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some-dr-writings · 4 years ago

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SHSL Theatre Actress comes out as aromantic to Mikan, Ibuki and Korekiyo

Mikan Tsumiki: pt.1

· It was a day just like any other. That morning you had invited Mikan to come to rehearsal to watch. Having a massive crush on you she more than eagerly accepted! She also knew how reckless you tended to be with your own safety, she liked being nearby to patch you up quickly.

· It seemed to be a miracle that nothing happened during the practice. Mikan decided to meet you backstage. If nothing happened on stage, then you likely would end up getting injured helping change the spotlights or something. Maybe fall off a ladder or try lifting something and hurt your back. Who knows?

· She rather quickly spotted you actually… With a guy leaning in rather close to you. “Come on, just one date. What’s the big deal?” “The big deal is, NO. I don’t want to go on a date with you!” “What? Think you’re better than me? Am I not your type?” “Yes! I am better than you! I don’t persist when people withdraw their consent!” Oh no. You were fuming. You had absolutely no sense of danger when you were mad. “And YES, you are not my type! I HAVE NO TYPE! SO LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CREEP OR I SWEAR I’LL DESTROY ANY CHANCE YOU BOUGHT WITH MONEY SINCE YOU CERTAINLY DON’T HAVE TALENT OR PASSION, OF MAKING IT ANYWHERE IN THIS INDUSTRY! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK YOU’LL GET FAR DISRESPECTING PEOPLE?! THAT’S HOW YOU IMPRESS SOMEONE!? SORRY ASSHOLE THAT’S NOT HOW THE WORLD WORKS! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AT THIS? A WEEK NOW! AND GUESS WHAT MY ANSWER HAS BEEN EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU ASK! OH, YOU DON’T NEED TO GUESS, I ALREADY TOLD YOU! NO! NEVER! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!” As you were stomping away the guy grabbed your hand! The guy was about to say something when you headbutted him in the jaw. He likely bit his lip or tongue because he started bleeding. Mikan chased after you as you ran away.

· You just kept running and running. “Y-Y/N!” “Mikan!?” You slowed your paced for a moment, grabbing Mikan’s hand, continuing to run.

· The pair of you hid in Mikan’s dorm room. She sat you down on her bed before scurrying around getting supplies to examine you. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with pink as she held your face getting a close look at the top of your head. “Tsumiki… I-I think I’m fine.” “W-well, you may think so, but many illnesses can be present without making themselves known. The same can be said with injuries… I-I’m sorry am I annoying you!?” “N-no, no! You’re okay! I just don’t want you to waste supplies on me.” “Supplies w-would never be wasted on you! E-even if they don’t help, i-if it’s for you, it’s never a waste!” Her blush only grew as she looked at you with such determined eyes…

· She really cared about you…

· “Y/N w-what’s wrong!? Are you hurting? Why are you crying!?” You tried holding back the sobs as you quickly wiped those tears away. “I-I’m so sorry.” “Sorry? Sorry for what? I don’t need or deserve apologies! Did I do something wrong!?” “N-no, you’re amazing.” You buried your face in your hands, absolutely ashamed of yourself. “E-even if I was interested in romance I would never go out with that guy, but, b-but you…” You forced yourself to take deep breaths. You forced yourself to look at her even in that blur. You forced yourself to… to confess. “But you’re amazing! And I’ve been awful to you! I know you have a crush on me, I knew for a long time! I thought if I didn’t say anything, maybe nothing would change and it’d all be fine, but… I can’t keep doing this to you! I don’t, I can’t ever return your feelings. I love you, but not like how you love me! I’m aromantic. I’m just not attracted to people like that! And I honestly don’t mind, I’m so happy to simply have friends, I don’t need any other type of relationships to feel complete or happy, but, I can’t just keep stringing you along like this! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Mikan!”

· “Y-Y/N, p-please don’t cry for me!” Tears were already streaking down her cheeks. “I really don’t mind!” “H-huh? What?” “If you’re aromantic, I don’t mind. Just please keep calling me your friend! That’s honestly all I want!” “I-I, no, I don’t want this to get toxic! You’re my best friend! I don’t want to hurt you!” You stood up, pulling her into a hug before burrowing your tear stained face onto her shoulder. Trembling, you hugged her tightly. “I can’t keep hurting you.” Mikan hugged you back, letting you get your emotions out.

· Once you calmed down, she sat you back on her bed. “Y/N, as long as you keep talking to me, I don’t mind. As long as you keep calling me your friend, I honestly can’t care less if you return my feelings. I’ve never had such an amazing friend like you! So please don’t feel guilty!” “… Mikan… I… but you’ve been treated so badly, I don’t want to be another person who does the same to you.” “What are you talking about? You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met! I’m happy the way things are! I don’t need you to love me!” “But I do love you, but just… not romantically. Which is what you have for me!” “I really don’t mind! Even if you weren’t aromantic and you fell in love with and dated someone else, I wouldn’t mind!” “But I never can… maybe that can be some condolence for you?” “I don’t want condolences. Just keep calling me your friend!” “… You… You really are okay with just being friends?” Taking an icepack out of the ice chest beside her, she placed it on your head. “It’s not ‘just being friends’ friendships are just as important as romantic ones, if not more! Having friends can do wonders for your health!” “I… If you’re sure. It’s just… I don’t know, romantic love is everywhere in plays and media so… I know it’s a big deal to others.” “Well, it’s not for me! I love you, and you love me, but in a different way! And that’s okay!” You couldn’t help but smile.

· “A-although, if you don’t want to be friends, that’s fine too! Whatever you want!” “Mikan, no! Dang it, I thought you were gaining confidence!” “I-I’m so sorry!” “Stop it! We’re friends! You don’t annoy me! But please believe in yourself more!”

Ibuki Mioda:

· Your group decided to do a musical and who better than the Super High School Level Light Music Club Member to ask for help about the music!

· It was… an interesting experience. She spoke of how before she could help, she needed to see if you could all perform together. Being more of the shy sort you found Ibuki to be a bit much at first, but through playing her games you rather quickly warmed up to her. You still were a bit quiet around her, but she did more than enough talking for the both of you.

· Performing with her was certainly a lively event. It was also the most fun you ever had performing and that was saying something! You absolutely adored the stage but with Ibuki it was like you entered an entirely new world! One of boundless energy and excitement! One of pure passion and nothing else! The stress of wanting the other performers not mess up seemed to fade away as you just got lost in the music pouring your heart and soul into every last note! It was amazing!

· Though it seems others may have misinterpreted your passion. Specifically, your co-star. He was a nice boy. New to performing, but he certainly had talent and passion. He was a good kid.

· After the performance you ran straight to Ibuki, hopping around still feeling that boundless energy flowing through you. As the two of you were excitedly talking over one another neither of you notice as your co-star approached. Once the two of you finished spinning around and headbanging you finally noticed him. “O-oh, hi.” “Hey, Y/N, uh, could we talk for a moment… alone?” “Sure?” Hesitantly you followed the guy. Once you were alone, he asked you out. “Sorry, but, no thank you.” “Oh, really? I thought we might have had something. You were always so stiff during the kiss scene in practice but tonight you were more relaxed! I, thought that maybe… you started liking me?” “Oh, no, no, no. Sorry, that was just the passion of the performance.” He rather awkwardly walked away.

· As you marched away you overheard some conversations. The usual really. You were stuck up, that’s why you never gave nice guys a chance. You burned fan mail because you were so disgusted by them. The usual really. There’s bound to be poison thrown your way given how runaway popular you were. Besides, it’s not like they were entirely wrong, who were you to refute them.

· You decided to hide in your dressing room to ignore it all. As expected, a large pile of gifts and fan letters sat waiting for you there. After changing out of your costume and removing your makeup you started slowly going through it. It was normally nice, genuine compliments and the like, but sometimes the gifts and letters got… creepy. Those letters in particular, you burned. After emptying the small trashcan, you placed the letter at the bottom, you lit a match readying to drop it in the can.

· As you were doing so you heard that bubbly voice call out your name before opening the door. “Whow, Y/N, what’s with the match? Wait! Ibuki can guess!” The girl quickly skipped over to you, looking into the trash bin. “Oooh, so the rumors of ‘the heart breaker’ are true.” “Ah, so you’ve heard those rumors and nickname.” You limply dropped the match, watching the letter burn. “I don’t get why people can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I swear, it can’t just be me. There must be people, who even if they are interested in romance, must find this uncomfortable, right?” “Oh, you’re aromantic?” You flinched not expecting to hear that. “… Uh, y-yeah.” You were immediately filled with dread. Being aromantic was not something you tried keeping secret, but you did try to be selective with who you told. “Nice! Ibuki has a fellow, repeat after me! A! RO! MAN! TIC! Aromantic buddy!” “Fellow aromantic buddy? You’re aromantic too?” A big smile creased the rock star’s lips as she eagerly nodded. “Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! That’s correct!” You let go of the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

· “So, what’s with that letter?” “Ah, well… A ‘fan’ I had to file a restraining order against, they stalked me for some time and constantly showered me in very uncomfortable gifts like their baby book and letters of proposal. The proposal letters in particular always make my skin crawl knowing I even touched the unnerving thing. And even with the restraining order they always find some way to get them to me. I’ve tried throwing them away, but they somehow get back to me. The only way to get rid of it is to burn it. I can’t be the only person who finds this creepy! It’s not just because I’m aromantic, right? So many people have told me that I should be nicer since they’re a fan, but… I just can’t. I don’t think it’s okay, but… when so many people tell you you’re wrong, you can’t help but wonder…” “No, you’re right. They’re a total creepo! The girls from my old band would get letters like that and they weren’t aromantic and found them creepy!” “Oh thank goodness, it’s not just me!”

· After that performance your confidence in yourself outside of acting slowly blossomed with Ibuki’s help. It felt amazing to have a friend who was the same as you in that aspect, truly being able to understand your position. Since you two worked so well together on stage she insisted on forming a band with you, and even made outfits for the pair of you with aromantic pride flag colors. Ibuki very quickly became a very dear friend to you.

Korekiyo Shinguji:

· Ah, Valentine’s day, a day you dreaded. It was nice getting chocolate, but many of the girls asking you out was the bad part. Having to reject girls all day was rather tiring, especially so when they insisted on you telling them who you gave your chocolate to. No one. Even when you told them that, none believed you. From some reason not liking anyone romantically was impossible to them and they said you were stuck up or lying.

· As the day loomed ever closer bringing white and pink hues with it, you decided to try to save yourself some grief. Maybe you could tell them you weren’t interested in anyone, but you were gifting your friends chocolates? You hoped this would help. You had to try something, hiding didn’t work last year, somehow, they always found you.

· The morning of Valentine’s day you took a deep breath before leaving your dorm room. Aaand you were already surrounded by girls… This was going to be a long day.

· You managed to find and gift each of your friends a chocolate bar… all except one.

· Kiyo.

· You were having trouble getting the proper inspiration for your role, so you began to do research. In your research you met the anthropologist. He immersed you in the region, it’s traditions, history, everything. When speaking with him you felt you were truly there. From then on, you always went to him for guidance, after all, plays were deeply intertwined with anthropology and you really liked people who were especially passionate about their interests, like him. Even as shy as you were his calm demeanor could ease you and get you out of your shell.

· He was most certainly your friend and you were determined to gift him some chocolate before the day ended! He wasn’t answering his phone, he wasn’t in his lab, if he was in his dorm room, he didn’t answer the door. Where could he be? You spent the majority of the day dashing down hall after hall, hiding from your fans, and searching for your friend.

· You were exhausted seeing that bright sunset. Sighing, you laid down on the snowy ground looking up at that clear sky. “I guess I can just give it to him tomorrow… I mean, today isn’t the only day I can show I love someone… NO!” You abruptly sat up. “He’s done too much for me! I have to find him today!” “Simply beautiful.” “Kiyo!?” The man slowly strode towards you with his hands in his pockets. “Such wonderful determination. And for love no less.” “Finally.” You scrambled to get up, pulling the chocolate bar out of your pocket. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Kiyo simply stared at you in surprise for a moment before gently taking the chocolate. “I had no idea. I accept your feelings but my heart belongs to another so I can not return them to you in kind.” “Oh! No, no! I’m giving all my friends chocolate today.” “All your friends you say? So, you’re celebrating Philia today instead of Eros. The love of friendships, not passion and romance.” “Yeah! It seems most media and so many people always focus on romance that other relationships are left behind.” “I can see where you’re coming from. There have been countless traditions through out the ages celebrating the pleasure, passion, and lust of the romantic. Eros is so tightly intertwined with reproduction and continuing the species it’s almost instinctual, natural to find it so important. Though… I must wonder if you are thinking this because you have yet to find someone to treasure in that way.” There it was. You sighed, hearing that all too familiar sentiment. “Is something wrong, Y/N? Did I hit too close to home there?” “Well… Yeah. It seems everywhere I look not being in or not wanting to be in a relationship is seen as wrong. Like it’s demonized to not want that. People will say to just lower your standards, or to just wait because you’ll meet the right person SOMEDAY or that if you’re not in a romantic relationship you’ll be completely lonely! Like only romantic love can make a person complete or something! Like you’re some alien for not wanting that! Because clearly something MUST be WRONG with me, right!? Because everyone else wants it! Because friendship isn’t good enough, right!? So if it’s not, then why do people make friends in the first place!? If all people want is romance, then why make friends!? Do people only make friends to turn them into potential partners some day!? Is that what I’ve been missing this whole time!? Do all my relationships, my friends, mean nothing!? SHOULD I want more from my friends!? Is that what’s wrong with me!? Because according to the world I have to want more, so there has to be SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, RIGHT!? BECAUSE I NEED TO LOVE SOMEONE ROMANTICALLY, TO HAVE A PARTNER, TO HAVE KIDS, TO RAISE A FAMILY BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT ALL THIS IS ABOUT, RIGHT!? BECAUSE I’M BROKEN RIGHT!? I’M BROKEN FOR NOT WANTING THIS! I’M SOME FREAK-SHOW PEOPLE THINK IS SOME EMOTIONLESS HUSK! BECAUSE I CAN’T LOVE, RIGHT!?”

· And you laughed. Hugging yourself, through broken sobs you kept laughing. That chopped up hyperventilating turned warped drowning laughter. You didn’t know why, but you just couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe it was all the stresses of the day had taken it’s toll on you. Maybe you were scared that Kiyo, a person who you knew had a reverent respect for romantic love would tell you, you were wrong like so many others had. Maybe… maybe you were just exhausted from having ran around all day.

· “s-sorry kiyo…” You tried wiping the tears from your eyes but they just kept flooding out. “i-i’m not ma-mad at you, i-i swear…” You buried you face into your hands wanting to disappear. You wished Korekiyo would just walk away and pretend he didn’t see your outburst. You hated yourself for yelling at him. It wasn’t his or anyone else’s fault. You were just so sick and tired of romance being shoved down your throat, for others acting like it was some necessity that you were missing to be a complete person. You hated it all so much. You knew you weren’t wrong, that you were okay the way you were, but… having that constant pressure on you always made holding on to the truth difficult at times… It just hurt. You merely melted in the gentle suffocating warmth that surrounded you.

· “… If you want romantic love, yet don’t want it in the moment, you are valid. If you don’t want romance at all or ever, that is valid too. And friendships do not merely exist to morph them into partnerships. Aristotle spoke much on the subject. He spoke of how there are different kinds of friendship just as there are different kinds of love. Friendships are necessary to get a better view of the world, even if one had the whole world in the palm of their hand, it would mean nothing without friends, companionship. You are valid, Y/N.” He hugged you tighter, trying to show he was there for you.

· He let you go, letting you take a step back. Taking one last deep breath those tears finally stopped flowing. “s-sorry.” “Hmm? Care to elaborate? I see no reason for you to do so.” “I-I… I’m aromantic, and… your comment just really got to me.” “Then, I believe I should be apologizing. I didn’t realize those words would hurt you so.” “E-exactly, you didn’t know.” “Yet, they still hurt. Just because I knew not the damage they’d bring dose not numb the pain any less.” “… yeah.”

· To your confusion he turned around�� He was changing masks? He only ever turned around like this when doing so. When he turned back to face you the chocolate bar was partly unwrapped. “I accept and return your love, Y/N.” “Thank you.” Cheerily he snapped a piece off and popped it into his mouth… somehow. You still had no idea how he ate or drank with those things on. “So, shall we go to my lab for the evening? We have much research to do.” “Hmm? I’m not starting any new plays, Kiyo.” “No, not for that. To search for examples of aromantic orientation through history. Very few examples spring to mind on the subject and I’d like your help remedying that.” “Kiyo.” You couldn’t bring yourself to speak for a moment. You just… took in how overwhelmingly happy and relieved you felt. “Yeah, I’d love to help you. Let’s go.”

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lokispettigerr · 6 years ago

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Room 214: Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Female Reader (NSFW SMUT)

Fic Request by: @i-want-my-na-me-back I am so excited about posting the full fic and hope that it is everything you wanted it to be! Thank you so so much again, for sending your requests to my ask box. <3

Summary: Female reader is an aspiring actress. One evening after a play that he attended she approaches him to ask if he can help her with some of her lines and technique– he kindly obliges… Tom has no idea what he is agreeing to, and they are both in for a real treat. Word Count: 2593

Warnings: None???? IDK, you might die???? RIP???

A/N: Sewww, dear gods, I am scared to post this. First time writing Daddy Hiddles (sorry, I don’t refer to him as that in the fic), hope you all enjoy it! Please, with a big ol’ cherry on top of my head, leave me some of your lovely feedback. You all are so good at that!

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“Excuse me, Tom Hiddleston” my index and middle finger tapped his broad shoulder, and he turned from his conversation to see who had called out his name.

“Hi, yeah, I was wondering if maybe you would give me a few acting pointers...I’m Y/N.” I held my hand out to him, and he took it to shake. His hand felt so good clasping my own, it dwarfed mine and was unusually rough with a shiny, white scar at the webbing between his index finger and thumb. For a moment, it appeared as if recognition flashed through his eyes… Did Tom remember me? We were often crossing paths in one way or another as we were both deeply involved and supportive of the acting world. We had many mutual friends, and I often caught a gaze from his mystic eyes from across the room at galas or parties, but we had never really had many close interactions.

“Uh, yeah, I think we can manage something like that.” he responded, still holding my hand. “What do you say I finish up here and we meet upstairs, rehearsal room 214 in an hour?” he winked, his head tilted towards me to hear my answer over the crowd of people talking.

“Perfect!” I exclaimed excitedly, “See you”, I turned on my heel, my hips swaying as I walked away. I glanced over my shoulder at Tom thinking to see his muscled back towards me, but instead he was watching me intently as I walked away, talking to someone half-heartedly.

Knowing he was watching me made my pulse jump, and it took my full concentration to continue walking behind the curtain and down the steep steps of the stage.

My heels clicked as I walked back to my locker to riffle through my purse hoping to freshen up before meeting with Tom and review my script. Luckily, I found a quiet, private corner in the building, tucked underneath a wooden stairwell. My concentration was all wonky because Tom kept interrupting my thoughts. My mind went back to the way he held my hand, the way his penetrating gaze looked not just at me, but through me, and the way he had watched me intently as I had walked off the stage and back behind the curtain. I would read my lines all the way through the first page not, remembering anything, and have to begin again.

I glanced at my pink and gold watch, and jolted up from the corner. It had been an hour and I was supposed to meet Tom upstairs!

I grabbed my bag and script hurriedly, and took the stairs two at a time, dashing up them, a huge feat in heels. I rounded the corner and barreled into Tom standing in front of the door to the rehearsal room.

“Whoa, are you alright there?” he grabbed my arms, steadying me like the gentleman he was, his eyes showing his concern for me, a small, shy smile on his lips.

I huffed, trying to slow my breathing, “Yeah, ah, sorry, I was just trying to make it up here, the time got away from me”.

He chuckled, amused and released my arms, squeezing them before letting go.

“Alright then, let’s get to it”, he turned opening the door and stood holding it for me, ushering me into the room warmly.

I nodded once in thanks, not making eye contact, a blush on my cheeks from both the run and my embarrassment.

“May I take a peek at your lines?” He asked me, holding out his fingers.

“Yes, yes, of course, sorry sorry” I said quickly, my hand dashed into my bag, and my fingers closed around the folded, thick script.

His smile never faded, and he constantly appeared to be on the verge of laughter. Sensing my embarrassment he kept it to himself, but his eyes continued to smile, even as he read.

His glasses would fall intermittently, and his long, middle finger would dart up to slide them up his pointed nose, and every now and then an “Mmm” would escape his lips as he nodded slowly.

“This is a great part, really, you’re lucky to have it”, he said as he handed me back the script.

“What seems to be the problem you are having?” he crossed his arms, his brows furrowing as he waited for my response.

“Well” I gulped, nervously, looking down at the paper, “I am just really having trouble portraying romance to the audience through my character”.

Tom nodded, empathy etched on his face.

“I know I shouldn’t have trouble,” I continued, “but this is actually my first time acting romantically with someone, and I am finding it to be rather difficult”.

“That is completely understandable,” he pushed his glasses up his nose as he looked down searching his thoughts, “have you kissed them yet?” he continued, quickly, not taking a pause, “sometimes that helps you relax a little bit”.

“Not yet.” I smiled sheepishly.

“May I?” he asked, not waiting for my answer.

I had barely the chance to nod when Tom grabbed my face, passionately planting a kiss on my lips. Tom’s long fingers perfectly cupped the back of my neck as he drew me in. His sculpted nose was pressed into my cheek, and my breasts were against his chest.

The script slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a sharp clack, but Tom didn’t pull away, instead he deepened the kiss and my head began to swim. I was high from his close proximity.

My hand traveled up his rigid abdomen, my knuckles scraping against his chest and he hummed, deep blue silk against my swollen lips. My fingers kept their exploration towards his hair, burying themselves there, twisting the soft, silky tendrils between my fingers.

As our heads moved, to a love song that only we heard, his tongue parted my lips and he breathed me in as I sighed, his tongue exploring its new territory.

His hand traveled from its perch at the back of my neck down to my heaving breasts and he began to squeeze me, my womb twitching and tingling with each touch, my nipples tightening through my bra.

“Tom”, I mumbled against his petal lips.

“Mmm?” he didn’t stop, only deepened his kiss.

“I think—” I couldn’t think though, I was lying, “I think, we need” smooch, smooch, “…to stop”.

Tom’s lips left mine, leaving mine flush and swollen, yearning for his kisses against them again.

“Right” he replied, shortly, smoothing his hair, briskly, then reaching his hand out to smooth mine, but dropping it. Tom eyes lowered, shifting back and forth, searching his thoughts, “Its strange, Y/N, but I have been watching you for sometime now. I find myself searching for you in a crowd, wherever I go…” His eyes returned to my face, and I could see how much my presence grounded him, “Have you not felt my eyes on you from across the room when we are with our friends?” He watched me, expectantly, his eyes glistening. In truth, I had felt him watching me.

I bent down, reaching for the script that had fallen to the floor, but Tom’s hand got to it first, his fingers hitting mine, jolting them, electricity surging through us. My eyes trailed slowly up Tom’s body, finally meeting his gaze, “I have been watching you too, Tom”.

He rubbed his lips, pleased with himself, trying to hide a smile. “Erm, what’s next now then?”

The pages fluttered as he pulled the script towards him.

“I um, have to take my clothes off in front of the audience, do you uh, have any pointers for that, Tom?”

He cleared his throat loudly, his long middle finger shifting his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Erm, yeah, I do.” he replied, calmly, his eyes giving nothing away.

“I think it helps to have a song in your head that calms you, or perhaps, erm just a scene that soothes you, and remember it isn’t you on the stage” he paused, “no, not really, it is the person you are playing.” his eyes were searching the floor,and his arms were crossed.

“Now, try it out then, if you’re comfortable”. He strode to a chair behind him, pulling it towards me, sitting in it, his legs in opposition to one another, his hands resting on the tops of his thighs.

Gods, he looked delicious, like a god sitting there in all his golden splendor. He was practically glowing in front of me. Why did he have to sit like that??

I looked down, unbuttoning my fitted blouse, feeling self-conscious.

“No,” he rumbled, “look at me”.

My eyes slowly, slowly rose, and I continued to unbutton my shirt, my fingers fumbling with the tight buttons. When it was free, I straightened my arms and the shirt slid down my bare skin, falling to the floor.

“Keep going?” I asked, unsure.

“Keep going” he echoed. His slender hand, moved slightly, from resting on his leg to cover his pant zipper.

I shimmied my hips, removing my skirt and it fell to the floor joining my forsaken blouse.

Tom’s eyes were my captive audience, ever watchful, hypnotized even-- studying each curve my body possessed.

Without me realizing it, I was walking towards him, quickly, my feet gliding across the floor, my breasts bouncing.

He had expected this and his hands reached for me, and I sat down straddling his legs, my breasts coming towards his face-- close enough for him to bury his face in them.

His aquamarine eyes trailed down my body, mesmerized, and his hands rested at the apex of my wide hips. His fingers groping gently at my ass. Without thinking, I unzipped his pants. My fingers pushed through the flimsy opening, as the teeth of the zipper bit at my skin, trying to stop their covetousness. He was completely erect, his dick throbbing between my soft, cold fingers. He watched my hand, his eyes wide with wonder. I grabbed him behind his neck, lacing my fingers in his curls, and pulled his face towards my own, my lips invoking passion within us. Energy was rising. Our hearts were beating together in our erotic excitement, and his hand went from my hip, down to his pants, moving them out of the way to free his confined, hard length. It came close to reaching my navel, and was dripping slightly with a warm, wet trickle. I placed my thumb on the head of it and rubbed the liquid around, trailing slippery circles on the tip.

Tom’s breathing was ragged, and he watched my face as I traced the circles, swirling my thumb around and around. In his arousal, he would shift his hips, pressing his dick into my fingers.

My fingers closed around his shaft, and I moved up off his lap, so his entirety could enter me.

“Wait, Y/N.” he rasped, finding it hard to stop. “Yes?” I wondered what he wanted… Did he not want me? Were we really only working on acting right now? It seemed all so real, this had to be real, right? It was all just Tom acting?

“Do you want me to stop? Do you not want me?” The words poured from my mouth, and I felt a flush rising to my cheeks. My eyes burned as I held back tears of rejection, my throat swelling painfully from the effort.

“No, no, can I just,” he trailed off, taking his length and instead of sliding it deep within me he placed the tip on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I gasped from the pleasure shooting through my hips, and jerked back. My eyes going wide. “Oh, yes, ooo,” he said, swirling the tip around in tight circles.

My opening was so wet, the liquid began to coat my lips.

While he rubbed his tip on my clit, his length became more rigid and grew, and it poked into me painfully. In anticipation of this, Tom guided my hips back further-- up higher to allow for the extra growth. Without warning, he pushed into me. His large cock catching on my wet walls, my lips pulling with him as he edged deeper and deeper within me.

“Oh, Tom.” I whispered, my lips grazing his ear. I began to pump my body up and down, my head falling back, hair swaying as I moved.

Tom continued to hold me, his hands helping guide my hips up and down on his shaft. My juices could be heard as they soaked and coated him, making a “slurping, slapping” sound as I repeatedly took him within. He was so big that his head rammed into the solid wall of my cervix and I cried out, my mouth opening, and my brows knitting on the brink of pain and pleasure. He ignored any pain though and continued to push into my end, but I didn’t want him to stop. “The way you look,” he bit his lip, “god, you feel so completely tight, how could you possibly be this tight?”

I smirked, gently removing his glasses, placing them to the side.

He glanced down at my heaving breasts, his hands moving up my hips to cup and massage them. “Look, at these breasts”, he breathed, closing his eyes, “Ah, shit. I’m close, ahhh, so close, unghh.” I reached down to rub my swollen clit, blood pulsing behind it. “Oooo” I cried out, as his length deepened, he pushed his hips up. His cock pushing, pushing. “That’s right, Y/N, touch yourself for me, you look so sexy.” He couldn’t control himself any longer, and began fucking me hard and fast, panting, his hair falling loose, and spreading around his face. “Ooof, ooh, so close” he grunted out, “so close, oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” he said, quickly, not breaking between words. He let out a growl as his seed squirted into me, he was so deep I could feel the hot liquid gush against the opening of my cervix. I came then, feeling his heat mingling with my own. My head shooting back, my jaw slackening as I cried out, hopelessly, uncontrollably coming undone for him.

We continued to sit with me in his lap, straddling his legs.

I cradled his head in my arms, pulling his cheek to my breast, my chin resting on the top of his head. He smelled like vanilla and leather and the smell left me feeling relaxed and slightly dazed.

All too soon, he was lifting my hips, easily, and sliding out of me.

We both stood and dressed. “I have to go, Y/N. But I want to keep seeing you-- I have to keep seeing you.” he said, pulling his pants back up and zipping them.

I nodded, “Me too” I agreed, my finger rubbing my full lips, thoughtfully. He smiled, “tomorrow then darling, meet me at the Tea House on the corner of Main and 9th”. “It’s a date!” I beamed at him, grabbing my bag to head out of Room 214. As I turned the corner, Tom called to me, his voice muffled through the walls, coming closer, “Y/N?” I stopped, turning to find Tom’s arms closing around me in a warm embrace. He hugged me, rocking us back and forth, his face buried in my hair. “Tomorrow then…” he murmured into my hair, then let go. I walked away my skin tingling from his apparent adoration and intimacy, and with butterflies in my stomach.

BONUS: How I imagined him sitting watching you undress.

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catherinekaida-blog · 5 years ago

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30 odd facts about beeb boop

give or take a few! here we go

Catherine Kaida was born June 13th in Brentwood Heights, Los Angeles, California, United States.

This means she is a Gemini, and it does not mean she places stock in zodiac stuff, which she thinks is a whole lot of nonsense. She’s also an ESTJ, 4w5, and Choleric.

She doesn’t place much stock in unsubstantiated superstition in general. Supernatural matters are an entirely different issue, and Catherine believes wholeheartedly in matters of the unexplained and is very interested in what they are capable of.

Her family consists of her father Rei and one older sister, Marianne. Rei is the CEO of Astrova Inc., a famous robotics corporation and he is also known as being a former SHSL Robot Combatant. He is a fairly big deal in the United States, and Catherine is employed at Astrova as well.

Marianne deserves her own fact. She is Catherine's older sister by one year, and she has... well, an interesting relationship with her sibling, I'll just say that. As of now, she is a quite successful Hollywood actress.

She is mixed, half-Japanese on her father's side and (mostly) half-Norwegian on her mother's.

Catherine is a transhumeral, transtibial amputee, which means that her arm below the elbow and leg below the knee are both missing, with prosthesis in their place. This is absolutely no secret, and she has been fairly open about her life as a double amputee and has spoken about disability rights and accessibility in the workplace.

She delivered a TED talk about accessibility in the workplace and the role of robotics in ensuring a better future for humanity. It mostly serves as educational material for individuals in robotics and as a gotcha for debates on transhumanism by self-aggrandizing individuals on internet forums.

Catherine has quite the social media presence, and has a few million followers on Twitter where she posts about her latest projects and contributions to engineering.

She has a bachelor’s/master’s degree in mechanical engineering and is currently working on a PhD. This was achieved with a touch of nepotism as her father was a benefactor of the university she addended, the California Institute of Technology.

She has a great fondness for animals, and her family has owned several Borzois in particular. She owns two, Nikola and Babbage, who live on her estate, also currently in Los Angeles. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, it seems.

In terms of favourite animals, she loves hawks, magpies, cephalopods, and canids, of course. Fish are also faves - she loved going out into nature as a child and to this date believes studying animal movement is important for engineers. Catherine was especially fascinated by octopi, and loved to witness them on one of her family’s many trips to aquariums when she was young.

Despite her current image, she was quite the wild child. Catherine took the entire “be assertive” thing too far and would talk back and speak her mind whenever she had the chance - partially because she hated being condescended and partially because she wanted to establish respect for herself.

Cath was one of those people ahead of the curve even as a child (never mind that her parents shelled out for the best education possible), so her advanced knowledge for her age caused people to view her as a novelty. She really hates receiving this sort of treatment and still does, but chilled out considerably as she aged.

I actually have a voiceclaim for her! Amber Grey as Persephone in Hadestown.

She cannot sing nearly as well as the above fact may imply. Because of her family’s strong acting tradition both Kaida siblings were sent to theatre courses, but Marianne was far better at it than Catherine, ho was disposed to overacting to the point she chewed the scenery up thoroughly whenever she was on-stage in the hammiest way imaginable. Thing was, she took this entirely seriously and believed she was doing an amazing job. This still carries over to her present personality. Subtlety, she knows not.

Her dream role is Javert from Les Miserables, who she auditioned for once at a school play.

She got the role of Eponine instead because the school gave top roles based solely on how popular the student was and how prominent their families were. This wound up with her playing the role exactly as she would have done Javert, which would become one of her greatest embarrassments. There exist recordings of young, red faced Catherine Kaida belting out “On My Own” with all the subtlety of a JCB in her family’s archives.

She absolutely adores tokusatsu. It was her primary interest growing up, and she still has an incredibly soft spot for it - Kamen Rider, Cyborg 009, Godzilla... all subgenres appeal to her, but she especially loves super sentai shows.

She prefers savory/umami food and absolutely adores Japanese cuisine - on the chances when she was able to visit her extended family in their home country, one of the things she’d look forward to most would be their cooking. She’s especially fond of noodle dishes and tempura.

As if it wasn’t already obvious, she’s painfully rich. Catherine’s... marginally better about being charitable than her parents and has donated a large potion of her income to charity, but she still thinks that $99 gold ice cream is a worthwhile investment. Please stop her.

She doesn’t listen to music that often but does have a collection of old movie soundtracks - she prefers podcasts or news reports when she’s going about her routine.

Catherine’s fashion sense tends towards vintage chic (1930s-1940s especially), and she’s very fond of 1940s noir style, thus her outfit. Most of her clothes are custom made (partially for accessibility, partially because she has Very High Standards), but she does like to source the odd actual vintage piece. Usually, these are just worn on special occasion.

Catherine’s hair is dyed, and its natural colour is a reddish-brown shade. She gets it done professionally because she always ends up making a mess if she attempts to do it herself, and she wears the hat in part to cover up her roots when they start to show.

She’s also very fond of wearing cosmetics - vintage chic just like her fashion sense - and at minimum puts on BB cream and contour when going out. More extravagant looks are not uncommon, however.

Catherine in her personal life has a reputation for coming off as intense - she’s clearly extremely passionate and knowledgable about her job, but this comes at the expense of human relations. Those who talk to her remark that she deserves much of the credit she’s given, but that comes off as surprisingly brusque and no-nonsense. This doesn’t come through in her professional life as much because interactions there are typically rehearsed, but it’s known to be notoriously difficult to get close to her.

It’s also notoriously difficult to center interviews around anything regarding her personal life. Those that know her would glean the basis - where she was born, her family, the fact that her mother passed away some-odd years ago under mysterious circumstances, but attempts to push deep into her personal life are all for naught and she gets very irritated if people try.

Catherine can be very, very single-minded, as can be clearly shown during several events in her backstory. What are they? Well, time will tell.

As much as her public image may imply otherwise she’s a bit of a bleeding heart and cares for people more than her exterior gives away. She’s just very, very bad at showing it. Will she ever get over her reservations? Time will also tell.

Her greatest wish is for understanding. What sort? Who knows with her!

#out of scrap #about cath #30 facts

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rewoundcircuit · 6 years ago

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Chapter 5 | Sleeping Beauty

( tw: blood, impalement )

“Kuromaru-san, come on up.”

There's nothing forceful about what's occurring right now (at least compared to plenty of other things that have happened in this station) but there's a chill that is sent down all your spines when he calls her up. You watch as he guides her up onto the stage and to the wheel.

“Just give it a good spin and something'll happen. For the record, all of you bozos are going to have to do this too, so pay attention, alright?”

You watch with bated breath as Nezumi spins the wheel after a bit of time and thought, and it goes at a blazingly fast speed. It feels like forever before it begins to slow down, and once it finally stops at a point in the wheel, you suddenly see every area of the wheel flash in bright lettering:

[ Have Something About You Publicly Revealed! ]

It is not long before all the screens on the wheel change to show some kind of security camera footage. Though they are limited by the fact that the visuals are being displayed on a circular field of vision that is divided into ten different sectors by virtue of how the wheel is set up, the images it shows are still clear enough to have an understanding of what's happening.

In the SHSL Barista Research Lab, it looks as if the place is completely empty before Nezumi herself enters the room. She's scanning her surroundings before she goes up to all the machinery behind the counter. She looks as if she's searching for something, hands on one thing and then the next, and perhaps she was getting too rough and forceful with her investigation when one of the machines breaks with a SNAP and it falls apart, a useless clutter of pieces on the ground. There's a clatter to the ground as well as a spill of the milk from inside splurging out and onto the ground. It's an utter mess in there.

The screens transition back to their previous state in their many shades of blue and the following text shows up next on it:

[ Rule #3: Violence against Monokuma and/or Monomi is strictly prohibited, as is destruction of property. ]

The text blinks and then you hear a sharp noise that breaks the air.

The tick on the wheel suddenly spikes out, lancing through the theme park actress as she stands there with a look on her face that registers as shock but soon that too changes as she tries her best to grin and bear it.

“...H-Heh, waddya'know? You can hardly feel it once it gets in... and that part only felt like a...prick...”

Blood has begun to stain her clothes from the impact, and you can still see the improvised weapon piercing through her as she looks towards you all with an almost light-hearted smile on her face. The calm on her face provides a sharp dissonance to the gruesome sight before you all, and soon the tick's blade retracts back and out of her, leaving her to collapse into a heap.

Nezumi Kuromaru Himawari Oshiro, the Super High-School Level Theme Park Actress, has been punished.

#rwc #chfive #normdays #monokuma #nezumi #nezumideath #plot #blood tw ----#impalement tw ----

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tragic-juliet-archived · 6 years ago

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v; SHSL Actress

The invitation came as a surprise to the rest of her family, as Kizana had been scouted by hope's peak almost through chance. She had no fame outside her home town to proceed her, and was spotted by a representative who attended one of her elaborately put on plays. It wasn't just her mere performance that caught his attention, however, but the amount of detail put into the stage decorations, the creative interpretations of a play most would think overdone.

It was against her parents wishes that she attended the academy - as they had thought of her pursuit of the arts being nothing than a hobby that would fade away with time. Yet, she still remains - pursing her ultimate dream above everything else in the world.

#look I made a DR verse are you guys proud #its like...everything is the same but she's attending hope's peak lol #v; SHSL Actress

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shslotokoyaku-blog · 6 years ago

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its intro time.. babey

hey there im britt (she/her) and i love to Party.. im super glad to be here and lookin forward to having a real good time with yall !!!

my character is kei fukuyama, shsl otokoyaku !! (to sum up what that is if youre curious - she’s an actress in the takarazuka revue, an all female musical theater troupe, an otokoyaku specifically being the one who plays the male roles)

will your oc recognize kei?

if your oc follows the theater scene, there’s a pretty solid chance they’ll know who she is!! she’s gained a lot of traction in the takarazuka scene, for being so skilled in spite of being relatively new to the troupe, and shes got quite a number of fans

actresses in the revue who’ve been acting for seven years or less are considered underclassmen, and are typically only given minor roles in the troupe’s performances. there is, however, one night in each show’s run where the underclassmen are given the bigger roles - the shinjin kouen (for anyone looking at her about page and reading the bio and going “britt what the heck is this!!” this is, what that is). kei, who is considered an underclassman, has gotten all of her major roles from these nights

her first big role was as don lockwood in singin’ in the rain, while her most recent was as erik in phantom (not andrew lloyd webber’s musical)

she also did a handful of commercials for various things as a kid like... ten years ago but the chances of your oc recognizing her from those is very unlikely

ooc things

im totally ok with art of kei and in fact will cry forever if you draw her... my one request is that you keep it sfw please!!

im down for shipping but its.... gonna be tricky mostly bc of her job but. hey shes far away from the troupe in Murder Town so who knows??? but also shes just kind of. a lot sometimes

i’ll generally only take about three public threads at a time bc tumblr is.... a nightmare, but i’ll take plenty of private threads... yee haw

im always down for plotting interactons and threads and whatnot!! give me those sweet sweet chara interactions

Fun Kei Facts(tm)

she’s really fond of birds and horses!! she doesn’t really have the time to have any pets but she appreciates them from afar nonetheless..

plays the piano really well !!

her parents are pretty accomplished in the movie industry, and were a big part in kei’s desire to be an actress, even if she does so on the stage rather than the silver screen (for the time being, at least)

she doesn’t use the internet a whole ton, and is... not great with technology. she’s terrible at video games

drinks a lot of tea and water, she’s never touched a coffee in her life

does that anime oujo-sama laugh. you know the one

#OffStage;

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yum-yummers-ocs · 6 years ago

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Introduction: Kurako Miyama

SHSL: Broadway Actress Age: 17 Nationality: Japanese Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Height: 5′7″ / 170 cm Weight: 145 lbs / 63 kg Chest: 94 cm / 37″ Likes: Vocal warm ups, Shakespeare, Feeling warm Dislikes: Being yelled at, Manipulative people, Violence Birthday: June 23rd Blood Type: A+ ((This AMAZING sprite was done by a real great artist, @tatoronpa ))Summary of Personality: Kurako is a huge pushover, she’s timid and overall extremely paranoid. Although Kurako generally believes everyone she comes across will soon grow to dislike her; she still tries extremely hard to not be an “eyesore”. On stage, however, Kurako changes completely, loud and confident with every word and note she speaks; she always leaves a great stage presence before and after every show. Once you get her talking about her work, though, it will be clear that her shy and timid nature melts away just as quickly as when she gets on stage!

#Kurako Miyama #fangan oc #toris ocs #yum yummers ocs

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melancholic-cloud · 7 years ago

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To The Point | Ren | Re: Nao, Matsuo, Hoshimi

"Hoshimi is right, it's just as possible the answer to the question is what I said it was before the tests were even conducted. Faking handwriting isn't actually hard, something as simple as holding the pen or pencil differently can alter your handwriting. She's literally the only person currently incapable of writing, anyone else can't be cleared like that. But I'll tell you a few who could be." "Lucian, for example. The guy can barely stand and you're trying to suggest that, what, he somehow turned the tables on Tsujiguchi-san after she supposedly planned to kill him? And you're calling us idiotic?" Ren gives Nao an utterly unimpressed stare. "Look, I know you think making an anime villain face and laughing inappropriately is super scary and intimidating, so I'm sorry to have to break it to you that it's not. It's trite, and you're a weak, pathetic excuse for a jackass, who I could snap over my knee. Frankly I've faced people and situations that make even your level of bullshit look like a walk in the park. So it's really just kind of obnoxious and sad to watch you assume you're the smartest, most dangerous person in the room. Now, setting aside the fact you just explained how you could have created the locked room - thanks for that by the way, I wasn't sure you'd be stupid enough to do it when I first suggested the fishing line instead, but you really came through - you also just implied an accusation towards one of the only people here who definitively couldn't have done this. As for the letters, yeah finding out there were two copies definitely raises more questions, but I'd also like to draw attention to the point that Krupin just said both were found in Tsujiguchi-san's room. So even if we were to accept the absurdly convenient premise that she wrote them for a murder she was planning, that would mean neither was delivered. In other words, whoever her intended recipients were wouldn't have known to show up." "We can talk increasingly convoluted theories for hours if we want to, but that's exactly what the killer wants. Now listen, Hoshimi mentioned process of elimination, which is also something I've been thinking about, although it sounds like we got different results. Hoshimi and Lucian are each physically incapable of committing this murder, and would be more likely to talk one another out of killing someone rather than do it together. Krupin and Seiichi both know that if they kill again and get away with it, the rest of us die. Can anyone say they honestly believe that Krupin would let Fran die? That Seiichi would let me die? That either of them would be willing to let Yun die? You'd need to be a much worse monster than either of them have shown themselves to be for that. Sasaki has been actively working towards, and making progress on, an alternate means of getting us out of this game. They have no reason to kill anyone, and are one of the few people whom Tsujiguchi-san had no reason to target. I don't think I even need to explain why Yun isn't a suspect, and I'm fairly certain I've made it abundantly clear by now that I have no intention of killing anyone in this game, and I'm more than capable of incapacitating someone without killing them even if I were attacked. So, who does that leave? Fran, Aisaka-san, Morita, and Tsujiguchi-san herself." "So let me just point out that between the locked room and the knife in her hand that matched half her wounds, it's obvious we're meant to consider the idea that she did this herself, but let me ask you this- if she did kill herself, why? And why do it like this? Why stage this painful, elaborate setup? To get us to point fingers at each other? To frame someone? If that were the case, why the locked room? If she wanted it to obviously be a murder, she wouldn't have set the door to lock, and she wouldn't have held onto the knife. More importantly, her body was obviously moved, that much can be shown by the trail of blood leading to her head. Not to mention the object used to hit her over the head and kill her wasn't in the room with her. So, who moved her body? Who moved the murder weapon? Who moved and hid evidence? Why lock the door? Why are there so many questions left here? Because she didn't do this to herself, she couldn't have. The murderer just hoped we'd waste time on that theory, so let's do ourselves and Tsujiguchi-san a favor and not do that. Now, back to the remaining three: Fran, Aisaka-san, Morita. Fran has an alibi, although I'll admit that being vouched for by your boyfriend who has previously committed a murder isn't the most solid excuse in the world. It's hard to think of any other concrete proof that Fran is innocent here, but he also didn't have a reason to do any of it, and I definitely do not believe it was him. As for Aisaka-san, she was one of the few people still on relatively good terms with Tsujiguchi-san, and has shown no previous inclination towards violence, although given that she's the SHSL Actress there's always the possibility she's been acting all along. Still, I personally consider that very unlikely, and will say that no, I don't believe it was her either. So, by process of elimination, Morita is the most likely, if not the only, suspect remaining."

#Suu #submission

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fanganronpa-aesthetics · 7 years ago

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SHSL Takarazuka actress w/ roses, 70s shoujo manga, w|w, elaborate costumes, and stage performances and her colors are teal, lavender, white, and gold

I just posted it, Tumblr wont let me tag you though

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createurs · 7 years ago

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♤ Actress ((I was inspired, ok?))

Send me a ♤ to have me write a drabble of my muse as a SHSL ??

Iruma was the type of actress that craved the spotlight-- She’d snag the center stage at any given moment. Besides, she saw it as a win-win situation. It gave her a chance to be center stage while probably giving revenue or whatever shit plays and stage performances needed to reach. Quotas didn’t concern her. Before auditioning for each role she sought after, the girl would stay up for endless hours memorizing the role. She wanted to embody it. Not only was she fucking amazing at portraying a character, but her hot body would surely contribute to the success of a play.

Auditioning was grand, but the real meat of it all was the moments before she walked on stage. That adrenaline right before a performance always made her feel all hot. Yes, it was that rush that truly made the lack of sleep worthwhile. Iruma ran her hands over her short red dress, dramatically pushing her hair behind her as black heels loudly announced her entrance. She counted down the seconds until it was her cue. Frankly, she couldn’t wait to show the audience a good time. The other actors were okay, but it was Iruma who scored the center role. She could tell they were jealous, but it wasn’t like she cared.

Her efforts were always worth it. She spoke each line with gusto and her movements were always rather distinguishable, making her a unique actress in the field. At the end of the play, the audience stood up and clapped loudly. Hell, she could even see tears in their eyes that had been glued onto the star. Hah. It was amazing. Iruma bowed, waving to the audience before departing the stage for herself. The thrill of the attention was what kept her going. Damn. She was meant for this position.

#{;; asks }#rockingmusician #iruma would be a great actress lol

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qinqxuan · 7 years ago

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Neige Sinclair/Lunaire Calla--SHSL Thespian

Name: Neige Sinclair (real name) Lunaire Calla (stage name and alias)

Talent: The Ultimate Thespian (Drama/Theatre Actress)

Birthday: December 1

Age: 17 Years Old

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Lunaire has a huge obsession in theatrical works- her main source of entertainment as well as reason for procrastination. She appears charismatic and bubbly to people who have only recently came to know her, and she maintains this outward appearance whenever she puts on a show. She does enjoy genuine laughter and the simple presence of people she considers acquaintances, but her whims and thoughts, which she hardly confides in others with, are much more complex than that. The more one comes to be with her, the more she differs from her original demeanor. In actuality, she is far from an extrovert- she is an ambivert, and does need time to unwind by herself, opting out of events at times. To some, she comes off as a too flamboyant, as she expresses no fear in flaunting herself. After all, a good show is all that matters to her. Her stage presence is incredible, as she is always the one to set the mood before and during a show. Lunaire pours her heart out in her work, being so obsessed and in sync with her roles at times that she often takes on her character’s personality for the sake of fun. “If not for the theatre-” she claimed once- “I might as well be dead!”

She much prefers plays and musicals over movies, but this is mostly because she enjoys gauging the attitude and mood of the audience when she gets the opportunity to perform live. Her dream is to inspire strong emotions into others with her acting, and make them feel either great hope or despair from or for her character. She describes her experiences on stage and in the audience as true magic, and the actors as the mages. To her, stages are where fantasies come to life, best carried smoothly by the gentle carriage of song. Acting is her talent, hobby, passion, career, and life, and she finds nothing else as important, not even herself (she feels purposeless without her title), her goal to be seen positively from others (she wouldn’t have to concentrate on that if she has her hobby), her friends (truly only acquaintances, she never had someone to trust too deeply other than herself), or her mother, her harsh and only known family. In truth, she has simply forgotten what it feels like to be cherished, and took up an unhealthy obsession in the theatre to replace her need for love. It provides her well because she is able to interact with others, but she never stepped past the line of simple interaction.

Over time, Lunaire was taught that she must numb herself from negativity and criticism if she were to become successful. This, she accomplished, but there is still one word that still hurts her: “useless”. As amazing of a musical actress as her talent allows her to be, it’s truly the only thing she could do well- she is not intelligent; she barely knows anything else other than what she learned from analyzing scripts, nor is she efficient in athletics. Of all fears, she fears being worthless when intellect is needed the most, and this fear strengthens significantly when it comes to the killing game. In times of true desperation, however, Lunaire is capable of turn to lying and acting convincingly pitiful for her own advantage, although she hates using her talent distastefully. In efforts to maintain a good reputation, Lunaire often tries too hard for her own good. It is evident that she is judgmental, a trait that originated from constant competition ever since she was a child, before she even knew her talent. She often compares herself to other people, calculating their worthiness and her own. Of all things, she hates being pushed around, used, or replaced as if she was nothing but a doll. Lunaire is conscious of the people around her and how they think of her, which is the reason why she pushes the “charismatic, humorous, and perverted” persona (one she is able to adopt very well because it’s a large part of theatrical etiquette and her ambivert personality in general, albeit tiring when pushed to an extent, and her talent itself) to fit in. She is unable to comfort people when they cry, and rather tends to avoid them. As a free-thinker, she likes to remain neutral in most situations, thus avoiding becoming too close to other people.

Appearance:

Outfits: Lunaire loves wearing lacy pastel blouses or cropped sweaters, typically accompanied with a dark skirt (and occasionally, suspenders). Her go-to footwear compiles of sparkling black tap shoes and thigh-highs. She usually keeps her high-maintenance wavy bob in a headband or a bow (adapted from her Veronica costume) and hairspray. Chokers are practically an essential for every costume, along with a ton of bracelets. Because she has no piercings, her earrings are always clip-on.

Body Type: She has a curvaceous, triangular body shape.

Markings: A beauty mark on her cheekbone, directly below her right eye; a patch of darkened skin on her left shoulder (birthmark).

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Baby Blue (dyed), Auburn (natural)

Eye Color: Chocolate

Height: 5'5" (165 cm)

Weight: 124 lbs. (56 kg)

Vitals: 35-24-36 (in), 89-61-91 (cm)

Backstory: Born in New York to a single, no-nonsense woman from Normandy, Lunaire was the only child in the family- in fact, she had never known anyone else in her family but her mother. Her name was originally plain, Neige as in snow, because she was born on a day with a “beautiful” snowstorm (which ironically led to difficulties in traveling to the hospital). Lunaire interpreted this as calling her a nuisance, and hated her original name throughout childhood. Her mother wasn’t any better towards her. She neglected Neige’s whims, and gave her toys that always fell in the range of toolboxes, notebooks, instruments- everything that she wouldn’t know how to use unless she was actually taught. There was no spark, and they weren’t even meant to entertain. Her talent itself didn’t even fall in that range.

It all started when she turned five. Neige was made to be a model of perfection for her mother- Neige’s mother primped her and taught her things that she shouldn’t have known until her teenage years, but also forced her into countless activities, classes, and gave her generous punishments because of an unhealthy obsession to grow her child a talent- something she had always dreamed of having, and thus passed on the fantasy to her daughter. Neige had been constantly pushed to the limit from the day she was able to talk. She remembered this well, remembered every scar she collected, along with another quote that had been seared into her mind every time she had a breakdown: “If you give up, then you are of no use to me. You’ll no longer be my daughter; you’ll be unwanted. You will be completely useless.” That became both Neige’s fear and motivation. She was forbidden from making friends- her "education" was more important. She spent her days isolated, acting robotically, doing what she thought was right, and her mother was the judge.

Neige was seven years old when she came across the theatre, and had a particularly desperate need for entertainment. Her mother brought her to a festival as a reward, although her true intention was to flaunt her daughter off to her friends. In the entire festival, the only thing Neige was interested in was the play performed on the stage in the middle of the location, a whole world of magic where everything seemed surreal, where creations were limitless, where you could pretend to be anything without any rules. She gradually came to fall in love with this world of pretend and never dreamed of parting from it until her mother called it useless, preventing her from partaking in any more “nonsensical play”.

Despite so, Neige played pretend in her own time. She closed her eyes and danced with imaginary people, hummed snippets of songs that she heard from beggars who’d play music with their soul, ad-libbed to the melodies she liked most, and acted out random scenes in front of the mirror. She feared her mother just the same, but it was clear to her then that the soulfulness, the jubilance, and the magic she had experienced when seeing the play was something she couldn’t let go just because of a command. Neige’s obsession with the theatre grew until she started to neglect her lessons, until it grew larger than her mother’s for talent. Truthfully, she learned more from the theatre than anything else. It was from there that she learned to act, to understand people as if they were characters from a play, to look at things in many ways- the same way a regular kid might learn from reading books. Everything else unrelated to her one passion had simply went into one ear and out the other. Her mother punished her severely for slacking by pricking her arms with needles until she broke Neige’s resolve and locking her in her room, renewing her terror and reminding her how cruel that her mother could be.

After seven months of impatiently waiting for what she thought was a temporary hobby to fade, she realized that it was set in stone for her to be onstage. She dared to tell her mother of this passion one day, and even bribed her by telling her that it was her talent (something she found was true later)- but her mother thought it was an opportunity wasted, that her mind never wavered from such tomfoolery. She didn’t want her daughter to be a failure, to remain unsuccessful as an artistic fool whose only good was her blind dedication. And yet, it was then that her mother realized that the girl she wanted to create had strayed completely off course from the path she laid down.

When she was hospitalized for an extremely high fever at eight years old, Neige’s mother took the opportunity to leave her behind. Although she was terrified at first and wanted to return home, she was eventually sent to a foster home and adopted her new family’s surname- Calla. Lucky enough for her, her new parents were kind and wanted a child desperately, and allowed her to indulge completely in her passion. Neige took drama classes and was dubbed a natural at acting. “Star material”, she was called- and landed main roles in two school plays she was in. At the age of ten, Neige did something that she still isn’t sure whether or not she regrets- she ran away from her loving foster parents, only keeping their number in case she needed to contact them. Neige was discovered by a theatre troupe- Trail of Comettes- joined them, and began performing under the stage name, Lunaire. It was there that she found her true self, but the effects of her mother’s harsh ways still lingered, and she found it difficult to befriend people. She later began thinking that she didn’t need any- as long as she had the stage, as long as he had her stories, and her imagination, she was okay. The large troupe of a hundred provided schooling, where she was able to learn Japanese in addition to what she already knew: French and English. By twelve, she was a tiny, famed child actress, and despite so, stayed with the troupe. Envious peers were common, but Lunaire kept flashing her cheerful smile- her pride and passion were much more important to her than her fellow actors’ jealousy. She had felt the power of the stage and loved the way she was able to manipulate it with sheer grace. She became the face and piggy bank of the troupe, allowing them to perform worldwide. Although she gained much experience and was able to understand people more through the characters she read about in her scripts, she remained unaware of her money-making role.

At fifteen, she traveled to Japan to perform with fifty other members. There, she was scouted by Kizakura, and her talent was given an official name- Ultimate Thespian. In the end, Lunaire left behind her beloved troupe and went to the prestigious academy, where she could further expand her skill. Bringing with her a case full of her favorite and used scripts and another with her personal belongings, she left her home for the fourth time.

Likes: Theatre, flappers, kittens

Dislikes: Seafood, Mother, her natural hair color

Blood Type: B+

Nationality: French/American

Fun Facts:

Opal is her favorite gemstone!

Heathers is her favorite musical, and the sassy, carefree Veronica is her favorite role.

The Roaring Twenties is her favorite era- she yearns to live as free as a flapper!

She often forgets to take her bracelets off.

Depending on the person, she is either mildly kind towards you or pretends you’re dead. Usually the former.

She wants to try her hand in writing a script.

Her secret is the origin of her true name.

#LUNAIRE CALLA #CALLA LUNAIRE #OC #OCs #Original Character #Neige Sinclair #Sinclair Neige #Danganronpa #Dangan Ronpa #DR OC #Danganronpa OC #dangan ronpa OC

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some-dr-writings · 4 years ago

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Mikan Tsumiki crushing on the SHSL Theatre Actress

· Falling for the Super High School Level Theatre Actress came as naturally to Mikan as falling every other time, very clumsily and seemingly out of nowhere. Even she herself wasn’t sure when, how, or why it happened.

· Could it have been the day you first met? The day she, literally fell for you. Mikan found she hadn’t been getting enough sleep as of late, so she decided to go strolling around the campus grounds to try to tire herself out a little. As she was walking between the endless rows of stone seats which made up the theatron, the abrupt and sudden booming of a voice ringing out from the theater below startled the wits out of her. “Where’s your passion, your drive!? You’ll never be an actor with such a weak will! Now put some effort in or I swear to the god-damn starts above, I’ll run this whole production myself and play.. Every.. Single.. Last.. Role! If I didn’t know any better, I’d have the right mind to say it’s as if no one but me cares about this!”

· Slowly creeping out from her hiding place behind the seats Mikan saw there were some people on the stage. One in particular caught her eye though, a woman. After a person seemed to have read some lines, the woman looking figure snatched the script from them. Mikan was instantly entranced. After taking but a glance at it, she tossed it back to the other person. Then she spoke. Unlike before there was no scalding, unbridled fury, yet so much raw emotion burst forth from her lips. There was this purpose in every last movement, from the twitch of a finger to throwing out her arms amplifying the emotion in that heart stopping performance. Each step had meaning, even the step that threw her off stage!

· ... Wait, what?

· Getting so enraptured in the moment she didn’t realize she was performing just a little too close to the edge of the stage and fell off it! Without even a second thought Mikan leaped from her hiding place and raced for the woman… herself falling in the process and winding up tumbling the whole way down. Truthfully Mikan was used to the feeling and was able to immediately hop up to her feet. You, however, were very thoroughly confused as a pretty yet disheveled looking lady gently lifted you to your feet and told you she was taking you to the nurse’s office.

· Quickly you found yourself laying on a stiff bed with an ice pack wrapped around your head. “Is the bandage too tight? How are you feeling?” Your cheeks flushed a bright pink as you hid your face behind your hands. “Awful! What I said wasn’t wrong, but I yelled at everyone.” Curling up into a ball, you rolled over onto your side wanting to just disappear. “Oh, ah, uh, I’m so sorry!” “Huh, what? Why are you apologizing!?” The nurse girl looked to be a wreak as she just kept apologizing.

· Perhaps Mikan’s crush began because she saw you so often at the nurse’s office. From that moment at the theatron onward, not a day went by where you didn’t have to visit the nurse’s office and Mikan. This pleased and distressed Mikan to no end. She loved getting to help you, but the reason for you coming by so much worried her. It seemed you were always getting into trouble. You were always so willing to help with the more dangerous aspects of prop setup but you never took the proper safety precautions, like not wearing a mask even when sawdust filled the air, or climbing unsteady ladders without a thought, or attempting to lift items that were clearly too heavy for you, and on and on this list of reasons went.

· Even outside of the theater you weren’t any better. Mikan was helping you get to the nurse’s office after you managed to hurt yourself the umpteenth time that week when rehearsing. As you two were walking across a bridge that connected two buildings you hear that high-pitched irritable voice. Hiyoko Saionji. You were going to ignore her since she was on the ground and you on a bridge till you heard that… ‘nickname’ “Pig puke.” “I shouldn’t be surprised; she even talks bad behind your back.” You spoke through gritted teeth under your breath so Mikan just barely caught what you said. “Y-Y/N? Are you hurting?” Then before Mikan could react, you jumped off the bridge. Her scream filled the air as you crashed into and tumbled out of the tree below. “Hey ugly brat! Maybe if you feel such a need to be the living embodiment of shit, you’d actually target someone who’s willing to dish it back and not just take it!” Despite your head ringing and our body absolutely covered in bruises and cuts you managed to stagger to your feet. It was then you actually saw Hiyoko, tears in her eyes. “Really? So you can call people names but when the situation is reversed you cry!? If you can’t take it yourself then don’t treat others that way shit breath.” That was the last thing you got out before Hiyoko ran away crying and you collapsed onto the ground.

· Moments later Mikan was already by your side. “Y-Y/N! Why did you do that!? You’re so hurt!” “I couldn’t just let Hiyoko call you awful names!” “Y-y-you don’t need to bother with something like that for me!” “Mikan! Damn-it why are you like this!? You need to be able to stand up for yourself!” “I-I’m so very sorry!!” “M-Mikan, I’m sorry for yelling at you!” “I’m so sorry for making you yell!” “I’m sorry for making you feel like you have to apologize!” The rest of the day was spent patching you up as you two kept apologizing for apologizing and upsetting the other.

· Maybe… Maybe Mikan got a crush on you because you always so brightly smiled at her when she talked about things she was passionate about. How you seemed to be kind to her, even when she wasn’t doing something you asked her to or wanted. You even listened to her when you weren’t injured or hurt. At first you seemed to shy away, which Mikan would apologize for making you uncomfortable which would get you to apologize for making her think she did something wrong, and you two would just apologize to one another for the rest of the visit.

· After a month or so of visits Mikan noticed how you began to warm up to her, even asking her to hang out during breaks. It was quite strange seeing how bold you were on stage or when angered then at all other times being quiet and shy, to the point of hiding behind Mikan when someone approached the two of you.

· Then after even more time you invited Mikan to watch you in rehearsal. It was always a marvel to watch you on stage, how your shy demeanor melted away as you gave your entire being to your performance.

· Whenever, however or why ever it happened, it was undeniable Mikan had grown a crush on you. She found herself getting so excited and dreading to see you next. She found herself going to every last one of your performances. She found herself getting to rehearsals before you, making sure all of the equipment was in stable condition. She found herself actually eagerly going to you to talk and not the other way around. Undeniably she absolutely had a crush on you. As long as you kept talking to her, as long as you kept so magically calling her your friend, she honestly couldn’t care less if you reciprocated her feelings. Mikan had a crush on the Super High School Level Theatre Actress, and she’d do anything for you.

#danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #dr imagine #dr imagines #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 imagine #danganronpa 2 imagines #dr 2 imagine #dr 2 imagines #mikan tsumiki #mikan x reader #mod gundham #danganronpa2 #super danganronpa 2 #mikan tsumiki x reader

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oumakokichi · 8 years ago

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What do you think about Tsumugi's death in chapter 6? Ive seen many people who are glad she died but i feel like in chapter 6, we try to do all it takes to stop the game thus meaning were saving her as well even after all the things she done. I feel like her death was unnecessary and rushed. Would have preferred seeing her live to be honest. What do you think?

I agree that the best-casescenario for the ndrv3 cast would’ve been seeing an end to the killing gamefrom the perspective where even the “ringleader” behind everything steps downand stops endorsing the killing game. The only way to truly loosen the gripthat the DR franchise had as a series which had instigated 53 seasons ofkilling games would mean slowly undoing its influence and getting as manypeople as possible to stop feeling like this was the true definition of “entertainment”or “hope” or “despair.”

However, I do feel like withTsumugi in particular it was…an impossibility. I personally would’ve lovedseeing Tsumugi live on, but to Tsumugi herself, the only meaning in living atall was in fiction. To her, the identity of “Tsumugi Shirogane” was only onemore character in her ensemble. In order to embrace even herself as acharacter, that means she was kind of already embracing the idea of “death.”

It’s hard to put into wordswhat I mean exactly, but maybe an example like this would work: Tsumugi is likean actress who never stops acting. She lives for the stage and the roles thatshe plays, and even she, the physical person onstage, thinks of herself as justa “character” in the world whenever she steps offstage. If someone were to cometo her and tell her that the “theater” was shutting down, and that there’d beno more characters for her to play, and that she’d have to go back to the realworld without any opportunity to “live” through her plays, then she’d honestlyrather just die. Because Tsumugi-the-person “died” a long time ago in order tobecome Tsumugi-the-acrtress.

There’s a lot in ndrv3 overallabout the world being horrible. Regardless of how much about the meteor showersand apocalypse is true or not, the state of the outside world seems to bepretty damn awful in general, because literally everyone is bored there. Everyoneis looking for some kind of escape. The killing games became so wildly,massively popular because they offered entertainment in a world without appeal.Seeing the characters on-screen fight and struggle to the death and pit theirhope and despair against one another was one of the only things worth livingfor, for Tsumugi and for many others as well.

Chapter 6 opens up with a youngboy named “Makoto” (haha, Kodaka) talking about his experiences in a “schoolfor elites where he’s the only perfectly normal one in his class.” And everyday is just agony. He can’t keep up, he can’t make friends, he can’t possiblymatch up to the expectations of all the super-elite, super skilled students andteachers around him (and all of this is sounding very coded in reserve coursevs. SHSL talents to me), and he quite literally says that living is just unbearable. He’s a kid we can roughlyassume to be in late elementary or middle school, and he’s shown right from thestart of Chapter 6 to be really, honest to god suicidal.

His only escape is into “theworld of fiction.” He has “a certain interest” that provides him with an escapefrom his boring, unbearable, everyday life which makes him want to killhimself, and so he throws himself into it to the point of dependency. We learnlater, of course, that he’s talking about Danganronpa as a franchise, andprobably about the killing game overall too.

If these things ended, he wouldliterally have nothing else to stand on. He wouldkill himself, probably. Because it’s gone beyond the point of just enjoyingfiction or using it to get through a hard time, and gotten instead to the pointwhere everything in his life is so horrible and awful that he literally sees nopoint in going on in a world without this kind of fictional escape.

The situation is meant to bethe same for Tsumugi, and implied tobe the same for most of the other ndrv3 characters, hence why they “signedthemselves up willingly.” Because however the state of the outside world is,clearly there’s this kind of widespread belief, especially if you are “untalented and ordinary” like “Makoto,” thatlife is just not worth living in the outside world. You’re “better off” in theworld of fiction instead. That’s the horror of it: the fictional world of DR,complete with murders, brutality, suffering, and killing games, is seen as the ideal for people who have nothing elseto turn to. Because then things are at least exciting.

At the end of Chapter 6,Saihara and the others manage to convince “the mastermind” (spelled “kuromaku”)that this kind of fiction is not devoid of consequences and not separate fromreality, but a real, vital part of it, which has real impact. Even if to thepeople watching, they seem like little more than fictional characters on ascreen, their suffering is real. The things they’ve been through are real. Andthat does finally change the minds of “the mastermind”—who is not Tsumugi, inthis case, but the audience. The audience themselves, the ones who “engineered”the whole killing game and wanted it to continue, are the ones Saihara appealsto in the end, and the ones who he successfully manages to talk down byspeaking to them through Kiibo.

Meanwhile, Tsumugi is “the ringleader”(spelled “shubousha”). All along, the wording between “mastermind” and “ringleader”was very intentionally different in ndrv3 than it had been in previous DRgames, and it’s specifically because of this key difference. Because whileTsumugi was certainly the ringleader pulling the strings and running the gameas part of a team of producers, she was not “the mastermind.” She could not be talked down like a normalmastermind could, and that, I think, is the main reason why it was impossibleto convince her not to die.

As long as the killing game hada chance of continuing, she would have probably kept going, perhaps infinitely,in one disguise or another. But she wouldn’t really have been “living,” fromher own perspective, because she only sees worth in living through otherpeople, as someone else. She doesn’t have any particular sense of worth or selfas her own person.

And therefore, she tells thegroup that just as they decided to “use their lives,” which are one of the onlythings about themselves they know to be real and not fake, in order to stop thekilling game, she decided to “use herlife” to try and keep it continuing. She abstained from voting just like therest of them, knowing it would get her killed for violating the rules, but shedid it because she suspected that Kiibo, representing the audience, was goingto be the only one to vote “for hope,” and therefore keep the killing gameguaranteed to continue.

But Kiibo doesn’t vote. Theaudience for the first time decided against making the trial a victory foreither hope or despair, and listened to Saihara instead. And so it’s set instone that “the killing game will end,” and Kiibo will put an end to it withhis own hands. And Tsumugi, resigned, calmly tells all of them that “there’s nopoint in living in a world without Danganronpa.”

I’d be fascinated in seeingTsumugi not actually get killed in that execution the same way that Saihara,Maki, and Himiko managed to survive it, but I understand thematically why sheneeded to die, and I don’t really think it was rushed at all. Junko neveractually thought much or planned on dying up until the end where she was like, “hey,my plans all came down to nothing, that’s actually super despair-inducing and Ithink death sounds like a great idea because it’s the ultimate despair you onlyget to experience once.”

But Tsumugi, for all intentsand purposes, “was already dead.” Her only meaning in life was through a superunhealthy form of escape in which she fooled herself into thinking that nothingelse had any meaning at all. Her whole character is one of illusions, escapinginto one story and then the next, never actually feeling much for anything orgetting attached to anything because it’s all just…an act.

But in the end, I think shecouldn’t fool herself entirely—the fact that she couldn’t cosplay any of herfellow classmates, but only the actual, fictional Hope’s Peak characterssuggests that for as much as Tsumugi wanted to think of all her classmates, theentire world, and the killing game itself as something fictional and thereforedevoid of any real-life consequences or impact at all, she couldn’t actually doso. Because if she really had thought of them as entirely fictional, she wouldhave been able to cosplay them no problem. And if she had been able to do so, Ithink she would have, because that would have been the number one, best way toconvince them all “that their lives were fictional and meaningless.”

The fact that she couldn’t doso was the best proof that their lives didhave meaning. They did have real meaning, impact, and consequences, which isexactly the point Saihara argues, both to Tsumugi and the audience. And eventhough Tsumugi would literally rather die than live without being able toescape into her various scenarios anymore, she knew he was right. She tried togo even to her death while representing fiction, wearing her Junko cosplayright to the end. But her execution, unlike Junko’s, winds up being brief—very brief.The cosplay comes off, and all that’s left is just…Tsumugi herself. Lookingvery plain, and very unhappy. That’sthe reality of things, and that’s why her death comes super quickly andmundanely.

Personally, I think Tsumugi isfascinating. She’s an excellent antagonist, and an excellent character, and atthis point she’s probably my favorite female ndrv3 character (sorry Kaede). Hercatbox, her lies, and her switching between personas are all so incrediblyinteresting, and so I would have liked her to live in a surprise twist whereeven the “ringleader” doesn’t get killed because I think it’d have been great.But I can definitely understand why she died, and what point they were trying tomake—the fact that she, representing “despair” at the real world, and Kiibo,representing the “hope” of the real world, both died is very symbolic of the “hopevs. despair” conflict coming to an end in the DR series overall.

This is just my take on it,anyway. It was very fun to write about this; I honestly love Tsumugi a lot, she’ssuch an interesting character!

#ndrv3 #drv3 #new danganronpa v3 #tsumugi shirogane #shirogane tsumugi #ndrv3 spoilers //#my meta #okay to reblog #i still can't wait for the localization to hit so tsumugi gets more content #she deserves so much more art #chillice9

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