#Sou Hiyori kin

[gluttonyedits]

requested by anon: black and red Sou Hiyori rentry graphics

[dear-fictionkin]

tw possible slight mention of abuse?? idk..

Dear Midori,

Or should i say Sou Hiyori? I'm sorry for stealing your name back there. I hope you didn't mind.

I've been so lost without you. I've been wishing to find you again. Although, i lost all hopes.. It doesn't matter. It was probably meant to be this way.

Sometimes, I think of you. I do it a lot, actually. My memories are a bit fuzzy, but...I try to remember the best i can.

Even after all the things you've done to me, I still miss you for some weird reason. I'm not sure if I can forgive you yet, but I miss you and I wish you were here. You really were my only friend.

I don't really know if I can say I've been missing everyone else the same way I've been missing you.

This is really pathetic, I'm actually so embarrassed as I'm writing this, but I cry myself to sleep almost every night because I feel so lonely without you.

I have been looking for you in other people, too. Desperately looking for someone to have at least one of your personality traits. It doesn't work, no one is like you and I've figured it out. You were.... Everything to me. No one is ever going to replace that.

All i can do is wait. I'm waiting. Maybe one day, I'll get to talk to you again.

Speak to you soon (I hope),

(a fictive of) Shin Tsukimi (from yttd/your turn to die/kimi ga shine)

[postage date: October 29, 2023]

[villainkinconfessions]

i did a lot of bad things, i admit. i take everything people say about me in stride with the same smile on my face as i always have. i regret very little of it all. that being said, i NEVER groomed shin. i NEVER forced myself upon him. i NEVER put my hands on him violently. i wasnt that much older than him. he was never a minor in our relationship. i NEVER looked at kanna, or gin, or miss sara like that. i may have few morals, but i never crossed those lines. makes my blood boil. - sou hiyori

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[martapossum]

It's kinda ugly but my girlfriend told me it looks fun so I posting it

[frenchkanna1808]

Random ass memes I did while sad

[momentomori24]

Happy birthday to the wet, pathetic love(s) of my life!!! They get to smile at least for today <33

[moedori]

Here we go again.

https://imgur.com/a/HDeMEjd

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[cyberpunkboytoy]

I desperately wanted to do a Character Inspiration meme for Concuss, which became my motivation to finally redraw his profile art. (Does he look less like a twink now?)

Characters under cut:

Primary inspiration: whoever that one protagonist dude is from the shoujo manga "We Don't Know Love Yet." Concuss is basically a carbon copy of that guy except he looks completely different, and he's an adult, and he's a mech pilot, and he has OCD, and he's gay—

Writing inspiration: Haru from the visual novel "No, Thank You!!!". I only encountered this character years after creating Concuss, but I think he's definitely going to shape how I finally present this kind of protagonist and narrator.

Absolute Rancid Vibes: Sou Hiyori from "Your Turn To Die" (top), Kokichi Ouma from "Danganronpa V3" (bottom). These two are just goalposts for the type of character I was aiming for, or the type of fans I'm expecting him to have. Many mentally ill teens would list all three of them in the kinlist of their cardds.

Violence Man: Yura Beletsky from "Parties are for Losers." Similar category to the two characters above him, without the "mentally ill teens always kin them" infamy. A smiley, secretly intelligent guy with a hidden unhinged side.

[beanieman]

which characters do you think the yttd cast would kin?

Sara Chidouin - Clementine (TWDG Season 4 and 2 in particular.)

Joe Tazuna - Noel (Witches Heart)

Gin Ibushi - Tara (Baldurs Gate 3)

Keiji Shinogi - Bojack Horseman (Bojack Horseman)

Alice Yabusame - Mirabel (Encanto)

Reko Yabusame - Vi (Arcane)

Nao Egokoro - Max Caulfield (Life Is Strange)

Kazumi Mishima - That One Professor In Most Horror Movies That Somehow Knows Very Plot Relevant Information About A Murder That Took Place In 1898 (Most Horror Movies)

Q-taro Burgerberg - Ronald McDonald (Mcdonlads)

Kai Satou - Mama (Cooking Mama)

Kanna Kizuchi - Prim Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Shin Tsukimi - Sou Hiyori (YTTD)

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Jason Dean (Heathers)

Naomichi Kurumada - Alice Yabusame (YTTD)

Anzu Kinashi - Todd (Bojack Horseman)

Mai Tsurugi - I Couldn't Choose A Specific One But She Has "Ace Attorney Witness" Character Vibes (Ace Attorney)

Shunsuke Hayasaka - Just Some Guy (He's the embodiment of Ohio so I don't know what part of his characterization to draw off of here.)

Hinako Mishuku - The Real Hinako (YTTD)

[sl0thonaga]

CH.2 - SYMPATHY FOR A DEAD MAN

Even in death, you will be encased and confined to this place of nightmares. In bleeding, evil metal. The minerals that feed on my bones will feed unto more bloodshed, not peace.

Will you be able to rest here, Shin? Peacefully, and eternally?

His eyes claw deep into Midori's face as he haunts his every step through the facility.

Never. NEVER.

I'll never forget you, even if I'm dead.

Won't you show sympathy for a dying man's body?

Chapter 2 of my Ghost!Shin YTTD Fic: MOMENTO MORI is out!

Words: 5,263 Characters: Hiyori Sou | Tsukimi Shin, Original Hiyori Sou | Midori, Meister (Kimi ga Shine) Relationships: Hiyori Sou | Tsukimi Shin/Original Hiyori Sou | Midori [for this specific chapter] Additional Tags: Kanna Lives | Sou Dies Route (Kimi ga Shine), Grief/Mourning, Ghosts, Trauma, Acceptance, Haunting, Mild Gore, Kugie and Shin are Ghosts, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Character Study, Obsessive Behavior, Fluff and Angst, Edgar Allan Poe References, Introspection

Within the ever-humming, luminescent monitor room, it seems a piece of scrap paper has been inserted roughly into the edge of a familiar book. With an ominous breath of wind, the page falls out.

"I wonder when Hiyori will come back..."

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ASU-NARO

▇▇CONFIDENTIAL▇▇

Shi▇n DIARY ▇▇ :Compiled and Logged by DR. H▅▅▆▅▅ S▅▅U

Ah, broken is the collar red! The spirit flown forever!

Let the bell toll!--a weakling soul floats on the Stygian river;

And, Man of Green, hast thou no tear?--weep now or lie in sin!

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, thy Shin!

Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--

An anthem for the pitiful dead that ever died so young--

A dirge for him the doubly dead in that he died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved him for his mind and hated him for his lies,

"And when he fell in feeble binds, ye blessed him --that he died!

"How shall the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung

"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue

"That did to death the innocent that died, and died so young?"

Through discourse and disclosure; but rave not your composure! Let his corpse belong

Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!

The sweet Shin hath "gone before kin," along Joy, that flew beside

Leaving thee wild for the dear child whose death thy should have decide-

For him, the fair and innocent, that now so lowly lies,

The life upon his cyan hair but not within his eyes--

The life still there, upon his hair--the death upon his eyes.

"Avaunt! Tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

"But waft that red scarf on Shin's flight as a Pæan of old days!

"Let no bell toll!--lest his sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,

"Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth.

"To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--

"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--

"From grief and groan, to purgatory alone, towards the gates of Heaven."

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A slow march of thinning blood and coarse rubble, clacking against smooth-leather dress shoes. Through barren hallways, the steady sludge of bloody teal. The remnants of the sheep, throwing himself into the lion's den to protect the herd.

A green-haired man steps with a macabré elegance, dragging something. Dragging someone. His red scarf sways in the encroaching darkness as a trail of rouge follows behind him.

Up a long flight of stairs, through walls thick with wire, to a cold, silver casket. Glum and static. The perfect place for unfulfilled desires to dissipate.

The green-tailed silhouette, his polished flow broken up by an uncanny rigidity of his joints, halts mechanically in front of the coffin's silver sheen.

The dim room is accompanied by nothing but the dripping din of muddy, stained crimson. The man that holds his pale, fragile wrists doesn't even breathe.

Dull, doll-like jade pupils stare into the empty, bottomless casket. His uncanny gaze shifts towards the bloodied beanie on his beloved's head, beaten with grit and dirt.

Sigh...

The man effortlessly picks up the corpse in his arms, already feeling lighter than when he still had life in him, and carefully drapes the body across the coffin's dark interior.

And slowly, he wakes.

It's true when they say death deprives you of all other things. He once imagined he would wake up, screaming, wanting to scream, perhaps in rage, perhaps in agony, like waking up from a nightmare.

But as he rises once more, all he feels is his numbness. As if all the emotions have left him, buried along with the shell of his mortality, in the gaps of void within the coffin.

The shell of Shin Tsukimi.

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I'm dead.

Shin Tsukimi sees himself, the same grassy strands of cyan hair on his head. Thin like silk thread, ruffled by his beanie.

Dead. He's dead. Dead? Dead. Dead.

The notion passes through him. Like mercury slides over his tongue every time he says it. He is but a wisp, and only regret tugs at him now.

The searing pain on his neck has left him, and he finds himself as translucent as a ghost. He stares past his hands, vision gluing onto the marks on his body's neck, the symbol of his final resistance. Finally, the first shreds of humanity come back to him as an injustice, a feeling that follows him to purgatory.

Sadness.

He wishes he could cry. Can he cry now? Is he deprived of that too? Maybe he is, but when tries to, it just feels like his spirit is only wallowing and weighing heavier.

I..I wanted to live too...

This...is worthless...all so worthless...

Why has he been left on earth? And here, of all places? This dingy, hellhole.

Shin, now a ghost, can't help but mourn himself. How could he not? Even though he sacrificed himself for the one girl who in turn, selflessly cared for him, A life lost is still a life lost. He lays beside the silver walls of the coffin, curling his translucent knees towards his face as he laments to the floor.

What now...what now...

He's so helpless. When will his spirit wither away? Will it do so along with his body?

It echoes through his soul. Gloomy, so gloomy..

His gloominess is startled by the abrupt clack of polished leather soles. Sharp and familiar; a sound he feared, yet one he would still run to. A sound that makes him jolt up on instinct. And when he does, an immediately recognisable face greets him, merely inches away from his own.

H...

..Hiyori...!

Another part of his life comes back to him, hits him like a cold breeze against his neck. This man was his life. The hairs on his head rise, pupils dilated as he starts sweating, cold and sticky like wax against his even more transparent skin.

Isn't he dead? Why is it as if his heart is racing, still pounding horridly at the sight of him?

Why, even after death, do you still cling onto your abuser?

Those wide, jade eyes don't seem to feel Shin's presence though, merely kneeling forward behind where Shin sat to promptly place a picture frame against his coffin.

He's...he's not smiling like usual, as he remembers him. He looks...somber.

Shin ponders, rather bitterly. Why?

Hiyori’s eyes, although shadowed by the dim backdrop, glows with an eerie stagnancy, downlooking the face framed behind glass.

The face of what used to be reveals itself in yellow backlight; innocent and pure, Shin Tsukimi.

No. No.

Slowly, Hiyori stands up, his neon head bleaching the dark canopy like poison. His face is plastered with a frown, wordless. Dormant.

It was these moments that used to make Shin sweat down to his neck. His indifference was more terrifying than his madness.

But now it was that same face, implanted, injected? – None of it feels real– with a sense of despondence. Confusing. Awful. Simply awful.

There is a slight downturn in the way his pupils eye the coffin. There is a crease where he presses his bottom lip into his jaw.

Shin’s wispy figure swivels around Hiyori's brown dress shoes, to peer at a peculiar piece of paper fallen beside his picture.

His ghastly eyes bore and sink into the words engraved fresh in ink.

..He can't be..

'Sou Hiyori, 21, of R▅D▅CTED, Japan, expired March XXth XXXX. Shin Tsukimi, Son of XXXX and XXXX Tsukimi, expired on March XXth in ASU-NARO's 3rd Floor Rubble Room Facility, after succumbing to mortal injuries in resisting the security systems, to give one last hope to Sara Chidouin and the remaining participants of the Death Game. Tsukimi worked as a job-hopper prior to the Death Game. He also loved computers, soft things, collecting, warm soups and cozy clothing. He displayed a self-sacrificial naiveté and beaming smile that charmed his dear friend. He is survived by his mother, father and little sister, Kanna Kizuchi, who he willingly exchanged his life and identity for in the Main Game to protect her. It is a shame he died without knowing their blood connection. He will be resented but remembered by friends, and greatly missed by family. And me. Me too.’

"Pity...such a pity.." The first murmurs draw out under the green-haired man's breath, sending chills down Shin's spine as it pierces through the unnervingly long silence.

Shin jerks up from his position and freezes there, soul growing colder by the second.

He could never get used to it. But then once upon a time, he did. Why. Why now? And why here?

Full Chapter on AO3..

[cg edits by me] [note: it is romantic soushin, but it is for the sake of exploring the characters as an unhealthy relationship. IT DOES NOT MEAN I CONDONE ABUSIVE DYNAMICS IN REAL LIFE.]

[battampria]

could we have an inbox check so the requests aren't lost if you delete em? /nf

OH YEAH SURE!! aum im kinda lacking cuz im extremely forgetful and have a con coming up BUT I SWEAR ILL GET TO EM!!

-columbina layouts

-devil cuphead graphics

-joe tazuna graphics

-ryoga tosa graphics

-sou hiyori layouts

-cyno stamps

-chii stamps w/ no kin/id

-dori graphics

[dear-fictionkin]

tw for abuse, i assume? i didnt do some very nice things in source

dear shin tsukimi,

i was going to write this earlier in the day but i only had the time now ahaha, you know how busy i can get. im here to say just a few things. firstly, i was and am madly, madly in love with you. one of the things thst cost me my seat as a participant, that stole me away from you. i adored you, i loved seeing how terrified yet captivated you were of me, it made my heart found like never before. i dont regret you being terrified of me, in fact, i still enjoyed it. im not sorry, and while i never physically harmed you, i did occasionally do the odd experiment(of course erasing your mind of the incident after). i watched you constantly in the cameras when waiting for you to pass through sue and safalin's floors, desperate for you to live so i could see you again. it was a pity kanna died. but i granted you your wish, did i not? you never did grant mine, selfish, sweet shin. i love you, i miss you. maybe one day i can learn to be better and to think like a human(ahaha, isn't that hilarious, coming from a doll).

to all other yttd sourcemates, ahaha i hold no regrets whatsoever to anything that happened in the death game! hate me if you want, i dont believe im capable of feeling sympathy towards it though!! Ahahaha!

with love from,

(the original) sou hiyori, also known as midori

(im a fictive/introject btw, from your turn to die, kimi ga shine)

[postage date: April. 3]

[findinyourkin]

hi

im shin tsumiki from your turn to die. im looking for sou hiyori/midori... but im cool with talking to any other yttd kins/fictives too. 18+ plz cus im 20. but yeah. u can like or rb this post and ill follow or send you an ask

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[kikkai-kettai]

welcome !

hi there everybody ! welcome to my fictionkin blog ! my main is a secret, ehe . you can call me sunny or sara , as those are my kintype's names . as for pronouns , he/she are fine ^_^

dni: kin for fun (nothing against you guys but i'm spiritual kin) , proshippers , general nasties. i'll block anybody i don't like !

more about me under the cut !

i'm white and a minor ! i have autism , psychosis , and did - maybe sometime i'll let some of my fictives post stuff on this blog, who knows ?

kintypes, listed in order from highest to lowest:

sara chidouin (your turn to die) sunny (omori) hajime hinata (danganronpa) sora (sdra2)

we also have a mafuyu asahina (project sekai) fictive, and a monika (ddlc) fictive . i used to have a delusional attachment to shuichi saihara (danganronpa) but that's a thing of the past !

i'm always down to talk with sourcemates ! the one exception is that i ask sou hiyori / midori not to interact with me , because ... yeah .

[anemokin]

these are funny

[moedori]

opinion on aesop carl

nya~