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you have to be one hell of an attention seeker to point out lack of tolls or when you get them

HOLY SHIT GUYS

I CAUGHT ONE

I ACTUALLY CAUGHT ONE

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#sand asks #not whump #shenanigains #or a real troll?#whos to know

Private splatfest!

Hey guys! After the update allowing private splatfest, I’ve been super excited to hold my own splatfest for you guys, so- here we are!

AGENT 8 vs AGENT 3! Who is your favourite agent? My friend code is SW-1819-6092-4701 if you need to shoot me a friend request to join. My username is Kowu and the room code is 0803! Please leave a comment with your splatoon username and what team youre on so i can sort teams accordingly! If you join and you don’t leave a comment I’ll be sorting you randomly. :,) additionally, if the teams are heavily swayed one way, i will have to randomly pick a few players to switch. sorry about that, but we don’t want it to be a 2v6 or something!! Also, please be nice! im not gonna list rules because i dont really think its necessary and i trust you just, just. please dont try to ruin it for everyone n use common sense Disclaimer- I’m not very good at splatoon and I do not claim to be. pls be gentle on my poor gaming skills TwT

#mod rambles #shenanigains #splatfest 1- 8v3

North and Connor friendship “I immediately regret this decision”

“I immediately regret this decision.” Connor says even as he sits down in the shopping cart. The metal grating digs into his ass and he has to bend his legs until they’re practically tucked under his chin in order to fit. Of course North wouldn’t have gotten a large enough cart. “No, I promise this is a good idea.” North says, already pushing the trolley before Connor’s seated. Connor wonders if he should cut his loses and run. “There’s no way you’re fitting in here.” Connor tells her instead, even as he tries to tuck his legs further up to make enough room. “Sure I will.” She says, voice raised over the rumbling of the cart rolling over the uneven concrete in the parking garage. “I’m small.” “I’m not.” Connor reminds her, but her mind is made up. Connor sends off a quick text to Markus, just a little reminder to feed their fish in case he dies, which he’s pretty sure he’s about to. “Scoot up more.” North tells him. “I can’t! This is as far as I can go!” “It’ll do then.” And that’s definitely not what he wanted to hear, but it doesn’t matter, because now she’s counting down to 1, and the massive ramp in front of them demands an audience. On zero she starts running, pushing the cart as fast as she can before they reach the incline. Only once the cart dips does she hoist herself up and into the cart as well, landing mostly on Connor’s back and mashing him into the grating. They’re flying down the ramp at mach five, and the vibration of the concrete is enough to rattle the teeth out of their skulls. It’s only in that moment that they remember they have no way to brake.