#daginy asks

Oh my god you’ve got to be kidding me. Uhhh. I- I mean you do understand I’m not comfortable with the idea of sex or murder right.

That being said.

I guess Hadean’s the only one I can stand being in the same room for any period of time in. Sipara’s already seen me. Mostly naked? So yoi know. Have sex with her I guess.

Right because it’s the AGES that are the problem here and not the fact that every single one of these people would cull me without a second thought. Though they are all like. Old.

I. I’d cull Lyrian probably. Out of the three I can stand her the least. Yknow. Because. You know.

Um. Pale with Vadaya because you know maybe if he doesn’t know who I am and I actually real life catfish him I could maybe pick up some details and not have him murder me on sight. Dangerous gambit. Would not actually attempt.

1)

II: go away. 

II: just fucking leave 

II: you don’t know anything leave me alone

2) 

BB: wtf happened dude

BB: like even before all that fucked up shit with aubade

BB: you just dropped off the grid for perigees

BB: like physeli had to tell us you were even alive

BB: i thought we were friends

3)

II: what’s the point even

II: you should ditch me

II: i’m useless now anyway you shouldn’t keep me around i’m a liability

4)

BB: you’re being a huge dick about this like wtf

BB: we’re on your side, we all lost a lot saving your ass and you’re being ungrateful. 

BB:  i don’t see what’s so hard about it. 

BB: well

BB: i guess i don’t get a lot about the thing. you know. the thing. 

BB:

BB: yeah i can’t even imagine honestly. 

BB: sorry. 

5)

II: you should have left me to die

II: you’re such an idiot, if i had just died, there would have been nothing left to follow up on. 

II: 

II: sorry i know it’s just bc you care

SENT TEXTS: 

II: i don’t know what’s wrong with me

II: idk just leave me alone you don’t need to deal with this. 

BB: dude you’ve got a lot on your plate 

BB: like you’re in a lot of pain

BB: just

BB: can you just trust that we’re not going to hurt you 

BB: we’ve got your back

II: 

II: sorry. i 

II: i didn’t realize that was coming across i guess

II: but yeah i 

Daginy Chamae | Neuja City | 7 sweeps, 15 years old

You’re quickly overwhelmed, and outnumbered. Your face gets introduced to the concrete as your hands get pulled back behind you. You’ve definitely made to many mistakes this time around, and it’s probably gonna get you killed. 

“That’s Arneas’ midget innit?” Gilras, the small time drug lord you’ve been following bends down, to look over at you. You stare up at her as you feel a ziptie close around your wrists. “He’s tryin’ to intrude on my turf?” 

“J-just checking up on how you were doing,” you stutter. “It’s not- I can tell him there’s nothing going on- he knows where I am. It’ll be a declaration of war. I can help you even– I-” 

She squats down at you and pats your head. 

“Threw in with the wrong crew now, sweetheart,” she says. “Now I got no time for double dealing traitors, but war is what I want.”

Oh you’re dead, you’re so dead. You wanted the war too, technically. With a gang war on the streets, the policeradicators would be too busy to pay attention to what you were planning, but.. you weren’t planning on it starting like this. 

“Bag ‘em and drop them in the drink,” she says, and her lieutenants pull out a duffel bag. “We don’t need Arneas on our ass before my say so.” 

It’s not the first time you’ve cursed how small you are. You break a nose with a flailing foot, but they slap some tape on your mouth and slot you in the bag without too much trouble otherwise. 

It’s suffocating in there, as you kick and struggle as you’re hauled away. You’re so fucking dead. The lieutenants around you joke and laugh, like they’re not about to murder you, and the tape muffles your outrage. 

Your stomach drops as they swing the bag back and forth and send you swinging, and you can hear the wind whistling past the bag as you go up, and then down as gravity deserts you and you can feel yourself fall and fall and fall. 

You hit the water like a brick, and scream as you think your shoulder breaks, or at least your upper arm, and a few ribs- tears run down your face as you hyperventilate as water seeps into the bag swallowing you up as you try to grab whatever air you can before you’re completely submerged. 

You’re so so so so dead. You try, in that cramped bag, to bring your hands to the front, trying to force past the pain enough to do something. Instead you have to gasp, and instead of air you take in water, and when you try again, all you do is take in more, and now your air sacs are soggy and in pain– you kind of wish they picked a less painful way to kill you. 

Something grabs the bag, and suddenly you’re moving– pulled in some direction you’ve lost track of already as you fight not to take in too much water. Maybe some weird river monster is going to eat you before you can drown. That might be preferable even!

You feel something push up against the bottom of the bag and it turns out the direction is up- two distinct hands hoisting you above the water. You choke– the pain in your bones intensifying as they’re suddenly affected by gravity again, your body shaking as it chokes up water, forcing its way past the gag as it drains from the bag. 

You’re placed on solid ground, and when the bag opens up, you look up at a freckle faced seadweller with buck teeth and short hair that’s still dripping wet. Three dogs peer down at you with him, and you’re bewildered as one of them bends over and licks your face. 

You freeze, wheezing slightly, unsure what she’s going to do with you, when she grins. 

“Well howdy do,” she says. “Here I though I was rescuin’ puppies and kittens but I diddly darn fished myself out a troll! M’name’s Rickly.” 

She reaches down and takes the tape off your face from where it was flapping pushes the bag back down from around your face. 

“What’s yours?” she asks. You blink back up at her, astonished. You’re under the bridge, you’re pretty sure. There’s a little camp set up down here, and you besides the three dogs, there’s a whole herd of animals watching you from a distance. 

“D’you talk?” she asks, leaning forward again. “Y’need help? Oh dangnabit you’ve been tied up this whole time and I ain’t got a single notice in my pan.” 

She busies herself, and you can’t help but flinch when she touches you, which hurts your bones even more. You’re shaking too hard to speak, as the realization finally sinks in. 

You’re not… dead. 

—

You spend the next few nights with Rickly under the bridge, with her flock of animals. You’re hurt pretty bad, but she helps you stick your arm into a sling and feeds you along with the rest of her rescues.

You’re not even close to 100% when you leave, but you need to make a call. Your own palmhusk is busted, dead in the water. You palm a palmhusk and you dial a number you made sure to memorize before everything. 

“Arneas?” you whisper into it. “It’s Tinnic, Gilras, she’s- no! Help– help, it’s the place at thirty fourth and twent-”

You’re four and you’re having fun.

“Nu-uh,” you crow, throwing down your card. It’s shiny holographic Fisheul and it has 120 HP. And like three attacks. “Look I win!”

“No way!” Lystic says, throwing his hand up. “My Braehnun is resistant to water type attacks!”

“No it’s not, you cheater!” you exclaim and throw your handful of cards at him. He shrieks with laughter and throws his own at you and you jump at him. He scrambles out of the way, and you give chase laughing.

You pounce and you all crash into the coffee table, sending it and all the fiduspawn cards sprawling to the ground.

“Ow!” Lystic cries from under you and you scramble off of him. He’s face first on the floor and you shake him by the shoulder.

“Are you okay?” you exclaim. He pushes himself up, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” he says, but when he looks up at you his nose has a smear of something sunbright yellow. It takes you just long enough for Lystic to touch his nose and start, to realize it’s blood.

He’s staring at you, his eyes wide as he whispers, “You won’t tell anyone right?”

You shake your head.

“Is that why you wear grey?” you whisper back, and he nods.

“Why don’t you wear yellow?” you ask. “Then people won’t ask what color you are at all.”

You asked him about it when you first met and he said he didn’t want to talk about it so you were confused but you didn’t push.

“I don’t wanna lie,” he says. “So I’m not.”

It’s starting to sink it in. If anyone finds out Lystic is off spectrum, he’s going to be culled. You really don’t want him to die.

“It’s okay,” you declare and grab his hand. “I’ll protect you.”

And you can. It only takes a bit of power to dull the sun in his blood to something more on spectrum.

“See?” You gesture for him to look, and he swipes his nose with his other hand. It takes a moment’s concentration for you to maintain the illusion with the movement, but you get it done.

He stares at you with wide eyes and tackles you into a hug and you both hit the ground again.

“Daginy!” He cries. “Thank you!”

“Gross you’re still bleeding!” you yell.

----

4: How does your OC behave typically under severe stress?

Kind of depends on the stressor. If it’s something they’re expecting or confronting currently or if it’s something that takes them by surprise. If it’s too many projects that they’ve taken on or something they usually buckle down, ignore everything else and work that to-do list. Otherwise they clam up and run away lmfao. 

5: What calms your OC down the best under severe stress?

Removing the stressors. Like obviously getting stuff done so it’s not worrying them anymore or removing themself from places of stress will help them calm down, but also like. Dark quiet places with multiple exits also help.

Having people they trust just be there in the room helps too but that’s a lot harder for them bc of said paranoia issues. They don’t trust easily. 

9: What maladaptive behavioral models in your OC’s personality do they have to struggle with the most?

Lmfao omg they run away from everything they can’t handle. It’s not even like something that happens on purpose it’s the only way they know how to deal with that kind of stuff. If it’s a tangible problem, they’ll tunnel vision in on it, attack it until it’s gone. If it’s emotional or personal they’ll avoid the crap out of it and also dissociate. When people have problems with them and Daginy’s in a position to get gone it’s highly unlikely that person will ever see them again.

They have a lot of trauma that’s gone unaddressed tbh their primary method for dealing with it is telling themself they’re not dead and if they’re not dead they can pick themself up and keep moving forward. That’s been harder and harder to do every time something happens.

They’re more than a little paranoid and they generally have good reason to be, but it also means it’s very difficult for them to ask for help when they need it, because on top of “asking people for help exposes weaknesses that can be exploited” they also have the more normal, “I can do it myself” and “other people have better things to be doing” issues. When they do ask for help it usually involves at least a little blackmail if it’s not Herlyn and Alnica.

They’re also really bad at personal relationships. They feel the most secure talking to someone when they have at least two lies and a bit of blackmail between them and the other person. It’s still stressful and they feel kinda bad about it but vulnerability is excruciating for them as well because of said trust issues. 

EDIT: I FORGOT. 

They also have this guilt problem where they take it super personally every time something fucks up. They don’t put blame on anyone but themself bc theyre the only thing they can really control in this world theyve found themselves in. 

This kid is on fire tbh. 

17: What does your OC do when they’re dealing with intense emotional pain?

Usually repression. Recently that hasn’t been working out for them so well. That fear and anger from Plot Things keeps cropping up in intense emotional outbursts. They don’t really know how to handle it esp since they aren’t normally very angry at all.

It confuses them and they’re currently trying different outlets (kind of) but they’re so unused to reacting physically and they have a really strong fear reaction they kind of just end up freaking out in a corner.

Which of my muses the song gives me vibes for 💃🏽

Not really Daginy actually, though I def see where you’re coming from. I’d put this more in the Aubade camp tbh? The sound of mournful soloists bemoaning the state of the the world and their heart is a more romantic thing than most of Daginy vibes? Daginy vibes get poetic and dark, but not usually romantic. Cress and Lyrian, on the other hand, are full drama, they are the main characters of the mainline opera, full on, constantly.

Which of my muses the lyrics are most relatable for 🎼

HM. Probably honestly Lyrian, about the loss of her signmate and how she feels about that kick back reaction to loss being- WELL NEVER AGAIN. She did immediately renege on that after cress happened tho.

Daginy feels pretty strongly for and about people and that’s a big part of who they want to be and why they do what they do, they’d never consider their heart an empty tomb or refuse to see it again.

Which of my muses would personally listen to this song 🎧

Probably Cress? Again, very romantic, soulful stuff, the sort of thing she’d put on when she wants to lose herself in her breakup feels. 3:’(

Which of my muses the song gives me vibes for 💃🏽

Ehhhhh. I dont really have much of a troll thats got a folksy sort of vibe?

Which of my muses the lyrics are most relatable for 🎼

Probably magnia actually? Poor kid loves like a brick. Lots of feeling, no subtly, and not terribly healthy for it to be thrown at you.

Which of my muses would personally listen to this song 🎧