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[fickit-lokiseriesau]

The Basics of this AU:

Mobius and the TVA are not portrayed positively in this AU

The TVA get tired of having to expend large amounts of resources on capturing and getting rid of Loki variants, so they decide to attempt to "domesticate" some Loki variants as tools to make the process easier, and Mobius is appointed as the director of this project.

Through many rounds of trial and error, they devise a 'treatment' that essentially hijacks the mutilated Loki variants' seidr to drastically warp, mutate, and transform them (think Halpy Meat Farms type stuff). The TVA would attempt to 'shape' them into forms and tools which they believed would be most useful in disposing of fugitive Loki variants.

Most of the Loki variants they tested their 'treatment' on did not survive long as their minds and bodies were mutilated and changed. The first (un)fortunate Loki who did became Alioth. Initially thinking that he had perfected the process of taming a Loki into a "more useful" state, Mobius felt pride in this "accomplishment". Alioth was fast, relentless, impervious to almost all damage, and somehow had retained Loki's intelligence. That is, up until the Loki variant eventually escapes their containment due to their now endless hunger for matter. The Loki-turned-Alioth rampaged through the TVA, devouring and destroying everything in its path. After a long struggle, the agents and minute men were able to prune the Alioth as fits of uncontrolled matter transformation continued to rack their body.

In the void, Alioth continued to be plagued with endless hunger as their transformation slowly overtook their minds, and they became what we see in the show. The fact that Alioth prevents Loki variants from escaping the void is what ultimately saves Mobius' reputation in the TVA.

The first Alioth starts to die. Noticing this, the TVA "develops" another Loki variant to replace them after they died, and the cycle continued. Alioth would then take on many forms, all of which were impervious to damage, fast, and intelligent.

By the time the season 1 of the show rolls around, Alioth has been deteriorating for some time due to the long-lasting effects of their treatment, and is now slowly dying. Mobius begins to analyze individual Loki variants to assess their likelihood of surviving their now-refined 'treatment' while mentally wearing them down.

2012 Loki shows up and still has ongoing psychological damage from Thanos and the mind stone, making him vulnerable to Mobius' abuse and the TVA's constant testing. Not helpless, but more vulnerable than he would have been otherwise.

Approving of Loki's "progress", Mobius decides to use Sylvie to test him on his loyalty to the TVA. From this point, season 1 largely continues to go as Canon.

When Loki and Sylvie enchant Alioth, they are also bombarded with its thoughts and memories, finding out about the whole turning-Lokis-into-Alioths thing and the current Alioth dying.

The real reason Mobius had decided to test Loki in the first place was because he thought that he had a good chance of surviving the transformation process.

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Would you let her experiment on you yes or no

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Cogs in the Machine can now be made to order!

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Pretty sure fanart was allowed lmao wanted to draw Scarlet, belonging to @extraskully5 meeting Vector my smallest 'mewtwo' (I don't think she's a true two tbh but shh), because that's a whole baby and Scarlet being a sweetheart who gives hugs is too cute not to have her look at this messed up little creature and sob and want to hold

Character information rambles on Vector under readmore

Tried to make it size canon complacent but like idk I don't have a height chart XD Vector is 4'5 so less than double Scarlets height I think? Dunno if accurate but I tried!

Vector was a shiny mew infant who went through years of medical experimentation being used to create vaccines cause mew made everything? Will have something to combat diseases so infected with things to have the antibodies stolen and turned into human compatible ones.

Eventually her body mutated after ingesting human blood from biting someone probably with some petridish jelly and her mew dna took on the human dna destroying its complex chains to destroy her usefulness in a desperate act of self preservation mutating her with the human dna and viruses diseases she'd been infected with and jelly to become a living breathing biohazard a vector for diseases.

Baby has issues lmao 0 social skills and awareness of ability all know is things attack her as she carries diseases and then they die cycle of life and humans very bad no good. Doesn't know what she is what she was cant mew or two and literally can't mew very limited vocalisation communication ability since ignored babies tend to stop crying :c

Looks at Scarlet and has no idea what she is or why she isn't attacking but is comforted by how gentle she feels as her aura is likely pleasant, I wanted Scarlet to be kinda reaching out to wanting to touch and gently grab hold Vectors face but she's probably practicing caution due to weird creatur

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CW: experimented on, cattle prod/electrocuted

Rowena didn't resist as she was strapped down to the table. Didn't brace herself for the sting of the needle, the hot feeling that spread across her body like the tide rising, the pain that would eventually come.

"Create a flame." Dr Mason was indifferent as always. When Rowena failed to do so electricity sparked across her side. Fire flickered along her fingers, and the doctor gave a sound of approval.

She tried to maintain the flames but it was harder than usual. Another burst of electricity had her gritting her teeth. A flame flickered and died.

The cattle prod almost punctured her thigh, electricity coursing through her in waves of needles. Rowena screamed. But no fire appeared.

Again and again her muscles spasmed until she couldn't breathe, mouth frozen in silent agony.

"Enough," Dr Mason said. "I want to see if the drug works, not kill her." She typed something, distracted by her research before realising everyone else in the room was waiting for instructions. "In ten minutes stimulate her again, provided her heartrate's gone down a bit."

Hours of pain later Rowena couldn't move. She'd given up counting down the minutes after the first hour and all she could do now was wait for the next round of pain to begin. Every ten minutes there was another round, halted only to let her recover before starting again.

Her body was covered in burns from the electricity, bleeding in a few places from where the prongs had broken skin. The doctor had said she didn't want her dead - but that didn't seem like mercy.

When the prongs of the cattle prod stabbed into her calf again Rowena didn't scream. She'd been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while, only staying lucid enough to avoid biting her tongue as she seized.

"Let's stop for now. Everyone take a break, we'll resume this in an hour." Rowena almost sobbed as people began leaving. A whole hour of peace. Two nurses stayed, checking her vitals to make sure Rowena wouldn't suddenly die.

Dr Mason was true to her word. Rowena couldn't see the time, but she'd bet good money that the next round of electricity was delivered almost to the second. Still no powers, but a short nap had helped restore some of energy, and a small spark was glowing once again deep in her mind.

It only took two more rounds before Rowena was able to conjure anything. It could barely be called a flame - just a tiny spark that died almost as soon as it appeared. The energy it took felt enormous.

Rowena could hear the doctor scribbling frantically. Apparently her small display of power hadn't been enough, and this time the cattle prod was on her chest.

The eruption of fire almost burnt the guard, who jumped back with a yelp. But that was too much for Rowena's already exhausted. Darkness took her, a dreamless sleep that rolled over her like a wave, and Rowena welcomed it with open arms.

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Heyo

Heyo. I just read the whole Wikipedia article about Harry Harlow and his cruel experiments. Cus I saw this cloth mother wire mother tumblr post. Aaaaa

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"Oddworld was a place with the maxim of always take, never give, or at the very least, give back as little as possible. Where the strongest survived, and the weak turned into labor, or commodities. Those who didn’t adapt, would be adapted into resources." Zvez Newstart, a company owner, contemplates current ongoing events, and looks into himself.

An Oddworld OS that I have written and published :-.)

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TW — Asylum/Hospital setting, mental disorders, medical malpractice

Inspired by Fran Bow, Sparklecare, Pure Trance, and other such things; I had an idea for a Dandy’s World AU that centers around a hospital setting

I feel like a lot of people don’t like asylum or hospital AUs because they are full of exaggerated or misinformed ideas of what mental illness is. I tried not to do that, though I’m not a professional so I still might be wrong about some things. I don’t want to take this idea too far in fear that it might be distasteful, but I do want to share this idea to see if others like it too.

Dandy’s Care is a separate world where, instead of a museum, Dandy and his friends were meant to be for a children’s hospital to treat the sick and ill. They were meant to be comfort characters to patients and were meant to support them during their stay. Like in Dandy’s World, the hospital shut down due to unspecified sanitation issues. Dandy, also known as Dr. Dandicus Dancifer, slowly became more and more starved for activity. He started targeting his friends, making the hospital into an asylum for them. He changed their characters, changing his friends into patients. The toons have no memory of their former self, only knowing their diseased and ill present self.

The staff is made up of the main toons. All of them are nurses and Dandy is the main doctor. They all act like their former selves, though they have no memory. I didn’t want to draw all of them so just imagine Astro and Vee in these uniforms.

Read more to see other toons (not all of them drawn or thought of yet, don’t attack me ;-;) ↓

Razzle and Dazzle, the only ones that I thought of completely because I already drew them before. They’re the reason why I made this entire thing anyway.

They are just experiments by Dandy, who wanted to see if the two could live together if they were attached. They used to love each other, now they don’t. Razzle is no longer looking for comedy, Dazzle is no longer looking for hope. Both are only set on the idea of revenge against Dandy for making them this way.

Life is hard when you can only feel the sensations on one half on your body, they can barely walk and can only stand or sit. They take many painkillers as their wounds take a long time to health properly. They wish they could escape this place and just die already, but they’re stuck and forced to live for as long as Dandy wants.

Razzle is a lot more violent now. He is prone to biting and scratching the staff. He hates doing all the lab tests and medical procedures, he hates being near Dazzle, he hates being stuck in this living hell. Razzle is the reason why they’re not allowed near sharp or blunt objects.

Dazzle became paranoid, scared of any noise that happens. He’s terrified of Razzle because of how violent he can get, he hates him too. Dazzle cries a lot, he cries until he can’t everyday. Dazzle wishes he could just die already, he thinks everything is scary and out to get him.

Shrimpo is thought to be a patient that had anger issues and aggressive tendencies. According to Dandy, he was admitted for being violent in public, although this is only part of the fake story that Dandy gave him. Shrimpo was forced to get a lobotomy, unethical but who cares. Dandy sure didn’t.

He’s still in the recovery phase, so he might be a bit loopy. Once those bandages are off, he’ll be as right as rain. Shrimpo is a wanderer around the hospital as he’s no longer a threat. He’s allowed to leave his room and go out in the play yard but only if a nurse is with him.

Shrimpo doesn’t really have much going for him. His thoughts are scrambled and he only cares for things in front of him. Although the lobotomy made him more passive, it doesn’t mean he’s any better in terms of motivation. Shrimpo certainly has no drive for anything anymore, he doesn’t mind but it gets in the way of his health as well. The staff needs to remind him to go to the dining room to eat or to go take a shower, because otherwise he’ll forget.

Boxten was made to believe that he has had problems with insomnia ever since he was little, of course it’s not true. He takes sleeping pills and melatonin, but it only seems to worsen his nightmares. This makes him skip his doses to avoid sleeping, repeating the cycle over and over.

Boxten is afraid of imaginary things that might get him. He thinks they’ve already in his head, eating away at his brain and giving him nightmares. Of course the only thing the nurses can see is his music box. Boxten has lost all trust in the staff since they couldn’t see or feel the things he can.

In my original notes, it said that Boxten might have psychosis.

Well that’s all the once I’ve drawn, I don’t really have the motivation to make every single toon. I have a couple of ideas though

— Goob somehow survived a terrible accident, but both his arms needed to be amputated making him armless. He suffers from brain damage and internal bleeding. He doesn’t seem to have any change in his personality, still as joyful as ever. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism

— Tisha has severe OCD which damages her mental health. She’s constantly worried about everything that happens around her, making her super aware of her surroundings. She could be a danger to herself and others as she sometimes has very aggressive thoughts but can’t control her actions. She unintentionally hurts herself because of her OCD, such as washing her hands so many times that they start to bleed.

Not for a toon, but I did have an idea for an added addition to the hospital. Maybe there’s a twisted reform center where the staff try and heal twisteds back to their normal self. They would clean the ichor from them but since the ichor is also inside of them their personalities don’t change as much. Twisteds such as Finn and R&D might be too far gone though, they would have to be disabled for life. I might draw this idea because I think it’s kind of cool, I definitely will if people also think this is interesting.

[fickit-lokiseriesau]

Trial Eight Test Report

Subject: L0294

Pre-treatment Notes: L0294 is a female Ymir's group wasp weighing approximately 95 kg and measured at 2.4 meters. Most of its head has been overtaken by growths from a species of fungus believed to have convergent evolved alongside Earth's Ophiocordyceps unilateralis. Both of its antennae had taken significant damage and its thorax and abdomen are severely bloated. Roughly half of the hair that would normally cover its body is missing, and its wings are torn in multiple places. L0294's behavior is described as lethargic, showing little interest in its surroundings.

Treatment Administered: Prototype A9

Results: Subject L0294's fungal growths turned black upon being administered its first dose of Prototype A9, and within hours, L0294 ceased its attempts to climb the walls of its enclosure. Over subsequent doses of Prototype A9, L0294's body became increasingly discolored, eventually turning a dark shade of gray. Additional tissue began to grow on top of L0294's fungal growths. L0294 has become more aggressive, but has not regained its instinctual burrowing behaviors.

Current Status: Alive

Recommendations: Upgrade the air filtration system in L0294's containment. Its fungal growths have begun to secrete a dark purple mist which contain its spores. Any personnel entering its containment chamber are advised to equip full biohazard gear. Additional tests with sedatives may be administered to make L0294 more compliant with further experimentation.

Submitted to: Agent Mobius M. Mobius

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Fear is a Dangerous Thing (Part 10)

A friend edited this for me because my brain is so mushy today but I haven't checked their work. Let me know if you find anything wrong.

TW: Torture, child abuse, descriptions of violence, panic attacks

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Tim led the way to the meeting hall and opened the door to the meeting room where a bunch of the core members of the JL were already sitting. “Right, thank you for coming,” Tim started as Nightwing ushered the rest of them into the room, leading them to four empty chairs that were probably supposed to be for the teens and Nightwing. Instead the rest of the Teen Titans stood in the back and Hyena and Phantasm were sat between Hood and Nightwing. The collected members of the JL made various sounds of shock and anger at the sight of them, (Constantine looked green around the gills).

Robin completely ignored all of them and carried on as if nothing was wrong. “I’ve recently become aware of a troubling conspiracy that the Justice League must not be aware of.”

“Robin, what are they doing here?” Batman growled, watching Hyena and Hood warily.

“Phantasm is the newest member to Teen Titans, and both she and Hyena have been directly harmed by this conspiracy, so I invited them both to be here,” Robin said calmly. “Besides, though I independently verified all of it, the majority of my information originally came from Hyena. So if you have any questions at the end they’d probably be best directed to him.” Batman opened his mouth again and Robin raised his voice slightly, “Hold your questions till after the presentation please,” Robin chided before he switched to the next slide and carried on as if nothing had happened.

The presentation contained just about everything they needed to know, about the anti-ecto acts and the entire group of people that they targeted including a few members of the JL if the GIW ever got brave enough. It included that they had been experimenting on sentient and sapient beings and killed multiple people, that they were affiliated with the government and had plans for weapons of mass destruction specifically targeting these beings, and that they had taken over a small town and instilled a complete media blackout.

In other words they were unethical and illegal and the fact that the JL had allowed it to happen was nearly unforgivable.

“That concludes my presentation,” Robin announced, “If there are any-”

“Before you wrap up I have some… supplemental material. Because it’s one thing to hear about it and another thing to see it. I want you to see it,” Hyena interrupted with venom in his voice as he got up. Robin looked confused but he surrendered the projector remote to Hyena and allowed him to plug in his USB. Before he started it Hyena went back to his seat and glanced at Phantasm, hesitating for a moment.

“Little Star, would you mind leaving the room? Or coming here. I don’t want you to see this,” Danny said softly and Phantasm looked at him, judging his expression for a moment before she nodded and slid out of her chair and onto his lap. She had regressed just a little after everything, acting younger and more subservient for lack of a better word. She allied allowed  him to cup the back of her neck and hide her face against his shoulder before he started clicking through the images.

The first one was a picture of him as Phantom with Sam, Tucker, and Jazz, then the death certificates of everyone in the photo besides him. Next was a picture of Phantom when he’d first been captured by the GIW, crying, collared and gagged, looking at the person behind the camera with a pleading expression and obvious fear. There were many more after that, all bloody. They had kept a proper muzzle on him the entire time so he couldn’t scream, so his face was hidden somewhat. They showed him with his arms cut open or even off, his chest cut open and broken apart so you could see all his organs, his throat dissected and the skin pinned apart, and many worse things.

With each picture the life faded from his eyes, he was still alive in all of them but the fear, and pain, and any possible hope died in his eyes as he dissociated from the situation over years. Then there was a collection of other images, Ellie strapped to a table, destabilizing, then in the tube. Vlad’s intake photo collared and bound, then his autopsy. Ember with her arm cut off and screaming. Finally a somewhat blurry photo Danny had taken himself after his escape of the makeshift stitches and bulging wound, he had to just shove a few organs back in after all, the blood, pus, and ectoplasm leaking out of it. Someone gagged, Danny didn’t look to see who.

“In that first photo I had just turned 16, the GIW took me soon after that, killing everyone who tried to protect me from them. They kept me for two years, you just saw what they did, and the results. The GIW may seem inept, and they often are, but they are also sadistic and ruthless. They do real harm. Phantasm and I are the only people still alive to testify about it, and only then because I’m functionally immortal and she destabilized before they could get far.”

Once he finished he turned off the projector and let Ellie up and off of his lap, allowing her to slip back into her seat as he got up to grab his USB. The room was silent for a long moment, everyone's expressions ranging from furious, to heartbroken, to dissociated. Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, and Zatana in particular looked like they would like to tear the entire organization apart with their bare hands right now!

Jason felt a bit sick. He really would have liked a warning that Danny was going to do that because, even though he had seen the scars, it was a very different thing to see the wounds themselves. They were just as extensive as he had feared. At least now he understood why Danny had had so many panic attacks this week, if he’d been setting that up in the background it was half a wonder he hadn’t had more!

“What do you mean you're functionally immortal?” Batman demanded.

“They’re threatening the Infinite Realms?” Constantine squeaked.

“How have we let them get away with this!” Lamented Martian Manhunter.

All three nearly at the same time, it was an explosion of sound as a few others spoke as well, or tried to respond. Jason wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulder, feeling him shaking a little bit, that had been very brave of him and Jason did think it would have the effect Danny wanted, but this explosion of emotion had to get out of the way.

One of the louder voices in the room though, was Superman, and Jason did not like what he was saying.

“Are the people of the Infinite Realms a threat?” Superman asked Constantine. “Should we have weapons to defend ourselves against them?”

Which, honestly, were fair questions but now was Not the time! Jason was sure the people from the Infinite Realms could be a threat but they hadn’t been and they had a very good reason to defend themselves. These were sentient people, would he be asking the same questions about a new species of mer? But he had already known Superman could be surprisingly intolerant for someone with his reputation.

“If we need to defend ourselves against the Realms we’re already fucked!” Constantine nearly shouted at Superman. “We should be dealing with this and be very grateful that they don’t have a king to organize them against us right now!”

“That could just make them more dangerous! If there’s no leader that we can make a treaty with then how can we trust them?” Superman argued.

“You don’t have to trust someone to know what the GIW is wrong!” Manhunter accused furiously.

“That’s not what I’m saying, of course it’s wrong,” Superman tried to placate, but it wasn’t working on Manhunter, and it wasn’t working on Danny either.

Jason and Ellie clocked it first, that the temperature in the room had been steadily dropping and was now almost ten degrees cooler than it had been at the start of the meeting. When Jason glanced over with concern he saw Hyena sitting perfectly still, his chest heaving in short shallow breaths and his eyes fixed on Superman, swirling with a very dangerous shade of green. Jason stood abruptly, slamming his hands down on the table in front of Hyena, startling him enough that his building rage turned sharply into fear and he flinched back, knocking over his chair.

"What-" Someone asked indignantly into the sudden silence as Danny backed up quickly till he hit the wall, curling in on himself.

"Everyone who doesn't know our faces, out!" Jason ordered abruptly.

"You can't just-"

"He's having a panic attack and you're making it worse! You know how dangerous panic can be in someone with powers! OUT!" He ordered and, begrudgingly but swiftly, he was obeyed and the heroes filed out of the room. The only ones left were Batman, Nightwing, Robin, and Phantasm. Jason ignored all of them.

He took off his helmet as he approached Danny quickly and crouched in front where he was curled on the floor, eyes unfocused. Jason unlatched Danny’s muzzle and took off one of his gloves, hearing a gasp behind him as he slapped Danny with an open palm, cupped for more sound than sting, enough to bring him back to the here and now. He grabbed Danny's face and forced him to look towards Jason.

"Look at me Cub," He cajoled, but Danny didn't hear, still reeling and panting. "Look at me!" Jason ordered this time and Danny obeyed, focusing on him finally. "What do you need?"

"Hold me," Danny gasped.

"Hold you or Hold You?" Jason asked.

"Hold Me," Danny hissed as he practically threw himself at Jason who braced himself and grabbed Danny quickly. He dragged them both up and spun Danny around, getting a hold on both of his wrists with opposite hands and wrapping Danny's own arms around his waist like a makeshift straight-jacket.

Jason stepped back into a fighting stand pulling Danny with him so he was off balance, and leaned back, bracing himself and keeping his head out of range as Danny thrashed and snarled in his grip, getting out his energy without trying to get away.

Jason didn't know how long it went on, but he knew his shoulders were sore by the time Danny went limp again in his hold, finally breathing properly again.

"Okay?" Jason asked sternly.

"Ya, okay. Thank you," Danny responded, meek and tired. Finally aware of what was going on around them he looked at the others in the room, and winced a little when he saw the worry and fear on Ellie’s face. Tim and Dick look worried too, Batman… Danny couldn’t tell what he was feeling. “Sorry about that guys, I’m okay now,” Danny said as Jason let him go slowly, easing him back into supporting his own weight.

Ellie rushed to hug  him and Danny hugged back, pressing his face into her hair. Dick approached more slowly, avoiding sudden movements that might freak Danny out again. “Are you sure you’re okay? That was… a lot. I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through.”

“That shouldn’t have happened-” Batman started, and Jason had no idea how he was planning to end that sentence because Danny didn’t let him.

“Well it did, you can’t save everyone, and now it’s too late. I’m never going to be what I was before they broke me,” He said, blunt and honest, Jason winced.

“Are you alright to bring the JL back in? They’ll have questions. If not it’s alright, Hood can take you home and we can handle the rest,” Robin told Danny.

“If you do stay I’ll make sure they behave themselves,” Nightwing put in with a grim set to his jaw.

Now Danny could read Batman’s expression, he looked startled. He hadn’t known Nightwing and Robin had gotten so close to Hood and Hyena behind his back. Danny wondered if he was more likely to question their judgment or his own in the face of this revelation.

“No, I can stay. I want to stay,” Danny insisted. He had been worked up already, and then upset by what Superman was saying, especially since he already didn’t have a particularly high opinion of the big blue boy scout since his treatment of Kon. “As long as they all don’t yell over each other like that again, too much noise,” Danny said, shaking his head.

 Danny slowly eased Ellie out of his arms, guiding her back to the table so he could slump back in his own chair. He dropped his face into his hands and took a few deep breath, Jason could practically see him counting to ground himself. Quietly he approached and scooped up their masks again, putting his helmet back on before gently nudging Danny’s arm and putting the muzzle down in front of him.

“Agreed. They shouldn’t have behaved that way in front of outsiders to begin with. I’ll talk to them." He started to leave before pausing and looking between Hyena and Phantasm. "It was brave of you to come to us about this. If there is any protection the two of you need to make sure that you do not face consequences from these people, we will gladly provide it.” Batman said and swept out of the room.

Danny lifted his head and saw the mask, giving Jason a little smile before he put it back on, doing the buckle up behind his head again and making sure it was secure on his face. He was as ready as he was going to be to face the rest of the JL again. At least Batman seemed to hate him less than he did before he knew a bit more of Danny’s backstory and exactly why he was like this. He thought that was fair, he didn’t think that anyone could remain sane after everything he had been through.

There was a knock on the door and Nightwing opened it, the rest of the assembled JL members filed back in, more quiet and calm now. They took their seats again, Superman looked a little sheepish, Kon paused to squeeze both Phantasm and Hyena’s shoulders, Danny patted his hand lightly giving him a grateful look. He’d like to have a better bond with Kon, all of the Teen Titan team really, but Kon in particular, he deserved a better support network with such shitty progenitors.

“He’s telling the truth,” Constantine cut in before the ruffled feathers around the table could progress to fighting again. “We do not want to mess with those fuckers, being beneath their notice, and letting them keep that tyrant king of theirs locked up, is the best that we can hope for there."

“We’re sorry our response wasn’t ideal,” Wonder Woman told Hyena diplomatically. “It was a shock, but that’s no excuse for making this harder on you. It was brave of both of you,” She praised.

“Thank you,” Hyena said, leaning back in his seat, his hands still pressed flat against the table. “I want to make it clear that the people of the infinite realms are a threat. It contains every afterlife, demons and gods and various other ancient and powerful beings. Violence is a culture and a language. However, most of us have very little interest in the living and the mortal. Despite being without a monarch there are rules about interacting with the living worlds, humans don’t exactly put up an entertaining fight anyway, a bit boring all around,

“All of this to say, if you don’t antagonize the Infinite Realms the Vast majority of its inhabitants will continue to happily ignore you, and if you do antagonize them you will lose.” The declaration held no doubt at all”

Hyena inclined his head towards Constantine in a subtle gesture of gratitude for the backup. “With that in mind if you ever have to deal with something from the Infinite Realms, call me. I’m from this world but I’m of the Infinite Realms as well, as long as Hood agrees, I will help.”  

“As long as Hood agrees?” Batman questioned, his gaze sharp. Next to him Constantine hissed and moved to elbow him before apparently thinking better of it.

“Yes. You know this Batman,” Hyena chided him, rolling his eyes at the super hero. “I am… potentially stronger than any one individual here, but I answer to him. You need my help, ask him.”

“If you want a demonstration I’m sure he’d be happy to provide. Just not where there’s anyone to get caught in the crossfire,” Jason put in smugly. “Right Hyena?”

“Oh absolutely,” Danny agreed with an unnervingly feral cackle. “I can survive in space, maybe Big Blue and I can give the moon a few more craters! Wait, no, probably better not use the moon we might knock it out of orbit. Mmmm Neptune?”

“Maybe some other time!” Constantine squeaked before anyone could make the mistake of taking a Realms creature up on his offer to fight.

“Too bad,” Hyena sighed leaning back in his seat, his mask hiding his pout. “I haven’t really gotten to let loose in ages.”

“We’ve gotten off topic,” Martian Manhunter said. Jason bit back a laugh at how quickly Danny subsided after being chided by his favourite hero. “What are we going to do about the GIW?”

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Tw: Canon typical shenanigans, grave robbing, mentions of death and corpses

“Medic, we can’t be doing this! It’s not ethical or legal!” Your voice trembles as you follow the doctor down a secluded dirt path. “And when has that ever stopped me? Those qualms aside, I am in the pursuit of scientific advancement, you know that. You can’t believe you’re actually going along with one of his schemes.

There was a tendency you had to stay up late, but you had been methodical in your efforts to stay away from medic during these periods. His mind was the most unstable, most creative. And often was in need of companionship in order to carry out whatever experiments or other activities he had going on in the dark of the night.

He had caught you red handed. Sneaking a drink out of the shared fridge, the door creaking open alerted him to your presence. “Oh, there you are…” He growls.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You can tell by the tone of his voice that he has some sort of shit-eating grin on his face, and that only means one thing. He was going to persuade force you to help him with whatever dastardly plot he has going on.

Before you can even respond to his comment, you drop your drink and try to sprint past him. He grips your shirt and with that same devilish smile, he shakes his head. “Now now…you’re going to help me with my experiment whether you like it or not.”

An hour later, all you’d managed to do was grow increasingly hoarse as you kept futilely protesting the whole way to your dark, unknown destination. You stumble, tripping multiple times over what seem to be tree roots and rocks. But, not knowing where you are, and the fact that fog has begun to set, distorts your vision heavily.

“Yes, yes! We are almost there, Schatz.” Medic says, his grin spreading ear to ear and his voice sounding like a giddy school boy. “Medic, where exactly are we going?” You question timidly. “Why, we’re going to the cemetery of course! I needed new specimens for my studies, and Miss Pauling refused to give me the bodies of the people we killed, so I had to resort to….drastic measures.”

Your stomach is now in your throat and your skin goes pale. You knew you were doing something unethical, but you didn’t know how unethical. Your footsteps slow, but don’t stop as you have nowhere to go, Medic was the one who drove you here.

As if he had eyes on the back of his head, he mumbled: “We’re not using fresh corpses you know…” Upon hearing that you spat “How does that make it any better?” “Well, I’m trying to run some tissue decomposition analysis so I can see how long it takes, and how I can potentially speed up the process.”

The gears turn in your head as you realize what he’s getting at. Your jaw drops as you look over at him. “Medic! That makes things worse!” Looking back at you, Medic gives you a sheepish grin. Or what could be described as a sheepish grin if he wasn’t absolutely unashamed of what he’s doing.

You continue to follow him as you have no way to get out of there, he did drive you there. Sighing, you know that no matter what you do, you can’t dissuade him from what he’s doing. He practically has no morals, so any way to change this would be moot. “Ah, here we are.” He comments, arriving at a relatively old grave.

It wasn’t by much, but it made you feel a little bit better that you weren’t disturbing a freshly dug grave. You can’t help but feel a bit on edge as you begin to dig, not wanting to destroy the remains. For what seems like forever, you uncover dirt and remove it from the grave. Finally, you come upon something as the shovel makes a “thunk.” noise, causing you to jump a bit. Beginning to panic, you remove the rest of the dirt, trying to see what you hit. The noise you had caused turned out to be a coffin, which relieves you greatly.

“Oh, what do we have here, hmm?” Medic mutters as he stops his digging, wandering over to you. He eyes the coffin devilishly, eager to open it up and see what’s inside. With a subtle nod, you both kneel down and open up the body’s final resting place. To your relief, it was only bones. Even though it was a relatively old grave, you weren’t quite sure what you were going to see.

With a rather giddy sound, Medic begins to appraise the skeleton, seeing if the specimen is up to his specifications. Gleefully, he decides that he can use the bones, and begins to pocket them. Within the next few hours, the cycle rinses and repeats. Sometimes you didn’t find anything, sometimes the body wasn’t up to his standards and sometimes it was perfect.

“Now that we have all the specimens we need…” Medic states calmly “You won’t ever have to do this again. I’m quite aware that this frightens and disturbs others, but I figured that since you were around when I needed you, you would comply like a good little assistant.”

Fidgeting with your hands, you begin to speak up. “No, I.…I actually loved it. At first it terrified me, as it would anyone, but as I got into the swing of things, it felt nice to actually spend time with you, get to know you better, even crack jokes with you. But next time, I’d prefer a heads up of what you’re going to be doing instead of forcefully dragging me along.”

And in that moment, you saw something incredibly rare from Medic: a genuine heartfelt smile. “My friend, that pleases me to no end to hear you say that…some people don’t exactly enjoy my company due to the reasons you stated before…but to hear you say you enjoyed it, makes my heart soar. And I promise that next time I will ask for your consent for these little excursions, alright?” Medic states, holding out his hand for a shake.

Taking his hand, you give it a firm shake before letting it linger a little longer that normal. And with that, you follow Medic into the night, ready for the next new adventure.

[noszle]

To be loved is to be changed, etc. 🐈 Lore on this girl below

Kochimo started life as a stray kitten (Non-magical, just a regular calico cat.) in a Sea Port town. She was then found and adopted by a shrine maiden at the local water deity worshiping temple. Life was good.

(TW// death) Then later she witnessed the death of her owner who saved someone else from being hit by a cart in, essentially, a hit and run. The person she saved and the person who hit her left her there to die alone. After seeing this Kochimo became a street cat again for a time. She became hateful and jaded.

By chance, sometime later, she was picked up by a local vampire and magical scientist who was doing unethical mutation experiments. She was experimented on and became a nekomata. With her new abilities escaped and eventually became the leader of a gang of ne'er-do-wells.

The second image above is her human disguise. That's when she met the Party. She essentially disguised herself as a human and joined the party, them being unaware that she was the source of all the issues they had been trying to solve. (I made her to be the villain of the first little town in my campaign.)

She was found out eventually and faced some retribution for her crimes, although one of the PC's took a liking to her and decided to try and help her/redeem her.

A lot of wacky ttrpg stuff happened after that point, and she went through a lot of growth and change. Eventually she decided she would try to be a better person for her newfound friends. She's been trying her best since then. Although she still loves to steal and trick people, even if it's less malicious now.

She maintains a small prayer shrine in her home with a drawing of her dearly departed once owner and still likes to go fishing like they used to when she was a kitten.

She really became one of my favorite NPC's and even though she is kind of retired as a character now I do still love her

[thecameronchronicles]

From Afar

TW: Dom!JJ. Smut. Public acts of sexuality. Language. Degrading Language. Cheating. 

Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank. 

SUMMARY: Your decision to entertain yourself at the expense of a pogue has unforeseen consequences.

WORD COUNT: 3000

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

From Afar

Halfway through the summer meant all of the best parties had come to pass and became memories of such reckless and immature highlights. Memories you may come to regret or cringe at when describing in reminiscence had been proof of your vitality. But for now, it just meant that you were unbelievably bored. 

Picking at your nails had been the most productive trait you'd performed today. And with the heat blistering and a lack of motivation from an entitled lifestyle you had become entitled to as a birthright, you sought out entertainment in the most unethical, and immoral, of ways. 

A way that came in the form of a six foot blonde surfer loitering outside his best friend's father's store with a puff of smoke omitting between a set of dangerous dimples. The same dimples you'd always noticed even when the words spoken between would be mindless and a reason to cringe or become upset as he often spoke against those you called friends. Those dimples were always a means of silent intrigue. 

But as you looked at him from the passenger side car while in wait, you saw his eyes flick towards you. You tested the duration of his focus, almost as if to ensure he was worth the risk you were preparing to take. Once his eyes trained to you, almost as if to question if you were truly before him, you set two fingers into your puckered lips. The slow insertion was contrasted by the satisfying pop as you lowered your fingers into the bottoms of your bikini. His eyes widened as his jaw tensed at the sight. 

Shameless. 

His eyes followed the rise and twist of your wrist as you experimented to what angle could bring you to that edge fastest. But you were aware the only way to find that release would be a fondling of a secondary sensation. To this, your second hand rose to your breast, pulling down the fabric just enough to tease the breast he has been tempted with in the design of the suit already leaving such little to the imagination. Rather slowly, and with eyes set into his own, you pulled at the pebbled nub and released a silent moan that set him to shift in place. 

You were always a luminescent yet untouchable object just out of reach. An ornament to some Kook as you accompanied them throughout the island. But at this moment, you were performing for him. Striking those unsavory chords with nothing more than your well versed fingers and a former layout of late night practices. 

"JJ..." You mouthed his name as your body rose from the seat, chest heaving, and an expression compressed to fight the desperate whimpers you knew he would elicit from you. His reputation between your friends, and advisaries, validating this. Positions and sensations even those before him in their most valiant of attempts couldn't come close to. And he could do so without much effort. It was that effortlessness and danger you craved above all else. The unknown you wanted to uncover, even if you were the one bare for him now. 

"Fuck..." He breathed to himself, a tightened jaw showcasing his dimples and bone structure as you looked at him from across the scene, forgetful of how risky this had been. But that high was near enough to accept such radicular beratement. 

Heat pooling at the center of your suit, that release was on the other side of a handful of swipes. Thoughts of his skin rushing yours, his face contorting to his own pleasure, and the ultimate sound of your name as a whimper from his lips sent you riding into your hand as you shuddered midday in broad daylight with that well needed orgasm. 

In the nick of time of your fingers leaving your jean shorts pulled apart when first witnessing JJ, the door to the hardware store came open to reveal your boyfriend. The very reason you could never act on your fantasies no matter the desire to do so. A constant desire it was, always just out of reach. 

As the car passed the corner in which he stood, mouth hung open and eyes heavy with lust, the most victorious of smiles came over your expression as you left the moment of recklessness at your rearview. 

But he would remember. Every detail of how you appeared to him. How you tormented him. And JJ Maybank was the type of guy to get even...

Hours passed as Topper's arm pulled from your shoulders to slink down onto Kelce's couch. He kept you close, a sign of possession worn on the heavy hand at a rest between your thighs, but he was too drunk to notice, or care, for how monotonous the night had become. The same conversations of them discussing surfing and college as you felt as more of an accompaniment than a partner. But you blamed it on your inability to find comfort at rest. Too lively to be content in one place for too long. A nomad at heart. Possibly born into a family on the wrong side of the island. 

"Want a hit?" Rafe teased as you rejected his offer of the line drawn on the table. Making some comment about how you couldn't handle it anyway, you took it as a chance to leave as Topper was fading on the couch. Half drunk and half fatigued, you left him behind you. 

Your cheeks blushed as you thought of your actions earlier that day as everything at this party reminded you of it. Any girl in matching jean shorts or any guy with blonde hair. Even the song playing as background noise had returned you to the bold moment you'd experienced without so much as his touch. 

The heat between your thighs returned as you wondered if you could satisfy it without returning with a guilty expression. But ultimately, your duties as a girlfriend would come first as Topper swayed as he stood. It was enough to make you roll your eyes and regret coming with him. 

Finishing the drink you'd made in the kitchen, you promised your mutual friends you would take him home when you came back from the restroom. Pushing through a selection of nameless guests, many of whom were friends of friends, you climbed the steps in a slow gait, no need to rush. But the second you broke from the stair and to the steady ground of the second floor, you were taken into a bedroom. The door closed behind you and a familiar scent of sea, marijuana, and salt exposing his identity. 

"I don't like games, princess..." 

"Who said I was playing anything?" You asked with a grin wide enough to be noted in the darkness. 

"You couldn't afford to play with me..." You teased, the smirk heard in your words as you could feel his scoff, see his dimples, read the sin behind his eyes. The very sin you were responsible for not even a handful of hours prior. 

"Who says I want to?" 

"You're here..."

"Because I'm tired of you Kooks thinking you can do whatever you want without repercussions." Your lips parted in surprise. 

"A big word for you, Maybank, gold star..." 

"Think you're cute, huh? Think every guy is just dying to take you out? Buy you flowers?" He took a step closer, the extent of his body felt as he pinned you to the door at your back. The wood creaking as you turned to view it before turning back to him. But once you had, you were a centimeter from his face as the edge of his nose brushed yours. 

"I don't want to date you. I don't want to be nice to you." He set his palms on the wall on either side of you. 

"I want to fuck you." 

"What's it like to want?"

"That's right..." He slowly nodded, "You don't, do you? Want a necklace or some bracelet and you scheme one of your monetary idiots to get it...daddy buys everything for you...right? Guys lining up from here to The Cut for a chance with you? Well...they must not be doing it right if you were touching yourself in broad daylight to get my attention..." His hand was on your hip, a thumb extended to your seam. 

"So you have it...what are you gonna do with it?" He teased as your fingers rushed through his hair as you pulled him into you. The curiosity to know his kiss was no longer an unknown. His lips were softer in ambition and existence than you could have imagined, worsened by the smirk that crafted by your initiation. 

"Who says I want it?" He appeared indifferent before those fingers brushed your clothed clit. A short skirt making this easy as your back arched from the wall. 

"Every inch of you...Jesus, can Kooks do anything right?" His second hand came to your breast before you could defend the group in which you belonged. But trust funds and money could not teach them what experience he brought onto you. The perfect motions of his touch, tormenting you just enough to be unbearable and the occasional peace brought in the pleasure offered for only a moment. 

"Apparently you didn't come hard enough earlier if you're still this wet...this desperate...So let me show you how to do it properly..." He set your own fingers to your sex , mimicking how his fingers danced just moments prior, but with the pads of your own touch. 

"Maybe you don't have to risk touching yourself on my side of the island just to get my attention...." Your mouth pulled apart. "Maybe you can just get yourself ready for me..." His fingers suddenly withdrew as he had you nearly panting for him. His name, a near plea on your lips. Your body tremulous in the desperation of his touch. 

"Let's see what sounds a princess makes when she makes herself come for a dirty pogue..." The way your fingers fisted his shirt widened his smirk as you pulled him harder into you. His scoff felt at your parted lips. You needed more. All of him. But as you ventured to capture a kiss, he retracted. 

"You aren't in control here, sweetheart. You had your fun. Now it's my turn..." With your fingers still active between your lower lips, he pulled you to the bed you had forgotten was even present in the room. Yet, he wouldn't allow you the comfort of a rest. As you went to sit, he took hold of the back of your neck and pounded his fingers into you. 

"You don't say a fucking word. Listen to how wet you are...listen to your body wanting me." He spoke against you, forehead at rest to yours that strained beneath him. 

"Don't come-"

"JJ-" He scoffed. 

"This isn't the part where you scream my name..." To this you were offered a few more pumps before being pushed to the bed. 

"I want to watch closer." He explained, standing between your legs and unlatching his belt. His rings catching the light of the window as you craved the fingers against you. Inside of you. Pinning you. Anything! It was maddening. 

"I want you..."

"Probably the first time in your life to want..." You gasped as he pulled you further to the bed, closer to him. 

"You wanted to show me...so show me..." His voice was low. Guttural. Threatening even as you began to stroke yourself. Some forbidden chord set in a perfect rhythm as he lowered, sending your eyes to roll. But the lower his descension, the wider your legs would be pulled until your knees were against the bed. 

"Faster-" He instructed, his mouth parting, nearly watering, as you toyed with yourself for him. 

"I just showed you how...you can do better than that..." He patronized as you narrowed your eyes. 

"JJ-"

"Just what would all your little friends say to you touching on yourself for a pogue? Hmm? Calling out his name?" His fingers swiped around you motions. "Dripping for me?" His mouth parted as he licked his lips. 

"And Jesus, you are dripping…fuck…"

"I don't care.."

"No? So you don't care if they hear you?" 

"No!"

"Don't. Come."

"JJ!" 

"Faster." He forced your hand to make the speed you hesitated to. At the moment as your body became lost to the sensations, he retreated. 

"Well I don't want anyone to hear you. Can't ruin my reputation thinking I want some bratty little Kook."

You were breathless. Winded. Even more desperate for him that you were in the car-even ten seconds prior. 

"JJ..." 

"For the first time in your life, you're going to do it yourself. You want it...take it..." He motioned down to his pants. You moved from your elbows and closer to him. 

"Go on..." He continued as your eyes flashed to him. But as your gaze fell to take in his anatomy as it was pulled by your activation, he pulled your hair slowly. 

"Keep your eyes on me..." You didn't fight him as you only lowered to your knees and pulled his shorts to his ankles. An intimidating yet aesthetically pleasing cock teasing your kiss. A teasing peck set on the edge as he breathed a simple deep exhale. 

"Don't act all sweet. You wanted to be a whore, so take me in the back of your throat like one-" He gasped with the depth in which you took him. The same depth you kept and released as he bent over you and grilled onto the bed. 

"Fuck!"

It was the only utterance he was able to make. Your name sounded too innocent and God himself shied away as he called on his wavering faith. You were his anchor, his pain, his pleasure, and at this moment, his vice. Your hand twisted from base to tip as you  broke for breath. 

"Enough..." He winced weakly, hoping you'd be more desperate than him. But your suction and hollowed cheeks, the vibration from your moaning, all of this became too much too quickly. He was spilling into you despite his best efforts, forcing him to pull you on conviction. You were allowed even a breath before being turned on the bed. 

"My way, princess...like the whore you are..." He smacked your ass, making you gasp, before he arranged himself with a condom. You looked back in the nick of time to watch him align his cock with you and slip in effortlessly, you holding him like a vice once he bottomed out. 

"Goddamnit-" he grunted. 

"I know you aren't a virgin, but you're too fucking tight to be the whore I thought you were...maybe you just need the right dick, right?" You bit your lip.

Plowing into you, you were unhinged before him, a vessel as your release was on the other side of his mercy. 

"JJ!" You shrieked as he swipes your ass again. 

"Look at me...Watch me fuck you..." 

"I can't..." You explained as he pulled you at an angle in which your leg would come to rest at his shoulder. 

"No more fucking excuses." He spat, eyes wide for a moment as his lips parted in pain of a rush of stimulation. Too much pleasure. Too much of you. 

"You like that?"

"Yes...." You groaned. 

"Tell me it feels good..."

"It..." He took his hand around your breast, a pinch made to your nipples as you trembled. Your legs taking on a life of their own as they were kept locked by his motions.

"You like being fucked like this, don't you sweetheart…can't even tell me how good it is…" Not a nerve untouched as your eyes pryed open to take in the way he responded to you. The look across his expression, the sweat gathering at his naked chest, you could recall had been made bare, and the animalistic groans and grunts acted accordingly to the rise of your release. That close release, too deep and too favored to be truly appreciated. 

"Tell me..." He almost begged, a wince of unbearable pleasure making his cadence alter as he bent your leg to your chest as he pulled over you. His grip eating into the sheets beside you for stability as he rooted into you. Your cervix teased and tested as he pounded ok repetition. Pain quickly eased by pleasure as you moaned in accordance to him. 

"JJ!"

"Fucking tell me how good I feel or you-"

"You feel so good!"

"Better than him?" 

"Fuck, yes!" 

"Beg me to let you come. Tell me you want me to make you come..." He spoke through accelerated thrusts. Your body gliding easily beneath his as you continued. 

"Make me come."

"I said beg. You demand enough."

"Please!" With a recline of corrected posture he spit on your clit unnecessary for anything aside from the aesthetic of eroticism between you, before rubbing vicious circles. Your body rose from itself. Ethereal life and deaths at war to claim you first until pleasure won overall. Your body in tremors your eyes pulled into a roll, and your voice silent following that whimper of release. You looked over him, a gush granting his final thrusts at ease as he tightened and relinquished himself in that final flex before kissing you. 

"You pull another stunt like that in public sweetheart, and THAT happens on the hood of whatever car whose seat you're leaving wet." He retracted from you. 

"No matter whose car it is." 

"JJ..." 

"Until you can learn to keep these dry, I'll take em for ya..." He stole your panties from the floor before setting his shirt over his damp skin. 

"See ya 'round, princess."

If you could have walked, you would have followed him far enough into the hall to berate him. If anything, to demand he return your underwear. But a part of you liked the fact he had a piece of you. 

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[katsona-the-katsequel]

Background Events: Persona Experimentation

Unethical experimentation on Persona Users has been happening since the beginning. But how has it evolved until now?

Warning: Some speculation will be involved.

TW: Human Experimentation

The Beginning

We don't have an exact date for when experiments related to Personas and the Collective Unconscious began. Phil and Nyarly's bet had been going for some time by the time IF took place. However, if we had to place a true beginning to the experiments, we would have to go with Stephen and the Demon Summoning Program. Along with Kyouji Kuzunoha, he's the only SMT character who's also canon to Persona. Makes sense, considering his weird transcendent nature. The tale may vary between franchises, but the Persona version goes like this:

By unknown means, Stephen managed to create the Terminal System to travel through computer networks. Since he's in a wheelchair in IF, then this Stephen also managed to connect to the Expanse (located in the Collective Unconscious) with the Terminal System. Since he didn't have a way to communicate with the demon who crossed and no Persona to defend himself, Stephen was was attacked and subsequentaly crippled. All of this had to have happened before 1996 for the timeline to make sense (Side Note: This also tells a lot about Stephen, since the incident had the perfect conditions for an Awakening).

The incident led Stephen to create the Demon Summoning Program, probably for personal use, since there was no upcoming war to prepare to (that Stephen could have known of). For some unknown reason, Stephen chose to upload the only copies of the program in the computers of Karukozaka High School. Was he an alumni? Did Stephen realize teens had more probability of connecting with the Expanse? Were Karu High's computers just that good? Who knows. Only Hazama and Tamaki took the program serious enough to use it, even if it was against each other. But that's a story for another time.

Like St. Hermelin would in a few months, Karu High briefly made the news before the entire incident was forgotten. That is highly suspicious on itself. My assumption is that there truly were some experimentation going on before this, amd they made sure to silence the press and make sure the students didn't snitch. Since Tamaki managed to hide among the student population as another victim (probably with Stephen's help), they never questioned her on her abilities nor disappeared her.

But who are they? Well...

SEBEC

The first formal organization seeking to gain a foothold in the Collective Unconscious was the Japanese branch of SEBEC, leadered by Takahisa Kandori. Their story goes like this:

When Kandori took over as head branch of SEBEC, they began to undertake the creation of a device capable of transporting matter from one place to another. Kind of like a portal. This had the main objective of helping to lower freight costs of imports and exports. Maybe even erasing them entirely. Key contributors were Setsuko Sonomura (an engineering specialist) and Dr. Nicholai (a scientist). Kandori kept the project so under wraps that those involved basically lived in the installations. Together they created the Dimension Variable Accelerator System, or DEVA System. However, they also pulled a Backrooms and accidentally connected to the Collective Unconscious.

It is probably at this point that Kandori awoke to his Persona, which was hijacked by the real Nyarlathotep. And thus, Kandori became a puppet in The Great Bet while believing he was achieving world domination or something like that. "But, Kati," I can hear you saying, "all of that was about the Collective Unconscious. Aside from Kandori, there were no Persona Users working with SEBEC".

Oh? OH? So quickly you forget about him?

Takeda. The man, the myth, the barely remembered NPC. All we know about him is that he is Kandori's right-hand man, the head of security at SEBEC and a Persona User. We don't even know what his Persona is, only that its couldn't handle the combined forces of the St. Hermelin students. His existence does imply something deeper: SEBEC is already employing Persona Users to their cause. They probably didn't know much about the phenomena (understandable, since they had just finished the DEVA System) and didn't have a definitive way of figuring out who could be a User and who couldn't. For all they knew this could be random. And so, a not-so-stellar security guard rose to become the second-hand man of the main antagonist. Just because he had the same power as him.

As we know, Kandori and SEBEC failed. But what was the fate of the staff that worked on the DEVA System? What about the little knowledge of the Collective Unconscious they had?

New World Order

Due to Nyarly's meddling, the NWO was founded in 1979 after they found Kiyotada Sumaru's head. They might have had supernatural advice from an ancient head and the backup of one of the most powerful beings in the Persona Universe, but no real Persona Users. Not one of those people had their shit together. The closest thing they had was Chizuru Ishigami, who was a sorcerer (most probable given true power by the Rumor Curse). When the time was right, we can assume Nyarly guided them to the remnants of Kandori's fuck up. The NWO revived Kandori and began their recruitment of the now-lost scientists and inventors. The NWO gave more freedom to their researchers than SEBEC did, which eventually led to the beginning of true human experimentation.

We don't see the worst of it unless you play Tatsuya's Scenario, where the hints they leave us are enough to call for a second Doctors' Trial.

Yikes. And this was only one known experiment.

Like SEBEC before them, the NWO also fell. But they weren't the only ones running supernatural and unethical experiments in 1999.

Kirijo Group

With the creation of the Dark Hour, demons shadows weren't only a danger of the Collective Unconscious anymore, at least, as far as the Kirijo Group knew. Now those in the know had to watch themselves every night to avoid being attacked by them. They couldn't always rely on the perfected version of the Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapons. That must have been the moment when they began to hear rumors of supernatural events in Sumaru City, which led them to the crumbling NWO.

As it turns out, the entire Death Incident a couple of months ago left a huge vacancy for their supernatural research division. And these guys seem like they have fresh ideas that might just solve their self-created problem! A secret scramble must have taken place where the Nanjo and Kirijo Groups tried to covet all the info and personnel that had anything to do with the NWO. Those who weren't important enough to know the truth behind Kiyotada Sumaru's head and their self-proclaimed high-class greatness could have become the precursors of the Conspiracy.

And so, the Kirijo Group now had better scientists, inventors and researchers than before, and more willing to dab on unethical territory. With the need for defense, the former NWO scientists must have suggested they try to create their own Persona Users, like the ones who kept barging into their labs back in Sumaru. Thing is, no one there knew how a Persona User came to be. They did seem to have the power to control a shadow to do their bidding... maybe all they had to do was link (whatever that meant) a human with a shadow. The survivors of these experiments would become bodyguards for the Kirijo Group's excursions to Tartarus. No one would last long, though.

Skip a couple of years and the unexpected happened:

A natural Persona Awakening.

Note was taken of the factors that had to do with the event: the User was a child and she had been in a highly stressful situation. This is how the Kirijo Group rounded up the 100 children they would experiment on to create Artificial Persona Users. All of them dying except for three: Takaya Sakaki, Jin Shirato and Chidori Yoshino (and Sho Minazuki). This violation to the Nuremberg Code probably fell to the side when Mitsuru found and recruited two natural Persona Users on her own. Nothing like flushing dozens of children's lives down the toilet.

We must remember that the Kirijo Group didn't know everything about Personas, and so believed that the stressful situation with a dash of fear of death was necessary every time the User wanted fo summon their Persona. And so Evokers were created. Better not think of the trial and error that led to those inventions. Nor the one that helped create Persona Suppressants.

Who cares if three failed lab rats ran away? Now the Kirijo Group had true Persona Users with them.

A lot happened after that, but that is a story for another day. What about the hypothetical precursors to the Conspiracy formed from the high-profile members of the NWO? The ones that fell through the cracks during the power vacuum?

The Antisocial Force

For once, this wasn't Nyarly's fault. The basic rich bitches would have remained basic rich bitches if it wasn't for Yaldabaoth. The creation of the Shadow Operatives and the less restrictive hold on Kirijo Group employees probably made all that Persona and Collective Unconscious experimentation more of an open secret in the science community. And like hypnosis, this is one secret that most didn't believe until they witnessed it themselves. Not all were skepticals, and those interested were recruited by Masayoshi Shido for the creation of the Antisocial Force.

They would be the new oppressive entity in this area, suppressing information and giving stitches to snitches. This wouldn't stop "Cognitice Psience" from becoming an increasingly popular field. Who knows what kind of experiments happened in and out of the Antisocial Force. They couldn't have been the only ones.

If there is one thing the new Kirijo Group managed to contain, was the knowledge of the creation of Persona Users. The Antisocial Force didn't even have the research from the original NWO scientists that would help them create Artificial Users. Yaldy had to put an already-Awakened Goro Akechi in Shido's path for them to have a User. And even with an actual User, they couldn't replicate the circumstances that could have helped create more. I doubt Akechi was very helpful with that, though. Can't have any potential substitutes for his job.

Nah, the Antisocial Force's forte would never be Persona Users, but rather humanity's cognition.

So, what was the order of events?

Stephen created the Terminal System and began working on the Demon Summoning Program.

SEBEC began working on the DEVA System.

Stephen completed the Demon Summoning Program.

SEBEC finished the DEVA System and, after Kandori's Awakening, began to recruit Persona Users (at least one other than Kandori).

After SEBEC's fall, the New World Order recruited the staff that worked in the DEVA System.

The NWO began to experiment with demons and humans.

The Kirijo Group hired all the scientists and inventors from the NWO.

The Kirijo Group began to create Artificial Persona Users.

After Mitsuru's Awakening, the Kirijo Group focused on children experimentation.

The Antisocial Force began to recruit experts in cognitive psience for personal experiments.

[carnivorousyandeere]

tw: dubcon

my lil dream is darling admitting to marcus physical contact/physical affection/sex??? makes them uncomfortable becos of their past (if you know, you know) but it's something that torments darling becos it makes them feel like a freak. like darling wishes they could be more physically affectionate with hypothetical significant others and be able to have sex like others have sex.... and marcus instantly is like (: interesting (: well we could defo do something abt that (:

IDK YOU SAID SEX THERAPY AND I IMMEDIATELY GOD I WANT IT SO BAD

marcus starts off with just soft light touches and darling is trembling becos touch from others has always hurt and it pains marcus to see darling like that but now he gets to introduce gentle touch to them. he skims his hand across their skin and darling is so brave, eyes fluttering close, focusing on the touch.

then it escalates from there every session. marcus is always so gentle, so encouraging, so loving. they hold hands for long periods of time. they hug. after a certain session, they start sitting side by side every single session. eventually, even that escalates to darling sitting on marcus' lap, his arms wrapping around her waist.

idk abt marcus but MAYBE he likes the way that every single session, darling trembles under his touch but darling puts on a brave face anyway. like a rabbit that so desperately wants to run away from a predator but, instead, decides to face it head on. something abt it whets his appetite?

eventually, darling happily tells marcus that they've started to really recover and that they've incorporated what they've learned in therapy. they've started being okay shaking hands with friends! isn't that great??

of course it is! except, no, internally, marcus isn't okay with it. becos he liked being the only one. he liked his darling exclusively being his. so he ups the stakes.

he starts slipping his hands under their clothes, fingers skimming across their hips, across their waist, across their thighs. darling trembles, wondering if this is right but... marcus knows best doesn't he?

then marcus cups darling's cheeks and soundly kisses them. darling wants to pull away but marcus is stronger and so, instead, trembling so very much, darling returns the gesture. becos..... marcus...... maybe..... marcus knows what he's doing...... right?

and then marcus tells darling next session they'll really practice intimacy and darling can't tell if the feeling in their stomach is anxiety or butterflies.

ANON WHO ARE YOU. WHO GAVE YOU THE KEYS TO MY BRAIN?? Same wavelength it’s kinda scary 😳

Iykyk— I think I get what you’re putting down. That wasn’t exactly my experience, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that.

( MDNI )

CW: dubcon, abuse of power/authority, EXTREMELY unethical therapy practices, manipulation

Marcus has you in his lap, facing him, positioned just so that you won’t feel his hardness. He doesn’t want to scare you by having you feel that— this is about you, about making you feel better.

You cling tightly onto his shoulders, eyes shut and lips trembling as his hand travels under your waist band to gently stroke you through your underwear.

He leans in to press a soft kiss to your hairline, reminding you as he always does that it’s okay, you’re safe with him. He won’t hurt you. You can ask him to stop any time and he will. You nod, eyes still screwed tightly shut. Marcus keeps his pace steady and touches light, waiting for the tension in your body to unspool and melt into a different sort of tension.

When he notices your breathing become shallower, Marcus pauses and moves back to cup your face in one hand. Your eyes flutter open, dark and hazy.

“Do you need me to stop?” He asks softly.

“…..No,” you whisper, before letting your eyes close again and nuzzling into his hand. “Please….?”

He smiles softly at how cute you are, despite the pain of seeing you so obviously struggling, and leans in to kiss away the little tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“It’s okay if you’re enjoying this,” he whispers. “It’s okay to feel good. This is supposed to feel good. You deserve to feel good.”

You shake your head no at that, beginning to really cry.

Marcus shushes you, wiping the tears away, “But it’s also okay for it not to feel good. You’re allowed to feel however you feel, and if it doesn’t feel good we’ll stop.”

When you don’t respond, Marcus sighs a little, fighting the urge to hug you closer to comfort you. “It’s alright, that’s enough for today. You did so well for me.”

He tries to move you off his lap to sit next to him and bring you some tissues— he can’t possibly let you leave his office like this, so wounded and vulnerable— but you just cling tighter to him and shake your head again, eyes still screwed shut and head turned down in shame.

“P-please… please don’t stop, Marcus…”

His heart stutters in his chest. How could he possibly refuse your heartfelt plea?

[thisbarbiereallylikesbirds]

Who is the second biological parent of the kids? Like the first is obviously splinter but who is the second? Or are they biologically engineered so they don't really have second? And your au is fun to read

First of all, thank you I'm very glad that you like the au :) :) :)

As for your questions, it's honestly something that I've asked myself several times and struggled to find an answer for that I like.

The main issue is that most of my human aus are more "human" aus since the boys technically are still turtles, they just wear cloaking broaches and as a result grow up thinking that they're humans. This isn't the case in this au, they straight up are just regular humans.

So the lack of magic/alchemy plus the fact that Draxum is unable to do unethical experiments on anyone since he is granted legal custody of the kids kinda makes things difficult.

All that being said, here is my current lore for how the boys came to be (keep in mind that this might change in the future).

TW: mentions of a car wreck and the injuries coming from that, depression, human experimentation

Back in the late 90's after breaking up with his long term girlfriend, Lou Jitsu was in a pretty serious car wreck. It left him with some scarring, a pretty serious back injury, and chronic pain. As a result, he retired from acting. He lived off of the money he'd made from the last Lou Jitsu movie but eventually it became clear that he'd need to get another job. So, when he was contacted by a scientist offering him a shocking amount of money to participate in some genetic testing, he was more than happy to accept.

Little did he know, the DNA samples he provided were actually mixed with Draxum's DNA to create what would hopefully be perfect little super soldiers. After finding this out he pulled both him and his new sons out of the experiment. Eventually the experiment was shut down due to lack of subjects to work on.

Draxum, of course, was frustrated and decided that the best course of revenge for ruining his perfect experiment would be to get shared custody of the boys (a choice that totally won't backfire).

Most of this isn't too relevant to the au though as it's mostly just the boys messing around being adorable.

Thank you for asking!!