call me out (again)

[crownless]

the usual suspects.

voice testing.


the rest.

and more...!!


you know what to do!! pick a character and any scenario / crau / assumed cr you like, then go nuts!

RULES

NO RULES

okay some rules: shipping's cool, but sfw for now please

21+ for shipping on nmh1/2 travis, 25+ for tsa/nmh3 travis

have fun, happy to chat abt ideas over plurk or discord <3

Comments

u know ;) (not in a sexy way)

[belsnickel]

[So they saved the world, or whatever.]

[The truth is, Aoi's long since past caring. The relevance of the world is extremely relative. This planet is a vessel that contains the only two things he cares about. The other six-plus billion are irrelevant.]

[Unfortunately, the person steering this ship cares a lot about the other six-plus billion. He never tried to talk her out of it because he knows better, because she deserves better than to have him tell her what to do, and maybe because he doesn't want her to look at him with the kind of disappointment he knows she'd feel if he voiced out loud how little he gave a shit. But the whole thing, all the years and years of preparation and execution over and over and over again, knowledge of the future(s) where Akane is alone on the moon—]

[It's worn on him.]

[So the fact that they all stay in touch, he doesn't like it. He doesn't understand it. Akane and Junpei, he gets that, he was resigned to that, but Carlos comes too. Carlos is fine, okay, but then there's Sigma. The red-haired girl who never says much, whose name he always forgets — and the other one. Phi.]

[He'll let the kid into the house, but not the two crazy ones. Not in a billion years does Piranha Tits cross his threshold.]

[This is some anniversary. He doesn't know what. Or maybe not an anniversary, maybe a birthday — maybe Akane's birthday, that makes sense since it's here, even though she's lived so many fucking lifetimes by now it's all a farce. He's in the kitchen washing dishes because he's tired of listening to them laughing. He can feel his shoulders hurting from how stiff they are, how tense he's holding himself. He's so fucking angry and he doesn't get it, it's just people in his house, it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things or even the small scheme. This is nothing. They're nothing. But he wants to chase them out, and he wants to be alone, and when he grips a glass so hard under the stream of soap and water that he breaks it and glass digs into the flesh of his thumb he swears under his breath but all he can think of is, Yeah, this might as well happen.]

[Now there's blood in the sink and he has to throw this stupid glass away and finish the dishes. And there are still people in the other room. Unbelievable.]