[A/N: This was fun, I like writing silly fics. I’ve been thinking for a couple of days what to do for Arisa’s birthday, if I even wanted to do anything at all, and this idea came from seeing fanart of Arisa holding a Kasumi nesoberi.
For those who aren’t good with names of things (I had to ask a friend what they’re actually called), a nesoberi is one of those chibi-looking plushes. For instance here is one of Kasumi.
Sorry for the goofs, Arisa, but I’m sure you don’t mind too much.]
The weekend before Ichigaya Arisa’s birthday:
“Hey everyone, come look at this!” Kasumi sounded very excited, though that was nothing new.
The whole band had decided to go in to central Tokyo because they heard there was some Girls Band Party promotion going on. None of them had expected it to be a big deal, probably just a corner of a merch store selling CDs or something. Though it turned out the “corner” was a bit bigger than expected. There was actual band merchandise.
After the five bands had done their joint event, their fame had actually spread outwards a bit. Popipa even got fan mail. Granted the vast majority were just comments on their blog, but they had gotten a few actual paper letters.
[A/N: I’ve realised I need to stop having big ideas that I don’t have the stamina/endurance to finish writing, and instead just do some tiny ideas until I feel better again.
So here’s a very short HimaTomo fic for Himari’s birthday. I think they’re cute.]
“Urgh…” Himari didn’t want to move. Ever again. It was fine to just… just sit there.
“Ahaha.” Tomoe had come back into the room. “Think you had enough?” she teased.
“‘s not my fault,” Himari said. “When did y’all get so good at making cakes?” The one they made for her birthday the year before hadn’t come close. Maybe it was because they were more seasoned at being high school girls this year. Their true power was unleashing.
[A/N: Sorry it’s been so long. After I posted the last chapter all my creative drive just dried up, and died off. I started writing this on the 14. September, over a month ago, and I remember noting that in the first week I only managed to write 87 words. Normally I’d be able to write something like this in a day or two. And even with all that time, it still feels kinda half-baked to me. Most days have just been zero output whatsoever.
Unfortunately AO3 doesn’t really have a way for me to post status updates, so I wasn’t able to keep you all updated. Tweets and fic notes are all I have. And the latter requires actually having something to post.
This is quite possibly the last chapter I’m posting to this fic, unless I happen to suddenly find some inspiration and motivation. I’m really sorry it isn’t any sort of a conclusion. I know some of you got a bit invested. But I just need to get it out at this point. Stick a fork in it, isn’t that what they say? Hopefully that will loosen up some things, and maybe I can at least move on to something else. At the very least I don’t have to keep thinking about finishing this chapter.
Right, I should definitely link to the member list considering how long it’s been.]
I managed to pay attention in class today
Huh? You haven’t been paying attention before now?
lately there have been
[A/N: I’ve felt creatively dead for like a week, just too tired for anything, so when an idea popped up, I grabbed it eagerly. The Fire Emblem thing I’ve been working on has produced exactly 89 words in a week. Not exactly great progress. Maybe returning to Bandori for a change of pace will help re-align my brain.
This was just a collection of odd ideas that have stewed for a while, and finally got a catalyst when I saw my deodorant is named Happyful, which gave me the thought that if Kokoro discovered it, she’d make everyone in the band use it. And with the Band election currently going on, I like the nicknames they’ve been getting, especially Arisa’s Hell Band, and Misaki’s Day Off. And since it made more sense for someone outside the band to notice Misaki’s new deodorant, I had an excuse/idea for a new Misarisa fic. And here we are!]
The doorbell rang at the Okusawa household. Misaki was situated comfortably on her butt in her room, and decided to let someone else answer it. Shortly after she heard steps coming up the stairs, followed by a knock at the door.
The door opened, and a certain blonde stuck her head in.
“That’s how you respond to someone at your door?”
“Arisa!” Misaki lit up. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”
[A/N: This might be the most excited I’ve been to write anything in a while. Thank you very much to Rose for helping me brainstorm this whole thing. I hope it’s as fun for you as it was for me.
Edit: Right I should remember to keep linking the member list.]
What’s wrong with Edelgard?
Bernie! Shouldn’t you be resting? Are you feeling better already?
Not really, but I’m very bored.
It’s because of what happened during sports day today.
[A/N: After two chapters in rapid succession this weekend it was nice to take a day off, but I was too tempted to get back into it to stay away for longer than that.
Only really two things to note this time. 1) I am too fond of happy endings to keep drama going for very long. If you’ve followed my previous writing in other fandoms you’re probably aware. 2) Edelgard being an Edelgay disaster is much too fun.
Oh, and 3) This fic has now passed 400 kudos, somehow. You’re only encouraging me, you know.
If you need a refresher on who everyone is, here’s a link to the list.]
Quick! Someone ask me why I’m giddy!
okay. why are you giddy?
[A/N: I typically try to take at least a day’s break between chapters to give my brain a rest. To make it easier to come up with new stuff, and hope it’s actually good. But this time stuff just really wanted to get written, as I try to give a bunch of stuff some progress. Just a bunch of smaller ideas shoved together.
Dorothea shows a more vulnerable side for once, and Flayn is actually in the school! The transfer student idea wanted to make it in there, so I let it enter. Still not decided on whether she’s joining the chat. Not right away, at least. Like Ingrid she is rather lacking on the f/f A-rank supports. Heck, she has almost no f/f supports at all, so I’m not sure how she interacts with the other girls. I just like the idea of El getting a bit jealous. I’m evil.
If you want to know who’s who in chat, I made a list you can find here.]
how did it go with Ingrid @Primadonna? Mercie told me you went to speak with her alone.
Yeah, I did.
It didn’t go great. She felt I was just butting in where I had no business to, and didn’t really want to listen to me. So I had to play my trump card.
Your trump card?
[A/N: I had intended to keep this series as light and fluffy as possible, but once I entered exposition/world-building mode I got carried away. I couldn’t really find a way to fix it, so my two options were basically to either scrap it, or post it anyway, and… I’m sorry. I hope it won’t bore too many people.
Credit where credit is due: This chapter was built on ideas provided by other people. Ruff_Ethereal and I were talking about an MMO a while back, and I ended up adapting that, while the Ingrid idea came from Rose.
And since it could be useful, I created a list of everyone’s handles, and who’s behind them. Everyone who’s shown up so far, at least. More will be added as/if it becomes relevant.]
Hubert just confirmed it
professor Byleth is the Ashen Demon
She’s the what?
You don’t mean from Warcries?
yup, that’s exactly what I mean
[A/N: I took a break over the weekend to play through Astral Chain, but now I’m back on my bullshit. I had hoped to write yesterday, but it took a little while to readjust my brain. Astral Chain is very good, btw.
Part of this chapter is an idea I got from my friend Rose. Her fanfics of my fanfics I sometimes take, and put it in my own stuff. I try to remember to credit her when I do.
I was also reminded more of how Discord works, with the @s and all that. So incorporated that a bit this time. Not going to make it retroactive though.]
How did your date go @BernieBear?
Petra was very nice, but… I was so nervous. Kept messing up everything. I don’t think I’m made for dating.
I’m sure that’s not true.
[A/N: One chapter is all the break Edelgard is getting. Get back to your gay panic, young lady. I guess this is kinda based on an actual event in the game. Also trying to come up with modern analogies for how things work in the game is hard, but probably easier than trying to come up with entirely new backstories. At least that’s my excuse.]
So who’s coming to horror night this weekend?
I’ve gotten some really good ones this time.
I’ll be there.
I should be able to make it.
I’ll come if there’s homemade snacks.
I’m not great with that stuff, so no thanks.