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Hiatus
Hello, everyone! Thank you for following and for asking questions and interacting with me. I’ve really enjoyed running this blog so far, but I’ve just been far too unmotivated to keep up with things lately, and I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life as well. I’m going on hiatus until further notice. I’m extremely sorry for the threads I haven’t finished, but I hope we can pick back up when I come back. Thank you for reading, and see you hopefully soon!
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Help Required
"Hello, everyone. I know it's a little bit late, but I have a bit of a community post to make. I know some of you have probably noticed how busy I've been lately, compared to how active I used to be in the past. I've been a little discouraged by persistent mental health problems, relationship issues, and I've just been trying to give some time to other personal projects I neglected for two years while giving my heart and soul to this blog, ahaha. But when I went to that convention recently, I realized how much I missed the community as a whole, and being a part of it. When I first came here, I was really involved in things. I know I've let that slip quite a bit lately. That's where I might need some help. I want to get back into things. I want to be involved with the community, to engage with it, to talk to people, to communicate with the fandom. I really miss that. I still don't think I'm quite ready to go back to this blog being the only thing I did, all day every day, but I do want to branch out and interact with more people, connect and make friends like I used to.
That being said, I don't exactly know where to start. It's been a while since I was last searching around in the fandom for active people and talking to them. I don't even know who the active blogs are anymore. I feel like I'm definitely out of the loop and out of the social circles in the community. When I first got here, I was very involved with the active blogs, and so I knew where to begin looking with my promo post and I moved forward from there. But now, like I said, I'm feeling a bit lost. And very lonely. I want to talk to everyone again. I want to engage with the community again. If anyone could point me in that direction, I'd be grateful for the help. I'd love to know where to look, what active blogs there are, who's currently roleplaying, what discord servers are open, or anything like that. They don't even have to be roleplay blogs. I would be happy to find and talk to more active people in the fandom of any kind. I just miss everyone here and miss engaging with you all. I miss being a part of that community. It was wonderful to share something I loved so much with so many people. If anyone could help me find out where I could get into any of that again, I would be incredibly grateful. And if you're one of those people who's still active in the fandom, roleplay or not, then feel free to reach out to me. Or mention your name anonymously and I'll reach out to you. I would just love to be a part of things again, and to enjoy this thing I love so much with everyone else again. Maybe some of you can help me here. If you can't, then I'll still try my best, but I am feeling a bit lost and lonely with how long I've been disconnected."
“Ah, crap-” thud. There was some noises before a sigh, “Wow, rude.”
Ahem
Suddenly this girl appears from the ground, she didn't look too pleased having fallen; dusting herself off she smiles,
“Hello! I'm Bonnie Kegamori! it's nice to meet you! I'm the ultimate hitwoman, or at least... one of em” She looks to the side laughing nervously before taking a deep breath in “But- that's neither here nor there!” She holds her hand out, swinging on her heals.
// tagged a few blogs below, feel free to ignore!
✨Promo Hour✨
A quartet of girls passed you by in the halls, all walking in a group but remaining in their respective pairs. While three of the four don’t seem to pay you any mind, one of the shorter ones bounces. “Hey! Hey, hiii!!” The voice squealed, and before you knew it, a colorful girl was right in front of your face, dragging along a friend too. “Ohmygosh! Have I seen you before?? I think I might have! Shehehe! Names slip my mind a lot, sorryyyy! I’m Azumi Uneo, Ultimate Cheerleader! Nice ta meetcha again! Or for the first time, whatever!” She wiggles her pompoms excitedly.
Beside Azumi stood a slightly taller and scruffy girl. Her hair was prickly and rough, her bright eyes seemed to be the only lively thing about her appearance in all honesty. She stared at you, before waving and averting her eyes without a single word.
The two other girls hesitated in the back, awaiting for their friends to catch up, only seeming mildly annoyed by the inconvenience.
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Promo?
Outside of an apartment complex a young man can be seen pacing back and forth, chewing his lip and running a hand through his hair. He stares at his left hand his stomach sinking visibly as he does, he’s clearly nervous and a little afraid. When he noticed that he’s been approached he jumps slightly, startled and looks up.
“AH–!” he’s tense, his eyes wide when he forces himself to relax slightly
“Uh–um….Hello…I’m sorry I didn’t see you there…” He swallows, glancing away at the ground as he tugs his sleeve over his left arm “Hiroki Fukuyama former Ultimate Roboticist….” he’s clearly shaken, but he seems willing to talk.
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“Ahh, how grand, we have finally made it!” The man essentially kicked the door to the expensive looking mansion down, spreading his arms in the foyer, fangs clearly visible as he grinned.
“This place is quite quaint, wouldn’t you agree?” A second man stepped inside, takiing a quick drag before taking a look around their new home, continuing: “Some interesting looking people live here. Feels almost like we are meant to be here, isn’t it?”
“You’re quite right, Victor.” The other man chuckled, then wondered: “Where is Vincent? Wasn’t he just behind us?”
“Oh, he is taking care of some of our luggage. Doesn’t really trust the moving crew.”
“Oh, I see.” He sighed, blowing a strand of black hair out of his face, the smile appearing back on his face right after: “Well, it doesn’t matter! I’m sure he will be here in a bit! Come on, let us go greet the locals! With a bit of luck we will find her!”
“Her?” Victor raised an eyebrow, lulling: “Are you really breaking up with us like this?”
He couldn’t help the snort that escaped him: “Don‘t be silly. Come on now, the locals are waiting for our radiating presence!”
“Yes, I’m sure that’s what it is.”
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Technical Difficulties
"Hello, everyone. I'm honestly not even sure if you can see this, but I'm hoping this announcement gets to some of you at least.
Tumblr decided to falsely mark my blog as explicit. That's why no one can see it. That's why it's hidden from search results. This blog is not deleted and it's not private. Tumblr made a mistake. I had absolutely nothing to do with this. I'm trying to get it fixed as quickly as possible, and I sent in my appeal, but of course they'll be slow to fix it. I'm sorry for any worry or inconvenience this caused anyone.
Why did tumblr mark my blog as explicit? Because there's one particular sprite of Hajime-- fully clothed obviously, as all his sprites are-- that tumblr doesn't like the skin-tone of, I suppose. And they always mark it as 'porn'. Every Hajime blog I've interacted with has encountered this problem. Now, because I reblogged some threads with that sprite, I'm getting the flack for it too. I deleted all the reblogs with that sprite, but tumblr still won't uncensor my blog. This is...really, really irritating. I hope it will be fixed soon.
Just to repeat: This blog is not deleted. This blog is not private. It's been censored through absolutely no choice of my own, and I'm trying to get it fixed."
A wip of something that has been happening in an rp.
POV when you try to outcry yourself
Hey Mikan! Do u enjoy headpats?
"O-Oh, um, I-I'm not sure if I d-do or not... um, th-the only times anyone touched my h-head, i-it was to p-pull my hair or something..."
“Hm..”
Standing alone outside of the Hope’s Peak dorms, an Ultimate Student can be seen scribbling in a small notebook. He hums softly, seemingly lost in thought and not realizing he might be in anyone’s way. The pencil taps against his cheek as he scans over the rows of jotted down notes when finally, he notices that he’s been approached. The Ultimate glances up with a smile as he shoves the notebook inside one of the canvas pockets of his jacket.
“Sorry did you need something? I didn’t mean to be blocking the way–!” He takes a step to the side, a small chuckle bubbling up from his chest.
“Ahah–forgive me, I wasn’t exactly paying much attention…” he stalls a moment before clearing his throat “I’m Haru Hideyoshi, The Ultimate Private Investigator. It’s nice to meet you.”
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Mikan looked around nervously at all the people as she walked. She was supposed to be headed towards Hope's Peak's nurse's office to help out, but it seems she was paying a little too much attention to the people around her instead of where she was going, as she somehow ended up near the dorms.
When she finally noticed, she was extremely embarrassed, so she pretended she meant to go here. As she continued walking aimlessly, she noticed the student standing there.
"O-O-Oh no! I-It's okay, you're n-not, um, I-I'm not even supposed to be h-here!" she said without realizing. "Uwah! I-I'm sorry, that p-probably sounds s-stupid... u-um, m-my name is M-Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate N-Nurse... i-it's nice to meet you too..." she said, attempting to salvage this first impression.
A woman with strangely similar choppy hair sat in the waiting room of the clinic. Her finger was tugging on a stray strand of hair as she nervously looked around the room. Maybe this was a bad idea…
—askthewritertsumiki
Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”
She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.
Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”
@askthewritertsumiki
Oh boy, here we go.
Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘
Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.
“Aah! I’m s-sorry! I wasn’t st-staring! N-not that I w-wou—I mean, wou-,” she tugged harshly on a strand of hair until the word came tumbling out, “—would stare!”
“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”
She suddenly noticed that the other patients were staring at them both, and also remembered that she was a nurse and was on duty. She gulped and held the door open for the other Mikan. “P-Please come in! U-Um, if that’s okay!”
“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.
“Eeek! Ahh…s-sorry!”
“Aaah! O-Oh no-!” she exclaimed, startled. She recoiled a bit too much and fell backwards onto her butt. After a few awkward seconds of catching her breath, she shakily stood up and held out her hand to help the other up. “A-Are you okay?!” she asked.
Somehow, Mikan pulled herself together a bit more. She touched her face to make sure there was no blood. Feeling nothing, she pushed herself up off the ground and shakily stood. Mikan could not bring herself to touch the woman’s hand…something about this whole situation was so jarring to her. To touch this nurse would make her real, and that terrified Mikan.
“Ngh.. I’m f-fine! I’m sorry I’llgototheroom!” Mikan blurted out and scurried ahead of the nurse. She turned into what she assumed was a patient room. Mikan was not too familiar with medical facilities.
“A-Aah! O-Of course!” Mikan hurried after her after a few seconds, but as she saw which room the other Mikan was entering, she quickly realized that this was not a patient room.
“U-Um, um, I’m s-s-sorry, but this i-is…” she was quiet for a few seconds, trying to find the nicest way to say it. “Th-This is the c-c-cleaning storage…” she flinched.
Shame flooded her face. Mikan stared dumbly into the storage room. God, how did she mess up this badly? Why was she so useless? When she did finally force herself to turn, tears had begun to prick the corners of her eyes.
“I’m sor-I’m sorry,” Mikan choked out. The words felt heavy in her throat. “P-Please don’t—please don’t…”
There were at least five different words she wanted to end the sentence with, but Mikan couldn’t find the resolve for any of them. Instead she let the sentence wither away, and opted to keep her mouth shut.
She could feel the other Mikan’s pain - and secondhand embarrassment - and started backpedaling hard. “Aah! O-O-Oh n-no! It’s okay, r-really! I-It’s m-my fault for… for n-not leading you th-the right way I’m s-so sorry! U-Um, please follow m-me!” she said, rushing a few rooms down.
It was startling just how similar they were. It felt like she was watching her own reactions from outside of her body. How was this possible? She opened the door to the patient room and waited there, fidgeting nervously.
Mikan squeaked, and moved quickly to the room. She wasn’t quite sure how she made it there; her legs felt like they were weighted down with lead.
“Nno it’s n-not! It’s m-my fault for barging in on—barging into the—into the,” she gave another harsh tug on her hair, this one pulling out a single strand that fell to the floor through her fingers, “—into the room!”
The paper on the patient chair felt odd against her. Was she now a character in a story too? The hair on the floor certainly didn’t seem real. It could have belonged to either of them. Either of her. Mikan still could not look at the nurse. Instead she wrung her hands and looked down in her lap.
Mikan watched as her double entered the room and followed, gently but frantically closing the door behind them. "O-Oh, no, i-it's... it's...!" she said, but stopped and fell into an awkward silence as she realized this would likely continue on for a long time if she finished, knowing how they both were.
She started fidgeting before seemingly realizing that she needed to do something. "A-Aah! I'm sorry! U-Um, s-so... w-what's the reason f-for your v-v-visit?" she asked, fidgeting as she attempted to cope with just how strange and confusing this was.
A woman with strangely similar choppy hair sat in the waiting room of the clinic. Her finger was tugging on a stray strand of hair as she nervously looked around the room. Maybe this was a bad idea…
—askthewritertsumiki
Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”
She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.
Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”
@askthewritertsumiki
Oh boy, here we go.
Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘
Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.
“Aah! I’m s-sorry! I wasn’t st-staring! N-not that I w-wou—I mean, wou-,” she tugged harshly on a strand of hair until the word came tumbling out, “—would stare!”
“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”
She suddenly noticed that the other patients were staring at them both, and also remembered that she was a nurse and was on duty. She gulped and held the door open for the other Mikan. “P-Please come in! U-Um, if that’s okay!”
“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.
“Eeek! Ahh…s-sorry!”
“Aaah! O-Oh no-!” she exclaimed, startled. She recoiled a bit too much and fell backwards onto her butt. After a few awkward seconds of catching her breath, she shakily stood up and held out her hand to help the other up. “A-Are you okay?!” she asked.
Somehow, Mikan pulled herself together a bit more. She touched her face to make sure there was no blood. Feeling nothing, she pushed herself up off the ground and shakily stood. Mikan could not bring herself to touch the woman’s hand…something about this whole situation was so jarring to her. To touch this nurse would make her real, and that terrified Mikan.
“Ngh.. I’m f-fine! I’m sorry I’llgototheroom!” Mikan blurted out and scurried ahead of the nurse. She turned into what she assumed was a patient room. Mikan was not too familiar with medical facilities.
“A-Aah! O-Of course!” Mikan hurried after her after a few seconds, but as she saw which room the other Mikan was entering, she quickly realized that this was not a patient room.
“U-Um, um, I’m s-s-sorry, but this i-is…” she was quiet for a few seconds, trying to find the nicest way to say it. “Th-This is the c-c-cleaning storage…” she flinched.
Shame flooded her face. Mikan stared dumbly into the storage room. God, how did she mess up this badly? Why was she so useless? When she did finally force herself to turn, tears had begun to prick the corners of her eyes.
“I’m sor-I’m sorry,” Mikan choked out. The words felt heavy in her throat. “P-Please don’t—please don’t…”
There were at least five different words she wanted to end the sentence with, but Mikan couldn’t find the resolve for any of them. Instead she let the sentence wither away, and opted to keep her mouth shut.
She could feel the other Mikan's pain - and secondhand embarrassment - and started backpedaling hard. "Aah! O-O-Oh n-no! It's okay, r-really! I-It's m-my fault for... for n-not leading you th-the right way I’m s-so sorry! U-Um, please follow m-me!" she said, rushing a few rooms down.
It was startling just how similar they were. It felt like she was watching her own reactions from outside of her body. How was this possible? She opened the door to the patient room and waited there, fidgeting nervously.
A woman with strangely similar choppy hair sat in the waiting room of the clinic. Her finger was tugging on a stray strand of hair as she nervously looked around the room. Maybe this was a bad idea…
—askthewritertsumiki
Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”
She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.
Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”
@askthewritertsumiki
Oh boy, here we go.
Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘
Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.
“Aah! I’m s-sorry! I wasn’t st-staring! N-not that I w-wou—I mean, wou-,” she tugged harshly on a strand of hair until the word came tumbling out, “—would stare!”
“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”
She suddenly noticed that the other patients were staring at them both, and also remembered that she was a nurse and was on duty. She gulped and held the door open for the other Mikan. “P-Please come in! U-Um, if that’s okay!”
“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.
“Eeek! Ahh…s-sorry!”
“Aaah! O-Oh no-!” she exclaimed, startled. She recoiled a bit too much and fell backwards onto her butt. After a few awkward seconds of catching her breath, she shakily stood up and held out her hand to help the other up. “A-Are you okay?!” she asked.
Somehow, Mikan pulled herself together a bit more. She touched her face to make sure there was no blood. Feeling nothing, she pushed herself up off the ground and shakily stood. Mikan could not bring herself to touch the woman’s hand…something about this whole situation was so jarring to her. To touch this nurse would make her real, and that terrified Mikan.
“Ngh.. I’m f-fine! I’m sorry I’llgototheroom!” Mikan blurted out and scurried ahead of the nurse. She turned into what she assumed was a patient room. Mikan was not too familiar with medical facilities.
"A-Aah! O-Of course!" Mikan hurried after her after a few seconds, but as she saw which room the other Mikan was entering, she quickly realized that this was not a patient room.
"U-Um, um, I'm s-s-sorry, but this i-is..." she was quiet for a few seconds, trying to find the nicest way to say it. "Th-This is the c-c-cleaning storage...” she flinched.
A woman with strangely similar choppy hair sat in the waiting room of the clinic. Her finger was tugging on a stray strand of hair as she nervously looked around the room. Maybe this was a bad idea…
—askthewritertsumiki
Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”
She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.
Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”
@askthewritertsumiki
Oh boy, here we go.
Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘
Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.
“Aah! I’m s-sorry! I wasn’t st-staring! N-not that I w-wou—I mean, wou-,” she tugged harshly on a strand of hair until the word came tumbling out, “—would stare!”
“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”
She suddenly noticed that the other patients were staring at them both, and also remembered that she was a nurse and was on duty. She gulped and held the door open for the other Mikan. “P-Please come in! U-Um, if that’s okay!”
“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.
“Eeek! Ahh…s-sorry!”
“Aaah! O-Oh no-!” she exclaimed, startled. She recoiled a bit too much and fell backwards onto her butt. After a few awkward seconds of catching her breath, she shakily stood up and held out her hand to help the other up. “A-Are you okay?!” she asked.
A woman with strangely similar choppy hair sat in the waiting room of the clinic. Her finger was tugging on a stray strand of hair as she nervously looked around the room. Maybe this was a bad idea…
—askthewritertsumiki
Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. "H-Huh?!"
She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.
Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. "M-Mikan?"
@askthewritertsumiki
Oh boy, here we go.
Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘
Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.
“Aah! I’m s-sorry! I wasn’t st-staring! N-not that I w-wou—I mean, wou-,” she tugged harshly on a strand of hair until the word came tumbling out, “—would stare!”
"Uwaah!" she couldn't stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um...”
She suddenly noticed that the other patients were staring at them both, and also remembered that she was a nurse and was on duty. She gulped and held the door open for the other Mikan. “P-Please come in! U-Um, if that’s okay!”
A woman with strangely similar choppy hair sat in the waiting room of the clinic. Her finger was tugging on a stray strand of hair as she nervously looked around the room. Maybe this was a bad idea…
—askthewritertsumiki
Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. "H-Huh?!"
She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.
Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. "M-Mikan?"
@askthewritertsumiki
I think Hiyoko would forgive you... if you work hard to help people.
"Y-You really think so? I-I do my v-v-very best to help people as m-much as I can now..."
