#but you know what? see you in headpsace ^^

[merrybloomwrites]

Little Things (Chapter 2)

Summary: It's time for you to leave the shelter to move into your new home with your doms, Harry and Louis. It's a tough transition, but the two of them are there to help you through it.

Word Count: 3.5K

CW: mentions of past abuse, dom/sub au dynamics, mentions of littlespace

Previous chapters: one

AN: Thank you to all who showed interest in the first chapter of this! I've had a lot of ideas in mind for this story and I'm happy to finally be sharing them.

This wasn't supposed to get posted until next Friday but I got impatient and I make the rules, so here it is now! Also I'm finishing the third chapter right now, which is finally all about reader going into little headpsace, and will probably post that tomorrow

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You sit in your room at the shelter, trying not to stress over what just happened. Ms. Emily had brought you to her office where you met two men, two doms named Harry and Louis who were married. She had explained they were looking to adopt a sub. More specifically, they wanted to adopt a little.

And while you technically fell into that category, you knew they wouldn’t want you. Doms looking for littles want someone who is in headspace a lot. And you never slip if you can help it. 

You’ve only gone into your littlespace three times since you were rescued. Ms. Emily was there each time, and she took care of you and always reassured you once you came back up, but you still didn’t like it. You felt like a burden, and you were scared of how you acted. You don’t feel like yourself when you slip. It’s like this whole other person takes over and you just have to watch as she basically possesses your body.

So yea, there’s no way these doms will choose you. Years of abuse have broken you, made you into a bad sub who’s unworthy of love and care.

The afternoon passes with you dwelling on these thoughts. 

Which is why you’re shocked to your core when Ms. Emily comes back and asks if you’d like to live with Louis and Harry. 

“They don’t want me,” you answer.

“Now why would you say that?” she asks.

“I’m not good enough. I’ll never be what they’re looking for. I can’t be.”

Emily wraps her arms around you, and you lean into her. It had taken a while for you to get comfortable with hugs, but she’d worked with you for weeks and now it doesn’t feel so weird. It feels kind of nice to be held by her. 

“Sweetheart,” she begins. “You are good enough. You are worthy of love, Y/N. And that’s what Harry and Louis want to give you.” 

“Wait, what?” You pull back enough to look her in the eyes and say, “What do you mean?”

She smiles and says, “They’d like to adopt you.”

“No way. Why would they choose me?”

“Well they were moved by your story-”

You cut her off to say, “So they know. They know how messed up I am. Do they just feel bad for me? Pity me?”

“No, honey. It’s not that. First of all, you are not messed up. You had a lot of messed up stuff happen to you, but you survived that. And they don’t pity you. But they do see someone deserving of a loving home, and that is what they have to offer.”

“They really want me?” you ask, needing to hear it again.

“Yes, Y/N. They want you. Didn’t hesitate, didn’t need any time to think it over. They met you and knew you were the match for them.” Tears fill your eyes as you listen to Emily. Never before had you been wanted. Your family hadn’t wanted you, the one sub amongst all the older dom siblings. They didn’t love you, just used you to fulfill their sick fantasies. 

But Louis and Harry. They want you. They’re choosing you. And though you’re scared, worried that you’ll disappoint them, hope begins to fill you. For the first time, you may have a true home. So when Ms. Emily asks you again if you want to live with them, you immediately say yes.

You don’t get to go with them right away though. They come back the next day to spend time with you and help you feel more comfortable with them. They’re kind, and gentle, and you like being with them. 

On Friday they come again and this time you leave the shelter with them to go to lunch. It’s weird being out in public, especially when they explain who they are and that they’re famous. This makes you feel nervous, but they reassure you that your safety and privacy is a top priority for them. 

One thing you notice is that they never tell you what to do. You’re always given choices, and they ask you questions, wanting to know your opinion. They let you choose the restaurant and allow you to pick anything off of the menu. 

And while it’s nice that they’re giving you freedom, it makes you a bit uncomfortable. It’s not in your nature to make so many decisions, and truthfully, it has you feeling fatigued. You wish that they’d tell you what to do, make the decisions for you. That’s the way it should be. They’re the doms, and you’re the sub. 

Back at the shelter that night you talk to Ms. Emily about those feelings. She says that you shouldn’t be afraid to tell them about your needs. That they’ll want to listen and do what is best for you. 

You spend the weekend preparing to leave the shelter for good, as you’ll be leaving Monday afternoon to go to Harry and Louis’ home. It’s weird to leave here, as it’s the first place you’ve ever felt safe. But you know that this has always been the goal. To find a permanent home, a family of your own. 

It’s sad saying goodbye to Ms. Emily, but she reassures you that she will keep in touch and you’ll still see her. She’s surprised when you go back for one more hug, but holds you tight for a moment and lets herself feel the pride at how far you’ve already come. 

The boys lead you to the car, where two other people wait. Louis introduces them as a driver and a security guard. You’re wondering if this is normal, and like he can read your mind, Louis adds, “We’re just being extra cautious today. It’s our first time being responsible for someone else, I hope you don’t mind us going a bit overboard.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” you reply.

“Well then, let’s get you home,” Harry says. The three of you slide in the backseat. You’re in the middle squished between the two. Before you can click in your seatbelt, you find Louis has grabbed it to do it for you. It’s a caregiver move for sure, and you once again hope they won’t be disappointed if you’re unable to be little in the way they want. 

It’s a quiet drive, and you sit as still as possible to not bring any attention to yourself. It’s something you’d learned growing up and it’s a hard habit to break.

Finally the car pulls into a long, gated driveway. Based on that, you’re expecting a huge mansion, but you’re pleasantly surprised to see a nice, cute, albeit fairly large, house. Big enough to hold a fair number of people, but not so enormous as to be overwhelming or garish. 

Harry leads you inside while Louis grabs your bag from the car. You stand just inside the doorway, looking around while waiting for instructions from your doms on what to do next, where you’re allowed to go.

It’s a relief when Louis says, “Let’s do a little tour, shall we?”

He and Harry lead you from room to room, starting with all the main spaces downstairs. There’s the living room, kitchen, dining room, library, den, laundry room, and two bathrooms. They also show you the door that leads out to the backyard, and they reassure you that it’s completely private. You peer at the high fence that surrounds the entire property, and for a second you feel uneasy. If something goes wrong, if they’re not as nice as they seem, you’ll be trapped. But you try to push those thoughts away. They’ve been nothing but kind. They’re nothing like your family. They won’t hurt you.

Next you’re led upstairs to be shown all the bedrooms. There’s two guest rooms, Harry and Louis’ room, and then they end with yours. It’s bigger than you’d expected, a large bed and a matching dresser and desk. There’s a bookshelf filled with a mix of novels and picture books. The more you look, the more you pick up on things that indicate this is a room for a little.

The dresser is low, and the top is soft, showing that it doubles as a changing table. There are toys suited for a young child. The bed has removable railings that can be put in place when you’re little to make sure you don’t fall out of bed. And then you notice the camera.

Harry sees you look at it with trepidation and says, “That will only be turned on when you’re little. The rest of the time we’ll keep it off so you can have privacy. It’s just to make sure you’re safe. Is that alright?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” you reply. It makes you more uncomfortable that he’s asking you for your opinion. He’s the dominant here, you’re the submissive. If they wanted to keep a camera on at all times that’s well within their right to do so. It’s strange to you that they keep giving you so many choices, and you wish they wouldn’t. 

“What’s wrong?” Louis asks, picking up on your discomfort.

“Nothing,” you quickly reply, not wanting to seem ungrateful by complaining.

“Why don’t we all sit and chat for a bit?” Harry says.

“Okay,” you reply.

“Would you be more comfortable here or in the living room?” he asks. 

Again with the choices. Even something as simple as that is weighing on you. Before you can control it you’re shouting out, “Please stop!” 

Immediately you’re horrified by your outburst. You’d misbehaved, surely you’re going to be punished, or maybe even sent back. You couldn’t even last an hour without ruining it. You look up in horror and begin to apologize, saying, “I’m sorry. Sir, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t- I don’t know what that was. Please, don’t send me back, I’ll be better.” 

The room is silent for a moment, no one knowing how to handle this situation. 

“Y/N, sit down,” Louis finally says. You do as you’re told, sitting on the edge of the bed. There’s a rocking chair in the corner of the room you’re facing, and Louis sits there, leaning forward towards you. Harry stands between, letting Louis take control from the moment.

“First of all, we will not be sending you back,” Louis says. “You live here now, with us. And while in the future you may be punished for speaking to us like that, you won’t be this time. You’re learning, and this is an adjustment for everyone. Obviously something is bothering you, but we can’t fix that unless you communicate with us. Y/N, please tell us what is wrong.”

“You keep asking me questions. Wanting me to choose things,” you answer.

“And would you rather us make the decisions?” he asks and you nod yes. 

Harry speaks next and asks, “Is it because you think we should be in charge and always tell you what to do?” 

“Well, yeah. Subs aren’t supposed to have freedom. We’re supposed to do what doms tell us to do,” you explain.

Harry moves closer, crouching down right beside you. He looks up, starts to move his hand like he’s reaching for you but decides against it. “Sweetheart, of course you have freedom. We aren’t like other dominants. We don’t believe that you’re less than us. You get to have opinions, you get to have control over your life.”

You listen and think about what he’s saying. It scares you, the idea of running your own life. You imagine what that will be like, how loud and confusing your mind will be trying to figure out what to do, what you want. 

“That’s too much,” you say. “Too much pressure. I could choose wrong. Please don’t make me do that.”

Louis speaks up again and says, “Would you feel better if we made the decisions? Set rules and routines for you to follow?”

You imagine that, simply fulfilling what they tell you to do, and everything goes calm, quiet. Peace washes over you at the thought, and so you answer, “Yes. I want to do as I’m told. It’s in my nature.”

They both smile as you say that. Because you’re right. And they’re proud of you for knowing that and having the courage to express your needs. 

“Then we can do that,” Harry says. “Here’s what we’ll do for now. There’s about an hour until dinner. You stay here for half an hour to settle and then come down to the living room until the food is ready. That way you can get comfortable with both of those spaces. After dinner we’ll sit and go over rules and routines.”

“Yes sir,” you reply. 

“Y/N, I’d like for you to call me Harry. Titles like sir will be reserved for punishments, and we can discuss what you’ll call us when you’re in littlespace. But for the most part, you’re to call me Harry.”

“Same goes for me. Well, no, I mean, call me Louis. It’d be a bit confusing if you were to call me Harry, huh?” Louis says, causing all of you to laugh. The tension breaks and Harry and Louis both stand to leave.

“We’ll be in the kitchen if you need us for anything. You may come find us at any time,” Harry says.

“I’ll drop off your bag in a minute,” Louis says and they both walk out of the room. 

There’s a bathroom attached to your room so you first use that. When you walk back out, your bag is sitting on the bed. You neatly put away what little belongings you have, noticing the dresser and closet are filled with clothes for you. It doesn’t escape you that some are a much younger style, clearly meant for when you slip into headspace. 

Sighing, you close up those drawers and lay on the bed. It’s comfy, soft with lots of pillows and a pretty floral comforter. And it’s a space all your own, something you’ve never had before. You stay there and relax until a timer goes off. You grab it from the bedside table and make your way down to the living room.

Louis is waiting there for you and seeing you enter right on time he says, “That’s a good girl, listening so well to directions. We’d like you to use this time to work on something, either read a book or do a puzzle. Something to keep your mind active. Would you like me to choose for you?”

You think for a minute and reply, “I’d like to do a puzzle. But can you please pick which one?”

“Of course, love,” he says as he walks over to one of the shelves. He looks for a moment then grabs a box and says, “Here, this one’s nice.”

“Thank you, Louis.” 

“I’m going to see if Harry needs my help. You get started on this.”

You sit on the floor in front of the coffee table and begin to pull out the edge pieces. Getting lost in the task, you jump when Harry walks in saying, “Dinner’s ready.” Seeing that he’s startled you he then says, “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to scare you. Did you do all of that in just a few minutes? Good job!”

You’ve completed the entire outline and were starting to sort the inner pieces by shape, a trick one of the other subs at the shelter had taught you. And while you’d made progress, it was only a puzzle. Nothing really to be proud about, but there’s Harry, looking like you’ve solved world hunger. It makes you feel warm inside, this praise that they seem to give quite freely. 

“C’mon, you can leave that here to work on again later. Go wash up and meet us in the dining room,” Harry says. You do as you’re told and the scent that hits you once you get to the table has your mouth watering.

Growing up you’d been fed enough to sustain you. Never anything fancy or particularly tasty. It was for survival, not enjoyment.

The food at the shelter was good, definitely tastier than you’d ever had before.

But this, whatever Harry has made, looks a thousand times better than even the best food at the shelter. The three of you sit and eat, Harry and Louis supplying most of the conversation, which you’re grateful for. When it’s done they tell you to head back to the living room and they’ll meet you after they clean up.

“Can I help clean?” you ask. You feel bad that you haven’t done anything to help so far, and you’re hoping to pitch in now so you feel less like a freeloader. 

“Not tonight love. Later we’ll talk about the different jobs you’ll have around the house, but none of that will start until we’ve all discussed it,” Louis answers. 

“I understand,” you say and turn to head to the living room as you were told. You work on the puzzle more until both Harry and Louis join you. 

“Have a seat there,” Louis says, pointing to the armchair. They sit on the couch across from it, ensuring that you can see both of them clearly for this conversation. 

“It’s become clear that you do well with set boundaries and routine, is that fair to say?” Harry asks.

You nod, and Harry adds, “First rule, always respond verbally unless you’re too young mentally to do so.”

“Yes, sir,” you answer quickly.

“Y/N, you’re not in trouble, you don’t have to call me sir. You’re still learning,” Harry says.

“Let’s go over the rules we have and the schedule we’ve made up for you,” Louis quickly says. 

For the next half hour the three of you talk. They explain all of the expectations they have for you, and give you papers with your rule list and daily schedule so you can keep those in your room to refer to when needed. 

“Of course, all of this will be changed and adjusted when you’re in littlespace, but if you’re old enough to follow a certain rule then you’ll still be expected to follow it,” Louis says after everything is discussed.

You don’t reply, looking down at the papers you’re holding instead.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” Harry asks.

You take a deep breath and begin to explain why that might not happen often. “I don’t go into headspace much. When I was with my family they would just leave me alone and I’d wake up starving and a mess, and well, you can imagine. Or they’d do things to me because I couldn’t fight back. So I trained myself not to slip. Even now I try not to. It scares me to be so vulnerable. So just, please don’t be disappointed if I’m not as much of a little as you were hoping for.”

Neither of them answer you so you finally look up. You’re not prepared to see tears streaming down Harry’s face or swimming in Louis' eyes. Their reactions have you wanting to break down, but you can’t. Not now. Not yet. You look back at the papers in your lap and distract yourself by studying the rules until both doms have stopped their tears.

Louis is the first to speak. “Y/N, we don’t have any sort of expectations for you. If you do slip, or you don’t slip, that’s fine with us. We’re prepared to take care of you no matter what. Your safety and happiness is what matters.” Harry nods along with him to show that he agrees with everything Louis is saying.

“Thank you,” is all you manage to say. For now, you hope that it’s enough. 

“It’s been a long day,” Harry says. “And according to your schedule it’s time to get ready for bed. C’mon, we’ll head up with you.”

The three of you go upstairs, and the boys remain in your bedroom while you get ready in the bathroom. When you’re finished you see that they’ve pulled back the covers, and it looks so cozy and inviting.

“If you’re comfortable with it, we’d like to tuck you in each night,” Louis explains. “We feel it’s a good way for us to connect with you. Plus it just seems like a nice way to wind down at the end of the day.”

“I think I’d like that,” you answer. Sliding into bed, Harry tucks the blankets around you. There’s only a soft lamp on, casting a warm glow to the room. They tell you that you can come to their room if you need them, or you can press a button that’s on the bedside table that sends an alert to their phones. You feel so content and safe knowing that they’ll always be there if you need them. 

Before they go, they each press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wishing you a good night and sweet dreams. It doesn’t take long for you to fall into a peaceful sleep, so content, and for the first time ever, so hopeful for your future.

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AN: Thank you for reading! Like I said, chapter 3 should be out tomorrow! I literally woke up this morning and decided to start it and now it's at 3.5K words and almost finished.

Next chapter here!

[jacksdinonuggets]

~Bandages~

Summary: Can Charlie bandage vaggies hand up from When lute stabbed her in the finale and vaggie age regresses?

Requested by Asher bowls of cereal on Ao3

The day had been exhausting. They had fought and defeated heaven in battle. Tons of exorcists verses a bunch of rando’s, the princess of hell, and all of cannibal town who weren’t even trained in combat. It was so tiring that all Vaggie wanted to do was go to sleep but the stabbing pain in her hand made it hard to make her brain sleepy. The hotel was wrecked so she couldn’t even rest. However, Lucifer offered to let them stay at his palace while they rebuilt the hotel. She would be able to fix up her wounds there. Surprisingly, not many wounds were sustained during the battle. Vaggie might’ve gotten the worst since she had a 1 on 1 battle with lute. Her nose and face still hurt from being smacked into a table two times.

As they were walking towards the palace, Vaggie remembered the feeling of the blade against her bones in her hand. It made her want to puke just rethinking about it. Now that the adrenaline was gone, she had to force herself not to cry out in pain. Gold blood leaked out from her glove and onto the ground as they walked.

Charlie’s dad quickly got everyone set up in their rooms so they could rest. Vaggie and Charlie were allowed to share so they got one of the master bedrooms. Vaggie immediately grabbed the first aid kit and tried to open it, but any sudden movement of her hand made her pain ten thousand times worse. She hissed in pain and dropped the kit, taking her glove off. Some fuzz from her glove made its way into her wounds. Charlie overheard and came rushing in.

“You okay?” she had a concerned look on her face that made Vaggie start to slip.

“Oh my god! What happened to your hand?!” Charlie rushed over and grabbed her hand, looking over it. She could see how deep the wound was. The flesh from the inside was easily seen through the golden blood and bits of it were starting to slowly peak up and out of her hand like little worms.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” She said in a loud voice that kind of scared Aaggie. She was already teetering between headpsaces, now was not the time for yelling

“I w-was going to tell you-”

“Yeah, just like how you were going to tell me about being an angel and then waited until Adam spoiled it!” she bellowed. She was just really stressed. She had to try hard not to puke when looking at the ripped up flesh sticking out of her lover’s hand.

Vaggies lip quivered before she started bawling.. Charlie realized what she had just said and the tone and immediately took it all back. She also knew that if Vaggie started crying this easily from a little bit of yelling, she was slipping right into her little headspace. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m just worried,” Charlie put a hand on her back and tried to soothe her. However, Vaggie kept crying. She already had so much on her mind as it is, as well as the pain, the yelling just made it worse.

“Sh, shh, I’m sorry, baby. I’m not mad,” Charlie promised, going over to her and giving her a side hug. She cried and cried and Charlie knew she needed to bandage her wound before it got infected. 

Since she was already crying, she decided to kill two birds with one stone and clean the wound so Vaggie wouldn’t have an intense headache from so much crying. She wailed when Charlie rubbed her hand with the cotton swab that had alcohol on it.

“I know it hurts, but I need to clean it,” She told her. 

By the time the bandage and gauze was wrapped around her hand, she was half asleep. She seemed to fall deeper into headspace too.

“Wan Bucky ‘nd paci,” she mumbled when Charlie was finished. Charlie didn;t have the heart to tell her that Bucky was… well gone. He was either blasted from existence due to Adam’s ray of disobeying the law of conservation of matter, or buried in rubble.

So Charlie pulled out her phone and quickly texted her dad.

<”Random question, can you summon a replica of Vaggie stuffed goat and purple pacifier? She’s regressed and asking for them”

Luckily, two moments later, Lucifer barged into the room, carrying three rubber ducks, an exact replica of Bucky, and a pacifier inside of a plastic case in his hands. He set them on the bed and walked into the bathroom. He saw Vaggie trying to curl up on the bathroom tile while Charlie was waiting for a text back. She turned around and saw him standing there.

“Oh, you’re here! Did you get the stuff?” she asked.

“Yup! Take good care of her,” he patted her shoulder before disappearing in his puff of smoke. He could’ve just used the door but it was more aesthetically pleasing to just disappear.

She realized how sweaty and kind of smelly Vaggie was, indicating that she hadn’t showered yet. Charlie showered right when they got there which was why she wasn’t all that smelly.

“You need a bath. I think there’s some bubbles,” Vaggie looked up happily at the mention of a bubble bath. She was still extremely tired but wanted to feel clean.

Charlie grabbed the rubber ducks from the bed and towel and began to fill the tub. After she made sure it was the right temperature and put the bubbles in, she helped undress Vaggie and put her in the tub. Luckily, she was very cooperative and didn’t even splash. She just played silently with the duckies and bubbles while Charlie washed her body and hair. She made quick work of it too because she didn’t want Vaggie to fall asleep in the tub either.

When she was done, she took out Vaggie before drawing the tub because she knew how scared she was of the drain. She took out the toys before pulling the plug out too. Couldn’t risk any of them getting stuck. That would make both Lucifer and Vaggie have a heart attack.

After drying her off, she helped her get dressed in some of Lucifer’s old pajamas. They were about the same height so it worked. 

When Vaggie was lead out of the bathroom, she squealed with delight as she saw her favorite stuffy, Bucky. She grabbed him off the bed and hugged him tightly. Charlie washed the pacifier in hot water before giving it to Vaggie. Then she tucked Vaggie into the bed before exiting the room since it was still early and she wanted to check on everyone else before she went to sleep. As a flip with a caregiver lean, she always found herself needing to check on everyone. It was just part of her personality, I guess.

[cacophonous-constellation-system]

hi hi. um this. might be a bad time so don't feel pressured to answer or anything but. how do you like. see the headspace thing. i mean like how do you Envision That. because i for one thing tend to have a difficult time imagining things as it is (though not impossible) and plus i probably won't be able to tell if it's really other alters since yk the mind's eye tends to see what it wants and all that. hrgnh. thank (if you do answer. which again if you don't idm !!)

-questioning osdd sys (also if you think you recognize me at all no you don't shhhshshshsshhshhshhshh. ok. /silly)

uhm i’m gonna be completely honest i am never fully in headpsace so i can’t really . tell and whenever i’m not in front it jsut like i comeoletey black out so i can’t answer that aha

i inly know what headpsace looks like a little due to some alters tellin me stuffzz butbi can never fully say for sure so i am the Worst possible person to ask

[rei-caldombra]

I'm so hyped for the Omori Manga

This contains no serious direct story spoilers.

I absolutely love Omori. It’s one of my favorite games. Few games have gotten me as emotional as Omori has. There are certain scenes that can still get me to tear up on rewatch. I would not call it perfect but it’s pretty much as close as you can get. I love the characters (all these crazy kids are great, but Hero is my favorite.). I love the visual style, it’s very unique and charming. The contrast between Headspace and the real world is great, along with the horror elements being genuinely scary and impactful. I was late to get into it (as I often am with video games that get popular) and first learned about it in 2022. This is one of those cases of a random meme video about the game showing up in my feed getting me into something I get super into. It was Ban.mp4 by Osulan on YouTube. I thought the video was cute and funny, so I looked into what game it was from. I am very happy to have gotten into the deep, dark hole that is Omori!

I was not able to find much info on Nui Konoito, the illustrator for the manga, but I am very happy with how the promotional art we have looks. Dreamer’s design is great and spot on to the game and I like the look they went for with Sunny. I like the differences between them and think the style fits. It’s a bit different than Sunny in the game but I take no issue with this change. Speaking on the visual standpoint I do wonder how the manga largely being black and white will affect how Omori is portrayed. There is some importance to color in the game which will likely harder to portray. Such as Omori being all black and white in Headspace while everything else is colored. Not sure how to go about making this distinct, perhaps the other members of the group with be stylized a bit differently. It should also be very clear for the viewer whether you are currently seeing Headpsace or the Real World. But I am more interested in seeing how this will be tackled rather than truly concerned right now. With some creativity this can likely be remedied. We are already shown multiple styles in the promo art, so I feel positive about this not being an issue.

It will be interesting to experience it without the soundtrack. Now the soundtrack I would truly call flawless. The music, sound effects, everything. Catchy, beautiful, goofy, sad, freaky, dramatic- it hits everything sound can elicit. Just hearing some of the tracks and sound effects makes me feel emotional (It Means Everything hits me the most, it so perfectly portrays the scene and feelings in the moment. The sound effect for you-know-what instantly hits you with a little anxiety). That part of the sensory experience missing from the manga is a shame but that’s how the medium is. I generally prefer anime to manga as I highly value the animation and auditory experience, but at least I can at least use my imagination based on the game’s soundtrack. I can still enjoy manga even if it’s not my preferred medium and especially so if I am already very attached to the property from other pieces of media. 

The story is very good, though not perfect. Some parts can be a little confusing and I do think the main event that spurred the story goes a bit further than it needs to, but the emotions we get out of this story is just fantastic. The interpretation of mental illness is great. The character interactions feel down to earth and real. You very quickly grow very attached to this group of characters.

I have no serious reservations going into this. The one visual we have is great, so I have no concerns with the style and art quality. The game and original material the game is based on give it a strong foundation to work with. Omocat has given me no reasons to doubt them too so I’ll have faith they put their baby in the right hands. 

Only fears I can think of are ones I’d consider towards any adaptation of a longer video game- bad pacing and loss of critical details that bring down the experience (cough cough Danganronpa 1 anime adaptation). The characters are the main focus of the story so it would be a serious blow if we lose a lot of the dialogue and interactions that make us get so attached to them, especially for first time viewers. To me that attachment is critical to your enjoyment of the story. The official tweet says it will be for both new and old fans so hopefully that’ll be true. 

I’m happy with any more Omori content I can get, but I do hope we get some original stuff rather than it being a one-to-one retelling. I prefer adaptations doing something new outside of just the visual medium, so I am hoping we can get content like new character interactions and some new enemies at least. I wouldn’t want the story significantly changed but I would love to see original details that complement and enhance the original story and expand the worlds. 

I’m feeling very optimistic towards this adaptation and hope you are as hype as I am! I’ll follow along with the manga as it releases and will post about it (hopefully gushing over it) so stay tuned for that! Please check out Omori if you found and read this without playing or watching the game (highly recommend playing it yourself, it's worth it.) Thank you for reading!

[themindelectricdemo4]

IIM putting my claws itno that skin. like nails on a chalkboard babyyy!!! Cuz If u leave im just gone!!!! & maybe thats what ppl would want!! But i cant think about them right now. idont have the headpsace to. except you. you you you only only ylou. ok. because i know no one cares or thinks about it but if youre REALLY the only thing im need to stay alive for its something. who cares. im trying my fucking HARDEST OK & sure i have hands around my ankles like stupid shackles that stiill wont break off but im just tryingto keep my head up. they ever present. but just ignore it!!!!! ignore it. but i still think i see a bit of shade whne i see you. & yeah it sucks. like i said thoug hreally....the best i can do .....ignore ignore ignore. cuz its really only you thats thee for me at the end of the day & thats ok. even if im fed lies cuz u literally only tell me the truth cuz if i didnt have that!!! i wouldnt know what to believe!!! & thak fucking god for that!!! like u know when we are linked. by soul or heart or whaeveter. (lol like pokemon). then i have to be with you. & i wrote this but it was "scary", its multidimensional, ii was already predisposed to this so its really no ones fault but uh......like whoever thought conceiving ME was a good idea lol.....but anyways i dont wanna put that guilt on anyone, cuz really what matters at the end of the day is YOU SAVED ME. & i saved you. which is crazy to think or believe. but its like..."magical", eeven if thats such a dumb way to put it & kind of like minimizes the whole thing, yeah just sounds like some cartoon kids show. FATE or whatever. other kiddy show tropes. but seriously like.....we came across each other FOR A REASON. IN EVERY. SINGLE. WORLD. The chances of that are like, FUCKING...astronomical low, so astronomical low its fucking unreal. i could sit & ponder the math forever, genuinely forever, until the day i die, but thats wasting time when i could spend it with you. its literally what i think i was made for at this point. maybe you too ....no...lol...i wont go about assuming that, cuz i cant ever know about you specifically in that sense...just whatever you tell me about you, you know , like what you tell me. & im litterally looking at you as i type this('you because i cant look at your face...cuz im shy .....nice fuckin shoes u got there nerd....) dissociates into your god dam nknee cuz !!! m respectful. hey!!! (doesnt know what you just said) but anyways if you just take me tonight & forget al lthis dumb stuff then thats cool. just be wary i might have to slice my stomach open. dont worry about it

[enigmaart]

PT2: MOON SUFFERS IN SILENCE:

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Thank whatever god exists out there he's not allowed to leave the hospital, because if he was, he'd have no excuse not to go to the funeral. At least, not in his eyes.

The family was in pieces over it. They cried over his body for hours and had to be forced to leave by security. The father couldn't believe his ears. He thought it was fine. The night before he had just talked over the phone with his son and his doctors.  His heart seemed stable. He was in good condition. What happened? Why hadn't he been informed of any complications?

His mother was worse for wear as far as Moon's heard. Refuses to leave the house, only gets out of bed to go to the bathroom, eat, and sometimes go to Markis's room and just lay in his bed for hours on end.

His sisters were pretty much taking care of themselves and each other while their parents, moreso their dad, made funeral arrangements. The middle schooler had to walk across the street from her school to his so she could collect certain documents and other items. She cried when the school administration gave her her brother's notebooks he left in his locker.

It was a bright, sunny day when they actually buried him. How ironic. Such perfect weather to bury your child in.

Despite being his murderer, Moon couldn't help but wish he could've said goodbye to his best friend one last time. After, that night, he quickly replugged the machine and left the room to inform the doctors of Markis succumbing to his disease. The doctors and nurses rushed to the scene. They demanded to know what happened. He explained to them that Markis knew he was dying quickly, and ordered him to hold his hand and stay with him while it happened, so that's why he couldn't inform the doctors. And you know the most messed up part? They believed him, just like that. If he's ordered to do something, he has to do it. He can't control that. He's just a machine. He can only do as he's told. It's not his fault the kid died. And he lets them say these things right in front of him, perhaps either out of comfort of not having to take responsibility for his actions, or out of fear of being outed as a liar, because Moon isn't stupid.

If anyone ever found out the truth, he would have to be decommissioned.

A caretaker killing a child?! And it expects us to believe he made it do it?! Straight to the scrapyard for Moon! And he'll be replaced with something new, something that they will put through even more tests than him so they can deem it "less dangerous" for humans. He didn't want that to happen. So he won't say a thing about it.

No one must ever know.

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"Hey, you think that his death was a little, I don't know, unexpected?"

He catches his breath.

Two doctors, Dr. Marshal and Dr. Okiyati, walking down the hallway. Are partnered often. Probably are partners. He's seen them before, neurologists. Working away at brains and why they seem to fail you at the worst of times.

It was Dr. Okiyati who spoke first.

"Well, yea" replies Dr. Marshal, "most deaths that take place here are unexpected, aren't they? Poor souls don't even get to see their parents before they go."

"Well, I mean, yea, but, don't you think he went rather, erm, quickly?"

Now Dr. Marshal stops to look at his partner confusedly. "Dude, what are you talking about? The cardiologists said that he was expected to go anytime now. Is it really that shocking?"

Yes, thought Moon in his head, it shouldn't ever be this easy to discuss something like that.

He was in an office tending to some work in his headpsace by filing some of Markis's data in the archives. He wasn't moving, and his head was down, so anyone could assume he was just powered off to conserve energy for today. Not that it mattered much if he powered down or not, they said whatever they felt around him.

"Look," says Dr. Okiyati, " you might not think anything of it, but the vascular specialist told me that there was evidence of suspension of breath. You know what that means, right?"

Moon thinks he's gonna be sick.

"Okay, so the kid tried to kill himself, but it obviously didn't work thanks to life support."

"Exactly, so what went wrong this time?"

Moon panics. He knew someone would think it was suspicious, but he didn't think he'd be caught this quickly.

"...dude what the hell are you on? The kid's heart failed him, that's that. Nothin we can do about it now. So come on, we gotta take care of the patients we still have."

"Alright, alright."

And so they end the conversation there and move on. Completely ignorant to the emotional turmoil Moon is having right now.

He swears up and down he was relieved, at least, he thinks that he should be relieved. He didn't get caught. He wasn't going to be decommissioned. Yet.

...so why was he not happy?

Why does he feel this way? Like things just aren't right?

...because they aren't. Because after last night, nothing will ever be the same for him.

Because he realizes that he wants to get caught. He wants someone to take him away and decommission him for what he did. He knows he deserves it. So why won't he tell them the truth? Why won't he just get it over with?

...

...

...

Because then where would Sun be? Without him?

Where would all the other children, the ones he's supposed to make better, be without him?

Would they be better off? The hospital could always just order another robot caretaker to be built upon hearing of what really took place that horrible night. Sun probably wouldn't be able to look at him anymore.

...

But he didn't want Sun to hate him. He didn't want to leave him behind. He didn't want to leave the kids - his kids - behind.

So that's that. He's a selfish liar. That's just who he is now. Before that day, he could look his little friends in the eyes knowing he was a kind guardian to them, a gentle soul who would help them through long recoveries. Now he can barely meet them knowing how easy it would be to bring about their demise. But he can live with it. He can live with the guilt. As long as he can live this sweet dream for just a little while longer, he'll be okay. If someone discovers the truth, than that'll be it. He won't deny it. For now though he won't say a thing. Just to keep his happy life here normal.

He doesn't have to tell anybody anything until they finally suspect him.

No one. Has. To know.

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TADA!! THE BOIS MOST SADDEST MOMENTS, FINALLY RELEASED OUT INTO THE WORLD! Now i actually gotta start making a storyline for this au lol

[crow-feathxrs]

I’ve never seen a warrior oc with DID before, it’s really nice to see! Can you tell us more abt Blazewing and his alters?

YEA!!!! ok so. i actually have did myself, or at least a form of osdd, and blazewing is based off of one of my own alters who frequently fronts with me!! his name is scott :’D blaze takes a lot of personality from scott too: they’re both really funny, charismatic, have a little bit of dumb bitch energy, and they are very uhhhh. they tend to sacrifice their own needs for their friends’ needs. they’re both really good though and try their best to get better at understanding others and knowing their own emotions and feelings and stuff :) blazewing’s story itself is kinda depressing for funsies, but to keep it short, he was manipulated and coerced into killing other cats and stuff for this one dude who was like, a leader of a gang sorta thing. the leader was abusive and shitty! thats how he got the scars on his face (not the nose scar) i’ll continue under the read more!! nothing’s graphic or goes in depth either, just very vague mentions of abuse and thats all

he was told to go into a burning building and bring something out of it to prove himself once, and thats where the burn scars come from! turns out it was actually supposed to be a way to get rid of him, and he wasnt supposed to survive that. so he was alone then, wandering the forest/mountain area where he lived, until a sudden avalanche happened because of the gods of the world. blaze was supposed to be part of a warriors rp group im in, i just havent added him yet!! so, he comes out with amnesia! he’s eventually found by one of the clans of the forest’s oldest warriors, wargtuft, and she becomes something of a mother figure to him while he tries to remember his past, as well as fit in with his new clan! :) as for the did, it all started coming about because of the acts he was involved in (murder, territory disputes, etc, yknow, mainly bc of the leader being abusive and shitty). there’s no clear time when all of them formed, but they all have their own sorts of roles and aspects of himself in them. blightstar: this guy was only known as blight until blaze discovered the clans, which he then took the name blightstar because he’s.. just like that. blight is a really rambunctious sort of chaotic mischief-maker who likes to be in leader positions. he’s great at fighting (because he cheats), and tends to think cleverly about situations, usually managing to make things better for the system in general. he’s also super dramatic! tinypaw: this is basically a little sort of alter! he’s just a kid who likes to fight and have fun :) he’s not always conscious of what’s right and wrong, and tends to just do what he thinks is the most fun. he’d have character development as time goes on though, where he actually starts to learn more. his role was something of a coping mechanism for blazewing, finding fun in everything and generally just being playful. cold: ok so sometimes, if youve been abused, a sort of figment of your abuser  can form with did. blazewing vied for attention from the leader all the time, listening to his every command, and in a way, he can’t imagine life without the leader. the cold formed as a sort of... yknow, needing that guy around. he’s just kind of a jerk and doesn’t care about others outside of that though silentsea: silent is blaze’s depression and guilt and everything all balled up into one cat. he’s just quiet, listens to whatever ppl want him to do, etc. he’s the part of blaze that feels like he’s responsible for everything, even if he was manipulated into doing it. he’s just trying his best though :( and he’s a pacifist! he hates fighting and stuff. also hunting inferno: ok now this dude is basically blaze’s anger and hatred at himself for what he’s done, and how he wasn’t able to fight back. he’s generally just mad and like... sort of mocks blaze often? specifically silentsea. silentsea and inferno go hand in hand. but uhh he’s more prone to outbursts and bouts of like, self deprecation and self hate and stuff so, now that descriptions are out of the way, i’ll just say that blightstar and tinypaw are the most active alters, while the other 3 arent too apparent and dont really come out as much. theyre also not as verbal in their headpsace too, which is ok! they’re all very crucial parts of blazewing’s system though, and since after his amnesia, he’s never experienced a moment WITHOUT them, he thinks that every cat has special friends in their head too. he’s just a fun character all around and i really gotta get back and add him to that rp cuz WOO he’d be so fun... ANYWAY YEAH!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ME WRITING A FUCKING NOVEL FOR YOU!! SORRY THAT IT WAS SO LONG, I JUST GET REALLY EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT MY OCS :DD oh yeah his story also fits this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrJZJtY6u7o