#bandit writes fic

[aparticularbandit]

@wizisbored - your witch hood words from, like, nearly a month ago!

“Nettle!  Nettle!”

You wake up to your baby sister calling out your name.  It’s early in the morning – too early, in your estimation, because as you roll over in your bed and peer out the window, you can see the sky only just starting to lighten.  It isn’t even blue yet, hasn’t even started to paint itself those roses and lavenders; it’s that eerie grey lukewarm sort of color that looks like all of those tunics and hoods that people in the village have been wearing for so many years that the real color has been sucked out of them and left with this grey.

Not even the good kind of grey either.

[aparticularbandit]

@nonbinary-octopus - I put words into [redacted], and here are your additional words from witch hood fic!

“However.”

“However?” you repeat, uncertain. A thin thrill of worry creeps up your spine.  Maybe Fay’s still upset, even though she said you weren’t at fault.  Maybe Fay’s still going to punish you, even though you weren’t at fault.  Maybe you should still be worried, even though Fay said you shouldn’t.

You didn’t know it then, but you know it now – how easy it is for your mind to turn towards panic instead of the fact you know.  Fay would never hurt you.  It’s a reassurance, and it only reinforces that there’s something to fear here.

[aparticularbandit]

@twyrewolf - i made some progress on [redacted], and here are your additional words from witch hood fic!

At your words, a smile spreads across Fay’s lips – one that other people might call smug, but you wouldn’t.  Her brows raise.  But she doesn’t ask, and you love her more because she doesn’t.  (Maybe that’s the entire point.)  “That won’t be too hard.  Would you like to understand the other bears in the village, too?  Or just Goldie?”

[aparticularbandit]

@tamsinswriting - your words from monaca towa fic!

The closer Monaca gets to the cabins, the more she smells something fishy cooking.  Her stomach rumbles even harder, and that – combined with the bright sun and the lack of real rest – sets her into a foul mood.  She storms towards the scent of grilled fish, and on seeing Servant in front of a grill, she barks out, “You! Forgot! To! Invite! Monaca!”

(It’s easier to be mad than it is to be afraid.  The fear is still there, curled around her heart, but she can ignore it as long as she’s yelling at someone.)

[aparticularbandit]

for 11/13/24

@twyrewolf - your words from junko in ddlc!

Junko barely wakes up in the morning, rubbing her hands with a clenched fist, before Sayori bursts in her front door.  She doesn’t have time to question whether she slept at all or if the game just jumped from one scene directly into the next; she yawns and steps from the bed where Yuri left her – fortunate of the game to not wake her in the bed that she wasn’t in – and waits.  Sayori won’t know she’s in here.  She’ll think she’s in the other bedroom, the one that’s meant to be hers.  Then again, so are her clothes, and if the game is going to force her to play it no matter whether she wants that or not, she’d like to be doing it in….

Well, they aren’t her own clothes because she didn’t really choose them, but given that none of the clothes in the game are, she might as well call them that.

Unless she wants to be petty.

(Junko often wants to be petty.)

[aparticularbandit]

for 11/6/24

@zyrafowe-sny - made progress on the oafc second write, and here are the new words!

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

….

What is this?

Is this…you mean, like, my memories?

I mean, sure, who else’s would they be?

Oh, I might remember Yasuke!

YES | NO

[aparticularbandit]

for 10/30

@wizisbored - your words from dr haruhi crossover!

The summer progresses as expected.

Junko just isn’t there half the time, which pisses Haruhi off to no end, and when she is there, she’s got her boyfriend with her, which isn’t much better.  It doesn’t take up her whole mind, and it’s not the only thing she’s thinking about, because she isn’t thinking about it at all, thank you very much, but it’s noticeable.  Every time Junko isn’t there, she’s off.  Every time Yasuke is there, she’s mad.

It’s supposed to be the best summer ever – it’s the only summer they’ll have as first years, and they should be making the most of it!

But it sucks.

[aparticularbandit]

for 10/9/24

@somefishycat - finished DR Femslash, and here are your additional witch hood fic words!

You slip through the other people in the village like maybe they don’t even see you.  Not like a ghost, because ghosts can move through people instead of around them, and you still have a physical, corporeal form and still have to go around people.  You’ve knocked into a couple of people as you walk with your head hanging down, but they don’t seem to notice.

To be fair, they don’t notice you most of the time.  There are other kids in the village who are about your age, kids who you vaguely remember befriending when you were younger, but as you started spending time with Fay, your time with them had changed.  They'd forgotten you, maybe.  Funny how you’d never noticed before.

[aparticularbandit]

@auburnlaughter - your words for hope 1! i struggle with this one, tbh, but i've been meaning to start it for. months. ><

the pinnacle.  not the final, but the pinnacle.  made to resemble You.

it isn’t the last moment to change Your mind.  You can change it at any moment, wipe it all away with the same words You used to create it, forcing something into nothing the same way You drew something from nothing, melting the whole of this clay pot before it has even finished forming.

but You already have the story in mind.

[aparticularbandit]

@somefishycat - your words from witch hood fic! a month late!

...potentially with some changes from original ages/etc. because. have been thinking and brainstorming about how to...stuff.

There’s a lot you don’t know about taking care of a child.  Maybe you would have picked some of it up if your papa or his wife let you spend much time with your baby sister while she was growing, but they hadn’t.  You hadn’t seen much of what they’d done with her, and so you have no base to tell you what to do with her.

[aparticularbandit]

for 10/02/24

@kallisto-k - made progress on DR Femslash, and here are your additional words from Tamers post-canon!

They sit through a horrible movie, but that’s the only kind of movie Jeri can actually watch anymore.  Dramas remind her of the threat she caused, romances tend to end horribly (or make fun of everything, which isn’t her style), horror is the same as drama but worse – and in everything, there is so much tension that she feels herself winding like a spring but shoved into a box – a Jack ready to pop out when the crank goes just too far.

Horrible movies may be horrible, but they’re relaxing.  There’s no tension when she already knows what’s going to happen (or doesn’t get so invested in the characters that it matters).  Of course, Jeri’s worried that Rika is bored, which is its own sort of tension, but Rika shares popcorn with her, props her shoes up on the empty seat in front of her, and seems to enjoy things just as much as Jeri does.

(It’s the darkness and the cool that Jeri likes best, the taste of buttery popcorn on her tongue, the crisp pop of carbonated soda as it burns down her throat.  There was nothing like this in the Digital World, and there was nothing at all in the grip of the D-Reaper.  She should have starved in that bubble.  She still doesn’t know why she didn’t.)

[aparticularbandit]

@kalira - your words from witch hood from...a couple weeks ago! i also made progress on dr femslash!

uh, tw for suicidal ideation!

But when your mama wakes up – and you’re still convinced, then, that she will, eventually, wake up – she’ll want to know where you are.  She’ll want to see you.  She’ll be sad if you’re gone.  But then, when she finds out that you were the reason she was sick in the first place, the reason she went through all of that pain, then....

Your mama is nothing like your papa.  She wouldn’t hold it against her.

But…but you hurt your mama by accident, just like you hurt your papa by accident.  Maybe you’ll hurt a whole lot of other people you care about by accident, too.  Maybe you’ll even hurt Fay!

You don’t want to hurt Fay.

(You don’t know, then, that letting the bear kill you would hurt Fay more than anything you could do.  At least, anything you could do then.  You don’t think of your death as something that could hurt people, even though your mama’s death would have hurt you – perhaps even more than her current situation does.  You don’t think of things that way.

It doesn’t make them less true.)

[aparticularbandit]

@anachronismstellar - your words for oalh! thanks so much for asking (and sorry for the wait)! :D

Day Two (of a Light Hope).

Chisa remains with Mitsuki until Kyoko returns.  Makoto does, too, although she mentions once or twice that he can leave Mitsuki safely with her (in a not dissimilar manner to the way Mitsuki suggests that she and Makoto will be fine if Chisa leaves).  She still doesn’t feel particularly good about leaving Mitsuki alone with Kyoko and Makoto, but she needs privacy to discuss her theories with….

Like the rooms in the old school building (and like the dorms at Hope’s Peak once were, before they were destroyed), the room in which Mitsuki is contained is soundproof: no sound comes in, no sound comes out.  Of course, this means that sitting in the hallway outside Chisa won’t be able to hear anything that Kyoko, Makoto, and Mitsuki might discuss.  But in the same manner, it means that none of them will be able to hear her.

Chisa pulls out her phone and makes a video call.

[aparticularbandit]

@zyrafowe-sny - i finished oaei third write, and here are your additional words from witch hood!

Fay pushes her fingers through Goldie’s fur, giving her scritches the same way you might a stray cat or dog, and doesn’t look up at you when she says, “You’re sure you don’t want to understand bear?  You’ll never need to speak it; Goldie still understands us well enough as she is.”

You shake your head.  “I can follow her back.  I don’t need to hear her.”

Fay’s eyes darken, but she doesn’t try to change your mind.  Goldie pads away from her and nudges your arm with her cold, wet nose; you flinch.  “You should go now,” Fay says, “but I must ask – why were you so far into the woods?  Why were you lost?”

“Papa’s wife wanted me to find herbs for her,” you say, glaring down at Goldie, who just nudges you again.  “She wanted me to make her some of the stuff we make together, and she wanted me to save them money by finding herbs from the clearing where we get it.  I told her I wouldn’t be able to find it without you, but she wouldn’t listen.”  You step back before Goldie can nudge you again.  “I’m not going to pet you!  Stop that!”

[aparticularbandit]

@wizisbored - your words from oalh! i apologize, these sentences are flavor text.

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

REMEMBER.

Before The Named Tragedies.

(Before You Ripped Your Heart Out.)

(You’d Hidden It In His Chest, But That Didn’t Make It Safe.)

(Not From You, Anyway.)

[aparticularbandit]

@somefishycat - I finished Loaded God Complex, and here are your extra words from witch hood fic!

“I stole some honeycomb from a hive,” you say, and if you were younger, you would be excited about this and proud to show off what you’d done – and your mama would be excited with you, would be proud of you, would be so surprised that you’d been able to do that without getting stung (and maybe you would show her your cloak and maybe you wouldn’t, but you certainly aren’t going to show it to your papa, who would demand you rip it off immediately).  Still, you hold your basket up, as though that will make things better.

But your papa doesn’t even look at the honeycomb.  “We didn’t send you to find honeycomb.  We sent you to find herbs.”