#kicking everyone who says to be nice to each other over this splatfest in the knees

[ev1lde4d]

do you know how devastating it is for me to have the shark themed idol quickly start becoming one of my least favorites just because of her fanbase. do you. do you

[burstbombbitch]

What does your muse do on a daily basis? Routines, hobbies, etc. Where can you find them hanging around the longest? What's one constant in their day that they never skip? What's their bedroom look like? :)

            ☪️ —— Xiuying is a creature of habit and routine. It’s not until light has set well onto her windowsill that she… gets up to pull her blinds down and wait until it has dimmed. Unwilling to rise with the sun, most of her routines are off schedule with others. Burrowing into her stuffed animals accomplishes the job of blinding her from the sun quite well.

Brushing each individual fang in her mouth — and there are plenty, for her teeth are a bit more vicious than the Inkling norm — comes first and foremost. She’d loathe to find a photo with her teeth in them, but for them to be anything less than pristine? She’d die on the spot.

While she’s gazing into the mirror to view her maw, she greets the bacteria that lives in her brain and body with a gracious “hello.” Quite literally — for they’re what generate her constellations. While they obviously do not respond, her brain is awake enough to dim them so only the primary two bio-luminescent spots on her body   ( her eyes and the pair of three beneath them )   remain.

Still in her babydoll gown, she strolls out of the bathroom to lazily make it to her kitchen. Not to properly make breakfast, mind you — whatever she finds first is suitable enough, for her cooking skills combined with nigh unconsciousness would set her house ablaze. Generally a pastry or cookie will do — her body requires a lot of sugar.

After getting dressed in whatever suits the weather and her mood, she warms up her voice. Regardless of whether she intends on performing later that night or releasing an online single, she sings for practice’s sake. A lot of it is hyping herself up in the mirror — her singing voice is a drastic juxtaposition to her soft-spoken natural voice. Think of a kitten trying to roar.

Lastly, she tends to her meadow. It’s messy, muddy work, but a good precursor into forcing her lazy ass to take a shower. Though her green thumb makes short work of assuring her plants’ health, bringing herself to not fall asleep in her bath is a bigger challenge. It’s this time where she soaks in rose water and fresh cinnamon — a good way to make it cling to her ink and soften her tentacles   ( not that they need to be any more marshmallow-like than they already are from obsessive care ).  

Speaking of her tentacles, she takes medication every week — it darkens the pink in her ink. Born a pink nigh white, she continues to consume it simply out of routine. She no longer needs it, but she believes in better safe than sorry — she and her family have no idea what made her so ill as a squib, but they would much rather not find out.

      After the morning afternoon ritual, she’s more than likely to head into the city. On occasion, she dons a different color ink and applies contacts to hide her natural star-shaped pupils. Her constellations are also completely turned off. It’s an attempt at peace — being an idol who feels as if she should entertain everyone is difficult. 

She never misses leg day — so you’ll see her at the gym nearest to the Deca Tower. Her newfound infrequency in playing makes her long for exercise, but as an idol, she has not only better things to do, but less time to spend recovering should her romps in Ranked result poorly. It’s a bit of a sore spot, considering her previous life revolved around the domination of others in her matches, but one she knows she must give up on.

After an hour or two, depending on her stamina, she heads to the nearest bubble tea shop. A regular around there, she drops the disguise and retreats to the back, where the staff allows her to browse her phone and sip in peace. It’s a refreshing routine that wakes her up wholly, preparing her for a day of non-stop smiles and sugary sweetness. Her preference is mango, since she requires high sugar to ink ratio to feed the bacteria in her body.

Retreating out the back door, she goes about her day. If you’re trying to find her near the city, you’re better off looking around the stores. Despite her familial riches, she’s a big window shopper — letting new items into her life feels daunting, for she’s a girl of order   ( despite her chosen Splatfest team of Chaos ).   Instead, she takes pleasure in figuring just what new item she’d love to take home with her — generally devolving into her carrying a few new stuffed animals in the second seat attachment of her motorcycle.

Inevitable silly selfies abound, she’s hard-pressed to say no to anyone when she’s out and about in public — something she wishes she could do, but is afraid that if she doesn’t, her fans will turn on her — or show nastier, more expectant sides of themselves. Doubling down on being cutesy helps, but a clutched chest and heavy breaths does little to satiate the budding anxiety.

Despite solidifying her status as an idol, training never stops — whether its vocal or dance. A couple hours dedicated in the day are spent solely to hone her talents and retain them. While still relatively shy about her micless Killer Wail, she’s growing to a point where she hopes to utilize it in a show one day.

When the day winds down, she escapes the heart of the Square, retreating into the living spaces for those lucky enough to live close by. A… close friend in particular has a relatively empty penthouse — sans the stragglers they’ve been steadily adopting. She crashes there from time to time, finding it easier to return to the city if she doesn’t make the lengthy trek an hour out to reach her secluded home. 

If she opts not to stay the night, she makes one last stop before she bikes out — and that’s to check in on her mother. Tensions have eased since her father’s imprisonment. Her Wuzeinese lessons are coming along nicely — and she makes sure to speak only in her mother tongue to hone the newfound transition. Frustration has her switching to either sign or Inkling, but considering she was immediately taken from her home, she’s made strides in learning.

The ride home is on a quiet road where she can speed — and she adores the rushing breeze.

     Outside of mandatory training, she never fails to find time to read. Time to catch up on the things she’s missed in the shows she adores. Time to herself. While she was once extroverted out of sheer desperation to make friends, she has come to realize that privacy is seldom in her career, and makes the most out of whatever time she can have for herself.

In terms of the media she consumes, it has changed little — she simply no longer reads these things and perceives the commentary to be the source of truth: no more being cruel in the hopes that people will adore her as the “villain.”

Soon after reading, she takes to video games, one of her favorite hobbies. As she no longer participates in the Deca Tower games as a result of her career, she has taken to digital gaming now more than ever. Opting to even go by her old alias in Ranked and Competitive matches, her previous nature shines — a violent, bloodthirsty sniper out to make people kick her out of their matches by virtue of thinking someone that good can only be cheating.

She never speaks in games, so no one knows just who they’re playing with — but as anonymity would have it, those who sling slander and cruel words prefer it that way. It never bothers her, either — if anything, she adores knowing that she’s as fierce in-game as she was in her actual Turf War matches. 

Uploaded screenshots are occasionally posted to a fake blog specifically for the alias she has created online, but always kept separate from her idol life. She still has an image to uphold, and while it’s all digital, she wants to secure it the best she can.

     After a long day, once she steps into her house, the clothes come off. All the fancy, elegant attire she dons to keep up her reputation is strewn across the floor before her foot can take the second step to bring her fully inside. Her foot kicks the door closed, and her tentas — freed from their odango style — locks it. Forcing herself to slide into the bathroom before she makes the inevitable death pact with her bed, she washes up before strolling into the bedroom with her gown on.

Given that she lives in a spacious, two bedroom home, she has taken the master bedroom for herself. Even though her aforementioned entry seems to refute this, the room is neat, yet obviously lived-in.

It’s also painfully obvious that it is hers, as the tinge of pink, white, lilac, and blue reigns supreme all around.

Beneath the Roman linen fold curtains, decorated by a silver wood pelmet and pleated valance, resides a dresser top organized by item height. The middle of her perfume bottle collection harbors the smallest of them all, expanding vertically as it moves horizontally from the center. Her books, too, are arranged by color and not name. A silver box with her most precious belongings harbors an entire shelf to itself, with the three bottom most drawers filled with documents and notes she’s taken over the years regarding effective communication with others. While dust once took the handles by storm, a resurgence of use leaves a curved fingerprint.

As moonlight pours into the window from beneath said curtains, illuminating the jars she has filled with sparkling dyes, it reflects a gentle light out of the dresser mirror perpendicular to the storage desk. Her most used possessions lie strewn along the doily covered top, articles of clothing organized by usage and necessity from the top drawer down. Companions — her stuffed animals — sit and watch as she cleans any makeup from her face at this particular desk, drowsily bobbing her head as her bed beckons.

Dragging her feet along expensive woolen flooring, the princess slinks around the small center table toting freshly cut roses and into her canopy bed, where sheer curtains decorate the poles holding up her bed-frame. She sinks easily into the thick, chilly comforter, burrowing beneath the blankets to be one with the giant stuffed animal said… “close friend” got for her. 

She gives glance to the walk-in closet off to the side, but with her attire cast aside in the living room, she’d opt not to rise. Though most of her important clothes is not folded — instead hung up where it could be handled properly — she believes that the dry-cleaners could save her clothes just as easily. Or her mommy. Either or.

Rolling onto her side, and clinging to a toy bigger than her whole four-feet, she nuzzles nose first into the soft fabric, forgetting to pull down her black-out blinds once more, and dozes off to begin the day anew.

[megamanmodelaaa-fanstories]

The Squidbeak Splatoon - Third Time’s the Charm Chapter 1: The Great Squidnapping

In the far flung future, centuries from our time…

The world is nothing but vast & endless oceans, as far as the eye can see. Aside from the deep-sea world, there was no life to be seen. However, if you look just a little bit further into the horizon… land!

At first glance, this bit of land looks unremarkable as monochrome colours dominate everything in sight. But it’s when you take a deeper look into this land that you see something different, something not at all what it appears to be on the outside.

Welcome to Inkopolis… to the City of Colour!

The streets, the markets, the residence, the city center, everywhere you look, there is a new colour to gaze upon. Bright or Dark, Plain or Mixed, Singular or Combined, every colour in the collective Palette is there to enjoy! This gives the residence of Inkopolis a sense of energy & enthusiasm all day long. At night, these same colours along with the city’s beautiful lighting give way to a dazzling view that invoke feelings of imagination & serenity.

The people of Inkopolis are full of various races that have evolved beyond their Cephalopod roots to live freely on land. Jellyfish, Horseshoe Crabs, Urchins, Prawns & most dominantly, the Inklings. Inklings are a unique Species of Inkopolis because they’re half human & half Squid who can change between the two forms at will.

Also compared to normal Squids, their Ink Production is faster & much more potent. They need to be for them to participate in Inkopolis’ most famous sport: Turf War.

2 Teams of 4 Inklings battle each other in a game of Territorial Control, where players must paint as much area as possible using special weapons that utilize their natural ink as ammunition. The more turf inked, the more points that team gets, with the winner being the team with the most turf controlled when time runs out.

Certainly, the City of Inkopolis is a land that embodies enthusiasm, energy, competition & interaction. A perfect blend for a peaceful & prosperous community! But that same peace & prosperity would soon come under threat…

One day, sometime before a special Turf War Event called a “Splatfest” was scheduled to begin, people on the streets were surprised by a breaking citywide broadcast. Callie & Marie, Inkopolis’ Top Pop Idol Duo, take the stage…

Callie: “We interrupt this program to bring you important news!”

Marie: “The Great Zapfish, source of all power for Inkopolis… has mysteriously vanished.”

Callie: “City Officials have released this picture showing a crashed UFO, which was taken around the estimated time of our Zapfish’s disappearance!”

Marie: “We encourage everyone to share any information about this UFO & others that may lead to the missing Zapfish.”

Callie: “Until the Great Zapfish is recovered, we advise Turf War Veterans to expect restrictions & limitations on battle scheduling, public or private… That includes the upcoming Splatfest, which is -as of now- on hold indefinitely.”

Marie: “Our sincere apologies for any inconveniences…”

Callie: “That’s all for now. Thank you everyone & until next time…”

Callie & Marie: “Stay Fresh.”

But the public was feeling anything BUT “Fresh”. Everyone was sent into a silent panic. Who could’ve done that? How did we not notice? What’s going to happen to us?!

The Great Zapfish is an entity as big as an observatory tower that is the main source of energy for the entire city. Even in its absence, Inkopolis can still run on reserve power, but that will only last for about 2-3 months at best. People throughout the city, for the next few weeks, would live in fear & hopelessness of having to leave in the near future…

Over a Month Later…

Inkopolis still runs, but it’s clear that the dwindling power has robbed it of its enthusiasm. There aren’t as many lights bathing the city as it used to, most have resorted to staying at home out of fear & a select few fled the city to find a new place to live. What was once a city of energy, is now slowly losing all signs of life. But somewhere within the center of Inkopolis, a small group of teenagers are still kicking hard in Turf War.

Day 1, Arowana Mall, 12:50-

8 Inklings are swapping ink against each other, one side Blue & the other Orange. 2 Blue Inklings holding an N-Zap & a Splat Roller push forward, jumping off the central hill in an attempt to claim more turf as the battle enters its final minute. Suddenly, one of them gets splatted out of nowhere, while the other gets echolocated as she attempts to escape. She gets splatted by an Aerospray on her way forward.

Aerospray Inkling: “Nice going, Miwa!”

Miwa: “You can thank me later, let’s push!”

Miwa is a 14 year old Inkling who’s considered of the most skilled on the turf; one of very few who reached the coveted S+ Ranking. She’s proficient with most weapons, prefers Chargers & despises Blasters.

The battle ends with a score of 57-39 for Team Orange. The winning team jumps for joy & exchanges high fives in celebration as a member of the losing team steps forward.

N-Zap Inkling: “Y-You all got lucky because you had a Charger on your side!”

Miwa: “(Ho boy, here we go again…)”

Aerospray Inkling: “Is that so? Wanna trade & see how it ends?”

Splat Roller Inkling: “Yes! Let’s rematch!”

But just as they were about to start, an official of the Turf War Management approaches them, saying they’ve reached the maximum allowed number of matches & they’re to leave immediately.

Splat Roller Inkling: “But… But that’s not fair; we’ve only had 2 matches. Isn’t the maximum limit supposed to be 5?”

Official: “New rules have been placed: 2 per group only, regardless of arrangements.”

& just like that, everyone packs their things in misery & returns to the City Center…

Inkopolis Plaza, 13:15-

Miwa sits on a bench drinking here favourite juice as she relaxes after being forced to stop battling on such short notice. As she throws her empty bottle in the bin, 2 friends arrive to join her.

Green Inkling: “Yo! Reached your threshold already?”

Miwa: “Let me guess: Reduced Turf War Capacity?”

Purple Inkling: “Yeeeah, what a pain…”

Miwa: “Relax guys, I’m sure it’ll all be fine. Can’t let those smiles turn upside down, right?”

Both of her friends look at her speechlessly, their expressions arched in worry…

Ever since the Great Zapfish’s disappearance, Miwa & several others have been trying to get some energy back into everyone by engaging in Turf Wars as much as possible, creating enthusiasm through tense competition & distracting the public from the crisis. But as the days went by with no sign of the Great Zapfish returning, their efforts soon fell to deaf ears & now, they’re slowly losing their battling privileges.

Purple Inkling: “Listen, maybe… we should go plan our move out & get it over with. I’m sure there’s plenty of land outsi—“

Miwa: “& give up on everything we have here?! Like it’s all worth NOTHING to us?!”

Green Inkling: “Girl, there’s not much else we CAN do. We gotta move on…”

Miwa: “I can’t… I WON’T allow…..”

A cold silence descends upon the 3 companions, as if to look for a way to challenge each other’s arguments, to challenge the very desperate situation they find themselves in. Yet sadly, quietness…

Then…

Green Inkling: “Gals look, it’s HIM again! Haha!”

Miwa’s green friend points towards the Vending Machines Corner, an old man sits under a manhole cover looking around as if seeking something.

Miwa: “*Again*??”

Purple Inkling: “Oh you’ve never seen him? He always shows up here between 13-14 o’clock for some reason. What is this bum doing? Hehehe!”

Miwa: “Heh beats me, I don’t live in the sewers myself!”

The 3 continue laughing as Miwa decides to take a picture of this peculiar man. Moments after she’d put her phone down, the old man starts looking directly at her, exchanging such a sharp gaze. Miwa stares in confusion.

Miwa: “(Why’s he looking at me like that? Did he catch me taking his picture? What’s wi—)”

Miwa’s friends tap her shoulder to say goodbye in a hurry. As soon as she turns to face the old man however, he was no longer there. She waits a little longer hoping to see him again, but he never does & Miwa decides to return to her apartment for the day.

Flounder Heights, 18:45-

Miwa sits on her desk working on whatever homework she has to finish, however little there was to complete due to the crisis. She couldn’t help but think about the old man she saw in the Plaza. With her curiosity soaring high & an idea for a gag in mind, Miwa puts her pen down & starts surfing the web for something similar to his outfit.

Suddenly, she comes across a startling discovery. While the old man’s outfit was nothing to write home about, the hat was EXTREMELY valuable: The Legendary Cap. A very special & rare headgear that only the best of Inklings were awarded with it for their services & bravery in the Great Turf War, 100 years ago.

A cap like this is IMPOSSIBLE to get, even with the help of the back alley dealers like Spyke!

Miwa: “(What was he doing with a hat like that! He couldn’t have stolen it… Is it a fake perhaps? &…) Why was he looking at me?”

One question lead to another, each without an answer. So, Miwa decides there was only one way to solve this mystery…

Day 2, Inkopolis Plaza, 13:40-

For the first time in over a month, Miwa didn’t take part in any Turf Wars. Rather, she spent her time waiting around in the plaza for the Cap wearing man. They look at each other from a distance for minutes on end, with Miwa waiting for the right opportunity to face him.

With each passing minute, she grows more tense. The old man was still looking at her & her alone.

Miwa: “(He’s not going to look anywhere else, isn’t he?... I need to find a way to distra—!!)”

& just like that, the old man vanished while she was looking around.

Miwa: “But it’s still 13:50 o’clock!”

She makes a mad dash for the manhole to investigate. No sign of him. There was only one way he could’ve escaped her sight…

Miwa: “Yuck… (Am I really doing this?...)”

Hesitation holds her in place, but not for long as her curiosity becomes too strong to bear.

She jumps into the manhole cover, unaware of what fate has in store for her…..

Unknown Area, 14:00-

After a unexpectedly long journey in the dark depths, Miwa finally emerges to find that she’s now FAR outside the city limits, tall cliffs & waterfalls encircle a bowl shaped area full of small islands, each with its own theming. The most distinct landmark is a giant sculpture of an Octopus at the highest peak.

Miwa continues to admire the scenery, until she finds the old man beside a small shack.

Miwa: “Hello, sir?... W-What am I saying?! Listen, I need to know whe—“

Old Man: “That look in your eyes…”

Miwa: “Wha??”

Old Man: “I’ve been waiting for someone like you! You’re just who we need to defeat the Octarians!”

Miwa: “Octarians? You mean the ones Inklings fought in the Great Turf War? Wait, are you some sort of military general?”

Old Man: “Absolutely! I’m Captain Cuttlefish, Leader of the Legendary Squidbeak Splatoon! A pleasure to make your acquaintance, welcome to Octo Valley.”

After exchanging introductions, the Captain moves on to explain what’s going on. It seems that he’s been investigating the Great Zapfish’s disappearance alone & has concluded that it was the Octarians’ who stole it, as revenge for their defeat in the Great Turf War 100 years ago.

Despite his best attempts, he wasn’t able to get anyone to believe his findings & is currently understaffed to do the job. This led him to try & find a capable Inkling from the streets of Inkopolis to help return the lost Zapfish, which is where Miwa comes in.

Miwa: “So, you want ME to help you recover the Great Zapfish?”

Cpt. Cuttlefish: “I won’t lie: It won’t be easy. We’re alone against an army. The best I can do to help you is provide telecommunication support & hide Mini Spawn Points around the valley, they will only save you so many times.

So, what will you do young one? Will you join me as my 3rd Agent on this covert mission?”

Most would take a step back to consider, but Miwa didn’t as she saw an opportunity. If she can do this, everything will be back to normal. She’ll take back her home, Turf Wars & bring back the Inkopolis she loves! Miwa turns to the Captain to give her answer, when…

Cpt. Cuttlefish: “I’ll take your silence as ‘Yes, of course I’ll help!’”

Miwa: “Wait What?!”

Cpt. Cuttlefish: “I’ll make the necessary preparations for you, so meet me again tomorrow at 12 o’clock!”

Miwa: “Wait a second!”

It was settled: Miwa will be the Squidbeak Splatoon’s Agent 3, on a quest to explore Octo Valley, stop the Octarian menace & retrieve the stolen Great Zapfish!

Will she succeed? What obstacles await her? Tune in next time for Chapter 2: Krak on, Agent!

Thank you for reading & have a good day! 👋🏻😄