Wait is your four the captain? How did that happen?
YES! YES!! I GOT SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT IT! I WIN!!!!
CLEARS THROAT. OKAY OKAY OKAY IVE HAD THIS ROTATING IN MY HEAD FOR A HOT FUCKN MINUTE AND ILL TRY MY BEST TO EXPLAIN IT IN A WAY THAT MAKES SENSE
OKAY. LETS REWIND ALL THE WAY BACK TO OCTO EXPANSION!!!
so! octo expansion goes all normally, we have our agent 8 fighting through the entire structure to escape, agent 3 gets brainwashed, they have to fight, yadda yadda. you probably know how it goes by now. But here's the thing.
what if i went ahead and changed a tiny thing. just the teensiest detail.
what if instead of spamming splashdowns, tartar decides to use one big fuck off booyah bomb.
"but, didn't booyah bomb come out after octo expansion?"
yes. yes it did. and that's why i chose booyah bomb specifically.
tartar whipped out the idea to use a booyah bomb from some prototypes it found out about after abducting god-knows-who, and used it despite its unstable build. No one, at that moment, knew whatever that was, what it did, how dangerous it was, or anything of the sort. This was some sort of last hurrah, as it knew that this was its last shot at stopping this failure from escaping the facility. And so it exerted Agent 3 into giving it everything he's got. Quite literally, even! It pushed him so hard, he too became unstable while trying to mantain and boost the energy ball.
The Booyah Bomb is thrown with as much power as Tartar could muster out of that creature, pretty much covering most of the arena. Once the ink settles, and Agent 8 gathers his senses, he looks around. Agent 3 is nowhere to be seen.
at no point in canon is sanitized agent 3 properly splatted throughout the fight — you only break their shield, they superjump back to their platform, and you eventually knock them out. you never splat them. so who's to say that, just like agent 8 during the ascent, they don't have a respawn anchor?
That's what I decided to play with here. Agent 3 is splatted with no respawn anchor. Agent 3 is dead.
The rest of octo expansion plays as normal, only that there's no passed out Agent 3 waiting at the helicopter.
Starting from here, Agent 8 becomes affiliated with the NSS through Cuttlefish after breaking the news, feeling like he needs to make it up for the loss they suffered as he feels responsible for it. He grows closer with Agent 4, and eventually they become closer friends, even staying at her place after she invited him once their friendship was more developed. This paragraph is mostly to explain how they know each other and how their friendship started, also explaining why my Agent 8 gives OtH Agent 4's number instead of Cuttlefish.
Okay! Now, back to the point of this ask. I actually had a bit of this typed out in a server I'm in!
[Agent 4] didn't really have a choice when it came to becoming Captain, being the fifth longest-standing member of the NSS after craig, the squisters and agent 3. craig was retiring, the squid sisters were still busy with their inkopolis celebrity scene, and [Agent 3] was dead. so she was the next best option.
she didnt really ask for this in the first place, and yet she accepted out of hopes of being acknowledged. When she was just an agent, the rest of the team didn't keep in touch with her much (except for Agent 8) after the events of OE, and at one point even stopped being called for whenever Callie got the shades on again. Whenever she patrolled, she did it without any previous call, and was rarely acknowledged by the others. She still kept visiting the canyon whenever she could after everyone else had moved on.
even after becoming the "captain", the others didnt usually reach out to her for assistance, and instead tended to act on their own. they never really took her as captain, rarely listening to her. so obviously this whole mess made her feel like absolute dogshit, questioning why she even decided to go through with this.
that title was meant for [Agent 3]. not for her. he was the one that came before her, and was better than her in so many ways. at least that's what the others kept repeating around her.
as much of a punch in the gut being constantly compared to someone else was, she kept pushing to try and make herself known, separate from the other's achievements. which is why she ended up accepting marina's request.
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Student Profile: Scallop (may add more in the future)
Scallop, Prince
Tribe - Seawing
Winglet - Pearl
Colour - Deep Green
Relatives - Princess Tsunami (sister), Princess Anemone (sister), Prince Turtle (brother)
Clawmates - Ochre (Mudwing), Darkstalker (Nightwing)
Favourite subject - Scavengers 101
Least fav. subject - History. Specifically seawing history
Physical characteristics - large, wavey, luminous markings; royal wing markings; average size, slim, can usually be seen wearing jewellery in the shape of three moons on his neck, big scar in the shape of a dragon claw across his face and claw marks along his body caused by Coral
Other characteristics/personality - Straightforward, fidgety, trouble sitting still, loud about what he wants and how he feels (specifically his goal to challenge Queen Coral and take the throne) Can’t take no for an answer, quick to take charge—Doesnt like being told what to do. Has a collection of scavenger items and equipment (including weapons, trinkets and, mostly strange objects that make noise he says scavengers call “instruments''; he has been advised not to bring them to classes), asks lots of questions (not objectionable, however, he often talks over teachers and other students), agitated whenever someone shows support for Queen Coral (monitor in case it leads to aggression, suggest counselling), “According to Queen Coral, Scallop doesn't understand royal seawing succession. She mandates that he takes history classes specifically focused on seawings” - Webs; loves singing and making noise on his "instruments"; vocally talented; Rumours have started to spread that Scallop is a part of the terrorist organization H.A.T.D (Humans Against the Tyranny of Dragons. most likely fake but continue to monitor just in case)
The next member of the Pearl Winglet is probably going to be Ochre (mostly cause I have so much I have to say about him)
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Imagine Your (Touch-Starved, Stoic) F/O
getting distracted by your affection...
You knock softly on their bedroom door...
After a couple seconds they mumble vaguely for you to come in...
They must be reading...
Sure enough you find them sprawled out on their bed,
their face buried in a book...
Without looking up,
they motion you over to them...
"Sorry, I can come back later if..." you start,
but their hand quickly reaches out and grabs your wrist,
gripping you so tightly,
practically pleading for you not to leave,
and even without them looking up at you,
you can feel the longing smoldering in their eyes...
"Okay, okay, I'll stay...
Scoot over for me?"
Begrudgingly they release your wrist,
and again without looking up,
they shuffle over just enough for you to join them on the bed,
your back pressing up against their side as you sit down beside them...
They can't help but inhale audibly when you do,
and though they're the one reading,
you can read them like a book...
They're touch starved again...
They're probably reading so intently to distract themself...
Without saying anything,
you lay your hand ever-so-lightly on the small of their back...
They gasp audibly again,
and you can tell they're trying really hard not to let on how much your touch is affecting them,
worried that if you notice you might stop...
You let your fingers play idly up and down their spine,
and smile to yourself as their breath hitches every time your fingertips brush the base of their neck...
"Sorry I'm distracting you so much, Hon..."
They stifle a squeak in their throat...
"...and before you try to say I'm not,
you haven't turned the page in five minutes..."
They bury their face even further in their book...
"It's okay, Love,
I'm not asking you to admit anything...
You can keep on 'reading' if you like,
but I'm gonna turn up the heat a little,
okay?"
They mumble their assent,
still refusing to look up from their book...
Without further hesitation,
you climb fully onto the bed and straddle their thigh...
They fail to stifle the squeak that escapes their throat this time...
"Just relax...
I know you need this, Hon...
Try not to fight it too hard..."
You press both hands firmly into their lower back...
They come undone at your touch,
nearly losing their grip on their book...
You work your way up their back,
their tension giving way to breathy sighs,
their head periodically drooping as they start to nod off...
By the time you reach their shoulder blades,
they've given up all pretense of reading,
focusing all their remaining efforts on not moaning too loudly...
You spoil these efforts for them too,
leaning forward and pressing your whole body into them,
your hands firmly perched on the tops of their shoulders,
as you nuzzle into the back of their neck...
"Getting tired for me?" you practically breathe into their ear,
then inhale a long draught of the scent of their hair,
heady enough to make you a little dizzy...
It makes them shiver so hard you feel their body shake beneath you...
"Sorry again...
I know this is basically torture for you...
As a reward for putting up with my affection you can sleep on top tonight,
but I'm gonna put you out of your misery and knock your lights out first,
so you don't have be conscious when I finally get to see your face..."
Their sigh of relief is a little louder than you were expecting,
turning into a yawn they don't bother to stifle...
If they're being this cooperative they must've needed this more than you thought...
Right,
induced coma by hairplay it is then...
Your hands slip into their hair,
and any lingering resistance to your affection melts straightaway...
Their body softens,
and sinks into the bed under your weight,
splaying out in total surrender as your meticulous fingertips give them something to dream about...
Before they go totally under,
they weakly reach their hand out toward their nightstand...
You pause a moment,
and realizing what they're saying,
grab the bookmark off the nightstand,
close the book,
and set it comfortably within their reach in case they need it later...
Their last concern assuaged,
they quickly succumb to your touch,
as though eager for what comes next...
You roll over,
pulling them on top of you,
and the blanket along with them,
covering you both...
Good thing too,
because the moment you do,
their limbs instinctively cling to you like a vice grip...
It took your breath away the first time they did this,
but you're long since used to it now...
You stroke their hair again,
and their death-grip relents just enough for you to turn out the bedside lamp...
In the calm dark,
you finally take a moment to admire their face in the moonlight,
Their serene expression your reward for your consummate devotion...
You smile to yourself as you picture the blush that must have painted it earlier...
You're admittedly a little jealous of their book now,
the way they were staring at it...
You could stare at them for hours,
if not for the comforting weight of their body pressing down on yours...
the reassuring pressure of their desperate embrace...
the overwhelming scent of their just-tousled hair...
and the soothing rhythm of their sweet sleep breathing...
all pulling you down into the depths of oblivion with them...
Just before it's your turn to succumb,
you swear you hear them half-mumble-half-breathe your name...
Guess it's your turn to blush, too...
Sweet dreams~
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