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[apathetic-despair]

i was hoping i’d return to this blog, but

i just dont have the same energy for it. i feel like i cant focus on this blog without sprites i make myself and that takes so much work

i got some work done but realistically i think this will be an indefinite hiatas at best and leaving completely at worst

i’ll leave this blog up just in case

thank you all for sticking with me

[apathetic-despair]

i think it’s best to announce this now, but im going on a brief hiatus! i cant seem to get my inspiration up and i want to work on characterizing matsuda, so i’ll be gone for about a month.

when i come back, im hoping to have a surprise ready for you all :D

i’ll return to my threads when i return !

[apathetic-despair]

“Then keel over already.” Focus. This back and forth isn’t going anywhere. Because of that, he opted to keep searching. He pulled open the top drawer, not bothering to wedge it open this time.

Something about her was nagging him. He was certain something was strange. 

“Did Mikan bring you here to brag or some shit?“ It hadn’t been that long, had it? Unless his sense of time was warped, which wasn’t necessarily out of the question. It doesn’t seem likely that she was in the house when he got here, so did she just live extremely close by?

There was a knocking at the door. Matsuda was still going around for the Future Foundation, it seems. Will he ever get to rest...? -@apathetic-despair (hello! i hope you don't mind, i've admired you from the sidelines for awhile so! :3c)

“Aww, aren’t you happy to hear from me, Matsu-kun~?”

It took all of Mikan’s strength not to gag as she spoke into the voice modifier. Of course she would know her own Beloved’s speach patterns by heart. To her, she was simply writing dialogue for a character. But to make her so flirty with Matsuda…it made Mikan’s skin crawl.

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Taking Root (Promo)

The rustle of the wind wasn’t strong, this place didn’t look weak, yet the walls shuddered all the same. Paintings of various shapes and sizes littered the walls, each portrait had parts of the face missing. The eyes, nose, lips, ears, hands, no parts of any fictional portrait character was safe. The further you walked down the hall, the worse it became.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, the entrance-way was already open. Waiting for you. 

A cackle of childish laughter split the air. Joyous and carefree, yet sinister and inherently up to no good. “Nyahahahahaha!!!” 

Three figures occupied the large room. One, to the left, a mess of purple hair cloaking his face from clear view. His hands shook violently as he fiddled and mixed brightly colored elixirs together, their reactions causing puffs of smoke to cloud the air. To the right, this figure was clothed from head to toe. Jet black made up a majority of their outfit, being the turtleneck, gloves, and pants. A crimson colored jacket caught the eye, along with strands of green hair peeking out from the oval shaped hat they wore. A plague doctor mask covered any facial features, only their breathing gave any sign of this figure being alive or human. 

And in the middle of them both, stood the source of the delighted sound from earlier.

“Oh me, oh my! Not even Atua could’ve given us this sort of luck!” She surmised, flicking the thick substance off her paintbrush. Gifting her full attention, she smiled. “You don’t mind Angie and company cutting in for a promo real quick, would ya, would ya?”

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[apathetic-despair]

“Yeah?“ He sounded distracted, but did spare her a glance from across the room. ...Probably best to give the ‘disclaimer’ now, rather than risk being tracked down later.

“The first few times, it’ll feel best. It starts to become harder to get the same feeling, since it overloads the brain, causing the brain to respond by producing less dopamine overall, but should still be possible“

A promo fit for a Queen

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“I have a free day soon, so I’m fine there.“ ...She was probably talking more immediately than that. He still has more work to do, but,

“I don’t think I have any buildings after this one. I’ve overstayed my welcome by now, anyways“ If there was one, considering his abrasive entrance.

Matsuda knocked on the door, stepping back. "Hello, I'm here on behalf of the Future Foundation. Can I ask you some questions?" - @apathetic-despair (i hope you don't mind, i though this interaction would be interesting !)

She was in the kitchen when she heard the knocking. It wasn’t typically /usual/ for people to stop by, but it has happened a few times - usually it’s just people trying to sell stuff, though. Or break in and steal limbs.

So she approached casually, reaching her hand out for the doorknob, but froze when she heard the man’s voice. The fucking Future Foundation!? How the fuck did hey find her??? She thought she’d been doing an alright job with hiding from the officials, but apparently not. 

She had to think quickly. She thought about not answering - but the lights in the house were visibly on, so she couldn’t pull off not being home. Shakily, she put on one of her other voices and responded, though didn’t open the door. 

“Ohh? The Future Foundation? I don’t have much time to answer anything, I’m taking care of my sick sister…” It was probably a shitty lie but, eh, whatever works.

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[apathetic-despair]

“..Yo.“ Seeing Hajime, any Hajime, was a bit much to handle, considering what he did before-

Not now.

“Matsuda Yasuke. If you didn’t know, or your brain rotted away the knowledge, or some shit.“

Re-Promo

"Hello everyone, it's been a while hasn't it?" Hajime smiled. This moment was nostolgic for him. When was the last time he had done a promo? Definitely a long while ago. He missed this. "I'm glad to finally be able to see you all again." He opened his eyes, the smile never leaving his face.

"Oh, right, those who don't know me, I'm Hajime Hinata. It's great to meet you. I hope we can become friends; and if not, I'd appreciate a promo at least." He didn't seem to mind either way. He was just happy to be back.

//hello gamers mod here!! I'm really happy to finally be running this blog again. I really missed interacting with everyone and all the love tou have shown towards my hajime! i hope to continue to run this blog for a much longer time than I did before my break. Love you all! -Moddy Elijah ❤️

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[apathetic-despair]

“T’s no problem.” Matsuda sat there for a moment before continuing.

“So why the sudden need to clean this place up? You selling the place?” 

Event: Truth

It had been several days, but no one had been able to find Amai Saitou. His classwork had been completed a month in advance, but no one is sure they saw him turn it in. The last time anyone saw him, he was going to his dorm room, but that had to have been over a week ago.

((Feel free to participate whether tagged or not. Using this to elaborate on Amai's backstory and mental state. There will be triggering themes that I will put in the tags now and when they come up. Thank you for your time and patience.))

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[apathetic-despair]

Shit. When he turned it off, the resulting silence rang in his ears. Doing such a thing to a child-

He bit down on his hand as he moved the tapes back into their box. Uhn...

Event: Truth

It had been several days, but no one had been able to find Amai Saitou. His classwork had been completed a month in advance, but no one is sure they saw him turn it in. The last time anyone saw him, he was going to his dorm room, but that had to have been over a week ago.

((Feel free to participate whether tagged or not. Using this to elaborate on Amai's backstory and mental state. There will be triggering themes that I will put in the tags now and when they come up. Thank you for your time and patience.))

@theultimatemoralcompass @happy-thoughtsandreams @delusions-and-dreams @apathetic-despair @the-secrets-of-the-game

[apathetic-despair]

To say he hadn’t thought about changing her, about killing her would be a lie. But of all the possible things to do, that’s would be the stupidest and shortest lived one. He wasn’t ready yet. They still need-

Matsuda cut off his idle thinking in the bud, settling for the simple monotony of surgery.

The amygdala can be conditioned to set off the nucleus accumbens, forcing it to associate a flood of dopamine with despair. Less SFG reaction when...

It took a few seconds to recognize when he had finished the last stitch. There was almost a sense of finality, but he immediately set to work stopping the anesthetic and cleaning up.

A promo fit for a Queen

[apathetic-despair]

God. He gagged as he changed to the final tape. No matter how often I see this shit, I’ll never get used to it.

Event: Truth

It had been several days, but no one had been able to find Amai Saitou. His classwork had been completed a month in advance, but no one is sure they saw him turn it in. The last time anyone saw him, he was going to his dorm room, but that had to have been over a week ago.

((Feel free to participate whether tagged or not. Using this to elaborate on Amai's backstory and mental state. There will be triggering themes that I will put in the tags now and when they come up. Thank you for your time and patience.))

@theultimatemoralcompass @happy-thoughtsandreams @delusions-and-dreams @apathetic-despair @the-secrets-of-the-game

[apathetic-despair]

Well, okay. He couldn’t deny that the break was welcome, but by now, he was supposed to be figuring stuff out, wasn’t he?

Matsuda changed the tape to the middle red tape.

Event: Truth

It had been several days, but no one had been able to find Amai Saitou. His classwork had been completed a month in advance, but no one is sure they saw him turn it in. The last time anyone saw him, he was going to his dorm room, but that had to have been over a week ago.

((Feel free to participate whether tagged or not. Using this to elaborate on Amai's backstory and mental state. There will be triggering themes that I will put in the tags now and when they come up. Thank you for your time and patience.))

@theultimatemoralcompass @happy-thoughtsandreams @delusions-and-dreams @apathetic-despair @the-secrets-of-the-game

[apathetic-despair]

Only...? Poor choice of words if you’re going to fuck up your son.

He closed the notebook with a vague feeling of disgust. Already committed...

He put the earliest red tape into the vcr, pressing play.

Event: Truth

It had been several days, but no one had been able to find Amai Saitou. His classwork had been completed a month in advance, but no one is sure they saw him turn it in. The last time anyone saw him, he was going to his dorm room, but that had to have been over a week ago.

((Feel free to participate whether tagged or not. Using this to elaborate on Amai's backstory and mental state. There will be triggering themes that I will put in the tags now and when they come up. Thank you for your time and patience.))

@theultimatemoralcompass @happy-thoughtsandreams @delusions-and-dreams @apathetic-despair @the-secrets-of-the-game

[apathetic-despair]

“She was had a growth spurt, a little after the riots happened. At least, mine did.” He ended up with two very different looking pills, plopping them directly in his mouth. After he swallowed, he continued.

“Hallucination and anxiety meds. Sorry.” It wasn’t clear what he was apologizing for, exactly.

Matsuda knocked on the door, stepping back. "Hello, I'm here on behalf of the Future Foundation. Can I ask you some questions?" - @apathetic-despair (i hope you don't mind, i though this interaction would be interesting !)

She was in the kitchen when she heard the knocking. It wasn’t typically /usual/ for people to stop by, but it has happened a few times - usually it’s just people trying to sell stuff, though. Or break in and steal limbs.

So she approached casually, reaching her hand out for the doorknob, but froze when she heard the man’s voice. The fucking Future Foundation!? How the fuck did hey find her??? She thought she’d been doing an alright job with hiding from the officials, but apparently not. 

She had to think quickly. She thought about not answering - but the lights in the house were visibly on, so she couldn’t pull off not being home. Shakily, she put on one of her other voices and responded, though didn’t open the door. 

“Ohh? The Future Foundation? I don’t have much time to answer anything, I’m taking care of my sick sister…” It was probably a shitty lie but, eh, whatever works.

@apathetic-despair

[apathetic-despair]

It’s been awhile, but that’s fine. Just be careful.

He put the mask on her without a word. Setting up.... After a few seconds, he began counting down from 20. 

A promo fit for a Queen

[apathetic-despair]

He took out the red tapes and the journal for now.

Looking in the journal first, the rest can wait a second.

Event: Truth

It had been several days, but no one had been able to find Amai Saitou. His classwork had been completed a month in advance, but no one is sure they saw him turn it in. The last time anyone saw him, he was going to his dorm room, but that had to have been over a week ago.

((Feel free to participate whether tagged or not. Using this to elaborate on Amai's backstory and mental state. There will be triggering themes that I will put in the tags now and when they come up. Thank you for your time and patience.))

@theultimatemoralcompass @happy-thoughtsandreams @delusions-and-dreams @apathetic-despair @the-secrets-of-the-game

[apathetic-despair]

Family problems, huh. He returned the tape to it’s proper box.

If I’m getting this right, that man would be... 

He set to work opening up the dad box.

Event: Truth

It had been several days, but no one had been able to find Amai Saitou. His classwork had been completed a month in advance, but no one is sure they saw him turn it in. The last time anyone saw him, he was going to his dorm room, but that had to have been over a week ago.

((Feel free to participate whether tagged or not. Using this to elaborate on Amai's backstory and mental state. There will be triggering themes that I will put in the tags now and when they come up. Thank you for your time and patience.))

@theultimatemoralcompass @happy-thoughtsandreams @delusions-and-dreams @apathetic-despair @the-secrets-of-the-game