#warning for possible omori spoilers at the bottom of the post

[avispraeda]

I'm constantly stuck in the crushing rift between "keep all of your ideas secret and surprise people when they're ready" and "share your ideas-in-progress because who knows if they'll ever be ready"

So anyway if anyone happens to be curious, here's a brief list of current multichapter wips I'm bouncing between like a puppy excitedly taking a bite out of every food bowl around them! They're all TreyRid focused btw lol

The Beach Villa Fic

Rook invites some buddies to one of his family villas in the Sunshine Lands over Spring Break, but the situation spirals wildly out of control and suddenly the whole student cast is involved. Shenanigans ensue.

Been in the works since Book 6 first dropped in JP, a warm-up for MNP chapters that grew and grew and haha oops. Sort of a drabble collection, sort of tied together by an overarching plot. Though it's TreyRid focused, this is a fic where some minor background pairings may or may not also pop up👀. This is a double-edged sword though as it means I have to figure out how to write a lot of people, even if I cut the cast down to a fraction of its size, and that's more or less the main block stopping me from really knuckling down even though the Stitch event in JP gave me ideas.

The Freedom Fic

After coming to terms with some capital-T Things, Riddle decides to take his own path in life and moves out of his family home in the summer of his third year following a falling out with his mom. His summer is spent with Trey's family, where he gets effectively adopted as one of them while working through Some More Things.

Started shortly after finishing MNP. Not really a sequel but definitely influenced by it. Originally just meant to be pure sugary feel-good fluff, and then I went and added angst as per usual. Still mostly just cute stuff though because I like cute stuff and I write for me. Just like the Beach fic, the main block is having to write a lot of people, with the added caveat of trying to cobble together and develop Trey's family. The siblings are the bane of my existence.

The Crossover Fic

A mysterious phenomena overtakes NRC, and while investigating the Heartslabyul crew get whisked away to a strange, blank world. With the help of some eccentric locals, they must find a way home while surviving the wrath of a Queen who should not exist.

My current fic fixation (fic-xation, ha), though who knows how long that'll last. Entirely For ME, the most self-indulgent thing. Not explicitly a crossover in that two properties are colliding, but in that the concept of one is used as the basis for the story with the characters of another. Which property it is is part of the surprise ;) Despite having a decently sized cast with OCs made from the ground-up, the biggest block is actually just plain ol' real life things. Sucks.

Also may or may not be another collaboration! Though possibly not quite as intertwined as MNP and NTYH and again, due to irl circumstances that's up in the air.

Honorable mentions:

The Horror Fic: Trey and Riddle are again whisked away, and must brave a wilderness full of hostile creatures and disease. Meant to be more of a tense survival-horror style romp compared to the big one above. Guaranteed to never see the light of day.

The Trey Fic: MNP from the perspective of Trey, continues beyond the original story and explores his experience with therapy because boy you are not immune to traumatic events. Only exists in notes and one-off scenes. Maybe some day.

The Other Crossover Fic: The only non-ship fic. Omori but it's with Idia. If you know, you know. Only in planning, no actual writing to be had yet.

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

Grief (in OMORI)

After unspeakable tragedy, the five friends left behind grieve differently.

A study of Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, Hero, and Kel's grief. Soul-Crushing Angst. Part Fanfiction; Part Analysis. Cross Posted to AO3.

(Warnings for Soul-Crushing Angst, Grief, Depression, Referenced Canonical Character Death, and Heavy Themes. Canon Typical OMORI warnings and MAJOR Omori Spoilers)

Sunny’s grief is quiet. He fades into shadowy corners watching his mother’s wailing with stormy eyes, but he doesn’t make a sound. He hasn’t spoken a word since Mari died—not that he talked much to begin with, but now there’s nothing he could even want to say. He can’t stand speaking to an empty room, waiting for that familiar laugh or the lilted, tinkly voice of his sister that would never come. He’d never hear her voice again, never hear her laugh, never hear the sounds of her piano playing.

The house is quiet without her. There’s no laughter. No music. No sound besides the violent sobbing of his mother. Silence has never been so deafening. He hides in the comfort of his mind where she’ll laugh and talk again, forever because the guilt of knowing why the world’s gone silent is too much for him to bear.

His father thinks him cold and unfeeling because he won’t talk—won’t wail and weep like his mother or his friends, but painful tears struggle free from the corners of his burning eyes. They catch in his eyelashes, trickle down his cheeks—pained but silent. He feels the loss of her like losing a part of himself. It’s more painful than he could ever have the words to explain, so he doesn’t even try. His mother says that talking about it might make him feel better, but he doesn’t feel he has the right to that anymore, not after what he’s done. He silenced Mari and the world along with her, so he silences himself. 

(Continues Under the Cut)

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Basil’s grief is destructive. It eats him alive from the inside until tears stream out of his bloodshot eyes like a faucet. He weeps unconsolably from the moment he gets up in the morning until he cries himself to sleep at night. He doesn’t think he will ever stop crying. He doesn’t think he deserves to.

Even thinking about Mari brings tears to his eyes to the point where he can’t even remember her—can’t even hold on to the good memories. The pages of his photo album are all colored out now as if that could somehow erase them. He doesn’t feel he deserves them anymore. He doesn’t deserve to remember her happy—to remember her as anything more than contorted, still, and lifeless at the bottom of those stairs or swinging limply in the wind from the limb of that tree outside.

It almost doesn’t feel real. A part of him still wakes up hoping it was all some horrible nightmare, but it wasn’t. It isn’t. Mari’s gone and playing a role in that means he doesn’t deserve to remember her. His grief will destroy him.

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Aubrey’s grief is volatile—loud. She cries and screams as if the sounds of her wailing could somehow bring Mari back. But she knows that it won’t. Most days, she feels like she’s falling down a dark, bottomless pit without anything to catch her—without anything to hold onto. She can’t make sense of it—how something like this could happen. Why it would.

Her hands clinch into fists, throw things at walls of her room, pound into her pillow as she screams because she doesn’t have the words for the pain she’s feeling. Then, everything goes quiet, and she weeps.

The weight of a world without Mari is too heavy for her small, trembling shoulders. She’ll have to make them stronger.

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Hero’s grief is overwhelming. It crushes him until he can’t breathe. He hasn’t been able to catch his breath since he heard she was gone. He feels like he’s drowning in pitch black darkness—dark water seeping into his nose and mouth if he tries to breathe, drowning out any cry for help he could possibly make. But he doesn’t make them. He doesn’t deserve to—not after he didn’t love her enough. If he had, maybe she’d still be here. The truth that she isn’t constricts and strangles like a chain around his heart, a crushing weight he’ll carry for the rest of his life. He crumbles under it.

Every time he thinks he’s finally stopped crying, the tears keep falling again. He can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t do anything but stare blankly at the ceiling of his room, tortured by guilt, by “what ifs,” by questions of if there was anything he could have done, if there was any way he could have saved her. But he is too weak. He can’t even save himself.

He always believed the sun shined brighter whenever Mari smiled, but he knows that better now because losing her has completely snuffed it out. The world is dark now, and Hero drowns in it.

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Kel’s grief is aching like the dulled pain of an old injury when it rains. There’s an empty space in his heart now and it pangs every time he finds himself turning to say something to her or wanting to show her something or tell her a story only to realize that she isn’t there and that she isn’t going to be there ever again.

He doesn’t cry as much as Hero or Aubrey or Basil, and he worries it isn’t enough—worries it means he didn’t care about her enough. But he knows he did. He had to because even if it doesn’t always bring tears to his eyes, something breaks a little in him every time he realizes he’ll never make her laugh or make her smile again.

He tries to think of what would make her happy, if there’s anything he could do to make her happy now. All he can think is that she wouldn’t want another person crying for her, so he tries his best to heal, to remember the good times, and to smile when he thinks of her, even if his smiles are a little bittersweet, a little empty now.

He worries that his friends don’t remember how to be anything but sad and grief-stricken. Worries he’ll never see his brother smile again, will never see Basil without bloodshot, weeping eyes, will never see Aubrey without gritted teeth and clinched fists as she blinks back tears, will never see Sunny again at all. Kel’s grief isn’t just losing Mari—it’s losing everyone. It’s watching them suffer without anything he can do to fix it. Left wondering if any of them will ever truly be happy again. Wondering if they even can be in world without Mari, even when he knows that’s what would make her happy.

He’s never felt so helpless, and maybe that’s what hurts worst of all.