One of the things I love so much about Vectnilla is that it it's like this super tough super masculine street-wise guy and this very feminine very ✨demure✨ Disney princess-type mother. and you'd think that the dynamic would be Vector being the super flirtatious one and Vanilla being all flustered and shy. But then they actually interact:
And it's like no actually Vanilla is an absolutely flirtatious girlboss and Vector is the blushing wreck who can barely string words together around her and doodles little hearts around her name in his appointment book.
Music was his escape his whole life. One of his earliest memories is of his parents yelling. He figured out how to turn on the radio of the old stereo system, his grandpa had left them, to drown out the sound. When his dad walked out of his life he enveloped himself in music. His mom would snap at him for not listening. He didn’t really want to hear what she had to say. His shield from the world was music.
He was always a big kid. He always knew how to fight. Whether it was his dad or any of the other men in his mama's life, If they got aggressive with her, he would get aggressive with them and beat them out of his house. His mama would pat him on the head and then go off to take a nap. He would put ice on his bruises and listen to music.
Getting caught up in scraps was normal for him. When some kids called his mom a drunk he would fight. He knew what they said was true but it still hurt.
His fighting got the attention of the older kids. They would befriend him and give him food and a place to stay when he didn't want to go home. His friends introduced him to different kinds of music . Angry music that told stories, like his life. Music about money and girls and being famous; A life he could only dream about. His friends stole him a microphone so he could record mix tapes to sell.
He would defend his friends from others saying bad things about them. He didn't question his friends. He knew they did some bad things. But that was so they could get money. They were all poor and they all relied on each other for some sense of security.
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14 year old Vector walked into a hardware store with his headphones on blasting a song about shoplifting. He had on an orange old puffer vest that one of his friends had lent him.. Down the paint aisle was a black, purple, and teal rooster. Vector milled around looking at things until the rooster left the aisle. It took forever! Finally! He could get what he needed. He took four spray paint cans and stuffed them into the puffer vest. He peered around the aisle and to his luck the rooster was chatting with the man at the register. Vector casually walked out.
The rooster had kept an eye on the young crocodile.He loaded up his truck with the supplies he had bought and took a leisurely stroll. He spotted the kid down an alley way. The rooster leaned against the wall and observed the kid scribbling gang signs on the walls. In broad daylight? He cleared his throat. “Ahem!”
The startled young croc jumped into a fighting position then gave the rooster the hardest glare he could muster.
The rooster wasn't fazed. “The guys that told you to paint that,” He pointed to the gang tag. “Were they goin’ to pay you?”
The croc wasn't expecting that question. “No! No one told me to paint this, old man!” He raised his fists.
“Old man? I’m not that old, kid I’m 35! Who taught you your manners?”
The croc growled.
“Well, painting is a job and you should never do a job for free.” The rooster chided. He pushed himself off the wall with his shoulder. The silver chain around his neck jangled. “Why don’t you come and help me paint a fence?”
“Why? So you can teach me manners?” The teen spat back.
“No, So you can get some money for your efforts.” The rooster shrugged. “If you don’t want to get money, it’s no skin off my back.”
The Vector just stared at him confused. He was unsure. Maybe this rooster is an off duty cop and is going to bring him into a police station for vandalizing a wall? He didn’t seem like a cop though. He had work gloves, work boots, and a tool belt like a construction worker.
“You can ride in the back of my truck and if you don’t like where I am going, you can hop out at any time.”
A cop wouldn’t suggest he hop out of a moving truck…. Would they? Maybe he was just trying to get Vector to do his job for him? But the promise of pay was tempting. Vector stood up out of his defensive position and followed the rooster out of the alley way.
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They drove from the outskirts of the city to the suburbs. They stopped in front of a house. From what Vector could see it looked like an old tree had fallen and crushed a part of the fence. The tree was partially cut into pieces. There still were some big logs that needed to be cut up more. The fence was rebuilt but needed to be painted white to match the rest of the fencing.
“All right boy. I need you to paint the fence white, while I hack this tree into more manageable pieces.” The rooster pointed to Vector's headphones. “It's going to be loud so you have the right idea.” He got out a chainsaw from the back of the truck.
It was long tedious work but like everything listening to music made it bearable.
“Yo, old man I’m done!” Vector yelled over the sound of the chainsaw. The chainsaw stopped and safety equipment was removed.
“Boy! You gotta stop with the ‘old man’ thing!” The rooster brushed a hand over his purple comb in frustration. “The name’s Don.”
Vector rolled his eyes.
Don didn’t let him respond. “Help me load this wood into the truck, boy!”
Once the back of the truck was full of wood, the rooster knocked on the front door of the house and collected some money from the owner.
Vector held out his hand looking for his payment. Don stood up straight and looked down at the teen. “3 dollars an hour.” Don looked at his watch. “We have been here for 4 hours.”
Vector's eyes sparkled, “So, 12 dollars?”
“Subtract 4 dollars, for the 4 stolen spray paint cans.” Don gruffed.
Vector's face fell into a pout, but he didn’t argue. It was still 8 dollars.
“Now kid, where do you need me to drop you off?”
“Just drop me off at the high school.” Vector mumbled.
They jumped into the truck. Vector looked down at the money while Don put a tape into the truck's cassette player. Vector recognised his own mix tape playing. His face snapped to the rooster.
Don smirked. “My roommate works for a radio station and he picks up any kind of music he can.”
“You know someone that works for the RADIO?! He bought my music?! DOES HE LIKE IT!?” He yelled in excitement.
Don winced at the loud croc. “He likes every kind of music, it's kinda annoying.”
“Is he going to play my music on the radio station!?” He grabbed the sides of his head in unbelief.
“Now slow down kid. He isn’t exactly the top dog at the station.” He put a hand up to calm the teen croc down.
“How did he get into the radio station!? That would be my DREAM JOB!” Vector was still yelling.
Don took a hand to cover his ear. “He studied it in college and got an internship.”
Vector's face fell. He didn’t have the money to go to college. It wasn’t part of his plan. He hadn’t really thought of what he wanted to do other than get money and be famous.
“Can you get an internship without going to college?” The teen boy asked quietly.
Don dropped his hand and shrugged “I donno kid, I know that college has people that help you get internships.”
“Mmmmm.” Vector thought.
“We are here, kid. This is where we part ways.” The truck slowed to a stop in front of the high school.
Vector jumped out of the truck but turned back. “Wait! How do I contact you again?”
“Again? I just made you work to pay for the things you stole, I was kinda thinking this was a one time thing.” Don scratched at the back of his head.
“Don’t you need help?” Vector crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Don. “You do a lot of hard work for an ~old man~.” The teen teased.
“Watch it boy!” He pointed a sharp finger at the teasing teen. “You keep calling me old man and I am not hiring you ever again.” Don huffed. He dug through the truck center console and found a business card. “Here if you need a job, call me. Just warning you though. I get up early and go to bed early. If you call me when the sun is down I won’t answer.”
“Yes, sir.” Vector nodded.
“Ha! See one day of honest work and you already have better manners.” Don drove away with a smirk.
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my head cannon for how Vector grew up and how the Chaotix came together. The other characters are coming don't worry.
Based in a lot of the events that happen in the idw comics UwU
I didn’t remember that i had a Tumblr page XD, but yeah i always watch tumblr because i love seeing some Vector the Crocodile post, so i know i’ve to post my last drawing that i made of him and his ship that inspires me to draw fanarts, Vector x Vanilla (Vectilla). I want to show in this fanart the parenting of this two, and these make them more closer, I hope you like this because i do my best in this drawing!
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Here's my tier list of sonic shipping/couples/pairings.🤗😍
But then again This is my sonic couple tier list, I’m probably gonna get some bad comments of the coupes I ranked, but idc, this is just my opinion. I'l still waiting a hate comments.🗣
Vector helped out Don a lot. He carried Don’s tools, moved furniture, set up ladders, laid out paint tarps, cleaned up glass, mopped up water, carried out old ac units and heaters. Don was skilled in about every type of work. Plumbing, windows, electric, roofing, fencing and even auto mechanics. Vector admired his hardworking, no nonsense attitude. “Well, when you can’t afford to buy anything, you learn to fix everything.” Don came from a similar place Vector did.
Vector eventually got to meet Nite. After work Don would drive Nite to the radio station. One night when Vector knew his mom had a date, he asked to join the two roommates.
Don stayed around to make sure Vector didn't cause any trouble for Nite. The night shift was the only shift that was available for Nite at the moment, but it suited him well. Nite gave Vector the rundown of the place. Vector obeyed the no-talking-when-this-light-is-on rule pretty well. So, Don took a nap on the old couch that was in the corner of the room.
In between sets Nite told Vector that they were saving up money to buy some land on top of a hill overlooking the city to build their own radio station.
Vector would go to the station every night after that. Nite let him into the radio station and taught him some things. Even let him play some music for the night listeners. In between they would talk about different music genres. Even though rap, hip hop, and punk rock were his favorite music genres he now found jazz, funk, blues, and classic rock were making their way through his headphones.
Most nights Vector would fall asleep on the old couch in the station. His mama never asked where he was, he kinda wished she cared enough to.
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Don and Nite didn’t steal things or threaten people or drink their lives away. They just worked. He saw them buy the land. He helped them build a house/radio station. He saw them become pillars of the community. Don with his handyman and construction expertise and Nite with being the favorite radio man of Seaside City.
While hanging out with Don and Nite, Vector slowly stopped hanging out with his former friends. He really didn’t need his old gang anymore. He was getting some good money, and had a place to stay if his mom got into one of her moods. He felt good to be working for the things he wanted and learning more about radio and music. Stealing and scrapping was a thing of his past.
His gang members noticed. They would invite him back. They would ask for his protection while they did shady things. Invite him to brawls, so they could bet on him like old times. Ask him to threaten some rival group.
He decided he was done with that kind of life. He didn’t want to always be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life. He told them he was done. They didn’t like that. Vector was an asset to them. A good guard dog. A good brawler. To get him back they threatened his mom.
He had to follow his mom everywhere she went. He would sit in the corner of the bars and watch her drink herself silly as he made stink eyes to anyone that even looked her way. Making sure she didn’t stumble into dark alley ways on her way home. He locked and checked all her windows and doors each night and didn’t sleep much as every sound woke him up thinking it was someone trying to break in. He was wearing thin.
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Don and Nite noticed Vector's absence. Nite made an announcement over the late night radio show. Don drove through the neighborhood looking for the teen. Vector hadn’t really told them where he lived. He kept his home life close to his chest. Both Don and Nite had picked up and connected some dots. But if the kid didn't want to share about his home life, they wouldn't force him.
Don eventually found him sitting on a stoop. “Vector!” The teen’s eyes snapped up to the rooster. He had jumped out of his truck and jogged to the teen. “We’ve been worried about ya, kid!”
Vector looked away from him ashamed.
The rooster looked closer and saw bags under the kids eyes. “You doin’ alright?”
Vector shook his head.
“Common kid! Did you take a vow of silence?”
Vector turned on his walkman and looked at the street.
Don swiped the headphones off the teen head.
“Hey!” The disgruntled croc snapped.
“It's not polite to ignore your elders, kid!” Don hoped the joke would lighten the somber mood.
Vector stood trying to look as menacing as possible. Don could see the end of his snout quiver and tears building in his eyes.
If he knew anything about teenagers it was they hated to cry in front of people. “Hey Vector...” He started softly. “Let's talk this out in the truck, Yah?”
Vector shook his head causing the tears to spill over. “I can’t leave her.” his voice cracked.
“Then we won’t drive anywhere.”
Vector nodded in agreement.
Don quickly ushered the teen into the work truck. The rooster learned that day that the term crocodile tears wasn’t just a saying.
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Don convinced him to go to the police. Before he would have never thought of turning his friends into the police. Snitches get stitches. Now he spilled everything. He couldn’t protect his mom by himself. It helped to have Don there with him.
Gang activity was pretty layered. To get the activity to stop, you had to get to the head. The head of the gang was usually very protected.
The plan was that Vector would go undercover for them. He would “agree” to go back to his friends, try to become the main boss’ personal bodyguard and turn him in. It was a long con. The police promised to protect his mom, and his new friends. Learning from Don, Vector asked to be paid for doing undercover work. They agreed.
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Lying wasn't the hard part, the hard part was deducing whether the gang members believed his lies. Vector had to learn others' body language quickly and correctly. If they even so much as hinted that they thought he wasn’t all in, he had to double down his acts of loyalty or accuse the accusers. Anything really to keep his cover. He got really good at being undercover.
Eventually Vector was responsible for cleaning up Seaside city of gangs. He liked that he could protect the people of his community.
He was offered a full time job as a front desk officer. It was a good paying job and all but it wasn’t as exciting as going undercover. It was basically a secretary job.
He felt disrespected at the police station. Maybe it was because he was young, maybe it was who his mom was, he didn't know. But every slight and jab made him angrier. After all he did for these guys he deserved respect!
He was done with the police and their superiority complex. He wanted to help people no matter who they were. He wanted to take cases that went out of the city's jurisdiction. He wanted to start his own detective agency!
He asked Don and Nite, they advised him to stay with the police station job and save up his money for the agency.
Vector saved up his money and took up a side gig as a DJ. He was still just a teen though and no one had taught him how to spend his money wisely. He had bought some fancy kicks. He showed them off to Don and Nite. Don rolled his eyes and Nite complimented him.
He then was eyeing some jewelry. All the cool rappers had gold chains. Even Don had a silver chain. Everyone cool had a chain! He bought a gold chain and some bracelets that had gold buckles.
“Didn't you tell me to invest my money, Don? Well, I invested in gold!” Vector flashed off his bling. Don looked annoyed and didn't reply. Nite told Vector later that Don was flattered; he just was too proud to show it.
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The dream is now in place. More Characters are coming.
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