#Ym.oc

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hi idk if i can be arsed writing more rn but have some information for the record. theres nothing graphic and i cba beyond that re: tagging so be warned

ivir:

hes a featherless aka Kaiiva... a subspecies of harpies isolated by geography who worship living clay/Breathing Earth. he lives alone in tocka valleys forest away from the rest of Kaiivan society... japhet is related to him, making mima his Beloved Niece/Grandchild/Grandniece. and sort of livanne, in a nonbiological sense? mima just sort of includes livanne hahaha. is niece in law a thing??

he is lanky and Very Tall For A Harpy and actually a bit of a powerhouse until he gets joint problems lol.

he was the weird nonverbal autistic kid who was given the job of hauling corpses to their final resting spot among the breathing earth. he has a very unharpy-like social repulsion and mostly just... talks to the corpses... as a result he is actually maliciously accused of being a necrophile by quite a few people. others think this is all just evidence of him being really perfect for the job and a sort of proxy for ancestral spirits.

over time, the breathing earth recognized the hand that fed it and formed a special bond with ivir.

eventually after mima mass feeds the breathing earth (although ive considered moving this to an earlier time?) ivir gets an injury and starts growing clay in his flesh. his psychic bond with the breathing earth is solidified now; he can sense life as acutely as they can. he is now an extension of them.

he ends up growing to be old as fuck! but by then he is full of dirt and digested identity soup and its a miracle slash torture that he still breathes.

ym:

ill be honest, she started as an author self insert and then got out of hand as a metaphor for my mental illness and the concept of saviour complex shit. she makes little sense so i cant tell you the backstory.

the premise is that she bleeds ichor and is thus "functionally immortal". she also suffers from eternal youth, because she just simply stopped growing the moment she grew in her adolescent feathers. she regularly takes advantage of this to garner pity and views herself as a martyr god.

to me she is the manifestation of a desire to have a narrative, a purpose, a sense of permanence, and finding it in helping others (or the illusion of this).

IN FACT she is so obsessed with playing saviour, she lets mima FEED her to ivir :')

she met ivir, mima, and livanne when she was pretty young... for a being like her. im talking under a century, not under a decade. either way, shes running from something, and finds them instead. tocka, in all its horrors and depression, becomes her home, and she becomes obsessed with trying to save certain people from it.

she is a weirdo with sucky boundaries with excellent intent lollll. cant even accuse her of being a cult leader because that would imply shes good at it

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shoutout to when i wrote that story about ym finding ivir years later begging him to kill her (despite having trauma related to him) and him almost doing it but then snapping out of it (to ymira’s dismay) and is like “you’re immortal im sure you can wait five minutes and have tea with me first” but the whole time is acutely uncomfortable with her presence because he wants to finish the job so bad bcause HUNGRY but is hanging on to the last of his former attachments ., . . . . and comforts her when she cries and they have a soft moment of “wow we’re both fucked in the head and in terms of fate lol!” traumabonding .

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livanne gets ultimate vulnerability or the closest thing to it

ivir and ym get like, “found family” tier vulnerability. like i wrote a lil story once of mima being exhausted after an incident with japhet, hiding in the bushes injured n shit. and ym finding her and mima is like DONT YOU DARE DO THE SAVIOUR COMPLEX THING LET ME IN PEACE and ym can sense vulnerability like a fucking shark and is just like I BROUGHT YOU FOOD... JS... and mima, starved half to death at any given time, is like. . .  . . . oh . ..  . .well : ) you can stay i suppose. . . .  ..  . just no funny busines.s.. .. just intellectual convo... no emotions.... i do not have emotions i am a chad...... do not even pretend i do;. . . . . micro expresisons? what micro expressions... you’re making things up, ym.. . . . . . . . .  . . . . . totally fine :   ‘  ) ) ) ) )

but at the same time mima and ivir also get the “obnoxiously faux-chipper tone of voice” treatment on occasion. esp ym. 

that being said after some drama ivir and mima become far less vulnerable-close and more like business partners so.... the rate of that increases severely until ivir is so fucked up in the head from stuff that mima can just blankly say shit and he just doesnt question it :( clay is like YOU MUST OBEY MIMA!!!! MIMA IS BRINGING US FOOD!!! WORK WITH MIMA!!! YOU CANT FIGHT HER ON THIS WE NEED HER!!! WE WILL HIJACK YOUR BODY PHYSICALLY IF WE HAVE TO VIA IDENTITY DIGESTION AND SPINAL PETRIFICATION DONT EVEN TRY ME YOUNG MAN!!!

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*ymira voice* time for fakedeep bitches

What had she expected, but for every one of her flockmates to move on, life spilling to the winds and leaving nothing but skeletons and meat behind?

She had never believed in sacrilege or desecration, so she devoured the flesh and kept the fangs. All belonged to her, and all returned to her. But that, too, was transient. Ingestion led to excretion. Memories in bone form got lost, degraded. It was like gripping sand between her talons.

Was there a point in caring for her companions when time threatened to consume them? Was there, really?

Corpses couldn't thank her. Corpses couldn't remember her. Corpses couldn't do, feel, act, sense, grasp. She was static, stuck, forever a child, and they? They were change, the world was change, their lives and deaths and countless stories were filled to the brim with--

Ymira detested change. Oh, how she detested it.

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character stuff

ym - god harpy, or a harpy who thinks shes a god. something like thats. has golden blood. saviour complex. friends w mima, livanne, n ivir. 1st tocka "kid". tocka era

mima - very short sadist. the source of a chain of problems. incredible at improv. friends w ivir, ym, and livanne. 2nd tocka kid. gets shunted into sals body. tocka era to, sort of, himavanta era

livanne - she is simply a sort of girl who is out there. shes in love with the moon. ivir and mimas Precious Baby. a little gay for ym. albino and sort of a nocturnal hippie. 3rd tocka kid. tocka era

ivir - old fuck who tends to the mass grave of his ppl which doubles as the territory for an eldritch rock formation. would betray anyone for the clay but is otherwise shy and chill. mima is his biological grandniece. tocka era to himavanta era

sal - human who entered the harpy world when mima provoked the funny eldritch rock formation. century old at the very least... caused a plague once. very feral woman. end of tocka arc era to himavanta era

dot - born at least a century after mima died and sal came to the hverse. adventurer at heart. obsessed with embodying heroism but is actually sort of a cunt. manic pixie dream birdgirl. meets sal later. himavanta arc era

alex - born same as above. human who entered the harpy world and met dot. loves her very much but also is judging her. meets sal later. short and buff and highly thanatophobic. himavanta arc era

maria - dots cousin who is highly Catholic energies despite being a harpy. and she smokes weed erryday. owns a house at age 13. himavanta arc era

japhet - mimas dad. violent and pissed and believes in worldhopping. absolutely dead set on hid goals and made sure mima grew up to care about what he cared about.

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"how are you even alive?" they spat, mockery in their voice. narrow glinting eyes pierced through the fog of my mind, frustration hiding behind the thin veil of sadistic joy that they tried to force on their face. i knew it was an act. if only i had known sooner.

the lich-to-be roughly kicked the ball of guts into the bushes, ichor wilting the plant where it landed. the feeling was beyond excruciating, freezing hot, and cripplingly disorientating. even if i hadnt been pinned down with sharpened talons, i wouldnt have been able to escape. the nausea was worse than the pain itself, the ichor numbing the wound- yet the feeling of emptyness and rapidly knitting flesh remained. every part of my mind shuddered in revulsion as the universe itself fought for me to stay alive under their attacks.

"i figured something had to doing this," they said, staring as some minor slash healed to perfection before their eyes. "and i think ive discovered what that thing is."

"ymira, you could save so many people if you just gave that pneuma up. dont you want to save us?"

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ym is stuck in a never aging flesh prison and makes it literally everyone elses problem and is a creep but doesnt realize because of her victim complex ♥ she thinks shes saving ppl but shes just using them to distract and comfort her deep down and to have a purpose . in denial ♥ she has all my 15yo selfs mental issues ♥

mima is like actually contributing to society but is a acting sadist who likes hurting ym because ym will cry and say she deserved it LMFAO. she however isnt actually ok despite her impressive masking skills. having japhet for a father and being the backbone of ur flock does that to you lmfao. she hates that ym for basically claiming the trauma she ought to claim ("BEING A THERAPY FRIEND IS NOT THE SAME AS LITERALLY BEING A COMMUNITY LEADER WHO HAS LIVES DEPENDING ON THEM FUCK YOU")

livanne is like not hurting anyone and is just suffering a lot and mima and yms weird shit is NOT helping. she is not ok and she doesnt know what healthy behaviour is anymore because everyone in her life is a fucking asshole

The tocka kids are not ok

the tocka kids are NOT ok ♥ literally a circlejerk of mento illnez and cycle of abuse shit.... ivir is like wow the kids are not ok.... is he contributing to the bullshit or helping with it... Cannot tell