#hopeds

[ultfan]

@hopeds sent in a prompt: ❛  you can do whatever you want to me.  ❜ – mikan

                     ‶  whatever i want?  ″ the words are echoed back, his eyes — clouded by a darkness that make his cheerful demeanor frightening – watch her carefully. there is interest. he can feel his heart thumping in his chest, the quickening of his pulse. it's easy to fall into... selfish habits in the midst of everything going on. the horrors being wrought by them and their associates.

                     komaeda did not participate in this for selfish reasons, though. he worked with a hopeful purpose. but even he wasn't immune to the despair that surrounded all of them. even he struggled to hold onto his ideals — who wouldn't? he was only human...

                     approaching the nurse, he reaches out to grab both her hands in his. excitedly — almost manic. something's certainly broken in him. none of them had come out unscathed. even if he did seem relatively unchanged from their school years; at least in terms of his views on the world.

                     ‶  you're so generous, tsumiki-san!  ″ hands squeeze hers tightly. everything about him is... unnerving. ‶  if i were less of a coward, i'd probably make you regret saying that. but it's not my place to try to end your life...  ″ he lets out a light laugh, as if he were telling a joke. that was not a joke.

                      he was aligned with them. he chose his side. komaeda was simply awaiting a hero that would take them all down. a hero who would never be him — not in a million years.

                     komaeda drops her hands, laughter continuing to spill from his lips as he plops himself down a nearby couch.  ‶  i hope you weren't expecting me to want to sleep with someone as disgusting as you.  ″ not physically, no. but her soul. her personality was rotten. he wasn't any different.  ‶  i guess i do seem like someone who would be that desperate. — maybe i am...  ″

[quickdeaths]

@hopeds

It was only from outside the school grounds - by the vending machines at the gates, where Shinobu was, or elsewhere in the city - that one could properly appreciate the grand scope of Hope's Peak Academy. Shinobu's own laboratory was visible, easily, the long, thin shape jutting out from the side of one of the buildings, built to accommodate a long-distance shot. Each student had a lab built to such specifications, and such construction, to say nothing of the scouting network, didn't come cheap. One source of funding, though, was standing nearby, in a plain white shirt with a black ribbon and matching skirt. "Um!"

"Good afternoon, Miss Murata." It had taken Shinobu a moment to remember the name of the Reserve Course second year, though they imagined it wasn't noticed. Miss Murata was out of breath, with a bit of sweat on her face, as though she'd rushed over once she'd noticed the Main Course's famed Cold Prince alone. She had messy brown hair, and a small, twitching nose that reminded one of a mouse. She wasn't especially attractive, Shinobu noted, though she hardly cared for that sort of thing. "Did you require something of me?"

Ka-chunk. The canned coffee that she'd purchased fell into the bottom of the machine, quickly retrieved, as Shinobu looked to Miss Murata. "Ah, w-well..." Shinobu held her gaze for a moment, before pressing another number and feeding coins into the machine. "If... I thought..." Just say it, Miss Murata. I'll accept it, no matter what It is, but as is, you're simply wasting my time. The machine shook again, having dropped a bottle of green tea. The archer knelt to retrieve it, red eyes locked with Miss Murata and unblinking even so. She waited a moment or two longer. I have no idea what you're so timid. Is your opinion of yourself so low that you think my acceptance policy includes an exception?

"If you're free-" "Pardon the interruption, Miss Murata, but this conversation will have to wait." They stowed both drinks in their bag before turning back towards the main campus. "I have business this afternoon. We'll have to continue this conversation another time." Perhaps when you're not quite so predictably, insufferably meek. She gave the girl no further attention, passing through the gates as Miss Murata deflated rather like a balloon, unable to follow.

The Reserve Course students, were, of course, one source of funding that kept the school's gates open, but it was a different revenue stream that had Shinobu's attention on the day - government grants, and particularly the strings that came with them. So many little departments and ministries, all seeking some kind of return on investment that might elevate their national prestige. It was one such grant that had led to the request that those students skilled in "Traditional" arts hold a demonstration for a number of government officials and foreign dignitaries in the near future.

None of which would have bothered Shinobu, had she not, bafflingly, been placed in charge of it. On the balance, staying at school for additional work was preferable to returning home, but between wrangling Anzu, Miss Saionji, and some of the underclassmen, the archer imagined it to be quite the difficult, tedious task. At least it wasn't one expected of her alone, and her co-organizer was someone who seemed, from what little she knew of her, dependable.

"Yaguchi, of Class 77-A." Her knuckles rapped upon the door to Classroom 77-B, before sliding it opening. Class had since let out, but it was still polite to announce oneself. There were still a number of students, though Shinobu's attention quickly went to one girl in particular. "Miss Pekoyama." She gave the swordswoman an acknowledging nod, followed by one towards the angry-looking boy sitting in front of her. Kuzuryu, if she remembered correctly. "If you're available, shall we go to my laboratory?" With the hand not holding the door, she held up the small spiral notebook given her with a number of the event's details. "There are a number of things we need to go over, in preparation."

[would-you-punt-them]

americans: pssshh you think 80°F is hot???? i'm from big texas this is nothing kid, i might put a coat on actually

europeans: wdym 10°C is cold???? this is shorts weather bro, when you start pissing crystals then we'll talk

unattended raspberries: i went moldy while you were reading this

[dmonet-macitan]

learned how to use blenders film making tools

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[apocalypsegay]

i don't think he clicked through

[goodnightmari]

I did not know they were stackable ?????????

[twinliches]

shoutout to the guy who after unsuccessfully hitting on my sister and being politely declined asked her "is it okay if i ask your brother instead" and when she said yes gave me a long and searching look before sighing and going "no. i am not drunk enough to go for a dude. but you look like an angel" happy bisexual pride to this man and this man only. hope you figure it out soon king

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[ultfan]

@hopeds sent in a prompt: “  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ” from yasuke :3c

                     as it's pointed out, komaeda's gaze drops down to look at that splatter. it's dried by now, but he did guess it was something unseemly. a concerning amount, probably. he hadn't considered it when he had invited the super high school level neurologist into his dorm. it didn't bothered him much, but maybe he should look into getting a rug to put over it?

                     ‶  i wasn't able to get the stain out, unfortunately... forgive me for showing you something so unsightly. do you want me to cover it up with something?  ″ that doesn't actually answer the question, komaeda.

[hansoeii]

the honda odyssey, huh?

[evenlyevi]

Goodnight.

[reasonsforhope]

By the way, you can improve your executive function. You can literally build it like a muscle.

Yes, even if you're neurodivergent. I don't have ADHD, but it is allegedly a thing with ADHD as well. And I am autistic, and after a bunch of nerve damage (severe enough that I was basically housebound for 6 months), I had to completely rebuild my ability to get my brain to Do Things from what felt like nearly scratch.

This is specifically from ADDitude magazine, so written specifically for ADHD (and while focused in large part on kids, also definitely includes adults and adult activities):

Here's a link on this for autism (though as an editor wow did that title need an editor lol):

Resources on this aren't great because they're mainly aimed at neurotypical therapists or parents of neurdivergent children. There's worksheets you can do that help a lot too or thought work you can do to sort of build the neuro-infrastructure for tasks.

But a lot of the stuff is just like. fun. Pulling from both the first article and my own experience:

Play games or video games where you have to make a lot of decisions. Literally go make a ton of picrews or do online dress-up dolls if you like. It helped me.

Art, especially forms of art that require patience, planning ahead, or in contrast improvisation

Listening to longform storytelling without visuals, e.g. just listening regularly to audiobooks or narrative podcasts, etc.

Meditation

Martial arts

Sports in general

Board games like chess or Catan (I actually found a big list of what board games are good for building what executive functioning skills here)

Woodworking

Cooking

If you're bad at time management play games or video games with a bunch of timers

Things can be easier. You might always have a disability around this (I certainly always will), but it can be easier. You do not have to be this stuck forever.

[hug-your-face]

via @swatercolour [insta]