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ARCHIVIST’S RECORDS: FAFNIR [HSR], 001

cw. suggestive at the end

NOTE: This record involves @spirit-lanterns’s amazing HSR Casino AU that I highly recommend checking out because 1) it’s amazing and 2) for additional context.

“You’re tense.”

At the sound of that low, dulcet voice, the Boss only sighs. She could recognise that insufferable tone anywhere. She takes a drag from her pipe and slowly exhales, not bothering to turn around and keeping her eyes fixed on the pit. Her bunnies flit about, doing everything from entertaining the gamblers to mixing drinks.

Her Golden Bunny is, of course, nowhere to be seen.

“What do you want, Fafnir?”

The dragoness laughs, a rumble deep in her throat. The Boss hears her tail swish over the carpeted floor as Fafnir moves to stand next to her. The other woman’s hands are clasped behind her back, her posture ramrod straight, yet at the same time exuding a calm, nonchalant air.

“Must I want something to speak to you?”

“You wouldn’t save a drowning person unless you got paid.”

Fafnir hums at that. “You and a stranger are vastly different in value, my dear.”

“Of course,” the Boss says dryly. “Should I consider myself lucky, then?”

“Visit Gniteheath and find out,” Fafnir offers in return, a grin more teeth than anything pulling at her lips. “Who knows, you might be the one to break the bank.”

The Boss snorts at that. “You forget that I own a casino as well. I don’t harbor such delusions even for my own establishment—much less yours.”

Fafnir’s grin widens, sharp and dangerous. “Accusing me of rigging my machines? My, my, something really has gotten under your skin.”

She shrugs, not deigning the dragoness’s prodding with an answer, but the woman presses on. Gloved fingers tap rhythmically on the railing they both lean on. She can feel Fafnir’s golden eyes boring into the side of her head, as if trying to discern what was running through her mind.

Then, she snaps her fingers, tail swishing eagerly. “Oh, I know. Your little bunny left you high and dry, didn’t she?”

The Boss has an excellent poker face, but if Fafnir is anything, she is experienced. The dragoness has centuries over everyone in this casino, and with those years comes a notoriously sharp eye. Fafnir laughs like a hissing snake, moving to lean with her back against the railing, so that she can meet the Boss’s eyes. And so she notices when they narrow almost imperceptibly, which only fuels her glee.

“Oh, how tragic,” the dragoness coos, although it is more of a sneer. “Which one was it today? The little runt, or the demoness?”

It was Firefly, but the Boss wasn’t about to admit that. Instead she takes another drag from her pipe, and exhales the smoke right in Fafnir’s face. The other woman allows it to pass right over her, not flinching at all.

“If that was your attempt at a smokescreen, consider me disappointed,” she drawls.

“It wasn’t,” the Boss says coolly. “But it did shut that mouth of yours for a few, blissful seconds.”

The dragoness faux pouts, placing a hand on her chest as if she’s hurt. “You wound me, my dear.”

“You can take it. And if you can’t, you’ll just come back again in a few years.”

“Ah, the joys of reincarnation,” Fafnir snickers. For the next few moments, they stand in silence together. Fafnir looks over her shoulder at the pit, and the Boss takes the oppurtunity to study the other woman.

If she had to choose a single word to describe the dragoness, it would be domineering. Ridiculously tall, with broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist and a deceptively defined body beneath that form-fitting tailored suit of hers, it is evident that Fafnir draws attention in any room she walks in. Paired with that charming smile and warm, deep voice, it is no wonder that Gnitaheath has gained the reputation it has.

The Boss takes another drag of her pipe, but to her dismay, no smoke fills her lungs. It seems that in the time she’d spent idling, the embers in the bowl had died out. With a sigh, she fishes in her sleeve for a lighter—only to realise she left in in her office.

Perhaps noting her chagrin, Fafnir looks to her and quirks a brow. “Need a light?”

“I didn’t consider you the type to carry one with you,” the Boss replies, cocking her head. Fafnir rolls her eyes, and steps closer.

“I do not,” she confirms, but leans in nonetheless and cups her hand over the bowl of the pipe. Up close like this, the Boss can see every fine detail of the dragoness’s face—from the small smattering of freckle-like scales along the ridge of her cheekbones, to the way her dark hair falls almost perfectly to frame her eyes, the corners ever so slightly lined with crow’s feet. Eyes like pools of molten gold, speckled with lighter flecks.

Close up like this, the Boss might even consider the dragoness handsome.

Then, Fafnir breathes out, the column of her throat glowing like hot coals. Warm breath cascades over the bowl, warm enough that the fine tobacco ignites once more. With her job done, Fafnir pulls back, and the Boss takes a drag, letting the smoke filling her lungs distract from the scent of Fafnir’s cologne lingering in the space between them.

She blows out the smoke, again, but this time it is a smokescreen—if only to hide the dusting pink across her cheeks.

“Better?” the dragoness drawls, letting the smoke pass as she did before. The Boss only hums approvingly.

“When do you leave?” the Boss asks, her tone casual, non-comittal. Fafnir blinks, momentarily surprised by the question, and her tail flicks against the carpet, almost petulantly.

“So quick to be rid of me?”

The Boss pushes herself off the railing and shakes her head. “I have a vintage in my office. If you are staying, it may be good for, hm... relaxing.”

“Oh?” Fafnir says, a sly grin creeping onto her features as she picks up on the implication immediately. “Is that an invitation?”

“What will you do if it is?”

Fafnir’s eyes go half-lidded, and a large, gloved hand finds purchase on the Boss’s hip. “Why, I’d graciously accept, of course.”

Later, if any of the bunnies pass by the Boss’s office and hear rattling furniture accompanied by low grunts and groans, they do not say anything.

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O H ?

how do you think the boss reacts to being bitten?

..,no reason.

- 🪶

She moans. Quite loudly too :)

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i keep a bunch of stuff in a personal discord server because cloud services can eat my entire ass and also discord’s organisation system speaks to me on a personal level but i was going through my oc channels and found a bunch of miscellaneous quotes i’ve attributed to all my mind children. no one asked but here’s the highlight reel:

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ARCHIVE ENTRY #4: AMATORY

"An Aeon that presides over the Path of Adoration. Known by THEIR devotees as the Pandemos, or 'one who is common to all people', they are the personification of 'love', having ascended an unfathomable amount of time ago after realizing the 'truth' of life." - Loading Screen: Amatory

◆ Name: Amatory ◆ Title: Aeon of Adoration, The Lover ◆ Path: The Adoration

Amatory is a fanmade Aeon in Honkai: Star Rail, representing the Path of Adoration. THEY are known to be among the kinder Aeons, and by virtue of the broadness of THEIR path, often has a hand in the dealings of mortals. It is rumored that THEY even walk amongst mortals at times, and was once a key figure on the Astral Express until Akivili's untimely disappearance.

◆ Appearance Amatory often appears in the form of a feminine human, with iridescent skin and long, pink hair. THEY are dressed in a loose, white robes resembling an ancient Greek chiton, the hem lined blue with doves embroidered in gold thread. THEY wear a crown of gold laurels as well as various pieces of golden jewellery, including earrings and a necklace. THEY sit upon a seashell throne, and in THEIR lap is THEIR familiar, Peristera, the drake-dove.

◆ History -> Ascension An unknowable amount of time ago, a (suspected) human on the planet of Agora ascended to Aeonhood and became the Aeon of Adoration, after realizing the 'truth' of life.

-> Swarm Disaster The range of Amatory's influence is unknown during the Swarm Disaster, though it is noted that Peristera the drake-dove fiercely and successfully defended Agora from attacks from the Swarm. It is assumed THEY watched, alongside Xipe and Aha, as Qlipoth stripped Tayzzyronth's power and sealed the other Aeon.

-> Present Amatory is noted to be active in the current time, hiding their divine form to walk amongst mortals. This information has been confirmed by the Aspects of Adoration, as the Sanctuary of Kitheryia remains empty.

◆ Followers & Factions -> Agora, Planet of Doves Agora is the birth planet of Amatory, and the foremost seat of THEIR following. The planet is known for its romantic, dreamy atmosphere, with permanently pink-hued skies thanks to a specific concentration of minerals in the atmosphere and the angle of Agora to its sun. Agora is also known for it's stunning beaches, which are also popular pilgrim destinations due to the belief that Amatory gained THEIR enlightenment whilst standing on the shore of one of Agora's beaches, part of THEIR body submerged in the sea-foam. Agora is blessed with mild weather across the planet, thanks to the direct influence of its Aeon.

Temples to Amatory are scattered across the planet, tended to by Devotees. The largest temple complex, the Amatopolis, is also the name of the planet's capital city. Amatopolis is the residence of the Aspects, and the location of other universally famous sites, such as the Museum of Peristera, The Sanctuary of Kitheryia and the Akropoils to Akivili.

-> Devotees of Adoration The Devotees of Adoration are the primary followers of Amatory, and are found in the largest numbers on Agora, although they are also well distributed across the universe. The Devotees can choose to be active participants upon the Path, tending to Amatory's shrines and temples, or they can choose to be passive participants simply by loving and being loved. To Amatory, loving is quite the same as worshiping.

-> Aspects of Adoration The Aspects of Adoration are Amatory's six chosen Emanators. They are chosen by the Aeon as role models, in a sense, to each specific branch of 'love'. Hence, the six Aspects are Agape, Eros, Philia, Storge, Philautia, and Xenia. Each Aspect has their own hall within the Amatopolis, branching off from the temple's main hall which leads to the Sanctuary of Kitheryia. The Aspects are functionally Amatory's high priests and priestesses, and offer advice on behalf of the Aeon to pilgrims and devotees who visit the temple.

-> The Dove Poets Society Contrary to its name, the Dove Poets Society does not solely consist of poets. Instead, the Society is open to all manner of creatives, including artists, writers, sculptors and many others. Joining the Society is not too dissimilar to joining the Genius Society; to do so, one must draw the gaze of Amatory THEMSELF. Creatives who use love or themes of love as their muse are blessed with a dove-feather pin, and are later cordially invited to Agora by administrative devotees. They are then given free lifelong board and housing, subsidized by the Devotees, and are allowed to pursue their art without worry.

As a result of this, many famous and popular works have been produced by the Society. They can all be found within the Museum of Peristera, making the museum a must-visit for those interested in the arts.

-> Peristera, the Drake-Dove Said to be the beloved companion of Amatory, Peristera is a legendary, almost divine beast blessed by the Aeon THEMSELF, and tasked with eternally protecting Agora. The drake-dove resides within the Sanctuary of Kytheryia, ever-slumbering until danger rouses it, or its master returns from THEIR journeys. Several proposals were made by the Intelligentsia Guild to access the Sanctuary and collect biological samples from Peristera; all these proposals were promptly rejected by the Aspects, citing the sanctity of the Sanctuary as Amatory's home, not to be entered by mortal bodies unless invited by the Aeon THEMSELF.

Although Peristera's awakenings usually herald danger, it is often followed by a frenzied scramble by Devotees eager to get their hands on some of the drake-dove's fallen feathers. Much like Qlipoth's Divine Amber, Peristera's feathers are sacred items to the Devotees and followers of Amatory. However, these feathers fade over time, and as a result are often cast in gold and made into jewellery such as bracelets, anklets, armbands, crowns or earrings to preserve them. They are said to bring love to the life of the wearer, hence their popularity.

Developer Notes:

I'm worldbuilding out here like I'm a part of the HSR Writing Team LMAO this OC isn't even playable but I feel like I've fleshed them out the most out of all my OCs lsdfhjsdlfjsdjlf. But frankly I'm surprised and Aeon of something like love doesn't exist, given how (not to get too into philosophy) central it is to humanity or arguably consciousness in general.

Obviously, Amatory is heavily inspired by Aphrodite, as referenced by both their sacred animals being the dove, and their ascension occurring while they were submerged in sea-foam, similar to how Aphrodite is said to have been born from sea-foam, in certain mythological accounts. And the whole love thing. -> You could argue that the Paths of Harmony and Adoration could collide, and honestly, I too can see it happening. Though I would counter and say 'love' is less clear-cut lawful than Harmony; if we're sticking by the Ancient Greek themes, we look no further than the story of Troy, or the response of Demeter to Persephone's abduction. This could turn into a whole back and forth, but truthfully, I'm just here to fuck around and play with HSR's worldbuilding so I'm not going to get into too much discourse about it LMAO. These are MY delusions and I call the shots 😌😌😌

Agora as a planet and culture is heavily based on Ancient Greece. I felt inspired after running around in AC: Odyssey's discovery mode. Say what you will about the game, but as an open-world exploration enjoyer it is SUCH a treat.

Peristera is named after the eponymous nymph who was transformed into a dove by Aphrodite and made her sacred animal. Although Amatory's Peristera is also a dragon, because I'm a sucker for dragons. Appearance wise, it looks a lot like Cinderella from Burn the Witch [image below].

Making a neka for Amatory was hard as fuck, mainly because they end up looking too human and normal and not as godly as I'd like, but I guess they can get a pass because Nanook looks pretty normal too.

Neka of Amatory, as close as to what I can envision in my brain:

neka link: https://www.neka.cc/composer/11939

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fellas……. i might be cooking with this ptn oc idea……..

a very powerful AI developed by the FAC, whose purpose is to assist FAC soldiers on their missions into the DisSea or against black rings or whatever by hanging out in their helmets and giving real-time combat analyses to the soldiers (think JARVIS from iron man). well what if on one mission into the DisSea, the mania contamination was way too high and all the soldiers died while the AI was still trying to figure out the best strategy to keep them all alive. this, coupled with the excess mania messing with the circuitry (or something, idk shit about computer science lmfao) pushes the AI over the edge and it develops true sentience.

now a freshly born ‘person’ the AI escapes from the FAC, leaving the organisation’s cyberspace in absolute shambles. it wants to understand humans, needs to understand them—so it infects nearly every device it can in DisCity in search of that understanding, that essence of humanity. this is, of course, a very big problem so paradeisos themselves dispatch the chief of mbcc to deal with the problem because what else could cause this beyond a sinner?

cue a wild goose chase between the AI and chief, who is eventually coralled into the mbcc by the power of chief’s talk-no-jutsu or something, i haven’t thought that far ahead. maybe with summer’s help the mbcc develops a robotic body for the AI. in any case, the mbcc is now completely impervious to cyberattacks, and chief (but especially nightingale) have a new, hyper-effective assistant that increases the bureau’s productivity by a margin of 100%.

the AI’s ‘sinner ability’ would probably be something like infinite void for all the jjk watchers—enemies would look into the AI’s screen/face and just get overloaded with information it contains, like psychic damage kinda thing. but tbh idk abt that yet, might change it, but this was fun to think about im ngl

also this oc totally wrecks eirene’s shit in 4d chess with multiverse time travel and it infuriates her to no end

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ARCHIVE ENTRY #1: FAFNIR [HSR]

"That casino owner? She's nothing but trouble. If you ever think you're winning with her, think again—because the house always wins." - Ten Stonehearts, Topaz

◆ Name: Fafnir ◆ Title: Avaricious Embracer ◆ Owner of the Gnitaheath Casino ◆ Path: Nihility ◆ Type: Fire ◆ Rarity: 5*

Fafnir is a fanmade character in Honkai: Star Rail. The owner of one of the most famous casinos in the universe, she attracts both adoration and detestation. A Scion of Long, Fafnir has lived many long, long lives, and yet through them all, one thing remains constant: the gleam and glitter of gold is always her singular calling.

◆ Appearance Fafnir is a tall woman with short, black hair and yellow-gold eyes. There are streaks of yellow in her hair, located near the base of her horns which are gold in color, resembling a ram's horns. She also has a long, serpentine tail covered in black scales and adorned with more golden accessories.

Fafnir wears a neatly pressed, tailored black suit jacket with delicate gold embroidery on the cuffs that resemble scales, accompanied with black slacks with a similar design along their length. Below this, she wears a dark grey dress shirt, paired with a light-colored tie embroidered with gold thread. She also sports round, yellow-tinted glasses with a gold frame, and wears black, semi-palm gloves with the same golden embroidery.

◆ Combat Mechanics

Basic Attack: Buy-In

"Place your bets, please." Deal's Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK to an enemy.

Skill: All or Nothing

"C'mon, why don't you put some skin in the game?" Deals Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK to a single enemy and inflicts a Gnitaheath Marker.

Ultimate: The House Always Wins

"Looks like it's time for a payout... mine, of course." Removes 1 buffs from all enemies and deals Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK, and simultaneously consumes all Gnitaheath Markers on enemies, dealing an additional Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK. Detonation also triggers the effect of Gnitaheath Marker, but restores HP to all allies instead of only the ally at lowest HP.

Talent: Risk Premium

At each turn of an enemy who is affected by Gnitaheath Marker, the enemy takes DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK. The DMG taken by the enemy is then converted into an equivalent amount HP, and is immediately transferred to an ally with the lowest HP. Gnitaheath Marker lasts for 2 turns. Gnitaheath Marker is considered a debuff. At E1: Gnitaheath Marker is consider Fire DoT.

Technique: House Edge

"Time for a blood game?" When entering battle, there is a 120% base chance of the enemy with the highest HP to be inflicted with Gnitaheath Marker.

◆ Voicelines

About Topaz...

"Little Miss Topaz, my favorite IPC agent! Her assignments bring her to my doorstep more often than not, and it is always refreshing to see her. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to convince her to step into the pit yet, unlike that colleague of hers. Hm, no matter. I quite enjoy our conversations away from the pit as well."

About Aventurine...

"Detestably card sharp, he is. He'd never take a gamble he wouldn't win—so I suppose we are two birds of a feather, in that regard."

Added to a team with Dan Heng - Imbibitor Lunae...

"My, my, a Vidyadhara? And a High Elder, no less... this will be interesting indeed."

Hobbies...

"Sometimes, when I feel particularly bored, I like to stroll across the catwalks above the pits. There's something particularly, hm, gratifying, about watching the going-ons of the pit. Someone may be winning, and someone may be losing, but in the end... well, the true winner has been decided long before they bought in."

Chat - Heritage...

"You wish to know about my heritage as a Scion of Long? I'm afraid there isn't much to tell. Many eras ago, my first incarnation was a follower of the Permanent Lord, and was bestowed the ability shared by all Scions. Hm? Others like me? ...I must disappoint you again, for they are no longer here."

Chat - True Form

"My true form? Heh... such a bold request. How about we play a game of blackjack, and if you win, I'll indulge you."

Developer Notes:

Fafnir is inspired by the dragon (or worm) of the same name in Germanic legend and folklore.

Fafnir's title, Avaricious Embracer, is a nod to the translation of Fafnir's name from Old Norse as 'the Embracer'.

Fafnir's color scheme is generally black/gold/yellow. The yellow-gold color of her eyes and the hints of yellow in her appearance are intended to convey her primary character trait of greed, since yellow is the representative color of greed.

Gnitaheath is the name of Fafnir's lair in the legends.

Fafnir is a Scion of Long, but not a Vidyadhara. I may expand on the lore of her 'lineage' through her stories at a later date.

Fafnir's Talent, 'Gnitaheath Marker', is named after casino markers; interest free, short-term lines of credit given to players by the casinos to encourage playing, although they are also expected to be promptly paid back.

Fafnir's true form is about the size of adult Drogon, from Game of Thrones.

Fafnir's kit is designed to be somewhat reminiscent of her character: someone who gives nothing, and only takes. I tried to give her kind of a life-steal mechanic similar to the one in PTN, though I'm not too sure how well it worked out, LOL.

I can't think of a character similar enough to how I envision Fafnir to add as a reference, and I can't draw for shit so my saving grace is once again Picrew. This isn't 1:1 how Fafnir looks like, as I picture her as having a skin tone more similar to Kaeya's (and my own), but alas, my Picrew options were limited. Nonetheless, this is the closest I can get as of now, so enjoy (?) one smug, bastard scrooge woman:

picrew link: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/6324

UPDATE: my absolutely amazing showstopping talented mutual @e-hibiscus drew fafnir and it is truly THE MOST amazing thing i’ve ever seen and is 1:1 exactly how i picture fafnir in my mind, they’re a super amazing artist and writer and i’m truly honored to be their moot !!

THAT’S HER !! THAT’S THE STINKY BASTARD DRAGON WOMAN !!!

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ARCHIVIST’S RECORDS: FAFNIR [HSR], 002

cw. [NSFT][MDNI], generally mild and suggestive at best but adding the cw just to be safe

this record involves @spirit-lanterns’s incredible casino AU and @e-hibiscus’s bunny oc misha! they’re both amazing creators 100% worth checking out!

“You know, I’ve heard about you,” Fafnir hums, trailing a hand down Misha’s thigh as the bunny perches on her lap. The dragoness's touch is warm, even through the expensive leather of her gloves.

“Yeah?” she responds breathily, placing her hands on the other woman’s waist to steady herself. Fafnir’s abdomen is firm under her hands, and she actively has to tamp down the urge to pop those buttons off right here and now to see what lay beneath.

“Yeah,” Fafnir croons, the hand on her thigh coming to rest at Misha’s hip. Her grip is firm, possessive, keeping her decidedly in place on her lap—and it sends an electric thrill shooting up Misha’s spine. “I heard that you’re an odd little bunny—that you like to watch your patrons lose instead of win.”

A giggle escapes her lips at the (entirely true) accusation. “Ah, well—you got me.”

“Hm,” the dragoness hums, and something shifts in her eyes. They go from glittery gold, the kind befitting jewelry, to molten pools swirling with dangerous, devouring heat. Fafnir leans forward, close enough to whisper right into one of Misha’s ears, sharp teeth grazing the pink fluff.

“So you think I’m going to lose, little rabbit?”

Her heart thunders in her chest, and she swallows. Her veins feel alight with excitement, and her arms wander up to loop around the dragoness’s neck. Fafnir is so close now, and Misha can feel the wisps of heat emanating through that dark, sinfully well-tailored and form-fitting suit of hers.

“Maybe your luck will run out this time,” she challenges, and it pulls a low, hissing laugh from Fafnir while the dragoness's hand cards through her pretty, pink hair.

“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Fafnir muses, pulling back to casually lean in her chair again, as if she wasn’t betting millions on the Blackjack game before her. Those golden eyes were fixed on her and her only—it shouldn’t be as fucking thrilling as it is, but Misha’s blood sings nonetheless.

“Let’s make a bet, little rabbit,” Fafnir offers, her tail curling on the floor, scales shimmering like jewels in the low light. “If and when I win, I get to have you as my reward.”

“Wow, confident. And if you lose?”

The grip on her hip tightens by a fraction, before it relaxes again. Misha has spent long enough in a casino to recognize a tell when she sees one. It seems the dragoness does not take the concept of losing easily. “If I lose, I’ll give you anything you desire that is within my reach.”

“Anything?” she asks, a devious little smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “That’s dangerous, wouldn’t you say?”

"Indeed it is," Fafnir chuckles, a low rumble deep in her throat. When she breathes out, the column of her throat emits a light, orange glow, like the color of magma. The glow pulses in tune with each beat of Fafnir's heart, slow and steady. “But you like playing with fire, don’t you?”

“Guess I do," she shrugs with a smirk that's more teeth than anything, and the adrenaline coursing through her system feels like liquid fucking fire. Who even needs to hit the bottle anymore when she's got this? Fafnir meets her intensity in equal measure, true fangs glinting as her lips peel backwards in something between a sneer and a snarl.

“So do we have a deal, little rabbit?”

The dragoness's gaze is deep, dark and vast—both a warning and an invitation. Something buried in her subconscious screams at her, a bone-deep instinct, a prey response ingrained into the molecules of her being. It tells her to run before she gets devoured.

Too bad she's never been the type to listen.

“Deal.”

It's like the atmosphere shifts, the temperature of the room turning up a notch. The other players at the table squirm nervously in their seats—some tug at their collars, while others unbutton their store-bought suits. Fafnir holds her close as she leans forward, territorial, possessive, a draconic grin nearly splitting her face in two. When she speaks, the words engulf every other player at the table like a pyroclastic flow—scorching and inescapable and damning.

"How about we have some real fun, hm?"

In the end Fafnir wins just as she had promised, and Misha has never taken a patron to the private rooms quicker.

(She'll have to do a lot of explaining for the number of bite marks along her skin on tomorrow's shift, but that's a problem for future Misha. Current Misha is much too preoccupied to care.)

Linking OC sheets here: - Misha, @/e-hibiscus's OC - Fafnir, my OC

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just want to say thank you for writing about jane, sev🙏🏻 I can barely find any good content about her (theres some but, very scarce) and I adore the dynamic between her and your oc, hi🥺

I don't care if it's about her and reader or not, I enjoy what you write, thank you💕

helooo anon thank u sm for this sweet message !! sawyer and jane have just been HAUNTING my brain i love them sm……. i don’t have any huge personal attachment to jane but i just want to see her in Situations with sawyer yk? it’s like me holding two dolls and putting them together and making them kiss. speaking of sawyer !! i will take the opportunity to word vomit about her a little uwu 👉👈

sawyer is a half-thiren. her mom is a full-blooded snake thiren, and her father was a very adventurous human. sawyer was raised mostly by her mom and the maternal side of her family after her dad died under very sketchy circumstances. she joined the same academy as zhu yuan and miyabi a year earlier than them, and is their senior as a result.

sawyer has a bit of a rep for being a little informal or casual. she has a very outwardly unserious disposition and is always goofing off. she’s just silly! she’s also silly in the interrogation room. her style of interrogation is just toying with her suspect until they self-report. jane calls it ‘playing with her food’.

sawyer used to be an active detective in the field, participating in raids and all that, but in her first year on the force she got tangled up in a case way too big for a rookie. she got caught and her left leg was damaged to the point she can no longer walk or run without a cane or crutch. sawyer refused to retire though, and because of her stellar track record she was kept on the force, but keeps mostly out of the line of fire. now she just goes out to investigate crime scenes, and is also an interrogation specialist. jane has a tendency to wrap her tail around sawyer’s bad leg to support it when they’re out together.

i haven’t settled on an appearance for sawyer yet, but here’s what i have for now: [neka utc]

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thinking about jane x sawyer (oc)……. they 100% binge watch cop shows together and make it a point to always figure out the culprit before the characters get to it in the episode. jane is a blacklist enjoyer while sawyer is a very classic law & order enthusiast i feel. do all the shows regardless get sawyer yapping about detective work and deduction and all that? yes. does jane kiss her silly to get her to stfu sometimes? also yes

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ARCHIVE ENTRY #3: ATLAS

“Even if I can’t save everyone, I have to try.” - Atlas, FAC Special Agent

◆ Name: Atlas ◆ Title: Purgatorial Pathstrider ◆ Alignment: [UNKNOWN] ◆ Tendency: Catalyst

Atlas is a fanmade character in Path to Nowhere. A Sinner currently employed by the FAC and known as ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ due to her unique Sinner ability. Her code name within the FAC is VANGUARD.

◆ Info -> Birthday: January 14th -> Height: 179cm -> Damage Type: Physical -> Birthplace: Syndicate

◆ Appearance Atlas is a tall, lean woman with pale hair and eyes. She has an almost sickly complexion, which stems from her Sinner ability. She wears a pair of black ring earrings and a black leather choker. Her appearance is always tidy and neat due to strict FAC regulations. Atlas has many scars, though the majority of them are hidden beneath her clothing and combat suit most of the time.

On missions, Atlas wears a special-issue FAC combat suit made of special plated panels that are both lightweight and highly protective. The suit also comes with an outer jacket layer that is heatproof and provides extra armoring, without adding extra weight. She also wears a respirator mask. At formal events, Atlas can be found sporting the typical FAC officer uniform, although her right side is noticeably decorated with various medals. Off duty, Atlas can typically be found wearing loose t-shirts and sweatpants 24/7, and her hair is notably messier. She also wears thick glasses instead of contact lenses.

◆ Mutation Assessment The subject has the unique ability to nullify Mania and all related events within a 20m range of herself. However, this ability comes at the cost of Atlas's lifespan and health. A unique side-effect of the subject using her ability is that her veins start to glow bright blue, similar to the color of Hypercubes. -> Preliminary testing from Paradeisos laboratories have noted that Hypercubes can be precipitated from the subject's blood. These hypercubes have a 99.9% purity and have a very long half-life compared to regular Hypercubes, although the cost to make a single 15g crystal is about a liter of the subject's blood, hence efforts on mass-producing Hypercubes from the subject have been halted.

According to the subject, her Sinner ability awakened early on in her childhood. A corruptor had awakened in the orphanage the subject once lived in, and in an effort to protect her fellow orphans and the caretakers present, the subject awakened her Sinner ability, immobilizing the corruptor until FAC units arrived on the scene. By then, the subject had gained a streak of white in her formerly dark hair, and her eyes had gotten lighter.

The subject has a remarkably low corruption state, although her general health and well being tends to fluctuate. The subject must take long break periods between missions now to avoid serious health complications.

◆ Criminal Record The subject does not have a criminal record, but was transferred to the MBCC to be temporarily placed under the care of the MBCC Chief due to complications related to her Sinner ability. The subject was initially to be given a staff room, but due to her status as a Sinner, insisted on taking a cell for the sake of 'fairness'.

◆ FAC Service Reports [equivalent to Serving Term] -> Report 001: VANGUARD performed exceptionally well on her first expedition mission, despite her young age. All squad members report high affability and willingness to cooperate from VANGUARD. All squad members survived the expedition, and no injuries were sustained.

-> Report 007: VANGUARD carried out a successful rescue and retrieval mission into BR-001. No casualties or injuries were sustained, and all personnel are currently receiving medical care. VANGUARD does not report adverse effects, although medical staff note that the percentage of white in her hair has increased.

-> Report 016: VANGUARD has been temporarily placed in squad G-47 for further training. Reports from Captain Varna Yano indicate that VANGUARD is acclimatizing well to the squad, and displays positive interactions with one of the squad members, Rahu. VANGUARD will remain with squad G-47 for another term before being transferred.

-> Report 024: It has been 96 system hours since VANGUARD has gone rogue in light of the Eclipse Operation, escaping the FAC facility and heading to DisSea on her own. In these 96 hours VANGUARD has successfully recovered the bodies of over a hundred personnel, although she has only managed to rescue one soldier alive, that being a member of squad G-47. Currently, VANGUARD's location remains unknown and cannot be tracked due to disturbances caused by the DisSea.

-> Report 025: VANGUARD has been recovered by FAC officers and is receiving emergency medical treatment. Exactly how VANGUARD was able to remain conscious for nearly four days remains unknown. Medical staff note that VANGUARD's hair is now 50% white.

◆ Voicelines

Obtain the Sinner...

Atlas, codename VANGUARD, reporting for duty.

Level Start...

Please remain close.

Win Battles...

A warranted victory.

Lose Battles.

Run! I will be right behind you.

Special Conversation 1...

Is it strange, to feel like you can understand me, Chief? Perhaps even selfish? But you know, don't you, the weight of being the only one who can do what you can? ...my apologies, I'm just lost in thought. Please, excuse me.

Developer Notes:

Another PTN babygirl to the roster !! Atlas is so, so soggy and my favorite tragic hero chewtoy. I came up with the idea of her while playing Skyrim (lol) and thinking about the implications of being the Dragonborn, or more generally, the Chosen One. What's it like, to have a destiny that isn't your own? A future already written for you? One that by nature you won't turn away from, yet you know you cannot escape anyway?

Atlas's name is, obviously, from the Greek myth of Atlas, the being who carries the weight of the sky on his shoulders. Which is fitting for this Atlas, because she too carries a heavy weight on her shoulders--that being 'humanity's strongest soldier'. Can you tell I was also thinking of a certain captain?

Still thinking of who to make as Atlas's LI, but I'm honestly leaning towards Rahu a little... she features in Atlas's lore, and I think their dynamic has the possibility to be SO yummy like... how do you love someone who can never be yours? A hero always belongs to the world first, and to their lover second, after all. And the reunion between Rahu and Atlas... Rahu would go a little crazy seeing the difference in Atlas's appearance, knowing what she knows about Atlas's Sinner ability and its cost.

Anyway, Picrew my beloved below !! This is the most recent picture of Atlas that's on her FAC ID card.

As for Atlas's combat suit, it's very similar to Gen Narumi's combat suit from Kaiju No. 8 !! I chose it for the mask and ALSO because it's drippy as hell LMAO i mean look at it:

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basically topaz x fafnir when topaz needs to reference actuarial science papers for her work

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ARCHIVIST’S TRIVIA: FAFNIR [HSR]

◆ Fafnir is an extremely meticulous individual, especially when it comes to managing her business and her money. Although she has a secretary, their duties are simply limited to ensuring the casino runs smoothly—by making sure equipment has proper maintenance and keeping inventory. All financial information and decisions are personally handled by Fafnir.

◆ Due to her long lifespan, Fafnir has had the oppurtunity to attend university several times over, for several different courses. Currently, she holds these degrees: a Masters in Business Management, a Masters in Business Administration, a Masters in Accounting and Finance, a Masters in Microeconomics and Macroeconomics, a Doctorate in Actuarial Science, a Doctorate in Data Science and Analytics, and a Doctorate of Juridicial Science (specifically in Corporate and Interastral Law). This gives her a grand total of 4 Masters Degrees and 3 Doctorates.

◆ In addition to her degree in Accounting and Finance, Fafnir is also a chartered accountant.

◆ Fafnir is excellent at mental math.

◆ Fafnir is a well-respected member of the Intelligentsia Guild, having published her Doctorate theses and a few other publications through the Candelagraphos. Hence, it is not uncommon to see Intelligentsia Guild members studying statistics to be ‘testing’ the machines at Gnitaheath.

◆ Fafnir knew and was friends with Ruan Mei’s grandmother, who was also a member of the Intelligentsia Guild.

◆ Fafnir guards her documents on all her finances with the same ferocity as she guards her money.

◆ Fafnir is about 400 years old.

◆ On the level above Fafnir’s vault in Gnitaheath is an extensive library. Some of the books in this library are up to a few hundred, even a thousand years old. They are relics of her past lives, and although Fafnir does not know what they meant to her previous selves, she painstakingly preserves each and every one. The library is a strictly restricted zone, only accesible to Fafnir and perhaps any extremely lucky guest.

◆ Fafnir enjoys paperwork. She finds it relaxing and reassuring to know the goings-on of her casino in quantitative terms.

◆ Unfortunately, Fafnir is near-sighted—so whenever she does sit down to do paperwork, she needs to wear glasses.

◆ Fafnir’s familiartiy with interastral and corporate law coupled with her expertise on various other mathematical and business subjects makes her somewhat infamous in the IPC, since it is incredibly more difficult to entice Fafnir into prematurely signing any deals or contracts. To IPC agents, getting stationed on assignment to Gnitaheath and dealing with Fafnir is colloquially known as a punishment.

◆ After Topaz’s ‘failure’ at Jarilo-VI, she was stationed at Gnitaheath. Surprisingly, Fafnir and Numby get along well—likely due to the fact that both of them are very good at ‘sniffing out’ profit. Topaz, on the other hand, did not have a good time.

◆ Fafnir’s weapon of choice in combat is a sword called Gram. It was once used to try to kill her—but Fafnir defeated her would-be killer and took the sword for herself.

◆ In both human and dragon form, Fafnir’s tail is prehensile. In human form, Fafnir can use her tail to immobilise someone or defend herself from attacks.

◆ If Fafnir is fond of you, her tail will curl around your feet as a sign of favor and protection.

◆ Fafnir wears cologne. She typically goes for dry woods/leather scents that have a smoky accent to them.

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screenshotted to keep the tags, but this is essentially the basis of shrike’s (oc) character, but instead of time loops shrike finds universes instead.

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i just know that once shrike (oc) settles down in the mbcc she becomes 1) a menace and 2) nightingale’s unofficial anger translator because nightingale is way too professional to say what she means outright, which leads to interactions like—

nightingale to some eastside schmuck: i’m afraid the mbcc cannot fulfill your request, due to violation of our policies regarding sinners.

shrike, from behind her, eating popcorn: what she means to say is that a bigoted prick like you can fuck right off

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ARCHIVE ENTRY #2: SHRIKE [PTN]

“I’ll do better this time. I promise.” - Shrike, to [ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED]

◆ Name: Shrike ◆ Title: Passerine Eulogy ◆ Alignment: Anger ◆ Tendency: Reticle

Shrike is a fanmade character in Path to Nowhere. A mysterious Sinner who appeared one night on the MBCC's doorstep. No records of her exist on any database, as if she's nothing but a ghost. If you asked her, she'd agree.

◆ Info ⤷ Birthday: May 14th ⤷ Height: 170cm ⤷ Damage Type: Physical ⤷ Birthplace: UNKNOWN

◆ Appearance Shrike is a woman of fair complexion and average height with short, mint-green hair and eyes roughly the same shade. Her hair is cut unevenly, clearly done unprofessionally and in a rush, likely with a knife. On the left side of her face, one strand of hair is longer than the other. She wears an earring on her left ear only. She has a scar crossing from the tip of her right brow, to the edge of her right jaw.

On missions, Shrike wears a black coat over a standard-issue MBCC Adjutant uniform. The coat itself is quite ragged and is torn in certain places. The uniform, though similar, has some distinctly different features, such as the white panel being on the left side, rather than the right. Shrike also wears a leather glove on her left hand only, and wears the typical knee-high heeled boots. Most importantly, however, Shrike is missing the beret normally issued to Adjutants.

◆ Mutation Assessment The subject has the ability to traverse the multiverse. This gives the subject two other adjacent abilities, which include temporary intangibility as she phases between universes and the ability to somewhat predict the next few possible moves of her opponent by rapidly cycling through other universes and observing their outcomes.

According to the subject's own admission, her Sinner ability awakened when she suffered an immense failure of her duty. Desperate to correct her mistakes, she was contaminated by Mania and became a Sinner.

The subject's corruption state fluctuates randomly. Sometimes the subject experiences 'glitches', where she flickers in and out of the current universe she inhabits, causing a spike in Mania. However, these 'glitches' are easily calmed using the Chief's shackles. Beyond this, the subject exhibits a stable mind and low physical corruption. ⤷ An interesting fact noted by the medical team is that Shrike's DNA has a 100% similarity to Adjutant Nightingale's.

◆ Criminal Record The subject has no record in this universe, and remains tight-lipped about her criminal status (or lack thereof) in her home universe.

◆ Serving Term ⤷ Serving Term 1: The subject typically prefers to keep to herself, maintaining what seems to be a professional distance between herself and other Sinners. Notable exceptions are the 9th Agency Commander, Langley, as well as Sinners Donald and Matilda. Shrike is openly hostile to all three parties, and will vacate the premises if she encounters these three.

⤷ Serving Term 2: The subject is highly meticulous and capable at paperwork. The staff sometimes pass excess work to her, such as reviewing documents and evaluating reports. This extreme efficiency also applies to Shrike's performance on missions.

⤷ Serving Term 3: The subject has frequent nightmares during hypnotherapy sessions that causes her M-value to spike. During these nightmares, the subject often calls out to Chief in between screams and cries of regret and anguish. Thankfully, Chief is always around to use their shackles and calm her down.

⤷ Serving Term 4: The subject is sometimes puzzled by Chief's relaxed, friendly and compassionate behavior towards the Sinners. She appears to have expected Chief to behave otherwise. Although, she is quite happy with this change of pace.

◆ Voicelines

Obtain the Sinner...

...It's good to see you again, Chief.

Level Start...

This time, I won't fail. I swear.

Win Battles...

Chief, are you harmed? No? That's good.

Lose Battles...

No, no, no, no, not again, please...!

Special Conversation 1...

Your shackles... they feel strange. Softer. Kinder. It's... nice. I hope I can help them stay this way.

Special Conversation 2... [unlocked after completion of Chapter 13]

Hecate is different. There is so much... life to her now. Hella, too. You really are something, aren't you, Chief? They--no, all the Sinners are lucky to have you.

Special Conversation 3...

I've traveled more worlds than I can remember, and I've lost you in every one. But this time--this time will be different, Chief. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear it. I'll do whatever it takes.

Developer Notes:

Meet Shrike, everyone. Possibly the most traumatized OC I've ever made, the product of my fever delirium and minor obsession with ITSV while listening to History Has Its Eyes On You on repeat.

To put simply, Shrike is Nightingale--if Nightingale failed to keep Chief alive. Shrike's universe hopping is in an effort to correct her mistake, but every universe she enters, Chief still dies; except for this one.

Shrike has traveled at least a dozen universes.

Shrike's name comes from the bird of the same name. Shrikes are passerine birds just like nightingales, but they are leagues more violent. Shrikes are also colloquially known as butcherbirds!

Shrike's weapon of choice is a handgun, just like Nightingale's. I haven't come up with a kit for Shrike as of yet, so for now she's relegated to being a lore-only character.

Shrike has negative trust in anyone even remotely associated with Paradeisos. Given the opportunity, she absolutely would put a bullet between Shalom's eyes.

Shrike is one of those characters whose loyalty is so strong it can corrupt into immorality. Devotion and destruction, one in the same.

As always, I can't draw for shit, so here's another Picrew of what Shrike roughly looks like. Since she's also technically Nightingale, you could also just imagine Nightingale, but a little more beat up and with short hair, LOL.

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i was agonising over who i’d cast as fafnir’s english voice actor and then the answer came to me in a dream: shohreh aghdashloo.