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MHA SPOILERS ✣!!
This is 100 times better knowing Shinsou is actually in their class now. 😭😭❤️
#mha spoilers#bnha spoilers#mha#bnha#hitoshi shinsou#IM SO GLAD HES IN THEIR CLASS#YIPPIE#he deserves it#🥳🎉🙌#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha shinsou#class 2a#class 1a#im sad aoyama has to leave though...#IM GOING TO MISS HIM SM 😭😭🙏🏼#💔💔#yuga aoyama#i hope he has a peaceful rest of his life#and I CANT WAIT TO SEE AOYAMA'S GOING AWAY PARTY 😭😭😭😭#NOT IN A MEAN WAY BTW#😭💀#sorry i started yapping#mha manga spoilers#bnha manga spoilers
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guys i love them i promise i just have the urge to put them through the grinder sometimes
umm on the bright side here's the alternate good ending version lol!!!!!
#haiii ^_^#i didnt know whether to make a seperate post for the good ending one but it wouldve been weird so im just adding it onto here lol#op#one piece#sanji#usopp#god usopp#black leg sanji#vinsmoke sanji#sanuso#usosan#tw blood#tw injury#angst#comic#my art#mintart#ok originally i was gonna use every color but red for the first two pages and only make the butterfly red then make the last page red too#cuz yaaayyy symbolism whatever cringe and then i scrapped it cuz i love working with pink and i was nawt about to figure out#a whole new colour palette during finals week. also i have 5 minutes before class so im speed typing this LOL#anygays thanks lars for the usopp dies brainrot i HATE YOU#he's partly responsible for this actually#i hate how the colours of the last page turned out uurgghghhh im not fixing it tho bye#i like the rest of it tho >_<#i love writing dialogue but silent comics r pretty fun too#ive been doing a couple of those lately and theyve been helping me with gesture and expression practice#lol i love drawing sanji pathetic and in love#i love drawing usopp in general he's my favorite to draw ever im so glad he exists#JUST NOTICED THE LESBIAN COLOUR PALETTE UHHH NOT INTENTIONAL or maybe it could be yuri who knows. they r so very gender#i will draw sanuso yuri soon tho TRUST!!!!!!!!!
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Togame Jo (十亀 条) Character Profile
Shishitoren | Vice-Leader
Height: 187cm | Weight: 81kg | Birthday: 13 April | Constellation: Aries | Blood type: O
Image colour: Tokiwa [#207C51 - see below]
Likes: Napping | Dislikes: Being pressed for time
Favourite food: Bottled ramune | Disliked food: Soba at a stall with a stand-up counter only (because you have to eat it hurriedly)
Fashion style: Likes sunglasses with colored lenses, monk clothes and sweat clothes, sandals
Hobby: Eating challenges
Favourite season: Spring | Favourite music genre: Healing music
Best subject: Japanese (the class was slow because the teacher was an old man) | Worst subject: English (listening: it's so fast that I don't know what they're saying)
Special skill: Can open a bottle of ramune with one hand
Person they respect, senpai they look up to: Sakura
Dream: A quiet, retired sort of life [1]
Recent W (or L): Lost his phone
Favourite place: Rooftop of Ori
What they always do in the morning: Stretching
↑ from profile at the end of chapter 21
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1 「晴耕雨読の暮らし」 - 晴耕雨読 (idiom) lit. to work in the field in fine weather and read at home in rainy weather [dictionary]
[masterlist]
#wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker character book#togame jo#togame jou#wei translates#from the alleywei#yes yes time for the people's boyfriend#my god. actual classes??#also common tgsk w#choji and togame 🤝 eating challenges#they almost definitely go together TvT#im so glad umehara voices him. hes so fine#augh
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need a hardened respectful fujo to sit down with james mcavoy and discuss cherik with him insteada this peanut gallery cause if i have to hear people laugh about a gay ship one more time i just might eat rocks
#xmen#cherik#snap chats#get him OUT OF THERE PLEASE#im glad he still provided like. GENUINE quick thoughts and highlighted their love and vulnerability and them 'bridging a gap'#i WILL be taking his comment on them cuddling and running to my tablet with it later but thats not the point#there's a point that maybe just the absurdity of the thought of Evil Villain Magneto and Good Guy Professor X being in love is the comedy#i however will not be trusting like that. the REALNESS of it all IS Evil Villain Magneto and Good Guy Professor X being in love#DESPITE their rivalry and differences because in the end they still want the same thing and still love each other#the vulnerability these men can find within each other despite feeling so isolated from the world around them...#guys theyre making me sick amidst my rant i gotta stop thinking about them before i go off#point is if they just let james lock in for like half an hour id trust him to elaborate on that well#he's already done so a bit in other interviews please just let him submit a thesis vlaekjvkaelj#he been the headrunner of cherik since first class dropped id trust his thoughts with my life really#ok bye im gonna cope witht e fact i got class in like two hours#at least speak no evil comes out tomorrow ..... might watch it with my family ..... lol ....
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biblically accurate eugene sledge is about to make me bomb the pentagon, install myself as monarch of america, and outlaw all war in perpetuity
#he shouldnt have been on the battlefield he should have been at the PETTING ZOO#get him back to the fucking kindergarten class NOW BEFORE I LOSE IT#joe mazzello#im sick over this#eugene sledge#im so fucking glad this fucker was already 27 when they cast him#i could not emotionally handle 18-21 yr old joe
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LEE ANDERSON HAS BEEN FIRED BABY!!!!
#A cause for celebration if you will#Uk politics#Had a particular hatred of lee anderson because there was a very high chance of him walking into my office at any point#So i had to prepare myself mentally i had to know my enemy you see#He is a sad little class traitor and im so glad he's eating shit
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3 YEARS SINCE CTOMMY DIED... GOOD LORD
#my post#caps#I WAS IN SHOCK#NONONO I REMMEBER I WAS IN REHEARSAL WHEN THE STREAM AHPPENED SO WHEN I GOT HOME I WAS WATCHING THE VOD#AND I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH THE VOD NO SPOILERS WHEN I GOT A NOTIF OF JACK GOING LIVE#AND HIS TITLE WAS SOMETHING LIKE 'TOMMYS DEAD LETS CELEBRATE' AND I WAS LIKE ??? SURELY NOT???? SURELY NOT????????#AND THEN HE DIEDDDDD AND I STARED BLANKLY INTO THE DISTANCE FOR THREE DAYS STRUAGHT#LITERALLY IT WAS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT ALL DAY#I WAS LIKE OBSESSIVELY COUNTING TH EMINUTES SINCE HED DIED#LIKE AT SCHOOL SITTING IN CLASS LIKE 'it has been 37 hours and 42 minutes since ctommy died' IT WAS BAD#AND THEN ID DRIVE HOME LISTENING TO SAD MUSIC AND CRY BCUS IT REMINDED ME OF HIM..........#I WAS DOING SO WELL. AS U CAN TELL. AS YOU CAN SO CLEARLY SEE.#TOMMYS DEATH DID HORRIBLE TERRIBLE THINGS TO ME AND IM SP GLAD HE WAS ONLY DEAD FOR 3 DAYS BCUS I WOULD NEOT HAVE SURVIVED
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Ooookay, so first time posting wtnv fanart..be gentle with me please these character designs will change in the future.
I might post the character sheets I did for Carlos and Cecil while working on it. But as I said, I will change the characters a bit because I am not 100% satisfied.
Also, background story. I recently started listening to wtnv and it became my go-to walking to university podcast (the walk is ~40 min but my personal best is 26 min).
Okay, so remeber the clocks not working? My idea was what if the seismograph also wouldn't work and Carlos had to do that cartboard like science fair style seismograph with a cup and pebbels.
There instructions to it in my old physics textbook so I got a great reference~
#welcome to night vale#carlos wtnv#wtnv fanart#night vale#welcome to nightvale#wtnv fandom#cecil wtnv#cecilos#cecil x carlos#cecil gershwin palmer#cecil palmer#cecil sweep#he is the ultimate sexyman#carlos x cecil#i love the show sooo much im so glad i finally started it#more art incoming in the near future so i hope you like it#also also i put my hair up in microbiology class like carlos here so that was kinda based on me lol
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does light actually know that L is 24 or does he just think theyre the same age. Like L is aware of lights age, he comments on it like twice, but does light? The only world in which lawlight could exist is just light having a one-sided crush and L is just ignoring it
#finding out L is 24 DID shock me a lot (the real ones were there when i found out) but im glad i know lmao#so this is NOT a lawlight post in the sense of it being mutual. L is normal and doesnt date teenagers lmao he is at the clubbbbb#its just funny to think that light thinks otherwise#bc genuinely from his perspective this guy is in his class college freshman year so hes prob his age??#like he never mentions it at all meanwhile L does lol#L’s birthday hits and hes like wow 25 thats crazy#and light looks up from his magazine like What#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#shut up evan
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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.
#hajime hinata#danganronpa#sdr2#the whole class of sdr2#future foundation#makoto naegi#nagito komaeda#komahina#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#angst#fluff#hurt/comfort#drabbles#long post#tw gore#but like canon-typical i think#i don't get that descriptive it's just like in-game stuff#references to the killing game (including deaths)#im so glad for these hcs bc i learned how much i love hajime and seeing him be able to vent and be reminded he's loved#(spoilers for this) the title is ironic#even when i was writing this i thought hajime going to ff hq was kinda ooc but i did it bc would love the ff catching hajime's hands#oc mention#that i created purely just for this idk i couldnt think of anyone fitting since i dont know much about the FF#this was roughly edited#i kinda have further ideas but we're sticking with this for now haha this is already pretty long
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Me: Woo I'm taking a copyediting class! I've done tons of writing/communications courses but editing has always just been something embedded in it -- it'll be really nice to get a focused look at the craft, take time to learn it, and really master it :D
Professor: Yeah so here are 5 novel manuscripts by other students in the program, start proofing these simultaneously on tight deadlines okay? Remember, these are your peers, they're counting on you 👍
Me:
#asfghbgf????#thats so much pressure😭#im glad ive actually proofread a published book before -- but it was a chill relationship with an extremely detail-oriented professor so i#could be loose about the typical practices and he had a lot of the details covered no matter how thorough i was#this time ill need all the correct shorthand/notation and editorial letter etiquette -- as well as the grammar skills im trying to master#im excited to get some hands on experience (i guess it is way easier to learn that way) but asdfsdfds#and this whole semester is asynchronous which is gonna be so wild :0 it looks like a lot of work but ive never just Not had class times#i think itll be real nice#good luck to everyone starting classes now!! i hope all goes well ✨️#You got this!!! 💪#rose rambles
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rick riordan and I may not be the closest of friends but the way he dealt with working class people was chefs kiss 🤌 like percy being poor was never something they were battling and it never was that trope that the poor boy suddenly turns rich at the end, it was just something that he was, which is so new for working class people like me. Like in tlt, I remember he commented that it was kind of crazy being in the casino because he's not used to that stuff and even on his birthday they consider ordering takeout and renting a movie a splurge. Little comments like this really made normal that yeah, he did come a background that was not too wealthy and that's okay and he never had some sort of miracle story changing this. It was just part of who he was, and I think weirdly rick tackled how to present his economic class pretty nicely
#like it was never deep#he was poor now and poor then and it was never something he STRUGGLED with and im glad rick didnt go on either end of spec and made him go#😔im poor so im so troubled or 🫡yayy this working class thing got cured for me at the end!!#percy jackson#pjo#i dont think i make sense sorry#hoo#annabeth chase
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Heddwyn "Wyn" Caldera is a freshman from Diasomnia. He's well known in alchemical circles for multiple revolutionary breakthroughs in the world of potions, the first of which he discovered at eight years old. Though invited to NRC last year at age thirteen, he waited a year before accepting a position at the school.
here he is my baby boy......!!!! been tossing this kid around in my head a lot lately and wanted to make a profile card for him to show him off to the world. imagine me as a proud parent and ive pulled this out of my wallet.
based off the black cauldron. both the movie and like. the cauldron itself. naturally he is good at potions. since the cauldron is essentially a mcguffin wanted by everyone the idea is that he's extremely good at what he does but is also pretty vulnerable to being used. he's also very stone-faced bc he's...... made of stone............ get it.............
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#twst oc#twisted wonderland#his fave food is veggies bc i think being a 14yo boy who eats Spinch and Enjoys It is funny#im still turnign over his unique magic in my head........ i think the thing i initially wanted for him im keeping for his eldest brother#he and deuce get along well (he is a cauldron) but tbh i dont think he has many other friends#i think theyre parters in pe and i think he tries to tutor deuce in potions and i think both these things go badly. u kno how it is.#if he put as much effort into his magic as he did his potions hed be a prodigy there too. unfortunately he likes Stir and Brew.#doted on in science club. rook praises the shit he works on and he gets so excited and happy and trey is just glad theyre getting along#tbh i dont think trey realizes at first baby is literally world-famous hes just like. theres a kid in this club. ill be nice.#has a good rship with crewel overall tho theres always an odd line for him to walk btwn 'this person is a revolutionary genius at potions'#and 'this kid is fourteen and the most awkward child i have ever taught' u kno.#he ta's in the third years class sometimes. as you do#looks up to malleus and dislikes lilia (too playful/unserious for his tastes) respects silver a lot but finds sebek Very Rude#(they are seat mates)#OK THATS A LOT OF THOUGHTS FOR TAGS and i wnana lie down. think abt my baby please. ok goodnight#wyn stuff#how do you art
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if ya asked me bout my fav background clone that'd be Paul Revere :3
#clone high#ch paul revere#usa#xd#GIVE THIS MAN INTERNET ACCESS IT'D BE SO FUNNY#im glad he's in the reboot lol#remember how he looked at joan when she woke up from her dream in class?? lmao classic revere~~
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every time i go to submit an assignment in the early hours of the morning (like 12:00am - 5:00am) i tell myself “oh as if they bother to check the exact submission time” and then remember the time my medterm prof commented on me doing an online practice test at 2:00am in front of the 100+ people in the class
#he addressed me BY NAME#he wasnt even trying to embarrass me he was trying to make the point like#oh dont lose sleep over this class just go to bed#but it was so embarrassing#im so glad i didnt know anyone in that class#also im never asleep at 2am unless im ill#im not staying up specifically to study thats just when i do things#lainie.txt#not oasis
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