#fishyrp

[manysquidsandoctos]

Nurse holding ratrat (rat tartar)

R  A  T  R  A  T

[dumbsplat3predictions]

Kamabo co lore gets retconned to be less fucked up 😔

[ask-the-vixuls]

TIME TO RUIN THAT, *punches them* -RHine

You will be immediately killed by this action.

Proceed?

[salmonidparty]

(( @fishyrp ))

“Are you sure about this? I somehow doubt we’d be able to find any help down here...”

“I can’t think of anywhere else to go...”

Agent 8 and Agent 3  made their way into the Deepsea Metro. 8 Couldn’t help but scrunch up her nose when they were met with the stifled air of the underground. She quietly reminded herself that this was for her friend’s benefit, not her own... 3 was right, the best place they could check first was what was left of Kamabo.

How else was 3 supposed to explain the odd phenomena of his skin turning a pasty green, and his ink permanently shifting to a green-tipped blue to a doctor? Not to mention the horrible headaches, and the hallucinations. The agent adjusted the bandages that were presently wrapped around the right side of his head, covering his eye and the nasty looking chemical burn that surrounded it. Just from under the edges of the bandages, one could see green-tinted skin poking out.

“Ah...” 3 took in a sharp breath through his beak, “S-sorry... I’ve gotta...” hand pressed against his eye, he hobbled to a nearby wall, and slid down to take a seat on the floor. Hands covering his face, he couldn’t help but wiper. A headache must have been coming on. He curled up, gritting his beak.

8 nodded. She walked beside the other, leaning her back against the wall and folding her arms over her chest, “Take the time you need.” she replied. Glancing at her friend, her brow creased with concern. These headaches were getting worse and worse.

With an alert and watchful eye, she turned to watch the tracks, hoping that the train would arrive soon. She couldn’t help but wonder, however... Were any of those strange Octolings around? Would they be around the metro? She certainly hoped not. Pushing a curled tentacle out of her face, she suddenly wished she had brought a weapon along with her, just to be safe. 

[octowussabi]

@fishyrp

Because none of the staff had questioned Sabi hanging around with Tay at the palace, the two had become lackadaisical about being seen together. Not completely of course; Sabi had taken to disguising himself as a soldier if they ever left the palace, but while inside he’d stopped covering his face at every footstep and door creak. He didn’t act lordly enough to be mistaken for the emperor, anyway – whereas Tay spent every given moment lounging and leaning on any comfortable surface like he owned the place. Because he did.

At this current moment, however, Sabi was reflecting on one of the few times he had been mistaken for Octavio. And he’d rolled with it, too. How embarrassing. It’d worked, but he still cringed to think of how he’d lied to that soldier. They’d been so enthusiastic.

No use worrying about it, though. Sabi tries to focus on the book he’s reading, but can’t amidst his thoughts, so raises his head to speak to his brother.

“Tay, er… do you think if you shaved your moustache, you’d look like me?”

The Emperor doesn’t look up, as his attention is focused on a small handheld gaming device. Instead of playing it, he’s unscrewing it.

“Perhaps. All the more reason not to, eh?” He carefully places one of the screws on the little table before them. “But we’re very different in our mannerisms. You could always try growing one instead.”

“Yes – And no. I am not doing that.” Thinking he heard shuffling at the door to the little library they were in, Sabi glances over his shoulder. “Do you – did you hear something? Someone?”

Tay doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, and responds,  “it might be teatime. Or Lulu. Or the cleaners. Like the other fifty times.”  

[paras-splattastic-art]

psychic surge and steev :)

why him

why my handsome squidward-esque version of steve

[corltax]

        @fishyrp      sc.

ah  ...      an    octarian    affiliated    inkling  ,    was    it  ?         the    scientist    was    never    overly    keen    on    those  .         still  ,    corltax    was    not    in    the    position    to    be    pointing    fingers    ───    and    so    behave    he    shall  ,    for    now    at    least  .          ❛      good    evening  ,    my    dear  .         and    to    what    do    i    owe    this  ...      pleasure  ?      ❜

[asksquidbeakagents]

YOU. YES YOU. SHOW UP TO THE OCTIVUS PARTY. WE CAN FIGHT. -Rhine

“Sure. I’m always done for a fight,” Marigold said with a smirk. “Any rules I should know before hand?”