#Indira (oc)

[pigeonwhumps]

Sanctuary masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @mirasmirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpinggrounds @cepheusgalaxy @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @bbu-on-the-side

Anita receives an email from WRU about Lea's training, sending her spiralling.

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, anger issues, self-harm, implied past suicidal thoughts, rape, sexual slavery, self-hatred, past transphobia

Theo is next door when Anita receives the email.

She's glad. He wouldn't be able to hear her, but he's very sensitive to her emotions and behaviour as a survival mechanism, and she wouldn't want him witnessing her primal, anguished scream. Mittens streaks out of the room, ears flattened to their head, as she throws something at the wall. She's not sure what. It doesn't matter. How dare they? Those utter–

"Anita? What have you done to your room?"

Her paati is behind the curtain giving her a little privacy with the open door, and Anita sniffs. Paati's words are serious but her tone is more worried than anything. It's been a long time since Anita's done anything like this.

"You can come in," Anita croaks, and her patti pushes the beaded curtain aside slowly, cataloguing the room. "I–"

She gestures to the computer. Paati approaches, takes the recently-vacated seat, and frowns at the email on-screen. Anita takes a deep breath and translates it into Tamil.

Paati sucks in a breath and reads it through for herself. She flattens her sari over her lap, a nervous movement. She always used to do that before Anita's parents evenings.

She did that in the hospital. It's one of Anita's strongest memories from the place.

"What are you going to do?"

"What they want. I have to, right? It's too dangerous to do otherwise."

Paati looks at her, and as always happens, she finds her thoughts bursting out of her in a torrent of pain and helplessness.

"They're trying to make her for me and I don't want that. I just want her to be safe and loved and with Theo, I don't– I'm not going to have sex with her. But I need to send these, don't I, they'll be suspicious otherwise, and I hate it, I've never even said those things to someone I love, let alone– let alone to help condition a sex slave."

The last part comes out in a choked whisper. She's buying a sex slave. Participating in this horrific system. No matter the reason for it, it's still abhorrent, and she hates herself for it. Hates herself for not being able to find another way to reunite the pair.

"I know what you're thinking. Stop it. It's not your fault, chotu. You're getting Lea out of there, safely and subtly. There's no need to feel so guilty."

Anita knows. She knows. Everyone's told her that, Marjorie and Alix and everyone. But she can't believe it, because she's still buying a sex slave.

It took her years to stop being a coward and help people again. And now she's buying a fricking sex slave.

Her paati hits her gently on the arm. "Stop it. I'm making you tea, and you're going to drink it all, and that will help. Wallowing won't. Get up and do something."

So she does. She finds Mittens and their favourite toy, and plays with them in apology for earlier. Trying to block out what she has to do.

Lea will be here soon. So at least there's that. Even if... even if Anita has to do this to get her. It's nothing compared to what Lea is going through.

Absolutely nothing.

Paati comes into the living room and sets a steaming mug smelling of her favourite blend of tea leaves and cinnamon down beside her. "Drink it all before you do this."

"Thanks," Anita croaks, taking a sip. Then a gulp, scalding her throat but worth it. She nurses it a little, liquid turning into little whirlpools with her tears.

She doesn't want to move but she supposes she had better get it over with, so she swallows the rest of her tea in two more gulps.

It's a shame to waste it. Maybe, if she asks nicely, paati will make her some more later.

She walks to her bedroom and sits on the bed, scrolling through the list of suggestions WRU sent on her phone. She just can't think of any herself. She chooses the three she thinks she'll most be able to stomach.

She closes her eyes briefly. She doesn't want Lea made for her. She doesn't want Lea made for this. But she has to go along with it, or she'll risk everything.

Okay. She can do this. It's just three sentences, it's easy.

Anita's stomach churns as she presses 'record' on her phone.

"Oh that's good."

She plays it back to herself. She sounds choked, like she's being forced into recording at gunpoint.

She tries again.

The second try is better. She still has to resist throwing her phone at the wall. It's not fair.

Next phrase. As her therapist used to encourage her to do when she got hopelessly angry as a teenager, moving on.

She swipes at her eyes angrily, glad there isn't video.

"Go on. Just like that."

This one sounds slightly wavering, but Anita decides that that's okay. If she was about to cum maybe she would sound like that.

And the third... the third, she just gives up on holding back her sobs and tries to turn them into sobs of ecstasy instead. She thinks she does a pretty good job. WRU suggests several sounds, and Anita isn't trying moans. She couldn't manage that, and she never intends to, with Lea.

And then she just about makes it to the toilet before spewing her guts up.

She thinks she's probably chucked up everything she's eaten or drunk today. Her mouth tastes disgusting, but it can't be as bad as Lea's is if she's being trained.

It reminds her of that taste though. She throws up again.

She needs to clear her head. She needs to clear her head, she can't afford to remember that right now. She can't afford all these emotions, can't afford to sit here and tremble and throw up, she needs to get up and submit those files.

But she can't move.

She scratches at her arms fiercely, desperately, itching to get the emotions out, gone, to push herself to move and get it all done. She finally breaks the skin with a spike of pain and a rush of relief.

And she crumples to the floor.

She takes a shaking breath, and then another, watching the blood as it drips to the floor in slow, red, hypnotic droplets, joining the salt water there. She feels better, even through the trembling and tears.

Two pale, scarred, wiry arms take Anita's upper arms tentatively and she looks up. Theo.

"May I help you, Mistress?"

Anita nods. As he helps her sit up, she thinks how much he's grown. The first time he was in here he didn't dare speak, let alone ask questions and touch her without permission.

Theo fetches bandages and tape out of the cupboard and kneels down in front of her. She holds out her arm, which he diligently cleans and wraps a bandage around.

"Miss Indira told me what you are doing, Mistress. Lea has been training as a Romantic for months. If you did not send the recordings she might think she is unwanted as a Romantic. Or her handler will tell her that. It's the worst feeling for a pet, Mistress, to be unwanted for your only purpose."

"Oh. Thank you for explaining."

She wonders if his explanation makes it any better. She decides that it doesn't.

Lea isn't just being raped. She's being taught that she's nothing without it.

Anita just watches as he smoothes the bandage carefully over her wrist and ties it off. She wonders where he learnt how to do all this.

When he looks back up at her, she says carefully, "I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel unwanted. You're not. You never will be."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Thank you for this. I can finish with the rest if you'd rather go and relax. It's my mess."

Theo shakes his head and gives Anita a tentative hug. When she returns it, resting her head on his, his gets tighter.

They're both shaking, she realises. Theo needs this just as much as her.

She rubs his back soothingly. It's good for Theo, and anything to distract her.

Eventually, she draws away. She needs to get on with the day. Get the submission over with. She can't just sit here.

"I can clear up."

Theo shakes his head, again, and stows the bandages while Anita wipes the floor. She flushes the toilet several times and dumps cleaner down it, unable to clean properly but unwilling to let Theo do it.

"Okay, sweetheart. Let's– let's go."

Anita makes a valiant effort to carry her own weight but she's not sure how well she succeeds. In the living room they bump into paati. Almost literally.

"How are you doing?"

"I've finished the recordings, just need to– upload them."

"That's not what I meant, chotu. You know that."

She nods. She does know that, she does, but she doesn't want to worry her paati more than she clearly already is.

"Better than Lea."

Paati holds out her arms encouragingly and Anita falls into them. As has been the case since she was little, it's one of the only places she feels completely safe, and she buries herself in her paati and cries her heart out.

"You're safe. No-one's going to hurt you here."

Of course, her paati knows exactly where her mind has gone. It wouldn't be anywhere else.

"I know. I know I know I know."

And she's lucky. At least when she was told, more or less, that she would only be only a proper girl if she could take someone's penis well (and she certainly knew she wasn't a boy so what was she?), she had people to convince her she was worth something. In Lea those sorts of thoughts are encouraged. It's sick and twisted. How can it be legal to systematically, repeatedly rape one group of people and for another you can receive a life sentence for it?

The sleeves of her jumper have pushed themselves back at some point, and paati touches her wrist.

"Do we need to contact your therapist again?"

Anita shakes her head. She can't anyway, she doesn't know what they'd do if they suspected she supported pet lib.

"I won't let it get as far as before," she croaks. She has people to look after now, and this is just a blip anyway, caused by a combination of Lea's treatment and some of the phrases WRU sent.

"Good. Tell me if you start to think that way again, because I can't lose you." Anita nods. "Why don't you finish the submissions, then you can have tea and a nap, and after that we can decide about this evening?"

"Can't sleep."

"Try." She turns to Theo, signing something and then repeating it out loud for Anita's benefit. "Do you still want to go tonight?"

"Yes please, Miss Indira, if that is acceptable to you and Mistress."

Paati nods. Anita could cry at his progress. He's expressing himself.

She makes her unsteady way to her room and collapses in front of the computer, trying to upload the files without thinking too hard about what they are. It's a complicated process made all the more so by the tears blurring her vision, but she manages it after a few tries. As she finally presses 'submit', she feels a surge of self-hatred so strong she has to cling to the table to keep herself upright. Lea's being made for this, made for her, made to be a sex slave, and Anita's just condemned her to the worst of it, whatever Theo says.

She's as bad as her own rapist now.

By the time paati comes in with three steaming mugs, she's curled up in bed, blankets over her head, Mittens sprawled on her, Theo pressed against her side. Leaving the world to sort itself out.

[mersei47]

OC

[manofbeskar]

kada pirates height chart

[indilaras]

Silly lil self-indulgent Genshin Self Insert!

Geo Catalyst 4 Star

Constellation: Tigris

Born and raised in Sumeru, graduated from Haravatat, and then fucked off to Inazuma (before the Vision Hunt Decree) and became a Light Novel illustrator

She lost her Vision during the Hunt Decree and took a long time to recover even after it's retrieved

Canon connections include Alhaitham (old classmate; acquaintance), Yoimiya (friend!), the Arataki Gang (...friends?), and Kirara (acquaintance; delivers packages to her family in Sumeru often). Knows of Calx, Zhenyu, Yae, and Nilou but doesn't know them personally

ID: drawing of the artist's self insert drawn to resemble a Genshin Wish art. The self insert is a brown-skinned woman, holding a dark green sketchbook by her waist while her other hand makes a clawing gesture. Her eyes are brown with gold pupils; she is wearing rectangular glasses, and she has a pencil tucked behind her ear peeking out of her headscarf. Her outfit includes a light orange headscarf with the flowing back fabric patterned in tiger stripes; a pale green baggy-sleeved top with a long orange vest and a soft green belt over it; dark green fingerless gloves reaching her elbows and long pants of the same color; orange shoes with pointed tips; and a brown bag with colorful charms on it. Her Geo vision is a brooch on her chest. Behind her are textured brushstrokes in yellow depicting three claws and an eye; a similar "splashing" effect springs out from one foot. Around her are dark wisp effects, similarly textured. End ID.

[direwombat]

tagged by @alexxmason, @voidika, @g0dspeeed, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @madparadoxum, @inafieldofdaisies, @marivenah, @corvosattano, @simplegenius042, and @fourlittleseedlings to do this meme and/or this uquiz! tagging back to those of y'all who have done one but not the other

also tagging @cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @carlosoliveiraa, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to do them! (taglist opt in/out)

what's at your oc's core?

ACERBIC WIT. you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

RESOUNDING TRUTH. you have a goal in mind, and others brush it off right away... why does everyone always tell you to follow your dreams when it's actually their dreams that they want you to follow? your memory is weak, and your conviction is even weaker on days when you're reminded of how alone you really are. it's hard to go on without someone pushing you forward... is this what life is? a cycle of monotony, fueled only by the desire not to trouble anyone too much with your passing? it would be nice to have something, or someone, to spur you on. i hope you find them.

and here's the "oc as..." template

[pseudogirlie]

Cleaned it up 😌

[saksider]

geronimo stilton fanmade story/episode poll 2: electric boogaloo

propagandas

geronimo vs nero: gerry should prove nero that reporting is Not interviewing cosplayers for their husbandos every weekend

geronimo vs indira: what if monika from doki-doki literature club met makima from chainsaw man. also boyfail girlfail hostility

[genreweird]

bloody mary by lady gaga is about harrowhark nonagesimus, actually

[cinamun]

Removed about 4 gigs because I try to be responsible and when I can feel my game being a little weird I know its becaues I crossed a threshold. Know your threshold. Anyway, I like to think that certain OCs have "stylists" if you will. And Indira.... chile. She's just like her momma. Her momma has those 6-digit kb hairs n shit. We aren't talking about that right now tho. I like to think Indira's stylists are Rimings and Enrique when it comes to hairs but tell me why the majority of what I just took out of my folder were rimings clothes? I love how they fit the various bodyshapes in my game. The asses are never deformed but baby you gotta pay for that because 30,000 kbs for a tee shirt? 25,000kbs for that cute ass skirt? I can't keep doing this. No. I am BEGGING whoever rimings is to just come down a little bit.

I almost cried.

[holycompendium]

Ascendants OC Masterlist ⛊ Pt. 1

⚔︎ quick context : ascendants is my upcoming descendants fic series centered around merlin academy. you can catch the first chapter of the first installment right here!

ADAM ST. ROSE

Fate : Become cursed to live as a beast & marry Belle. Face Claim : Maxwell Jenkins

ANA CRESTA

Legacy : Daughter of a Neverlandian mermaid. Face Claim : Daniela Avanzini

ARTHUR "ART" PENDRAGON II

Legacy : Son of King Arthur of Camelot. Face Claim : Joshua Bassett

ASTERIA CHARIS

Legacy : Adopted daughter of Erato, muse of lyrical poetry. Face Claim : Bailey Bass

AZRIEL INDIRA

Legacy : Son of the Blue Fairy. Face Claim : Omar Rudberg

BELLE BAPTISTE

Fate : Marry the beast king Adam & establish the United States of Auradon. Face Claim : Zoe Colletti

CASPIAN DELMAR

Legacy : Son of Arista, nephew to Ariel & Eric. Face Claim : Reece King

LYNN ORELLA

Fate : Become the all-powerful enchantress who curses Prince Adam. Face Claim : Choi Yunjin

CLAUDE FROLLO

Fate : Become the villainous archdeacon of Notre-Dame. Face Claim : Case Walker

CRUELLA DE VIL

Fate : Descend into madness and become a tyrannical heiress. Face Claim : Riele Downs

ELI LA BOUFF

Fate : Inherit his family's business and become a wealthy sugar baron. Face Claim : Maxwell Acee Donovan

EUGENE "FITZ" FITZHERBERT

Fate : Abandon his royal heritage and become the thief Flynn Rider. Face Claim : Aryan Simhadri

FINCH

Legacy : Illegitimate son of Robin Hood. Face Claim : Brandon Severs

GASTON LEGUME

Fate : Become an arrogant and selfish game hunter. Face Claim : Belmont Cameli

GRIMHILDE

Fate : Become the Evil Queen & stepmother to Snow White. Face Claim : Ariana Greenblatt

JAFAR

Fate : Become the scheming royal vizier of Agrabah. Face Claim : Jahed

KIRSTI LINDT

Legacy : Daughter of Anna & Kristoff, niece to Elsa. Face Claim : Shay Rudolph

LEAH ROSE

Fate : Marry King Stefan and give birth to Aurora. Face Claim : Dior GoodJohn

LOUIS FACILIER

Fate : Sell his own soul in exchange for the power of a Hodou bokor. Face Claim : Niles Fitch

MIMINA "MIMI" MIM

Legacy : Granddaughter of Mad Madam Mim. Face Claim : Avantika Vandanapu

MAI TREMAINE

Fate : Become the head of the house of Tremaine & become Cinderella's stepmother. Face Claim : Kang Haerin

MULAN FA

Fate : Defeat the Hun army and save the Imperial Kingdom. Face Claim : Zhou Xinyu

ODILE "ODIE" ARNAUD-CHRISTOPHE

Fate : Become an eccentric & benevolent Houdou priestess. Face Claim : Whitney Peak

SAM "SMEE" SMIEGEL

Fate : Serve as Captain Smith's boatswain and first loyal mate. Face Claim : Owen Joyner

STEFAN MOREAU

Fate : Marry Queen Leah & father Aurora. Face Claim : Kahlil Beth

URSULA

Fate : Become a fearsome sea witch. Face Claim : Chandler Kinney

ZEVON

Legacy : Son of Yzma. Face Claim : Charlie Bushnell

[pigeonwhumps]

Sleeping

Sanctuary masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @mirasmirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpinggrounds @cepheusgalaxy

@painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @augusnippets

Augusnippets day 31: free day

While Anita's asleep in a hospital bed, Indira worries at her bedside. Almost immediately post-Anita's rape.

435 words

CWs: mentioned rape, minor whumpee (Anita's 15), hospital setting, grandparent caretaker

Of all the things Indira was worried might happen when she first realised she was going to end up raising a teenager alone, this wasn't one of them.

That's all she can think about as she watches Anita's chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall.

Her granddaughter looks small against the white fabric of the hospital bed, the trailing IVs and monitor leads, the beeping and rustling and quiet hospital bustle. She lies still and unmoving beneath the blanket, face swollen, hair matted.

The worst abuses lie where Indira can't see. Under the blanket and gown and bandages, inside her mind.

She couldn't protect her. She couldn't protect her only grandchild. Anita's already suffered so much, and she still can't protect her from the worst of humanity.

Anita's only asleep. Indira's seen her awake already. She almost wishes she hadn't, seeing the raw fear and anguish in her eyes, the humiliation and pain. She feels guilty but who wants to see their child like that?

She wasn't there in the ambulance. She wishes she had been. She's glad she wasn't.

She arrived in time for the rape kit though.

She watches her daughter. Peacefully asleep, Indira could almost pretend to herself that everything's going to be okay.

Almost.

If it wasn't for the swelling and the bruises appearing, and the medical equipment attached to her. Indira knows that the only reason she's sleeping so peacefully now is because she's passed out from the stress. She's probably too tired to dream. Tomorrow won't be pleasant.

Will it be pleasant again? She was a nurse, she knows people recover, but looking at Anita, her only grandchild, lying in this bed after one of the most horrific violations she could have experienced, it's hard to remember.

She needs to call Carla. She promised Anita she would, or ask an interpreter to. But she... she can't tear her eyes away from her granddaughter.

She should call Carla.

Suddenly, Anita sits up, eyes blank, and screams.

Indira pushes the call button and grabs her by the shoulders, pulling her into a careful hug.

"Hush. Hush, you're safe."

Anita shifts violently and for a moment Indira worries she's going to push her away (she wouldn't blame her if she did) but then her hands come up and fist in Indira's sari, almost tight enough to tear it.

"Paati?"

"It's me."

Anita sobs. Great, rasping sobs that tear Indira's heart out with every one. She clings on like she hasn't in years, a small child again.

"You're safe," Indira murmurs, rubbing her back, and desperately hopes that it's true.

[mersei47]

my oc dumb comic

[manofbeskar]

star wars oc pirates

[hifargoweek]

That's a Wrap!

Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024 has officially come to an end.

The AO3 collection is now closed, and there is a total of ten works available to read featuring twenty-eight characters, five of whom received the first work for their tag!

In addition to those ten fics on AO3, there were also two pieces of fanart posted on Tumblr!

The character with the most works shared this week is Hanzee Dent, with four. Here’s a complete list of tagged characters (not counting mentioned characters or OCs):

Hanzee Dent (4)

Rye Gerhardt (3)

Bear Gerhardt (2)

Dodd Gerhardt (2)

Mike Milligan (2)

Virgil Bauer - *1st work*

Peggy Blumquist

Ricky G - *1st work*

Charlie Gerhardt

Floyd Gerhardt

Otto Gerhardt

Simone Gerhardt

Danish Graves

Sonny Greer

Constance Heck

Gale Kitchen

Hank Larsson

Lorraine Lyon

Indira Olmstead

Lars Olmstead - *1st work*

Ben Schmidt

Jordan Seymore - *1st work*

Lou Solverson

Molly Solverson

Ollie Stein - *1st work*

Linda Tillman

Noreen Vanderslice

Karl Weathers

Thank you so much to those who participated and followed along!

Special shoutout to @gerhardtz, who shared a work for every single prompt on the schedule this week... Bravo! ⭐🏆🏅

[pseudogirlie]

bad things are happening in tabletops

[saksider]

propagandas

geronimo vs nero

a fight between men. or mice. or reporters. geronimo must show nero how a journalist will put themself in nerve-wracking situations, not just everything nice.

geronimo vs indira

this is probably the one where two people are so similar they must eliminate the other. two magnets facing the same pole

indira vs nero

indira's hellbent over nero - for decades, she was only known for being "nero's friend", not herself. doesn't help that their interests & job overlap. it's either kamikaze or karmic release.