The Worms Escaped! @worm-escape-dirt - Tumblr Blog

Hey! Hey! So enacting on the genius squirming of my mind babies, brain children, brain worms, OCs if I mean to refer to them lovingly and my desire to keep said creatures of the mind from speaking to me, here we are! Spontaneous blog creation! I desire to be known as Great Worm or Wormlie. I also desire to be referred to with these pronouns she/they/xe, but decisions to refer to me otherwise will be looked upon and approved based on the feel of the word wiggle. This special worm has been alive for two decades and a bit.

What to expect: OC-centric writing with occasional fanfiction writing. I'm no artist, I am a writer, so bear with descriptions of my little brain worms until I find a game character creation screen that agrees with me. (Edit: Now Including original writing, fresh from the soil Wormlie escaped from!)

Thanks for dropping by if you are and hope you have a great day/night!

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Home is Where the Heart Is (NM!BS)

So claw mine out...

Summary: Dia comes home to an empty apartment, nothing Seth says will make it okay.

He shouldn't be surprised, no, not really. They didn't have any reason to linger, and had plenty more reason to run out before the guards around town figured out and tried to kill Alphonse.

Dia left early that morning, he had to, one doctor wasn't enough for the herd. He'd kissed his boyfriends and left them a note, a blood bag for Al and hot food for Seth. He wanted to talk more, figure out how to move forward, figure out where he fit in when they left town. By the time he was back again in the afternoon, the apartment was dark.

He stood there in the shop staring at the open door for a long while. Trying to rebuild some crumbling hope that they were just sleeping off their trip's exhaustion. That he'd come inside, cook something, and everything would be okay.

The note left on the counter seemed to taunt him, reminding him that in the end he'd have to face reality and walk through the damn door.

No one is there, no one is home. Just him and the slow, rotting feeling, that he doesn't even know where they're heading this time. He looks over at the note again. A hurried apology from Seth stained with blood.

Dia couldn't recall the walk from the store to the clinic, or the words he spoke to his fellow doctor there. Or the shouting. All he remembered was the pity in their expression as they shoved him down and he felt a needle prick in his arm. Their face blurring and shifting as Dia felt his grip on the real world fade away.

"Sorry, doc." Their voice warbled like Dia was hearing them underwater. "I owed him a favor."

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Look! Brain Worm Jar 3 - "Eugh..."

Meet the worm, Hollow! Worm Type: Mystical Coward

Hollow is a fresh worm in the wormverse, emerging from unknown soils (sleep deprived, late night ramblings to wormself). Hollow is the strange shut-in that bothers the people in the various apartment buildings that he keeps moving to. He's a sullen character and leaves a trail of dark oily filth whenever they venture out into the world. It's hard to recall what they look like when you're not directly looking at him, at most, people recall his oddly long, floor-length spotted green hair.

Hollow usually remains in their room for long periods of time, rarely being spotted outside buying snacks, drinking water, or just enjoying nature. They do not interact with people unless they absolutely have to, and they don't seem to work or go to school. Nosy neighbors will notice that despite that, he manages to pay rent and bills on time.

If one is incredibly lucky, Hollow can be found clean, their hair braided and looped above their head while wearing new and fresh clothes. Giving people a glimpse of what was -- Paul Tapia. They look perpetually tired, but much more relaxed and happy. Wearing a number of bracelets, fun earrings, and a few necklaces. If he likes your vibe, he'll give you one of his jewelry pieces. They don't do much, but they do contain a little bit of hope for the bad times.

Hollow is always moving, he hardly stays in an apartment for long, though he's prone to returning to the same buildings after some time. Sometimes, people look for Hollow, but he always seems to slip away at the right time. Leaving nothing behind but the filthy remnants of his existence.

Third worm jar cracked open! Hollow...continues! Persists, even. Does not do much but I like to move them around to check out new soils and even let them play with the other worms! Personal Headcanon, Hollow is Jade's cousin (In yuuriverse context, outside of it...Hollow is Hollow). Paul is legally considered missing, and Jade is on the look out if he ever turns up. He sends Jade letters from time to time.

If anyone feels inclined to have more thoughts about them or from them, ask for the Hollow.

Dividers By: @saradika-graphics

#Hollow | My Friend #oc introduction #A Worm among the Wormverse #Both and Independent and Dependent OC I think #If Hollow reminds anyone of anyone no they dont

Patterns

You're not the kind of person who worries about little things.

It's a special kind of carelessness you try your best not to apply to anyone else but yourself. After all, you keep changing, breaking yourself apart and remaking who you are everyday. If you had to worry about getting it all right to the tiniest details you think you might drive yourself insane. So you just don't.

You don't like how quickly he picks them up though, as oblivious as he is sometimes, he's perceptive. Observant.

You discover, from a passing comment, that you have a habit of avoiding your own reflection. You only own two mirrors, one in the guest bathroom and a standing mirror that keeps changing places in your house. He says it as a joke, how you seem to flinch away from them when you're not using them. You smile and laugh, chalk it up to problems with the light reflecting off them.

You practice when he leaves, never fully facing the mirror, but doing enough of a view that it looks like you are. By accident, you lock eyes with your reflection. And you see yourself again, eighteen years old, face red and raw with remnants of make-up still clinging to their lashes and lips. The reflection's face is streaked with tears with a bruise blooming on their cheek where your aunt rubbed too hard. A hand comes into frame holding a soapy rag and you turn your face away before your reflection can scream at you.

You still hear them when you lock up the guest bedroom, so you turn up the speakers and pretend its part of the background.

After that, you begin to keep track of your 'little things.'

You find that you are more consistent that you like to think, and it irks you. Yes, the part you play now is for his benefit, you keep your changes skin-deep because you fear you'll scare him away before you're even done luring him in. That doesn't mean it makes you happy when you feel yourself beginning to settle. When you start feeling comfortable and think that maybe this house could be a home.

You don't want this to be his home.

You talk about that with him, your ideal. It's not here, not bound to his or your past. It's far, far out there, a mountain house on foreign land. It would be a nice house, with a view of the sunrise every morning and the drifting scent of pine. You'd have a room, several rooms, to put the stuff you make. Display cases for hobbies you pick up and put down, and all the other things you want to keep. But by the way he shifts his eyes and talks about how nice your plans are, makes you worry he doesn't see himself there at all.

It makes you wonder if you can see yourself in his ideal.

You don't like how quickly he reassures you. How easily he can find those hidden signs of your discomfort and tell you that no matter what, this time he would never let you go without trying to reach you first. That the distance between you will never stretch so long ever again.

He feels attuned to you, waiting and watching for the next thing he can learn. He does it out of love, he loves you. You love him.

Are you afraid or irritated that he's beginning to find the cracks in the face you've made for him?

Sometimes he cooks for you. It's not often, he works at Pete's, pizza is your go-to shared meal. It's nostalgia and convenience in one. But when he wakes before you, he prods your kitchen carefully, learning it's fanciful aspects and tools you don't even use half of. He learns basics, looks up recipes on his phone and you both taste his experiments together. And you're careless, so careless, you love learning with him. A piece of life you're sharing together.

You claim to have no favorite food, but he learns how you like everything anyways.

He finds out you like meat closer to raw than rare and that he has to trick you into eating fruits because you have problems with their texture. He finds out you eat with your hands, and you are ready to defend yourself. And you learn too. You learn that he doesn't mind, though he's curious. You trade stories of childhood homes, the ones your younger selves never touched because it didn't matter then.

It matters now. He tells you how his is mostly untouched, only now that his parents are gentler, sweeter…Afraid. He was gone for a while, and while he doesn't understand why yet, they're not in a rush to have him gone again. How everything's been left as it was, ready for him to pick it all back up and try again. Do better. Be better.

And you tell him about the house all the way across the oceans, where your grandmother lives. Briefly, you lived a dream of a cold, rainy summer on a long stretch of farmland in the mountains. Where you could run at every direction without anyone looking and there was so little yet so much. You were your truest self, and the land love all of you deeply.

When he finds the shine in your eyes, he leans in and asks if he can come see it too.

Fingers prying into the cracks and having your blood seep onto his fingertips.

You promise it to him someday.

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

#listener oc #yuurivoice #jade the escapee #beating back anxiety one word at a time #yuurivoice charlie #Yeaahhh #More experiments with 2nd POV #Struggling a little with Jade's mult-pronouns hoping to figure it out #I want to make more Obsessive Jade later on #They wriggleee

Snapshots

The first photo you ever take of him is a candid one, in the apartment at the back of the store. In the photo, he's glancing up at you away from his laptop screen, the brightness of it reflected in his eyes. A bit of accounting for the store. Back then, you'd never seen him so serious. It made you smile, the moment felt perfect, so you called out to him and captured that look the split second it was on you.

You startled him, and he wrestled you for the photo. It was his to keep, you told him so, you just got carried away. You had been getting carried away that whole time. Maybe because you were so far from home, maybe because he's beautiful, or maybe because some part of you is still looking for all the lost pieces of your heart.

But he lets you win, he lets you keep it, and he takes one of you. That one, you give to him.

It's a long while before you take another. You tell yourself that it's because you know better, that there's boxes under your bed full of photos of ghosts who've left you behind and you don't have room for another one. You both know where you stand. It might not be steady, but you're holding each other and it's warm. Still, you can't help yourself.

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Happy Face, Sad Face (NM!AU L&S)

Wormlie Note: Personal AU canon, Charlie is an aswang. He is specifically a mix between a blood-sucker type and a ghoul-type aswang. I know that doesn't make sense, I refer to this article and many others at the aswangproject.com website for my classifications in combination with Naermyth canon.

Summary: Charlie hangs out with his raccoon, Casper arrives in their devastated hometown to pay tribute.

Charlie always pulled away from the gang during feeding time.

Sure, they called him a pussy and a coward, but it meant more for them in the end. Really, it wasn't a matter of temptation, Auron had him on a steady supply of raw meat and sometimes Lady Rook would pass him expired bloodbags from the clinics when she could. No, it was…

He liked to think that as long as he didn't cross this line, there was still hope there in the end. If he kept that monstrous part of him small and starved, it'd be easy to dig up and cut out. And he could just be…Charlie.

And sure Charlie wasn't a great guy, he was a scumbag and a bitch but he wasn't…this. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't something hungry and wanting for the freshest, warmest, juiciest piece of flesh in-

"Ow!" Charlie yanked his hand away from the makeshift oven-turned-cage, his fingers tingling as they healed over the tiny bite. The raccoon inside whined, tiny paws scrabbling at the bars of their cage. "C'mon, lil buddy, I know I stink like garbage but you don't gotta bite me."

It whined and chittered at him again, Charlie's gaze softened. "I know, I know, but that's all you're gettin' for today. All the stuff Boss gets me isn't exactly raccoon friendly and its really hard to come by food on this side of town. We gotta stretch out Pete's stock until I figure out a way to get you someplace safe."

The raccoon whined again, he sighed and reached in carefully to pet its head. There were bumps and knots all over, a few insects that Charlie drew out and squished between his claws. "I know…There isn't much safer than in there…But I heard they've got a nature preserve somewhere out of the city! Ya know, where there's less man-eaters and more…fairy-like typa people."

If those were real kinds of naermyth and not a lie that Lady Rook sold for Auron. Which, to be honest, he was starting to lose track off. He wondered if his raccoon pet-friend knew when he was lying. That he wasn't really sure if there was a nature preserve and somewhere down the line when Charlie would have to take them out back to put them out of their suffering, that it'd be in the sunniest, leafiest spot in the city. Or that if worst came to worst, Charlie would have to eat them. If Derek found out, then he'd have to.

Would Derek find out? Auron took care of him, but would he be fast enough to save him again this time around? Would he be bones and pieces before anyone could save him? Was he worth saving?

Thoughts spiraled and spiraled as he ran his claws all over the raccoon. It chittered, whined and trilled at him whenever he scratched too harshly, but sometimes he got soft purrs. That slowed down his thoughts a little.

Anchoring him.

#listener oc #yuurivoice #jade the escapee #naermyth au #beating back anxiety one word at a time #naermyth #Mrrmmrrp #Worm squirmingggg #yuurivoice charlie #mentions of Auron and Rook #And Like...Derek ig

Work Masterlist

Yuuriverse Listener OCs and Works

Diadem (Sugarboo) - His Jar (Intro), Bittersweet Naermyth AU, A Piece of Another Life (NM!BS), Savior (NM!BS), Snapshots, Home is Where the Heart Is (NM!BS)

Jade (Casper) - Their Jar (Intro), Naermyth AU L&S + ST, I Go if You Go, Happy Face, Sad Face (NM! AU), Patterns

Naomi (Rook) - Naermyth AU L&S + ST

Fandomfree OCs

Hollow - Scoop Out..., Their Jar

#Masterlist #jade the escapee #diadem the sacrifice #naomi the traveler #Also I made the divider myself #I really like it its so neat

Scoop Out The Emptiness, Hollow

What do you do when you're rotting from the inside?

The flesh gives and sinks as you try and feel for your organs, while you lay trapped and crying on your childhood bed. There is just so much there, there is your heart, your lungs, the stomach. A collection of puzzle pieces slotted together haphazardly inside a malfunctioning vessel.

You, Hollow, feel nothing but the meat and muscle within. It is nothing remarkable, you are nothing remarkable. And yet you worry your nerves thin about the emptiness there, somewhere between your puzzle pieces is the microscopic scratches of memory that something was there once.

Do you remember?

You turn, feeling for the walls in the darkness, old posters and dust scrape away under your nails. Gratefully, you had the sense to own drawers and shelves, so that the hoard of your dreams do not spill onto the floor. You cherish them, these dusty things, raise them above the filth of your floor. God forbid the maggots touch your treasure, God forbid the spiders make their webs.

You are, after all, still alive, Hollow.

Stumbling through your room, you step outside. The lights and colors disorienting you as your filthy feet stain the green carpet. In the other closed doors, you can hear people still living. Multiple voices overlapping as the cracks below their doors glow with changing lights. You look back inside your room, the light bulb does not flicker. You used to keep it on all day and night.

Still walking in a haze, you go to the exit. The bright red door containing smatterings of your fingerprints all over, oily and dusty marks that remain undisturbed in their patterns. It's shameful, Hollow, you are not the only one who uses this door. Have some consideration.

Ah, but you don't listen anymore, and push open the door without a care.

Hollow, where could you even go?

The sunlight reaches for you, dulling the buzz in your mind. You close your eyes and lift your head up, like a dog expecting something. Outside, the air is cold, fresh. Free from the scent of dust and mold you surround yourself with. You pollute it, be glad there is no one to witness you, Hollow.

You feel again for your organs, as if the lightness of the day will make it easier. Nothing there but flesh, nothing there but puzzle pieces. Your hand slides away, of course nothing would have changed, you just stepped outside for a little while. A momentary relief does not alleviate your ailments, Hollow. No matter how many of them you line up.

You had no sense to wear shoes or change into clothes other than the one you've worn for weeks. You can't even bring yourself to slink downstairs to get clean water, drinking out of the bathroom sink. Are you proud of yourself, Hollow?

Hollow.

My words are lost in the buzz of your mind again, the sunlight has whispered a temporary measure to you. Today, you have some notion that you might shower. Maybe. But as we approach your door, the thought fades away. You crawl back to your childhood bed and bury yourself in the blankets.

At least the bed is clean, Hollow.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

#oc writing #Hollow | My Friend #A Worm among the Worm Verse #They exist #That's all #Beating back anxiety one word at a time #I think that's going to be my writing tag now #For the archive

I Go if You Go

Wormlie Note: Had to go to the dentist, to cope with discomfort, I'm making my worms go to the dentist. (*Shakes Jade's Jar*)

--- Jade's dentist makes a call, Charlie has to make a Decision about it.

Charlie liked to think there was a level of trust he'd been afforded, and not something of Casper's carelessness, that let him poke around at their things a lot. Not that he did it much, it wasn't any of his business, really. But Jade dropped hints here and there. At least, Charlie thinks they were hints, things like...

"There's a master key to most of the upstairs doors in the house, I keep it in one of the couch cushions."

"I have some really cool stuff in the basement, plus a really sick gift a friend got me. I just swipe it open with a card or something to unlock it."

"My craft room's really cluttered, it takes me a while to notice if anything's missing. But I don't really mind."

They never really came with an invitation, though he'd been in the basement a few times with them and he'd gotten a kick out of looking at everything. But Cas would always lean in realll close after, give him a kiss on the nose and skip off to wherever while Charlie took a minute to catch his breath.

That was a hint...right? Like...Like right now.

"Here." Casper slipped her phone into Charlie's hands, undoing the ribbon in their hair to drape it over the sleeping DD. "Hold onto that while I shower, I'll meet you in bed, my sweet darling, light of my life, my special rat. It unlocks with a passcode, but I also have the fingerprint thing set up."

"O-okay, I'll take care of it."

#yuurivoice #Jade the Escapee #listener oc #yuurivoice charlie #going to the dentist #The dentist discomforts me #It's not bad or anything #but I hate the sound of the tools #And the rifling feeling in my mouth #Plus even with the suction I end up choking on my spit anyways

Naermyth AU! for Lost and Found + Shattered

Wormlie Note: Could not resist. This is my thing now. I'm building as much of a naermyth database as I can based on the book, for these purposes. The marriage of two areas of the wormsphere.

Charlie

Once a lost soul among a gang of others, Charlie was discovered by its transformed and dispirited leader, Derek. Being the one of the first he experimented the transformation drug on. He later meets Auron, who saves him from being eaten by other Naermyth, who reveals he owned the transformation drug that Derek used and that he wasn't supposed to be using. Charlie becomes Auron's rat from the inside and then later also Jessie's to help take down Derek's gang and aid in reversing the naermyth effects.

Jade "Casper" M. Tapia

A wanderer, her parents volunteered themselves into the Shepherds and were training and trying to push him into doing the same. They became a Shepherd after their parents died in a mission, however, fought with the Head Shepherd and decidedly left the human colony she was a part of. Became a wanderer and sometimes aids Shepherds now and again. Has been successful in speaking to some of the naermyth, when they're not trying to kill each other. Passing by a naermyth-human colony, they catch a glimpse of a familiar face. Causing them to settle within the city and attempt to catch it again.

Auron

A naermyth who used his stepfather's company and power to create a human-naermyth colony in his city. A cold, practical leader, he puppets the strings from behind as a more charismatic leader faces the public. While he is an open secret to the naermyth occupants of the city, Auron has taken measures and precautions against its human occupants. The company still runs, though now it runs as largely a communication center with different human and naermyth colonies or human colonies willing to work with more savory naermyth.

Naomi "Rook" Altair

The new current leader of the city after the unfortunate death of the previous one by a rogue gang of naermyth. Chosen by Auron in secret and shuffled up into their new position without complaint, Rook is not without her own ambitions. Tangled in the strings of a higher power, Naomi does her best to establish her own sense of order in the city. Going out of her way to retrieve information herself and carefully examining the city's forces as they come and go. She mingles frequently and without fear among the human populace without a mask, implementing better quality of life for them and seemingly is able to balance out favor with the naermyths.

Despite this, human resistance groups find that they can't seem to reach her at all.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

#yuurivoice #Jade the Escapee #listener oc #naermyth au #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice charlie #Naomi the Traveler #Yes #I know Naomi doesn't have an official worm jar post #BUT it's for a reason #Reason being #I'm lowkey still nervous about her and I'm afraid she's not very interesting #I mean she is still wonderful! I love her! But again nervousness and fear #She's a beautiful worm and I wish I could show her offfffff #Beating back anxiety one word at a time #She will be shown off here my precious my precious

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Savior (Bittersweet Naermyth! AU)

Seth reminisces an old mission, Sugarboo feels helpless to stop fate as it happens. Alphonse...rests.

Seth remembers the first changeling he killed.

It was on his third mission, he was herding a small family from a nearby town, quiet survivors of a shapeshifter attack. They'd lost a mother and their grandparents, now all that was left was a dad and two kids who didn't understand why Seth wouldn't let them play to the creature trailing behind them. A straggler that took the form of their mother, and that Seth had been warding away as well as he could.

He should've killed it as soon as he'd known it was there, but…

"You can talk to her for a little bit, but don't listen to her when she tells you to open the window or break off a charm." He'd told the children, he'd told the father, let them stay in the safe house until they were ready to say good-bye and it was easier for them to herd back to the city. The father had asked for a few more days, just until he had the strength to say good-bye and kill it himself. Even if it wasn't real. Seth couldn't say no.

#yuurivoice #diadem the sacrifice #listener oc #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #bittersweet au #naermyth au #I should probably post these on Ao3 #But I have the sin of having unfinished work #Beating back the anxiety one word at a time #BTW WHOEVER HAS BOOK 2 OF NAERMYTH PLEASE PLEASE LET ME BORROW IT IT'S OUT OF PRINT BUT I KNOW SOMEONE HAS COPIES OF IT FROM ITS RUN PLEASE #I'LL TREAT IT SO GOOD AND I'LL READ IT GOOD PLEASEEEEEEE #naermyth

A Piece of Another Life (Bittersweet Naermyth! AU)

Wormlie Note: Finallyyy writing something whole for this AU. I've been relistening and rereading, but I've not gotten any smarter at it. Anyways! Here's the first piece for the Naermyth AU, yay! Hope y'all have fun with it and the worms appreciate you.

Dia blinked awake again, leaning on the cabinets as the pot on the stove simmered. He'd been up and about all day, a shepherd team had practically rammed against Willowbrook's walls, begging and pleading to be let in. They were herding patients from a hospital that had been overrun by ghouls, too many sick people, too many vulnerable people out and about was basically walking buffet for the naermyth. A pack of hellhounds tracked them since they left the hospital and Willowbrook was the closest safe haven they could find. At the very least…they brought enough medical supplies and equipment for their herd, if Dia worked with the town's limited supply…

He shook his head, shutting off the stove once the soup. The gas can was woefully low, but after today, Dia deserved hot canned food rather than eating it straight and passing out. In the back of his mind, he idly reminded himself to tell Al to put in the list of the next supply run. "Al, I-"

The words died away, Dia's heart squeezed as he slowly crouched down to the floor. Breathing shakily as he counted the tiles. Right, right. He'd forgotten.

A month and three days.

A month and three days since his partners left on a supply run.

#yuurivoice #diadem the sacrifice #listener oc #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #bittersweet au #naermyth au

Worm Ramble - Naermyth AU and canon divergences

Following is just a ramble about Wormlie writing out the Naermyth AU and what they plan to do with it...Probably...

#Worm Rambles #Wormlie is just rambling #But fr though writing oneshots for like the naermyth au for bittersweet #Lowkey do be sparking my creative juices #Also help me #I do not know how to function within social groups so again if I'm doing something wrong let me know #I'm mentally itching because there's no guidelines to this #Doing my best #Again #Beating Anxiety one word at a time

Look! Brain Worm Jar 2 - "Casper, don't-"

Meet the worm, Jade! Worm Type: Escape Artist

Jade is a newer worm in the wormsphere! Existing only as a concept and only recently growing into a full fledged worm, Jade has quickly rooted themselves in the wormsphere and causes the most chaos out of all the worms existing. Jade is the 'Casper' in Charlie's life. Quick and confident, Jade never lets themself doubt, taking the world in stride with a stubbornness that refuses to be quelled. A whirlwind that crashes around to carve a path they can walk.

Jade dislikes being perceived as one way for too long, or being settled as one thing, changing interests and identities as it suits them. She likes knowing people, and can chat up a storm with anyone. Though when asked why he liked being so contrary to himself, Jade only smiles and says she likes to surprise people. Though they do have a few favorite 'personas' they like to cycle through.

Due to this, however, Jade has a spotty work record, with her longest occupation being their current one as a chauffeur for...reasons. She goes on and off as a tattoo artist, and despite their best efforts, he does have a small group of friends that see through her and supports her.

Jade is consistent on a few things, and one of them is his deep love for aliens and alien stories. Especially those that lean towards a non-humanoid exploration of aliens and extraterrestrial species. Believes whole heartedly that aliens are real but doesn't seem troubled by the idea that they may be hostile or aggressive to humans. ("I don't know what else to tell you, but personally, I think it'd be great to dissect one and then hotwire my brain to it's to get a real feel of being an alien, ya know?")

That's the second worm jar cracked open! And Jade's out and off to make trouble in the wormscape. If anyone feels inclined to have more thoughts about them or from them, ask for the Escapee.

Dividers By: @saradika-graphics

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/449524 by @mariablowers

#yuurivoice #oc listener #oc introduction #Jade the Escapee #These worms are like...#Befriendable #I think #Again feels ridiculous to set them off into the void where they could be stepped on but...#I think Jade in particular likes the challenge #Gotta breath and remember that this is fuck it we ball days #Beating the anxiety one word at a time wormlings #One word at a time

Bittersweet Naermyth AU

Based on Naermyth (By Karen Francisco, great book, please read it, see notes below AU.)

In a post-apocalyptic world following a war, known as the The Fall, with mythological creatures (naermyth), the world struggles to find a balance as the dust settles and is stirred up again. In this world, the small town of Willowbrook is a small safe haven against the cruel unforgiving world, protected by a strange wall of thorns and vines that seem to have a mind of their own... Terms to Remember (Because Naermyth content online is a dry well): Naermyth: A mythological creature, may also be called Conquerors, encapsulate things such as werewolves, faeries, duwendes, sigbin, aswang. Most naermyth are nocturnal and vulnerable to salt, killing a naermyth with anything but a salted or specialized weapon will allow them to heal and come back. Higher naermyth are capable of magic and are harder to kill.

Shepherd: Specialized naermyth killing soldiers, often are tasked with herding survivors into human colonies and protecting said colonies. Always recruiting, get trained on field. Most Shepherds are concentrated in high density areas.

Naermyth! Alphonse

Owner of a convenience store turned survival store, Alphonse is also one of the town's self-designated supply runners. Despite facing the terror of the outside world on a regular basis, Alphonse seems to be wholly himself, a mischievous smooth-talker who likes to jab and jibe at people. Out on the field, however, Alphonse is a whole different person. It's a known fact though out the community to never send anyone out with Alphonse, the last person who did came back so shaken they refused to leave their home again. And while Alphonse claims they were saving them from a group of changelings, the townsfolk don't linger around him much after a supply run.

Even with the mythological nature of their enemies, Alphonse remains a skeptic, carrying minimal protective charms and tools. However, he has a good memory of the Shepherd's Rulebook and Naermyth Catalogue. He is not well-liked among the Shepherds guarding Willowbrook, but he is begrudgingly appreciated for his skills as a supply runner.

Despite his reputation, Alphonse is also known for being fiercely protective, especially with the people he loves the most. When Seth returns, now a senior Shepherd, he has a sense of both relief and pain, alongside a while mix of emotions of his past returning. Alphonse is hell bent on ignoring him until he leaves, until Seth is the one who denies his application for a supply run, with Seth pointing out that supplies hasn't gone low yet and implying that Alphonse is running from something or someone. They press each other's buttons and when it almost escalates into a fight, Dia steps in. Having meant to try and join Alphonse again.

Naermyth! Seth

Seth was released from prison and recruited into the Shepherds, a good if not cocky field agent. Becoming a mentor for survival skills and quickly rising up to a Senior Shepherd position. On one of his missions, he was assigned to check on the Willowbrook haven on the research efforts on the strange vines that walled the area. Reluctant, but dutiful, Seth went. Having a tense reunion with Alphonse and surprisingly, meeting Alphonse's partner, Diadem. With Diadem's intervention and some secretly kept sugary treats, Seth and Alphonse manage to have conversation about their past and how life has been since the Fall. They agree to keep in touch after Seth's assignment in Willowbrook is finished and Aphonse and Dia extend their home to Seth if he ever drops by Willowbrook again. On his return trip, Seth was attacked and traveled a long way back to stumble into Willowbrook to be found by Alphonse. From his vague mumbles, they learn that Derek and his crew may have been turned or were naermyths. Seth's stay in Willowbrook is extended as he bonds and heals with Alphonse and Diadem, and is he is eventually permanently assigned as a Shepherd there. Finding some peace and safety.

However, the worry of Derek and his crew still roaming and possibly waiting outside the walls of Willowbrook still haunts Seth.

Naermyth! Diadem ("Sugarboo")

A young nurse who had moved to Willowbrook before the war and remained there long after. Diadem works tirelessly as the town's de facto doctor alongside the one other assigned Shepherd doctor. Has learned to deal with Naermyth-induced afflictions and is the only person that checks on Alphonse after his supply runs. Diadem lives with Alphonse, having converted his original home into a clinic and research office. Apart from his work as a nurse, he helps out at the bakery and whenever they find supplies for him to make something other than bread, it's a great treat for the whole town.

He loves Alphonse dearly and has tried taking up Shepherd training to join him on supply runs, though he's been given some training, the Shepherds refuse his requests. Refusing to lose a good doctor especially to a runner with Alphonse reputation. Alphonse also discourages him. ("There's parts of me that you're better off not seeing at all.")

Later on, Diadem helps repair Alphonse and Seth's tense relationship, and is there to help them both heal as scars from the past begin to open up. Expanding the spaces of his heart for both his boys.

Diadem understands his importance, but worries due to his inability to protect both Seth and Alphonse when they're away. Seth has been able to limit Alphonse's supply runs for Al's protection, and is able to run with Al himself. Though Dia still worries as the both of them seem somber or distant after each supply run.

Dividers By: @saradika-graphics

Wormlord Note: Okay! Listen, listen to worm lord. READ Naermyth by Karen Francisco. It's a YA post-apocalyptic novel that happens after myth/mythological creatures in the world turns out to be true (in some fashion as there's a structure to this but anyways-!) and take over the world in a war (that wormlord calls The Fall). Aside from my love of rep for filipino mythology, I love the premise and while I think parts of the story are rough, I believe it is still a good read and honestly this AU is propaganda not only for my OC but that book. (Haven't read the second one yet, but oh boy when I get my hands on it). I admit, it's not a super accessible book, I was lucky enough to find it I think you can still order from Avenida the revised edition (https://www.myavenida.com/products/naermyth-new-edition-revised-and-illustrated), I don't know its status internationally. But please! Please if you manage to get it, know that the worms love you and appreciate you.

#naermyth #yuurivoice #Bittersweet AU #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #Diadem the Sacrifice #listener oc #Naermyth AU

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Look! Brain Worm Jar 1 - "Err, Sugarboo?"

Meet the worm, Diadem! Worm Type: Sacrificial Lamb

Diadem was created as an OC Listener for the Bittersweet boys, being the longest existing worm in the wormscape! He is also the most consistent as his story has gone through the fewest iterations. A young nurse who moved into the small town of Willowbrook with a penchant for photography and an eye for pretty things. A man that can't help but fall in love and open his heart no matter how bruised and battered it gets.

Diadem is a kind and gentle soul, and is largely pleasant company but he has a tendency of being aloof and deflecting of his actual thoughts. He doesn't mean to lie, but he omits things out of habit. He's been getting better at it, and he's given the people he cares about an obvious tell if he happens to be hiding something that he wants to say but can't seem to. (Impulsive braiding of his hair or fiddling with his chip bracelet)

While Dia has faith in people and trusts their heart to meet the goodness in them, disappointment and heartbreak from people he's trusted has lead to a measure of distance between him and others. It's not so obvious, seeing as he's generally helpful. But he's the kind of person where thinking about him too long makes you realize you don't much about him at all. Dia also doesn't actively ask for anyone's help unless he particularly trusts them, preferring to do most things by his tastes.

A good sign of his trust if he invites you to listen to his mystery podcasts or look at a mystery puzzle packet with him. After that, if you find that the puzzle packet or your notes have been framed or hung up in the house somewhere, you've got a key to his heart immediately. He doesn't do it often, but an abuse of trust and he might just beat you with the frame.

Diadem used to be religious and part of his faith still shines through. It's a sensitive topic for him as the church was his first family and community, but he can never reconcile the kind people who loved and cared for him with the same people that shunned him or rejected parts of him no matter how hard he tried to make up for the difference. He still occasionally goes to the local church to help out, but he's not sticking around for the preaching.

Overall, there's a lot more on Dia that I can't fit in this one post (Because everything I have written about him spans 3,000 words and continuing), but I hope this brief view into this worm jar tells you enough about him! Because I'm a nervous wreck, Dia is mostly going to show up in Bittersweet AU shorts, as the Bittersweet daydream running in my head is so incredibly self-indulgent and not fit for outside consumption. If anyone feels inclined to have more thoughts about him or from him, request for the Sacrificial Lamb jar.

Dividers By: @saradika-graphics

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/684058 by nase_nikyuu

#yuurivoice #oc introduction #listener oc #if something's wrong let me know #I fail and falter in social situations and need a guiding hand sometimes #Diadem the Sacrifice #Putting it all on paper #I fear releasing the rest of the listener ocs me thinks #I highkey feel ridiculous #My brain worms feel ridiculous said out loud #but we have to fuccckkk it we balll sometimes #gotta beat the anxiety with a stick to get one damn word out at a time #my mind is a circus and the ringleader (me) fucking sucks at their job

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