Gifts for CandyCoatedRocks
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When It Rains, It Pours by HighwayRomance for CandyCoatedRocks
Fandoms: Splatoon (Video Games)
16 Jun 2025
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They didn’t mean to end up here, their body just moved with muscle memory, on instinct— they felt they were in danger, and inside this room is where their gut is telling them they’ll be the most safe.
A nightmare brings Neo to Three and Eight’s bedroom door.
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Luck Was Never Really Quite My Thing by HighwayRomance for CandyCoatedRocks
Fandoms: Splatoon
09 Aug 2024
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It always seems to find its way back to you like this. Not on your own time, you don’t mourn the loss of your senses when you’re training Neo, or when you’re on a mission and need to be in tune with them more than anything else, no— it always hits you when you’re with Eight. Always with Eight.
Getting sanitized in the metro had left Three with a lot of side effects. But that was many years ago at this point, and they’re well over it now.
For the most part, anyway.
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Your smiles used to be real. Wide and gummy, pushing up your cheeks and making crescents out of your eyes. When exactly did that change, you wonder?
Callie comes to learn that everything she ever wanted may not have been everything she truly needed, a conclusion everyone around her seems to have made much earlier. -
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You have to keep looking forward, because when you look behind yourself there is nothing there to be seen. The footsteps below that brought you to this point trail back to none other than mist and fog, and you find it’s hard to decide what’s worse— living with a troubled past, or living with no past at all.
Marinas whole ‘Memverse’ project has been finalized, and Eight is excited to finally retrieve her lost memories after going so long without them.
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It’s a complete attack on your dignity. Multiple times has Shiver stolen your place in PR lists, special guest spots on talk shows, model gigs for well respected brands— and now, now, you’re supposed to pretend that you’re… in love with them?
Shiver has left a bitter taste in Marie’s mouth ever since her plunge into irrelevancy, but maybe a duet with the aforementioned octoling will be the thing to bring her back the spotlight.
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You can sit here and wonder, try to find peace in the fact that it could be real. But is it worth the restlessness? Just to remember a minuscule thing, a weapon you used before, a place you’ve been to in the past- what good is that to you, really?
At this point, does it even make a difference to try?
With all things considered, no. It doesn’t make a difference to try.
But despite that, you will continue to do so. You will continue to try.
In other words: Eight is troubled by her past (or lack thereof) and Three comforts her. And they are both in love. Very in love. And I’m crazy!
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The tension the following silence brings is so thick it’s almost suffocating, tightening your throat and igniting a bubbling feeling of anxiety deep in your chest. It stretches on, and Eights probably waiting for you to say something else- deflect it with a joke, remark that you’re just kidding, anything to lighten the deadweight of what you just said. The pattern of both you and her breathing seems louder than before, as if the two of you are struggling to get enough air in the atmosphere you created.
Even then, you say nothing.
”Three, that’s… Seriously, that’s not funny.”
”I’m not trying to be.”
In other words: Three gets hurt and Eight finds out. Certified hood classic of a trope
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You know you ravished in the satisfaction of beating her down until she was an inch of her life- exhausted, crying, desperately scratching and clawing in hopes she’ll be able to make it out- just for you to back off, because you didn’t really want it to end. You could’ve stayed in that fight forever, had she not beaten you eventually. It was fun in the moment.
You know you would’ve ravished in the satisfaction you got if you had actually killed her. Even though it was an unfair fight and you had every advantage possible- that didn’t really matter to you, not more than the pleasure you got from it. Because that’s all she was to you- your satisfaction.
In other words: Three rots in her apartment! You go girl!