#AND i don't have to write descriptive stuff

[s0lar-ch3ri]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO @justyouraverageleafykinnie AND @dogboyratgirl TAKE THE SILLIES

tw theyre fluffy and sweet in this so yeah (also long. also will maybe post to ao3 someday idrk)

title is "together we can figure it out!" a bears in trees lyric

this fic features lint from wonderlust as well as wonderlust ocs of my friends :3 (I AM NOT CAUGHT UP WITH WONDERLUST DO NOT EXPECT TO GET FUTURE EP REFS I DONT MIND SPOILERS IM JUST SAYING)

description: It's Aluntine's day (or their world's Valentine's day), and for strange, almost 100% homosexual reasons, Lint can't do anything but find his way back to Apple.

Lint had faced many Aluntines days inside the bakery with his mom, just making cookies. Couples came in, grabbed sweet little treats for their sweet little treats (that isn't incredible wording, maybe he hangs out by Troy too much), and left. It wasn't a lonely time, not when it made business. As he looks across the tables before opening, things feel different.

"You alright Bumblebee?"

Lint half-buzzes back a response. It's not even opening time, he needs to keep it together. Come on!

"Repeat that?"

He buzzes a bit more, less responding to the question and more mumbling to himself. Nothing else is different, nothing's too special about today, well maybe minus...

He leaves the bakery, off to find his sweet little treat.

Apple is not expecting much today. Yes, this time around, Apple could have gone with Lint somewhere nice, however he knew Lint was busy today at the bakery, so maybe he would bug him after. In the meantime, Apple was working on writing something. The plan was simple: finish this, check on the orchard, maybe visit the bakery and see that bee, all that good stuff.

Just like how he changed his life, Lint had changed his plans. With a jumpscare that made Apple fall out his chair, a special bee came buzzing in. All of Apple's panic faded into something softer seeing the culprit of the noise. He sighs a bit.

"Hello, sugarfly."

"I...I feel strange." Lint stands a bit awkwardly in the doorway. Apple repositions himself so they sit up better.

"Go on."

"I thought today was gonna be a normal day, but it just...doesn't. And I didn't know where to go so..."

"Of course." Apple starts cleaning up his writing supplies. He can finish it later.

"Do you uh- how do you ask this sort of thing..."

Apple bleats curiously.

"Do you want to be my Alumni? I just...I don't know. We can uh, hang out, like always, but, special? Not really? Help me out here..."

Apple giggles. "Of course darling."

He buzzes excitedly and Apple can't help but grin at him. I mean, when it's a nice day outside, pretty and basically shining, who could help themself?

"What were you thinking of?"

Lint sinks a bit into himself. Oh cog, he didn't think of something big. Or, uh, anything. What did Mars say? Deep breaths? He takes a couple, in for 7, hold for 6, release for 5. Surely Apple wouldn't mind. He hates liars anyways.

"I uh...I don't know. I just knew I had to come to you."

"That's okay! We can figure it out together!"

Cog that goat was pretty. No, Lint, focus! You have to give them the best date he's ever seen! Just how…

“Maybe a nice restaurant?”

“They may be all reserved out babydoll…”

“Oh…Does my place sound nice?”

“Always does.”

Did it feel silly to take Apple from their house to bee’s? Yes, but to be fair, there were specific things Lint needed there to make sure this was perfect. Apple deserved nothing less.

Walking in, she hears some commotion from the kitchen, mostly just grumbling and the sounds of the assembly of a gift. Looking past his neutral green walls into the kitchen with its purple walls, he sees Troy, bright red and looking just pissed. He angrily puts a ribbon around a set of orchids colored with mint and blue orchids. Despite his pissed…everything, Troy handles the flowers with much care.

“Something wrong Champion?”

“JAX.”

 “Is he-”

“THAT STUPID PRETTY BOY BASTARD ASKED ME ON A DATE BEFORE I COULD AND I NEED TO BEAT HIM WITH MY SLED. ALSO MAYBE KISS HIM.”

“You go do that love.”

Troy stomps by him, grabbing his face gently and kisses his cheek. Lint giggles, which sounds a bit like a buzz. He buzzes a lot. That wasn’t a bad thing, he hopes. Maybe he should just set up the movie.

“We uh, we’ve gotten a lot of movies. There’s Ratatoing- that’s not a good one, there’s Cloverfield, Jax may have left around his strange ‘Ratnarok’ documentaries or something- what interests you?”

“Uhhhh, all of them?”

“Love Rattually it is.”

As Apple helps with selecting the movie, he sets up the couch with its assortment of pillows and blankets. One is plain and fuzzy, a muted green, another a felt one with sunflowers on it. Lint grabs some pretzels and popcorn in the kitchen, he also prepares 2 cups of coffee, one for himself, and one for his heaven send.

Apple is still by the couch, sitting, waiting for Lint. He holds the letter he had planned to give Lint later that day, going over each carefully plucked and nurtured word. Lint had brought lights to his days that he would have known from no other being or aspect of living, the least he can do is give him something of perfection. Lint deserves nothing less.

He adds a couple details to it and carefully folds it so as to not crease it. He hopes it’s good enough. They finish the set up as footsteps come on by them behind the couch. Lint holds his arms around Apple from above as bee places in his hands a cup of coffee.

“Got you a cup! Made with love.” Lint is buzzing with joy, putting his head on Apple’s shoulder. Apple takes this as the chance to pepper him slightly with kisses, but like any well made dish, too much seasoning- well here it just made him giggle and light-heartedly protest.

“Let me put my cup down first angel!” He smiles and snickers and Apple feels his heart flutter around and he gains another reason to love him.

Lint climbs over into the blankets and snuggles up next to Apple as they play some movies, drinking coffee. At certain parts, Apple turns his gaze back to Lint and sometimes Lint’s looking at him. As eyes meet, the boys giggle as they give each other compliments and flirts and kisses. As their binging goes on, their energy simmers down with the time, fading into simple cuddling on the couch. Cups sit on the table, basically empty, with the TV’s hum as natural to the environment as Lint’s buzzing was to him. He adored this bee beyond words.

He carefully wriggles his letter out from his pocket, using the blue light to guide his reading ability.

‘’Dearest sweetest bee I’ve known, Lint

There are many things I want to tell you. I want to tell you how you are the light of my days and how no sun nor star could outshine you. I want to tell you how your voice is a gracious melody, with each note and buzz writing a harmonious tune I wish to hold forever. I want to tell you how I could count the stars that trail the sky and name all the shades of its majesty and not once could I think of a world where it’d be a more beautiful sight then the warmth of your smile. I want to tell you how you’ve taken my world and sculpted it to a more magical and wondrous one then I could have arrived too. I want to tell you how the ideas of love and friendship were carefully taught to me by the wondrous bee you are. I want to tell you how you’re the sweetest nectar I’ve tried and I’ve never felt once a need to find another.

There are many things I want to tell you. Maybe I can settle with a few words. I love you Lint, you are a shining star, thank you, I love you, thank you.

All the love I can give,

Apple’’

He’s still unsure if all he’s wanted to say is there, if that’s what bee would understand is true. Thoughts swarm Apple’s head, like a wasp hive, aiming for his heart. Before he gets lost in his mind, Apple hears a small faint buzz from a special someone under his head. He seemed to have fallen asleep a bit ago. The small reminder grounds Apple and his heart calms down with him. He’s got someone too close to there to be so worried. He remembers Lint’s words before, what he didn’t exactly say but was always there.

I didn't know where to go so I came to you.

Apple smiles a bit, closing his eyes and falling for the background TV ambience himself. Together they will figure it out.

[carn4g3]

Can you do a HC for Masky, Hoodie, Slenderman and X Virus pretty please?

Creepypasta Relationship HCs (3)

Characters: Bloody Painter, X-Virus, Nina the Killer & Slenderman x GN Reader

Summary: How they are in a relationship aka the most unhinged yet.

TWs: Descriptions of yandere behavior, kidnapping, possessiveness, stalking, brainwashing, isolation, and unhealthy relationships, mentions of murder, blood, and violence, & very brief mentions of sex.

Word Count: 3.4k (~700 to 900 each)

A/N: This is a combination of about three hc requests and I decided to throw in Helen for the hell (ha) of it. I've never technically written for any of these characters before, so I hope I'm able to do them justice!

Part 1 | Part 2

Bloody Painter

I don't know how many of y'all reading this have read the Night Shift (check my pinned post if you're interested), but Helen was originally supposed to be included as a love interest. I kind of ran out of ideas for how to write him and decided to scrap the idea... but we're fixing that now!

In terms of his appearance and even mental state, Helen is probably the most worthy to interact with the public. That certainly doesn't mean he likes to, though. He avoids social interaction like the plague, and any "friends" he's accumulated under Slender have been by mere chance, in his opinion.

His interest in you is a result of a similar random chance. You could be under Slender's control or not, it doesn't matter to him in the slightest. Helen finds himself most enraptured by your appearance; it's practically love at first sight. Unlike some of his other victims of choice, he sees you as his ultimate muse. Killing you would simply be a waste of all that you're worth, he needs to keep you to be his alone.

He'll stalk you a bit before he makes his first move. He just has to be sure that it's not a fluke that you're so interesting. At this point, he's already hooked, so it's only a matter of time before he makes his presence known. Helen is perfectly capable of approaching you normally, perhaps trying to get you to fall for him on your own, but that just takes so much time. He's surprisingly impatient and also incapable of being subtle. It's just easier if he whisks you away first and handles all the reciprocal stuff later.

I gave a lot of the others the benefit of the doubt that they wouldn't outright kidnap someone of their interests, but I just can't imagine Helen any other way.

Needless to say, your relationship is monogamous. Helen doesn't let you interact with others without his direct "supervision," and, even then, it's probably exclusively people he knows. Admittedly, he's not the best at establishing boundaries with his equally psychopathic friends, so they tend to just burst in regardless of his wishes. In the case that you have your own role under Slender, Helen will reluctantly let you out of his grip but only when needed.

Despite the pretty self-serving nature of his relationship with you, he eventually comes around to trying to capture your interests. It's no mystery that his infatuation stems from a need to express your beauty through any and all artistic forms he can master. He doesn't necessarily give these pieces to you, but they're constantly on display. You likely have your own room in whichever place he resides in, so Helen takes the liberty to decorate it with your own face and body. Even his own room is littered with additional drawings and paintings that he considers to be the best.

Quality time is the most clearly identifiable form of affection he demonstrates. Most of his artistic process involves sitting and staring at his reference (you) until he can get each feature, expression, and pose just right. Helen loves to just linger around you, not necessarily talking or doing anything with you, but rather watching. His blue eyes pierce into your soul in such an unsettling way that it might drive you to madness alone.

He's not actually a big fan of physical affection, but he initiates gestures like that anyway. Helen's knowledge of romantic relationships stems almost exclusively from a handful of romance novels and telenovelas, so he assumes physical touch is just a given in any relationship. Whether you're comfortable with it or not, he'll press a kiss to your face as a form of goodbye or cuddle up behind you when you sleep.

Helen's wardrobe is specifically curated to take into account every issue he has with certain fabrics and other textures against his skin. Since he sees you as a glorified pet, your clothing selection is equally as controlled. Not only can he look at you and not imagine that texture on his own skin, but he can also initiate physical affection as he pleases. On rare occasions, he'll give you an outfit for the sole purpose of drawing you in it. However, if you choose to wear it to avoid physical contact, you might find it missing rather quickly.

X-Virus

I'm not sure how long X-Virus has been around, but he was a bit of a new character for me when I re-entered the fandom a couple of years ago. So, my hcs for him are pretty fresh.

Like many of the others, I think he's fascinated with what he perceives as a "normal" life. He hardly opposes his murderous lifestyle, but rather finds a fascination in those who didn't go down the serial killer route. Do you not know how much easier everything is when you just go batshit? Why wouldn't everyone want to live like this?

My understanding of Cody is that he's meant to be like Toby but with a few tweaks. Undeniably, there's similarities between the two and what they look for in a partner. He's certainly just as interested in someone who exudes mentor/parental energy and would probably develop feelings for someone who's a bit older than him in age. He wants to please, the thought alone sets his heart ablaze. Differing from his counterpart, I don't think Cody quite has the same aversion to authority figures. He's hardly the most rule-abiding, but he doesn't clash heads with others quite as much.

Keeping on theme here, he stalks you relentlessly before making a proper move. Cody might look like the average guy, but he doesn't really see himself that way. He avoids lingering in public spaces if he can help it, so your initial run-in with him was pure chance-- fate, as he would call it. He wouldn't really need to see much of you or your actions before deciding that you're the one.

Cody's role under Slender has very little to do with stealth operations, and that's on purpose. In a crowd he might be able to blend in, but he's a bit of a lost cause when stranded entirely on his own. Cody has none of the patience to be waiting around for hours on end while you just sit there; he needs to be involved. He breaks into your home on numerous occasions, sometimes even while you're still there.

You may never see an actual person, but you know someone else has been in your space. Cody takes your things, leaves drawers and doors of all kinds open, and creates a mess wherever he chooses to prowl. Even if you're smart enough to start taking preventative actions, he evades them. Extra locks? He'll make a copy of those keys as well. Alarm system? He has a friend (BEN) that can disable them with the touch of a button. You can not keep him away from you.

He tries to fabricate a handful of meet-cutes, but they likely won't ever go as planned. Cody can have all the technical details he wants; he simply doesn't have the charisma to make a short encounter charming enough. Actually talking to you causes the words to get caught in his throat, and, when he does get around to speaking, he's clearly not the most socialized person.

At the end of the day, he doesn't honestly care if he's successfully attracted your attention. He loves you, and that should be enough to get you to reciprocate. No matter what, Cody's impatience will take hold and he'll involve himself in your life. The situation is far from seamless, by the way. The reveal that he's been your stalker is sudden, and his reappearance from that point on will become expected. If you try to ignore him and his affections, maybe even seek out another partner, he'll take matters into his own hands.

He's a bit shy with his affections at first, but he comes around pretty quickly. Much like Toby, he's big on acts of service. He would do almost anything for you if you asked. Even if you don't ask, he might do things he thinks you'd like him to do just so he can hear you gush and thank him for his efforts. Nothing puts a blush on the man's face more than a simple "thank you" from you.

Y'all knew this was coming up, but would he purposely infect you with an illness? At first, the thought would be last on his mind. He sees those he infects as nothing more than easily disposable subjects, and you're the furthest from that to him. Though, it's quite easy to become sick regardless of his interference. It's sort of like breaking a seal in his mind once you get sick for the first time. He can take care of you, and, depending on how ill you are, you probably won't even reject it-- hell, you might even need to depend on him. Cody will never intentionally expose you to something he worries might kill you. But, becoming exposed to the common cold every few months? He'll be there to take care of you.

Cody isn't too good at initiating physical affection, but he does want it from you. Growing up without any properly nurturing parental figures then being quickly funneled into Slenderman's killing apparatus, he doesn't know touch very well. Initially, he might think of himself as touch adverse, but he's quick to figure out the racing of his heart when your skin brushes his isn't a totally bad feeling. Cody was pretty clingy in the first place, so this revelation just increases that tenfold. Like an overly attached cat, your personal space is his as well.

Nina the Killer

I was originally thinking about doing a post with just relationship hcs for the girls, but I might just do one for all the other girls anyways.

Getting into a relationship with Nina isn't a particularly long process. Once she has her sights on you, she hardly waits before deciding to sink her teeth in. She doesn't express her interests explicitly right off the bat, but it's no secret that all of her moves are an attempt to make you more and more interested. If you indulge her efforts, that's when she makes her intentions clear. Don't accept it? Nina doesn't care. She'll keep trying.

She's not too picky, but I think she would be more likely to stick with a partner who is under Slender's control than one who isn't. Few things hold Nina's attention for very long, and a relationship is not an exception. If she has to travel a significant distance to properly see you, the thrill becomes old all too quick. Meanwhile, Slender's pawns tend to reside in much closer succession to each other than the outside world, so she's more likely to seek you out-- finding thrill in aspects other than sneaking around.

Even then, it's not a guarantee she'll stick around consistently. When she becomes interested in something, it's a slippery slope to boundless obsession. Nina's fixated on you at first, maybe even longer than usual since you two managed to reach actual relationship status, but it'll inevitably fade. From that point, you're almost like her rebound-- a middle point to go to as she finds the next thing.

Jeff was her first true obsession, so her approach can be kind of similar to his but there are some key differences. Nina's interest in a relationship isn't just the sex, but the romantic aspect as well. She wants to be doted on and obsessed over just like she's done for everything in her life. While it may seem like a one-sided thing, she's actually pretty competent at reciprocal gestures. Her ultimate understanding of you may just be a projection of herself onto another body, but that does mean you'll get back most, if not all of, the affection you pour into her.

Speaking of Jeff, he also exists as a sort of middle point for her. Her brain can't sit still for long, so, if something hasn't hooked it for long enough, she goes back to old habits. Sometimes that results in her being extra attentive to you, but it can also mean a return to Jeff. Even worse, she will not hear you out if you have a problem with it. Once again, Nina can really only emulate the feeling of empathy by seeing others literally as herself. So, you should know just how much Jeff means to her.

On that topic, Nina's obsessions aren't always romantic in nature, but there's no denying they can be. As soon as she's interested, you're the last thing on her mind, and she will disappear for months on end until the dopamine rush fades. Just like with her and Jeff, your complaints about this behavior will fall on deaf ears. You simply can't police her on that. No amount of threats will change the matter.

Most unfortunate for you, she does not see this as a two way street. She can have her little obsessions, but you so much as looking at another person in a certain way might set her off entirely. While she's gone, Nina certainly isn't keeping tabs on you and whatever you do with others. But, once she returns, you're expected to welcome her with open arms at a moment's notice. In her mind, it's simply not possible for you to split your attention between her and someone else like that. She's not totally opposed to hearing out whatever counter argument you make, but it certainly won't sway her opinion in the long-term.

Moving on, Nina is a big physical affection girly. Hug her, kiss her, cuddle her, crawl into her skin, all possible options! As established, she'll give you just as much physical affection back. She doesn't have a consistent schedule of any kind, but she almost always fits a nice mid-day nap into whatever it is she's doing. Nina expects you to curl up with her regardless of your own schedule or responsibilities. You two have to look exactly like these two cats shaped like hearts or else you don't love her. She's only sort of joking.

Meaningful words of affection aren't a strong suit of hers. She tends to fling around compliments and "love you's" to a lot of people, so they don't really mean too much to her when they fall from her mouth. On the flip side, you saying those things to her is about the equivalent of a marriage proposal, especially when she's deep in her obsessive swing.

I think Nina is a great gift-giver as well. Her artistic skills aren't quite as extensive as Helen's, but she's not half-bad. If she feels especially enraptured by you, she'll give you a drawing she did of you or even the both of you together. I don't know anyone who doesn't think of her as a scene girl, so her main gift to you is in the form of kandi bracelets. She can string one of those together like it's nothing and could probably give you 1000 a day if you had the arm space. Giving them to you is one thing and seeing you wear them is a must. She's usually satisfied seeing you wear a particular one for at least a week before giving you another

Slenderman

Oh boy. I tend to write Slender as an embodiment of societal issue rather than a character of its own, but I thought I'd try my hand at something new :)

Also (just because I love info-dumping about my writing), I use varying pronouns for Slender based on a character's perspective. If a character doesn't like Slender or only views it as some evil master, then I use it/its. But, in the case that a character likes the creature and sees him more friendly, I use he/him pronouns. It's not super important, just a touch I really like adding.

You will become Slender's pawn if it takes an interest in you. That's a non-negotiable, being near it is impossible otherwise. Its treatment of you, on the other hand, is much different than that of its actual pawns. Whether Slender has real feelings or not is unclear, but it's not easily capable of growing attached to its proxies. It collects them for a specific reason just as it collected you.

You're probably nothing too exceptional, not a killer with a crazy backstory, just a normal person. It sinks its influence into your mind at a much slower rate than usual in order to not alarm you. You'll barely even notice as your dreams become more and more consumed by the image of the woods just outside your home. Feelings of fear and discomfort shift to those of delight as the faceless being slowly reveals itself to you. Before you even know it, you're walking happily towards its awaiting form to be taken for good.

No surprises here, it simply whisks you away from civilization as soon as the brainwashing process is complete. Slender doesn't particularly care how its other human extensions live as long as they keep themselves alive enough to complete the next task. You, on the other hand, deserve much better accommodations than that. The woods are a vast and endless space that Slender controls, so it'll probably locate a quaint little cabin far from civilization to trap you in.

You're a more well kept secret than nuclear launch codes. To the world, you've disappeared, and it will inevitably erase even that memory from public consciousness. Any wanderers will get inexplicably turned around if they get too close and not even its closest proxies know of your existence. There's no need for something with even a speck of human emotion to conceptualize taking you away from it.

More often than not, you don't see Slender, but you feel it's there. Gifts are the most common sign of its presence. People "lose" things of all shapes and sizes in the woods all the time. And, since it knows everything about you, the perfect gift is always just one dead body away. That might be the only tell to its proxies that there's something different going on with the creature; it's much more sadistic than it was before. In the case that it doesn't want to pillage worthless human goods, it'll leave you a bundle of wildflowers. Slender certainly appreciates other forms of nature, probably the more macabre. But, It views you as something similar to one of those little flowers that grow in its domain; something small (relative to it, at least) and beautiful amidst the horrors of humanity.

From one tentacle monster lover to the next, I hate to disappoint, but Slender does not care for physical affection. Its tentacle appendages can't really feel much except for the fading pulse of whichever sorry creature ends up in its grasp. So, whenever it shows you it's physical form, it just kind of... stands there. No face, but always watching-- as they say. If you try to reach out and touch its form (hands, face, etc.), it might indulge your interests, but it doesn't particularly care for it.

Words of affection are a similar beast. It doesn't have a mouth, duh. But, even if it did give its form one, Slender can only communicate through the mind. It's an old creature too, so its compliments can be semi-convoluted or just Lovecraftian (I said Shakespearean originally... but I feel like referencing Lovecraft is funnier). You know it means well, but you might not be able to pinpoint exactly which words indicate that much.

After all I've said of Slender, it's control over you isn't entirely ironclad-- there's a few gaps. Certain sensations, scents, maybe even items might inexplicably remind you of the life you once lived. When those memories surface, they're extremely blurry, and Slender tends to jump in rather quickly once it senses that distress in your mind. They give you a certain sense of having lived a previous life, like there's something you're missing. You likely won't come to fully realize any of it as long as the creature lives, but it can't completely eradicate your curious human nature.

[sircantus]

Mr Cantus!! How do you make the horror go horror-y in your writing?? You're horror is always SO GOOD. AND SCARY. IT'S DELICIOUS!!!

If you don't have like any detailed formal instructions though I'd also just like to know your thought process, no matter how chaotic, anything will do.

Thank you either way and I hope your day is lovely<3

Good question! UHHHHHHHH

its mostly just all about descriptions i suppose. Specifically wording that is unsettling. Focusing on the warm blood through veins, teeth gritted at your jaw. But also single sentences that are isolated and without detail give great vibes too. Like for example

The hallway is dark.

The hallway isn’t supposed to be dark. Tommy left that light on.

Blah blah blah blah. Then put in character explanation as to why the lonely sentence is unsettling. Why the hallway shouldn’t be dark. Over describe on the little reactions, heart beating in chest, fingers touching the cold counter, stuff like that. Under describe the surroundings. The unknown makes people think of something worse. What the heck is in the hallway?? We dont know. We just know that now its dark and thats SCARY.

[crow-quilll]

Hello :) i really like ur writing style and wanted to know your writing tips!

Like, how do you get a clean and nice pace? Or how to write intense scenes? Or what words to choose? Etc

I thank you graciously for sharing your works 🙏🙏

HELLO SLEEPY!! I meant to respond to this way earlier but stuff got in the way -- however I have arrived!!

Let's dig in:

In terms of pacing, it is always helpful to have a clear outline of every event that will happen - I write all of mine in a notes app, write down each key event and how the chapter will progress. I think that way I get a good idea of what sections should be longer, which are more important and need more detail, and which should be intentionally fast to amp up pressure. Ofc it depends on what you're writing! I've always written these sorts of angsty hurt/comfort fics, so I've just had a lot of practice with them. I can assure you that I'd struggle with a slow pace slice-of-life au in any fandom.

Writing intense scenes mostly comes with practice, I've had 10 long years of experience haha! But there are some things that I've learned to do for those scenes:

Positioning is important, set it up early. You want your readers to know exactly where your characters are so they aren't confused which will slow down how they read the scene. You want them following the speed of the scene you've set.

Shortening your sentences and descriptions will make your scene more intense because your reader feels like they are struggling to keep up with it. It also makes them predict a breaking point - a point in the sentence structure where it reaches a limit and either stops completely or slows back down. So they hang on to every word, waiting for that drop.

Metaphors and imagery are great for describing emotional or physical pain - but I try not to overdo it, especially in "Nobody's Soldier" when those scenes are pretty lengthy. I try to keep those scenes feeling intense and quick because the stakes are supposed to feel high for Gi-hun - and by extension, for the readers.

As for word choice, that really depends on your style and where you find your inspiration from! Like I said, I've primarily written hurt/comfort and whump fics, so my style developed to be very physical: I always think about the facial expressions of the characters, the way their body reacts to stimuli, where they are standing and how they stand, etc. That comes from working on how to describe reactions to pain, and they always tell you to show it instead of telling it: "he winced/he flinched" rather than "it hurt him".

A lot of my style just comes from the things I take inspiration from. Funnily enough, I don't read fics or books for fun because I read so much for university in my history/english program. So I find my inspiration in the historical sources and literature I read. I think a good example I can give is from a poem by Wilfred Owen, an English poet who fought in WWI, called Dulce et Decorum est, which uses very visceral language (ie. "His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;/ If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood/ Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs..."). I'm sure you can some similarity between his descriptions and my own -- albeit, mine are far less sophisticated than his. But I still try to emulate how grotesquely he describes the human body, as well as the sharp rhythm of certain lines like "sick of sin." ANYWAYS thats enough university talk that i'm sure sounds boring haha. I also find inspiration in video games, in TV shows, in everything. The world around us is composed of sentences waiting to be written, you just have to look for them and put pen to paper :))

One last tip I can give is to just write what you enjoy! I know ao3 can be disheartening if your work doesn't get a lot of love, but honestly as long as you are having fun, it is well worth it. I have written for dead fandoms in the past - and in fact, I have more often written for dead fandoms than for popular ones. I'm somehow always late to the party, except this time ofc with Squid Game.

Anyways, I think that is all I have for now!! If you have any further questions, please ask away. I'm so flattered to have been asked about something like this, thank you to coming for me and reading what I write <3 <3

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Okay I don't think I'm allowed to ask about all your WIPs (trust me if I could I would) and I want you to know that I am extraordinarily torn between Tan Lines canon divergence and Texts (how could you make me choose??? The cruelty!!! /j). But because Texts is so much less descriptive, I am VERY curious about it and will send my ask about that :) thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely day!

What are tag game rules, except waiting to be broken? ;) But excellent call on your part, really, as I got another ask for the Tan Lines one.

“Texts” is not only less descriptive, the thing itself is also exceedingly vague compared to the other WIP:s. It’s not even a proper fic, really… Basically, I got home from a night out, used a word generator to give myself a three word prompt while fairly sloshed, and somehow ended up playing around with one of those sites that lets you create fake text conversations. Now I have a vision of RJK shenanigans, only the whole thing is just texts, bc I'm weak for that sort of thing. Like this:

God knows where it's going or if it'll ever get done, though.

My day has been moderately lovely, and all the more so for all the inbox fic fun. I hope you’ve had a great day, too, and thank you so much for the ask! <3

[amber-jinx]

Agree with a lot of your points here.

By "music video" I meant musical montages there. The thing is a lot of the really juicy parts that were set up by season 1 was brushed off and barely explored in season 2. Season 2 went off on a tangent and to explore certain new paths that really throw people under the bus. Like the Black Rose bit. A lot of people were confused. Mel and Jayce just brushed off because they wanted to explore Jayce and Viktor as well as to prepare people for their next show, Noxus. Was Maddie necessary? Cramming the supposed "juicy parts" together and leaving out stuff that needs to be addressed left by season 1 just leaves a bitter taste in a lot of the fans of season 1's mouths. Like the intro. They absolutely did not have to put Jinx waving the French revolution flag just to have her in season 2 treat it as a joke. Jinx's mental illness magically fixed by a kid? Silco not haunting the narrative? The political issue that was a key foundation of season 1? Dismissed. Jinx and Vi being completely different people in season 2 despite events picking up after season 1 is why more run time wouldn't have fixed season 2.

The website's description of Vi and Jinx before s2's release already felt wrong as well. Yes, I can ignore Christian's words, but he definitely did have some influence on the plot as well, with his rejected pitch and ideas in S1 picked up again in S2. and that's why people are blaming him as one of the writers. Now I blame Netflix as well, I guess.

About Amanda, let me just copy the comment I was referring to earlier from that post: "If anything, I'd say "these writers aren't great with thematic storytelling or understanding the implications of their own writing sometimes," (mind you, I didn't say this either, I just mean that I COULD say that). But honestly, even if I DID say these things, or direct this post at them, it really wouldn't be that far off considering the BS they've said in interviews. Like how fucking in a prison cell apparently is a "reclaiming of trauma" or how Amanda says, WORD FOR WORD, "In the last conversation she and Jinx have, Jinx understands that she is the one standing in the way of Vi, of letting her make her own choices in her own life, and gives her permission to do it."

She didn't say, "Jinx thinks this," she said, "Jinx UNDERSTANDS this." Aka a confirmation that this is the reality. If Jinx is "standing in Vi's way" according to one of the main fucking writers of the series, what does that say to you? (They could've so easily made Jinx realise they Vi could have both and still make their own choices. But no. They're forced apart and Vi is forced to choose unnecessarily. Choosing to save her sister is framed as "the wrong choice". Wow.)

If that's not enough, she also says, "Either way, [Vi and Jinx] would have to be separated to break that cycle." When discussing the "cycle of violence" theme. So basically they can't ever be together again without violence being perpetuated between them- does that not sound like she's saying Vi is better off without Jinx?

Since I'm not one to make claims without sources, here's the link to an article about the interview I'm drawing these from: https://www.thegamer.com/arcane-interview-amanda-overton-caitlyn-vi-queer-sapphic/"

This is one key disappointment many has. Does the author know that the tag is "dog shit"? Apparently not. Why control what tags people use? Starting a new tag doesn't mean their valid points would be heard. Calling out stupid opinions are fine, but maybe don't hate on the tag itself? 😅 Also in that link she says "we knew we had 2 seasons to tell that story." Now I don't know if they knew or not. Apparently Christian also insisted on it being 2 seasons. At this point it's hard to know what really went down.

About the awards: yes, Arcane is hella impressive at that. But just based on fairness, why wouldn't season 2 be nominated for best writing again if it's writing is good?? Or is the award to blame for not crediting a sequel just because it's predecessor has already won that category?

This is really getting too long. Not gonna reblog any further.

Seriously why are some people defending Arcane S2 like their life depended on it. The music was top tier, some parts were good, Fortiche has topped their game. Marvelous job by Fortiche. While acknowledging the good we also must acknowledge the bad just to be real and so Riot can improve upon their future seasons. Incoherent writers, shitty plot, so many loose ends, the lack of showtime, Cait? Caitvi? Vi??? All the random undeveloped characters (this did not happen in s1)? The discontinuation from season 1?? Using parallels just for the sake of it without much meaning? ...

This is like a flip side to defending Rachel Amber all over again... See both sides of the coin people 😪

[hegory-grousing]

im not a writer so this doesn't have real dialogue. mad libs I guess. I imagine this happens often on their lunch dates hehe

[fictionadventurer]

"If the structure of your world ever evaporates, I will still be here."

I think The Q might contain one of the greatest declarations of friendship/love ever.

[dansconcepts]

Everything's Coming Up Hajime

The following drabbles (they're little scenes of different things with some more detailed than others because a fic was too ambitious for me :'>>>) completely and wholly inspired by and dedicated to @gliittergelpens for their headcanon post on Hajime (found here) and also the connected follow up interaction here. Go check 'em out :D! And I hope you enjoy this :).

Bleary lights. Bright. Dreary. 

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

NO!

Bolt, bolted, he can’t move, why can’t he move? Everything’s not okay, why is he here again? Where are they? Get to the corner, get to the corner, he can’t move he can’t move!- (why is he prolonging the inevitable? He hasn’t done that in so long)

Pressure starts compounding on his chest. He shakes. He doesn’t want to go again, it’s going to be another round of tests again, he didn’t know he agreed to this! Let go, let go, let GO!

“Hajime.”

They never call him that. He is the subject, their project, the plaything to rip apart because he is nothing more than an experiment. He is not a person. He is not Hajime.

“Hajime.” They repeat. “It’s Makoto.”

Makoto?

He doesn’t recognize-

Makoto Naegi.

He blinks. His body slumps. As if his body was lead, his head slowly turns toward the source.

“Makoto Naegi” was never one of the researcher’s names. He knows, because he remembered each and every one, even if he didn’t want to. No, Makoto Naegi is someone else entirely, someone who isn’t associated with the Project. 

Sage-coloured irises meet his gaze first. They are warmer than any of the researchers’ eyes. 

…He isn’t in a lab, is he?

“Muh-” He winces. His voice sounds terrible. 

“Hey, drink up.” Makoto commands, not unkindly. “I know you’ve been in there for a while, but try your best.”

A glass of water is held to his lips and once they hit, his lips burn, but he downs it gratefully anyway. His throat protests in agony.

“Do you know where you are and what happened, Hajime?” 

Hajime stretches, pops coming from all his atrophied joints. “W-we- ugh, Jabberwock Island. K-cough-illing game.” The Killing Game. At the reminder, adrenaline starts coursing through him, and he immediately lurches out of the pod.

Makoto gently pushes him back.

“Yes. The other survivors are awake, but they do not hold the memories you do.”

“W-what about everyone else? What happened to them?”

“They’re still in the pods.” He tries jumping out again. “BUT!” Makoto blurts out. “BUT they’re okay. They’re not in the killing game right now. They seem to have created their own worlds-”

“What can I do to wake them up?” He quickly interrupts. 

“Oh, um, I was going to get to that part.” A small smile stretches on his face. “I knew you’d want to help. I would’ve been the same.” 

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Darkness. 

He feels so tired.

He hasn’t felt this tired in… so long. Everything… is so tiring.

Lights threaten to blind him. 

No. 

Let him sleep.

Let him sleep…

“Hey, Nagito... it’s Hajime.” 

He stirs. Hajime?

He looks at the tanned skin, eyeing the scars on the undersides of his eyes, further littered over his arms, and then tracing back to his equally scarred lips, that were currently sipping on a cup in his hands.

“Ha-jime.” He croaks. Wordlessly, Hajime provides him some water. With weak hands, he reaches out toward the cup, and manages to squeeze enough of a firm grasp on it. Hajime continues sipping while he slowly gulps down the offered water. 

“Ahem,” He coughs. “Hinata, my apologies. …What happened?”

“You’re one of the last few to wake up, Komaeda.” Hajime replies, and notably, provides no context. “What do you remember?”

The question sparks his silence. His mouth purses into a deeply thin line. He eyes the man in front of him. Is there something he must have forgotten? “...Nothing particularly pleasant.” He decides on.

Hajime scrutinizes him. He stays quiet. Hajime slumps over with a sigh. “Okay, fair enough. Your pod opened, but you wouldn’t wake up. You’re in the hospital now.”

He looks around. Yes, he gathered that. The white walls and bright fluorescent lighting weren't foreign to him, he would recognize such a place no matter where he was. He could voice that, but there are more pressing concerns.

“I’m afraid I still don’t understand. How did I get here?”

“We went through a rehabilitation program.”

“Ah.” The memories are hitting him now. “Yes, sorry, I do remember us Remnants being captured for such a thing, although I don't remember much else.” He hums, looking the other up and down. “It worked, then?”

“That depends. How do you feel? About, you know, hope and despair and all that.”

“Well,” He chuckles, “if you’re worried I’m going to blow up this hospital in the pursuit of ‘a greater hope’, you would be greatly mistaken.”

Hajime breathes out a sigh of relief. “But I imagine my luck could affect that greatly. It's very fortunate you could balance it out.” The other gazes away from him, looking down in thought. How curious. Was it something he said?

He subtly tilts his head. The brunet covertly glances around, as if he was watching for something. Piercing eyes returns to meet his. “You can't get up to any crazy shit just because I can do that.” The other jokingly chastises, but his eyes remained guarded.

He nods with an smile. “Oh, I would never.” To anyone, it would simply be him teasing. However, he can tell Hajime's trying to hide something about his talents, and someone here is watching them. He wonders who would cause such paranoia.

Hajime fills him in on what occurred, being saved by the "Future Foundation" (oh, it's them.) and particularly specific members (Makoto! As in Makoto Naegi, The Ultimate Hope Makoto? Yes Komaeda, just keep it in your pants.), as well as explaining Nagito’s status, his mental and physical state (still affected by his pre-existing conditions, albeit less so), and the new addition to his body.

He turns it. He didn't even notice he had a new arm. It feels seamless, although the metal is strange to feel underneath his fingertips.

“I had to replace it.” Hajime explains. “The dead tissue was threatening to spread to the rest of your body if it was kept there. It was fine when we were hooked up to the pods since that was preserving it, but since you went into a coma, we had to act fast.”

“Hmm.” He curls his newfound metallic fingers. He sends him a smile. “It seems I owe a lot of my gratitude to you, Hinata, for helping trash like me.”

There's a pause. “We'll work on that,” is the response Hajime settles with. “...Do you want to meet everyone else?”

He freezes. Everyone else?

Although he doesn't know why, he feels himself pale completely and his body shivers. Everything in him feels cold, as if the temperature dropped, as if his whole body rejected the very idea of something he was otherwise only semi-wary about. He knows he had many reasons before to feel apprehensive around his former classmates, given his past transgressions during his time as a Remnant and theirs, but this feels... bone-chilling. Buried deep within his psyche, perhaps connected to the memories he doesn't have.

“What happened in the program.” He bluntly states, rather than asks.

“No one else remembers too, if that helps.” Hajime starts. It doesn't. “Even I barely remember it. Everyone has felt snippets though, things they avoid subconsciously, or they experience nightmares about it.” He wonders if Hajime has nightmares. He wonders what Hajime avoids. “It was broadcast-”

“I want to watch it.”

Hajime's jaw tightens. “It wasn't that type of broadcast. It wasn't recorded, it was just shown to Makoto and the other survivors. Besides, it's best you don't anyway. You're going to remember something about it.”

“How cynical. What if all I remember are pleasant things?” Nagito inquires, even if he knows the likelihood of that is so astronomically low. He is aware of himself. He knows being put into a situation like the Killing Game would just mean he'd have made very elaborate plans and schemes. Thinking that, a sharp pain in his abdomen sears through him, and he winces. It's a whisper of a feeling, but it felt... real.

Hajime merely lets out a defeated sigh. “I hope it is, Komaeda, I hope it is.”

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Throughout everything, this was the last thing he thought about. 

The scars. 

For the longest time, he forgot about the scars. For the briefest of moments, his complexion wasn’t completely covered by raised bumps, of angry red tissue, of the careless abandon from scientists who dissected him to fit their molds of perfection. 

And now he’s left looking into the mirror, tracing. His fingers feel the ridges. He remembers the scalpel digging into his eye, even if he didn’t feel the pain of it. He looks at the angry lines along his muscles, his thighs, and he knows with certainty it can be traced down to his feet, the bathroom counter being the only reason he can’t see the reflection of it. He remembers exactly what they forcibly fused together, being haunted by the ghosts of the sutures that were once there.

This is who he sees looking back at him.

…Mikan cleans the glass away from his fist.

[He could’ve done it himself, but it would’ve been a messier job, much like with anything else he would try nowadays.]

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Hajime is out training with Nekomaru, alongside Akane, and casually working out with them.

Nekomaru points out the bandages that suddenly replace his glove, and he waves them off. “Just an accident.” 

After a decent workout, he starts heading back to his cabin to shower when he spots Fuyuhiko to the side, relaxing against a wall.

“Hey.” He greets.  

“Yo.” The former yakuza head nods.

They watch those on the beach, a tall orange blurb chases after a red one, their laughter filling the air as suddenly they're jumped by an even louder multicoloured blurb cackling with mischief. He can hear Hiyoko's distant cursing while Mikan rushes over, fretting. He snorts.

Fuyuhiko crosses his arms, a smile on his face at the scene. “Can’t believe we get to have this.” 

“I know.” He agrees. He’d do anything to ensure everyone here stayed happy like this. Speaking of, he has to make sure to check on the next shipment of supplies afterward. He refuses to have those Future Foundation workers anywhere near the Island otherwise. But first, shower.

He's about to leave when-

“What’s with the bandages?” The former yakuza asks.

He contemplates lying. The last thing he wants is for everyone to start worrying about him. As if aware of his thoughts, Fuyuhiko sends him a particularly scathing glare, menacing even with the eyepatch. He fesses up immediately. 

“I punched a mirror.”

“Why?”

“My scars-” He starts. 

Fuyuhiko quickly interjects. “There’s nothing wrong with them.”

“Part of me understands that, but I look at them and just see…” Hope's Peak. The Hope Cultivation Project. The Remnants of Despair. He squeezes his bandaged hand. “...bad memories.”

“Yeah, I feel that.” Almost subconsciously, Hajime glances at Fuyuhiko’s scar, hidden behind black cloth. Fuyuhiko meets his gaze, unflinching. “I hate thinking about having that bitch’s eye in me.”

“How do you do it?” How do you look at yourself in the mirror? How do you live with yourself? How do you not hate yourself? 

“Being a former yakuza, scars were symbols of respect. This scar?” He gestures to it. “It’s a reminder I’m not some psychotic fuck anymore under that bitch’s heel.

I know I’m not you, Hajime. I don’t have the amount you have. But know that your scars show that you’ve survived, and you’ve made it out the other side. That’s admirable.

And ain’t nobody here went through the type of shit you did. We all look up to you. You’ve had this whole thing on your shoulders. Nobody thinks you’re damaged goods with those scars. Hell, we think of them as a reminder that you’re the strongest out of all of us.” 

“...Thanks, Fuyuhiko.”

“No problem. Now you should go take a shower, you smell like shit.”

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Hajime waits in front of the screen. In no time, Chiaki's grinning face pops up. “Hey Hajime. It's nice to see you. How're you doing today?”

They talk amicably. Even though she wasn't his former friend, the reminder of her AI was comforting, and in the few pleasant dreams he had, he remembered her presence (and in the worser ones, he remembered her death).

“-There's a call for you by the way, I think. It's from Makoto.” He nods. “Thanks Chiaki.”

She patches him through, and he finds it so striking the difference between now and the tentativeness from the beginning, back when they were still establishing Jabberwock Island. Signal seemed daunting, and they (him, Makoto, and Byakuya) were still trying to get Chiaki's AI booted back up. He remembers when they first suggested she try to call the Future Foundation (particularly Aoi, since Hajime refused to have the new Future Foundation head or some random member appear on the screen, since he'd contemplate breaking the nice monitor in half from sheer rage). “It's not what I’m programmed to do,” Chiaki had said, “but… I can try.”

Of course, Makoto and himself exchange pleasantries and talk for a bit, but then it derails into... less pleasant topics. “I'm hoping to finish up the layout for Hope's Peak.”

He tightens a hand over his glove, pursing his lips. “Makoto. I’m glad you want to reclaim yourself, but Hope’s Peak? Really?” He hisses, and Makoto sighs, as if they had this same argument over and over again. 

They have, by the way. Relentlessly. He is NOT getting over this, not by a long shot. He already knows how much Makoto invested into the project, but he’s still of the very firm belief he should’ve invested zero. Of course, he wouldn’t taint their rare ability to chat with one another about it, but he isn’t above reminding Makoto if he brings it up, just to be petty.

But being TRAUMATIZED WATCHING YOUR FRIENDS GET MURDERED is one of the many valid reasons for having absolutely NO interest in seeing the place that tortured him, everyone he cares about, Makoto, everyone Makoto cares about, and basically THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD, come back to existence. 

He loves Makoto, he does, and he knows Makoto’s a good guy, but… 

The idea of Hope’s Peak not being some fucked up breeding ground for hope and despair? It doesn’t seem possible. Part of the problem in the first place was the idea of pitting students against each other, forcibly defining people's significance based on whether they had “talent” or not. As well, they really sucked at developing talented people's talent, giving arbitrary assignments (from what he heard) and no actual practicality applied. He would know. His body is literally littered with their failure.

And the Future Foundation providing a substantial amount of the funds for this project? Hajime has no doubt in his mind that there’s something underlying their generosity. 

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It's looking to be another sleepless night, despite the weight under his eyes begging for relief. Hajime just stares at the ceiling. He feels the body beside him shift the bed, creaking it ever so slightly, and in his peripherals Nagito faces him. Nagito has always been a bit of a restless sleeper (not that he blames him), so he isn't surprised to hear him ask, “What’s on your mind, Hajime?”

He sighs. “I’m just worried about the whole Hope's Peak idea.”

“You don’t believe in Makoto?”

He quickly flips onto his side to frown at Komaeda for the sheer idea. “I believe in him, I don’t believe in anyone else.”

“Well, I can’t help but feel a little hurt…”

“You know how I feel about you.”

Nagito hums. “Do I?” He smirks. “How do you feel, Hajime?” 

Why is he turned this way again? He flips back around, ignoring the way his ears start to warm up.

“...Shut up and go to sleep already.” 

He hears Nagito chuckle behind his back. It settles eventually though. Ah, Nagito finally went to bed.

“You know,” Nagito's voice pipes up, still awake after all. His voice sounds a little whimsical, as if nearly about to sleep. “I don't necessarily disagree with you. I thought it was a place of great hope, and the fact it's being run by the Ultimate Hope is quite amazing. But...

There's you. And the hope in you has been shining so brightly this whole time.”

He freezes. Did he just-?

The words spark something in him. As if they sounded familiar.

He gets a rush that tea- nor even caffeine back when it did anything for him- has never achieved. When he eventually does sleep that night, his dreams are pleasant.

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It's one of those rare instances Makoto lands on Jabberwock Island and can say hi to everyone. They meet at the small restaurant on the Island where Hajime prepares some tea for himself. He offers it to Makoto, who takes it gratefully.

Much like their video chats, the start talking about what's currently going on when Makoto- once again- mentions Hope's Peak.

Hajime lowers his cup.

“I'm going to be reinstating talents at Hope’s Peak.”

His fingers clutch his glove. He digs them in, sharp and quick, his lips immediately pulling down into a frown.

“Did… someone force you to do this?”

“Uh, no?” Makoto averts his gaze. “I’ve consulted with basically everyone since you’ve started getting me a little paranoid…”

“You should be. The Future Foundation doesn’t deserve you. You’re way too good for them.”

“They're trying to change.” Makoto states, with not much conviction.

Hajime hums skeptically. Sure they are. “Just watch out for yourself, yeah? Because the first thing I’ll do is leave this island just to kick their asses. I don’t need an Ultimate to make them into ragdolls.”

Makoto chuckles, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “...You must’ve practiced that.”

“Being around Fuyuhiko and Akane tends to give you some badass lines.”

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It starts like a regular day. Things break, people fight, problems arise, he deals with it. When he sees the broadcast, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

“Oh, Makoto's on TV. How exciting.” Nagito mentions offhandedly, as if it was something as casual as the weather. It decidedly is NOT. Is Makoto okay? Why would he be broadcasted? Is this another...?

“-ing Hope's Peak,” He catches the tail end of. “In this world, there's nothing more important than banding together to fix the Tragedy that occurred. Rejoice with me as your new headmaster. Alongside the Future Foundation, we'll bring forth a new hope together!” Hajime cringes, and cringes hard. This doesn't sound like Makoto at all. The Future Foundation logo is the last image of this blatant ad, what the fuck, but he's seen enough.

He knows exactly how to deal with this.

He strolls into the new Future Foundation headquarters (although that may be underselling it). Instantly, upon seeing him, people start shrieking and running. Red lights blink in and out. He brushes it off. It’s the last of his damn worries right now.

He's rushed by armoured guys. He suddenly feels like he should've thought this through, but he continues on. He slips himself into the old Remnant persona like an ill-fitting jacket, paired with a little Ultimate Actor prowess. “Let me through or I'll make sure your families have nothing to put into a casket.” Okay, not his best work, but it's enough for them to back off. They watch him. He even hears one guy cowering in fear from behind. It's that which allows him to catch the guy's arm and dislocate it. Everyone jumps at the sudden violence, and the guy screeches.

He knows it's fixable, but he still feels bad. The mask he wears threatens to slip, but he keeps going until he gets to the new Future Foundation head. (Hajime met her before through a forced video call, with them threatening to interfere at Jabberwock Island if he wasn't capable enough. “I am Sumiko Hatanaka,” they introduced themselves. “Ultimate Administrator. Given the circumstances the Future Foundation is currently in, I have become appointed as the temporary replacement head provided my previous experience and commitment to my work.”)

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing.” He sneers.

“How are you here?” She asks. “What are you doing here?”

“That wasn’t my question.” 

He sees a sheen of nervousness across their forehead, but they don't let up their frown.

“Why are you here, Hajime Hinata, Remnant of Despair?” 

Why is he here? Why is he HERE?

“What gave you the right to use Makoto for some ad for Hope's Peak? What the hell are you doing, exposing him further to the public? Do you know what this could do to him?”

“I assure you, I have no vested interest in letting a valued employee be defaced in any way, shape, or form. His mental faculties are highly important to this company. Meanwhile, you are jeopardizing the very people you wished to protect by coming here. Was it worth it?”

He growls, “Leave Makoto the fuck alone, or I’ll remind you why I was a Remnant.”

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Makoto’s Hope’s Peak is in full operation. He doesn't know if he'll ever visit. So instead, Hajime is left pondering the future, and living on the Island with the rest of his classmates.

He genuinely hopes nothing bad will happen, but...

He wouldn't bet that it won't.

[uwudonoodle]

My characters can start a sentance with a conjunction if they want to. Don't look at me like that. I'm just the writer. I'm not responsible for what they say.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[aquilamage]

[Image Description: a set of five edited bug fables screenshots from the pre-battle zommoth encounter. The first is the same as in-game, Kabbu saying "W-What is that!? Something's coming!" The second is of zommoth appearing on screen with its sprite edited to be various shades of pink and yellow, wings the same pattern as Leif's (but still with the purple blight magic stuff in the chest area.) The next three images have the sprite edited in the same way.. The third image is of Leif's saying "...Wh, Rkejrm-m-Muse!? Kjdrira, mebsrgr...!!!" The next is Kabbu saying "Muse!? Leif, that's..." The final is Vi saying "T-That doesn't make any sense!" End ID]

I thought about one of my fucked up and evil au ideas for five minutes again, so I decided to spend like fifty hours making a thing about it. Basically what if Muse went back into Snakemouth later to try to rescue Leif or at least bring back his body and got caught by the roaches.

Putting just the edited sprites under the cut if you wanna see those without the lab mood lighting:

[longagoitwastuesday]

Thinking of one of those two fanfics that rewired my brain this last summer once again. Thinking of the sunrises

[medicinemane]

Should make a pain killer that actually kills (or even touches) pain

[httpiastri]

[13eyond13]

one of the lesser talked about fun things about intentionally reading more books is finding new stuff to be a bit of a hater about tbh