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@mindxthief
❝ you scare those of us with 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 to keep. ❞
Ayesha Schreiber, ᴄᴏᴅᴇɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴍɴᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ. a little bit superhero, a little bit supernatural.
semi-selective, indie fandomless OC written by Cam (she/her, 30s). canons, fandomless, crossovers, AUs, p much everything welcome. est. 2013, revived 2025.
ʙʟᴏɢʀᴏʟʟ:☆ the mindthief (you are here) ✗ the warlock ✗ the free spirit ✗ the living library ✗
✗ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ✗ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ✗ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ✗ ᴀꜱᴋ ✗ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ/ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ ✗ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ✗
"No one knows." → Padmé
@mindxthief
Padmé frowned.
“Surely you know how you came to be in this situation? You have no memory of it?” Jedi mind tricks only worked on weak minds, that much she remembered from being around Qui-Gon. She had said her name was Ayesha, well, she certainly didn’t seem weak minded.
Scared, though…
“My security detail will look out for the both of us while I look into this. I do not much care for the idea that someone is targeting senate employees for…unknown experimentation.”
"I have... pieces. Very few," Ayesha admitted.
As a very junior staffer, her encounters with Senator Amidala had so far been very few and very brief; this was not the way she'd hoped a longer conversation would come about.
But even if this wasn't ideal, it was important. Not just for her own sake, but maybe for others'. She'd been taken, she was sure, just outside the Senate building, and that location seemed like it mattered. If this was something targeted... that seemed like something the Senator needed to know about. (And surely the Senator was safe to speak to. Ayesha didn't know who might have orchestrated this, but it couldn't possibly have been her.)
"I know I was leaving work, leaving here, but not how I got somewhere else. Just waking up not where I meant to be." A hole in her memory. Drugged, maybe? She couldn't say. "And from there I remember a little, but it fades in and out. I know there was a man there with me once — it sounded like a man, anyway. I never saw his face or anything else, just a black cloak. And the last time I came to, the clearest time when I got out... there was some kind of a guard, but no uniform or insignia on him that could tell me anything."
She closed her eyes for just a moment, and sighed. "I know that isn't very much at all..." I know it sounds hard to believe. Like I made it up. Please believe me—
And Senator Amidala surprised her then: my security detail will look out for the both of us.
"Really? That's... that's extremely kind of you to do. Thank you. I..."
She paused. Should she be saying this? Yes, she decided. You need help, and no help's going to come if you keep this to yourself. Besides, if the Senator was going as far as putting Ayesha under the protection of her personal security detail, wasn't the rest of the truth the very least she could offer in return?
"I, I do know one more thing. What they seem to have done to me," she said after another moment to brace herself, lowering her voice and leaning in closer. "The guard I mentioned before... he found me while I was looking for a way out of that building. Grabbed me. I tried to hit him and, and... something happened. I saw the way to the exit, but... through him, somehow. A route he remembered patrolling."
In her lap, her clasped hands tightened just a bit. She drew them backward, closer in to her torso.
"I've heard stories about Force users doing something like that, looking around in others' minds. Just... never the good kind of Force user."
The dragon stepped forward and put his gloved hand against his heart. "Oh, a pleasure to hear of a mortal who has actually researched me." His golden eyes sparked with mirth, although, as always, he wore the smile of a predator. "But you must have heard of my accomplishments, my dear." His smile washed off his face and was replaced by another scowl. "My exile. The taking of my powers."
The silence that followed was intentionally awkward. This was by design. Chaos made mortals squirm. It amused him.
Mortal, he called her, and Ayesha felt way in over her head. Yeah, she'd done her research, but she'd really thought this would be a matter of maybe chasing some cultists off — worshipers of Chaos, making trouble. That, she could have handled. This, getting up close and personal with a being this ancient and powerful... what in the world was she supposed to do about it?
He stepped closer, a smile on his face and a hand over his heart, and when Ayesha saw that hand encased in a glove she couldn't help but think, Oh, look, we match. (Might have been a little funny if this weren't so nervewracking.)
He watched her, quiet, and his gaze was intense: Ayesha felt like his eyes were boring holes through her. Silence stretched on for a little while...
...and she took a chance on breaking it. "I, I did read about that," she confirmed with a quick nod. Cast out of his pantheon, later imprisoned, all because of a fear of his power. (Not an unsympathetic story, she'd found, in that regard.) "Good to be thorough, right?" Her voice wavered a little as she spoke.
"But that's where the stories seem to end, and here you are. How did you come back from that?" she wondered. Be careful here, she reminded herself, and added, "And... how should I be addressing you?"
No shit.
The monster growled, eyes angry, eyes focused. Human like but absent of the common mammalian spark. This was a true giant lizard. And she was laughing at him? Making snappy jokes?? At his expense!! Interloper!! He hissed, hunching a little closer to exhale a hot, reeking breath, a threat.
But Daniel tugged the reins. Common sense had to prevail. She’s looking for the professor. He reminded the monster that was himself. She’s probably as scared as we were. Do we wanna make that worse?
The mutant lizard rumbled. Spines pulled away from the ceiling. His tail shrank. His figure reduced, fair skin gently revealing between blackish scale, then replacing it entirely.
Daniel pushed his hair back, stumbling a little. “Uh. The inner ear has to…recalibrate. Professor says.” He grinned dopily at the pretty girl, and waved. In nothing but yellow and blue shorts. “Hi! Uh. I’m Daniel. Sup. You need to find the Professor, right?”
The creature glared. Growled. Oh boy.
"Hey," Ayesha said gently, putting her hands up — palms out, a gesture of I'm unarmed and I come in peace. "Hey, listen, sorry, I don't want to make any trouble. Just gonna go, yeah? Slowly. No sudden movements."
She braced herself, hoping against hope she wasn't about to get lunged at, and took one slow, cautious step backward.
And she lived through it. Took another step, and...
The creature changed: shrank down, scales and spines retreating into flesh, fangs and claws pulling back into teeth and fingernails. And all of a sudden there was a human standing before Ayesha — maybe her age, maybe a little younger — still in those yellow shorts, which had also shrunk to fit his frame. (Incredible stretch on those things.)
He stumbled a little, recovered himself. Smiled and waved. Introduced himself as Daniel like he hadn't been looking like he was a giant lizard about to eat her a minute before.
"Oh. Nice to meet you, Daniel!" Definitely nicer to meet him than the big lizard. She didn't offer a handshake — never really did, anymore — just waved back with a gloved hand. "I'm Ayesha. And yeah, the Professor. Heard he's the guy to talk to about about... power issues. That true?"
hey uh. @philanthropic? @oakcitymech? you two know each other? or is the high-tech robot-suit thing just the latest fad in superheroics?
we need to stick together, okay?
Buffy Memes (accepting)
"I'm stickin', I promise." Connor blinked. "Wait. Fuck. That sounded dirty. Okay, take two: I promise, I'm not going anywhere, okay? Kinda hard to do that in a big robot, anyway."
Ayesha giggled at the accidental innuendo. Couldn't help it.
"See, I'd think the big robot would make it a lot easier," she said when the laughter subsided. "What with the flying, and all." I promise, he'd said, though. "So... thank you. Means a lot."
She made a fair point. His ordinary and mundane could be exciting and new viewed from another's eyes. Dylan caught himself vaguely nodding along in agreement. His focus had jumped away, back to that unremarkable world, considering for a brief moment.
"The stars there weren't so bright. And not so many. Very disheartenin'." His gaze shifted back to hers, his smile growing again. "I'd hoped to look at the ones here t'night, to make up for their like, but seems like they weren't so grand here, either. All that talk 'bout clouds has me a bit concerned." He slipped his arms behind his back before he leaned in. "If it turns out that way, how does dinner sound for a Plan B? I can tell ya all 'bout my unremarkable visit then."
Dylan very much doubted Ayesha would say no to that alternative.
The smile became a cheeky grin, eyebrows up. All mine, she said. He found he didn't mind that at all—
"Of course, I like the sound o' that too."
“Mm. Boring night sky.” Ayesha nodded, understanding. “I can see why that wouldn’t be your speed. You should make yourself another little ball of stars like the one you gave me — keep ‘em close by for when the sky’s no fun to look at. Or… let me know when you’re going traveling again. You can take mine with you, if you want.”
She would absolutely hand it over if Dylan asked, but a small part of her hoped he wouldn’t take that offer. She still didn’t know precisely how he’d made that beautiful little crystal ball, but she knew that in whatever magic he’d imbued it with, he’d placed some intangible little piece of himself. Through it, that first time he’d vanished, he’d heard Ayesha’s voice worlds away — there was some kind of connection there, and she liked having at least something of Dylan near when he was away.
He laid out a plan for the evening: a little stargazing, and dinner as a plan B if it still wasn’t a good night for it. “I’m in,” Ayesha agreed. Then, a little playfully, “Dinner, huh? Still been thinking about a proper date?”
sorry, am i interrupting anything?
the empire strikes back (accepting)
There are probably better ways to introduce yourself to a seven-foot tall nuclear lizard-man in yellow shorts. Daniel's throat growls without him meaning to. His thick tail thumps the floor without him wanting to. He's cagey and nervous, and the monster conveys that when Daniel's sapien brain tries to hide it. He doesn't know this girl! She's not an X-man! What does she want?
And why, of all times, did she have to meet him when his scales were out?
Ayesha wasn’t sure why she said that — it had just sort of come out. (A little better than holy shit or just a scream, though, right?)
She’d seen a lot, a lot a-lot, of weirdness in her time, but even by her standards the massive lizard-man staring her down was pretty out there.
(When she looked back on this later the bright yellow shorts were going to be a funny sort of out-there. For the moment? The teeth and claws seemed a lot more pressing.)
Don’t freak out, she told herself firmly once the initial shock died down. If it’s — if they’re? — here, they’re one of the good guys. They’re not going to hurt you. Right?
“I… sorry, I didn’t expect…” She gestured up and down with a gloved hand. “I, I was looking for a Professor Xavier. Guessing I took a wrong turn.”
Part 11 in my weekly poster series for 2026
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Connor Reilly, Archimedes. MCU OC. Stolen suits, good intentions, and his heart is on his sleeve. A study of building a better tomorrow with the broken pieces of yesterday.
Daniel Kang, Zilla. X-Men OC. Atomic breath, yellow shorts, and another side that keeps him up at night. A study of what to do when you don't like who you are when you're angry.
Ayesha, how did you figure out how your powers work?
A lot of accidents and guesswork, if I'm being honest.
I guess I was lucky that when these powers showed up, I was already working for a superhero outfit. People with powers, other people who researched them for a living. People who were understanding about it and willing to help me figure out what I was working with. I mean... mostly.
But the problem with formally testing what I can do is that I have to, you know, do it, and it involves messing around with people's brains. So, not a whole lot of people willing to let me do that in the first place — which, hey, I don't blame them! Once somebody did volunteer, we were able to set up a couple tests to try and get some insight into what was happening.
And I messed both of them up, actually. But I guess we did learn a few things.
So, here was the setup: medics on staff had me and the volunteer (a guy called Sparrow), hooked up to some equipment to measure our brain activity while I did my thing, and our friendly neighborhood empath was also there to keep track of our emotional states at the same time. I was supposed to go in, take out a memory of Sparrow writing down a poem, and recite it; there was a hard copy of the poem handy to check my work against.
The thing you gotta understand about Sparrow is that he was... an intense guy. If I'm being charitable. Scary, more like. The poem he'd written was pretty sad. Dark. And I touched him and I didn’t get the poem itself… I got why. On the second try, I got… a poem. The wrong one. A nice one, but something personal. Something he hadn’t shared with anyone.
We didn’t do a third round.
—Jeez, I’ve been rambling, sorry. But you see what I mean? Trial and error. Mostly error, it feels like. Anyway, what I have figured out so far is:
If I touch somebody skin-to-skin, I take away one of their memories. Doesn't seem to just be my hands; it'll happen if we bump shoulders in a crowd or if I kiss you on the cheek or anything. When it happens, the other person doesn't seem to feel anything, but whatever I take I'll relive right in the moment. (Well, live initially, since it's not mine. Or something.) Basically it plays out for me, first-person, the way the other person remembers it. It's trippy. Disorienting to come out of it. I kinda feel like I am the other person for a few seconds, and not me.
Uh... what else? Whatever I take seems to correspond to whatever's on my mind at the moment, as far as I can tell. I wonder why a guy writes so much dark poetry, I take a memory about some of the darkness in his life. You touch me by accident while I'm in a good mood, I figure I'll get something happy. I haven't gotten a lot of happy memories. If I really focus and have an idea of what I'm looking for, I'm pretty sure I could get something specific. Also, I think the, like, duration of the touch matters. Quick touch equals a short snippet of memory, longer contact equals taking more away. Haven't really tested that theory, and not sure how much I want to.
Oh! And even though take is the default setting, I do seem to be able to give memories back to people. It's... harder. I have to really, really, really focus in on the memory I want to give away. And it really does sort of feel like I'm pulling something out of my brain; there's this sort of snap I can feel when it goes, and usually a headache after. I dunno why I feel it when other people don't seem to. Universe hates me, maybe.
So, there you go. Mindtheft, memory transference, psychomancy... whatever you wanna call it.
@waywardxmuses
imagining these two discussing over coffee and this is the vibe
yeah I contain multitudes. unfortunately not in the way that is fun or marketable. ✗ fandomless oc by cam.
the most gentle touch coming from rough calloused hands…..
[[is Caturday still a thing? anyway. him]]
someone drawing circles and shapes into your bare skin with their fingers is just so incredibly affectionate to me, especially when they don’t even realise they’re doing it
@normallyxstranger
