L-Let's get you patched up...

"Hello, everyone. I know it's a little bit late, but I have a bit of a community post to make. I know some of you have probably noticed how busy I've been lately, compared to how active I used to be in the past. I've been a little discouraged by persistent mental health problems, relationship issues, and I've just been trying to give some time to other personal projects I neglected for two years while giving my heart and soul to this blog, ahaha. But when I went to that convention recently, I realized how much I missed the community as a whole, and being a part of it. When I first came here, I was really involved in things. I know I've let that slip quite a bit lately. That's where I might need some help. I want to get back into things. I want to be involved with the community, to engage with it, to talk to people, to communicate with the fandom. I really miss that. I still don't think I'm quite ready to go back to this blog being the only thing I did, all day every day, but I do want to branch out and interact with more people, connect and make friends like I used to.

Ahem

Suddenly this girl appears from the ground, she didn't look too pleased having fallen; dusting herself off she smiles,

“Hello! I'm Bonnie Kegamori! it's nice to meet you! I'm the ultimate hitwoman, or at least... one of em” She looks to the side laughing nervously before taking a deep breath in “But- that's neither here nor there!” She holds her hand out, swinging on her heals.

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A quartet of girls passed you by in the halls, all walking in a group but remaining in their respective pairs. While three of the four don’t seem to pay you any mind, one of the shorter ones bounces. “Hey! Hey, hiii!!” The voice squealed, and before you knew it, a colorful girl was right in front of your face, dragging along a friend too. “Ohmygosh! Have I seen you before?? I think I might have! Shehehe! Names slip my mind a lot, sorryyyy! I’m Azumi Uneo, Ultimate Cheerleader! Nice ta meetcha again! Or for the first time, whatever!” She wiggles her pompoms excitedly.

Beside Azumi stood a slightly taller and scruffy girl. Her hair was prickly and rough, her bright eyes seemed to be the only lively thing about her appearance in all honesty. She stared at you, before waving and averting her eyes without a single word.

The two other girls hesitated in the back, awaiting for their friends to catch up, only seeming mildly annoyed by the inconvenience.

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Outside of an apartment complex a young man can be seen pacing back and forth, chewing his lip and running a hand through his hair. He stares at his left hand his stomach sinking visibly as he does, he’s clearly nervous and a little afraid. When he noticed that he’s been approached he jumps slightly, startled and looks up.

“AH–!” he’s tense, his eyes wide when he forces himself to relax slightly

“Uh–um….Hello…I’m sorry I didn’t see you there…” He swallows, glancing away at the ground as he tugs his sleeve over his left arm “Hiroki Fukuyama former Ultimate Roboticist….” he’s clearly shaken, but he seems willing to talk.

“Ahh, how grand, we have finally made it!” The man essentially kicked the door to the expensive looking mansion down, spreading his arms in the foyer, fangs clearly visible as he grinned.

“This place is quite quaint, wouldn’t you agree?” A second man stepped inside, takiing a quick drag before taking a look around their new home, continuing: “Some interesting looking people live here. Feels almost like we are meant to be here, isn’t it?”

“You’re quite right, Victor.” The other man chuckled, then wondered: “Where is Vincent? Wasn’t he just behind us?”

“Oh, he is taking care of some of our luggage. Doesn’t really trust the moving crew.”

“Oh, I see.”  He sighed, blowing a strand of black hair out of his face, the smile appearing back on his face right after: “Well, it doesn’t matter! I’m sure he will be here in a bit! Come on, let us go greet the locals! With a bit of luck we will find her!”

“Her?” Victor raised an eyebrow, lulling: “Are you really breaking up with us like this?”

He couldn’t  help the snort that escaped him: “Don‘t be silly. Come on now, the locals are waiting for our radiating presence!”

“Yes, I’m sure that’s what it is.”

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"Hello, everyone. I'm honestly not even sure if you can see this, but I'm hoping this announcement gets to some of you at least.

Tumblr decided to falsely mark my blog as explicit. That's why no one can see it. That's why it's hidden from search results. This blog is not deleted and it's not private. Tumblr made a mistake. I had absolutely nothing to do with this. I'm trying to get it fixed as quickly as possible, and I sent in my appeal, but of course they'll be slow to fix it. I'm sorry for any worry or inconvenience this caused anyone.

Why did tumblr mark my blog as explicit? Because there's one particular sprite of Hajime-- fully clothed obviously, as all his sprites are-- that tumblr doesn't like the skin-tone of, I suppose. And they always mark it as 'porn'. Every Hajime blog I've interacted with has encountered this problem. Now, because I reblogged some threads with that sprite, I'm getting the flack for it too. I deleted all the reblogs with that sprite, but tumblr still won't uncensor my blog. This is...really, really irritating. I hope it will be fixed soon.

Standing alone outside of the Hope’s Peak dorms, an Ultimate Student can be seen scribbling in a small notebook. He hums softly, seemingly lost in thought and not realizing he might be in anyone’s way. The pencil taps against his cheek as he scans over the rows of jotted down notes when finally, he notices that he’s been approached. The Ultimate glances up with a smile as he shoves the notebook inside one of the canvas pockets of his jacket.

“Sorry did you need something? I didn’t mean to be blocking the way–!” He takes a step to the side, a small chuckle bubbling up from his chest. 

“Ahah–forgive me, I wasn’t exactly paying much attention…” he stalls a moment before clearing his throat “I’m Haru Hideyoshi, The Ultimate Private Investigator. It’s nice to meet you.”

Mikan looked around nervously at all the people as she walked. She was supposed to be headed towards Hope's Peak's nurse's office to help out, but it seems she was paying a little too much attention to the people around her instead of where she was going, as she somehow ended up near the dorms.

When she finally noticed, she was extremely embarrassed, so she pretended she meant to go here. As she continued walking aimlessly, she noticed the student standing there.

—askthewritertsumiki

Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”

She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.

Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”

Oh boy, here we go.

Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘

Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.

“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”

“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.

Somehow, Mikan pulled herself together a bit more. She touched her face to make sure there was no blood. Feeling nothing, she pushed herself up off the ground and shakily stood. Mikan could not bring herself to touch the woman’s hand…something about this whole situation was so jarring to her. To touch this nurse would make her real, and that terrified Mikan.

“A-Aah! O-Of course!” Mikan hurried after her after a few seconds, but as she saw which room the other Mikan was entering, she quickly realized that this was not a patient room.

Shame flooded her face. Mikan stared dumbly into the storage room. God, how did she mess up this badly? Why was she so useless? When she did finally force herself to turn, tears had begun to prick the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sor-I’m sorry,” Mikan choked out. The words felt heavy in her throat. “P-Please don’t—please don’t…”

She could feel the other Mikan’s pain - and secondhand embarrassment - and started backpedaling hard. “Aah! O-O-Oh n-no! It’s okay, r-really! I-It’s m-my fault for… for n-not leading you th-the right way I’m s-so sorry! U-Um, please follow m-me!” she said, rushing a few rooms down.

Mikan squeaked, and moved quickly to the room. She wasn’t quite sure how she made it there; her legs felt like they were weighted down with lead.

“Nno it’s n-not! It’s m-my fault for barging in on—barging into the—into the,” she gave another harsh tug on her hair, this one pulling out a single strand that fell to the floor through her fingers, “—into the room!”

Mikan watched as her double entered the room and followed, gently but frantically closing the door behind them. "O-Oh, no, i-it's... it's...!" she said, but stopped and fell into an awkward silence as she realized this would likely continue on for a long time if she finished, knowing how they both were.

—askthewritertsumiki

Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”

She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.

Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”

Oh boy, here we go.

Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘

Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.

“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”

“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.

Somehow, Mikan pulled herself together a bit more. She touched her face to make sure there was no blood. Feeling nothing, she pushed herself up off the ground and shakily stood. Mikan could not bring herself to touch the woman’s hand…something about this whole situation was so jarring to her. To touch this nurse would make her real, and that terrified Mikan.

“A-Aah! O-Of course!” Mikan hurried after her after a few seconds, but as she saw which room the other Mikan was entering, she quickly realized that this was not a patient room.

Shame flooded her face. Mikan stared dumbly into the storage room. God, how did she mess up this badly? Why was she so useless? When she did finally force herself to turn, tears had begun to prick the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sor-I’m sorry,” Mikan choked out. The words felt heavy in her throat. “P-Please don’t—please don’t…”

She could feel the other Mikan's pain - and secondhand embarrassment - and started backpedaling hard. "Aah! O-O-Oh n-no! It's okay, r-really! I-It's m-my fault for... for n-not leading you th-the right way I’m s-so sorry! U-Um, please follow m-me!" she said, rushing a few rooms down.

—askthewritertsumiki

Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”

She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.

Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”

Oh boy, here we go.

Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘

Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.

“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”

“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.

Somehow, Mikan pulled herself together a bit more. She touched her face to make sure there was no blood. Feeling nothing, she pushed herself up off the ground and shakily stood. Mikan could not bring herself to touch the woman’s hand…something about this whole situation was so jarring to her. To touch this nurse would make her real, and that terrified Mikan.

"A-Aah! O-Of course!" Mikan hurried after her after a few seconds, but as she saw which room the other Mikan was entering, she quickly realized that this was not a patient room.

—askthewritertsumiki

Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. “H-Huh?!”

She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.

Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. “M-Mikan?”

Oh boy, here we go.

Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘

Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.

“Uwaah!” she couldn’t stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um…”

“Y-yes of course!” God, she could feel people’s eyes on her. She scurried along past her doppelgänger, but barely made it past the door before her foot connected with her almost comically long shoelaces. Mikan lurched forward, falling face-first. Thankfully, it was not nearly as lewd of a pose as it could have been.

—askthewritertsumiki

Mikan had just finished with another patient, and now she made her way to the waiting room to call in the next. She looked down at the name on the chart and stopped for a second. "H-Huh?!"

She briefly wondered if someone had played a prank on her, but then realized she had been standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face for ten seconds now.

Hesitantly, she looked up from the chart and called the first name of the patient. "M-Mikan?"

Oh boy, here we go.

Mikan nearly fell out of her chair with how quickly she sat up. She had met a variant of herself long ago, but hearing her own voice echo out into the room was jarring. A million different thoughts raced through her head. ‘What if she finds out about my past? What if I relapse in front of her? What if I’m refused treatment? What if–‘

Mikan looked up to see her own face standing in the doorway. It was so bizarre for her to see that she almost forgot to respond.

"Uwaah!" she couldn't stop herself from making such a loud, surprised noise. She’d never seen another version of herself, and it was making her mind race. “O-Oh n-no, I’m sorry! I-I mean, it’s okay! Um...”