Finally revealing my OCs to the world! One of my future projects called “Antonio and Evan” are about a couple kids and their friends just tryna live their life in the ever so falling casino city of Atlantic City, New Jersey. Stay tuned for more!!
Happy 35th anniversary Sonic!! This franchise has really changed my life for the better when I thought all hope was lost. He taught me to never give up on my dreams, be a better person and improve on my art. Just something to post so this account isn’t super dead lol
Hey guys, it’s been a while since I last posted on here! (For those who are still with me) I’m finally opening commissions for my art. I need the money for transportation and school. I heard promoting your commissions here is a lot better than other platforms! Maybe besides commissions I’ll actually post my work here soon so that’ll be exciting.
Since we hit one of the goals on the note post thing, here’s chapter one of my currently unnamed fanfiction
Chapter 1: Deep Sea Dancing
“CUT!”
Frye stood up from her cushion, stretching out her arms and legs. Shiver and Big Man beside her start discussing lunch plans, but thinking straight is the last thing on Frye’s mind. As she absentmindedly flexes her calves, her mind races, running a mile a minute with pictures of memories. Memories from middle school, where Shiver, Frye, and Big Man first bonded. From the early days of their band, with Big Man’s endless positivity and Shiver’s relentless negotiating. And yet, even with these great friends, Frye can’t help but feel as if… as if she’s missing something. She gazes around the recording studio, trying to find what she might be looking for.
Grasping her jacket from the dumpster she had left it on, Seawyd shrugs it on and stares out of the alley. As she gazes out, her eyes adjusting to the lights, she takes in the sights of Splatsville, and the bustling Octolings and Inklings making their way to the tower or the shops. Seawyd steps out from her spot in the shade, walking towards Hotlantis. Harmony looks up, barely batting an eye as Seawyd smiles. As Seawyd shops for some decorations, Frye walks in, her shoulders slightly drooping as she grabs several bags of chips and armfuls of plush toys.
“‘Sup.” Harmony mutters, her eyes locked on her super claw toy.
Frye breathes out a sigh of anguish, barely paying attention to anything else through her obvious confusion. From the other side of the store, Seawyd clatters around clumsily, and Harmony and Frye wince as a loud crash echoes through the store. As Frye stomps aggresively to the counter, holding her box of snacks and plushes, her presence catches Seawyd’s attention.
“Hey, you’re Frye, right? That legendary dancer?” Seawyd asks, her voice quiet and full of awe.
Frye scoffs. “What does it look like? You want an autograph or something? Whatever, just make it snappy. I’ve got somewhere to be.” She stares at Seawyd expectantly as she pays for her items.
“I know that this seems kind of worthless from a nobody like me, but… I think you’re pretty fresh.” Seawyd gazes at Frye with a gaze of pure admiration and joy, sending a wave of uncertainty through Frye’s body as her odd feeling of lacking before returns.
“Uhm… thanks? Your fit is pretty fresh too. I like the shoes.” Frye mutters awkwardly, slightly shocked from the casual vibes of the complete stranger in front of her. Meanwhile, Seawyd, smiling like a maniac, places the shirt she was ordering on the counter and reaches into her wallet, pulling out enough coins to pay for all the junk Frye just bought.
“Here. It’s on me…” Seawyd says, her voice barely above a whisper as she stares down slightly at Frye.
H-huh?! I’m the rich one, she shouldn’t… she couldn’t… Frye thinks to herself, struggling to comprehend what the carp is going on. “O-oh… you… no, I can’t accept that. I’m a professional, and you’re just… well, I don’t know what you do.”
“I c-can show you… if you come to the Hadopelagic tonight…” Seawyd mutters, her voice full of sincerity as she craves to be validated by her beloved role model. Seawyd’s body grows less shaky, her confidence obviously escalating as she stares into Frye’s vibrant eyes. “If you go down the alley to the right of Grizzco that leads to Marigold’s tableturf stand, then take a left and knock on the wall with some graffiti on it, they’ll let you in. You’ll know the wall when you see it…” Seawyd blushes, seemingly shrinking as her confidence falters. Her lips quiver gently, and she quickly pays for her purchase before sprinting out the door.
What the shell was that about? Frye thinks to herself. Shrugging, she picks up her box of snacks and plushies and heads out the door, waving goodbye to Harmony with an uncomfortable smile on her face.
Holy sea snails, I didn’t just do that, did I? Seawyd nibbles absentmindedly on the sleeve of her shirt, eyes wide in fear at the situation that just unfolded. Me. A pathetic loser. Asking someone as fresh as Frye fluking ONAGA to come to a dingy club? Someone like her would never appreciate someone who hangs out with the lesser inkfish. As Seawyd spirals deeper and deeper into the vicious thoughts of self doubt, she remembers a friend of hers, an angsty Salmonid named Ranu. Remembering his choice words about her mental state, Seawyd stands up rapidly, scaring another Salmonid who was walking by. I don’t care. Whether she shows up or not, I’m putting on one shell of a show tonight.
“Oh, Frye… are you okay?” Shiver inquires, her voice somehow both apathetic and caring as it usually is. “Last time you paced like that, one of your eels had just died. Do I need to put some tea on?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me about Pyaara. She was a good one.” Frye collapses onto the couch of Deep Cut’s shared apartment, breathing a labored sigh. “Sure, Shiv. Put some tea on the stove. I’ll drink it… whenever I get around to it.” As Frye borders on tears, awkward situations and sad memories fresh on her mind, Shiver wanders the kitchen, preparing a pot of tea. Adding the special treatment to the water to make it potable, she decides to inquire further.
“Frye, dear… I can tell something’s wrong. And I know that it hurts for you to keep secrets. So please. Tell me what’s troubling you.” Shiver leaves the pot, sitting next to Frye on the plush couch.
Sniffing gently, Frye whispers out, her voice quivering. “I know that Deep Cut… w-well, Deep Cut is and always has been us three, right? With the few exceptions of Big Man and the Squid Sisters… it’s just been us.” She sighs, her foot tapping agitatedly. “But… I don’t think I want that. Something in me… sort of like back when we were younger. You and I, that weekend trip to Camp Cuttlefish…” Frye and Shiver both look upwards in unison, their faces brightening a little at the memories.
“Ah, yes… I remember that.” Shiver muses, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Well, what do you propose-”
Before she can get the rest of her sentence out, Frye jumps in, her voice rapid with embarrassment and need. “I received an invitation to a club tonight. They said they wanted to show me something.”
“That sounds awfully suspicious. Are you sure you can trust them?” Shiver clicks her tongue, staring at Frye with her signature glare. “You can definitely go, but I should come along just in case.”
Already planning her outfit and barely in the conversation anymore, Frye nods absentmindedly, her face brightening. “Of course, of course… the more the merrier.” She rushes off, her sadness all but forgotten.
Shiver shakes her head, smirking nonchalantly. “About what I expected from you, my dear Frye. You never stay upset for long.”
Seawyd shivers in anticipation, the loud music banging in her ears as she prepares to perform. After the founding of the Hadopelagic Club and the rocky introduction of Salmonids to Inkadian and Splatlandian culture, Seawyd had been exposed to the culture of the new variety of Inkfish. After breaking through the previous barrier of fear and hatred built by Mr. Grizz, the culture had so much influence on Seawyd that she decided to tell the story through dance, and developed a special style of both vocals and movement that led to her becoming SquidParty of One. As she walks out onto the dance floor, she spots Frye and Shiver in the crowd and waves timidly as Frye turns to see what the ruckus is about. Seawyd smiles as she receives a smile and a wave, then reaches the center of the dance floor, ready to perform like she’s never done before.
“Ladies and Gentlesquids… you know her, you love her, it’s the one and only Seawyd!” The roars from the crowd reach insane levels as Frye and Shiver almost get crushed by the flood. The music clicks on, and the performance begins, the very air seeming to reflect the rhythm of Seawyd’s movements. As Frye stares on in awe, she begins screaming along with the crowd, cheering on the act while slowly sliding closer. Suddenly, Seawyd flips into the air in swim form, and a pair of hands pulls Frye back as Seawyd splashes down onto the dance floor, blasting ink into the air to create a sort of makeshift confetti. “W-wow… that…” Frye jumps around excitedly. “Was incredible! Shiv, did you see that?! She did a Splashdown! On command!”
Shiver gasps in delight as she observes the spectacle. “Wow. That street chick wasn’t lying, she can dance.”
As Seawyd slides and dances to the rhythm, she even begins to sing, her voice resounding through the room as she screams to the crowd. Frye pumps her fist to the rhythm as Shiver watches in amusement, secretly overjoyed at her dear friend having so much fun.
After her performance, Seawyd collapses into a booth in the club, pounding back a pouch of her favorite drink. Frye and Shiver sit across from her, the former struggling to contain her excitement as she bounces in her seat.
“That was… INCREDIBLE!” Frye exclaims, throwing her hands into the air. “I didn’t know people could just… use specials like that! How do you do it?”
Seawyd sits up, her face deadpan yet energetic. “I’m not entirely sure, but if what Marina says means anything to you, then I’m pretty sure they removed my special limiter.”
At the mention of Marina, Shiver’s eyes widen slightly. “Hold up. First off, you know Marina? And secondly, who’s ‘they’? Who removed the special limiter?” Shiver stares at Seawyd with vicious eyes, her eyebrows raised as she awaits an answer.
“‘Course I know Marina. She helped me condition to society when I escaped from the Deep Sea Metro.” Seawyd looks up slightly, a dreamy glaze in her eyes. “At this point, with all she’s done for me, I’m forever in her debt.” Frye pouts slightly, slightly upset at her expression, as Shiver bores holes in Seawyd’s face with her glare. “And about who ‘they’ are, well… I’m not entirely sure. All I know is that I’m partially sanitized. No memories, but no green skin yet. Like Eig- oh, you three wouldn’t know Eight. Nevermind.”
“Sanitized? What’s that?” Frye cocks her head, her other emotions briefly all dropped for curiosity.
“It’s a long story. You’re probably best off asking Marina, since I barely heard a word she said.” Finally remembering who she’s talking to, Seawyd nearly trips over her own feet as she stumbles back a bit. “I sh-should probably be g-going now… see you around.” She turns and begins to leave, but as Shiver and Frye return to the dance floor, they hear a thump as Seawyd hits the floor behind them. They spin in unison, taking a moment to process Seawyd’s body. Realizing the situation, they roll her over, checking her vitals.
“She seems as ok as she could be… breathing, steady pulse… we should take her to a hospital, Shiv.” Frye blurts out, her voice full of a paradoxically calm panic. Guessing her bandmate’s thoughts, she adds, “Then we can get home and you can finally open that gift I got you for the band’s anniversary.”
Raising an eyebrow, Shiver helps lift Seawyd onto a stretcher that the club owner brought out. “Well, I wasn’t planning on leaving such a skilled dancer here alone, but I have been wondering what was in that box regardless.”
“Well, it seems her vitals are stable. Not that they weren’t, but after we got some nutrients in her, she’s definitely feeling better.”
Shiver gives a curt nod to the doctor, her face taut and apathetic. “Thank you, doctor. It’s good to see this hospital is still in good shape. This place is awfully important to the Splatlands.”
“It’s all thanks to you, Miss Hohojiro. And you as well, Miss Onaga. Without the funding you provide, we’d still be operating out of a camping tent with rusty tools.” The doctor turns back to Seawyd’s bed, her body lying peacefully on the white mattress. “This one is incredibly malnourished. I wonder why, considering the food ticket program has reduced starvation among Splatlandians by almost 80% percent…” Musing to himself, the doctor leaves the room just as Seawyd begins to stir.
A guttural moan comes from the drowsy Octoling as she sits up, blinking rapidly. “What the shell…? Where am I?”
Frye smiles wide. “Splat Square Hospital. You passed out at the club last night, and we brought you he-”
Before Frye can finish, Seawyd jumps out of bed, but almost immediately falls over onto her face. “Ah, carp…!” As she slowly climbs back up, leaning on the bedframe, her breathing accelerates. “I was supposed to go see him today… how else am I gonna eat tonight?”
Frye gasps as a look of sympathy passes over Shiver’s face. “Wait, what? Who are you talking about, and what does he have to do with you eating?”
Seawyd glances up at the yellow-haired Inkling, tears flooding her eyes. “He’s got all the tickets, and we gotta bring him stuff to get some. Otherwise, we starve.” Collapsing back to the floor in a heap, Seawyd’s whole body wracked with guilt and horrible memories. “That’s how we lost Galeo… nothing but a withered corpse now.”
As Shiver begins silently brainstorming a plan to take care of this extorter, Frye leans down, patting her shoulder. “Seawyd… it’ll be ok, eventually. For now, you need to rest. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure that son of a fugu gets what he deserves.”
“Sounds lovely…” Her voice nothing but a grim whisper, Seawyd falls back under the blanket of void as she passes out again.
Pain.
Agony.
Voices all around Seawyd whisper and scream, throbbing pains aching through her head. Mind racing, thoughts slipping, the only permanent sensation excruciating suffering. Her eyes open, bloodshot and dilated as she takes in the bag she’s wrapped in. Pressing against the thin plastic and screaming, unaware that no one can hear, she thrashes like a beast in a net until a calming voice causes her to suddenly stop. Whispering sweet nothings into her ear, the voice divides into two, a gentle hum in her left ear and an inspiring whisper in her right as the bag moves down, passing over her head as she awakens to find herself in a small plush bed surrounded by stuffed animals.
“Where… what happened…?” Seawyd groaned, unaware of her body’s continued spasming.
“You passed out again, but the doctor discharged you since the only issue was feeding you.” Shiver shrugs, nonchalant. “But we didn’t want to send you back to that jerk stealing all the food tickets, so we brought you back to our apartment. Welcome to the humble abode of Deep Cut, I guess.”
As Seawyd adjusts to her surroundings, Frye’s face suddenly appears in front of hers. “Are you alright? You were doing a lot of screaming in the few hours you were out…”
Seawyd’s head tweaks, and she takes a deep breath before answering. “I… have dreams like that a lot. Something about being trapped in a bag or a tube, and banging to get out. I’ve been having them as long as I can remember. Given, that’s about 2 or 3 years, but quite a while regardless.” She tries to climb out of bed, but Frye pushes her back down.
“Not yet! We gotta make sure you eat something. Doctor’s orders and all.” As she steps out towards the kitchen, Shiver begins to file her nails as Seawyd slips back under the welcoming hands of slumber.
“Eight!”
Rubbing her head, Seawyd sits up, looking around at the desolate landscape around her. As she watches weird bubbles float around above her, taking in the sights of what seems to be a pale Deca Tower in front of her.
“EIGHT! Did you bump your noggin or sum’? I’m callin’ you- oh. You’re not Eight. How did you get here?” A whirring noise comes from behind Seawyd as she hops to her feet, and she turns to see… Pearl?
“Wait a sec… aren’t you that hood girl Marina helped out a while back? The one with the unlimited specials and all that junk? The name was… Meggy, right?”
“N-no, it’s… it’s Seawyd.”
“Right. So, uhh… you got any clue how you got here? ‘Cause it looked to me like you just dropped out of the sky.”
Seawyd shrugs. “Nope.” Blinking to make sure she’s seeing right, she cocks her head. “You look like Pearl, but you’re a…”
“Yep. I’m a drone now! Isn’t that sick?” Pearl cheers, doing a little spin. “Although I’m pretty sure this isn’t real… in fact, considering the fact that I can hear Marina from the top of that Deca Tower lookin’ thing behind us, I’d bet she’s having one of those dreams again…”
Seawyd looks at the Pearl Drone in front of her, confusion evident on her face. But just as Pearl goes to speak, her eyes widen, remembering Marina’s… “affliction”.
“Oh, yeah… those weird “super-lucid dreams” she would have. I remember getting pulled into a few of those while I was staying with you.”
“Yeah, those.” Pearl chuckles. “Surprised you remember, considering those-“ She bops Seawyd in the head with her drone… arm… things. “- memory issues you had, heh.”
Nodding, Seawyd begins to fade out again, as if Marina’s hold on her mind was weakening. She blinks, and all of the sudden, she was back in the apartment with a tray full of Inkadian delicacies.
“Here you go, Seawyd!” Frye bops up and down, grinning enthusiastically. Off to the side of the room, Shiver chuckles, still filing her nails.
“Hand-delivered by Agent 7 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Boss was with him, too! Said they saw you in the news, and that he recognized you?”
Seawyd chuckles. “As if. No one as popular as the agents would ever care about me.” Her eyes glisten with tears, but she hides them. “Shell, I don’t even know why you two care about me so much. I haven’t done anything. I’m just a low-life from the slums.”
Frye goes to move, but Shiver holds her back, leaning towards Seawyd. “Hey. No one in this town is a “low-life”. Everyone here has a job, whether it’s obvious or not. You made the most of your time, entertaining those who had nothing left. War veterans scarred from their tragedies, misfits banned from the Turf Battle Federation for things they can’t control, people who have loved and lost.” She grabs Seawyd’s chin, leaning into her face with fire in her eyes. “And let me tell you… when I saw you, I recognized you instantly. Do you remember someone by the name of Virchi, by any chance?”
“Uh… yeah, I think so. She was the girl who used to be a guy, right? She was pretty cool.” Seawyd responded, rubbing her hair-tentacles.
Shiver nods. “Yes, her. If you might have noticed, I’ve got this wrap around my chest. And it’s because you inspired Virchi to transition. She told me about your skills, and described you to me in such vivid detail that I had the same experience.” She chuckles again. “Believe me, before I started doing this, my back hurt quite a bit. You could ask Frye.” She winks at her compatriot before continuing. “Anyways, after I heard of you, there was just… something within me that made me want to be someone different. And because of that, I am who I am today.”
“Wow.” Seawyd stares at her, her eyes wide. “I didn’t know I had that kind of… effect on people.”
Shiver nods. “Mhm. Although I wouldn’t go about making any assumptions. Both her and I had been considering that option for a while before, seeing your freedom just gave us the courage to be.”
The tears come back into Seawyd’s eyes, but this time as signs of hope instead of sorrow. “I… I don’t know what to say to that.” She pulls Shiver and Frye into an embrace. “Thank you, so very much. For your hospitality, and your care, and-“
“Alright, I think we get it…” Frye stammers out, since Seawyd was accidentally choking her. “You can let me breathe now…”
“Oh, carp! Sorry…” Embarrassed at her actions, Seawyd leans back on the bed again. “Alright, I’m gonna lie back down now. I have a headache.”
“Sounds good to me! Shiv and I have to get ready for this weekend’s splatfest, anyways.” Frye saunters off, but Shiver stays back.
“You know… I think Miss Onaga’s got eyes for you, dear.” Shiver whispers, her voice imbued with a mischievous tone. “I’ll keep an eye on her while you rest. But I think you should choose me for this fest, the results might be fun to watch…” As Shiver steps out, Seawyd drifts away, unable to get her mind off the other Octoling’s confusing message.
I literally only go on this app to upload art I’m proud of making lol but I’ve gotten myself in the max design pro fandom and wasted countless hours drawing all of these 😭😭😭
Holy shit my friend @patisthetumbleguy just introduced me to vocaloid music and now I can officially say I have found myself in the form of hatsune miku seizure
Also I am now cooking, prepare yourselves for some really shitty miku drawings
In honor of the new episode I made a fanmade poster that looks kinda official and one that included Mr. Boss in it!!! Also I don’t use this platform too much but I’m not dead dw 😭😭😭
