tojis worm

It’s just such an interesting concept. Like, in my head I imagine that it was shady to begin with, obviously, and I think Harper has always been in touch with the corruption of the world so he used that, in combination of learning the hypnosis and treatment methods to use them against the doctor treating him.

I imagine from there he wormed his way into his position and is where he is now.

I feel like seaside supernatural horror isn’t complete without a lighthouse

Just,,,, middle age joy to be around. I feel like they’d be awkward and under socialized like Eden but more morally all there, one of the nicer npcs.

But also, they definitely have horrible forbidden knowledge and an overall like haunting vibe despite being kind.

- Mio the Completionist (he pursues a talent or skill to perfection, also he’s one of the saves where I’m working on getting all of the feats)

- maxed promiscuity and he lowkey hates himself for it. He likes sex, he likes being sexualized but if he thinks about it too much he starts spiraling. Thinks of himself as inherently unclean and disgusting

- Sydney is his love interest and he loves her so much but literally won’t do anything to damage her purity. Barely lets her touch him. He feels guilty every time they kiss or even just hold hands. Believes he doesn’t deserve the kindness she gives him or that he’s worthy of her attention and hates himself for being greedy and dating her anyway, views himself as selfish because of it but he can’t give it up. She’s the only stable consistency in his life that isn’t harmful.

-He wears her sweater all the time and takes incredible care of it. Sydney likes seeing him in it because it tells everyone he’s hers <3

- part of the temple. Feels like a fraud when he gets a full allowance every month and gets told he’s an upstanding member and everyone should strive to be like him. His depression is most notable on these days so he withdraws from everyone completely.

- incredibly money conscious. Has a decent amount of money saved but will rarely buy even necessities for fear of not having enough. Only started consistently buying clothes because one day Sydney noticed that he’s been wearing the same t-shirt and shorts all winter and gave him one of her sweaters and bought a pair of pants for him and he felt so guilty that he resolved to never let that happen again so now he had three outfits he rotates.

- high kindness/combat, he took initiative in his own payment plan but tries to protect other orphans as much as possible. There is no-one he won’t fight or money he won’t pay if it means others don’t turn out like him

- Avoids Avery as much as possible because he gives him the creeps. Mio would take an actual scumbag at the brothel over him. The vibes are RANCID to him

- puts up with Whitney at school for the most part and will go along with his shit because it’s easier to deal with it that way but will absolutely beat the shit out of him if he tries to take him to a secondary location or tries to fuck with him outside of school.

- Kylar makes him INTENSELY uncomfortable but he tries to be nice to her. To him it’s clear that she’s incredibly traumatized and fucked up because of that and he can’t judge her for that, so he just avoids her as much as possible. If he sees people harassing her, he will step in because he hates that shit, usually immediately regrets it though because she’s a creep.

- Somewhat close with Robin. Views her as a little sister more than anything. Started avoiding her once he stated paying Bailey, again because of his own view of himself and being unworthy of kindness directed at himself. He doesn’t want to be near her when he’s so filthy.

- casually fascinated by Gwylan. Enjoys watching the sea with them when they run into each other at the café, finds their shop cozy. It makes him feel like he’s hidden away and safe.

- hasn’t met Eden/Great Hawk/Black Wolf/Alex yet (I’m trying to complete 150 days without passing out so ya know)

Kinktober here I come. I haven’t written for kinktober since 2022 so who knows how long it’ll last. I’ll post this on my ao3 in the morning and share a link but here’s a little piece about Robin!

Day One: Masturbation with Robin. No particular warnings other than the fact that Robin refers to PC as his sibling but they’re not actually related. They/Them pronouns for PC but they have a vagina.

But Sydney taking control of Kylar’s basic functions but it’s all things that benefit and take care of Kylar. Like, checking in with them in the morning at school so Sydney can brush their teeth himself because they know Kylar struggles with it, praising him all the while about how good they’re being, letting Sydney take care of them.

Of course, Kylar is incredibly horny about it. Like they’re practically creaming their pants of Sydney doing things like rubbing lotion into their hands because they’re dry. Or brushing their hair.

But doing anything about it would be… sinful. So Kylar isn’t allowed to touch themselves, no matter how wound up they are. It’s all for their own good, Sydney doesn’t want them to end up going down a path of depravity, they’re helping them.

God, just Sydney taking care of Kylar. The constant edging, the overstimulation because every touch makes them so so needy. The absolute trust Kylar places in Sydney to let themselves be utterly controlled down to their most basic self-care functions!!!!

Like, sure, he’s a piece of shit but he’s really only an annoyance now. You’ve grown used to beating his ass when he tries to bother you. But you’ve been through pretty much every hell this town has available and it’s hard to be okay with that happening to someone else.

You try to move on, it’s not your problem. It shouldn’t be your problem. He got himself into that situation. But his friends keep looking at you, the missing posters stare you down. How many times has that been your face plaster of telephone poles and buildings? The guilt is eating you alive, flaying your stomach like a hungry beast.

So you reach out to Landry, ask him to put a few feelers out. He does so once you give him adequate payment and you’re quick to follow up on the lead. Only, you wind up in the underground brothel. You’ve been here before. Some of the victims you knew before are gone, you pray that they made it out like you did. Others are still there, glassy eyed like loving dolls.

And you see him. He looks so different. Not at all like you’re used to. Though to be fair, you weren’t well after your first stay here either.

It takes weeks of planning, enduring, surviving. If only because it’s difficult to get near him long enough for you to use your methods to get out. But you do it. You get both of you out.

You take him to the orphanage instead of to the hospital. You don’t want to risk him going to the asylum. It’s tricky, keeping him hidden from Bailey. But you’re used to taking care of Robin so taking care of Whitney is… similar. Only that if robin was an injured bird, Whitney was an injured alley cat; hissing and spitting and so very, very scared. But you manage it. You get him patched up. Let him stay until he can leave.

Anyway, here’s a little snippet of him with one of my PC’s <3

Silence, silence, silence. Always so silent.

Harper sighs through his nose and leans back in his chair, gaze still focused on the young woman in front of him. Her own gaze remains on the ground, hands limply folded in her lap.

"Cedar, I can't help you if you don't let me." Harper keeps his voice soft as he repeats the same words as every other session.

Cedar had proven to be a... difficult patient. Not because she was violent or antagonistic, quite opposite. If anything, she was entirely too withdrawn. Normally, he hated anything that threatened his control. But she's proven so, so resistant to his methods that he couldn't help but want to solve her. And much to his dismay, it led to an affection of sorts.

It almost made him feel bad for everything he'd personally made her go through. Almost. It was hard to feel bad when it all led to having her here, always within his grasp.

Harper lets the silence hang between them for a long moment more, simply watching her. She's still like a statue save for the rise and fall of her chest and the small tremor to her hands. It makes him so curious about the things she won't tell him. The events that led her here.

He knows some of it, of course. In a town like this, the worst tended to happen. And as her general practitioner, he was privy to some of the events. But there was a total of four months of her life unaccounted for. Missing in October and being brought to the hospital in January.

Finally, Harper speaks again. "Even if you aren't talking, you've been exceptionally well-behaved. I think you deserve a reward."

That catches her interest, mossy green eyes lifting to hesitantly land on his face, a distrustful frown directed at him.

"I'll let you pick. Anything within reason, obviously." He's being very generous, but he can't help it when it comes to his favorite patient.

Cedar's eyebrows furrow as she thinks, mulling over the words. "What's the catch?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, raw and hoarse, a low rumble that sends a shiver down his spine. It's so different from when he had first met her at the hospital.

"No catch. It's a reward, you've already earned it." He watches with keen interest as her leg starts to bounce anxiously, her eyes still locked on his face, trying to find any hint of a lie.

She worries at her chapped lips, teeth picking at raw, unhealed skin until blood begins to well. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get her to give up that habit.

"Can I get a haircut?"

Harper tilts his head as he contemplates it. It isn't what he's expecting. Usually patients asked for a phone call or to have something specific to eat, or a new set of clothing besides the gowns. But, her hair is getting quite long. Warm dark brown and carefully pulled into a braid one of the orderlies had done after the earlier showers. It's a shame; he quite likes her hair. But he nods.

"Of course." Harper nods, jotting it down in his notes. "How short?"

"I want it shaved."

That gives Harper pause, his pen stalling on the paper. "Shaved?" How curious. There must have been a significant reason if she's using her reward for it.

"I want it gone." Though it would have been undetectable to anyone else, Harper can pick up the slightest bits of desperation. It makes him itch to know why. Why was it so important?

"Is there any particular reason?" He ventures to ask, crossing one leg over another as he studies her.

Her leg bounces harder, her teeth digging harder into her lip until there’s deep indents. Her hands fidget in her lap, picking at her nails and the raw skin around them. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, contemplating if she can tell him, and then she shakes her head.

“You’ll just tell me it’s my fault.”

Her voice is distrustful and resigned, as always, and Harper hums, jotting the interaction down in his notebook. More sexual trauma. It’s a shame he already promised they could do it, otherwise he’d have so many ideas on how to fix the issue.

Ah, well, it can be saved for when her hair grows out. Harper knows she’ll either be here still or have come back.

“Very well.” He doesn’t push it, and stands. “Let’s go have one of the orderlies do this for you.”

He leads here out into the cold, sterile hallway. His shoes tap, followed by the shuffle of the standard slippers she’d been issued.

He brings her to side room and has her sit in the chair. Given that the task involves a razor, Harper remains present while the orderly first cuts the long locks, leaving it to fall to the ground in large piles. And the begins to shave.

Watching some of the tension leave Cedar’s shoulders at something so simple is fascinating. He had heard that hair stores memories, trauma, but to see the effects of it in action is so, so very interesting.

“What do you think?” He asks as he approaches her from behind, watching her examine herself in the mirror.

“It’s good, thank you, doctor.”

(This post is not about GoYuu, that was just the inspiration)

So like, my designations of characters is typically o!yuuji, a!nobara, and either a or b!megumi

I feel like it makes sense for the first few ruts/heats in someone’s life to be non-sexual in nature and more of like just a hormonal cycle as the body adjusts since it’s like a puberty thing. So obviously, these first few ruts/heats are spent with a pack and are crucial for bonding and scenting.

So, Yuuji who is a very late bloomer because being a vessel seriously fucked up his hormonal cycle. In my version of omegaverse, your dynamic is something you know from birth due to presentation of genitals/hormones/etc so he already knows he’s an omega. But with Sukuna inhabiting his body, nobody really knows, especially since he doesn’t really have his own scent yet and it’s not like Yuuji really cares about his dynamic, it doesn’t change who he is, what he does, or his personality or anything so he just never talks about it.

When he finally does have his first heat it’s more like just being absolutely fucking miserable. We’re talking the worst PMS symptoms and fever imaginable. And since he’s still developing his own scent, for now it’s just sort of this like,,,, milky new baby smell. It’s kicking off protective sibling/parental feelings in the people who have already claimed Yuuji as their pack mate.

He spends the whole time being coddled and taken care of. Aggressive scenting from Nobara and Megumi, generally aggressive in general when it comes to taking care of him since he’s so fucking stubborn and built like a fucking concrete building. His pack mates are incredibly territorial around the nest they helped Yuuji make (and Yuuji in general), their protective instincts through the roof.

And don’t even get me started on Satoru. Satoru is the worst of them, obviously. He’s hardly letting Yuuji out of his sight and if the scenting from Nobara and Megumi is bad then Satoru is one million times worse.