#this has 1 mention of an OC but he's not important to the plot

[psycholuvrgirl]

hale (pt. 1 | n.s.)

summary: the sully family arrives at the pandora atolls and they’re met with an important figure from jake’s past.

hale [noun] the hawaiian word meaning home

pairing: srewtompa [metkayina!oc] x neteyam

warnings: script following (this'll occur quite a bit considering the plot of atwow makes up a good percent of the story, but fret not it is not just the script word for word every chapter)

a/n: the kids are aged up (including tuk to keep age gaps consistent, don’t be weird abt it). neteyam and aonung are 19, lo’ak and kiri are 18, tsireya is 17, and tuk is 12! (basically add four to their canonical age). also, i've never written an oc story before, so i hope you all enjoy it! this is very near and dear to me as the oc is a lot like me and has a lot of aspects of my background and story. this will (probably) be my only oc story, all my other fics will most likely be x reader stories :)

word count: 1.7k

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The large crowd forming on the beach is her first hint that something was going on. Her eyes move to the new, unusual Na’vi on the sand -- their color a stark difference from the people’s. Srewtompa peeks her head above the water, eyes just poking above the surface. Ronal and Tonowari make their arrival, meeting the new Na’vi in the middle. Heat, pure anger rises throughout her body and she swims to the shoreline, sprinting across the sand. The word “uturu” rings in her mind, but she’s too caught up in her protectiveness to care.

She jumps in front of Ronal and Tonowari, hissing at the group of unwelcome visitors. The one who seems to be the mother pushes the man behind her, baring her teeth with a returned hiss. Their eyes lock onto one another’s -- the newcomer was older, that much was clear. She’s most likely stronger and faster too, but the smaller Na’vi doesn’t let her guard down.

“Why do you come to my home?” Srewtompa shouts.

“Ann?” her tough demeanor falters at the voice, at the name. She looks up, eyes meeting with those that belong to the man. Her eyes widen with a gasp that she can’t seem to stop. Her hand clasps over her mouth, disbelief flooding her body as she looks at the Na’vi man.

“Jake, you know her?” the woman asks. The name confirms her assumptions and she can’t fight away the smile that makes its way onto her face.

“Oh, Jake!” Srewtompa exclaims, running up to him. The woman hisses, but is ignored by the recipient. Srewtompa’s arms wrap around Jake, his doing the same.

“Neytiri, this is Ann. Little Ann, remember?” he says. Neytiri straightens up, nodding at Jake’s words. Tonowari clears his throat and Srewtompa turns to look at him.He gives her an all too familiar warning look, eliciting a nod from her.

She gives him a final hug, “And it’s Srewtompa now.” He nods as she makes her way to the spot with Tonowari and Ronal.

“You know our Srewtompa?” Ronal asks.

Jake nods, “I knew her when she was just a little girl.”

Confusion spreads over Ronal’s face. She looks at the girl for confirmation and she nods. Ronal’s mind doesn’t seem to pick up on the implication, the implication of Jake’s background; otherwise Jake probably would have been turned away without second thought. She turns back to Jake, “And you seek uturu here?”

Jake nods and Tonowari looks at them, “We are reef people. You are forest people. Your skills will mean nothing here.”

“Well, we will learn your ways, am I right?” Jake says.

Ronal continues her circle around the family, grabbing at their features as she mentions them. “Their arms are thin. Their tails are weak. You will be slow in the water.” She pauses, grabbing one of the children’s hands. “These children… are not even true Na’vi. They have demon blood!”

Srewtompa can see the family’s shame as Ronal announces it, picking up another kid’s hand to show their fingers. The girl looks at them, sorry for what was being done.

“As do I,” she says, stepping in front of Tonowari. Ronal’s head whips towards her, anger flashing in her eyes. The whole clan knew it; they knew she was not always Na’vi, but it isn’t something that typically affected her interaction with the people. She walks over to Ronal, taking the boy’s hand away from her. “Look, we’re the same, Ronal. Me and these Na’vi, we are the same. To deny them as Na’vi is to deny me as well. I was born from a Sky Person turned Na’vi -- a demon blood, but I adapted.”

“That’s right,” Jake says, “ We will adapt.”

“My husband was Toruk Makto,” Neytiri says, making her way in front of Jake, “He led the clans to victory against the Sky People.”

“This you call victory? Hiding among strangers?” Ronal asks. She points to Srewtompa, “She had no choice. She was only a child.” She averts her gaze, unsure if there’s anything she can say will make Ronal see what she sees. “It seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one.”

Neytiri hisses and Ronal returns it, both women staring one another down. Jake is quick to separate the two.

“I apologize for my mate. She’s--”

“Do not apologize for me.”

“--flown a long way and she’s exhausted.”

“Jake,” Neytiri scolds. Jake is silent, but his warning look to his wife is clear with instruction. She falls behind him, making her way to join her children.

“Toruk Makto is a great war leader. All Na’vi people know his story,” Srewtompa says, trying to build reasons to allow them uturu. Her words earn murmurs  from the crowd.

“But we Metkayina are not at war,” Tonowari says. The small spark of hope dies with the sentence and she gives Jake a sorry look. Tonowari turns to Jake, finalizing his statement. “We cannot let you bring your war here.”

“I’m done with war. Okay?” Jake says, “I just want to keep my family safe.”

“Uturu has been asked,” Neytiri says, eyes closed and a frustrated tone.

Ronal and Tonowari look at each other, communicating quietly through glances. Tonowari’s eyes catch Srewtompa’s for a moment and he sighs, looking back at his lover. Although he still stays silent, she nods -- an act of permission. Tonowari places his spear into the sand, standing tall as he addresses the whole clan.

“Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters. Now, they do not know the sea. So they will be like babies taking their first breath. Teach them our ways, so they do not suffer the shame of being…” Tonowari looks directly at Jake, finishing his speech with one word, “...useless.” The family thanks him, mostly grateful except for their daughter in the back, who seemed almost tired of what was happening. “My son, Aonung, our daughter, Tsireya, and… Srewtompa will show you what to do.”

“Come! We’ll show you our village,” Srewtompa says with a smile. The group gathers the belongings and Tsireya takes the lead in showing the family where to go. Srewtompa walks next to Neytiri, clearing her throat to get the woman’s attention. “Mrs. Sully, I’d like to apologize for--”

“No,” Neytiri interrupts, shaking her head, “You were protecting your people. I understand.”

“Thank you,” she says, “Had I known who you were, I never would have acted that way.”

“This is for you. Your new home,” Tsireya says, pulling the attention away from the conversation. Jake says a few encouraging words, trying to get his family to cheer up as they all place their varying belongings down.

“I live right there,” Srewtompa says. She points to her marui pod in the distance, all of their eyes follow her finger. “Quite the walk away, but you all can come over if you need anything.”

“Who do you live with?” Jake asks, looking back at her. She hesitates, knowing that he won’t like the real answer. Then she realizes if she doesn’t answer, he will just worry and pry till he gets one.

“Nobody. I live alone,” she says, avoiding looking at him. 

“What?” Neytiri says. The sound of panic in her voice makes guilt rise through Srewtompa’s body. “That can’t be right. Where are your parents? You are barely an adult. You still need your parents.”

“They are… They’re gone,” she says, “And nobody really wants to take in the freaky demon kid, so it’s just been me down there.”

“Sounds like you’re living the life,” their older daughter says.

“Kiri!” Neytiri scolds.

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Ann-- Srewtompa,” he says, correcting himself, “You shouldn’t be alone.”

She shrugs, putting on a smile for the man, “I’m alright. I’m happy there.” He sighs, looking at Neytiri who has a worried look on her face. She catches a glimpse of it and shakes her head, “I will most likely see you guys all day, everyday. Alright? I’m only really in there to sleep. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah, mother, leave the poor girl alone,” one of the boys says. Her eyes travel to him and he bows his head, hand moving from forehead out towards you. “Oel ngati kameie. Nice to meet you, I’m Neteyam.”

His brother copies his greeting and their sister, who you now know as Kiri, mocks their bows. She feigns a male voice, doing a more fluttery version of the bow towards Srewtompa, which causes a giggle to leave the girl’s throat.

“I’m Tuk!” the little one exclaims. Srewtompa laughs at her excitement, sending Tuk a small wave.

“I’m Srewtompa,” she says, then adds, “But you all already knew that… I usually go by Tompa though.”

Someone at a distance calls her name, a sense of urgency in their voice. She glances out into the ocean, then back to the family. She says a rushed farewell, running out of the home and jumping into the ocean.

“She’s… interesting,” Kiri says. The other siblings nod in agreement.

“You all better be nice to her. She’s very important to me,” Jake says, “And she’s probably going to be your lifeline here. She’s gonna keep you knuckleheads alive.”

“What’s so special about her?” Neteyam asks, looking out the large open doorway. He sees her in the ocean, forehead resting against some creature’s head as she rubs their side gently.

“She was a human once, like me,” Jake says, “Where she came from… her people are similar to us-- to the Na’vi. And when the Na’vi needed her, she showed up. She was only a child when she got here.”

“She could teach you kids a lot,” Neytiri says.

“You protect her like family,” Jake says, “She is family. She may not be a Sully, but she may as well be.” 

Neteyam’s gaze lingers on the girl as she climbs out of the ocean, water dripping from her body. He notices how her features don’t completely match those of the Metkayina, enough to be identifiable but there’s something else. Her eyes catch his and she smiles, waving at him kindly. He bows his head a little, which makes her giggle. She does a fancy version of the normal greeting bow, which causes him to laugh as well. A child runs up to her, stealing the girl’s attention away.

[anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore]

[Scrubs_MD]

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

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This is Part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut Summery: Chishiya x female OC that I gave a Name for this Story

It surprised him how aroused he has gotten at this point. His cock no longer limp, was pressing uncomfortably against his legwear and Chishiya, who hated to miss a second of the screens displayed performance, set it aside just for a moment, hurrying to pull his pants down low enough to free his cramped member.

A relieved sigh escaped him as both his pants and his boxers were pulled down to his ankles and his cock jumped up, hitting his covered abdomen, and instantly staining the light blue fabric with droplets of pre-cum. He didn’t care. It was just a shirt. He had plenty more and unlike this inviting sight, he could buy another one if he wanted.

His butt set down on the cushioned seat, getting comfortable again and licking his lips as his hands grabbed the tablet excited. Lorelay was still playing with her toy buried deep between her legs and Chishiya? He relaxed at the realization that he hasn’t missed something important as the reveal of a nipple or behold, the now surely soaking cunt.

The girl moaned constantly like a dog in heat, only interrupted, when the purple toy left her most sacred place to draw circles around her navel again, whining to the self-inducted loss of pleasure and Chishiya became aware of how ragged his breathing has gotten. He tried to stable it, to force his heart into a healthy normal rhythm, slightly angered that this girl could get him so riled up, without even giving him what he asked for, but his mind was forced away from its tries every time another angelic moan fueled his want.

As a doctor in making, naked people were nothing new to Chishiya and fazed him in no way. All just skin and bones on a stick and they all came and went daily thru the welcoming doors of the hospital, while he stayed there and waited for the next one to undress. So of course, examining a female patient gave him no more dirty thoughts than changing a tire. Still.

When he watched girls undressing, just for him, wiggling their assess and excepting money he didn’t work for, with open hands and greedy mouths, he couldn’t help but get turned on. Having the power to give them what he had in a bunch, while they followed every one of his requests like the good little puppets they are, was something he enjoyed way too much for a vigorous man his age.

Nevertheless, his sadistic side was running in loops every time he discovered someone new to toy with. Sadly, as soon as he pushed them to the limit, where they audibly would do anything for him, he lost all interest in whatever they could give.

Chishiya knew he acted like a little boy, only wanting to play with toys he doesn’t possess and not with the ones that threw themselves eagerly every day at his existence, but that was just how he was. Getting bored as soon as he had what he craved, throwing away said toy and looking bright-eyed for the next and newest one. That’s what all man did, adult or teenager. Man, all over the world wanted to have what they couldn’t reach with their grabby hands, only to bare it no thought nor eyes as soon as it was theirs. Wanting what others had and jealous of all the things woman deprived them off. So human. So needy.

So him.

The same way Lorelay deprived him, by starving his need to see what she wouldn’t show fast enough. It awakened his desire to have her. To bend her until she broke in his hands, giving him everything he asked for and more. It was so carnal. So definitely animalistic, that Chishiya, who usually had his body in good control, grabbed his leaking length, stroking it up and down, while panting to the sound of her moans losing himself slowly but steady to this girl that had no intention to become his.

Long fingers wrapped slightly too tight around his cock, vigorously provoking grunts from his chest. He wasn’t close, yet, but if this damn girl wouldn’t pick up her pace, Chishiya, the normally so patient man, would fail himself to her and cum long before her panties even left her body’s secure state.

Only having one hand to type, Chishiya made quick work to send another offer, 4 times as high as the first one and Asa, turning on her stomach, looked at the screen and smiled as the notification chimed up, batting her long eyebrows dashingly.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Not yet big boy, but I could show you something else if you want.”

The straps of her bra fell to the side, leaving behind the smooth line from her throat to her shoulder blade for everyone to admire and tracing said place with almost no touch at all.

Thirsty Lorelay: “What do you say?”

Chishiya suspected to know what she asked for and for a moment he scoffed less amused, knowing damn well her breasts were nowhere near worth the among he offered before on her disappearing panties, but right now he would do anything to get a glance, even if it wasn’t the slid between her legs, that he wished to see. Fuck it, she got him hooked and if she wouldn’t be a cam girl somewhere in this city, that he will probably never meet, like ever, he would deny her what she asked of him, for the simple view of bare chest, that he has seen alike at least a thousand times at work.

But here he was, in the safety of his home, with no one who could see and witness him losing his cool, like some idiot panting creepy over two simple tits, google could show him for free.

Amused at her boldness, Chishiya typed another offer and Asa accepted it with delight, biting her lower lip and flashing him one hell of a daring smile. The edges of her lips twitched pleased with herself, as she caged the working vibrator with her thighs, set up again on her knees and down fell the unwanted piece of annoying lingerie to reveal the two faintly heavy pieces of fat tissue.

Chishiya gasped unwanted. His thumb had creeped up to the tip of his cock, caressing it and slightly dipped into the breach, just as the first nipple made its debut. Beads of white milky pre-cum ran down his fist and then landed on the leather fabric of his seat, staining it forever, but Chishiya still didn’t care about anything else, then show he was getting and so his hand kept stroking and forcing more impatient sticky liquid to appear.

His eyes focused and unfocused rapidly, while starring at the vision he bought with his father’s money. Young and firm breasts literally caught his eye and told him never to close again, out of fear he might miss even a millisecond of what they so willingly promised him to feel like. In his head, the fantasy of running his long surgical fingers over the soft skin, played on repeat. How plum the curves would feel. How strong they would stand against his palm’s pressure on them. How they would bend and mold into his touch as he kneaded them. Fucking heavenly, but so far away.

His appetite was rising instead of lowering down, driven up by the new sight. Mouth watered so much he had to constantly swallow, or his pride would take a great damper, if he started to drool like some low-life weirdo. He felt so gluttoned and on the edge but shit, it was a wonderful feeling so he kept up his pace, hoping the girl would soon drop her tormenting antics and show him what he craved.

Thirsty Lorelay: “What is it, Scrubs? Did the cat steal your tongue?”

Chishiya instead bit said tongue, to stop himself from unnecessarily barking at his screen, making a fool of himself. He didn’t answer her. Wrote no message, that could let her know how much he yearned for her. No, he wasn’t ready to drop more of his coolness and smothering his pride with his own behavior.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Don’t tell me I have no effect on you?”

The purple working toy left her aching pussy, vibrating all over the place and Asa traced it back up to her mouth, making a show, to swallow the whole thing down to its base, like the most tasteful meal of her life, moaning muffled sounds, before pulling it out again with a small pop at the end. The sight reminded him heavily of his young teens, where his teacher showed how to place a condom on a penis, by demonstration it on some random banana and encouraging his pupils to do the same.

Chishiya remembered how he imagined, just for a mindless moment, how his own dick would feel like, caged by the small piece of lubricated latex and all that by the hands of one of his female classmates, licking her lips at the sight of his heavy cock between her fingers. For a moment he lost his cool. For a moment he wasn’t his father’s son anymore. For a moment he was nothing beside a horny teenager, just like everyone else. But this moment passed, like every other did, only to now make a strong comeback at the promising view of how much Thirsty Lorelay could swallow, if she wanted to.

While Chishiya was captured by his own keen mind, the chat went wild, busting with comments to her actions, telling her to please do it again and asking if she could also take in bigger ones. Their bigger ones. Pfft, as if they even had one. That started a whole new race, of horny guys writing down their size, to impress a girl that probably very much knew, all of those numbers were nothing but nasty lies.

Chishiya chuckled entertained. He was in no way like those greedy monkeys, that probably got off on the sweet girls face alone. However, it did make him feel better, to know that he wasn’t the only one struggling to keep himself uphold, when he wanted nothing more, then his aching dick to disappear in her weeping hole.

His hips bucked more and more against his hand and his chair had never felt so unpleasant and caging. Chishiya got up and hurried his bed, with only one thought in his mind. His knees dug deep into the mattress and the slatted frame slightly creek, as he leaned forward, grabbing one of his pillows and beginning to hump it furiously like a mad man.

His cock further stained material he didn’t paid for, nor cared about in the slightest way. After today, Chishiya would probably throw the whole thing out, but for right now, he could do nothing else, then keeping his body up with one hand on the bed, so he wouldn’t fall over, impaling himself, while his hips rapidly fucked the bolster, and his left hand gripped the tabled with no intentions to ever let it go.

His grunts became louder, and his face dripped with sweat as he watched Lorelay fumble with her chest. Kneading the soft flesh and rubbing the small bud in the middle between two fingers, while pinching it from time to time, giving herself some extra euphoric moments.

Her own desire to cum was raising too, but Asa had learned how to keep herself in check, so her viewers could and would enjoy her to their fullest, even if she overstimulated some parts with her vivid tries. Her folds long soaked the fabric that separated her privet area from the stimulating machine in her hand and as Asa’s hand went down anew, pressing excessively hard against her own clit, her body jolted upwards, yelping from the sudden pressure and panting hard, with widened eyes, as if she hasn’t done this all to herself.

“So good” she whispered as sultry as human possible, winking at the camera, tired and panting and watching the chat go crazy again, thanking and asking for more and there she was, having all the power and trashing around on her own bad, while those guys probably fucked their own hands, wishing for nothing more than them to be hers. Or her mouth. Or…

Thirsty Lorelay: “Are you ready boys?”

It was enough teasing, Asa though, deciding to show the typing mass what they all hoped so much to see. She laid down on her back again, with her pelvis facing the camera. Her legs, angled left and right and opposite of everyone’s attention, giving her fans no view of what she denied them all the time, due to crossed legs right in front of the electronic device.

Thirsty Lorelay: “You have been so good to me, let me show you what you all have been waiting for.”

Then, she opened said legs slowly, giving the chat the needed time to adjust, before raising her both limbs upwards in the air, hooking her thumbs into the hem of her underwear and pulling the clothing off of herself.

At first, she freed her hips from the unwanted hug of the panties, then came the alluring fat of her butt cheeks, exposing themselves excruciating and deliberately lazy. A gasp escaped her lips, as the damp part of her panties carefully raised off and chill air hit her puffy folds, sending shivers down her spine and making her hole clench around nothing.

Thirsty Lorelay: “What do you say? Am I giving you a good view for your money?”

As the overflowing part of her came in sight, Chishiya hips stilled for a moment. That’s how much in awe he was for finally seeing what he waited for. It was all there. Glistening lips, the pinkish abused bud, right above the gap he would love to fill up right now. He imagined how tight she would feel. How her walls would clench around him, hugging him tightly and unwilling to ever let go and shit he wouldn’t want to either.

Instead, Chishiya would love to stay in there and have his way with this starved pussy. She would love it too, he told himself, picking his rutting behavior against the pillow back up. She would love him inside of her and would surely beg him to never pull out again.

But he would. He would do it just to tease her the way she teased him. To see her fruitless tries of getting him back inside. Her wiggling spine, that trashed around just like her body did before and hearing her thirsty whines, asking him again and again why he was so mean.

She would love it and he would love it more and that was all he could think about, as she pressed the vibrators tip against her clit, jerking up with his trusts consistently.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Mhmmm...s’much…so good. Been waiting to show you guys how good you make me.”

[BabyMaker53]: And you make us feel good too baby

[ProneBoner]: Such a nice pussy

[RideMyFace]: Been waiting all day to see this

[NaughtyBoy_123]: Fuck I wish I was there

[Masturbator666]: I could make you come in seconds

[BigBratThatLovesItHard]: I’m so fucking horny right now

[SelflessLover69]: Shit my dick wants this pussy so much right now

[AnnonymousGuest]: Notice me princess I will give you dick all day long

But Asa didn’t notice anyone. Her screen was too far away, and her mind clouded with the approaching high.

Thirsty Lorelay: “M’feel like I’m gonna cum soon boys” she said moaning and tensing her butt cheeks while her small cunt clenched angrily “Wanna cum with me? Wanna make me real happy boys?”

The chat did want to make her happy. Writing novels of how close they also were and Chishiya would too, if he wasn’t too prideful to confess how good she made him feel, while literally being somewhere else. She could be in another galaxy and not in the same district. Thats how far away he felt from her, craving hungry for the smallest part of her flesh and to pound her as feverishly as he did his pillow.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Make me proud”

Asa’s hips raised high exposing her whole ass to the camera as she came hard with strangers watching her every twitch. Her hips didn’t stop jerking up, jumping up and down in front of everyone, until she felt her orgasm fading.

Surprisingly, at least for Chishiya, he did come with her. His own body fluid left his scrunching balls, squirting in more and more rounds, until his guts pumped themselves empty with nothing more to give. His eyes starred intensely over her exposed pussy until he saw her own liquid run down those already drunk folds and fuck, he loved the view.

His fingers moved fast to make a screenshot of what was shown to him, even tho he still panted hard with a half empty brain and a dying erection smooched into his once comfy pillow. His mind told him to let go, but his body was still writhing and so he stayed there and watched how Lorelay set up slowly then pressed her lower body against the lying length of the vibrator on her sheets, rocking back and forth and likely overstimulating herself.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Did everyone cum?”

She asked with a husky voice, vocal cords have turned rough after all her moans and cries, but that didn’t stop her from speaking to her loyal fans that all so craved her attention, like she craved their money.

Thirsty Lorelay: “You know my number one rule”

A long whine escaped, as her swollen clit grazed the vibrating toy.

Thirsty Lorelay: “No one is left behind”

Hips guttered back and forth, making two delicious tits jump up and down with joy. The increasing vulgar comments took no end at piling up in the chat, but Asa was too busy to register that, her mind set to not rise off the vibrating mass between her legs, bouncing harder on it as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Fan after fan thanked her for cumming, but mostly for not stopping. It made Chishiya realize why this girl was so beloved by each and every single one of her followers. No matter how hard she just came, or how long it took her to get there. Lorelay had no intention to stop the show until even the last of her loyal watchers has beaten his meat into euphoria.

The alarming rate at which her chest rose and fell, pressing out one pornographic moan after the other, was sign enough to let Chishiya know, the girl on the screen was approaching her second relief in a short time. Lorelay was ruthless to her own body when it came to satisfying her dear fans and Chishiya watched with lustful eyes how she humiliated that juicy cunt, while running her hands up and down her body.

The last ‘Wait for me’ turned into a sweet ‘Thank you’ and Asa allowed herself to succumb into pleasure and let herself go anew. As her body finally stopped, unable to hold itself upwards, the girl collapsed to the side, giving another wonderful view of her body bathed in her own saucy sweat.

Her lungs were heavily expanding against ribs, all while Asa tried her best to come down from the last high of the day. Her heart finally calmed, and she turned to face the camara lens smiling tired and spend.

Thirsty Lorelay: “I hope” she started, stopping to take a few more breaths before going on “You guys had a good time. I feel fantastic and for that I have to thank each one of you. You were so nice to me, I’m so spoiled thanks to you” she winked, a drained smile on her face making kiss sounds and waving everyone goodbye.

One after the other left the Chat and Chishiya also fell down on his bed. His back laid on decadently soft sheets, hugging him from each side while the tablet fell somewhere slightly out of reach but still on the bed.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Scrubs, you still there?”

Chishiya heard a voice calling out to his username. His face turned to the side and looked over at the tablet, scrunching and unwanted to move.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Don’t tell me you still don’t have enough?” a soft chuckle escaped the girl’s mouth and Asa shook slightly her head, not knowing who the guy on the other screen was “Once greedy, forever greedy I guess”

Chishiya tapped on the screen. The Chat had emptied completely, and he was the only one left. He thought about ending the stream and go for a shower, but before his finger reached the tiny red X in the right corner, his new favorite performer reached out to him again.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Hey Scrubs, I hope you enjoyed my little show today. I have seen that you are a new watcher and so I decided to personally say thank you for coming. Hopefully in both ways.”

Chishiya raised an eyebrow at the terrible joke, but he listened on, letting her end her little speech and see what would come out of it.

Thirsty Lorelay: “I hope you had a good time and liked what you saw. A lot. If that’s the case, you are whole heartly invited to come back when the next one starts.”

Oh, he will come back for sure. The blond man decided this as soon as his pants dropped to his ankles in lightning speed.

Thirsty Lorelay: “I usually make shows on the weekend but you if you are interested into some private ones, you can always hit me up during the week and ask for one. My prices are in the description with my available schedule and I’m sure we will have a good time if you decide to come and say hi yourself.”

A private chat? Chishiya stroked his non-existent beard. That sounded promising and the blond couldn’t wait to book a day just for himself. His dick was already twitching at the thought of having the streamer all to himself.

Thirsty Lorelay: “If you do, please think about sending me some uplifting advice on what you prefer I wear. After all, I want to make sure I greet you the right way.”

Some piquant ideas instantly came to his mind. Some however would need preparation beforehand and probably one or two thingsshe didn't have. He would need to look up her profile and find out if she was willing to buy the stuff herself, or if he had to find a way to deliver it to her. After all, for a good time, Chishiya was willing to spend a lot of money, if the cam girl he watched was gifted enough and fucking shit, Thirsty Lorelay was gifted in so many ways, he would buy himself a lifetime of her attention, just to feel as good as he felt moments ago.

Thirsty Lorelay: “In case you feel extra needy, you can hit me up and ask for new stuff. I am always eager to try out new things, maybe even situations. I am sure we will come to some agreement no matter what.”

Just a question of price. Chishiya knew the requirements girls like her tend to ask, but he didn’t feel averse. Rather the opposite. His desire to find out how far she would go for some of his cash was right back and his voyeuristic side already couldn’t wait for the next show.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Anyway. Thank you for joining and hopefully we will see eachother again. Maybe even outside the chat? Who knows. See ya, Scrubs. Have a wonderful spend night. Mwahh.”

The girl threw him another kiss smiling and then ending the chat.

A small dialog window opened up immediately and asked him to rate how much he enjoyed the skilled girls show and Chishiya grinned, content with himself as he pressed the 5-star button and the site thank him for his time.

No, he thought, setting the tablet aside, thank you.

[wardenes-official]

pinned, click for info byi !! * rpgram’s masterlist!

“ — good day, prisoners. my name is es. i’m the prison guard. this place is milgram prison. it exists to judge your sins, the ten of you. ”

* mun / mod does semi-lit rp , crack sometimes. they might also apply their own hcs onto their muse.

muse can be in either t1 or t2 timelines, depends on the question/rp. mod is very neutral on rp plots, can follow!

꒰ RP REQS — open, go ahead and do tag me !

INBOX IS OPEN — go on and ask anything ! ꒱

៹ ៸៸ ABOUT MUSE __

﹒es, they / them pronouns

﹒warden of milgram

﹒15 years old ꒱

៹ ៸៸ ABOUT MUN / MOD __

﹒ALSO es or esmod/mun ! hello there :D

﹒he / they pronouns + trans demi-boy

﹒16 years old , suspected adhd

﹒modded by @eslover ꒱

៹ ៸៸ SHIPS __

﹒es x oc [within age range] , okay!

﹒es x haruka / muu , okay!

﹒platonic ships , okay!

﹒es x anyone else not mentioned [romantic] , no.

៹ ៸៸ DNIS __

﹒smut / nsfw, this is a sfw blog.

﹒basic dni + israel / any other neg supporters

﹒ irls unless i permit you to interact

﹒ inappropriate mlgrm ships

﹒ pro/comship etc

selective block, doubt itll happen here…

៹ ៸៸ TAGS __ [WILL UPDATE OCCASIONALLY]

# ​꒰ mlgrm breakout! ꒱ — OOC TAG HEHEHE

# ꒰ prison tour ꒱ — guide around my blog (generally)

# ​꒰ ahem— an announcement ! ꒱ — important posts

# ꒰ request l. ꒱ — asks from inbox

# ꒰ crack ꒱ — crack roleplays/interactions

# ꒰ semi-lit ꒱ — semi lit roleplays/interactions

# ꒰ (un/)forgiven. ꒱ — heavy / light genres tags !

# ꒰ i won’t acknowledge it. ꒱ — trigger warnings, you have been warned.

# ꒰ working as per usual. ꒱ — random es talking posts to allow others to trigger short roleplays/interactions.

# ꒰ oh ? you want to talk ? ꒱ — first interaction posts/rbs coming from other ocs/prisoners!

# ꒰ report has been scrapped. ꒱ — ooc rbs!

# ꒰ a report has been made ! ꒱ — rbs abt rps/rpers

# ​꒰ short interrogations ꒱ — short post/rb rps longer than the length of 3 reblogs! below that isn’t tagged.

# ꒰ long interrogations ꒱ — long post/rb rps, for those who wish to do long roleplays with es instead of just 1 time interactions! only used when longer than short interrogations, assuming 6/7 reblogs. [ tag to rp <3 ]

# ꒰ ??? ꒱ — interactions w/ anonies

# ꒰ !!! ꒱ — interactions w/ ooc blogs

# ꒰ 00? ꒱ — interactions w/ ocs

# ꒰ 011 ꒱ — es interacts outside of asks

# ꒰ 000 ꒱ — interactions / rps w/ (other) es

# ꒰ jklp ꒱ — interactions / rps w/ jackalope

# ꒰ 001 ꒱ - ꒰ 010 ꒱— interactions or roleplays w/ prisoners + 09system!

៹ ៸៸ SPECIAL TAGS __ ?

# ꒰ extraction failed ?! 💫 ꒱ — magic anon!

# ꒰ smart… fridge ? ꒱ — milgram smart fridge.

# ꒰ interrogating… the warden ? ꒱ — ask games

“ — i don’t know much about you lot. what i do know is that all of you are killers—that’s it. from now on, i’ll have you all enlighten me about yourselves.

once again, welcome to milgram. have a nice life in prison. ”

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

DJ's Smut Fics Masterpost

oh my god, i now know that these are a pain in the ASS to assemble. but like,,,, handy. so here you guys go. I'm going to sort them into six handy categories for you.

OC

be a good boy and...? - about 4.8k words. contains hypnosis/brainwashing, programming, mantras, orgasm control, trigger phrases, dubious consent. Use of 'good boy'. Features two of my OCs, Jamie and Aeor. (this is probably my fav thing on here ngl)

NSFS SUPERHERO AU

tbh, lowkey the best shit ive done, if you like a good hero-gets-corrupted-by-a-rogue/villain-w/-hypnosis then i've got some fics for You!!

EDIT: this au is kind of dark/fucked up. heavy on the dubcon and corruption kink - all three named heroes are succumbing to being fucked or fucking their villains and are not going to 'win'. please be wary of that going in. i answer questions about it via asks and most of the important plot/lore dumps are tagged under my 'nsfs superhero au' tag if you want to know more/get the tone.

siren's call - part 1 - about 3k words. dom!janus, sub!patton. Trans Patton. CNC, hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. praise kink (’good boy’), facefucking, fingering, sex with clothes on, magic sex, memory play, multiple orgasms.

unexpected songs - impossible tasks - part 2 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton. Covert/accidental hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. ...accidental exhibitionism? masturbation at the end (not exhibitionism, he's in private). multiple orgasms.

the next stage - part 3 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. blowjobs, riding dildos, magic. multiple orgasms. orgasm denial. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals. Praise kink.

Deeper and deeper... - part 4 - about 4k words - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. smattering of angst thrown in there. assurance kink. masturbation, degradation and praise, magic, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, obedience, orgasm control, crying, kissing. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals.

NSFS HUMAN AU

trapped in a brainwashing facility - 3.6k words, roceit, hypnokink/brainwashing, dubcon, pretty heavy fantasy, open/’unhappy’ ending, missing memories, uses of subliminal messaging on the characters - semi horror/erotic thriller

sleepxiety and motorcycles - 970 words, semi-public, swearing, dirty talk, coming untouched (ish), sub!virgil dom!remy.

NSFS FANTASY/MONSTERFUCKER/TECHNOPHILIA

Big dragon, little prince - 2.8k words, Logince. top!Logan bottom!Roman, dom!Logan sub!Roman. Fantasy au. Pre-established relationship, monsterfucking. Dirty talk/degredation. Size kink. Brief mention of attempted murder at the start (monster hunters).

big dragon, little prince 2: now the dragon has 2 cocks - 3.4k words. Roceit. Mentioned Logince. Top!Janus, bottom!Roman, dom!Janus sub!roman. fantasy au. Pre-established Logince. Monsterfucking, dirtytalk/degredation. Size kink. Hemipenis/double penetration. Frotting. Janus uses they/them.

field research - about 4k words. sub/bottom Virgil, top/dom Remus, trans!virgil, referring to a trans man's genitalia as cunt and pussy, anal, double penetration, aphrodisiacs, intox/mild cnc/mild mind-altering substance, talk of breeding, overstim, monsterfucking, tentacles and monstercock.

untitled vampire logan logince fic - about 2k words. Vampire!Logan, logince, mind control/hypnosis, dubcon, vampiric thralls (fun fact, first fic i ever posted here and it's sat at 69 notes for months which still makes me laugh)

admin privileges - about 2.8k words -logince, sub logan dom roman. hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.

NSFS CANON COMPLIANT

just download ur bf a new brain! - roughly 4k words. Logince, sub!roman dom!logan, hypnotist logan, brainwashing, brainwashing via subliminals in music, descriptions of trance and dropping, cnc.

intrulogical hypno shenanigans - 4.6k words. Intrulogical, implied introloceit. sub!Remus dom!Logan. uses ‘master’ and ‘pet/baby boy/good boy’ as titles. Edging, trancing, and some good ol’ fashion boning. Contains an induction.

sequel to the above fic but now intruloceit - 4k words, threesome, hypnosis, dom!Logan, sub!Remus, sub!Janus, some initial anxieties, kink negotiation mid-sex, mantras, uses of ‘master/sir’ and ‘baby/baby boy/good boy/etc’ as titles

soft moceit hypnofic - about 3.6k words, moceit, dom/tist!Janus, sub!Patton, hypnosis, trance, a written induction of sorts, dubcon, gentle vibes, crying. Written pre-SvSs/POF

a book to turn off your brain - 2.6k words. loceit, sub!logan dom!janus, no actual fucking. Hypnosis via reading. Mindlessness, slow fall, implied hands-free-orgasm at the end, cnc

bimbo virgil - about 1k words. analogical, sub!virgil dom!logan, hypnokink, dumbification/bimbofication, trance, no actual sex, mirrors, uses titles like ‘master’ and ‘whore’.

janus gets double dommed - roughly 1.5k words. dom!logan, dom!roman, sub!janus. roloceit. no actual sex, just trance. Induction is written out. use of 'good boy' as praise. hypnosis.

NSFS THOMASxSIDE

Teacher's pet - About 3.5k words. Dom!Logan, Sub!Thomas. Teacher/student roleplay. Both degradation and praise, use of ‘sir’ and ‘good boy’. A little ...feet...play? it was accidental but it’s hot i promise.

The One Where Roman Ties Him Up And Fucks Him Silly - 3.6k words. Bondage/BDSM, sub!Thomas, dom!Roman, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hypnosis, voice kink, royalty kink, royalty/servant dynamic (sort of) use of titles like ‘my king’, and ‘good boy’.

Well um there we go i guess i'll update it with more as I write them?? maybe?? probably.

and damn. ive written more than i expected won't lie. if you want reccs from me, i think the brainwashing facility one, the dukexiety monsterfucking one, bimbo virgil, my OC one and just all the superhero ones are the best

[another-lost-mc]

Hi, just want you to know I have Michael Brainrot bc of your works with him…. I’m not asking for more or anything, i love everything you do anyway….. but damn your Michael hits different….

Oh, thank you so much! I love Michael. Even in NB he still seems a bit underdeveloped and we don't even know what he looks like yet. (I've talked a lot about my personal headcanons about his appearance and at this point I stubbornly accept the likelihood that he's going to be a tall, long-haired and blue-eyed blonde instead. lol)

When I first started playing OG, he was one of my favourite characters even though we knew next to nothing about him. Some of my first fic ideas were about Michael, if you'd believe it. Maybe that's why I liked him so much? I treated him like an OC before Nightbringer came out because I took quite a few creative liberties exploring different versions of him.

I've mentioned before that I treat angels and demons in this game (and Father and the Demon King) as fantasy races rather than religious beings. To me, Michael is a leader - a flawed leader, sure - but he has so much personality and friendship and affection to give. He loves sweets and he's fashionable and even though his bond with Lucifer is undeniable, I think he genuinely cares about all his celestial brethren too.

Unfortunately for Michael, he seems like the type of angel that wants to be everyone's friend, but the problems arise when he has to stop being a friend and start being leader of the angels. We've seen him make difficult choices and we've seen evidence that he's struggled with the consequences of those choices. I think he has a lot of regret and unresolved trauma/guilt from things he's done, especially when it comes to Lucifer and his brothers.

I have no idea what the original plan for OG was after Season 4. My rough guess (or at least how I hoped it would play out) is that:

Season 5 would involve MC at least talking to Michael directly again (re: Simeon) and visiting the Celestial Realm on his behalf.

Season 6 would be the point when new angels visit the Devildom, including Michael (think of it as a diplomatic visit with higher-ranking angels making the CR's peace with the Devildom "official").

A lot of my Michael x MC/Reader stories assume that he and MC would've met in-person for the first time in Season 5. MC deserves a proper visit to the Celestial Realm (overnight, at least one week but preferably two or three) and a chance to meet Michael and the other important angels that help him run things. So many of my Michael blurbs are just him and MC interacting during that first meeting together because the first meeting trope is one of my favourites.

And as much as I love Michael, visiting the Celestial Realm wouldn't be complete with some more angels to liven things up. We have other established canon angels - Simeon, Luke and Raphael - but Uriel's been mentioned twice I believe, and I doubt he's the only other angel worth meeting. (OC Angels like Metatron and Gabriel help fill in the gaps so that my CR-based writing doesn't feel so empty.) We just need more angels in general - how else will a MC goes to the CR for the exchange program AU play out if there's only like, two angels there? >_>

Anyway. I try not to think about the implications of Michael's involvement in NIghtbringer since it took an odd turn with HM Lesson 20. I did outline some possible story ideas based on that particular plot point but I still prefer to write Michael in the OG setting for obvious reasons.

As a side note - I know I keep talking about it, but the OC story I've been working on features Michael as a major character in Part 1 that takes place in the Celestial Realm. We get to see him interacting with Lucifer (who is still an angel then) and other angels of various ranks, and the two main characters of course. We see Michael who tries to be a friend, who tries to be supportive and balance out Lucifer's different approach to handling things...and we also see Michael who abides by the rules angels are meant to live by and expects everyone else to do the same. I could've made him the "bad guy" in this, but I didn't. He has his good moments and his "omg you're such an asshole" moments, but no more or less than the other characters. It's very exciting.

......................yikes, that was a lot of words to say, "Thank you, fellow Michael fan! I also enjoy his character a lot."

[pyporapy]

Hey Jay :) give me a rundown of your OCs >:)

This has been sitting in my askbox for a while and I forgor to reply sorry Birby 😭🙏

Anyway!!! Let me give you the shortest possible rundown of my ocs as I try not to die in the process:

This is Grisha. He’s a bitch and can see dead people but it’s not a good thing. Chronically ill because of the dead people thing and has Some Issues regarding religion. Suffers of the godforsaken combination of “too many trust issues” x “very desperate for human connection”. God’s little chew toy and very painfully aware of it

This is Felix. He tries to be cool but is actually just some guy (and a kinda lame one at that but in a good way, at least). Has some deep-seated issues regarding himself and his sense of identity after years of pretending to be someone he isn’t for people that were never all that worth it but surely this won’t ever come back to bite him in the ass at some point. Neither will the fact he keeps running away from the past. Very emotionally congested but acts like he’s alright and chilling. Loves his daughter and is a true doñita at heart. Also he’s half ecuadorian which is important to mention to Me, an ecuadorian

This is Laura. She’s as close as we get to the only normal person in the cast but if anything she’s just the Least fucked up one. Constantly stressed and an overachiever. Enough caffeine in her blood to kill a horse. She does a good job at making people respect her but also she’s a girlfailure at heart. Not nearly enough social skills which is why her best friend is the only other guy in the office who doesn’t have friends either. Needs a hug and a nap but is too proud to ask for any of those. Doesn’t believe in the supernatural at all so she feels like everyone around her is pulling an incredibly elaborate prank to which she doesn’t get the punchline

This is Viktoria. She’s a bodyguard and a trained assassin since childhood. Feels incredibly disconnected from her emotions due to this that when they hit her on like a random tuesday at 3 AM she doesn’t know what to do. Feels more like a tool than a person and is so used to people not actually paying attention to her as a human being that when someone does she’s too awkward to keep the interaction going. Can and will kill you but she just wants to retire at this point. Tough and terrifying but also kinda lame but she’s allowed to be. As a treat

This is Cain. He’s a priest but he doesn’t actually believe in God, at least not in the orthodox way. Only reason he has the job is that they found him outside the church like a kitten in a wet box and decided to take him in, and the only reason he keeps the job is that somehow he’s good enough at it that more people join the church. A huge asshole so people either genuinely like having him around or just put up with him. Can also see dead people but it’s not nearly as catastrophic as Grisha’s case. Also incapable of forming healthy connections with people but that’s a problem he refuses to unpack

This is Gabrijel. He’s a millionaire and a model and a celebrity and a philantropist and a cult leader but the public is unaware of only one (1) of those things, and you can probably guess which one. Manipulative and cunning and overall a pretty terrible guy but charismatic enough for people to think there’s nothing wrong with him. Completely derranged but composed enough….until he Isn’t. Viktoria can’t stand him and anyone that works directly under him doesn’t like him but he’s too pretty to be bothered I suppose. Wants to bring literal Hell onto the world bc he thinks he’s Jesus or something bigger. Wouldn’t want him to haunt the narrative or anything, that would suck

The very general plot is that a bunch of people are being murdered. Grisha and Laura investigate it. Felix gets involved because he knew one of the victims and has mysteriously large amounts of information. Gabrijel is responsible for it and it’s all linked to his evil plan(TM). He first tasks Viktoria with killing them but Viktoria is done with his shit so she acts as a double agent for him and for Laura so she can Maybe get a day of peace in her life for once. Everything goes to shit at some point but I can talk abt it later since I feel like this is already too convoluted(?). And Cain is just There for the drama of it all ig

That’s it ty for asking and sorry for taking so long avdhebfhej hopefully I will share some more canon stuff here or on instagram instead of silly things 🙏 they haven’t left my head in over six years and I might start making it everyone’s problem I’m afraid

[nani-nonny]

Welcome to Nonny’s TedTalk about their background characters and their significance to the plot aka my excuse to suddenly lore drop OCs (I guess I’m calling them OCs now)

Anyways, a bit of a long post hehe

Roddy Runes: First Appearance on Distorted Mirror Ch.1: Switch

In front of Leo is a rodent yokai with a huge, bushy tail covered in singed fur. The yokai is wearing what can only be described as scraps of cloth dirtied in, well, dirt and what Leo hopes to be is dry ketchup. Over the yokai’s snout is a purple gas mask of sorts with a small D on the lower jaw—it looks way too close to Donnie’s logo…

The yokai’s eyes widen and his hold on Leo’s upper arm weakens. He drops the teen and looks over his shoulder at a human wearing the same gas mask. He glances between Leo and the human who pressed her finger to her ear.

The yokai finally stops to stare at Leo who stares back at him with the same look of confusion, “This—I don’t—where is the leader?!”

A rodent mutant (species unknown) that Leo meets upon first entering the future timeline. He’s a bit of a worrywart and skittish soldier in the Resistance. He loves children, and if it weren’t for the Krang apocalypse, he would have been a daycare attendant or a teacher/tutor. Leo wasn’t aware of this, but in the future, there was a huge accident with the Krang that mutated hundreds of humans. Roddy was one of them, which explains why Leo mistook him as a yokai in DisMir. Originally, Roddy’s name was Rudolf Thanes, but he changed it to Roddy Runes to better match his new appearance.

Fun fact: He would’ve adopted Leo in a heartbeat if the future timeline counterparts hadn’t claimed Leo as one of their own.

Occupation before the Krang: full-time university student majoring in education, part-time camp counselor

Occupation after the Krang: Scouter. Before his mutation, he was already talented in noticing the near-unnoticeable tracks laid out by any living being, including the Krang, or spotting enemies from afar, etc. But after his mutation, those senses were multiplied, especially as a mutation into the prey category. He’s extraordinarily talented in this area of expertise, to which he jokingly give thanks to his perception of always keeping track of kids he was chaperoning in his past

Significance: He played the part as the guiltripper and backup plan for Leo in DisMir. He unintentionally brings forth Leo’s guilt by mentioning the importance of family and teamwork when trying to reassure Leo’s nerves. Leo would have the option to run back to his side if absolute fear would take hold, and he would have gladly protected Leo with all of his ability and life. His significance didn’t seem all too grand, but he pushed Leo to take anxiety and fear in hand and step forward to responsibility.

Olympia: First Appearance on DisMir Ch.3: Breach

Leo raises a brow and is about to question the weird turn the conversation has made before the person serving the soup speaks up.

Her voice is gruff, limited to a rough but welcoming tone. She’s a mixed yokai, one Leo has never met before or even seen, with features of a bull and snake. She's missing a horn and snake scales travel up the length of her arm to the side of her face. She scoops a hefty portion of soup and drops it into Donatello’s bowl.

Her spoon flicks broth at Raphael’s face when she points her ladle at the turtles, “Watch it, it’s not easy to make balanced meals with what little shit we have. Don’t forget I can spit some venom in your rations.”

A bull/snake hybrid yokai based off of the Ophiotaurus from Greek Mythology that Leo meets with his brothers’ future counterparts. At the time taken during the fic, Olympia’s name wasn’t introduced but she’s the lunch lady that fed all of the Resistance present at the temp-base her bland soup. She isn’t normally the one who makes food, but she was the only one present with experience in feeding large numbers at a time, especially because she occasionally helps her wife in the kitchens back at home base. She is one of the surviving yokai from initial Krang invasion that is able to move and around and speak of the tale. Shes a socially perceptive yokai who likes to dish out people’s stories or secrets without the other noticing.

Fun fact: She was hinting that she was fully aware of how suspicious Leo’s appearance in the future timeline was, hence a part of Raph’s nervousness in talking to her. (Aside from pointing out that Leo looks “suspiciously” like Future Leonardo.)

Occupation before Krang: Battle Nexus fighter

Occupation after Krang: Frontline fighter, focused on giving and taking heavy hits as a tank, honestly not much of a change for her but became increasingly more of a life or death situation

Significance: She played the part of providing a sense of comfort and familiarity for Leo in a world completely strange to him, filled with people who aren’t strangers to the mind boggling situation of the world amidst an apocalypse. She’s kindhearted and warm, strong and easygoing, she truly cares for people. Her part wasn’t long, but it showed readers that despite the war, there are still kindness in people’s hearts and a sense of the mundane in the future. She also played the part of suspicions that are rising within the resistance soldiers present in the throwaway base, no one would voice their concerns, but she played it off as teasing. Very sneaky hehe

Wiler: First Appearance in Dead Man’s Deal Ch.4: Visit & Last Appearance in Return of a Champion

Leo turns to see two yokai who haven’t left the room yet. The shorter yokai, a penguin…of sorts, is seated with a large dumbbell in hand. The taller yokai, a falcon, lay on a bench with a barbell above his head. The falcon halts to a stop while the penguin sneers at Leo’s eye contact.

“Don’t expect us to leave just because Big Mama favors you,” the penguin snapped.

A penguin yokai based off of Maori mythology of tawaki. Just like the myth, Wiler often ventures to the surface under the pretense of being human. Hence his rough and boisterous demeanor, which he picked up from nights in New York observing the harsh demeanors of drunken Yorkers. Wiler was named by a Battle Nexus fighter after being abandoned in the cages and continued to live within the Battle Nexus until Big Mama finally deemed him enough to become a fighter. He only knows of the Battle Nexus, so he went above and beyond when satisfying his curiosity of the outside world and journeyed to the surface. He spent years observing the humans from afar, fear keeping him from actually interacting with them. The closest he got to an interaction was accidentally bumping into a child and apologizing profusely before he hid behind a trash can. He often surfaces to find that child again, to see how they’re doing.

Fun fact: He’s 4’9” (145 cm) in human form and often gets mistaken for a human child on his adventures on the surface.

Significance: He plays the part of providing a sense of normalcy to F!Leo’s life by becoming a close, adult friend outside of family. In the beginning, his short fuse was familiar to F!Leo as a reminder of Raph back in the days, although F!Leo never noticed this. He showed F!Leo how easy it is to talk to people and what it’s like to be normal, despite F!Leo’s reality of being a former war vet and from the future. His boisterous temperament broke through F!Leo’s thoughts and helped the fallen leader from drowning in thoughts of self loathing and regret. He would never admit it, but he thoroughly enjoys being F!Leo’s friend.

Ripper: First appearance in DMD Ch.4:Visit and DMD: RoC

Leo ignores them and just stares, wondering why the penguin is so hostile. The falcon falters under Leo’s stare, but the penguin gets more annoyed by the second. It got to the point the penguin dropped his dumbbell and stormed over to Leo. Leo had to crane his neck down to meet the penguin’s eyes who got angrier by the action.

-continuation of Wiler’s first appearance

A falcon yokai based off of Slavic mythology known as the raróg (or raróh). Unlike his best friend, Wiler, who was practically born and raised in the Battle Nexus, Ripper was sent to the Battle Nexus as punishment for a crime he did not commit. His family are renowned in the black market for a variety of merchandise, especially artifacts. They often sold to Big Mama and she is their best customer, but Ripper grew to fear her the day the family tried to sell her “authentic” artifacts from the human world and she retaliated by framing his father for drug-related crimes and personally sent his father to the Hidden City prison. This led to his elder brother taking over, but was swiftly framed for the sudden disappearance of artifacts within the Hidden City councilroom. His anxious and fearful demeanor made it difficult to speak his truth and was charged for the crime and sent to the Battle Nexus as punishment where he met Wiler. They swiftly became friends, where Wiler helps Ripper steadily overcome his skittishness and anxiety, and he helps Wiler get out of trouble by stepping in before it becomes trouble.

Fun fact: Wiler and Ripper met during training, much like how they both met F!Leo for the first time. Wiler was working on the barbells when he failed a push and Ripper easily lifted the barbells off of Wiler’s neck, saving the penguin’s life.

Significance: He plays the same kind of part as Wiler, becoming a friend to F!Leo and helping F!Leo gain a sense of normalcy beyond the time travel and guilt and strange familial relationship of fathering brothers in the past. Ripper is a softy who would allow anyone to walk over him like a carpet if it weren’t for Wiler, so his skittish demeanor warms F!Leo’s cold exterior. Through himself and Wiler, F!Leo relearns how to be friends and adapt to being an adult in an old world. They teach F!Leo it’s okay to be alive and continue with life, it’s okay to make friends and to continue to grow as an adult, to move on from the past and accept the present.

Griffith: First Appearance in DMD Ch.2: Regret & last appearance in DMD:RoC

Leo looks forward to see a smithy of sorts. It’s not much, especially in comparison to the only smithy he knows of, which he saw in his youth. But he recognizes the type of oven and the smithing instruments. There is a lone, burly yokai slamming a hammer onto red hot steel on a pedestal shaping it with expert precision.

“Griffith,” Big Mama says, catching the attention of the big yokai who immediately stops and rises to his feet. The yokai is taller than expected with muscles stacked upon his torso. He’s a swan wearing a dirtied apron and scars along his splotchy arms where feathers no longer grow.

“Yes Big Mama?”

A swan yokai based off of no myth really, I was watching Swan Lake when thinking about what to make Griffith lol. And I thought it would be funny to see the ever graceful swan reduced (or improved) as a big buff blacksmith in the Battle Nexus. He’s a gruff fellow, observant and meticulous in his work. He has been working as Big Mama’s blacksmith for almost the entirety of his life. He’s a man of little words, his body etched with numerous burn scars and battle scars (he argues that in order to create a weapon, you have to understand the fundamentals behind the weapon). He’s fluent in weaponry, often training with different weapons before using that knowledge attained to creature finely tuned weaponry that earned him a notorious title as the Battle Nexus’s renowned blacksmith. He holds no regard to many fighters, just watches them come and go as time goes on. He’s one of the oldest yokai living in the Hidden City, due to retire although never showing signs of accepting retirement, especially how youthful he seems.

Fun fact: He offered to make Lou Jitsu a weapon during the actor’s time in the Battle Nexus, but Lou Jitsu never accepted. Despite his keen eye, during F!Leo’s time in the Battle Nexus he never saw the similarities between Lou Jitsu’s style and F!Leo’s style—almost as if they were complete strangers.

Significance: His keen eye observed that F!Leo’s style was downright barbaric, almost sloppy had it not been so calculated. For every “mistake” in movement, there was a follow up that filled the gap. He almost opted to give F!Leo a barbed mace if Big Mama didn’t tell him that F!Leo’s weapon is a sword. He, without saying anything except carved F!Leo’s title into the handle, revealed F!Leo’s barbaric tendencies when fighting. He informs F!Leo through the title that F!Leo had long abandoned teachings and opted for desperation and cruelty in fighting. This, in turn, makes F!Leo realize how much he had changed because of the war and his actions. Griffith makes F!Leo momentarily break from thoughts about the past and realize the present—and that tells F!Leo that he’s not acting as the man he once was. Griffith’s part was extremely short, but he played a huge part in F!Leo’s life that F!Leo hadn’t realized. Although F!Leo never acted upon noticing this change, it opened his eyes significantly. But in RoC, Griffith played another part in helping F!Leo accept a new norm, a norm that is beyond fighting to push the pain down to fighting to heal. Another small part, but huge in F!Leo’s life.

Officer Xeni: First appearance in Leonardo Come Down Ch.5: Atone and Alone

The yokai policeman stares at Leon suspiciously, eyeing the young mutant. Leon smiles nervously behind a confident facade, his eyes switching between the policeman and the screen on the desk he leans on. The policeman almost draws his lip up in disgust at the elbow that leans on his desk and Leon quickly retreats.

“Let me check,” the yokai policeman taps away on the hologram, suspiciously eyeing the turtle gang as he does. A few more taps into the system and he says, “Alright… we don���t have a Leonardo Hamato nor a Hamato Leonardo. But we do have a Loathsome Leonard, and… hm. No last name.”

An unnamed badger yokai based off of the mujina in Japanese mythology. He was originally unnamed and species unspecified in the fic as I didn’t want to name him at the time of writing LCD hehe. He’s a pretty laidback guy, a little normal in comparison to the previous characters. He’s simply an officer, born and raised in the Hidden City, normal family of two kids and a wife at home that happened to meet the Hamatos as the strangest part of his mundane life.

Fun fact: He’s the definition of “she’s so boring if she were a spice, she’d be flour” (Louise from Bob’s Burgers) /lhj he’s literally just an average guy doing his job, happy and comfortable with his life

Significance: He plays the part of the informant for the readers and Little Leo. He fills in the readers for what happened in between the time that the Hamatos were asleep and F!Leo escaped to prison. He portrays the readers’ feelings about the F!Leo situation, showing pity to Leo for wanting so desperately to see F!Leo despite the ex-leader running away so often. He’s like a reader insert lol, not too entirely significant toward the plot other than being a bridge between the reluctant and self-isolating F!Leo and the desperate to understand Little Leo.

[ditzydisaster13]

Blood Runs Hot

For anyone familiar with my previous posts related to big hero 6, I have a 1shots book in progress on another account (link and or account name provided to those who ask). So if you want, here’s some angst.

Before anyone reads this chapter, I understand that I’m like really late to the game or whatever. And by that, I mean that I understand that Big Hero 6 as well as its characters belong to Disney and Marvel respectively.  And the fact that it came out in 2014. 

However, as of recently. I’ve become obsessed. To the point of watching the film at least once a week, typically every other day if I can, quoting specific moments a little too perfectly, and having the ability to notice things nobody else would make connections to without my outside knowledge. I’ve watched the movie loads. The Baymax series is a great 6 episode spin off. And the BH6 series is something I’m currently watching. Baymax dream shorts are funny, and I’ll soon get to the mini-series.

As for my stories, please be prepared for many levels of angst. Each Chapter, unless mentioned, will have no relations to the chapter or AU before it. Or the characters (canon character do not apply to the information) and will typically follow the canon plot line with minor details absent or changed. Some will have Tadashi alive, a discovery that takes place after the movie. And sometimes the movie just plays out as normal. As always, I fully recommend watching at the least the movie before diving into this book. But I hope you enjoy it regardless. 

And as always, any characters continuously used, unless said otherwise, belong to marvel and Disney. Such as. Hiro Hamada, Tadashi, Baymax, Cass, Mochi, Fred, Wasabi, Honeylemon, Gogo, Judy, Krei, Yama, Callaghan, and Abigail. As well as characters from the series like, Granville, Obake, Karmi, Megan, Noodle Burger boy, Globby, Felony Carl, Momokase, Liv Amara and Diane/Di Amara, Minimax, Richardson Mole, Barron von Steamer, supersonic sue, and others. 

-> Basically, any names you don’t recognize, probably belong to one of the many OCs I have planned for this book. I also like last names, so look out for that. 

A few more things before I start the book. Most are 1shots, and few have multiple parts. As many as 6 possible parts and as few as 1. For the sake of 1shots. Each chapter will be properly titled, in a way that doesn’t say too much, summarized through a series of tabs, given an Angst rating of 1-10 as the book title suggests, and then the ending will contain room for a quote, an authors note, the word count; room for suggestions of later chapters, and a goodbye with a nickname that relates to this book specifically. 

[ Blood Runs Hot: Big Hero 6, Angst, Angst shot, Hiro Hamada, Fredrick (Fred) Fredrickson, Fredmelion, Tadashi has past, Set slightly after movie Au, regrets, fire, adrenaline, loss, catching up with mentality, fears, anxiety, 6 out of 10, reminders, hiro realizes he’s not a fan of fire, regrets Fred’s costume, weirdly wise words]

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Hiro Hamada is an Idiot. Well, technically, he’s a genius. But for the moment, he’s feeling really stupid. Like big time. Air had become harder to breath since he realized. The fire…

And he started ignoring all his friends. His phone still pinged with unread messages. Buzzing from his desk as he simply laid in bed. A relapse. Of the depressive rut he had been thrown into when Tadashi died.

Well it was back full force.

Ever since the adrenaline wore off…

Hiro had realized something. Something fairly important. And now that his brain has fully registering what all of this means. That this was pretty much his fault. He couldn’t take it. Couldn’t face his friends. 

God damnit! He really let himself get this far. This far. Blindly. Without sight. Why had he gotten so angry? It was all back to the fire. Fire. All of it. 

Honeylemon had left him multiple messages. Majority of them asking if he was okay or if he wanted to talk. “Hiro. We all love you Hiro. I’m not the only one who’s worried. Please talk to us about this. I’m sure we can solve whatever it is.” That one message spoke to him.

He wasn’t actually reading the messages. Never even opened the app. Just skimming the texts as the notifications appeared on the screen of his phone. Hiro sped his way through Gogo’s messages next. A surprising amount of concern showing through the few messages the girl sent. Phrases such as how worried honey is. How he doesn’t have to deal with it alone. How Callaghan was in jail. To stop beating himself up. And “Whatever it is kid, you’ve got us to talk to.” 

That one caused him to tear up. Like it was clawing at his chest. His breathe came out in stutters. Hiro blinked past the water in his eyes, how it tickled his cheeks and wetted his eyelashes. How it bubbled up in his throat as a barely strangled sob. He went on to Wasabi’s messages. Kind ones. About spaces and time. Hugs and coping. Hiro laughed when Wasabi had said he could throw things through his laser induced plasma. “Maybe cutting things up inti thin little pieces will make you feel better. The apple was pretty cool” the man even went as far as to recommend a therapist, at least an online one he could message, to help him through this.

Hiro blinked and looked around his room. Empty. Silence aside from his crying. Cass was downstairs giving him his space. But he really just wanted a hug. Hiro glanced at his phone and then turned to watch as his hand almost uncontrollably fished around in his pocket. The decision ti do so, not within his memory. Tadashi’s chip. Green and gold. Tiny wires and circuit boards. And the little smile face with the stethoscope. Baymax.

Hiro wanted a hug. From Cass would be nice. Baymax would be awesome. But that marshmallow doctor robot wasn’t with Hiro to hug him and pat his head saying “There there”. But most of all, Hiro just wanted Tadashi. Not just to see him in dreams or night mares or memories. As an angel or a ghost. Even as some sort of weird hallucination. Hiro at this point doesn’t care how real any of it is. But he knows he doesn’t wanna wake up from it, and barely remember a thing. 

Hiro blames himself. For Tadashi’s death. Maybes two weeks earlier, Tadashi had been trying to keep Hiro out of the bot fights. Hiro had gotten locked up in jail for a night and Cass had gotten him and Tadashi, poor Tadashi had been roped into Hiro’s mess, in the late hours of the evening. Cass had told them off and Tadashi had done his job as the older brother and gave him some wise words. Hiro had tried to go to another bot fight. His third that night. Tadashi had tried, to get a point into his little brother’s brain. Hiro wasn’t listening. And he fell for Tadashi’s trick. Hiro met new people, and he learned of his opportunities. But if he never did bot fighting. If he never made his product based off of megabot. If he never made those stupid microbots. A way for the villain to survive the fire. Tadashi went to save the bad guy. Like he always did. But he clearly never knew that Hiro was also among the villains. Clearly. Or Hiro would never would have added fire to the fight. Why did he have to get so angry?

Why hadn’t he thought to put up more fight with Fred? Hiro basically turned the blonde into an alien-dragon. A flame thrower. And Hiro’s blood felt like it was boiling. Self pity bubbling through hiss veins. As he sit in his bed, disgusted with himself,  teeth clenched and hot tears running down his face. Hiro was sick of himself.

But he can’t be mad at Fred. He’d been selfish and angry. Blind. Crazy. So sure that somehow, taking down Callaghan would bring back Tadashi. Hiro had been running on an adrenaline high when he made the hero suits. Hiro had been made that Tadashi was gone. That his brother was trying to be the hero. Tadashi was a good guy. But for some reason in all of his selfish anger, Hiro never saw the red of the flames that caused Tadashi’s demise in the first place. Hiro blames himself. He never should have made Fred a superhero flamethrower. But Hiro was now scared of the flames. 

Hiro can’t blame Fred. Or really himself at this point. Hiro has the rights to be upset. Maybe even upset with himself. But it won’t fix anything. Or change the past. letting his emotions bottle up and over flow worked so well last time. His blood ran hot. And then cold. Like his own body temperature was fighting with him. It sucked. He could cry. And scream. And sob. And nothing would happen anyways. Being upset wasn’t the answer. The fire didn’t really take Tadashi away. Hiro had just given up on the fact that he was still there. He knows there will always be living parts of Tadashi. Nothing would do much good. But Hiro could try to do better. So he went ahead and messaged Fred back. 

“We have to talk” 

It was a short and simple message. Hiro saw that Fred had read it. Fred would surely tell the others. That’s okay. He was ready. This would be his confession. 

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Quote: What Fire does not destroy, it hardens -Oscar Wild •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Authors note: Hey guys. As I said earlier, I understand that I was late when I decided “Hey, I wanna write BH6 FanFiction!” And as always it was made into an angst. I hope to post every Thursday, my time, and I hope you will enjoy these future chapters. As of now, I have over 100 summaries of chapters and ideas. This, in the beginning, was what I hoped to be a shorter book, maybe 60 chapters at most. But it’s easy to see this will likely end up with double. So I hope you can bare with me for as long as this book takes. 

Many thanks. Feel free to leave suggestions here: 

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Word count(including basically everything above): 1711 Hope you liked the chapter Microbots (it’s a nickname) see y’a next chapter! Post date/quotev:  Thursday September • 21st • 2023

[birgittesilverbae]

whats your #1 issue with the sanderson books?

Androl. My (non-exhaustive) list of reasons for that is as follows:

1. He parachutes onto the scene in Chapter 46 of Towers of Midnight. Prior to this, there are two name drops. From his first POV onwards, he has the seventh highest POV wordcount. More than Nynaeve, Min, Moiraine, Faile, Lan, Siuan, and a whole host of other POV characters who've been there since the beginning. Including his appearances in Pevara and Logain POVs, he's on page a whopping 9% of the time following his introduction. For what should be a minor character in an established ensemble cast as large as WoT, that's nuts.

Did you crack open aMoL hoping for an EF5 reunion, a Moiraine and Lan reunion, a Siuan and Moiraine reunion, or any of eight billion other dynamics? Sorry, not gonna happen, you've tuned in to the Androl & Pevara Show.

2. Hmm, I've got this whole Black Tower plot to assign to someone. Do I give it to the character who's been foreshadowed as important since tEotW? Hahaha nope. Sorry Logain but it's all Androl's now.

Like if you simply must grab a random briefly mentioned Asha'man to build your OC, pick a Two Rivers lad that maybe the audience will give the slightest fuck about

3. His arc is bottled as fuck. Outside of Pevara and Logain, there are only brief appearances of secondary and tertiary characters the reader has met previously. A couple plot edits and he could be excised completely.

4. He was intended as Sanderson's self-insert to "push the boundaries of the magical system", but instead violated previously established rules of the system. so that's neat.

5. He's a Gary Stu.

6. He's gotta be the biggest pathological liar. He's approximately 30, but claims to have apprenticed in a dozen crafts, in locations across the continent. To hear him say it, these aren't short-term apprenticeships, as he's supposedly spent the time necessary to acquire high-level skills. Forgive me if I doubt his ability to inveigle his way into traveling with the Sea Folk and convincing a Wise Woman to apprentice him, or his ability to travel as broadly as he claims while still finding the time for his dozen apprenticeships in the space of about a decade.

Just off the top of my head he's supposedly active in Tarabon, Mayene, Cairhien, Murandy, Andor (Mountains of Mist), and random islands far off-shore that even the Sea Folk rarely visit. Pretty sure that's not physically possible within a decade or so given the constraints of the pre-traveling world.

7. Super Special Unique Telepathic Warder Bond

8. I loathe the tea scene

[ceoofmetagala]

Eheurmmm .... Trollstopia???? ( I'm too deep into the fixation now 💔😭) under resd more is me waffling Abt my OC It was gomna be fanfic ideas but NOOOO I enjoyed talking abt 1 oc too.kuch

Genreal oc trollstopia thing that takes place after trolls band together

Lotus seabrook(he/him, but not in a boy way but a nonbinary way) ambassador for the vocaloid trolls shows up with some other members of their tribe to say hello after the tribe finds out about trollstopia and are interested

Some background context (sighs in embrssement)

Synth, king trollex and lotus were all raised together, trollex and synth are also brothers (trollex being much older too), Lotus is atucally half techno half rock with his father unknown and not important to mention,due to this the king at the time king coral atroll(taken from atoll but trolled) did not want Lotus sround but his wife took lotus in anwyad because he had no parents to raise him and coral reluctancy accepts this.

In an attempt to get rid of lotus he's made daylight savings dj and to sabotage him so that he has "no choice but to kick him out"

Lotus could dj just fine it was the singing he couldn't do,synth and trollex tried to help but coral forbade them so it was ruined by lotus bad voice that was unbearable to hear and he was kickef out and trollex promises lotus he'll let him back in when he's king and lotus thanks trollex !!

Although after he leaves techno reef he becomes grey and loses color

Lotus then found the travelling vocaloid trolls who were struggling and using some of the mechanical knowledge he had he made what we know was the vocaloid program and with that he could also sing!!! Yayyy ( his singing voice is that of Vflower because purple, and flower correlation and flowers voice is still raspyish) so the queen(hastune Miku) thanks him and he becomes a part of the vocaloid trolls now !!!! And with that he is starting to gain his color back!!

During the events of world tour ofc the vocaloid trolls are captured and he sees trollex among the captured trolls but he can't get the chance to say hi to him during the let's all sing and friendship song🫶🫶(just sing) and decides to make a visit to techno reef for his own sake finally confident that king coral is gone!!!

Wow that's. More background info than expected oh well.

So back to present and synth and lotus are getting along great having not seen each other for a while and the "episode" takes the main plot point for lotus and the vocaloid trolls to make a rave for everyone else and lotus confided in synth that his voice right now isn't really his own and that his own had long been gone and now he uses his program to still speak and sing if needed properly!

Synth plans to keep it a secret but while lotus is seeing branch look at his sleeve branch who was with poppy find out and poppy wants to help lotus ~be who you areeee~~~ (I wanna make her more align to movie poppy a bit but that'll be a tad difficult but she's less pushy and mean here ) while branch says that lotus seems to know who he is perfectly well but Poppy still think he shouldn't need this aht badly to which a lotus takes off jis other sleeve and shows that he can't speak without it !!! Much less sing and poppy tries troll speech therapy and lotus just gets sickly after it from the vocal strain of singing in his real voice and poppy feels bad for pushing lotus too hard and lotus insists it's fine and asks where his sleeves are and branch hands them over but not before dropping and breaking them and lotus freaks a bit but the smartest trolls get together to help rebuild the sleeves before the rave and they manage to idkkk

Lotus and synth do a rave and it goes fine yay👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

Uhhhh TAHTS it . I'm embrssed as hell rn tbh.

[iddybiddysquish]

Fate - Chapter Eight

Masterlist

Plot Description: What would happen if someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities; writer has DID themselves) got a god of death as another personality? Follows the plot of the anime and manga mixed including dialogue directly from the anime where appropriate. Character x cast of death note

Very minor self insert/OC that I've made into a vague reader insert that involves the reader being concerningly intertwined with Kira and his happenings against their will and seemingly against fate.

Fandom: Death Note

Gender: Female

Warnings: Dark and triggering content regarding death, suicide, mental illness and mentions of rape (character history - no rape in the story). Making out is described. Will add more as I progress the story.

Notes: Uploading early bitches! <3

Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading!

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- January 1 -

After days of stewing in my own thoughts surrounding the Kira case, I concluded I couldn’t keep this information to myself any longer. I had to go to the police and try to get a hold of anyone of whom might work specifically under L or in that area of the police. With this idea in mind, I made sure to wake up early after having double checked their opening time.

‘I have my therapy appointment later.’ I figured, ‘The station is out of the way, but once I’m there, the hospital is en route towards my flat, so I might as well go there first.’ 

With a puff of air, I locked up and left, waiting only for the bus once I had arrived at the bus stop. Once I got on the bus and I arrived at the outside of the police station, I promptly left the bus and made my way into the station, wasting as little time as possible.

However, once I entered I felt the anxiety that had been slowly creeping up on me, reach a peak, having to pause for a moment in case I might vomit. Fortunately, I didn’t, and with a few controlled diaphragmatic breaths, I continued forward in the direction of the reception. I noticed a woman in black hair sigh and walk away as I arrived. Despite the desk being void of another person with an inquiry, I waited for the receptionist to motion for me to come forward. Once he nodded, however, I got straight to the point as I stood closer.

“Hi, um…” I almost floundered, but forced the lump in my throat away by clearing my throat, “Is it at all possible for me to be able to speak to someone regarding the Kira investigation?” I begged, shifting uncomfortably when the black haired woman looked over at me. I let my tone drop to a quieter one, her attention making me physically uneasy, “I think I have some important information that could be incredibly helpful to the case.” the man sighed, making me frown lightly.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid no one is here from the task force at the moment.” he noted with a tired look before picking up the phone on his desk, “However, since you’re not the only one asking, I’ll call again to make sure.” I blinked, surprised by his words, but quickly thanked him and bowed gently before motioning that I would be at the seating area. 

If I thought I was apprehensive about coming in here in the first place, it was significantly worse when I took a look at the empty seat that I had ‘zoned out’ on days ago. With a gulp, however, I forced that down and gently took a seat, a heavy sigh playing on my features as I checked the time. I bit my lip.

‘Baka.’ I scolded myself, ‘It hadn’t even occurred to me that none of the members would be here when I was.’ I let out a puff of air before shrugging, ‘Still, I have some time; let’s hope they’re available within the hour.’

“Excuse me.” I blinked, a small, but silent gasp escaping as I looked up and at my right, only half surprised to see that black haired woman from before standing and looking down at my sitting figure, “Sorry to do this out of the blue,” she began with something akin to an apologetic smile, “but I overheard your conversation just now.” I blinked again, nodding slowly as I waited for her to get to the point of her inquiry, which didn’t take long, “I, too, have something I want to share with the task force.”

That held my interest, and suddenly her bold but tentative behaviour made perfect sense. Immediately I looked around before turning towards her whilst moving over to make space for her to sit. However, though I was sure she caught on, she shook her head.

“Not here.” she noted as she began looking around, “We have to be careful of who hears us.” I frowned, but nodded in agreement. Immediately I rose as she began to lead me to the toilets. However she cursed when the disabled one was locked. When she turned back to walk into the ladies, I shook my head, telling her no, before bringing out my raydar key and unlocking the toilet. She looked somewhat surprised at this and I wasn’t convinced she’d enter, so I elaborated.

‘After all,’ I rationalised, ‘we would need to trust each other, and if I tell her about me, she might tell me about her; I need to be able to trust her, too, after all.’

“Um, I’m disabled.” I gave a small smile, “I have several conditions. One is ehlers-danlos.” When she looked confused at the name, I continued, “It’s a connective tissue disorder, so it affects every part of my body. I’m hypermobile but I can also easily dislocate joints and tear muscles, tendons and ligaments.” as if by destiny, as I opened the door, my thumb made a loud pop noise as it slipped out of place. I cringed slightly, pulling back away from the door as my other hand encased my dislocated thumb. The woman looked somewhat mortified, though I only chuckled.

“Like that.” I chimed, only to cringe lightly as I forced my thumb back into the socket by combining forcing my thumb to make gentle waving motions whilst using my other hand to apply pressure against the joint with growing force over time. Eventually, with more of a snap-pop this time, it slid back into the socket and I waved my hand out whilst moving the fingers gently. I gave a sheepish grin.

“Don’t worry, it happens a lot. I just have to be careful in using it for a few days or so.” I noted before going to open the door again. However, the woman was faster as she grabbed it first with a small smile.

“I think I’ll try it this time.” as she opened the door I gave a light laugh.

‘I think she trusts me more.’ 

I nodded in agreement before following her into the toilet. Immediately I closed the toilet lid and took a seat, which she didn’t question, as she locked the door from the inside before turning to me. For a moment I felt a bit awkward as I was unsure what to say, but then after a few moments she broke the silence.

“My name is Shoko Maki.” I blinked, nodding. However when she didn’t continue, I realised she was waiting for me to share my name.

“Oh!” I stammered before smiling, “I’m Ai. Kedakai Ai.” Unsure where to go, I raised a brow at her before begging, “if you don’t mind my asking,” I waited for her to nod, which was kurt and quick, so I continued, “how are you related to the case?”

“I was going to ask something similar.” she chuckled, making me blink.

“Well I can go first, if you want?” I interjected, tilting my head slightly. The woman gave me an unreadable look, presumably studying me, before nodding slowly, with a hint of curiosity playing on her features. I internally shrugged.

“I have no real relation to the case through personal contacts or anything,” I clarified, “But I was on the bus during the hijacking.” Shoto looked visibly stunned at this before immediately frowning.

“Really?” she begged, looking up and down my body. I quickly caught on before slowly removing my top, mentally thanking myself for wearing a bra. Though she was initially shocked by my sudden decision, her interest quickly peaked as she noted the bandages and stitches present, taking particular interest in the gunshot wounds. Immediately I pointed at them.

“One went right through and the other is still in there.” I noted, before beaming, “Did you know they don’t often take them out unless it's necessary?” I grinned, “I thought it was so cool, though it might be a problem for MRIs in the future…” I realised with concern as I put my top back on before mumbling, “Still that’s a problem for future me, I guess…” 

“I believe you.” she clarified, which made me relax slightly, especially as she appeared to relax herself slightly. However, as she began to speak, I quickly realised she was ready to boil over, presumably from keeping her information to herself for so long.

“My husband was an FBI agent.” I gasped, hand over my mouth as I shook my head.

“I’m so sorry.” I looked away, memories flooding back as I tentatively continued, “Was his name Raye Penber?” the woman’s gaze darkened as she nodded. I bit my lip before reaching out to her, placing my hand on her arm, making her look up at me. I shook my head, sad and apologetic look on my face as I began to cry.

“I really tried to save him.” at this she looked stunned, but I couldn’t hold back my tears, “I really thought he would make it. I just-” I hiccupped, before trying to regain my composure. After a few deep breaths I gave an apologetic smile, “I guess however it is that Kira does this, it’s irreversible, even with intervention.”

We shared a few silent moments, most of which caused my anxiety to spike over time as I wondered if I had been too brash. However, when she came over and hugged me, I froze. It was only when I heard her sniffle, I snapped out of it, slightly, and felt unsure what to do.

“I was told a stranger tried to help him, but that you left before they could get your name.” she whispered, “I didn’t think I would be able to have this moment to thank you.” immediately I relaxed and hugged her back, tight, my own tears flooding.

“Don’t thank me. I couldn’t save him.”

“You tried, which is more than anyone else did.” She pulled away and gave a kind, though sad, smile, “We both have to be cautious, but given what you did and what you went through, I feel I can genuinely trust you.” I felt my cheeks flush at that, feeling honoured and grateful. I felt a tear leave my eye.

“Yeah, me, too.” I gave an airy laugh, “You don’t know quite how good it feels to be able to talk to someone else about this. Telling my friends would only risk their safety and, besides, they have no real understanding of what has happened with Kira. Not like you and I, anyway.” Maki nodded.

“It’s quite heavy, isn’t it?” she admitted, “But I suppose it’s necessary.” her look solidified, completely gaining my full attention, “At this point, Kira is everyone’s enemy, so we all have to do what we can to try and put a stop to it.” I silently gasped, but immediately nodded, my own features solidifying.

“Definitely.” I confirmed, “That’s why I came here today. I just couldn’t keep these ideas to myself any longer, even if it meant my life. 

“If you’ll excuse my bluntness,” I added quickly, “What is it you know?” Maki, surprisingly, didn’t hesitate in her answer, speaking equally as bluntly.

“Raye showed his FBI badge to someone on that bus.” I nodded, agreeing.

“It was a man. I never saw what he looked like, but I overheard his voice.” I frowned, scratching my cheek, “I would be lying if I said I could identify it, thought. Even for a regular person that situation was downright terrifying, but for me? I think I dissociated the entirety of the time and, as a result, remember very little.”

“This is the only way Kira could have gotten his badge.” I nodded, “Which means that Kira was on that bus.”

“There’s more to it than that, though.” I mentioned before getting out my book and showing her the paper I had written up, “Look here.” I directed towards the train, “After what happened on the train, I dissociated, so I have some form of amnesia about that day. But-” I looked up, regaining her attention, “-when I dissociate, I often switch to other personalities or people in my head in order to cope. In this case, I regressed into a child form of me.

“She wrote down the entire day as a diary entry in here, and it’s almost a reenactment of what happened on the train in excruciating detail.” immediately I opened the book to the right page and shoved it in front of her, making her jump though she quickly took it.

“He was talking to someone…” she muttered, “Raye didn’t leave with any receiver or earpiece, so he must have run into someone on the way.” I nodded.

“That’s not just it, look here-” I directed to the next part of the entry, “He wrote one thing down on the paper, as directed, presumably, and then had to wait. From there, he received or already had something on his laptop and then copied down whatever it was onto these pages. Then he left them on the train.

“Had I not been paying attention the whole time, I would’ve thought he had simply forgotten them.” she nodded.

“You’re right - he was directed to leave these there, which means…” she looked anxious as I confirmed her thoughts with a nod.

“Not only was Kira there,” I began, sniffling at the memory, “but as I ran to help Raye, I bumped into someone. As I was trying to help Raye, he was relentlessly reaching out to someone on the train - it was the same person.” I cursed, “Unfortunately, I only saw his clothes when I bumped into him and by the time I had thought to look up the train was moving. But I do know he was taller than me and wearing a black beanie and grey and orange hoodie - here.” I opened the page and showed her the outfit, which I had drawn. She looked surprised by the detail, eyes lingering on the size scale I had drawn, using my own body as a reference and, therefore, suggesting Kira was between 5’ 7” and 6’ 1”, but didn’t comment on it directly.

“That’s really useful.” she noted, nodding at me, “You’ve done a really good job.” I blinked, looking up before giving a modest smile.

“Thank you…” 

“So, the reason I am here,” she began, opening up, “is because, as we’ve both established, Kira was on that bus, but also,” she looked up at me with a serious look, “I think Kira can choose the method of death.” I blinked, but quickly nodded.

“I suspected the same thing…” I nodded, biting my lip, “Only I’m not sure if this is enough evidence-”

“There were four other deaths in the area on the day of the bus hijacking.” she interjected, making me gasp at Maki’s reveal, looking down at the ground for a moment as I thought aloud.

“Kira?”

“I am almost certain. These were different, though.” I blinked, confused, but motioned for her to continue. 

“Three did things before they died of a heart attack, the other three dying by heart attack. I think it was Kira and that he was using them as test subjects.” I gulped.

“Are you suggesting that Kira can manipulate people up until their death?” I begged, earning a sharp nod. I sighed, nodding.

“I, too, came to a similar conclusion…” she nodding for me to elaborate at my hesitation, which I did, “But when I wrote here-” I pointed at the correct part of the chart, “-that ‘Kira had 'some form of control over Kiichiro Osoreda', I didn't mean that literally; I meant blackmail, not magic.

“But you’re right. This is something beyond any scope of ‘normal’, so we must not let our understanding of the world completely bias the conclusion.”

“So I’m going to be frank with what I’m about to say, as I need to know your thoughts.” I noted, pointing directly at the train chart, which she nodded at, motioning for me to continue, which I did, “Raye mentioned something about ‘twelve people in groups of four’. Do you have any clue what that could mean?” Maki looked somewhat horrified.

“That’s how many FBI agents there are.” she noted, hand going to her mouth as she spoke, “We all came to investigate Kira inside the police force.” I blinked.

“What?” both of my hands covered my mouth, “Are you telling me that they think that there’s a mole?” she nodded.

“Something like that. They were all assigned to different people to watch over.”

“... Are they dead?” she blinked, quickly coming to the same realisation as I.

“Oh my God that’s what Raye was writing.” she gaped. I bit my lip, nodding.

“And that’s why Kira kept him alive initially after the bus hijacking - not just because of how suspicious it would be, though I’m sure that played a role…” I paused, frowning. However, Maki immediately shook her head.

"Raye couldn't possibly know all of the agents." she stated, “We just knew how many - he wasn’t permitted to know any more.”

“But Kira can manipulate people up until their death, right?” she nodded, oblivious, until her face dropped. 

"His superior died." she gulped, making me blink in horror.

“You think…” she nodded.

“If Raye told him his name, maybe Kira made him send Raye information regarding all of the agents.

“How, though? He wouldn’t have his face and that is required.” I groaned. However, I quickly cursed, the worry evident on my face, which made her frown. I clarified, "Kira was on that bus, which means..." I cursed again, "Fuck, if he is on the inside, he can access that report, he'll get my name - he already has my face."

'Fuck.'

She shook her head, which gave me a glimpse of hope.

“If they didn’t follow up with you, then that’s not possible.” I raised a brow, so she elaborated “Raye said most of the people left the scene as soon as the doors opened. It’s unlikely that they were interviewed - Kira, included.” she added glumly. I cursed at the last point she made.

‘Maybe it was a good thing I ran from the police during the train incident.’ I argued, ‘It would have risked my name finding its way in a report, again, and that’s the last thing we need.’

"Yeah. By the time I passed out, there were only a few people left at the scene - several had left before even the police arrived. If they didn't follow up with me, someone who they could have actually tracked, then they didn't with them, either.” I sighed.

"Since it’s unlikely that Kira stayed around to give a witness report, and we can’t track any of the other people who were on there, other than maybe the bus driver, means that the only clue we would have as to who was on that bus in the first place, would be if we got the camera feed from the bus.”

“I already went down that avenue.” I frowned, “I spoke to the bus driver. He mentioned you going to the hospital, suggesting you might know more but that it was unlikely given what had happened. Unfortunately he couldn’t recall anyone else.” I frowned.

“And the video feed?” she shook her head.

“There isn’t one.” she sighed, “Well, not anymore, anyway.” I frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Apparently the feed is only kept for a few days, four if you’re lucky.” she sighed, “Evidently that seems to be the standard.” she let out a puff of air, “It’s a problem I’ve encountered before in previous cases.” I frowned, tilting my head in confusion. She paused for a moment, clearly deep in thought, before revealing something quite important.

“I used to be an agent, myself.” I gasped, though the shock wore off quickly. I chuckled, instead.

“Actually, that makes sense.” I hummed, “So what was your plan with the task force?”

“I’ve worked with L before. The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases.” I blinked, genuinely shocked at that, “I was hoping to contact him, directly.” I nodded.

“That would make sense. But I presume you don’t have a number or anything, given his sworn secrecy about his identity?” she nodded.

“I’ve no choice but to stay until I speak to someone. It’s just too important not to do in person.” I agreed.

“No, definitely.” I muttered as I looked at my watch, cursing.

“That was my plan, also, however,” I looked back up at her, “I have a doctor's appointment soon, so I can’t wait here much longer without cancelling it now.” Maki shook her head.

“That’s fine, don’t cancel; I’ll stay and tell them everything we know so far when I get through to someone trustworthy.” she noted, before pulling out her phone, “But I do think we should stay in contact.” I rose up, pulling out my phone effortlessly.

“Of course.” I noted before giving her my number. Once she had read it back to confirm, I put my phone away, “Please let me know what happens. If they need to see me or anything, use that number.” she nodded before sending me a message to confirm her number, which I saved in my contacts list.

“Got it.” I noted as she put her phone away and reached for the lock on the door. Once she had unlocked it I followed her out before cursing as I realised the bus would be at the stop in a minute if it wasn’t already. Looking back I waved goodbye.

“Was nice to meet you, Shoko-san! Talk later!” I yelled over my shoulder as I began to make my way towards the doors, making her chuckle as she made her way towards the front desk, again. 

As the door opened, I bumped into someone in a white coat with brown hair, who was holding something big. Fortunately, neither one of us fell, though I stumbled a lot, before apologising profusely as I continued to jog backwards.

“Sorry about that! I’m in a rush!” I cried, before turning back around and running towards my bus, which was parked at the bus stop. 

Light paused at the door, looking back at the girl with an unreadable gaze. Ryuk followed it before looking back at him and gave a deep chuckle.

“Are you interested in her?” Light frowned.

“I suppose you could say that…” he muttered as he returned to his previous motion, his hand reaching out towards the door as he added, “I recognise her-”

He froze, the sudden déjà vu making perfect sense - something which Ryuk apparently already knew, as he gave another chuckle. Light would have glared at him if he weren’t in a public place, and quickly regained his composure as he opened the door and strode into the building. 

‘That girl with the (H/C) hair…’ he noted, ‘Now that I think about it, she sticks out like a sore thumb in my memory.

‘She was the one shot on the bus and taken to the hospital, that I know for sure… Despite my specifications that no one would be injured.’ he frowned, ‘It’s as if she wasn’t supposed to be there…

‘Regardless, I recognise her from somewhere else as well…’ he paused his steps, turning back to look over his shoulder, his realisation obvious to Ryuk, who laughed again.

“I wondered how long it would take you to realise it.” he grinned, “She can recognise you, can’t she?” Light cursed internally.

‘That’s right, she can.’ he cursed again, ‘Because she wasn’t only just there on the train, too - she bumped into me, just like that, as she tried to resuscitate Raye Penber.’ he shook his head, beginning his strides again as he attempted to appear as normal and unperturbed as possible, ‘I hadn’t recognised her, initially, because of the beanie and scarf hiding her hair quite well…’ he cringed internally.

“That could be a problem…” he noted with a sigh.

“Please help me!” this caught Light’s attention as he closed in on the reception desk, “I need to speak directly with someone from the task force.”

“I’ve told you already, there is no one in the Kira Task Force Headquarters.” the man retorted.

‘There’s no one in the headquarters?’ Light noted with minor curiosity, ‘Dad’s phone’s off… What’s going on?’

“Is there any way I can contact them?” she leaned forward, “It’s something very important relating to the Kira investigation.” Light’s eyes widened slightly, his legs freezing in place, though he attempted to maintain his composure.

‘The Kira investigation?’ he begged. After a moment he continued forward, giving a silent sigh, ‘That’s two potential loose ends.’ 

Just before he reached the desk, he muttered darkly to himself.

“I suppose I have even more work to do, now.” 

[ahundredtimesover]

Okay firstly, wow. Mimi the way Jungkook redresses OC's bandage, it's so domestic and cute. And how they're both vulnerable to each other (Jungkook especially since it's the first time), it's so sweet and it's actually something that happens in real life..

I love how realistic this whole fic is mimi. 1) They sleep on TWO beds and not on one like how it goes in most stories/dramas/movies. 2) OC does not end up wearing Jungkook's sweatshirt and she wears other actual clothes. 3) The owners of the guesthouse don't automatically assume they are a couple and how one person addresses Jungkook as OC's friend to her. I love thisss. Mimi you're giving us such nice butterfly-inducing scenes that are not only REALISTIC but also when both OC and Jungkook are PROFESSIONAL. The way Jungkook and OC both know they're attracted to each other and they both want to seek eachother's company but refrain from doing so because they know it's not professional and they have to stay in their limits, that's really nice mimi. And also how OC acknowledges the crush she has on Jungkook and tries to act on it like an actual mature adult.

And let's not forget that teeeenyyy bit of jealousy Jungkook felt and acknowledged when Jimin and OC hug

Maybe it's only me thinking this way mimi, but isn't OC always on the recieving end when it comes to her friends? I mean yes, she's not as free as Jimin and Soomin but what about Yoongi? Yes, OC is kind and understanding to Jungkook, but (correct me if I'm wrong) she also did accept to Yoongi that she does this because it's also beneficial to her, right? Maybe it's not mentioned in the fic because the plot focuses on Jungkook and OC's relationship but I really am curious to know how OC is her friends..

And I'm saying this again coz of how you told you literally had to ask people on how they should give a chance to The Light of Dead Stars. That fic is literally my most favourite fic of all time 🩷 It's just so beautiful and how it's with Jin and how it also shows OC's feelings' transition from Namjoon to Jin 🩷🩷

I love it so much mimi🩷🩷🩷

I'm waiting to re-read it once I'm done-done with my exams

Okkk I’m back to asks and I’m sorry this is late but I remember being so happy when I read this! ☺️ As for that whole guesthouse scene - yes, I didn’t go with the usual bc I didn’t feel like it was time, and I’m glad it’s something you appreciate bc there’s also something intimate with a two-bed situation?? And ok, with all the tension, there’s bound to be some butterfly-inducing moments bc they’re honestly so cute about their feelings (savor this) 🤭

As for your question regarding OC as a friend… yes, it seems like she’s always on the receiving end especially with Jimin and Soomin who drive to her, treat her, are affectionate to her. But she’s the type of person that people like being around bc of the emotional safety she provides - as I got older, I learned that this is an important yet underrated aspect of any relationship. Yoongi told her once that she gives comfort to people, and her friends feel this. Jimin and Soo are rich socialites who also deal with alot of stress and drama but they let all that go with OC. They’re themselves with her, and she doesn’t push them away. Yoongi has a no-nonsense attitude but she doesn’t judge him; he’s introverted and she doesn’t force him to socialize or anything. He didn’t want their friendship to change and she didn’t let it. There’s something welcoming about her. She can’t offer much of the material things but there’s safety in her presence, and that’s what Jungkook has realized, too. And that’s what I love about her. They’re all subtle since she’s not a grand person, but the care is truly felt by the other person.

And yay, another TLODS enthusiast 🥹🥹 I’m so happy you loved it! I think it’s my one fic where neither one of them started with feelings for the other, like it organically just happened hehe THANK YOU.

And thank you for this. This was such a lovely message 💕💕 I hope you’re well, anon!

[for-the-sake-of-color]

For Mary ann and Jet: 1, 2, 7, 8, 9, and 10

TYSM!!!!! This is for the Edgy/misc OC ask meme [HERE]

Full answers under the Cut

1) What would your oc rather just forget?

Mary Ann: She would probably like to forget the day she realized her and her father were just pawns in her mothers manipulative schemes, and that she would never be able to love herself and carry on fulfilling the expectations of either one of them.

Jet: Would probably like to forget the bits he actually can remember, of the first three days of the first battle of geonosis. Specifically the crater he woke up in dazed and badly wounded, surrounded by what was left of those he considered family, holding the last of them in his arms as they took their last breaths, leaving Jet one of the only survivors of their whole company.

2) What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

Mary Ann: She's a gurlanin shapeshifter who's natural form is a closer to that of a canine marsupial

Jet: Is actually three+ weeks younger than than Kix and is one of the youngest of his own squad despite being their leader.

7) What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Mary Ann: She was supposed to be even less of a one-off character than Jet is, given she was only originally ever mentioned in passing by a character (jet) who themselves was only a plot device for a single chapter. The second i decided to give her a backstory though, the idea of her being a gurlanin just jumped right out at me and everything else came together from there

Jet: Was only supposed to be a one-off character at a bar (79s) who had briefly gotten some dating advice from my sith OC Nihlus and was reporting back as successful in using that advice. And then I went back to write what led up to that initial conversation and grew to like him SO much that he's technically now the co-lead of the story alongside Nihlus (excluding kix as the siths s/o) and is vitally important to making this story work

8) Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Mary Ann: Yes Absolutely. She's a shapeshifter than can fully dissapear from not just sensors but the force as well. The full range of a gurlanins ability means she can do pretty much whatever she wants whenever she wants as whomever she wants

Jet: Yea, but not because of him. The rest of his chosen family are all far too good as committing and covering up murders that he couldnt turn himself in even if he wanted to cause there just wouldnt be anymore evidence against him by the time he made it down to the holding cell

9) Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

Mary Ann: Her character playlist isn't bulky compared to some of my others but I do like It's Time by Imagine Dragons

It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger But then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand That I'm never changing who I am? This road never looked so lonely This house doesn't burn down slowly To ashes, to ashes

It's related to her leaving her homeworld at 70 to get away from her family and all the expectations to settle down and bear children when she wanted to build an actual life for herself where she's free to live as she wishes

Jet: He actually (go figure) has one of my more fleshed out character playlists, the one which I associate with him most being Chalk Outline by Three Days Grace

You left me here like a chalk outline On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away Wash away You keep coming back to the scene of the crime But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway All you left behind Is a chalk outline All you left behind Is a chalk outline

Which is of course related to his deep trauma as a result of losing his batchmates in the hundreds, being one of the first units sent to geonisis, and as a result, how he holds no strong loyalties to the republic which he was raised to venerate and uphold.

10) What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

Mary Ann and Jet: oh you have NOOOOO idea how deep I constantly am in the Star Trek AU for Crisis Company where Jet is a Captain of the Intrepid Class ship Venture and Mary Ann is a (post-dominion war) changling, offically the ship Bartender and unofficially the ship counselor. I have soooo much to say about this st au like ALLL the time. Here's (rogue) Captain Jet and his Ship's Main Computer and Tactical War Hologram Nihlus [more here]

[swaps55]

So, a little peek behind the curtain for anyone who might be wondering why the hell it's taking me so long to update Fugue.

I've got roughly 18,000 words drafted of what was supposed to be one chapter that is now two. Getting those words out has been an adventure.

I agonized for about a week on whether I had the right person in the right scene for a character moment, decided I didn't, then rewrote the scene with a different character. Which required giving a LOT of thought to How Does This Character Grieve.

And then I decided the scene was in the wrong place so I moved it. And now have to rewrite it again for reasons that I will elaborate on in #9 & #10

I spent a month trying to block out the right sequence of events for an action scene. I finally did it. And I hated it. It felt wrong, Kaidan was out of character, the tension wasn't high enough, and it missed the overall mark by a mile.

Had probably three rubber duck brainstorm sessions with Real Life Romance Option (RLRO) to solve this problem. Revised the scene. Better, but still didn't believe in it. Said fuck it and just moved on. Maybe the answer will become apparent as I move through the rest.

Revised the scene from #1 again now that I had written the scene mentioned in #3, because #1 theoretically resolves some of the tension in #3. But the tension is still fucked up so this scene still isn't right.

Started blocking out the next round of combat, realized that it was boring from Kaidan's POV (not his fault - the interesting action was just happening where he wasn't), and then decided I need to change it up. Wrestled with that for a few days, because writing from the POV of OCs is always a little bit of a risk and I don't do it lightly. Decided it was important and valuable enough to do it.

Problem is, I have not written this character's POV since Sam died, so I took several days to sit with THAT and figure out what the world looks like through her eyes after his death and how that would help me tell the story I needed to tell. Problem: I still didn't REALLY understand what story I was trying to tell. I knew what the basic sequence of events were, but the character growth hadn't clicked yet.

Wrote the POV, and now, some 13-14k into this part of the story, FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHAT ALL OF THIS IS TRYING TO BE ABOUT. Thank god, now at least I know what I'm trying to accomplish other than Plot.

Realize that I now need to rewrite scene #1 from a totally different POV to create the parallels I'm looking for to move Kaidan along on his grief arc.

This presents a problem, because it puts me in Kara's POV while she is solving an engineering problem, and Kara is much smarter than I am. This meant another brainstorm session with RLRO, who handed me the PERFECT solution to the problem that fixed my character problems, fixed my tension problem, would make it possible for her to be smart without me being smart, etc., BUT, it meant throwing out every single word I'd spent an entire month writing.

Because of this entirely new development, which utterly changes the dynamic I am working with, I have to rewrite #1 AGAIN (which I still have not gotten to because I just finished #10).

I also still have to do first round revisions on the rest of the damn thing, because the back end of these two chapters is really raw and needs some love.

SO THIS IS WHY IT IS TAKING SO LONG. Every time I crown a chapter of Fugue as the most complicated writing I have ever put together, another chapter says, "hold my beer."

Once these are sorted out, I have two more chapters to write plus an epilogue. I think I know what I'm doing for all of it, but because each of these chapters interlink in important ways, what I think I am going to do is just write them before I post anything new. That way, everything will line up right, and once I am ready to post again, I can do it consistently.

I am really hoping I can make some progress over my holiday break (hopefully, but no promises, because I am traveling for part of it).

I am committed to getting this story done, and regret how long it's taking, but trust me, you did not want to read what I had before I figured this out.

Boy this one has been HARD. But I'm almost there. Almost. I'm really happy with the rewrites I just finished. One more big scene to rewrite. Then it's just revisions. I can handle that.

[octolingkiera]

May I request more info about the rise au so I can better suggest additional characters?

yeah of course!! i honestly forgot to mention what kind of au it is in the post itself (i made the post and then got off tumblr for hours like i was trying to forget i even made it in the first place dlkgfjsdljg) but i'd be happy to provide more info on the au!

(the post in question)

so the au is the separated au i've been working on for over a year (first chapter is posted on ao3 as sunset hues, jetpack blues) and i'm looking to add more characters into the fic to spice things up a little

the general premise is that splinter was only able to save raph and mikey, leaving leo and donnie (known in the fic as lee and dee) with draxum. the fic starts about where the series does, around the events of mystic mayhem, and after raph, mikey, and april destroy draxum's lab, lee and dee use this as a distraction to run away.

i intend the fic to follow lee and dee as they forge their new life away from draxum, and along the way they meet their brothers and splinter and april and end up becoming heroes. i'm going to loosely follow canon (a retelling, sort of, as a lot of sep aus tend to) but i don't want to follow canon 1-to-1. i want to add some new arcs, some new adventures, and change the existing things to match the change of circumstances

the foot clan are still planning on bringing back shredder, that's a given, and some things might still happen along the same lines as canon (especially stuff that happens off screen and some of the stuff with raph/mikey/april) but i hate when fics just rehash canon, so i'm trying to add some excitement

some characters i've already considered are:

tigerclaw (he's a bounty hunter here)

miyamoto usagi (he's an adult here, and he owns a dojo in the hidden city)

bebop and rocksteady (i'm thinking they're battle nexus competitors)

mona lisa (i'm going to make her a yokai, possibly late teens, early 20s, and tweak her name to be ramona, with "mona" as a nickname)

miwa (borrowing this name to create a snake yokai that's friends with mona lol)

i jokingly thought it would be funny to add in the frog mutants from tmnt 87 lol

but i've been really stuck on how to add any more characters, and which characters to even add. i don't want them to be big characters or very important, mostly just characters that the cast can interact with to fill the world, but i'm not a big fan of OCs so i figured adding (semi) recognizable tmnt characters would be a fun workaround lol

adding some more characters to make yokai would be fun i think, bc rise has this whole city full of them and we only ever get to meet a handful and it leaves soooo many possibilities

i hadn't really considered adding more antagonists before (barring tigerclaw, who i have Plans for) but it might make for some interesting plot threads to add more of them. rise has a fun mutant cast but most of them get reused a lot and

sorry if this doesn't really help much but thanks for asking!! i'm very excited for this fic and i wanna make it the best it can be. i wanna talk about this fic so much but also i dont wanna spoil everything before i get around to writing it so it's a fine balance between explaining enough to be useful and not explaining too much lol

honestly, any suggestions would be helpful. just giving a place to start would help. i don't mind doing some research but i don't have firsthand experience with characters outside of rise, mutant mayhem, and anyone in the first three-ish seasons of 87

thanks again for the ask!!

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

Ok I delayed this too much is time i make my appreciation of the Sonic IDW comic original Villains part 1:

First this guys:

The gangster green possum and the dumb Skunk thugs

Well for the design i have only one complain and is that i don't like how much this guy resembles Surge, but that's just a matter of color... They shouldn't have made him green but for the rest he is ok i love his Mafia clothes style XD, i like the Skunks too as they are.

Over all this guys don't look too important... I guess the possum gangster is not meant to be a heavy powerful villain and it seems more fit for him to have tumble and Rumble as his lackeys than any other villain ... But it will be fine to use him for less dramatic plots with more comedy relief.

Then Mimic the creepy octopus:

This character has a brilliant design, he is an octopus but has a face that resembles a skull 💀💀 and everything about him and his abilities make him so creepy, scary and shady and also he looks like he has a murderous aura.

He is not meant to be another nemesis to sonic, he was made to be exclusively part of Whisper existence who has a really sad and dark tragic past and it's all his fault and we still haven't see the last of him. I do wonder if he is going to become more powerful and challenging in the future... For such a strong presence and lore we saw too little of him... Now that tangle will join Whisper in her journey i hope we more of him... I'm up for drama!

And the last of this part,

Dr Starline the mad platypus:

Oh dear oh dear his design is my favorite!!! I can't express how much i love that he is a platypus!!

Unlike the others i mentioned this guy has a fairly attractive design, so attractive I wish he had a girlfriend (i saw a lot of fan arts of him with a OC goat girlfriend and I wish it was canon) but he was too focused on his obsession with Eggman 😂. I mean he wears an elegant coat, a stylish haircut and it totally looks like he wears eye makeup! (Eyeliner makes us all hotter regardless of sex or species, i don't make the rules) he is also rather elegant when he is not in fan or mad scientist mode. It's fun that he is not taken seriously by other bad guys probably because he is an annoying smartass, is like he is the loser of the group of villains even though he caused a great impact despite seemingly be more rational and less nonsense guy than Eggman.

Like the other 2 he seems totally fine with murder and is rather sadistic, he is ambitious and push his ideals to his idol Eggman and has 0 empathy for others regardless of being his subordinates or creations, he is not a strong fighter so I respect that they still made him fight physically despite being more of a brains and not muscle.

And well what he did to Surge and kit... And his tragic end in the fight against Eggman... I'll say he had a great ending descending from ambition and fanatism to madness and ending with a breakdown moment of self deprecating followed by a "supposed" death ☠️, man I'm gonna miss him... I still hope we see more of him.

In part 2 I'll talk of the last current villain showed... And totally my favorite 💚🖤💚⚡⚡

By the way... Is this a female platypus??👇👇👇