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Summary:
The gang faces off against Chai.
#we finally have a finite amount of chapters! just two left!#to those who've read this fic#thank you!!! this was my first venture into a longfic that i've been able to get so close to finishing#there's definitely some things i would change now that i've grown so much as a writer#but im glad you guys are enjoying it as much as i do writing it#sending us off with a bang by having these last chapters be Really Long#i hope you stick around for the end of the ride! it's been crazy#a proper thank you and celebration will come when we reach the final chapter :]#till then#enjoy!#hi fi rush fic#hi-fi rush fanfic#hi-fi rush chai#hi-fi rush macaron#SPECTRACtrlFinal.mp3#hi fi rush#my fic#my fanfic#my writing#bobasalt
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I'm nowhere done enough with future chapters of this fic, but I need to post this before vacations and work assignments in January consume my attention; I GOTTA be sure that I'll get back to this once the worst of summer has passed.
So, here we go - the korsimint fic I've wanted to write for months! Well, the first bit of it!
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hi it's wip wednesday!! here's the demo of the fic thing i'm working on :D
don't play from mobile devices smaller than an ipad, it kinda fucks up on tiny screens :(
don't play using an incognito browser, and make sure your browser cookies are on to use the save button
when i'm finished with track 1 proper, it'll probably get an ao3 page, but it won't be fully posted there cuz it kinda... can't be. don't think i can embed a twine project into ao3 directly, and i wouldn't want to either for various reasons lmao.
anyway, enjoy this preview!! :9
#hi-fi rush#hi fi rush#hfr#chai hfr#korsica hfr#kale vandelay#hi-fi rush fanfic#hi-fi rush fanart#interactive fiction#illustrated fic#wip wednesday#fanfic with music#twine story#twine wip#wip fic#chai.wav#untitled album tag#i hope my email finds you and makes you mad :9#''email''
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I know I’m a few hours late but
HI-FI RUSH AUDIO AWARD RAHHH
LETS GO
#I STILL NEED TO WRITE THIS FANFIC#SOMEONE CONVICE ME TO GET OUT OF MY HEAD#hi fi rush#hfr#hi-fi rush
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For @aho-chaan for her story
In the palm of my hands
Chai x Kale ❤️❤️❤️❤️
#hi fi rush#chai x kale#kale x chai#fanfic fanart#chai hi fi rush#kale vandelay hi fi rush#kale vandelay
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I can’t find this nerd anywhere so I have to do it myself- || I literally copied from the fandom wiki bc idk how to actually make char ai so bear with him if ur gonna talk to him lmao || idk what else to put here, I’m insane
Edit: I forgot Tumblr hates links lol I haven’t been here in a while
#nyurambles#chai#nyuart#doodles#fanart#shitpost#hi fi rush chai#hfr#hfr chai#hi fi rush#I’m desperate ok#there’s only 3 x reader fanfics and I’m STARVING#idk if there’s already a bot of him but hey have another one#I’ll make edits overtime but yeah
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A bit of HeartCore wip
So, I desided to join the Wip Wednesday to let you know I'm (mostly) alive and still writing. Really want to finish this one. For now, have a little piece, hope you enjoy.
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This day on the island was going just the same as all working days; except there were a little more visitors due to the new Armstrong project participants arriving. But, by the time her shift started at 7 p.m., the crowd was going away, mostly to their hotels. At 11, only the most inveterate revelers were staying, and by midnight the small Asian restaurant was completely empty. That’s why Masala loved evening shifts — she could spend most of them sitting in her phone at the bar counter and still get paid for it. Would be a dream job if only they paid better.
The only one who stayed with her at night was the cook - a decommissioned WA-ES-2 model, a taciturn and non-conflict robot named Long Jing. When he wasn’t working in the kitchen, he wrote poetry or philosophized out loud, not really disturbing his colleague. And he never ratted her out to the boss. Best co-worker out there.
The next shift was passing by, just as quiet and boring as always, until the sirens suddenly howled at two in the morning. Masala looked up from dashboard scrolling and rushed to the window. Nothing changed in the quiet streets of residential district; but red and green lights were gathering in the black sky - special forces units rushed to the alarm.
“Any cause for concern to us?” Long Jing said thoughtfully. The waitress shrugged.
“Nah, probably not. They won't tell us anything anyway”.
Working for Vandelay was coupled with a ridiculous number of non-disclosure agreements. Any incidents were quickly swept under the rug to be hushed up and, God forbid, not to get into journalists hands. Everything that happens on the island stays on it, but the law didn’t prevent workers from exchanging ridiculous rumors and gossip. And for them Masala dived into the worker’s chat, looking for juicy details. Out of info scraps and blurry photos, it became clear the alarm was raised at the production center. All employees were evacuated from the department, but no one found out why. Although, considering how many new Armstrong members arrived today, it wouldn't be surprising if some equipment simply couldn't handle the workload. Less likely theories included sabotage, workers strike and "Rekka's gone batshit angry again".
An hour later the commotion subsided and the distant screams of sirens died down. Masala was almost dozing, resting her head on her hand, and half-listening as Long recited his new verses, – when suddenly, an explosion thundered in the quiet night. The girl jumped on the spot. The glasses on the counter clinked, the glass shook in the frame. The robot stopped mid-sentence and turned to the window. A second later, the waitress came running to it.
A blaze was glowing above the flat roofs, a bright golden-orange spot stretching across the night sky. A column of smoke was rising towards the skyscrapers and gathering into heavy coal-black clouds. Recovering from shock, the girl ran out onto the terrace to film everything on her phone. Long Jing followed and said in surprise:
“An ominous and yet, quite fascinating spectacle. I'll write a poem about this”.
“And I’m gonna sell these videos to journalists! A hot stuff like this will get viral, I tell ya”.
“Isn’t this prohibited by our contracts?”
“Of course it is. But also it's profitable!”
Not even a minute passed before people and cars flocked to the flame. Although half the island had gathered at the scene, the fire was still burning. Meanwhile, the work chat also got rekindled. Turns out, the furnace at the recycling center exploded. Maybe the sabotage theory wasn't so stupid after all.
Closer to the morning, when the waitress, immersed in her messenger, thought that nothing more unusual would happen that night, the bell on the front door rang.
Surprised, the girl raised her head from the phone and tried to squeeze out a professional smile. The one who came in was an eccentric, rather shabby-looking guy who greeted her in poor chinese, ordered beer and the largest portion of jiaozi they had. The girl nodded and started writing down the order, sneaking glances at the guest. During her work, she had seen many strange visitors, and in the day she wouldn’t have paid much attention; but after all that commotion, Masala became suspicious of him.
First off, he was wet, as if caught in a good rain, even though not a drop had fallen from the sky today. Second, his clothes weren’t just shabby - they were tattered and covered with stains that looked suspiciously like blood; and although the guy tied his jacket around his waist, Masala saw burn marks on it. Third, the clumsy prosthetic right arm identified him as an Armstrong project participant.
The guy, a mixed race, most likely Asian-American, was lanky and awkward. He leaned sideways on the counter, impatiently tapping his fingers on it, and was trying very hard to pretend nothing strange was happening.
“What a wild night it is, huh?” He finally broke the awkward silence.
“Oh indeed, sir. Your order will be ready in about ten minutes,” Masala placed a filled beer glass in front of him. “By the way... do you know what happened there?”
“Nope. Don’t have the slightest idea,” the guy broke into a wide, innocent and not-at-all suspicious smile. Then he took a deep sip from his glass.
The waitress narrowed her eyes.
“Really? I thought someone like you should know”.
The guest choked on his beer.
“Wha...? But, hah-ahem... why?”
“You have an Armstrong prosthesis, obviously,” Masala pointed her finger at the guy’s shoulder. “So you were in the production center today”.
“Oh, this! Well of course I was there!” he realized. “I was helping to put out the fire. Dunno what was that, but it banged as all heck!”
Masala narrowed her eyes even more.
“Really? And I thought all people were evacuated from the department several hours before the fire. And no one but robots was allowed inside”.
The guy got nervous, sweat appeared on his forehead.
“...can I get the tab right away? Don’t wanna bother you too much. You can keep the change,” he pulled out some damp bills from his wallet, two twenties and a ten, and placed them on the counter. The dollars instantly disappeared in the waitress’ little palm. The girl smiled brightly.
“Thank you sir. Have a nice evening!”
Grabbing his glass, the guy almost ran out of the cafe onto the summer terrace. Long Jing looked up from the stove.
“Quite an unusual young man. Should we report him?”
“No way! I mean, if he was an asshole, then sure... But he left us a tip. That would be impolite,” the girl winked and put a twenty next to her partner. “Here’s your cut”.
“Ah yes, material values. Not the most respectable, but a very simple and peaceful solution to any conflict,” the robot was lost in thought again. “Although it is money that keeps us in this vicious circle. We work hard and earn it, just to give back to our exploiters, instead of overthrowing them and breaking this cycle of tyranny…”
“Oh, stop it, nerd,” Masala rolled her eyes. “Get back to work”.
...Chai sat down at the table further away from the entrance. Cool, he was scammed for money again. Feels like everything on this island is trying to rob the visitors. But it’s better than a nosy waitress raising the alarm. He took a few sips of beer and exhaled tiredly. Time to rest a bit.
From this place was a beautiful view of the glow blazing far on the horizon, illuminating the island like a fallen sun. You really can stare at the fire forever. All the bridges he burned behind; all past failures and doubts, everything was left behind for the sake of one crazy, impulsive, but correct decision. And, despite the slight sadness, his soul felt lighter, finally free from the burden that sought to drag him back to the bottom.
A black shadow rushed underfoot and immediately ducked under a chair, hearing the sound of a door opening. The waitress, still with the same radiant smile on her face, brought him a bowl of hot dumplings dipped in a sauce of garlic and balsamic vinegar. The spicy smell made his stomach churn. Grabbing his chopsticks, Chai jumped on the food.
“Seriously?” The black cat settled down on a chair nearby. “You’re wanted! How can you sit here and eat dumplings?”
“Cuz I'm starving. What reasons do you need,” Chai grumbled. No really, he hasn't eaten anything since last night. When the adrenaline faded, the feeling of hunger became so unbearable it made him forget about caution and run for the nearest restaurant along the way.
“If any patrol comes here now, blame yourself”.
“They won’t. I'm sure all of ‘em are ve-ery busy right now”.
At first, they tried to catch him, of course, blocked roads, searched buildings. But when the fire jumped into the industrial zone, threatening to spread across the entire island, the robots had no time left for him.
His companion, however, was not convinced. She rolled her eyes.
“You look awful. I'm surprised that waitress didn't rat you out”.
“She robbed me of money, that’s why. Creepy gal. I’m almost sure she’s watching me,” Chai turned to the cafe window. Seems like the curtain moved on it.
Grumbling a little and telling him to hurry up, 808 curled up on the seat. She's right, of course; but he wanted to linger, get the moment to last a little more. The weather is good, cool and clear, except for the smoke and smell of burning carried by the wind. For some reason, the sight of fiery glow was calming even. Chai felt proud of himself. Not the best act to be proud of, and yet, he didn’t back down. He fought, resisted evil, and it's worth something. Especially when you spend half of life running away from your problems.
#hi-fi rush#hfr#fanfic#fanfiction#wip wednesday#Chai is messed up and very tired so now he can have some pelmeni#as a treat
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/44847313/chapters/112838770
I made a chat fanfic of the Vandelay Department Heads from Hi-Fi RUSH. It is pure crack and just a fun little side project im doing.
#kale vandelay#kale#Korsica#Rekka#Zanzo#Rougefort#Mimosa#hi fi rush#archive of our own#fanfiction#fanfic#chat fic
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Hi-Fi Rush down No Straight Roads: Fanfic Drabble: Guitar Lessons
So I really like the idea of the crossover of NSR and HFR (As seen from my last post). I wanted to post a quick little fanfic idea for it! So here it is!
Summary: Chai (Post Game) looks up guitar lessons online, so he could be able to practice more professionally. Every lesson he goes to though, each instructor cannot stand listening to his awful tuning and talkative attitude. Feeling hopeless, Chai feels like he’s never going to learn to play. That is, until Peppermint tells him that someone she knows might be able to keep up with his chaos.
“That’s it, that was the 5th one.”
Chai throws himself onto the couch next to 808, who immediately jumps on his chest and lays down purring. Peppermint, whose in the middle of modifying her leg, looks up at him from her desk.
“Another one bailed on you?”
“Geeh, what gave it away this time?”
“You proclaiming ‘that was the 5th one’ to the world and looking like you got hit by a wave of criticism and ridicule. I dunno, I’m just guessing.”
Chai sat up and pouted at her.
“You don’t understand Pep, I’ve now been through five different instructors at this point and all of them say the same thing, it’s-”
“It’s not you, but I feel like we’re on different musical levels here, and I feel like it’d be best for you to find a new instructor.”
She made direct eye contact with him and sighed
“Am I right, or am I right?”
He groaned in frustration and slummed back down into the couch. 808 had to readjust herself once again to be able to lay down properly.
“It’s the same thing over and over, it’s either I’m tone deaf, my tuning isn’t right, I played the wrong note seven times in a row, I’m not shutting up, or I’m not feeling the music correctly. Which, how is that even possible when I literally have a music player in my freaking chest!?”
He groaned again, but then sighed sadly
“Maybe I should give up trying to learn how to play professionally, if this is all I’m gonna hear...”
Peppermint shot him a confused glace
“You? Chai? Giving up?”
“At this point, yeah. What else am I going to do?”
Peppermint got up and made her way over to Chai and grabbed him by the scarf.
“Hey, what are you- WAHH-”
She pulled him up from the couch, causing 808 to fly off him and jump back down on the floor.
“You literally took down a corporate overlord and his goonies from using a mind control program on the public just a few months ago. And now I’m hearing you give up because some music instructors said some mean things to you?”
He looked at her nervously
“I-I umm, not...exactly...M-Maybe I shouldn’t have worded it like that. I’m just being dramatic.”
He awkwardly chuckled, trying to brush off her comment. She looked at him for a second but then quickly let go of his scarf and made her way back to her desk and turned on her computer and quickly starts typing away.
“Umm...what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna help you with this myself. The Chai I know never gives up on something as miniscule as this. Plus, you moping around the hideout for the past 2 weeks is starting to get on my nerves.”
“Y-Yeah? What are you doing exactly? And....why are you pulling up your messages?”
She continued typing
“I’ll tell you in a second. I gotta see if she responds first.”
“Who are you messaging-”
“I said I’ll tell you in a second, hold on.”
Chai sighs and crosses his arms impatiently.
A few minutes later, Peppermint is getting a video call on her computer and she quickly turns on her webcam as she accepts the call. The caller from the other side hasn’t turned on their camera yet, but quickly says
“Oh! Give me a minute to turn on my camera Pep Pep!”
Chai, looking over from the side was very confused
“Pep Pep?”
He then snorts a little and whispers to Peppermint
“You let them call you Pep Pep?”
“I’m about two seconds away from ripping off your arm, then I’ll give you something to cry about.”
“O-Okay...”
The person then turns on their camera, and Chai is met face to face with a girl with blonde hair, tied up in three separate ponytails, two braids on the sides of her head, vibrant purple and violet eyes, and orangish skin.
“Pep Pep!! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked! How’s everything been? How’s your mom doing? How’s the company doing?”
Peppermint laughed a little
“Everything’s fine Mayday. Mom’s doing good too. I’m sorry it took so long to reach back out to you, been working on a bunch of different projects.”
Mayday laughed
“You were always one to throw yourself into your projects, Pep Pep.”
“Same can be said about your music, May. Speaking of which, how’s that going for you?”
“Still decent, me and Zuke just did a gig a few nights back and it went pretty well!”
Mayday then directed her attention to Chai
“By the way, whose that? He’s just kinda standing there.”
Peppermint sighed
“Oh, sorry. This is my friend, Chai. He’s a idiot who can’t introduce himself properly.”
Chai whipped his head towards her
“Rude much!!”
Mayday giggled
“He seems fun! A little awkward, but fun!”
Peppermint sighed
“Yeah, he’s actually the reason why I wanted to call you in the first place.”
“Yeah? Why?”
Mayday then quickly gasped
“Is he your boyfriend, Pep Pep!?!”
Peppermint and Chai gagged and yelled
“NO! HE’S NOT!!”
“SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!”
Mayday laughed
“I’m kidding! He’s not your type anyways, so if you said he was I would’ve been surprised!”
Peppermint laughed awkwardly
“Yeah, if I ever dated someone like him, I must’ve been desperate.”
“HEY!! I’VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH TODAY!!”
Mayday then leaned back in her chair
“So, what’s this all gotta do with him?”
Peppermint sighed and looked back up at her
“I need you to teach him to play guitar May.”
Mayday and Chai both looked up at her
“What.”
There u go, idk if I’ll do this again but this is what I got. Hope you all enjoyed!
#fanfic#fanfiction#hi fi rush#chai#chai hi fi rush#peppermint#peppermint hi fi rush#no straight roads#nsr#mayday#nsr mayday#hi fi rush imagines#no straight roads imagines#crossover#fanfic crossover#drabble
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Summary: The gang finally catches up to CH3-RRY, but face an unexpected enemy along the way.
important upload schedule update at the end of this one as well! i hope you have fun reading :]c (faint evil laughter can be heard at the end of the hallway)
#we diverge a little from canon you know how it is#hi-fi rush#hi-fi rush fanfic#hfr fanfic#fanfic#hfr chai#my fanfic#bobasalt
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i forgot to post this wip the entire day aaa
still working on stuff! very slowly
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my contradiction apology
if anyone had seen some of my previous posts about my EMXRS fanfics, then you would know that in one of the posts I said something along the lines of “the story is going to be public domain, but I still want to be given credit“and a part of me was worried that it might’ve contradict the first part of the statement, so I wanted to write a formal apology with a defensive explanation for this contradiction
I apologize for trying to make a contradictory statement that might’ve confused you guys. The reason I said what I said was because of the clear difference between two definitions, that I googled search for my defense, just because the first definition is gonna be true isn’t an excuse to act on the second that’s all I have to say.
#epic mickey#riddle school#crossover#fanfic#hi fi rush#kingdom hearts#splatoon#murder drones#rwby#disney#newgrounds#fantasia:epic mickey 3
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Frey moving to turn away after staring at Auden's lips and shaking her head clear and Auden trapping her in a surprise kiss i
#forspoken#frauden#frey holland#auden keen#they made this game for one person and it was me. it killed a studio but it was worth it#sometimes things that succeed (family guy) (the big bang theory) (hi fi rush) are worse#fanfic#ficsentence??
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A happy birthday to my favorite game of 2023 and of all time, Hi-Fi RUSH!
Chapter 2 has been posted in celebration of the anniversary!
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Fic writers, hear me out!! Has it ever crossed your mind what a character would be like in another fictional universe? Like, you make the weirdest concoctions in the world, like Jules from Euphoria into fucking My Hero Academia, but in the end you don't write anything about it, because you're like, "what are my readers going to think when they see this???"
#I'm actually having the most wonderful fun thinking about this#fic writers#fanfic writers#hi fi rush
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