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Thank you!! I’d like to release it for free on Itch! I have the main plot figured out in regards to how you wind up in Nanba prison.

You play as a substitute guard filling in for the spot of Yamato (who has come down with a terrible cold. Boo-hoo 😭) and thus you must learn the ropes through your superiors. You get the job through a shady temp agency (that should definitely not have any connection to Nanba) as a last ditch attempt to remain employed through your terrible track record of incompetency no matter what the job, however you find yourself not thrown out on your first day (as crazy as that sounds) and shoulder to shoulder with Nanba’s magic escapist as he attempts to cause trouble through the entirety of building 13 and beyond, but he needs a bit of inside assistance for his current creative side project 😘

Cheers inmates!

Update update on Hitoshi’s sprite!

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Writing from June I’ve been anxious to post! Truthfully I have a small hoard of fanfics ive never posted anywhere. Just silly one shots with headcanons idk if anyone will care for!

Enjoy!

As research and technology continues to flourish nowadays many children’s symptoms are caught early and diagnosis is possible as early as toddlerhood.

With the twins both testing positive; Arthur struggles with the possibility of also having ADHD, despite the blatantly obvious red flags that are plastering themselves to his partners bedside.

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“And you’re certain that’s what it said??” Arthur repeats himself for the unmpteenth time as Francis enters their bedroom, hair dripping onto the carpet, The English man waves for him to hurry up and dry himself before he floods the floor, currently he was sat on the edge of this bed running a hand through his shaggy hair, desperate yet again for a cut. Francis eyes him, cocking a brow as he lifts the towel into his curls, flexing and releasing his fingers as to dry.

Finally Arthur huffs. “It’s fine, Alfred had just said the same thing….” Theres a long pause, a familiar quiet lilt of a gentile North American accent filtering through the cellphone speaker up to the other nation’s ear, he paddles on, Francis notes the irritation between England’s larger than life eyebrows. “Yes, yes as you’ve both said- we’re just about to retire for the night so I’ll have to have a think about it properly in the morning.” Another bout of concernation from the younger of the two twins and finally Arthur gives a goodnight, exchanges an I-love-you through the phone and places it on the nightstand, lifting the duvet to join the other.

“What on earth was that?” Francis snorts from behind him. “Mon ange, you two sounded on the precipice of a second revolution.”

He grumbles, patting the bed around him absently, “where-?” He starts, rolling his eyes and once again finds his phone his phone on the nightstand to read.

“Heh, that would be the least of my worries.” He sighs, momentarily buffering the conversation he’s dreaded Francis find out about. “At our last world meeting in November the boys caught me on their way out, said something about making appointments with their local psychologists to be tested for attention deficit disorders, both of which came back positive, in addition to low-needs autism spectrum disorder on the part of Alfred.” He rubbed his eyes under his glasses.

“Okay.” Francis says, taking the moment to process the information. “It’s become much easier to both test and diagnose in the coming years, Angelterre. I fail to see how this is of any concern when about half our familiars have some kind of accessibility need; physical or other.”

Arthur blinks. “I’m not saying it’s an issue, in retrospect if I had paid more attention to how he was when he was a tot I could have noticed those additional needs and provided them. Unfortunately now I do…”

He had opened the internet search bar on his phone and momentarily stared blank at the screen, racking his mind before he looked off, and came back a moment later, fingers taping the screen.

Francis lays his chin on his hand, waited, and when Arthur did not continue, he smiled, beginning to see the bigger picture even if the other’s thoughts went on without him.

He moves his other hand to Arthur’s cheek and moved his face back to look at him. “So the twins are thinking you too should be assessed, hmm?”

Arthur blinked regaining his train of thought. “Yes, exactly. But I think it’s bogus, I’ve made it thus far without the diagnosis and to add this - should I have it - would only be adding to an already ridiculous pile of disorders I have to this name.”

“Arthur, trésor, I have heard you host full conversations by lonesome, your spare bedroom hosts a magnitude of junk and collectables from your ‘car-boot’ sales, you’ve lost you’re car keys and reading glasses on yourself a multitude of times and have thrice before filled three mugs of tea for yourself before you sit to watch the same documentary about- what was it this century? Chernobyl nuclear meltdown? Before sitting for hours unmoving, and yet if you are met with the gruelling task of house hold chores it sometimes tortures you for a month when I am gone abroad and am not here to bitch you off the chesterfield.” He huffs a laugh. “Would it truly be out of the realm of possibility?- they had to have gotten it from somewhere.”

Arthur was just about to begin a retort when Francis pointed at his screen. “And you’ve made your way to EBay yet again.” He tuts, planting a strong kiss to Arthur’s cheek before laying down, melting into his pillow.

Arthur grumbles. “Fuck off.”

A lack of retort means the French man had won, despite the next few words exchanged.

“It wasn’t the reactor I have been interested in, it was the dogs.”

Francis laughs, he pulls the phone from his hands, initiating a futile fight between the exhausted English man. He dragged him back down with him, pleased with his lack of resistance.

“It wouldn’t hurt to bring it up to your therapist, cherie.”

“I should google the symptoms first,” Arthur yawns. “Just to be safe.”

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Shoutout to my fridge, birds, the humming sound in my ear and the motor for my fishes air pump for being the worst misophonia contributors in the clerb.

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STOP SAYING THE N/WORD I JUST WANNA HEAR A FRIGHTENING SOUTHERN STORY I KEEP FORGETTING THAT WAS NORMAL TO WRITE AHH

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Update update on Hitoshi’s sprite!

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Work shopping the name but here’s choices for Yn!

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If I made a visual novel for Nanbaka what characters would you want to see? 👀

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I am not relating to the chat options with Gaia because I have the same fucking accent and live in Newfoundland and omggggggg this is the coolest fucking thing ever. (Gaia was the reason I wanted the game to begin with!!!!)

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Guys he’s tapping on the glass of our enclosure 😱

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GATHER NANBAKA FANDOM (Do we have a name? Like?) IVE ALSO REALIZED HOWMANY MORE PEOPLE THERE ARE ON HERE YIPPIE!!!

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I forgot to post this but this was basically them during the building 5 arc right?

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*epic rap battle of history voice* Burn victim VS British MAANNNN, BEGIN!!

Musashi doesn’t even have a consistent scar cus I’m tired but idc, I think it’s funny

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Hey that ending was shit- au time 🤪

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Been rlly busy with artfight stuff, new artfight pfp of my boy Vlad 🤪

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STop bullying Pop-pop!!

I had a moment with China last weekend ❄️ then my power went out cus a transformer blew up down my road 🤭

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They get their freckles from Uncle N.Ireland for sure.

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Oh Sweet Wednesday Child (Part 1 - 2/2)

I love forcing Hajime to be a good father figure to Jube Jube ❤️

Oh Sweet Wednesday Child (Part 1 - 1/2)

I spent my entire Saturday’s dose of adhd meds on this lmao