I got my brain back from the war! Kind of! I’m working on un-neglecting my Patreon page, and I renamed all of my support tiers some incredibly goofy shit.
(Why is the first tier so expensive? Because Patreon eats things in fees, but you can actually pledge any amount you want.)
I started writing a kind of alternative high school AU about Nice, basically because I started wondering what would have happened if Nice had met someone more like himself in high school. Would he have been any better off? Worse?
I’m only planning to write a short story. I posted the first part on Patreon today. I think I might sync it here as well (still as a patron-only post) just because I don’t like the idea of all my stuff being only on a website that I don’t control.
Here’s a little snippet of the AU for fun. I like Willow so far.
“Good?” Willow asks. “You look good like that.”
“Mm,” Nice says. Maybe it’s an answer to one thing or the other. “Take a picture, then.”
Willow takes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a picture of his new friend. He leans over and steals a taste of Nice’s candy, fastening his mouth to it and sucking some of the lemon-flavored sweetness from the gooey part of its softening surface.
Before Nice can complain that Willow took some of his candy, Willow preemptively reaches into his bag and stuffs a couple of gumdrops into his mouth. In the time it takes him to chew them and swallow, Willow has already pulled back.
He licks his lips while Nice coughs at the sugar crystals he’d accidentally inhaled.


![An excerpt from a Wikipedia entry that reads:
A widely known folk etymology of the word[12] relates to sleeping and returning home: in classical Japanese, kitsu-ne means 'come and sleep', and ki-tsune means 'always comes'.[13] This appears to be tied to a specific story; it is one of the oldest surviving kitsune tales,[12] and unlike most of those in which a kitsune takes the form of a human woman and marries men, this one does not end tragically.[9][13] From Hamel's translation:[12]
Ono, an inhabitant of Mino (says an ancient Japanese legend of A.D. 545), spent the seasons longing for his ideal of female beauty. He met her one evening on a vast moor and married her. Simultaneously with the birth of their son, Ono's dog was delivered of a pup which as it grew up became more and more hostile to the lady of the moors. She begged her husband to kill it, but he refused. At last one day the dog attacked her so furiously that she lost courage, resumed vulpine shape, leaped over a fence and fled.
"You may be a fox," Ono called after her, "but you are the mother of my son and I will always love you. Come back when you please; you will always be welcome."
So every evening she stole back and slept in his arms.](https://hopezane.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/image-1024x689.png)
