#boku dake ga inai machi fanfiction

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part 3 of 5 of the self-love self promotion ask! 3. In The Town That Keeps Us Fandom: ERASED/Boku Dake ga Inai Machi Rating: Teen Relationships: Kenya Kobayashi & Miyuki Kobayashi, Kenya Kobayashi & Satoru Fujinuma, Kenya Kobayashi & Kayo Hinazuki (there's more but these are like, the central ones) Characters: Kenya Kobayashi, Miyuki Kobayashi, Satoru Fujinuma, Makoto Sawada, Kayo Hinazuki, Gaku Yashiro Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death (he gets better though. Sometimes) Status: Ongoing (sort of on hiatus though? worms are slow) Official Summary:

The Cutter feigns innocence. The Hero remains silent. The Cutter despairs. The Hero slips away. The Cutter cuts no longer. The Hero fixes no longer. The butterfly flies away. The Thread is no more. A new Thread must be woven. The butterfly flaps its wings. The Knight awakens.

My summary: hey wouldn't it be fucked up if kenya got weird time travel powers *almost* like Revival, but not quite? yeah. that's this fic

[rixareth]

Fandom: Boku dake ga inai machi | ERASED (anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Fujinuma Satoru & Yashiro Gaku, one-sided Yashiro/Satoru implications Wordcount: 3,500 Warnings: Canon-typical dark themes Summary: Everything plays out a little too perfectly on the rooftop. It's almost as if Satoru's been through it before.

Here’s a short time loop fic for ERASED! I had this fic idea about seven years ago; I’m glad I’ve actually managed to write it at last. A little dark, but I’d say it’s no darker than canon.

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NEW CHAPTER - CHP 2 OF THE WAY IT SHOULD’VE BEEN (erased/boku machi fic)

Can’t Decide Whether You Should Live a Lie    

In Which Satoru Can’t Decide What to Tell His Mom About School Today Now That Kayo’s Safe and Gone and She’s Back to Asking About His Dating Life

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41568765/chapters/108983619#workskin

Ah! So! This is technically the first chapter, I just didn’t want the whole work to be deleted again so I posted a lil bit of it as a first chapter/prologue way earlier lmao

My favorite scenes to write:

- every sachiko and satoru dinner scene - yashiro stopping the snow shovel - the fujinumas running after the van - SACHIKO TRYING TO COVER UP THE PHONE CALL AS AN ORDER AND THEN HANGING UP

Read from the very top here B:) https://archiveofourown.org/works/41568765/chapters/104261466#workskin

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Hey! I’m currently plotting out the next chapters for my horror themed Yashiro/Satoru Bokumachi AU drabbles on AO3

Current List

The Borrowers (Gen)

Peter Pan (Gen)

Life is Strange (Gen)

Selkie (Yashisato)

Author Serial Killer (Yashisato) - Anon

Yakuza (Yashisato) - Anon

Daemon/His Dark Materials - @huntoncollins

Cult - @mapotoffee

Orphan/Adoption (Gen/One-sided attraction)

Vampire (Yashisato)

If anyone wants to see a specific fic between these two characters (either romantically or platonically), please feel free to pick a number from 1-40 and I’ll add it to the list!

Alice in Wonderland

Android/Cyborg

Angels & Demons

Arranged Marriage

Author Serial Killer

Blinddate

Book Shop owner

Circus

Cult

Demon Hunter

Daemon/His Dark Materials

Disability/Impairment

Fairy Tales

Fatal Frame

Fugitive

Genie/Djinn

Ghost/Paranormal

Historical

Hitchhiker

Imaginary Friend

Immortality

Labyrinth

Locked Room Mystery

Lovecraftian Horror

Maid/Butler

Mermaid

Pet Shop

Phantom of the Opera

Pokemon

Prison

Reverse Killer

Royalty

Soulmates

Twins

Urban Fantasy

Victorian London

Vigilante

Yakuza (Japanese crime syndicate)

Zombie Apocalypse

Other...

[mela-chronic]

NSA AU, but it’s Yashisato. 

Yashiro is Satoru’s NSA agent; he slowly falls in love with him through Satoru’s daily routine, pass it on. 

[mikamangata]

The town that I don’t exist in

Chapter Eight:

Oh future, my tainted future

Warnings: Strong language, graphic descriptions of violence,

Masterlist Jungkook’s song

“I told you! I fucking told you to get out of the cave the next time I send you back! Everything- my whole work- for fucking nothing! How are you supposed to find Jaeho if you can’t even get your ass out of the cave?” The man screamed at Jungkook, who cowered in the corner of the dark room that he had been locked in for the last few weeks. ��I- I’m sorry. I can’t- there’s a wall. An invisible wall or something. I can’t get through.”

The man seethed, breathing through his nose like a bull that’s ready to attack. He paced around for a few seconds, pulled his own hair out and walked to the table in the corner opposite of Jungkook. On it lay Jungkook’s light blue bicycle, or rather what was left of it. There was only one wheel, an about one and a half meter long part of the chain and a single white pedal. Jungkook didn’t know what the man did with the rest of it, but he guessed that it was probably used for some kind of machine or whatever the man was working on. He looked at the small heap of bicycle parts and seemed to contemplate something for a while, then he grabbed the approximately one and a half meter long steel chain. The metal glistened slightly in the cold and dim light of the ceiling lamp.

As Jungkook saw what the man held in his hands, he cried out. “N-no please, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, let me- let me try again! I promise- I promise I’ll try harder, please!” But the man didn’t seem to listen, instead he slowly advanced towards the frightened boy, like some kind of predator trying to not scare away his prey. As he was close, Jungkook whispered: “Please don’t do this. I’m begging you, please.” But the man ignored him, wrapping a small part of the heavy steel chain around his fist. The rest of it dangled to the ground.

The whole cave seemed to shake as the heavy chain crashed down on the young boy. Jungkook cried out and curled in on himself, putting his arms over his head in fear. He couldn’t help himself and whimpered, begging as he cried. “H-hyung. Hyung please- please help me. I can’t take this anymore, I want to go home. I just want to go home, please come and get me. Yoongi-hyung.” The man, already getting ready for the next painful strike, stopped mid-air. He looked at Jungkook with big, surprised eyes. “Hyu- Hyung? You- you sound like Jae- you sound like him when you say that.” The man stuttered and stumbled a few steps away from Jungkook. Then he turned around and left the room without another word, looking like he had just seen a ghost. Jungkook was left behind in the black, cold darkness. His cries were loud and shook his beaten body to the core.

-

“Where’s Namjoonie-hyung? We said we’d all meet up in front of the caves at eight in the morning, right? He’s already five minutes late!” Taehyung seemed to be the only one out of the five boys that cared about that. While he paced around unhappily, the others just looked nervous and slightly on edge. The caves were dark and scary. They’d all been in there before and made it out alive again, but that thought didn’t make the heavy feeling in their stomaches disappear. Jimin turned around to look at the big black entrance of the dark stone caves. He swallowed and checked his flashlight again, making one hundred percent sure that it worked. Seokjin noticed Jimin fidgeting with his lamp for the sixth time in eight minutes, but he didn’t mention it. They all needed distraction. It wasn’t only the dark caves that unsettled them, but the fears of what they would find inside. Who they would find.

Suddenly they heard hurried steps and a few seconds later a panting Namjoon stood in front of them. “What took you so long, Hyung?” Taehyung asked. The anger in his voice seemed to have vanished now that they were complete, well, almost complete. Namjoon fidgeted with his bag for a second before he carefully pulled out a small gun. The other boys gasped, moving back instinctively. “Where did you get that?” “What kind of gun is that?” “Don’t point it at me, idiot!” The others were talking over each other before Namjoon cleated his throat and explained. “My mom got it a few years back for self defense, never uses it though so she won’t notice it’s missing. I brought because what we’re going to do is dangerous! I know that there’s six of us but what if he’s stronger? What if he’s got a gun?”

Seokjin sighed. “You’re right, but put it back into your rucksack for now. We’ll only take it out if it’s really necessary.” Namjoon carefully put it back and when he fully zipped up his backpack the boys entered the caves together.

-

Jungkook breathed heavily as he pulled himself up on the wall. As he finally stood, his legs were shaking terribly and there were hundreds of tiny black spots dancing around before him. He shook his head lightly, which didn’t help much and instead only worsened his headache. Jungkook slowly limped towards the big metal door and pushed. It creaked open, the man had forgotten to close it after leaving in such a haste.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, hardly believing his luck. It was incredibly dark, no source of light inside the cold stone cave. He felt along the walls, slowly moving forward. He couldn’t hear the man, it unsettlingly quiet. His breathing and the quick thumping of his heart felt so loud, Jungkook thought every single person in Beullaeghol probably heard it. He hoped they did, so maybe they could come and get him out of this endless nightmare.

Jungkook slowly went forward until the cave turned into a junction. There were three ways to go, but Jungkook knew which one to take. He’d walked here before after all. Suddenly he heard the loud bang of the metal door hitting the wall, followed by an angry scream. Jungkook panicked, his breathing quickened just like his shaky steps. Oh god, he knows I’m here, he knows. He desperately tried to go faster, but everything hurt and screamed at him to stop, to breathe and to rest. But Jungkook couldn’t, because then the man would get him, kill him.

He looked around, where do I hide, I need a place to hide. Then Jungkook saw it. There was a small hole in the wall, just big enough for him to squeeze through. It was close to the ground, so somebody going by most likely wouldn’t notice. Jungkook quickly, as quick as his injuries allowed, climbed into the hole. Just as his feet disappeared inside, loud footsteps echoed through the cave. Second later the man appeared right in front of the little dent in the wall that Jungkook hid inside.

-

“It seems even darker than the last time we were here. Or is it just me?” Hoseok said. The others didn’t answer, it wasn’t just him. The tension in the air was as thick as ever, the cold stone ground of the cave almost burning the bare soles of their feet. They all shone their flashlights forward, bravely standing up to the darkness. One needed to look closely to see their shaking hands.

“Is it working? The barefoot thing, I mean. Are we inside the overlapping times of the cave?” Jimin asked. “I think so, it feels weirder than last time. Almost like we’re detached from everything, on a totally different planet entirely.” The others agreed silently, they did feel strangely cut off from the outside world. Suddenly they heard what sounded like an intense scuffle coming from further inside the cave. “Let’s go!” Taehyung whisper-shouted and they all went deeper into the darkness before them.

-

The man had grabbed Jungkook by his bare foot, trying to pull him out of the little hole that he hid in. “I swear to god I’ll kill you when I get you out, you little shit! You’re so dead, just wait!” The man yanked his ankle painfully roughly and Jungkook fell forward a few centimeters, but stayed inside the hole. The man let go of him for a second but grabbed him again quickly and pressed something cold against his foot. Jungkook whimpered as something sharp cut along his bare sole. “I have a knife. If you don’t want me to cut off every single one of your cute little toes, you get the fuck out right now. Now. Now!”

Jungkook let go of where he was holding onto, letting himself be yanked out of the hole roughly. But he didn’t give up. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to die like this, in this cold and dark place. With all his might, Jungkook pushed the man. His back hit the wall and the knife clattered to the ground, away from both of them. Jungkook stumbled to get it but the man grabbed him by the back of his shirt, throwing him back-first into the nearest wall. The sharp stones dug into his back, making him bleed, momentarily knocking the wind out of him. When Jungkook was able to move again, he was just fast enough to roll to his left as the man stabbed the wall violently. He screamed in anger at missing his target and Jungkook used the moment of distraction to run.

But the man was right behind him, panting harshly. He was able to grab Jungkook by the hair, pulling him back violently. He fell to the ground, the man on top of him. He put his big, calloused hands around Jungkook’s throat and squeezed. Jungkook struggled, clawing at the man’s jacket, hitting him without any strength. His lips started to turn blue and his face became a bright red colour. His legs jerked a few times, trying to get free, failing. Black spots appeared in his vision and tears ran down the side of his head, into his ears. The man on top of him looked like an absolute maniac. His face was red and angry, his eyes dark and empty but so wide open. His mouth was opened slightly, he drooled on Jungkook a little bit. Please, no. I don’t want to die. Not like this, not here. Help me. Yoongi-hyung. Yoongi-hyung! “Yoongi-hyung!” Jungkook shouted but it was muffled by the hands around his throat.

-

“Yoongi-hyung!” As soon as Yoongi heard that, he ran. Jungkook needed his help and he couldn’t be far, he had to get to him. As he rounded a corner, his heart stopped. There was a man, crouching over a small jerking figure. Yoongi didn’t even think before grabbing the man by the hair and all but yanking him off of Jungkook. “How dare you lay your hands on him, you sick bastard! I swear to god you’re not going to get out of here fucking alive!” Yoongi hit the man over and over again, blind with rage.

Meanwhile the others arrived, Namjoon and Hoseok pulling Yoongi off of the man while he lay on the ground unconsciously. Seokjin pulled a crying Jungkook into his arms, who was shaking violently. “Shh, Hyungs are here. You’re okay sweetheart.” “-yung, Yoongi-hyung! Plea-please, Yoongi-hyung!”

Yoongi immediately stopped struggling against Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s hold, ignoring his anger and going over to Jungkook instead. He kneeled before him and slowly caressed his dirty, bloody cheek. Jungkook cried harder and all but threw himself into Yoongi’s arms. The older caught him eagerly, rocking them both back and forth as they cried. “God, I’m so sorry Oiselet. I should’ve- I should’ve protected you, but I wasn’t there when you needed me. I promise he’ll never hurt you again. Never. I won’t let it happen. Shh, you’re okay, everything’s over now, you’re so brave.”

Yoongi kissed his head and held him tightly in his arms. Jungkook clutched Yoongi’s leather jacket with all the strength he had left, pressing his face into Yoongi’s neck. The older picked him up gently, one arm under the backs of his knees and the other supporting his back. “Do you want to see the sun again? Breathe some good, fresh air? Come on, Hyung will carry you out, Hyung will show you.”

-

“Good afternoon citizens of Busan, we just received great news. The kidnappings and murders that have shattered the hearts of the people not only in Beullaeghol but all over South Korea found an ending today. The youngest victim, Jeon Jungkook, was successfully brought back home alive and the perpetrator was found. A man named Im Jaeil is deemed the murderer, but he died before the authorities were able to arrest him. The infamous caves in Beullaeghol collapsed today, burying not only Im Jaeil but all his secrets with him. The cause is still unknown. Jaeil-ssi kidnapped and tortured four young boys, three of them did not survive. Please remember that although this is a good day, we still have lost three beautiful souls. May Choi Youngjae, Kwon Soonyoung and a still unidentified boy rest in peace. Thank you, now back to you Mi-“

The TV was turned off before the nice news lady with the sweet smile could continue talking. “Come on, Oiselet. Why are you watching that?” Yoongi lovingly caressed Jungkook’s neck, stroking over the fading bruises gently. “Hyung, I thought about something.” Yoongi encourages him softly: “Yeah? What is it? You can tell Hyung.” Jungkook swallowed. “The- the boy that you found, the unidentified one. What if- what if that’s Jaeho? I mean you found his sketchbook there and it would make sense. He went into the caves ten years ago and at time they were so unstable that they sent him into the future. But he didn’t make it.”

Yoongi looked at the black screen of the TV. “That makes sense. But...the body of the kid, it was buried. I- I had to dig him out, I thought it was y-“ Jungkook grabbed his shaking hands. “Hyung shh, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m okay.” He lay Yoongi’s hands on his cheeks. “See? All there.” Yoongi smiled through his tears. “God, I love you so much.”

Yoongi lay back on the old, worn-out couch in his trailer and looked up at the ceiling. It was late afternoon and the sky was painted a pretty pinkish orange, Yoongi could see through the ceiling window. Jungkook cuddled into his chest, kissing his collarbone, Yoongi holding him tightly.

“I think- I think Jaeil knew. I mean, that Jaeho was dead. I think he found him and he buried him but he couldn’t- he couldn’t live with the fact that he was responsible for his little brother’s death so he made up a reality for himself where he still had to search for him. Where he could still save him.” Jungkook shuddered and Yoongi’s embrace tightened protectively.

“I swear I’ll never let anything like this happen to you again, ever. And you’re also never going back to that piece of shit you call a father. I’ll figure it out, Hyung will figure everything out.” He kissed Jungkook’s temple and intertwined their fingers.

Suddenly Jungkook sat up and stared at Yoongi. He looked like he wanted to say something, but struggled and blushed. Yoongi grinned but waited patiently. “Uhm I-I wanted to tell you something. I mean I-“ He took a deep breath. “Je-je t-t’aime? Is that right? I practiced a lot but I’m not sure since-“ he didn’t get to finish because Yoongi leaned up and kissed him gently. “That was perfect, Hyung is so proud of you.”

Yoongi would most likely have nightmares about losing Jungkook again until he’s sixty and Jungkook might have nervous breakdowns at the thought of meeting new people but at least they had each other. It would need time to heal, months, years, decades. But for Yoongi the prospect of a future with Jungkook was as sweet as his Oiselet’s smile.

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Author’s note: Yeah, uhm...that’s it. Did you enjoy the last chapter? I have mixed feelings about it. I just wanted to say thank you for all the undying support I’ve been getting from you. Thank you for making this possible and for always being so sweet and patient. I hope you all have a nice night!

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Fandom: ERASED (Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi)

Character: Satoru Fujinuma

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Remember Me: Chapter 2

Fandom: BokuMachi / Erased

Characters / Pairings: Satoru Fujinuma / Kenya Kobayashi

Genre: Comedy, Drama, AU

Rating: PG

AO3: link

Summary: Kimi no Na wa AU for Kensato

This chapter is Kenya's pov and the day before last chapter, next one will be back on track with how the timeline plays out in the movie which means Satoru in Kenya's place for the first time

Kenya awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating and golden rays shining directly onto his eyelids.  Squeezing them shut further, he flipped onto his stomach trying to block out the ongoing signs of morning.  He knew how to rush to get ready and had stayed up late studying last night; a few more moments of sleep couldn’t hurt.

Drifting back off there was an odd feeling he couldn’t quite place.  Ignore it, it’s nothing, he quickly thought.

But something caused Kenya rush and sit up, stealing any hope of more rest away from him.  He could of sworn...no.  He was just too tired.  There was no one who would be calling his name anyways.  His parents hadn’t woken him up for school in years and he couldn’t be running so late that one of his friends had shown up.

Flopping back down on the bed, that’s when he noticed.  His hair felt longer than it ever had been before, and he instantly sat back up.  Well...that isn’t normal.  Straightaway, Kenya started running his hands through the hair that quite obviously did not belong on his head.  Pulling a strand down confirmed that.

It was darker, no a completely different color.  It was brown now.  This was too weird and Kenya decided that it was best to do an once over of himself to make sure nothing else had miraculously changed over night.

He flung the sheets away from his body, settling his hands on his legs.  Instantly Kenya felt a difference, he wasn’t very muscular per se, but he could feel the added softness and tenderness in these thighs.  Hands flying away, they hovered silently as he tried to process everything.  Alright.  He wasn’t going to freak out.  This was probably just another dream and that’s why he couldn’t fall back asleep.  That made enough sense he thought as he gripped on the arms of this new body, squeezing a bit, and closing his eyes.  Again they were less built than his own and Kenya wondered just how much smaller this body was to his.  He wouldn’t really be able to tell unless he was able to compare side by side.  Finally, he started to feel the main body, abdomen and chest.  It all felt so real and Kenya could barely believe a dream could fabricate this.  Even though the body was smaller and weaker than his own, who he was currently living as couldn’t of been much different in age.

Suddenly, there was the sound of angered footsteps and before Kenya could even open his eyes the door to the room was being flung open.

“Satoru!  You need to get up, now!!”

Their eyes met for a strange moment, in which Kenya realized that he was in no normal position for anyone to be in.  The younger girl in front of him just blinked as he set his hands down beside himself, and without a word closed the door.

Well this was a fantastic way to start off a day, dream or otherwise.

 Within the first hour of his “new life”, that’s what it felt like so that’s what he was calling it, Kenya had learned 3 things.  One, the girl was his sister named Airi.  Two, he lived with her and his grandmother because their father was a politician and he apparently disliked him.  Three, the town he lived in was really rural.  He was a little surprised that the phone he owned even could get service in such a place.  There were plenty of people living here sure, but any other towns nearby seemed nonexistent.

Actually there was a fourth thing he had learned.  And that was that yes, he indeed had friends.  Friends he had no idea about and had apparently been with for a lifetime.  Well he had just settled for staying quiet and listening; saying that he was fine and just tired from studying.  Which was true to some extent.

The two, Kayo and Hiromi if he heard correctly, seemed to get along really well and enjoyed teasing each other too.  The teasing wasn’t obvious and was a bit more on the girl, Kayo’s side but it had Kenya wondering if that’s how all of them acted together or if the two were a couple.  He supposed that it wasn’t really something he would be able to gather by just watching them though.  But asking was off the table; this walk to school already felt awkward enough.  Did they feel the same way or had the excuse worked?

Lost in thought, Kenya almost missed the two changing path to enter school.  Luckily he caught this and was able to catch up before it looked suspicious.  But then he was slapped with the sudden realization, lockers.  He wasn’t going to know what locker was his.  Well, he might as well just ask who he trusts.

“H-hey I’m still mostly unconscious so...can I ask which is mine?”

Kayo turned at the tug on her sleeve, blinking before pointing one out. “Wow, am I going to have to point you to a desk too?”

Kenya tried to laugh as he changed shoes, but it came out too nervous. Because yes, yes he was.

 Laying back down in the foreign bed, Kenya felt exhausted.  Gladly classes weren’t too bad.  Kayo jokingly pointed his desk out which he thanked EVERY god for and they mostly only took notes.  

At some point during the day he had zoned out wondering just when this dream would end.  It just seemed to drag on like any other day.  He wrote on one of the pages of his notebook “who are you?” he wasn’t very sure why but this really did feel like living in another person’s shoes.  At least it was a pretty calm other person’s shoes, but that didn’t keep him from stressing every step of the way.  Which is why he was so tired despite it being such an easy day and almost passed out instantly after his head hit his pillow.

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Tagged by: @thechroniclesoftrash​ [Thank youuuu  (*≧ω≦*)]

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better or just because you feel like it.

Relationship status: Single [I suspect this will be my status forever *sighs*]

Favorite color: Blue ＼(≧▽≦)／

Last song I listened to: Maahi Ve from the movie Kal Ho Na Ho [a Bollywood movie for those who don’t know]

Last movie I watched: The Lion King (1994). I doubt I will ever stop watching this

Top 3 tv shows: xxxHOLiC (PLEASE WATCH THIS IT’S AMAZING), Kazoku Game (another amazing show), The Crown (phenomenal)

[I have so so so so so many more to list so I’m going to do it here because I can never stick to these rules apparently:

-F.R.I.E.N.D.S (like how can you not. I mean there are people who don’t like it but still HOW) -Criminal Minds – The Mentalist – Ouroboros – Clannad – CCS – Psycho pass – Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi – Soul Eater – Death Note – K-ON – Ano Hana – House – Noragami - Yuri!!! on Ice

I couldn’t not mention these. Forgive me.]

Top 3 characters: Ichihara Yuuko from CLAMP universe (xxxHOLiC, Tsubasa Chronicles) [SHE IS MY ULTIMATE FAVOURITE SHE’S PERFECT], Chandler Bing from F.R.I.E.N.D.S (please please please I need a Chandler in my life *grossly crying*), Yato from Noragami [how can you not]

What I’m currently reading: Fanfiction, fanfiction, fanfiction, Anna Karenina.

 I tag @omgkatsudonplease​, @savedbythenotepad​, @possibleplatypus​, @porkcutletbowltrash​, @iwritebetterthanispeak, @phaytesworld. @katzuyas, @crossroadswrite and @exile-wrath

[If you don’t want to or if you’ve already done this then you don’t have to of course!]

[never-to-be-erased-blog]

This is one of my original works. I orphaned it well over a year ago when I was going through some real-life issues and no regret “letting go” of all my work but especially this one. This is without much doubt my favorite story I’ve ever penned. I am thinking about doing a podfic for it. 

[mela-chronic]

Short Hiatus

Given that the fandom is already small and social media sucks, I'm taking a break from posting for awhile. I might put up this Bokumachi drabble I've been working on, but aside from that there will be scarce updates on Ripple.

Writing is a hobby of mine, so being stressed out by it due to a lack of engagement is counter productive. Hope you guys find whatever passes the time! Stay home, and fantasize about your faves kissing!

[mela-chronic]

*dramatically rehearses lines for fanfiction*

[mela-chronic]

Thank you for thinking my work is good enough, I really mean it!!

[mela-chronic]

WOW, I WONDER WHO THAT COULD BE. WHO WOULD I STAY UP UNTIL 1:30 AM DRAWING???? MYSTERY, AM NOT PREDICTABLE.

Ripple

[mela-chronic]

Yes, I really stayed up to make myself a new banner. Soulmates AU with the red string of fate, but with a kumihimo twist. Kumihimo being the style of intricately woven braids, translating to “gathered threads”, or in this case the joining of two souls. I always liked seeing stylized interpretations of a classic, so I hope this is my own spin on it? It’s kind of poetic, isn’t it?

Ripple

[mela-chronic]

Ripple, Chapter 7

“We could’ve talked about this, not get into a fight like we’re some kids in a schoolyard, I don’t know - Yashiro.” Satoru pressed his hand into Yashiro’s shoulder. “We can’t keep doing this.” Satoru weighed the consequences of his words. For all that may come next may very well leave him with more than bleeding knuckles, and a swollen throat.

“You said you’re leaving tomorrow. If that is the case, you would’ve left the moment you found out about Akane, right?”

The logic was infallible, and though Satoru tried he would find himself back in the same intersection between reality and its truth. From the very beginning, he was poisoned and he allowed for it to persist like a viral infection, all for a sliver of closure. Maybe I’m really not a good person.. Maybe I was right the whole time. Satoru nodded. “Yeah.. you’re right. You’re also right about.. The other thing.” Grow a pair, come on. “Other thing”??

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