{Characters -> Jasmine[Splatoon/OC], Various minor characters}
{Thumbnail by @jiinxed-yarn}
{Jasmine catches a glimpse of a flyer for a bubble-blowing contest, and aptly participates in it.}
{Other -> Commission for Samuel_Lehnertz! I haven't played Splatoon since like the mid-2010s...}
{Read the fic with its original formatting -> https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....c/edit?tab=t.0 }

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In the middle of an otherwise mundane afternoon, at a supermarket within the confines of Inkopolis… a number of individuals doing their usual day-to-day shopping, one such individual being noted around town for her own method of making goopy messes at times… none other than an octoling going by the name of Jasmine. Normally, this would be a relatively uneventful day for her, just stocking up on necessities, maybe hanging out with pals and such, however…

Affixed to one of the aisle shelves with some tape, a flyer with graphic design and key art that tightly holds Jasmine’s attention as she peered closer at it…

“...The 16th annual Inkopolis Square bubble blowout tournament…? Biggest bubble takes home the gold trophy?...” A click of the tounge and a nod as a smile drew itself onto Jasmine’s face, knowing full well about this little tournament, it IS held every year after all. It only helped further that as-is, Jasmine was wholly into this bubble-blowing shtick, this competition’s practically calling out to her. Shortly after, her attention’s had on the candy aisle… for a certain sugary confectionary she knew she was gonna be using mere days from now.

A decent amount of cash is promptly put into a large stockpile of gum, before Jasmine calls it a day. Waiting these next few days was sure to be an impatient wait… and they were. Waiting from sunrise to sundown doing almost nothing else but practicing that bubble-blowing art of hers with her stash of gum. By the morning of the tournament, she was comfortably getting half body-sized bubbles, however much of a mess it might’ve been making of her place- and herself.

The hours pass, before that fated time arrives. 4 in the afternoon, as applications into the tournament are being submitted, and with how excited Jasmine was for this ordeal, it was no surprise that she was one of the first few in line. As fate would have it, there were several lined up for this little tournament, outside of just Inklings and Octolings, having caught the attention of a number of jellyfish as well and at least one of a few other types of folk.

“Sure feel bad for whoever all didn’t get their applications accepted… or whoever the first person is getting paired up with me!” As Jasmine chuckled, otherwise trying to keep to herself, after all- she still had to be a good sport about it all, not putting down her opponents’ efforts and such. That didn’t mean she was gonna pull her punches- or rather, breaths…

“...And now, can we get Jasmine and Jelliette on stage? Let’s hear it for Jasmine and Jelliette!”
Promptly called up onto the stage, alongside a jellyfish named Jelliette, who seemed confident enough about herself, if a bit timid. A bit of introductory fluff from the referee inkling, as they introduced the watching audience to the two contestants currently on stage, and…


“May the blowout begin!” And Jasmine and Jelliette got to work on blowing their own respective bubbles, starting out equal enough- that was, until Jasmine started putting in just a tiny bit more effort. Not to undermine Jelliette’s own attempt at a bubble, which just now surpassed her own headsize, but in comparison to Jasmine’s own more-than-half body sized bubble, it was over. It didn’t help Jelliette’s morale either than Jasmine just seemingly kept huffing and puffing, her bubble only giving out and going boom once it had broke past body-sized.

At this point- forget it, Jelliette just let her own bubble self-destruct, splatting across her head.

“N… never mind…” Jelliette merely whispered as she saw herself off the stage, as the referee promptly held up Jasmine’s gooped-up arm, declaring her qualification for the second round. Given the example Jasmine had just set too, there was little point in skimming through the rest of her matches, or the tournament for that matter. At best from the other contestants, half-body sized bubbles, whether relative to their own species or to that of the average adult inkling. Jasmine however was just on a whole different level, consistently puffing up bubbles to near or past body size, making this whole ordeal more or less a wash for herself.

More and more eliminations happen over the course of the day, eventually culminating into the finals. Similar to how it opened up, her last opponent was another jellyfish, one with more of a name to himself… as a matter of fact, it was actually Jelonzo himself- And… he barely makes it by with past a body-sized bubble, relative to his own body, as Jasmine blows up a bubble notably past her own body size. This competition was essentially over, her last opponent not even so as much uttering any further words as he walked off stage, a bit peeved.

Another minute passes before that body-plus sized bubble of Jasmine’s is popped abruptly by herself, seeing no further need to push it.

“I don’t think I expected Jelonzo of all people here, but he certainly gave a good shot at it! Maybe I should give him a consolation prize of my own once I finish things up here…” Speaking to herself as she gave just a bit of struggle breaking free from her own goopy mess, but at the end of it all, it was totally worth it. The judge stands out from their seat, the grand prize trophy in hand, as they rushed over to Jasmine, promptly grabbing her arm with a free hand.

“You’ve seen it here, it’s a wrap! That’ll do it for the 16th annual Inkopolis Square bubble blowout! Let’s give one last resounding round of applause to…!” Before they could finish, Jasmine blurts out just one simple word, so as to have the judge’s attention.

“Wait!” Jasmine exclaims, promptly having the judge’s attention.
“I actually wanted to leave off on a high note, so…” With her other hand, she reaches into the last of the gum she brought with her, a good seven pieces or so, as she promptly popped each into her mouth, chewing away.


“I’ve got one last mega-bubble queued up! Need you to stand aside, judge.” Jasmine asked of the judge, who with trophy still in hand, silently nodded as they backed off, watching as the octoling took in a nice and hearty deep breath, as…

Fwoooooooosh~!

A bubble that promptly exceeded the size of her head within the first breath, including her ‘hair’ and all. Following that first breath was an equally deep inhale and resounding exhale, the bubble rapidly expanding well past head-size. This was remarkably faster than her pace in any of the past rounds, quickly catching the audience’s attention as a result. Jasmine, sure enough, keep taking in the deepest breaths she could muster, huffing and puffing with all her might, as the bubble reaches past half her body size, then body-sized altogether.

Each breath was just a bit more audible than the last, just a bit bigger with each step, pushing the bubble’s vivid pink walls out further and further. It quickly became Jasmine’s biggest bubble for the day, and she didn’t seem to be stopping at just that either, despite the stamina it was beginning to take out of her. Fists clenched, she pushed herself to keep blowing out big breath after big breath, her cheeks bulging with each exhale she pumped into the bubble.

“...oh… oh my…” The judge simply uttered to themself, a warm blush beginning to draw itself onto their face, seeming to get at least mild silly thoughts about this whole ordeal. It was real tempting for them to blurt out something that might be deemed a bit more inappropriate, but ultimately, they were gonna have to keep it together. All the while, Jasmine was pushing her bubble past double her own body size, and within the next minute, it was triple her body size, albeit now starting to take a toll on her own stamina. Still, the show must go on, she thought.

The audience was, to say the least, mesmerized by the ever-growing bubble, wondering if it was ever going to give out. Even as the bubble reached four, no… five- SIX times Jasmine’s body size, it seemed to never stop growing, despite all the minutes passing by. Its walls were undoubtedly thinning some, becoming more and more transparent, but Jasmine had this talent down to near-perfection, as far as anyone here could perceive. The bubble audibly creaked as it got pushed to increasingly immense sizes, but Jasmine wasn’t one to let it hit that breaking point, she needed to prove she could hold it as well.

Eventually, after another minute, when the bubble’s exceeded the size of the stage altogether, only did then Jasmine stop, finally catching her breath. A small giggle escapes from her, as she slowly, and carefully, struck a standard peace-sign pose for all to see, setting off an immense round of applause from all who were watching her performance! NOW, this tournament was wrapped up, after Jasmine got her little encore bubble puffed up for all to see.

“I… cannot believe what I’m witnessing. Maybe others can, but I CAN’T! That bubble is quite frankly ridiculous! It was a total sweep for Jasmine over here this whole time, and… uh- wait, Jasmine, how do you intend to deal with that bubble!?”
…A sweat drop runs down Jasmine’s head as she soonafter realizes her predicament.