Hidden No Longer

Octoling Agent 3 blog, penned by Pix. icon art by @twoscooters. follows from octoling-hub. Current M!A: nothing! feel free to do a thing!

[octoling-hub-blog]

… oops.

i don’t think i will be returning to this blog.

I did come here to say something, though.

Moon- you know, my octo agent 3- will be moving to her own blog, separate from these guys on this account. she’ll be on an ask blog, and generally less of an rp focus. i have revised her history a little bit, to make it less demonize-y of the octarian folks.

makes her a bit in the wrong too, yes?

she will probably have the same blog name as the one she has here- octo agent 3. i just need to transfer over the coding of the blog to that new one, so like… yeah.

i will reblog this to my octo agent 3 blog before moving. dunno if anyone will be surprised.

[octo-agent-3]

This is kinda inactive now

( well.... yes. I am not back yet- my old laptop, the one i depend on for actually doing the rping properly is not charging, and i am waiting for that to get back to normal first before getting back to rping.

apologies. I don’t wish to let my rp partners down, but it felt natural to stop when my laptop got to be that way.)

[octo-agent-3]

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

Moon let out an awkward little squeak, and she pressed a hand to her face. “I don’t know if- if I need to lay down.” She probably did. They both did, if they were both agent 3, but Moon refused to just lay down in the lap of anybody. She approached the other, staring the other girl in the eye.

Then she turned around and sat down next to Destiny, placing her hands on her own lap. She flicked her eyes over to the other girl, her tentacles twisting. “... So, since you’re new to being an Octoling... do you wish to... learn about the tentacles a bit more?”

[octo-agent-3]

[Bamboo] ‘ can i hold your hand? ’

The question was unexpected, and Moon’s tentacles hopped up with a bit of surprise. Holding hands? Moon looked down at her empty hand, and her hearts skipped a beat. Instead of answering the other, she took the other’s hand in her own.

She looked at Bamboo out of the corner of her eye. “...Is this okay?”

[octo-agent-3]

‘ want me to stay? ’ - nxstymxjesty (Ariel/Agent 8)

@nxstymxjesty

Moon looked up towards the other Agent, her breathing getting a bit less rough. The other’s presence seemed to quell her shakes slightly, and there’s a slight smile on her face visible in the shadows. “...I’d like that.” She whispered, trying not to lift her voice, scared of it shaking. 

“You’re welcome to sit on the bed.” She pat the spot right next to her on the bed.

[octo-agent-3]

Goggles holds out a bouquet of flowers to moon, it's a random assortment red, white and pink roses, detailed with baby's breath. Even some fake chocolate roses stuck in. "These are for you!!"

Moon gasped at the sight of the flowers. She was expecting to just sit in her house alone, or maybe even do some turf while others were doing their own thing, but... Goggles. Moon took the bouquet into her hands, running her claws softly over the petals, catching on the fake chocolate roses.

It was... so much. Especially for her. “Thank you so much, Goggles.” She tilted her head. “What is with the... big gift?”

[pil0tgoggles-deactivated2019081]

‘ want me to stay? ’ - Moon

Goggles would lower his head, his grip on Moon’s sleeve tightening. His cheeks were dusted in a deep shade of blue as he thought. A few seconds later, he looked up to Moon and nodded his head. 

“Yes– can you please stay a little longer? I’m freezing! Haha.” 

It was an excuse to hold onto her a little longer. He hoped that it wasn’t too awkward, but just…Being by her side? It was pleasant. Adjusting the blanket around them, he exhaled. 

“Sorry again, I didn’t know that entire roof of snow would fall on us. Haha–”

[ @octo-agent-3 ]

[octo-agent-3]

Moon shivered again into the blanket, pulling her side slightly more around herself. She- she didn’t know why she asked if she could stay, she was shivering and enjoying the contact and-

Moon inhaled, and tried to wrap her octoling tentacles around some part of Goggles’ arm. At Goggles’ apology about the snow, Moon shook her head. “It’s fine, you couldn’t have predicted that just one tap against the side of it would’ve caused it to fall.” 

She shivered again, and leaned her head onto Goggles’. “At least we’re getting warm.” Despite being very cold due to the snow, Moon still felt... glad? And she was enjoying being connected to Goggles. She laughed. “I really shouldn’t have thrown that rock, huh?

[octo-agent-3]

It's Valentine's day You doing anything special with Sun?

Moon hummed, leaning back in her chair. While her face was decidedly neutral, lips pressed together to keep them flat, her face was also changing shades from its normal tanned white skin to the light blue ink color of her natural ink color. Her tentacles were waving happily. 

“Just staying at home. Sun’s forcing me to take a break.” Moon looked away, tapping her fingers on the desk. “It’s... nice.”

[vhsmeme]

* love ♥ starters

[sxnctuaryxfhexrtsarchive-deacti]

vhsmeme‌:

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

[ace-octo-pix]

“Get this off! Please, please get this off!”

[angelprompts]

send my muse “will you be my valentine?” to see their reaction !

[octo-agent-3]

“....Wh... what is going on?” Moon did not know what to think of this... ‘remixed’ tartar. Sure, she was getting over her grudge of dj octavio... but only just, so the two of them comboed...

... how did this happen, anyway?

[octo-agent-3]

(( i... i believe that’s all i have to reply to here.

Did I forget anyone? ))

[nxstymxjesty-a]

Closed RP

[octo-agent-3]

nxstymxjesty‌:

For a little while, Moon would have no luck. Occasionally, the silhouette of an octoling would be visible in the distance, but as they came closer, they would always turn out to be sanitized. With Commander Tartar slain, the sanitized octarians no longer had any orders to follow, and would initially remain docile as they wandered aimlessly through the facility, but as soon as Moon entered their line of sight, they would become hostile and move to attack. 

However, eventually music could be heard coming from one of the tunnels. It was faint, but the beat was unmistakable. It was the same style as the other tracks that Moon had heard on her previous visit, and was very reminiscent of dedf1sh’s early work. 

The deeper Moon got, the more hostile the attacking Sanitized got. It was likely that these sanitized were meant for defense, sanitized for it, and even without command, would attack. Who were they, before Tartar got them?

Music started to pulse through the air, and Moon paused. Where did that come from? After pacing around, trying to find where the music was stronger, she pinpointed the tunnel it was coming from. She pressed her hero shot to her chest, and pressed a button on her headset, sending a signal that she found something. Just in case.

Moon ran down the hallway the music was coming from, glancing at any door she came across.

[octo-agent-3]

Vixul goes up to moon, sheepish and unsure. "Hey uhmm, I know I talked to you like, once, but I'm kinda new here send still getting my bearings. I-I was wondering, could help show me uhm, show me around?" She shook her head. "I'm sorry it's just, new place, getting used to it, sorry." (Ask-the-vixuls)

@ask-the-vixuls

Moon looked up from her chair, weapon grasped in her hands at the voice. Her grip loosened a little bit at the young (?) inkling, and nodded at her. She was new, once. 

“The city can be confusing.” Moon said, pushing her chair back and standing up. She pushed her chair back in, eyes rising up to the city skyline. “What do you want to look for in this city?” Moon would likely show her the shops first, but wanted Vixul’s input.

[octo-agent-3]

“You were different from the others,but anyways surprise~”

“… Who are you?” Moon asked, raising a brow. Surprise? Different from the others? What was he talking about?

[saniitizeed]

Blank Minds. Blank Slate. A piece of clay, able to be shaped by those who lay a hand on it.

#8045 is a Sanitized Octoling who is new to the city, who is basically robotic at the moment! Their personality is not very… uh… developed, but you can help influence them with your own muses!

Why not give this blog a boost? Might as well see how far this blog can go with developing #8045!