#screw you grizzco

[sailfish-serum]

Wawoo worpld :(

[lokis-wager]

Big run reminders! Grizzco weapons are gonna be up all weekend, so plz plz plz make sure you know what your weapons are capable of! A lot of yall are gonna get carried up to higher ranks than you normally play at - brush up on your fundamentals, and have fun! If you do nothing else, at least lure the bosses.

1. Grizzco slosher can kill flyfish, whether open or closed baskets! Shoot your shots into the pilot seat between the two buckets. Grizzco slosher can kill steelheads by aiming right into their chest, whether their bomb is inflated or not. Slosher shots can go through the armor on steel eel's heads (so you can shoot their face and the shot will travel back to their pilot at the tail)! It can also shoot through drizzlers' armor when they're closed up! Stay back, let your teammates deal with the lessers, and two-shot all the bosses!

2. The bow is most powerful if you jump right before you shoot. This concentrates your arrows all into the same spot, dealing a lot of damage quickly. Depending on your team's lineup, you might have the only weapon that can take out steelheads, so PLEASE jump shot! Jump shots will one-shot steelheads and cohocks, and two shot drizzlers/scrappers!

3. Grizzco rollers are free wins on glowflies. Just sit by one of the close red-cannons and gently roll forward like normal glowflies so the eggs will drop by the cannon. There's good cannons for this. The normal basket isn't great because it's completely exposed, while the close-up cannons are easier to bottleneck.

4. YOU STILL HAVE TO LURE BOSSES. You can lure them to close-up red cannons, but if you're on the other side of the map from the basket.... come back! You're gonna screw up the egg counts! Goldies spawn in regular waves right now, so don't kill em when you see em. Kill them when they're close enough for you to actually put the eggs in!

5. If you have blaster or brella or even dualies, PLEASE get the fishsticks.

6. Your specials are still good! Use them! They can clear space for your teammates to run eggs or kill a lot of bosses in a big burst.

[deerskewl]

Mrow meow talk about your guys

thank you i love you its squid time. this got long so its all under the read more

Three Cuttlefish

pov you are craig cuttlefish. you find a weird autistically nonverbal 14yo orphan boything. you bring him to your grandchildren and say "this is your new brother". your granddaughters once again remind you that they're cousins, not siblings, despite being called the Squid Sisters. they adopt him as their shared brother anyway

it's more surprising that he has no idea who the Squid Sisters are to begin with and doesn't even blink when he finds out their idol identities

Three didn't even really have a name he just chose to take his agent number as his name because he thought it was cool

his day-to-day outfits are either bougie shit that Callie and Marie bought for him or literally the most threadbare clothing that he's worn to death because its comfy

he needs to wear a Special limiter, as he has access to multiple Special Moves naturally, instead of most inkfish having only one or two and needing Canned Specials in Turf Wars and such. because of this he gets tired so so easily. he can and will just lay down anywhere to sleep

he gets paparazzi a lot due to his idol persona DJ SANGO. if he's approached in public by fans he will just swim form into the nearest drain. he gets uncomfortable with the attention unless he's with Callie and Marie.

has a permanent Sanitization scar over the right side of his head and right shoulder

Macaroni "Mac" Tako

Grizzco survivor. Worked there for 3 years until his entire crew got killed in a thunderstorm on the way back and it was ruled an accident, despite them being forced to work through the storm. a then undiscovered King Salmonid breached the surface of the water, dressed in the thunderstorm's electricity, and sunk their ship. with no spawnpoints to catch them and bring them back, and too much electric interference to even bring them back to begin with, they were all lost at sea. it's unknown how Mac even survived to wash up on shore, heavily injured by a direct lightning strike. He's still covered in the scars from the incident to this day.

Anyway now he's so much happier screwing around in Turf War and doing odd jobs :)

has the biggest fucking crush ever on Lanark and even made his own Lure to wear around and show that he's available, though since Lanark didn't wear one, he figured that he wasn't interested in relationships. in reality, Mac has no idea that it was a Inkling Culture tradition, not an Octoling Culture thing. we love himbo gays here

also had no idea who the Squid Sisters are. didn't even listen to music until after meeting Marie. now he just listens to Everything Anytime without even learning lyrics or anything, he just listens to nice tunes.

he collects cool cloth facemasks and has been learning how to make his own!

Lanark Pierce

the only agent who ACTUALLY knows who the Squid Sisters are and idolises them so much to the point that he forgets that Pearl and Marina are like, also famous, and gets surprised when he's hanging out with them and suddenly fans are wanting pictures????

trans gender <3 and amnesia

he still doesn't have all his memories back, but writing poetry helps with this, especially with the Deepsea Metro PTSD

like Three, he has a permanent Sanitization scar on his back from being exploded when he fails tests

he still has panic attacks whenever he screws something up, but they've gotten better over time. especially with help from his friends.

pining so fucking hard for Mac but he doesn't know how to initiate anything. he can and will ramble to anyone about Mac if they even give him a moment of time.

probably has the most weapon experience out of all the agents, since he was part of weapons testing back in the Octarian Army. he even has experience in fixing them! he hangs out with Sheldon sometimes and they come up with the MOST illegal weapon designs ever

Cube, "The Faithful Inkfish Born of Two Worlds"

Half octoling, half inkling, raised by salmonids after being discovered abandoned in the Splatlands as a young whelp. They were hidden from the Octarian Army during arms trades, just in case they'd try to take them away from their family.

They're completely fluent in Salmonid, and when speaking to other Inkfish, they use a barbaric mix of Inkling and Octoling, much to everyone's dismay. Big Man offered to be their tutor, despite not having much free time himself, since he knew that Shiver and Frye would teach them every single swear word possible first, but thankfully the other agents took over that responsibility.

Covered in various scars and thinks it makes them look cool as fuck. Claims they're from battles with other Salmonids, but they're mostly from getting injured while scavenging for materials.

Smallfry is their little brother, especially so after being given ward of him due to his advanced ability to switch forms like an inkfish.

Every time they see anything to do with Grizzco they either destroy it (signs and the like) or spit on it (buildings). Doesn't actually care that Mac used to work there since he's aware of how fucked up and corrupt it is.

Smallfry, "The Youngling Smallfry of the Ascended Generation"

literally just a tiny baby man. who devoured a bear. he's so talented <3

the first discovered Salmoling, at least in his and Cube's tribe. like young inkfish, he struggles to go between swim and humanoid form, and tends to stay in swim form and snooze in his big sibling's backpack

got those big autistic eyes and loves putting inedible things in his mouth much to Cube's dismay. he has been banned from many stores.

loves to just worm his way into anyone's arms or lap and take a nap like a big cat. has often been spotted flopped on Three while he naps. Cube has SO MANY PICTURES OF THIS

sometimes sits in Cube's locker while they're off playing Turf War eating cheese snacks and watching splatoon-version-of-youtube. splattube??

[saltynsassy31]

I promised @mossy-fruit a fanfiction like.....two months ago aND IM STILL WORKING ON IT I PROMISE

It's just....I made it longer than I had hoped for 👉👈

In the mean time, I humbly offer this one-shot I thought of the day I had conceived Orca. Ft. Patch

Theme - comedy

Orca put away his suit back in its rightful place in the lockers, the chatter of his coworkers filling the room as they ate their lunch.

"You heading out so soon, Orca?" One of his teammates asked, raising a brow in confusion.

"Yeah."

"Well, that's unusual of you, did you finally find something better to do with your life?" The inkling joked, laughing slightly at himself as Orca simply rolled his eyes.

"I don't always work, ya know."

"Really? Could've fooled me!"

Orca slams his locker shut. "It doesn't matter what you think I do, I'm going out, I have a meeting with someone and I'm not the type to be late. Just don't screw yourself over and hop down a title again, I am not going to demote myself a 5th time this week."

"No promises, captain." His friend said, doing a mock salute at him and putting out his tongue playfully.

Orca gave him a small, playful glare before walking out. "See you guys."

"See ya!"

"Take care!"

"Don't let the small fries bite!"

And with that, he was out. He checked his phone for the coordinates to the location of their meet up, he struggled slightly to pin down exactly where it was but he eventually found it. It was small and a bit of a remote area but that wasn't all too important to him.

Orca pushed through and continued his way over to the front door, knocking on it and waiting for an answer.

"Coming!" A voice in the other side called out. It wasn't long until the door opened to reveal an inkling with short, messy and burnt cyan tentacles, just like one of his coworkers had described him. The door wasn't fully open yet, only half of his face was poking out, a suspicious glare on his face. "May I help you?"

Orca gulped slightly, sure, he'd be able to fight himself out of any danger, but that wasn't really his biggest worry, no, he was actually awful at socialising and he always got nervous around new people, which, as his friends had told him, made him have this awful glare that could scare anyone away and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

So he tried to put his best smile, which didn't seem to have worked as the inkling gave a slightly startled expression, he had been practicing his smile! It can't be that bad. "Hi, I came here because some of my colleagues at grizzco recommended you to me for new weapons?"

That seemed to have gotten his attention. The inkling opened his door a bit further, poking his head out and looking around. "Yeah, you're in the right place, been waiting for ya. Anyone else with you?"

Orca shook his head. "No, just me."

The other nodded and opened the door fully, stepping to the side to let him in. Orca looked around the small workshop curiously. "You can sit over that couch over there while I go get the weapons, I'll he quick."

The octoling nodded, having a tight grasp around the straps of his book bag over his shoulders as he walked to sit down.

The inkling, Patch, if Orca recalls his name correctly, walked off into another room, leaving the other to his thoughts. He was quick to become fidgety, looking around the quiet, empty room, he found himself becoming drowsy, which only made him panic further.

He could feel his heart beat and that wasn't good.

You see, he didn't really have a normal heartbeat, being a playtoy for the people underground, being sanitised had eventually become his fate. Even after removing most of the sanitisation, it had already taken affect on his body in many different ways besides just his appearance. His heart beaing one of them.

He barely had a pulse, he, for the longest time, though he didn't even have one until he had his first panic attack and felt something beat in his chest, which wasn't helpful because the sensation had been foreing to him, but that's besides the point, the pulse wasn't even that strong either, it was just an average pulse but to him his heart was going fast.

He isn't sure how he is even alive, his friends had reported that when he sleeps, he doesn't even have a pulse, he doesn't even breath, they thought he was dead the first, which is concerning. But he tries not to think too much about it, less he were go to the hospital for it.

He shivers at the thought.

It didn't help that he was already a pretty pale octoling and colder than the average octoling or inkling, what made it really worse was that he was a really heavy sleeper and would only wake up to very specific noises that woild kick in his fight or flight senses. In any case, he usually just tries to avoid sleeping around new people, sleepovers being a complete no go.

But he was just so tired. He hadn't had the chance to properly rest for the past couple of days now, or, more accurately, he hadn't let himself have the chance to properly rest, so really, his own fault here.

His eyes could barely stay open and he found himself catching his head from falling over every so often. Well, maybe he could just close his eyes for a little while, right? He won't sleep, just close his eyes as they felt like they were burning and it was becoming increasingly hard to keep them open, his already blurry vision going even more blurry despite him wearing his glasses.

So that's what he did, he leaned his back on the couch and closed his eyes, but he had underestimated how tired he was because as soon as he did he was out like a light.

.☆.

"Hey, sorry for the wait, I was struggling to find the grizzco weapons since surprisingly not many people request for it." Patch chuckled as he walked back to the main room only to see his customer dead asleep on his couch.

"Huh, guess that job really does a number on someone, huh?" He chuckled to himself, putting the box of weapons over the table in the middle and walking up close to the other. His suspicions of the ocotking's job being exhausting was confirmed by the slight bags under his eyes, making his mask look bigger than it's supposed to.

He felt a little bit bad waking him up but they came here to do buisness, he could sleep afterwards once he was home. "Hey, wakey wakey, I got your weapons." Patch said, shaking his shoulders slightly, ignoring the other's freezing touch.

He didn't budge.

"Hey, dude, wake up. I know you're probably really tired but my workshop is not your bedroom." He shook him again but nothing.

"Hellooooo, anyone in there?" Patch knocked om his head, grabbed both of his shoulders and shook him, but no response.

Now the cold of the other’s skin felt like a burning stove as he felt himself start to panic, letting out a nervous laughter. "H-hey, c'mon now, this isn't funny."

Still nothing.

His mind blocked the fact that the other wasn't even breathing, he probably was just very weakly, some people do that, right? And quickly reached for his wrist, searching for a pulse, nothing, not there, not I'm his neck, placing a ear to his chest just to be sure but nothing.

He quickly stepped back, his hearts lodged in his throat, making it hard for him to breath, his ears ringing with the silence, making it almost unbearable. He found himself yelling just to fill that void. "AAAAAAHH OH MY COD, OH MY COD HE'S DEAD, HOLY FUCK."

He quickly placed a hand over his mouth and stomach, he felt sick like he could puke.

No way, no way that this guy just died, on his couch. "What do I do? What do I do!?" He found himself repeating that like a mantra, walking around in circles.

"Should I call the police? No, no, they'd investigate my workshop too, should I just bury his body? Does he have friends or family? Are they worried he's gone? Oh god, they probably don't even know."

He turned back to the body, still unmoving, he had to cover the evidence.

He ran back to the storage room and grabbed a shovel that he never found use for until now and ran back to the living room

[rome-splatoon-3-archives]

Guys, I'm being evil to Rome again

For background, I'm currently working on revamping the entire splat 3 hero mode while keeping more core lore elements

While the music is banging and I love the characters, i wish they did and didn't do certain things (cough cough BEAR MR GRIZZ REVEAL cough cough). So I'm saying screw it, fuck you, I'm making it my way. And I'm adding Rome because why wouldn't I, I'm gonna be doing his addition to the storyline anyways, might as well do it at the same time.

So basically: Tartar is dead. Like undeniably, I'm not gonna bring him back because that's really really fucking stupid from a mechanic, plot, and thematic standpoint. HOWEVER! That doesn't mean I can't use his influence and the clear similarities of sanitization and fooze to my advantage and the characters dismay.

(Also, side note: Grizz isn't an actual bear in this. He turns into a giant fucked up bear after mutating due to purposefully injecting a special fooze in himself... but before this? He's just an inkling who is the founder and owner of Grizzco and mainly works in the science and mechanics section of the company, having CEOs deal with stuff like overseeing shipments and workers and stuff. Grizz still has the belief of wanting the mammals back because during his research he found the Alterna site and all the files on everything. he saw all the big money capitalist monopoly business opportunities humans had and how successful they were at it that he wanted to bring 'em back, seeing them as a fantastic business opportunity while also having hints towards a plan to suppress them and essentially use them as drones for work)

ANYWAYS GETTING TO THE ROME STUFF!!!!

I still need to work out a lot of structure stuff to do with the hero mode storyline since building it from the ground up while also staying true to a lot of the canon beats is. Uhm, a BIT difficult to say the least!

But for Rome: Grizz in his big business mindset sees all the sanitization work from Tartar's whole thing and how effective it was as changing the cephalings into something completely different. Using a bit of sanitization acquired via a front of a Grizzco-sponsored clean-up effort for the deep sea metro, his fooze experiments kicked into high-gear. While he wouldn't be able to fully understand the properties of sanitization since even a brilliant sapient mind cant surpass that of a super-AI, he'd still understand it quite a bit. The current widely-produced form of fooze has managed to produce effects without the need of a sanitization base anymore, the substances essentially becoming separate. Some stuff would still be the same about the two substances, but most things would be different in property. The main thing that's similar is the capacity for memory-wiping and mind control

Meaning if someone was able to study the brain-scrambling stuff to do with sanitization vs. fooze and find the differing trait, while sanitization still wouldn't have its brain-scrambling effects be curable (still having been made by a super-AI, after all), you could CERTAINLY find a way to cure the brain-scrambling effects of fooze since there's a clear, man-made difference when Grizz was trying to recreate it

Rome's no chemist, he cant just start researching sanitization on his own and expect to know what he's doing. He IS a technician and mechanic, though, and a damn good one. If he built or acquired the machinery from the provided Alterna tech and got someone who, oh I don't know, had a skill of science rather than art, the two working together could work up a cure for the brain-washing elements of the fooze. So, after Deep Cut agrees to help NNSS (but much before actually starting to face Grizz, Deep Cut agrees to help a bit earlier and instead more focus is put on actually building up the reveal that Grizz is behind it all), Rome and Marie team up to try and do just that, Rome especially being VERY determined to try and find a cure in order to save all the Octarians who are foozed. he went through the worst of sanitization, after all. hes got more than enough drive and reason to help these strangers out regardless of where they come from

they get pretty far into their research and the rest of the NNSS are over in island 6 doing whatever agent stuff they're doing when a sudden distress signal/call is made. the call only lasts for half a second before being swiftly cut off by something, but from the snippet of information, you can tell something is wrong and a sort of fight is breaking out. you and the remaining NNSS bolt to the lab that the two had been working in (you know that house-like structure to the right of the NNSS when you're on the first island? that's where the lab is hosted!) and find the place looks HORRIBLE. stuff is broken everywhere, signs of a struggle are all over the place, and neither Rome nor Marie are to be seen. oddly enough, the cure that they were working on (which had a distinct honey-like color, like a gold salmon egg) wasn't anywhere, not even a single drop was spilled in the struggle. a kettle that wasn't there before is seen next to the lab, and with all the scratch-marks and ink scattered everywhere (leading to a now empty e-liter laying next to it), it's pretty clear where they went

grizz had ordered foozed octarian spies to grab them after getting wind that they had been working on a cure, and knowing that it was absolutely possible if they were both working together and had enough drive to find out, they posed a real threat to his whole business operation (he figured out due to noticing weird activity regarding an unauthorized life-form possessing unusual properties (Rome and him being sanitized n all) and from the patterns and where he was traveling figured out what he was trying to gather and what he was planning to do) while Marie focused on lab stuff. Oopsies!!

it gets a bit murky set-up-wise as we get to what i wanted to get to in the first place. i kinda imagine the kettle feels like going through the restricted areas of a manufacturing plant. a bit of octo-expansion and the deep sea metro vibes, y'know? the player character patrols through a lot of the main enemy-filled bits while Callie and Three go through a path to the right of you (kinda more focused on finding Marie) and deep cut go through a path to the left of you (kinda more focused on finding Rome). both parties help you out by pointing things out, delivering witty banter (but its clearly shrouded in the tense situation playing out since like EVERYTHING is going wrong and the greens got kidnapped (cant say the squidnapped pun because Rome isn't a squid) and i generally imagine the vibes feeling darker as a sort of set-up for the later grizz reveal to do with gramps and the rocket n stuff) and working together despite the clear separation of priorities (one search for Rome, one search for Marie) since they're probably being held in close proximity and they recognize that both are important

after a bit of searching and spooky atmosphere stuff - maybe add some cool fucked-up background lore able to be found in true splatoon fashion, you get the deal - the player character enters a big empty totally-not-a-boss-arena area. deep cut are to your left and callie & three are to your right, blocked off by both glass and some physical struggle that makes it hard for each party to reach the arena (not being able to squid jump due to reasons because fuck you i want a boss fight)

((listen i make all this lore and story stuff by scratch in the span of five minutes, i get to be lazy sometimes and just want cool, fucked-up things to happen because of cool, fucked-up-ness))

you see, grizz didnt only find sanitization in the clean-up cover-up funded by grizzco (also partnering with the octarians in order to gain octavio's trust and manipulate the stress octavio is under regarding the situation ohoho jotting that down in my brain for potential drama later, thats a good one, good job me!!). he also found none other than the shell of tartar itself. now its code is completely destroyed beyond saving and everything is a mess of sanitized ink vs pink ink. but something that was kept in-tact was the mechanisms for the voice box. ive stated before that sanitized victims have a deep-rooted reaction to tartar's commands. someone semi-sanitized like three or even whatever eight managed to get damaged by while in the deep sea metro wouldnt be effected by this. three would probably break a sweat from general ptsd but it isnt completely uncontrollable...

but someone like rome? someone who was at some point fully sanitized? someone who underwent some of the earliest forms of sanitization and now has permanent scars on his hands and back from where it was originally injected? someone whos had so much sanitization pumped into him in the past that even way past the point of the sanitization being functional anymore, it's still working to cycle itself out of his system slowly through his teeth? he's not immune to this type of brain-washing

grizz doesnt have much access to sanitization due to it growing scarcer and scarcer over the years, and he cant just inject rome with fooze since him being sanitized would physically block the fooze from taking effect. but injecting the little sanitization he has left through the scar on rome's back and using tartar's voicebox? that would absolutely push him back into being controlled again

once in this brainwashed state, grizz even puts a helmet that looks like tartar on his head fitted with speakers in the ears playing commands in tartar's voice and a voice-modifier in the mouthpiece to make rome's voice all fucked-up and tartar-like

his command? guard the currently trapped marie and kill anyone who gets in his path

you walk into the arena and see marie trapped behind glass. callie and three exclaim happily while deep cut nervously wonder where rome is. your character starts running towards marie when she AGGRESSIVELY gestures for you not to get closer. then, bursting open a wooden trapdoor that was set in front of her, "something" wearing a tartar helmet climbs out of the ground, the trapdoor landing back in place with a few thuds. the tartar helmet makes that familiar whirring noise and callie parrots that three worriedly asks if tartar has returned. the whirring stops and a drastically different voice from tartar sounds from the tartar-esc helmet, sounding like rome but with a scratchy tartar-esc voice modifier saying "UN. IDEN. TIFIED….. THREAT……" , and deep cut realizes out loud in a horrified manner that what's standing there is none other than rome himself. rome, being re-sanitized and controlled by the repurposed voice of tartar, begins his attack

(this is his boss theme btw [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tst-2z7420w], the pokemon sc/vi legendary quartet theme)

he attacks using this weapon thats like. chains connected to a blade at the end that is covered in ink thats fed to it using the inside of the actual chains, which is connected. in the bit of the above song that goes HARD and all techno and shit, i imagine the boss fight switching to a mode where its dark and all of rome's ink is shown glowing in the dark, meaning you gotta track where hes going via seeing where his now glowing hair is. over-all this bossfight would absolutely be difficult to fight. the only thing holding rome back is the fact he cant really think logically when sanitized due to the way his body reacts to it, meaning the sanitization both makes him WAY more aggressive but also less logical and more prone to just charging full-force into the player without thinking about strategy

the second phase of the bossfight starts when callie manages to hit rome's face with a special weapon projectile (the "BANG" sound in the above song when it begins to loop). shes of course not a charger main and its not exactly going to be easy to charge up that kind of special again so it mostly misses and barely even reaches him due to how far away the arena is. but it manages to break off part of his tartar mask which reveals half of the upper bit of his face, which would give a cool visual methinks, especially in banger lighting. and banger lighting there is as the lights shining above partially go out, making it have a sort of "dusk" feel to it and also making rome harder to see yippee!!!!! before this phase starts you can hear rome trying to fight for control a little, but hes quickly snapped out of it and goes back to bossfight mode

the third phase is similar to the second phase, this time being from shiver charging their special (at the third point the song above loops, gotta be in sync with the song ofc) and using a projectile to hit the tartar mask. this time, the entire thing breaks, but theyre not out of the woods yet. rome's still got the commands going very fresh in his mind and is still under sanitization. his eyes are black and you can see the edges being turquoise. you hear him struggle more, this time trying to physically fight against control before snapping back into bossfight mode, though this time clearly struggling. this doesnt make him any easier to beat though, as all the lights are now out and oh god oH FUCK HES USING HIS SPECIAL AND NOW HE HAS INKY WINGS AND IS ATTACKING YOU REPEATEDLY FROM ABOVE. yeah i forgot to mention he has a custom special that gives him ink wings and the ability to repeatedly fly up and dive at people with much higher attack at the cost of having lower defense!!!! hes not able to do this forever, and once you get his health low enough and as the ending cutscene plays, he nearly collapses from exhaustion. NNSS have found a way onto the arena and deep cut SPRINT in, getting rome and immediately breaking the thing that was feeding him the little bit of sanitization while frye proceeds to beat the shit out of the tartar mask while big man holds up rome and shiver detaches the thing on romes back. this sounds comedic but shes clearly fucking FURIOUS and goes back to worrying about rome once shes got it out of her system. the glass that was keeping marie trapped is lowered once the thing on rome's back is broken and three & callie go over to make sure shes ok and isnt sanitized or foozed or anything. she isnt, luckily

once rome wakes up hes no longer in control and his body VIOLENTLY rejects the sanitization, coughing all of it up. yeah, turns out having that shit reintroduced into your system so suddenly after ages of not having it in there doesnt go well. hes all good after that, back to how his sanitization was before, but his back hurts a LOT since its a scar that was reintroduced to the thing that scarred it in the first place, so hes not going to be doing much fieldwork. however, he REFUSES to leave the alterna site, especially with the newer stuff regarding gramps and the direct lead-up to the climax. he obviously cant work on cure stuff right now, but he at least wants to be there and provide any help he can

after the main campain is done you can actually still rematch him, just not him in his sanitized form. the bossfight uses the same systems though and is designed to be an INSANELY hard challenge. rome's a professional turf an anarchy fighter who hand-makes his own sub-weapons and specials, for christ sake!!!! it's a no-brainer his rematch would be a bit insane to deal with!!!!! and now with his actual arena made for him, he can have all the fancy show stuff that the rest of deep cut have. hes not getting the standard deep cut bossfight music though, that song slaps but i cant just not give him something unique!!!!! gotta go with his initial bossfight song, it slaps too much i wrote this all in discord rambling to my pals at @rainfallbeats's discord server. this is a long one, i admit. i desperately hope yall enjoy, i spent 3-5 hours non-stop writing this.

[old-woman-kisser]

Vin, I need ya to listen to me aight? Rent in Splatsville is cheaper, Grizzco pays well (even if it’s a bit shady) and they’ll accept just ‘bout anyone, and I’ll give ya enough money for a train ticket plus a month’s worth of food.

Get hired at the inkopolis grizzco branch, and lookin for places to live, quietly. I know you’re an adult, but I don’t know how much your parents try to control you or what they’d do if they found out. I don’t wantcha gettin’ hurt.

Get outta there. Livin’ with ‘em is gonna screw ya up, trust me.

Today has been so nice holy squit. I got to eat what I wanted, I got to be called by my name, I didn’t have anyone yelling at me about not getting a job and then criticizing any jobs I tried to get

Cod I just- can I stay here? Like, permanently?

[someguynamedstevewrites]

Unwanted House Guest: Valentine’s Run - Part 3

Based on the video games Splatoon, Splatoon 2, and Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion by Nintendo.

And includes a cameo of a character created by @tamarinfrog , @searching-for-bananaflies , @cafe-cardamari , @bottledupcomic , and more!

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Twenty minutes earlier, in the Salmon Run Ladies Changing Rooms, a slightly older Octoling girl had just finished styling a younger Octoling’s tentacles into a ponytail.

<There you go,> said the older of the two girls, <All done.>

<Thanks, Nalini,> the younger Octoling said with a smile to her older sister.

<Ready for your first Salmon Run?> Nalini asked.

<Well...> the younger Octoling hesitated. <...kind of. I’m a little nervous, though.>

<Don’t you worry, Lajni,> Nalini said with a smile, <I’ll keep you safe.>

Lajni gave a warm smile back to her older sister just as another Octoling with an Afro barged in with a self-assured grin on his face. <Not to worry, sis!> the boy boasted, <I’ll take care of those Salmonids so fast, you won’t even know they’re there!>

The two girls’ faces blushed a crimson red as they rushed towards the Octoling boy. <AADI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? THIS IS THE LADIES ROOM!> Nalini shouted as she began to drag the boy out.

<YEAH! You can’t be in here!> Lajni said as she pushed against her older brother.

<Okay! Okay! I get it! You can get your hands off me!> Aadi complained.

The door to the Ladies Changing Room opened with a shove as Nalini dragged Aadi out by his shirt collar. The three were now all dressed and ready to go, but Nalini still had a few words to say.

<You’re lucky no one else was in there, otherwise you would have been in even more trouble!> Nalini scolded, <Don’t you know it’s rude to enter places you aren’t supposed to be in!?>

<I’M SORRY ALREADY!> Aadi whined, <How else was I supposed to check on you!? You two we’re taking forever in there!>

<You could have texted us from your OctoPod!> pointed out Nalini.

Aadi looked like he had just been hit over the head with an epiphany, <Oh... right! I forgot about that!>

Nalini sighed and looked at her two younger siblings. While Lajni was fourteen, and Aadi was fifteen, the two of them still acted like little kids. A smile spread over Nalini’s face as she remembered what brought them all here today.

At seventeen, Nalini was the oldest of the three siblings and had taken it upon herself to look after her beloved little brother and sister. After the first failed attempt to capture the Great Zapfish, and after escaping from his snow globe prison, D.J. Octavio began recruiting Octarians left and right. Nalini signed up for training to become an Octoling soldier in hopes of supporting Lajni and Aadi and keeping them from having to serve in the Octarian Army.

Before Nalini completed her training to enter active combat, D.J. Octavio’s plans were thwarted and he was defeated a second time. Soon after, the influence of the Squid Sisters and their music spread throughout Octarian society; moving the hearts of many. Even though D.J. Octavio had kidnapped and brainwashed Callie, one of the Squid Sisters, she bore no ill will towards the Octarians and made great efforts to foster peace between them after her rescue. Finally, the Tartar Sauce incident brought Inklings and Octolings together against a common enemy; forging a new era of peace and prosperity for both species.

Nalini never completed her training, and deep down, she was glad that she didn’t. She could now spend more time with her family and take comfort knowing that Lajni and Aadi would never have to fight in a Great Turf War like their ancestors did. The three Octoling siblings even began making trips to Inkopolis to make new friends and try new things. It was a good time to be alive.

Unfortunately, taking care of two younger siblings required money. While the Turf War League was the best way for kids and young adults to make money in Inkopolis Square, Nalini wasn’t comfortable with it since she couldn’t stand the thought of slinging ink against fellow Octolings, or even Inklings. The Grizzco Salmon Runs, however, let Nalini put the training she received to good use, and make some money without raising a weapon against her people or the people that made up her new friends.

After four Salmon Runs, Nalini still hadn’t made much money, and her younger brother and sister were eager to help her in her work so that they could get by. Lajni just turned fourteen, and Aadi had been wanting to show off what he could do ever since he was twelve. This was going to be Nalini’s fifth Salmon Run, and the first for Aadi and Lajni.

The three Octolings stepped onto the Spawn Point that would launch them to the Grizzco boat that was off the shore of Marooner’s Bay. Lajni, feeling a little nervous, took Nalini’s hand in hers and held on to it with a little squeeze. Nalini squeezed back to let her sister know everything was going to be okay. A few seconds later, the spawn point powered on and launched the three Octolings to their destination.

In what seemed like no time at all, the three Octolings appeared on a different spawn pad several miles away from where they started. Lajni felt a little woozy and clutched her sister’s hand tighter than before to make sure she didn’t fall down. As she regained her bearings, she took a look at who her older brother and sister were staring at. In front of them was a tall, lanky Inkling with purple tentacles. He was wearing the exact same uniform they were wearing and had a no-nonsense expression. His eyes widened when he saw the three siblings and Lajni thought she saw the color drain from his face.

Lajni stepped behind her sister, feeling embarrassed that she didn’t know how to speak Inklish. Aadi did the same as Nalini was the only one who had studied it, and she wasn’t entirely fluent either. The eldest of the three Octolings swallowed hard as she extended a slightly nervous hand in greeting.

“Heh-“ Nalini stuttered. “Hello. I am Nalini. It is... pleasure to meet you.”

The tall Inkling reached out, firmly clasped Nalini’s hand in theirs, and gave it a hearty shake. His grip wasn’t too tight or too loose, and his shake could be measured as precisely in the middle of the two extremes: “trying to tear your arm off” and “I don’t even care enough about this greeting to move a muscle”. It was, for all accounts, a genuine handshake. Nalini would have felt more reassured by it if not for the Inkling’s slasher smile that was stretched across their face and the shrunken pupils.

“HI!” he said loudly with a hint of madness. “I’M SCREWED SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY! PLEASED TO MEET YOU!”

...To Be Continued...

[salmonid-ink]

Last question from me for a bit. We see in the Run of the Salmon that the salmonids can go underwater for an unknown amount of time (presumably a long or indefinite amount) so why don’t salmonids just live in a flooded area like personably if the world was screwed by, water like the lore says, a place like the United States or Europe since those places would be very much free of inklings and grizzco’s guns and woomys. Or do they not due to breeding at the breeding grounds for so long.

Salmonids were forced to learn how to adapt to life on land about 2,000 years ago, when the world’s waters receded, much like the rest of sea life. However despite adapting to movement on land, they did not develop arms and legs like most other creatures did. 

They could easily maneuver on land without legs, and they still utilized what water was left, so really... There was no need for them to change as much as the rest of sea life did. As a result, they can live underwater if they so desire! But... you can’t grow corn in the ocean... So, even with the water levels at a pretty standard amount, the Salmonids still live on land. 

So because of this, they choose to not live where there’s only ocean. Near islands or continents are far, far more ideal for the average Salmonid, unless they decide to live strictly off of sea food, like those that live in the houses we see at the Lost Outpost. Their lives have been influenced greatly by the discovery of fruits and vegetables, and there’s no turning back for these funky fish. Kelp just can’t hold a candle to the delicious crunch of cabbage or lettuce!

And just as well, Salmonids move. I think Salmonids have numerous locations that they will migrate beteween every 70 years. I’ve talked about this before, but I really should make a completely dedicated post to this idea. Either way, I’ll go over it again here for the sake of ease.

Every 70 years, Salmonids will leave their current residence, where the land has been picked clean from the fish living on it for nearly a century. They move to “new��� land, typically this was land that they had lived on prior to a previous migration, where they will have a boon in fertility and start anew. By leaving the old land, they allow it to replenish itself over the next 70 years. This went well for quite some time, but then other creatures started taking over more and more land.

For more recent generations this has been more of a problem than anything else--they like the city they live in now, so why do they have to move?! And yet, their families leave, and their instincts call them to follow suit.

In their most recent migrations, the Salmonids have needed to chase the inhabitants off the land that they essentially thought they already had a claim to--they lived their previously, and now new people have taken over, thinking the abandoned territory was a ghost town. Before cephalopods came up with ink-firing weaponry, the Salmonids succeeded in driving these newcomers off the land, and cities used to topple. Now, however, Salmonids have met quite a bit of trouble when it comes to Inkling-owned turf. 

Inkopolis just so happens to be built on a location that Salmonids had lived on previously. However, despite some efforts, the place is just too much of a stronghold for them to “reclaim” it. They’ve planted themselves well outside of Inkopolis, in a restricted ocean zone, but they’re close enough that they’re a threat--neighboring cities and towns have been “reclaimed” by Salmonids, where they now inhabit for the next 70 years. Grizz uses this, as well as their threat level, as leverage for his anti-Salmonid propaganda. 

Still, Salmonids are stubborn creatures who are very stuck in their ways of tradition and habit. They still think that the turf Inkopolis is on belongs to them. They could just move somewhere else once their eggs hatch and redds are empty, but their instincts tell them that they need to live here right now. 

If I had a guess Inkopolis was probably made in the last 60 or 70 years. Not immediately after the Great Turf War, but long enough after that by the time the Inklings moved there, the Salmonids had already packed up and left for their next territory. OR... It was founded 100 years ago after the war, and they just built around the Salmonids. When they left for their migration, Inkopolis only grew. 

Even if the Salmonids DON’T have multiple places they migrate to, the Inklings really shouldn’t have built their city on top of Salmonid spawning grounds. That’s just dumb.

[eclectic-spaghetti]

so um i accidentally merged the wrong layer sai screwed me over, so i physically cannot color the bottom one, (and im just super low on energy at the moment) but here!!! they are!!!

Agent 8 (Eight)

and Agent 3 (Film)

Bios and shizz under the cut!                                                                          

Agent 3 (Film):

He’s basically this huge bundle of nerves. Had anxiety and stress issues even before he fell into the Deepsea Metro, so now he has PTSD to go with them!

He can calm down fairly quickly when there’s someone nearby to help, but if he’s alone… Well, more often than not that’d be why he’s panicking, but if he’s alone with no one to help him… That’s bad. Don’t do that.

Works for Mr. Grizz, designing the Grizzco weapons, since he has a lot of mechanical knowledge, which is what comes when your favorite weapon is over three years old and keeps breaking down.

Trying to learn Octarian from Eight, but is not that great at it. He has picked up a few small phrases, such as ‘hello,’ ‘how are you,’ and ‘you’re cute’

He made his cape himself, not to be edgy or to look cool, but to have something safe to curl himself inside when he has a panic attack. It’s covered in holes and burn marks.

Is actually quite good at sewing (gotta be, to repair all the holes and tears you get in your clothes when you’re a part-time agent who sometimes self harms). Since Eight refuses to try, Film fixes his clothes for him too. You would not BELIEVE what he can do to his clothes.

Has horrible pain in the right side of his face at least once a day (more if hes stressed), and he can barely hear out of his right ear. His right eye has distorted vision, and everything he sees through it is a shade of green.

Agent 8 (Eight):

He doesn’t remember his real name, and can’t be bothered to think of one for himself, so he just lets people call him whatever they want, as long as he knows they’re talking about him.

Even after learning the language, he speaks in a very weird accent, that’s sort of a mishmash of Octarian and Inklish. Both species can understand somewhat(not that he has a lot of Octarians to talk to aside from Marina), but sometimes Film gets hit with a blast of not-quite Inklish that’s completely incomprehensible.

Because of this, he loves talking with Marina, because they can rapid-fire between both languages with ease.

After spending so long away from any outside contact, he’s having a very hard time getting used to treating other people as his equals, but he realizes this and so, for the most part, generally keeps quiet and tries not to show anything he’s feeling in public.

Because yeah, he can act kinda mean at time, but he NEVER means it (unless you threaten one of his friends), he’s usually just… Tired and Done With This Shit

Gets really anxious whenever he comes close to failing or messing up at something, due to the first memories  of failing at anything being associated with exploding.

He works as C.Q. Cumber’s trainee in the Deepsea Metro for the most part, and he gets paid in CQ Points, which he can exchange for cash when he returns to the surface.

Has a terrible habit of stress eating, and when he gets anxious at work sometimes he just blows his entire day’s salary on an assload of food tickets, and just uses them all in one sitting.

And since he’s a Dynamo user, he’s used to eating a lot of food, but he doesn’t exactly turf as much as he used to, either.

Relationship:

Moved in together immediately after the events of the Octo Expansion, but not in a romantic way (at least not at first), but out of mutual necessity. Film desperately needed someone to help him with his anxiety and shit, and Eight simultaneously needed a place to live and a direction to focus his new life on.

One of the best ways to calm Film down when he panics is with physical reassurance, and while it was a little bit weird for the two to be hugging and cuddling on their first night together, they realized how much it helped, and it became normal really quick.

Because of how their relationship worked, it took them both a LONG time to realize they liked each other… like that.

They’re really, really clingy in public, since the one time they got separated, it resulted in Film having the second worst panic attack of his life. But that’s another story.

Since then, they’ve invented a new way to move around in crowds. Film latches onto one of Eight’s arms with both hands while Eight leans his head against Film’s protectively. They have successfully mastered the art of walking like this.

One of the reasons Film feels so secure around Eight is because of the size difference. Eight’s got thirteen inches and at least 200 pounds on Film, so whenever the two hug, Film just gets buried in this giant warm mass of reassurance.

Eight can be a real big gremlin when they’re alone together and NOT cuddling (hey, it can happen). Sometimes he’ll just start casually scooting over on the couch, about an inch at a time. It takes him about half an hour, but he somehow ends up with his head shoved underneath Film’s leg and just starts purring. Because goddamnit, Film always gets to be the little spoon, and this is as close as Eight can get!

One of their favorite things to do when alone is for Eight to take off his sweatshirt, hold Film close, and Eight points out all his different scars and tells stories about each one (almost all of them are even true!)                              

[welcometogrizzco]

🔥

Ask Meme - Unpopular Opinion  [ Not Accepting ]

[ [ There should be more ways to get Super Sea Snails. Leveling up alone just doesn’t cut it. When Splatfests are done with unless they add a system for slot additions / rerolls to be done with the coins we’re just going to be utterly screwed - And no, the resettable levels isn’t enough considering just how long it takes to gain a single level. They should be added as a Grizzco reward, maybe rarely from only the super bonus capsules so at max you can only get two. That would both keep them rare and at the same time make them more accessible, and also give people reason to still do Salmon Run when eventually the gear starts looping around and we don’t get new stuff anymore. ] ]

[tako-kola]

Plot: Canyon Conquest - Prologue Part 3

((This story takes place during the Squid Sister Stories. Which is 9 months, after the Final Splatfest. Fynn was feeling melancholy since the new year had started. Just what made him down in the dumps?))

Fynn, Dawn, Ray, and Tundra belongs to me

Tat (mentioned) belongs to @splatatattat

Dawn was back at Fynn's apartment after their shopping at Arowana Mall. Dawn's parents will arrive, once the movers get all of the furniture and home decor. Ray was planning on offering his beach house to Fynn on his 20th birthday. A little getaway to bring his teamates over. The only thing she's worried about is not seeing her teammates at the Plaza. She's going to miss her cousin, Skyla, Scorpia, and sometimes Hanzo. Most of all, Azalea. She hasn't heard from her in a few months.

Dawn lazily played with Fynn's pet, Muffin for a bit and sighed. "I wonder where Fynn's heading off to..?" She said, still petting Muffin. It was a gift that Tat helped her brother find a pet. The sea slug purred, happily by the touch of Dawn's index finger. She hoped he's doing alright since Fynn's been pretty quiet when they left.

After what feels like an hour or two, Fynn came home along with Ray. It was finally time for Dawn to leave. "Hey, dad." Dawn stopped petting Muffin and approached to him. "So, is everything packed up?"

The fuschia-bearded inkling cleared his throat and smiles. "Yup! The beach house is cleaned and ready for Fynn to use. It was supposed to be a surprise, but.." He looked over at his son.

"You kinda fail at keeping secrets, old man." Still, he was fairly surprised. "So, you ready to move to Inkopolis Square?" He turned to Dawn with a look of worry in his eyes. It's hard to say goodbye to her friends and classmates, but she'll still contact Skyla and the rest via social media or cell phone. Fynn can relate since he moved to Inkopolis, long ago.

"I'm ready. I'm sure, Team Sky Splash will be fine without my presence.." She smiles, a bit. Dawn came along way after 2 years, living in Inkopolis. She started her first turf battle with Fynn and his ex for while until she came home for dinner. Dawn suddenly hugged her brother, tightly. Her face was burried against Fynn's chest. "Please take care of yourself, Big Bro. Thanks for today.." Her voice was muffled enough for Fynn to barely hear.

Fynn returned the hug and smiles. "No matter what happens, you'll always be my shining star. Give it your all in Inkopolis Square." Fynn lets her go after a few seconds of their embrace. His little sister is all grown up.

"Be sure to stop by the Square, as well. Now that the Plaza is yesterday's news." Ray gave him a pat on the back. "As for me, I got a new job at Grizzco Industries. So, moving out of my home is a good idea." Ray had applied to Grizzco, not too long ago. He's never seen the boss in real life, who is in charge of the whole industry.

"I know, I know. Not like I have to choice to stay here, anyway." He shrugged. Fynn walked over to the front door and opened it for them. "I'll stop by at your new home, soon. Hope ya'll have a safe trip." Fynn smiles, a little. After walking around at the mall, his energy was drained completely. He need deserves a long nap until he meets Tundra for tonight's special training.

Ray and Dawn left the apartment with a few shopping items that his sister bought from a clothing store. She'll buy more gear once she visits the new Booyah Base or whatever name they'll call it for a mall area. Dawn looked back at Fynn for the last time, before taking the stairs. ("Is it me or Fynn's been feeling exhausted..") She could tell by the bags under Fynn's eyes. Like he hasn't gotten any beauty sleep from last night.

Fynn closed the door behind them and he made his way to the living room couch. With a sounding sigh, he rested his head on the soft and comfy pillow. He made sure to get some good rest and avoid any nightmare like the one from lat night. And then, he drifted off to sleep for a while.

A couple of hours later...

Fynn was waiting by the entrance to the sewers like Tundra had scheduled, yesterday. The entire plaza is deserted during the night; even the Great Zapfish was sleeping and unlit. Everything was quiet, until he heard a tomboyish voice from afar.

"Ah, Fynn. Glad you can make it." His personal trainer, Tundra arrived a bit late before him. Still in her inkling disguise, she greeted him with open arms. "Ready to begin?" She asked.

"I brought my stuff with, just in case if wanted to stay there for the night. I'm always ready." Fynn just couldn't turn back, now. He needs to improve his skills or he'll die trying. He's also worried about his friends and family noticing about his absence, including his girlfriend. Before he left the house, he written a letter to Eimie. Whenever she gets home, she'll have time to read.

The message would say: ("If you're reading this, I'm going to be away for who knows how long. Remember to take care of Muffin for me. Don't worry, I'm coming back and I'll explain everything. Sincerely yours, Fynn T. Sparks.") He left the note on the fridge, where Eimie could find something to eat.

"Good. I know a secret route to my battle dojo through the sewers. You'll be training here for at least, 2 months before the competition. Don't worry about getting splatted, I've already installed a spawn point." She opened the lid to the sewers and turned to face him. "Try to keep up, kay?" She morphed into a squid and went down the drain.

Fynn turned into a squid as well, leaving Inkopolis without any traces. He's sure that his friends will miss him when he's gone training.

Tundra made a right instead of leading to the main entrance where Captain Cuttlefish was living. He hasn't heard from him, nor Octavio ever since the last splatfest. Meanwhile, Fynn was catching up Tundra through the pipes. Wherever she's leading to, he has a feeling that it's pretty far away from the kettles.

Tundra emerged out of the sewers and landed on her feet, while Fynn showed up and landed on the soft dirt with her. "Here we are! Welcome to Tundra's Battle Dojo!" The sign was nailed and painted against the slightly large temple in the middle of nowhere. "I know, it's a working title. Let's get inside, so we can get started with your first lesson." She slides the door open to step inside, waiting for Fynn to enter the battle dojo too.

Fynn eagerly, entered the dojo and closed the sliding door behind him. The inside of the dojo is rather dusty and infested with spider webs. He stared at the interior in concern, seeing that it hasn't been cleaned in over a year or two. ("This needs to be taken care of, first thing in the morning..") With his experience in cleaning, he'll clean this place from top to bottom within minutes. But for now, Fynn is standing in the middle of the wooden and unpolished floor.

"For today's lesson is movement speed without any of your swim speed or running speed abilites on your gear. I'm going to have you put on 10 pounds ankle weights for an hour in a half. Next, we'll start with some dodging techniques Don't go overboard with them on or you'll be hurtin' til next week." She fetched a pair of ankle weights from her equippment storage room and handed over to Fynn. "Try them on and tell me if it's too heavy for you." If Fynn gets hurt during training, Tundra will be responsible for her screw-ups. Otherwise, Ray would be very displeased.

"Huh.. They've warned me about the those when I first registered at Musselforge Fitness. Not only it helps with running, but it also improves your glutes." After a could years of going to the gym, he knew better than to take a severe risk to his weights. He sat down and put on both his ankle weights. They seem a bit heavy when equipped.

"They don't seem too heavy for me. Will this improve my mobility?" He asked, standing up. He slowly lifted his right leg and then, his left. He can imagine two mini anchors, weighing him down to the surface.

"Mmmmhm!"" She nodded in response. "It's better to just walk, instead of running. I'll change the weights, every time you're finished with your session. Be sure to let me know if you're having a bit of trouble. She gave him a thumbs up and a bright smile. "I believe in you, Fynn!"

And with some motivation from Tundra, Fynn got to work on warming up his ankles. Fynn's got two months until the splat tournament. Sometimes, he's just worried about his friends and family. Even Dawn was a bit worried about him.

Meanwhile in the distance from the battle dojo, there are five octoling soldiers. The middle elite had been spying on the two from the shadows. She signaled the Octarain Hideout through a headset. "I've found the target. And she brought a pink inkling with some kelp around his hair.." The leader stared at the targets in disgust. "After all these years, I finally found you.. Traitor... The octoling elite zoomed in closer with her binoculars, trying to get a better view.

"What shall we do, commander? Why not take Tundra by force and kill the inkling, already!" The 2nd soldier on her left spoke. She's itching for a fight since she got here.

The commander shook her head. "No. Let them do their so-called training for a while. We have a matter of time to capture our fugitive and make one of us again.. We can't afford anymore failures than the last time. And for the pink inkling?" The commander smiled in a sinister way. "My Blaster will be the last time, he'll see.." And then, the five octlings disappeared into the night. Now that they found both Fynn and Tundra, who knows what they're hoping to achieve in the future.

To Be Continued...