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About Me;

You don’t need to know a damn thing about me that isn’t in my bio. If you must know, I am unfailingly proship, prokink, profic, and pro-leave-me-the-fuck-alone.

If you ARE an ULTIMO fan, I am wholy and entirely committed to the West Tokyo Incidents and rarely write about anything canon.

Primarily I write within the takei multiverse, yes, but hardly ever in a canon-compliant way.

I headcanon many of the characters as queer, including and not limited to;

  • Bisexual trans woman Fusataro
  • Bisexual trans man Paresse
  • Lesbian agender Mizho
  • Gay Rage
  • Bi/Pansexual Yamato(lbr, this is canon)

Just to name a few. I could probably go on into infinity. Get me started at your own risk.

Pinned Post new pinned important tags; The Important Tag the facility tokyo ghoul au werewolf au cosmic parasite au mère des pins ill add more later as i need to find them

Interview Summary
Subject: Midas
Interviewer: Click
Interviewee: “Goldie”
Note: Due to the nature of the KINGSNAKE pocket dimension, information is paraphrased. Addition from Click: “Goldie used a lot more profanity.”

G: We’re behaving.

C: And the Facility is grateful for your restraint. I’m happy to say I’m not here for any kind of corrective measures. We have a case with strange similarities to, well, you specifically.

G: It’s not one of ours.

C: Considering they appear in realspace, we’re pretty certain on that point.

G: Ask your questions.

C: Your feline parts, especially the claws and teeth. Have they always been a part of your projection?

G: No. I was human in here when the king took me.

C: Did the king choose your changes?

G: No. Just happened with the reset. I needed weapons. They formed.

C: Do you know why they’re gold, specifically?

G: Not a clue. Heard plenty others joke about it being cause I’m greedy. [Note from Click: She used some really colorful insults with this one]

C: Your decay, did it come at the same time as the… ‘weapons’?

G: No. Happened the more I died. Breaking down.

C: I see. One last thing, your tail, when did it appear?

G: Appeared after I survived a long time staying in the trees. Only died then because I lost balance.

C: I see. And, while we know this, just to confirm; these changes never manifested in realspace?

G: Not physically, no.

C: Physically?

G: I could still feel them. Like phantom limbs. And sometimes saw them in reflections, but no one else did, figured it was a hallucination.

C: Do you know if others shared the realspace visions or sensations?

G: No. Ask them.

C: Understood. Thank you.

code name: midas ress writes

Admin: Alright… Audio recording starting now.

Subject S: It’s going to delete itself.

A: Excuse me?

SS: The recording. I know what kinds of things you’re going to ask. And it’s going to delete that recording.

A: …Very well. Inform me the moment we tread into that territory and I’ll start a new recording.

SS: …might work. Use a different tape, though.

A: Understood. [Muffled, confirmed to be Admin asking for spare tapes to be brought]

SS: …Why are you listening to me?

A: What? Why wouldn’t I? You seem to know a whole lot more than we do about this, you’ve shown no desire to change to douji form or attempt use of your noh, despite the small tree we brought in on your request. And even if you did, we have contengency plans. You brought up the ‘missing’ team and we did find inconsistencies between the Records and the Spool.

SS: Fine. Ask your questions.

A: Let’s start at the top. Where are you and Allium from?

SS: Apocalypse timeline. Zombie type– but not, like, in the movies. Not rotting corpses. It affected douji, too.

A: I see. What point in the timeline were you at?

SS: We were… what’s the words…? Parallel to the core? Up until Vice took us back in time and the good douji followed us.

A: How did it begin? When did you separate from the core?

SS: I don’t know. I wasn’t there when things started to go bad. Allium wouldn’t talk about it, but that was where she got the horrid wound on her back.

A: Hm… Was it the confrontation between her and Yamato?

A: Please speak for the recording.

SS: Yes. It was.

A: You got nervous. Glanced at the recorder. Is this where this strange… effect begins?

SS: Kind of. It didn’t happen back then.

A: So talking about the effect itself is safe?

A: [A sigh] Please speak–

SS: Yes, sorry, forgot. Can’t just nod.

A: It’s alright.

SS: Talking about the effect itself seems… safe. And people remember, like, mentally. Just not recordings or writing or pictures. It's… you can’t talk about…

[Transcriber’s notes: Subject S makes a motion with his fingers, indicating horns.]

A: Vice?

SS: No, uh… Stop the recording.

code name: midas

“Fuck, Bio Immenent? What the fuck did she DO?”

“No idea, but Boss wants us to reach out to known jumpers. The Roost’s closed, though…”

“Yeah, no shit. And for good reason. Any news on that front?”

“…fuck, let me check.”

The recording goes silent for a moment, and then the sound of the soft click of data-pages fluttering sounds. A soft noise of activation.

“So far, no one’s been contained. Twenty patrons checked and released. Contaminants haven’t been stable enough for collection… It’s not been taken by the Facility for containment, so Smokes and Ray are alive, at least.”

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Garion sighed as the recording ended, stopping his tapping nail on the desk.

“Okay, there’s fucking nothing here.” He sits up and rubs at his temples.

A Paresse stood on the other side of his desk, their arms crossed over their chest, “No, but it’s the only surviving evidence that team even existed.”

Garion nods slowly, “I’m not happy about learning you had recording equipment under my nose, Sativum, but it’s come in use, at least.” He looks up at Sativum, “And you’re saying you can’t find any information on them?”

“I can’t. Not in the spools, at least. I don’t have clearance for the Records.”

Garion hums softly and leans forward on the desk, propping his elbows on it and resting his head in his hands, “Very well. I’ll have someone investigate the Records for inconsistencies between our team lists.”

He watches Sativum fidget for a long moment, his eyes meeting the pale, almost white-green of Sati’s eyes over his sunglasses, “In the mean time, you will be agreeing to confinement and observation. Am I understood?”

A sharp breath, eyes wide, “You said–”

“I said that cooperation would result in a better outcome. The alternative was the Intestines. Dubois will see you out.”

code name: midas ress writes

“What the hell is going on? It’s been literal days since the announcement.

"I dunno. Boss is saying he don’t know shit either. No bio of the fugitive, nothing.”

“I mean, we kinda know Alium…”

“Midas. And no, we don’t. Something happened. Something bad. If Mask and Wraps can get away with the shit they have for so long, Alium did something real bad.”

“Anyone heard from Sati?”

code name: midas
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A line-jumper has been reclassified as fugitive. Please hold for more information.


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Note for those making assumptions: the line-jumper in question is confirmed to not be the Fool's Twins.


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Instance is confirmed to be Wrath aligned. Please hold for more information.

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Instance is confirmed to be Fusataro instance. Inital composition: Human.




Fugitive has been assigned the code name: Midas. Self designated name: Alium.

Please hold for more information.

code name: Midas