#amernami

[shslgundad]

Game Girl helps Human Weapon not be a nuclear disaster.

[mechamiles]

Chiaki: Mere data makes a man. A and C and T and G. The alphabet of you. All from four symbols. I am only two: 1 and 0. 

Miles: Half as much but twice as elegant, sweetheart.

[mechamiles]

I have to destroy Reggie now. He’s blocking my sunshine.

[rubyshusband]

 - Tagged by @skipper-self-shipper

Relationship Status: Married (to Ruby~!)

Favorite color: Either purple, green, black, or red.

Top 3 ships: Me x Ruby (Sugar Cookie), @shslgundad x Chiaki (Amernami), @skipper-self-shipper x Blake (Bookworms)

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick, rather obviously

Last song I listened to: Heaven Help Me Now by Asia

Last movie I saw: Aquaman (I think? I actually don’t remember if I’ve watched any movies at home since then)

tags: @shslgundad

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Happy birthday to my wife.

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The swear jar wasn't economically feasible so Chiaki has an "evil laugh jar" for me.

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Day 3: First Meeting

Late again because I had to help out a friend today, took up my entire evening. Oh well, at least I had it fully written on time. I felt like it should have been a little longer but I think it does a cute enough job of introducing these two. Also true story, I love Galaga and have since I was a kid.

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

Miles coughed as he was sipping his coffee. "...Which time?"

Chiaki's expression soured just a hint as she stirred her cloudy cup of tea. But she couldn't fault his logic. Between the memory erasing, the impromptu 'being shoved into an advanced computer simulation' fiasco, and the coming out of a coma from her end, it was a little hard to keep track. "Well, which one's your favorite?"

He sat his cup down. "That's a tough call. They're all very charming tales of a bold knight and his beautiful princess. Star-crossed lovers who held hands defiantly in the face of evil. I mean, our actual first time meeting is quite the story. I've told it many times because it is pretty damn funny." She added another pinch of sugar to her tea as he boasted on.

"Please get to the story dear. I like hearing it too." She blushed a tad, smiling behind her teacup.

The year is 2012. Miles America, the Ultimate Vigilante, was heading to the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy on an assignment from the CIA. The school had requested his services as a formerly prospected student and outsider who could skirt the law in curbing a recent string of crimes and suspected terrorism brewing in the school's halls. Miles had already had an enormous record on him, just a year ago having publicly assassinated a corrupt government official and over two dozen armed guards at his own election celebration. A small street fight broke out between him and some zealous goons with suspicious ties to a group called Ultimate Despair, which attracted the attention of a short pastel-colored high school student in her senior year, angrily stepping out of an arcade nearby. She witnessed a stout man in a leather jacket with armor plates, jeans, and an intimidating off-white metal mask demolishing two thugs with his fists of fury. It was like something out of a beat 'em up game, which she found a little cool, but still felt like she needed to do something.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing? Stop that you bully!"

Catching a break from the distraction, the two men Miles had been putting a beating on had booked it for their lives. "Damn it! Mind your business, little girl!" He growled at her, snapping a screenshot inside his mask's camera of the two men for later. He looked back over at the girl, taken aback with her mouth open at his rudeness. "Hey, look, sorry..I didn't.."

Her face turned red and her cheeks puffed up. The sight filled his veins with ice water as his muscles tightened with remorse. She stomped over to him, and pouted hard up at the taller male. He was trembling a bit, but he couldn't tell why. His body had never reacted like this before. But honestly, she was really distracting with how cute she was. Why was he so easily dismantled by this pinkish-blonde girl in a cat hoodie? "Hmph. You interrupted my gaming session with your fight out here. I couldn't focus at all on the Gala Omega cabinet. Also, you’re being really men. I'd appreciate it if you apologized properly, mister."

Remembering he was in Japan and not the US, Miles attempted to nervously bow. "Yes..Sorry miss. If it would make you feel better, I could give you some arcade money. I kinda wanted to visit one while I was here anyway. I haven't played Gala Omega in years though.."

"You know Gala Omega?!" Her eyes lit up as she stood up on her tiptoes. "It's a classic, right!? So many people today don't appreciate the older games, you know. Everyone just wants fancier graphics and online play, no one takes the time to just enjoy how simple games used to be." He chuckled nervously, feeling relieved that she changed the subject rather quickly. "Hey mister, why do you wear that fancy mask? Are you some kind of cosplayer? I hope you're not a criminal, you don't seem like a bad guy."

"Ah, this.." He touched his metal mask with his leather glove. "I'm uh...like a superhero I guess. I am Mecha-Knight, the Ultimate Vigilante. One of the most feared men in the United States. The dark shadow of vengeance and justice. I wear it to hide my horrible face, just the mere sight of it would make a lady as yourself faint with fear.." Just as he spoke, she yanked it away just long enough to get a peek at his face, making his cheeks turn red as he pulled it back down. "Hey!"

She puffed her cheeks at him again, making him freeze. "You lied." She relaxed and smiled at him, taking his hand. "You're actually pretty handsome. I'm Chiaki Nanami, they call me the Ultimate Gamer. It's nice to meet you."

"Darling, you were kind of a jerk back then." Chiaki smiled at him, reaching out to take his hand. Miles blushed and held her hand gently.

"I met someone special that thawed out my cold heart, I think."

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Day 2: Rainy Days

Well, I messed around too much and wound up posting this late, gg. Spent most of the day celebrating a special girl’s birthday, as shown in this. I’ll be a bit more punctual on this stuff, I swear. Anyway, hopefully everyone wished their local Maki a happy birthday. Yes, my description of Maki’s gift is a very simplified description of a real rifle that costs roughly $2,850 and judging by reviews is pretty damn good. Didn’t want to bore anyone reading this with too many details or seem like a commercial on it. Most of my writing for this will be more amernami content, but I had to give this day to my little Red.

"Happy birthday to you~"

Maki's face was red as Kirumi set the cake down on the table in front of her, the rest of her new family standing at the other end. Miles had a camera ready, Chiaki leaning against him while holding baby Marigold. For now they wanted to keep it more of a small family gathering, but Kaito had showed up early to help with serving Maki her cake. The rainy weather that day prevented them from doing much, but some of Maki's friends had planned on arriving later to pick her up for a fun night out. At least the small family could have some time together first.

"Make a wish, dear." Miles spoke from behind the camera, ready to snap the moment his adopted daughter celebrated her first birthday in their home. She sat there stone-faced with embarrassment before blowing out the candles. Everyone clapped for her, almost drowning out the rain pattering against the window.

"Ah! I almost forgot! Don't say what you wish is or it won't come true, I think." Chiaki spoke up, cradling the baby gently. Miles chuckled a bit and Kaito slapped Maki on the back.

"Great job, Maki Roll!"

"All I did was blow out the candles..Anyway, thank you everyone." Maki spoke softly, still not used to such a profound occasion. "I've never had a birthday party like this."

Kirumi had cut the cake so efficiently while Maki was speaking no one had even noticed, already placing a plate in front of her. "Here you are, miss. If you need anything else, let me know."

Maki gave Kirumi a bit of a cold look, but one of good intentions. "You're going to have one too, right? You're not just a servant here."

"If that's what you would like, I'd be happy to fulfill that request."

"Oh! Could you cut a tiny piece for Mary? I want to get a picture of my little princesses having cake together!" Miles grinned, taking Chiaki's hand to move around the table to Maki. "Think of when she's grown up and gets to see this photo!"

Maki smiled very subtly, reaching out to take her sister. "Come here, you."

"Awww, you really are good with kids, Maki Roll.." Kaito chuckled to himself, making Maki shoot him a cold look.

"Do you want to die?"

The proud father had taken plenty of photos, glancing through them on his phone as he uploaded them to as many online albums as possible so they'd never get lost. He sat alone on the couch in the living room, Chiaki had already put Marigold to bed and found herself turning in a bit earlier than usual. Miles was a bit concerned, the rain hadn't let up at all and it was already nearing eleven o'clock. Just as he considered texting Maki, he could hear her unlocking the front door.

"Hey Red. Have a good time with your friends?"

"Yeah, it was fine. Most of them asked me to tell you 'hi'. I'm not sure why, they all have ways to get a hold of you." She scoffed a bit, shaking off an umbrella as she entered the house.

"By the way, I have another gift for you. I was keeping it in the garage." Miles stood up and waved at her to follow, Maki raised an eyebrow before following him. Hiding in plain sight by the car was a long box, and Maki could immediately tell what it was. He set the box on the roof of his car and motioned for her to open it. "Mom would flip if she saw this, so we'll just introduce it to her casually at some point. Pretend you always had it. Or that it’s mine, that might work.."

"You're ridiculous." She opened the box and it was exactly as she expected: a rifle. She took it out carefully, inspecting it. A custom-made bolt-action rifle, assembled from some of the finest parts on the market. It came with a suppressor, five and ten-round magazines. Also included in the box, obviously stuck in there by the old man, was a small metal trinket of her symbol: a red butterfly. "Wow..This.."

"One of a kind. Like someone I know. I pulled some strings, thought you needed something new in your collection. I've seen similar rifles to this one make sub-MOA groups at over 550 yards. Perfect for someone like you who values efficiency and precision. They even included the target they shot at when they tested it, pretty neat huh? I think you could easily make some magic happen with a rifle like this. I was going to let you figure out what optic you want on it later. We can sneak it out to the range whenever you're ready, just have to distract mom a bit, so.." He cut himself short noticing droplets of water had snuck their way in the garage. His daughter's tears.

"Thank you, old man.."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, giving her a hug. "I know this is difficult for you, adjusting to living outside of everything you went through. I know this house is kind of ridiculous. You live with a married couple not that much older than you pretending to be your parents with a baby and a pet tiger. But you're family now. You'll always have us, and every year we'll make sure there's a place at the table for you to have a cake and open presents. I know you want to help me in fighting crime, but more importantly I want you to make your own decisions and just live your life. I want to give you that chance."

They were both speechless, father and daughter in their own way, as they stepped back into their home. The rain continued, but it wasn't dreary.

[shslgundad]

So this is my self-ship blog. I’m in love with Chiaki Nanami from Danganronpa, we’ve been married almost a year now. We have a baby together and we just adopted Maki Harukawa. I’m not that great at these kinds of posts, but if you want to talk about Danganronpa or how much you love a fictional character, go ahead. I’ve already met some really cool people that self-ship with DR characters, who inspired me to be a little more open about my feelings. I’ve had feelings for fictional characters my whole life, and even though I’ve been in several real-life relationships, they’ve never worked out. I fell in love with Chiaki in the fall of 2016 and I can’t deny she’s the only person I see myself being happy with. I’ll just keep posting about how cool she is.

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Reloading!

Yup, still love Chiaki.

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Day 5: Hero

Super late, I’m having to catch up on posts due to outside influences and gearing up for our anniversary. I’ll get them out, I promise. This concept kept popping up, and I think a little angst was due in this series, so I wanted to do a reverse situation of me/my self-insert as a game character fictional to her. This one’s kinda sad, I must admit.

Chiaki Nanami didn't really like collecting figures from the games she played. They were neat, but usually really expensive. She'd rather use that money for more games to be honest. But a few months ago she wound up playing an imported copy of an American game, and she just had to have a few figures from it on her desk. The shipping was expensive but worth it. She had a figure of the main character, a bunch of weapons for him, and a couple plastic models of the robots from the game. She had a lot of trouble putting them together but it was fun.

They were from an obscure game that wasn't very popular in Japan, although it seemed to be very anime-influenced. It was about a man who lost everything, turned into a criminal to fight for his freedom in a world dominated by an evil secret society. His girlfriend went missing and his friends thought he was crazy, all he had to trust were his arsenal of weapons and giant robots. The gameplay was weird, but pretty fun. Some parts were a mecha simulation game, some parts were a side-scrolling beat 'em up. One installment had a bunch of very fast-paced first-person shooter segments she had trouble with.

It wasn't necessarily the game she was interested in though. The main character was a rugged and charming man. Sure he could be a little mean and he was a loner, but it wasn’t really his fault. The government raised him as a weapon and he became a hero of his own free will, turning his dark skills against the corruption that made him. She usually didn't like violent games with downer stories, but she loved learning more about this character and his struggles.

"Nanami-san, could you stay for a moment?" Chisa spoke as class was dismissing. Some of the other students waved Chiaki goodbye as they left, Chiaki stepping up to her teacher's desk.

"Hello Yukizome-sensei, is something wrong? Am I not doing something right as class representative?" Chiaki tilted her head slightly as she asked, Chisa smiling.

"Ah, well..I have something to ask you, Nanami-san. I don't know how to address this, but I've noticed you've been more reclusive lately. Is something wrong?"

"Well, not necessarily, I just missed you in your absence. I haven't seen Hinata-kun for a while, but I'm over that." Chiaki played with the straps of her backpack a bit.

"Over it?" Chisa asked, genuinely puzzled. "I thought you were such good friends."

"He stopped coming to play games with me, I don't really care. I met someone much more interesting."

"Ah, I see..Who, may I ask?"

"Not someone from around here."

Chisa glared at Chiaki with concern. "Nanami-san, you're not getting into any trouble off school grounds, are you?"

"Huh? No, not at all. I've been spending a lot of time with a favorite character from a game, he's really nice. I think I like being with him more than Hinata-kun."

Chisa sighed with relief, but wasn't sure how to respond to that last statement. "Nanami-san..this isn't a person over the internet right? A game character? But he's not real."

Chiaki looked down at her feet, pursing her lips a bit. "I know that..But, he makes me feel safe. Thinking about him makes me happy. Hinata-kun made me feel lonely, but the Mecha-Knight wouldn't betray me like that! He's a sweet man, nobody understands him like I do...He’s a hero! My hero!"

Although Chisa was a bit more relieved, this was still a problem. She had heard rumors, rumors of Chiaki talking about spending time with an older male. She had been talking about this game character a lot to the other students and they were starting to question if she was fit to be a class rep. Was the stress taking a toll on her?

Chisa took Chiaki's hands gently, giving her a sad half-smile. "I know things have been rough on you lately, but you can't just hide away in your games like this. Maybe you need to spend more time with your classmates, out in the real world. You're a good girl, you can find someone who appreciates you. So, get some rest, and no more of this okay?" Chiaki sulked a bit and nodded before walking out of the classroom to her dorm.

Chiaki landed on her bed face-first, her body limp and exhausted from the previous conversation. Chisa didn't understand, and she was the only person left Chiaki really trusted anymore. She liked her friends, but they started acting strange around her lately. She turned her head and peeked over at her desk, looking at her small collection of figures. Was this really hurting her? Was it so bad having these feelings for someone that technically didn't exist? She buried her face in to her pillow, hugging it tightly.

"You wouldn't leave me all alone like this. Why can't you be real?"

[mechamiles]

I like to joke that my Tallgeese is our son since Chiaki gave me the kit as a gift and helped upgrade it later.

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This month has been kind of terrible for a lot of complicated reasons. But it's all worth it to be spending Christmas Eve night with Chiaki, the only person I truly feel at ease with. She's truly the woman I love. To lie down facing each other as we always do, but with a bit of romantic magic in the air. Her eyes shining brightly, just like her smile. My hand gently caresses her cheek, she nuzzles into it tiredly and kisses my wrist. She asks me to hold her a little tighter. I'm guilty of often treating her like she's fragile, since she's so precious to me. She keeps me warm, and she makes the coldness go away.

So many people are frightened of me and consider me a horrible person. But not her. She makes me feel human again. Looking into her eyes makes me forget things that don't matter. Like the feeling of carrying a gun. The taste of bourbon. The smell of blood. Things that maybe someday I can forget a little more often. Never completely, just enough to get by.

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My most common way of expressing my love for Chiaki involves pushing myself to play games she might like and earn difficult or rare achievements/trophies, especially on significant dates. Soon will be our first anniversary as a couple, and with V3 coming out I must try to save the new class of goofballs from despair. I won't let you down, Hope Princess™.

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Dreams

I haven’t had a dream about Chiaki in a while, but I did have an interesting one the other day. I was fighting Monaca Towa in a very generic-looking giant robot, and it was set up like the REX fight from MGS1. All I had was my S&W R8 and a Megaphone Hacking Gun, which neither really did anything. She tried taunting me but I just ignored it, until she started talking trash about Chiaki. I don’t remember much exactly, just that she kept calling Chiaki fat. I put my guns away and just walked up to her mecha slowly before destroying it in one punch, making it shatter into thousands of pieces.

Trying to fight me with a giant robot is bad move, insulting my waifu is just being suicidal.

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Look at these dorks.

You know what my favorite part is? I made that Chiaki icon 100% from memory.