Squids, octopuses and salmon, oh my!

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Squids, octopuses and Salmon, oh my! Indie, semi-selective general multimuse RP blog. Includes muses from:

Splatoon

Mother 3

Hollow Knight

"Merry Splatmas, Oliver~!!"

Callie comes bearing a bunch of wrapped boxes!!! Sweets aside, there's an appropriately sized cape, a winter hat, two large boots, a glove for his hand, and claw caps for his paw.

Excuse her, 3. She may or may not be going overboard for all her friends.

"Holy carp," the agent breathed, looking over the disparity of boxes lain out before him. Although he had known Callie for years at this point, he still wasn't used to her boundless generosity. He couldn't help but grin, feeling a little overwhelmed as he tried to decide which one to open first.

"You're too kind, you know that, right?" he stated with a smirk. Picking up the first gift with one hand, he started going through the lot of them. Jokingly he added, “You’re making me look bad, my present could hardly compare to this truckload!”

Opening his gifts one by one, 3′s smile only grew, the tip of his tail wagging to and fro now and again. The clothing articles seemed to be favorites, his eyes lighting up as he looked over the boots and tried on the cape and hat. Although it was hard to tell by his voice, his body language practically screamed how delighted he was about them. He grinned at Callie, saying his thanks for each gift as he made his way through them all. Behind him, his tail was wagging much like that of a dog’s. He didn’t seem to be aware of that, however.

“Dang, you knocked it out of the park!” he mused, carefully putting on the claw caps, “All I had was some dinner plans...” with the caps in place, he scratched at his cheek sheepishly with one claw.

Looking at his large paw, he surveyed the claw caps. To his surprise they fit perfectly, and the blue, yellow and green colors went well with his natural ink colors. He hadn’t even really thought of these before, yet they were such a good idea. Now he wouldn’t have to worry about scratching up Pearl’s nice floors as much!

The knight shifted when a terribly sweet aroma struck their senses. It wasn't the sickening sweet they had quickly grown to despise from the infection, but it called to mind that of the Hive and honey. All the same, it was tantalizing in a way that made their instincts worry.

Turning their head, it was no time at all before they found the source of the smell: a massive, layered pile of glittering white, with flecks of colors strewn about each base. It was Weaver-like in appearance, with many multi-colored, waxy legs, and numerous eyes.

Never mind that said eyes were unlike any that Hollow had seen before.

The creature milled about, seemingly confused by its surroundings. It muttered strangely to itself, saying the same thing repeatedly in a warbling voice. It looked so out of place, amidst they dull gray that covered the Crossroads. It paid Hollow little mind, its wiggling black eyes hardly giving them a second glance. Eventually it settled, tucking its legs in as it rested on the ground.

Curious, Hollow tentatively stepped closer, their nose leading them directly into the sugary sweet frosting, which stuck to the snout of their shell.. They spent a few minutes drinking in the smell, and finally, against their better judgement, they took a bite out of the creature's spongey hide. Immediately their tastebuds were overwhelmed with a sweet flavor so strong, even the void did little to dull it. They nearly fell over backwards in surprise.

This action enraged the creature, naturally, and it immediately stood, bellowing a roar that made the entire area shake. Barely taking a second glance, Hollow flew to their feet and fled, leaving it to its tantrum.

As the Vessel awkwardly ran for Durtmouth, they debated quietly whether or not they enjoyed the overly sweet, but pleasant texture of the strange bug. Its scent clung to their senses, but that was likely due to the glittering white substance that still rested upon their nose. 

Personalitea ☕

The drink passed to the agent was tall, and the glass expensive-looking. It was a pale shade of yellow, with a few gems encrusted around the base, arranged to look like sunflowers. It also had a massive crack along one side, filled in with gold. He was immediately nervous upon holding it.

"Uh, wow, hope I don't break it... More." he mumbled. All the same, he smiled and said his thanks for the drink.

Looking inside, much to his surprise, it was only half-full. All the same, the liquid was a deep gold, and glittered. It smelled delicious, with floral and earthy tones. It smelled like a tea one would drink to calm down.

Taking a sip, 3 blinked, "Whoa, this tastes... Expensive." smirking, he lowered the glass, "You sure I'm allowed to drink this? It's pretty nice, though." regardless, he finished it off. 

Personalitea ☕

BRUMM-

"Mrmmm... Tea?" the musician looked over the cup that was handed to him. It was fairly ornate; reds and blacks were highlighted with shimmering gold. He almost felt guilty holding it, as it looked quite valuable. All the same, he held it gingerly in his claws, and felt the warmth from it travel up his limbs.

The liquid inside was a striking red, with what appeared to be orange glittering inside as the drink moved. It smelled of spice and smoke. He took a moment to savor the smell, before taking a drink.

"Mmmrrmmm..." he purred, "Chai. A favorite, mrm..." he took another sip, slower this time, "With added spice. Very good, mmmrrmm..."

Brumm recovered 120hp!

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NYMM-

Pushing his accordion to one side, Nymm took the cup with a curious look in his eye, “Ah, tea?” he took the mug and looked it over. While the colors were similar to the one handed to Brumm, this one lacked the gold highlights.

“Why thank you, I--” he peered inside, “Why, this is nearly empty! Was this... A mistake? Sorry friend, I don’t mean to assume, but did you drink some of this already...?” he seemed confused, but didn’t want to be rude. So, he took a drink of the red liquid.

“Mmh!” he paused and placed a claw over his mouth, “That was hotter than I expected...”  

After recovering, he gingerly finished it off, “This spice,” he pulled the cup away and muttered, “This flavor is so... Familiar...” his expression was almost... Disappointed as he continued to stare at the dregs pooled at the bottom, “I can’t put a claw on what it is...

“Ah, I wish there were more.”

Personalitea ☕ 

Hollow held the cup in their hand. The cup was simple and cool to the touch, with a few scuffs here and there. The liquid inside was a warm burgundy color, and had a few small leaves floating at the top. Their shell reflected back at them as they peered into the drink. With little hesitation, they took a single sip, their small fangs clinking softly against the brim.

Flavors were oft dulled for the vessel--there was no need for them to eat, but they were almost surprised as to how well the taste flowed over their senses. It was savory, with an herbal touch and a few warm spices thrown in. Despite the cool nature of it, it was hardly cold, and the earthy tones filled their shell with a familial warmth. It was quite pleasing, so they finished off the drink in moments.

" Say pal, " Maxwell paused, what could he say? Old habits died hard, but... perhaps he ought to at least have some tack around the children, if the spiderling could still count as one. " You wouldn't happen to know where the camp's silk supply scurried off to, would you? "

Webber’s fur instinctively bristled upon the age-old phrase, however his expression didn’t change as he looked up to Maxwell’s face. Upon the question, he scratched at his chin, where the start of a silky beard was showing. Of course he knew where silk was! But, he hesitated.

He knew well that it didn’t help anyone to be difficult about personal beefs with people. Still, there was something inside him that made the boy not want to work with the dapper fellow that much... Whether it was the spider or his own vices was to be decided. 

Besides, hadn’t he put some silk into one of the chests...? There were so many scattered around, that even with two minds to remember it, he couldn’t recall which one! Maybe that’s why Maxwell was asking.

Pfft. This kid better be glad he’s cute enough to make the fire inside of her die out, even when she felt like continuing a needless discussion.

“Sigh, well, to be fair… who, here, doesn’t think with their stoamch?”

After all, the spiders were technically just trying to eat and survive, just like they did. As annoying and brutish and rude and ugly and everything else they could be, deep down Willow could at least understand why Webber cared so much about them.

That, and the fact he was half-spider. That surely had something to do with his questionable friendship choices.

“Welp… no time like the present, right?” she answered with equal excitement, lifting herself up with a quick jump and stretching herself. She might not have any weapon with her, apparently, but both her lighter and Bernie are attached to her belt, ready to be released if things get way too bad. …read as: likely only if those meanies actually try to attack Webber. She’ll try to keep herself from causing mass arson as long as he stays safe. “Plus, maybe they’ll be much more into possible friendships during the day… or wouldn’t try to gang up on us!”

The boy seemed delighted at Willow’s eagerness, his pale eyes glittering. After checking the ground beneath him, making sure he didn’t leave anything behind, he was off to the races and practically leaving the other behind in his dust.

“Okay, let’s go!” he sang. Luckily for Willow, Webber’s legs were too short to take him very far very fast, so she could catch up with him quite easily. 

Along the way, they passed a few stray dens, still and fairly quiet under the blazing sun above. They were on the smaller end, but to anyone other than the spider child, it surely would have been... Intimidating to pass so many, and so casually at that. He muttered something under his breath now and again, seemingly debating something with the spider he shared a mind with. 

Webber took great care to steer clear of the sticky webbing that coated the grass around them, hoping to avoid as much conflict as possible. He also kept up a brisk pace, wanting to find a potential den before the sun started to set.

Finally, they came upon a large den, “Oh, here we go! This should do the trick!” turning to Willow, Webber held up both his hands, “Wait here. We’ll be right back!” 

Sea

You're drowning. A sea of emotions, responsibilities, people, things, everything. You just can't handle it all, you need to escape, but you can't. Even talking to someone and being told it's okay, compliments, nice things people say, it all adds up to drown you further. Guilt, for feeling this way when everyone's being nice and you're not enough.

Will you sink or swim?

A Picture

A picture. A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past. Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left.

Nothing lasts forever... Right?

Chains

You have chains, keeping you linked to something you'd rather leave behind. Maybe this is a bad family, traumatic event, toxic relationship... But something's keeping you trapped there, and you don't know how to escape it.

You can turn the chain around, to help you instead of trap you... Can't you?

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“…they started.”

An obligatory petty comment. To be fair, those spiders were just… sitting there and got startled when she fell right on their web, and finding herself way too far away from camp and by herself she solved the situation in her own ways. But they never acted nice! Not even when Webber himself built their nests and tried to stop them from eating everyone and everything!

…still, after a second of pouting, she’ll still admit her faults. Those things were horrid monsters for everyone but Webber, around here, calling them out in his face would just be rude.

“…I’ll still try to keep in mind. Sorry about that.”

There we go. Was it so hard?

“And, well… that’s even better, right? If we actually manage to get babies and make them grow up to understand we’re friends, and not food, I mean. You’re good and all, but they still seem to like munching on us a little too much, even when you’re around.” …that’s rude too. She’s going to lean on him to whisper, ruffling his hair (?) “But that’s just because we keep finding jerks. You’re doing great. But, still, you know. I’m bored. Might as well find something different to do for once, right? Put a little spice in our lives.”

Especially considering arson is out of the picture, for now.

Webber merely gazed upwards at Willow’s comment, but said nothing. To him, it didn’t really matter who started it, he just wished that all his friends could get along! Even if he found ways to make some spiders more friendly, a lot of them slipped under his radar, and he couldn’t fight against nature... And no matter how cute he made the spiders look, it didn’t stop the other survivors from being afraid of them.

All the same, he grinned upon her apology, “We forgive you!” the boy hummed. Any frustration he had appeared to be gone in an instant. 

He couldn’t help but giggle when his hair was ruffled. It would have been surprisingly soft to the touch despite appearances, with little curls threatening to wrap around her fingers. This simple act clearly brightened Webber’s mood.

“Thanks, we try our best! Sometimes spiders get super defensive, and they don’t like intruders, so I don’t blame some of them for getting angry,” he explained, “But sometimes they’re a little too mean!” he pouted a little, "And they think too much with their stomachs...”

Finishing off his spear, Webber used his fangs to cut off the excess rope, and shoved both it and the dull end of the spear into his back pack. Hoisting it further over his shoulders, he looked up to Willow with a big smile.

I feel like his parents were pretty supportive of him, and even coddled him a bit. Given how sentimental he is, and how he isn’t afraid of covering things in loads of hearts, it doesn’t seem like he was discouraged from this sort of thing while living at home. Perhaps it was even encouraged, with how much he leans into it with his Spider Care!

Additionally, although he seems a little afraid of the kitchen (because his mom made it sound scary), he really enjoys baking and decorating. Be it cakes, cookies, or spider dens, it’s heaps fun! If he didn’t get into painting, I could also see him growing up to become a baker, and moving into town to pursue his passions.