FH:R

a·phe·li·on · /əˈfēlēən/ · noun · the point in the orbit of a celestial body at which it is furthest from the sun.

[good-grade-in-cleric]

It's mentioned at one point that Sidestep had to build up enough trace of the puppet to pass Mortum's background checks, so even though the game never asks for one, it makes me wonder about the puppet's surname. I imagine having one would make it easier to convince Mortum that you are a genuine contact and not a spy or, idk, a possessed coma patient living under a constructed identity, so...

What is your puppet's surname situation?

They are a John/Jane Doe all the way down

Doe (but their first name is NOT John or Jane)

There is a (mostly) consistent surname, but it's something else

Different surname each time they're asked

First name only, like Cher

Yes! Surname! They've definitely thought of one of those! (Lying)

Voting ended onMar 9

Bonus question: Is this surname in any way significant to Sidestep or, if being influenced on a subconscious level, perhaps their genetic donor, Ace, or possibly even Heartbreak?

[dr-gaytorius]

"I'm looking respectfully" well can you look at me like you're dying of a fever. like you're delirious and it hurts. like you're fighting desperately for your life.

[jezifster2]

Sacrificial lamb who volunteered for the job but bitches about it the whole time

[silvercrane14]

Shout out to characters who want to be used. Shout out to characters who are so desperate to be worth something that they'll endure anything. Shout out to characters who build their entire self worth around being useful, being a tool. Shout out to characters who don't care how they are treated, as long as someone pays them any attention at all

[ocprompts]

Who would your oc go to if they had to bury a body?

[aetherl]

Rebirth era flystep

[hypnostanatos-deactivated202507]

How well would your Sidestep perform in "pretending to betray my clueless RO and handing them over to the enemies" mission salvaging scenario?

Suspiciously convincing performance.

Very convincing performance.

Thinks they can manage it, but reality proves them otherwise.

Sidestep immediately breaks down in tears.

Would convince the enemies to take them instead of RO.

Complete chaos and a shouting match caused by RO taking it very personally.

Chen immediately realizes what's going on.

nuance/I'm bald/Mortum was in all of these situations

Voting ended onJun 12, 2025

(assume pre-hb Sidestep or villain Sidestep, whichever suits your personal canon more. we are talking about a scenario in which our dumbasses nearly fumble the mission and the only way to cut loses is a bit of deceit on Step's part before situation can be turned around.)

[nyanakin]

the type of ship i fuck with the most

[google-searchhistory-official]

"You need to break the time loop. Stop trying to save me. I love you."

[This message has been played 18446744073709551615 times. Would you like to hear it again?]

[rainspology]

Is your Sidestep Daring or Cautious

Daring

Cautious

Perfectly Balanced

Voting ended onMay 8, 2025

[unofficial-fhr-polls]

What is the gender of your Sidestep's puppet?

Man

Woman

Voting ended onMay 8, 2025

As always for multiple sidesteps please vote for your main/favorite sidestep, or the most common answer amongst them.

[boudicca]

"comrade in arms" yeah i bet he was in your arms. every night. fruit

[camillathe6th]

WIP Wednesday(!!!)

@glitchy-npc very very nicely tagged me for a WIP, thank you so much for thinking of me 🫶🫶 and LOOK, it's actually Wednesday this time, I'm nailing this shit.

Anyway, my next chapter is a conversation about telepathy and names and interpretation between Romare (they/them) and Daniel, and these are the only lines that make sense as of now (curse commute and putting stuff in my notes without being able to write them in full, I hate having ongoing wips.) Most importantly, I'll tag @punkranger, @kittlesandbugs, @the-rebel-archivist of course, and @westealtoys, @wonda-fhr, @silvery-bluish, @ladyshivs, and @thenightdayblogger if you feel like sharing something (from any source by the way, doesn't have to be FHR). And anyone else who wants to, too!

WIP.

“But it’s not the same, right?” I ask, breathing too fast now. Leg day sucks. “Between digging into one’s mind and the foreground thoughts…”

“Surface thoughts.” Just a glance, tinged brown-honey in the smog-sun. Do they feel it too, this sudden vertigo, this falling sky, when our eyes meet, and meet and meld? “That’s what I call them.”

“Surface thoughts,” I hold their gaze, and the gaze skitters away, scorched golden. Maybe they do. “I like that. Impulses and masks. Something to peel back.”

“You’re wrong,” they say, as they usually say, knowing I’m not wrong. “There’s nothing to peel back. Surface thoughts are as true as they get, and then they get muddled with consciousness and justification and all that bullshit. What you get if you dig is not the self, but what people try to verbalize to better shy away from themself.”

“Do you think so? Impulse is not truth. Neither is thought.”

Just in time, I dodge their treacherous leg, a trip-up away from having to start from the top; behind the dark lenses, they watch me hard, crouched low against the wall: a breath away from attack, a clench away from heat.  

“Go faster,” they order, slash as a whip.

“Of course, Rom,” I grin, jumping the rope faster. “Punishment is sweet.”

Quick, before it slips, they catch their smiling back, and give me a glare instead. Dirty little shit (not my thought).

“I hit you that first day,” they fling, keen on bruising. “That was impulse. That was the truth.”

“And then you held your hand out to help me up,” I catch, unscathed. “Also the truth.”

“What, are you nature versus nurture-ing me right now?”

“No.” The rope hits the ground, under my feet, one, two, three, one, two, three. “I don’t think violence is nature. I don’t think connection is nurture.”

“Oh, please! Shut up.”

“Right…,” I smile, my mind a simmer, their mind its burning. “Because I’m wrong?”

[sonypraystation]

saying my name is so intimate why would you do that to me

[leofwines-deactivated20250831]

affirmations: you are not real, you don’t have feelings, you don’t want anything, this will be over soon

[afeelionz]

Wip Whursday

“Who gives a shit if YOU like it anyway? I didn’t make it for you.”

But you did. But you do.

Or, Jamie endures the mortifying ordeal of being known. got tagged by @camillathe6th again, I tag @kittlesandbugs @starrypawz and anyone else who would like to share 🫡

It’s ugly. The first feeling you can muster while looking at it and it’s disgust.

It’s not really the fault of… whatever this thing is—and you do know what it is, or what it was supposed to be—but it is. Ugly. There’s imprints where you didn’t mean them, and the form is unclear. Your fingerprints are all over the clay. It dried unevenly. There’s a spot of dried blood on the underside where your knuckles split open thanks to your just-washed-just-kneaded-just-bad dried skin, and—

And, it’s ugly. So, there. That’s why he’s not getting it. Even though it was supposed to be his, and you picked up the hobby for him, and it’s his birthday soon, and he doesn’t even know yours but he got you a gift anyway, so it was supposed to be his. But it’s too ugly for him to look at it. So he doesn’t get a birthday gift. It won’t even be finished in time, if you keep overworking it like you always do, so what do you care? It’s only that you know what you’re supposed to do here, where you’re supposed to put your hands, where the clay is supposed to go, so why isn’t any of this working? Why isn’t knowing enough, enough? What do your hands know that you don’t?

They’re uncomfortable. Clenched, you realize, until you forcibly unclench them. They slip as you move, wet-dry clay caked into every groove of skin. Maybe it’s their fault, not yours but your hands with their secrets. That it’s ugly. Maybe that’s what you’ll tell him next week, actually: “Sorry, I wanted to make you something but my hands know more than I do and they turned it ugly. Oops!” Like he’d even get it. You don’t need him to get it. You don’t need him to have this. You don’t need to have this.

You don’t need him. Maybe. Isn't it such a tempting thought? Especially when Ugly looks right back at you and wilts, it makes you want to squish it all back down into formless blobs until you don't have to think about any of it anymore. That big red nuclear button pulses under your fingertips, daring you to cut and run before the blast can even start.

It’s just so, so fucking—

[camillathe6th]

WIP Wonday

I'm structurally incapable of respecting the Wednesday posting but STILL @ladyshivs was nice enough to think of me so THANK YOU ♡♡ Hopefully this will be finished by next Wednesday actually. For now it's just a bunch of chaotic lines plundered from phone notes so I don't forget the specific beat......... Whatever. Romare meets with their best imaginary friend whose name they stole (Heartbreak. i'm talking about Heartbreak)

WIP.

You breathe. You breathe, Rom, you breathe. You close your eyes. You breathe. B-b-b-b-breathe fast. Take it in take it in take it in—Let it out let it out LET IT OUT. You breathe, you—hush.

Can you hear that?

Not your breathing now.

Not just your breathing now.

Stop. Stop—don’t look. No no no. No don’t look. At the corner of your eye—no, no, not again, you remember, you remember and you learned, don’t look, don’t look again, don't, don’t fall again, don’t fall again.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Shh. There's nothing to be afraid of. Listen to your voice. Listen to your pulse. Here—palm-pressed—against your chest—against your heart. Shh. Can you feel it?

Can you feel him?

At the corner of your eye—in the mirror—you don’t move. At the corner of your eye—in the mirror—he is moving.

Against your heart. Break—can you feel him?

“It’s just me.”

Look. Look now. It’s just me. It’s just you.

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OKAY, and for this week I'll tag (no pressure) @afeelionz @punkranger @kittlesandbugs @glitchy-npc @m3k-sketches and @euelios ♡ OH and of course Shivs, right back at you!