#unbounded

[imaginal-ai]

"Resurrection"

[doubtscomein]

doodled @unbounded-city-sekai 's ocs !!! sooo sorry that hinata got a lil cut off, my new sketchbook is small and im not used to drawing small 😭😭 i hope u like them tho !!

[unbounded-city-sekai]

PROLOUGE; OPENING

Quiet.

Mikane wished his life stayed silent. But the silence never lasted.

Even from upstairs he can hear their voices, sharp, heated, slicing through the walls like a sword. His chest tightened. He sat up, rubbing his arms as if trying to rub away the chill he felt in his bones. He knew he should stay in bed. He didn't need to hear it.

His feet were already moving towards the door.

Stepping outside, he crept towards the staircase, pressing himself against the wall as he peered down into the living room. His parents were there, standing before each other, spouting out words they’ll never take back.

"You think just throwing money at him is enough? He needs a father, not just some paycheck!" His mother's voice trembled with exhaustion. His father scoffed. "And what do you suggest? That I drop everything and sit around waiting for him to talk? He has everything a kid could ask for!"

"Except parents who actually listen!" Mikane's hand tightened around the railing. "Oh, right. Because listening to every little mood swing is going to fix things." His father scoffs. He’ll get over it—he just needs to toughen up."

Mikane’s stomach twisted, bile creeping up his throat.

"Is that how you see him?" His mother asksz voice cracking. "A problem that’ll fix itself?!"

A beat. Then-

"He’ll learn." Cold. Dismissive. "Life isn’t kind, and he needs to figure that out sooner rather than later." His father retorts coldly. Mikane swallowed. He didn’t want to hear anymore.

Turning away, he walked back to his room, legs felt like they were made of lead, his mind dizzy. He helped himself into his bed, grappling his phone, looking for something- anything- that could pull him out of his own head. But the words clung to him, like ink stains that couldn't be washed off.

With a shaky breath, he pulled the blanket over his head and gripped his jellyfish plushie like it was the only thing keeping him from unraveling.

'Maybe I am just being dramatic.'

The thought settled in his chest, nestling itself in his heart.

'Maybe no one should care.'

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[11 YEARS LATER]

HYP3R: <<Nakakaba-pagbagab->>

Amane: <<Oh for fuck's sake, you're saying it completely wrong!!>>

HYP3R: <<SHUT UP I'M TRYING, ALRIGHT? WHY IS IT SO HARD TO PRONOUNCE??>>

uvfaithXP: <<Most Tagalog words are like that, I think.>>

Mikane continued his writing, ignoring the argument of his band mates in the Nightcord call. They've been at it for some time now... he wasn't even sure what started it. 'Something about pronunciation...?' He stifled a yawn, stretching his fingers before refocusing on the lyrics he's working on. His vision blurred for a moment, exhaustion settling in.

Maybe he should take a break. Just a short nap.

Slipping off his headphones, he glanced at his jelly-fish themed clock on his bedside. 'Midnight already...?' He sighed, leaning back his chair, stretching again. But before he could get up, his phone lit up on his desk.

Mikane frowned. He opened and checked the notifications. '...huh, no new messages, that's weird.' He picked it up, thumb swiping through notifications. No new messages. Nothing unusual. Just the usual flood of alerts—missed messages, app updates, random promotions—until his scrolling stopped.

One notification stood out.

One downloaded file.

Mikane blinked. '...weird. I didn't download anything.'

His gaze settled on the file name.

[UNTITLED]

He blinks at it and pressed it without thinking.

The phone lights up almost immediately, blinding him. "Shit-!"

[???]

His head ached. Mikane tried to recall what happened, but his mind was blank. He opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a brightly lit metropolis, standing in a bustling town square. His heart raced, his chest too tight.

It hurts.

"Uwah?! Hello, Till☆¡" A chirpy, robotic voice called out behind him. He whipped around to be met with a teal haired, pigtailed girl. Her eyes shimmered with mismatched colors- teal and purple- and her skin was... different patches of color. One was pink, another purple, blue, and so on... wait.

"H-Hatsune Miku?!" Mikane gasped. "Wait, isn't Miku a virtual singer? So this isn't real.... isn't it?" Miku giggled. "Don't worry, you can check☆" she says, holding out her hand. Hesitantly, he reached out and shook it.

...she was real.

"Oy, Miku, wait! That's not very sigma of you, you know!" A breathless voice called out. A blue-haired man skidded to a stop beside Miku, hands on his knees. Mikane stared at him with disbelief. "...KAITO?" KAITO looked up, grinning. "Yo." Mikane's face twisted in judgement. "What the fuck was that slang." "We're getting off topic here!" Miku huffed, putting her hands on her hips.

Mikane blinks and rubs his eyes. "..is this a dream? Why am I talking to Miku and KAITO?" "Nope. Not in the slightest." KAITO replies, sounding way too smug. "Then... schizophrenia?" KAITO reeled back in shock. "Woah, let's not to that conclusion so fast-!" Miku interrupts KAITO excitedly. "You can talk to us because this is your Sekai☆¡" She says, beaming at him.

Mikane stares at her in confusion. "...please elaborate." KAITO clears his throat. "This is a place born from your feelings. And we're here to help you find your real feelings! So they can give birth to new songs!" Mikane stared blankly. "... yeah. that clears up absolutely nothing." Mikane said, frowning. KAITO looked personally attacked. Miku pats his shoulder reassuringly, saying, "Don't worry, he'll get it sooner or later!"

"True feelings? I have no idea what you're talking about at all..." Mikane sighs, head spinning. Kaito just shrugs. "Eh, it seems you still remember those feelings, so its ok! Good fucking job!!" Mikane flinched. "...you mean... my dream of getting away from reality?" Miku shrugs. "I dunno~ but make sure to hold on to whatever that feeling is ☆ Everyone else is on the verge of forgetting theirs! Shame..."

"Except Minori. You two fuckers are the only ones who remember, and that's good!" KAITO declared, as if he had anything to do with it. "Minori? Others? I need you to clarify what you just said because I did not understand any of it. Your explanation was unclear to me, and I couldn't follow along with your thoughts or the points you were trying to make." Mikane says.

Miku struggles to take that in for a moment. "Did you have to make it wordy?!" A furious shout echoed in the air. "Hey! Get back here!" KAITO paled. "Oh damn, she's about to catch up to us! Gotta go, tata alpha!" Miku stares at him for a while, before shaking head. "..I'm speechless." Her pigtails suddenly stretched and wrapped around a streetlight. In one swift motion, she swung herself into the air, bouncing off buildings like a pendulum. KAITO scrambled after her.

"H-hold on, wait-!" Mikane exclaims, reaching out, but they were already gone. And he fell asleep again.

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[MIKANE'S ROOM]

HYP3R: <<...Till?! Yoo hoo, you still with us?!>>

Mikane stirred, head heavy. 'Ah, I fell asleep..?' His fingers twitched as he rubbed his temple. His vision swam for a moment before steadying. '...that was a weird dream. Although... I can't say I remember much about it...'

He shook it off and puts his headphones back on.

Till: <<Yeah I'm up, what?>>

uvfaithXP: <<Till, Amane was asking you if you could pronounce nakakabagpagabag.>>

Amane: <<You're pronouncing it wrong too, damn it!!>>

Mikane inhaled through his nose. "...Nakakapagpabagabag."

HYP3R: <<DAMN IT! HE CAN!!>>

Amane: <<Good. Guess you're not that incompetent, then.>>

HYP3R: <<Was that an insult targeted to me?!>>

uvfaithXP: <<Maybe we should go to bed. Till's already tired. Let's just continue this tomorrow. Good night.>>

HYP3R: <<Alright, bye bye, good night!>>

The call ended with a click. Silence settled into the room.

Mikane lets out a breath, stretching his arms before shutting down his laptop. The room dimmed, leaving his room in a state of near darkness. He felt tired, but his mind won't shut up.

Maybe he should get some sleep.

Yeah. That sounded nice.

He stares at the ceiling, expression blank. His eyelids felt heavy, the weight of tomorrow pressing down on him. A bitter thought slipped to his mind before he could even stop it.

'I wish I could sleep forever.'

[motheline]

Lil pixel Calli! Hypothetical take on an overworld sprite

Character belongs to @edmaiunbound-blog again

[briaberri]

“There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.”

— Zora Neale Hurston

Fantasy has always been on of my favorite genres -- the expansive, unlimited possibilities, a wealth of real world seeds to inspire magic, the infinite colors of scale, scope, and scene. Literally, playground for dreamy, wandering imaginations.

Even so, I had to learn to freely embrace what I really 'saw' when I was read stories, what my own mind envisioned, self-immersing in the wonderscape that books really just serve to inspire. The hesitancy came from the countless messages and corrections, questions, and criticisms I heard received about where, how, and why my imagination was should unleash because I didn't look much like the usual protagonists.

The irony being obvious -- that schema is pure point opposite the genre.

The world of romantafantasy is so gloriously vast now. No limits on references, representations, and gods blessed published and fanfic writers. Somewhere along the quest I landed in that garden soft bed of luxury, and it was a whole wrap. All the inspirations living rent free in my mind while reading anything that wasn't 'coded' for audiences who were not European, thin, hetero -- well, they're quite beautiful in flight. My Prythian imagination is a sprawling symphony of cultures, colors, and kinds.

We make the space for our natures, and relish in their worlds, freely. Dreamers don't take permission, because Feyre Darling, you bow to nothing and no one but your crown.

A minor manifesto I guess @>- ^_^ <3

[kaybee444]

And even that can be retrained and overcome

[thethirdbear]

[effinbirds]

Statement on Unbound

June 6th, 2025

Unbound, my former UK publisher, owe me a lot of money.

What’s worse, though, is that during their collapse, it came to light that they were underreporting my sales and shorting my royalty payments.

So, I haven’t been paid for the last 18 months of book sales, and when they were paying me, they were underpaying by a lot. It was gutting to hear that my second book had flopped in the US, selling under 1000 copies. Two years later I found out that it actually sold over 10,000 copies and the reason that it was selling no new copies week to week was because there were no copies left to sell.

John Mitchison, Unbound’s publisher, posted a heartfelt apology yesterday, announcing that he was stepping away from the business because authors are not getting their money. I feel a lot of empathy for John, because he, too, lost his dream to Unbound’s financial mismanagement. But the act of destroying a creative person’s confidence to hide the company’s monetary losses is unforgivable.

It took me two years to get over the feeling of rejection that came from a book that, it turned out, was successful and should have had a second printing.

That fucking sucks.

p.s. go ahead and buy my books at your local bookstore. It's impossible to know which copies I got paid properly for and which ones I didn't, so don't penalize your local shop. And if you're feeling extra generous, come see me at an in-person event or grab something fun from my Threadless store.

[juggermelon]

Made an Unbound Hoopa OC a while back! His name is Amaro ✨ (featuring a sketch by shenaniwhagons)

[atomicwrongs]

Doodlin. Shiny buneary is one of my dreamies and I've never successfully hunted it :/

[unbounded-city-sekai]

EPISODE 2: 10,000 Plays, 10,000 Dreams

[ONE YEAR LATER]

[HYP3R'S BITCHES – LATE EVENING]

HYP3R: <<GAYSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! WAKE UP. WAKE UP. WAKE UP.>>

uvfaithXP: <<…It’s 2 AM. What.>>

Amane: <<What the fuck do you want, hyper gremlin?>>

Till: <<It better be important. You just interrupted my chicken dreams.>>

HYP3R: <<LISTEN!! OUR SONG HIT **10,000 PLAYS**. WE’RE FAMOUS NOW!!!>>

uvfaithXP: <<10,000? …Wait, are you serious?>>

Till: <<HOLD ON HOLD ON I’M SCREAMING AHHHHHHHHH—>>

Till sent a gif: a chicken running in circles.

Amane: <<…10k isn’t that big. Chill.>>

HYP3R: <<Amane, stop being a buzzkill. This is a BIG DEAL!!!>>

HYP3R: <<We’re basically celebrities now. Should I prepare an autograph template?>>

uvfaithXP: <<I vote no.>>

Till: <<I’m down. Make mine like a chicken.>>

Amane: <<You guys are idiots.>>

HYP3R: <<…But you’re happy, right, Amane? Admit it.>>

Amane: <<Tch. It’s cool, I guess.>>

Amane sent a sticker: a shrugging pastel skeleton.

uvfaithXP: <<(Translation: She’s proud of us.)>>

Till: <<Exactly. LET’S GO!!!>>

<<Till sent a voice clip: someone playing a loud, chaotic electric guitar riff.>>

HYP3R: <<LMAO STOP—MY EARS.>>

uvfaithXP: <<…Your guitar’s out of tune.>>

Till: <<It’s called style, Faith. Look it up.>>

Amane: <<Style? That sounded like you strangled the damn thing.>>

HYP3R: <<OKAY, BUT SERIOUSLY—what’s next? What do we do? We’re gonna blow up at this rate.>>

uvfaithXP: <<Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’re still nobodies.>>

HYP3R: <<Speak for yourself. I’m already planning my mansion.>>

Till: <<Room for a chicken coop?>>

HYP3R: <<DUH.>>

Amane: <<I’ll take the basement.>>

HYP3R: <<Why the basement??>>

Amane: <<Less people.>>

uvfaithXP: <<…Reasonable.>>

Till: <<Basement dweller vibes. Love it.>>

Amane: <<I will kidnap people>>

HYP3R: <<EXCUSE ME???>>

uvfaithXP: <<…I’m calling the police.>>

Amane: <<They’ll never find me>>

HYP3R: <<Amane's villain arc starts now. Basement Dungeon Master.>>

Amane: <<Shut up before you’re first.>>

HYP3R: <<HELP, SHE’S SERIOUS—>>

uvfaithXP: <<RIP HYP3R>>

HYP3R: <<BETRAYED BY MY OWN BANDMATES.>>

Till: <<I’ll write a song about you, don’t worry.>>

Till: <<Okay, okay—real talk. 10k is cool, but we’re not stopping here, right?>>

HYP3R: <<OBVIOUSLY NOT. UNBOUNDED TO THE TOP!!!>>

uvfaithXP: <<…Unbounded to the top, huh.>>

Till: <<I like the sound of that.>>

Amane: <<…Yeah. Let’s keep going.>>

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The classroom at Miyamasuzaka Girls' Academy was pristine and orderly, sunlight filtering through tall windows. Students sat quietly at their desks, heads down, their uniforms crisp and proper. In the back row, Hinata sat perfectly still, their posture flawless and expression unreadable. It was a role they played well—one they’d perfected over years.

“Hinata, could you read the passage aloud?” the teacher asked, drawing the class’s attention to them. Hinata rose without hesitation, their voice clear and composed as they read. A hush fell over the room, the quiet whispers of admiration from classmates barely reaching their ears.

“Hinata-san’s so perfect, isn’t she?” one student whispered.

“I wish I could be that graceful…” another added softly.

Hinata tuned them out, keeping their mask intact. But as they sat down again, the thought gnawed at them: 'If only they knew.'

---

When lunchtime arrived, Hinata sat at their desk, their lunch spread out in front of them. Some classmates smiled politely as they passed by, throwing out invites to study groups or after-school plans. “I’ll think about it,” Hinata replied softly, their smile practiced and distant. Once they were alone again, the smile dropped as quickly as it came.

Beneath the desk, Hinata opened their phone, swiping quickly to Nightcord. A wave of chaos hit instantly.

HYP3R: <<TILL. AMANE. I FOUND A CHICKEN HAT ONLINE. BUYING IT RN.>>

Till: <<CHICKEN HAT???? I NEED IT. SEND LINK.>>

Amane: <<You guys are actual children.>>

Hinata’s lips twitched faintly, the closest thing to a real smile all day.

uvfaithXP: <<...What did I just come back to.>>

HYP3R: <<FAITHHHHHH! WE’RE GETTING CHICKEN MERCH. JOIN US.>>

Till: <<Live a little, Faith. You’d look great in a chicken hat.>>

Amane: <<Let’s kidnap Faith and force it on them in my basement.>>

uvfaithXP: <<You’ll regret that.>>

The playful banter buzzed in their hands, a stark contrast to the silence of the classroom around them. Hinata closed the app and leaned back in their chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. Their mind wandered, the two worlds they lived in pressing heavily on their chest. 'In real life, I’m untouchable. Perfect. But online…' They exhaled slowly, the weight lingering.

'How long can I keep this up?'

Outside, laughter and chatter from their classmates filled the air, but Hinata just sat there—body here, soul somewhere else.

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Mikane taps the pen against his lip, staring at the half-finished page in front of him. The words blur together, none of them sounding right. He mutters under his breath, frustration clear in his voice.

“Why can’t I write anything decent?”

He drags his hands down his face before tossing the notebook onto the floor, where it lands among others just like it. His eyes drift toward his guitar in the corner. Picking it up, he settles on the edge of his bed and strums a few rough chords, the sound heavy and discordant.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling him out of his thoughts. He reaches for it lazily, unlocking the screen to see the Nightcord notifications lighting up.

---

[UNBOUNDED HQ - HY3PER'S BITCHES]

HYP3R: <<BREAKING NEWS: I just bought Till a chicken hat. It’s happening.>>

Till: <<HYPER YOU DID WHAT—???>>

Till: <<WAIT NEVER MIND I LOVE YOU.>>

Amane: <<What is wrong with the both of you.>>

Mikane can’t help but chuckle, the sound soft and quiet. He types with one hand, his guitar still resting on his lap.

Till: <<Ankoku’s just jealous of the chicken drip.>>

Amane: <<I’m jealous of my peace and sanity, which you two keep destroying.>>

HYP3R: <<Don’t lie, Ankoku. You WANT the chicken hat.>>

Amane: <<I’m leaving this chat.>>

uvfaithXP: <<You always say that and yet here you are.>>

Amane: <<…Shut the fuck up.>>

---

Mikane puts his phone down, a small smile lingering on his face as the banter plays on in his mind. He absentmindedly strums the guitar again, softer this time. For a moment, it’s enough.

But then his thoughts drift back to the notebook on the floor. His smile fades.

"I’m holding them back, aren’t I? Everyone’s so… good. And I can’t even finish a single song.”

Mikane stares down at the guitar in his hands, the weight of his self-doubt pressing into his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut, clutching the neck of the instrument.

“Come on, Mikane. Just try again. You have to make something.” he mutters to himself, voice wavering. He starts to play—slowly, shakily. A simple melody emerges, a flicker of something raw and beautiful hiding beneath the imperfections.

Here Mikane Shirogane was, alone in the soft light of the room, the sound of his guitar filling the silence. Maybe he'd get this right.

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Ankoku is in a small, dimly lit bedroom in the Philippines. The soft hum of a fan fills the quiet space, and pastel-colored clothes are strewn across the bed. A single laptop glows on a cluttered desk, illuminating Ankoku's sharp, tired eyes. Her light blue hair is pulled into a messy ponytail as she scrolls through the Nightcord chatroom.

---

Ankoku leans back in her chair, headphones around her neck. Her real-life demeanor—cold and distant—contrasts sharply with the chaos of her online world.

[UNBOUNDED HQ - HY3PER'S BITCHES]

HYP3R: <<GUYS, GUYS—I JUST THOUGHT OF A NEW SONG TITLE: ‘CHICKENS IN SPACE.'>>

uvfaithXP: <<…I refuse to be part of this tomfoolery.>>

Amane: <<bro rlly said 'tomfoolery'>>

Till: <<CHICKENS IN SPACE. I’M SO IN.>>

Amane: <<I swear to god, if you two keep saying ‘chicken’ one more time—>>

HYP3R: <<CHICKEN.>>

Till: <<CHICKEN.>>

Ankoku snorts before she can stop herself, a rare, unguarded laugh escaping into the room. She pauses, glancing toward the door as if checking to make sure no one heard her. When silence greets her, she relaxes, typing quickly into the chat.

Ankoku: <<You’re all unbearable. I’m blocking you.>>

HYP3R: <<You love us. Admit it.>>

Amane: <<…I’m kidnapping you first, Hyper.>>

Till: <<IT BEGINS>>

HYP3R: <<NOOOOOO>>

---

Ankoku leans back with a soft sigh, the glow of the laptop screen washing over her face. For a few fleeting moments, she feels weightless—free to laugh, to joke, to exist without judgment. *Here, I can just be Amane,* she thinks.

The sound of her phone buzzing on her bed breaks the spell. She stiffens instantly. Ankoku snatches the phone, checking the screen—her older sister’s name glares back at her. Her relaxed expression hardens as she picks up the call.

Sister: <<Ankoku, san ka? Tutulungan mo dapat si Ma a?>>

[Ankoku, where are you? You were supposed to help mom today.]

Ankoku clenches her jaw.

Ankoku: <<Papunta na, wag ka na mangyamot>>

[I’ll be there in a minute. Stop nagging.]

Sister: <<Lagi ka nalang nasa kwarto. Ano ba ginagawa mo?>>

[You’re always locked in that room. What are you even doing all day?]

Ankoku's grip on the phone tightens.

Ankoku: <<di mo issue>>

[It’s none of your business.]

Sister: <<Bahala ka dyan. Basta tandaan mo, may pamilya ka.>>

[Whatever. Just don’t forget you have a family out here.]

The messaging ends. Ankoku throws her phone onto the bed, her hands balling into fists. For a moment, she just sits there, staring blankly at her desk. The weight of reality settles over her like a blanket she can’t shake off. 'Why can’t they just leave me alone?'

Her gaze drifts back to the laptop. Nightcord’s chatroom is still alive with notifications. She clicks back in, her blunt humor resurfacing in her messages.

Amane: <<Hyper, I’m serious. I’m coming for you first.>>

HYP3R: <<I’M LOCKING MY DOOR—AMANE, NOOO.>>

Till: <<Take me instead. I accept my fate.>>

Ankoku smirks faintly, tension easing off her shoulders. This—this was her escape. Here, no one dies because of me. No one expects me to be perfect. She types one last message before leaning back again.

Amane: <<…You’re all idiots.>>

But the faintest trace of a smile lingers on her lips as the laptop screen fades to black.

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Isamu sits cross-legged on the couch, her phone balanced on one knee and a laptop sprawled open in front of her. The familiar chaos of Nightcord flashes across the screen as she quickly types with one hand while juggling three different tasks.

---

[HYP3R'S BITCHES – LATE EVENING]

HYP3R: <<OKAY PEOPLE. I just made a social post for Unbounded. I included the chicken hats, you’re welcome.>>

Till: <<YOU DID WHAT? I LOVE YOU.>>

Ankoku: <<Please tell me you didn’t.>>

HYP3R: <<I ABSOLUTELY DID. Marketing genius.>>

uvfaithXP: <<Hyper’s going to get us canceled one day.>>

Amane: <<Bold of you to assume we’re not already.>>

The messages fly back and forth, and for a moment, Isamu laughs. A real, honest laugh that fills the room. She takes a quick screenshot of the chaos and uploads it to Unbounded’s socials with a cheeky caption: “Just a typical band meeting.”

“Perfect,” she mutters to herself, grinning as she scrolls through the replies. Likes and comments pour in instantly—fans loving the energy, the humor, the chaos. “They love us. They really love us!”

But the phone suddenly slips from her knee, crashing to the floor. The noise jolts her, and her grin falters. Isamu quickly snatches it up, checking for cracks. Her hands are trembling.

She swallows hard, staring at the screen. The likes, the notifications, the chaos of the Nightcord chat—it all blurs together. Her heartbeat pounds louder in her ears. *Don’t slip. Don’t let them see.*

Her laptop pings with an email. She glances at the notification bar: a message from school.

---

“Dear Ms. Kazuki,

We’ve noticed a decline in your grades this semester. If this continues, we’ll need to schedule a meeting with your parents to discuss your academic progress.”

---

Isamu stares blankly at the message. The room suddenly feels too bright, too quiet. Her grin is completely gone now, replaced with a tight, strained expression.

She forces herself to type back into Nightcord.

HYP3R: <<Okay team, gonna disappear for a bit. BRB.>>

Till: <<BRB? Hyper? Illegal.>>

uvfaithXP: <<omg she's touching grass>>

Amane: <<who are you and what did you do to hyper isth i qoll jidnap you and pur you in ky hasemenf>>

Till: <<i had a stroke readkng that sentence>>

Isamu doesn’t respond. She shuts the laptop and presses the power button on her phone until the screen goes dark. The silence that follows is deafening.

She leans back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. “What am I doing?” she whispers to herself, her voice cracking.

---

The sound of the washing machine stopping breaks the quiet. Footsteps approach—her dad’s voice calls from the kitchen. “Isamu! Did you finish your homework?”

Isamu wipes at her face quickly and forces her usual cheery voice. “Yeah, Dad! Totally done!”

“Good. Don’t spend all day on the internet, okay?”

“Okay!” she chirps back, the words tasting bitter in her mouth.

As the footsteps retreat, Isamu hugs her knees to her chest, burying her face. *I’m fine. I’m fine. They don’t need to know. I’ll figure it out.*

But the pounding in her chest doesn’t stop. And probably won't anytime soon.

[unbounded-city-sekai]

With Mikane? Absolutely that boy is malnutritioned I could beat him in a fist fight

With Isamu...? Probs mo she almost killed someone

With Hinata? I would but she'd side eye me the entire time

Ankoku already beat up someone so I'm probably doomed with her

[aropride]

sometimes i forget most aro people are aro in the "dont/rarely feel romantic attraction" way because im aro in the "dont/rarely feel romantic attraction and also i think we need to restructure society and probably get rid of marriage" way and i'm deep in the trenches of Thinking about it that i forget that's not like the default position for most people not even for most aros

[chyyldofdasun]

Artemis Unbound

[w9kong]

Piccolo in Dragon Ball Z: Bojack Unbound (1993)

[finrays]

Love all the random shit he pulls out of his box here. I can just imagine him packing in Juuyoku like “Will I need my octopus for this one? I might. I’ll put it in just in case.”