#I wrote this out of impulse

[aetherphobia]

Y'know what? I feel like throwing myself to the wolves today.

Hello Danganronpa fandom! I would like to hear unbiased opinions, please. Emphasis on unbiased.

In my opinion, V3 was honestly one of the weaker games of the franchise. And our resident asshole (/lighthearted) of the game, Kokichi, is believe it or not, not a perfectly written character.

Please do not come onto this post calling me a dumbass that is falling for "propaganda." I know his plan was to end the killing game the whole time. The problem is that he doesn't have a solid motive to do so. At least not one that is clear to the viewers. His plan may have been to checkmate the mastermind, but his plan seems to fall apart when you realize he has no proof Monokuma would end the killing game. He’s doing this massive elaborate plan, assuming Monokuma won’t just pick a random person to execute so the game can continue. Because fundamentally, this game is unfair. Kokichi assuming Monokuma would play fair makes his plan just seem redundant, as well put together as it may have been. A buddy of mine posted a similar opinion a couple days ago and got absolutely dogpiled because she wasn't absolutely praising the hydrologic press that he was crushed in (too soon? Nah it's been four years it's fine). In fact, one of the points made above was one I directly copy pasted got from her in specific and I took so that you as the readers could hear her without her getting all the notifications. will not be stating any names out of my respect and care for this friend. But for the love of god, don't dogpile anyone for their opinions.

The purpose of this post is to hear outsider, completely unbiased opinions about Kokichi as a character. So when replying to this post, take those biases and lock them away in a safe. You don't need to throw them away entirely, just put them away until you hit the post button. Info dump to me and clearly point out what exactly his motive was, based entirely on the context clues of the game. What are things that are clear as day? What can be read in between the lines? Why did he want to end the killing game? What was his motive? If you think you know the motive, explain to me what I apparently missed and when it happened. Provide me proof and screenshots. Just all around make it make sense without using profanity and calling me an imbecile for not understanding something that was not written in a way that was clear. I dont not want those kinds of responses, as they really do not help. And as lightheartedly as possible, calling me names in the replies over something like this really doesn't provide me with a reason to take your word for it.

And hey! If you agree with me, I would also genuinely love to hear your personal take on the whole thing and what you think could've been done better with his character. What are your ideas? What do you think would've been really cool and interesting if it had been implemented?

I do not condone the way a lot of you handled my friend's post. So please do not talk to me the same way. Please come in to this post with the assumption that I have already completed the game and I already know what happened.

I humbly await for your perspectives.

[iamvuelle]

Bad fallout game idea:

You are a Vault dweller who got kicked out of their vault for some indistinct reason. The difference from other games is that the nuclear bombs are still falling every few days. Unlike most other fallout games which are rpgs with skill trees and long storylines, this is a rougelike where you have to survive as long as possible while raiding abandoned houses and making improvised tools/weapons against other people and small groups of ghouls (they are not quite as prominent as chronologically later games because they haven’t built up yet). You can pick different characters who have different stats depending on what their crime was to get kicked out of their vault. Thieves are better at looting (stealth?) but are fragile in a fight, food sneakers get better things from food but get hungry faster, killers/corrupt guards are more capable in a fight but can’t loot very well, and if you’re framed for a crime you didn’t commit you have no benefit or downside. Maybe some secret robot character who have innate lasers, scanners, and strength, but is powered with nuclear batteries (bad at stealth?) idk I’m dumping thoughts from my brain onto this post

[thebroccolination]

THE EX-MORNING SERIES CONCEPT

By now I think many people have heard that KristSingto’s upcoming series is an original script that was written for them. What we also have confirmed is that it was written about them.

[source]

KRIST: This series was written by P'Backaof and directed by P'Lit where they created this script from the start deliberately for the two of us and they got information for the characters etc. from KristSingto directly. In the series, the name for P'Sing is Tamtawan, and my name is Phatapi. And Tamtawan Tamtawan and Phatapi are KristSingto themselves.

INTERVIEWER: Does that mean you play yourself?

KRIST: [laughing] Yes, we act as ourselves, so it's not difficult at all.

Today, Aof elaborated on his part on Twitter:

[source: @backaof]

[translation: @_beinglistener]

And Jojo added:

[source: @jojotichakorn]

[translation: @_beinglistener]

So, two gay men are the leading creative minds behind KristSingto’s comeback series. Time to study up on your KristSingto history, kids. \:D/

Long live sanctioned RPF. 🎉

[fountainpenguin]

Shout out to the 'fic writers who go for realism vibes with the Hermitcraft Season 9 rebellion plot and do not change the name Soup Group to something "more serious"; I fall for the vibes and get sucker-punched EVERY TIME and can't stop laughing

[happi-tree]

⚔️👑 shield and scepter 👑⚔️

Howdy, y'all! So my wonderful mutual @raemeh did this really cool fanart of my royalty Swiftli au (the fic for which can be found here), and I had some little design ideas about them in my wips, so I thought I'd post the two of them here! Thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed it <333

[hopepetal]

Boatem knights AU part eight! Pog!

Masterlist

@applestruda and @stiffyck! Things are ramping up!!

A long day, followed by an even longer night, passed. 

After being patched up and fed, Grian’s condition had greatly improved. Scar was just grateful they caught whatever sickness he had early on, and that Marc had been… generous enough to give them supplies. Despite his fever going down and his lucidity returning, Grian was still weak and paler than usual. 

Their hands were tied behind their backs again, but Grian’s wings had been left free, so one was currently wrapped around Scar. The other wing stayed close to Grian, the bandages wrapping around it keeping it from moving fully. The two knights sat in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the wheels against the road and the horse whinnying. 

Scar broke the silence. “I’m sorry.” He gazed down at the floorboards of the wagon, sighing heavily. “For getting you into this mess, y’know?”

“Scar…” Grian trailed off, not knowing what to say. He merely shook his head, looking away. What could he say to someone who fully believed they were at fault for… all this?

Another moment of silence passed, before Scar coughed quietly. “How’s your injury doing?” He quickly changed the topic, plastering a smile on his face.

With a slightly amused, mostly exasperated sigh, Grian smiled back. “Better. So…” He began, pressing his shoulder against Scar’s, “how did you even get them to help me? From what I heard, they only wanted you.”

Scar shrugged, his grin turning sheepish. “I maaaay have told them that we were soulbound.”

“...Scar-!” Grian’s squawk of horror made the other man giggle. “You can’t just do that! I mean, it’s so obvious that-”

“Shhh. They’ll never know! Trust me, G-man. It’ll be alright.” Scar bumped his shoulder against Grian’s just as the wagon stopped once more. “Oh, joy.”  He turned to look at Grian, his expression unreadable. “Well, whatever qualms you have with the whole soulbound business, you'll have to put aside. Think you can lie well?”

Grian nodded, his expression darkening. “I'll have to.”

The familiar sound of footsteps drew nearer. Scar leaned back with a sigh, feeling Grian's wing withdraw to fold behind him. At least they had kept the hooded cloaks from last time, so they wouldn't have to struggle to get into them again were they necessary. It was also good for Grian to have some form of covering for his torso other than bandages, which Scar absolutely planned on teasing him later for. Once they got out of this sticky situation, of course.

The wagon cover was once again pulled back, Marc whistling a cheerful tune while smiling down at them. “Good morning, lovebirds,” he cooed in a tone that made Scar feel positively nauseous. Great, he was a creep on top of being an absolute pain in the- “Get out.” Marc stepped back, allowing Scar to carefully hop out of the wagon before Grian. 

Scar noticed how Grian stumbled when he hit the ground, his legs trembling as he straightened. Clearly the avian hadn’t fully recovered just yet, which was understandable but made their (as of right now, hypothetical) plan to escape a tad bit more difficult. He made sure to stay beside Grian as Marc ushered them down an overgrown forest path, his shoulder brushing against Grian’s.

After what felt like an hour in the relative quiet of the woods, Marc pushed them through a thick growth of underbrush and trees into a clearing. There, two people stood, armored and with masks covering the bottom half of their faces. At the sight of Marc and the two knights, one drew their sword while the other stepped forward.

“We only wanted the vex.” The voice of the one who stepped forward was higher pitched, but smooth and light. Kind of like Pearl’s, except not at all like Pearl’s. “There was no need to bring us a little birdie as well.”

Marc shrugged, putting a hand on Scar and Grian’s shoulders before shoving them forward. “They’re soulbound. I’m sure you know how that is, Opal.”

Opal’s eyes briefly flicked over to their partner before they looked away. “...yeah. Fine, then. Change of plans, we’ll take ‘em both. You good with that, Fern?”

With a sigh, Fern sheathed her sword. “Yeah. Would’ve been nice to have a bit of a warning, though. Guess we can’t expect anything better from a little-”

Marc groaned loudly, interrupting Fern. “Yeah, yeah, you’re still sore over that one time. Whatever. Take them and go, I’m done with this stupid job.” Turning, he began to walk away. “Good luck, you two!” he called back, “you’ll need it.”

And with that, Marc was gone.

“I hope he trips and breaks his nose,” Grian muttered, earning a soft chuckle from Scar. “Absolutely despicable. We are not lovebirds. You’re not even a bird!”

Scar had to laugh at that, nodding. “True, true. I am indeed not a bird. Very astute observation, my good man.”

Grian knocked his shoulder against Scar’s, smirking. “Oh, shut up.”

A heaving sigh drew their attention back to Fern and Opal, the sound having come from the former of the two. “He was right, this job sucks. Come on you two.” She pulled her sword again, swinging it leisurely as she walked around to be behind them. “Let’s go. Chop chop.” She snorted. “Not really, though.”

“Not unless you piss us off,” Opal added under her breath. 

Scar forced a smile, clenching his hands into fists and feeling how his nails began to sharpen into vex claws. They pricked into his skin until they drew blood, reminding Scar of the damage he could do. Of why he and Grian were in this situation in the first place. “That won’t happen, don’t you worry!” he said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Right, then!” Fern poked Grian in the back with her sword, causing him to squawk and jump forward. “Onwards!”

And as they started moving through the forest once more, Grian looked over at Scar and realized that his eyes had started to dimly glow.

The sound of the horses trotting through the forest was far too loud, in Mumbo’s opinion. Although it wasn’t exactly a stealth mission, he had been far too jumpy during the entire trip to stop worrying about things now. Already his mind was pouring over the various design tweaks he could make to the horseshoes to make them more silent, to the bridle and the reins, to-

They were nearly at the spot Pearl had marked down on the map now. Mambo would know, he had been carefully- obsessively, almost- following along with their journey on the map nearly the whole way there. His focus on the map had nearly caused an accident on multiple occasions. But it hadn’t, so Mumbo had kept his gaze glued to the map.

He faintly realized Impulse was calling his name, turning over to look at the other knight as he dismounted his horse. “Mumbo. I think I saw something up ahead, so I’m just going to check it out, alright?”

Mambo hummed in acknowledgment, tracing a finger up the map following the path they had been taking. He was hardly even paying attention until he heard a loud bark, Impulse shriek, and the sound of someone (likely Impulse) being knocked over by a very large… 

…Tilly?

Mambo scrambled down from his horse, shoving the map inside his bag as he grabbed the reins of both his horse and Impulse’s and led them closer to where the man lay on the ground, spluttering as he got his face licked by the very familiar animal. Laughter erupted from the trees, and Pearl stepped into view, pushing her hood down so that her face was visible. “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” she cackled, and Mumbo had to start laughing as well.

Impulse grumbled, shoving Tilly (gently, of course) off of him and rolling over so he could push himself back onto his feet. “Can’t you control her?” he muttered, wiping his face. “I am covered in dog slobber now.”

Pearl smiled, nodding. “Yep. And she is not a dog! She is a wild, ferocious wolf!” Whistling sharply, she called Tilly to her side, kneeling and scratching behind her ears. “Who’s a good wittle wolf? Who’s my ferocious wittle wolfykins? You are! Yes, you are!”

Mumbo just kept laughing. Impulse glared at him for a moment before turning back to Pearl. “She is a lapdog, for goodness sakes. Oh my- y’know what? Nevermind.” Taking a moment to let everyone calm down, Mumbo having to catch his breath after laughing so hard, Impulse continued. “So. Pearl. Give us the rundown. What’s going on?”

Pearl sobered up quickly, expression darkening. She stood, though one hand remained on Tilly’s head, lightly stroking her ears. “Right, then. Let’s get to it.” She took a deep breath. “I found one of the mercenaries that jumped Grian and Scar. The archer, I think. I… asked a few questions. Just a few! And got some answers.” Noticing Mumbo and Impulse’s concerned looks, she frowned. “I let them go after! Against my better judgment, mind you,” she added on lowly. “After that, I was able to track Grian and Scar to a village- I think you passed it on the way here?”

Impulse nodded. “Yeah. Something was off about that place. Mumbo and I made sure to skirt around it. Can never be too careful, y’know?”

Pearl hummed in agreement. “Good. Well, after I saw them at the village, it was really only a matter of guessing where they’d go and picking a spot somewhat close to that location. Then I sent the note, and the rest is history!” She paused. “Hopefully good history. For us, I mean. It would kind of suck if we failed. Which! We will not.”

Mumbo blinked, his face the picture of disbelief. “So this was all just… a guessing game? And it worked?” He didn’t know whether to be horrified or impressed. With Pearl, it was always a 50/50 chance of either emotion.

Pearl grinned. “You know it! It worked surprisingly well, actually. Grian and Scar should be near us. They were handed off to two others, armored and everything. Hence why I didn’t take them on right then and there. I probably would have won against them, but Grian and Scar would be defenseless and I honestly doubt they’d be honorable.” She shrugged. “Apparently they lied about being soulbound to stick together. Which was probably Scar’s idea, he’s clever like that.”

“Of course they did,” Mumbo and Impulse spoke at the exact same time, exchanging glances with a smile as they did so.

Pearl thought for a moment, her hand on Tilly’s head drifting down to scratch under her chin. “Grian was also injured, and it looked like he was sick, but I guess they got some supplies when they stopped by the village because he’s definitely a lot better today. And Scar…” she trailed off, hesitating. “...something’s wrong. He’s not doing so hot himself. His hair, the ends of it at least, are just constantly white. I noticed he was trembling… probably a result of suppressing his vex magic. Gosh- I can’t imagine the pain he’s in.” Her voice wavered. She knew well the horrors that came from suppressing one’s magic.

“Well then.” Impulse’s gaze hardened as a hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. “We’ll just have to get them both out as soon as possible.”

“Agreed.” Pearl pulled out a map, kneeling down in the grass and spreading it out. Mumbo crouched next to her, examining the marked spots carefully before pulling out his own map and marking the same places. “I mapped out the route they’re taking and planned an ambush spot.” She tapped the spot on the map twice before rolling it back up and stuffing it back into her small bag. “We’ll attack tonight.”

And for a moment, her eyes seem to shine with a purple hue. “Let's show those bastards that they messed with the wrong knights.”

[chromotps]

…should I make shanks a little jealous of sabo’s reunion with Ace in this fic

[unnamed-atlas]

Finally finished sweet tooth s3. Having incredibly mixed feelings

[memento-morri-writes]

It's been well over a week now (maybe two??) but I'm still plugging away (ever-so-slowly) at this vignette about Zara and Rook. Zara's POV is a lot of fun to write, now that I have a better sense of her character. Writing this has really solidified in my mind the kind of person she is and how she acted when she was Rook's captain and mentor. She's very calm and collected in comparison to Rook, even when under a lot of stress.

Anyways, have a little snippet that I'm proud of from today, featuring the origins of the coin trick!

Pacing back and forth across her cabin floor, she rolled the coin back and forth over her knuckles again and again. The motion was easy, almost mindless, more muscle memory than real intent. The coin trick had been her favorite way to soothe her nerves for years now. She’d picked it up out of idle curiosity after watching a street performer dining in a tavern in Bon Largo, who had chatted with her for over an hour as she fretted about something mundane, never once dropping the coin from their fingers. The same performer had later tried to steal her coin purse and ended up with nothing but a new scar for their trouble, but Zara had learned two important things from the encounter: Not to trust a warm smile and a pretty face, and that keeping her hands moving kept her mind from dwelling too much on worrisome things.

one-time tagging @space-writes because they commented on my tags about Rook learning the coin trick from Zara in one of my other snippets from this piece.

[goingdownorup]

“I’m supposed to feel better.”

Etho looked at him with tired eyes, the moon high above the two of them as the sat on the very edge of skynet. It was stupid, anyone could come up and push them off, but Impulse was sitting on a few hours and Etho-

Well, Etho didn’t seem to care.

He never did, which was something Impulse…admired? About the other man. He had grudges, Impulse was sure of it, but it wasn’t something Etho seemed to let eat at him. He was more of a one and done kind of guy.

Impulse had let this grudge fester for three games.

“What do you mean by that?” Impulse looked up, watching the way Etho raised his eyebrow with what sounded like a bit of judgment. He ignored it, because that was kind of how Etho sounded and because Skizz and Tango were dead. They all were. Tango, Skizz, Cleo.

Bdubs.

“I should feel better that I killed him.”

Etho hummed, nodding a bit before leaning back on his elbows. Impulse didn’t feel the need to expound on who he was talking about, it wasn’t a secret that he was holding on to that rage he felt from 3rd life. “And you don’t?” He finally prodded after it was clear Impulse was getting lost in his head.

Somewhere in the background Impulse could hear Grian and Pearl whispering too, probably about their tentative alliance and how to get Scott and Martyn. This really wasn’t the time for Impulse to be up in his feelings like this. Still, he let out a sigh deeper then he meant it to be, something that soothed his bones and made his heart ache. “I don’t. I feel bad.” Impulse glanced out of the corner of his eye as Etho stared up at the stars. “I shouldn’t feel bad. It’s just the game after all, I can’t be faulted that he went out like that but-”

“You can feel bad.” Etho interrupted him, never taking his eyes off the pitch black sky above him. “I’m sure he would love that you felt bad about killing him if he was still around.”

Impulse snorted, something bitter crawling up his throat. Etho was mumbling something under his breath that he didn’t catch either, but Etho was talking to himself a lot recently. He thought he might have heard him say something along the lines of “well Cleo, next time you survive with me, you can pick the allies.” but he wasn’t so sure. Whatever Etho thought he was seeing wasn’t Impulse’s problem, though it was a bit disheartening to see his only alive ally slipping fast. “Do you regret it?”

That made Impulse pause.

Etho hadn’t taken his eyes off the stars, but his mouth was turned slightly down now and his hands were curled tight. Did Impulse regret taking the final shot on Bdubs? He felt terrible, that's for sure. Bdubs, for whatever reason, trusted him throughout this game even though Impulse showed him time and time again it was a bad idea. It wasn’t like Impulse was hiding behind a smoke screen like the first time. He had been very clear that he wasn’t teamed with him, that they weren’t allies, weren’t sharing a home and a bed. But as soon as Impulse pushed the minecart, it was like his gut went with it. When the death message popped up, Impulse almost felt like vomiting. It was sick, it was twisted and cruel to have him go out in such a way where there was no way that he could have fought back.

But did he regret it?

“I…” Impulse finally looked up to where Etho was looking, the stars and the vast galaxy blinking back at him as he felt his hour turn over. “It wouldn’t be fair, if I regretted it now.” He finally settled on. Etho’s shoulders visibly relaxed at the comment. He didn’t say anything, but Impulse knew he was probably agreeing with him.

Bdubs was dead at Impulse’s hand for once in his life, and it would be a shame if he wasted what he earned because of it.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

sometimes all you need in life is to imagine slow makeout sessions with your strong paladin girlfriend after a long day of fighting and adventuring... (swoons)

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

Iori Kagerou Daze cover when

[socialbunny]

👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽some of my skipy lore in the tags i was supposed to bridge it with something else but i forgot what i wanted to say 😭

[severin-photocopy]

anyway nothing can beat the french wikipedia on Sacher-Masoch. It's so fucking complete, filled with information and very well researched

[abyssalpriest]

thinking about this art of Ahi again.

[set-wingedwarrior]

Just saw a bunch of comments from a rwby critic about how Blake should have spoke out more about racism in atlas (and Weiss too considering how she grew).

Aside from the fact that Weiss throwing racist in a trashcan is defenitely a statement (lol), and that I don't necessarily disagree because it could have been cool to see other more explicit scenes with Blake, using these wishes as objective critics misses a couple of points.

First, as usual we got the limited runtime to consider. When writing episodes you gotta balance serious and fun moments, all while making sure that the main plot stuff gets all the exposure it needs to tell its story properly and without missing pieces.

Second, even if there was time for that, do you really think that every time a victim of something gets in a situation somewhat connected to their past experiences, they just start monologuing about it? How realistic do you think it is?

It depends on the situation. When Blake and co get in the mines they are on the job looking for grimm, do you think this would have been the best moment for a racism speech? Would YOU do that? It's just very unnatural. But we still get her behavior and body language. She doesn't talk about it but she thinks about it, as she should. And it's very clear, so I really don't get when people say she just ignored it.

Blake isn't constantly worried about it sure, but again not even the busiest activist spends 100% of their time about their cause.

Besides, friendly reminder that the show isn't about the faunus racism. It is part of it and the world, but the main story isn't that, so a constant focus on it just doesn't make sense (now, if it was a show ABOUT racism, that would have been different).

I understand some points because, yes, we all know that the whole white fang subplot could have been better (even if I am personally okay enough with it) and yes, Atlas had potential to bring out a few more comments about it and it would have been cool to see Blake talk about it more.

But it's not the fatal flaw critics make it to be, nor it's completely unmentioned as they like to say (Marrow referencing it? Blake's behavior at the mines? People's comments both before and during the evacuation? The "no faunus" sign in Cinder's flashback?). They just aren't paying attention.