After months of prodding and me forgetting here it is, the original sketched out discord comic of Fayre meeting @aseuki’s funny little water cooler gossip Phemus for the first time! featuring Phemus’ First Ever Canon Words (hilarious to think about) as well as her scythe, the only part of her design aseuki hadn’t finished yet and that I got to improv lmao- Thanks to aseuki for letting me corrupt their OC with a verbal typing quirk as well as their patience in waiting for me to share this for exactly One Full Calendar Year :P
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you've seen plenty of my beach idol ocs - kaigara and hitodeko, so it's only fair for me to post some things i have of them
concept arts i made in september
their whole theme is beach 'cause it's basically what kelpton is all about. it has those big beachy aethetics though not that many inkfish come to the actual beach... because kelpton has a very, very inconsistant weather. for this reason they have their own stages that are adapted for different weather, or they just go to inkopolis - because it's easier there.
Kaigara (she/her, 19) is an inkling who lived in a poor family, but had a giant dream. she always wanted to have a nice and cozy place of her own, a bar at the beach. cocktails are her biggest passion. she doesn't even like turf wars. but she's always there if you need a fresh drink. she worked like crazy for fulfilling her dream, and she managed to do just that. she loves her family and helps them out with money now that she's kind of a local star. wait... how did she even end up being an idol?! well...
Hitodeko (she/her, 21) is an octoling from the domes whose only relative is her mother, but she didn't leave the domes until her mother was on board with her. she always wanted to be as influensive as she is, being an elite octoling engineer with also great public speaking skills. hitodeko helped her since her childhood! and after leaving the domes she set out on a journey which ended up in a small town - Kelpton - where at some time she found a small beach bar with a very welcoming owner. kaigara's bar wasn't actually that popular for long. quite the opposite. hitodeko didn't really understand that! it's just so lovely, how could not many people come here?..
so... she made up a plan. a great plan with no holes in it.
they're gonna advertise kaigara's bar... with a song.
except none of them knows how to sing exactly and has ANY musical education OR even TOUCHED an instrument in their life.
okay, that's a problem.
but with hitodeko being her mother's daughter, they gone through all their problems: they found reena, a musician who's very into helping others due to their abilities (she's very good with lots of instruments!), who helped them make a very good song, and it was that ridiculously good that it caught people's attention to the point of mayor noticing their peak of popularity and, after a while of conversing with them, proposing them to be the weather broadcasters. hitodeko was very enthusiastic about this expirience, but she insisted on them setting everything up at kaigara's bar. it actually worked somehow and with reena's and hitodeko's help kaigara's bar finally was loved by people!
kaigara earned money to buy a pretty dress that suited her, and she bonded with hitodeko very deeply throughout this whole 'let's make an original ad gone wrong' thing, becoming very good friends with her.
reena is just helping them with music since he knows a lot. he's in charge of instrumentals and that's it - that's just what they do for living for anyone. they're not a part of their idol duo.
kaigara's voice is actually not that bad for singing. she's just... never done that. her voice is something in between callie and marie, if i can describe it like that, not sure... i have a small attempt in doing nice squid vocals with her cover on tide goes out, but i'm not sure if it's good to hear tbh...
i'll just leave it here anyways. it's too loud sometimes i think. keep in mind that it's just me trying to figure out squid vocal and kaigara's voice at the same time. i think i kind of succeeded?... also, small note: if it sounds really weirdly off with the notes sometimes, it's intentional.
hitodeko's voice is, hm... i'm not sure if i'll be able to do that if i'm going to try to sing beach girls songs but hitodeko's voice is a little...idk...raspy, shaky...it just sounds a lot like shy-ho-shy actually in my head.
kaigara is a roller main, though, like i mentioned, she doesn't like playing sports. she's there if hitodeko wants her to come with her though, she doesn't mind. her roller is Kaigara's(custom) Kamikoi Splat Roller, gifted by hitodeko on her birthday. it was worth a lot of money!
hitodeko is a stringer main, a tri-stringer main in particular. she plays turf wars sometimes, but a lot more then kaigara.
you've seen them with their weapon of choice here!
i had some splatfest concepts with them but this is the only solid one that i really liked. you may guess what it is.
well, you can check their tags in my blog if you haven't seen them before, and that's all i've got for them for now! thanks for reading all that!
oh and by the way if someone wants to see some smiling kaigara.
Before I lift the curtains on this desolate and worm-eaten stage, I will say this much.
Excavation is a dirty process.
No. We can start even smaller. We can take a few steps back from the turgid and scorching bowels of the dying Earth. Not only far too dramatic, but far too dangerous. We could get burned if we get too close.
Thus, let’s turn this into a discussion anyone could understand. Let’s talk about housekeeping.
Spring cleaning as a concept is associated not with the feeling of dust in your lungs or that ever-present sensation of spiders (is it deadly? or will it only hurt a whole lot?) on your arm.
It evokes cleanliness, airing out rooms you left to rot in the dusty, dirty dark. A new start. Purging. Rebirth.
That is to say, yes, while it comes with a laundry list of troubles, it is redeemed for the positives that result from it.
It is somewhat different for me and mine.
To put things in simple terms, I would like you to imagine with me the typical attic. Only the light of the sun graces this dark, colorless room, too blinding, too glorious to look at directly. A thin film of dust and… Something else that is decidedly not dust, but you have not decided precisely what it is, covers your valuables, you have no interest in touching them without some sort of protection.
I would like you to imagine me as a poor man, and place rotting, dying wood under my feet that well could snap and drop me at any given moment. The same sloppily-applied wallpaper that has been here ever since my mother was born is still here, and where it is peeling off, I believe I can see mold. I already need a worn-down, thin-threaded cloth to my mouth, but you and I both know I am going to fall ill anyway just by breathing in its presence.
I would like you to imagine me as a lonely man, and place nary but a little crow under those groaning floorboards. Hopping madly across the ground floor below, unpredictably. Blissfully ignorant of the fact that I stand towering above him, and I am heavier than steel. Heavier than bone.
Nay. Less lonely than I at first imagined, someone is rearranging my belongings. Someone has misplaced my beloved locket, my precious letters from my sister and cousin delivered from above the dark, black soil. Where is it all? I pace the floor, the entire attic moaning in protest.
Should the will of this wood bend to the will of time and the horrible weight of a living body, my little friend is crushed. He is helpless to the strength of gravity, and no amount of hopping away will save his broken heart - and spine.
I would like you to imagine me as a kind man, if restrained.
Why does he not fly away in the first place? Who has clipped his wings? Imagine him then as a fool to make his nest anywhere near mine.
…
I would like you to imagine me as a paranoid man, a forgetful man, and place perfectly functional floorboards under my feet that were hammered in to replace the old ones last winter. Who is here to remind me time and time again that my little crow is in no danger of being crushed to death by any potential misstep of mine?
I think, in those rare moments of clarity in between the hot flashes, therefore I am.
Yet here I stand on the sturdiest-looking board, holding onto one of the rafters above my head in case of disaster. Imagine me then as a careful man, a selfless man, a man stiller than any night, a man gripping the leash of a nonexistent beast.
