#also legs 👀👀👀👀👀

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIX)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here PART SEVENTEEN is here PART EIGHTEEN is here...nineteen...oy vey.

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... THE BART RETURNS! The earth rejoices! 🥳🎉 Physical therapy can be fun, even if it usually isn't!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Danny learns a few more words with practice.

Foda is simple. If Danny is hungry, he can ask for foda. It sounds exactly like food, and when he asks, they feed him.

…Or they up his IV. Which. Danny’s tongue might still feel sore and nasty, but the doctors and nurses and millions of minders don’t seem that mad when he sticks his tongue out at them. Sometimes they even laugh.

They don’t even sound all that mean.

It takes Danny a good chunk of waking time for him to realize that he…probably is hooked up to something he doesn’t want to think about, since all the efforts of lifting and moving him haven’t resulted in a single bathroom trip since he woke up here.

Firstly: horrible.

Secondly: his legs are super, absolutely, positively immobilized, and if someone doesn’t give him enough medication quickly enough after it wears off, Danny is very aware that something is deeply wrong with them.

So. Uh. That’s…gross.

He learns bealo just as quickly. He isn’t sure what bealo means, per se, but when he says it, they up his medication until Danny can pretend he doesn’t have any legs again.

God niht is goodnight, unless Danny is feeling snippy, and then it’s just niht.

…The one lady who minds him always says the whole thing, though. Even when Danny’s mean. Like the one time he threw his rocket at someone.

Or the time he started ignoring everyone when they tried to touch him.

…Or the one time he tried to freeze his IV bag, and put everyone on alert because if he’d been human, that would have seriously hurt him.

“Sorry,” Danny’d whispered, even if it wouldn’t mean anything to her.

She’d patted his hand and meant it. Danny’d had to dry his eyes with his wrist. “Eall es wel.”

Anyway.

Danny hates being in the freaking bed every hour of every day. So when his “sitting up” exercises turn into “hey, let’s try the wheelchair” practice, Danny gets so excited-slash-nervous that he kind of feels like he’s going to throw up all the liquids he’s been injected with.

None of the regular people try to lift him. Instead the lady does it herself, scooping Danny up in very strong arms, the golden cuffs on her wrists weirdly warm on Danny’s skin. When Danny’s settled, his legs sticking out real weird and his back kind of sore, he’s…out of bed.

He’s. He’s not in bed anymore.

And. Sure. It’s temporary, but it’s not the bed. Danny can wriggle, and he can sort of palm the wheels underneath him with the heels of his shaky hands, and he can see so much more of himself than he has in ages and ages.

For one. Both of his legs are in casts. That’s. Not good. He can’t feel it right now, but the sight of fully encased legs…

Well. If he can transform that won’t be a problem. If. If he has to escape. But it is…it’s super scary. He mostly remembers being captured, but the…the other people had been focusing more on his thoracic cavity and his face and head.

…So why are his legs so bad? Did something else happen?

(It did, didn’t it?)

(…Didn’t it??)

His hands shake, but there’s something to all that grip training, or else Danny wouldn’t be able to paw at his neckline to look down his own shirt. Or, well, his cloth nightie, anyway.

It’s good that he looks, since, well…his chest is glowing a solid green.

Whatever should probably be scar tissue. Uh. It…isn’t. There’re gouges down his chest and a crater where his heart should be that probably should be healing over, considering, you know, he’s not freaking dead at this exact second (mostly??), but. Instead of, like, healed flesh, or, say, his insides, there’s a transparent green…jelly… holding him together.

He can see how the green bounces with his heart beat.

...Danny drops the neckline of his gown. His breath comes in choking bursts, eyes pressed into his eye sockets—he feels sick.

He is sick. He has been sick.

The humans are keeping him here because he’s a freak of nature and he’s broken from head to toe and the Guys in White carved his flesh out of his body and opened him up like a can of cranberry sauce.

He presses his hands to his chest, to his stomach, just trying to breathe for long enough that he doesn’t throw up his oatmeal and occasional juice and IV nutrition onto the pristine floor of his sickroom. The people around him all make sympathetic noises that don’t help because he doesn’t know what they mean.

And then he feels something weird.

Not all the sensation in his fingers are back. It’s easier for him to feel impediments than it is to feel textures—something that blocks him from moving, rather than anything sensory-specific. He can usually tell when he touches fabric, because when he moves too far, it pulls tight around his hand. He can tell when he’s on something solid when his hand fails to go through it.

There is something solid sticking out of him.

Danny’s heartbeat quickens. It’s not. It’s. There’s something in him.

And it’s not—it’s so solid. When Danny brushes his hands against it, he can feel his skin and his flesh move with it, trying not to dislodge the thing embedded in him. It pulls at his skin. He doesn’t know what it is.

His fingers tremble as he tries to brush over the object through his gown, trying to figure out its shape from faulty touch alone. It’s like waking up to find himself jammed with needles all over again.

People are talking around them. Danny doesn’t try to listen in. He’s scared. He’s so scared. Something’s happened to him, and he didn’t even notice.

Some of it is—hard. There’s a crinkling sound when he moves. Danny manages to pull his gown neckline back again to catch something of a glimpse, and all he sees is plastic.

He doesn’t know what it is.

He doesn’t know who to ask. He can’t understand anyone and he doesn’t know if he trusts them.

They put something in him. There’s something embedded in him.

He thinks he’s going to cry.

Something touches his arm—Danny flinches. His core tightens with stress as he puts a metaphorical hand on the button, ready to run and hide at any notice.

It’s the lady. He knows her.

No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know her at all. He can’t talk to her in any way that matters. She’s not a doctor. He doesn’t know why she’s here, or why she’s keeping him here.

She’s nice. She fed him. But is that all it takes to trick him? To make him compliant? Pliable?

She stops touching him when he gets scared, her eyes worried. She kneels—closer than Danny would like, probably, but she keeps her hands to herself. Danny’s heart races faster, out of order, starting and stopping and starting again like a bad engine.

“Eow eart wel?” she asks from his left arm rest, a common question, so softly. Danny doesn’t know what it means. “Eall es wel. Ænlic eow, ænlic me. Bruce bræð wið me?”

She takes a big, deep, breath. Her hand rises slightly over her chest, following an exaggerated movement. Don’t panic. Breathe. Breathe like me. One, two, three.

Danny’s breaths are more choked. More panicked.

But when she breathes, he breathes with her—even with every stutter in between.

“Hwæt es woh[O3] ?” the lady asks, so gently it’s almost a whisper. Her pointer finger hovers over his body, but doesn’t touch—and eventually, Danny figures out she probably wants to know where he’s hurting.

But he’s not hurting. He’s scared. There’s something inside him, and he isn’t sure what it is. He presses the heel of his hand to the object. He feels something rigid refuse to bend inside his flesh.

There’s something of recognition in the woman’s face. “Inne cwic tima,” she says, more certain of answers outside the room, and darts away,

Danny wants to bounce his bound leg. He feels awful when anyone is in the room with him, considering how little of them he knows, but, somehow, it’s so much worse when he’s actually alone.

When she comes back, there’s a second person who walks through the double doors with her, in blue scrubs with ducks on them. They wave to Danny.

Danny…blinks. He feels numb. It’s kind of a problem.

They take it in stride, though; in their hands is a blank board and a chunky marker. The cap comes off, the new person scribbles for a minute or so, and then turns the board around so that Danny can see.

It’s a…person. A rudimentary outline person, sure, with some visible bones and organs to fill in the person-shaped outline. Danny can recognize most of them from anatomy class, although those memories are more…personal, now. A little more painful.

The person taps on the board. The person points to Danny.

Danny frowns.

The person turns the board back around and makes some Pew, Pew, Pew! sounds with their mouth, occasionally opening and closing their hand over the board to match the noise. There’s some more scribbling. When the board turns back around, there’s a violent smudge of marker on top of the drawn person’s drawn intestines.

The person takes their covered pinky finger and erases a little neat circle of marker in the intestines, mostly favoring one side. They draw a little arrow from the hole to the general outside-of-the-person blank area. Then another circle, with a thicker circle inside.

Danny recognizes the object jutting out of him. Oh. This is how he got it.

The person—probably a doctor, Danny guesses, or the surgeon who did this to him—do these people even need credentials, actually?—hands the board over to the lady. They hold out ten outstretched fingers, marker under their arm, and make a show of counting every one of the outstretched fingers with the opposite hand. Then they take the board back.

And then, when they write on the board, Danny can actually understand what they say.

Or, well, it’s numbers! The numbers are the same as his—the line and a circle is clearly meant to be a ten, and the little x is a multiplication symbol— they draw a 10, as clearly and a brightly as it could be against a stark white board, and add a little x 7, probably to indicate a week; the result is ten suns times seven, or seventy suns.

Danny feels his heart bounce in his chest. Danny would bet a whole lot of money that the number is meant to be seventy days. There is an end point. It’s not that Danny is free to be subjected to random anatomical whims—there’s a goal here. This was purposeful.

The little circle-within a circle gets erased. The hole is scribbled through as if it was never there, and the person makes a weaving gesture with the marker that Danny is certain is meant to be sewing.

Tears prick at his eyes. The lady gets close by him again, but Danny lets her. His hands aren’t good enough for wiping tears the way he wants to, yet. Help and company are good.

She gives him a tissue from Danny's bedside table. He takes it with a whisper of a grip.

“Seventy?” Danny rasps, tearful. Hopeful. Terrified of hope. He practically jams the tissue into his eye sockets.

The lady’s eyes go wide. “Seventy,” she repeats, marveling.

It’s enough. Nothing is perfect, but it’s enough. And if Danny's allowed to spend so long in front of the space window that he falls asleep in his wheelchair, well. It's not like he was in charge of where they went.

#*hip checks through the door* hey losers! Guess who uses Arabic numbers!! Two earths!! #also if ANYONE is shitty about stoma bags or ostomy bags on this fic or in this chat I'm going to fight you. Lots of people have them. #they're usually a temporary procedure and even if they're not they're pretty normal and a lot of people have them. I knew at least one #like haha this is a body horror fic but ostomy bags are a REAL THING that people HAVE as part of their medical journey DO NOT be rude!! #So what we know of his injuries now: messed up legs. Messed up guts. Messed up chest. Is there more...? Who can say. 👀 #health and hybrids #dp x dc #dcu crossover #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #incarceration to elopement to healthcare pipeline #His healing is speeding up and his language is getting better! When can we get a Diana POV?? <- me to me

[yesandpeeps]

Impera Ghouls as bugs 🪲

Swiss: Cicada

Cirrus: Spider

Mountain: Cricket

Cumulus: Moth

Sunshine: Bee

Aurora: Silverfish

Aether: Scarab beetle

Aeon: Mantis

Rain: Dragonfly

Dewdrop: Wasp

#yap yap yap #I don’t have any specific species in mind #mostly bc I’m too lazy to go through the million discovered and pick just 10 lol #open to suggestions tho 👀🪲 #mostly based on elements and vibes of their stage personas #yeah I could’ve made Aeon an ant bc phANTom but the way he sways (?) and overhands his guitar reminds me of a mantis #nameless ghoul headcanons #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoulette #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #aether ghoul #aeon ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #edit: changed Mount from leaf insect to cricket. long legs and not super showy. crickets also burrow n I like mount as a rock n dirt ghoul #both would work tho

[shima-draws]

USOPP ABSOLUTELY POPPING TF OFF???? Hitting a target THAT far away with SUPREME precision AND unlocking Haki?? I’M SITTING HERE LIKE

#MY MANS!!!!!!!!!!! #Listen I was REALLY upset with him earlier in the arc when he was a PUSSY and ran away from Trebol #Like. He had a whole thing about how he’s changed and how he’s not that much of a coward anymore #AND THEN HE FUCKING LEFT THE TONTATTAS AND RAN WITH HIS TAIL BETWEEN HIS LEGS LIKE A LITTLE BITCH #I WAS SO. FUCKING MAD #They were getting their asses beat and crying his name and he was being the BIGGEST fucking pussy on the planet #GOD I wanted to throttle him #It’s okay tho this was his redemption moment. #SO PROUD OF YOU BABY #Love that his fear of losing Luffy overpowered any feelings of cowardice #Like. He was so worried he was going to forget Luffy. He DID ALL THAT FOR HIS CAPTAIN #ALSO WHEN HE SAID ‘The seas without you…I don’t ever want to see that!’ FUCKIGN. USOLU MOMENT. SOBBING #I swooned. I’ll be honest I swooned. His sniper skills kicked in and I was like OHHHHHHHH?!!!!! SIRRRR 👀👀👀😳 #Coughs anyway. #One Piece #Shima speaks #Usopp

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

This has to be one of my fav 3/4 pics ever! Michael looks like a three year old wearing the bucket hat he made his mom buy him proudly, Cal looks like a teenager who’s ready for soccer practice and Luke looks like their mom waiting to drop them off so he can finally get a manicure 💅🏻

#also look at Luke’s legs👀👀👀👀👀 #he’s my tall bean #i’d look like a garden gnome next to him #lh #5sos #luke hemmings #lip-rings-and-quiffs #5secondsofsummer #five seconds of summer #lukey #luke 5sos #lrh #luke pics #mc #calum hood #ch #cth #mgc #michael gordon clifford #luke robert hemmings #calum thomas hood #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #an australian band called 5 seconds of summer #take my hand perth #take my hand tour #5sos tmh 2022 #tmh 2022 #Australia #5sos tour

[satans-knitwear]

Me ft orange juice

Treat me (wishlist) ~ Tip (pypl) me (cshpp)

#Mini skirts are so important bc leggies #And unbuttoned shirts are also imortant. Bc 👀👀 #Wearing my faves to chase away the bad feelies #Satans knitwear #bi girl #uk girl #cheeky #Alt pinup #Mini skirt #Open shirt #Lingerie reveal #Strappy lingerie set #Strappy lace lingerie #girls with piercings #wlw #🍑 is served. #🍑 take a bite. #legs for days

[canirove]

Chilwell, Havertz and Gallagher get cosy on Valentine’s Day ❤️    

#ben chilwell #close your legs Benjamin this is supposed to be a cheesy video #also that first gif 😍 #and wonder if Mason was jealous 👀 #chelsea #chelsea fc

[r0semultiverse]

WAIT- is this one of the alternate timelines created from the space-time sword ("Shintō Amenogozen")!? 👀

I'm an anime-only bsd enjoyer & ever since that damn sword popped up after Atsushi & Akutagawa killed him on the boat but he was able to erase/undo(?) that timeline, I've been thinking that technically means there's multiple timelines. This would be the one where Fukuchi won that conflict we just saw or something else entirely is going on given the way he's dressed (if that even is him)! 👀👀👀

#plz no spoilers I want to watch it without knowing whats going on yet; I think it absolutely has to do with multiple timelines though since #Fukuchi got absolutely folded from our POV. Also his legs in the future looked robotic??? maybe just lighting & art style; but something #isnt quite right about that guy; he's also FLYING??? like HUH??? what is going on??? absolutely wild... looks like an angel too 👀 #I just hope this hiatus won't be multiple years long & force me to rewatch the whole series all over again just to understand whats going o #mind you; I don't exactly have a twitter to keep watch on series & anime announcements & things so I guess just tag me when we get a season #announcement and release date I guess?? just let me know. Adhd & series going on hiatus is not a good combo LOL #genuinely had to rewatch for this season because I only found out that it was going on through someone I follow reblogging a gifset & not #even tagging it. LOL like I could have just not known or gone the whole season without knowing since it's a more niche anime #okay I think I've rambled enough in the tags to get this post to show up in the search engine PLZ NO SPOILING the series for me btw #I will block liberally 👀 #mine #op #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd spoilers #bsd anime #bungou stray dogs anime #bungo stray dogs spoilers #live blogging

[hyperionwitch-art]

Oops, I watched Pride and Prejudice (2005) for the 80th time and anyway here are some tender, pining, regency AU Terrible Kids.

Whew, Clip Studio has some sweet brushes!  It’s hard to switch art programs, but at least practicing gives me a gratuitous reason to draw more Tev and Dren.  As if I need one.  :P

Tev/Dren Masterpost

#elder scrolls #morrowind #The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind #dunmer #tevrani #drenim omalas #god I love pride and prejudice 2005 #and painting! #it's been a really long time since I did a proper digital painting #nice to stretch the legs #also I did miss these kids sob #maybe now that I'm not being slowly tortured by photoshop I go back to enjoying art #and get some comics out 👀

[hyenabrainedpup]

Back on my train of thought <33 thinking about getting eaten out too well and trying to press my legs together when it gets intense and them giving a hard squeeze to my thigh to remind me that my legs stay open

#idk #thighs on the mind today #its like automatic to close them when the feeling gets intense its so difficult not to #legs will spasm fighting to stay open its cute #miiight also want hand shaped bruises on my thighs just a thought 👀 #nsft #trans nsft #ftm nsft

[xjumbled-up-brainx]

WARNING: D3ath and !njury,

Also I wrote this whole rant last night in a daze LMAO

Don’t ya love it when the random thoughts sneak into ur brain before closing down at midnight 🥲Someone might have said this before, pls anytime let me know if I’m like plagiarizing cause it’s not my intention sometimes I read some thing and then a month later remember and think it’s an original thought so just lemme know ^^

So what we know: Calico Jack and Kwazii both have pirate pasts. Pirates are usually known to have murd3r-y battles and fatal duels and the like, but can you imagine Kwazii murd3ring anyone? Cause I can’t. But yknow what? I can imagine Calico Jack 👀

SO: Maybe Calico Jack was a merciless pirate like the others before Kwazii was born. We know Calico Jack probably stayed around until Kwazii was maybe 4-6 cause of the photos, then he went to Amazon in search of the lost city and never returned. BUT CONSIDER THIS FOLKS: Once Kwazii was born, maybe Jack had a realization, like “oh dang. This is a dangerous and problematic lifestyle😬” He always tried to positively influence Kwazii, like “hey u can totally be a pirate without hurtin anyone, peace and love my guy” we know Kwazii was already starting to take after the pirate side of him from the photos, and Kwazii does get mistaken for Calico Jack, so Jack most likely got scared that something would happen to Kwazii like his leg or worse. Here’s where it gets intense hehe- mayhaps calico went on a bit of a spree finding the ruthless enemies of his (thinking they might mistake Kwazii for him and attack) like Whitebeard, Pirate King, all of em and uh “took care of them” so to speak. I was especially thinking about how Kwazii has all the keys to their treasure chests, and how all of their ships are sunken. SECOND SO: Jack leaves the keys and other clues to Kwazii, and departs to the Amazon, partially to escape authorities lmao and to have a final meeting place for them under the cover of to supposedly “find the hidden city” like bro be fr ain’t no way u was there for 20 years and didn’t find it cmon now it was a ploy💀

So overall, everything Kwazii thought was his pirate past, being a pirate before his Octonauts days, it was all set up by Calico Jack. Finding the maps, finding the music box, finding the Pirate Kings sword, finding the coconut crabs, finding the other half of the Amazon map so they would meet again: none of it was being a real pirate, it was a fabricated reality to keep Kwazii happy but most of all safe. That’s why we see no other cat pirates still alive and why good ol Jack gives me shady vibes💀✨🎶And that’s the truth about Calico Jack🎶✨

Hey after all that have a (suspicious) shanty chaps :DD

#once he got goin he never turned back👀👀👀 #HE COULDNT BE BEAT👀👀👀 #Listen I know this a major stretch but it’s a fun idea methinks- #it’s so wild but I think it’s kinda funny too #and just IMAGINE if Kwazii found out😭 #also um adding this on I think a mermaid is what took his leg cause it’s the only story I can remember that he’s supported💀💀💀 #I always thought Jack was sketchy I luv him still but suspicious man🤨 #also hehe calico jack has striped arms :3 #octonauts #octonauts a&b #octonauts above and beyond #above and beyond #octonauts calico jack #kwazii octonauts #octonauts kwazii

[sparfloxacin]

I’ve been thinking about doing a list of something like ”olli/allu things I can’t believe have actually happened” but there are so many things it almost feels too overwhelming to do 😂😭

#I’d add there things like: #Aleksi’s spooky stream and him texting Olli in the middle of the night and him answering immediately 😭 #and then Olli helping Aleksi to find spooky stories/things and ending up sending him a horror trailer of Disney’s frozen 😭😭😭😭 #I’d also add there Aleksi reading a comment which said he is straight and him stopping reading it immediately when he realized what it said #because I haven’t stopped thinking about that #and ALL the Aleksi’s little and not-so-little Olli smiles and Olli’s Allu smiles 🥺 #and Aleksi staying and posting a pic from Olli’s place 👀 #oh and the Posse shower thing because they were clingy as hell and looked like an actual couple #and when Olli picked Aleksi up and he automaticly wrapped his legs around him (of course) because what the fuck was that 😭😭😭 #AND!! Niko talking about them on Twitter and saying he’d get banned if he told what Aleksi did to make Olli room with him 🤨🤨 #(or something like that) #I could continue this forever #so yeah! as I said there are way too many things and apparently we get more all the time 😭 (not complaining though) #please ignore all the typos I’m so tired lol

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

on the one hand i hate to have my routine disrupted but on the other hand getting home at 7pm and eating cake in my underwear is pretty fun

#my friend and i went to the market and we started talking to this old woman running a vintage clothing stall #and we started talking to her at maybe 12:30 at the latest and we stayed there until *4pm* #i was like hmm i'm kinda hungry and i checked the time and it had been THREE HOURS like yeah no shit #no wonder i was hungry and my legs hurt and i needed to piss #she was a super interesting person so the time flew by #but yeah bc of that we had lunch at 4pm which is super late for me and i eventually got home at 7pm #so i'm not really hungry for dinner #but i did also get cake so 👀 #and i'm in my underwear bc why not #i do get kinda stressed when i don't eat three square meals a day but. this cake is good #🧃

[octoagentmiles]

do you have any hcs for barnacles and dashi ? I'm rewatching it and many episodes start with the two of them in the main area , oftentimes there's a third person involved but it's always the two of them so they must spend alot of time around each other :O 10 / 10 bonding

Had to think hard about this since Dashi's role in the main series is so small—but you're actually so right 👀 10/10 buddies 👍

You'll get my headcanons I promise but first you gotta listen to me infodump, okay? Deal:

I personally headcanon that Dashi was one of the first Octonauts, she hasn't been around a super long time- but at least long enough that she was probably around for the first Octopod, and that would give her and Barnacles (and the other OGs) plenty of time to get close.

We know Inkling canonically founded the Octonauts, but I imagine that it was actually Barnacles who picked out the crew—over various fateful encounters (Kwazii, Peso), or already knowing them (Tweak)—with the two exceptions of Dashi and Shellington.

Shellington heard about them through the kelp vine by pure chance, and got himself a job via determination. Then, at some point—he recommended Dashi to Barnacles or Inkling, and got her a position as an intern. (He knew her through her photography; she took pictures for him once or something like that.)

I also headcanon they weren't called The Octonauts yet at that point. I headcanon that Dashi came up with the "Octonauts" name during her first few days, and they kept it. (Coincidentally, the first Octopod crashed during those first few days. T'was completely unrelated, I promise 😅)

Fast forward: I've been thinking about Dashi in AnB a lot lately, and the one question that keeps coming up is: "Why did Barnacles make her the Captain of the Octoray?"

They haven't addressed it in the show yet, and it felt a little bit like the writers just wanted her to Do Something, y'know? So I went back to rewatch some of her main series episodes, and this scene from The Surfing Snails stuck out:

This scene shows how much he trusts her. He trusts her to make the right calls, and to be careful. He shows this trust in her again in the Wild Windstorms:

"...I'm ready for this!"

"I know you are, Dashi."

I REALLY wish they had spent more time giving her some kind of arc, showing this trust being built. She absolutely deserved an arc like Peso's, where we could've seen her growth and her bond with Barnacles getting stronger. It would've made the Octoray thing make much more sense, and I would've loved to actually SEE her evolution from "getting stuck in a whale shark" to "inventing stuff with Tweak" to the level of respect that Barnacles clearly has for her in S4 and Beyond, but instead it feels like all that stuff happened off-screen.

I also wanna point out real quick; that Dashi is one of the select few characters to ever call Barnacles by his first name only. This is something that the writers frequently use to emphasize closeness between Barnacles and someone else (Kwazii, Natquik, etc), and Dashi has done it twice. I'll admit I thought it was an error the first time, but then I caught her doing it again in Sac Actun. SO CLEARLY THEY ARE CLOSE. YES? WE AGREE. YES.

ok I'm done. pleasure doing business with you 🤝

*slams hands down on table* MISC. HEADCANON TIME ‼️ (which technically, could all totally be canon until the writers finally decide to give us real information ✨)

She has 100% read ALL of his books and journals, at least twice. Sometimes he gives them to her so she can beta read them, and she's also helped edit a few.

She has written her own journals, mostly in the form of scrapbooks, that she shares with him too. He has a first edition signed copy of one of them.

She made friendship bracelets for everyone on the ship after the Octopod was rebuilt, and he keeps his on his desk. It's still in mint condition.

I feel like at least ONE of the cameras in her collection was a gift from him.

She is trained on how to steer the Octopod manually. Considering the only two on board at the time who knew how to do it were Barnacles and Tweak—her showing slight interest was the only convincing he needed to teach her.

Sadly, she's never needed to use this skill. Yet.

She learned how to play harmonica when he decided to learn accordion, so they could duet together, but she got the hang of it much faster than he did.

They work out together sometimes. She's much stronger than she looks—and has won an arm wrestling match against him at LEAST once. She's also beat him in a foot race; it was almost a very close tie, and she needed to lay down for an hour after—but she did it. He will never live either of these down.

They definitely gossip in HQ sometimes, when it's just the two of them.

#*very long dramatic exhale* i have so many thoughts about dashi. anyway- #octonauts #dashi octonauts #captain barnacles #please excuse the slightly off captions in the surfing snail images - they came like that in the clip and i didn't feel like redoing them #also i forget what episode had dashi calling barnacles his first name for the first time 😭 that's why i didn't specify- #but i DO vividly remember it so i didn't imagine it i promise hgdjfk <3 #it was in like s1 or 2 (p sure 1) and she was in the octopod trying to get a hold of him in the gup-a like ''dashi to barnacles?'' etc etc #but anyway: PLEASE anb give us a barnacles and dashi episode!! show us their friendship 🙏🙏 i beg #also this post is Not Ship. i mean idk what anon's intentions were- but as far as i go this is Not Ship 👍❌ ty <3 #dashi beat barnacles in an arm wrestling match back in her early days when she still had Strong Cave Diving Arms™ #but the foot race was more recent. all the octonauts have strong legs from all the swimming they do but dashi's also a SURFER so 👀 #i feel like these tags end abruptly but idk what else to say so 🤲🤲 you've reached the end of the post‚ have a nice day 👋👋 #the end #le fin #<3

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#Doodles #Deltarune #Spamton #I guess Pink is technically there too #Pink Addison #Dangit I really should've written down my original haphazardly made-up headcanons while I was deep in the paint lol #I do at least remember not really showing much interest in acid theory(?) or anything I was just off in my own weird little corner lol #I have no idea how much overlap or lack thereof there is but it's fiiine I'm just here for funsies #I do remember the basics! Let's start there it's a good place to start lol #The first two were just headcanoning around Add clothing - either shoes that match pants or something like leggings #And then a jacket right over their chests no undershirt or anything #Spamton texture stim headcanon? Maybe 👀 Is that why he switches to a turtleneck under a similarly cut red jacket? Maybe 👀 #Pink's not super sympathetic haha #And then the colour sets in ♪ #One idea that's definitely stuck with me is something along the lines of Acceptance of Change or some such - othering oneself #The more distant he feels from the Addisons the more his changes ''take'' if that makes sense #Feeling like a black sheep? Hair more readily accepts the black dye #I left it in a caption but I really liked my description of ''Increase opacity for every inch you fall from grace'' :)c #There's also something to his legs and feet morphing into one shape like how the pants/shoes of the Addisons' outfits look I think hmm ♪ #I do overall like the last one but I do wish I'd made his glasses black with little pink and yellow eyelid indications instead haha #Ah well - next time