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kelpiemomma · 1 year

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It was a knock at the door that pulled Ingo out of a deep slumber.

It was not frantic, not a sound that had him leaping out of his bed in a panic, but it was firm. Insistent. It compelled him to emerge from the warm comfort of his blankets, piled and wrapped atop of a straw bed to block the chill of the night, and to the thin wooden door blocking the chill and snow. He stumbled in the dark, tripping over smoothed wood and catching himself on the wall of the hut. His hand grasped the coat he’d hung up before crawling into bed and he pulled it down, wrapping it around himself like a protective cloak. Still with no light, and no real thought process beyond answer the door, Ingo pulled it open.

“How may I-” he began the sentence through a yawn, cut off midway by the sight before him.

The ground was lit by the moon in the sky, bright enough that Ingo could clearly see the person who had woken him up. It was impossible to determine an immediate gender so Ingo didn’t even bother to try. Whoever they were had long hair, a light gold that nearly appeared white in the moonlight. They had a long, stern nose with a flat bridge. Their gaze was flat and serious, lips thin as they stared down - very, very far down - at Ingo. At full height Ingo was a few inches taller than those around him within the village, but this person made him feel like a child. If his head came up to their chest he would be surprised. They were dressed in what appeared to be an old-fashioned white robe, the wind carrying across the valley lifting it gently before placing it back down as though it was the most delicate fabric. Intricate golden details laced the trim. Perhaps it was the sleep but it seemed to Ingo’s mind that the trim was… moving. One moment he thought there was a sun rising over a valley, and in the next it seemed to be some sort of battle between two pokemon. Hands appeared and disappeared, a wave of appraisal and worship before sinking down into a wave.

Rubbing his eyes to clear the odd sight - and upon second glance, the delicate lace no longer slipped through design - Ingo took a second look. Their height had not decreased at all but he was able to notice something new. Something that, somehow, he had missed in his awed staring. The person’s arms were wrapped around their chest in a cradling position. A blanket, the color of which he’d never seen before, was swaddled tightly. Though the hold was confident there was also a looseness to it that sent alarm bells ringing through Ingo’s mind, waking him up further. As he opened his mouth to speak the bundle moved, a tiny fist raising itself from the blanket and pounding on the person’s chest. Barely a moment later, a piercing cry erupted from the blanket as well. The stranger did not blink. They barely seemed to notice the noise at all. Their hooded green gaze had not left Ingo’s face.

“Is that- are you carrying a child? Are you hurt? Are they hurt? Here, please- come inside, I’ll get a fire started! It’s awfully cold tonight; a baby shouldn’t be out in this weather.” Ingo reached out impulsively, grasping for a sleeve and ending up with an arm ful of wailing baby. He pulled the child close to his chest in surprise, looking down into light eyes full of tears. The infant hiccuped through their tears, arm waving furiously. He grasped the limb gently to protect his own face only for his hand to be pulled down towards the babe’s face. They immediately began gnawing on his fingers, the wail dying gradually as they found something to occupy themself. The cold was forgotten.

Something clicked into place.

“Warden Ingo,” the person before him finally spoke, pulling Ingo’s gaze reluctantly away from the baby, “I leave her to you.”

“I’m sorry? I’m- I’m not a Warden? I'm just- a guest. Why are you- are you leaving? Are you leaving your child behind?” Anger rose in his chest. Was this infant being abandoned? Directly into his arms?!

“She was never meant to join this world. She was not part of my plan. I heard the world cry and there she was.”

“Do you need help? If you can’t raise her on your own you may join the village, I’m sure. They would be willing to take in a parent in need!”

“I am not her parent. I brought her into existence but she is not mine. She never has been and never will be.” There was a darkness in the person’s eyes, a bitter sort of anger laying under those words. They were sharp, pointed enough that the baby wiggled in Ingo’s arms and let out a high-pitched whine. Immediately he rubbed their - her? - cheek, the whine slipping into a gurgle. His fingers were pulled and tugged on until the baby managed to slip a fingertip into their mouth, chewing on his limb. Ingo’s gaze never left the person’s before him, though they finally dared to look away from him. Their flat expression became something like a sneer as they looked down before it was schooled into disinterest once again.

“As you were never meant to be here either, I leave her to you. I would bid that you take care not to lose her and do not tell others where she came from.” The person slid their hands into their sleeves, the gold filigree flashing blindingly bright as the sleeves made contact. Ingo turned away to block his and the child’s eyes. “Not even I know where she may end up next time.”

When the light faded and Ingo could look again the person was gone. He took several steps forward, looking around to try and see where they had vanished to, but not even the snow gave a hint at what direction the person had gone in. Only the moon looked down at Ingo, the light solemn and soft. He turned his gaze to the infant in his arms; cheeks were being carelessly bitten by the wind and turning red, eyes wrinkled up in discomfort and watery, but his finger remained chewed on. Despite the infant’s abandonment, they didn’t appear disturbed. In fact they appeared… content. As the chill nipped insistently at Ingo’s bare feet, driving him back into his hut to pull the door shut, so did the baby’s eyes. They let out a gurgling noise, grip tightening on Ingo’s fingers, and then they began to snore.

Ingo rubbed his face, trudging back towards his bed. There were things he needed to do and yet- something pushed him towards the blankets. He pushed them to the side, keeping the infant in one hand while removing his long coat. Using it and a blanket he created a nest to cradle the little one in. As he set the child inside, covering them with one of his sleeves, they sighed in what he could have mistaken for content. One chubby fist grabbed the wristband of his coat while the other migrated to the infant’s mouth, thumb settling into place as though it belonged there. Half awake and half aware, Ingo prepared his own blankets upon his straw bed. He put the infant between himself and the wall, and then hesitated before moving them between himself and the opening of the room. Then he hesitated again- the wall would be colder, but perhaps safer, right? If the baby was facing the room it might roll out of the blankets and fall off the bed. It wasn’t a long drop by any means, but still! He swapped the child to the other side once again, wrapping another blanket around and over the nest, and then laid there.

What had just happened? Where had the baby’s parent gone? They had said they weren’t, but where else could it have come from? Had it been stolen?

Despite his concern that these thoughts would keep him awake, another force pulled Ingo’s eyelids down and he drifted off to sleep.

It was a knock at the door that pulled Ingo out of slumber.

The sound was quick and heavy, quickly joined by a voice.

“Mr Ingo! Are you awake?”

It was not so much a genuine question as much as it was a wakeup call. One that he was used to at this point. Several months among the Pearl Clan had helped him come to understand not only their language but their habits- he was needed, and so they were waking him.

Sunlight warmed the wooden floor as Ingo slipped out from under his blankets and padded across the floor. His head felt fuzzy and he felt a little confused; his jacket was not hanging up where he had put it the night before and there was a small snowdrift on one side of the door. He looked at it curiously, trying to figure out where it had come from, as he opened the door.

Irida stood before him, her gaze slightly narrowed and her brows drawn tight. Rather than angry he could see the stress in her expression, the way she held herself. He wondered what had happened.

“Good morning, Miss Irida.” ingo said. “How may I be of help?”

“Mr Ingo, it’s almost afternoon. We had a large amount of snowfall last night and need your help. Since you’re an early riser we thought you had already gone out- are you ill to have slept so long?” She asked. “We can’t have anyone else getting sick not so soon after the last wave!”

Ingo blinked, shaking his head and raising a hand. He had arrived, lost and freezing, to the Pearl Clan at the tail end of a lingering sickness. Though he had been cold he had also been healthy and immediately stepped in to help the recovering clan; distrustful members had warily guided the confused man around the territory to gather berries and check game. They doubted his memory loss but couldn’t afford to deny his aid. To many he had been a necessary evil. To some, he still was. To Irida, who was still young but in the running to lead the clan, he was a goal.

“I apologize, Miss Irida. I woke up last night after having a very strange dream. It must have taken me a while to fall asleep, if I indeed slept until noon. I will get ready to help.”

He went to close the door so he could dress, sighing out, “the moon was so bright it seemed to be daylight.”

Irida shot him a look.

“Mr Ingo, there was no moon at all last night.” She stated. “It’s why we didn’t see the amount of snow until this morning, despite the watch.”

Ingo froze.

“No,” he said slowly, “no, there very much was a moon. In fact, there was a person as well. They-”

From his bed came a piercing wail. Ingo froze and Irida jumped.

“Mr Ingo,” she said after a moment of listening to the crying child, “is that a baby?”

Pulled out of his panic by her words Ingo rushed to pick the child up. A terrible smell greeted his nose as he removed the baby from the nest of blankets and coat.

“There was a moon,” he said as he stared at the crying child, “it was full and bright, and-”

“Moon later, baby now.” Irida said, taking the infant from his hands. She paused, and then glared at him. “Baby explanation later, baby cleanup now. Where do you keep your changing supplies?”

“She was a… a gift,” Ingo replied dumbly; somehow it felt like the right description, “I have nothing.”

Irida stared at him in complete confusion and irritation before she sighed.

“Baby explanation later, finding the baby new nappies and…. ergh, new clothes now.” She exited his hut with the wailing child. As if pulled by a string Ingo followed, barely slipping his shoes on before stumbling into the soft snow that had yet to be cleared from in front of his home. He ignored the stares as Irida marched - baby held in front of her like a shield - to the home of Calaba. The old Warden was opening the door before they were within ten feet of the house, watching them approach with barely concealed displeasure. She allowed them in with pursed lips and the shake of her head.

Ingo dreaded to know what she was thinking.

As he watched Irida strip the infant to clean her, all the while narrating what she was doing as if Ingo was paying that much attention, one set of words caught his ear.

“I’m sorry, Miss Irida, I am- I am a little… a little off course. Could you please repeat yourself?”

She shot him an irritated glare over her shoulder. This one was truly angry with him; he would be sure to get an earful later. Though she was mostly fair she was also a hot-headed young woman determined to become the next lead of the clan. It was possible this had just hurt her chances.

“I said, Mr Ingo, what’s her name?”

“Her name?” He repeated, “I- I don’t know. They… she didn’t come with a name.”

“They normally don’t,” Calaba snapped from behind him, “which is why their parents give them one. She may be a little young for a name yet- she doesn’t look that old. You moved awfully quick Mr Ingo.” Her tone left no room for doubt- she believed that he had impregnated someone and left them, only for them to return the favor and deposit the baby on his doorstep.

“Warden Calaba, she’s not mine. Someone- someone stopped by last night, in the full moon, and gave her to me. Surely one of the watch noticed them!” He turned to her in an attempt to defend himself. Calaba snorted and crossed her arms.

“It was a new moon, Mr Ingo. There was no light at all. Perhaps you made your own light- did you track someone down and take their child?”

“I would never! That is- that is a horrible thing to insinuate, Warden Calaba, regardless of your affection or lack thereof for me! There were no footprints outside my door, were there? I couldn’t have gone anywhere!” He spun to face Irida. She was tying a new diaper onto the baby, ignoring the wails in her ears.

“With the amount of snowfall last night, footsteps would’ve disappeared quickly Mr Ingo.” She answered sorrowfully. She was loathe to agree with Warden Calaba and her harsh tongue.

“Do you believe I stole this child?” Ingo demanded of her.

Irida finished wrapping the infant, handing her back to Ingo. Only once she was in his arms, face buried in his chest as she gripped his tunic tightly with chubby fists, did she quiet. WIth her wails ceased the silence prevailed in the room as Ingo stared at Irida, who looked between himself and Calaba. If the warden didn’t like her, her chances of achieving leadership would drop even further.

“No,” Irida finally said, “in all the time you’ve been here, you haven’t come off as that sort of person, regardless of how others have seen you. But the baby-”

“I don’t know where she came from. I awoke to a knock at my door last night and someone gave her to me. They did not introduce themselves, only told me not to lose her, and then they left. I thought it was a dream until she began to cry after soiling herself.” Ingo said firmly. He turned to look at Calaba as he spoke, meeting her impassive gaze firmly. There was a tense moment until she grunted and looked away.

“So a mystery person dropped a baby onto a stranger’s lap.” She muttered.

“I’ll organize a search party,” Irida said, “a couple. If they were around last night then they must be nearby- the snow was falling much too heavy and quickly for them to have gotten far.”

Ingo understood the insinuation- they were, most likely, looking for a corpse.

“Until then… we should find her a home with a wetnurse, and-” Irida went to take the child from Ingo despite having just deposited her back into his arms. He tightened his grip just as Irida’s hands clasped onto her sides. Feeling the other touch the baby began to scream. Irida immediately stepped back, covering her ears, while Ingo turned away and rocked from side to side. She quieted after a few moments, gurgling quietly against his chest once more. Ingo and Irida looked at each other. She reached out to take the baby again. Ingo didn’t tighten his grasp this time, slightly holding her away from him, but as soon as Irida touched her she opened her mouth to scream once more.

Irida stepped back, expression turning to confusion. “She won’t let me take her.” She said.

Calaba scoffed.

“She’s an infant. Give her here, she’ll quiet down if you just hold her a moment.” She demanded.

Ingo reluctantly handed the baby over. Just like with Irida, as soon as Calaba had a hold of her she began to shriek her displeasure. Calaba pulled her close and began to rock her as Ingo had, but as the minutes passed on the shrieking turned to sobs. Like the night before the baby raised her fists, pounding on Calaba’s chest to express her displeasure. One of them must have nailed the older woman well because she let out a surprised breath, her arms’ hold weakening momentarily. Ingo was there in a heartbeat, reaching out to take hold of the girl.

Once she was back in his arms she began to grow quiet, wrapping a hand in his tunic as her sobs turned to crying, turning to whines that quieted into hiccuping breaths as he rocked her. Her teary eyes met his gaze with an unexpected intensity. She held onto his tunic in a way that, were she an adult, Ingo would believe to be some desperation. Don’t let me go, she seemed to be begging, don’t let them take me away!

I won’t, Ingo thought back, I won’t let them take you. I promise.

“Well,” Irida said after a moment, “I believe that she wishes to stay with Ingo.”

“Hmph. She’ll still need a wetnurse unless he’s hiding milk behind that tunic.” Calaba said the words dismissively. “He’ll also need to learn how to change her, and get her clothes, and-”

“Akari.” Ingo said, breaking the sentence.

“Who? We don’t have an Akari in the village. Is that her mother?” Irida asked, approaching. She kept a distance from the baby, preparing to step back in case the screaming started once more. Wrapped in Ingo’s arms the baby met her gaze placidly.

“No. It’s… her. Her name.” Ingo trailed a finger from the girl’s forehead, where small wisps of dark hair were already threatening to fall in her face, down over her nose. She smiled and giggled, wrapping a hand around Ingo’s finger and shaking it. Ingo couldn’t help but think she must feel excited.

“Her name is Akari.”

#Pokemon legends Arceus #PLA #Irida #Ingo #Akari #After encasing myself in dad and found dad media I had an idea #I mean I have my own lol PLA universe which includes my OCs but #I haven't touched it bc reasons but honestly #Fuck it we ball. New series with 0 pressure for me lol #Other things are still a wip but I also needed to practice uploading on AO3 #Some things did not load as they should so there is that issue...#Not a big problem with 3k words but uh.#I don't want to be combing through 20k to fix italics and stuff #Esp on such a small and limited screen #Anyway I'm rambling now. Here's some fic. Have some infant Akari #Arceus is a deadbeat dad (they're upset Akari screamed as soon as they picked her up)#(Arceus is like 'why does she not immediately love me? Time to re-home her')#Haven't decided the exact behavior of Arceus in this one but at the very least they're not as malicious as they are in #Like 99% of my other fics (sorry. I like naughty bad god Arceus)#Uhhhh personal tagging for tracking hmmmm....#OBF series #That'll do pig. That'll do.

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octoagentmiles · 2 years

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Recap on all octonauts. I only know of the bear and the penguin.

Sure okay so--

The polar bear is Captain Barnacles. He's brave, strong, has big dad energy, and repressed emotions. He loves his crew more than himself, and would do anything for them. He has a dramatic past that the creators of the show never talk about, but the fandom is obsessed with: If you see someone mention "the Manitoba"; that's what that's about. He has VERY little self-preservation skills, and gets injured a lot, but brushes it off all the time like “I’m fine guys, really, I was struck by only a small bolt of lightning, it’s no big deal.” (This literally happens.)

The penguin is Peso. He's the medic, and the newest member of the team. He has anxiety, but he's very brave when it comes to rescuing any creature that may be hurt. He goes through a lot of good character development, involving him learning to be more confident in himself, and love himself more. Random fact about him: There are two English versions of the show. The UK version, which is the original, and the US dub. The US dub gives Peso a Mexican accent, while the UK Peso has a light British accent. This confuses a lot of people who are used to one version of him, and randomly end up hearing the other.

Kwazii is an orange cat, and he's a pirate. The fact that he's a pirate is interesting because pirates in this universe are seen as scary and mean, but Kwazii is very kind and soft, and this affects him all the time. Despite being an Octonaut, he gets attacked for being a pirate by the creatures he tries to help. He's also the lieutenant of the Octonauts; he and Barnacles have a very close relationship. He loves to tell monster stories, and go on exciting adventures.

Tweak is a green bunny, so she's a bit hard to miss. She's the crew's engineer; she built the entire Octopod and all of their GUPs. She lives and spends most of her time in the Octopod's launch bay, which is where her workshop and her bedroom is as well. She's almost always tinkering away, working on new inventions that'll help the rest of the crew save creatures on their missions-- she rarely goes out on missions herself, because she's usually busy making sure the ship doesn’t fall apart. Barnacles and her are old friends.

Shellington is a sea otter. He's the Octonauts' official Marine Biologist and Scientist, and the Octonauts Fandom's official Comfort Character. He's extremely autistic-coded, intelligent, and can ramble on about sea creatures for hours. He's clumsy, and the only Octonaut who can't drive a GUP, but that doesn't usually hinder him too badly, and the other Octonauts have a lot of respect for him. He has a poor sense of danger-recognition, and that gets him into trouble sometimes, but his friends are always there to help him out. He also discovered the Vegimals, and (as of the main series) is the only one who can understand their language.

The Vegimals are half-vegetable-half-fish creatures that don't make any biological sense, but nobody questions it and everyone loves them. The main Vegimal is named Tunip: He's the yellow one. The others are Codish (pink), Grouber (purple), Barrot (orange), Tomminow (red), Halibeet (blue), and Pikato (green). The last two aren't as involved in the show as much, but they're still there, usually in the background.

Dashi is a brown dachshund dog. She’s the IT, and she’s in charge of controlling the whole ship; so she spends most of her time in HQ doing stuff on the computers. She’s a photographer as well, and secretly a huge daredevil who’s very willing to risk her life for cool pictures. Her introductory episode involves her “accidentally” swimming inside a whale shark’s stomach to get a picture of it. She also jumps off the back of a manta ray mid-air for similar reasons, spends a week half-alone in the Mariana Trench, and flew straight into a giant hurricane (multiple times). She has an Australian accent in the UK version, and an American accent in the US dub.

Professor Inkling is (supposed to be) a dumbo octopus, but he can breathe air and stuff. Nobody questions this either. He’s an old man who founded the Octonauts as a whole, and he’s an academic who spends most of his time in the Octopod’s library. He almost never goes out on missions because dumbo octopus are very fragile, so it’s dangerous for him to leave the ship. He also has trouble getting around (because octopus are not supposed to walk on land), so he uses a mobile chair. Big grandpa vibes. He’s also a lot cooler than he seems; very underrated character tbh.

Those are all the Octonauts! But there’s also many “Octo-Agents” in the spin-off series Above and Beyond, so in case you ever decide to watch that; here’s a brief recap on them too: (under the cut)

Paani is a macaque monkey, and is exclusive to AnB. He has a very similar personality to Kwazii, but less piratey. He’s a hydrologist, and really, really, likes water. Canonically eats bugs.

Professor Natquik is an arctic fox. He was Barnacles’ childhood mentor and role model, before he went missing for 20 years in Antarctica (long story). We first meet him in the Operation Deep Freeze special.

Tracker is a polar bear, and another one of Barnacles’ childhood friends. He runs an emergency radio post in the Arctic, which he was trained for by Barnacles himself. He’s a polar scout, and very smart, but he’s more of a follower than a leader. We first meet him in Operation Deep Freeze as well, but he doesn’t have a very big role in it. Most of his development is done in AnB.

Calico Jack is Kwazii’s grandfather; a seasoned pirate with a peg leg and parrot on his shoulder. He was presumed dead after going missing along the Amazon River for 20 years (really long story), until he and Kwazii reunited in the Amazon Adventure special. (His parrot is named Pete, btw. He’s great, we love him.)

Ranger Marsh is Tweak’s dad; a green bunny with a brown mustache. He is a Florida Man, who lives down in the swampy everglades. He’s also very “traditional”, and doesn’t always approve of Tweak’s inventions, but tries to always be supportive of her, anyway. We first meet him in the Great Swamp Search special.

Min is a red panda, and she’s an old friend of Professor Inkling’s. She’s a mapmaker, she makes maps. She’s also very athletic for a woman in her 60s, possibly 70s. We actually first meet her in a Season 5 special, “The Giant Chinese Salamander”, which doesn’t exist in English yet. Season 5 so far has only aired in China, which has caused some continuity issues between the main series, and Above and Beyond. It’s unknown when it will release worldwide.

Pearl is Shellington’s older sister. She (usually) protects her kelp forest home with the help of her young son, Periwinkle, but she’s been exploring the world more as an Agent. She’s a scientist/biologist, like Shellington, but her area of study focuses more on sea and marine plants, and algae, etc. We first meet her in the Urchin Invasion episode.

Ryla is a wombat with pink bangs. She’s a professional cave diver, and friend of Dashi’s. Before Dashi was an Octonaut, she and Ryla explored caves together. Ryla wrote a book on cave diving (also referred to as “THE book on cave diving”.), which Dashi helped take pictures for. We first meet her in the Caves of Sac Actun movie.

Koshi is a “Junior” Octo-Agent, because she’s not old enough to be a real Agent yet. She’s Dashi’s younger sister, who’s very obsessed with mystery books and being a detective. She’s always trying to find new cases to solve with her big sister. We first meet her in the Kelp Forest Mystery episode.

Pinto is a Junior Agent too, and Peso’s younger brother. Big ADHD vibes. Hyperactive, constantly distracted, and fairly impulsive. He looks up to the Octonauts and his big brother a lot, and really, REALLY wants to be a real Agent, or even an Octonaut himself. Sadly, he’s a bit too reckless to be trusted with that responsibility quite yet, but he’s working on it. We first meet him in the Kelp Forest Rescue episode.

#octonauts #tried to stick to canon as much as possible for ya :)#infodump go brr #there are many episodes w the words ''kelp forest'' in them so i had to double check for pintos ep but i was right dw lol #long post #i always feel like im forgetting someone when i talk about the agents #but im 99% i got them all #its probably bc my brain wants to talk about bianca so badly lmaooo. she's barnacles' twin sister but she hasnt shown up in anb yet #for SoMe REasON.#anyway. hope u enjoy this :)

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