sal you gotta write something-

heya! im just a simple fic writer. i mostly focus on roller haze, but ill do other infinite chase ships occasionally!  ! requests are open !

[number1rollerhazestan]

Ive seen a few mentions of ask blogs and such, but i dont think anyones actually bothered to start one. Now with the wiki I think it would be much easier to start one up. Would anyone be interested if I were to start one up? I dont have much of a story planned out but Im sure I could cook something up. Perhaps an exploration of the epilogues?

[number1rollerhazestan]

When we had eachother

"You can escape a killing game, sure, but bad habits catch up to you. When you spend your whole life living for someone and theyre gone, what do you do?"

so sorry for not posting in awhile haha. i hope this makes up for it. its a little angsty though haha. the epilogue just gave me some ideas..

tw: main character death mentioned/grieving over loss

blythe walked quietly, quiet footsteps against the cracked concrete, hurried, as if she had somewhere important to go. could the others hear the sob that rested at the back of her throat, too? could passerbys notice the dead light in her eyes? would a bystander be able to pinpoint the exact number of shards her heart split into? 

maybe not, doubtfully so. 

but even a child would be able to notice the way she carried herself, shoulders slouched, gaze hazy as she searched for something even she wasn’t sure of in the grey clouds, clothes hanging loosely, hard to tell if she had just gotten out of bed or if she had perhaps just fallen asleep in those clothes the night before. 

truth was she hadn’t been able to sleep. closing her eyes was simply a shattered wish she knew would not be granted, but like a child who was too scared to tell their parents they knew about santa claus, she remained in bed still, if only to keep the fantasy alive, in some abstract form. 

as if anyone believed it. that she had ever been even half functional. even before him. even before all of this. she had always been a girl to be left on the sidewalk, nothing special, something to get bored of. to get thrown aside. to be alone. the girls dont like the boring dolls, no one wants a dog with no tricks, the boys dont like a girl that doesn’t stand out. 

she took in a deep breath as she stood at the gate. hesitating for a moment before pushing it open, grip tightening around the flowers she had gotten. she didn’t even know what type they were. not like he had a favorite. said he liked all flowers equally. 

so she got a bunch of them, as many as she could afford anyways, all of different colors. just for him. she wasn’t planning on eating tonight anyways. the food never tasted right in her throat. it felt like getting the first slice of someone else’s cake. intruding, selfish. she never had the energy to chew, anyways.

from concrete, to grass, to dirt. she stood in front of his grave. it had been a long funeral. he payed for it himself. she was left enough money to last her for the rest of her life, they said. but she hadn’t spent a cent of his money. she couldn’t find it in her heart to take more from him. even now. especially now.

her body tensed as she set the flowers down, with the rest. purple and yellow and blue. red and orange and pink. every color she could find. its what he deserved, even if he’d claimed otherwise in life. in death too, if he could. 

there was a feeling in the back of her throat again. where she hid the fine dust of her broken dreams, and the words she never had enough courage to say. they mixed together and formed a sob, the sob of a girl- a woman now, a widowed wife, who would never be anything worthwhile. who never grew stronger with the pain, she simply lived in spite of it. never having much more than that. she latched onto those who actually had something. be it brains or charm or even just a plan for the future beyond ‘live to see it’. because what’s the point of living when you have nothing to live for? 

it had become a much harder question to answer with each passing day. 

the tears rolled warm down her face, and she closed her eyes, but she had memorized the words since they had buried him. 

“Yaku Kusuri, April 20th - July 13th. Perhaps not in loving memory, but in memory i’m sure. i’ll have a great view of your wings from down here. So until then, soar.” 

he had requested it himself. wrote it in his will, along with everything else for the funeral. she was sure she would fly with him, despite what he believed. she would drag him up there, if she had to. 

that got a chuckle out of her. mournful and morbid and giddy. it had been so long since she laughed.

maybe she could learn to be okay. she’s sure he’d rather forgive her for keeping him waiting. 

just like she entered, she left quietly. the smile on her face being that of a woman who had risked loving. and although she had lost, it didn’t make it any less worth it. she wouldn’t trade their time together for the world. 

because it may have not been perfect, but it was to her. and what is love if not pain? isn’t that what it’s always been? if not from the feeling itself than from what it is like to live without it. 

but it still is pain. and it hurts.

but as she decided before, she would live, even if only to spite life. to spite everyone who left her on the sidewalk to rot. she would live. 

she has to, at this point.

[stimnasium-archived]

Blythe Erezio self care kit with stim toys for anon!

🛹 Fidget Skateboard Toys

🍧 Assorted Bravery Bandages

🛹Cupcake Squishy

🍧Skateboard Pusheen Plush

🛹Oreo Silicone Chew Necklace

🍧Mobii Cotton Candy Fidget Ball

[aescafe]

yaku kusuri + blythe erezio cloudcore header for @number1rollerhazestan

[aescafe]

yaku kusuri & blythe erezio + matching bi icons for @number1rollerhazestan

[number1rollerhazestan]

Wow, theres so much more infinite chase content than there used to be. Is it because the wiki is finally having content added to it?

[stimnasium-archived]

Blythe Erezio stimboard with dessert and slime themed stims for anon!

Credit:

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[number1rollerhazestan]

can you do a little drabble about Luna x Eiko?

Not sure if this counts as a drabble technically? I tried my best though, hope you enjoy! :)

story under the cut, as always!

“The house is not haunted.” Luna said with a sigh. “Ghosts aren’t even real.” Yet still, Eiko clung to her arm like a koala, only Luna was much more comforting than a tree. She sighed again, and pat Eiko on the head.

“You don’t know that.” She mumbled. “If it’s not a ghost, that just means there’s a serial killer or s-something..” She buried her face in Luna’s neck as she started shaking at the thought. Her girlfriend’s gaze softened as she led her to the couch.

“If there’s some sort of ghost or serial killer i’ll just beat them up- i’m a black belt in karate, yknow.”

“Really?”

She was not.

“Yeah. C’mon, let’s just lay down. I’ll protect you, I promise.”

The two smiled and shared a kiss before they laid down and cuddled for awhile, ignoring the ghosts and/or serial killers that may or may not reside in their home.

Their love was stronger anyways.

[number1rollerhazestan]

Hello everyone! Sorry for my inactivity ^^"

As most are aware, chapter 4 started recently, however I will not be giving my commentary on it until it is completed.

Until then, I'll get back on the writing train pretty soon, and I'll be answering your requests swiftly!

(sidenote though, this chapter seems to already be giving us some great rollerhaze content, which i am thoroughly excited for)

[number1rollerhazestan]

“Sugar lips for a midnight kiss”

“Au in which yaku kills shuri instead of lily, and no one knows how to feel about it. Much less the girl who has a crush on him.” Another roller haze fic ^^ this one i intend on making into a multi-chapter series! I really like this concept- plus, you can never have too much roller haze, i declare.  TW: none (if there’s anything i should put here, let me know and ill edit this!)

its hard. when your crush kills someone. it really is. its harder when that person was the guy everyone thought you had a crush on. maybe in some way, you did. but he had been getting creepier lately, and you were planning on distancing yourself from him anyways. i guess you don't really have to do that anymore. it’s hard to be creeped on by a corpse. 

but that still leaves one major issue, the guy you do have a crush on, the one that isnt dead. at least not yet. judging by how everyone has been avoiding him lately.. 

blythe hadn’t expected him to live this long, really. she was glad, of course. but he just kept painting a bigger and bigger target on his back. he was practically asking to be murdered.

she was sure if someone didnt put a knife in his back, he might just die of starvation first. she had never really seen him eat, but that seemed to be the issue with most people on this train. had she been more confident, she might’ve gone around handing everyone dinner.

but instead, she just chose to feed the murderer. 

eyes glued to the floor as she waited for yaku to answer, rocking back and forth slightly, trying to calm her nerves. just as she was considering knocking again, or glancing around to make sure no one could see her, he answered. 

his hair seemed messy, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. he didnt seem to brush it or wash it or anything. she had wanted to offer to help him with it, but that made her feel awkward. inspecting his eyes revealed that he wasn’t high. didn’t seem to be at least. which was good, she thought. that drug habit of his was probably going to kill him someday. 

the thought saddened her in a way that made her quickly change her train of thought. 

he didn’t seem to be wearing his usual hoodie, instead he had on a black shirt, with some sort of purple symbol in the middle? she knew it was one of the zodiac signs, but she wasn’t familiar enough with any of them to know which one. he also had on some similarly colored baggy pants, although they had purple-ish grey polka dots on them. made her think of clowns for a reason she couldn't quite explain. perhaps her eyes lingered on his pants for too long. 

with an embarrassed flush to her face, her gaze fell to the floor again, noticing his ferret slipper had been replaced with red dragon ones. they also had green button eyes, which she found cute. 

yaku simply raised a brow, confused as to why blythe was at his door, eyeing him up and down. perhaps she was here to kill him? he wouldn’t mind dying at her hands, he thought. though he did worry about jer and hikaru. maybe they’d find some sort of loophole. like he did. that way only a worthless life is lost, and the beauty remains. like pulling out a weed so the other roses in the garden may thrive.

“uh.. hi blythe.” yaku eventually decided to say, after what felt like a milenia of awkward silence.

she snapped to attention, meeting yaku’s gaze for a moment before they both looked away. the blush darkened and she thought now was a good time to speak up. “I, ah.. I brought you some food- I’m not the greatest cook though, i mostly just bake but.. a cake isn’t a very good breakfast, is it?” she laughed a bit. “though i could bring you that, if you wanted.”

he then blinked at her, surprise obvious on his face. eyes wide as he stared at her. she liked it. his eyes. him looking at her. both were nice. she wished she had pretty eyes like his. bright and magical and easy to get lost in. she had considered a thousand cheesy pickup lines involving them. ‘i'm gonna have to ask hikaru for a map, because i keep getting lost in those eyes of yours’ ‘i never thought angels were real, but they must be if you’re standing right here’ ‘are you a cake? must be with how sweet you are’ and on and on, she often thought about how he’d respond to something as dumb as that. would he laugh at her? would he get all flustered? she didn’t mind either possibility. 

“you bake?”

she was snapped out of her thoughts involving the imaginary yaku, and what their imaginary relationship could be like, by the very real yaku standing right there. 

“Oh! yeah, uh, my mom taught me. She got me into skateboarding so I’d do, like, anything else, actually..” she laughed nervously again, shying away from his gaze.

“i can bake. heh, i uh, learned it from homestuck. it’s where i get most of my knowledge, to be honest.” it was his turn to chuckle awkwardly, hand moving up to rub the back of his neck as he glanced towards the ceiling. “always wanted to uh.. bake with someone, heh.” he said as he glanced back towards her, a casual smile on his face.

“Well.. we ought to bake sometime then.” She replied, trying her best to sound confident in her words.

“Yeah, we should.”

“It’s a date then.” She concluded, handing him the oatmeal she had hurriedly made for him. Their hands brushed for a moment as it was handed over, sending blythe’s heart into overdrive.

“Heh, lookin forward to it, erezi-chan.” And with a smile and a slight wave, the door closed, leaving the skater girl with a pounding heart and a fried brain, face red as she walked away.

And although she couldn’t see it, Yaku was similarly flushed as he sat on the floor to eat. He wouldn’t need to get high for a while. He was happy like this.

[number1rollerhazestan]

The Pull and Tug of our universe

A short roller haze drabble, exploring the ship, how it would begin, and how inevitably, it would end. Not through their own faults, but simply due to the nature of what it is, and where they are. 

TW: implied character death, implied main character death, implied suicide, just general angst. 

Hope you enjoy this first post!! ^^

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cause and effect. a simple concept, so easy to understand, a fundamental factor to the universe. 

a man hands the other, who he wishes in some complicated sense, to be his lover, 30 or so chocolate pellets. four people then die that day. the twin playthings of fate, only fair they would die alone, and in that sense, together. then the man who gave himself over to death, bones hollow, heart even more so, a final kick to his corpse, knocking him over. his last moments spent pretending to sleep, until he did, forever. then finally, the cycle ends. broken hearted boy turned into a man with a firecracker where it used to be, lit on both ends quite literally in his final moment, the sparks drying the sobbing man’s tears, in a way he was most familiar with. 

a girl who had grown far too used to being alone, and a boy who was the same. its simple really, a pull and tug of the universe. a scorched man, a vandalized corpse. a crying skateboarder, and the druggie who learned to comfort her.

neither of them were used to this. to caring so deeply, and having the other care just as much back. 

it was a nice change though. it was nice to experience love, what it actually was, for the first time. quiet kisses in the morning, holding hands under the table, wrapping her in his arms to remind her of how much he cared, her teaching him to skateboard, and helping him every time he failed.

it was nice. 

cause and effect, a simple concept, so easy to understand. 

and if you can understand it, if you can understand the constant push and pull and tug of the universe’s will,

then you know it got bad. and it did. 

a lifeless body on the floor. so familiar. something they thought they had escaped by now. but you cannot escape fate. 

a pair of people that close is dangerous. with their situation. with how few people are left. with how willing they seem to protect each other, no matter the cost.

so it had to be done, the killer concludes, in the trial, much later.

and as the remainder of the two sobbed at their stand, body shaking with the weight of everything on their shoulders, the killer knew. 

she knew. 

everyone knew. 

they had killed two people that night.

[aphelioknight]

What your favorite Infinite Chase character says about you

Blythe Erezio

That person who gets good grades without trying

Has an emo playlist on spotify

Nervous™️

Vesta Campbell

You would leave me to die and I wouldn’t be surprised

Thinks they’re smarter/more interesting than they actually are

Elizabete Abers

You care about everyone

Most likely wlw

Loves sleepovers

Nikola Smith

He’s a big comfort character for you

Drinks respect women juice

Trusts easily

Deserved better

Kamiko Chiba

You still enjoy most of the things you liked as a child

Chronic daydreamer

Just wants a nap

Favorite movie is Matilda

Wants to be acknowledged for once

Chikako Ito

Too dumb to live

Luna Galaxy

Will hold a grudge for 10 years

Takes care of their friends while they’re high

Never leaves their room

Kazumi Himaru

“Numb” by linkin park

Releases bugs outside(if allowed outside)

Furry

Shuri Riku

Will shamelessly wear the same hoodie for weeks without washing

The worst straight person you know

K pop fan

Lily Gem

Pastels only

All clothes come from a thrift store

An idealist

Let their tomogatchi starve and hasn’t forgiven themselves

Jeremiah Woods

Gay and a bottom

Soft autumn colors

Just trying their best

Eichi Aonuma

Everyone hates him even though he did nothing wrong

Seriously, y’all sleeping on my man eichi wtf

Doesn’t understand memes

Reo Watanabe

You probably make fun of all your faves

Eating bread and crying on the floor

Probably has succulents

Takes 5 hour naps

A little slow to consider new things but never discards them without proper thought

Thinks they’re badass but they’re not

Yaku Kusuri

Horny

You have trauma

Can’t dress themselves but still looks better than you

Fuck the police

Looks like an asshole, actually a sweetheart

Eiko Tamura

Supportive of everything you love

Will hug you

Hikaru Rinura

“I promise, I’m not a bad guy”

A little uptight but very loyal once they warm up

Has a lot of weird stories from experiences that seem uncharacteristic for them

Can’t decide if they want the world to burn or for it to get better

Doesn’t want attention but needs it

Nika Elah

Needs love

Made a mistake and can’t stop thinking about it

Soft

Elliot Graham

Sleeps in a dennys

Secretly plays roblox

Can’t cook

Most likely better than you, especially in fashion

The Boilerman

Depressed and not well-dressed

sAss

Is done with everyone

The Blue Thing

You have clearly only seen the porn

What is wrong with you

[kinnie-chase]

can i get uhhhh ruru <> yaku hs moodboard? with themes of death nd spooky shit (yaku pubple blood, ruru olive, just btw) thats it, heh.

I hope this is good! If you want something different please let me know +:]

-Mod Eichi