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phylliecheesesteak · 1 month ago

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Octonauts Headcanons pt. 2-How Are They With Kids?

-The Octonauts-

Cap. Barnacles: While Barnacles is great around young adults and teens, he's not great with little kids. He's overly frightened he's going to hurt a little kid, so he tends to be excessively gentle. This applies even more so to Ursa and Olson.

Kwazii: He's pretty good with kids, mainly because he has the mentality of a middle schooler.

Peso: Peso's great with kids! He's babysat his relatives many times before.

Tweak: She hates kids, and has no idea what to do with anyone besides Koshi and Bud, who are both teens.

Dashi: She's great with her sister, but only decent with other kids.

Shellington: He's the opposite of Barnacles-He's good with young kids and babies and meeting their needs, but he's not good with pre-teens and teens because he's scared of their judgements. He's great with the vegimals, which are at the oldest 10, because he raised them.

Professor Inkling: He's grandpa with younger people now, but he's historically not great at filtering himself around kids. There have been many times where he called other people stupid in school for not being as book-smart as he is, which earned him a lot less friends.

-The Vegimals-

Tunip: Being the oldest, he's great with kids. This goes without saying.

Codish: He's the type to accidentally say a cuss word around a kid and panic when they repeat it.

Grouber: He's the type to accidentally (or purposefully) say a cuss word around a kid and laugh his head off when they repeat it.

Barrot: Barrot hates kids. He only mildly dislikes Tominnow, but that's because they're both young.

Tominnow: She's 3, so I bet she's causing chaos on playgrounds.

Pikato: He's also 3, but he's trying to stop Tominnow from causing chaos on said playground.

Sharchini: He loves babysitting and working with kids, but is an absolute wreck.

Halibeet: Halibeet is entirely indifferent to kids. Kid plays hide and seek and chooses the oven as a hiding spot? He'll let Sharchini turn it on, and when he panics, he'll just reply, "what? They're gaining life experience".

-The Octo-Agents-

Paani: Paani is an agent of chaos, he should NOT be trusted with kids.

Prof. Natquik: He taught Barnacles when he was a polar scout, of course he is!

Calico Jack: He doesn't necessarily hate kids, but he will lose any child he's in charge of-rip CJ's child.

Tracker: He doesn't have much experience with kids, but would probably act like a camp counselor.

Ryla: I feel like she doesn't like kids and thinks they're gross

"Can the kid fit in there?" she points to a 0.00006 milimeter cave hole. "Well what are you doing standing there? Let's find out!"

Pearl: Literally the most fun mom to Periwinkle ever because she's a professor

Bianca: She is also a great mom, but a bit more typical than Pearl.

Min: I honestly have no idea. I don't think she interacts with them often.

Ranger Marsh: He's great with kids! He's a ranger and a father!

Selva: She is also great with kids. She reminds me of my Memom lmao

(I forgot these guys last time) v

Koshi: Koshi probably thinks little kids are gross, but she tries to be cool around kids older than her.

Bud: Clueless. Utterly clueless.

Pinto: He gets along great with kids younger and older than him because like Peso, he has a lot of relatives and a lot of chances to grow used to both.

Periwinkle: we don't know, he's a baby, but I bet he's a delight to have at daycare :)

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baptaincarnacles · 1 month ago

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Excuse me, may we have some headcanons on the Octonauts Horror AU?

How did Bianca, Orson, Ursa, Ranger Marsh, Selva, Ryla, and Pinto reacted to what happened to their families/friends?

Hi! So, I have an idea here:

(Quick mention, I think this AU would take place in the early 2000s-late 2010s.)

CW: Mentions of the Afghan war and terror

Bianca:

Summer, 2003

Bianca, as Barnacles sister, expected regular calls from Barnacles when he wasn’t in active fighting; or letters, at the least. When she hadn’t received either in a couple months, she was starting to worry. He could’ve been KIA, or maybe worse, captured and held hostage. She didn’t know what to think.

Until she received a letter from his superiors.

Dear home and family,

In recent weeks, Lieutenant Barnaby (Barnacles) was shot and injured in an advancement on the sea. The Manitoba, though strong, received her fair share of the shelling. But, she was capable enough, and she managed to bring him to port. The intention was to have him escorted to a local hospital. But the records show he never arrived.

It is believed that his transport was hijacked and he was taken prisoner, perhaps hostage. We are not yet sure if he is dead or alive, or what organization has taken him. There are many terror groups near this region, all of which could’ve dipped their hands in the opportunity to take an injured marine.

We will find him. He is a good man, and my Lieutenant. He is MIA, but we will find a way to bring him home, or we will be bringing home his uniform on the country’s flag.

I hate to be the one to inform you this, Barnacles is an amazing man, but you are his sister and deserve to know.

We are hoping he is alive, but with little news or demands coming forward, we’re beginning to fear the worst. May God bless his poor soul.

Sincerely,

The Captain

Bianca felt her knees go weak, and she collapsed on to the floor. Her brother was taken, and the damned regiment doesn’t even know which organization took him!? He was deployed out around Afghanistan, where so many damned things could’ve went wrong! He was a marine, for Christ sake- if he was shot before he hit land, what the hell happened!?

What if her brother was being tortured for information!? What if they killed him!? He was already injured! He couldn’t fight back!

As the weeks passed, she grew restless- all this stress on top of trying to take care of her twins was putting a lot of pressure on her. She had spent her days, looking through his letters, sobbing when the little ones were at school. She didn’t have the heart to tell them about their uncle… she couldn’t.

But those letters seemed all the more heartbreaking now. How he wrote home, saying it never felt right. That innocent lives got involved where they shouldn’t. That children shouldn’t be wandering the streets, especially with military forces pushing for more ground, hunting for those who are bad. Children shouldn’t be weapons.

Bianca had to swallow her tears. He was already living a horror story, why make him go through anything else?

And finally, a flash drive was dropped at her door. At first, she thought nothing of it, one of the children could’ve very well lost it. Ursa and Orson both were getting used to computers, after all. She picked it up, and brought it to the family computer, figuring she’d go ahead and see which twin it belonged to.

Expecting school work, her expression shifted from tired to horrified. A video. A single video. The length no more than 9 minutes.

Slowly, she clicked play, and the horror-esque scene played out. Her brother strapped down to a table, fighting his restraints. And the people surrounding him, covered head to toe, freaks in hazmat suits. There was no identifiable features! Not even a mark on the sleeves, or a logo- nothing!

And in the scene, she could hear her brother’s pleading, even as a vial of God knows what was injected into his neck. And the sounds, the screams, the begging- it all grew louder as Barnacles kicked and writhed around the table. But the worst was watching him change- be physically altered.

Bianca stumbled back, and caught herself on the wall. She felt sick, like she was about to faint. She could only watch as her brother changed, and copious amounts of blood began to fill the space. The video ended with the screen cutting black, and words flashing- some she couldn’t read.

She slid down the wall and pulled her knees to her chest…

But her horrors wouldn’t end there.

Orson:

Barnacles nephew, who often looked forward to call from Uncle Barnaby was starting to get a little anxious. He would always ask his mother if he had called, if he was okay.

He didn’t know about the letter from the Captain, neither did Ursa. So he and his sister continued life like normal. Getting up early, eating breakfast, and going to school. They’d get home in the evening, ask about their uncle, and go do homework.

Well, one day after school, Ursa didn’t find her way to the public school bus. He waited until he couldn’t wait anymore and anxiously got aboard, asking the driver if she got on. The bus driver reassured him that she probably had to go home early, or maybe had an afterschool activity he forgot about!

Orson knew better. They had the same afterschool activities, and his mom would’ve pulled him out for the day too if Ursa had been sick. He got to his seat and pulled out his flip phone, calling his mom.

And Bianca was immediately terrified.

Where was Orson’s sister- he grew panicked, trying not to cry on the bus around all the other kids. But as soon as he got home, Bianca grabbed him and hurried back to the school, going 20 over the speed limit.

They searched, asked around, and ultimately called the police. Where was Ursa?

Ursa:

She had been playing on the playground during recess. She was thinking long and hard- why wasn’t her uncle calling? Where was he? He normally sent letters and little gifts, but it’s been two months now…

Maybe he was busy.

Though, as she walked towards a quiet corner of the playground, something caught the little one’s eyes. Two men in… uniforms?

She tilted her head. She knew better than approach strangers, but they signaled her over. She turned to tell her teachers, yet something they said caught her ear.

“We can take you to your uncle.”

She couldn’t tell what the accent was, the dialect was unfamiliar, but something she’s heard in passing once or twice. Like, in a market full of strangers.

Hesitantly, she had walked over, just to have been grabbed and knocked cold.

When she woke up, she was in an uncomfortable enclosure, and her head hurt. And her arms. When she finally got a look at herself, she started panicking. She didn’t look like a little girl anymore! No, she was all fuzzy, and covered in white fur!

And behind her, a protective paw pressed against her shoulder. It was familiar, yet so foreign. It had to be. That was her Uncle!

And when she glanced up. It was a large polar bear… thing. “Barnaby..?”

“… Hello, Ursa.”

It was her uncle! He was okay- but they were… bears? She whimpered, nuzzling into him. He knelt down and pulled the little cub into his arms… even if he wanted to tear a scientist’s arm off.

Ranger Marsh:

Fall, 2010

The Floridian man got a call from his daughter everyday. It had been the routine since she went off to college.

When she hadn’t answered in two days, being a worrisome, protective dad, he called the police. Anything could’ve happened to her! Especially there around the college. People there were cruel- or maybe her phone broke and she just couldn’t call him! No, she wasn’t even answering the land line in her dorm.

Marsh was worried, he had spent the day pacing around his post, listening to his radio and responding to issues. It it wasn’t a gator, it was some damn snake. Damnit, he couldn’t be worrying about this right now! Where was his daughter-!?

And soon, he got a call back.

Tweak wasn’t in her dorm. In fact, it hadn’t been touched in a couple days. But the job forms were lying on the counter, and the address of the place was given to him. They couldn’t even figure anything out about her location!

After being given the phone number of the job site, he hung up and gave them a quick call. It rang about 5 times before anyone answered.

Marsh asked multiple times about his daughter, but got no relevant answers.

“She never came to work.”

“No, sir, she doesn’t work here.”

“We’ve never had a young lady who went by Tweak here.

They were lying, he knew they were, but they wouldn’t give him anything! Nothing! It was pissing him off.

He was itching to march in the building himself and demand to know about where his daughter was. His little girl, the one thing that reminded him of his wife. Tweak had her mother’s eyes and smile, she was his flesh and blood. He couldn’t lose her too.

He began to ponder, he could take his old, beat-up pickup truck down to the address and bust in, but what would that do? Get him arrested? Probably, but he didn’t care.

He was going to find his daughter if he had to crawl through the goddamn pits of hell.

So, he loaded up his truck and got ready to head out.

As he left his station, he paused to check the mail, nearby dropping what he lifted out. Usually, that reaction would be caused by a wasp or a large spider, but the contents is what triggered such a thing.

The ranger slowly knelt down and picked up the photo. His daughter, skin split and what looked like fur.

He let out a choked sob, unable to help himself. Each photo got worse. He shakily stood up and dialed for the police once more, hardly able to explain himself through tears.

Can’t write Selva, I’m not entirely familiar with their character.

Ryla:

Spring, 2016

Ryla, Dashi’s best friend, had been waiting for a text back. She knew Dashi had plans to run away, and had been waiting for her. It had been a couple hours now, but Dashi hadn’t texted. Which was weird. She said she would buy a burner phone with the money she saved from working and text asap.

Those hours turned into days. Now Ryla was extremely worried.

She even snuck around the mansion Dashi lived in and saw no sign of Dashi or her sister. Just their parents lingering around like nothing happened.

Their two children were missing and they didn’t care?

Ryla grimaced. Due to a dry spell, and tracks from the past few days had dried into mud. The ones that she recognized as Dashi’s, she followed. They ran at least a mile before she noticed signs of struggle. In panic, Ryla called the police and an investigation was launched.

After a long search, nothing was found…

Dashi and Koshi had been ruled dead by the Australian government.

Ryla was devastated.

Pinto:

(Exception here) Late Winter, 1994

Pinto had been playing upstairs in his room when he heard panic talking amongst his mother and father, and panicked talking turned to raised voices… and raised voices turned to a shouting match.

The young boy grew nervous, and glanced out. They were arguing-… something about Peso? He swallowed. What could’ve happened to his brother? They didn’t make sense!

But the more the argued, the more he understood one thing:

“Peso isn’t coming home!”

Pinto looked fearful now. Why not? Why isn’t his brother coming home? What happened?

He didn’t know what to do until his mother broke down crying, he soon followed, running over to hug her.

Where was Peso? Why can’t he come home..?

(This is short because I imagine Pinto is only 4/5 and can’t comprehend this much).

There you go! Sorry for taking so long!!

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