#grillers life

[kvetch19]

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[gayrika]

really hoping all the kids who got splatoon for like christmas lower the average score percentage thing cos there is no way im getting higher than this lol

[doctorcurdlejr]

TikTok is really good for finding AMAZING new recipes but the trade off is that it's only available in video format. because of this I have a growing collection of hand written recipes just haphazardly magnetized to our fridge

[sunsetsimon]

farmer simon riley ♡

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

this is very self indulgent sorry not sorry! pt 2. boyfriend simon nsfw will be out tomorrow!

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☼ he wakes up at the crack of dawn every morning, kissing your forehead before he starts his routine. rinsing his face, shaving if he needs to, brushing his teeth, the usual. simon doesn’t listen to much music when he’s alone, but the silence grounds him, a reminder that this is his life now. he does a lot of reflecting, sitting on the porch and drifting off in his mind.

☼ as the sun comes up he gets to work, feeding the animals one by one. he talks to them and names them. he acts annoyed when the ducks follow him, quacking at him for him to hurry up and give them their feed. “god dammit, fucking ducks back up!” he grunts, kicking his leg out to keep them back as he fills the bucket.

he makes his round to each animal, giving them a pat and checking that they have everything they need before leaving. by the time he makes his way back to the house, he can tell you're up. the curtains are drawn and the front door is propped open, letting in the fresh morning air. he knows he'll find you in the back garden with a wicker basket on your arm, trying to decide what to make for breakfast.

"how about omelettes this morning, love? somethin' simple, wanna spend some time with you," he says, pulling your back against him, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt and caressing your skin.

☼ always drives you into town when you want to go. he’s like your personal body guard, so unless you tell him otherwise, he expects to be next to you the entire time. spoils you so much too, letting you buy whatever you want without a fuss, he has the money for it.

☼ he buys whole cow from one of his cattle friends and learns to cook different recipes with the meat. simon definitely becomes one of those ‘griller guys’ who finds any excuse to grill or smoke meat. he has a lot of fun with it, trying out new recipes and techniques to see which produces the best results. he loves cooking together with you, thinks you look so cute in your “kiss the chef” apron he got you.

☼ having the boys or your friends over for meals. ghost is anything but a socialite, but he does have the boys over a few times a year for a small cookout. you get so excited every time, ready to hear all the stories soap and gaz talk about, even though they definitely shouldn’t be sharing the information. they try to keep it lighthearted, making positive memories with each other outside of work is rare. he never says it, but simon has a good time whenever they come.

☼ indulges in a lot of hobbies. shooting, wood working, gardening and more. he has to do something to occupy his time now. there’s a small building on your property that he renovated into his work room. tools cover the walls, and his projects sit on the tables until he finishes them. he spends the nights he can’t sleep in there, distracting himself with work so that he doesn’t think about the things that haunt him. you wake up to an empty bed in the middle of the night and look out the window, seeing the lights on in the distant building. sighing, you roll out of bed and put on your fuzzy robe that he got you for winter.

you open the large door, revealing simon sitting at one of his tables, his gun taken apart and splayed across it. “si, it’s 2 in the morning, come to bed,” you say, walking over and softly petting the hair on the back of his neck.

“i will soon, just gotta finish this.” you frown at him, giving him a knowing look that he doesn’t actually plan on being done soon. unmoving from your spot, he sighs and wipes off his hands, throwing the towel down. “okay, ‘m coming.” his hand reaches under the table, grabbing a 2nd gun and tucking it into the holster in his pants.

you roll your eyes, “my god.. do you just have those everywhere?”

“yes.”

☼ homegrown flower bouquets during the spring and summer, simon makes it a point to make you a fresh one every week. he cuts the stems and puts it in a vase for you, leaving it on the kitchen counter for you to see when you come down. he does everything he can to make you feel special because you’re the light of his life. sometimes he builds you things too! making mental notes whenever you talk about wanting something, he spends night after night in his workroom to make it perfect for you.

☼ loves sitting on your porch and watching the sun set with you. after dinner, he’ll pull you out onto the porch, sitting next to you with a glass of whiskey. simon doesn’t say anything, just staring off and enjoying your presence. you can feel his eyes on you occasionally, watching as the sun casts it’s oranges, pinks, and reds across your face. you look so beautiful and peaceful here.

☼ never expected this to be his life but he’s happy with the way it is. he can never get too bored though, always needing to do something. the winters can be tough on him mentally as there’s less to do in the cold, so he picks up reading and is constantly finishing projects around the house. he just wants you to be safe and by his side, forever.

[kupahdraws]

WHALEFALL, a goth indie/rock band

Parsley, 24, he/him One of the few salmonids lucky to be an ingredient in the griller. However, he was flung out during a rough salmon run. His crispy grilled skin made him able to hide his salmonid identity and let him move into the Splatlands. He is now the drummer for WHALEFALL, with an enthusiastic passion for his craft.

Ossie, 23, she/her Ossie was raised as a denizen of the deep and was homeschooled her whole life. When she moved out, she had a hard time adjusting to surface society and all the trends of the time. But eventually she found parsley, stag, and eventually #9K and found a new band, and new friends. She is a bit strange, but very polite. She is also absolutely loaded due to inheritance from her old folks. She is the theremin/keyboardist of WHALEFALL.

Stag, 20, they/she/he Stag has lost their color due to a past toxic relationship causing them tons of stress. after meeting Ossie and getting a way out, that stress turned to unbridled rage and passion that she was able to strum out on the guitar. Stag has a short fuse and is a bit of a hardass, but loves her friends dearly and will stop at nothing to defend them. Stag is the bassist of WHALEFALL

#9K, 21, she/they Not much is known about #9K's past. All her band knows is that they found her after a show in one of the abandoned deep sea metro lines, and that she has alot of...something...pent up. #9K is very blunt and very stilted with her tone. Those who meet her almost consider her emotionless at first. But getting to know her reveals her blunt, snarky, yet caring and helpful nature. She wants the best for her friends. #9K is the lead singer of WHALEFALL.

[idoodle2draw-marquer]

GRILLERS MANIFEST!!

a birthday gift for my Splatoon SR group!! including myself :D

i started this back in FEBRUARY, specifically for DIROXIDE's birthday [the lad hating on Grillers] as a late gift- not only did i miss THAT date, but Malty's AND LimeGhosty's birthdays had passed- AND SO DID MINE,,,

but its okay! i wanted to make sure i was happy with this piece so i can enjoy it with my friends <3 thank y'all for literally changing my life 🤍✨✨

[astrostrudels]

Hi here are my insane valorant headcanons (some nsfw, nothing too detailed)

• Pheonix is really good at fighting games like smash bros, and is only ever beaten by Astra who, despite never really playing them, is unbeatable.

• In that vein, Phoenix and Jett host game nights on Brim’s old Wii he still has for some reason.

• Cypher has cameras set up all over base, and sometimes him and Killjoy will watch the feed like a soap opera.

• Skye usually braids Breach’s hair so he can get that tight braid. Robot arms are cool and all, but not exactly delicate.

• Pheonix is banned from the kitchen. Not for burning shit, but for serving Jett beans on toast with unmelted shredded cheese.

• Killjoy has tried to get other agents into LoL, they all refused.

• Killjoy is also trans idc

• Chamber doesn’t actually know how to play chess. He’s only ever played by himself, and Cypher finds this out when he challenged him to a game when he first joined.

• Neon likes to draw and she’s not too bad.

• Yoru is bisexual but vehemently denies it, even while actively doing gay shit. He could be getting his back blown out and deny it’s anything but straight. That pride flag in his room? He just likes the colors, idiot.

• Chamber is violently lactose intolerant, but he denies it even tho everyone can hear him fighting for his life in the bathroom at 3 am because he wanted to eat some brie earlier.

• Chamber and his double have fucked. That’s it. You saw the fuck me eyes they were giving each other in the cinematic. Foul.

• Sova is not a natural blonde. Skye also helps him bleach and shave his hair.

• Phoenix can play the trumpet.

• Brimstone can’t really cook, but he is a master griller.

• Breach also likes to ride motorcycles. He tried to bond with Yoru over this when he first joined, but he annoyed him so nothing really came from that.

• Brimstone and Harbor do, however, bond over their shared motorcycle shenanigans.

• Minecraft is Sage’s guilty pleasure. She likes to pick flowers and build little cottages. She often plays with Killjoy and Omen, and they have a realm together.

- Killjoy is crazy at redstone. On some Docm77 shit.

- Omen likes to mine.

• They have communal showers. Do with that what you will.

• Yoru and Chamber had a one night stand. Yoru deeply regrets it, Chamber does not.

• As per my (somehow) brimstone approved comic, neons a furry. She doesn’t fursuit, she just likes drawing funny animal guys.

• Killjoy is an mlp fan.

• Back when morbius was a thing, yoru would watch the FUCK out of that movie in the valorant living room or whatver. He was eventually banned from the tv for like a month.

• Viper once hit Chamber in the nuts bc of his cringe ass advances on her. He considers it sex.

[dat-soldier]

I have to admit that I probably think about the phrase "well turns out it was a griller" more often than I thought I'd be when I first read it. Thank you for introducing a new and exciting brainworm to my everyday life!

i am haunted every time i enter the junjle

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

Find yourself a man who would do battle with his own father to get you your due and the respect and money you deserve.

Previously I talked about the landlord/owner issue, Ho-joon uses another ambiguos word here. The word ‘our’ in Korean also means ‘my’, and considering he never uses the possessive pronoun with his other co-workers, he slips here, letting his true feelings show. He is like ‘how dare you treat MY boy(friend) like trash, dad?!’

Ho-joon has grown so much over the course of the story as the writing team really managed to properly develop and flesh out his character over a very short and limited runtime. He’s changed and become a better person even though he never had been a bad man to begin with, only flawed one. Now, when he asks his dad for money, it isn’t for himself but for Jae-yoon because he deserves it more than anyone else as compared to the past when he only took money for himself. He might have started the job to get the money for himself but it quickly turned into something he enjoys because he’s got talent for it and likes being with Jae-yoon. Gradually, his managing job has become something with which he can help Jae-yoon to succeed, make him happy and achieve everything he wants. 

Hearing Jae-yoon’s heart-breaking story at the beach made Ho-yoon realise how good he actually has had it in life and it made him feel sad for Jae-yoon who went through so much and has worked so hard, pulling himself from the bottom with hard work. It was the moment he decided he’s going to protect Jae-yoon and give him everything he wants. It’s like he’s been on a mission ever since to make his landlord/owner happy. Jae-yoon’s happiness becomes his priority and he’s been constantly, selflessly giving him so many things. 

It’s always about what he can do for Jae-yoon and not what Jae-yoon can do for him, without asking anything in return, in contrast to Seung-seok who thinks it’s all about him and has been using Jae-yoon for 10 years for his own selfish gains.

For Ho-joon, Jae-yoon’s smile is a reward enough. There is this perfect moment that proves it and it’s when he becomes the ‘male griller’ for him so his co-workers stop making him grill the meat for them and even gets a little revenge for him on them. Jae-yoon realises Ho-joon is helping him and smiles which makes Ho-joon tenderly smile in return. Awwww, Jae-yoon’s happiness truly is what makes Ho-joon happy.

[lemmetreatya]

Jotaro x Black!fem Reader

Request for @crypticspacecat

SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER! Life has been so hectic and I just haven’t had the time to write! I also accidentally deleted the request in a draft so I had to go fish it out from my emails 😭💕 But alas, I have this! Enjoy <3

I also have a similar story over on AO3 that I’m updating from time to time so if you’re interested, read it here!

After classes, everyone went to hang out at Big Ife’s Diner.

It wasn’t the most picturesque place in town — it could really do with a design scrub up and a fresh coat of paint — but it was hearty, reliable and the owner, Ife herself, was exceptionally compassionate towards high school kids. Thus, claiming itself as the official unofficial meet spot. 

Everyday, once school was out, at least a hundred kids would pack themselves into the diner and loiter outside. The retro jukebox, hooked up through a reworked audio-jack, would play the current top songs, playing mildly beneath the general chatter of the diner.

You yourself were always at Big Ife’s but for reasons different to your classmates.

You on the other hand worked at the diner because you needed wanted the money and it was the only place willing enough to hire someone with little to no experience. Big Ife was also your aunt so you got the job easy enough; it was a win-win. 

You didn’t mind helping out at the diner but it definitely wasn’t something you were built to do. Constantly putting yourself in front of a lot of people to be perceived was far from the best job to pick. Still yet, most of the students that retrieved their orders from you paid you no mind. Too engrossed with the conversations they were simultaneously having with their friends and minds fixated on their impending meals — Most of the time, you got away with not having to directly interact with anyone. 

Most of the time, that is. 

“Uhh…Medium, no, Large Big Griller meal?!” 

You called out the ready order, quickly double checking on the side of the metal meal box what letter was written. It was a L. 

“Large Big Griller, right?” 

The man in front of you clarified the correct meal size. You nodded without meeting his eyes, automatically sliding the tray in his direction. 

“Yep. Enjoy.” 

Large hands in exchange for your much smaller ones took ahold of the tray. 

You stood back, awaiting for the next order to be passed onto you but within that time you realised that the man was yet to move away from his station. 

Maybe they’re just retrieving utensils, you thought. 

Waiting out the looming presence, you kept your face downcast, aiming to look everywhere but face forward. But alas, the figure continued to loiter right on the other side of the counter. What did this person want? Did they need assistance with something? Was their order wrong? 

Deciding to bite the bullet, you mentally prepared yourself to take a look. What was the worst that could happen?

As your eyes slowly glanced up to meet the face of the individual, your breath slightly hitched and caught in the back of your throat. 

There, before you in all his mighty stature and glory, stood none other than school heartthrob, Jotaro Kujo. 

He was the type of person who you instantly understood why there was a hype about him. Jotaro wasn’t loud or paraded around for attention. If anything, attention gravitated towards him rather than he go out of his way to look for it. He was never known to openly talk to people first. Even the few other boys within his friendship group barely got full sentences out of him, so to have him stand here in front of you and stare you down with teal eyes, you could only wonder what he wanted from you. 

“C-can I help you?” You asked. 

Jotaro may as well have bore deep fried holes into you. His concentration was fierce as his eye washed over the top half of your physique that peaked over the counter. You on the other hand could feel your hands become clammy and underneath your arms prick with sweat. 

Briefly, you wondered if he normally imposed on others like this? After what seemed like aeons, he finally spoke. 

“You go to our school.” He stated. 

You blinked a few times. 

How on earth were you supposed to respond to that? Yes, Jotaro admitted to having known of your existence but he didn’t give you much of to reply to. Hell, now that you think about it, he didn’t even ask you a question.

Bunching your already creased apron within your hands, you struggled to find words. 

The man only watched as you fumbled with what to say. Suddenly your mouth felt parched. 

“Uh—I…I know you.” 

No! That’s not what you was trying to say! 

Jotaro raised his eyebrows in clarification to your words, making you mentally panic in response. The most popular boy in all of school was suddenly talking to you and this is how you responded?! Girl, get a grip! 

“No, sorry. Ignore what I said. I— I meant, that I know you. Like, I know of you. Seen you around a few times at school.”

The look on Jotaro’s face was still condescending, stoicism marbelising every muscle in his face. You could also feel your aunt’s eyes pree you from the cash register. She wasn’t saying anything now but she was definitely going to later in regards to how you were holding up the orders. 

Unsure what to do — or say, concerning the man in front of you was no longer talking, you took one of the pending trays from the side, ready to call out the next order. 

However, before you even got a chance to speak, another person intervened. 

“Yo, what’s taking you so long? Hurry up, man.” 

The brash individual who you knew as Jean Pierre Polnareff brisked up to Jotaro’s side, automatically hanging over the broody man’s arm to steal a fry from his meal. 

Jotaro’s face seemed to contort in reaction to the theft but he didn’t verbalise his discontempt. 

Due to only being in one of his classes, you briefly knew what Polnareff could be like, but anyone who encountered the Frenchman would instantly be able to tell you he was miles different in personality to Jotaro. 

He was loud, brash and constantly putting himself in attention’s path. He wasn’t a mean person but there was an air of cockiness to him that could easily be interpreted wrong.

You weren’t particularly the fondest of him but God, were you glad for his presence right now.

Jotaro tried to say something against his friend, his cobalt eyes drawing back to you but unable to say much in defence. In the end, Polnareff dragged Jotaro back to the booth where his other friends sat, leaving without another word uttered to you. 

The rest of your shift had gone along fine, void of Jotaro and his friends and any more embarrassing situations. Despite that, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t replayed the scenario in your head over and over again. 

When your shift was over and you had bid your aunt goodbye, you left the diner from out the back, shutting the metal door behind you with a screechy grind. Home wasn’t far from the restaurant but you had to go a bit out of your way to get back due to the trickiness of the route. However, it wasn’t much of a problem concerning you could always listen to music to pass the time.

Setting out on your way with headphones in and music blasting, you became somewhat oblivious to your surroundings. However, unbeknownst to you, an overshadowing figure lurked by your side from the moment you had left the diner. 

It's only when you had stopped at the top of the road, looking both ways to see which way to cross, when you realised you weren’t walking alone. 

“God! Jotaro, you scared me.” 

Lo and behold, there Jotaro was, standing provokingly eerie next to you, broody as ever as he loomed over you. 

With your hand on your heart and your headphones now around your neck, you couldn’t bear to look at him. You stepped to the side, a pace away from him regarding his close proxemics. 

Seeing how disturbed you were, the man shuffled his feeting where he stood although seemingly indifferent. He did however apologise.

“Sorry.” His voice rumbled. 

You quickly glanced at him, noticing his disassociated attitude and seemingly uninterested demeanour. You’re not sure what his problem was or why he was there but without asking much else, you placed your headphones back on and continued to walk home. 

However, without another word and with the energy of a lost puppy, the large man continued to walk beside you. Which was fair, you thought, because maybe he lived in the same direction and just happened to go your way. Although once he had turned three times in the same direction and still attached to your side, you thought to consult him. 

Turning down the volume of your music, you decided to speak up.

“Do you…do you go home this way, too?” 

“No.” He curtly replied.

“Oh.” You pondered back. 

For a few more steps, the both of you continued to walk side by side but you couldn’t help but allow your mind to wander to a place of worry. If Jotaro wasn’t going home but kept following you, what exactly was his motive? Worse yet, who else was behind this?

“Don’t you normally go home with your friends? Where are they?” You turned to look behind you, expecting to at least see hiding figures behind a shaking bush but alas, there was nothing. 

Reaching his hand up, Jotaro briefly scratched the back of his neck. He kept walking besides you, his words only proceeding after he produced a period of silence.  

“They’ve gone. I waited behind to walk you home.”

Things were getting a bit too confusing now. With your eyebrows creased, you posed more questions. 

“Wait, what? Why are you walking me home— What’s going on?”

Jotaro turned his face away from you before he reached up to tug his cap down over his eyes. 

“Good grief woman, you ask too many questions.”

Your mouth briefly parted to reply but you decided against it seeing as Jotaro didn’t like the interrogation. You guess that’s your fault for getting a bit too comfortable with him concerning he was walking next to you. Although you suspect it was in your right seeing as he was the one following you.

But alas, you abided by his wishes and kept your quarry of questions to yourself. You guess you could enjoy his company as it was for now.

However, as time went on and your journey was coming to an end, you wondered if saying nothing was the best thing.

Despite his devout vow of silence, Jotaro’s presence came off as natural. You’ve heard slimy rumours that although he didn’t say much, he had an austere for “physical” communication once aggravated. However, within the past 20 minutes you’ve spent with the man, you’ve felt nothing but secure. Never once have you felt scared or unsafe walking home before but you’d be foolish to deny the added safety he granted you simply by being there.

You’re not sure of the popular boy’s intentions and you never knew when this opportunity would arise again. You might as well have been dreaming seeing as how absurd the situation was.

Yet despite your usually shy demeanour and his previous command, initiating conversation was the only thing on your mind.

Softly chewing at the bottom of your lip, you contemplated.

What exactly did you have to lose?

“You don’t speak much.” You raised.

Jotaro continued to walk alongside you, hands buried deep within his pockets. At first you thought he hadn’t heard you — or ignored you — whatever seemed to burn less, but he then turned his head down to look at you, turquoise eyes piercing.

“What does that mean?”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a flutter bounce within your chest. His voice being seldom used had it’s perks.

“Well,” You casually shrugged your shoulders, trying to keep your cool. “You haven’t said anything in the past twenty-ish minutes so forgive me if I’m under the impression that you don’t speak much.” 

Jotaro continued to look over you, his face attentive on the way your expression contorted with what you had to say, before continuing to look straight ahead again.

“I forgive you.”

“Huh?” You garbled.

The both of you stopped at the top of the road, waiting for the small red man to turn green.

“You said to forgive you for thinking I don’t talk much.” He said.

“Oh. Right…”

Jotaro was such a confusing individual. He always focused on the minute details of the words you said, like an abridged intentive listener. Nothing about this situation or this man felt real. You closed your eyes in thought as you slightly shook your head.

“I—Sorry, I’m just still kinda confused why you’re walking me home. I dunno if this’sa prank or anything but if it is then please… stop.” 

The little man turned green and so the both of you took that as your cue to cross. Jotaro replied once you both got to the other side.

“Why would it be a prank for me to talk or walk you home?”

“I dunno, it’s random.” You flailed your arms. “You don’t even know me like that, it just seems weird to walk home someone you barely know.” 

“But I do know you. We go to the same school and I know where you work.” Jotaro shrugged his shoulders. “And I’m about to know where you live.”

An automatic shiver ran along your spine.

“I—Okay, Jotaro, that just sounds borderline creepy but I don’t know … just…just stop playing games with me.” 

The man’s skin seemed to slightly redden at his implied stalker behaviour but you wouldn’t have known. You yourself were too busy fighting down the urge to scream into your hands at the prospect you were even having this conversation with the infamous student.

Tugging his cap over his eyes, Jotaro replied to you.

“I’m not playing games with you.”  At first, you thought that was all he was going to say but he promptly followed it with: “I’m walking you home because I want to walk you home.”

Stopping in your tracks, you momentarily freeze at the stoic man’s confession. Jotaro carried on for a few steps, seemingly unaware of you no longer being besides him before pausing to stare back at you. For someone that was supposed to escort you, he sure could be inattentive.

Seeing as you didn’t say anything or give an explanation for your untimely pause, he spoke up first.

“Sorry, have I said something wrong?”

Quickly shaking your head, you faltered in your stepping before catching up to the man.

”No, no it’s not… It’s not you. I just…”

You sighed before continuing.

“I’m finding it hard to believe all of this. Like the fact that you’re willing to talk to me through your own volition? Why is it now? Why all of a sudden do you want to talk to me? Before today you’ve never so much as looked my way so why now?” 

There was an unfamiliar look of confusion on Jotaro’s face. Clearly things were clearer to him than they were for you but you were finding it so hard to come to terms with that.

“Because I saw you at school and then I saw you behind the counter.” He mansplained.

With a groan, you flung your head back slightly before stomping a few feet forwards.

“You’re not making any sense, Jotaro.”

You turned back in his direction, distress clearly riddling your face.

“Everyone goes to the diner from school but you don’t talk to them? I go to school everyday, I work at the diner most days and I’ve always served you. Why is it only now you’re paying attention to me?”

That seemed to even gag Jotaro as the man wore a slight unexpected look of surprise on his face. It didn’t last long as he was quick to recalibrate.

“I dunno.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you turned back into the direction towards home and started to walk, uncaring if Jotaro was following or not. How on earth did the man expect you to take him seriously when he couldn’t even give you basic explanations?

So much of him seemed so different to you and yet you couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how similar his presence seemed.

You weren’t a naturally outgoing person but you sure as hell wasn’t a pushover. If Jotaro couldn’t even give a simple answer to why he had sparked interest in your existence, why should you care or even give him the time of day?

You didn’t expect the man to chase after you. After all, this was the Jotaro Kujo we were on about. However, it’s only when you felt a large hand suddenly engulf one of your own that you wondered if you had made a miscalculation in character.

With your shocked expression glancing up at the school heartthrob, the man spoke whilst his attention continued to face forwards.

“I don’t know why it took me so long to notice you and I wish I could have done so sooner, but you’ve caught my attention now and that’s all that matters.”

As he finally looked down at you, you finally noticed the soft vermilion tint over the apple of his cheeks.

“And from now on, I’ll be walking you home every day.”

With an almost choked expression, you finally voiced your feelings over the bizarre turn of events.

“Ah—Tuh! And who said you could do that?”

Jotaro momentarily frowned, his thick eyebrows creasing just over his eyes.

“Would you not like that?”

You weren’t sure what came over you but a slight smirk washed over your lips. With a squeeze of the hand that was currently holding your own, you shrugged.

“I don’t know. We’ll have to see how well you hold up next to me first.”

He didn’t laugh. No, Jotaro didn’t laugh, but you definitely saw the edges of the man’s lips turn upwards, his hat now covering over his eyes as he pulled it down with his other hand.

“Good grief.” He said, before saying more quietly, “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

[coolermandr4ke]

My inkling Fisk :3 he is an ex-grizzco employee due to getting stranded at the spawning grounds. My unnamed salmonling stole his uniform and got taken to the copter instead of him, leaving him there. He’s obviously coping very well with it. He’s acclimated to living there and can even be submerged in water, but will start getting goopy and sick if he’s in there too long. He likes to ride on top of grillers and use his pole to pop life floaties, but otherwise steals eggs from the basket and grizzco employees and helps engineer and repair salmonid weaponry.

[highly-important]

Salmon Run Thoughts

There is an interesting food chain dynamic happening with Salmon Run that reveals a lot about the world. When salmon come back to spawn, their bodies can't handle fresh water anymore. They are rushing to their death to ensure the next generation, their bodies deteriorating until death. Bears wait upstream and feast on the dead/dying fish. In Splatoon, we're seeing the outcome of an evolutionary arms race. This is also why the salmon in Salmon Run have zombie elements in their visual design: the bulging eyes, gaping mouths. The salmonids are fully sentient and intelligent creatures, (the in-universe band Omega-3 is all Salmonids) but its possible that during Salmon Run they are dying / in some kind of zombie state.

"In a developer interview, it was revealed that this is due to making themselves look “tasty”. It’s explained that the Salmonids aren’t afraid of dying and regard their death to be a cycle of life and think of all life being part of this cycle. Grillers are said to be the ultimate way of doing so by the Salmonids becoming the contents of the Griller. When the Salmonids fight to death, they feel a sense of unity with themselves and the world. When they are eaten by other creatures, they see their death as a way of being one with the world." The Salmonids trade their power eggs for Octarians for technology. (The eggs are an alternative power source because the Octarians don't have a Zapfish.) But they refuse to trade their golden eggs - because those have fertilized embryos. Even if the Salmonids are basically already dead, even if they want to die in battle, they are doing this because the golden eggs perpetuate their circle of life. But is GrizzCo disrupting that cycle by industrializing the process?

Being eaten is part of the Salmonids beliefs, and these motifs show up in the design choices like the food buoys, the giant forks in the environment, and the grills, frying pans, spatulas, etc that the Salmonids carry. The Griller Salmonids are being cooked alive by the thing they're piloting. The Salmonids want to be eaten. Yusuke Amano says "Inklings aren ot the bad guys for doing this. Inklings just have their own way of life." There is also an eat-or-be-eaten dynamic happening: in the wild, salmon eat squid. And in Salmon Run, the squids are basically bait. Hisashi Nogami, Splatoon's producer, says that "maybe the Salmonids are targeting the Inklings." Nogami further says "We think of the Inklings and Octolings as different, but they're not so different as to prevent them from becoming friends. That's something we can imagine. That's not to say that we consider the Salmonids to be complete barbarians. It's not that the squids are the forces of good and the Salmonids are the forces of evil. It's more that squids have their own society, and the Salmonids have their own different society." (Sourced quotes from this video)

If the Salmonids weren't being intercepted while they spawn, they might not need the military weaponry. If the Octarians were allowed on the surface, they might not need to trade their technology for power eggs. The workers are compensated but they are still being exploited. The only person who really benefits from all this is Mr Grizz, who is profiting off the pain of everyone. The system the characters are in requires suffering for the benefit of Mr Grizz, because if the Octarians or the Salmonids weren't suffering, Mr Grizz could not turn a profit.

[zibiscusloon]

Salmonid fact! The reason for them using a cooking motif is due to making themselves look “tasty”. It’s explained that the Salmonids aren’t afraid of dying and regard their death to be a cycle of life and think of all life bein g part of this cycle. Grillers are said to be the ultimate way of doing so by the Salmonids becoming the contents of the Griller. When the Salmonids fight to death, they feel a sense of unity with themselves and the world. When they are eaten by other creatures, they see their death as a way of being one with the world.

(I love these lil reckless gremlins- ya go y’all- join your cycle of life-)

Li’l Buddy is this why you keep jumping into the ocean?? Son please don’t- oh lord he’s doing it again-

[salmonruntips]

Caution: List of Bugs for Current Next Wave Ver.

It has come to our attention that a number of bugs are currently impacting Next Wave runners. We have compiled and translated a list of known bugs from a Twitter thread kindly provided to us in the Grizzco Break Room Discord. Thank you Minaraii for the heads up!

Here is the thread, which mod Jenna has translated to the best of her ability:

Mudmouths will move at high speeds/teleport (supposed to be stationary)

If a teammate/friend’s rank differs by 10, it will count as a “support” instance and the person with the higher rank will not get an increase in rank

Sometimes main weapon fire will not appear when shooting

Flyfish will sometimes ascend at high speeds/unreachable heights when they spawn

Communication error may appear at the end of final wave

Brella canopy when released will sometimes fly/ascend to the sky

Some pretty bad lag issues between players even with low ping

Golden eggs may not be able to be picked up due to said previous lag

Golden eggs may lag when picking it up

Sometimes when going to pick up a golden egg, it does not register and the egg will not get picked up even though the net animation appears for a brief moment

Goldie seeking - when hitting the Goldie with a large enough damage (i.e. charger full charge), it will only drop 1 egg instead of two or more. (I actually have no clue if this is a bug or not I forgot what it was like in splat 2)

Slammin' Lid will launch you if you are on top of it

Slammin' Lids can sometimes be stacked on top of each other and are not able to be taken down (softlocked)

Goldie seeking - when shooting the Goldie, it will give power eggs instead of dropping golden eggs

Xtrawave - sometimes a player will clip through the stage if they end up beneath the Cohozuna when it lands after using Booyah Bomb (I’m not sure if it’s special specific or not)

Glowflies - Inkjet on top of egg basket will cause massive lag for all teammates, but the timer will remain normal

Cohock charge - defeating the Slammin' Lid will sometimes not drop golden eggs

Xtrawave - Cohozuna’s tackle will sometimes clip the player into the stage and will continually die. Other teammates cannot reach them to revive them either

When a Flipper-Flopper spawns, it will sometimes have its zone already painted without players doing anything

Grillers - laser that indicates which player it is targeting may appear very faint

Golden eggs can end up on top of the basket

Goldie seeking - golden eggs can land on top of the gusher valves

Golden eggs that appear after defeating boss salmonids can remain in the air/not drop all the way to the ground

Goldie seeking - after the wave is over, a gusher can still be present without returning to the closed position

Life preservers can get stuck in a stunned Scrapper and players can get stuck in the stunned Scrapper when revived

Life preservers can get stuck in Flyfish bucket

When you hit level 999, sometimes you will not be able to obtain the badge

Steelhead can get stuck in the wall on Sockeye Station and won’t be able to move

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

and for au roulette #1, band/musician, sending est and a van full of rangers to a rock show lmao

Traffic slows to a crawl as you leave the highway that runs from Minas Tirith to Dol Amroth, the Belfalas exits clogged as half the world it seems tries to reach the concert grounds at the same time. Candaith is asleep in the passenger seat, despite the music you have playing much louder than is reasonable. The windows are open as far as they’ll go, admitting a pleasant breeze that smells of clouds of exhaust and the distant sea.

“It will be fun,” you insist, not for the first time. Radanir looks no less skeptical in the rearview. “Surely we’ll be able to find something you like here.” Radanir mutters something you can’t make out and you inch forward another car-length.

“Are your friends from Stangard coming still?” Lorniel calls from the far back of the tight-packed van you have borrowed for the occasion.

“Most of them, I think,” you shout back, turning down the music some. “Nona said her brother had something come up, but the rest of them should be there.” It will be strange, you think, having friends from so many circles of your life overlap here, but that’s half the fun of it. “Can anyone reach the cooler?” you add. “I finished my drink up here.” There’s some shuffling, and muffled cursing from Corunir when you’re forced to swerve aside to avoid a group of impatient motorcyclists cutting in and out of traffic. “Sorry...”

It’s a long, slow slog into the concert grounds and around to the open parking, but you arrive at last and gratefully let the van shudder to a rest, stretching with a great sigh while your friends clamber out. The roof bends concerningly as Lothrandir climbs up to look around, but he swings back down quickly to inform you of the nearest gates and bathrooms.

There’s no rush. The gates won’t open for hours yet while the lots continue to fill. You open the trunk and fold down the backmost seats and lounge, watching Candaith soundly beat everyone at cards and propping your feet on one of the coolers. Someone nearby has set up a portable speaker loud enough to carry five rows in any direction; he’s taking requests. Someone else rolls out an entire grill, and soon the open field smells of... well, it smells of lots of things, but you think the grillers are making burgers.

You swap snacks with a group three cars down, and the group next to them invite you for drinks and party games. By the time Nona calls you to say she’s arrived, you think even Radanir is a little caught up in it all, even if he keeps regularly retreating to the van. You really do hope he finds something here to his liking.

You’ve lost half your group by the time Nona finds you, Horn and Corudan trailing behind her. You talk about the fine weather, and the less fine traffic, and the most interesting things you’ve seen so far (a surprisingly long list, for the few hours you’ve been here). Nona paces about the entire time, restless after her days-long drive to meet the others before coming here.

Finally, the gates open, and the great crowds slowly amble inside. Your friends have more or less reassembled, chatting with new friends and total strangers all the way in. The great rising excitement buzzes under your skin, your laughter loud and the late-day sun warm on your skin.

The opening acts are good, and you do want to sit and appreciate them, but the rising, restless energy keeps you moving, grinning at the great banners and posters for Valasmack and Amon Amarth and telling at least five different people where you found the onion rings.

You stop at last in the warm hour after dusk, the wind from the coast cool and pleasant where it cuts through the heat of so many people all pressed together. You don’t go down to the wildness at the front, where people throw themselves about with an abandon you can’t quite reach, but you stand near enough the stage that the sound from the great speakers rolls right into you. The bass of it rumbles through the concrete, pulsing with every rolling drumbeat through the thick soles of your boots. You can feel it in your ribs.

Your ears will ring for nearly a week after this, but there’s a certain kind of magic to it, the great thunder in your bones and singing so loudly, loud enough your voice will be deeper and rougher from the strain come morning but still not louder than the bands themselves. The punch-drunk camaraderie with old friends and with people you’ll never see again. The heat and the wind and the wide, wide grins, and the exhausted sleep you have with your friends, crammed into the back of the borrowed van and passed out half on top of each other. There are few more pleasant ways to end the free days of summer, you think.

[snowbreeze64]

❌siding with glut

❌siding with spaw

✅getting the reward from spaw, then coming back with glut to murder him, then turning on glut and murdering him as well, along with every other myconid

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