#that-orca-trash

[defendformyself]

@that-orca-trash // STARTER!!

    SHE CALLS HERSELF STUPID FOR WHAT SHE’S DOING. Rocma narrows her optics at the lone piece of ice that’s been given the label of ORCA DANGER ZONE, and she pulls out her claws. It’s absolutely embarassing even willingly walking foot out here if she doesn’t have some sad excuse to make up for it, and the polar bear lets out a tiresom sigh. She wants her hat back, yes. That’s what she came here for. Her ears twitch at the cold breeze, shoulders tensing up as Rocma makes her way to where Idate sits his sorry, lonely, piece of shit ass in. It reeks of absolute disgust, and she can never get used to the smell of cigarette. A low growl leaves her lips, and she folds her arms in disapproval at the man.

        “ MY HAT, ORCA. I want it back, right now. If not, you’ll surely be sorry. “

     She’s been in need of a punching bag lately, and she’s sure Idate would love to fill that position, as much as it grosses her out, it’s better than having a bad mood, more than usual. Shirogane and Sunosan have especially been PISSING HER OFF, alot more than before, whether it be their whiny, high-pitched voices that she loathes, or that cowardly wolf pulling off the most ridiculous shit, or the snowman begging for some yakiniku, in which she answers to go throw himself into a fire. 

     Fucking amateur hour, it’s like in this island-- everyone here is just irritating and it’s like they don’t know how to take care of themselves. But that’s not right now, and she’s just furious that the killer whale even took her hat in the first place. It’s humilating to have her scar out in the open-- she doesn’t like them to stick out. UGH.

[smallorca]

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♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick

⚓ ; Sick? Sick? Orcas don’t get sick, no real sea animal does. But, there’s always a first, she assumes. Blinking at the much larger male, compared to her tiny stature, was rather strange for his habit, to finally succumb to her constant bickering of just to relax, not that she minded. It always gave her a chance to cook, which is something she rarely got to do at home. “ You know, Uncle, all that smoking isn’t really good for your health? “

[tenacious-travelers]

[x]

“Don’t even think about it, Shamu.”

Calvin was really getting sick of this asshole. If he wanted to fight so bad...he’d have to catch him first. And he wouldn’t make it easy on him, either.

[tatsuredi-blog]

@that-orca-trash  ▍STARTER.

   She usually never sets foot onto the surface, and the moment she finds herself on land, the oarfish almost trips over a rock that’s dug into the ground, and yet she catches herself by clinging to the bark of an apple tree. She chuckles in amusement at her clumsiness, and Tatsumiya almost loses herself in the hushed noise of THE SEA’S TIDES.

   The sea advisor has something other than her surroundings to catch her eye, though, and Tatsumiya brings her hand to cup it over her mouth in surprise. The mere sight of the orca that she had met from when the sea was red only shocks her, though her lips curve into a smile as she quickly moves over to the killer whale. 

           “ It’s YOU, the ORCA from earlier...! “

[allforhxr]

Going to respond to that seducing meme hours later but you know why.// The had an affinity of sneaking up on people, but unlike his normal predatory habits, he had less nefarious things in mind. Silently, he made his way towards the lone octopus and drew in close from behind, biting her hard on the neck.

      Of all the times this had to happen. She was just reading a book just outside the home. She thought maybe here she could at least let her guard down even a little bit. No one here would do any harm after all.

      But no, of course the orca had to visit this little kingdom. Causing the octopus to tense and nearly let out a small cry before realizing who it was. Clenching her teeth and attempted to pry the orca off of her.

[ask-z2-47]

ツツツツツツツツ From what I know of your character, anyway. Man, you're good at everyone you rp tbh.

ah man. dude. thank. how do i even word. yeah i think I screamed about him at you a bit yesterday and hey youre following me here so ayy. I try my best son.

[die-spinner-im-keller-blog]

Ok so i finally got around to writing the start for doku and johan so here it is.and what way better to start it that having his ass kicked so hard he is flung right into the castle garden rite????

@that-orca-trash

He gasps, his heels dug into the shores sand as he raised his shotgun and ducked out of the way of a blast that would surely have killed him otherwise. His opponent blast another ray of light in his direction the beam larger than a train as it came towards him. He raises a hand and a thick wall of web forms in front of him taking most of the attack but blasting him back quite far into the ocean. He falls into the water, seemingly miles away from the land now and flails. He could not breathe like this.

He had no chance to figure out how he would get back to the surface when his opponent appeared before him, another blast that he barely dodged, blasting a hole into the ground below. He was not a horrible swimmer, and knowing this he made his escape using another wall of web to fling himself a good distance forward. it did not even occur to him to question the light ahead of him to the west. He had more important things on his mind like getting oxygen back into his lungs.

At least thats what he had been planning until another blast hits his side and sends him flying off.

When he inhales he panics knowing that he had breathed in the oceans water and was surely flooding his lungs. the feeling of water inside him organs never comes however. What he does feel however is his body slamming into hard stone and then falling down into something akin to a bush or plant. 

“Fuck!” He shouts as he lands and lies where he is, too hurt to even consider moving for a moment. He instead looks around.

He was no longer being chased at least. perhaps it thought it had killed him, whatever that was. He looks down at his torn and mangled self, clothes ripped and the water around him pink and red. 

That would be a lot more concerning if it were not for the fact that he could heal himself when the need came up.

Where was he? His eyes go to his surroundings. A garden.

[defendformyself]

@that-orca-trash

              Peraco’s always been for one for sleepovers and parties and such, though it’s difficult for Rocma to accept her offers of Mafuyu staying the night over with her and her siblings. She’s always been protective of the seal, and she absolutely dreads the thoughts of the seal in pain. It’s a scary thought to her, but for once, she simply agreed and let the child have her fun.

              Rocma, at a slow pace, brings the cup of tea up to her mouth, taking her peaceful morning with no one else in the room very nicely, though it’s easy to admit that she’s more used to her dear friend resting right besides her, tinkering with the yarn balls that the bear sets out for her. 

              Taking a couple of sips from the newly brewed tea, Rocma looks around her small little home, observing every little detail. The girl says to herself that it seems fine for now, only to find an orca merely watching her from behind one of the glass panes. She narrows her eyes at Idate, a cold stare sent his way as she quickly brings herself up from the table, claws quickly unsheathed. 

.              “ You’ve got to be kidding me, “

                 It’s always a pain whenever he decides to show his sorry ass.