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mocacheezy · 3 years ago

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Things that made watching Transformers (2007) easier and even enjoyable:

[note: B'verse gets the treatment that it gets by fandom for good reasons. There are tons of posts that dissect the bullshit of these movies far better than my second-language-english-non-american self could ever tackle, so I am not doing that, or plan on doing that. But if I decide that I'll get through every continuity of the franchise I will find a way to make it fun for myself. And so, this is my search for golden nuggets in these movies, because they did bring in new fans to the franchise and that's why we have other continuities that we might not have otherwise. Credit where it's due, and some positivity for those that did find B'verse at least amusing if nothing else. ]

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Frenzy

Anytime Frenzy was on screen made me smile because his movements and personality were hilarious, he is just so expressive despite looking like someone super glued a bunch of knifes together. I wouldn't know it was Frenzy if I didn't go to the Wiki, but no matter that, he was funny and that's what matters.

The original Cybertronian robot modes

We don't see them for long, but the glimpses were glorious. Just look at Optimus

Gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to see the details up close. Maybe I'll go looking eventually, but this is just so nice.

We also get a "sexily rises from the pool" scene with Ironhide (probably unintentional and I am biased due to being a robofucker. In any case, very very nice and Cybertronians look so good as aliens)

"Excuse me, are you the Tooth Fairy?"

You see this kid?

This little girl was the only human I cared about in the movie until I saw just how badass Mikaela is, and how cool the military dude is. I don't like kids, but I would lay down my life for this girl.

This one scene just makes me think of what would happen if her parents showed up way earlier. Ironhide would be her guardian and it would be both adorable and hilarious because "Honey, you have to drive in a sentient alien that looks just like our car because the goverment men said so or there will be consequences and potential alien threats."

There are so many joke potentials there; the cultural barrier, the "I am the ine that is supposed to keep her safe" glaring contests, there is just so much shenanigans that could happen.

Also, tea party with the kid. Tea party with the kid.

Sam Witwicky actually reacts like an average human would when faced with the situations he finds himself in

Do I like Sam Witwicky? No, he is the kind of character that I would want to punch irl because of his personality and actions. He is disgusting. But watching him scamper and scream and stutter when faced with giant metal robot aliens that can squish him like a bug? Good, that was a beliavable reaction and I enjoyed it a great deal.

Megatron. Just, ✨Megatron✨

(the best screenshot of the few I could take while watching, no, I am not going back for a better one, he looks perfect like this)

I also laughted at how they kept him frozen like a popsicle. And not even well, like, they COULD'VE made an actual freezer and pop him in instead of using those couple of tubes just so he was displayed for all personell to gawk at. HE CRASHED IN THE ANTARCTIC!

The design looks so good, because it looks ALIEN and POINTY and AGH!!! The colors? There are no colors that would make him stand out, he looks like someone opened a cutlery drawer, mixed up what's inside, threw in some extra knifes for a good measure and then shook the whole thing until this guy materialized from the pile. It is both incredibly annoying and satisfying.

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Mr. Welker did an amazing job with his voice, I don't know what the directions were, but oh man it sure sent shivers down my spine. That is the kind of voice that spells "You are going to die" and I already have my coffin picked out.

EDIT: SO APPARENTLY! IT WAS NOT WELKER THAT VOICED MEGATRON.

It was Hugo Weaving, and yes the man did am amazing job, but I apologize a million times, I was CERTAIN that THE OG VA OF MEGATRON WOULD ALSO HAVE VOICED MEGATRON. LIKE, OKAY BAY, OKAY!

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LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF ICE! With how quick he came back fully online once Frenzy turned off the freeze liquid tubes, I bet he was half awake through the whole thing. Systems just below idling or something, in any case, AGENTS YOU ARE SO DUMB! WHO WAS GIVING SUBPAR FUNDING TO THEM, THEY BETTER BE FIRED!

I also was glad that Sam refused to call him by the name the sector asigned to him, despite Megatron being in stasis. And that he insisted they use the correct name. Good job Sam, acknowledge the threat by the actual name and show respect to a fellow sentient lifeform. Even though said lifeform is hellbent on destruction of the universe and your world.

ALSO, AND I CANNOT STRESS THE LAUGHTER AND AMUSEMENT HERE; the sheer DISRESPECT! They don't disassemble Megatron's corpse. No, these idiots, these absolute morons decide to dump him into the ocean, letting him sink to the lowest possible point (not sure if they did say it was the M' Trench or not), where there are proper freezing temperatures - good! You're learning, good job!! - just... In full. Full corpse. What's left of him. Just blup! Down with the fishies he goes!

I understand that they probably didn't know how to approach Optimus about it, but... At least behead the guy. He came back ONCE, who is to say he won't come back again?! Safety precautions my dears.

They also completely disregard what a giant extraterrestrial metal alien rusting away on the bottom of the ocean could do to the ecosystem at large. Like, I find this incredibly amusing, because this ISN'T something most folks think about when watching a movie but we have giant squids down there. We have so much weird things down there, the ocean isn't even fully explored AND YOU WANT TO CHUCK AN ALIEN CORPSE DOWN THERE?!

Now the real question: is he a looker? *looks at the pictures* hmmmm, depends on if you like knifes. Like, really like knifes. Like really, really REALLY want to get it on with a fine assembly of kitchen knifes that were exposed to the elements but somehow haven't rusted away completely.

I think he's neat.

Needs a good long powerwash though. Preferrably with something to help the whole "I was frozen for more than 50 years and sprang back to action as soon as I woke up" thing that happened.

My man needs to take a moment and get his bearings, like dude. Please. You can conquer the world after some energon and slow system boot-up period. The strain on the systems my dude, you ain't young.

Also love that this "death" was probably reused in TFP because lord golly, do we love our faves ending up under the sea. (Though Megan took a much bigger fall, Bayverse WAS PLOPPED INTO THE WATER LIKE A NEWLY ACQUIRED FISH I CAN'T YOU GUYS I CAN'T!)

In short: I love the comedy of american military giving such disrespect to an Alien Warlord. These guys are really sealing their fate.

I loved the way they got the Witwicky family to be important to the plot

The whole "selling my great great grandpa's glasses on e-bay" thing gives us a very good self insert/OC/rewrite/movie AU potential. Don't like Sam and his disgustingness? Find a way to write a cousin or some far off relative or hell, even just someone who buys the glasses off e-bay and go wild with it!

Archibald was also clearly an inspiration for Isaac Sumdac as far as I can tell, what with both of them using Megatron as a means of helping technology advance.

Only difference being one of them lived and actually talked to Megatron after he came back online and the other got driven to madness and death due to the amount of information beamed into his brain. Isaac also acquired a space baby daughter, so the guy is absolutely luckier of the two.

Mikaela being fucking competent and badass throughout the movie, and not being just fanservice eyecandy

I could do without the fanservice, but her personality? I loved it. I loved that she wasn't crawling to Sam and wasn't being "hard to get". Which is also why I was very displeased at the very sudden "oh yeah, romance! She returns his feelings after he took her for a ride and let her vent her frustrations!". The movie is 2 hours long and they could throw in some moments where these two connect?

Welp, it is an action movie, boy gets girl no matter what, can't complain about the staple in the genre.

However, Mikaela x Optimus? Now THAT is something I considered as soon as the two locked eyes and interacted. Like, even taking my shipping goggles off, these two could have a very interesting dynamic and Mikaela could be a very good protagonist. I wonder what the movie would be like with her as the lead and Sam being the fucking moron she has to drag along with her.

BUT ALSO! Can we talk about the horrible, excruciating fact that her and Bumblebee drove around with Bee's damaged legs dragging over asphalt all the time he was shooting at 'Cons? There were sparks flying! SHE WAS DRIVING BACKWARDS! She took command of the situation and did what she could because Bee still wanted TO FIGHT!

Also, they way she beat up Frenzy? Gorgeous, I want to slap Sam's non-existent balls off for not atleast saying "thanks". The dude would be sliced thinner than cabbage if she wasn't there.

The millitary man we are supposed to care about because his wife gave birth while he was on duty and we see his baby three times in the whole movie, actually being a pretty awesome and well-written character

Look, personally, I was a little confused at the reason why we were seeing his wife and baby interacting/the scene where she thinks her husband is dead. Mostly because I don't like kids, so scenes like that, when I don't even know who the character is, have no impact at all. Him having a baby isn't going to make me like the guy more, unless I know his character. Him being absent because he's on duty doesn't mean he'll be a good dad (though he looks like the kind of man that will try his best, and I like that in a man). So seeing his wife and kid at the start of the movie seemed pointless to me.

BUT! FOCUSING ON THE POSITIVES HERE!

Lennox is a good character and whenever he was on screen I was invested in what is going to happen to him. He's the kind of action movie lead that would have me invested, despite my meh interest in mainly gun fight oriented action movies.

Essentially, loved the guy, would love to see more of him while also being able to tell what's happening on screen. Also the comedy scenes he was in were usually funny.

Okay so these are the things I like about the first movie! It was very long, had to watch it on 2,5x speed because it simultainously dragged while ALSO giving me too much information, but the moments like these and the way my imagination latched onto characters I liked made it watchable. It isn't a movie I'd use to introduce someone to the TF franchise, but it provided me with lots of material for my imagination to run wild.

#moca watches #transformers #transformers bayverse #moca screeches #Yes the cutlery divider is due to the Decepticons looking like they do. It amuses me greatly.

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inklingleesquidly · 6 years ago

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The Bravery of Janine Squidly

Chapter 1

Janine Squidly is many things; a mother, a broadcast director for a major TV network, one of the greatest Turf Wars in the history of the entire world-- but would you ever guess gang member?

In this tale looking back at her teen years, see what lead to the decision that nearly destroyed Janine’s entire life.

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Janine Squidly was finally going to accomplish a task she had been putting off time and again for ages. Today’s the day, she thought, I’m finally going to put that trophy room together! The spare room in the Squidly’s hi-rise apartment had been relegated to a storage closet stacked to the ceiling with cardboard boxes, barren shelves, and other pieces of furniture that were left to collect dust in darkness. She had the day off from her demanding job as Broadcast Director for the Sucker Bros. Studios TV network. No other chores or obligations meant she could devote the time to assembling the room as the testament to her days as The Boss of Turf Wars and Freshest Inkling of the Decade. She wasn’t alone in this endeavor though—

“Lee-honey, thank you so much for wanting to help me set this room up.” Janine clapped her hands while expressing her gratitude.

Her son, Lee stood up from crouching on the floor and balled his fists. He smiled from ear to ear; a hearty display of excitement as he replied, “No problem Mom, I’m super excited to get this done.”

Janine giggled. “Ara ara, I am to Sweetie.” She turned to the other occupant of the room, rather concerned about them. “Callie-dear, I know your busy and you don’t get a lot of days off, are you sure you want to be here doing chores?”

Joining them was Lee’s best friend; none other than one-half of the pop idol sensation the Squid Sisters, Callie Calamari. As she set a box down on the floor she replied, “Don’t worry about it Janine, I’m glad I can be here, I get to hang with Cutie and you!”

Both of them were so spirited and lively, Janine couldn’t help but feel invigorated herself. “You’re both the best, I’m gonna go get us some drinks, will Iced Tea do?”

“Yes Mom,” Lee accepted the offer.

“I’d love some,” Callie politely and eagerly acknowledged.

The two young squids returned to moving and opening boxes as Janine left but just as she was out of ear shot, Callie gave a cheer. “O-M-G Cutie your mom is the coolest ever!” Her hands trembled as they hovered over the unsealed boxes. “I mean it, look at all of this amazing stuff!” Her eyes darted back and forth between them all; unable to focus on which of the seasoned pro’s treasures she wanted to unearth first.

The idol had been hiding her excitement out of politeness but she could no longer contain it. To Lee it seemed funny that a star could be star struck but he remembered just how much of a celebrity his mom used to be in the world of Turf Wars and still kind of was.

Callie seemed to bounce between boxes, staring in awe at literally everything she found. “Look at all these trophies,” she found boxes full of golden trophies, all of them depicting the number-1. “So many awards and certificates.” she lost count of how many framed documents, badges, and ribbons celebrating victories, new records, and various other commendations she found.

Coming upon a crate full to the brim with old periodicals, Callie gawked, “Ooo check out all these old magazines, you mom is on the cover of every one!” All of them were sports themed with Janine as the featured model. Plucking one at random from the stack, she didn’t anticipate a poster unfolding from within its pages. Stretching the poster out to get a good look at it, she suddenly gasped and her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink.

Lee looked over his shoulder. “Did you say something, Callie?” He queried.

“Umm, n-n-nothing,” she stuttered, stuffing the spicy centerfold back into the magazine before shoving it back into the container with the others.

They found more trinkets and goodies, all of which Lee appraised as he had years of experience rummaging through the mountain of collectibles. At one point they came upon a box of video cassettes which Lee revealed to contain reels of commercials and other television appearances Janine made. From the sheer number of cassette tapes Callie said in admiration, “Whoa, I think your mom might’ve had more public appearances than me and Marie combined.” Lee was unsure if that was true but before he could answer Callie plucked out a framed photo and gasped again, marveling at what she saw. “Is this your mom with the president?!”

Lee eyed the picture and confirmed, “Yep, that’s her.” She was in front of the presidential house at Washinkton D.C., shaking hands with the President at the time she was active in Turf Battles.

Callie’s mouth hung open and she struggled for a moment to form a sentence. “Your mom is so cool!” She gasped. “I think she might be the single coolest, freshest Inkling to ever live!” With a modest grin and shrug of his shoulders, Lee felt a sense of secondhand pride at hearing such praise for his mom.

Even though he couldn’t put together the words to say what he thought, he agreed with Callie entirely about her. She was unlike any other squid in the world, utterly perfect in his eyes. That’s why he felt as though his greatest motivation was to become the son she rightfully deserved.

Callie stumbled upon something else next; she opened a seemingly random box and asked, “What is this?” in her hands was a black leather jacket, a rather old and ratty looking one at.

“I-- huh-- I don’t know,” Lee stammered, “I’ve never seen that before in my life.”

He had seen everything else in this room but had never come across that. Callie on the other hand eyed it with particular interest. “I think it looks cool,” she said, deciding right away to slip it on. Inside the box she unearthed it from was a pair of matching gloves which she wore as well. “Hee hee, look at me!” She snickered before holding her arms out and curling her lip into a sneer. She started to speak in the most exaggerated tough girl voice she could muster. “’Ey yo, you lookin’ f’trouble you little punk, I’ll splat yeh so hard y’mother n’ your grandma are gonna feel it.”

She had a laugh and even Lee couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics. Just as she continued her fun of playing out a silly stereotype, Janine returned with a tray of drinks. “Sorry that took awhile Loves, I didn’t realize we were out of tea so I had to make--,” her eyes focused in the dim room and she finally caught sight of what Callie was wearing.

CRASH!!!

Lee and Callie nearly jumped out of their skin. They whirled around to see glass shattered on the carpet and freshly brewed tea spilled everywhere. Lee babbled in surprise, “Dahh—M—Mom, what happened?!” Looking up, he was met by her horrified expression; eyes as wide as dinner plates and jaw hanging open.

“Where did you find that?” Janine nearly screamed, pointing at Callie.

Realizing what she was referring to, Callie answered, “I—I found it-- in a box,” she paused between her words, still alarmed by Janine’s actions.

“Take it off.” Janine growled under her breath.

She stomped into the room. “Take it off now!” she repeated.

Much to Lee and especially Callie’s utter confusion she grabbed the collar of the jacket while Callie still wore it and began to wrench and pull at it.

“Janine—oww, please—eee, you can have it just let me—oww, stop it, that hurts!” Callie pleaded as her head and arms were caught thanks to Janine’s unimaginable behavior.

Lee made similar cries and asked the same questions, “Mom what are you doing, you’re hurting her, Mom, what—Mom, stop!” He begged for an explanation and tugged at the hem of her blazer as the woman desperately tried to pry the jacket off the girl's back.

Finally, she got what she wanted but didn’t stop there. She ripped the gloves off of Callie’s hands; finding that easier as she was getting one away, Callie shook the other off of her hand and let it drop on the floor. Lee went to Callie’s side to console his frazzled, frightened friend; all the while he questioned, “Mom, what the heck is wrong?”

Janine bunched the jacket up in her arms and mumbled just loud enough for the two teenagers to hear. “I’m going to throw this nasty thing in the dumpster.”

“Mom….”

“Janine…”

Both whispered as the older woman had her back turned to them; neither one could imagine what it was about that frayed, ripped leather jacket that caused her to behave in such a way. In his entire life he had never seen her so provoked and anxious. He never even imagined something could cause her to act that way. In truth, it scared him.

After what seemed like an eternity of unnerving silence, Janine turned around. Solemn and regretful, she apologized, “I’m so sorry kids, especially to you Callie, I-I hope I didn’t hurt you, Honey.”

“I’m fine.” Callie simply answered.

Janine seemed to loosen up and relax. “I just—I thought I got rid of this a long time ago, I have a lot of bad memories attached to this stupid thing.” Her fingernails dug into the leathers, I looking as though she wanted to rip them to pieces right then and there.

“What about them?” Lee asked, still wanting an explanation.

Janine hung her head low, staring at the floor. “I wore this when I made the worst decisions I could’ve ever made in my entire life.” Her bottom lip trembled as she inhaled a deep breath. She exhaled, “I did some things that I absolutely regret.” Another bout of silence filled the room as Janine sat down in an office chair that they kept in the room. She said with a gravely serious tone to her voice, “Lee, there’s a story about my life I never told you but you deserve to hear it.”

“I—okay, please tell me.” Lee nodded and sat down on the floor, all too curious about this experience that seemed to have such a profound effect on his mother.

“Callie-dear, do you want to hear it as well?”

A rarity for her; Callie was absolutely focused as she said, “Yes I do,” and joined Lee, ready to listen to the deeply personal tale of the squid she admired as a competitor and as an older, wiser woman.

Janine began. “It all started years ago, when I was only 17—“

In almost 30 years, Inkopolis hadn’t changed much but in the time period affectionately referring to as the 80’s you could see a star walking around in broad daylight.

“Hey it’s the Boss!” A wide smile came to an Inkling teen as did the friends he was congregating with as well.

Janine strolled through the front doors of Seaside Hill High. “Good morning.” She greeted the boy and his possee who all continued to grin and nod in acknowledgement of her.

“Hi Boss! Tee hee hee,” a crab girl vicariously giggled as Janine passed her by.

In reply, Janine gave a jaunty tilt of her head as she waved at her with her fingers. This made the crab girl shyly bury her head in the chest of a lobster girl she was with who laughed along with two crayfish girls who were with their group.

While on her walk to her locker, Janine was then approached from the side by an Inkling girl. “Boss, Boss, Boss,” she said excitedly, “I can’t thank you enough! That advice you gave, I’ve been getting so many more Splats!”

“My pleasure,” Janine replied, keeping her stride but looking her way. “We’ll have to do it again sometime. Just remember to keep both eyes open, you’ll shoot twice as better that way.”

The girl clenched her books tighter against her chest and gave a short little hop of excitement. “Will do!” She said before she broke away to walk to her class.

Just after, Janine was stopped by a boy who was rather demanding of her. “Hey Boss, 1v1 again today, I can totally get you this time.”

She stopped and reminded, “Again? Ara ara, well you did clip one of my tentacles last time so you are getting better. Sure thing, how does Moray Garage sound?”

“I’ll be the new Boss, you’ll see.” He was so overconfident despite having lost to her fifteen times already, but hey, who was counting?

Janine didn't want to crush his enthusiasm though so she continued to encourage him. “I’m pulling for you, Honey.”

With him gone she was almost to her locker, only to be stopped yet again by a nervous looking anemone girl.

“Boss, Boss, I need your help! Which of these do you think would be better for the Junior Dance?” She held up two pieces of paper in her hands; they appeared to be sketches depicting themes for decorations.

Instead of a decisive answer, Janine merely shook her head in disapproval. “Cynthia, please, you’re the class president, you should be able to make those decisions on your own.”

“Well-- I only am thanks to you and your endorsement.” She seemed to mumble that admission in shame as she angled her head down.

Janine, however wasn't having any of that. “Ohh come on that’s not true at all, you have so many great ideas, whatever you pick I’m sure everyone will love.”

“Hmm,” she hummed unsurely, “I kind of do like this one the best.” She gestured to the concept in her right hand

“There you go, it’s perfect!” Janine congratulated in hopes of stoking the fire of her confidence.

It seemed to work as Cynthia raised her head, biting her lip to hide how wide she smiled. “Thanks Boss.”

“Just so you know, that’s what I would’ve picked too, ara ara.” Janine gave a wink as the class president left to attend to her duties, finally giving Janine time to reach her locker.

There, waiting nearby with a knowing grin on her face, was another Inkling girl, but this one was more familiar to the young celebrity. She stepped away from the line of book compartments and gave a joking laugh. “Ooo hoo, typical morning as ever, huh Janine?” She was Rena Squidosawa, close friend and squad mate.

“Almost,” Janine admitted, twisting her combination lock. She pulled it away in one swift move and the locker's door flung open, causing a waterfall of envelopes and loose stationary to fall out onto her feet. Rena stepped back in surprise but Janine stood firm. Doubtlessly there were challenges, confessions, and declarations of admiration written in neat, and messy handwriting alike, on lined school paper, and even fancy letter paper. “Now it's a typical morning.” She said in observance of all the mail.

The rest of the school day went about as normally as normal got. After the final bell sounded, Janine collected her things and made her way to the regular meeting place for her and her squad. Just near the school parking lot with the stadium a short way beyond she saw them; waiting along with Rena was Betty Pistolblatt, and Lucy Squidmont. All together, the four of them made up The Jammers.

Spotting her first, Lucy teased, “Well well look who decided to grace us with her presence.” After they all welcomed Janine back into their ranks, Lucy continued to joke in a feisty way. “So Boss, you make any promises to your adoring fans on our behalf?”

“Ara ara,” Janine chuckled, “Not a whole lot for today, later this month though.”

Hearing that, Rena chimed in on the conversation. “Umm-- actually I made plans for us. One of the other Squads in the school wants to practice with us for the Rainmaker Rollout.”

Janine snapped her fingers. “Ohh yeah, that’s next Saturday after this one.” She reached into the breast pocket of her varsity jacket to produce a planner that she wrote in with a pink pen.

Betty suggested, “Before we head to practice let’s go to my parent’s place and get something to eat.” Rena and Lucy readily agreed while Janine continued writing in her book, absorbed in her planning as Betty added, “Hopefully we don’t run late, I really need to study for that ionization test.”

“The one in Mr. Cichlid’s class?” Lucy wondered? “I’m so screwed in that, I’m hung up on how electrons are effected--.”

The rest of the conversation went unheard by Janine as she scribbled in the last note she needed to make for herself. “There, finished,” she said aloud, closing the little book. She peered up, only to catch a rather foreign sight off in the distance.

There, hanging against the fence beyond the fields was a group of noticeably rough and ruddy looking men in ragged, baggy clothes. She couldn’t make out much else about them or their dispositions from this distance. Maybe she was imagining it but they seemed to have jeering sneers permanently etched on their faces . Could they have seen her? Who knew since they began to walk away moments after, leaving the questioning young woman staring off into space.

“Hey Jan? Jan? What's going on with you?”

Hearing Betty's voice brought her back to reality. She babbled, “Huh? What?” Collecting her thoughts, Janine asked, “Say Betty did you see those guys over there? They look kind of… wild? I want to say.”

The smaller girl didn’t understand so she simply shrugged. “They’re probably just some kids from the city now come on, get those ostrich legs of yours in gear, I'm hungry.”

There was this unshakeable feeling of dread in Janine's heart, but she couldn't help but respond, “What? Ostrich legs?” As she was pushed along by Betty into rejoining their group.

A short train ride from Seaside Hill High School put the girls within spitting distance of Inkopolis Square in the heart of Shee-Booyah but they weren't going there just yet. Nearby the square was the quaint Pistol Bodega; a mini-market belonging to Betty's family. As per usual the market side was packed with afterschool visitors grabbing a quick packaged snack from the shelves, or bottled beverage from the cooler. To anyone it could seem like an overwhelming business but not Betty's dad who waved to the girls from the register as he bagged groceries for a jellyfish boy.

For those seeking something more substantial like Janine and her Squad were, there were meals to be had at the bakery & sandwich shop manned by the rest of the Pistolblatt family. The fine divide between the stores was felt by the replacement of the smell of cleanliness with the scent of fresh bread and cooked meat.

They were quickly pounced upon by a waitress, Betty's most excitable youngest sister, Madelin. “Heeeey Betty-detty, you guys are late! I gave away your favorite table twice already.”

The Shrimpling girl replied with an understanding, “That's fine Maddy, you know we're not picky, we're--.”

“--Psych,” the cheeky youngster giggled, “C'mon, take a seat.” She ushered them over to a cozy booth with pleather seating. “What would you like today?”

Rena ordered first. “I'll have a Number-2 with a pink lemonade.”

“Ohh, same here,” Lucy added.

Betty pondered for a moment. “I’ll just have a grilled cod wrapped in lettuce instead of bread, no chips please, and some sparkling water.”

Finally, it was Janine's turn to order. “Ooo, I'll have a Number-4, two Number-3's, a Number-7 with a side of dip, some tea, ohh, ohh, and if your mom baked more of her cake today, I'll have the biggest piece of that you got!”

“Coming right up Boss,” their middle school age waitress excitedly proclaimed before rushing to the kitchen, paying no attention to the stares and the team threw Janine's way.

Lucy questioned, “I hope you know we’re not gonna split the bill evenly, right Jan?”

“Nope,” their Captain answered with a giggle. “Ara ara we're all gonna need the energy if we're gonna have a good practice today.” She took out her little appointment book from her breast pocket and began to read their itinerary. “Let's see today, we got a match against the Ultra-Rare Holofoils, the Brickboys, and the Crash & Burners want a game with us too.”

Everything seemed exactly as it should be, not a thing out of place—until suddenly the double sliding doors to the bodega were forcibly thrown open. CRANG. The entire population of the establishment jolted at the sound of the metal & glass doors hitting the concrete walls.

In walked a group of men, five of them, all Inklings, and they seemed to be wearing matching clothes; ones Janine recognized as being the same colors, and tattered, grungy style as the ones she saw previously at the school. They began to make their way inside, one of them callously slapping the tentacle of a random Octarian patron. They all laughed in unison as his basket full of chips fell to the floor. After that they seemed to make themselves at home at the bakery, stealing chairs and sliding two vacant tables so they could all sit together.

The spectacle they made of themselves didn’t end there; they began pounding their fists on the tables, demanding service. The Jammers noticed the only waitress available was Elaine, Betty’s second youngest sister. She was nervous when dealing with customers as it was, but with a rowdy bunch like this, even looking at them made her knees tremble and hold up her notebook as a flimsy shield.

It seems she wouldn’t have to deal with them as one of them raised their hand to silence the group. A crude smile came to his face and he made another gesture that signaled for them all to rise from their seats and approach none other than the table of Janine and her friends.

They each struggled to find something to make it look like they had something to do. Lucy was the first to grab the assortment of sweetener packets and condiments to read from. Rena was fortunate enough to have already had her nail file out so she kept tending to her fingernails. Betty chose to stare at the window while Janine held up her appointment planner to look like she was intently reading it. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop the ruffian and his cohorts from all crowding around them, effectively trapping them in their booth.

“What’s up sexy ladies.” The apparent leader of the group greeted them with wide gestures of his hands and arms, using a buttery smooth voice that the girls could tell was utterly insincere. “What’s a bunch of fine girlies like yourselves sitting over here all alone?”

Laughing quietly, Rena answered the question. “We’re not alone, we’re with each other, and we’d like to keep it that way.” Lucy and Betty both zealously agreed, a move that only earned them a sneer of ire from the leader.

He changed his tune soon after, shrugging off their denial. “That’s fine, why mess with the stuck-up hanger-ons when the big fish is the real catch.” His palm landed squarely on Janine’s shoulder, much to the dismay of the rest of the girls and her herself. “Hey Hot Mama, we seen you on T.V. Word is you’re the most famous squid in this whole town. You’re perfect material for the Rockfish, whaddya say?”

Janine contemplated what was the politest way to reply not a chance in hell but just as she was about to open her mouth to reply, the hooligan’s hand was forcibly lifted off of her.

“Hey pal, keep your hands to yourself!” It was Betty’s elder brother, Victor, stepping in from out of nowhere to try and help the situation.

The ringleader snatched his hand back and clicked his tongue in offense of those actions. “Chyeh, you got some sort of problem?” He asked?

“Yeah I do,” Victor bravely replied, “You’re making all this noise, a-and harassing other customers including--.” He was a large boy who played sports, and was hearty being part-crustacean but he couldn’t compare to the bulkiness of the largest member of the gang that silently stepped in front of him.

The gang leader paced around before he grabbed a metal spoon off of a table that two Inklings quickly vacated. “I feel like we’re being unfairly treated here, like you snobs think you’re better than us.” There was anger stewing in the roots of his voice. He then bent the spoon with his thumb before he declared. “Let’s show these smug preps what happens when people think they’re better than us!” Right away the group all sought whatever was in arm’s reach; chairs, glasses, plates, and the largest one even grabbed Victor by his shirt collar, hoisting him up into the air.

Things could’ve gone incredibly bad. The Jammers stood up to try to stop them when suddenly everyone was halted. “HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!” It was none other than Betty’s father standing strong and firm between the store and the bakery.

“Who’s this fool?” A member of the gang demanded.

Despite being quite a feeble looking older pistol shrimp with gray whiskers, Mr. Pistolblatt stepped forward with a purpose. “I’m the owner of this establishment.” He informed. “I’ll thank you to put my son down and to put down my property this instant.”

With a wave from their leader, the group did as the old man said, setting everything down back where they found them. He then stepped forward, nearly chest to chest with Betty’s father as a show of intimidation. “So you own this place huh? Great little joint but you outta get better staff and customers who don’t look down on other perfectly friendly people.”

The crustacean proprietorwasn’t having any of it. “My staff and I will gladly serve you hand and foot any time, any day of the week but we don’t take kindly to those who think they can just do whatever they want. That includes people like you who harass other guests, especially my daughter and her friends.” That seemed to catch all of the gang by surprise, but he wasn’t done there. “I don’t ask this very often but you young men have to leave.”

“You’re kicking us out?” The leader gasped.

Mr. Pistolblatt corrected, “I’m asking you kindly, man to man to exit my store before we start having problems.”

Despite his age and size compared to them, somehow that got through to the five ruffians. Their coarse commander finally gave in. “All right, all right, we’ll go, let’s get out of here boys, the vibe here ain’t working for me.” They all began to quietly follow him but the leader had one more thing to share. “You know old man, you better be careful how you treat people.” As if to prove some ominous point, he snatched a milkshake from a table. “Or accidents can happen.” He let it fall from his hand. The glass hit the floor, spewing sharp shards mixed with blended ice cream everywhere.

Victor tried to race forward but his dad raised a claw to halt him in his tracks. Mr. Bistolplatt repeated his order. “Get out of here, now.”

“Sure old man, sure,” the leader replied. “We’ll be in touch,” he whispered as they all finally left Pistolbodega.

Some days had passed since that incident. Everything seemed quiet so the Pistolblatt family banished the incident from their minds and continued their lives as normal. The Jammers all did the same; all together they exited the player lobby out to the main grounds of Inkopolis Plaza.

There, Lucy proudly declared, “I didn't think it was possible but I swear I'm getting better than great!” She twirled her N-Zap in her hand only to receive a reality check from Rena.

“Then you got run over by a roller, the same one, four times in one match.” There wasn't time for the group to share a laugh at her expense as she urged Lucy along. “Now come on, my mom's gonna take us both home and we're late. See you guys in Home Room tomorrow!”

With that, half the Squad left, leaving Janine and Betty alone to discuss the rest of the evening. Betty made a suggestion. “So Janine do you want to come over to my place for dinner? There's a new episode of Squister, Squister on tonight.”

“I think I'll pass,” Janine replied. “I still have some matches I scheduled in. Bobby Riptide wants another shot and this time he brought his Squad along. I’ve also got Cecilia Squidmere who wants pointers on Brush maneuvers, and the Magical Possibilities want help getting organized for next month’s tournament.”

Betty reminded, “Don't you have a test tomorrow? And what'll you do for dinner?

Janine shrugged before she replied. “I'll study before bed tonight, and I'll get something on my way home.”

“No, no, no,” Betty fired back, “You're not having a train station hotdog and fries again for the 1-2- third night in a row.” Concerned for her friend, the shrimp-Inkling hybrid pulled at her arm. “My mom is making Flounder Piccata tonight, I'm sure you'll--.”

She was suddenly silenced as none other than Elaine came bounding up to them. “Betty! Betty!” She repeated, her voice caught between gasps for breath as she held herself up with her hands around her sister's waist.

“What's going on?” Betty asked right away.

Elaine seemed to have trouble speaking as she answered between gasps. “Th--the—the-- you gotta come quick! It's-- it's just awful!” Without a moment to lose, Janine and Betty followed her straightaway, arriving on the scene at Pistolbodega.

Once there they were first met by a blockade of police cars scattered around the strip mall parking lot the minimart resided in. Edging closer, they found the shattered automatic glass doors were but a small window into what awaited them.

Inside they found nothing short of utter destruction. What was normally a market so bright, clean, and inviting was a shell of its former self. The floor was positively covered with shards of glass mixed with discarded food and drink, busted and barren shelves, and turned over displays just to start. Overhead lights that hadn’t been broken hung by their wires, flickering with all the strength they had. There was a nauseating smell of chemicals made from drying soda breaking down processed snack foods.

The restaurant area didn’t fare any better with broken furniture, plates, and crockery all over the place. As dismal as the scene was it wasn’t half as heartbreaking as the sight of Betty’s mom in the corner of the room, hugging her two youngest daughters close to her. The girls had their faces buried in her waist, emitting quiet sobs as it took everything for their mother to not do the same. Their whimpering and the matriarch’s tearful muttering could be heard loud and clear, even over the sound of the officer’s discussions with Mr. Pistolblatt, and a camera snapping photos of the scene.

The old pistol shrimp explained, “--And we had only been at home for an hour when I got the call a-an--.”

“Dad!” Betty raced to him, in her flurry of thoughts, questions, and fear she couldn’t piece them all together. “What happened here?” She dumbly asked what first came to mind as a bewildered and dumbstruck Janine joined.

He grimly relayed the event to them. “We were robbed, Darlin’. Someone busted into the store and completely trashed the place. They took everything!”

“Someone?!” They heard Mrs. Pistolblatt call out. “It was those Rockfish thugs, I mean they left their calling card all over the place!” Sure enough they did; along the walls vandalized with graffiti there were tags depicting their group name clear as day. “I want every single one of them locked up for the rest of their lives for what they did to our family, I ju--.”

Her husband held her clenched fist and attempted to ease her rage. “--Sal, please calm down, everything’s gonna be fine. We had those cameras installed for this exact problem. They’re gonna find out exactly who did this and they’ll get what’s coming to them.”

“Actually, it’s probably not going to be that easy,” the officer he had been speaking with revealed.

“What? What do you mean?” Mr. Pistolblatt quizzed.

The uniformed peacekeeper had grim news to share. “You’re not the only place that’s had a run-in with these gangbangers and every time they’ve made it a point to completely hide their faces so we can’t identity a single one of them.”

Not content with that, Mrs. Pistolblatt said, “Why not just arrest all of them if you know they’re the ones causing trouble?”

The answer from the Inkling cop was a dissatisfied huff. “It doesn’t work that way. Every time we try to make an arrest, someone their gang cooks up an alibi for their friends and they’re right back out on the street.”

Mr. Pistolblatt let out a gasp. “You’re kidding?” He was baffled in trying to imagine any sense in this. “So what, you’re just gonna let them roam free and do whatever they want?”

The policeman shook his head. “We have rules we need to follow. We can’t just go and arrest people willy-nilly; we need proper evidence.”

The collective grief of the Pistolblatt family at hearing that could be seen across all of their faces, Janine could see it. Wanting to do his best for his family, Mr. Pistolblatt tried to express. “Well at least we have insurance so we’ll get back on our feet and at least nobody was hurt.”

“Mom. Dad.”

As if by some morbid, horrible cue, Victor shambled in through the busted door. Deep bruises were visible on nearly every exposed part of his body, made more apparent by his clothes ripped and torn to shreds. He was barely able to stand as he limped on one foot and could hardly talk as one side of his face was deeply bruised and swollen. Betty clasped her hands over her mouth in horror, followed by the shrieks and cries from the rest of the family.

Mrs. Pistolblatt let out a sickened gasp. “My baby!” She nearly cried.

Mr. Pistolblatt stuttered in horror. “Vic, wha—what happened to you, boy?”

He struggled to explain. “I was on the way home from college prep when I got jumped by them. It was the Rockfish, three of them, they pulled me around somewhere and I don’t--.”

Janine could only stand by in silence, watching as the family she was so close to struggle to deal with this sudden plague of violence upon them. The tears of the three daughters, the uncertainty of the adults, the pain of the eldest son, and the alarmed trepidation visible in her best friend.

Before she could say anything, Betty stepped away from her family to speak with her. “Janine,” she solemnly mumbled. “I think it’s best if you go home. I—my family and I need some time alone.” Her voice choked, it was a struggle to say those words.

Janine whispered in reply. “I understand, if you need anything call me, okay?”

“Yeah.” That answer was so deprived of thought and feeling but Janine didn’t pursue it any further.

Even though she left just as she was instructed, the thoughts of what she witnessed didn’t leave her head.

In the early evening people were rushing to return home for the day. This time of day was so noisy with impatient drivers blaring their car horns, and tired commuters clogging the streets but to Janine it was all a quite murmur to her. All the way to the train station she thought about the violence they faced. She also thought of what she heard the police weren’t going to do even with the unequivocal evidence at hand.

Then there was how they weren’t the only ones to be harmed by the Rockfish gang. How many other families already had their effected already by them? How many of them did she know? How many of them had kids that she went to school with? Who was she even going to see at school?

The more she thought of it, her fist tightened. It got tighter and tighter until her nails dug into the skin of her hand. Justice needed to be served for the Pistolblatt family and anyone else they hurt.

They’re not going to get away with this. They’re gonna pay for what they did. I'm going to make them pay.

#splatoon #nintendo #splatoon 2 #fan fiction #janine squidly

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imexperiencinggrowthgetoverit · 6 years ago

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They just finished a SanderSides and Logan asked Virgil how he could help him deal with flying since they were heading to Australia soon. The others were still there and agreed that they should know. He gave them wide eyes and said,

“Wait, do you guys not know about the killer lizards who pilot planes?”

At first they laughed because they were under the impression that he was joking to make it seem like no big deal but when his face didn’t change they realized he was being legitimate.

Patton goes over and holds his head saying things like,

“You’re serious?

Oh my goodness, Im so sorry.

Who’s cruel enough to tell you these things?”

Logan and Roman realize that it must have been Deceit and Fear that lied to him for fun. They would have reveled in his reactions. This moment made them realize how much time they spent without Virgil. It was upsetting to think about. He was part of their famILY now.

Roman sacrificed his Disney movie time for Virgil to watch The Black Cauldron, Logan took time to learn vocabulary words, and Patton is just his sunshine. This would have to change a bit. Logan said goodbye to Thomas and sunk the group into the Mind palace.

Logan sat the others down on the couch.

“Okay. Virgil, we’re going to start teaching you the facts about the world. For once, I’m not going to bore you with a list to try and figure out the multitude of things you were lied to about, but I need you to express confusion about things so we can help you understand.”

Patton and Roman looked both surprised and proud. Lists were Logans THING. Like, most the books in his room have a list as a bookmark.

“Wait, so planes don’t have killer lizards as pilots? How do you know? You never see them, and what if they’re cloaked somehow..”

Logan kneels down to hold Virgils face and says with full assurance,

“Dear, I promise there are no Killer Lizards on planes. They wouldn’t be able to communicate with Humans and certainly wouldn’t be aware enough to fly a plane. Also, I don’t believe the world possesses such cloaking technology, as you mentioned.”

Patton snapped a picture during this exchange and made it his wallpaper. Logan and Virgil see the flash and flush. They both complain about pictures without consent. Roman wanted the photo, too. Patton decided he wanted to make this a game.

This resulted in two minutes of Virgil and Logan watching the the Roman chase Patton around like a lunatic. It resulted in Roman cornering Patton on a wall. This simply couldn’t be ignored when Patton was blushing hard and Roman looked smug. There was a flash and now Virgil looked smug.

The two look over and blush themselves once they realize they’ve been duped. Virgil’s eyes widen when he sees the looks on their faces, now the two are chasing Virgil for the pictures. They eventually all gave up and lay together on the floor. Logan, at first, wanted to suggest a cleaner option but decided against it for once.

Virgil and Roman look at each other from across the other two and pull out their phones. They now all had their own unique wallpapers. They just laid there content for awhile before remembering their original task.

“So Virgil, Is there anything else you were told about planes along the same line as ‘killer lizards’?”

He blushed a bit and said,

“They told me that if you got unlucky enough you’d have to sit in coach where people in the even numbered seats will kiss the people in the odd numbered seats whenever they wanted”

Logan looked greatly upset, as did Roman.

“People should never kiss without consent unless they are confessing love.”

“The seats on Planes are not numbered.”

Patton just frowned at the fact that the dark sides probably took advantage of young Virgil’s naïvety. He rolled across Logan (causing him to grunt out of pain) to Virgil and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“You are precious and them using that against you to lie about the real world was cruel. Do I have permission to punch Deceit in the face next time we see him?”

Virgil immediately shook his head No with Logan and Roman giving him shocked faces.

“Patton, I believe you are the one who says Violence is never the answer.”

“That’s when people aren’t purposefully taking a highly sensitive person and making them scared of everyday things because they are FrudgerMuckers. No one hurts my babies.”

The others understand and they decide to get up. Logan asks Virgil if, “Just to get some basics down”, he could compose a list and give it to him to fill out. Instead of the expected response of ‘No cuz that’s boring.’ he nodded.

“If they really lied about all this stuff than I wanna know what the real world’s like. If it isn’t actually as scary as it sounds. Speaking of scary, is it true that the statue of liberty will eat any birds that get too close to it’s mouth? Poor birds...”

Virgil was still anxiety, so they expect a certain degree of darkness when saying stuff like this, but nowadays he’s rarely anxious without a clear and decisive reason to be. The group as a whole spends so much time loving him.

This has led to more and more moment like this. Ones where he’s just absolutely adorable. His eyes are wide and bright with curiosity while his form is slightly smaller from still being afraid that it’s true. His sympathy towards the birds give him almost a cat like frown.

The others simply die and give him a group hug. Not really understanding why, Virgil manages to wiggle out of it. Though he does enjoy the hugging, he needs to breathe.

“Wait, does this mean that Lady liberty doesn’t eat birds?”

The others laugh and confirm that she doesn’t. It becomes routine to have Virgil ask a bunch of random questions about things now. About a week later, Logan is making sandwiches for himself and Virgil, who is sitting on the counter. This has become normal lately, Virgil hanging with Logan was already frequent, but just asking questions.

“Do squids have teeth?”

“Yes, they do. Who told you that?”

“oh, well then Deceit’s terrified of squid. He apparently only tells the truth when he’s scared.”

Logan took this information and made sure to remember it. This was to be passed to Roman who would be able to hold a squid in his room until they needed it. In his decision making, he did not anticipate at all for the next question.

“Does sex really only happen with inanimate objects?”

Logan immediately turns around and drags Virgil to Roman’s room. Without knocking, and knowing that Patton was also inside, he pushes Virgil into the room and practically yells,

“Virgil needs to be taught about sex so you two are the best candidates.”

He didn’t want to explain sex to Virgil cuz he was more than enough attracted to him and the whole process would lead to thoughts he could not contain if in the presence of the man he liked.

Rest Chapter 1 Here

#Fanfiction #Summary #Chapter 1 #Sander Sides #Virgil #Logan #Deceit #Roman #Patton #Romantic Analogical #Romantic Royalty #Analogical #Royalty #Slice-of-Life #Romance #Comedy #@test-subject-0012

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marlmckitten · 6 years ago

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Can you do a writing where marlene hears sirius has been stopping guys from asking her out and she gets angry? (Yeah got that idea from kissing booth 😆) through they aren't like close friends or in bro-sis relationship like elle and noah but instead sirius always flirts with her

YYYYYAAAAAAAASSSS. I still want to do a full Kissing Booth AU one day and the idea is in my head so this had to go a slightly different direction in case I do decide to put that into real writing one day.

Marlene could barely believe her ears. She stood stark still, mouth gaping open at what the boy in front of her had just said. Blinking was the only thing showing she was even still conscious at the moment and the sixth year Hufflepuff boy swallowed loudly, “I wasn’t suppose to say that, just pretend you never heard that!” He pleaded.

But Marlene’s insides burned with rage. She finally came to and she took a step towards the poor boy. “Is it true?” She asked, grabbing the collar of his shirt and refusing to let go.

He nodded stiffly. “He heard I fancied you and said I shouldn’t ask you out- unless I wanted his fists in my face. Then also said if I told you he’d said that he would feed me to the giant squid and I don’t wanna die like that. Please let me go McKinnon!” He squirmed in his grip now regretting his choice to ask her out more than anything else in the world. Not that he had even meant to, he saw her standing there and he always thought she was pretty. Before he knew it the words came out, followed by a gasp and the sentence, “Sirius Black told me I wasn’t allowed to ask you out.” And that was where things got scary.

She let go and kicked a chair, the boy started to scuttle away but she hollered out his name, “Why’d he tell you that?”

“Erm, it’s not just me,” he admitted, “It’s anyone who even looks at you-”

Her eyes flashed and he disappeared down the corridor and around the corner, out of Marlene’s sight. Now standing alone in the empty classroom once again, she kicked the leg of a table but instead of it collapsing like she had hoped, it felt like her toe broke, “FUCK!” She screamed out angrily.

“I’d know that voice anywhere,” a seventeen year Sirius swung into the classroom, eyebrows raised, looking her up and down, “What did the table ever do to you.”

Blinded by her rage she refused to acknowledge the pain and ran towards Sirius, pulling her wand out in the process. “Anteoculatia!” She screeched just before collapsing over in a different chair, her toe bending in an angle she knew it wasn’t suppose to and the shot of pain echoing through her whole body.

Sirius didn’t have time to catch her, his head felt funny and when he felt it he also felt tiny horns growing out of his skull. “The bloody hell is wrong with you today McKitten?” He asked.

“I have that question for both of you, actually!” It was Flitwick who seemed to suddenly appear in the otherwise empty classroom. Marlene looked around confused, before deciding he was tiny enough to hide anywhere and she did not care right now regardless.

“Black broke my foot!” She accused instantly.

Sirius retorted just as fast, “I never touched her and she attacked me with these!” He pointed to his head.

But Flitwick giggled, collecting Marlene’s things and helping her to stand up right, “You both can follow me to the hospital wing. Young love is something curious though isn’t it?” Neither Marlene, nor Sirius knew what he was on about and so instead they silently followed, knowing better than to continue fighting while Flitwick stood beside them. There was a Hogsmeade visit the following day and they did not want to loose their privileges. Eventually, (with Marlene’s hobbles,) they made it and Flitwick sat them in two beds, “Now I just have to explain to our patient matron how young Miss McKinnon wrongfully took out her anger to Mr Black telling all her suitors that they are best to not attempt in courting her.”

With another gleeful chuckle, he was off and Marlene tilted her head at the Professor. “No one says ‘court’ like that anymore!” But he ignored her so she turned to Sirius instead who’s face seemed to go quite red.

“Has he gone mad? What’s he on about?”

“If I could walk right now I would be STRANGLING you, Black!” Marlene threatened, “You told Leste he wasn’t allowed to ask me out! Where do you get the idea that you have any control over what I do?!”

Sirius shrugged, “I’m the only one you flirt with, I’m saving you the time. He’s incredibly dull and hasn’t been able to work up the balls to ask you out all year. You can do better.”

“Wait, is this why Belladona backed out of going to the ball with me last month too?!” She questioned, things suddenly lining up and making more sense.

“She said you were the least pretty Gryffindor girl of the year behind your back, you didn’t deserve it.”

Marlene rolled her eyes, and went to walk over to him again, “Who else did you tell to stay away from me?”

Sirius shook his head and got up first, helping to sit her back down. “You got me, alright? I have an increasingly large headache and a pair of horns in my head, what more do you want Marls?”

“An apology!”

“Fine, I’m sorry.”

He stayed sitting on her bed now, moving he leg and propping it up on a pillow. She wasn’t expecting him to admit to it, let alone apologize and furthermore try to tend to her broken toe- or perhaps toes. Sirius removed her shoe extremely gently and her sock, revealing her first three toes to be swollen and red. The pressure release only made her realize how much they really did hurt and she scrunched up her face. “You know this is your fault, Black.”

“Alright, you wanna break my foot to call it even?” He laughed, looking back to her, “None of those people are any good for you.”

“Don’t you think that is for me to find out for myself?”

“Yes,” Sirius admitted, “But I didn’t wanna watch you date them while all I get is a friendly wink and a bunch of less friendly nicknames.”

Marlene had a feeling that she knew where this was going, she starred into his eyes that seemed to be gentler than usual, “We’re just friends,” she stated.

“I know,” Sirius shrugged, “But I don’t wanna be just friends. I thought I was being obvious but apparently you’re too daft to see what’s right in front of you.”

“You would flirt with the whomping willow if it would let you!”

He chuckled again, rubbing his head where the horns were still slowly growing and peaking around the corner for the nurse, but she seemed to be tending to someone else still. “You’re not wrong about that, but I also don’t fall asleep picturing how pretty the willow is. Or end up gazing at it in class instead of copying notes.”

Marlene’s bright blue eyes peered at him as he spoke, she found herself lost for words for the second time in the day. “Well I’m still mad at you.”

“If I had just asked you out, would you have said yes?”

“No.”

“Then what did you want me to do?”

“Well you didn’t have to tell off the rest of the school! I thought everyone just suddenly hated me!” She exclaimed, the flame inside of her was calming down but still flickering dangerously, keeping her on the edge of anger. “You don’t get to control me, even if we were dating you wouldn’t get to control me!”

Instead of any response she wanted, Sirius simply grinned. Ear to ear, “That’s one of the things I fancy the most about you McKitten.”

“I’m still not going out with you!”

“Wanna go to Hogsmeade together tomorrow?”

Marlene could have screamed, “You’re not listening to me.”

“Fine, don’t go out with me. But just know that I won’t go out with anyone else until I get a date with you.”

“Sirius, you find a new girl to entertain you on a nightly basis.” She said simply.

“Not lately. And not anymore. You’ll see.”

And she did. After Madam Pomphrey finally got to them and Sirius got the horns out of his head and Marlene was forced to stay overnight taking a few different potions to ease the pain. Sirius stayed with her. He didn’t ask her out again, but just stayed ‘as a friend.’

They did not go to Hogsmeade together. Sirius went with James but even when James left to talk to Lily, Sirius wasn’t seen as so much as talking to the gaggle of girls that was always lined up for his attention.

Marlene ended up finding someone else to go out with, but they eventually ended things with her because she always had her mind elsewhere. And that was when she admitted to herself that she wouldn’t mind a date with Sirius after all. But not until after she ‘accidentally’ broke his toes as payback and made him promise he would never so much as think about trying to influence anyone or anything around her ever again.

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rekkingcrew · 7 years ago

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Just kind of thinking out loud here. I’m interested in other people’s thought process, so I thought people might be interested in mine.

I’ve got two more palette challenges that were asked for. Definitely going to do these because they’re very good practice, especially since I’d tend to say I’m pretty weak with color (though getting better thanks to tumblr!)

There’s at least three and a half more twi’lek head sketches I want to do, only one of which I even sort of promised to somebody, but frankly that person’s been a lovely friend and deserves a nice little bust thing. I think these may end up waiting a bit because

I want to work on lines and anatomy, and I want to do a couple of pictures where I’m using references heavily and also drawing with fixed width brushes of various sizes. It’s advice I was given and I wanna give it a shot. I’ve been saving references.

I need to stop treating backgrounds as an afterthought and work on placing people in space, but I think the first step there is drawing some spaces with nobody in them. I’ve got some photo references. That’s on the list.

I’d like to make sure I’ve got a decent picture of each character in both of my gaming groups. Put it up on that crew page. I do way too much of just my own characters. I’d also like to do some pictures from the google docs roleplay I’ve been doing. There’s one of Rek and Hex that’s been in my head forever, and I don’t have the skill to do what I want with it yet, but it’s So Clear. I’ll get it. I’m working toward it.

I’d like to get in more practice on bodies interacting and characters doing things together. It’s hard and I’m not great at it. Again, references. Rek and Lyra would be fun. I love their relationship, and I miss it while the player’s swamped with work and we’re doing evil campaign instead.

I’ve worked out the patterns on that Nautolan mad scientist OC I was kicking around to be just a tumblr OC, but I wanna have decent art before I stick her up and talk about her. Also to have things a bit more nailed down. I don’t owe anybody that though, so it can wait as long as I like.

I’d also like to get faster. The exercise where I did a bunch of 2 minute sketches of Trez then gave myself five minutes on one I liked- that worked out well. I should do that for more of the characters. It’ll help me nail down some of the quirks of each and figure out how they move and look from different angles. (also, jesus montrals are hard).

I’d sort of like to have a set of canned reaction shots for Rek I can just pop into the comments of friends. Like a finger guns and a horrified and a confused and a “hey hey there sexy space squid”. It’s not a priority, but it would be fun, and expression practice, and something I could work with the references on.

I need to practice feet. I’m shit at feet. I need to practice hands too.

So that’s like... a lot. Particularly given my time to do things is kind of variable and sometimes very limited. But it’s a game plan. It’s a set of priorities. It’s something I can look back on when I’ve got half an hour and I’m asking, shit, what do I do.

Also, y’all, if you read all this way down and you have suggestions, or, like, you’re super excited about something, I do love input.

#art plan

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thewannaone · 8 years ago

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I really want more of the harry potter au! What friendships are there and stuff like that (I don't like hp so I dont know much about it)

Ok so:

Jisung- 7th Year Hufflepuff Headboy who was very confused as to how he managed to get Headboy even when every teacher and student constantly tells him how good he is at taking care of others. Not a Quidditch player but goes to every game to cheer on the others, lowkey biased for Gryffindor cause Daniel. Very good at Charms, he finds it easy to get the knack of little spells. Ironically terrible at Herbology and collapses on the table every time his plant ends up keeling over. Is friends with everyone regardless of house, spends every meal time sitting at a different table. Is always laughing with other students, regardless of year level. Can be seen often in the library with a younger student tutoring them in classes cause he just wants to help others. Has a unicorn hair wand and is a half Muggle, half Wizard.

Sungwoon- 6th year Hufflepuff. Childhood friends with Gryffindor Taehyun and can always been seen together. Keeper for Hufflepuff Quidditch team and by his 6th year he’s finally gotten good at it. Is best at Divination even though he hates the subject, “I see myself failing my potions essay dammit.” Is miserable at potions, him and Taehyun often work together and it explodes in their faces. Has a Dragon Heartstring wand and comes from a Pure Blood family.

Minhyun- 5th year Ravenclaw. Top of his grade. Rumor has it that hes part Veela which he has neither confirmed nor denied. Hangs out with a bunch of other beautiful students named Jonghyun, Minki and Dongho who everyone is too scared to approach cause they’re all very intimidating. They all later become Headboys and are the best at guiding and helping younger students. Is seen as cold by everyone but then you see him laughing with some first years and hugging them and everything is reconsidered. Likes Quidditch enough to go to games and have a professional team he stans but not enough to actually play. Would be best in the team if he did though. Unicorn Hair wand and Pure Blood family.

Ong- 5th year Gryffindor. Comes from a Muggle born family and when he got his letter was just “I knew I was better than everyone.” Star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, main chaser. Is already going to be captain once next year. Very popular with everyone. Is a brilliant flyer, usually manages to win the match regardless of who catches the snitch. Also very good at Care of Magical Creatures cause he finds a lot of the terrifying animals fun. Worst subject is Magical History cause he usually falls asleep in class. Good friends with everyone but closest with fellow Gryffindor Daniel and Hufflepuff Jisung. Can often be seen laughing and messing around with the three of them in the court yard. Possibly has found the Marauders Map and uses it for Mischief™. Wand is Pheonix feather.

Jaehwan- 4th year Ravenclaw. Another Muggleborn who was all set up to follow his dream to be a singer and go to music school when he got his letter. Initially was very disappointed until he realised just how amazing Hogwarts is. Very lonely at first, didn’t really interact with anyone on the train or in the first few months. Everyone thought he was quiet and shy. Slowly began opening up and everyone realised he was crazy. Wild goat laughter can be heard all throughout the Gryffindor common rooms and dorms. Part of the Frog Choir. Very good at potions and following the steps, very bad at Defence Against the Dark Arts, always ends up screaming. Sometimes goes and sits by the lake with his guitar and sings and any student passing by stops for a moment to listen. Is terrible at Quidditch but loves going to games and cheering for them all. Unicorn hair wand.

Daniel- 4th year Gryffindor. The Jock™ Another chaser on the Quidditch team and him and Ong paired up are ruthless. Amazing flyer. Hogwarts Champion when the Tri-Wizard-Tournament comes around and has no idea how that happened. Accidentally adopted a first year named Woojin who now follows him everywhere. Comes from a Muggleborn family and was very in awe of everything in the wizarding world. Very good at Defence Against the Dark Arts, not too bad at everything else. Has 2 cats, 1 of which he snuck in, both of whom he never stops talking about and constantly showing pictures of to anyone that he’s talking to. Many, maaaaany female students have a crush on him which he is kinda confused about and Jisung just shakes his head at him. Dragon Heartstring wand.

Jihoon- 3rd year Slytherin. Cute™. All his teachers love him, top of all his classes. Constantly competes against the best student in Gryffindor and their seeker Kim Samuel who he may or may not have a thing for. Is the seeker for the Slytherin team and is already very good for his age. Most students think he’s this perfect, sweet student but his friends know better. Is very weird and lowkey evil. Sometimes talks to the giant squid and mermaids in the windows of the Slytherin common room. Is very good at Dark Magic even though it’s usually an accident. Is a Parseltongue and makes friends with snakes everywhere he goes. Pheonix feather wand and Pureblood.

Woojin- 3rd year Gryffindor. Another one who was quite shy to begin with and then opened up and everyone realised he too was wild as hell. Beater on the Gryffindor team. Is terrible at writing essays regardless of subject. Wishes there were dance classes. Is pretty good at Astronomy cause he used to stargaze a lot as a kid. Friends with most students, especially the Slytherins Jihoon and Daehwi. Accidently turned Daehwi into an otter once and Daehwi didn’t talk to him for a week. Sometimes gets help from older students like Jong or Jisung with his homework. Comes from a Halfblood home with a Pheonix Feather wand.

Jinyoung- 2nd year Ravenclaw. Another possible Veela candidate. Transferred over from Beauxbatons after his first year and everyone was amazed at this beautiful new student. Is really just a nerd. Seeker for Ravenclaw and honestly terrible at it. Fell of his broom once in front of everyone and woke up in hospital to Jihoon laughing at him. Was paired with Guanlin for potions once and it exploded in his face, had to wear an eyepatch for a month. Best friends with Daehwi and is in the Slytherin common room more than the Ravenclaw one. Has lots of females in his class who like him and he’s completely oblivious. Dragon Heartstring wand.

Daehwi- Textbook Slytherin first year. From a Pureblood family, bit of a know-it-all. Thought he was gonna be the best in every one of his classes. Was wrong. Is half and half, very good at charms, transfiguration, defence against the dark arts; miserable at herbology, flying and care of magical creatures. Studies way too hard, spends most of his time in the library until Jihoon or Jinyoung drag him away. Never talks about the otter incident and will never admit he secretly enjoyed it. Everyone laughs when his patronous is later revealed to be an otter. Wants to become Minister of Magic and already has his life planned out for the next 10 years. Unicorn hair wand.

Guanlin- 1st year Hufflepuff. Comes from a Pureblood family but he’s so clueless everyone thinks hes Muggleborn. Best friends with fellow Hufflepuff Seonho and is rarely separated from him. Is ok at flying and wants to try out for the Quidditch team next year with practise. Sneaks out in early mornings to fly. Terrible at potions, terrible at charms, terrible at transfiguration. Ok at herbology, enjoys talking to plants. Doesn’t talk much to humans, usually he just stands to the side while Seonho talks but then OngSung will do something and he’ll screech with laughter and everyones like “….Was that Guanlin?” Was given a Remembrall by Seonho for his birthday and it’s his favourite item that he owns. Dragon Heartstring wand.

#Wanna One #Produce 101 #Kang Daniel #Lee Daehwi #Ong Seungwoo #Hwan Minhyun #Yoon Jisung #Park Jihoon #Park Woojin #Kim Jaehwan #Ha Sungwoon #Lai Guanlin #mine #answered #wanna one as

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fynntales · 8 years ago

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Nova’s Secret Admirer Part 2

((Time for the 2nd part of the valetine special fanfiction! Give or take, it'll be finished on a Wednesday/Thursday Midnight. Because, I have work on Monday and Tuesday.))

Nova, Hachi, Aki, Mel, Leif, and Luna belongs to me.

Neo Squid Sisters: Camille and Nebula belongs to @inklingleesquidly | @agenttwo and @myzzy

Bits and Terra belongs to @askvincent and @asktheseastars

Celeste and Willow belongs to @alpinesquid

Nova is in the middle of his teacher's lecture about human history. He knew it was going to be another boring lesson, but dealt with it. Nova got all the notes, written down on his notebook and he put his pencil down when the teacher's lesson ended.

"Geez... So much work.."He sighed. He hoped to cod, that his right hand wasn't cramping from writing.

Today's Valentine's Day. The time of year, when squid couples give each other chocolates, flowers, and other kinds of gifts. Especially on dates. Nova on the other hand, still doesn't have a Valentine. And he's perfectly fine about it.

The bell chimed as everyone got up from their seats. It's about time for lunch and Nova brought his own bento box from home.

As soon as Nova left the classroom, two girls appeared in front of him. One of them is holding a box of baked goods. They bothed smiled, happy to see Nova.

"Hey, Celeste and Willow!" He recognized the two inklings. He played against the two on a Turf War match. He was about to win the match, until Celeste blasted him at the end.

Nove noticed the box, that Willow is holding. "Uh, whatcha got there?" He asked, examining the box.

"We were just in the area and wanted to give you something!" Celeste nudged at Nova and grinned.

Willow presented the box of cookies to Nova. "It's from your secret admirer. I heard, she's a really good baker. She asked us to give them to you at lunchtime." She smiled.

"O-Oh! Gee, thanks!" Nova accepted the box of cookies. First the note, now the cookies. "Those look really yummy! I'll eat them, right away!"

"You enjoy your cookies, bud! We'll be on our way!" Celeste waved, goodbye to Nova and left. Willow bowed, politely to Nova and followed Celeste.

Meanwhile, Hachi was standing by the vending machine. Once Willow and Celeste approached to Hachi, she smiled. "Thanks, a bunch! Hopefully, I pay you back in return."

"Nah, that's not necessary!" Celeste grinned, happily.

"You're still set for decorating the gymnasium for tonight? We could use the extra help from Seaside Hill's track star." Willow waits for Hachi's answer. They were out of options to begin with.

"Why wouldn't I help?" Hachi giggled. "I've helped with the decorations for the Halloween dance, last year! I'm down for tonight's preparations!" Hachi gave them a thumbs up and a wink. She couldn't let them down after what, Willow and Celeste did for her.

After school, Nova and Leif are helping with the decorations in the gym. Nova's role was painting signs for the dance. It wasn't as big, compared to his Ink Brush. And using the Slosher wouldn't be allowed in school, after that incident during the school festival.

Leif walked over to Nova. They were finished with carrying a ton of food and drinks. "Hey, Nova! You got a minute?" They asked. Leif sat down on the floor and criss-crossed their legs.

"Hm? What is it, Leif?" He stopped painting the little hearts on the sign.

"Is it true, that your secret admirer baked you some cookies?!" Leif leaned in, closer to their cousin.

"Uhh.. yeah?" He nodded. It's not such a big deal for someone to give him food. "Celeste and Willow came to me and told me, that it's from my admirer. I really enjoyed them, during lunch!"

Hachi was in the of hanging up the banner, until she heard over Nova and Leif's conversation. Whatever they're talking about it has something to with Hachi's cookies. She tried to lean in a bit, but she's couldn't. Hachi is standing on a ladder. One wrong step and she'll fall to the floor.

"Wait.. How did you know? Were you eavesdropping?" Nova raised an eyebrow.

"Weeelll, maybe. I didn't wanna get caught. So, I bailed out.. Sorry, cuz." They scratched the back of their head.

Nova sighed. "It's fine, Leif.. Anyway, yeah. I'm more curious in meeting this girl. I wouldn't mine, enjoying her sweets. Every single day!"

Hearing what Nova have said, Hachi's face was a deep shade of green. She could squeal at the top of her lungs.

While Hachi is up there on the ladder, Terra and Bits were bringing in more balloons. What Terra didn't notice is that, one of her long tentacles are attached to the ladder.

"Hm?" Terra couldn't go any further. She looked back and saw, what was keeping her from going anywhere. "Uh-oh, not again." Terra tugged, lightly on the ladder. She frowned, a bit. "It won't let go.." She tugged on it with a bit of force, freeing her tentacle with ease.

Once Terra's tentacle went free, the ladder was wobbling a lot. So much, the ladder might fall over. And Hachi is standing on it!

Her daydreaming was cut-off, until the ladder started to wobble."Wh-Wha?!" Hachi yelped. This ladder, she used was old and a bit unstable. She tried to keep her balance, but she was about to fall over.

"Eeeiaaaaaagh!!!" Hachi was flailing, helplessly as she was fall. Everyone in the gym, stared in shock. And that brings Nova and Leif's attention.

"Hachi!!" Nova cried out. He got up and rushed towards her. He ran as fast as he could and made a sick powerslide on his knees. The custodian did a good job in waxing the entire floor.

Hachi shut her eyes, tight and braced herself for the inevitable impact. She kept her eyes shut, but nothing happened to her. "I-I'm.. alright..? But, ho-" She opened her eyes to see Nova, carrying her like a princess. He caught her, before she plummeted to the ground.

Nova sighed in relief. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, still carrying Hachi.

"Y-Y-Y-You...!" Hachi was very flustered and lost for words. And being carried like that, didn't help much. She looked at the crowd of student. They were relieved, yet amused. Even Aki was smirking at the display.

Hachi's face became greener than the plants in Kelp Dome. "Y-You..." Hachi gritted her teeth. Her anger is now, boiling red.

"Uh.. Hachi?" He raised an eyebrow, looking confused. He doesn't understand, why she was angry. He just saved her life. Whatever it is, it's not pretty.

"Y-YOU DUMMY!!!!" She screamed at Nova. Hachi balls up her fist, angrily. And with an amount of force, she slugged Nova in the face. Her face was a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Uwaggh!!!" He took the punch from Hachi, dropping her to the floor on purpose. Before he could say anymore, he collapsed onto the floor.

"Ohhhhh, crab!!! Nova got knocked the eff out!!!" Leif pointed that out and the crowd were shocked, again. Today just went from zero to a hundred, really quickly. The preparations for the dance were cut-short, when the class rep walked in.

After the outburst in the gym, Nova was walking home. with a bruised face on his face. "Geez... Hachi packs a really good punch, compared to most kickboxers.. Ow.." He has an icepack, close to his cheek. It's very cool by the touch, but it'll numb down the pain. "I still don't understand, why she was so pissed..?"

Luna was walking with him. After Nova just explained to his sistesr, she started snickering. "Maybe, she was just too embarrassed and doesn't want anyone to see?" Luna shrugged. "On the bright side, Hachi is safe." She brought her hands behind her head and sighed. Too bad, Leif went to Kelp Dome after Nova was taken to the nurse's office.

The school dance starts in 5 hours. So, they have enough time to attend clubs or play Turf Wars. The class representitive dismissed everyone at the gymnasium. Which leaves, Hachi walking home with Aki.

The green inkling was silent, the whole time. Hachi didn't mean to punch him, but she didn't want anyone to know that they're a couple. Yet.

"Hachi? You've been silent, since we finished with the decorations." She looked worried about her co-captain. "Are you still mad at Nova for saving you..?"

A light blush on Hachi's face is too noticable for Aki. "N-No.. I'm not mad at him.. I-I was just jumpy, that's all.." She looked, aside. On the inside, she felt bad for slugging Nova.

"Well, I'm you're alright.. Terra apologized about the ladder. It appears that, one of her long tentacles got caught around the ladder." Aki explained.

Hachi understood, what happened and nodded. "It's not her fualt. The damn ladder didn't as strong as it used to be.."

"Apologies aside, we gotta prepare for tonight. Everyone's going to show up with their dates. I asked Mel to go the dance with me and he accepted. Actually, it's his first Valentine dance." Aki wanted for Mel to have fun. Other than, staying in his own house with his parents.

"Soooo, Hachi. Do you have a date to the dance?" Aki asked.

"A-Actually, I do.." Hachi answered, rubbing her left arm with her right hand. Her blush, increased greatly.

"Oooohohohooo~" Aki brought her hand to her mouth and smirked. "What his name~? Does he go to school, here?" Yet again, Aki's began to sparkle with pure excitement.

Hachi thought back to what Luna said. She mustn't tell anyone it's Nova, until the dance at 8 PM. "I-It's a secret..! When the time comes, I'll explain it to you.." She smiled, slightly.

After a bit of chatting, they arrived at Hachi's apartment. She can finally take a nap, until tonight. Today was an usual day for her. "Okay, I'll be seeing you soon.." Hachi yawned, cutely.

"Alrighty~♪ Get plenty of rest tonight~♪" Aki waved at her and turned back to the direction of her home. She couldn't wait to write some ideas for her new fanfiction. Or her new art comic.

Hachi used her key to unlock the door to her apartment. The living room felt quiet, this time. Her parents aren't were, yet because they're both at work. "Figures.." She sighed.

Hachi dropped her bag and made her way to the bedroom. Before she could rest on the soft mattress, Hachi saw a picture of Nova and Hachi. This was their first video game tournament. Hachi won 1st, while Nova won 2nd place. They've been rivals when they were children.

Hachi stared at the picture for a while, until she fell onto the bed. She curled up into a ball and rested her head on the pillow. Hachi thought back to her rivalry with Nova. On the outside, she was always one-step ahead of Nova. But on the inside, she seems happy around him. The thought of him, made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Hachi slowly, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

5 hours have passed, making it nighttime. Once the clock strikes at 8, the valentine dance will begin. Nova was riding in the car with Fynn to the school. He could walk up there, alone. But, he asked his father to take him. He was now, wearing his white suit and pink tie. Surprisingly enough, Nova really likes it.

Nova arrived at the school parking lot, in 20-25 mintutes. He promised Fynn, that he'll leave until 10. And with a bro fist from his dad, he stepped out of his car. "Secret admirer, here I come!" He said, after closing the passenger door.

Nova is holding a box with a pink bow in his hand. He's planning to give this to his admirer in return for the cookies.

On his way to the entrance to the gym, Nova spotted Hachi by the the wall. She was wearing a beautiful golden dress with a cute bumblebee brooch. Nova's jaw dropped, when he saw her.

"Woah.." He remarked. This is the first time, Nova has seen Hachi in a dress.

Hachi giggled at his comment. "Yeah, I know. It's cute, right? My mom, picked this out for me." She checked herself out. It wasn't as formal, but it's acceptable.

"so, uh.. Where's your date? Is he running late or somethin'?" He asked. Nova hasn't known about Hachi's date, yet. Nova would soon, smell the sweet scent of honey. The same scent as the letter.

"Well, the thing is..." Her blush, appeared on her face. This was it. She couldn't hide it from Nova, any longer. "I am your date.." Hachi finally, told the truth.

Nova stood there like a frozen pole, waiting for someone to stick their tongue on it. Nova recognized the handwriting and sweet honey scent. "S-So, you're me secret admirer?!" Nova exclaimed.

Hachi nodded. "Yeah.. Shocker, isn't it? I can't stand, the thought about you being dateless.." She was twiddling her fingers, again. "To be honest, I meant what I said.." She looked down, blushing heavily.

Nova walked a bit, closer. He placed a hand on Hachi and smiled. "Did Luna put you into this?" He asked.

She looked into Nova's eyes and nodded. "Your sis is a good wingwoman, y'know.." She added. "I've been keeping it quiet for 4 days."

Suddenly, Hachi noticed the small box in Nova's hand. She looked, curiously at the box. "Hey, Nova? What's that in the box?"

"You mean the valentine gift? I wanted to give this to my admirer in return. Well, now that you're here." Nova opened the box and presented a golden heart locket to Hachi.

Hachi gasped, when he showed her the lockett. "I-It's beautiful...!! Why on earth did you get that..?!" The moonlight reflected upon the locket.

"It wasn't that expensive, but it's worth the purchase at a jewelery store at Arowana Mall. No biggie." He placed a necklace around Hachi's neck. "You look stunning, with or without it." He grinned, happily.

Hachi was on the urge of tears. She never seen such an amazing gift, before. She'll promise to cherish it, as long as she lives. Hachi quickly glomped the purple squid and squealed, joyfully. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!" She cried, hugging him tightly.

"H-Heh, you're very welcome." Nova returned the hug. He's glad that Hachi enjoyed her valentine gift. "So, are you ready to go inside? Our friends are waiting." He said.

Hachi looked up at Nova. She was tearing up, already. She wiped some tears from her eyes with a hand and smiled. "Y-Yeah.. Let's have some fun! Together!" Hachi took Nova's hand, escorting him inside.

The dance got started and everyone was having a good time. For tonight's dance, Camille and Nebula are hosting. The Neo Squid Sisters also go this school.

"Hope, everybody's having a good time!!" Camille cheered through the microphone. The crowd goes crazy as Camille, announced.

"Tonight, we have a special guest! Now, give a warm welcome to Lunar Crash!!" Nebula said, revealing the school's rock band.

Nova's sister, Luna showed up on stage with her band members. Luna's the lead singer and guitarist. The female sharkling on the left plays the bass and the anemone girl is playing the drums.

Luna brought a microphone to her face, gazing at everyone on the court. She also spotted Nova with Hachi. Seeing the new couple, Luna smiled. "Good evening, Seaside Hill High!! Are you ready to lift off?!?" She said her usual intro slogan. The entire crowd, chanted the band's name.

With a few taps from the drummer's drumsticks, the music began to play. Luna have been practicing her new song. This time, she'll rock this gymnasium.

After 2 or 3 songs, Luna and her band left the stage with a wave. "Thank you all for listening! We've worked hard in making our new hit!" Luna couldn't wait to tell Fynn and Eimie about tonight's performance.

Once the whole gym went silent, the DJ got back from his break. He can turn up some sweet and slow jams for the couples. Everyone started slow dancing with their couples.

That leaves Nova and Hachi on the courtyard. He looked into Hachi's amber eyes. "May I have this dance?" He said, taking Hachi's hand. He wrapped his other arm, around her waist.

"S-Sure, I'd love that!" Hachi blushed, deeply as she made her first move. She moved to the rhythm of the song. Being careful of where she's stepping on, she rested her head on Nova's chest. Hachi could smell the rich scent of fresh cologne. Smells like lilac flowers.

Nova went silent as he followed Hachi's footsteps. He wished, this moment could last forever. After all these years, Nova has finally found a special someone.

Their friends: Aki, Mel, Camille, and Nebula were watching. Camille and Aki expressed their awe. This means, Aki has enough info for her next fanfic. Mel and Nebula brofisted each other and smiled.

The song went on for 3 minutes. Nova and Hachi at each other, lovingly. Hachi has never felt this way, before. Her heart was beating fast, due to being very close to him. If it wasn't for Luna's help, she wouldn't have the courage to confess to him.

The song ended and everyone stopped dancing. Nova smiled, when the song is over.

Hachi stared up into Nova's eyes. She knows, what she has in store for Nova. She wanted to pay him back for saving her from the fall. She's getting that warm and fuzzy feeling, again. And she couldn't wait any longer.

"U-Um.. Nova..? There's something, I want to give you in return.." Hachi remembered about how Hunni met Mako. The mood is set, her face blushing, and she kept twiddling her fingers.

"Hm? What's the matter?" He asked, looking a bit worried. He thought, messed up during the dance. But, that wasn't it. Whatever it is, something was on her mind.

Without delay, Hachi brought her hands to his face. She shut her eyes, tight and plants a deep kiss on Nova's lips. She cooed through Nova's mouth.

"M-Mmm?!" Nova blushed, madly due to Hachi's approach. He calmed down and returned the kiss, his arms are wrapped around her waist.

Aki and Camille were squealing like fangirls from the background. This is by far, the most romantic ever. Aki knows, what to write for her next fanfiction.

Luna watched the passionate kissing. Luna's glad that she helped Hachi with asking her brother out. Feeling pleased, Luna gave herself a pat on the back.

The kiss went on for 6 seconds, until they broke the kiss. They stared at each other, blushing like dorks.

"That's for saving me.. And sorry about punching you in the face.." Talking about it, make her remorseful.

"Listen, Hachi. I can take a beating, y'know. Don't worry about this handsome and buised face!" He winked at Hachi.

Hachi giggled, feeling relieved. She hugged him, tightly. This is Hachi's first time, she felt this way. She looked up and smiled at him. "I love you, you goofball." She said, nuzzling against him.

"Heh, I love you back." He chuckled lightly, returning her embrace.

Tonight was a success. Hachi finally confessed her love to her rival and captain of Galaxa Gems. She was wondering, how is she going to explain this to Hunni and Mako? She could at least, spend her new life with her new boyfriend.

THE END

#fanfic #gen 2 squids #nova #hachi #valentine's day

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mangoavo · 8 years ago

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Confusing Thoughts

Why are they called heels if you’re are on your toes?

Why do secret agents always wear suits? Wouldn’t it be easier to run around and fight crime in sweatpants?

If you spill coffee on a shirt is it still a “tea”-shirt?

The word ‘imperfect’ literally spells out ‘I’m perfect’.

They start telling you not to do drugs in “high” school.

Pickles are just small, teenager cucumbers.

Are you still ecofriendly if you eat vegetables?

Is it called “fall” because the temperature in leaves is starting to drop?

Is any powder in chilli, chilli powder?

Is Swiss cheese in Switzerland just “cheese”?

Are turkeys in Turkey just birds?

Does a tree have a family tree? And is that called a forest?

If you’re Greek, all yoghurt is greek yoghurt.

If you draw creepy pictures does that make you sketchy?

Why don’t I have many friends? I’m loyal, I’m friendly, I like walks. Oh my god. I’m a dog.

Is sand called “sand” because it’s between the sea and the land?

If you drop soap onto the floor, is the floor clean or the soap dirty?

If your shirt isn’t tucked into your pants, then your pants are tucked into your shirt.

Are oranges named “oranges” because oranges are orange? Or is the orange called “orange” because oranges are orange?

Why do they report power outages on TV?

What’s another word for thesaurus?

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?

If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?

Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?

What if oxygen makes our voices deeper and helium brings it back to normal?

Who closes the door when the bus driver gets off?

If bacon is bacon, and cookies are cookies, then why do we cook bacon, and bake cookies?

Cup holders are just cups for cups.

Rolling Stones is just another name for rock and roll (rolling: roll, stones: rock).

Why is there a “d” when it’s “fridge” but not when it’s “refrigerator”?

If a bunch of cats jump on top of each other, is it still called a “dog pile”?

If 2 vegans are arguing, is it still considered beef?

Mary had Jesus. And Jesus was the Lamb of God. So does that mean Mary had a little lamb?

Why are babies in the womb for 9 months but not 9 months old when they’re born?

Shouldn’t it be called No-Labor Day since nobody works?

If I hits myself and it hurts, am I weak or am I strong?

If oranges are called “oranges”, why aren’t lemons called “yellows”?

Why do they call it a “cold” if our temperature goes up, shouldn’t it be called a “hot”?

Do clothes in China say “made around the corner” or some s**t?

Today is the oldest you’ve ever been but also the youngest you’ll ever be again.

If you work as security at a Samsung store, does that make you guardian of the galaxy?

Is there another word for “synonym”?

Who put the alphabet in alphabetical order?

If tomatoes are a fruit, isn’t ketchup a smoothie?

Is a group of squids called a “squad”?

Every book you’ve ever read is just a combination of 26 letters.

When butterflies are nervous, do they feel humans in their stomach?

The brain named itself.

How did people who made the first clock know what time it was?

If we can’t see air, do fish see water?

What if someone dies in the living room?

If you’re waiting for the waiter, aren’t you the waiter?

Why is the pizza box square if the pizza is a circle and a slice is a triangle?

The following statement is true: the previous statement is false.

How come your lips don’t touch when you say “touch”, but they do touch when you say “separate”?

If Watermelon exists why isn’t there Firemelon, Earthmelon and Airmelon? The Elemelons.

If I wipe down my vacuum cleaner with a towel, then I’m making my vacuum cleaner… Which means that technically I’m also a vacuum cleaner, right?

If your parents said not to talk to strangers, how do you make new friends?

What would happen if Pinocchio said “my nose will be growing”?

If you were born deaf, what language would you think in?

If money is the root of all evil, why do they ask for it in church?

If you’re cooler than me, does that make me hotter than you?

If a UFO lands on the ground and we discover what it really is, does it just become an “O”?

@captainswan-ouatfan ty♡

#confusing thoughts #shower thoughts #thoughts while trying to sleep

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iamburgersarethenewblack · 7 years ago

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The Ship Goes Down

Ok. Imagine yourself on the boat in this picture. Imagine the seas are just as rough and the skies are just as dark and the lightening is hitting your face. Like right on your lips. Imagine that giant squid is 8 or 12 giant squids. Got it? Can you see it? Can you feel it? Is it terrifying?

Now imagine its Saturday night at ten past six. The night has just begun but already seems to stretch into infinity. The restaurant is open four hours and forty five minutes longer and the seas are rough. The skies are black and lightening is striking me in the face. Like right on my lips, All around me the desperate, hapless tentacles of the giant squid(s). They are the line out the door, they are the mass of tickets hanging out of the kitchen printer and touching the floor, they are the people I am here to work with; to command as it were, in the collective mission of rowing our boat to safety. But how can I when they are not actuallywith me? Not actually my crew but a gaggle of squidlets in skinny jeans with something nearing indifference about the impending doom we now face.

As per house rules, when I holler out the fry count or how long the wait time is, everyone is supposed to holler back with an affirmative out loud response all together style. No one is doing this. I feel like that fat-ish girl in the cafeteria wearing unstylish glasses with real prescriptions and a hairy lip. Invisible. Unnoticed until someone notices how unnoticed she is and starts making fun.

I am sweating out loud under my goofy ball cap under which all my hair is trapped in a queasy little hair net. I know my face is a shade of red that makes others feel uncomfortable. I know I will soon seem rattled to the kids on whom I am depending and I must not let that happen.

I only look up once at the aforementioned line out the door and that’s how I know that not only is it out the door, but also travels along the length of the front of our store and disappears around the corner. The seas are rough. The skies are black. Ouch.

I hear my voice calling out numbers and instructions and I seem louder than before but I’m hearing it the way you hear your parents talking at the party you fell asleep in the coat pile at. Distant. My hands are moving quickly as I select the correct items from the window, arrange them on trays and pass them to the person who will call the guest’s name out into the terrible mass of people waiting like angry hobos for their food. The screen which shows me the orders also shows me how long every order has been waiting. After 8 minutes, the order turns red on the screen. Right now it looks like a Matador’s cape. So does my face. I keep sweating, hollering, pleasing and thank-you-ing, moving my hands.

It occurs to me this would feel FAR LESS like and illustration of an old boat being destroyed by a terrifying beast if everyone would just play along. Answer me back damn it! I was kidding before a little bit about the whole Piper Chapman / Kerman parallel but now I am JUST like her after she insulted Red’s cooking. She was shafted. No food, no favors, no nothing. But she and we knew what exactly she had done wrong and she was clever enough to figure how to fix it.

I’m at a loss for pinpointing my transgression although I’m certain I could fix it if I only knew what I had done to make these guys so adverse to working with me.

Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe I’m uselessly accustomed to being liked by kids and young people in other situations and I’m stupidly confused by this group for not falling in love with me after me second or third day. Maybe I have an outdated self-image? Maybe I’m not actually a good leader or confidant or mentor. Maybe I’m just a sad lady old as their mothers working at a job they don’t think grownups should work at?

When I pass an order to the front I get to delete it from my screen. It’s a touch screen. My hands are pickling inside the clinic-y blue latex gloves I am wearing and my index finger leaves a smear of cheese and grease and whatnot on the screen every time I touch it. After an exceptional amount of patties come off the grill, and the milk shake gals have gotten their shit together I am able to bang a bunch of orders off the board.

“Peter! Gloria! Will — order for Will! Amir! Donna! MacKenzie! Bronco!”

Bang bang bang bang!

The board goes back to grey and yellow. Much less alarming colors.

“Yeah kitchen!” I holler and my voice is clear and victorious. “We’re outta the red!” They all actually answer back in unison and with a whisper of pride or winning-ness or excitement or relief. Whatever it is, it sounds better than nothing. I feel glad. It’s 6:45.

#thatshacklife burgers toughlove sos

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inklingleesquidly · 8 years ago

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VINNY & LEE 3: THE CAR

Lee Squidly is a good kid who rarely ever screws up or gets into trouble, but when he’s with his good friend and fellow rich squid, Vincent, things almost always go awry. See what mischief these two miscreant little nerds get into whenever they’re together!

Featuring the squids of @askvincent

Word count: 2,720

There was always something big happening in the city of Shee-Booyah and at the city’s very own Arrowana Mall there was something extraordinary. Squid Squad was releasing their brand new album before anywhere else in the world. Twelve never before heard songs could be purchased and heard by 10,000 lucky creatures before anyone else. There was just a small issue for two particular squids.

“Gyaaaaah,” Vincent Mist screamed as he raked his nails down his temples. “What are we gonna do; we’re never gonna make it to the mall in time!”

With him as ever was Lee Squidly who was confounded by his friend’s words. “Hmm, what’s there to worry about, I mean we both got preorders,” he said, being the ever-sensible one.

“Well yeah,” Vincent couldn’t help but agree.

Lee questioned, “Did you manage to get the super preorder that comes with a limited edition pennant?”

Hearing that, Vincent’s eyebrows raised and his jaw hung open. He couldn’t answer the inquiry so he quickly sought to change the subject. “Anyway,” he began, “We gotta get there as soon as the doors open, and the train doesn’t get there at the right time.”

Lee didn’t understand so he asked, “What for?”

All Vincent had to reply was, “Reasons.”

He understood even less now but he sought to go along with whatever scheme his friend was cooking up. “So if you don’t want to take the train than how are we going to get there?”

That question seemed to spark an idea in Vincent, “I got it,” he chirped, slapping his fist down upon his open palm. His face completely lit up with a laughing smile as he chuckled, “Hue hue hue, I know how we’re gonna get there!”

“Are you out of your mind,” Vincent’s mother, Coco dryly said; turning away from her neatly organized work desk to acknowledge her son. “No you can’t borrow my car,” she declared, spinning around in her chair to return to her work.

Vincent gasped; his mouth agape and his arms dropping at his sides as he whined, “But Mama, please!” All the while Lee could only give his friend the most disbelieving look. He said nothing but he knew this was a bad idea, such a bad idea.

Coco swiveled back around in her seat to question, “Are you seriously asking me this? I just got that windshield replaced after what you two blockheads did with that phone; I don’t want you within 10 feet of that car.”

Vincent continued to beg, “Come on Mama, I learned my lesson, I promise.” He clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture, “I just need it for this one thing, please, pretty please, with sugar and sprinkles on top?” He looked directly at his cynical mother with his bottom lip trembling and his eyes twinkling, “I’ll guard it with my life; I promise nothing will happen to it so please!”

The jaded mother just rolled her eyes, I hate when he gives me that look, she thought as he gave her that stare of childish begging. Normally she hadn’t any problems resisting it unlike her wife but for some odd reason—she found herself softened.

With a sigh, she submitted, “You know what, sure thing; I’ll let you borrow the car.”

“What, really,” this took both boys by surprise, even Vincent who didn’t believe his plea would actually work.

Coco restated, “Sure.”

With what, she escorted them to her car but didn’t immediately relinquish use of it to them.

“Mama, do you really need to do this,” Vincent queried, “I said I would take good care of it. I mean, Lee’s gonna be with me after all,” he gestured to his friend, who confirmed with a smile and a nod.

Much to their dismay, Coco wryly replied, “That’s what I’m afraid of,” as she circled around the shiny vehicle. She touched her hand against the body and took pictures with her smart phone; both of the exterior and the interior. Finally, she seemed to complete her inspection and returned back to them. “Well it seems like everything’s perfect,” she said, “Be sure it comes back that way,” and she deposited the ignition key into Vincent’s hand.

With their faces lighting up, Vincent cheered, “Thanks Mama,” and he excitedly stepped inside while Lee ran around to sit in the passenger’s seat.

As Vincent pressed the vehicle’s start button, wound down the driver side window, and the two secured their seatbelts, Lee said, “You won’t regret this Mrs. Mist!”

She said, “I’m sure I won’t.” Placing her hand on the open window, she summoned their attention, “But if I see a scratch, even a smudge on this car—I’LL CUT YOUR TENTACLES OFF AND HANG THEM IN MY OFFICE!” Coco raised her voice to such a terrifying volume that it made both boys rear back and break out in a cold sweat. Despite the ominous threat, she waved goodbye with her fingers and said in a startling sweet voice, “Take care, have fun kids.”

“B-bye,” both boys said, neither one losing their fearful thousand yard stare as Vincent carefully drove away.

They arrived at Arrowana Mall without a problem and even managed to get their album preorders without a problem. The music store gave out numbered tickets and let in a set number of patrons at a time to prevent the store and staff from getting mobbed. Lucky for the boys they arrived early enough that they were some of the first admitted inside.

On the ride home Lee giddily clutched his collectible pennant while they listened to Squid Squad’s newest songs. Jamming out, Lee declared, “Woohoo, this is so awesome!” He smiled from ear to ear and was so excited that he shook in his seat.

“Yeah it is,” Vincent agreed, tapping his hand on the steering wheel as he concentrated on driving. “And it’s gonna be even more awesome,” he quietly muttered. The music was so loud that Lee couldn’t hear him.

They arrived back at the apartment complex’s parking zone and as Vincent departed the car he went around it as his mother did before to inspect for damage. With his body tight and his breath caught in his throat, Vincent looked at every square inch of the vehicle. Each new step filled him with relief, “I think our tentacles are safe, the car is perfectly fine. My mom is going to—HOLY SHRIMP WHAT’S THAT?!”

In that very moment everything else in the entire world shattered like broken glass and all Vincent could see—was a tiny hairline fracture right underneath the driver’s door handle.

The sight of that scratch scared Vincent so badly that he spontaneously splatted right then and there, much to Lee’s confusion and fear. “Vinny! Vinny! Wha-what’s happening?!” He quickly gripped the hovering squid spirit of his friend and stuffed him back into the pile of clothes he left on the floor.

The poor boy retook the shape of his Inkling form only to fall backward, collapsing onto the ground. “Ahhhhh, we’re doomed; we got a scratch on my mom’s car,” he whined, shakily pointing at it.

Wanting to see for himself, Lee leaned in close to inspect the supposed damage. He stroked his chin curiously, and then picked out his glasses from his cargo pocket to attempt to get a better look. Removing them, he remarked, “I think you’re overreacting, Vinny, I don’t see any scratch.”

Vincent stood up, he took a deep breath and repeated, “Okay, okay, okay, it’s probably not a scratch, I’m just gonna try and clean it off.” He let out breaths into his bandana then rubbed the soft cloth into the spot where he saw the scratch.

His mind must’ve been playing tricks on him; it looked like the scratch got bigger. Worried now, he vigorously polished the spot, hoping with all his might that it would go away. Much to his horror it had grown even bigger; now as long as one of his fingers.

“Ohh now I see it,” Lee indicated, only exacerbating Vincent’s distress.

Slapping his forehead, Vincent turned around to grab Lee’s arms, shouting, “WE SCRATCHED UP MY MOM’S CAR, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!”

In that moment they shared the same horrifying vision; Coco casually engaging in business in her office while both of their tentacles were displayed like trophies.

“AHHHHHHHHH,” the two boys screamed in unison; now fully grasping the severity of the situation they found themselves in.

Vincent whined, “I need my tentacles, that’s where my hands are,” he demonstrated by spontaneously shifting just his Inkling arms into wiggly squid tentacles

Trying to keep the situation under control, Lee said, “Vinny, please, calm down, we can fix this!”

“HOW,” the distraught boy nearly screamed. A thought then came to him and he said, “Wait, your mom has a bunch of car fixing tools doesn’t she?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Vincent gasped, “Well then she’s gotta have something to fix this! Go get them!”

Lee gulped and his eyes shifted from side to side, he seemed reluctant about the idea. “I- I don’t know,” he stuttered, “My mom doesn’t like me messing with her tools, if she finds out she’s gonna--.”

“PLEASE,” Vincent gasped, “It’s gotta be fixed by something!”

Lee couldn’t come up with an excuse. Begrudgingly, worriedly, he left to retrieve his mom’s tools

Despite all of the tools available to them in Janine’s sizable toolbox Vincent and Lee couldn’t figure out what to do. Some were in fact for auto repair but others, they had no idea; they still tried them though. They used water, chemicals, heat, wax, polish, and nothing worked.

Each time Vincent asked, “Did it work?”

And Lee would reply, “Nope.”

The two made a bewildering number of attempts to remove the scratch but nothing worked, forcing Vincent to yell, “NOTHING IS WORKING!”

As Vincent threw his hands down at the hopelessness of the situation, Lee tried to stay optimistic. “We can do this, I know we can,” he said, “We have the technology!” With that proclamation he unearthed his cell phone from his cargo pocket. He spoke into it, slowly, clearly instructing, “Fix scratch,” and then placed his phone against the car door.

It did nothing except fall from the door and clack against the ground. Lee whined, “Ahhh man, my screen cracked.” Vincent had no clue what his friend expected to happen, did he think his phone would magically fix it?

He decided to focus on the task again, searching through the multitude of tools, Vincent said, “There’s gotta be something in here.” One object managed to pique his curiosity so he brought it out. “What’s this,” he said, holding it in his hands.

Upon close inspection the device resembled a Killer Wail they used in Turf Wars only small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Vincent would discover how astute of an observation that was when his finger grazed a button and a blast of deafening sound waves shot from it; striking his mother’s car. He quickly and clumsily fumbled to end it after Lee covered his ears and shouted, “AHH! SHUT IT OFF! SHUT-IT-OFF!!”

Everything went quiet for a brief second only for the boys to see the most horrifying sight. The door with the scratch suddenly and mysteriously just fell away from the car.

“WAAAAH,” they both screamed in terror again.

“Why does your mom even have that,” Vincent shrieked.

Lee’s answer was to cry, “I don’t knoh-oh-oh.”

With Lee starting to sob and wail, Vincent was left to think on his own, I can figure this out, I can get this fixed, I know I can, he thought. Before he could think of anything else his phone started to ring.

“He-hello—wait—what—no, NO—uhh—yes—yes—umm yeah, okay…” He lowered the phone from his ear and murmured, “My mom is coming down to check the car.”

Lee’s response was to cry even harder but he still scrambled along with Vincent to fix the problem as best as they could. Coco arrived on the scene and found the two standing side-by-side, facing her, with their hands behind their backs.

“Hi Mama,” Vincent greeted, a bead of sweat dripping down the curve of his cheek.

“Hi Mrs. Mist,” Lee’s lips quivered as he tried to smile.

Coco was a woman who could tell when something was awry. “You two are up to something,” she said, being someone who didn’t play games; especially with her son.

Lee chuckled nervously, “Heh-eh, no we’re not.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine with the car,” Vincent said through gritted teeth.

Placing her hands on their shoulders, Coco easily pushed them both apart. “Move aside,” she said, giving herself space to inspect her car.

Vincent pleaded, “No Mama, no, don’t look it’s a trick!” But it was too late; as if knowing exactly where to look, Coco bent down to inspect the driver side door.

“Did you two get a scratch on my door,” her voice was low but clearly audible to both nervous boys.

“We’re sorry Mama/Mrs. Mist,” they both replied in unison.

She gave it another look and turned around to ask, “And did you try to cover it up with a marker?”

Vincent turned to Lee to give him a look of incredulity as Lee shrugged with a marker that just barely matched the color of Coco’s car. “I don’t know, I thought it would work,” he grinned uncertainly.

“All right boys,” Coco stood up and turned to them with a frightening, menacing look in her eyes, “Do you know what I’m gonna do about this?”

The only thing the boys could think to do was hold onto each other for dear life—but instead Coco merely turned around and they heard some mysteriously peeling sound. She spun around and revealed she was holding a clear sticker in her hand. “There we go, no harm done. The boys babbled in confusion until Coco explained, “Yeah I put that sticker there, and its heat sensitive so when you touch it it gets bigger.” She demonstrated by vigorously rubbing the sticker between her palms and showed them how it grew in size.

Flabbergasted, Vincent voiced both of their dismay, “But why,” he wondered.

Coco answered with a laugh, “Hyu hyu, I wanted to mess with you to teach you a lesson about messing with me and my car. Now go listen to your CD or whatever it is you wanted to do.” Despite knowing what was actually going on, the two still scampered away. Coco chuckled to herself, “That’ll teach them,” and she gripped the car door’s handle.

Suddenly, the door came off the car in her hand and right before her eyes, she witnessed the other doors fall off. Right after the rest of the car split in half, leaving the interior and the frame of the car exposed.

This was unbelievable. For the briefest moment she was absolutely stunned; mouth agape, frozen from head to toe, a low, quiet noise eking out of her throat. In an instant, Coco snapped to and screamed to the heavens, “VINCENT, LEE,” but the two were long gone.

Elsewhere in a park near Flounder Heights, Vincent and Lee were hiding in a metal lined room built inside of a fake hedge. Biting his nails nervously, Lee said, “Ohh, I heard your mom; she’s real mad about what we did to her car.”

Surprisingly relaxed, Vincent reclined in the cramped room and casually munched on bagged chips. “Don’t worry I built this shelter for when this kinda thing happens; we got enough food for a whole week.”

Ever the level headed one; Lee tried to reason, “I don’t know, maybe we should just face the music.”

Just as he said that, what sounded and felt like an explosion rocked the entire bunker, even shaking the single dangling light fixture. Outside of the metal chamber, they heard a voice shouting, “WHERE IS LEE?!”

“I think your mom found out we used her tools,” Vincent indicated before crunching down on another chip.

Lee sat down and queried, “So how much food did you say we have?”

Vincent answered, “About a week, maybe ten days.”

Sitting down, Lee opened up a canister of nuts and asked, “Do you want to listen to the album again?”

#squidly stories #splatoon #fan fiction #nintendo

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