#Arashi no Hayate

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WEEWOOWEEWOO ONE OF OUR COWBOYS GOT KIDNAPPED

THE FUCKING ASSASSIN THAT’S BEEN AFTER HAYATE FOR LIKE 30 SESSIONS KIDNAPPED TERRANCE TO GET HAYATE ALONE AND ITS WORKING WEEWOO WEEWOO

he was not subtle about chasing him he went straight up through the roof in the middle of a crowded party to chase after them :’)))

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its been a little quiet on the blog so i bring gifts of assorted Hayate related sketches as a treat ✨

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OSOB Mini-Fic Masterpost

Hey there! So we sometimes write mini-fics/short character interactions for downtime or interactions that happen out of session, and we’ve been uploading them to Toyhouse to be stored and shared!

If we make anymore new fics, they’ll be added here and this post will be updated!

All fics listed are PG-13 unless otherwise noted, and all are set to public on toyhouse so you don’t need an account to view them!

Organization: Fic Name | Characters Involved | Summary

The Ring Came Off With Ease | Hayate, Terrance, & Alexos | In which the curse ring Terrance has been wearing since session 7 is finally removed.

Horse to Cowboy Communication | Terrance & [Kirin] | In which [Kirin] has a small talk with Terrance out in the stables.

Swinging Around the Issue | Hayate, Ike, & Wally | In which Wally and Hayate finally get the chance to talk and work shit out. (They needed this so badly.)

Solar Heart to Heart | Oriz & [Kirin] | In which Oriz and [Kirin] have a small heart-to-heart interaction.

Scales and Emotions | Hayate, Terrance, & Ike | In which Hayate and Terrance are forced to do Lizard Training and have some heavy talks.

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we have fun with blorbos here

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It’s been a hot minute since we’ve posted on the blog! I come bearing fancy art of the whole party! (Minus some NPCS)

Recently we’ve been taking a few months break from the campaign to let DM Gore recharge, and also to rework and set up some new stuff, one of which being pngtubers for our new recording setup, as we’re moving to full voice!

So here we have sprites for each of the PCs! Everyone has a talking and not-talking sprite, and I (Mod Moose) have a discord plugin for OBS that will register mic input for everyone and switch them between their sprites accordingly!

Preview for our new recording setup:

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Session 54B: Caught off Guard

Who could have thought that he’d be here, standing facing Terrance, his man, his first proper love, because they were going to actually do the engagement fight. Going to become engaged.

Honestly, Hayate didn’t expect it. First hearing Terrance’s anxiety over the idea, and then coming face to face with Alexos after learning of the plan to do the fight... It almost felt like a dream.

But here he was, having received Alexos’ approval when he thought he’d get smited for it, with that anxiety Terrance had previously seemingly disappeared. And yet his own anxiety flared for a moment, taking his blade in his hands for the fight to start.

Memories of his recent nightmares flashed to the front of his mind, of him taking the place of Yoshi, being the one to strike Terrance down in cold blood, staring at him as the life ebbed out of him.

No. Stop that. This wasn’t that. This wasn’t even a real fight, this was supposed to be a dance, a show of their trust and experience getting to learn and spend time with each other. No blood was even supposed to get drawn. That wasn’t going to happen.

Hayate drew in a deep breath, watching Terrance ready his own blade, both of them standing ready.

Then Michiko’s call for it to start, and Hayate started off leading, letting Terrance match his pace to the song of metal clashing against metal. Hayate eased up here and there where he saw him struggling, letting their feet carry them in a matched dance.

Then Terrance took over, going for one of Hayate’s favored flashy disarms, and Hayate let him knock the blade out of his hands, clattering into the packed dirt floor before Terrance’s blade fell beside it as well.

A small smile started spreading on Hayate’s face the longer they danced, putting up his fists and now following Terrance’s lead while exchanging blows and grabs at each other.

Techniques that he remembered once getting the better of him he saw coming, and responded with his own, things he had learned from Terrance on how to counter, continuing the dance between them until Hayate went for a grapple, grabbing him for a moment and feeling Terrance give into it, though Hayate made no proper move to pin.

A small flash of confusion, and Hayate tried to think of why that was. Maybe he got confused about who was supposed to throw the match? He was about to do so until there was a grab in return, that was overwhelmingly familiar.

He let it happen, the position pivoting as his chest hit the dirt, and heavy weight pressed into his back, his arm wrenched behind him. Ending this the same way as when they first met... His smile widened, a small purr starting up in his chest, even as his other hand was pinned and he made a small tap of his hand to show he submitted.

He expected him to get up, so he could also get up, and give him the horn bands- But he felt Terrance shift on his back, leaning down, and his heart jumped for a moment.

“Good boy~” He whispered in his ear.

Oh fuck- Shit- His face immediately burst into flushed heat, the blue darkening. He hadn’t- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Michiko and the group chat AND the party were fucking watchinggggg-

Terrance gave him a small forehead bump before getting up, and Hayate quickly got up, being pulled into a hug that he quickly used as an opportunity to hide his burning face in his shoulder. He was too fucking gay for himmmm, he used that against himm! Ok, ok, ok, he could recover from this, breathe- Hayate quickly dug in his pockets, fingers touching the metal bands that he shyly pulled out and showed.

“I...I had them made from your leftover bullet casings,” He quietly mumbled, offering Terrance’s to him. He watched him stare at the horn bands for a few moments before tears welled up with a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Oh, he’d made the right choice saving those bullet casings. The sight brought tears to his own eyes, and Hayate beamed at him with a small laugh, gently bumping his forehead while slipping the horn band on his horns, then offering his own head to Terrance for him to do the same, hearing soft clapping and a few whoops and hollers from the assembled party of onlookers.

The purring fully started up in his chest as the tears kept falling, maybe one of the first times he could actually think he was crying from happiness and something good instead of something bad. He leaned forward, bumping his forehead again, still smiling widely.

He was glad it was because of him.

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OSOB Voice Recordings Update!

Hey y’all! Small announcement, we’ve added a link on the sidebar to a page where all of the Voice Crew’s (Oriz, Hayate, Terrance, Aether & [Kirin]) recordings are linked!

Please note all of these are raw unedited recordings, though we do try our best to stay on topic while in session!

Session Recordings Page Link

As an added bonus, we’ve in more recent times added Pngtubers to our recorded sessions to give a visual for the characters and show who’s talking!

Below the cut you can actually see these Pngtubers sheets! (Some will get updates/additional forms from time to time as designs may change and evolve!)

Not Speaking | Speaking

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Session 51B

This wasn’t exactly how he’d thought he’d come home. Or, well, he hadn’t really thought about it much at all. But teleporting home, stealing a spaceship so they could fly multiple months away to save Aether, coming way too close to Shoji, and then needing to pull off a rather stupid plan even by his own standards to escape authorities... Yeah, he hadn’t thought any of that would happen.

And now, after a trek through the sewers of the city to escape the authorities and one of his family members, something he loathed every time he had to do it, he learned his fucking DAD was having an affair. An affair with who? HIS GODDAMN BOSS.

No fucking way.

Aether was lying, he was gaslighting him, this wasn’t real. He made up that picture he showed him, Aether liked to lie and cause problems, this was just another one. Even if it was a lie, he sure wasn’t going to say anything. If he was this mad and distraught, he couldn’t imagine how Terrance might feel.

Sitting up, with a deep breath, he tried to recenter himself, asking Terrance to please keep Aether away from him due to the high risk of strangling him if he talked to him now. “Okay, okay, going to try to recenter myself, if I’m going to have a breakdown I don’t want it to happen in the middle of a fucking sushi shop.”

He said he needed to get the party to the safehouse he’d promised. “Safe” house. He was in danger just going there, but everyone else would be okay, as he explained.

He was in danger though. Of his own making. Raijin above, he had it coming... That what he would get for ghosting Michiko for 3 years. Why did he decide to do that?

He mostly moved on autopilot, guiding the party through the crowded, wet streets, turning and pushing open the door to the tattoo shop.

He might have once just returned to the back, going immediately to bother her instead of waiting, but this time he did. It didn’t feel right to just go back and act like he always had, like nothing had changed.

But zoning back in, out of the space of his own mind and thoughts, he didn’t hear her familiar customer greeting, or see her desigggggggnnnnsss...

Oh no. Oh no. Raijin above no, this was- Oh no. This wasn’t her shop. This was-

Without a word he turned and shoved his way past the party, hastily exiting the shop. Okay, okay, she wouldn’t know, he could just continue on and go to her shop and-

A hand grabbing his arm.

Oh no. Raijin protect him.

“FUCKING BASTARD.”

It had been a long time since he’d been picked up and thrown like this, and honestly he’d forgotten how easily Michiko could do that.

But his back colliding harshly with the wet pavement gave him a sharp and clear reminder, and he burst into babbled repeated apologies as she stood looming over him, punching her fist with her hand.

“No calls, no texts, NOTHING for THREE YEARS, and I see you fucking WALKING into my rival’s FUCKING tattoo shop?!” She snarled.

“I DIDN’T KNOW, I DIDN’T KNOW, I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS THE WRONG SHOP, I FUCKED UP!” He babbled, holding his hands up.

She just gave a bitter laugh, that he almost would dare say sounded evil. He was in so much danger. He fucked up. He fucked up so hard.

“I-I didn’t get any tattoos, I just walked in there and I walked out, I swear that’s all I did!” He added on quickly, trying to ease her ire slightly.

Michiko paused. “Alright.” In that tense, smiling without actually smiling type tone. He was still in danger. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of his shirt collar and dragged him back up. And he wasn’t going to fight her on that, that would just make it worse for him, oh Raijin-

He would ask for mercy but he didn’t think he’d get any from her now.

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Session 48B

Hayate finally got to use his kanabo in session!! Unfortunately it was to break down a wall to provide an escape route because we got cornered by King Klown in our base because [Kirin] got “Clowned” as we called it with being psychically controlled by King Klown.

But still look at the boy doing a big bonk!!

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Plane 6: Hayate Outfits

So Voice Crew/B-Side is currently in Plane 6, which is pretty much the late 1940s-Early 1950s, and has a very prominent lack of monsterous races, so that means it’s once more disguise time!

I couldn’t decide between a masc and femme look for Hayate’s main disguise, so he’s just been flipping between the two as he feels comfortable!

The bottom image though is a wrestling outfit he had to suit up in so we could infiltrate a circus, and Hayate got the party an in to the backstage by agreeing to do a rigged match with a local juggalo bard. That was... A Thing.

This whole plane is still A Thing, we’re dealing with goddamn Warped Clowns, and we just somehow got our time loop reset, and we don’t know how! Everyone is Not Okay! <3

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gotta love this format

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Session 39B: Oh No.

Hayate wasn’t unfamiliar with waking up to strangers sharing the bed with him. Usually it wasn’t a concern, but this time... He didn’t remember going home with anyone, or inviting anyone back? He didn’t think he had anything to drink, he could have sworn that after the courting duel with Terrance and the group dinner and time at the beach he’d just gone to bed with him...

He’d shifted to get out of the bed, try and take a better look at the situation, and he saw the other’s wing reach for him with a small “Nooo, come bacck...” Wings? He didn’t remember anyone with wings? Well, he wasn’t half bad looking, he could see why he would have gone for him...But he squinted for a few moments, rubbing his face and trying to wake up more...

Wait- Waitwaitwait- The scales, teeth, horns, even extra eyes, those threw him off but- That was his man. That was Terrance- Was he still dreaming or was that real? It was him, it had to be- Ok, ok, calm down, take a closer look.

He slipped back into the bed, moving closer to look him over better, managing not to wake him up, though he was offering a hug which he cuddled into- Oh wait. Wait- He was- Wait, he was getting held this time- He was nearly as big as he was now, how did...

A touch on his tail made his face warm, realizing it was another tail resting on his. Oh. Oh. Oh. Raijin Above- Calm down you dumbass- Okay, that was hard to do with Terrance cuddling into him more, and a small flustered purr started in his chest without his consent. Stupid fruity gay ass- This was Terrance, why was he freaking out, he thought he’d gotten over the gay panic by now!

Raijin help him, this was almost as bad as when he got thrown down in the cave- Okay, okay, you big rainbow bolt of lightning, breathe, it’s still him, it might be his magic just did something in the night... Still, the new size did make the cuddles nicer... Just- Stop freaking out over how goddamn pretty he looked now with the scales and horns and- Raijin Above, Michiko would lose it if she saw him now getting this flustered...

He managed to wrangle himself enough to relax a little, still looking at Terrance with a mixture of genuine admiring and ‘holy shit im so fucking gay for my man holy shit’. Feeling Terrance stir he stayed quiet, tracking him slowly start to sit up with wide eyes, not noticing how large his pupils had gotten, the flush on his face darkening farther feeling Terrance’s hand on his cheek and hearing him give a sleepy “Mornin’, partner”

Oh, he had to say... Something back- Come on, think- “Uuhhhh, huh, uh-huh, uhhhhhh... Yessss...” Yes. Great. Good one- What the hell was that!?

“Yyyou good?” Terrance seemed concerned by that response. Curse this gay ass rainbow brain of his!

“Yes! I- I’m...” Breathe. “I’m verryyyyy good.” His face had to be dark blue now with the way it was burning. There was no way he was able to make this believable... It seemed to make Terrance smile and tap the side of his face before getting out of bed, and Hayate had to smother down a small whine at the loss of contact, just still staring at him.

STUPID. GAY. PIECE. OF. FRUIT.

And then- Oh- Oh no- Raijin’s Storms and Lightning, give him strength- Because Terrance yawned, and his head practically split open with how wide his mouth opened, revealing so, so, so many sharp teeth, and paired with a small stretch of his wings, Hayate nearly melted into the bed.

Seeing that gave him one idea, and then another, and then another and it kept going until finally. He needed everyone but him and Terrance out of the room right now.

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dont mind me as i keep handing hayate a lizard friend, handing hayte a lizard friend, handing hayate a lizard fri-

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Session 30B: he’s baby

TL;DR: Hayate was kinda sleeby after waking up at the start of session 30B and tried to say he was inexperienced with things, specifically cooking food and his inexperience with the stuff with Vasuki, and it came out as “I don’t know if you’ve grasped the picture, but I’m very baby when it comes to this shit” right in front of Aether

and now Aether has blackmail on him because its recorded and can’t be deleted :) he used it to get Hayate to allow him to make toast on his hair and Hayate hated every second of it!

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Session 40

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Session 31B: Teeth

A group of scared humans, stuck with them in an underground complex, with one of them acting strange? This shit was exhausting. Oriz asked him to watch one of the humans, Paul, who Hayate identified as not truly human. A shapeshifter, but not one he’d compare to himself. He was nothing like that.

And then there was screaming, coming from down a hall, away from where Terrance’s amulet was pointing. Screaming that sounded familiar. Sounded like Wally, Bones, Alar.

A short argument, trying to talk and reason things out, and then Oriz fucking went to Aether, called him over, shoved the staff down his throat and cast fireball. Hayate nearly shouted at him, nearly asked what he was doing, until he saw the pile of ash left behind.

Aether didn’t turn into ash when exposed to fire. Aether didn’t burn. That wasn’t Aether. He put the dots together quickly. Aether had been replaced, someone had shapeshifted into him. When had that happened? No time to think on that.  He was quick enough to realize that if there were two shapeshifters, doppelgangers, there were more. And he was fucking right, with all of the ‘humans’ reverting and readying to attack.

Hastily putting Terrance down, he readied his claws, swinging at the first enemy, who seemed to turn to red mist, and then swinging at the second, who followed shortly. Flicking blood off his fingers, he let out a roar, lightning crackling, facing the remaining nine enemies. “COME ON YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!”

TW Below the cut: Extreme blood/depiction of gore

He was already hurt, but that didn’t fucking matter. They took Aether, and that screaming was connected somehow. He’d told himself he’d get Aether back to Ike, and these bastards were getting in the fucking way.

They seemed to take the challenge, all nine of them lunging, dogpiling the half-shifted oni. But even with the bodies clawing, lunging, slashing, Hayate was able to notice something which sent a new surge of rage and terror through him.

Paul, the fucking bastard. He had Terrance. Had a gun pressed to his head, and was dragging him away.

Everything faded into static, the wounds becoming nothing more then stings, the only thing he recognized was Oriz’s voice, saying he’d help, that he’d get Terrance, and then Hayate’s attention (was it truly his own attention?) focused on the enemies keeping him in place.

He couldn’t swing, couldn’t draw his sword. What did he have to work with...? He’d been told so many times that an Arashi was not an animal, he was not meant to behave like a beast...

But something in his chest, something snarling, growling, baring its teeth just like him, nearly screamed at him to “fuck that.” Terrance was in trouble, Aether was in trouble. They needed him. They needed him and Oriz, and these BASTARDS were trying to stop them.

So what did he have to work with? Teeth.

He barely registered the taste of blood in his mouth, the crunch of bone, the feeling of his jaw unhinging to consume the bodies. One. Two. Three. Four. Lunging, biting, snapping like a beast, one after another disappearing in a spray of blood and crushing of bone. He wasn’t himself, he was something else, something that wanted to tear and rend and consume.

Then there were no more bodies, no more doppelgangers holding him down. But there was still one more.

Still one more, that Oriz had tackled, was ripping the intestines out of, still alive on the ground.

A growl came from his throat, animalistic, aggressive, a sound he didn’t think he could make as he shoved himself to his feet, stalking over to the last one, Paul.

Baring his teeth, he drew back his claws, shoving them down, shoving them into his face, into his eyes, crushing bone with another splatter of blood.

A blur of white. Oriz was on the move. Hayate registered to follow, picking up Terrance and bolting after Oriz. The screaming stopped. They couldn’t be too late. They had to make it there in time... They had to...