Hi I’m Uni! This is my master post for this blog, containing info, introductions and any important links I may possess :)
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Posting about my OCs and the story they belong to, my WIP novel, Kilonova!
Kilonova is an alien sci-fi/fantasy story following a young cast and their journey towards peace and security as they battle their way through old prejudices, new wars, and power-hungry villains with relentless agendas, all while also exploring their relationships with each other, love, and all the different forms it can take.
im a whump lover so this story has plenty of it; especially labwhump/medwhump, since that’s my personal favorite flavor ✨
this post contains a more detailed introduction to the story, including character intros and a plot overview :)
this story is my life’s great passion and i can’t wait to share it with you!
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small disclaimer:
this blog is mostly dedicated to my writing and is fic/whump centered, but it’s also my main so there may be some other unrelated content posted here and there. i love music, minecraft, adventure time and being aroace so those topics may pop up occasionally, and i am also a practicing hellenic polytheist, so i do make/reblog posts about my faith from time to time :)
sex is a distraction from your true purpose in life which is to go to the aquarium and look at the fish and go "wooooooaaah.... fishies". cmon guys we all need to lock in.
I myself have a fear of needles & such, and carry around the constant anxiety of being hospitalized. Surprisingly reading hospital themed whump isn't a squick for me. Opposite almost.
Instead that adrenaline feuled fear only kicks in after me, the doctor, and the IV enter the same space. Stupid brain.
Here's other ways your hospital phobic Whumpee may react when trapped in the situation, that I don't see pointed out too much.
Remaining calm until the equipment or big doctor arrive
Thrashing, screaming, and refusing to listen
Having to be strapped to a table (lemme tell ya, it's a crazy experience)
Several doctors (& caretaker) having to hold whumpee down just to continue the process or apply the straps. Some against their arms, some against their legs.
Whumpee blacking out, unable to recall what happened
Ripping the IV our of their arm upon waking
Sobbing hysterically when they realize where they are
Pleading and protesting every tube, needle, or medication
The escape artist (it's all apart of fight or flight)
Complicating or botching their own procedure, furthering their panic and now the panic of those around them
The betrayed cries as sedatives kick in
Whumpee knocking things over in their panic, or grabbing onto to things with an unbridled death grip
FIRST EVER PUBLIC PIECE OF CONTENT LETS GOOOOO!!!!!
Future chapter/excerpt from Kilonova
i originally wrote this scene paired with another that i’m still editing, as a way to display to my writer friends the kind of shit noah (sing) was put through before he escaped and met nichol, and to somewhat show his dynamic with allison. it now serves as a much more plot-relevant excerpt and will likely make it to the official manuscript, though in the form of a flashback.
Characters:
• Noah/Sing
• Allison Wood
• Daniel Collins
• Jakob Malcolm
CW: cruelty, abuse, isolation, restraint, needles, tiny bit of blood, light alcohol
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Allison stared in horror as Malcolm dragged Sing across the floor by the wrist, who clawed at his hand and kicked against the ground in an effort to get away. He begged frantically to be released, his eyes wide with terror and his chest expanding and contracting rapidly as he panted. He cried out in pain as Malcolm tightened his hold on his wrist and twisted his arm.
“What are you doing??” Allison demanded. Malcolm ignored her and threw Sing to the ground, then stepped on his wrist to keep him from moving. He raised his shock prod and jabbed the electrified prongs into Sing’s side, which drew a blood-curdling scream from his throat and made him writhe on the ground as he tried to pull away from Malcolm.
“Stop! Stop!! Please stop! Allison!!” he shrieked. Allison clenched her jaw and caught Malcolm’s quick sideways glance at her, and his smirk when she didn’t step forward.
“Shut up, she’s not going to help you,” he spat, digging the sole of his boot deeper into Sing’s arm. Sing’s eyes darted around the room in a panic and he threw Allison a pained, pleading stare when they met hers, though he did not dare to call her name aloud again. Her stomach turned with regret.
She opened her mouth to protest, but her voice caught in her throat as Sing let out another terrible yowl of pain in response to another stabbing shock from Malcolm.
“That hurts!!” he screamed, his voice high with desperation. Allison moved her eyes up to Malcolm again, and the malicious, almost manic look in his eyes made her blood boil. Her heart pounded violently against her chest and she felt her hand twitch. In an attempt to maintain composure, she inhaled slowly through her nose and closed her hand into a fist.
Malcolm finally stopped the tasing and stepped back from Sing, who curled into the fetal position and trembled violently. He looked for a moment like he might be sick. On impulse Allison began to approach, ready to console, to heal, to protect...to do something. Malcolm held his hand up to stop her.
Sing brought a shaking hand out from around his waist, which he had been hugging, and attempted to pull himself up. He got halfway onto his hands and knees and turned back around to look at Malcolm, who gave him no more than a second to recover. He grabbed Sing harshly by the collar of his suit and pulled him up from the ground with incredible ease. Sing yelped in surprise and brought his hands up to grab onto Malcolm’s wrists. Malcolm tossed him to the ground again, this time in front of a group of guards, who were on him in an instant with a straitjacket at the ready.
“Colonel, can you please explain to me what the hell is going on?”
The guards held Sing down onto his back and pulled his arms through the sleeves of the jacket, and he kicked and screamed the whole time.
“He’s been completely uncooperative all day and he needs to be taught a lesson,” Malcolm replied coldly.
Sing grunted and yelped as the guards tightened the straps of the jacket, manhandling him as they maneuvered his body to reach each one. They pulled him up to his feet by the straps on his back and shoulders once he’d been fully restrained and he struggled violently, screaming to be let go, throwing his head back and kicking.
“Iia, iia! Let go!! Rateh, meia! Y’va riiteh, n’lineh sa!! Let go!”
One of the guards went to grab his shoulder and brought his arm a little too close to his face and Sing lunged forward and locked his jaw onto the guard’s forearm. He shrieked in pain.
“Ow!! You son of a bitch!”
The guard tried to pull his arm away, but Sing only bit down harder. Another guard pulled his shock prod and jabbed Sing in the side, which made him let go, and he received a harsh smack to the face for his actions. The guard he bit stumbled backwards, seething and cradling his arm in his other hand.
“Dammit, that stings!!” he shouted as blood dripped from his arm onto the floor.
One of the guards yanked Sing’s head back by the hair and another shoved a muzzle over his mouth to keep him from biting again, the mouth guard inside it making it double as a gag.
“What are you going to do with him?” asked Allison.
“Put him in confinement until he learns his lesson.”
Sing sobbed beneath his muzzle at Malcolm’s words.
“What? That’s a horrible idea! Sir, I recognize he’s been difficult to work with, but we don’t know what this kind of treatment could—”
“I know very well what it will do—teach him to behave.”
“Tying him up and throwing him in a dark, silent room isn’t going to do anything good! All it’s going to do is scare him, and make him less cooperative in the future. This is not a good idea!”
“If he’s as smart as you claim him to be...” Malcolm approached Sing as he struggled against the soldiers restraining him and grabbed him roughly by the chin, lifting his head so they were eye to eye. Sing froze, staring wide-eyed up at Malcolm, his ears folded back in fear and his shoulders trembling subtly. “…then I’m confident he’ll understand that this punishment is a result of his own behavior, and if he doesn’t want it to happen again, he’ll learn to cooperate.”
Malcolm released Sing’s chin and stepped away, and Sing followed his every move with his eyes, breathing hard and fast.
“There are other ways to—“ Allison began, but Malcolm cut her off again.
“This is happening, Wood. You can either let it, or be disciplined for insubordination.”
When she didn’t say anything back, Malcolm turned back to Sing and the guards.
“Let’s go.”
With Malcolm leading the way, the guards pulled Sing backwards down the hallway towards the cell block. He struggled and sobbed helplessly, writhing in the jacket with his eyes squeezed shut. Allison looked away.
The group stopped in front of a large steel door, which Malcolm unlocked and opened. Behind it was a small, barren room, dark, unfurnished, the walls and floor thinly padded to prevent self-injury. The guards pulled Sing towards it and turned him around so he was facing the inside.
Sing stared into the empty cell, his eyes full of dread, and began to kick against the floor, shaking his head fervently. He begged again to be released, but his pleas were muffled beneath the muzzle and all that came out were frantic, stifled groans.
The guards forced him to his knees, then pinned him down to the floor on his stomach. They held him completely still despite his best efforts to kick and squirm. Malcolm pulled an injector gun from his belt and extended the needle from the nose. He knelt down beside Sing, pulled his collar down over his shoulder, and pinned his head down by the neck. Sing caught sight of the gun in Malcolm’s hand and his eyes widened, his ears folding flat against his head.
“NGHHH!!” he cried, his eyes beginning to well with tears.
“Hold still, you little shit,” muttered the guard pinning his back.
Malcolm stuck the needle into the back of Sing’s shoulder and pulled the trigger. Sing yelped in pain and squeezed his eyes shut, then flinched when Malcolm pulled the gun away.
The guards strapped his thighs and ankles together to prevent him from standing or kicking, then picked him up and threw him forwards into the cell and he landed on his stomach with a stifled grunt. He struggled to turn around and turned his head just as the door closed. The last thing Allison saw was the terrified expression on his face before the door shut with a final and deafening slam. She sighed and buried her face in her hand.
“He stays in there for twelve hours,” said Malcolm. Allison lifted her head.
“Twelve hours?? Does he know that?”
“No. And if you take him out of this cell before his time is up, there will be serious repercussions. If you want to keep working with him, I suggest you avoid them. You can keep an eye on him with the monitor on your tablet. It’s a night vision camera so you’ll be able to see him in the dark.”
Allison stood still, shocked into silence at Malcolm’s complete lack of human empathy.
“Finish your report on today’s trial,” he continued. “Then you can go home for the night.”
Allison glanced down at her watch. 8:07pm. If she left now and got to bed promptly, she could be back again in time to let Sing out at 8:00am. She doubted Malcolm would be as careful with his punctuality.
Malcolm dismissed the group, and Allison began to make her way back to her lab. As she walked, she glanced down at the monitor on her tablet. Sing was lying on his back, writhing against the jacket and the straps around his legs, stopping intermittently to pant when he exhausted himself. She huffed in frustration and shook her head as she put her tablet away. Every fiber inside her told her to go get him, give him a proper bed, food and water, and the medical aid he definitely needed. But what would happen if she were to disobey Malcolm would likely be far worse for Sing than solitary confinement; especially if she no longer had a say in his treatment.
When she arrived back at her lab she was met with the sight of the guard Sing bit trying—and failing—to tend to his wound. He swore loudly when he dropped the roll of bandage he had been trying to wrap around his arm.
“Go over to the sink, I’ll help you,” she offered. He accepted and made his way over to the counter. Allison turned on the cold water and had him hold his arm under it while she gathered first aid supplies. Once she had what she needed, she dried his arm and had him sit down on the foot of the bed while she soaked a sterile rag in hydrogen peroxide. She began dabbing the cloth onto his wound and his muscles tightened as he sucked air in through his teeth.
“Dammit, why does it burn so much??”
“His saliva becomes highly acidic when he’s under stress. It’s a defense mechanism. Meant to deter attackers.”
She finished cleaning the wound, sealed it, and began wrapping the bandage around it properly.
“Little bastard. Maybe a kick to the teeth would teach him not to use them,” the guard muttered. Allison pursed her lips and purposely pulled the bandage a little too tight around his arm and he grunted in pain. There was a moment of silence as she secured the bandage, then he spoke again.
“Will... Will it be okay? Like, it won’t spread or anything, right?”
“The compound is not toxic, and you received a small dose. You’ll be fine so long as you keep it clean. It’s done, you’re free to go.”
He stood and pulled his sleeve down over his arm. “Thanks, Doctor.”
Allison nodded without looking at him as she turned to put away the first aid kit. Once he’d gone and everything was cleaned up and put away, she opened her laptop to enter the final notes on the report Malcolm wanted, regarding Sing’s responses to the day’s trials. She glanced over the observations of her colleagues, and felt her face contort slightly as she read, nausea creeping up from her stomach to her throat.
Subject exhibited signs of severe distress during administration of EC-127, expressed intense pain. Vital signs reached near-critical levels prior to loss of consciousness. Trial results are inconclusive. Formula will be modified and further testing will be conducted.
-Dr. Silvio Portman
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Subject was highly agitated and combative during post-procedural sample extraction and post-op examination. Restraint is required for safety and efficiency. Recurrent sedation may be needed if subject’s behavior does not improve. In this case placement of a PICC line may be advisable.
-Dr. Grace Tanner
Allison closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, then massaged her temples softly as she tried to calm herself.
Barbaric, she thought to herself. This is wrong and you know it.
Nevertheless, she brought her hands down from her head and hovered her fingers over the keyboard. She’d need to choose her words carefully; it was possible she might be able to spare Sing some unnecessary trauma, but if she was too direct, Malcolm would flag her as biased. She’d need to justify her orders.
Subject displays intense fear and severe anxiety when interacting with staff. Constant stress and heightened cortisol and adrenaline levels may lead to inaccurate data readings and may compromise long-term health. Moderate sedation and analgesics during NRN procedures is recommended to reduce anxiety and manage pain. Consider inhalant or oral sedation instead of intravenous injection to prevent vein damage, and account for heightened metabolism when measuring dosage. Rest between trials and procedures should be lengthened to ensure full and proper recovery. Placement of a PICC line should be reconsidered due to risk of self-injury to subject via deliberate removal.
-Dr. Allison Wood
She printed the report and made her way to Malcolm’s office, then silently placed it on his desk, which he acknowledged with a nod and a quiet grunt without looking up from his work. She turned to leave his office as quickly as she arrived, not waiting for additional confirmation before clocking out and heading to her car.
In the parking lot, the night air was crisp and cool and smelled vaguely of fir trees and magnolia blossoms. Allison inhaled deeply, finding the aroma quite pleasant after being stuck inside a stuffy lab for twelve hours, but her momentary calm was interrupted when her mind offered up the image of Sing, bound and locked up in his small, windowless, lightless cell. He hadn’t even been outside the east wing in months, let alone the entire building. Unallowed the luxury of spring air, he was afforded only the smell of nitrile and sanitizer, which she knew for a fact he was not fond of, whether that be for his stronger senses or what he associated with it.
Her chest twisted with guilt, and she shook her head to herself as she unlocked the doors of her gray Acura and sat down in the driver’s seat. She set her things down in the seat beside her and slid her key into the ignition, but paused before starting it. She glanced over at the messenger bag sitting in her passenger seat and was compelled to pull her tablet out of it and check the monitor one more time.
Sing had given up struggling and had managed to worm his way over to the far corner of the room. He was leaned up against the wall with his head bowed, and though there was no sound, she could tell by the gentle jerking of his shoulders that he was crying.
She set her tablet face down on the seat and rested her face in her hands, hoping that perhaps at the very least the sedative he was given would help him sleep and pass the time quickly. Maybe she could—
A soft knock on the driver’s side window made her jump violently and she turned to find Daniel standing outside the door. He waved and gestured for her to open it, then stepped back as she did.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “You looked like you were being sick or something.”
“I’m... I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
Allison sighed and shook her head.
“Hmm.” Daniel paused for a moment, tapping his finger on her door. “Wanna go out for a drink?”
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The bar was dimly lit with dark wooden walls and multicolored stain glass windows. Neon signs for popular beer brands flashed in windows and over the TVs, which were playing feeds of different football games around the country. The atmosphere was filled with low, casual conversation, no single voice distinguishable from any other, quiet jazz music, and the clinking of tumblers.
Daniel ordered two whiskies on the rocks and was offered a food menu along with his drinks, which he gladly accepted, adding a double-stack burger and fries to his order. Allison’s dinner order was requested, but she asked for no more than a small side salad, fearing she wouldn’t be able to keep anything more than that down.
The two requested a corner table, out of the way and separate from the main hub of the bar, which they were swiftly directed to. Their food and drinks followed shortly after. Daniel wasted no time digging into his while Allison merely stared at the bowl of colorful greens and vegetables in front of her, picking at the tomatoes absently with her fork.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” asked Daniel after a sip from his whisky. Allison glanced up at him momentarily before exhaling deeply and dropping her fork. She took a sip from her own glass before replying.
“This is wrong.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This. Everything we’re doing. Malcolm and his...methods. They’re excessive at best. Deplorable, if you ask me. This operation, this treatment goes against everything I stand for.”
“You mean as a doctor? You think he goes too far with what he allows for the sake of research?”
“Definitely, but it’s more than that. Malcolm isn’t just looking for knowledge and understanding in the name of science, unethical as his practices are. He wants information regarding national security. He thinks Sing is a threat as much as an opportunity, and his interrogation methods are unprincipled to say the least. And if Sing doesn’t comply, or just gives an answer he doesn’t like, his punishments are extreme. Not just pain. He knows what Sing is afraid of and uses that against him. Everything about it is corrupt, immoral, and wrong, and I can’t just stand by and say nothing while he openly spits on everything I value and believe in.”
“Have you voiced your concerns to the board?”
“I have. They didn’t seem overly alarmed by my complaints. I fear there’s a conflict of interest and they’re choosing to look the other way, because they want the information Malcolm is trying to extract.”
“Hm. What about making an appeal to the Council directly?”
“I tried that already too. Apparently, the God-given rights to autonomy and compassion ‘don’t apply to non-human entities.’”
Daniel scoffed. “Well, that seems a bit morally ambiguous.”
“It’s bullshit,” she muttered, leaning forward and dropping the back of an open hand onto the table for emphasis. “’Non-human entities,’” she scoffed, shaking her head. “He is sentient, he can feel pain, he has complex emotions. He’s still a person. Doesn’t matter where he happens to come from or look like. Hell, even animals have laws protecting them from unfair or cruel treatment. I mean, I’m a physician, Daniel. I took an oath to do no harm. How can I claim to uphold that oath if I’m complicit in this?”
There was a brief pause as Daniel considered her words.
“Can I ask you something?”
Allison nodded.
“Why didn’t you just leave?” His tone indicated genuine curiosity and concern, not challenge or argument. “I mean, back when they first brought him in, plenty of people left right off the bat, saying they didn’t want to have anything to do with something so ‘unethical.’ I think when the Council said ‘extraterrestrial life,’ they were thinking more like microbiology or botany.”
Allison rolled her eyes and shook her head again.
“Others left several weeks in, their reasoning being they couldn’t take the guilt. That he was ‘too human.’ I know you feel similarly. Why did you stay?”
Allison sighed and tapped her finger on the table, considering her response. “I thought about it,” she said finally. “I almost did. But then I thought if I left, he’d have no one. No one left who cared that this was wrong, or to advocate on his behalf. I couldn’t just abandon him. Especially after I knew exactly how he was being treated. But I told myself that if I was going to stay, I couldn’t be apathetic. My presence had to make a difference. If I stayed and didn’t help, then it didn’t change anything.” She paused. “I’d be just another faceless tormentor.”
“So... What do you plan on doing, then?”
She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know. I mean, obviously I can’t just take him home and set him up on the couch in my apartment. But I’m not just gonna sit and watch him be...tortured...and offer no comfort. I need to do something. I just don’t know what. Anything I can do just feels so insignificant. I need to do more.”
“Allison, you need to be careful. Look, I’m on your side here. I agree this is wrong. But if you really want to help him, you gotta keep a level head. Malcolm already suspects you of bias, and he’s watching you closely. If he finds a reason to dismiss you, then you can’t do anything for the kid.”
“I know that. That’s why I feel so helpless. Malcolm has reprimanded me several times already for ‘coddling’ him. He doesn’t even want me using his name. Thinks it humanizes him too much.”
“Mm.” Daniel watched silently for a moment as Allison picked at the skin of her cuticles. “Listen, why don’t you take a break? Go visit your family back east for a few days? I can keep an eye on the kid until you’re back.”
Allison scoffed softly.
“What, you don’t think I can handle it? I’ll bet I could calm him down in less time than it takes the twins to go to bed.”
“No, I think you’re underestimating the intensity of his mistrust. He wouldn’t let you get close enough to try. Besides, I can’t just leave right now anyway. We’re in the middle of trials and we have review deadlines soon. I couldn’t get time off if I tried.”
“Still, I think you’re taking on too much responsibility on your own. Regardless of the circumstances, you’re supposed to be working with a team. I know you feel like you can’t work with yours because your fundamental ideals are too different, but you can’t help him on your own. Let me help you. I can at least watch over him on your days off so you can actually relax.”
Allison shook her head. “You’re not familiar to him. He wouldn’t be calm with you, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“So tell him who I am. He’s seen me before.”
“He’s seen everyone before. And you all wear the same uniform. He won’t differentiate between you and Malcolm in terms of what he can expect during an interaction.”
Daniel chuckled quietly. “Maybe that’s true. But you got him to trust you, and you and all your fellow whitecoats look the same to me.”
“Building that trust took a long time.” She paused and twisted her glass absently in thought. “Although, it might not be a bad idea to familiarize him with someone else.” She contemplated the idea for a moment. “Tomorrow morning, when I release him, I’m going to take him to my lab for an examination because I’m almost certain he’s injured. It’d be a miracle if he wasn’t with how he was handled today. When I do, I can request you join me, for ‘security.’ If you’re present when he’s in a relatively vulnerable state and he realizes you’re not going to hurt him, it would at least be a good first step.”
Daniel shrugged. “I can do that.”
“Daniel.”
“Yeah?”
Allison hesitated, wondering if it was really wise to divulge her ultimate intentions, or rather her ultimate hopes. He’d never given her a reason to believe he’d betray her in all the years she’d known him, but this was a much greater risk, and if it failed, she would not be the only one detrimentally affected.
He seemed to notice her reservation.
“Allison.” He waited for her to meet his eyes. “You know you can trust me. Okay? We've known each other for 17 years. Have I ever not had your back?”
She shook her head.
“I have children. You think I take pleasure in watching someone else’s kid be treated this way?”
“No.”
“No, I don’t. Whatever you want to do to help him, I’ll be on your side.”
She sighed, tapping her finger nervously on the table.
“I want to get him out,” she said finally.
“Okay, how do you propose we do that?”
Allison glanced around the bar, ensuring no one was within earshot before she replied.
“The pod he arrived in,” she began. “Is it still in Tech?”
Daniel narrowed his eyes a bit. “Yes...”
“How far along are they in restoring it to operative condition?”
“It probably won’t ever fly again, but they’ve gotten some of the computer system working, and they’re working on translating it. Where are you going with this?”
Allison was silent, processing the information.
“Wait, you’re not thinking of sending him back in that thing, are you?”
“No, of course not.”
“What, then?”
“...Do you think it has an SOS signal transmitter?”
Daniel blinked and his demeanor suddenly changed dramatically. He became tense and glanced nervously around the bar, then leaned in, lowering his voice to a murmur. “You want to call his people here? To retrieve him?”
“Yes. And if Malcolm is somehow right and there are others here, they might even be closer than we think.”
“Allison, we don’t know what kind of fight that might bring here. What if they see his treatment here as a threat? What if he spills his guts about everything and they want payback? If they decide that the Department’s actions are worthy of retribution and that they want to dish out justice themselves, do you think they’ll differentiate between those involved and those who are ignorant? Innocent people could get hurt!”
“I don’t believe they would hurt innocents.”
“You can’t know that for sure. And even if you did, do you think they would spare us? Do you think we wouldn’t be considered involved? I can’t risk my family getting hurt because of a misunderstanding.”
“You said you’d have my back.”
“And I do. You know I do. But you gotta think about this!”
“I have thought about it, Daniel. You don’t think I’ve considered all those possibilities? But he’s not safe here, no matter where we try to hide him. We’d have to be constantly looking over our shoulders. I couldn’t do that to you and Naomi and the twins, and I couldn’t condemn Sing to a life of constant fear of recapture. This is the only way to ensure permanent security for everyone. And I do believe that they have the capacity for diplomacy. If they demand justice, I believe fair judgement would be sought, not immediately carried out through violence, especially if Sing’s input is considered.”
“It’s a risk.”
“It’s one I’m willing to take.”
Daniel sighed and shook his head, rubbing his palms together nervously as he considered.
“You said you’d help me,” she reminded him. “I know this is the right thing to do. I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I thought it would risk harm to you or your family in any way. I’m asking you to trust me. Please, Daniel.”
Daniel sat silently for several seconds, resting his mouth against his knuckles as he considered her request. Her palms began to sweat with each moment that passed, and she began to worry that it had been a mistake to reveal her plans to him, but then...
“Okay,” he said finally. Allison sighed heavily in relief. “Okay, I’ll help you.”
“Thank you.”
“As long as you can promise me that my family won’t get hurt. And, Allison, you’re part of that family. I’m not trading you for him.”
“I understand. You won’t have to.”
“Good. Now how exactly do you plan on communicating with them?”
“Like I said, I’m hoping the pod has some sort of built-in distress call. If it does, it should be easy to send out. I just need to figure out how to access that without Malcolm catching on.”
Daniel paused for a moment in thought, then nodded. “I might know a way to get around that.”
Being extremely hyperfixated on my own OC's but being unable to infodump to anyone because no one else is into my OC's (which makes sense because as for now I'm the only person who knows their story) which results in me sitting in my room, shaking with excitement and explaining my own characters to...
i’ve decided to officially follow my dreams and start posting oc content publicly on here! but in order to do so, i wanted to make sure that those who are interested have a reference post if they desire more detailed context or background for scenes and excerpts i publish. this post exists to hopefully serve that purpose :)
i’ve honestly been really scared to post anything about my novel or its characters, as i don’t really know what to expect and this story is very important to me, but i really truly want to share it with people and maybe make some friends in the process, and the only way im going to do that is by putting it out there to be seen. so here goes!
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Brief Plot Overview
Kilonova follows the story of Nichol Martinez (caretaker), a young college freshman studying history and anthropology, and Sing (whumpee, aka Noah), a strange, timid boy, whose paths cross suddenly one evening after a large scale power outage forces an early end to Nichol’s evening movie plans with her best friend, Tori. Injured, frightened, and clearly evading something (or someone), Sing is reluctant to accept help from strangers, but is ultimately convinced when considering the alternative of freezing to death in the bitter cold of late November, or taking his chances with his pursuers.
After bringing Sing back to Nichol’s house, the two girls quickly realize he is no ordinary runaway and that his situation may be much more complicated and dire than they’d initially assumed. He doesn’t speak much, and what English he does use is hushed and broken, but as communication gradually becomes clearer between them, Sing reveals truths about his origins, his past, who is hunting him and why, and how a shot in the dark may be his only chance at true escape.
Now Nichol must decide whether she is truly equipped to assist this strange boy in evading capture and finding safety or if she’s in way over her head and if the risk to her own and her family’s safety is worth the life of her new companion.
Meanwhile, Sing’s malevolent pursuers track lead after lead, tracing every clue they can find to draw closer to him—though they may not be the only ones following his trail.
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this sci-fi/fantasy, interplanetary drama explores themes of found family, royalty, romance, friendship, trust, betrayal, trauma, gifts and curses, loyalty, prejudice and self-acceptance. it’s a love story in every sense of the word (platonic, familial, romantic, and self) and has a lot of fun experimenting with tropes of supernatural abilities, alien life and cultures, and adventure with lots of angst and hurt/comfort throughout ;) the above collage is a creation of mine meant to convey the general vibe of the story 🌌
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now for some character introductions! this story has a relatively large cast, but for the sake of this blog, i will only be providing detailed profiles for a select few, those who appear most frequently in my writing. i apologize in advance for their length, i like to be thorough and fear i have a tendency to overexplain things
Singaneh(Sing)/Noah - our extraterrestrial protagonist and ill-fated whumpee, Sing belongs to a race of avian humanoids called “ta’ri” who hail from the distant planet of Fandonissia. More specifically, he is a citizen of the kingdom of Anilea, the ancestral home of the Aha’ani people. He exists on Earth as a refugee, against his wishes but at the will of his parents, sent away in an effort to protect him from the war that killed his older brother. The transport meant to carry him and several other civilians covertly to Earth is targeted and destroyed en route with Noah as the only survivor. Unlike the transport he would have arrived on, the escape pod does not have cloaking technology, which results in his immediate capture upon landing by the Government Baddies™️. In their custody, he is subject to imprisonment, interrogation, and eventually some pretty brutal experiments.
Nichol Martinez - the main female lead of the story. Much (though not all) of the official narrative is actually told through her point of view. After Sing’s eventual escape from the lab he’s been kept in, he is found by Nichol and her friend Tori, who promptly decide to take him home upon seeing his distress. Nichol resolves to let him sleep in her home on a pull-out bed in her basement, where she befriends him and quickly becomes his caretaker as she learns about his past.
Allison Wood - Allison is a doctor and researcher at the lab where Sing was kept, her job being to assist in studying him and to keep him healthy. She takes pity on him and becomes something of a parental caretaker to him while he’s there. She does her best to protect and care for Sing while he’s there, but she must also appease Malcolm, her superior, who is dead set on exploiting Sing for his unique abilities, promising biology, and the information he possesses.
Jakob Malcolm - a former Colonel in the US Marines, Malcolm is the head overseer of Project Evergreen, the official operation to contain, study, and exploit Sing (and any other extraterrestrial life or technology they come to possess). He calls every shot, green lights every experiment and carries out every interrogation. To him, Sing is a threat to international security as much as an opportunity for power and he is eager to control him, no matter what it takes.
Grace Tanner - Doctor Tanner is head of the fundamental research team for the project. She carries out Malcolm’s orders and runs every experiment and procedure that Sing endures. She has no empathy for him and shows little emotion in her work aside from mild annoyance when Sing fights her tests.
Daniel Collins - Collins is a guard at the lab and a close friend of Allison. It was Collins who recommended Allison for this job and is the reason she has it. He is wary of Sing at first, but eventually he is convinced by Allison that he is not dangerous and joins her in her efforts to help him.
Kotori (Tori) Jeong - Nichol’s best friend and most trusted supporter. Though lighthearted and humorous, she is often the voice of reason and offers sound advice, and tough love when needed.
Melsha - Sing’s best friend since childhood. She was the only one to not give up on him after his presumed death, and the first one to discover he was still alive after the explosion.
Lahera - princess of Anilea, heir to the throne and close friend of both Sing and Melsha. The first one to believe Melsha and assist in her efforts to locate Sing on Earth.
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this blog will mostly be a place where i can have fun sharing about my story and its progress, share art and excerpts, discuss tropes and themes, and hopefully make some friends! im also hoping that putting it out there and having more people interested will help motivate me to actually work on it instead of just daydreaming about it haha. i have a tendency to procrastinate and am not used to posting regularly on any socials but i PROMISE if there’s interest i will try to get content out somewhat frequently 😭
i thrive on answering specific questions cause it helps me know what i’ve missed, so if you have any, please don’t hesitate to ask or comment!
