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oligoweee · 7 months

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Smile Hell Info Dump

I'm going to basically info dump about my old Smiler story called "Smile Hell." I never even got close to finishing the story, I only got roughly 20k words in and that didn't even get into it all however I had lost motivation.

In this universe, the Ministry of Joy (it's not actually called that) basically has locations all across the globe that aim for bringing joy to everyone but have many faults and there was even a reversal serum in the works. The Smiler roller coaster does exist at Alton Towers and there are many rumors surrounding it, some of which are in fact secretly true. I think it is an interesting take on the MOJ and I'd love to go back to it someday but for now I will give a fairly in-depth summary and talk about what was written, general lore/ideas, and what I had planned, including the ending.

Trigger warnings for: suicide, mental illness, kidnapping, murder, medical themes, abuse, and gore.

(Not going into detail for these because this is just a summary-type thing but they are referenced so I am putting warnings as a precaution.)

This is gonna be a VERY long (roughly 4.5k words long) post so have fun reading if you decide to, you're in for a long ride :)

[Also here was the cover for it!]

So, the important characters are:

Levee Bailey

Lance Hawks

Archie Bailey

Isa [No Last Name]

Doctor Thomas Lukes

Braylen [No Last Name]

This story takes place in 2021 in Maine USA and specifically a real life county by the name of Oxford.

Many people over the span of a year were going missing and no one was able to find them or they would be found but they behaved drastically different than before.

In Oxford County, two families lived there known as the Bailey family and the Hawks family. Lance Hawks was a theme park enthusiast and would travel all over the world or just go to theme parks nearby in the US, one of these trips was Alton Towers and he offered to bring along his neighbor and closest friend, Levee Bailey alongside her two teenage brothers, Archie and Koda. This trip was only left to references in the story. They went on the Smiler of course and things were fine up until they flew back to the US.

Before that, Koda had been struggling with mental illness and it kept declining but then the trip (and specifically the Smiler) had boosted his mood for a few weeks afterward until it started to decline again. In May, he committed suicide however his sister had been there and for months afterward, she thought it was her fault and that she was a murderer despite everything telling her otherwise. His death was all over the news and attracted a bunch of public attention and many articles online.

So now we get to where the main story begins, September of 2021.

Levee is still dealing with her grief and she often finds herself standing in Koda's room just grieving. She has flashbacks of the day he died quite often. Since the loss of Koda, Levee tried making attempts to get closer with her remaining brother, Archie, but experiences a lot of pain when looking at him because of his similar resemblance to Koda.

Since her brother's death, Levee constantly feels like she's being watched. Like hundreds of eyes are on her at all times. She's constantly paranoid outside her home and is always telling herself that everything is in her head. What she doesn't know is that she is in fact being somewhat watched in one way or another. This feeling is both real and in her head at the same time.

One morning she wakes up and realizes that her best friend (and neighbor), Lance, is not in his garden and she finds that really odd because he's always gardening in the mornings unless he's traveling. Levee tries thinking logically but deep down she feels that something bad has happened. And she is absolutely correct. We soon learn that Lance was in fact abducted and a missing person report was filed however with how many people have gone missing from Oxford County with little to no updates, there's not a whole lot of hope about Lance. (Sorry, pal.)

One of the people missing from Oxford County is a woman by the name of Aria Davis, her case was by far one of the most popular because she is one of the longest lost people, having been missing for nearly a year. Levee came across an article about her disappearance and was quite panicked and that is when she stopped thinking logically about Lance not being outside. So, she did the smart thing and went to his house and spoke to his mother who told Levee the news.

She was obviously upset to the point she didn't tell Archie so he decided to go over there himself and then he got back, wondering why Levee didn't tell him. When he questioned her about it the two started to get into an argument so he left the room clearly pissed.

Now there's a bit of filler but since it's September, Archie is going back to school. Well on his first day of school that boy got kidnapped and Levee did not know until she herself got kidnapped. Fun times with the Bailey family, am I right?

So, on this day, Levee goes to her job which is at the end of her street and it's roughly a ten minute walk (or in her case, a five minute run.) She feels like she is being watched the entire time but gets to her workplace and the day goes on until she has to go back home.

Levee dashes back home as the sun is setting and while thinking Archie is home from school, she knocks on the door as he usually unlocks it for her but this does not happen so she tries calling him and he doesn't answer, she assumes that he's still mad at her from the previous day so she grabs her house key but quickly realizes that it is not inside of her satchel bag (which previously belonged to Koda, fun bit of lore) so she gets a bit panicked as that feeling of being watched is not going away any time soon.

So, she runs over to the Hawks' house and rings the doorbell because she thought someone would be home but nobody answers and this causes her even more distress as she is alone outside in the dark. Levee then proceeds to out of reflex try and call Lance who obviously does not answer and then after this she calls her mother who tells her to go back to her workplace and wait there because her mom would be out of work shortly.

And this is where Levee's fate is set.

She makes a run for it back to her workplace but since it is very dark out, she doesn't quite know where she's going and the streetlights are dimmed. Then she notices a truck going down the street and she could have sworn it was following her. This completely screws up her course and she ends up going the wrong direction and running face first into a telephone pole which breaks her nose.

Levee is pretty much stunned for a moment and sitting on the ground to try and recover and she comes to the realization she ran in the wrong direction so she pulls out her phone and tries to go onto Google Maps but has no mobile data or anything.

She sits there trying to regain her energy and strength to get up off the sidewalk and she eventually does when she hears heavy footsteps coming from behind her. So, once again she starts running and then it turns out she's being shot at by whoever was chasing her.

Levee can only dodge the darts for so long before one lands in her neck and stuns her, within a few moments exhaustion overcomes her and she passes out with one last thought in her head, "I'm gonna die, aren't I?"

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Levee wakes up on a bed inside of a hospital-like room and it brings back memories of being with Koda when he died. She can't quite recall how she got in this place but is aware of an odd sensation on her arm, specifically the crook of her elbow which has gauze taped to it (implying that she had been poked with a needle of some sort.) For some reason, there is a very small feeling of joy that she can't quite focus on but it keeps her calmed for the most part.

She realizes there is a somewhat dull pain all throughout her head and neck but again, she can't recall what had happened. Despite her recognizing the room she's in as some kind of hospital one, she knows for certain she is not in a real hospital.

There is a description of the room which I will share a little of; the upper halves of the walls are a sandy-gray color whereas the lower halves are made of black and bright-yellow stripes and at the very bottom there is short white trimming lining the walls. The floor is made of light-gray tiles.

There's a table in this room and on top of it is a key card lanyard so once she gets herself off of the bed, she stumbles over to there and takes it. There is a name written on it alongside numbers and she doesn't quite understand what they mean. Next to the lanyard there is a note which tells her how to use it and that only her key card and her roommate's key card will work on the singular room door however the cards work on all other doors within the "Sanctuary." It also explains that she is a "employee," for this place and that she's currently on the third floor and needs to make her way up the fourth floor in order to change into uniform.

Levee looks over at the other side of the room and notices her roommate who is fast asleep, the table on their side contains the same items as Levee's.

Using the key card, she leaves the room and makes her way through a hallway with many different doors that need to be unlocked some of which are other rooms.

She makes her way to the fourth floor, changes uniform, notices there are spots of yellow in her irises (which are normally brown), then proceeds to leave the employee only floors (third and fourth) and skedaddles to the second floor which has a locked staircase as nearly all the doors in this building require a key card.

I will not be going into much detail about the second floor however, it is a living area for patients and has some bookcases that have books and brochures.

The low, somewhat raspy voice of someone catches her attention as they ask her who she is, she introduces herself and they introduce themselves. This is where Braylen is introduced, he is a patient in the Sanctuary and is implied to be a trans guy (this is canon it's just never outright said within the story.) There is no yellow present in his eyes which shows that he hasn't had any treatment yet. Levee states her confusion which causes her to giggle and it makes Braylen uneasy but he tells her the information that he knows about the place.

Braylen states that the place was in fact a real hospital back in the 2000s owned by a man called Doctor Thomas Lukes however the doctor calls it a "Sanctuary."

Levee thanks him for the information and then proceeds to continue her exploration throughout the Sanctuary. She finds the cafeteria on the first floor and there are a couple people sitting at tables some of which are employees. Then a voice calls out to her.

It's Lance, who is sitting at a table in the back of the cafeteria. The two are both in shock at seeing each other and Lance had scratches on his face which would have concerned Levee if it wasn't for her emotions being messed up. She greets him in a cheery manner and sits down by him.

They have a discussion and Lance, being the theme park enthusiast that he is, compares the place to the Alton Towers Smiler roller coaster lore. He actually goes on to explain the similarities and brings up the fact that there had been previous rumors of the Smiler being based off of real events or that the backstory was real.

Levee is completely weirded out and quite frankly thinks he's being stupid, she tells him he's not making much sense and then comes to the conclusion that he was trying to make light of the dark situation. They continue speaking some more and eventually Levee tells Lance to stop talking about the Smiler.

Levee then remembers her brother, Archie, and begins to worry about him to which Lance slowly states to her that he thinks Archie is in the Sanctuary too.

Levee does not take this too kindly but her rage is dulled however she still shouts at Lance asking what he means to which he then stupidly asks why she's panicking and she states that she's not but doesn't know what she's feeling.

Lance asks her a question.

"Does it feel like your emotions are just barely there and for some reason you're happy?”

Levee says yes with no hesitation as that is exactly how she was feeling. Lance is feeling this way too.

They continue talking and then Levee brings Lance up to the second floor to speak to Braylen who is sitting on a sofa reading a book that had no title and instead had a smiley face in the form of "=)" on the cover. Braylen then reveals that the book is fifteen pages long (albeit not numbered) and every single page consists of that same smiley face from top to bottom. It's not very important but goes to show this place is odd.

All three are weirded out but put the book aside. Lance and Levee ask Braylen if he has seen or knows anything about Archie. He states that Archie's appearance sounds familiar and that he saw employees (or at least, ones that looked very different and had metal armor) drag him to padded cells on the first floor.

Braylen also states it was nighttime and he wasn't supposed to be out of his room but decided to snoop around anyway and witnessed the scene.

They thank Braylen for his help and proceed to go back to the first floor and find the cells he was talking about. There are twenty in total and the two find Archie inside the fifteenth one that they investigate.

When Levee sees her brother inside the cell, she is quick to unlock it and go inside. Archie is sitting on the floor with red pinprick marks and bruising on his neck and alongside this his hands are wrapped in bandages that have light spots of blood that had seeped through.

The two siblings hug and Levee apologizes for Archie getting into this situation. Much like Levee and Lance, Archie can't remember how he was kidnapped. They exit the cell and speak with each other to which Archie explains a story very similar to the one Braylen shared.

Archie had woken up in his room and instantly panicked, leaving it and stumbling into two people who are later revealed to be apart of a subgroup in the Sanctuary called "The Ones Beyond the Walls." He explains that they saw him and grabbed onto him to which he tried to fight back and in the process destroyed his knuckles on the metal vests they were wearing before he was sedated and brought to a cell.

Levee takes note of his hands and suggests that they change the bandages. Lance knows where there's an infirmary and brings them to it and there is a somewhat gruesome description of Archie's knuckles. Lance cleans the wounds and wraps them in fresh bandages.

They all leave the infirmary and make their way to the cafeteria and discuss the situation for the umpteenth time. In the middle of their discussion, a young woman walks up and stands behind Archie. She introduces herself as Isa. Levee and Archie take note of one of her most unsettling features which is the fact that she has scars starting from the corners of her mouth going along the sides of her face.

(Lance had already met Isa so it wasn't as shocking to him.)

Isa states that she overheard the group of three's conversation and that she had information she could give that might help answer some questions.

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But unfortunately, this is where I stopped writing.

Don't worry though! Like I said, I am going to talk about general lore and what I had planned including the ending.

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So, Doctor Lukes' Sanctuary is the name of the hospital our main characters are held captive in. Despite what Levee kept thinking (it not being a real hospital) she is pretty much wrong because it was and technically still is a "real" hospital however it is not at all a professional one. Originally opening in 1999, this psychiatric hospital was operated by Professor Jasper Edmunds and Doctor Thomas Lukes, their hospital was open until 2011 where it closed permanently with no explanation.

Throughout the 2000s, this hospital was controversial and facing lawsuits in regards to abuse of its patients in there for treatment of their mental illnesses. However, they were dropped. This mostly took place in 2005. Professor Edmunds left shortly after this which meant Doctor Lukes was on his own with maintaining most things. In 2009, the hospital would once again face legality issues in regards to two murders that had happened. And finally, in 2011, the hospital was closed and nobody ever heard from Doctor Lukes again.

This is the more detailed form of the information Isa was going to tell the three if I had written past her introduction, I promise it wasn't gonna be a big info dump within the story lol, it was gonna be more spread out. Also, the Sanctuary info is similar to what Braylen had said. Isa was also going to go into a quick explanation on joy serum and laughing gas used in that place which answers the question on why everyone tends to be calm and strangely happy. (Obviously.)

Throughout the story, Levee and Lance try to uncover the secrets of the Sanctuary and they attempt to make an escape plan while pretty much being under the influence of drugs (joy serum) and doing their "job," of treating the patients. They discover that there had been a reversal serum in the works that would, well, reverse the effects of joy serum however there were many major issues with it. It's used within this story and the effects are shown; primarily aggression.

Who was the original one behind the reversal serum? Professor Edmunds, and then Doctor Lukes proceeded to try and complete it but was facing difficulties. And why was there a reversal serum? Because of withdrawal from not having injections of joy serum for a long period of time, it'd only get worse and worse so this was put in place to completely flush out the joy serum in a way. (Side note: Drug withdrawal is a major issue with the joy serum in this universe and it's especially shown with Isa who is constantly relying on even the smallest dose.) However, as said before, the reversal serum had serious issues with it.

So, what was Doctor Lukes' motive in taking a bunch of hostages ("patients/employees")?

Well, it changes in the timeline.

After the hospital had been shut down and with all of the legality issues, the place pretty much became abandoned and not only that but he lost a majority of his research and everything. He's stubborn and did not try and reach out to another facility or anything like that (they're extremely secretive too) so he took his remaining notes and studies, tried making a new joy serum, kidnapped some people that would later be known as "The Ones Beyond the Walls," and tested on them. Continuously tested on them. And then finally, later on, he wanted to try and reverse things and then give the joy serum again and reverse and... yeah.

Where was he working?

Underground beneath the original hospital. And this is where the main story takes place too. I find the Five Nights at Freddy's song "Below the Surface" quite fitting for this and the original Smiler lore in general (I remember seeing a Smile Always edit with it too so that's where I got that from!) And if you're wondering, "How did no one know he was there?" Well, the general public didn't know. With a lot of abandoned properties, there are still people that own the property and that's the case with Doctor Lukes' Sanctuary. The state people knew allat but not the public, you know? As I said before, these places are secretive.

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The Ones Beyond the Walls are as the name states: special guard-like previous test subjects that lurk in a part of the Sanctuary that is inaccessible to the normal patients and employees but is very much behind the walls of the normal place. They do what Doctor Lukes tells them to and they lurk about at night. They make sure things are in place and such. They are very calm people that take action when needed.

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Isa is a major part of the lore. It's revealed that she was the longest serving Sanctuary employee starting from being a patient and it's also revealed that she was Aria Davis from the news article Levee had read early on in the story. Aria was not in a good place and Doctor Lukes had reached out to her and offered her money (one of the only times he was somewhat-legally doing this shit) if she'd participate in his experiments/clinical trials and after a while she then got sick of it to which he then forcibly kidnapped her.

As a patient, Aria had gotten her face cut into a smile by an old employee who she later murdered as revenge and stole their identity (hence the name, Isa.) Due to the murder, she was put through a lot of "treatment," until she was left as who she is; an unhinged, overjoyed, snarky woman who seemed as though she was going to help but was instead absolutely hellbent on dragging everyone down with her as she interfered with Levee's and Lance's escape plan. And, she kept the identity of the murdered employee, Isa.

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There was certainly gonna be filler but also it was gonna show patients and employees getting treatment with joy serum and then the reversal serum being used. Because of the aggression the reversal serum was causing (albeit temporary) the group decided it was best to give it to people and keep them in the "special" cells that had been mentioned earlier.

Eventually, Isa gets the reversal serum injected into her and since she has been under the influence of joy serum for a long time, it doesn't go too well and she is furious and tries to kill Lance who had injected it. She fails and once she somewhat calms down, she struggles to cope with the feeling of not being in a constant state of joy. She experiences withdrawal extremely quickly and this is one of the faults of the reversal serum however it shouldn't have lasted too long.

Isa still tries to interfere with the plan and eventually she kills Doctor Lukes which wasn't apart of the other two's plan but aids in the escape and when she realizes this, she isn't happy. She isn't happy that the newest group won't go through the Hell she went through and thus she attempts to murder the main group but instead gets it turned around on her and Lance kills her which leaves him guilt stricken but Levee tries to reassure him that it was for the best.

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Finally, we get to the ending. The ending is a decent one and although a majority of the facility inhabitants are killed along the way (by Isa and eventually she herself was killed too), nine out of thirty people (patients and employees) escape and this doesn't include TOBW. Levee, Lance, Braylen, and Archie make it out safely albeit very much changed and still having the after effects of the reversal serum. I did in fact write out the epilogue before most of the other things because that is a habit of mine with writing.

So, the epilogue goes something like this...

Two months pass since the events of Smile Hell and our three main characters are trying to return to their normal lives. Braylen, who was cut off by his family before the events, moves in with Lance's family since he has nowhere else to go. Levee's paranoia is very slowly starting to go away and she starts leaving her house more often. It is stated that after escaping, the group had told all they could to the police and it opened a full blown investigation on the grounds of the Sanctuary and they ended up finding bodies buried far behind the hospital.

And yes, the main group gets well needed therapy after all this Hell they've been through lol

Levee, Lance, and Braylen are all out shopping in the town square before they visit Koda's grave which is their plan for the day. Levee sits down on a bench and waits for the men who are inside a store and there is another bench across from her. Someone sits down on it and they're wearing a mask and sunglasses (which she finds odd as it's not very sunny) but she tries not to think much of it before going onto her phone to pass the time.

The stranger across from her giggles which catches her attention and so she glances up and notices their sunglasses are off. Her heart just about skips a beat when she realizes that they have one yellow eye that was fading and one normal eye (implication that this is someone from the Sanctuary.) This obviously makes her highly uneasy and she prays to whoever is listening that her friends would hurry up so they could leave.

Eventually they appear and they don't pay much attention to the person across from her, they all leave but Levee looks behind her to see that the mysterious stranger now had their mask down and was smiling, but not in the unsettling, forced Smiler sense; it was a sincere smile that pretty much said "Thank you." Not only that, but they had very faded scars present on their face. Levee does not recognize them at all before she realized the possibility of them being one of the Ones Beyond the Walls. She gives them a quick thumbs up and a nod before walking off with Lance and Braylen, off to visit Koda's grave at the cemetery.

And that's all, that is the end of it all.

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Thank you so much if you read this whole thing! I very much appreciate it, I've been working on this lore for roughly two years but never really shared it with people until now.

If I ever do go back to this project and decide to continue the story I think there would be changes but for now this is the "settled in stone," lore of Smile Hell. I don't really know what my inspirations were for this exactly but obviously the general Smiler lore and what the community has come up with. Also I love stories that involve secret organizations and medical stuff like that. There are certainly things that I find unfitting but for my sake and everyone else's sake, I'm not going to critique my own lore for now.

Once again, thank you very much if you read this entire post, I hope it was interesting!!

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and here's a meme before I go which sums up all of this /j

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kodared · 1 year

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andiinaraethtash · 11 months

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Chapter 26: When There’s Madness (When There’s Poison in Your Head)

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.... hi. Sorry. I know it's been--what, two months? Three? Yeah. I sorta got sucked into a bunch of other wips and lost my train of thought, so to speak, with this fic. But! I found it again. I'll try to update again within the next month--feel free to send a comment or an ask on tumblr my way if I forget (https://www.tumblr.com/blog/andiinaraethtash if anyone is interested) TW: aftermath of possession/torture, suicidal ideation. Stay safe everyone! Chapter title from In the Name of Love by Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix

Sausage is more than sure that the whole, releasing-the-elf-who-used-to-be-a-demon is a bad idea, but Scott had seemed so desperate he hadn’t had it in him to say no. As it is, him and Katherine are in fWhip’s room, watching as a healer props fWhip up on a series of pillows. He’s holding his head upright, at least, which is… progress (and isn’t that depressing. He’s got only half the mobility a baby would, and they don’t know if he’ll ever get better).

Sausage glances out the window, toward the hill he’d seen the ritual be done. He hadn’t seen the second ritual, so he’s pretty sure things went… well, if there is a version of this where things ended well.

Katherine notices him looking, though, and swats his arm. “Hey. Can you focus? Remember, they’ve got each other, they’ll be fine. Pearl and Gem will look after each other.”

It’s entirely unfair how well Katherine reads him, and he turns to her, doing his best not to pout (and probably failing miserably). “I just… what if something goes wrong?”

With the hand that’s not caressing Koda’s fur, she takes his and squeezes it. “Then they’ll take care of it. We’ll make it okay.”

A shocked exclamation from the bed has them both turning, and to their surprise, the healer, who has a bowl of soup in one hand and a spoon in the other, is staring at fWhip, whose head has turned away ever so slightly.

“Did he just…?” Katherine asks, and Sausage scrambles around the bed to sit right in front of fWhip’s line of sight, though his eyes are unfocused and he can’t tell if he can actually see him.

“fWhip? Hey, can you hear us?”

No response. Sausage isn’t exactly one to give up, though, so he reaches out and grabs his hand, hoping, hoping… Nothing. No response.

Katherine sighs and takes the bowl from the healer. “Thank you, Bramble. Can you give us some privacy, please?”

Bramble nods and leaves, though Sausage barely notices. He’s too busy focusing on his friend—his brother—to note what’s going on around him, until Katherine nudges him aside with her hip and settles on the bed next to fWhip.

“Here,” she says, scooping up a small spoonful of broth. “fWhip, you need to eat something, even if it’s just a little.”

fWhip jerks his head away ever so slightly, and Sausage shares a grin with Katherine, because that’s more life than he’s shown in a couple of weeks, even if it means he’s not cooperating. She tries again, with the same result, and she gives him a fond but exasperated look. “fWhip…”

“fWhip, hey, you need to eat,” Sausage tries. “Please? You’re worrying me.”

He’s not sure, but he thinks fWhip sighs. It could be his imagination, of course, but whatever the case, the next time Katherine tries to get him to take a bite, he lets her pour it into his mouth and swallows, before letting his head fall back against the pillows and closing his eyes.

Sausage squeezes his hand before turning to Katherine, who smiles and shakes her head. “Stubborn man,” she breathes, a laugh in her voice, and Sausage grins.

“This is great, Katherine! He’s getting better! i knew he would, but this is—this is—!”

He’s cut off by a door down the hall opening and voices spilling out, familiar voices. He gives Katherine a look, and she nods, settling into the bed so that Sausage can go see what’s going on. Before he can get up, though, there’s a change in pressure in his hand, and he looks down to see that fWhip’s hand has twitched, and he knows he can’t go anywhere.

“I think you’d better go see if they need help,” Sausage says in one of his more serious tones, and she nods again, gathering her skirts and standing before giving fWhip’s shoulder a squeeze and leaving. Sausage hears Gem’s and Lizzie’s voices as the door swings open, but he focuses on fWhip instead of what may or may not have happened out there. fWhip needs him right now.

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Gem looks up, startled, as Katherine enters the hall outside the bedrooms. Immediately, she straightens, trying to keep her face neutral, but she’s sure she’s failing, because she really does not want Xornoth here. Scott, Lizzie, Shrub, and even Pearl all argued that it was closest, and secure, and not likely to freak as many people out as if they took him to Rivendell, where they actually might recognize him. She’d argued that the people of the Grimlands didn’t need any more reminders of what they’d been put through, either, but she had been outvoted.

So here they were, mere yards away from the door that hid her brother from the world, and they were discussing meaningless things such as who should be on the watch to make sure the elf isn’t alone when he wakes up, instead of how to keep everyone safe when he does. Just because he’d tried to kill himself as a first resort doesn’t mean he won’t resort to hurting others to get… whatever it is he wants.

It’s just that all the things she thinks she knows for certain about Xornoth are being called into question, just by his one minute of conscious action an hour ago. So while she’s still dead set against him being here, she also knows none of her arguments are really solid. There’s just too much unknown.

Katherine looks curious as she approaches. “I’m assuming everything went okay?” She asks, and Gem and Scott both grimace, though for different reasons.

“The first spell worked, and the second wasn’t necessary,” Gem sums up, and Scott sighs.

“Xornoth tried to kill himself.”

Katherine’s eyebrows shoot up. “Why?”

Scott shrugs, though his eyes look pained, and Gem remembers why she agreed to this in the first place. Regardless of their choices moving forward, they were doing the right thing, though whether or not they’re doing it in the right way… Well, only time will tell.

“I knocked him out before he could explain himself—or actually go through with it,” Pearl says, reaching over and putting a hand on Scott’s shoulder, though she’s shrugged off pretty quickly.

Katherine looks sympathetic. “I’m sorry.” At Scott’s nod of acceptance, she turns to Gem. “Good news, though! fWhip reacted a little bit!”

Gem jerks her head over, meeting Katherine’s eyes with disbelief. “He did?”

“Yeah, Sausage and I were trying to get him to eat and he kept moving his head away slightly!”

Pearl lets out a whoop and grabs Gem in a hug, spinning them around. Gem lets her. She’s too frozen in shock to react otherwise.

It’s a lot to process. After so long with him not getting better, to suddenly have him react to anything the moment she steps away feels like a punch in the gut. But at the same time, she’s so relieved she almost feels sick, because it’s been so long since her brother was his normal self and they’re inching back toward that with agonising slowness.

A hand on her shoulder snaps her out of her shock, and she glances behind her to see Scott giving her a small smile. “Go,” he says. “He needs you. We’ll let you know when Xornoth wakes up.”

She nods, grateful, and lets Pearl drag her away. As she does, she hears Katherine ask where Joey is, and she calls over her shoulder, “He went to tell the others what happened!”

“Thanks!” Katherine chirps, then the door to fWhip’s room opens and closes, and she’s with her closest friends and family, and slowly everything is starting to go right again.

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When he comes to, it’s with a pounding headache and a certainty that everything around him was wrong.

He’s not uncomfortable enough, not achy enough, and certainly not warm enough. He can hear a fire crackling in the background, and the blankets lying on top of him aren’t exactly cold, but nevertheless, he’s having to repress the urge to shiver.

There’s a matress underneath him, sunlight hitting his face, and someone else in the room, flipping pages and breathing softly. Actually, he notes, there are two people in the room; the one reading is closer, while the other is standing near the windows, their shadow occasionally blocking the sunlight.

There’s a quiet sigh from the closer person and the sound of a book closing. “I know you’re awake.” Male, Elvish accent. Xornoth cracks open an eyelid, and sure enough, there’s a pale elf with cyan hair—and Xornoth chokes on his breath. He looks so much like…

The other person comes around the bed he’s lying on and rests a hand on the elf’s shoulder. She’s a dark-haired woman—a fae, he realises, and dimly he recognizes her from his corrupted memories. Gods, but those are so tangled up and gnarled it’s hard for him to remember anything clearly.

“I’ll go get Gem and Pearl,” the fae is saying, and Xornoth takes the opportunity to look around.

Dark panelled walls, thin windows, and a faint smell of gunpowder tell him he’s not in Rivendell. The Grimlands, maybe? He vaguely recalls something about the Grimlands and gunpowder. It’s possible.

He goes to sit up but is stopped short by a firm tug on his wrists, and immediately he panics, starts tugging at the cloth restraints, because, no, no, he refuses to be at anyone’s mercy, he refuses to—

He refuses to put anyone else in danger. He needs—he needs to stop himself.

Maybe the restraints are a good idea.

On the other hand, it’s too temporary. If anything happens, if he loses control again, then there’s every possibility that he’ll wreak havoc and kill everyone. He needs to make that impossible.

He turns slightly to the elf, and isn’t surprised to find that the fae woman has left the room, but he is surprised to see the look of concern on the other elf’s face. He honestly looks scared of Xornoth, and really, he doesn’t blame him.

“Why am I here?” Xornoth asks, hating how weak his voice is.

The elf tilts his head. “Well, we weren’t exactly about to leave you out on the plains. Besides, here we can keep an eye on you.”

“You can keep an eye on me in the dungeons, too.”

A raised eyebrow, and the other elf starts asking, “Why would we—”

The door is thrown open, and in strides a woman with long dark blond hair and a sunny smile. “Xornoth! So glad you’re finally awake.”

He flinches at the sound of his name, and the person behind the sunny woman—a tall red-head with a taller purple hat and an amethyst-tipped staff, who must be a wizard from the Crystal Cliffs—nudges her out of the way. “Pearl, can you give us some space? Go… guard the door or something. We need to have a little chat with our guest.”

The sunny woman—Pearl, he assumes, which means the other woman is Gem—nods, her smile dimming slightly, and goes to the door, leaning against it as if to keep anyone else out. The woman-who-must-be-Gem sighs and sits on a chair next to the elf’s, propping her staff up behind it, still within easy reach.

A chill runs through him. Not a literal one, those he’s being wracked with, but this one is of fear. They know who he is. They know, and they’re wary. Part of him wants to lunge at them, make them kill him in self-defense, but he knows they’ll probably just knock him out again or start torturing him or something. And while he wants to end it, he would rather avoid more pain than Exor’s possession caused him.

So instead he sits up as much as he can, watching them carefully. He’s wary, afraid, but he also is so apathetic as to what comes next he really doesn’t know why he’s scared.

“Now,” Gem says. “I suppose you know who we are.”

“For the most part,” Xornoth mutters, but nods when she arches an eyebrow.

The elf looks over at Gem, pursing his lips. “Do you think we can remove the restraints?”

Gem shakes her head. “Not yet. Not till we know if there’s still any danger.”

“I won’t hurt you,” Xornoth says, his voice too tired and broken to be a lie. It’s not, and he hopes the others know it.

“It’s not us we’re worried about,” Pearl says from the door. “It’s you.”

He frowns. Why would they be worried about him? They know who he is, they know what kind of monster he is. Why would they worry about him being in danger?

Unless they want to protect him from the people of the Grimlands, if that is where he is. Give them the illusion that he’s secured and they’re safe from him, so they can mete out whatever punishment they see fit. That’s the only scenario that makes any kind of sense.

But even then, why wouldn’t they put him in the dungeon, if they’re so worried about the image they’re projecting? He takes it back, none of this makes any kind of sense.

Apparently, Gem decides his silence is a good opportunity to get on with the interrogation. “Alright. First off, I know we all have bad memories associated with the name Xornoth. Is there any other name you’d be okay with us calling you?”

Xornoth stares. He’s tempted, oh so tempted, to ask why she cares, to tell her to call him literally anything but his given name, but he can’t. His name is one of the few things he has left of his parents. He’s loathe to wash his hands of it.

Eventually, he shakes his head. “No. There’s nothing.”

“Oookay,” Gem pulls out a book and quill, jotting down a note on a blank page. “So. Xornoth. I’m sure you have some questions, but we have some too, ones we have to get out of the way before we answer any of yours. Got it?”

Her tone is less forgiving than her words, and he flinches away from her sharpness. “I understand.”

She stares for a moment, glances at the other elf, than straightens, taking a deep breath before launching into it. “Are you actively planning on hurting anyone—and yes, that includes yourself.”

He hesitates. None of them. Never any of them. None of the innocents, none of the people put in place to protect to them.

No, the only person he’s planning on hurting is the person whose hands are stained with the blood of hundreds of thousands. He wants—no, he needs to take himself out of the equation, to keep everyone else safe.

After all, what does he have to live for?

Apparently his silence is answer enough, and Pearl’s hand lands on the pommel of her sword.

“None of you,” He hastens to say. “I don’t… I don’t want anyone else to go through what I put so many through.”

To his surprise, the elf leans forward and puts a hand on the bed, close to where Xornoth’s are tied down. “It wasn’t you, Xornoth. It was Exor. We all—” he sends an acerbic look at Gem, who huffs “—know that. And trust me, if we don’t, then you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

Xornoth looks at him wearily. “Are all the people in agreement? Are the rulers?”

“All the rulers who aren’t basically comatose from what Exor put them through, yeah,” Pearl says, and now it’s Gem’s turn to send an acerbic look.

“Keep him out of it.”

Xornoth tilts his head, dimly intrigued. Someone she’s protective of, if he had to guess. His people skills are… lacking, to say the least. After all, he hasn’t properly socialised with anyone since he was… sixteen? Seventeen? No, eighteen. He remembers the preparations for the ceremony that would officially make him the Crown Prince. After that, it’s foggy.

Foggy, until that terrible night that still is seared into his memory, even after all these centuries. That night he stole into his parents’ room, slit his father’s throat, and stabbed his mother in the heart when she screamed to sound the alarm. That night he looked down on his little brother, and saw fear reflected in his eyes.

Even now, that’s how Xornoth remembers Scott. That look of fear, of terror, of confusion because his brother would never hurt their parents, would never hurt him, would never stab him again and again and again and—

“Hey!” A loud voice pierces the shroud of memory that he’s surrounded himself in. He blinks, and realises he’s making a keening sound in the back of his throat, he’s crying, and his fists are clenched around the sheets so tightly he’s starting to lose feeling in his fingers.

Shuddering, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, then opens them when he’s sure the tears have subsided. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “The memories… I wish they weren’t there, but I can’t seem to make them disappear.”

The elf purses his lips. “No one can. Well, unless they receive a very big knock on the head.”

He smiles, fondly, like he’s reliving a distant memory, and Xornoth wants to smile with him, but he’s too busy remembering the time Scott knocked him over the head during sword practice and he’d pretended not to recognise him when he’d come to. Scott had, understandably, panicked, and Xornoth had felt so bad he’d immediately dropped the act and wrapped his little brother in his arms.

From the doorway, Pearl coughs slightly, and Xornoth looks over at her, remembering what she’d been saying when he’d gotten lost in thought. “You’re sure the rulers are all…?”

Pearl nods. “Considering we’re them, yeah, we’re sure.”

He jerks his head up without meaning to. Oh. Oh. No wonder these three are here. They’re the ones whose people he has threatened and killed, whose lands he’s desecrated and corrupted.

Whose friends he’s tortured and broken.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts. “Aeor, I’m so sorry, I hurt so many people, I killed even more, it’s all my fault—”

Gem harrumphs and closes her book firmly. “That has yet to be decided. How many of them do you remember?”

A red-haired man he tortured to the point of breaking. Twisting people—a dark-haired, scarred man, a blond emperor (Joey? He doesn’t quite remember)—until they gladly served Exor. No, served him. Small people—gnomes, his mind supplies—fleeing in terror as their friends tore each other apart. His parents. His brother.

Countless wars, countless murders. He doesn’t know the exact number, but he knows this: he doesn’t deserve any mercy. He’s done terrible things, and even without Exor clouding and twisting his thoughts, he knows he’ll snap and do it again.

“Too many,” he whispers, and Gem and the elf exchange a look he doesn’t understand. “If you’re planning on offering me mercy, I wouldn’t bother. I don’t deserve it, and you’ll be safer with me out of the way anyway.”

The elf and Pearl both flinch, and he wonders who they are that they’re so dismayed by his honesty. Pearl seems to be the ruler of that province of Mythland—Gilded something or another, he never can remember—so maybe she’s more merciful than any of the others, but the elf? Xornoth killed the last royal family, so unless this person was hoping that he would be able to take the throne, he should at least be wary of him.

Gem leans forward. “Are you planning on hurting anyone?” She asks again, and he shakes his head, looking away from her.

“Never,” he says softly, “but Exor—”

“Exor is dead,” she says, and he whips his head around to look at her, eyes wide and disbelief flooding through him.

“He’s—what? How can you be sure?”

The elf straightens. “Because Aeor killed him, and in doing so killed himself.”

Right. The prophecy. He supposes it makes sense that it applies to the two gods, rather than the champions they choose. After all, he hadn’t died when he killed Scott.

(But oh, how he wishes he had.)

With a slow nod, Xornoth sinks back into the pillows, closing his eyes. “Thank Aeor,” he breathes, then opens his eyes and twists his mouth into a wry grimace. “Literally, I guess.”

As the elf and Pearl both snort in amusement, Gem leans forward, frowning. “So how much exactly do you remember of your time possessed? You didn’t really answer earlier.”

Before he answers, he takes a deep breath, and even then he doesn’t feel ready, but they want to know, so he’ll tell them. They’re the ones in a position of power. They’re the ones he has to convince to do the right thing.

“I… it’s vague, mostly, I just remember blood and smoke and screams. The occasional face. I know I killed so many people. It’s probably impossible to count how many. It’s been… millenia under his control—”

“Nearly three centuries,” the elf corrects, and Xornoth does a double take.

Three centuries? Only? That—that can’t be right, he knows he lasted too long under Exor’s torture, before he broke, for that to be possible. He can’t have broken so quickly that it only took three centuries for this part of the cycle to end. It just can’t be.

“Three…?” He breathes, not really fully trusting his voice. “Only?” At the elf’s nod, he chokes, looks down at his hands, and tries to wrench them free. He can’t—he can’t stay here, near people, if three centuries was all it took to crush him and have him wreak havoc across the lands.

Gem’s staff is in her hands before he can blink and is pointed at him with unerring accuracy, but he doesn’t stop thrashing. He needs to get out, he needs to—the others won’t understand. They won’t feel the heartbreak and self-loathing that is driving him, they won’t know why he has to end this. The cycle may be broken, but its remnants remain, and he cannot be allowed to start it up again.

“Let me out! Let me out let me out let me out—” He says frantically, and suddenly Pearl’s arms are holding him down, while another set of hands are tightening the restraints, which had just been coming loose, damnit, why didn’t they understand he needs to be put down like the sick animal he is, and he bucks and thrashes as he tries to get free.

Finally, he manages to knee Pearl in the chest, knocking her aside and yanking one of the restraints off the bedpost, barely managing to untie the other before Pearl and Gem are on him again. He catches a glimpse of the elf, back against the wall, watching with wide eyes, before he manages to yank Gem’s staff out of her hands and sweep Pearl’s legs out from under her.

He points the staff at Gem, who’s produced a netherite sword—custom work, he can tell, but he doesn’t recognize it for all that he recognizes the style. They stand there for a moment pointing weapons at each other before Pearl climbs to her feet, putting a hand on Gem’s arm and getting her to lower the sword.

“Easy, Gem,” she murmurs, then leans closer to whisper something in her ear, something that makes her slump slightly.

“Alright,” she says, sheathing her sword. “But if he blows something up, it’s not my fault.”

Pearl forces a laugh. “It’s never your fault when someone blows something up, is it?”

Gem flinches, and Xornoth files that away for later. He doesn’t drop the staff, or lower it, but he does loosen his posture a bit. They’re not… even when he’s got a weapon in his hands, they’re not threatening him, or attacking him, or using any kind of force in self-defense.

It’s then that it hits him. They don’t intend to kill him. Of course not, they don’t know what all he’s done—he doesn’t even know what all he’s done—and they’ve got this misguided idea that just because they’re the good guys they have to save him. Like he deserves it. The’re not going to do what it takes to give justice to all those he killed and tortured and destroyed.

“Xornoth,” the elf says gently—too gently. He of all people should know what he’s done, what he was going to do, but he’s extending his hand, offering mercy when Xornoth is a killer, when he doesn’t deserve it, when he, in fact, deserves the exact opposite.

“We want to help you,” the elf is saying, ignorant of Xornoth’s thoughts. “You were a good man once; we can help you be that man again.”

Xornoth scoffs tiredly. “With all due respect, that’s not possible. That person died before he really was a man. I was just a boy, a boy who killed everyone in his family.”

The elf tilts his head, confusion and hurt on his face, but Xornoth’s attention is drawn to Gem and Pearl, who flash a quick series of silent words across their faces before Pearl nods and takes the elf by his arm, leading him out of the room.

Confused, Xornoth lowers the staff and starts to ask, “What’s—”

“I think you should sit,” Gem says, talking over him, and he reluctantly does, letting the staff slip through his fingers. Gem winces as it hits the ground, and she quickly scoops it up, inspecting it for damage.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “for however I hurt you. I know I did, I’ve hurt everyone, and I know no apology will make up for it, but I really, truly am. I’d give anything to go back and make sure none of this happened, but that’s not possible. It’s not—I can’t. I just can’t.”

Gem tilts her head, looking at him with sharp eyes and pursed lips. “Can’t what, Xornoth? What can’t you do?”

“I can’t fix this!” He cries, tears springing to his eyes as he tries desperately not to choke on his words. “I can’t change anything that happened. I can’t bring those I killed back, all I can do is apologise and beg you to give them all justice.”

Gem slowly shakes her head. “Wow. You’re really messed up.”

Xornoth huffs a tired laugh. “What, did you think I’d be perfectly normal after centuries of being Exor’s puppet?”

Gem sighs heavily, standing. “Stay here. I’ll send someone in to keep an eye on you. Don’t try anything.”

It’s hardly a threat. After all, what is she going to do if he disobeys? Kill him? Imprison him? That’s what he wants, that’s no punishment. The only thing he could think of that would actually be a punishment would be to turn him over to the people whose friends and families he’s killed. He wouldn’t be able to take the guilt and shame.

_______

Gem is pacing, going back and forth between the window and the fireplace as she tries to figure out how to explain this to the rest of the rulers, all of whom are waiting for her to break the silence. It’s strange, as she’s pretty sure only she and Pearl really understand the situation, and Pearl is currently guarding the very, very messed up elf in the spare room.

Finally, Sausage breaks the silence. “Okay, what happened?” Gem sends him a quick glare, and he spreads his hands. “Something happened. You can’t deny that. But we’re all worried that it might be bad news.”

“Well, it’s not good news,” she grumbles, then straightens. “Okay, so. Xornoth is definitely not corrupted anymore. That’s the good part. The bad part is that he is very, very messed up right now. He doesn’t remember everything, just bits and pieces, but one thing he remembers very clearly is that he killed his family.” She fixes her eyes on Scott. “All of his family.”

Jimmy looks aghast. “But then…”

Scott nods slowly. “He didn’t recognize me. I don’t know why, he called me by my name plenty of times while Exor had him—”

“Because Exor had him,” Gem says, trying hard to push aside the memories of her time imprisoned in the Nether, with Exor’s words spilled out of fWhip’s mouth. ‘I’m afraid that got a little… lost in translation,’ echoes in her ears. “Exor manipulated, maybe even erased his memories. He did the same to fWhip.”

There’s an almost collective flinch. It’s not something any of them want to think about, Gem least of all, but it’s the truth; they can’t even guarantee that fWhip will even have any memories intact if and when he improves.

It’s Shrub who breaks the silence. “So what, do we tell him?”

Gem opens her mouth to answer, but Scott beats her to it. “No. We wait and try to slowly reintroduce information.”

“Scott!” Katherine sounds aghast. “You can’t just let him go around thinking he’s a murderer!”

“First off, he is a murderer,” Joel says bluntly. “And second off, I think that’s Scott’s choice, isn’t it? I mean, it is his brother.”

“Yeah, it’s his brother! That’s why he should tell him, would you want to go around thinking you killed Jimmy?” Katherine returns, and Gem isn’t sure why she sounds so… desperate. Her voice is almost breaking.

Gem sighs. “Katherine. Take a deep breath, then tell us what’s got you so upset.”

Katherine takes an almost exaggerated breath. “Okay. It’s just. I don’t have any family, right? And I can’t imagine what any of you three are going through—”

“Three?” Lizzie asks, and Katherine purses her lips.

“Yeah. Scott, Xornoth, and Gem. Anyway, I can’t imagine going through what you’re going through, but Gem, wouldn’t you rather tell fWhip that he didn’t kill you, that you still love him despite what he was forced to do?”

She has a point. Gem can’t really argue with that, but she can make a different point. “I’m not Scott, though. And fWhip isn’t Xornoth. What might be best for fWhip probably isn’t good for Xornoth. He needs to acclimate to the way things are; we should probably try to jog his memory, too, see if it comes back on its own—”

“I’m taking him back to Rivendell as soon as he’s more stable,” Scott says, and Gem nearly chokes on her words.

Lizzie doesn’t seem happy about it, either—well, none of them do, but she’s the one who responds. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Scott nods firmly. “That’s where his earliest memories are, so he’ll remember it best. If he sees the differences, maybe he’ll remember seeing it while he was possessed.”

The others all exchange looks, and Pix sighs. “Alright. But if that doesn’t work, we might need to rethink this. Taking him around the empires might help jog his memories of what he’s done.”

There’s a collective nod before the others turn to Scott. “Does that sound okay?” Gem asks, and Scott nods.

“That’ll work.”

#it's been so long since I posted anything that I've forgotten how to tag #empires smp #fanfiction #writing #minecraft rp #empires #empires s1

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 10 months

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The Violet Spider- Inspired by @Cackle Queen on YT

The Violet Spider- Inspired by @Cackle Queen on YT by LumiiSherbert

Hitoshi Shinsou is by all accounts, a fairly average teenager. He loves his dads and little sister more than he cares to admit, stays up too late on school nights pirating anime and reading comics, and is utterly CLUELESS on how to talk to the boy he likes without dissolving into an awkward mess. Life is overall pretty normal. But one day, a run in with a strange spider in his living room leaves him struggling with something he has no idea how to explain. Now he has to deal with superpowered criminals, angry police officers, and a set of spidery superpowers that seem to have been lifted straight from one of his comic books. Now it's up to him to realize that with great power, he must shoulder a great deal of really fucked up responsibility.

Tl;dr - In a universe where Quirks don't exist, Hitoshi Shinsou is left with the amazing(?) job of being Musutafu's one and only Spider-Man.

AU inspired by @CackleQueen on YouTube. The MHA/Spider-Man prompt in the short she posted was too good to resist! Hope you enjoy!

If you can't tell, I enjoy Spider-Man and the Spiderverse a bit too much.

Rated Teen and Up for language and Violence. Tags will be updated as the story progresses.

Words: 1235, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Spider-Man - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Tsukauchi Naomasa

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Shinsou Hitoshi Is Spider-Man, Hurt/Comfort, Detective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Serious Injuries, Police Officer Todoroki Enji | Endeavour, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, All-Might is also there kinda, Gay Disaster Shinsou Hitoshi, Bisexual Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Bad Puns, like seriously I have a list of puns and I WILL use all of them, Arachnophobia in the first chapter, non-binary koda koji, Wish Fulfillment, I love Spider-Man if you can't tell, MHA villains as Spider-Man Villains, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Romance is secondary to main plot, How Do I Tag, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Inspired by A YouTube Short, Credit for prompt goes to @CackleQueen on YT

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48365164

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shinkami #♥#Shinkami #Erasermic·#⚣#R:T #A:Lumii #No Quirks AU #Dad Mic #Crossover

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pontmergay · 11 months

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since i’m like never here anymore (sorry, life is hectic;-;) here’s another update!

some friends and i just moved into an apartment!! i’m finally on my own (technically, not living with a parent) again and it’s only been a few days but so far it’s been super awesome! i haven’t had a single migraine in the time that we’ve been here, koda is LOVING being able to roam the entire apartment and getting attention from my roommates, and it’s so nice being able to be MYSELF.

i’m still working on getting unpacked and we’re getting the apartment put away still, but it’s all coming together well and we’re really happy with it. hoping soon we’ll be able to have some friends over for a housewarming party. :)

(if anyone would be interested in donating a couple bucks so i can get a new bedframe and not be sleeping on my mattress on the concrete floor for the next couple weeks that would be cool! venmo is joiwanrene and paypal is pontmergay)

#life update

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no-52 · 2 years

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hello, it’s me. I’ve thought about you for a long, long time… time for my 3 year update… Every once in a while I just think about tumblr and get extremely sentimental. Made so many friends on here and one day we just all decided to never speak again, I guess. My account got hacked and I lost a lot of followers because of it. Oh well, hope they’re fine. I no longer live in Nashville. I still am working with the artist that I was referring to in my previous post (Penny Lame, pictured here), except now we’ve been in a deeply committed relationship for a year and a half, and we live in Los Angeles with our dog (made a goofy video with him that accidentally went viral in China, Koda, and our cat, Joni. I love Gracen dearly and she apparently loves me.

I kept making music videos for all these years. After surviving COVID, I took a step back from that. It was the same situation where I felt like I wasn’t making what I need to make for my soul. I was getting lazy and pumping out thoughtless drivel and wasn’t happy with it. Last one I made was in November of last year. I liked that one a great deal. I got a job, instead, making videos for a tech company. I hate this job with every bone in my body, but it sure is nice not being a freelancer anymore. I’m saving up money to make a short film that I think is going to change my life. It’s hard to save much of anything right now though. Have a lot of debt hanging over me and California is expensive. I don’t get paid nearly as much as I was led to believe I was going to make, but I like the guys I work with.

I drive a motorcycle now. Bought as a pile of scrap and fixed it up to be my dream motorcycle from when I saw it on this very website when I was 13. A yellow 1973 Honda CB500. It’s pictured here, on a road trip to Utah that ended with my bike on fire and me stranded in the most nothing town in America (think Radiator Springs from Cars, that’s exactly it, mechanic that helped me was even named Doc) for 5 days, truly a life changing experience.

I also recently bought a 1983 Porsche 944 to learn how to work on cars. It broke down the second day I had it and it’s been a 4 month struggle trying to get it to run again. Wish me luck there.

As of right now, I don’t feel especially happy, nor do I feel an immense sense of sadness. I feel like I’m on the cusp of something really good happening to me, and I’m just in an awkward waiting period. California has been hard. I’ve lived here for 2 years now. I’ve been mugged (but you should see the other guys), hit by 2 cars, then COVID started and my car was stolen, tires on motorcycle blew out while I was riding, and I am exhausted. I’m treading water as hard as I possibly can, trying to stay afloat. I think everything will turn out alright. Sometimes it does. I can’t wait for my next 3 year update. If I remember, maybe we’ll go for a yearly post.

Godspeed.

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★ Let's meet more of our COUNCIL! ★

★ It's our artists' and homemakers' turn. ★

Like most other High Ranks, the Nidii work in a two-cat system.

Trained to be the caretakers of the group, the Nidii are responsible for the communal upbringing of Primordial kittens as well as the historical record-keeping.

Known for their intelligence and warmth, the Nidii are also talented artists, crafters, and weavers. They create jewelry, fur coats, and stories for their groupmates, and are the friendliest of the four Creeds.

Headed by Earth and Uranus, the two focus primarily on their individual specialties, a common thing among Council Heads. Earth X is known mainly for their talent with children, and takes the lead on the kit-keeping and literary recordings; Uranus XI is especially service-driven, lending their nimble paws and creativity to crafting and advice.

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★ EARTH X, Lover of All Things ★

AMAB They/Them || 30 Moons || Played by @kodas-corner

A dark brown tabby with blue-green heterochromia. Tall and thickly built.

While the Primordials are in upheaval after the murders, Earth makes it their mission to be as much of a safe space as possible.

They have had to take point on both kit-keeping and picking up Venus' slack on the crafting and story-telling, subsequently ending up the group's shoulder to cry on or vent at.

They're trying not to feel resentful about it.

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★ URANUS XI, Life's Friend ★

AFAB || 22 Moons || Adopt!

A cat of pale grey with leafy green eyes. Short and fluffy.

Despite not usually being one to overthink and stress, Uranus XI is slowly starting to defend Venus’ preaching, to everyone's surprise. Uranus has been a faithful servant to the stars for their entire life, but they are beginning to doubt the well-intentions and the motivations of both the Starwalkers and the Astri.

They missed the last two nightdances - and cats have started to notice.

Uranus XI will be Adoptable! Other than physical desc. and a base personality, everything else will be up to the Adopter.

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Please check out our Toyhouse and Discord* for more information! All necessary links are below, as well.

[*Discord server will open sometime in January 2023! We will have a more accurate date after the holidays. Keep an eye on this Tumblr for updates - but for now, have a look through our documents.]

General Info || Naming System || Timeline || Allegiances || Adopts

★ Up next, we meet more of our High Council! Our Head Venatori, this time. ★

#wc rp #wcrp #new wcrp #discord wcrp #warrior cats roleplay #warrior cats rp #warriorcats #warrior cats #primordials #primordialsrp #uranus #earth #high ranks

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years

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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)

Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA) by User 3234

The un-official part 3 of the MHA found family series. This fic makes a lot of references to the OG AU, so I figured I'd add it on as a third part. Somewhat canon, but not completely! Enjoy! Some fluff, marked with an asterisk*, tickles, or a combination of both. The chapters are somewhat connected, but not enough to where it's all one big story. Cupcakes means a short story, an ice cream bowl means a longer one.

Words: 36307, Chapters: 16/100, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Aoyama Yuuga, Shouji Mezou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans, Found Family, Fluff, Tickle Fights, Adorable, Tickles, Class 1-A as Family, Class 1-A Friendship, Friendship, MHA tickle fics, MHA fluff fics, erasermic, kiribaku, More Tags as I update, No Archive Warnings Apply, Koji Koda, Satou rikidou, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, iida tenya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Alternate Universe, OOC, but not enough to where the characters are unrecognizable, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Life Lessons, Light Angst, Goofy kids, Tickling, Cute, pure fluff, Fun, Bonding, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, All of the things, gen, mha tickles, bnha tickles, my hero academia tickling, my hero academia tickles, My Hero Academia Fluff, MHA Fluff, Bnha fluff, ticklish, Sfw tickling, SFW tickles, Sweet, rare pairs

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kiribaku #♡#Kiribaku #Erasermic·#Mina Ashido #💎#💥#👽#⚣#R:G #A:User #Dad Might #Fluff

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)

Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA) by User 3234

Words: 16748, Chapters: 8/100, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♤#Erasermic·#Kiribaku #Izuku Midoriya #Mina Ashido #R:G #A:User #Dad Might #Fluff

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does-this-look-inanimate-to-you · 5 months

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it's so funny to see people on pinterest and "normal people" sites get all bewildered about tumblr and our customs

like i'll look at a comment on a post like "why is their url girl-named-cock????" and i didn't even notice because that's just tumblr babey

#koda life update #okay followers i'm calling on you to help tumblr user girl-named-cock find this post #tumblr #tumblr culture #i guess? i feel weird calling it a culture

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I am so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth so fast after bringing in Koda (life got in the way for a bit), but I’m back and desperately in need of connections! I waited until the new trimester stuff was posted so I could do a plot call for both event & non-event related stuff. Koda will be doing the DEBUT BOOTCAMP, so if you’d like to plot for it, or just plot in general (since he still needs a lot of connections (particularly deep, developmentally heavy ones)) please like this post, and I’ll shoot you a message. Again, I have a discord (upon request) if that’s easier !! Under the read more is his tracker for this trimester.

( Last Updated: Dec. 27 ‘22 )

DEBUT BOOTCAMP 001

Bootcamp: Yohan ( Game-On ) Self-Study: tbd.

NON-EVENT THREADS

Not Company Approved ( Yujin ) Self Expression ( Keeho ) Just Dormmates ( Hyoseop ) Things Left Unsaid ( Sejun) High Fashion ( Milan ) What Comes Next ( Haeun ) Yesteryear ( Sooah )

PLOTTING & STARTERS

Plotting: ( Open ) Writing: None Awaiting: None

#( koko ; tr )#( tr ; q422 )#please lmk if ive forgotten anything!!

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Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 16: We Are Determined to Live and to Die!

Summary:

tw: addiction, elevated gang involvement, suicide, mass murder, grooming, abuse, shortened life expectancy, multiplicity adjacent activities, kidnapping mention Logistics are logicked, plans are explained, and quirks trained

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Happy Halloween/Samhain! I'm gonna be dressing up as Present Mic for dnd tonight. Next week will include the first art I made of Akira :) Also, Chapter 2 of Memoirs Mori is up! It's an essay Akira will write in book 2 on Forced Quirk Manifestation. Check it out if you want to see how trauma maps to quirks and what the different types look like ‘text’ JSL Text thoughts

Slipping into their room at almost half past midnight, Akira flopped onto the bed and saw over a dozen chat notifications from the Mad Banquet. Koda and Shinso were thriving, although the latter was going through what they called the Eraser Hell Course. Shaking their head at his theatrics, Akira frowned as they scrolled down to Tokoyami being disheartened with his internship, having learned nothing except how self-centered and seemingly unwilling to teach Hawks was. Only Shinso was still online, but Akira sent a quick update that they just got in from patrol and were about to crash. Shinso immediately sent a facetime request, which Akira blearily accepted, barely sitting up enough to sign.

“Hey, how’d your first- woah, our eyes match!”

Akira cocked their head in confusion before remembering that they’d taken their contacts out a bit ago since Taishiro and Amajiki already knew their birth family. ‘Exhausting. I have to more than double my food budget with the plan he said I need, and I don’t know how that’s going to happen. Fat Gum also figured out more than I wanted him to – at least in this phase – and now Purple Moon knows, too.’

“He- I thought you were barely keeping up with Recovery Girl’s?” Shinso switched gears as Aizawa walked into frame.

‘Hi sensei, and I’ll figure it out eventually. I just haven’t had the time to sit down and hammer out more than an unsustainable work/school/sleep balance that’ll set me back too far on that deposit. I have a week to make it work, two if I need to delay continuing the plan.’

“What about those 1000-calorie drinks you sometimes use?”

‘Those are expensive, though. He gave me a bunch of recipes that are meant for a low budget, but they all require electricity to some degree.’

“Did he give you them before or after he… found out?” Shinso asked, drawing Aizawa’s attention. “Then maybe he’ll adjust it tomorrow? If nothing else, I can make you some of the stuff here and bring it to school.”

‘Blank, no. That’s too much. My base intake needs to double, and part of this week is figuring out how much I need to increase my variable snacks to be effective.’ Aizawa choked on his coffee in the background, and Akira stifled a laugh. ‘Besides, you two need to leave soon for patrol; I imagine that’s why Eraser is lurking?’

The next day, Akira found the morning shift in the cafeteria and was quickly spotted by the Diminutive Hero: Mouse. “Hey kid!” the petite hero bounded up. “I’m Mouse, fae/faer pronouns. You must be Umbra Mortis. Not many first years see me on their first day. Let me guess, Class A?”

They nodded, ‘I remember reading about those, but do you know the JSL? I was having trouble finding signs for a lot of neopronouns.’

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Mouse grinned and went through the signs. “They aren’t coded yet, so it varies between people. Kind of like call signs! Fat Gum and Suneater usually aren’t down here for another two hours, so how about you sit with us.”

Gust and Lizarro waved tiredly from the group’s table while nursing coffee mugs.

“What got you up so early this morning? Did Fat Gum forget to give you the schedule? From the shift overview, it sounded like you had an eventful first night.”

‘I’m just used to getting four hours of sleep. Figured I could go back over my new budget I started working on yesterday.’ Noticing Lizarro’s stare, Akira cocked their head, ‘Do you need something?’

“You’re the kid who danced instead of fighting in the quarter-finals at the sports festival, right?”

Akira quirked a small smile, ‘While not accurate, you’re not technically wrong. I didn’t want the media exposure, so approached Pink Queen with an offer of letting her show off an unusual fighting style. She’s been dancing for years and noticed that most people with vocal quirks along with a few outliers move to a beat that can be followed.’

“And since she wouldn’t face a quirk like that, you wanted to show her understanding,” Gust supplied. “Smart move if she was looking for an internship with someone with that type of quirk. Did you get many offers?”

‘I had ten in total, but Fat Gum was the one I was hoping to get the attention of, so it wasn’t much of a choice.’

“Because of your quirk drawback, right? That blonde kid with the copy quirk seemed pretty shaken up about it.”

Why does everyone think that? Akira huffed. ‘That was part of it, yes, to see if he had ideas for better management since his is similar. But the main reason was he’s one of the few heroes with core ideals similar to mine and a track record of consistently upholding them.’

Finishing their breakfast while listening to the group banter about various pros’ codes and – mostly questionable – morals, Akira logged their meal before flipping to their budget again. The thought briefly crossed their mind of convincing Boss to let them be a tester a couple times, but the risk of addiction or serious side effects were too high even for them, not to mention if the drug was picked up by a quirk or a trip to Recovery Girl. Wait. Akira sat up a little straighter as they mentally ran through who had been blacklisted after the USJ incident. We are low on security personnel… While not intimidating on their own, Akira could easily be a cloak in the shadows and eyes in the rafters. They quickly made another chart, grinning as the standard security schedule would get them enough for a security deposit before winter.

“You figure it out, kid?” Lizzaro asked, interrupting Mouse’s rant on the difference between mice and rats.

‘Yeah, I think I can make this work. Just need to pick up some extra responsibilities at work. We’re a little short-staffed, so it shouldn’t take much convincing.’

“That’s great! If you ever need help, though, Fat Gum’s helped all of us out of tight situations before,” Mouse pointed out before faer watch started chiming. “That’s our alarm to get ready for patrol, remember to leave some time for fun, kid.”

Akira blinked, wondering at the idea for a moment before turning their chair against the wall and continuing to encode their notebook. Half an hour into the process, Taishiro and Amajiki came in with the night shift, who mostly grabbed small meals, tea, or presumably decaf coffee. The pair made their way to Akira’s table.

Tucking away their notebook, Akira signed, ‘I figured out the budget. There are some openings that would pay enough to cover food while still putting a bit aside.’

Taishiro smiled gently even as an edge creeped into his voice. “What would you be doing and why are the positions open?”

‘Protection detail. Most likely from the shadows or rafters since Boss will still want me out of harm’s way when possible. Some people were blacklisted after USJ.’

“And if a pro arrives?”

Akira gave him a flat look. ‘I’m not giving you our exit strategies.’ After a moment of Taishiro’s smile turning mildly amused, Akira realized what he meant to ask. ‘Sorry. If it’s Eraser, talk. If it’s any other pro, lead them off.’

Once Taishiro and Amajiki finished breakfast, they headed to the large office. After closing the door, Taishiro guided Akira to a chair, the latter realizing they were shaking. The hero moved back to his desk, pulling out a small bin and offering its contents to Amajiki before heading back to Akira, who was just taking out their texture ball.

“Ah, good, you have one already. I always keep fidget toys in here for harder conversations or days,” Taishiro said gently. “Feel free to continue using that one or peruse the bin as we talk. Now, for today at least, I want to understand why we aren’t moving on the Wrens now and what plan you have.”

Akira unsuccessfully willed their hands to stop shaking as they signed, ‘They have decades old contracts with the Hero Commission and understandings with the Police that protect their status and reputation in both hero and civilian circles. As bad as corruption is among limelights, the Wrens account for most of the cover-ups and blacklisting victims with their teams of lawyers and full support from the Commission as a known producer of powerhouses.

As for my plan…I’ll give you the choice: plausible deniability or reality?’

“The more I know, the more likely I am to be able to help you.”

‘Purple Moon?’ At his firm nod, they continued. ‘Once I get my full license, I’ll be an independent underground hero. I’ll grab one of the young Wren heroes and determine if there’s a way to reverse the memory alteration. If not, I’ll be pretty limited in who I can save, but I’ll still grab as many pre-quirk and “weak” quirked kids as I can, using my associates to help with housing them. Once everyone I can get out is out, I’ll kill the Legacy Holder branch, which is in charge of breeding and breaking memory- and emotion-altering quirks to make the empire more sustainable. If fortune is on my side – which it rarely is – that will end the effects currently over most of the Wren heroes. At that point, it’s a matter of bringing the old guard to justice and preventing mass suicides.’

Akira looked up from their lap to check in before the darker alternative. Amajiki once again looked sick, but Taishiro’s prominent emotion was worry with nearly concealed fury. “And if fortune isn’t on your side?”

‘If the process is reversible, reverse those I can, but… When justice is an impossibility and the crime too great, revenge is the path to take. I would take my army of vigilantes and “villains” and gut the Wrens. The Commission should then be weakened enough for the kids to take them down in a legal battle.’

“The kids?” Amajiki whispered. “What about you?”

Akira blinked. ‘I doubt I’ll make it to 30 with everything that could go wrong. Given that the Wrens will underestimate the kids they practically or literally left for dead, they’ll have a better chance of surviving the war.’

Taishiro quietly observed them for a few minutes before continuing. “If you took out the leaders, would the group not fall?”

‘No, part of the alterations from the differences I’ve seen is convincing the victims that the abuse was justified and doing the right thing. They will just continue because they were programmed to not know better. They won’t face justice because they’re so ingrained in the justice system, and if I target the Hero Commission and police first, I’ll effectively be facing all of Japan. Anything I expose on their end will be refuted by the family, and they can easily bring in the Legacy Holder branch to turn witnesses and victims.’

“What if you target the Legacy Holders then the Commission?”

‘If I move on the Wrens, I have to keep them on the defensive because they have the quirks to find me once they realize I’m alive and taking revenge. Giving them the time it would take to go after the Commission would also give them the time to make an excuse to obliterate whatever building I’m in along with my followers.’

“Sounds like you need some people on your side, then. Many of the twilight and underground heroes are unhappy with the state of the Commission and have been for a long time. You’ll need people to help evaluate your first target, right? I know some, and we can help with stable environments for the kids you bring.”

Akira nodded, deciding not to bring up Plan B for now, at least. ‘Twilight and Underground only, though, and I want to watch them before they know any part of this. If word gets out, the Wrens will not hesitate to kill anyone they think might be associated with their secrets.’

The somber mood followed the trio to the training rooms after Akira finished encoding their notes and destroying the keys and plain text. ‘When I warped to the lamp post, I noticed a new shadow next to me in my mindscape.’

“Next to you?” Suneater asked.

‘Yeah? I was standing in my neutral space, and a figure made of shadow appeared next to me.’ Akira paused. ‘Do you not see in first person in your mindscape?’

“I… don’t see anything. I know what I have, but it’s just black.”

“Let’s start with you warping, then, and see if the shadow figure is back,” Taishiro suggested. “You can text me while invisible, so we have a line of communication.”

Akira nodded and warped a meter to the side and, closing their eyes to focus, once again saw the shadow figure. They texted “it’s back” to Taishiro before refocusing. Circling the figure, Akira noted that it looked like someone had taken a silhouette of them and made it 3D. They reached out to touch the figure, but their hand passed through with a sensation not unlike petting Dark Shadow.

“It twitched,” Fat Gum called out.

Interesting, I wonder…Akira stepped into the shadow figure and moved into a defensive position. A deep feeling of wrongness settled in their gut, and they quickly stepped out.

“Keep doing what you just did, it changed position.”

Akira opened their eyes to see the clone now in the pose they took. They texted Fat Gum, “Something felt very wrong when I tried to step into the figure to control it, but it moved as I did.”

“The first few times I transformed a body part, it felt unnatural and almost wrong,” Suneater said softly. “It might be the unfamiliarity.”

After a moment, Akira texted that they were going to warp again to see if anything changed when they had two clones active. With Fat Gum’s go-ahead, they noticed that the first figure split into two. Closing their eyes, Akira touched the connecting thread of shadow and startled at the distinct thrum of energy. Slowly reaching their hand back in, they grasped the tendril and felt what was almost like two additional pulses harmonizing with their own.

Even as they stepped back from the connection, they felt the pulses remain. Breath hitching, they quickly dispelled the clones. The pulses faded out slower than the clones, echoing in their chest.

“Are you alright?” Fat Gum approached, eyes searching their frame.

Akira shuddered before nodding, ‘Just… a bizarre feeling. It was like when Pink Queen and I synched up at the sports festival, but I could feel the two pulses.’

“Okay, do you want to slow down or keep going?”

For the rest of the session, Akira focused on getting used to the connection with clones and forming it with only one active. Mentally stepping into a clone still didn’t seem like a good primary control method, but they were at least moving in the right direction. Once it seemed Akira wasn’t being a danger to themself, Suneater started his own training routine, focusing primarily on his arms for the day at least.

Notes:

fun fact: I actually have hyperphantasia, which is like the opposite of aphantasia, which I gave Amajiki. I can see all the things in my head and my other senses often interact with them. Great for learning what injuries feel like, horrible when the same activates involuntarily I was double-checking the trigger warning edits for this chapter and registered the “multiplicity-adjacent activities.” Hadn’t really thought about how I picture Stranger quirks working that way, but makes sense. In order to differentiate control mechanisms from Masters and Changers, I set up how I picture each of them being represented in the user’s mindscape. For Masters, are usually strings leading to the people they control or their summons. Amajiki’s description is standard for Changers, although those without aphantasia can see their options, a switch, or some other on/off visualization. Additional note: yeah so I didn't know I'm host of a DID system at the time of writing this. Akira is a bit system-coded between that and her masks being somewhat based off Shallan in Stormlight Archives, who is also canonically a system (forgot about that when I was drawing inspiration)

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#addiction #elevated gang involvement #suicide #mass murder #grooming #abuse #shortened life expectancy #multiplicity adjacent activities #kidnapping mention #when good people go to war #mortem ad wrens #chapter 16 #sorry for the delay

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