Since I write quite a lot of fics and I don’t post all of it on AO3. A lot of people don’t seem to know I’ve written some of the following either, haha.
"No no, not at all. You just scared the kids there for a split second, it was kind of funny.“ “Well! That’s what they get for taking your attention away from me! We were in the middle of something!” Marina puts a hand over her mouth, giggling. “Can you not see, Pearlie?” “I can see fine! I don’t know what your talking about!” This only made Marina burst into a giggle fit.
A fic based off the theory that Pearl glares a lot because she has trouble seeing. So her girlfriend tries to help her out a bit!
Pearl had never exactly been the type to compliment people. So when Pearl started making specific, sweet comments towards Marina, the octoling was surprised.
There was something about keeping secrets that made them so exciting. There was something about this specific secret that, although hard to keep, was especially exciting. When they finally had the courage to grace the world with Off the Hook, things went better as planned. Marina was accepted into society, and they both became popular almost overnight. But the constant dread still clung to them like glue, even if they had no intention of showing it.
Follow You – F!Agent 3 / F!Agent 8. 14 March 2018. Complete.
After a series of rather stressful events, Agent 8 moves into Inkopolis, thinking her life would be easier that way. Unfortunately for Agent 8, the mix of culture shock and the heavy burden of what she had just gone through seemed to overweight these factors. Thank goodness Agent 3 was there to calm her down.
Maple – F!Agent 3 / F!Agent 8. 29 May 2018. Complete.
After leaving the Deep Sea Metro Station, both Agent 8 and 3 have some trouble adjusting to life above ground. So much has changed for Agent 3, and it’s a whole new world for Agent 8. So the two decide to explore together.
Pearl met Marina only met a few months ago, and neither knew how to communicate with each other. After Pearl managed to teach Marina the Inkling language, Marina wants to return the favor.
Sunsets– F!Agent 3 / F!Agent 8. Pearl / Marina. 20 July 2018. Complete.
Eight stayed up all night, brainstorming and writing all her feelings down. She woke up in an uncomfortable position on her desk, drooling on a notebook and paper. She paused for a moment, looking out the window beside her. The sun was just rising and the sky was an orange-pink colour. When she realized what she was doing, she leaned back and stretched with a loud yawn. She then collected her scattered belongings on her desk. In front of her was a piece of pink, cutesy expensive looking stock paper.
Within Palace Walls – F!Agent 3 / F!Agent 8, Pearl / Marina, OC/OC. 14 August 2018 – Ongoing. 2 Chapters / ??? Chapters.
After many difficult battles and gruesome tests, Agent Eight finally escaped Kamabo’s Deep Sea Metro and saved the world in the process. Now she’s tired, and confused, and has to try and survive as an adult in a world completely new to her. And even with Pearl and Marina’s help, she finds it almost impossible to adjust to the world she only thought existed in works of fiction. But before she can teach herself anything, she wants to do whatever she can to befriend Agent Three.
after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and “everyone sins, its ok”. instead the dead are sorted into six “houses of heaven” based on the sins they chose.
We arrived first at the House of Lust. “House” is a misleading term. It was more of a camp, spread over acres and acres of lush forest. There was a white sandy beach (nude, of course) full of copulating couples. There were little cabins sprinkled all along the path, from which orgasmic moans regularly came belting out. Men with six pack abs and women with perky breasts strolled by without even noticing me and God. They only had eyes for each other, tickling and pinching each other with flirtatious giggles.
“What do you think?” God asked as we passed a nineteen-way taking place in a pool of champagne. Little cherubs flitted overhead armed with mops and cleaning supplies, thankfully. “Lust is our most popular sin.” I eyed the supermodel-like figures of a couple passing nearby, and could easily see why. “You can look however you want. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want. No fetish is too taboo, and no desire can be denied here.”
It was quite tempting, but I wasn’t ready to make a permanent decision here. “Let’s see the others,” I told God.
We carried on to Greed. We passed rows and rows of mansions, each more opulent than the next. Some of them were so large that they would have had enough bed rooms to fit my entire hometown. And so many different styles: one second, we were in a beautiful French vineyard in front of a gorgeous chateau with the Alps in the background. The next second, a warm tropical beach with a modern mansion atop breathtaking cliffs. After that, a ski chalet in Colorado with a roaring fire in a hearth large enough to fit an ox. Each one had various Italian sports cars and Rolls Royces parked in front, with the occasional smattering of boats, helicopters, etc.
“Any material desire you ever wanted,” God explained. “Your own world, where you can have everything. You want the Hope Diamond? You can fly to Washington DC in your own solid gold helicopter and buy it from the Smithsonian. Hell, you can just buy the Smithsonian.”
Also tempting, but I decided to keep looking.
Gluttony was next up. Tables and tables of the very finest foods: beautiful steaks cooked medium rare; butter-poached lobster tail; fresh oysters on a half shell; exotic wines in dusty bottles that had been hiding in the cellars of the world’s finest restaurants. Everyone had a glass of champagne in hand and simply lounged on couches and chairs near the tables, eating endlessly. As soon as the inhabitants took a bite, the food just instantly came back. My mouth watered even watching them.
“In every other House, the food is practically sawdust compared to Gluttony,” God explained. “You haven’t truly experienced heaven until you’ve been to Gluttony.”
I shook my head, and we kept moving.
Sloth was as you’d expect. An endless sea of the softest mattresses, stacked with cushions and pillows that made the story of the princess and the pea seem minimalist. Little angels visited each resident, giving them massages that made them all melt into their blankets.
Wrath was… well, a lot like what I’d expect Hell to be like. Fire, brimstone, whips, torture.. you know, the works. Except here, you weren’t the one being tortured. Every enemy you’d ever made in your real life was now under your thumb. “Lots of people choose their fathers,” God explained. “Lots of grudges against parents in general, you know. But you’re not limited to that. Someone beat you out for a big promotion back on Earth? Take your pound of flesh here.”
Then we arrived at Envy. It looked… well, a lot like home.
“Go on in,” God said, gesturing toward the door. I turned the knob and walked in… and found Emily waiting inside. She ran forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss right on my lips. “Welcome home, honey.”
I looked back toward God. “Oh, don’t be coy,” he said. “You have no secrets from me. We all know that you were in love with your best friend’s wife.” She didn’t seem to hear him at all; she went back into the hall. “We all know that you just settled for your own wife while secretly pining after her. Well, this is your chance to live happily ever after.”
I peered into the kitchen. Emily was baking something, wearing nothing but an apron. Her curly black hair fell softly over her shoulder as she whisked ingredients. She turned back, noticed I was observing her, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face.
“It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” God whispered in my ear.
I wanted to take it. God damn did I want to take it. But I shook my head.
God seemed puzzled. “You need to make a decision,” he told me.
“I haven’t seen Pride yet.”
He scoffed. “No one ever wants Pride, trust me.”
“Well, I want to see it.”
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Pride was boring. Just a row of workbenches in a bare white room.
“I don’t get it,” I told God.
“Yeah, no one does,” he answered. “That’s why no one ever chooses it. Doesn’t cavorting in Lust sound better than sitting here building little trinkets for the rest of eternity? Wouldn’t you rather gorge yourself in Gluttony? Or spend time with Emily in Envy?”
I considered the options again. “I pick Pride,” I finally told him.
He narrowed his eyes. “What? Look at it!” He gestured around the room again. There wasn’t much to look at. “Why would you choose this for the rest of time?”
“Because you don’t want me to pick it,” I told him. If he was really God, he’d know what a contrarian I can be. And I knew he was hiding something, trying to pretend like Pride didn’t exist. There was something special about it.
God scowled back. “Fine.” He led me over to one of the workbenches. In the center, there was a black space. A blank, empty void that went on forever. “Here’s your universe,” he said. “You’ve got seven days to get started.” He took his seat at the bench next to me and went back to tinkering in his own world. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: “You know, it might be nice for me to actually have some company for once.”
FUCKING I MEAN.
IT’S LIKE 7AM AND I LOVE GONNA REBLOG SO I CAN READ THIS SHIT AGAIN
Samuel stiffened and hastily adjusted his Apollo Mission cap, even though it was already covering the 04 tattooed on the side of his head. “What tattoos?” He stammered.
Danielle blew a stray bang out of her eyes. Oh, please. ”I’m talking about those tattoos you’re really, really bad at hiding, don’t play dumb, Sammy.” She Held her arm up to Samuel’s, comparing her bare wrist with the sweatband covering his. “I thought it was like, a sports thing at first, but the barcode is really weird. Where’d you even get it? It’s pretty tough finding decent tattoo artists that’ll ink up a minor.”
“Don’t call me ‘Sammy,’” He grumbled for like, the millionth time, and hid his wrist by crossing his arms. “And what do you know about that kinda stuff?”
Hi, if you haven’t already read Seafoam Kettle-Eyes, let me introduce you to it! It’s a romance fanfiction about an Inkling named Grii who ventures to Octo Valley out of curiosity and meets an Octoling there. The Octoling, Tenta, had escaped from the Octarian military and seeks refuge from her society. The fic is a slice of life and drama dealing with themes of abuse and recovery, and it has LGBT themes as well.
I’ve been working on this fic for 2 years now, and I went and cleaned it up a little! Please check it out if you have the time ♥
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