Ough have Octonauts art, including some of my au designs and my OC
I'm thinking about making an ask blog for my Octonauts au what y'all think

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Ough have Octonauts art, including some of my au designs and my OC
I'm thinking about making an ask blog for my Octonauts au what y'all think
"I'm right here with you, Cap'n."
@urautismdiagnosis-wistie has infected me w the Barnacles/Kwazii qpr brainrot so this happened. They are the bestest friends in the whole world!
Bonus:
What's your weak spot when you're being patted or scratched?
Hm?
Oh, I don’t have any. Captains don’t have weak spots. Not like I would want to be pet or scratched anyways.
*Kwazii reached us and starts scratching under his chin.*
“K-Kwaz-… Kwazii…. Stop that…” *tail wagging and blush forms on cheeks.*
“No weak spots, huh?”
“I…” *Squirms slightly so Kwazii’s hand is over the perfect spot* “I hate you…”
Working on an octonauts fanfic
In summary, the Octonauts get captured by Kwazii’s old crew- who aren’t the best people
It’s not posted anywhere yet, but I had to share this one paragraph because it’s genuinely my favorite thing I’ve ever written. And no, you don’t get context cause I’m evil >:)
Face the wrath of Starry the Evil!! Hahahahaha!!!!
Its a little cringe
It was honestly a beautiful night. A little past 11pm, the sky looked like the gods had draped a sparkling dark navy shawl over the rounded shoulders of the earth, the diamonds embroidered on it twinkling as if teasing you with how pretty they were. The stars were bright, reflecting the glow of the full moon filling the sky like a disco ball illumating the ballroom that lady night danced in. The lights of the port made the water around them shimmer dully, the tide lapping against the shore before receding back into the ocean. A cool, salty breeze flowed through the air, combing through Kwazii’s fur in an attempt to keep the cat from overheating. The sound of the waves crashing against the docks created a steady rhythm for Kwazii to sync his breathing to, seeming to be the only thing keeping him conscious. In. Out. In. Out. Since when was it so hard to breathe?
happy pride with the octonauts!
(Separate versions under the cut)
Pyjamas? On.
Hats? Also on.
Awake despite the time? Yes.
Slippers? Boots? Also also on(Can't show the fans the feet or else they will do horrible things. But Peso's little flippers are fine ig)
Maybe some Kwazii and Barnacles (familial relationship) hurt/comfort or fluff headcanons? :3 take your time !!
Kwazii and Barnacles + Reader Hurt/Comfort Headcanons (Platonic)
I wanna create more art of my oc x canon, but artblock is a bıtch. So, can y'all give me ideas
Some more info + their kids