#OC MOMENT RAHHHHHHH

[chasmbreach]

you made my cracks sweeter

YIPPEE!!!!! I WROTE OC BACKSTORY THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!!!! One day I'll like, write something more cohesive about their relationship and powers or whatever, but this is how they meet uehehehehe.

(i will combust if you actually read this because good god. don't read this. i hate this backstory so much /j. i wrote this in a fit of crazy and not wanting to work on my research paper)

words: 1798 ao3 edition

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what they look like btw, bc oc moment lol!!!! Fragment is nakey and Nectar isn't decked out in nice clothes, she's completely dark n goopy bc she doesn't know how to control it her goop well, and it completely takes over her clothes as well.

He awoke with a gasp. 

He couldn’t see anything in front of him. Quite literally. 

Everything was pitch black. 

He felt so tired… and he couldn’t feel anything in his surroundings either. He blinked his sockets to make sure his magic was flowing. He tried to move his body, but his magic didn’t seem like it was going to work and cooperate with him.

Wait… that didn’t make sense. Magic was connected to a monster’s soul. So why was he referring to it as if it were a separate entity?

He supposed he could wait while his body was trying to reboot itself. 

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The darkness was starting to get to him. 

He had been laying still, immobile because of his own incapabilities. He could still feel himself blinking, but it was getting monotonous. Why open his sockets if he couldn’t see anything? How did he know he was seeing anything in the first place? It looked the same if he wasn’t moving his sockets either way.

His body still wasn’t responding, and he still couldn’t feel. 

How long had it been since he awoke? It didn’t feel like much time had passed, but then again, in a void like this, who knew how fast time could fly? 

He had been trying to recall any details before finding himself in this darkness, any information to grasp on to try and piece together a reason. There was nothing in his memory that he could obtain to make sense of anything. 

Did he even exist? Was he just in limbo? 

Was he dead?

Surely not? Though he couldn’t exactly feel anything with his body, he knew that there was some kind of ground below him. If he were dead, he probably wouldn’t be able to feel anything. Maybe? He didn’t know anymore. 

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He heard a soft hic in the distance. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at nothing anymore. He still couldn’t feel anything in his body. He had long given up attempting to do anything. 

“Oh! I- apologies, I didn’t really mean to intrude on anything you were doing. This universe just seemed empty from first glance and I really just wanted to escape as soon as possible, so I just hopped in without double checking if there were actually anyone here left, and I was getting desperate to leave and oh, sorry I’m rambling again, apologies I’ll just um.” The soft voice quieted down. From the voice alone, he thought the voice was feminine, but he didn’t want to assume. 

Something moved around the darkness. The figure was barely visible in front of the absolute black, save for the bright star shaped eye now looking down at him. 

He tried to vocalize, to be able to show that he was capable of being responsive. He should be relieved right? To finally see some other existence other than his own? But he wasn’t really feeling much emotions right now. He just wanted to inform this other person that he was aware, he was listening. 

The star came closer, and he could see it twitching from one place to another, as if it were looking around. “Your body… are you… how long have you been here?” What of my body? He didn’t know what the figure was talking about. Were they referring to the fact that they couldn’t really feel their body? But how would’ve they known? Perhaps there was some physical indicator.

“Here let me help you up, you must be in so much pain.” Pain? He blinked owlishly at the star as he watched more ripples flow in the darkness before he could feel his body being sat up, head spinning slightly from the change in gravity. He looked down and was finally able to see his white skeletal boned body littered with cracks. Ah, so that’s why. He didn’t feel the pain though, likely because he still couldn’t physically feel his body. Maybe his soul had cut off his connection to the body so he wouldn’t feel the pain? He didn’t know. 

His gaze slowly wandered back to the star. The darkness kept shifting around him, but he didn’t know what for. The next moment, his arms were enveloped by that darkness, before a soft green glow was emitting from the coil, “I’m not sure if my magic can fully heal all of your cracks, but I want to at least try and clear up the bigger ones. You must be in so much anguish and so magic deficient, your magic hasn’t responded to any of my attempts at summoning any sparks at all.” He could only blankly stare as the darkness slowly moved away from the arms and moved onto his ribs. He looked over his newly healed, yet still limp arms. His magic was still cutting off his access to his body.

His voice still wasn’t returning, but he wanted to at least respond to the person helping him. He huffed as hard as he could, making a noise with his breath. 

“Ah! Please refrain from doing that! Your ribs are fragile, and I cannot guarantee my magic will hold you long. I do try, but I can’t be sure it will be as effective compared to other monsters who actually specialize in healing spells. I’m afraid of any damage you may incidentally do to yourself if you huff like that again. Even if I heal the cracks, your magic needs to be able to support itself to make sure they heal with enough strength. Skeletons naturally need more magic to function, due to our segmented nature, but the ley lines are very sensitive. 

“Oh,” the star disappeared for a moment before he heard a soft, hollow clink, “you’re a skeleton yourself, why did I find the need to explain skeleton anatomy to you. I’m rambling again, so so sorry about myself. I just constantly feel- ,” they cut themselves off again, “I- I’ll stop now, apologies.”

He didn’t understand what the apology was for, but he listened to the suggestion and didn’t exhale roughly again. He watched quietly as the darkness eventually moved down to his legs and healed those up too. With the constant movement, he was eventually able to make out hand shapes moving up and down his arms, probably to check his bones. 

He was finally starting to feel sensation in his newly corrected arms. A bit tingly at first, given his magic had been cutting off access to his own body, but physically he could feel the cool temperatures of the hands moving and checking his bones. 

As the presence moved away from his legs, he was able to slowly lift his arms to test out the movement. He could physically feel his chest moving alongside his breathing, and he could feel something supporting his entire back. They waited in silence as his magic worked to allow him to feel again.

He hissed and winced as he felt a pinching sensation around his pelvis. He looked towards the star in helplessness, silently asking a question.

Blue spread across the darkness as they stammered, “I- I didn’t want to be impolite. It’s um. Pelvic region?” They didn’t say anything after that. He felt out the cold that was lingering around his legs and gripped it, moving it over. He wanted it healed. 

The blue color spread and glowed brighter. He could see a faint outline of the nose… wait no, that looked like a nasal aperture that a skeleton had. Were they a skeleton? 

“I, ah, I’m really not, I don’t, this is a bit, um,” He gripped the darkness tighter, “O-oh, ok, um, I’m just… going to turn…” The star moved away, the blue color also disappeared, but he could feel the cool balm of the darkness envelop his pelvis and the soft green light returned. The pain was receding minutely, and he started to regain feeling in his legs as well. 

When the darkness moved away again, he poked his healed pelvis to see the now smooth bone, no cracks to be seen. He touched it again, this time feeling for any traces of the damage that rendered him immobile what felt like hours ago. There were slight indents in the bone, but it was hardly noticeable. 

He looked up. The star wasn’t back. He could still feel the presence though, so he knew they hadn’t left. 

He felt around himself, settling his hands on the ground and pushing his body towards the general direction of the darkness. He grunted as he collided with them closer than he thought. So they didn’t move away. He wrapped his arm around the cold darkness, still struggling to support his weight again. 

The coolness that was supporting his back earlier came back to wrap around his entire body, righting him up, “Oh, wait, wait there, I just sealed all of your cracks, but that doesn’t mean your body is correctly and fully healed. Usually intensive full body injuries require a lot of maintenance and time to heal due to the nature of magic flow needing to heal so much damage in the first place. Food is usually the better option, since the amount of healing within a condensed item is much more potent, but I unfortunately don’t have any on me. You shouldn’t be moving so quickly after that, especially considering your magic deficiency. Healing magic doesn’t give you any magic, it merely speeds up a being’s magic to heal any wounds, but the fact that you were able to regain mobility so quickly must mean that your SOUL was just trying to preserve itself and survive with the little amount of energy it had left to sustain a conscious. It must be incredibly tiring to have healed all your cracks like that. I did have to support some of your healing by supplying a bit of my own magic, since your injuries were just so much to handle, but I do think that getting some proper magic back into your system will be so much better and can aid in making your bones heal better and not so brittle. I should probably… ”

He blinked at the voice continuing to hum their strange little words but the darkness supporting his weakening body was a comfort he didn’t realize he needed. His body ached in a tired manner, probably because like the voice said, he didn’t have much magic to sustain himself, and could feel himself drifting a bit. 

He was very grateful for the aid. He lightly tested his voice with a hum to see if he could speak, delight filling his chest as he found out he could. “Thank you,” He whispered. He doesn’t know if the voice heard him or not as he closed his sockets and lost consciousness.

[capt-marty]

NEW INTRO POST

MARTY / CAPT or Captain / KAZ / OTHER NAMES

SHE/HIM (+ others) ------ Multi-fandom ------ READ MY STRAWPAGE

Gonna try to keep this blurb short:

Hey. I'm capt-marty on the tumblr. Why did I say it like that. Whatever. Ok. I tend to ramble a lot and such, and while I am an artist, I don't post much art on here! Most of my blog is reblogs! I'm multifandom, but it's very easy to guess my hyperfixation at any given time (like guess right now- hard, I know....)! I am a minor (16+) and am a fictionkin / otherkin! More about that down below mwuhahahahahahahahhahahaha

I FUCKIGN LOVE MY QPPS @silviaflowers + @cow-inthe-closet RAHHHHHHH <33333333

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Okay HELLO!! I don't really make my OWN posts here much, I mostly like reblogging and using it to consume media from my hyperfixations! I do do art, though!!! Wow!!! If you follow me expecting for art I may not be able to give that to you....

Fandom wise? Well. Too many to write down. I like a lot of things! I will keep this as a hyperfixation tracker! SO! AT THE MOMENT:

HYPERFIXATION(s): Danganronpa (v3 and sdr2 mainly), Epithet Erased, the OSC

OH YEAH. Like, for some reason a majority of the things I ship are. QUEERPLATONIC! So if I start reblogging ship art there's a good chance I ship them as qpps

My mutuals are all very cool!! Speaking of, I joke around with my friends on here a lot- most of which being inside jokes. So if you're randomly confused by what on Earth I'm saying it's PROBABLY THAT AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ALSO. Speaking of social things. I'm very! Bad at conversations! So uh. If you reach out and I seem really weird. That's why. I also have bad anger issues and tend to seem very blunt and stuff so if i appear rude IM SO RRY. I'm also extremely chaotic and strange / unhinged in convos but I try to reign it back if I'm not super close with people /silly

Oh yeah! I have some tags on here too. I shouuuld probably put those here...

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I am a fictionkin and an otherkin like I mentioned up there! My kinlist can be found here if you're curious. Fictionkin is a huge huge part of my identity

Im that guy constantly wearing sunglasses irl

UHHHHHHH I'll add more later. Because I'll probably think of more to add. But for now that's all I think!

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