#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KILLER🎉

[neos-nero]

Soul (pt1)

Killer is left to babysit Pandora.

(It’s Killer’s birthday‼️)

[light-up-darkside]

`05|09|64`

Happy birthday to the original assassin. Deal with it 47, you’re getting cake.

From left to right: Agent Smith, Victoria, 47, Diana, Lei Ling.

SOURCE: http://yibingling.deviantart.com/art/47-s-birthday-453047073

[elizakai]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ksopaz !! 🎉🎀 :D

Magical Girl Killer✨(design by ksopaz)

(i. honestly despise how this looks but have it anyways :,) )

[starzeah123]

Happy birthday to Killer!!! 🎈🎉

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas

[kurodjikarma]

HAPPY ​BIRTHDAY!!!!​🎊🎉🎂

Killer Sans belongs to rahafwabas

Dust/Murder Sans belongs to ask-dusttale

Horror Sans belongs to sour-apple-studios

Nightmare Sans belongs to jokublog

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Speaking Tongues

hello everyone!!

if you didn’t hear, yesterday was @mushiewrites BIRTHDAY WOOOO 🎉🎉🎉 everyone go wish them a happy birthday and give good vibes :DD

this is the fic i wrote for the momentous occasion, and originally i wasn’t gonna post it but someone encouraged me to anyway so here it is <3 it is different than anything i’ve ever written, but it was pretty fun to do, so i hope everyone likes it as much as mush did >:)

WARNING: this fic does include mouth tickles on george’s belly button, i know that is Not a lot of people’s cup of tea, so if that makes you uncomfortable, read at your own risk/skip this one!! no hard feelings, keep yourselves safe <3

lee!george, ler!dream, feat. sapnap, 1.6k words

enjoy!

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“This is so stupid,” George grumbled, clenching his teeth as he yanked at the restraints that held his wrists above his head. He felt the cold metal dig into his wrists uncomfortably, a harsh reminder of his captivity, yet the only anxiety he felt was that of the anticipation– really, he was more endeared than anything. “Is that really necessary?”

“For you? Yes. You’ve never tickled you before, you wouldn’t know,” Sapnap explained from his spot, cross-legged next to George’s bound arms at the head of the bed. George scoffed, already squirming through his nerves, twisting his wrists and trying to find a comfortable position for them to be stuck in for the next… however long it would be.

“Whatever,” He groaned again, earning a chuckle from Dream.

“You better watch that attitude, Georgie. If I was in your position I’d be careful,” He explained, settling himself to straddle George’s thighs, an action that made George’s heart kick up and his toes curl as he shifted nervously again.

He knew, realistically, that Dream was right, and that he should shut up, but for some reason that even he didn’t fully understand, his mouth was literally incapable of listening to that logic. So, he dug his grave even further.

“If you were in my position, you wouldn’t have even made it far enough to have an attitude, so…” George said, unable to stop himself, his brain spiraling as he cursed his lips for moving.

The room went silent. George felt like he had just stepped on a twig in the woods in a horror movie, alerting the killer of his exact location. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but every scenario his brain supplied was worse than the last.

“…Oh?” Dream replied, voice dangerously low, rumbling through his chest and into the deep center of George’s soul, and eyebrows dangerously high, wide pupils staring daggers into George’s eyes. George swallowed, already breathing heavier at the single syllable.

“No– no, I-I didn’t mean–“ George said, immediately trying to backtrack, voice shaky as he twisted and pulled at his wrists. Dream sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting it out as a wistful sigh, as if he was forced to make a decision he was reluctant to make– his next actions were decided for him, and he was simply going along with suggestions that were given to him nonchalantly.

“Well, if that’s what you want…” He finished, shrugging his shoulders, before launching his attack, and suddenly the tips of his rough fingers were digging into the center of George’s rib cage, his thumbs digging into the front of his ribs as well.

“NO, NONONO, I’M SORR– AHAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–!” George protested, screaming as soon as Dream’s hands touched down, latched onto the horrifically sensitive area, unmoving even as George thrashed and squirmed and tried his hardest to throw him off. “DREHEHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Dream soothed, giggling as he watched George’s reactions only grow stronger. He shook his head wildly before throwing it back against the pillow below him, switching between pulling at his arms and forcing them to straighten out when the bite of the handcuffs became too much to handle, his eyes squeezed shut as tears formed at the corners. “I bet you’re sorry now, huh, baby?”

“WH– AHAHAHA– YEHEHEHES! DREHEHEAM, COHOME OHOHOHON!” George pleaded, attempting to reason with him, well aware that both he and Sapnap knew how much everything about the situation was driving him completely insane. He heard Sapnap chuckle next to him and he turned to hide his face in his arm as much as he could, the sudden reminder that he was still being watched hitting him like a truck and making him dizzy.

Well, that was probably the lack of oxygen, but he wasn’t exactly thinking straight, was he?

“Alright, fine, take a breather,” Dream said, pulling his hands back and rubbing the ghost tickles away with his palms, letting George catch his breath for a few moments. George took the opportunity graciously, gulping down the air like water in a drought, his body relaxing against the calming touch of Dream’s hands, almost forgetting what those same hands were just doing to him.

Almost.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Dream decided, slipping his hands under George’s loose t-shirt and pushing it up to reveal his torso, his whole tummy on display as he giggled nervously at the attention.

“Oh– Dreheheheam…” He whined, practically putty in Dream’s hands, but he tensed up again when Dream’s fingers began to scratch at his sides and the dip of his waist. He broke into high pitched giggles, squirming harder than ever before at the light touches, knowing they could sometimes drive him even more crazy than the cruel tickles– and he worried that might have been one of those times. He was able to handle it, though, until a few seconds later when he felt a soft gust of air flow over his tummy, and he whipped his head down to see none other than Dream’s smiling face hovering barely a few inches above his torso and blowing softly on his skin that was already riddled with goosebumps. “Nohohoho, nononono, whahat are yohohou doihihing–“

“Shhh,” Dream soothed again, only spiking George’s anxiety more.

Then, just as George thought he’d seen it all, he felt something he had never, ever felt before, touching his skin.

Dream’s tongue. In his belly button.

“OH– NO, OH MYHY GOHOHOHOD!?” George blurted out, voice turning squeaky and stuttery from the sheer shock of the feeling, and he dared to venture a look down to see if he was imagining it or if Dream really did have his fucking tongue inside his belly button, and he was horrified to find out that it was, in fact, the second one. “WHAHAT– oh myhy– whahat’s wrohohong wihith yohou–“ George yelled, breathing shallow and panicked, squirming like his life depended on it– which, in that moment, it kind of felt like it did.

“Sapnap,” Dream said sternly, not missing a beat, and Sapnap seemed to know exactly what he wanted from that.

Sapnap leaned over, gently curling his arm around George’s head, and placed one hand softly over his mouth, using his pinkie under his jaw to keep his lips pressed tightly together. The other hand quickly found its way to George’s hair, combing his fingers through the soft curls there, helping to both keep George in place and to help him relax into the feeling. George continued protesting, whining and trying to shake Sapnap’s hands away, but nothing seemed to help, and his whiny giggled and attempts at complaining were muffled into Sapnap’s palm against his will.

“There we go, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sapnap commented, voice low, close enough to George that he didn’t need to speak very loud. George groaned behind his hand, glaring up at him with a fire in his eyes that Sapnap couldn’t wait to watch Dream extinguish. He looked back down to watch Dream lower his head, and like magic, his mouth was on George’s belly button and George was thrashing once again.

“MMMH–!” He yelped, sucking in his stomach and tensing his entire body, his toes curling and biceps straining, puffing his chest up in favor of driving his hips back into the mattress, hoping to pull back far enough that Dream would stop. He didn’t, of course, and it only gave him better leverage to hold George’s hips down and let his tongue dip into the hyper-sensitive button. George gasped, a strangled sound getting caught in his throat as his entire body convulsed, and his broken screams and whimpers returned. “MM– MMHPH, MH!”

“This is cute,” Dream mused, placing a few tiny kisses to George’s tummy before nibbling lightly at the edges of his belly button. George squirmed and jumped at each nip, squeaky laughter taking over, his face bright red from complete and utter embarrassment, shock, and disbelief at what the hell Dream was doing. “Love when you get all squeaky, pretty boy.”

“MM-MM!” George denied, trying to shake his head as much as he could, curling his arms in to hide the rest of his face that was still visible. He was still squirming, but both Sapnap and Dream could tell that it was completely involuntary– he wasn’t trying to squirm away, it just kind of happened. Sapnap’s hand in his hair continued to scratch softly, helping him relax and fall into the trance even further, and Sapnap giggled at how sweet the scene was.

He could tell George wanted to be vehemently against everything that was happening to him, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t essentially floating towards the moon with how spacey he was because of it.

They stayed like that for a while, Dream’s mouth playing with the sensitive dip of George’s tummy, George’s whining and spasmic squirming, Sapnap’s hands staying firmly in their places, until George’s muffled voice grew raspy and the other two decided he’d probably had enough.

Dream pulled back, dazed for a moment as he came back to reality and stared at the red marks on George’s abdomen made by his fingers and mouth, but George couldn’t have seemed more content if he tried.

They quickly uncuffed him, Dream taking a moment to press soft kisses to the harsh red lines on his wrists from pulling at the restraints, holding George’s hands and playing with his fingers as he, too, came back into his own body. Sapnap immediately laid down on the bed, tugging the covers over himself and George and motioning for Dream to do the same on the other side, before clinging to George like a koala. He wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, making George laugh and jokingly try to shove him away, but that only made him squeeze George impossibly tighter, making him fall into another fit of giggles as they all settled into each other’s arms.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Its almost my birthday yippeee (now i gotta figure out who of my friends i wanna invite....🧍‍♀️ AAAA)

Anyways thinking about nightmares eyelights and how you can roughly tell what hes feeling and/or thinking

Killer would probably make use of that, telling him the bad new when his eyelight gets fuzzy because that means he will probably be too tired to heavily punish him. Or be on his best behaviour when nightmares eyelight is a slit and very sharp, because that means he is VERY much paying attention

Happy early birthday, ramune! 🎉 🎈 🎊 I hope you have a good one.

And that’s a wonderful headcanon, I love it. It’s also in contrast to how Killer has no eyelights most of the time and deliberately intends to be unpredictable and unknowable so therefore Nightmare would very likely have to put just as much effort into getting a read on Killer whenever he can’t sense or feel Killer’s emotions.

{ @brokenramunebottle }

And I just realized that nightmare and killer need their own duo name.

[sokemysty]

happy birthday killer, here's another year to endless suffering 🎉

killer sans with scoliosis we all cheer in unison

[danganronpa-textposts]

today is tsumugi's birthday!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

happy belated birthday to everyone’s favorite cosplaycat killer!!

[musette22]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C-nQQBbxQZr/?igsh=cml0NHhnamRjcmd1

This message made me cry! He has such a beautiful soul and he is so loved 😍

Happy birthday Seb!

Aaahhh that is just the most wonderful thing 🥺💞 Sebastian's friends and the people he's worked him genuinely ADORE him and I am absolutely not surprised about that!! But I am very touched, this is such a sweet and gorgeous message from people who clearly care a lot about our wonderful darling boy ❤️

I did go 'he played a vampire?!?!' for a minute there, like, surely I wouldn't have forgotten about that?? But I think maybe she meant a cannibal or maybe his role from the Covenant? Either way, he is supremely talented and versatile and a truly good person to boot, she's absolutely tight about that 🥰 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN

Sebastian has played many diverse roles: a rockstar, a former president, a serial killer, a Marvel superhero (or anti-hero?), a man living with incurable disease, a vampire, a mad hatter -- the list goes on. But the focus of this post is not the characters he plays but his character itself. Seb is funny, patient, discerning, perceptive, thoughtful, and generous. In all the years I've known him he's never had an unkind word to say about anyone, which is so rare. Whether we're working with kids battling cancer, at-risk youth and orphans, or veterans battling PTSD, he genuinely cares about helping others. Isla and I adore him and we're sending him so much love today on his birthday. HBD Sebastian, cheers to another year around the sun and we look forward to celebrating you soon!! 🥳🎉🎂🌟 #sebastianstan #wintersoldier #captainamerica #avengers #happybirthday

[misslavenderlady]

Once Upon a December 🖤

David/Crysta (OC)

Summary: Crysta has found true love with her darling Lost Boys. Little does she know that David in particular feels an extra special connection to her because of someone he knew long ago...

Surprise!! This is a birthday present for @hypocriticaltypwriter! Cherry, you've been such a wonderful friend, I thought you deserved something special! 🎁🎂🎉

This fic has references to the OC of @hypocriticaltypwriter, Crysta and the scrapped Lost Boys prequel script, of which there is a love interest for David. It also references the song from the animated movie/musical "Anastasia". Please enjoy!

Crysta couldn't have been happier. She was living a good life with not one but four amazing, handsome, caring men. Though her lovers happened to be bloodthirsty vampires that sucked the essence from any human who crossed them, she didn't let that get in the way of her happiness. 

Each of her boys was an absolute gem. So stunning and wonderful in their own unique ways. They treated her like a queen and took the best care of her. Being a human, she was seen as a more fragile, delicate being to them. The four boys would do anything to keep her safe and sound. Always making her feel loved. 

Though she often had at least one of them by her side at all times, the daytime was when she was by herself. One day she'd be on the same sleep schedule as them, but for now, she could keep herself occupied during the day. 

Whenever she wasn't working at the salon or running errands, Crysta’s favorite thing to do was dance. It was the perfect way for her to get in some exercise while having fun moving to the songs from her cassette collection. Today was no different. With her leotard and sheer sash around her waist, she was a dancing beauty. 

Swing music was her favorite thing to dance to, but a good Prince song got her energy up too. Crysta kicked her legs up high and moved her hips to the rhythm of “When Doves Cry”. A smile was stuck on her beautiful face as she danced around the empty hideout. The music fueled her heart and soul, truly making her feel alive. 

Before she knew it, the sun outside was fading. The day started to come to an end. The darkness would soon come, as would her boys. Surely they would be awoken by the sound and smell of her hot, pumping blood. They were such frisky things~ 

“Guess I'll pick something for a cooldown,” Crysta said to herself. 

She shut off the Prince cassette and rummaged around the container for something slower to dance to. KISS, Def Leppard, Ratt, Poison, Twisted Sister. All too wild and fast for a proper cooldown to her workout. She was about to give up when something special caught her eye. 

A simple cassette with a handwritten note on the cover. “1906” written in faded ink. 

Crysta tilted her head in curiosity, studying the writing carefully. Was it supposed to be a year? That was when the hotel that once stood on the bluff crashed into the sea, leaving behind treasures to be lost or decayed within the cave the Lost Boys called home. If that was what it referred to, what did it have to do with a cassette?

“Only one way to find out.”

The redheaded girl stuck the cassette into the boombox, pressing the play button to see what music would await her. 

To her surprise, it was the complete opposite of the boy's style. Rather than a loud electric guitar and killer drum solo, the soft sound of chimes greeted her ears. Crysta’s eyes widened as she took in the sound. It was quite magical. Soft notes that dazzled her senses. She felt it to be similar to that of a lullaby from a music box. 

Stepping backward to where her dancing space was, Crysta started to take in the melody some more. Follow the rhythm as it went on. She could work with this. Her body began to move slowly as more instruments joined in. The soft tones of a flute, clarinet, bassoon and more. All of their sounds worked beautifully together as they welcomed in the lyrics to the song.

Dancing Bears

Painted Wings

Things I almost remember

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

Crysta’s senses grew fuzzy as her body took over for the dance. She gravitated to a more ballet-style dance routine, gracefully gliding across the floor and swaying her hands in rhythm. One would think she was under a spell if they were to see her moving in such a way. 

Little did she know that such a thing was actually happening. 

In one corner of the main lobby of the sunken hotel, a tall, platinum-blond vampire stepped into view. David had awoken just a bit earlier than usual, eager to see his beloved human. The spurs of his boots clanged with each step, yet Crysta did not notice. She was far too focused on her dance. The lyrics guided her every movement.

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

David was stuck in place, overcome with shock at hearing this song. Though he had managed to find a recording of it from a modern singer, there was a time decades ago when he had heard this song live. Visions of candelabras, string quartets, and marble statues filled his mind, bringing back the memory of the resort when it still stood above the sea. 

His ice blue eyes were fixated on Crysta as the faded vision of someone he knew long ago began to take over. A lovely, dark-haired lady with a shy, yet sweet nature and soft lips that he had kissed when they were hidden away from prying eyes. His long-lost love.

His legs began to move again, carrying him to where Crysta danced. He feared the memory would slip away again if he did not go to her. The graceful movements of her dance had grown stronger as the music built up more and more. A choir sang out, filling the cave with an echo of vocals that would shake a man to his very core. Crysta was so deep within her dance that she nearly jumped in surprise when she turned to see David right behind her.

“David, you scared me!” she scolded. “What are you do-”

“Dance with me.”

Crysta was shocked by such a request. Her lashes fluttered and her eyebrow raised in curiosity. 

“What?”

David’s lip curled slightly, showing off a gentleness in his smile that was unfamiliar to Crysta. No sneakiness or devious expressions. Just a look of love.

“I wonder if I might have a dance with the princess?”

Crysta would be lying if she said she wasn’t charmed by such words. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and she smiled warmly back at the vampire. She slipped her hand into his, allowing David to take hold of her waist with his other. 

“I’d be delighted.”

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

David and Crysta moved around the lobby with sheer grace. They danced in time, creating a perfect waltz together despite it being such an unfamiliar dance to the human girl. To David, it was like riding a bike. He never truly forgot how to do it. With Crysta as his dance partner, it was even easier. All he had to do was look into her eyes, and it all came back to him.

Without any hesitation, David leaned in to kiss her. The warmth of her skin made his head spin far more than any waltz could. He remembered a similar kiss behind a ballroom pillar, hiding away from a stern chaperone. Now, with colder skin from his inhuman nature, it was all so much more intense. His heart ached deep within his chest.

Far away,

Long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know

Things it yearns to remember

“You are the beautiful something I dreamed about, Anastasia.”

The spell David and the music had over her was broken, and Crysta looked up at the blond with confusion on her face.

“Why’d you say my middle name?”

David stopped the waltz once the gravity of his mistake hit him. In the blink of an eye, the vision was gone. The memory had faded away. No longer did he have a princess in his arms dancing in a ballroom. The age and decay and quietness of the cave overwhelmed his senses, making him realize how much time had passed since he had become a vampire.

And Crysta. God, did he feel guilty for his slip of the tongue. Looking at her pretty face, he did see a familiarity of his first ever love. She looked so much like Anastasia. Even the shade of her eyes was identical, as it was something he had studied carefully each time they were together.

But she wasn’t Anastasia. She was Crysta. She was her own person, not the ghost of someone he once knew. David would forever mourn her, yet he knew how truly lucky he was to have Crysta by his side here and now. He loved her more than anything, and he wanted a life with her and his boys. It wouldn’t be fair to her to get lost in the past. 

“I’m sorry, Cherri,” he cooed, taking hold of her cheek in his hand. “I think I’ve been around Max too much. I know he calls you that all of the time.”

Crysta let out a snort of laughter, amused by David.

“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re turning into a big nerd too, Davi!”

David laughed, bringing her in for an embrace and spinning her around once again. She squealed with delight as he lifted her up. The two of them were practically giddy with their playfulness. 

“I’m not changin’ at all,” he promised, setting her back down on her feet. “Now let’s go wake up the others so we can grab a bite to eat.”

Crysta eagerly wrapped her hands around his arm, allowing him to lead the way to the sleeping chambers of the boys. With them out of sight, the last few words of the song played for nobody to hear. 

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

Tag List: @mjtheartist04 @cryptic-michael @vampirefilmlover @oceansrose2002 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @starlahuskyz @ria-coolgirl

[damned-punk]

Tomorrow is Killers birthday 🎉🎁🍰😍 how does Kid and the crew celebrate it? And how does he eat the cake with his mask 🤔🍰

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

People outside of the crew would view Killer’s birthday as just another excuse to party as his recognition would be such an extremely small part of the day that if you didn’t know it already, you may not realize that it’s even someone’s birthday until the cake is being cut. It would take being a Kidd Pirate to understand that this is all a conscious effort to accommodate Killer. To the outside world it seems like a regular day at sea but in reality, everyone is actively planning their actions to make sure that Killer can just relax and enjoy himself.

It would certainly be a party, they are the Kidd Pirates after all. Killer doesn’t like to have attention brought to himself so while everyone knows that it’s his birthday, they don’t exactly announce it as a group. I imagine that the crew would wish him a happy birthday one-on-one and give him gifts subtly so that he wouldn’t be subjected to too much social stress. He’s more than comfortable with his Captain and crew, but he still prefers to blend in with everyone.

Kidd is the type of person to tell Killer happy birthday as soon as the clock hits midnight, immediately giving him his gift right away. Killer enjoys the moments when it’s just he and Kidd, not that he doesn’t love the crew with his whole heart, sometimes it’s just simpler that way. Just being able to sit with his best friend for a little while without worrying about ship duties makes his whole day.

There would be a cake with candles, but everyone nonchalantly watches him blow them out without singing. They want to make sure that he partakes in the fun of a birthday but again, they want to ensure that he’s stress free. It would be unlikely that he’d eat cake in front of anyone, maybe sneaking a bite or two when no one’s paying attention. The crew makes sure that there is a spread of his favorite foods so that he can at least enjoy something through the holes of his mask.

Later into the night when the crew is caught up in their own antics and Killer is behind closed doors, I could see Kidd having a small cake that was made specifically for Killer to enjoy in private. If he liked another kind of sweet, you can bet your ass that Kidd has either found it at a bakery or had someone make it as well. The whole thing is an incredibly sweet gesture that is just another part of their dynamic.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

[heavenboy09]

Happy Belated Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The Redheaded 👩‍🦰American Actress & Scientist/ Super Icy Cold 🥶Anti-Hero Of The CW'S THE FLASH ⚡🔴🏃‍♂️

The 1 & The Only

Ms. Danielle Panabaker Aka Caitlin Snow ❄ Aka KILLER FROST ❄🥶 OF THE CW'S THE FLASH ⚡🔴🏃‍♂️

#DaniellePanabaker #CaitlinSnow #KillerFrost #TheFlash

[idiotwhowritesshipstuff]

HAPPY BDAY!! 🎉🎊 SORRY IF THIS MAY KR MAY NOT BE LATE..!

Also, sorry bruv didn’t know bout my last request. Buut if your willing to do it without yandere.. I want to see if you are A-okay with doing it with Tsurugi(dra vers), and Shinji(sdra2) ? I was going to ask for yuki but bro doesn’t deserve this much trauma BUT same request just replacing Akane, and Kanade with Tsurugi, and Shinji

-🐒

You certainly know how to pick them for this scenario 😂 You picked the ones who would have the worst reactions lmao.

Thanks for the birthday greeting! I took a while to respond as I've had family over this past few weeks and I recently got P5R as a gift which I've been binging (I've just beaten the fourth palace lol)

For convenience I will refer to the blackened best friend as F/N or "friend's name". If people find this cringey I'll edit it out

F/N's motive in Tsurugi's is left in the air but with Shinji they're a Void

TW: Tsurugi's beliefs, reader dies

DRA Tsurugi Kinjo and Shinji Kasai with a reader who sacrificed themselves for their blackened friend

Ever since you two started dating, Tsurugi has preached his beliefs about criminal scum onto you. To enter into a relationship with him you have to either agree with him or be someone who can actually cause his beliefs to genuinely falter in a way that avoids breaking his mind. Considering your later actions, you clearly fall into the latter category.

Considering Tsurugi's past with his late best friend, he's always had an appreciation for your close friendship with F/N. His friendship with Kouhei was ripped away from him by a bomb and he sincerely hopes that this killing game won't be what rips you two apart. He would frequently tell you how he vows to protect you two so that your friendship gets the happy ending he didn't get to have.

With how isolated Tsurugi is from the group, his relationship with F/N is wholly dependent on if they're as willing as you are to look past his psycho cop behavior. Tsurugi would love to be friends with F/N as he knows how precious they are to you but he's also not going to push it since pushing it would just upset them and in turn upset you which he wouldn't want to do.

When a body shows up and investigation starts, he investigates and comes to a grim realization. He would end up triple checking all the evidence and facts for your sake but the truth becomes very clear to Tsurugi after his autopsy and analysis of the crime: F/N is the killer.

He plans to break it to you before the trial starts to spare you the horror of finding out in the middle of the class trial and so you can get away from the criminal but he doesn't get the chance to talk to you about it in private due to F/N clinging to you and instead just spends the entire trial antagonizing them and is much harsher to them than he ever was on Akane. Friendships are something to be treasured and the fact they threw away their friendship with you by becoming a criminal disgusts him.

Your choice to defend them throughout the trial is something that angers Tsurugi but is something he can rationalize, you've been long time friends with them, you didn't just meet at the start of the killing game, once you see the facts you have to accept the truth that is painfully right in front of you so he alongside Yuki and Rei break down every shred of evidence that could imply F/N's innocence and leave you two devastated.

When F/N is convicted, his first move is to comfort you. He's not sorry for how harsh he was with you to ensure F/N's vote but he is sorry he wasn't able to rip the bandaid off early with you. You two would end up fighting over the fact you still want to be near F/N after Monokuma confirms their the killer and your classmates would likely have to step in to prevent a massive argument from ensuing.

Tsurugi's too disgusted with F/N to even bother looking at them so doesn't pay attention to the execution until Akane screams out that you're in the execution. He immediately yells at Monokuma to stop the execution since you shouldn't be there but Monokuma refuses since you being there was your own conscious choice.

He would likely try to get to the execution to drag you out but he's stopped by Monokuma and Rei who say its impossible so he's simply left in the courtroom, staring at the screen, desperately hoping for a miracle that allows you to get out of the punishment without F/N who he blames for this entire situation.

When you die alongside F/N, the fire that was in him as he demanded Monokuma stop the execution is completely put out. His mind breaks at the sight of you and F/N's death. When he had begun dating you, he had sworn to protect you both but here he was, a complete and utter failure in that regard.

Yuki would have to coax him to even move as Monokuma cackles in glee at his despair, asking him to say something over the pathetic death of his partner who died trying to save someone being punished for disturbing the group's harmony. He doesn't end up saying anything and runs off the second he's allowed to, no one except Rei would have the heart to comment on it as Tsurugi's heartbreak is palpable enough that even Haru, the guy vehemently against him, says to give him space.

He's just so confused why you would did what you did. Yuki had explained in complete detail how F/N inhumanely chose to end the life of your precious classmate yet you ran in to save them? Did you not understand that by becoming the blackened F/N was no longer your friend? They were planning to let you and everyone else die for their own selfish wishes and yet you ignored that and tried to stop their execution?

What happens to Tsurugi after these events is essentially his downward spiral in SDRA2 but at a faster pace. He had hope of recovering and becoming a better man with you by his side but with you gone at a death that was ultimately meaningless, and his future conga line of trauma at the hands of the death game that won't stop attacking everything he's built his life on, Tsurugi would break apart and be left with nothing but his corrupted sense of justice.

Shinji had always advocated for getting the Voids to join the group and betray Mikado to end the killing game once and for all. He was glad you agreed with his beliefs about the Voids since as more and more killings happened, the class grew angrier and angrier at the Voids.

He's always found it sweet that you managed to get in the same class as a long time friend of yours. When you two started dating, he would've befriended F/N and offers to train them much like he does with Yuki (albeit with a very red face if they're a girl).

As the group fractures more and more, he would try his best to ensure you and F/N stuck together as friends. You had absolute faith in your friendship with F/N so Shinji would rest easy on the matter of your friendship and instead would vow to protect you two so you don't get split apart and become victims of the killing game. If he were more observant, he would've noticed the cryptic nature of F/N's responses to him saying things like that but whenever he gets a slightly off feeling from them, he brushes them off as soon as he sees you happy with them.

When the body is discovered, he stands guard near the body but questions if he should when you are suspected for the murder due to a skeptical alibi and some evidence suggesting its you. You assure him that he should do his job and leave investigating to Kanade and Sora which he can't disagree with, those two are much better at class trials than he is and he worries he would get in the way of the trial.

When suspicion is moved from you and F/N, it's unclear just who is more defensive of them between you and Shinji. Shinji doesn't have the most sound arguments to defend F/N but much like he defended Hajime, he'll defend them when there's even the slightest bit of hope they may be innocent because he just can't fathom why F/N would commit a crime then pin it on you.

After Sora cuts down both of your arguments and F/N is outed as a Void, Shinji is the one seeking answers for their motive and plan. He had trusted in them and they had seen firsthand that he was willing to work alongside the Voids to escape Utsuroshima so just why did they kill someone for Mikado?

As their long time friend, you likely have an idea as to why they're so desperate but it's highly unlikely you have all the details. Shinji would try to evoke what he did with Emma in asking if they're really okay with dying at the hands of Monocrow. Similarly to Emma, the answer is no but of course Monocrow and Mikado don't care about any pleas for clemency and commence the execution.

You would have to move extremely fast to somehow get as far as the execution without Shinji grabbing onto you to either help you get F/N away from the chain or grabbing you to save your life. It's most likely that he did grab you in time and you tried to save F/N together, Mikado is the one to separate you three with you gripping onto F/N hard enough to get dragged into the execution with them.

Overwhelming anger washes through Shinji as you die alongside your best friend. Mikado tries to spew some excuse as to why he was unable to separate you from F/N in time but Sora would point out the fact he managed to separate Shinji from you so she finds it extremely unlikely he couldn't have separated you from F/N. When he cackles at Sora's observation, Yuki would have to hold back Shinji from breaking the no violence rule.

When they're ordered to leave the class trial, a part of Shinji doesn't want to go. This was the last place you were ever alive, why can't be allowed just one more minute in the room where you were? He would leave if execution awaited him for staying and he would confide in Yuki or Setsuka for help in how to cope with the situation. The situation doesn't change his stance on the Voids as the fact you cared enough about F/N to die with them proves the Voids aren't heartless beasts but every time he advocates for the group to get together and fight Mikado as a class, he can't help but be haunted by the memory of you and F/N, the pair of friends who he vowed to protect.

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seems like i missed your official birthday but i wanted to drop in late and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE you are one of the most passionate talented funny cool people i’ve ever had the chance to know through my phone and i hope you had a killer day and are now experiencing the gentlest hangover possible. SETH DAY! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Thank you, Sam!! Much appreciated. (Very sly to wish me a gentle hangover once the worst of it is over..) You're amazing and whenever I see you've logged to catch up, it brightens my day

Still waiting on the thong fic update, you know.. if you wanna get me a late bday present... (I jest)

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I wanted it to be a special fanart, I even liked it ^^

Happy birthday Killer!🎂🎉

I made an orange cake with chocolate syrup and orange zest, I hope you like it!!:D

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