#happy birthday mikan!!

[genoskissors]

Daily Danganronpa Fun Fact #133

Mikan enjoys horror movies because of all the blood, constant panic, and the mean characters dying early on.

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[diebootzenkatzen]

Meme dump for the birthday girl who is also my favorite

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[vampelune]

whatever i’ve done

i did it for love 💔

[whatsaudreythinkingabout]

went to the international market the other day to get some sparkling orange j hey WAIT A MINUTE—

she’s in her natural environment now…

wait

by talos, it can’t be—

THEY FUCKIGN JUICED HER

[dreamzghostz]

Since I keep forgetting to make designs for my talentswap AU, here's the characters I have and their talents so far:

Celestia Ludenberg - Ultimate Lucky Student

Korekiyo Shinguji - Ultimate Swordsman

Mikan Tsumiki - Ultimate Pianist

Sayaka Maizono - Ultimate Gambler

Byakuya Togami - Ultimate Gamer

Chiaki Nanami - Ultimate Pop Sensation

Gundham Tanaka - Ultimate Traditional Dancer

Hajime Hinata - Ultimate Inventor

Mahiru Koizumi - Ultimate Astronaut

Nagito Komaeda - Ultimate Anthropologist

Sonia Nevermind - Ultimate Detective

Kaede Akamatsu - Ultimate Princess

Shuichi Saihara - Ultimate Artist

Kirumi Tojo - Ultimate Magician

Kiibo - Ultimate Butler (Yes, he'll be human in this AU)

Rantaro Amami - Ultimate Photographer

These are all I have for now. I'll definitely be making more, but I'm just listing what I have decided for now.

Also, the AU's gonna be called "Danganronpa: A Dice of Despair", so I'm gonna tag all my Talentswap AU posts as that

[theholyprocrastinator]

Day 13 of daily making 5 random Danganronpa/Fanganronpa roblox memes that few people cares about

+extra bonus meme for Kokichi since it is Kokichi’s birthday

[goshdangronpa]

Happy birthday to Mikan Tsumiki. My pathetic scrungly babygirl. My fucked-up little freak. My sweet baby angel. What a terrific character

[carbonatedjem]

Some Birthday Art for Mikan! Because she's one of my all time faves from the series and I like drawing art of her being Happy :)

[zombyne]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR HIYOKO!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!~~🧡🧡🧡

[koryokuu]

Mikan Tsumiki redesign from a while ago , im posting on her birthday for today ! ^_^

[artz16]

Mermaid Mikan!

Happy b-day Mikan!

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[kitty-box-101]

Happy birthday to Pikan!! 💉💕I love all her rights and wrongs <333

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This was from a color challenge I did with a friend:D (check em out! And if you like her stuff check her twt fr) and below that is the color palette used)

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[peppermintprincess-ava]

Flip!Mikan Tsumiki Stimboard

(Reblogs are encouraged)

Gif Credits: @obl1v10nn | @magicallystims | @getbettercrayon

[aparticularbandit]

For Your Birthday

Summary: Mikan's birthday comes after the Tragedy, and Junko has made it very clear that she definitely, most certainly, will not be there.

She's got more important things to attend to, after all.

Fic Rating: T.

AO3

alternate ending

“I won’t be here,” her beloved says, “for your birthday.”

Plans within plans within plans, her beloved has, so when she says something like that, there’s no way to change it.

Enoshima-sama’s mind isn’t like a clock, simply and battery-powered, or even like a computer, programmable even if you don’t understand it.  Sometimes, Mikan imagines her mind like an entire human body to itself, with every cell and every organ working in conjunction for one much greater….

No.

That can’t.

Mikan doesn’t really think in metaphors very often.  She’s not very good at that.  But she knows that when her beloved says that something won’t happen, then it won’t; knows that the reason it can’t happen is because for it to happen, something else in her beloved’s plans has to drop by the wayside.  It’s not about priorities, or anything like that.  If Enoshima-sama could…could change it, then she would.  She would be here.

It isn’t because she doesn’t love her, or anything.

(Of course, one could say that the way her heart drops is her beloved’s gift to her – or, even, the way she will feel despair at the fact that her beloved won’t be there when her birthday finally does come around.  Knowing Enoshima-sama, that’s probably the best gift she could hope for, not because she thinks it’s the best, but because her beloved does.)

Enoshima-sama runs her fingers soft through Mikan’s hair, bends locks of it in her grasp, and makes a sharp sound of disapproval.  “You need a haircut, bestie.  This is all—”  Her nose turns up.  “—disheveled.”

~

“I won’t be here,” her beloved reminds her, “for your birthday.”

There’s no name for what her beloved is doing with the world, not yet.  People rarely name disasters until they’re in process; how you can name something before it begins?  They haven’t even named the massacre of the student council; they’re still trying to cover that up; and really, that’s the problem, isn’t it?  Maybe, if they hadn’t covered it up; maybe, if they’d been honest with themselves and with everyone else, it wouldn’t have gotten this bad.

It’s okay, Mikan wants to tell her.  I don’t really celebrate it anyway.

Of course, if she said any of that out loud, she’d stutter, she’d get tongue tied, her words would run together, and she wouldn’t even be able to look up at her beloved as she said it.  She’d be looking down at her hands, keeping them clenched together so tightly because she always does that, it’s a habit.  (If her hands are here, then they aren’t anywhere else.)

This way, saying nothing, she can imagine the conversation as it would have gone – which is to say, not at all – and she can keep her eyes on her beloved the entire time, instead of being distracted with her own inadequacies.

(Her beloved loves her for those inadequacies.

Maybe she should say something.)

“That’s not, like, a big deal to you, or anything, is it?”  Enoshima-sama barely looks at her, one hand propped on her hip.  She yawns, covers her mouth with one hand, and twirls about on one heel.  “Birthdays are kind of boring, anyway.  It’s the same thing every year!  I don’t even remember mine half the time!”

(Mikan always catches the lie.)

~

“I won’t be here,” her beloved says as the world crumples around them, “for your birthday.”

The sky isn’t red then, but when Mikan looks back on this memory later, as though holding it in a glass orb in her hands, she’ll remember it as red.  The thing of it is that the blood red with black clouds doesn’t come until after her beloved has gone away from her, hidden in that old school building with the other survivors, another massacre in the making.  That, at least, will have a name from the beginning – the Killing Game, her beloved calls it.  Sometimes the Killinger Game, which begs the question: will there be a Killingest Game?

Probably, after the Killinger Game is done.

(It’s a work in progress, her beloved says sometimes, dissatisfied, bored with her own title schematics.

Every now and again, Mikan thinks that maybe she’s waiting on her to offer another option.  But she doesn’t have anything to say.  If it were a horror movie, it would probably be something like The Killing Game 2, but that’s even more boring than the Killinger Game.  At least Killinger is kind of…kind of funny.

Isn’t it?)

The red sky and the black clouds come from the air pollution, among other things.  Bombs.  Fires, perpetual.  She’ll need a gas mask or something.  They all will.  Her beloved doesn’t want her to waste her time making sure they recover from breathing in too many things they’re not supposed to be breathing; she says that there will be enough air purifiers later for them to be just fine, so long as they wear the masks for a few months.

But, again, all of this will happen after she’s gone.

Likely around that birthday that keeps getting brought up, as though it’s something special.

“The Killing Game Remix: Killing Me Softly,” Enoshima-sama says, drumming her fingers against her lips.  Then her eyes light up, and she grins.  “Killing Me Loudly!” she chirps.  “That one sounds great, doncha think?”

~

I won’t be here, Mikan remembers, for your birthday.

But here, out of nowhere, a present wrapped in white and black with a small red ribbon for a bow and a gold rimmed card with her beloved’s handwriting in bright pink gel pen.

Mikan brushes her fingers against the present, unsure if it’s even real, but it’s very much there.  She doesn’t read the label first, saves it for last, because her beloved’s words are just as important as her beloved’s gift – maybe more so.  Her fingernails, sharp as her beloved carved them to be, scratch through the thin paper, and a shock of despair rips through her heart.

This should be conserved; this should be saved.

(She’s already breaking it.)

The present could be empty.  That would be an even greater despair, and it’s just the sort that Enoshima-sama would think to give.  To get her hopes all up that there would be something special inside, and then – nothing!  Of course, the ribbon alone is enough; Mikan can wrap it around her still uneven hair (they never did get that haircut, which means it must not have been important to her beloved after all), can pull it back while she gets splattered with blood the color of her beloved’s gel pen.  (It should be the cover of the ribbon.  When they put on the masks, they didn’t wear anything to protect their eyes.)

She carefully slips her fingers underneath tape and sets the slightly more tattered wrapping paper to one side.  The box smells as though Enoshima-sama were still here with her, even though she isn’t, all blueberries and lilacs and pomegranates.  She licks her lips before opening it.

Her eyes widen.

Oh.

There’s another card inside, and she smiles fondly at it.

I want to see you wear something fitting at the end of the world.

Deep, deep, beneath so much tissue paper and glitter that you could be convinced there’s nothing in there at all, Mikan finds another box, this one tiny and covered in black velvet.  She doesn’t want to open it.  (She wants to open it.)  She’s scared of what she’ll find inside.

Why should she be scared?  Enoshima-sama wouldn’t hurt her, after all.

Mikan takes a deep breath and opens the box.

Inside is nothing more than a simple golden chain – tiny loops clasped together so small that they could be gold beads from far away (they are not gold beads).  The very center holds a small ruby, no bigger than the swell of her eye, and equidistant from it but not far are two diamonds the size of a baby’s first tooth.  On the other end, the clasp looks like a golden knot.

A note, too, rests on the inside curve of the jewelry box: I thought a ring, but with all the surgeries and everything, you could’ve lost that.  This you don’t ever have to take off!

It’s only after clasping it that Mikan returns to the first note, gold-rimmed, on the outside of the box, still dangling from the red ribbon she will later use to hold her hair back.  She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and smiles.

Happy Birthday, best beloved.

I wouldn’t miss you for the world.

[starshinerart]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MIKAN, MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE DANGANRONPA GIRL!!!! 🎂🥳🎈

[caramialunaestelle]

Mikan will hear a soft knock at her door, followed by: "Mikan-senpai, it's me, Shuichi... if you're inside!" Before patiently waiting. Then when she opens the door for him, his face will light up, giving a small bow of his head as he greets: "Good morning! Happy Birthday... ! I hope you don't mind me wanting to pay a quick visit, as I'm sure you will probably be busy, later. I hope you'll have a very nice day, and... I wanted to give you a few gifts! Here you go."

He holds out a gift bag for her to accept. If she was fine with and allows him to step inside, he'll utter a soft 'thank you' and step inside, standing nearby the table where she'll look at her gifts. One of the first things inside is a pink water bottle, designed to look like a big prescription bottle. And the other, a pair of matching orange, heart-shaped hair scrunchies. "Just a couple of things I thought you might like; I hope that they're nice!" (Happy Birthday, Miakn!!! 🧡)

Happy Birthday Mikan 2024! || Accepting

She hadn't expected Shuchi to appear at her door so early and she wasn't expecting any gifts either! So when she opened the door and saw him standing there with a fancy-looking gift bag for her, she couldn't help the beaming smile on her face.

"Y-You didn't have to do all of this for m-me, Saihara-san!" Mikan exclaimed, letting him in and taking the bag from him. She gingerly opened it and curiously looked inside. After she pulled out the water bottle and scrunchies she smiled again.

"Th-these are so cute!! And p-practical too! I c-could definitely use these hair ties to h-hold back my hair while I perform p-procedures and I n-needed a new water bottle too! This m-means so much to me, thank you!!"

She threw her arms around Shuichi and hugged him tightly. "I r-really appreciate that you thought of m-me! Thank you."