeared about a month ago. After days of searching (and skipping school, but Nuzleaf doesn’t really care for that) and no progress, the Chespin had all but locked himself in his room. He only left to eat, only a couple berries at a time, and spent his time curled up in a ball on his bed, crying. 

So many of his other friends from school came by to try and talk to him. Even the members of the Expedition Society came to Nuzleaf’s front door.

Still, Champ hadn’t spoken, or signed, or even reacted to their presence. 

It was late at night when Nuzleaf heard it. He had woken up to get some water. But when he got to the kitchen itself…

He heard a quiet, but intense sobbing coming from Champ’s room.

He quickly made his way to the room, as silently as he could, and peered in. Sitting on his bed was the Chespin, a half-eaten oran berry next to him, slouched down and facing away from the door, but still tilted towards it so Nuzleaf could see his face, with a harvesting knife in his right hand and his left arm decorated with varying levels of cuts.

Nuzleaf, startled, inhales sharply, and his adoptive son hears it, snapping his head in Nuzleaf’s direction. Champ, also startled, hastily throws the knife into his bag, and hides his wounded arm behind his back, picking the oran berry up with his other. Tears leak from his eyes as he trembles, seemingly terrified that Nuzleaf found him doing this.

Nuzleaf takes a tentative step towards his son. Champ flinches, the grassy quills on his head shaking. “I’m… not mad,” Nuzleaf says tentatively. “I’m not angry… I’m not… I just want to know why. I just want to understand.”

The Chespin, still trembling, slowly raises both of his hands, dropping the oran berry. Nuzleaf can clearly see the cuts on the boy’s arm. Oh Arceus, he thinks, none of that was there this morning, has he been healing his cuts everyday with oran berries? All the scars on his arms, he assumed they came from his adventuring, are they from this?

I, Champ starts, but pauses, thinking of his next words, cut myself. He flinches, physically startled by his own silent words. I… if I can’t keep one friend, one person close to me, just… He signs so fast that Nuzleaf can’t keep up with it, then he throws his hands to his sides. He picks them back up and starts to sign again. I don’t deserve to be happy. I should be by myself. Alone. Like how I should be.

Nuzleaf can feel the tears on his cheeks. Slowly he makes his way to the broken child. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry Champ. Ya shouldn’t be feeling like this. Nobody should. You’ve saved so many people, you have so many friends. Yer friend, I’m sure, is just missing, and she wants to come back, I know it. Both of you know each other almost if not as well as you know yerselves. You are… You are worth it. You are worth caring for, worrying for, crying for. You are not a burden. People care about you and worry for you because they want to, because you make them happy. You are not alone.”

Champ tears up, swinging his arms around his father and bawling into his chest. He makes some attempts at speaking, but Nuzleaf pats his back, letting him know it’s okay for him to not speak right now.

The two stay in their embrace until the sun threatens to come in through the window. Nuzleaf is the first to stand up.

“Let’s go get those cuts healed, Champ,” he says, taking his son’s hand. Champ shakily nods as he uses Nuzleaf to stand. “We should… probably get you a professional therapist too, huh?”

Hesitantly, Champ nods, taking the first step on a new journey.

#reblog

[speckostardust]

Sam is in @splatoonpolls's Splatoon OC tourney, and there's only a day left on the poll, so here's some propaganda!

A sketch of Sam's band "Mailrunner!" A band of seven idiots, and the only one with smarts doesn't have hands.

(I used this picrew by KetrinDarkDragon to get my thoughts out for the band!)

Cellist/Upright Bass: Sam Caffee (they/them) Singer/Saxophonist: Forrestt Thyme (she/he)

Elec. Bass: Morgan Tea (any/all) Singer/Trumpet: Grant Rollspring (he/him)

Drums: Orange Clementine (they/zed)

Guitar: Gil Fissh (he/they)

Keys/Table: Ivana Burger (she/it)

Yes they are all supposed to be food puns.

Vote for Sam!

#oc #art #original character #splatoon #splatoon oc tourney #doodle #sketch

[speckostardust]

I'm in the middle of sketching out Sam's band Mailrunner, and I just gotta say that I hate drawing a drumset.

When I start the final on my tablet I'm building that thing in 3d or something and tracing it there's way I'm drawing that from scratch.

SPLATOON OC CONTEST ROUND 2 BATTLE 1

btw please check out the propaganda section!

dapple by @jesterjamz vs Sam by @speckostardust

PROPAGANDA

Dapple

ok so basically they’re octavio’s grandkid & ended up hearing the calamari inkantation during the agent 3 battle & they WANTED to go to the surface but couldn’t (due to being octavio’s grandkid. & also being like 7 or something) so they taught themselves the inkling language in the meantime! & then when dapple turned 14 they finally decided to escape to the surface! yay! however they got lost in salmonid territory, which is where mr grizz found them. mr grizz was basically like “hey kid if you can take on a horde of salmonids in a fight by yourself you can stay with me” (not actually what he said but oh well) & dapple managed to do it! yippee! they lived at grizzco for a while after that in inkopolis square! & then mr grizz “relocated” to splatsville & “encouraged” dapple to go out & participate in splatfests & turf wars & all that. there’s a lot more but i cant write a whole essay on dapple but long story short marooners bay ends up having all shifts there cancelled indefinitely & dapple takes it upon themself to investigate & that’s where they meet The Undaunted Guardian of Marooner’s Bay! (bea for short, she’s a salmonling. i would have submitted her too if i could submit multiple ocs but unfortunately dapple & bea are not in a band together). i’m still writing out their whole story in my phone’s notes app but there’s a lot of stuff involved like big run & splatfest & even dapple dueling cohozuna himself! very interesting.

Sam

Sam is a Salmonid... BUT WITH LEGS. They hatched out of their egg like that. They were shunned by their community of Salmonids, and eventually left, finding themself in the Splatlands. There they learned the customs and cultures of all different kinds of creatures. Now they work at the coffee shop above the Anarchy Splatcast, and they are the cellist for the band "Mailrunner", a band with 6 others, four Inklings, an Octoling, and an Octarian.

#reblog #splatoon oc tourney #splatoon

[speckostardust]

Good game Caviar and @are-you-judd-enough!

SPLATOON OC TOURNEY

ROUND 1 BATTLE 1

OC PROPAGANDA!

CAVIAR, creator @are-you-judd-enough

This is Caviar Hustle. Just a background octoling, but a huge dork. Of all the things that keep reoccuring naturally, like war, kindness and taxes, Sonic the Hedgehog persists and thats their entire personality. Cant get out of B Rank because their equipment is entirely run speed up (keeps drinking it even though they hate the flavour)

Sam, creator @speckostardust

Sam is a Salmonid... BUT WITH LEGS. They hatched out of their egg like that. They were shunned by their community of Salmonids, and eventually left, finding themself in the Splatlands. There they learned the customs and cultures of all different kinds of creatures. Now they work at the coffee shop above the Anarchy Splatcast, and they are the cellist for the band "Mailrunner", a band with 6 others, four Inklings, an Octoling, and an Octarian.

#reblog