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magma-club-kinhelp · 1 year ago

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Heeeyyyyy! Welcome to the Magma Club kinhelp :D

You may call me Mod Voidling or Mod Bo (pick and choose, I don't really care much), I use most neopronouns!! (currently I'm enjoying gi/gift, camp/fire, and snap/snaps) I'm the only mod currently, but if anyone wants to help, I'll probably take it haha (no promises tho)

Here at the Magma Club, we offer the following services:

Names and/or neopronoun suggestions! (only for well known sources, sorry!) - what it says in the tin, I'll give name and/or neopronoun suggestions based around a theme!

Kinfessions, come on in and feel free to just talk about stuff from memories or experiences

(or just pop in and talk about random stuff, I love chatting with people!)

Timelines questions (only for better known sources, sorry!) - 5-10 questions about your timeline to help you sort out mems!

Canoncalls/sourcecalls - find people from your source/canon and compare mems and just chat!

Stim headcanons - a selection of headcanons based around stims your kintype might have done!

Gender finding - send in some themes and I'll do my best to find between 4-8 xenogenders that might fit!

So yeah, not a lot but it's what I can do! (I am looking for another mod who could do stuff like stimboards/moodboards, send in an ask or dm me if you want to help!)

I am also unable to provide/use images currently, as my laptop is a bit weird about it. If this changes I will let you know.

Sources I can do (well known ones are bold! favorites are bold+ italicized):

Hermitcraft (mostly season 7 onward!)

Traffic Games (3rd, Last, Double Life)

Empires SMP

Dream SMP

Other Minecraft SMPs

Minecraft (base game)

BATIM (I know less about the books but with enough info I can probably do stuff!)

FNaF

The Magnus Archives

The Owl House

Magnus Chase (all three books!)

Non-canon/OCs (you're all good in my book :])

Sally Face

Little Nightmares

Warrior Cats

Wings Of Fire

How To Train Your Dragon (films and books (and games!)

If a source isn't listed, feel free to ask about it! I'm pretty good with most things tbh :D

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Tagging system: <Let me introduce myself> - Mod posts <Welcome to the group!> - Request accepted! <Fires. not my thing> - Request denied :( <Come get your snacks :D> - Request completed!

(will update as tags become necessary!)

Anon List:

(nothing yet!)

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DNI/Disclaimer:

I am an aroace minor who is still in school, and as such I am asking people to not interact if you're going to bring nsfw things into the blog and to not rush me, as I am doing this during my free time.

I am a singlet and I do not have a stance on syscource, as it does not affect me nor is it my place to say anything.

Following that, discourse of any kind is not allowed. You will be warned as a first offense, and after that you will receive a block.

I do not have a set blacklist, but I will not be doing requests for any Harry Potter media or intojects/factives of real people. Other then that, I will handle requests as a case by case basis. (Note: just because I am not doing requests for factives/introjects of real people does not mean they cannot interact, I just personally do not feel comfortable filling those requests at this point. You are still good to interact!)

#<Let me introduce myself> - Mod posts #kin help #kin help blog #fictionkin #kin request #minecraft kin #mcyt kin #fnaf kin #httyd kin

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the-covens-headmate-inspo · 2 months ago

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example of our headmates inspo (you can use this if you want)

Name: Blackfire

Age: 17

Gender: trans fem.

Xenogenders: aliengender, dryagender, egogender, pyrogender, virdipyrogender (virdis (green) + pyro (fire), self coined, subsect of pyrogedner relationg to green flames), crypgender, maegender, defluogender, derafluid, girly/n, erebusion, demi-exxenofluid, fang gender, genderwitch, malificae, cuddleplushgender, plushgender, fursensgender (self coined, fur + sens (sense), refers to the feeling of fur), silksensgender (self coined, silk + sens (sense ) refers to the feeling of silk).

Pronouns: she/her

Neopronouns: fie/fire, ae/aer, fae/faer, mist/mists, dei/dei, drya/dryad, jee/jem, kye/kyr, ne/nym, thon/thon, ve/vir, zay/zir, zhe/zhir, scor/scorp, ari/aire, cae/caer, plan/plan, plu/plur, panth/pathe, leo/leo, tig/tigre, cor/corp, dae/daem, haun/haunt, harp/harpy, tyr/tyr, cy/cyb, chir/chirp, dove/doveself, fleur/fleur, sprout/sprout, petal/petal, cer/cer, doe/doe, roe/roe, sil/silk, fu/fur, plush/plushie, cudd/cuddle, mew/mews, kye/kyr, pur/purr, see/seer, pix/pix, nym/nym, were/were, fluf/fluff, kit/kit, squeak/squeak.

Species: Tamarin

Sexuality: Gaybian

Gen. personality: hard exterior, NPD,DPD,&BPD coded, “cold, uncaring, ruthless, conniving, sly, spiteful, egotistical”, but honestly really, sweet, caring, kind, stubborn, loyal, wants to be a cute little thing that everyone adores, shy, clingy, etc.

Appearance: Tan skin, light sprinkle of white and purple freckles, green eyes, long silky smooth black hair, light purple blush/undertones.

Primary role: Avenger/Aggresor.

Secondary role: Shepard.

Polyroles/any roles other than primary and secondary: defensor, possible double agent (if need arised), devilmate, possible neglect holder (if need arises/exists), possible falsehood speaker (if need arises/exists), sleeper agent, etc.

Boundaries: anything a stranger tries to do anything then they probably shouldn’t, same with acquaintances, friends have bit more leeway, only close friends can refer to them/know of the light purple genders and pronouns,

Pet peeves: being touched without permission, people assuming she hates her sister (starfire), non-close friends using her ‘soft’ pronouns and knowing her ‘soft’ genders.

Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Outif/fav. Outfit: Purple hoodie w/ turtleneck, bright green stitching, blue jeans w/ bright green embroidery, black boots. And/or. Black dress under steel armor and large purple gems with smaller bright green gems, black steel-tipped/armored boots with bright green and purple lace.

Makeup look: dark purple lipstick, smokey eye, black and bright green eyeliner.

Source: Teen Titans

Views on source: It’s not exactly inaccurate, but plush doesn’t like her depiction and some others.

Source vs. canon (pls specific if canon compliant): She genuinely cares for her sister but went about making sure she was okay in all the wrong ways, pretty neglected by her parents, really loved her little sister so much, cares fot the rest of the titans too, would secretly look out for them, never really had many close friends.

View on source talk: Sure, as long as nothing’s evasive.

View on sourcemates: To be able to talk to the titan’s again would be nice, definitely not her father though, maybe some other acquaintances along with the titans, would kill to see her little sister,

View on doubles: doesn’t mind them about prefers not to interact.

Voice claim (actors/singers/celebrities): Hynden Walch (Her actual voice in the series)

Picrew: N/A

Pfp:

Faceclaim: won’t let upload

Miscellaneous: possibly an age slider,

#build a headmate #headmate pack #headmate template #headmate creation #alter template #build an alter #we do not sell headmates #Fictive #fictive headmate template #Fictive alter template #we don't sell headmates #anti rq #anti endos dni #anti endos fuck off #anti transid #anti radqueer #transid dni #radqueers dni

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abysshydra · 6 months ago

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I envy those fictives who can do whatever they want with their identity.

We're as a system so tied up to our source, with rare exomemories, actual exomemories, that we can't separate fully even if we try. I can't use neopronouns, I can't change my name, I can't identify with any term, they leave a bitter taste on my tongue. We don't have doubles too, unless they are incredibly distinct from each other. I bet just because we would be so similar to each other if it wasn't the case.

My identity is strict, the only thing I am able to change is how I experience the world, what I do, who I talk to. How I feel towards sourcemates? How I feel about my own identity? Never. It is an impenetrable wall, a box I am forced to be in, yet I choose to stay in it too.

And it is even weirder when your identity is extremely different from how Fanon, not even Canon, perceives your source. Alienated, forgotten, misunderstood, don't feel safe there at all, I have no idea how they all came to such headcanons, but they are here, and they haunt me. I feel safer reading the piece of my source that might trigger my exotrauma, than being practically misgendered when I look into my source tag. God forbid, Fandom in general is not safe for Arospec too, too many romantic pairings.

I bet true goes for fictives with identity that is extremely different from their Canon too. Fictives in general. I have nothing against headcanons, I have something against how I feel about it.

We're not so different after all. Maybe I envy to not have that rigidity of my identity, but I believe it won't change much in terms of how I interact with Fandom and / or source.

So do whatever you want with your identity. As long as it is healthy - you're safe.

Just a simple rant on theme I tend to speak about from time to time.

#abyss speaks #unit: glitch #pluralgang #actually plural #plural system #endo safe #endo system

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fountainpenguin · 3 months ago

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"I keep pushin' forward, but he keeps pullin' me backwards... (Don't pick up the phone; don't let him in; don't be his friend...)" (x)

Top 10 Hanahaki Life Hacks (#8 Will Shock You)

Sour Petals AU Guide

❤️ Read on AO3

🧡 M - Ongoing multichapter

💙 Blog Tag - #Sour Petals AU

💚 More MCYT AUs

And she should apologize, but the words that gush out are more like, “You cheated on me,” which isn’t an apology at all. Unless it is (between the lines). Martyn winces, still shaking coffee from his arm. “I was coming back… I just took the wrong subway car. I swear… I was coming back.” No. No, not this again. Cat and yarn; hold the mouse. Cleo’s nails dig into the lines in her palms, scraping out cinnamon flecks. “Martyn, Scott heard it from Pearl’s mouth. Just… Tell me you were drunk or something. At least try to make up a story I’ll believe. Do you even care? Am I just…? Does it even matter to you, what I think?” And with a hasty backpedal, “If she took advantage, you can tell me. You can tell me. She’s Scott’s ex anyway; I’ve got her blocked everywhere I could think of. We never talk.” “It was late and I boarded the wrong subway,” Martyn says again, but he is lying. It’s always an excuse; never an apology.

Martyn coughs up flowers for years after the divorce, making bank as a florist, dye salesman, painter... anything he can put his on-and-off Hanahaki disease to use for.

Cleo just wants to move on.

Double Life SMP & Limited Life SMP-themed Hanahaki AU, set in a modern Hermitcraft universe

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

New Rules

- 🥀 -

Martyn Littlewood started dyeing at age 31.

Every day, 6:15 AM, Cleo stands by the stairs that lead down to the subway, waiting by the window while Martyn rips flowers from his skin. The stems snap off, but the roots remain. They’ve got him so fiercely, tongue-tied and ripped apart, that every time he laughs, he sounds more undead than alive. How many surgeries can a florist afford to get those things removed? Or does he do it all himself? He looks awful sometimes (especially in the summer) when thorny vines wrap his arms and legs. Sometimes his arms hang like limp meat at his sides. The tubes, canes, and chairs he uses look increasingly expensive.

32-year-old Martyn Littlewood runs the flower shop in Aqua Town. Cleo’s stepped through that door to stand among lush, strong-scented plants more times than she’d care to admit. They’re… cordial. At least, Martyn doesn’t seem to hate her. She’s never hated him.

“Well, you’ve made me a rich man. I don’t spend a lick on material. It just comes to me.” He crushes blue petals with a squeeze of his hand. Cleo grips her bag in one hand, gazing back over the rims of her sunglasses. Martyn has stitch marks up and down his face. All over his hands. There’s one right across his forehead. He wears a neck brace now. Or if it’s not a brace, it’s some sort of bandage. All her own marks are zombie-themed tattoos. They fit her zombie aesthetic. The aesthetic came first. He smiles, painfully from behind the counter, and threads baby’s breadth in a bouquet as a filler flower. It’s coming back in style, he says, after a decade of it being overdone. Honestly, Cleo doesn’t get why he even tries selling the flowers; he should stick to dye. Everything is dying here. Except his energy, when he says, “What brought you in here, m’dude? Hot date tonight?”

There’s silk and chocolate in his voice. It catches her through the gut, like she tripped and speared herself on a stalagmite. Uh. Cleo lifts one finger to the window. “You took down your neopronouns sign. I just wanted to ask what’s up; if you’re okay.”

The sign was mangrove wood and cut in the shape of a peony. Martyn flicks his eyes to the place it used to hang, then goes back to work. “Aw, that… Well, flower pronouns aren’t super practical when I’m in the shop. I’m looking for others. Something more versatile. Nothing has that same rush, but I’m not giving up.”

That makes sense. Does that make sense? He doesn’t look at her. “You’re still wearing your wedding ring,” she says without thinking. Martyn stops. His eyes stay pinned on the nearest wilting rose.

“Yeah. Are you not cool with that?”

It’s not a challenge, but she knows he’d shove back if she pushed. It’s easier, running fingers through her hair. “Honestly, it’s fine. Mine’s still on the bathroom counter. I see it every day. Sometimes I still wear it. Mostly when I’m out with Scott or Cub.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Martyn nods. His hands move again, fluffing the tiny flowers from below. “People talk.”

“They do.”

He clears his throat in his fist. Cleo moves away, examining the fridges in the back so he can cough up petals without an ex hovering around him. His coughs are thick and damp. He stands and leaves the room.

- 🌹 -

Martyn’s work often took him away from Hermit Hills. He and his best friend ran a summer camp called Dogwarts out in the flats, in that little piece of rumpled land that sat too near the desert for the local farmers to take an interest. She met Martyn because of that camp, actually, when they were 24 and 25 and he reached out with a little Hey, I love your work and we’re mutual friends with Scott and Pearl email to ask if she’d do a presentation on insects and other forest wildlife for the kids. He said his usual presenter was out tagging eagles that week, and honestly… Where do you even go from that? He and Ren offered good money, too. She could probably type up her research remotely for a few days. A few weeks. Even if she didn’t make as much progress as she’d like, the network opportunity might be worth its weight in diamond blocks.

“You should,” Scott encouraged when she called him up to check if this Martyn guy really was his friend. “Pearl and I are counselors. We can all hang out together! And you can tell the kids about that time you bottle-fed the bear cubs.”

… Yeah, all right. She worked more often with bats, but talking about the bear cubs always turns eyes her way. Wildlife rehabilitation isn’t really a standalone career, and that’s a good thing to prepare kids for at an animal-lovers camp. She could still smell the baby formula blended with blueberries, the cubs with creamy droplets smeared across their muzzles and cheeks.

She took the offer. Three weeks later, there she was… Camp Dogwarts and its insects, poison ivy, and whatever else lay waiting for her. Cleo basked a few last seconds in the bliss of the air conditioning, then switched off the car and stepped into summer sun. Martyn and Ren both shook her hand, beaming. He/him or flower/rose. He/they/it or neopronouns that fit a canine theme. They said it back to back, fluidly and effortless.

Cleo paused. Then, “She/her professionally. I’ve… considered experimenting, but my social life’s been tied to work for so long, I don’t know where to start.” With Scott, obviously, but pronouns sounded like such a big commitment. Ren clasped their hands; if they’d had a tail, it would have wagged. And he probably would have loved that.

“Oh, dude! We have so much to talk about! Can I call you ‘dude?’”

“Sure. That’s fine.”

Martyn gave the tour while Ren and the counselors kept an eye on the kids. The hilltop pergola made a perfect lookout point. Martyn shielded his eyes, then pointed across the field to a second hilltop building in the distance. “Bean Hill. Rrrrright over there, that’s the edge of camp.”

His eyes? Flower’s eyes? She understood the pronouns in theory, though trying to wrap her mind around them left her suddenly aware of everything she didn’t know. She felt like she’d been stripped, her clothes dunked in the lake. “Cozy place,” she replied. “You and Ren built all this?”

“Yes, ma’am! Placed every block with our own four hands.” And they talked about that, soaking in the sunlight, until Cleo asked the itchy question that wouldn’t leave her thoughts alone.

“Real quick… You don’t have to get into it, but how did you find neopronouns that were right for you? Or… how did you decide to take that leap? I imagine people talk. Ask a lot of questions. So, you must be pretty committed to them if you share them openly.”

Martyn gazed out across the hill, sighing through his(?) nose. “I use them at camp. Not so much at home. I don’t dare discuss it with my parents.” Then, leaning rose’s shoulder (was that right?) on the pergola support, flower said, “You know that discourse that goes around every once in awhile about gift giving being a ‘selfish’ love language? Or have you ever heard someone talk about how they’d never be able to stand dating someone who sort of expected gifts throughout the year?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s like that. I’ve always thought gift giving wasn’t so much about what was given as it was about the thought that you exist in someone’s mind even when you’re not there in front of them. Like, they care enough about you, they wanted you to know they saw something and thought of you. When someone puts the thought into my pronouns… it means they thought about me. And the world is better.” Flower bent down and pulled a dandelion from the grass. “Ren says it would probably be called it/its more often if it really did have a werewolf form, and sometimes that feels good and sometimes it’s lonely. I dunno… Everyone’s just out here getting by, I guess. It’s worth having something to smile about every day. Neopronoun use is like that for me. Free smiles in the tip jar.”

“I’m not sure tips are free.”

❤️ Read on AO3

#trafficshipping #hermitshipping #Sour Petals AU #AO3 #ridwriting #apparently art #mcyt #fic announcement #ScarletPenguin #Zombiewood #Raptuous enjoyment of mustard joke but it’s me giving Cleo my bottle-feeding bear cubs skills #Cletho

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his-mackjesty · 7 months ago

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˗ˏˋ Nothing's going to bring down this ship when I'm in charge. ´ˎ˗

I am His Majesty, King Malcolm Percival Gunnerson, founder and supreme leader of the colony of Oasis.

Most just settle for calling me The King. If you insist, just call me Mack. I am an alter in an OSDD system.

❧ About

Age: 22+

Pronouns: He/Him/She

Gender: Cisgender* man.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

System Roles: Persecutor-protector, confidence/anger holder, (hyper)sexual alter, architect, co-host, likely more.

Other: Autistic.

❧ Introject

Type: Fictive.

Source: In Space With Markiplier (Part 2)

Character: Mack.

Other: Villain in source. Many memories. Unseparated from source.

❧ Boundaries

Nicknames: No.

Flirting: Yes.

RP: Maybe.

Doubles: Don't.

Other: Ok with celebrity character treatment. Ok with being referred to as an "evil" alter/character.

❧ Blog

I like collecting content of myself, especially art and edits. Feel free to submit.

You may ask me things if you want. Our junior engineer says my "story is interesting."

Due to the nature of my personality, my blog is suggestive by default. If you are under 18, age regressed, or a syskid, I don't want you interacting.

❧ BYF

I am in a traumagenic OSDD plural system. I don't care what you are. I don't care if you don't like me or my system, and I don't care if I don't like you. I know how to pick battles. Don't waste anybody's time trying to give me your opinion what should or can't be.

I support neurodiversity, mental illness, disability, bodily autonomy, body positivity, expression of sexuality, all system types, LGBTQIA+, diversity, neopronouns, nounself pronouns, ACAB, feminism, alterhumanity, xenogenders, informed self diagnosis, queer expression, semitism, Palestine.

I reclaim queer slurs.

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medicatedmenace · 10 months ago

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you. give me your ninjago headcanons

i know who you are you ain't slick, HOWEVER COMMA. let's do it (this is about to be way too long-)

first of all, cole! (RAAAAAGH WE LOVE COLE)

- blasian. blasian. bl

- BISEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC!!! he gives bi but at the same time that boy does not crush and when he does he is down so bad

- watches gordon ramsay shows RELIGIOUSLY (it does nothing for his cooking skills)

- probably also really skilled in interior decoration for some reason

ZANE!!! ZANE ZANE ZANE ZANE

- they/them user. they/them user and no i will not budge

- aroallo omnisexual! look at them and tell me i'm wrong

- blew everyone's tetris scores out of the water the first time they played and was never allowed to play again

- plays animal crossing, makes absolutely insane double reacharound attempts to get all the robot villagers

....kai. hoo boy. (/aff)

- panromantic demisexual you can fight me on this

- got told his hair looked like a gmod error once and almost got legal charges against him

- got his tetris score knocked off the board and banned zane from playing

- probably has multiple sets of neopronouns

- favourite pokemon is like, tepig or something

jay aka The Blahaj Owner

- transmasc he/they user

- owns a blahaj. blahaj is love blahaj is life

- REALLLLLY loves pokemon. i'm just sayin he has to play at least one tcg

- everybody masc till the roach starts flyin

OH AND HOW COULD WE FORGET NYA

- she/they girlboss, possibly girlflux

- would go on a rampage if anyone ever saw that bowl cut of hers from the first few seasons

- polyam lesbian

- can quote every single oceans movie

LLOYYYYYYYYYDDDDDDDD THE HIM

- BISEXUAL. DISASTER.

- golden retriever boyfriend vibes

- sent anon hate when he was younger, made an apology post about it years later

- has the most gotdamn fluffy hair ever

- he/they user he/they user he/th

yeah idk that's all my brain can churn out right now (i stopped in the middle of a drawing for this ask) but i'm gonna be thinking about this all day ✌️

#alien.txt #alien.asks #alien.ninja

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fritextramole · 2 years ago

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So I sent @buffyspeak this post and we spent 2 days yes, and-ing our way into an absurd number of headcanons so for everyone's viewing pleasure

Serena’s surprised when Jenny comes out as a lesbian bc of everything with Nate. To mess with her Jenny’s like “what are you uncomfortable with me being gay?”

“Of course not! I’m not homophobic I have a gay brother!” “Yeah I've heard.”

Eric shoots dr pepper out of his nose at this response, which shocks Serena and Jenny back to normalcy

In college jenny and eric end up dating the same partner (Dylan) who has a strange enough gender to make it work

Dylan wears the most outrageous earrings you’ve ever seen. they’re big and kind of ugly and don’t go with any of their outfits

On their first date with Jenny and Eric, Dylan wears very large squirrel earrings

Jenny immediately starts making earrings for Dylan and their collection doubles in a months

Giving jenny and eric the extremely complicated relationship of two people who share a partner but themselves are siblings and best friends and would choose each other over most people

Dylan is the only person in the polycule who’s dating both of them but still ends up third wheeling

Dylan comes to New York with them during the Derena engagement and the family’s reactions range from Serena’s “...good for you?!” to Blair scheming to make Dylan choose

Dylan has been well briefed on this family and is remarkably chill about the whole thing

Blair’s schemes end when Eric sits her down and is like “I need you to knock it the fuck off”

Nate grew up WASPy but a democrat - so he’s a himbo and trying to be an ally

He hears the word “polycule” and he’s like “oh cool!! I would love to speak multiple languages!”

He masters neopronouns immediately but thinks Dylan’s they/them pronouns = Jenny and Eric are dating different people

Blair and Serena try not to think too much about the nonconformity of it all and how their relationship isn’t as platonic as they pretend

Dan thinks he understands until Jenny says “Eric and I are friends and family and nothing romantic is going on between us but we are essentially married" then he has no idea what’s going on

Ironically, Nate understands completely when he hears that

Rufus overhears the conversation and asks if Jenny and Eric are getting married, and she doesn’t even try to explain it

Dan asks Vanessa if she thinks Eric and Jenny have ever had sex, with or without Dylan

“You have a gay sister how does this work?” “You also have a gay sister?? And a gay brother????”

Vanessa eventually asks if Jenny and Eric have had sex and they’re both Disgusted

“We’d never kiss that’s gross” while sharing a cup and eating off each other plates

Dan says “it’s not that weird of a question you do everything together” “NOT SEX YOU BREEDER FREAK!!”

Scott isn’t judging but he does spontaneously combust at the news bc wtf is his family

Chuck says something about turning Jenny gay and she says “I think watching Coyote Ugly when I was 9 turned me gay but thanks for your concern.”

Lily’s biggest concern is whether or not they’re getting married

She does ask Dan to explain it, and Nate volunteers to “help” but won’t admit he’s confused

Dan ends up explaining platonic soulmates and digging up research and literature and recommending books

Nate’s like “it’s like having our own mini basketball team?”

Dan: no

Jenny: yes it’s exactly like that

Eric just sends the groupchat the wikipedia page for polyamory and turns off his phone

Lily eventually asks Jenny and Eric to define their relationship and Jenny goes “I’m his hag :)”. Lily feels the spirit of Cece inhabit her and tell her to put a stop to this

Jenny and Eric only give a real explanation like 6 months later when Nate’s new girlfriend mentions in passing that she thought they were dating

Jenny and Eric start joking about getting married when they see how concerned Lily is

Reactions range from “ok sure that tracks” (Nate) to finding it weird (Lily) to concerned about their family tree wreath (Blair) to in on the joke (Serena)

It starts with Jenny making a joke about how after the wedding she’ll be the only kid without a trust fund, and Eric jokingly offers his up

Nate ends up being like “yeah Jenny it is fucked up you don’t have a trust fund!”

Before Jenny can respond Lily tries to offer her $80,000 to never marry her son

Serena points out that this doesn’t bar her and Jenny from getting married

Dan goes from ambivalent to planning Jenny and Eric’s wedding

He writes a 15 page essay about “Why You Should Get Married, Actually.”

The section headers include Financial, Social, and Familial

Neither of them can tell if he’s joking (and neither can he)

he just knows that while serena loves him and doesn’t know whether she would even be into jenny or not, he is 97% sure she’s Not Straight based on various comments and, again, her intimate if codependent relationship with blair. So he wonders “is Serena vain enough to leave me for a leggy blonde woman that Nate has mistaken for her??? maybe." and doesn't question the like 5 types of fucked up that line of thought is

jenny finds out he’s genuinely insecure about this and thumps him on the forehead but then very lovingly informs him it doesn’t even matter if serena would be into her or not, she would never date an ex that meant that much to him

(and then guiltily thinks about her long-tempered but real-at-one-point feelings for blair and wonders if she would have gone back on that if there was a chance of blair feeling the same way) (but she also knows she loved Blair first and Dan would probably be happy with anything that got her away from Chuck, so she figures it's ok)

Dan voices these insecurities to Ch*ck and Nate at his bachelor party and Nate's like "you gotta give Serena more credit than that she loves you" and Chuck's like "why are you marrying someone you think looks like your little sister??"

Jenny considers accepting the offer but turns it down bc she makes plenty of money and this is too funny to lose for “a measly 5 figures” (Serena’s words)

Jenny and Eric were never actually considering it but they do agree to get married if Rufus and Lily get remarried before Dan and Serena get divorced, to “complete the set”

Jenny and Eric joke about having a threesome with Dylan quite a bit, but one night when it’s just the two of of them they share a joint and consider whether their friendship could survive it

They decide it could, then kiss for half a second and decide it’s weird and not fun. They never consider having sex again

Neither of them would admit it but they both wanted to throw up after the kiss. It doesn’t get mentioned again

(but keep joking about it)

They aren’t above torturing Dan with jokes and hints and no solid answer

Blair figures it’s a joke until Dan-enlisting her to get the answer-says “ok but is it???”

Eric just asked her to stop scheming so she settles for interrogation. Jenny, Eric, and Dylan have matching extremely choreographed vague answers

Nate is amused/fascinated

Serena doesn’t care she’s just supportive of whatever makes them happy

Rufus and Lily are not allowed to hear these jokes

Dylan has no plans to move to New York full time, but Jenny and Eric get stuck in wedding plans/family drama/Waldorf Designs. The relationship ends when Dylan breaks up with Jenny and Eric and goes back to their shared flat in London

The night of the Derena wedding, Eric and Jenny end go to a gay bar to unwind - where he reconnects with his high school boyfriend/future husband Jonathan

Jenny and Jonathan spend over an hour buying rounds of shots and yelling themselves hoarse

Eric stands to the side sipping a vodka soda and dreading the hangovers they’ll have tomorrow

Eric and Jonathan decide to head somewhere quiet to catch up, and head back to Eric and Jenny’s place

Jenny has a one night stand with a girl she meets at the bar. Jonathan has a bit of a paradigm shift when he sees them leaving together

Jenny comes home at like noon to find Jonathan hungover on the couch while Eric’s in the shower. She wordlessly lights up a joint and passes it to him

Eric finds them smoking on the couch and is like “you guys good?” and they’re like “yeah of course”

This relationship, plus her stint at Waldorf Designs have them making a permanent move to New York

Jenny’s always been a workaholic and working for Blair doesn’t help

Eric’s job becomes keeping her alive

He always brings one plate of food and eats from it to because she’s a younger sibling and more likely to eat when she feels like she’s stealing from him

He sometimes has to pick her up and drag her to bed, and stay and talk to her until she falls asleep (which only takes about 5 minutes she’s so tired)

The first time Jonathan sees this he calls them codependent

Eric gets defensive, but Jenny’s like “and what about it?”

Jonathan’s exhausted and knows he and Eric haven’t been back together very long so he doesn’t fight with Jenny about it

When Eric and Jonathan get serious they ask Jenny to move out so they can have space

This becomes Jenny and Eric’s biggest fight, with her threatening to move back to London and get back with Dylan (which she doesn’t intend to actually do. But she hates it when her bluff is called so she does, briefly, return to London)

Jenny feels displaced by Eric’s shifting priorities. While she loved Dan and Rufus, they have a tumultuous relationship in a way she doesn't with Eric. And every member of the family is coupled up and getting married and, with or without Dylan, it was Jenny and Eric until it wasn’t anymore

The general escalation of arguments is something like: J: you’re just like your mom, I can’t believe you’re throwing me away for your boyfriend E: you’re not my child, you shouldn’t depend on me the way you do J: at least I have a social circle, you talk to 5 people and are related to 4 of them E: you have employees who don’t like you. maybe if you stopped working for 5 minutes people would like you more J: i don’t have a trust fund i have to take my job seriously. and i can make friends. every friend you’ve had since you were 14 way my friend first E: but none of them stick around. Jonathan and I broke up in high school because of you. Between Agnes, Nate, and Damien you don’t have a great track record for keeping people around J: I wonder what Dylan would say about that

Things with Dylan didn’t end terribly, so Jenny knows those feelings aren’t necessarily dead, which Jenny and Eric both know (and Jonathan doesn’t)

So she’s putting pressure on his current relationship and pressing into some of his deepest insecurities - “fine if you won’t choose me at all then I’ll go be with someone we both know would choose me over you.”

Jenny spends this fight in London with their college friends and staying with Dylan at the flat they used to share

Jenny tells their London friends that “Eric and his new-old boyfriend are getting serious and I needed to not deal with my family alone” and everyone had heard the stories and was like “ok fair”

Nobody can tell from the instagram stories whether anything’s happened between them, and Jenny’s extremely cagey whenever anyone asks

Jenny and Eric didn’t plan to move back to New York full time, so a lot of their stuff is still in London

While she’s there Jenny packs their stuff to bring home as part of her

Jonthan (who’s heard a biased 75% of the story from Eric) ends up flying to London to drag Jenny back to New York to apologize bc Eric is so fucking miserable

Jenny’s already packing when he gets there

(Dan had texted Dylan bc Jenny was being so cagey. They got talking and Dylan made Jonathan tell them what brought her back to London)

Jonathan gets to where Jenny’s staying and goes through the Tony Winner Matt Doyle in Company showoff spiel

He’s following her from room to room and even gets something off the top shelf of the closet. She thanks him and he’s like “yeah no prob” then barrels on like a full comedy routine

“Ok let’s go the airport” “you can’t get rid of me that easily ik you weren’t convinced” “ ?? I’ve been packing since before you got here.” “and you didn’t stop me!?” “you didn’t notice!? You really should have called i could’ve saved you 2 flights”

She was going to book herself an uber to the airport but he insists on hiring a private car. She wants to argue but it has room for all the things she’s packed

They end up getting dinner and both staying in his hotel room bc she promised Dylan she’d be gone that night

There’s one bed so she volunteers to sleep on the couch and he’s like “don’t be silly this bed is huge and you and Eric share all the time” and she’s just like “you’re being sweeter than I deserve” and his idea of her shifts

His feelings during this fight have ranged from confusion to frustration to worry (for Eric) but none of them were terribly kind to Jenny until she said that

They take turns sleeping on each others shoulders during the flight back

While she got some therapy in Hudson, she hasn’t been in years. This fight prompts her to go back bc she’s not losing Eric to her self destructive tendencies

Jonathan asks Jenny’s blessing before he proposes, and she warns him that she and Eric will get married if their parents and siblings are ever married at the same time

He’s like “I understand but can I marry him in the meantime?” and she wholeheartedly agrees

She does make him agree to divorce Eric if the terms of the deal ever come up

He mentions that in his vows and Eric turns to where Jenny is standing as maid of honor to mouth “what the fuck???”

She shrugs and winks in response

She also warns him that Dan may try to end their engagement so he doesn’t get cucked by his own sister

Dan’s supportive but also asks Eric if he’s sure one too many times

He texts Eric the night before the wedding to check in one last time (Eric and Jonathan decided to sleep apart the night before the wedding, so he and Jenny spend an hour drafting a response)

#this was an extremely collaborative effort #i pulled some quotes straight from the dms #so sam if you have anything to add please do #gossip girl #gg #jenny humphrey #eric van der woodsen #jonathan whitney #im not tagging anyone else this isn't about them

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neopronouns-in-action · 2 years ago

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041: Opportunistic Hunting

Neopronouns: an/dro/gyn/oid which follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself

Replace he with an

Replace him with dro

Replace his with gyn

Replace himself with oid

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting him use, since he lost his. He's going to buy toys and train the puppy himself.”

Becomes:

"An is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as an gets a fence set up around gyn yard so the puppy can go outside without dro having to walk it. Gyn uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting dro use, since an lost gyn. An's going to buy toys and train the puppy oid.”

= = =

Everything was going smoothly as Clockwork picked gyn way through the thick cover of trees, following the familiar deer-trail an hoped would lead dro to one of the deer that had worn it into the ground.

The scent of the deer was on the wind, blowing towards dro, and every now and then an found a fresh pile of scat an had to step over so it wouldn't get on gyn hooves. All these signs, and more - - like the fact that an knew for a fact these deer liked to hang out in this part of the woods during the heat of the afternoon - - pointed to luck being in gyn favor.

An had gyn crossbow at the ready, and gyn knife. If Clockwork could manage it, an would shoot one from a distance. But if an was unlucky enough that the deer spotted dro and made a break for it, an wasn't above chasing them down and going hoof to hoof. It had been several days now since an'd had anything more to eat than a couple of early-ripening pawpaws and various grapes and blueberries.

An was completely out of money and had nothing left to trade for it, or for food. If an didn't get a deer today, or at least something an could eat, an couldn't think of anything else to do but try begging in the city again, but considering what had happened last time, that wasn't an option an was looking forward to taking.

Clockwork kept moving stealthily through the woods, careful to keep an eye out not only for deer, but snakes as well. Timber rattlesnakes lived in this area. An had had the sense to keep gyn snake-guards, but it was still better to avoid an encounter at all, rather than put them to the test.

No one besides Roserri knew an was out here, and it's not like he would have been able to do anything about it if Clockwork got bitten. Neither of them had phones, or the ability to use magic, and even if Roserri somehow knew Clockwork was in danger through a heart-vision or something...the ambulances would never come out this far, and, more importantly, there'd be no point in sending one at all, because this land was Malakris fucking Kiyori's private property, and if anyone knew Clockwork was here, let alone that an was hunting deer that “belonged” to the crown, an would be sentenced to death for poaching.

Luckily for Clockwork, Malakris Kiyori was just as stingy as he was disgustingly rich, and half the time he couldn't be bothered to hire anyone to actually patrol “his land”, so the chances of actually meeting a cop was slim.

And if an did come across a cop...well, an could always try to pretend an was simply a land inspector doing a survey of the wildlife for the SDK. Clockwork knew enough random facts and sciency-sounding words an was pretty sure an'd be able to bullshit gyn way out of an arrest as long as the cop in question was too scared to double-check with a superior.

And if all else failed, well, an would just have to kill the cop. Fewer cops in the world was always a good thing. Killing one might even help make up for the lack of a deer assuming they scared them away, because Clockwork could always trade their clothes and gear to the anarchists. They were always looking for more guns, and would probably give Clockwork more than a deer's worth of food in return for one.

The longer an thought about it, the more appealing the idea seemed.

Then an saw the first deer.

Clockwork froze where an was, grateful the wind was still coming towards dro from the direction of the deer. After a moment's pause, an saw the other seven, picking their way slowly through the trees ahead, all their heads bent to the ground as they scarfed up a combination of fallen persimmons and acorns. Clockwork's mother had planted all seven of the trees here, and many more that ranged throughout these woods. An'd spent gyn childhood coming here to collect the fruit, long before any of them had ever heard so much as a rumor of invading legions from a far-off place called Kiyorilis.

None of the deer noticed gyn presence, an was still downwind, and gyn brown and slate coloring helped dro blend in with the forest.

Taking aim and firing with the crossbow only took a few seconds and one breath held in anticipation, and one of the smaller does jolted violently, the tail of the bolt jutting out from a perfect shot. For a moment she tried to stumble forward, trying to stubbornly cling to life. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed.

The rest of the deer took several seconds to figure out that anything was wrong. They weren't used to being hunted anymore, and it was only after Clockwork purposefully stamped a hoof on top of a stick to make it crack that they finally figured out they were in danger and needed to run. It would have been tempting to try and get another, if an had had anyone else to carry it, but an could only carry one of them, and there was no point killing another just for it to be left to scavengers.

Clockwork went to collect the deer, gyn steps feeling lighter now that an knew an would probably get to eat tonight. Getting this far was half the battle, and now an only had to go back the way an'd come. The fact that an hadn't been caught yet probably meant an wouldn't be at all.

First, an knelt down next to the carcass, removed the bolt, and drank as much blood from the wound as an could, then still managed to fill all six of the canteens an'd brought. Two were gyn, one was Roserri's, and the other three belonged to a clothier who'd promised Clockwork a new winter coat if an successfully brought them back enough blood to fill the three containers.

There was still some blood left even after Clockwork had filled the containers as full as they'd get, but there was nothing more an could do to collect it. It'd go back to the forest and help the persimmons and oaks grow more fruit next year.

An had just started to pull the blanket-bag off gyn shoulders to put the deer into when the wind suddenly shifted, and a new scent hit gyn throat.

It was nothing but pure instinctive reflex that sent dro instantly leaping away from the carcass, so hard and so fast, with so little actual thought involved that an ended up slamming one shoulder into the trunk of the oak tree as an fell.

But a sore shoulder was a small price to pay for dodging the claws and beak of a lunging dragon.

For a few seconds, the dragon crouched there over Clockwork's kill, glaring at dro with the searing red eyes that marked it as an adult male. Its gold and silver feathers glittered even in the light shade under the trees, and their gazes locked for so long Clockwork almost thought an was about to become dragon food.

But then the dragon seemed to remember that it already had a whole deer carcass underfoot, without having to do any of the work of hunting and killing.

Clockwork could actually see the moment the dragon decided to ignore dro and just steal the deer an'd come all the way out here to get.

An started to get back to dro feet, desperately hoping an'd be able to scare if away if an just acted big and scary enough - -

But by the time an was on gyn feet, the dragon had grabbed the deer in its talons and taken off, the rush of air from its massive wings sending a few persimmons falling to smack Clockwork right on the face. In a matter of seconds, the dragon was out of sight, carrying Clockwork's kill off into the sky.

An stared after it, through the very clear hole of damaged branches and twigs it had torn straight through the canopy, letting a brilliant shaft of sunlight stab down all the way to the ground.

Then an sighed, and bent down to pick up the persimmons that had hit dro in the face to see if they were actually ripe enough to eat.

All but one of them was, which at least was something. An pulled off the caps, then shoved the ripe ones into gyn mouth whole, too angry and annoyed to bother eating them any other way except by just squishing the pulp away from the seeds all at once. The unripe one an kept in gyn hand, careful not to squish it.

The deer, if they had any sense, were long gone by now, and trying to find them would probably take too long. So now Clockwork just had to take what an could get, and persimmons at least were something an'd never turn gyn nose up at.

Thankfully, the egg cartons an'd brought had been on the side that did not slam into the ground or the oak tree, so they weren't damaged.

An still also had all six canteens of blood, so the whole kill hadn't been a total waste.

Sighing in aggravation, an set about the task of picking over the persimmons that littered the ground, hoping an'd at least find a raccoon, opossum, groundhog, or even just some squirrels to shoot on the way home.

It didn't take long to fill the five empty egg carton's an had brought with dro, and Clockwork packed them away in the sidebag again once an was sure they were all latched properly. Getting persimmon pulp on your clothes was not fun.

Then an limited oid to only five minutes (or at least, as close as an could count in gyn head) of collecting acorns and pecans and shoving them into the other sidebag. Luckily, the deer preferred the persimmons over the pecans, so there were plenty for Clockwork to take without even making a dent. And, when an looked up to check out all the trees, there were still plenty left still clinging to the branches.

Foraging done, and feeling slightly more better now that an'd had several persimmons and pecans to snack on, Clockwork started the long walk home, keeping gyn crossbow at the ready, just in case the sun felt like dropping another meaty meal in gyn path.

And, gyn optimism paying off, it was right as an was reaching the edge of the woods that an saw a flash of black and white in the trees up ahead. One of the lemurs Malakris Kiyori had shipped in from the southern continents and then released into the woods for who knew what fucking reason.

Clockwork had to move fast, but an got it, right between the eyes as it turned to look, and this time, wasted no time in shoving it under the blanket bag so no more opportunistic hunters would have a chance to steal it.

It wasn't a deer, but it was better than nothing.

Clockwork made it all the way safely home without any other mishaps, pockets weighed down with nuts and fruits, and hopeful that the clothier would be able to do something fancy with the lemur hide.

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chromatic-casino · 2 years ago

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Art sideblog. No posting schedule!

Here you can call me Seven and this is my art sideblog. You may default to he/him, ze/zym and it/its, but I swap between other neopronouns frequently (and will list them if asked). I have an interest in casinos so that has rule over my layout.

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BYF

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I block freely, and don't engage with assholes. If you're in my asks, comments, reblogs, whatever being a dick you'll just be ignored. I will rarely engage in discourse of any kind, and if I do it will be tagged

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aspenforest732 · 11 months ago

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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

Notes:

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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