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[weaselthing]

out of context thing. i guess

[khoipyan]

Meeting the Leeches.

You're on a beach trip with your friends, Yuu and one other. However, you get separated when exploring a dark cave nearby. That’s when you hear something splash in the cave waters, and it was definitely not from tiny fish.

Gender-neutral reader (They/Them), YUU IS A SEPERATE CHARACTER AND YOU AREN’T THEM!, one of my OCs is used as a placeholder for your friend, yippee! :) Their name is Rhen and I’ll be using They/Them to refer to both Yuu and Rhen. Don’t worry, you still get to focus on you + tweels.

Characters; Tweels (Floyd Leech, Jade Leech)

Notes; If you saw me repost this, no you didn't. /j I accidentally posted it half-written and thought I deleted it, only to find out that I did not delete it. Glad I didn't, however I'm mildly embarrassed.

OGnotes; Hahaha. I had this idea in class, which is the entire reason I decided to write for this. I should start proofreading my work, to be honest… I never do. 😨

SOMETHING TO DO .

“We’re finally here,” Somebody huffed. You looked over to see your two friends. Specifically Yuu was out of breath. Rhen was slowly still slowly catching up in the back, and they showed no sign of rushing their way over to you both.

Yuu wiped their forehead, “It’s such a hot day, can we finally go set up the umbrellas? Ooh, and did any of us bring the cooler?”

“You’re asking that now—?” You cocked your head at Yuu. Yuu only looked away shamefully.

There’s the sound of ice-rattling in a large container, and you turn to see Rhen carrying the cooler. What a lifesaver.

—✦—

The umbrellas were placed so that they blocked the sun if you sat on the foldable chairs, and there was also a basket with snacks beside the area placed neatly on a cloth. Although, where you all set up was pretty inconvenient.

You could only wonder why you were so close to the darn edge of the water, when there was nobody here. The beach was nearly desolated. “Did we really have to set up right next to the water?”

Rhen said nothing per usual, but nodded twice.

Yuu spoke, as if for Rhen, “Of course! You see, me and Rhen were thinking that we could see more fishies while sitting next to the water, y’know?”

“But I never said that…?” Rhen muttered under their breath.

It was pretty calm near the water, but there was a large, strange cave. It wasn’t gigantic, but big enough to be ventured into. It’s giving you the creeps.

Snap snap snap. You turned your head to Yuu, who had been trying to get your attention for the past 10 seconds.

“Hey, you were staring pretty hard at that cave over there. You guys wanna go in?” Yuu sounded really excited, but on the other hand, you were NOT exactly thrilled of adventuring a large cave with no actual resources (other than your phones).

You looked over to Rhen, who said nothing. Their expression, however, was ‘What if there’s something in there that tries to eat all of us?’

Yuu seemed to take note of how they were the only willing one, and slung an arm around Rhen. They averted their gaze to you, smiling. “It’ll be fine! Come on. We’ll all stick together, I promise.”

…

You can only sigh, “Alright, let’s go.”

—✦—

“Guys… There’s a sign that says not to go in there!” Rhen gulped.

They weren’t wrong. There was a sign, basically saying to keep out. Okay, now this feeling inside your stomach wasn’t a good one. “Are you sure about this, Yuu? If there’s a sign, it might be because it's dangerous inside. Also, what if authorities come by?”

“Well, how would they know we went in for a quick minute? And how would they know we were in there?” Yuu put their hands on their hips.

Good point, Yuu. If it wasn’t for the fact that the cave was also extremely dark, then maybe you’d have courage to go.

Yuu shrugged, holding up their phone. “I’ll go in by myself then. See ya on the other side!” And in they went.

“Wa-wait up!” Rhen called out for them, shortly following behind.

There really was no choice for you now, is there? You took a deep breath, preparing for any complications this cave might cause, and promptly walked inside.

SOMETHING IN THE WATERS .

The voices of you and your companions echoed loudly. Too much for your comfort, it almost felt like you all were far away.

It wasn’t honestly that bad, until Yuu’s phone suddenly died.

“Hey, guys? Can somebody turn on their phone light?” Yuu asked.

“Ah, I didn’t bring my phone…” Rhen said, sheepishly.

Well. That wasn’t good.

Rhen’s panic filled their voice, “Ahh, guys… I’m scared and I don’t feel the greatest…”

“Hang in there, Rhennie! You’ve got this, we just got to find our way out.” Yuu’s voice echoed back.

“Yeah, you got this!” You encouraged. But other than the echoes of their voices, you could hear something else. A water stream.

And then you noticed; You’d gotten deep enough to find a stream of water, and it glowed. Odd, but it was beautiful. You were awed by it’s beauty, who knew water could be so calming?

Your calm moments were over in a second, however, when you also paid attention to another detail; Where were Yuu and Rhen?

“Guys—? Guys? Hello?” You called out. There was no response from them, and there were only two noises.

Your voice and the noisy running of water.

Your only choice is to keep walking.

—✦—

You roughly estimated to have been walking for 30 minutes. It could have been much less however, as it’s not easy to pass time when you’re walking in a dark scary cave by yourself. The only thing that comforted you was the noises coming from the water stream.

It was calm, soothing, and something moved in the water. It was the only thing calming your nerv— Wait, what?

You stopped in your tracks and looked at the stream again, swearing you had saw a tail. Much to your surprise, there was nothing when you doubled back to look for any signs of movement. This was your mind playing tricks on you after being separated from Yuu and Rhen, wasn’t it?

You continued to walk, only for your left ankle to be splashed. Wet sock, yikes. ‘I should have worn my sandals’, You silently thought to yourself, thinking about how Yuu had teased you about wearing shoes before you all came to the beach. You looked back at the stream of water, only to find nothing. Again? If you were going insane, this might be it. Walking in soggy shoes is terrible, so walking in a wet sock would have to suffice for now. Taking off your shoe, you readjusted your sock as well, for no particular reason.

This time, you weren’t even given the chance to walk again as you were splashed; You were now soaking wet.

But along with your frustration, came two amused laughs.

“Ahaha! Look at ‘em, Jade! They look like they might just cry.”

Well, that was hard to judge, wasn’t it? Because you were looking at the ground trying not to get water in your eyes.

Another voice intruded, “I do have to say, I’ve never seen a human inside of these caves before. I’m quite curious why they’re here.”

“Well, maybe we can ask them! Hey hey, how come you’re in a dark, SCARY cave, all by yourself, hmm?”

You wiped face with your (already wet) arms and looked at the water stream, this time there were two large people…

Holy shit. Those were not people. They weren’t fish either, and they were not just your imagination.

Long, human—like fish… They weren’t human. You didn’t know how to react other than stepping away from the water stream’s ledge.

“Psst! Come over here! We won’t drag ya under, promise.” One of the creatures said, specifically one with a black hair parting to the left. “This water is too shallow for us to drown ya anyways, only goes up to your waist.”

Was that a threat? Would they have pulled you under if there was a deeper body of water? You got close to them regardless, curious as to who… and what they were.

The other one took note of your brave hesitation, “You really are brave to approach us, despite not knowing what we could do to you. I applaud you.” He said, clasping his hands together and giving you a warm smile. Somehow, you think his mannerisms are false enough.

“What are you? Who are you, and why do you look like that?” You asked, still weary.

“Talking to us like we’re monsters, I’m hurt. My name is Jade, and my brother here is Floyd.” He said, putting a webbed hand over his heart and feigning sadness.

“You can remember us by our hair shape! 'J', for Jade, and 'F' for me!” Floyd shouted at you, waving his hands in the air. His actions splashed water everywhere, but since you were already soaked, you didn’t really mind.

You pause, thinking of what to do next. It was freezing cold being soaked with water while standing around, so you decided to ask for something that would benefit yourself. “Okay. Err, can you help me get out? I got lost.”

“Oh? You got lost?” Jade said. Both of them smiled at you, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Floyd laughed, “I’m assumin’ they got split from the other two people we just saw, ahaha!”

Wow. So they terrorized Yuu and Rhen as well? Yikes. “Please, it’s so cold and I’m sure you guys would know where the way out is!”

“Maybe we do, perhaps we don’t. What if we don’t show you the way out, then what would be your next coarse of action?”

“Would ya beg us to show you? It’d be REAL funny to see you beg on your knees to two merfolks, wouldn’t it?”

You’ve huffed, “If you won’t help me, then I’ll help myself!” And started walking off.

Unfortunately, they started following you regardless.

—✦—

“Gettin’ tired yet? You’re so small compared to us, I’m gonna call ya “Little Shrimp” and stuff.”

You rolled your eyes, “The only thing I’m getting tired of is you both. Why bother following me?”

“Apologies, but we only natural for us to think you’re quite fascinating. I mean, how are you ever going to get out of this cave without asking us for help?”

You literally just asked them for help 10 minutes ago, but okay.

You paused your walking and looked at the two… What even were they? “What are you, sea snakes or something?”

“Close, we’re moray eels.” Jade’s politeness really makes you want to thrash around.

“Cool. Whatever,” There was a big pause before you bent down near the ledge of the water stream, “Please. What do you want from me? I just want to get out of here, so what is it?”

“What is what?” Floyd asked, grinning. He got closer to you as he rest his arms on the ledge that divided the water stream and the cave floor.

You frown, “You know what I mean!”

He flicked your forehead, “Hahaha, you’re so angry and for what? We didn’t do anything to you, that was your fault for ignoring the sign.”

Ah. The sign. No wonder why it was posted there, it was easy to get lost. Let’s listen to signs next time, shall we?

“Tell ya what, Shrimpy, we’ll show you the way, but you have to come back to the beach tomorrow to play with us!”

You were taken aback by their demands, “What? That’s it? Seriously?”

Jade chimed in, “Yes. We’ve been looking for something to do. What better way to spend than to observe a human? We promise we’ll be gentle, and we’ll try not to bite.”

“Fine. Just get me out of here.”

SOMETHING THAT REUNITES .

The first thing you were greeted with when you got out of the cave was Rhen coming over to you and hugging you tightly. Weird, considering they never liked physical affection much.

“Wah! Are you alright? You were in there for an hour!” Yuu shouted, a worried expression plastered on their face.

You returned Rhen’s hug, patting them on the back, “I’m fine guys, don’t worry!”

Were you really in there for that long?

Yuu sighed, “You were right, I’m really sorry for making you guys go in there… without a light source! I should have made sure my phone was fully charged!”

“That’s what you were worried about?!” Rhen scolded, playfully slapping Yuu’s arm over and over.

You thought you would never see the light of day again, nor your friends. You’re grateful that you were able to find your way out this time. However, “Guys?”

Rhen and Yuu stopped their fighting, replying with “What?” In sync.

There was a long pause before you facepalmed, “We’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“What?!”

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[partofmycharm]

The Placeholder - Yautja x OC

Originally posted on AO3 under the same name.

A/N: Just something random that I came up with and thought would be fun to write. I also have a Predator/Alien server on Discord! We’re a very welcoming community and would love for you to join. 

Pairing: Yautja (Male) x OC (Female)

Word Count: 5916

Content Warnings: partner betrayal, depression, mentions of suicide, NSFW

Description: Beth hasn't had much luck with relationships. It gets worse before it gets better.

Aun'ta = (awn-tah) Ya'yti = (yah-yih-tee) Yithou = (yih-thow) s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe = (seh-heh-ee-teh ooh-sel-kweh)

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Beth wasn’t stupid. She wouldn’t consider herself intellectually gifted, either. But she was emotionally aware and empathetic — she could read a room the moment she stepped into it.

So, it didn’t go over her head when she noticed the change in Aun’ta’s behaviour. It started small. He seemed peppier — not unusual, sometimes his moods fluctuated, and that was okay. Beth couldn’t exactly pinpoint the day his spirit lifted, but she did notice the gradual increase in effort. This, as a whole, was unsurprising. Recently, the clanship had been visited by a group of martial artists for a temporary program in which Yautjas and humans trained together, all in preparation for the Space Olympics the following year. Aun’ta loved hunting, and, naturally as the himbo that he was, he’d signed up for the program, for which he would dedicate three months of his time. He was partnered with an old hunt brother of his, from which he’d known since they were young, and they’d quickly rekindled their friendship. They worked together to teach two other humans, and it wasn’t nonsense to attribute his spike of energy to that.

Life in a clanship was boring. That, Beth could appreciate. She had joined four years ago under the health program as a Medic Assistant, two of which she’d spent in a relationship with the male Yautja. Aun’ta. He wasn’t exactly the smartest. The best he could do was hit two rocks against each other and figure out it makes sound (Beth would never say that to his face because, alas, she loved him). It wouldn’t be necessary to say anything, however, because Aun’ta knew he’d never been built for any of the complicated clan jobs. He’d taken a fancy to the Arbitrator title, and he’d been pursuing it for as long as he could remember, even if he didn’t really understand the full details of what it entailed. As a result, the most he contributed to the clan was food, as he spent most of his time hunting and honing his skills. With experience came wealth, however, and Aun’ta was lucky enough to trade a lot of the stuff he’d accumulated for the bigger and better. But when he met Beth, his trips became less and less frequent. The last time he’d left the clanship was seven months ago, and Aun’ta was bored.

Beth had encouraged him to take up any of the less complicated jobs. She suggested being a temporary caterer, clothesmaker, blacksmith, anything! She’d even pushed for him to enquire about becoming an Assistant Medic. But he refused! He liked nothing else but the hunt, and he didn’t really have any hobbies besides sex and beating up other Yautja in the kehrite. Beth had given up in the end. Aun’ta was stubborn. His skull was thick. So, when this new program came into talks, they were both ecstatic about the opportunity. Peppiness at this time wasn’t suspicious.

It did become a little strange when Aun’ta grew cuddlier at night. Beth wasn’t opposed to this; he just wasn’t a touchy-feely male. It was different. But perhaps the shakeup of routine had invoked an inspiration for a personality change. And, besides, Aun’ta was large and warm, perfect combinations for sleep, and Beth found herself melting into his embrace every night.

Sometimes shifts as an Assistant Medic were long. The clanship was massive, there was never an empty day, but this particular one had seen quite a few Unbloods. There had been a brawl, and Beth was the lucky assistant to get stuck with the aftermath — lots of blood, bone, and open flesh. The Yautja Medics had also been quite unhappy with this development, as it was the time of the season for the females to start giving birth. They took priority, so it was obviously an annoyance for the invasion of immature, raucous males complaining about their losses. But they weren’t the worst. It was the Unbloods who preened with their chests puffed, the ones who thought their shit didn’t stink because they beat up a fellow child. Most of them refused to get treated because they didn’t want to lose any ‘battle scars’. Whatever. Beth just pretended she didn’t hear them purring to her.

It was a late finish that day. When Beth arrived at their shared room, Aun’ta was already there. That wasn’t a surprise. But it was the first time they didn’t have sex before sleeping, and Beth had told herself it was because she was tired, and sex was the last thing on her mind after the last few hours of chaos. It didn’t hit her until reflection that she realised he hadn’t even tried to initiate anything.

Eventually, sex became a scarcity. And that’s when Beth started to become suspicious. Love blinded people, and she felt nauseous when she realised how much the rose-tinted glasses stayed on. There was a brief period where Beth worried she wasn’t appealing to him anymore, but those washed away when they coupled on the day that had them stuck in their room together, with nothing to do.

With so many individuals on a clanship, most jobs were demanding and busy. Stress was no stranger, and Beth felt it throughout the birthing season. As a mere assistant, she couldn’t do much, but the days were jam-packed, and the clan welcomed over thirty new pups, pure blood and hybrids alike. Beth loved her job, and even though the long days exhausted her body and mind, she’d been talking with the Head Medic about promoting her. Of course, it would entail a lot of study, but Beth was willing to sacrifice an arm and a leg to become a qualified Medic — that alone could even allow her to work as a doctor in human hospitals, the opportunities for these positions new after the alliance recognised and allowed credit for prior learning. This prospect was probably the biggest news she’d learned thus far in the past four years, but she couldn’t share the excitement when she left to retire for bed that night. Aun’ta was growing more and more distant, becoming quieter, and he’d blamed it on the stress from his rigorous schedule (he trained for only half a day cycle, and never more than five cycles in a row).

Beth could empathise. But she wasn’t stupid.

They were almost strangers now. They slept in the same nest, and lived in the same room, but they hardly acknowledged each other anymore. When Beth woke up, Aun’ta was gone. He came back later in the night cycle, sometimes he never returned at all. And when the rose-tinted glasses finally fell off, Beth could see the situation in its entirety. It would take a fool to not see what was happening, and the very idea opened chasms in her heart.

It was a lucky day when Yithou came into the medbay. He was Aun’ta’s old hunt brother, the one who he’d recently rekindled his friendship with. Beth was cleaning the surgery tools from their previous patient when Yithou entered for a bone resetting. While Yautja were taught first aid, they never learnt much beyond that unless they wanted to become a Healer. It wasn’t necessary for them. Emergency first aid was essential during the hunt, anything beyond that could be life-threatening, even if it was easily treated by trained professionals. And besides, resetting bones was actually harder than it seemed, and many injuries had occurred from stupid people thinking they could lend a helping hand. The worst thing for Yithou was getting someone like Aun’ta to reset it for him.

When Beth knew Yithou was treated and recovered, she slyly stood by him before he was signalled to leave. “So, how’s the program going?”

“Better than expected,” Yithou said.

“You’re partnered with Aun’ta, correct?” Beth asked. She sprayed the medical tools with an antibacterial cleanser.

“Yes. And with two ooman females.”

Beth’s face remained placid. “So he told me,” she lied easily. “Are they nice?”

“Stubborn,” Yithou said. “Rude.”

“Well, Aun’ta seems to think otherwise. He’s taken a special liking,” Beth said casually.

“You know of their relations?” Yithou cocked his head.

Big, beefy, and brainless. There was a small demographic of them on the clanship. It seemed like-minded individuals attracted like-minded individuals.

Beth smiled. “You knew they were together?”

“Yes.” Yithou cocked his head to the side. He looked her up and down. “I am sure you will find a more worthy male.”

“I’m not counting on it.”

Beth was thankful Aun’ta never returned home that night. It gave her extra time to think of what she would say to him, and extra time to cry alone in the washroom without worrying about intrusions. She’d suspected as such in the beginning when his cuddliness had bordered excessive. The thoughts had been fleeting but loud, watered like seeds even more so when the wall began to build. Beth thought herself to be confident, however, she couldn’t help but reflect critically upon herself. Perhaps she’d been the problem. Perhaps she’d been too boring.

The dejection didn’t last long; it eventually paved way for deep-rooted anger, nursed by the inner turmoil that stormed Beth’s insides. She’d put up with Aun’ta’s sorry excuse of an ass for two years now — from his tumultuous mood swings and incessant need to speak only of his adventures (while impressive, they grew repetitive, and there was only so much someone could milk their own ego). His personality was as bland as a bowl of white rice, and Beth had fallen head over heels for the only male that had ever shown an interest in her.

But the longer Beth sat with those thoughts flitting back and forth in her mind, she realised that could have just been the anger talking. Aun’ta had been good in the beginning. He’d gifted her skulls, while scary at first, the gesture had become endearing when she’d learned the meaning. He’d been affectionate, with those gentle grazes here and there that she craved towards the end. They’d ridden on a high for the first few months of their relationship, and Beth had quickly grown addicted to the feelings that blossomed in her chest when she was around him.

But it always came back to Aun’ta’s ‘house arrest’, self-imposed, for the most part. Beth had never asked him to abandon the hunt and his chase for the Arbitrator title, though he hardly seemed worthy of it now. But she had always felt there was a level of resentment on Aun’ta’s behalf, and the very idea made Beth see red. Even more so now, in hindsight.

It was halfway through the next day when Aun’ta finally returned. He wore nothing but an unwashed loincloth that Beth swore he’d worn last week. That was something that had always irked her — his laziness. As someone who thought his shit didn’t stink, everything else sure did. Not literally, but Beth had been confounded when she’d learned not all Yautja shared the same hygiene habits. Again, rose-tinted glasses.

“I wasn’t aware the program ran overnight,” Beth said from her position on one of the lounging seats.

Aun’ta paused in the middle of the room. “Sometimes the humans request extra training. It can run overtime.”

“Oh, yeah?” Beth asked casually. “What kind of moves are you teaching each other? Missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style?”

Aun’ta straightened. “Speak plainly,” he said.

“Cut the dominance bullshit.” Beth scrunched her nose in disgust. “Only a coward would go behind their mate’s back.”

“I am no coward,” Aun’ta barked immediately. His chest puffed out at the insult, at the mere insinuation that he was less than a capable, honourable male. He was going to become an Arbitrator, and Arbitrators weren’t cowards.

“You haven’t proved to me otherwise, since you don’t even have the guts to tell me what the fuck’s going on,” Beth said. She could feel her own anger resurfacing, the remnants that had bubbled and boiled for hours before they cooled. The flames had been ignited again, however.

“If you so wish,” Aun’ta said. “I have been waiting for the right time to inform you that I wish to no longer be mates. I have found a female who I believe to be my life-mate.”

That felt like a punch to the guts. No, several punches. Beth tried her best to keep a placid expression despite how winded she felt. Her mouth went dry almost immediately, and though she wished to not clue him in on how she felt, she knew that Aun’ta could taste the change in pheromones immediately.

“Life-mate?” Beth asked. It seemed to be the only words she could speak at that moment. Her mind and heart were racing, and she felt like she couldn’t get a grip on any sense. Aun’ta had never even uttered that term before, and while Beth was familiar with it, she had been naïve to assume… that, well, perhaps he viewed her as that.

“Yes.”

So simple, yet it felt so cruel.

Beth tried to think of something to say, but she couldn’t find anything that was appropriate. After a few seconds of staring down at the floor in an attempt to regather her thoughts, she looked back up at Aun’ta, who stared with such little regard in his eyes it scared her. “So, what about me? The two years that we spent together? It meant nothing to you?”

“You are… a kind female,” Aun’ta said slowly. “But I never felt you were my life-mate. I have found someone more worthy.”

Worthy?! There weren’t many words to describe how Beth felt — gobsmacked, blindsided; that was a good starting point. She knew he’d been cheating, but never in a million years could she imagine these words coming from his mouth. They felt to be more in affront, purposeful to rile her up.

“So, I was just a fucking placeholder for you until you found someone better,” Beth said quietly, more to herself than him. “Cool.”

“It is the Yautja way.” Aun’ta almost shrugged, but he stopped.

“No, Aun’ta. It’s your way.” Beth shook her head. She looked up at him after taking a few deep breaths. “And I’m not going to let you stand there and degrade me. I deserve better than that. Whether you like it or not, your actions are cowardly. No real male would feel the need to go behind someone’s back, and no real male would feel the need to use someone like this.”

Aun’ta sneered. “Then perhaps you don’t have what it takes to live among Yautja.”

He was just trying to offend her. Beth knew it was a self-preservation technique; he felt emotionally threatened, and that much was obvious to her. And though she wanted to play into his pathetic game and snap back, doing so would solve nothing. Beth sighed and stood up. “I thought better of you, but obviously I was wrong. That’s really disappointing.” There was a multitude of things she could say, and as much as she wanted to, there really was no point. Getting through Aun’ta’s skull was like getting through a brick wall with a needle. He had it coming to him — patience was a virtue.

As Beth started walking towards the door, Aun’ta flared his mandibles. “You are best to take your—”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Beth interrupted. While she wished she could slam the door shut, Yautja’s tended to build automatic sliding doors. It made for rather uneventful exits.

Beth had expected the transition to be easy — the past two months had entailed alienation between the pair of them. They had barely had a conversation, let alone touched each other in bed. But once the anger heightened and dissipated, she felt a particular sense of darkness loom over her head. Something heavy pinched her heart, and it seemed to weigh more with each passing day.

Her work performance suffered; the pungent permeation of her pheromones distracted a lot of the patients and the Medics. To the Yautja, human sadness smelt like a particular white plant that grew on their clan’s moon colony. When in bloom, it possessed a strong odour, while not wholly unpleasant and invasive on their olfactory senses, it smelt heavy and loaded with invocations of melancholy. Sometimes, when the plant was consumed during bloom, it invoked such intense feelings of misery that animals oftentimes committed suicide to end their suffering. The Yautja referred to this curse as s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe, which, in English, translated as ‘to weave final rest.’

But Beth was of no curse, no s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe, even if she smelt like it. This was a different kind of curse, one born of heartbreak and self-hatred. Though the Yautja had developed an antidote (necessary, of course, for the stupid Unbloods who thought it funny to consume the white plant as a challenge), this type of misery could not be cured with an antidote.

Beth had gathered her things from Aun’ta’s room when he was gone, and she’d been relocated to the small human quarters a few floors below. The room was tiny in comparison, more like a studio. It was different to fall asleep every night not being able to smell Aun’ta’s strange, alien scent. Like a brewery; cold alcohol with hints of coriander, strong and masculine. It had taken a while to get used to, but Beth had ended up liking the scent, and she always found herself falling to sleep wrapped in it.

Now, it smelt like… nothing. Her nose no longer buzzed with Aun’ta. It felt strangely empty. Beth tried very hard to remain angry at him, but she couldn’t help the heaviness that weighed her head and shoulders down.

It hurt even worse when she finally saw the woman that Aun’ta had left her for. A skilled martial artist, indeed, confident, perhaps a little too much. She was bossy, and arrogant, Aun’ta oftentimes found himself stumbling after her, left in the dust of her parade. She was cocky, and thought of herself too highly, heightened even more so when their relationship became public. It was distasteful behaviour; she thought herself superior for having a Yautja mate. And though Beth reserved judgment, she couldn’t help but laugh at her replacement.

Aun’ta had never been a chaser, but now he was scratching his head at his ‘life-mate’. He very quickly realised their incompatibility, but the sex had been all too appealing. Or perhaps it was the secrecy that made it fun, and while he’d felt a little guilty in the beginning, he rather enjoyed knowing something no one else didn’t. But entering a state of domesticity with her had brought out their flaws. Hell, the room hadn’t been cleaned since Beth left, and Aun’ta had started to feel icky in his own hide.

It wasn’t until about a month later that things started to really change for Beth. She had been more than disappointed to discover that Aun’ta’s new ‘life-mate’ had decided to stay after the program finished, and she’d finish up her Space Olympics training here, which, in turn, forced her instructors to remain on the clanship, too. But, alas, their paths never really crossed, so Beth had nothing to complain about beyond the fact that she was her replacement.

On one random cycle, a small group of Elders returned from a negotiations trip with another clan. Well, that’s what Beth heard, anyway, but she assumed two months was a long time for that sort of business. She didn’t really know how that stuff worked — her concern was in the medbay with the injured and sick.

Beth and Aun’ta’s mateship had been no secret, and their split hadn’t been, either. The sight of him with a new human female had turned a few heads, especially the Elders that had finally returned. One of them was Ya’yti, with a pebbled hide of liquorice brown and jasmine yellow, but his deep, dark green eyes were most capturing.

He was no stranger to Beth. She had never spoken with him directly, but she had often seen him around the clanship. Wherever she needed to go, he always seemed to be there. His gaze was capturing, alluring, intense, scarily so. Beth had always felt intimidated in his presence as if every bit of her was being scrutinised and picked apart just by him. There were times he’d seemed to linger in the medbay, often talking with the Head Medic in their native language, so Beth had easily assumed Ya’yti to be directly involved with the medical team.

So, it was a surprise when Ya’yti approached her when she was alone in the medbay the day after his arrival. He wore nothing but a black loincloth and his thermo-net, and Beth was immediately hit by his overwhelming scent. It was warm, earthy, like digging your toes into soil, with complements of burning sage, all of which permeated her pores and warmed her insides. Her extremities tingled, and her head felt fuzzy.

“Where is Aun’ta?” Ya’yti asked. Of course, that had to be the first thing he ever said to her.

Beth didn’t look at him as she continued her work, all the while trying not to get wrapped up in his scent. “Fucking his new girlfriend.”

Ya’yti clicked thoughtfully. He stood watching her for an extra second or two, before he grumbled the human equivalent of a hum and then calmly walked off. Beth only looked at him as the door soundlessly slid shut, and only then did she release the shaky breath she’d been holding.

She had expected that to be the end of it. Beth almost fainted in the middle of the corridor when Ya’yti stopped her the next day. He got onto one knee and bowed his head as he offered his most prized skull.

“For Beth,” he rumbled.

There were others watching, Beth was keenly aware. She was also aware of what the gesture meant, though she admitted it befuddled her. Ya’yti had never shown any interest in her before. Well, at least, to her knowledge. But she kept thinking back to how she felt the moment Ya’yti stepped into her vicinity. It was nothing she’d ever experienced with Aun’ta.

Beth accepted.

They moved slowly at first. Beth wasn’t really sure what they were to each other, she couldn’t really say she knew much about him. So, when he invited her for a night at the viewing port, she accepted again. It was a private, rounded room that allowed a front row to the breathless views space had to offer. Beth had never really taken the time to stop and appreciate the beauty around them, but she quickly grew to fall in love with the sights.

Ya’yti touched her for the first time that night. It was a mere caress on her face, so gentle and feathery, it was almost as if he was afraid of hurting her. He purred deeply that time, so different to Aun’ta, but Beth couldn’t deny it felt so right.

Meeting in the viewing port became somewhat of a normality. Nobody ever really ventured there; only a few times did another Yautja or human show up for some downtime. Beth learned a lot about Ya’yti. He didn’t tend to speak much, but he found himself talking more and more with each passing night. He’d been a renowned Hunter in his prime, and he’d been the clan’s most sought-after weapons maker. When he reached Elder status, he retired from those days, and he’d joined the clan council, where he worked for the better of his people. Beth had been surprised when he said that, no, he’d never been much of a Medic or a ‘Healer’ as the Yautja’s called them.

Anyways, there was a scary amount of intelligence that simmered within, the likes to which Beth found herself becoming attracted to. He was wise beyond comprehension; articulate in his words and thoughts. Ya’yti still enjoyed the occasional hunt, but he much preferred exploration, and taking advantage of everything life had to offer. He’d tried his hand at being a green thumb but found that plants often died in his care. He didn’t really know what he was doing wrong, but he swore he’d nurture one through its entirety.

“You are lucky. Ya’yti has never considered a female before,” the Head Medic mentioned one day.

“I never expected it to be me,” Beth said.

“He has liked you for a long time. You were just too busy with that lump of a male to notice.”

Surprisingly, Beth found herself quickly forgetting Aun’ta. She never really saw him anymore, anyway, and with Ya’yti, he grew to become somewhat of a distant memory. She felt things she’d never felt before, experienced things she’d never experienced before.

Those innocent, curious touches they shared became frequent. Ya’yti held her for the first time in the viewing port. He wasn’t buff like Aun’ta, but he wasn’t particularly lean, either (his thighs, though… they were another story altogether). His arms, with his defined, rippling muscles, encircled her smaller body so delicately, she felt like fine china. Beth had never really been held like this before, and she fell asleep with her cheek pressed to his warm chest, lulled by the rhythmic beating of his twin hearts. They fell silent that night, just enjoying each other’s presence. Ya’yti almost fell asleep, too, because, for the first time, he felt safe with someone else. He felt as if he could be loved by someone else; he could love someone else.

As imposing as Ya’yti was, he was a warm-hearted individual — for Beth, anyway. She felt confident enough to touch him, too. Grazes along his face; gentle caresses over his mandibles and tusks, eliciting soft, hypnotic purrs and half-lidded eyes. Curious explorations of each other’s bodies, following lines and curves of muscles and scars. Ya’yti would roll her hair between his fingers and then he would gently weave them between the strands and brush out any tangles before resting his palm against the back of her head. He’d become fond of hand-holding, the concept completely human and unnatural to him, but he felt closer to her when they did. His fingers often sought hers, and hers often sought his.

A month after he first courted her, Ya’yti held her in the viewing port. Stars twinkled, an expansive array with barely any space between them. In the distance, a blueish-magenta nebula, so very far away, leaving much to desire. Beth wanted to get closer, see it in its full glory. She thought this as she lay tucked into his side, her head on his chest. Ya’yti held her close, his other hand gently running up and down the side of her face. Affection had also been a strange concept for him, but it felt completely natural here, with her.

“My Beth,” Ya’yti said, quietly, as if afraid to disturb the peace.

“Yeah?”

“Come. Live with me in my quarters.” Ya’yti purred as if to drive the idea home. He’d mentioned once that, as an Elder, his quarters were larger, much more luxurious than those of lower status. He’d said there was plenty of space, especially if they wanted alone time, but Beth was sure she couldn’t get enough of Ya’yti, anyway.

Beth pushed herself up to look at him. She looked between his eyes, so beautifully green she found herself entranced every time she even so much as glanced at them. “You’re okay with that?” She asked, trying to hide her smile.

“Of course,” Ya’yti said. He brushed Beth’s hair behind her ear.

“Okay,” Beth whispered. Her fingers ghosted his lower mandible.

“I have one more question.”

“Yeah?”

Ya’yti took a deep breath, the likes of which fanned across Beth’s face. “Will you be my mate?”

This time, Beth didn’t even try to hide her smile. She pulled herself further up his body. “Of course,” she said. She pressed a soft kiss to his lower mandible, before moving up to his upper one and then the space between his eyes. Ya’yti sighed in contentment, the action encouraging a light purr that rumbled through both of their bodies.

Beth moved in the next day. And Ya’yti was right, his quarters were luxurious. Large, spacious, and even finely decorated. He had a particularly large nest filled with the softest of furs, a sizeable alcove in the floor that was their bathing chambers. It’d been decorated to resemble a natural pond, and the water was comfortingly warm. Ya’yti even had a kitchenette-like area in the corner of the main room, and another corner dedicated to his gardening. There was currently a rare plant he’d been trying to nurture, but the leaves were dying. Beth would fix that.

For the first time that night, their touches went further. Surrounded by the plushness of the furs Ya’yti had accumulated himself, they found each other in close embraces, hot breaths fanning over each other’s faces. Beth had never felt so tingly and warm, so safe in Ya’yti’s arms, the weight of his body pressing gently against hers. Her fingers threaded through his greying tresses; the warmth, fleshy protrusions squeezed softly in her grasp, encouraging shuddering growls from Ya’yti, and harsher bucks that drove him deeper inside her. Beth lifted her hips, pressing kisses to his mandibles as a moan breezed past her lips. His gentle thrusts slowly brought her to a cresting peak, a heat like no other building like a tight knot in her lower abdomen. Beth had never known sex like this; intimate, romantic, they came together as one. Their hands explored their bodies in a way they hadn’t before, and their tongues met in a passionate dance, tasting each other in ways neither had done so with anyone else. And when that tight knot finally snapped, and Beth quite literally felt a white glow encase her body, she vocalised his name and squeezed his tresses, her heart tattooing rhythmic affection, leaving a permanent place for Ya’yti in those chambers. And his beat similarly when he felt a tightening and tingling sensation, his thick ropes of cum filling her inner walls, blooming a hot, intense heat.

Beth had started studying. She was to become a Medic — a qualified Yautja Healer, a human doctor. She still worked part-time in the medbay to continue her contributions to the clan. Every day, she felt ever closer to Ya’yti, an experience she never quite had with Aun’ta. Months continued; she never saw him anymore. Beth was to be qualified in a few short years if she kept at that pace, Ya’yti took her to places she never dreamed possible, he made her gifts, she made him gifts, and they spoke of pups in the future. The scent of s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe, while not exactly that, was only a distant memory.

It was one night Beth found herself alone in the viewing port. Ya’yti and the clan council were in a meeting with another clan, something to do with a trade route that had been recently disturbed by Bad Bloods. They were working together to rid of the problem, each side offering their best Arbitrators for the job. Ya’yti told her everything — there were no secrets between them.

That night, the door slid open. Beth would be lying if she said her heart didn’t stop when she caught Aun’ta’s reflection in the glass. He stepped down onto the padded platform she was on and sat just a few ways from her.

They were silent for what felt like an eternity.

“Beth,” Aun’ta eventually awkwardly acknowledged.

“Long time, no see,” Beth said lowly. She stared at the distant nebula, hoping that she could get lost in its beauty to avoid this conversation.

“I have been searching for you,” Aun’ta said. He wasn’t exactly a great conversationalist; Beth had quickly come to find out early in the beginning.

“Yeah? Your girlfriend know about that?” Beth asked.

Aun’ta flexed his mandibles in discomfort. “She is… no longer my mate.”

That’s unsurprising. Beth finally looked over at him — he appeared worse for wear. It was pitiful even glancing at him. “I thought she was your life-mate.”

“We are too different,” Aun’ta said. “She is leaving in a few cycles.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Beth asked. She dreaded the answer. She picked at the material of the dress Ya’yti had made for her.

“I was wondering if you’d like to move back in with me,” Aun’ta said slowly. “And try again.” He never met her eyes.

Beth exhaled quietly. She’d been expecting it. “No, thank you,” she said, though Aun’ta hardly deserved the pleasantries. “I’m with Ya’yti now.”

It was a surprise Aun’ta didn’t know that. Perhaps he’d been so caught up in his personal drama, he’d lost his awareness. At least the clan life wasn’t boring anymore. Or perhaps he did know, and he was just so self-entitled, he didn’t care. But when Beth closer observed him, she couldn’t exactly pin it on self-entitlement. It felt like desperation; a last claw at normality before giving up. He probably wanted his old life back, and any semblance of that would remedy the shame and self-hatred that bubbled like lava in his blood. He could have realised what he’d lost, but in that realisation, Beth had learned just exactly how unfair the relationship had been.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t an ornament he could put on his trophy wall when he wasn’t interested. That was the problem with Aun’ta, and at least this way, he could learn a very important life lesson. Karma always made its deliveries, sometimes faster than expected. Beth wasn’t complaining, she just wished he saw her as more than a trophy. A living, human being, with thoughts, feelings, likes and dislikes, goals, and family, and friends. It wasn’t a matter of love, it was a matter of respect, to which Beth quickly realised, she would receive none.

Aun’ta never responded. He kept his head lowered. Beth eyed him for a moment longer. “You’ll find someone one day, Aun’ta,” she said quietly. When he didn’t respond again, Beth pushed herself to her feet.

The male quickly rumbled a response. “What if I don’t want someone else?”

“You will,” Beth said. She trusted Aun’ta would learn to let go as she had. It was never an easy process, another trial to overcome. But through that, Beth had found Ya’yti. And though she despised what Aun’ta put her through, harbouring animosity was a sure way to ensure the mind never healed. “I wish you the best, Aun’ta. You still have so much to live for.”

Aun’ta would never respond. He kept his head low, and Beth took this as her cue to leave. Ya’yti would have finished his meeting by now, and she wanted to see him before they slept. He probably hadn’t eaten much the last half of the cycle, so she could make him something to eat and then, whilst he held her in bed, he would tell her of his day, and she would tell him of hers. And while it seemed boring to others, Beth couldn’t help but feel as if she was floating.

And though Beth thought she’d moved on, leaving the viewing port that night after her brief conversation with Aun’ta helped her feel as if she was truly walking away from that aspect of her life forever. Aun’ta would live to move on, to achieve what he wanted, and Beth would, once again, go home to Ya’yti, her real home, to achieve what she wanted, with her life-mate.

Aun’ta would never respond. He kept his head low, and Beth took this as her cue to leave. Ya’yti would have finished his meeting by now, and she wanted to see him before they slept. He probably hadn’t eaten much the last half of the cycle, so she could make him something to eat and then, whilst he held her in bed, he would tell her of his day, and she would tell him of hers. And while it seemed boring to others, Beth couldn’t help but feel as if she was floating.

And though Beth thought she’d moved on, leaving the viewing port that night after her brief conversation with Aun’ta helped her feel as if she was truly walking away from that aspect of her life forever. Aun’ta would live to move on, to achieve what he wanted, and Beth would, once again, go home to Ya’yti, her real home, to achieve what she wanted, with her life-mate.

[myrmyrtheorca]

Qn ask for the Myell!

🌀 Storm: Will your WIP have a happy or sad ending? How do you feel about it?

🌦️ Overcast: Which character do you think readers would love the most? Which character do you think they would dislike?

💧 Raindrop: Describe your antagonist/villain in 5 words.

Hello Muffin!! Thank you for submitting thought fodder for the myell 💙 (ask game)

DISCLAIMER: info about KW's structure below, could be considered spoilers but I tried to be as vague as possible. It's more like future plans than anything. If you're curious about how KW's going to look like, dive right in!

🌀 Storm: oooohh boyyy

Ok here's the thing. KW is a retelling of KHR, and just like KHR it's divided in arcs, though these arcs don't necesarily cover the canon arcs in their entirety, that's only true for the second one. Let's see if I can summarize them (as per anything I make, there could be changes in the future, but this is the current plan)

Act 1 - The Opened Way (current) -> from right after Kokuyo Arc to the start of Varia Arc Act 2 - SPOILS OF WAR (placeholder name) -> Varia Arc Act 3 - SIEGE (placeholder name) -> from right after the end of Varia Arc to a number of months later (as part of some of KW's timeline choices, Tsuna's trip to the future and subsequentially the earthquake which kickstarts the Inheritance Arc has been "postponed") Act 4 - BIRTHRIGHT (placeholder name) -> continuing from when Act 3 has left off to some time after, still before the start of Inheritance Arc

FUTURE EPISODE -> don't know if this one will be divided in arcs too (maybe two?), but it takes place in the Future Arc, future timeline

From future episode on, it's still a WIP.

I know for sure I won't cover Inheritance and Curse of the Arcos in total (it's either something that happens in parallel but unrelated to those arcs, or directly something that happens after them);

I know what plotline will need to come to a close in that final section;

I know more or less what SHOULD happen, but I have no idea how to actually "end" KW. Maybe because KHR itself doesn't feel like it brings "closure" to me, it's more of an open ending which really I prefer over a definite one.

So the answer is.... who knows? Not me for sure (～￣▽￣)～

🌦️ Overcast: I literally cannot wait to write more about the Entity for this exact reason, because I think she'll cause those two different reactions all by herself at the same time.

Though for the second part, I really think people are not going to like how Myr's going to get going forward, for a multitude of reasons.

First, she's going to take a path that many other OCs before her have taken and I feel many will roll their eyes and be like "what, really? Another one?" (no it's not the new Varia cloud guardian, please don't hurt me). This doesn't bother me one bit, but I have a feeling some readers will not be thrilled about it.

Second, Myr will not make the "right" choice, or the most logical one.

Third, she's caused her fair share of trouble in the past. As our dear Tristam said once, why do you think she was stripped of her birthrights?

💧 Raindrop: I already answered this, but let me get a second set for our beloved Nifate (the actually name of Myr's mom, usually written as Nera Signora because that's her title as Cavalieri Boss):

Cunning. Prudent. Bitter. Sick. Avid.

[starshinadraven]

Hello! My name is Draven. He/him, 20 years old, from Brazil, and a writer (allegedly), currently working on a comic draft. I write queer whump mostly. My WIPs are below the page break. For the sake of everyone's safety and comfort, here are the trigger warnings that can be expected from this account. Please stay safe and mute the tags.

SA — #tw sa

Torture, gratuitous gore, body mods, bodily fluids galore — #tw body horror

Sexuality and gender (forcemasc/forcefem, do keep in mind that I'm FTM so if transfems feel fetishized please do let me know) — tw gender manipulation

Sex, violence during sex (consensual), general horniness — #tw sex

Military/war themes — #tw military

Necrophilia, dead body handling, grave desecration — #tw necro

WIPs

All my WIPs are nameless so far because I am Very Lazy and Fear Permanence. I'm currently focused on Black Tulip

Black Tulip, Zinc Garden (#WIP black tulip)

Very early stages, most of the plot points and settings are likely to change as I refine it. Set in Afghanistan, 1980s, during the Soviet invasion. The story follows primarily Nikolai (Kolya), our initial whumpee, an emotionally numb and socially stunted young soldier who's assigned to a particularly shitty unit (details are murky. Further research is needed). He meets Arseniy Lisitsin (Lisya, or Senya if you want to die ig), our initial whumper. Whumping ensues. The catch is: both characters take turns being the aggressive part, and they get increasingly creative in their whumping methods.

Trigger warnings: dubious consent, unfair power dynamics (initially), unhealthy relationships, actual war, period typical homophobic language

I will say, since whump is largely a form of entertainment and trauma release, I won't write any whump surrounding the civilians caught in the war, as I don't think that the tone of this work lends itself to depicting their trauma in a respectful way. So only soldiers will he harmed here.

Prussian Bluest (#WIP prussian bluest)

Set initially in the 1990s, but most of the whump takes place in flashbacks to WW1. The story follows Bowie (placeholder name) whose hyperfixation is on Manfred von Richthofen, the Red Baron. During a trip to Germany and Poland for the sake of his research, Bowie makes a pilgrimage through the more relevant places to Richthofen's life, including the three burial sites where he had been interred. Shenanigans ensue, Bowie causes the Baron to come back as a spirit. The story switches between them trying to figure out how to fix this mess while Manfred has to relive days of his life at random (ranging from his actual death, in which he feels the dread, the pain, the fatigue etc to his first day of school), and Manfred reminiscing over his memories. Oh also Bowie experiences psychosis so that's fun (I Will Make My OCs Have My Illnesses And You Cannot Stop Me). Cue some psychological and existentialist horror since I like that

Trigger warnings: again Actual War, psychosis inducing narratives, sexual trauma (barely showed but it's still there), queerphobia. And this last one is not a trigger but it'd piss me off so content warning for historical inaccuracies and piss poor portrayal of a historical figure

Very excited to yap with you all 🫦

[northstardrabbles]

blog intro!!

hi all! my name is sol, my pronouns are he/xe/it and this is going to be my general, writing-centric blog!

i'm very new to tumblr as a whole, but i've been itching to show my writing to a larger audience so a good friend of mine encouraged me to make a blog here.

some info about me:

i've been writing for 10-11 years now

i rp on occasion and have been doing so for about 3 years

i play dnd, an assortment of roblox games (namely doors, pressure, and phantom forces), ultrakill, and i'm a sucker for horror media

as for what i write, most of my content centers around two main writing projects and their core oc's, as well as whatever au's i've come up with over time.

a lot of my writing assumes some knowledge of the characters involved as i usually write for an audience of approximately 3 people, but under the cut i'll include some basic info to help out strangers! (once i figure out how tumblr works, i'll also add links to more in-depth intro posts for each character.)

spindle / uriel

essentially an adaptation of an ongoing rp i'm doing with my girlfriend! it's heavily based off a minecraft modpack we played on for a bit, but also includes some original elements.

in short, it follows spindle, an arachnid traveler on a journey to the end. they meet up with uriel, a fallen angel who eventually accompanies them on the trip—unwillingly at first, but eventually they grow close.

spindle's intro post

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adam / nightfall

another project that's still in progress! this story follows adam, a simple country boy living in rural arkansas—and then what happens when he encounters a rogue lab experiment, accidentally snared in his backyard.

adam's intro post placeholder

nightfall's intro post

other projects/characters i might mention

d&d - i'm in 3 campaigns currently and my characters have a special niche in my head

unnamed writing/worldbuilding thing - a larger-scale project taking place in a future world ravaged by war. heavily inspired by phantom forces on roblox but it's mostly my own developments. it's about 50% scifi, 50% fantasy adjacent. i made an entire magic system. help me

[glowstone23b]

Today I think I shall gush about my piglin naming system! Inspired by Technoblade :)

Piglin names typically come in three parts, being (attribute)(thing you’re known for)(bastion name). Bastion names are normally used if you’re interacting with anyone outside of your bastion or horde, because goodness knows how many piglins out there are named Gold…

First names are usually a personality trait or something alluding to one, not always literal. Techno was named as such because he’s cool and calculating on the outside, like technology. Flint (my oc, for a second example) was named as such because he’s hardy and dependable.

Second names are given later on in life (some piglins choose not to use them, or never earn them)— these can be a lot of things! Usually it’s a profession, but it can also be a notable event in your life; it’s something people would recognize you for. Techno got the name “blade” because of his prowess with blades in farming and on the battlefield, and Flint got “bairn” for being good with those who are born (animals, but children especially).

Some piglins never end up getting second names, and some don’t associate with a bastion. Those who are outcast or choose to move elsewhere may take up a different name. They also morph with time— if someone becomes more well-known for something after they’d already received a second name, they’d change it to match!

This is the short version, amazingly enough. More under the cut if you’re interested in it! You’ll get a glimpse into how my mind works, lol

First names aren’t given until piglings start to grow their tusks in, around which time their personality shows a lot more. As a baby, they’re given a placeholder name by their parents or caretakers, which can be anything! Typically, it’s from a pool of names that that bastion or horde holds dear, so litters a couple years apart may end up having the same childhood names.

I actually have a list of some names that’d work in one way or another, though not all of them may fit together smoothly. You can likely shift stuff around and add or subtract letters so it rolls off your tongue easier. I mean, technically this is in english, so it’d likely work in the piglin’s spoken language, but hey!

Birth names: Typically some physically defining trait, notable action, or person/idol/role model, given to the piglet shortly after birth. Examples include steve/alex/jean, mud, snow, speckle, leather, squeal, swift, trot, crinkle, crimson, trip/skip, hopper

First names: Typically an object or item, or field of study or important advancement in relation to the piglin’s temperament around 8-12 years of age. Overworld examples are used less frequently, but tend to be given to piglets with exceptional or odd temperaments. Examples include Techno(logy), Flint, Fence, Ash, Ember, Clay, Obsidian (Obi-), Cinder, Gold, Flame, Blaze, Rose, Water, Rust, Cobblestone (Cobble-), Honey

Second names: Typically a thing or descriptor/verb (usually in past tense), given to the piglin after finding something they excel at or become known for. This is usually a word that pertains to multiple aspects of them (as with Techno, ‘blade’ refers to his expertise with bladed items both in battle and cultivation). Examples include Blade, Bairn (born), Char, Forge, Lock, Arrow, Shield, Bloom, Ferrous/Aurous, Brew, Heal, Tame, Craft, Knife, Smith, Saw, Sword, String, Saddle, Spirit, Breath, Grown, Wrought, Torn, Write, Built, Read, Smelt, Bud, Scar

Literally just copy pasted from my notes app so apologies if stuff is repeated or doesn’t make sense! If you guys have piglin name ideas or oc ideas regarding this I will give you a kiss on the forehead, I adore it.

The more I talk about it the more it sounds like how warrior cats name themselves. I know nothing about warrior cats, unfortunately, so I can’t say it holds true, but… I feel like this may be a common thing I worldbuilding. Regardless, I just think it’s neat!

If you are insane about piglins as I am or still relatively sane with a little interest in them, do interact! I’d love to bounce ideas off each other ^^! Also if you got this far I love you and tuck you in all cozy like a snug bug!! Don’t forget to eat and drink today, you deserve it! Okay that’s all for right now! :D

[rainbowangel110]

Asking about your OCS

HI OKAY SO! Still trying to figure out the story and worldbuilding and stuff so I'm just gonna write the TL;DR

This world, we've got Essence. Every living being has it, no matter what. Some creatures can use their Essence and wield it. Basically, think any kind of power or magic from any media, that's basically what it is. Worlds beyond Earth, some just like us with almost no magic, and others who couldn't even survive without it.

But magic doesn't discriminate, which is why the Essence Community was created. A place where Wielders can gather and have, well, a community where they can train their skills, have a place to stay, connect with other users. It's basically artificial planets created around the arm, different planets can support different species of life, the planet we're on is Earth like.

NOW CHARACTERS! I'll try to keep this short otherwise this'll get the same treatment as @hecateisalesbian's ask about my characters (It's still in my drafts :D been so for months... anyways-) here we go!

Our main, Vanessa. A human born with the most powerful type of Essence! Yeah uh remember how I said that magic doesn't discriminate? Yep so uh even populations with no magic can have a little. As a treat. But wait, what's this? *gasp* it's an old foe... FEAR OF THE UNNATURAL!!! Dun dun dunnnnnn!!! So anyways, her parents freak out after finding out that their 5 year old has magic of all things, and they find this one guy who claims he can get rid of it. Sound legit. SIKE! He actually just wants to experiment on this anomaly he found, gives the parents amnestics, takes the kid, wham bam Christmas ham, now you got this wreak of a 8 year old with trust issues and zero knowledge of the real world on the run. Hooray!

Cue Sam Greenstone! A cervitaur (basically a centaur but replace the horse with a deer), who came to Earth cuz hey, even the non Essence-y worlds have magic problems sometimes. She finds Vanessa after the kid causes a massive commotion, detecting strong Essence on her, takes her to the Community planet we're on! She basically takes care of Vanessa as she has imprinted onto Sam like a duckling. She does her best. Character outside of Vanessa's plot, Sam doesn't live at this Community year round, she goes back to her planet for long periods of time, this place is home away from home. She helps train new wielders, and is an aspiring potion maker, and helps with the occasional corruption around the Arm.

We've got some Community friends! Nova, Solace, his little sister Nami, and Kiren. They all live together on this beach side house (as Solace and Nami are merfolk, specifically sharks (they're based off of Dwarf Lantern Sharks)) They're the best of friends who live here full time, and I'm still trying to figure out their plotlines and stories so not much here I'm sorry :(

And now Human friends! At some point, Vanessa gets sent down to a solo mission to clear out this corruption that's appeared on Earth, and is put in the middle of a highschool camping trip thing. (Essence Communities have contacts with non Essence wielders for reasons such as this. Convenient eh?) Here we meet Stacy, Ryder, and "Jae" (that name is a placeholder that's rapidly becoming not a placeholder), kids from this highschool who are grouped up with Vanessa for teambuilding! She learns about the human culture she missed out on through them, and they eventually learn about her powers. Initially weirded out by it, they come to accept it, and even get Essence Boosters (these help non wielders have the ability to use some magic of their own, mainly constructs) I've had a couple of daydreamed storylines for them and I hope that goes somewhere!

[thespiral]

👾 I am ready for Fesno lore

cracking open my spotify that i haven't updated in 500 years let's freaking go

FRESNO: Turbo Lover - Judas Priest

oh boy we're starting off with a strong one. apologies to the audience but Fresno is the horny oc so this is going to delve into sexuality and intimacy and whatnot and it's gonna be really funny because iykyk.

anyway, Fresno's got going on. a lot of things, they're very contradictory and have a lot of conflict between their Freedom vs. usually some imposed limit on them from the outside, whether it be internally (their delves into femininity as a vulnerable, but comfortable and safe state vs masculinity that theoretically should protect them but is constantly crushing them from the inside out) or externally (literally just them vs. the legion) which is kinda funny when you put this kind of unbridled freedom in a place where repression and aggression is key. it draws eyes, opens up feelings, whether it be admiration, jealousy or hatred, but they're wanted, and who doesn't like being wanted. and sometimes Some People have strange reactions to being presented with a new element and not knowing how to express their feelings through it and it just kinda sets off a Chain Reaction. smile

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despite Fresno's big reservations towards love and attachment (thanks Hellmouth) they're a very lonely person. they were the scapegoat of Hell on Wheels when attacking Sac-Town in their frankly suicidal attempt to take it back (lol) and then shipped off to prison where the ideas of like, you can never be too close or vulnerable or they'll eat you alive essentially congealed into their brain. i think love and intimacy are still kind of a forbidden fruit, the heart entombed, even.

there's this thing of like, we'll race forever and ride together that to Fresno it's never been like an option (and. probably will not ever be since there's like a lot of Things revolving about their position in the 80s and if they even want to be an 80s, but for the longest time it really is their only. configuration to say) and it's kind of this cautious turning into confident approach. fury, also, it's not necessarily love, companionship that can be redirected into something bigger and doesn't deal with Them in a way? avoiding introspection and growing feelings but plants have a way to sneak in through the walls

there's this sort of craving of wanting to be Special but not in the way they were. being Wanted and not just like, another step in the endless road of being an 80s in Hell On Wheels as they aren't so much Fresno as they are. placeholder heir, murder when another one comes along. sex is fun for Fresno and very much kind of approaching the intimacy they want with gloves on in a way. if that's how people want them, then shit, why not? it's fun.

also just like. discovery of new feelings, giving this sort of this is what i've been waiting for my entire life and i never knew it. and that may lead to some disaster later but hey. hey. it's fine they'll deal with that later. <- clueless

also i've always liked the idea of them being kind of a threat for Some People in the sense of weird feelings but they don't even like, know. better run for cover.

despite their work together and how honestly they should probably contained together for safety of other people, for Fresno it may prove to be too much and trip that kind of alarm they have in their brain, but usually at this point in their stories they're in too deep. i've always kinda liked the idea that in a world where it isn't that fucked up they would sort of be like brain and brawns with Fresno being the person to dirty their hands and have a vulnerable place in return but hahahahahah good luck. with that

Fresno tries to break it off and leave as they've done many times but uh oh, turns out this bomb hurts everyone involved and may just get into worse trouble bc of it, and like, in a way it's kind of vaguely like have a taste of your own medicine because. they've hurt people like this and abandoned them many times. they're flight, you know. and they can only do it so many times before they're caught in the blast of them dynamiting their own relationships and bonds without a care in the world other than for themself.

their story shifts a lot from there on out but. *gestures* i love my little disaster.

[morfinwen]

For the WIP ask, how about (a:tla) twenty years, The Stars are Different Here, Wait. Us?, and justice and scars, please?

(a:tla) twenty years

This is the one i told you about, with Dai Li brainwashing, OCs based on Austen characters, and focused on Zuko and Katara's oldest daughter Kanna. The placeholder title is due to it taking place twenty years post-canon.

Excerpt:

From how negatively her mother spoke of Ba Sing Se, and how her father never spoke of it at all, Kanna knew they wouldn't have wanted to revisit their old neighborhood even if they had been able to make the trip.

But Kanna did. The colony where her father had been born had been split into two separate cities after the end of the Hundred Years War, and from the sound of it most of what had been Lan Shi had been demolished to make way for new buildings. There was even less of the village where her mother had grown up, as it had been burned to the ground, its people scattered throughout the Earth Kingdom and further beyond. And while her parents talked sometimes about visiting the Fire Nation or the Northern Water Tribe, between their duties to the estate and the demands of raising five kids, it didn't seem likely they would ever do more than talk about it.

She had grown up surrounded by the Earth Kingdom, raised on it as much as any true Earth Kingdom child, but though there were pieces of her that were unquestionably, unchangeably Earth Kingdom, they could never replace the parts of her that weren't. Her hair and complexion were Water Tribe, and her eyes and chin were Fire Nation. She loved the spicy dishes her father made, and looked for her mother's stories in the constellations of the night sky.

The people of the estate -- Colonel Baome and his wife, their children, her mother and sisters, his staff -- had always been kind to her and her family, but she didn't fit. Not like Shara and her brothers and cousins did. Kanna loved the estate, she really did, but she wanted to know what it felt like to belong somewhere. She didn't think she'd find it in Ba Sing Se, not even if her parents had lived there for years instead of weeks, but who knew.

The Stars are Different Here

This is a branch of the Allwinter 'verse. To steal my earlier description of it, it’s about a boy who, recently resurrected after having been dead for four years, finds himself in a city that has been anomalously cut off from the rest of the world. He embarks on a road trip with some people from that city to reunite with his dad, who lives in a different city that has also been anomalously cut off from the rest of the world, just in an alternate universe, and approximately 30 years in the future.

Excerpt:

“Maybe not. Maybe we’re needed for something else. Maybe we won’t know till we get there,” Greg says, and takes a sip from his glass. She ‘hmms’ in acknowledgement. He looks up at her, eyes sparkling with the genuine, boyish excitement that never fails to charm her. “It’ll be an adventure!”

Sara smiles wryly. “Like everything else since the Storm.” Like the insects, she thinks, and the heat flares and the ghosts. The eclipses and the floods they cause. The storms in summer that rain strange, often dangerous materials. The way that nothing is truly predictable anymore, making every day a series of educated guesses (at best) on how to stay alive. 

“Like everything else,” Greg agrees. There’s something blue to his words, and she knows he means Warrick coming back. The colors she’s still getting used to that give warning, or a gentle nudge in the right direction, or a reminder. The voices he hears from a future that’s become more reassuring than it is alarming. The building where the dead come back. 

He finds the blue in everything; finds it, even where there’s barely a hint of it, and shows it to her.

Wait. Us?

This is easily the oldest story on the list, seeing as it's been six and a half years since i worked on it! It takes place after Knights of the Old Republic II: canonically, the Jedi Exile takes off into unknown space, leaving the various people she trained as Jedi behind to rebuild the Jedi Order. They're a motley bunch including a Mandalorian bounty hunter, an ex Sith assassin/torturer, a scholar raised in the Jedi Order but left untrained due to a lack of masters, a sheltered Echani warrior who basically left a cult made up mostly of her own family members, an engineer profoundly affected by the recent war (most pointedly, barely contained contempt for the Mandalorians, and PTSD and guilt over his role in ending the war), and the sole survivor of a planetary massacre who until recently had a Force bond with a Sith who was basically a walking black hole. The mental image of these different people, some of whom can barely stand each other, trying to rebuild the Jedi Order of all things is ... a colorful one, to say the least.

Excerpt:

"Confusing you isn't hard, Rand. I'm not here to stop you, but to give your brain a chance to catch up to your ego, or whatever it is that got you out here."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

Mira rolled her eyes. "Check your belt."

"Wha - ? Oh, come on, Mira - "

Quicker than thought, she stepped forward and detached the silver cylinder affixed to his belt, hidden under his vest and held it up in one hand. "Well, look what we have here."

"Congratulations. You found my lightsaber. Jedi points for you."

She waved it at him. "If you're really so committed to leaving all this behind, what are you still doing with this?"

Atton had a perfectly logical, totally explanatory reason for doing so. He just couldn't think of it at the moment.

justice and scars

Another A:TLA story. While i believe there's a lot of symbolic and narrative significance to Zuko's scar never being healed, considering both the likely long-term effects of it (vision problems, hearing problems, constant pain, etc.) and the traumatic way he got it, i also like stories where it gets healed, undone, or averted. In this story, while at the Western Air Temple, Zuko ends up making a small offering at a shrine of a spirit. Said spirit, having been neglected for a hundred years or so, takes a liking to Zuko on this basis and decides to do something nice for him. That something is ... well, see the excerpt. :-)

Excerpt:

Like an old sour scent, the memory of his son confronting him -- him -- came back to him, sharpening Ozai’s frown. All the satisfaction of shooting lightning at him had been lost when the boy somehow redirected it, blasting it back in Ozai’s face. If he hadn’t been such a weakling, Zuko would have killed him. 

It was incredible, really, how many ways the boy could find to disappoint him. 

Suddenly he was aware of a presence to his left side, sharp and sizzling. For a split second, he could almost see it on the edge of his vision, something powerfully present and yet not fully there, either. But it was only for a split second, because in the next moment there was something on his face -- 

Fire.

Ozai screamed as his face was lit aflame. He screamed as the fire burned through his skin into the nerves and down every inch of him. He screamed as the heat consumed everything before it. He screamed as the smell of burning flesh overwhelmed him. He screamed until all he could hear was the sound of his own voice.

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Thanks for asking!

[vacantgodling]

OC ask for you!! Who is your favorite OC and why? Also, are there any OCs that you feel you (intentionally or unintentionally) based on yourself in any way?

hi! thank you so much for the ask :) SORRY it’s a wee bit long haha,,,

i actually have a lot of different wips that i mentally rotate through, so, in no particular order here’s a list of some of my favorite ocs, why & what wips they come from:

hyacinthus shrapnel — paramour

there’s a lot of reasons why i love hya and tbh i could be here all day ranting about him however i will shorten it to simply he ticks all of my boxes for a blorbo lol. i love his shitty attitude and his inability to talk about his feelings and how unapologetic he is. he’s just chefs kiss perfect shite dude.

amon — paramour

coming as no surprise here, hya’s counterpart. amon also ticks blorbo boxes but also i love how he and hya balance each other out so well. and i also really enjoy how he’s more than meets the eye; he’s a very multifaceted dude and i like how he is so acutely aware of how other people perceive him and uses it to his advantage. also, i love that even tho he seems more polite and put together he is constantly brimming with rage :)

clear brightendale — the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

haven’t actually talked about this wip much on this new iteration of my blog however for the uninitiated tcol is my giant ass fantasy from the ground up wip. i’m talking magic, mythology, etc etc. i’ve had this wip for quite some time. clear is one of the mcs of the main story and tbh i’m just. obsessed with him not even joking that’s my beloved boy. similarly to amon i enjoy how multifaceted he is. how he’s both a ruthless killing machine but an anxiety ridden sweetheart at the same time. i love how hard he tries even tho it’s not an easy path like he’s so hard working and he fights for what he wants and that’s just a rare thing tbh. he literally goes against his entire upbringing because he WANTS to do good and i love that for him.

lath — tcol historical

INSANE about lath actually. i say “historical” because technically a lot of his story takes place hundreds of years before the events of actual tcol but he does show up in the main story bc he’s a guardian tm :) i can’t properly express how much i love this dude. again, super blorbo material. i love how he’s fierce and unyielding and just kinda a weird guardian angel bird dude that will fight anybody. his relationship with his best friend/sword ensio also means an INSANE amount to me and tbh it’s a wonder i don’t froth at the mouth about it on a daily basis. honestly talking about tcol has brought it back into my headspace so xD that’s kind of how wips work for me.

darren de leon — vampires don’t take road trips

our mc! favorite boy! i love darren bc he’s just such a mood tbh. tired, no aspirations, just coasting through life. main goals is to be around people he loves and chill. i also admire his emotional maturity and how fiercely he loves his family and friends :’)

nyseah nicoletti — NAD (*placeholder title*)

my favorite she her 🥲 her tired not here for the bullshit vibes are immaculate but i love how she’s also so so caring and loving despite the bs she has and is currently going through. true mom friend energy. she’s also a badass and i love her resilience :)

i do have a lot more favorites than these but these ones especially tend to be at the top of my brain!

as to characters i’ve made like myself i have a few? generally speaking i would say that all my characters contain some pieces of me and the things i feel or value or do. but ones that are deadass like me in some way would be:

jake & calvin (purple haze) but this is 100% on purpose. purple haze in general is a wip that’s whole purpose is to help me work through the bs of first being a young adult and the specific circumstances i dealt with at that time. so not only are they like me they share similarities to my situation too. it’s only fair since they’re my oldest ocs :)

darren de leon (vdtrt) but mostly unintentional lol. i’m just pretty laid back and lowkey aspirationless like he is.

jenna magboo (the liminal space series) is somewhat purposeful but in a… different way? i’m autistic & was raised a girl so tbh jenna has a lot of mannerisms and likeness to myself when i was younger. jenna isn’t the same age as younger me or anything, but it’s almost like an alternate reality “if i kept going down this particular path i’d probably be like her”. so, as such bc she’s based off of me (but younger but older?) she and i have some similarities but we’re definitely very different.

[weaselthing]

hi

[lollythelazyperson]

mk so ya’ll, I’ve been thinkin bout a new undertale au(I already have one but this is sorta a prequel to it/a possible prequel to undertale- both my main ut au and ut are pretty similar so it could be interpreted as a prequel to both/either one)(also yeah I have that lackadaisy au that im still figurin out but shh, I’ve already started to make some of the lackadaisy cards for some of the ocs so its not gonna disappear from my mind or anythin like that, this au is just a new ide- ….im rambling on lmao)

:ahem: so, basically, it follows the journey of the integrity soul- who ironically i made be an au version of mia “mimi” magne-esemais(i changed her and miele’s last name to have “magne” in it, it sounded cool when i heard of that last name the first time so i decided to use it)- aka a 12 y/o girl named mia, who has interests in stuff like ballet, for example. somehow she managed to accidentally trip on a vine and fall down into the underground, causing her to have to find a way back home. she meets flowey while trying to figure out the first puzzle in the ruins, and befriends him- (and after a few puzzles and a tutorial or sum)eventually reaching the ruined city(yknow, the big city in front of the balcony where you find the toy knife? the name is a placeholder since I haven’t really thought bout it much yet but it sounds pretty good to me tbh) to find a way out of the ruins, considering the only other way would be through toriel’s house. i forget if anybody actually lives in that city or not, or even if there’d even be a way to snowdin from there, but this au probs takes place in the 80s or 90s, considering UT and my UT AU take place sometime in the 2010s- hence meaning that things could’ve changed after mia died. but anyways.. she’d probably be able to gain the ability to save either once you get there, or after meeting flowey. either one works.

after reaching the ruined city, there’d be a some shops, npcs, and all of that jazz- but the whole “acting buying items” thing wouldn’t really be accessible until after they leave the ruins, considering mia would have no money(or not much money, depending on if monsters will attack her before she reaches the city or not, since that depends on when she gets to save). besides, she has more important things to do! …..like getting chased by some royal guards(despite having a.. “disguise”.. which is just the hood of mia’s hoodie), befriending a few monsters maybe, and meeting toriel right as she and flowey are about to leave the ruins. said goat mom takes her(for some reason, flowey hides himself from her.. hm) back to her home before she manages to get herself into any more trouble, and mia doesn’t exactly mind staying with toriel for a second.. but after a day or so flowey convinces her to sneak off to get back on track- so they both leave the ruins in the dead of the night by usin the downstairs exit to snowdin. (though there could possibly be a boss fight in ruins? maybe one of the guards or sum, dunno yet. if anybody has ideas, im open to em.)

i haven’t really figured anythin out past that point yet, but i had an idea for the (old- like.. before undyne. well probs before the person that was before undyne but you get the point) captain of the royal guard, who eventually mia tries to plead with to go home- but obviously that doesn’t happen, considering that mia starts to get chased round by the captain(I don’t have a name for her yet, but what I do know is that she could possibly be related to two of my ut ocs who are also in my ut au. like.. maybe a great-aunt or sum, and since those two ocs are arctic-fox-based monsters, that’s what the captain would be) all the way to waterfall, and eventually they get into a boss fight. the captain manages to die, however. not through mia, but moreso through an accident that happened during the fight. if you’re curious on how the captain would be like, kinda think of adam from hazbin hotel, but like… more smarter, not sexist or stuff like that, and nicer(or at least way more polite). the reason why the captain knew of mia’s existence was the events that happened in the ruins, and her sighting in snowdin.

anyways- eventually mia could possibly meet gaster(or at least whoever the royal scientist before alphys was), maybe??? dunno, but ik eventually she would die during the fight with asgore ofc. she also has a bit of a design change while in waterfall and hotland; in waterfall she takes off her tutu and ballet shoes to run better(she has an extra pair of shoes tho dw), and in hotland she wraps her hoodie around her waist(her shirt is really just one of those ballet leotard thingys lol- she also wears ballet tights, but they’re sorta more like leggings/more durable n stuff), considering it’d be pretty hot with it on(but she probably puts it back on after reaching the core or new home- and speaking of new home, she probably gets to explore the city, too). whenever she has her hoodie on, she puts her hair down, too- but its not too relevant so :shrug:

do ya’ll like this au so far, tho? i think it might be pretty interesting, and could possibly get its own fan-game one day, if i can manage to get people to help me(but first, I’ll probably write bout this and/or draw a comic, which both are things I’d do for my other ut au).

btw, if ya’ll have suggestions for any sort of ideas(like name ideas for the captain, or things that could happen, for example), I’d be glad to hear em 👍

(also, adding onto that- im unsure of what the au should be called. for now it’s “UnderTale Blue”, but I’m also thinking of “UnderSoul Blue” for my UT AU, “UnderBlue”, “BlueTale”, and “BlueSoul”. but maybe it(and possibly the game itself) could also be sum ballet-related?? dunno- but if you guys could help me with that, I’d appreciate it :D)

(EDIT; the fallen-children order thingy(well, the order of the 6 children) is currently this(note; each of the 6 human souls died in at least a week or two(maybe longer if they were lucky) after they fell, most likely);

Perseverance fell first, in the early-to-mid 1920s.

Bravery fell a few years later(still in the 1920s, just late 20s).

Then, Patience falls in the 1940s or 50s.

Kindness falls in the 60s(maybe 70s?).

Mia/Integrity falls sometime in the 80s or 90s. I was thinking possibly 98, so that she’d be born in 86(i could also make the year of Mia’s fall 95 or 99… to reference obvious things lmao)… just because i like the number lol.

Justice falls last, about a year later(as a reference to UnderTale Yellow, since Integrity fell right before Justice).

i think that this is a pretty good order, but what do ya’ll think?)

[chaosintheavenue]

Let's queue up a little bit of Tibbsposting for his third IRL birthday!

(That sounds really odd written out, but it's true lol- after existing as a placeholder Prisoner for a couple of years, he randomly came forward and introduced himself to me on July 18th 2020!)

So, first up, a quick introduction. Tibbs (not his real name) is my Van Buren Prisoner OC. His deal in a nutshell is that he's just Some Guy who always finds himself in the right place at the right time but on the wrong side of fortune, tries to help people but ends up accidentally making the situation 115 times worse, trips over his own feet daily... yeah, on the whole he doesn't get a very easy time of his questing life. But what he does get is a metric ton of companions to help out! He eventually manages to amass his own wandering settlement, made up of...

Most of the canon planned companions. He doesn't have Arcade, Christina Royce, the Hanged Man or Kurisu, but other than that, anyone and everyone is here

Almost all of the other prisoners that would have had to be collected throughout the game also travel around with him. This is probably because the alternative he offers them is to be re-imprisoned in properly secured cells until a cure is found. The one exception who wasn't given the option of travelling with the group (thanks to intentionally trying to evade Tibbs even after knowing the Situation, and happily lying to his face multiple times) is Daniel

All of the Boulder scientists and truckers

Akeisha Moon, whose intended role in the game kind of confuses me lol. She's not one of the original prisoners in my canon, but does end up in Tibbets briefly during the plot

A few additional OC robots

Within this massive group, there are several smaller subgroups at different points in time. For most of the storyline, the camp is divided in two by whether they're Plague carriers or not. And then within that there are a few other groups that form:

Aside from Xian, the Boulder scientists keep to their little science-mobile and don't really associate with anyone else. They do have a different Plague strain, though, so fair enough if that's their rationale

The prisoners are a looser group, but they do also tend to stick together more often than not

The first four members of the group (Tibbs himself, Battery, Alexandra and Xian) are pretty close-knit. Once Measles arrives on the scene, he tries to become Battery's 'cool new best buddy' and have the two of them together 24/7, and so Battery slowly finds himself somewhat prised away and isolated from his previous associations

The trucker family from the Boulder Dome don't exactly keep to themselves, but of course they see themselves as a unit

So, in summary, their group camp is crowded and just Chaotic. There's more than one pair of people who legitimately want to kill each other living side by side, and somehow it all works out (well, for the most part).

[umbrellainkart]

Figuring some stuff out

[gemlighter]

That awky dawky moment when y2k really IS the end of the world