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linkspooky · 5 years ago

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Ten Favorite Female Characters

I was tagged by @midnight-in-town, so now I have to show them how much I love my favorite women.

Name your favorite female characters from 10 different Fandoms and tag 10/or the amount you wish people

Tagging: @hamliet @amonmahboi @inumaqi @thyandrawrites @kaibutsushidousha @harostar.. yeah, I don’t know ten people.

Enoshima Junko

“Hope is harmony. A just heart, moving toward the light. That is all. Despair is hope's polar opposite. It is messy and confusing. It swallows up love, hatred, and everything else.”

Junko wishes she was a psychopath. She’s spent her entire life pretending to be a crazy psychopath, because living that life is just so much more interesting than the one she’s stuck in. Enoshima Junko is just too smart for the world, and everything is too easy for her, and rather than try to dumb herself down a little bit she’s decided to knock everything else down. She’s a girl kicking down sandcastles because building them out of sand all alone is no longer doing it for her.

Junko’s interesting because of the weird logic and loops she runs her brain into. There’s a complex character behind the whole “I exist only to spread despair” thing. She’s perfectly capable of forming emotional attachments to people, and genuinely caring. But the people she likes are generally far worse off than the ones she doesn’t care about.

Junko wants so badly to, just not be human. She does the most inhuman things possible to prove that she’s not human. What really made me love her is the lengths she’s willing to go, to the point in Dangan Ronpa Zero where she basically took a screw to her own brain and started acting like a normal girl only when all of her memories were removed.

Junkos relationship with Matsuda shows two conflicting sides of her character. How much she's humanized by her love of him, and also how much she wants to completely destroy that part of herself. It's like she physically can't be a normal girl. Or rather she doesn’t want to be to such extremes she’ll break everything and then herself.

And if she can’t be normal than Junko decided that self destruction is her next best bet. There’s just nothing that will satisfy Junko, and it’s interesting to watch someone that empty decide the world is going to end, or she’s going to end herself and she doesn’t really care which.

Ajimu Najimi

“Call to me with affection, Anshin’in-san. Well, I don’t really care what manga characters call me.”

Hey, I put Junko on this list twice. Both Ajimu and Junko live in a world that is too easy for them, and therefore they have no reason to get emotionally invested in others or try to attach themselves to anything. Which is why it’s fun to see Ajimu attempt the same thing as Junko to kill herself in style and eventually get saved from herself.

Medaka Box is such a meaningful manga to me because they take the weirdest characters and no matter how deranged they are they find the parts of them that are relatable and go, well guess what you’re human too. Ajimu literally calls herself a non-human and she’s just as human as all the rest in the end.

The best part is it’s not her good points that make her human, it’s all her flaws. It’s easy to feel like the world isn’t real, that nothing in the world is worth living for, to feel no emotional attachment. Those are all human emotions. Not because they’re good and shining, but because they’re petty and terrible. Ajimu is this brilliant character, but she’s also kind of just a petty little girl using a ‘fiction is reality’ lens to cope. She’s not that special actually, she’s just suicidal, and kind of awful in general. It’s nice to see that human side behind the mastermind character.

Azula

“My own mother thought I was a monster. She was right of course but it still hurts.”

Azula is someone thoroughly dehumanized by everyone even the “good” members of her family (Uncle Iroh, Zuko, her Mother). I like how Azula in some part seems to be aware that both her brother, and mother seem to kind of consider her the “bad sibling” and she just decides to embrace it. Like it’s... not emotionally healthy in any way and it’s terribly tragic but there’s something about characters who actively make the decision to be a monster that gets me.

There’s something about Azula’s writing that makes me uncomfortable, and it makes me sad that Zuko like... continually associates her with his father’s abuse, and demonizes her like she wasn’t also a kid going through the exact same situation, but Azula getting increasingly unstable is at least an appropriate response to that.

Even if her brother, her mother, or her father won’t see her as her own person and they all see her as an extension of her father’s abuse on her, Azula is just so determined to be her own person even if it means burning the world, or herself A common theme I guess, but a lot of these characters have narratives about not being allowed to be their own person or shown any kind of humanity or normalcy.

Morrigan

“Well, well, well what do we have here?”

Morrigan is mean, and nasty, and grumpy and bitchy and witchy. She’s allowed to be unlikable, because Morrigan never bends to anyone. Her survival, and freedom will become first before anything else.

It feels like Morrigan is the main character in her own story, and you just happen to be a part of it for a short while. You may even be an important character to her, she may be attached, but ultimately you’ll never be more than support to her.

Morrigan is such an ambitious an singular entity that her character development is letting you be a part of her life and not the other way around. She'll always survive on her own. Morrigan is irrevocably shaped by her environemnt, and yet she craves freedom in that too because she doesn’t want to be bound by her past or shaped by her mother. So much of herself is dedicated to being better than the environment that she was raised in that she defeats her mother not by killing her, or freeing herself, but rather by being a better mother than her.

Raven / Rachel Roth

“Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos...”

Raven is fun, because a bunch of monks thought the best way to teach her to handle her emotions was to never allow her to feel any emotion ever. So, Raven is eternally running on a zero. She’s terrified even a small amount of happiness will end the world. She’s not allowed to be her own person, neither her bastard father, nor the monks treat her like one.

Raven is so gentle, and selfless, and emotionally perceptive and sensitive to others needs but she can’t ever display almost any of these good traits because she’s internalized the idea that she’s such a bad person. She always believes all the time that she exists to hurt others and that makes it so difficult for her to connect to others.

Which is why her true friends bond with the Teen Titans is so meaningful, because Rachel found a family in spite of all of that. She has friends who think she’s a good person unconditionally despite the fact that Raven continually tells herself she isn’t. There are people in the world willing to navigate the maze of walls that Raven has built around herself, and that her environment forced her to build and closed up, and she’s so happy to have them.

Midna

“Some call our realm a world of shadows, but that makes it sound so unpleasant... The twilight there holds a serene beauty... You have seen it yourself as the sun sets on this world. Bathed in that light, all the people were pure and gentle...”

Midna just steals the show. Her story now. The game’s not called Legend of Zelda anymore now it’s Legend of Midna. Not only is she the most important character in the game she appears in, but she’s also in character someone so selfish she’ll always prioritize herself over everyone else. However, only because she feels that she can’t exist as anything other than the princess of the twilight and has to prioritize her survival for the sake of her people. Midna even says so at the start of the game, she can’t be kind because she wasn’t spoiled like princess Zelda in the bountiful kingdom of the light.

Midna is so selfish and yet doesn’t really have her own wants and needs as a person outside of the role she has to play for her people, which is why she’s so terribly lost without it and just because this terrible selfish little gremlin. Link and Zelda affect Midna so much because they humanize her. They both sacrifice themselves to save Midna the person and she doesn’t get why. She doesn’t get why two people would help someone who has been so unkind to them and who has failed them this much so far.

That act of selflessness moves her, and also freaks her out. She even says she didn’t want to be saved by either of them. Which is what makes her redemption in the second half of the game so interesting, because Midna really improves herself so she can become someone worth their kindness. She doesn’t want the selflessness of people like Zelda and Link to go to waste, and because of that begins to care about things outside of her kingdom and her role as princess

Vriska Serket

“After all of this is over. Do you want to go on a d8?”

Unfortunately one of my top 3 favorite characters of all time comes from a really terrible source material. Vriska is everything I like in a character. She's a mess. She's really hard to swallow. She's a character that's not meant to be liked.

Nobody really likes Vriska and it's all her fault for being such a horrible person, nobody wants her damage. Which is so interesting because usually main characters get forgiven over and over again. Everyone leaves and if they don't Vriska will burn those bridges herself. No character better embodies what it's like to be stuck in a self harming cycle

Authors are always so obsessed with making characters look good or showing what a good person they are few characters are allowed to be just plain unlikely in ugly ways. It’s what lets Vriskas genuine desire to be better actually seem like a struggle.

Kocho Shinobu

“Are you angry? Yes, I’m angry Tanjiro. I’ve always been angry.”

Shinobu is just all pleasantries on the surface, but so full of negative emotions in ways women aren't allowed to be. I love the medicine / poison dynamic to her character and how it rots her to the core. Too much medicine is a poison, while poison can be a medicine when applied to the right situation.

Shinobu is, two faced. She’s beautiful and kind, and full of ugly emotions and empty. She nurses people back from the dead, she sees no point in living herself and purposefully throws herself into a suicide in her plan against Doma. There’s just such a destructive dance between extremes for her because Shinobu is such a unique individual, trying to deal with all of these emotions she just can’t deal with. She can’t be noble, or better than her trauma, she just pretends to be a good person while she slowly rots away inside.

Shinobu can put on smiles all day -

But she can't be like her sister. She can't love people like her sister can. Maybe she could once but all that's left now is anger. Bitter, unpleasant, and completely in denial of it and still masquerading as a good person. The most beautiful kind of poison of all.

She’s not her sister, but she’s also not really her own person. She doesn’t know who Shinobu is, doesn’t know who Kocho Shinobu lives for. She just doesn’t imagine herself living past her revenge, and even though she’s surrounded by love she’s just so cracked it all pours out of her and absolutely nothing could be worth prolonging her life after everything she’s lost.

Toga Himiko

“What exactly is a normal life? I also live a normal life, you know.”

Himiko Toga is a girl who lives entirely on her own terms. Which is just so rare for a female character, you know? It’s so genuinely subversive to know that Himiko was once a nice girl, who always smiled, always put other people’s feelings first, and that sort of ‘good girl’ behavior drove her completely insane.

Toga deciding to be true to herself is an act of rebellion against the world.

For Himiko everything is flipped. What others regard as psycho behavior is her normal. She doesn’t let other people define her story as a tragedy, and even murders the one person who tries to control her story. In a story where female characters constantly downplay their own importance to support the male characters Himiko is the only character important enough to be the center of her own story. Himiko’s story is so subversive as well, both of how society treats her, and how the story treats characters like her.

Himiko is such an excellent yandere, all yanderes wish they were himiko. She comes off as this batshit stabby girl, but then you find out that shes actually emotionally perceptive. She first comes off selfish, bratty, and self-centered but she turns into one of the most sensitive characters in the manga. She eschews the ideals of being a good girl that was forced down her throat, but that doesn’t mean she’s not empathic, or that she’s not capable of goodness. She’s good to twice. She’s good to the people who accept her.

Himiko no matter what will always be a deviant. Always be an outsider. Instead of trying to make room for her her parents forced her to lie and wear a mask until her identity became completely shattered. I like Toga because under the knife wielding psycho she's a normal girl. Then under that normal girl there’s also a knife wielding psycho ready to fight back, and both of them are the real her.

Ihei Hairu

“I saw the reaper, he was very beautiful.”

Every character from the garden is just fundamentally broken. Hairu and Rize are interesting foils, because if you think of about it a loveless childhood turned them both into ruthless killers. It’s just they decided to live for different things, Rize lived rejecting love and Hairu lived chasing after love. However, fundamentally they are the same. They are children starved for any kind of love or nurturing. Hairu is so desperate she devotes her entire life to the first person who acknowledged her. However, the same sort of desperation to live, that tragic need to make the most out of the few short years they have exists in all garden children.

Hairu wants so badly to be a person, but she’s not a person. She’s half ghoul.

There's just something about a girl who was never meant to be born and never meant to live, still trying. There's a dark side to her character, she's violent and inhuman exactly like the environment she was raised in but she was also still a child at heart seeking love.

Which is why though her narrative is a thoroughly unhappy one, it does make me happy that there was someone who loved her in the form of Koori Ui. There is someone who wanted her to live longer. Her life was short, but she did live, and it’s that struggle to connect to others that made her truly alive.

#hairu ihei #ajimu najimi #enoshima junko #toga himiko #kocho shinobu #midna #rachel roth #raven #azula #vriska serket #morrigan #morrigan dragon age #meme #spooky speaks

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voids-colourful-creations · 4 years ago

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There’s an old game at the back of the arcade that no one plays anymore. Well, you say ‘anymore’ but you doubt anyone’s ever really played it. It’s all the way in the back, hidden behind a row of other games. It was easy to miss, but for some reason, it catches your eye.

It doesn’t look old really, on the contrary, the magenta paint glistens under the weak fluorescent lights, almost dripping off the sides of the cabinet. The more you look at it, the more you think it doesn’t even look like paint.

There’s no name at the top, only an odd checkerboard pattern. It looks like space was made for a name- it was intended to be there- but one was never written. You wonder why.

You step a little closer to the machine, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one’s watching. Something about the machine unnerves you; you get the feeling you shouldn’t touch it, but at the same time you are inexplicably drawn to it.

The screen is dark. It probably doesn’t even work. Regardless...

You plunge your hand into the depths of your jean pocket and find a single quarter among the lint. You thought you had spent all your money already. Cautiously, you press the coin into the machine. The metal clinks against the plastic. Your hands are shaking so bad you missed the slot.

You try again. The coin slides in. A flat tone emanates from the machine, the screen crackling to life. All it displays is a flat gray. There you are, reflected in the glass. You don’t recognize yourself.

You’re so surprised you jump back a bit. Your heart pounds in your ears. Louder than the chatter of children, electronic bells and whistles of every other game in the arcade. All of that seems so far from you now.

You try and calm your breath as you stare at the screen. Perhaps it really is broken. It doesn’t seem to be displaying anything.

As soon as the thought is formed, the display changes.

A glitching and distorted image is formed. It’s so pixelated you can hardly make out the shapes. You step closer to get a better look. Are those faces? The eyes have been scribbled out.

The image is flipped, upside down... and a deep and vivid pink. Is it supposed to be like that?

Your eyes hurt just looking at it. Something is flashing on the screen.

Moving forward without realizing it, you reach towards one of the buttons on the console. Just as you’re about to press one, you hesitate.

There is no joystick on this console, only buttons and what appears to be a touch screen. The buttons on the console are black and white. Black or White. Which one should you press? You aren’t sure. Maybe it would be best to turn back, walk away from the machine, away from the arcade, and never come back.

You don’t do that. You can’t do that.

Gritting your teeth you squeeze your eyes shut and slam your open palm against the buttons.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

When you finally open your eyes again (it took quite some time for you to gather the courage) the display seems to be back to ‘normal’

A boy and girl in front of a school building stare back at you, blankly. They judge you with hollow expressions. The option to ‘press start’ is the only one granted to you.

Above their heads is the title.

[Trigger Happy Havoc: Danganronpa.]

Dangan... ronpa?

You reach forward again.

The game starts.

So yeah I hope you enjoy that little piece of flash fiction! That was really only supposed to be a few lines but I got carried away,,,

This is my gift to the series for its 10th Anniversary, but I’m posting it early because I’m impatient.

Haunted Arcade machines are on my list of ‘things I want to watch hour long documentaries on’ along with failed conventions, args, and world record progressions.

This drawing was really just a first trial for making arcade cabinets, I’d like to design some for series I like, but making the designs is hardddd.

Below the cut are some bonuses, including the original placeholder image for the screen (the screen in the final image is just a heavily edited screenshot of the title screen w/ Sayaka), a version with a simple black screen, and just the background, which was made by taking a picture of space and adding glitch effects until it looked like a bowling alley carpet.

(The above was the original version I made but while I was writing the description I realized it didn’t fit. =/)

Here’s just the cabinet, (if anyone wants to edit in their own image on the screen or something go for it, but please tag/credit me!)

and here’s it with the beach doodle I did, that never went anywhere.

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #2nd person #eye strain #tw eye strain #fanart #danganronpa fanart #fanfic #danganronpa fanfic #voids pixel art #voids fic #technically this is an example of everything I do here #glitch #arcade cabinet #danganronpa anniversary #long post

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honhonluigi · 4 years ago

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So you run the Dangan Aftermath blog right? Or are at least a mod? How does it feel when someone asks about Chiaki, and you have to answer an ask as her?

Oh, I actually love it when I have to answer asks for her. Same with Hifumi or Maki or Mahiru. I love getting questions for characters that I hate. It’s a really, really fun challenge to try and get into character and analyze the thoughts/motives of characters that I otherwise never think about. It’s a fun challenge to try and make those characters worth reading, to try and come up with something interesting or better to do with their story, or some way to make them tolerable. It’s an especially fun challenge to try and write for them without bias. Because as a writer, you need to make all of your characters human and believable. You can’t have a scapegoat that everyone hates and that everything awful just happens to all the time. That’s lame. So it’s a fun exercise for me to try and take characters like Chiaki and Maki and write them without letting my surging hatred for them get in the way. I have to be like “Okay, these people have friends who like them, have good qualities however small, deserve relationships, and will have good and happy things happen to them sometimes.” And then I have to make it happen. There’s such a difference between how I feel about characters as a fan vs when I’m writing them. I have to turn off my hatred and be like “this character is no longer the cause of my indigestion every morning. Now they’re a vessel for telling a story and I have to do it right.” Because when I’m writing something of my own, and creating my own characters, I don’t hate any of them, no matter how much I would if I was just a fan reading about them. To me, all my characters are interesting tools to be analyzed. When I write for someone else’s character that I hate, they become that for the moment that I’m writing that question. I don’t hate them anymore; I’m fascinated by the usefulness they could have as a character. If they’re made to be disliked, I still have to make them believable, analyze why they’re so unlikable, make it based on their character motivations, and give everyone good reasons to hate them.

Anyway, basically, it’s just a fun challenge for me to answer asks for characters I hate. I love trying really hard to write them without any biases. Trying to be in character, give them relationships, and do a storyline with them even if I hate them. It involved so much character analysis and I love that. I actually secretly started a Chiaki blog as an experiment for 11 days. I wanted to see if I could do it. It was some of the most fun I had in a while. (Probably mostly because I was pranking people but--)

Don’t get me wrong, though. It doesn’t make me hate them less. Just because I can do a good job with them doesn’t mean that they were actually like that in canon. The second I hit “post” on the ask, I’m back to seething about how awful they and their writing are. It’s not some kind of therapeutic thing that works long-term. I’m only tolerable of them in my writing because I know that I’m not coddling the Mary Sues or forcing comphet bullshit. I’m not going to ruin everyone else’s story for the sake of one Waifu-Bait fucker. But I’m only tolerant of them in the context of my own writing, because I know that I’m safe, and that I’m not playing into the things I hate about them/how they work in canon. But when I see them in canon, or in a fan-work, they’re still like that: the way that I hate them, being portrayed in the way that I hate them. Them in canon sucks, and the fandom just exacerbates that. So I still hate them when I see them any other time, because then they are being toted up as perfect Mary Sues in which everyone else’s stories get ruined for the sake of their shitty writing.

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jinjojess · 4 years ago

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Hi! So I suddenly fell into the V3 ending rabbit hole once again for some reason (maybe because of the 10th anniversary or something) and I realized there was a whole theory that the Hope's Peak saga isn't fiction in the V3 universe and that's made apparent by inconsistencies in the prologue with Shirogane's statements about the nature of the show. I was wondering if you have any thoughts about this? Even old posts would do, I didn't find anything mentioning this particular subject here ty!

Personally, I think that the idea that everything did happen and V3 is just another game in the Kibougamine series’ distant future is kinda lame wish-fulfillment, so you’re not going to get an unbiased answer out of me, unfortunately.

(The only “Kibougamine characters literally existed in the same timeline as V3″ theory I like is the one that the neat and tidy world we get at the end of DR3 is actually just as unsustainable as most of us thought and Naegi’s little dream world folded in the end, paving the way for a new person to take up Junko’s mantle and shake the foundations of the society that won’t admit it’s sick.)

If you’re interested in what the game says in Japanese in the prologue I could take a look sometime when I have a minute to check for you, but I suspect that the “definitive proof” is likely something with an easy justification either way.

And that’s by design. Kodaka wanted to make a Lady and the Tiger-style ending again so there’s a lot of evidence for both the characters in V3 to be “characters” of Shirogane’s creation, or actual SHSL individuals she’s gaslighting in her effort to emulate Junko the Real Life Person.

That said, I honestly don’t think that those are the only two binary options, and it’s kind of ironic that the fandom treats it as if they are.

Instead, let me submit to you what I actually think is the case with V3′s relationship to the Kibougamine Saga:

The characters in V3 are indeed sign-ups to a reality show, but the Kibougamine installments aren’t intended to be seen as reality shows.

The timeline, as I understand it, is like this:

V3 and the rest of DanRon are in separate universes (meaning V3 is an AU of Dangan Ronpa).

In the V3 reality, DanRon was fictional in the same sense as it is in our world--it started off as games, then anime, then stage shows, then cafes, etc. etc.

Every possible DanRon case situation begins to get exhausted, and the fandom starts to wane.

Team DR, in an effort to revitalize the series and keep their fans, start a DR-themed reality TV show.

I don’t know about the localization since I haven’t played it, but there’s a line in V3 that I’ll have to pull up sometime to have on hand where Shirogane says in the 6th trial that Real Fiction is a recent development created because audiences weren’t being shocked by the murder tricks anymore and so they had to up the ante.

My other reason for thinking that this is not a post-Despair world is that we see Makoto, the kid who is on the outside, dealing with the pressure of his life that’s pretty similar and relatable to many irl students in Japan. It doesn’t really seem to be a broken world with life-or-death problems, and that tracks on why people would be so into media that provides that kind of emotional reaction.

There’s also the fact that the images in the binders about past games in Saihara’s lab start off as illustrations and later transition into photos, which supports my read as well.

There’s other things too, but I’ve written about them a ton before and this ask is getting really long, haha.

#ask #anon #long post #V3 #NDRV3 #DR

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dinoburger · 5 years ago

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could you list off some of your old interests? :o

fuck there’s been a lot - I think one of the only hard no’s is dangan ron//pa just cuz I was a tired sad kid at the time and it just doesn’t feel good to think about anymore, maybe not UT either cuz it’s just... everywhere anyway, I’m so switched off to it... RC9GN is one I’d be super on the fence about ever touching again even though it was so important to me at the time

I’ve watched a lotta those 2010′s cartoons, Adventure Time, Regular Show, SU, Gravity Falls, played a handful of those games, OFF, Don’t Starve, Yume Nikki (which I actually REALLY wanna replay) someone brought up DHMIS, obviously AoSTH is also a big one, I liked Over the Garden W//all, Gregory H//orror Show

I liked the Mario RPG games with Fawful and some Kirby ones especially Kirby Super Star/SS Ultra (Marx was a longtime fave)

BFDI/II/BFB were big uns

I won’t revisit Co//okie Run

OH I was into Epic Mickey for a while, was really into the Mad Doctor

I had a Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure phase?

I didn’t mind Space Dandy... uhhh I really liked Dr. Gel...

PnF was an absolutely ancient one too but it has a place in my heart

I guess the question was mostly aimed at people who’ve been following me for a while already but I would actually hope there’s nobody from my AT/RS phase still around LOL it kinda sucked

...ah yes and MLP. that’s the one I joined tumblr with, bc all the MLP askblogs were being made around that time on here and I wanted in on that. that’s kinda sketchy territory too I suppose.

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96percentdone · 6 years ago

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On Chapter 6′s Audition Tapes

Among other things pfft

Alright so v3′s chapter six is hotly debated over what’s real and what isn’t, mostly because it’s an incoherent dumpster fire. There’s those who think it’s all true, those who think it’s all bullshit, and those who are like “no there’s a balance because the game has a balance.”

I’m not going to say which one of those stances is correct, namely because I haven’t worked out the entire puzzle, but with @zyzix and a few other people, I think I’ve figured out part of it. Namely, the audition tapes, which tie into several other details of chapter six and the prologue. More under the cut:

This is Saihara’s Audition tape, particularly the very start. I want you to notice a few things before I get into it: the floor, the angle, and censoring out of Saihara’s name. All of these are important.

First, the floor. Now, I remember seeing another post on this subject, but I can’t find it anymore, so I’ll make the case myself. You can find hardwood flooring like that in another part of the school, specifically, in Shirogane’s lab.

Sorry about the size and quality. If you can’t tell I’ve been relying on youtube playthroughs for screenshots cause my copy is on the vita. Anyway, in the back of Shirogane’s lab, she has this ever-changing set piece designed for photoshoots. This is the first set that shows up. As you can see, the floor is hardwood. Given Shirogane’s status as Ringleader, and this being her lab, it would be quite easy for her to use this setting to make fake audition tapes. All she would need to do was push all those desks and chairs aside.

But it’s not enough to just keep the floor in mind. That’s a weak case on it’s own, but for that I’d like to draw attention to the weird angle these were filmed at. The camera is basically above him. We can catch no glimpse of the walls, just Saihara. And it’s not only his audition from this angle.

Again, we’re above them. Pretty weird angle to use for an audition, y’know? If someone is trying to prove why they deserve to be on your show, you’d think you’d want to see them from a more natural angle. You’re not going to film the show at this angle, and it’s just inconvenient to have to stare right up at a camera for who knows how long.

So let’s bring us back to the set in Shirogane’s lab. Sure, you can push the desks and chairs aside, but if you were to use this to film fake tapes, you still have a problem: the blackboard built into the wall.

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If you look at the setting set itself up you see the blackboard comes up with the wall. It’s part of the wall, and it can’t be moved. So how do you avoid getting it in the shot? Fix your camera angle so it faces the floor. Maybe even mess with the lighting too so no hint of the wall can show up, given how dark this room they’re auditioning in seems to be.

But you’re all probably still wondering “even if Shirogane could use this setting to fake them, that doesn’t change she has cospox.” And I agree with that; so long as Shirogane can’t cosplay a real person without breaking out into hives, her pretending to be Saihara, Akamatsu, and Momota is entirely out of the question. But...that’s assuming she was cosplaying them.

I’d like to draw you to the name, or in particular, how it’s censored. See, that’s also weird for an audition tape, right? You would want to have the names of the people you’re considering to be on record. That’s just basic logic. So why censor it? Well, what if that’s because the names she used weren’t their names.

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I tried to link to the time stamp, but it didn’t work so head to 6:01. You’ll see Akamatsu and Saihara both introduce themselves by the name we know them as. Akamatsu even does so earlier in the prologue while in the locker, although it takes her a minute to remember her name, presumably because she was knocked out by the people who kidnapped her. Amami later uses his name, and with these, we can verify, these are their names.

If they were the ones in the audition tapes, it would be easier to leave their names in, as well as more convincing. But Shirogane can’t do that, because the names she used in the audition tapes are not their names. They’re fake names, for fictional characters that happen to look like them. She can’t cosplay a real person, but she can cosplay a fictional character who happens to look like them whenever she wants.

Maybe you think that’s convenient. After all, it's still their entire appearance right? A name change shouldn’t be enough to cover for her. But that’s also why their audition tape selves don’t act like them either. @marisexmas wrote a meta on this I’ll link to here, but even if you just watch that part of the prologue again, you will see their personalities are not different from their in-game selves at all. Saihara is still nervous, Akamatsu is still take charge, among many others.

But their audition tape selves sure aren’t like that. Saihara’s a sweaty obsessive fanboy, Akamatsu really couldn’t give a shit about anyone, and Momota (who we know as staunchly anti-murder) is gleefully talking about killing people for money. Their audition tape characters seem to be just expies of real people with different names and different attitudes, and that’s because they are.

But there’s even more to support her having lied about their audition. In the video above take a look at the scene from 18:25-18:54. Now compare it to this flashback Shirogane shows us in chapter six, which is supposed to have happened right then.

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You’ll see the flashback straight up doesn’t fit what we actually experienced in the prologue. Entire lines that should be there straight up just aren’t. This flashback straight up did not happen.

Maybe you’re thinking “well from chapter 1 we know Akamatsu is an unreliable narrator” but that’s an entirely different circumstance from this. In that Akamatsu had commited murder, and while things relating to her set up were kept deliberately vague, they were still present. When you go back through chapter one you can see clear hints as to what’s actually going on.

But this is different. Going back to the prologue scene after this flashback we’re shown no sign that Akamatsu is deceiving us. There are no vague statements where that flashback dialogue should be. It just cuts right to the next line.

Furthermore, on an emotional level, there’s no reason for her to be unreliable in the prologue either. When she’s planning to kill someone you can argue she thinks in vague terms because she doesn’t want to think that’s what she’s planning to do or what it’ll come to. There’s a clear reason for an emotional bias. But if that flashback is real, then shouldn’t Akamatsu’s clear elation at this reveal be present? Why wouldn’t she want to think about it if it’s what she wants?

Furthermore, we also have this:

Again, Akamatsu has no reason to be an unreliable narrator at this point. This, therefore, should have happened. She was kidnapped off the streets and shoved into a locker. And again, if she willingly signed up to be part of this show, then why kidnap them? They signed paperwork, right? There’s like a whole contracting procedure that should have happened, and everyone who was accepted should have just shown up to the set ready to start work. But they were kidnapped. This entire thing reeks of illegal.

Akamatsu has no reason to lie, but you know who does? Shirogane. Shirogane in chapter six has a very clear agenda. To make everyone complete her killing game exactly the way she wants them to, and that means causing them an exorbitant amount of despair. And what could be more despair-inducing than telling someone they literally auditioned for their misery? It’d be difficult to top that.

With Shirogane’s final “cosplaycat killer” line I’m inclined to think chapter 6 went the way she wanted it to. Working under the assumption she’s a huge dangan ronpa fangirl, which makes sense given her talent and her cosplays that chapter, of course she’d aim for the “Dangan Ronpa Ending.” The survivors after enduring boatloads of despair, decide “no fuck that fuck you we won’t do what you want” and defeat their mastermind, and that’s exactly what happened. They didn’t vote. V3′s ending plays out much like sdr2′s and dr1′s. To get the outcome she wants she’ll do anything, even lie, which fits thematically with the game.

I’m not sure about everything in chapter 6. There’s still a lot of bad writing in that chapter, and even with this, there are a few weird questions. Like who the audience was, and what the actual fuck was up with Kiibo, among other things. But I think this is a good start.

TL;DR: The audition tapes are fake bullshit, the ch6 flashback is also fake bullshit, but hey cospox is real.

#dangan ronpa #ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #shirogane tsumugi #akamatsu kaede #hope.txt #my meta #and so there you go #this was really long #but I hope it's useful #so yeah

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mana-sputachu · 6 years ago

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T O F U?

Sneaky one, lol

T - What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships?F/F: Pricefield (Life is Strange) M/M: Ok, i’m not really into yaoi, but there are a few canon/almost canon couples that i ended up liking it (even if i’m not particularly interested in the NSFW side of them): Ishimondo, JuzoSuke (Dangan Ronpa), Viktuuri (Yuri! On Ice), CaeJose (JoJo - oh well, it’s almost impossible to find het in JoJo. And i’m het so it says a lot lol).O - Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?Hmm… the ones i’m listening on loop lately aren’t really for a ship, but now that i think about it, they remind me of Touko a lot (Brick by boring brick by Paramore, and Hope of morning by Icon for Hire).Oh, there’s the movie version of S.O.S (ABBA) that always make me think of JuzoSukeChisa. Like, when i listen it i always imagine Juzo and Chisa singing it to Kyosuke. And Juzo with Pierce Brosnan’s voice, HELLO.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? What fandom was it?If we’re talking about being *active* in it… probably 2006? Maybe even 2003/04, when we still had only one PC at home. I started posting (embarassing) fanarts and then writing (even more embarassing) fanfictions on some italian sites.The fandom was Tekken. I’m not really active anymore in it (90% of the fandom is hell, but also i don’t like the direction the series went… but i still love the serie).U - What are your favorite male/female ships? TogaFuka, Naegiri, KaiMaki (Dangan Ronpa), XiaoJin (Tekken), Ranma/Akane (Ranma ½). I clearly have more, but these are my faves.

Thank you!

Send me a question (or more)!

#dangan ronpa #tekken #ranma #reply #meme #games #thanks livi!#pinlc-candy

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daydreamdanganronpa · 6 years ago

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38. “You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby.”

41. “Why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”

i still looove pregame shuichi

ch.6 spoilers under the cut!

Being taken captive by strangers and forced into uncomfortable situations was no pleasant thing, and it was an ordeal Kaede had to go through twice today.

This time she found herself tied down to a bed with rope in a dimly lit room, panic rising in her chest. When Kaede forced her head up to look at her attacker, she expected to see a group of men, but to her surprise it was only a lone boy in front of her. She noted his appearance-- Slender stature, short blue hair and eyelashes so long it made her jealous. But that was besides the point. She lowered her guard seeing he was around the same age as her, but upon seeing his unsettling grin she became apprehensive again.

“It’s a good thing you’re awake~” The boy moved over to her. “I don’t know what I’d do if you were dead, Kaede-chan. Your life is too valuable to me.”

Her back pressed firmly against the mattress, she looked up in fear at the boy now caging her with his arms. He moved one to touch her cheek, but she flinched, earning a chuckle from him.

“Wh-- Who are you and how did you do this? Where am I?” She was yelling. “Let me go!”

“Hu~uh? Why would I do that now? You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby.”

Kaede shook her head fiercely, eyes squeezing shut as she drowned out his words.

“Shuichi Saihara.” He announced. “I was your biggest fan, you know? But you can consider me your saviour now~”

“Dangan Ronpa won’t be able to get to you anymore. God, that season sucked.”

“Huh?”

“Aah but I would’ve loved to be on the same season as you. We would’ve been so good together~” He continued to play with her blonde locks, noting how soft it was. He touches were unabating-- his fingers venturing all over her body. He held his breath as he did, he had always wanted her writhing underneath him.

“But they didn’t accept my audition, can you believe that? Haah, if I got in we could’ve spent so much time together~” He hummed, enjoying all of her flustered reactions and weak attempts at resisting.

“It was really annoying me the way Rantaro was talking to you, you know? A playboy like him shouldn’t be associating himself with you.”

“I don’t… Know what you’re talking about. S...Stop it.” Kaede sobbed, hating to listen to his rambling. “Where is he? Where’s everyone?”

“They were trying to take you away from me.” He answered. His eyes darkened as he narrowed them. “I’ll never forgive them or Team Dangan Ronpa.”

“What? I wanted to escape with them too! Where are they?”

“Doesn’t matter. Dead for all I know.” Grinned Shuichi again with a shrug. “You’re safe with me now, isn’t that nice? You know how dangerous the outside world is-- you wouldn’t want to end up like them.”

“Even now, your will is unshakable. Aah, that gets me every time! Clinging to hope in a situation where there’s nothing but despair-- that’s what I love about you, Kaede-chan! I’m so glad you’re mine.”

But there was nothing safe about this, and Kaede felt her restraints choking her even more, the rope cutting her blood circulation. She began to sob, missing the smiles of her friends. She’d rather be dead than be where she was now.

“Huh? Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?” His head tilts.

When she didn’t respond he wipes away a tear threatening to roll down her cheek, then proceeds to move away her skirt. Kaede’s breath hitches in her throat when she feels his fingers dancing on her inner thighs and her eyes dart back to look at Shuichi’s gaze-- hungry and full of desire.

“Don’t worry, Kaede-chan. I’ll make it all better~”

#mod amami #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #pregame

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themattress · 6 years ago

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7, 8, 9, 11, 17, 21, 22, 23, 25

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

It’s actually incredibly rare for me to like something and then just…not like it anymore. Or at the very least, there will be things about it that I will always like even if the rest of the product goes to shit. With that said, if there’s one thing I used to really enjoy that I just don’t anymore, it would have to be the Nostalgia Critic web series. While there have been some enjoyable episodes here and there, for the most part it’s felt like a big step down in quality ever since it was un-cancelled in 2013. Doug Walker himself has gotten more obnoxious and unlikable on a personal level. And that’s to say nothing of the absolute shitshow that was the abuse going on at Channel Awesome that Doug and his brother are culpable in (#ChangeTheChannel). The Nostalgia Critic used to be a really fun thing that I looked forward to. And now it’s not.

Have you received anon hate? What about?

Yes, about perceived “wrong opinions”. I usually just delete it and move on.

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

When you get down to it, there are two types of characters I hate: characters who do terrible things in canon and you are thus supposed to hate, and characters who the writers constantly and hamfistedly push for you to like and sympathize with regardless of whether or not they deserve it. I usually enjoy hating the former type, but am just frustrated with the latter type.

Examples of Type I: Peter Pan from OUAT, Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Ghetsis from Pokemon, Gendo from Evangelion, Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls, Ragyo from Kill La Kill, Junko from Dangan Ronpa, The Joker from any given incarnation of Batman, etc.

Examples of Type II: Regina Mills from OUAT, Lana Lang from Smallville, Mon-El from Supergirl, Lea and even kind of Riku from Kingdom Hearts, pre-Book 3 Mako from Legend of Korra, Paul from Pokemon, Meiko from Digimon, (Insert name) Uchiha from Naruto, etc.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Several, but the one who immediately springs to mind is Iris from the Pokemon anime. The fandom hates her because they’re by and large misogynistic pissants who can’t stand that she routinely emasculates their beloved surrogate Ash, but since I’m not one of them I can actually enjoy how cute, cool and amusing she is, and how well-written her character development is - especially in comparison to her successor, the fandom’s darling Serena.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Right off the top of my head, I think of the exercise in shark-jumping that was Euphemia’s brainwashing and death in Code Geass, some of the worst writng in anything ever. Instead of that contrived bullshit happening, I would have made Schniezel hijack the SAZ plan for his own benefit, turning it into just another form of oppression for the Japanese people but wrapped in a benevolent appearance. The Black Rebellion could still happen, and Euphie could remain alive to receive more character development and become a smarter political player ala Lacus from Gundam SEED whom she already greatly resembles.

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

They’re fine, I love plenty of crack ships! Just don’t take them too seriously.

Popular character you hate?

I recently talked about Steve from Stranger Things, and that called to mind a character who, while I don’t hate per se, I don’t particularly like as much as most people seem to: Chief Jim Hopper. I’m sorry, but this guy is a fucking asshole! He usually treats people like shit, he solves most problems by punching people in the face, he pursued the Will Byers case mostly for his own personal reasons rather than for the sake of the boy or even his mother, he sold the kids at the school out to Brenner in the Season 1 finale, and he entered nigh-unforgivably abusive territory with Eleven in Season 2. Also, I’m salty that it looks like Bob, a better guy in every way, got killed off partly in order to set up a Jim/Joyce ship. So yeah, not a fan.

Unpopular character you love?

Kirsten Dunst’s Mary Jane Watson from the Sam Raimi Spider-Man trilogy is hated by most hardcore comic purists for not being faithful enough to the 616 version of MJ, and by other viewers who hate her being a damsel in distress all the time, for being “bitchy” and messing with the feelings of male characters around her, or for not being beautiful enough. I, however, understand that adaptations need to cut corners and do what works best for them and the medium they’re in, and think that they did just fine with Mary Jane and that Kirsten Dunst plays her wonderfully. I’m also not a misogynist in any way, so I understand that people without superpowers are usually vulnerable and I don’t victim-blame MJ for being kidnapped and commend her for handling herself better with each passing incident, I don’t begrudge her as a woman for having faults while excusing the male characters for the same, and I know that comic book beauty is an idealized, unreachable standard and that it’s asinine to hold real-life women to it. Kirsten Dunst’s Mary Jane Watson is a great character, period.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

You’re kidding me, right? There’s way too much examples here! How can I choose just one? Ugh, whatever, here’s this for Once Upon a Time.

#Meme

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danganronpa-21 · 6 years ago

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Chapter 4: New Friends and Familiar Enemies

TRACK: Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak Academy OST 1 - 2O. Dangan Break.

Before I even took the entrance exam to get in to Hope's Peak Academy, I auditioned to be apart of the school's Talent Class Program instead of the Reserve Class one. Actually, if you want to get technical, I was auditioned more than once. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I was forced to audition twice.

The first time I was by myself, in front of a small room of people that included about four members of the school board, my father and my mother, and a talent scout. The second time, in a crowded gymnasium with all kinds of onlookers and people participating in the audition. The second time, this collection of people also happened to include an opponent by the name of Asuga Oyama.

Thanks to a heated debate between the school board and the staff at the academy, the second audition for the Talent Class title of the Super High School Level Martial Artist was held as a full-out brawl between the two students who had been selected for the role. Myself, the headmaster and vice principal's son who all in all didn't stand out too much; and another girl who stood out a little too much through her past school expulsions due to extreme violence. Thanks to the girl's history of violence in her background, Mom and Dad had wanted to reject her application for it didn't fit their requirements of what a Hope's Peak student should be. However, this screamed bias to the school board who claimed that they were surprised and even angered to not see her name in the outgoing student letters. Once they explained the circumstances, the school board shrugged off their concerns and said that a second audition should be conducted in which the two contenders fought for the rights to the title. While Mom and Dad originally tried to reject this idea, the school board forced their hands. So on a Monday evening, I received news that I was going to have to audition for a second time in the following week against an opponent I'd never met. As if that weren't enough, by the end I wasn't able to recall a lot of what happened in my second audition.

The end, especially, I don't remember. I don't remember the point in which it all turned bad. I don't remember the sensation of pain that was coursing through my body in those moments, or the feeling of the blood dribbling down my lips and chin. I can't recall the exact moment that I tumbled to the ground in bitter defeat. I can only remember what other people have told me about those last few moments, and even then they're hazy and seem almost unreal.

According to what I've been told, she got one good hit in at my nose. Fortunately there was no crunching sound, so it didn't seem like it was broken. Still, upon impact it began to mercilessly gush blood which dripped down my chin and neck, soaking my gi. At that point I'm told my parents were beginning to look a little more antsy, hoping that I would be able to take the shot no matter my pain and recover well. I can recall hoping for that too, but another strike forced in to my gut knocked the wind out of me and sent me tumbling backwards.

The crowd let out an "ooh" as I hit the mat, my lungs screaming for air as my brain tried to grasp the idea of me having been knocked on to my butt. I sat there for a split second, gasping and sputtering desperately as I strived for comprehension of situation. I should have known that I didn't have time to process it, though, for the next thing I knew I was receiving a warning from the referee that I'd have to get up soon or I'd be considered down for the count. Staying on the ground was not an option for me. It just wasn't. So despite everything that I was feeling in my body while I sat there on the mat, I used every nerve that I possibly could to push myself to my feet and maybe get myself back on track. The spectators began to cheer as I rose to my feet, but they quickly cut themselves off as soon as they saw her grab on to me and flip me. With how swiftly she'd been able to pick me up, you'd think I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes to her. Well, I suppose perhaps I was because much like the potatoes would, I received some nasty bruises from that flip.

As the crowd watched my struggle, voices began to shout from the stands and call out to me. The voices were cheering me on and assuring me that I would be able to get the upper hand against her once again if I just got back on to my feet. I had wanted to believe them, but the aching that had spread throughout my back and the rest of my body told me otherwise. I knew that if I didn't want to suffer an unfortunate fate, I would have to get up, but my body felt like it didn't remember how anymore. The only thing it seemed to understand was pure, untainted pain as I laid there on my back.

"Come on, Koichi, little buddy, get up!" I heard Yasuhiro yell from the stands, likely cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice would project louder.

"You can do it, Koichi, we know you can!" Aunt Komaru whooped next. I could already picture the way she was pumping her fist in the air. "You're doing great!"

"K-K-K-Kick her ass, kid!" Toko added, not allowing her stuttering problem to quiet her down. Realistically it was wrong of her to be saying that as a member of staff, especially considering it showed bias, but... Toko wasn't really one to play by the rules. She was incredibly good at speaking her mind, no matter how cruel or mean she was being. Usually it tended to be difficult to put up with; however, in that moment I found it actually pretty encouraging. Knowing that my family and friends were supporting me and had my back, I struggled to sit up and push myself to my feet once again.

"Seriously? Are you going to give up or what?" My opponent snarled as she adjusted the buns that she'd tied her teal hair up in. Despite my multiple attacks, she seemed to be doing a lot better than I was. She seemed to only be bleeding a little bit from her lip and her most noticeable bruise had only just begun to swell. "Aren't you ready to say that Oyama Asuga-san will be the next Super High School Level Martial Artist?"

"Fat chance of that," I retorted, putting on a smirk despite the pain and the persisting flavour of copper. "I'm going to knock your teeth out and show you who's boss."

"Hmph. Too bad you talk smack better than you fight." She countered, her body reacting in time with her words as she moved her leg up to perform a crescent kick. Instinctively I ducked, her foot just narrowly grazing my head as I nearly hit the floor. Now that she had made an attempt at getting a hit in, I knew I'd have to move quickly. As I sprung back up from the floor, I took my chance as quickly as possible and followed up with a twisting kick. Fortunately I was able to move fast enough that it collided directly with Asuga's nose. There was a slight crunching sound as it made impact, and soon it began to drip blood down her front just as mine had. Without thinking she had cupped her hands around it as involuntary tears sprung to her eyes, and for a moment I thought maybe I had her beat. If I could move fast enough to get a hit in just after she removed her hands, I thought maybe I would be able to get the upper hand. That was all I thought I really needed in that moment, to be the winner. After all, the brawl wasn't going to be over until one of us either surrendered or was no longer able to fight.

Regrettably, this was a severe blunder on my part that ultimately lead to failure. As I stood there for a moment, watching Asuga with careful eyes, I was able to observe Asuga as she drew her hands away from her nose and wiped the blood off with the back of her hand. Her gaze seemed to linger the scarlet smear on her hand for a moment, and before I knew it her icy blue eyes had pried themselves away from her hand to look at me. People have told me that even from the audience seating, they could all see the absolute fury in Asuga's eyes as she glared over at me. Her jaw clenched tight and her breathing unsteady, Asuga let out a low growling sound before lunging forward and allowing her hand to collide forcefully with my chin.

As I felt the impact I stumbled backward slightly, cringing at the feeling of my teeth being forced together due to how she struck my jaw. How unusual it was of me to have been caught off guard by something as simple as shomen-ate. When all is said and done, shomen-ate is one of the basic movements used in aikido. You could argue that it was cheap of Asuga to even use such a shot, but then again... you could also argue that it was representative of her superiority that she was able to hit me with it. I could tell that all of the spectators, no matter if they were cheering on my opponent or myself, knew that I should have been able to avoid that. But I didn't. I didn't and it enabled her to continue to her attack, each strike more powerful than the last.

It wasn't as if I wasn't trying to fight back. I was— I was whipping out everything I had to try and beat her. I was pulling moves from each of the five martial arts that I knew, but every single move I made seemed to be returned with a block and then a vicious attack against me. Before I knew it I felt blood begin to gush from my nose again thanks to another impact, and my right eye had been hit so many times that it was starting to swell. Trying desperately to stay on my feet, I bit down on my mouth guard and attempted to think of a plan to get me out of the scenario. It felt as if it was almost no use, for it seemed every move that I made, Asuga always had a counterattack for it. It probably wasn't too helpful that I was beginning to feel a little woozy in the head area, either. I felt almost as if I couldn't stand on my own two feet anymore, my stomach churning as the room spun around me.

'I've got to keep fighting.' I barely remember telling myself. For what, I wonder now. At that point it had become abundantly clear that I had no chance and yet I refused to be crushed under the weight of my opponent's superiority. My reflexes were slowing and the world kept spinning and I felt like I was going to vomit. I felt practically defenceless as Asuga grabbed on to me and performed another judo flip, slamming me down in to the mat. Pain spread throughout my entire back and shot down my legs as well. I laid there for a moment, processing all of the pain I was experiencing until finally I knew that I had to push myself up. Some of the audience members cheered as I rolled over and stood on all fours, expecting me to eventually push myself back up to being on two feet. But I didn't. Instead, I listened carefully to the angry shouts I was hearing from the stands.

"This barbaric!" A familiar voice yelled, "You're sick for making them do this. He's obviously injured, just call off the fight already! He needs help! I don't care about the competition, it's not worth these kids getting hurt!"

I didn't hear the response to that statement. I wasn't even able to decipher who's voice it was yelling, only that it belonged to a man I was sure I knew. Rather than forcing myself to understand, I simply continued to stare at the ground as the referee and Asuga both screamed at me to get up. I could feel the chaos breaking loose all around me, but I was so battered and broken that I didn't even have it in me to do anything about it. As I tried to get back to my feet, the world seemed to spin even faster, and I began to feel a warm bile rise up my throat.

'Oh god. Koichi, do not puke here.' I ordered myself, but the concussion I had just received was not going to obey such a command. Instead it allowed, or maybe even *encouraged* me to barf up my breakfast from that morning. All over the mat, I may add. As I stood there, still on all fours, gasping and looking at the mess that I had just made; I came to the profound realization that at this point I had completely lost. There was no coming back from a concussion that made me too dizzy to stand and so, so sick to my stomach. Without the strength to do anything more, I let myself fall to my left side (away from the puddle) and hit the floor.

Just doing that, there were about two sensations I felt within that moment: utter disappointment in myself, and utter pain due to every single injury I sustained.

"Winner: Challenger Oyama Asuga!" The referee cheered, holding Asuga's arm in the air triumphantly as he completely ignored my panicked parents pushing past him and rushing to my side. I've been told that the moment they got a hold of me, Dad wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. Carrying me incredibly gingerly in his arms, he and Mom rushed me to the infirmary for medical attention. They left the whole competition aspect behind, not thinking about how they would be forced to admit the girl who ruthlessly attacked their son.

Not thinking about the girl who wouldn't stop even after her opponent was obviously down. The girl I'd hoped that I would never have to see again.

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TRACK: DRtA OST: -1-11- Despair Eden

After Tamiko and I parted, my feelings of anxiousness and uncertainty seemed to increase once again. Which was really obnoxious, to say the least, but it's not like there was anything I could have done about it. We both met each other knowing that eventually we would have to go off with our own classes. It just seemed almost as if it was too soon when we finally did part. Honestly because of that... I felt as if the whole entrance ceremony was a total blur. I was too busy running through the different possibilities in my mind that I could barely focus on the speech that poor Dad had been reciting to himself while doing the laundry for weeks. I actually even managed to miss homeroom teacher introductions, and was forced to awkwardly ask the girl next to me what our homeroom teacher's name was. On the bright side, at least, I definitely wasn't one of the students who needed all of these speeches to understand what my school life would be like. Seeing as I practically grew up at Hope's Peak, I pretty much knew how everything worked. I figured that I could afford to not be one-hundred percent attentive this one time. Besides, it wasn't like I hadn't been to half a dozen of these entrance ceremonies before— back when I was a lot younger, Mom and Dad used to bring me to them all the time just to get a look at my future.

I'm sure it could've been overwhelming for some of the kids who had never seen the place before in their lives, though. The alumni who restored the school had done a spectacular job of upholding its reputation as a beacon of hope, and likely even having created predecessor that far surpassed the original. Everything about the school was planned out to the last detail to assure that the school would be up to code and accessible to a spectrum of students. While this meant that the school was greatly improved, it also meant that there were many more precautions taken, thus ultimately making it more difficult to get in. While rebuilding the school, the alumni abolished the hated Steering Committee, and in turn amplified the difficulty of the school's application process. Talent Class students were put through a sequence that included an audition, several background checks, a personal interview, and then a final application to even be considered for their spot within the school. As for us Reserve Class kids, we were subjected to a similar sequence of an entrance exam, several background checks, an essay describing our life goals and ambitions, and then the final application. Saying it was a somewhat brutal system was putting it lightly, so at least I could find in my heart the empathy I needed for the kids who were literally trembling in their seats.

The future was coming up on each and every once of us quickly, and it really didn't hit any of us until the older students concluded the school's song and our teacher gathered us all up together and lead us to our homeroom. No more time to tremble in the auditorium seats and think of what could be. The future was happening now.

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TRACK: Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak Academy OST 1 - 15. The housekeeper saw!

Class 99-A consisted of twenty-five students including myself. The Reserve Class to Talent Class ratio was split almost perfectly down the middle (considering you can't have half a student), with twelve Talent Class kids and thirteen Reserve Class kids. Among our ranks were some notable titles such as Kotone Sawamatsu the Super High School Level Child Star, Arata Hara the Super High School Level Ringmaster, and Jirou Watabe the Super Highschool Level Rugby Player. Aside from that, there was a plethora of different talents situated in the Reserve Class as well. Some people had come to study snake charming, piloting, and even the importance of biodiversity. It seemed almost everyone in Class 99-A had something to offer. Everybody was unique and different, and had their own interests. As we played our icebreaker games, this was something they all seemed to remark upon. That is, everyone except for myself and a certain girl who sat at the back of our classroom.

That girl aside, just from the ice breaking games that our class played in homeroom, I had the feeling that I would like a lot of my new classmates. Although some of them could be a bit rowdy, they all appeared to be genuinely friendly and open. If they saw somebody retreating because they were shy, there would usually be at least two other students who would pull them further in to activities and make them feel like they belonged. By the time we'd rolled through our first three periods, we were all pretty much best friends. I'd never felt that comfortable in a classroom in my life, so by the time lunch rolled around and we all decided to head back to our homeroom, I wasn't all that concerned about being vulnerable. I mean, I already had a great group of people that I could eat with and talk to. Lunch would have been like a perfect dream if I hadn't gone to my locker to get my lunch... only to find out that in the rush of the morning, I'd completely forgotten it. I could only hope that Mom, Dad, or Hope might have picked it up on their way out the door. I figured I would text Dad, just to be sure.

'Hey— sorry to bother you while you're busy, but did you pick up my lunch before we left? I accidentally left it behind by accident. Optimistically thinking you might have grabbed it?' I typed, hitting send before bothering to read it through for typos. I figured that Dad would get back to me relatively quickly, considering that he too would be on his lunch break. Although now that I think about it, I could have been thinking far too optimistically about that in an attempt to get my stomach to shut up about how hungry I was. I was so nervous that I'd barely touched my breakfast that morning, and I was definitely paying the price for it.

Willing my mind to forget my food for one minute, I placed my phone back down on my desk and sighed. As I didn't end up walking to my locker with anyone else, this also meant that I was one of the first people back. So for a solid few minutes I was sitting alone in the classroom without a soul to disturb me. That is, until back-of-the-classroom girl came stomping in, her feet thundering against the tile floor as she made her way back in. Though she seemed to be holding a lunch box, I got the weirdest feeling that her first intention once she entered the room wasn't to sit down and start eating. The glare she shot me when she walked in to the room was probably the clearest sign of that.

"Why are you sitting in here all alone?" She huffed, raising an eyebrow at me as she folded her arms across the chest that she had puffed up a little too proudly. I couldn't help but remark that her knuckles were bandaged. "I thought for sure you'd be out there socializing and making friends with all of the others. Getting them all on your side, Mister Sociable. Isn't that what you do?"

"That's a pretty bold assumption for a girl who doesn't even know me," I shot back, sensing her hostility from my seat. "Mind your own business."

"Please, I can read you like a book." She hissed, continuing to pound her feet against the floor as she moved forward, placing herself right in front of my desk. I willed myself not to feel threatened by her presence as she leaned forward so that the two of us were nearly at eye level. It was a tactic she was trying to use to irk me. Even though I knew what she was capable of, I did not feel that I should show any weakness. "You're Mommy and Daddy's little prince who gets everything he's ever wanted and more. Everybody always has and always will love you... or at least they'll pretend to."

"Why are you even speaking to me? Did you come here to gloat, or something? I get it, Oyama-san, you won." I murmured, the emptiness in my chest sparking yet again as I spoke the words. It was awful to admit, especially to her face like that, but what could I do? We were both there. We both knew that between the two of us, I was the loser.

"I guess you could say that," She taunted, shrugging her shoulders slightly as her icy blue eyes remained locked on to mine. "After all, this has to have been the first time that you haven't gotten what you wanted. I figured that you would be a little bit upset about it."

"I'm not upset," I insisted, knowing that that was a bull-faced lie. Of course I was upset, she beat the crap out of me and didn't stop until I was concussed. She bloodied my face, bruised my body, and then spit on me like I was trash. Her unsportsmanlike-like behaviour should have been enough of a sign of who she was, but because I was the headmaster's son nobody else saw it that way. "I'm over it, Oyama-san. I don't care anymore."

"That's some tough shit to believe, Naegi-kun. Judging by our little audition, you seem to have a hard time letting shit go. I got in one good hit and then you would deliver three back with this furious little look on your face." She remarked. "So personally, I think that you're still holding on to this little problem of yours. Maybe you're going to use it to your advantage."

"To my advantage?" I echoed, honest to god having no clue what she was inferring. If I was still holding on to some false hope, that was my issue— not hers. It made so little sense to me that I found myself waiting for her to say something at least somewhat logical. Instead, she slammed her fist down on the table in front of me.

"Let's not play dumb here." She snapped, baring her teeth at me like an angry dog. The way she was speaking was so careful and so controlled that you could tell she was doing everything in her power to keep herself from flying off the handle. "You're Mommy and Daddy's favourite little student, and if you went running to tell them shit about me they'd believe you without a doubt. It ain't no secret to me that your dumbass parents didn't want me here, either. The second they hear you say something about me, whether it is the truth or a lie, they'll boot my ass outta here. Strip me of my title, and give it to you."

"Oyama-san, what kind of devious—" I interrupted, but a swift movement she made to kick me in the shin shut me right up as I yelped out in surprise and pain.

"Don't act like you're so fucking innocent. The others may not see what a piece of shit you really are, but I do. I know exactly what you do, and I'm telling you now that if you fucking try anything to get me expelled, you should expect an ass beating. I won't hesitate to send you to the hospital, maybe break a few of your bones. Show everyone what happens to snot-nosed little bitches who think they're better than everybody."

"Hey, what's your problem?!"

Those words didn't come from my mouth. Somebody else was... was defending me.

The voice interrupted her rant so suddenly that it took the both of us by surprise. After all, we had been under the impression that the two of us were the only two people in the classroom at that moment. Considering the others left with friends at their sides, we had assumed it would be awhile until they returned as they needed to hit multiple lockers and would likely chat along the way. As far as we were concerned, we were supposed to be the only people in the room. That was why Asuga had decided to have this little confrontation with me, wasn't it?

As the two of us whipped our heads around toward the doorway of the classroom, we found two of our classmates standing there. One of them was a tall blonde boy with heterochromatic eyes, and the other was a silver-haired girl with a mole on her chin. Judging by the sound of the voice that spoke, the silver-haired girl was likely the one who had jumped to my defence. The voice had been undeniably female, even despite the fact that she seemed to speak in a low and almost unamused tone.

"Hey, I ain't going to ask you again," The girl growled, narrowing her eyes at Asuga. "What's your issue? Why are you in here threatening that kid?"

"Why aren't you minding your own business, Kitagawa-san?" Asuga retorted sharply, gritting her teeth out of what I could assume was probably habit. "I wasn't doing anything that this kid doesn't deserve."

"You just met him today. He hasn't done anything to you yet." The girl, whose first name I had since forgotten and will refer to as Kitagawa until I actually found out, pointed out. She'd have had no clue how well Asuga and I knew each other, but at the very least I was incredibly grateful that she had jumped to my defence. I definitely wasn't going to be able to deal with her on my own, especially after our audition together. "Just leave him alone."

"You don't know anything about what's going on here, so just keep your nose out of my business." Asuga demanded, her fist slamming down on my desk hard. Although I knew it was kind of sad of me to have done so, I jumped a little. (It startled me!)

"I'll keep my nose out of your business when you stop threatening kids who didn't do anything." She announced firmly, starting to walk toward Asuga. "Don't think that just because my talent is fire dancing doesn't mean that I can't kick your ass. 'Cause I can and I will."

"You want a bet on that, Golden Eyes?" Asuga said, her tone not quite as loud but still clipped. I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was maybe losing a bit of her edge due to Kitagawa's presence. Whoever she was, this girl must have been good if she had the power to intimidate someone like Asuga. Not once when we auditioned together did she ever appear to be fearful of me. She was always moving and thinking about her next hit, never concerned about what I was going to do. While she looked down on me, I assumed that she must have seen Kitagawa as someone who was closer to being an equal. Maybe even closer to being above her.

"N-Natsumi," The blond boy piped up, tugging on the sleeve of Kitagawa's uniform like a small child attempting to get the attention of his mother. "Remember what we were told, we can't afford to be getting in to fights while we're here."

"It ain't a fight if she attacks me first," Kitagawa— Er... Natsumi, responded briskly. Though the two (as far as I had seen) appeared to be friends, Natsumi was portraying herself as the type of person who was fairly stuck in her own ways. She likely wasn't going to be taking her friend's advice if it meant having to back down. "Besides, if I leave this bitch alone she'll just keep harassing him."

"Who are you calling bitch? You want to get your teeth knocked out?!"

"Don't you dare!" I snapped involuntarily, pushing myself to my feet as if I could do something about the scenario that we were in. Again it was no secret that I wouldn't be able to defeat her this time if I hadn't managed it during the audition. Some people might have even said that it would have been better if I kept my big stupid mouth shut, but I wasn't going to let Natsumi get hurt because she was defending my sorry butt. I would rather have another concussion than allow anything like that to happen.

Upon hearing my outburst, Asuga whipped her head around to look at me again with a nasty glare. "Oh yeah, and I suppose you're going to be able to kick my ass if I do hit her? Grow up, Naegi-kun, we all know that you're nothin' more than a little pipsqueak who thinks talent comes from genetics. Just remember that beyond that fancy celebrity status, you come from a family of huge losers. You're never going to be anything more than Reserve Course dud, you rotten little—"

"That's it!" Natsumi yelled, bringing her fist up so that it could connect with Asuga's face. Fortunately for all of us, her friend leaped in at the last possible minute and grabbed her wrist.

"Natsumi, no!" He whimpered, "You remember what your dad told you!"

"I don't give a damn!" She shouted, struggling to release her wrist from his grasp. By this point she was clenching her jaw so tightly that her face was beginning to turn pink. Sweat began to form on her forehead as she tried to allow the anger to be her strength and pry herself free from her friend's grasp. Even watching Natsumi's fury, there was one thing that was lingering in my mind as the blond boy and I worked desperately to keep Asuga and Natsumi from slaughtering each other on the spot.

Your dad.

Not Natsumi's dad, of course. At the time I didn't know the guy and ultimately had no idea if he even would've been useful to us within that moment. No, I was thinking about my dad, and what Asuga had been saying to me earlier about how I was only at Hope's Peak because of my parents. You know, how she thought I would tattle on her to them even for things she didn't do, just to get her expelled.

Mulling this thought over in my mind, I looked down at my phone, which sat directly in the middle of my desk with its face down. Carefully, I reached for it and picked it up, praying to have received a reply from Dad (although admittedly that was mostly due to hunger). Gripping it as tightly as possible so as to make sure Asuga could not snatch it from my hands, I turned it over to see the notifications that had popped up on the screen. Just as I had hoped, my phone had lit up with a message from none other than my father.

'Yup, grabbed your lunch. Mom nearly forgot hers too. I asked Hope to deliver it to you, so it won't be embarrassing to have your dad walk in to the classroom and all. I hope you're having a good day and making lots of new friends! I'm going to make curry tonight in celebration of your new adventures. Love you!'

I had to fight off a smile as I read the message over, endeared by how considerate Dad was of my feelings. Of course, right then was not the time or the place to establish that my father was adorable, so I had to do my best to fend off the smile as the altercation in front of me continued to progress. Still, Dad's message to me ended up being valuable, and not because it now meant that I was aware of what was on the menu for dinner tonight.

"Oyama-san?" I said softly, a smirk appearing on my face as I looked up from my phone. I made sure to say her name extra sweetly and gently so that she would turn to me with pure rage in mind. It was safe to say that even though we didn't know each other that well, I knew exactly what would make her tick.

"What do you want now?" She snapped, her eyes drilling in to me as she focused on what I had to say. "Got something to say, or do you just want me to give you a fat lip?"

Now that her eyes were on me and there was a chance that the whole thing could go terribly wrong, it dawned on me how unsure of this I was. I mean, my stomach was now doing somersaults and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I found myself biting my lip as she scrutinized me, trying to think of the best way of delivering my message. Confidence should have been the key in its delivery, but let's be honest here— I don't have any confidence. It's never really been up my alley.

"I just wanted to remind you of something you said earlier," I chuckled, forcing a mischievous smile so I appeared as if I would be able to wrap her right around my finger. "When you were talking about my parents and I, specifically."

Upon hearing this, even Natsumi seemed to pipe down as she and the blond boy observed me eagerly. It was clear from the looks on their faces that they wanted to see what I was going to do next, and I couldn't deny that the thought of showing them was kind of thrilling to me.

"What about it?" She grunted. Just by the very mention of my parents, she puffed up her chest and stood a little taller. It was a small sign, but it showed that this was the one thing that intimidated her about me: the power I had over her in the school's administration. Even if this power was a fictional figment of her own mind, it couldn't hurt to see if she'd back down due to the threat of potentially losing her spot at Hope's Peak. As rude and nasty as she was, Asuga was just like the rest of us. She'd wanted to come here since she was young and she probably worked pretty hard to qualify for it. She wouldn't want that to slip away, but it didn't give her the right to threaten people. So maybe that's why I decided to pretend to be the vile creature she thought I was.

"You mentioned some concerns you had about me tattling to my parents about some of the things you might do just for the sake of your expulsion," I reminded her, putting one of my hands on my hip almost confidently. Despite my facade of ease, I still had a death grip on my phone so she couldn't take it away from me. "If that's the kind of behaviour you expect from me, you've got some nerve to come over here threatening me and nearly fighting Kitagawa-san over here. I mean, couldn't I just go tattle on you to Mommy and Daddy? Send you packing, just as you said?"

In that moment I swear that there was nothing more satisfying than bearing witness to the change in Asuga's expression. Just as suddenly as it had come, her anger melted away. Replacing it was an expression that featured brows that had been knit together, worried eyes, and teeth that were clenched with much less certainty.

"You wouldn't do that." She sputtered gracelessly, glancing quickly over at Natsumi and her blond buddy as if to ask if I actually would. When her eyes fell on them, they shrugged in response. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the grin on Natsumi's face. She and I both knew we had her beat.

"Wouldn't I, though?" I taunted, waving my phone at her. "I thought that you said that this kind of thing was what I do."

Asuga's jaw clenched harder as she stared at me, her body beginning to tremble as it processed the sensations of anger that were coursing through it. "So what are you going to do? Tattle on me then?"

"Well, I will if you don't leave us alone. Otherwise, I won't speak a word."

Her gaze darted from me to Natsumi to back to me again. Finally, she let out a screech of frustration and defeat as her foot collided with the classroom floor again. "F-Fine, whatever!" She cried loudly, likely drawing the attention of the students that were just piling in to eat their own lunches. "Just know that if you do say something—"

"I know, I know, you'll kick my arse." I said, holding my hand up as if to halt her from her useless threats. "I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut, alright?"

"D-Deal." She muttered. With that, she took this as a cue to turn around and stomp off in the other direction, much to the confusion of our classmates who had just come from their lockers. A few of them even glanced in our direction with raised eyebrows as if to ask what was up with her, but we ended up offering them nothing more than a few well-coordinated shrugs. As soon as they saw this, they accepted that Asuga might have been in a snit and left the three of us to go back to our business. Once she was gone, it gave the three of us a chance to talk to each other.

"Dude, what you just did there was fuckin' brilliant!" Natsumi whooped, pumping her fist in the air triumphantly. "Seriously, it was real clever. You twisted her words around and used them to get things to go in your favour. That takes some skill."

Upon hearing Natsumi's compliment, I couldn't hide my blush. I wasn't accustomed to receiving compliments that weren't from family or my teachers, so hearing that was like its own recipe for making me get all flustered. "T-Thanks... You were really cool too, stepping in the way that you did. I don't know what I would've done if it hadn't been for you... So, y'know... thanks."

"It's no problem, really. It's what any decent person should do." Natsumi assured me, moving to tuck a strand of her silver hair behind her ear. Now that she was closer to me and I wasn't preoccupied with not getting in to any trouble on my first day, I could really take a minute to get a good look at Natsumi. Now that she was up close, I could see the smaller details of her. Like me, she was pretty short. At tallest, I would say she was about four feet eleven inches. Her build was fairly rectangular, and very few parts of her body were all that curvy. Her skin was a soft peachy tone, which paired nicely with the striking silver colour of her hair. It was glossy and long, spilling down her shoulders and flowing down her back until it reached her waistline. Sprinkled across her cheeks and nose there were half a million different freckles, and there was a tiny mole that sat happily upon her chin. She seemed to be fond of accessorizing and doing make-up, for in her right ear she had about three piercings and had done her eyeliner so it would be a perfect wing. Like all girls at Hope's Peak Academy did, Natsumi donned the seifuku-style uniform with a merlot red ribbon to express herself. All in all she was a fairly good-looking girl, but not someone I ultimately felt like I would see around Tokyo.

"Well thanks for being a decent person then." I chuckled. "I don't believe we've formally met, though. I mean, we did class introductions but honestly... I'm not great with names."

"It's cool, no worries." Natsumi told me, folding her arms across her chest. "They call me Ku—Kitagawa Natsumi. I'm the Super High School Level Fire Dancer."

I recall feeling off-put by how Natsumi seemed to stutter over her own name, as if she was trying to hide something from me. Still, excited by the presence of potential new friends, I shrugged it off and told her that it was nice to meet her before turning to the other boy. "And if you don't mind my asking, what's your name?"

Upon acknowledgement, the blond boy's face lit up with surprise. He seemed to grin almost immediately as he realized what was happening. "Oh! My name's Tachibana Phoenix, and I'm the Super High School Level Parapsychologist! It's really nice to meet you." He giggled, his eyes sparkling with delight as he spoke. "I know this is kind of a weird question, but has anybody ever told you that you look like Makoto Naegi?"

I felt bad for how quickly and openly I laughed at that. "Considering he's my dad, yeah, kinda." I replied, scratching my cheek out of fear that my laughter might have offended Phoenix. Thankfully, instead of getting flustered and embarrassed, he continued to smile like it was his job.

"Really?" Phoenix asked, "You're the son they talk about?"

"Y-Yeah," I admitted, shrugging a little bit. "My name's Naegi-Kirigiri Koichi, but for convenience's sake you can just call me Naegi-san. Naegi-Kirigiri-san is a mouthful."

"Jesus Christ, Naegi-san, is your mother a printer or something? Now that Phoenix has pointed it out, I can't deny how alike you and your dad look." Natsumi gasped, raising an eyebrow as she studied my appearance. "I can't believe I didn't pick up on it before."

"My mother is in fact a real woman, she just ended up having a baby who looked exactly her husband..." I snickered somewhat awkwardly, my scratching moving to the back of my neck. "It happens. That aside, where are you guys from?"

"Oh, we're from an island!" Phoenix chirped happily, pushing the pair of glasses sitting on his nose up a little further.

"Phoenix, this whole country is essentially an island." She reminded him, her eyes doing a full rotation before falling back on me. "More specifically, we're from Shikoku."

"Shikoku, huh?" I said, putting forth my best smile. "Well, welcome to Tokyo then."

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sa1bo · 6 years ago

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Y'all got any other anime recs?

i can just give ya all my fav anime fdfhdghk

TLDR;

sailor moon*

inuyasha

digimon*

Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne

Ao no Exorcist / Blue Exorcist*

Puella Magi Madoka Magica (16+)*

Kill la Kill (16+)*

My Hero Academia (duh)*

Danganronpa

Tiger and Bunny*

(anime with a * have GREATLY influenced my art and or writing style and idea of what a good story is; AKA THOSE ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVES)

longer explanations under the cut

Sailor Moon (the oringinal one from the 90s; watch as sub if u want to go in all serious, but the dub is fun too if u like watching it more relaxed ((or with friends bc shits funny)))it has 200 Episodes and 5 MoviesThere IS a remake but I’d say watch that after you’ve seen the original.Summary:Usagi Tsukino is a normal 14 year old girl.. she’s like you and me... sleeps in, loves to eat sweets, loves to play video games, has bad grades, kinda nervous about making friends, kinda broke and just wants to have a good time. But one day her life turns over when suddenly she’s supposed to become a magical girl to defend Tokyo from evil and find a mysterious princess from the moon. (this also involves a talking cat how cool is that)Noteworthy mentions: gay and trans characters? hell yeah! (even if they join the party really late)

Inuyasha! I never saw the english dub, nor japanese dub so no info on which one to watch. just go with preferencehas 193 Episodes.Summary: Kagome Higurashi is yet again an average girl; but she lives at a shrine that has been home to her family for a long time. One day she falls into the well inside the shrine when trying to get her cat (iirc i didnt watch it in 10 years oops) and ends up waking up in feudal japan. She doesn’t really know what happened but thats when she meets inuyasha, who is nailed to a tree with a magical arrow. She saves him and that’s kinda how their destinies collide. again; inuyasha is a half-demon who jumps into fights with a huge fucking sword and its a tru adventure.

Digimon!All digimon seasons should be watched in japanese (or german or latinx spanish (because other languages like english and french did not use the japanese soundtrack. and the english soundtrack is HORRIBLE. bad. hideous. please watch in japanese, german or latinx spanish.)You should start watching Digimon Adventure (1 and 2 and 3)but those two together will be 130 Episodes (and this shit is 3 seasons) jkafhaskjafter seeing season 1 and 2 you should watch the Digimon Movie (my fav movie of all times) and THEN move on to Digimon Adventure triThis is the original digimon series and you don’t NEED to watch it to udenrstand the many reboots, but it’s nice to have seen it to get the references (plus its just REALLY REALLY GOOD!)[theres a lot of gay tension between certain characters but canonically ofc its not happening I GUESS but whatever them gay]Once u got all those down you can watch Digimon Tamers!It has 54 Episodes and is my personal fav season! Takato is a dreamer like you and me and he wants fictional characters to be real! He makes a fucking digimon OC and!?!? IT COMES TO LIFE!!!!!!!!! this season is so fucking good yall. It’s so good.I personally don’t like Digimon Frontier but if u want to give it a try go ahead! The kids THEMSELVES turn into digimon here! idk how many episodes it has tbh but the soundtrack is a bop.Digimon Data Squad is also really good!! the characters are more grown up and the approach is generally a tad more mature (to tamers is also pretty mature considering those are like 12) data squad has 48 Episodesanything after that i didnt rly bother watching but if ya want u can check it out

Kamikaze Kaito Jeannea magical girl anime that i liked a lot as a kid? didnt watch it anymore since 2012 but i have fond memoriesimagine that god himself assigned magical girls?44 episodes, watch in japanese

Ao no Exorcist / Blue Exorcist25 Episodes of the original anime; after epsiode 17 the anime does it’s own thing, not following the mangaWatch season 2 after episode 17 (or finish the first anime first, and then watch Kyoto Saga; and then read the manga (it’s still ongoing iirc? my adhd ass didnt finish the manga yet so idk))The anime is about Rin Okumura, who turns out to be the son of satan. Instead of accepting his fate though, he decides to become an exorcist, and not just any normal exorcist, but an exorcist so powerful that he will defeat satan personally.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica12 episodes and a movie of magical girl adventure.it will get VERY FUCKED UP so if ur very sensitive or death/unreality triggers u then us houldnt watch it.I’d say u need to be very mature to stomach this.But it’s oh so worth it. One of my all time favourite anime!!!!!!

Kill la KillAgain for mature audiences (mostly because of the very suggestive outfits and the high amounts of blood. also trigger warning for pedophilia and parent abuse and incest :((( its all just one episode where it happens but its. its bad. (the evil doer dies in the end tho. die bitch.))24 episodesand an OVA!amazing soundtrack, characters and story! (we like to joke that this is basically SA2 but with lesbian human shadow the hedgehog jakshfaskj)

If ur following this blog ur already watching My Hero Academia, and if not wHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON THIS BLOG IN THE FIRST PLACE???????????

if u want to u can watch the first dangan ronpa anime (and after that watch playthroughs of the games) !warning theres lots and lots of blood and death and the first game/anime is a little transphobic, and Girls Stop Having Giand Bobbies Challenge but i promise its a good series with a really in depth story and characters!!(if u want to know more about what order to watch all the shit hmu after u finished the anime)

if you like My Hero Academia you MUST (i repeat MUST) watch Tiger and Bunny25 Episodes and 2 movies of super hero goodness. It’s MHA but with adults. Gay and trans characters? Hell yeah! Did the creators of the anime drink respect poc juice? YES!

i bet theres more but im so tired.................... ask me fore specific genres and i’ll have a rec some other time

#long post #Anonymous #ask

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crocophant · 6 years ago

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@withinadream27 tagged me to talk about where my username comes from

So, i’ve gone through several names here on this site, and i have the urls hoarded to save links as needed if you’re on a browser, so let’s go. this got long, so i put it under a cut. sorry mobile users!

my first one was eldritchgummybear, because I was going through a Lovecraft phase and also gummybears are neat

then it gets fuzzy because throughout hs/beginning of college, i changed my url often enough that idk the order anymore

but then i was inheiritancedispute-chan, because dangan ronpa

i had auntiejake because of a dw fic,”auntie jo’s cosmic jumble sale” (my blog title was some variation on this for several years following this until we settled on the current)

jakeofthewastes because howl’s moving castle was A Mood, and so was the witch

i did santaphant at one point as a holiday version of crocophant,

raimentsofthedalishpariah because Merrill from Dragon Age is love/life

hiroyukisakai because i was in an Iron Chef phase because that’s a good show (the japanese version, the american one tries too hard to be as campy but doesn’t succeed in playing it straight when needed) and hiroyuki sakai, the iron chef french is both bae goals, and an inspirational chef

jemesenscommemerde is my (occasional) “i’ve got the flu” blog but it started because i actually had strep my senior year of hs, and felt like shit all day through rehearsal for lsoh and everything. it’s just “i feel like shit” but in french!

i was damnituna for a long while, because someone, (*cough* GLUEGUNSHOTS *cough*) kept changing their url like every day for a month or something so like i was tired of that shit

but crocophant, which is the one i’ve come back to most often, is my favorite

this is not because i have a great and abiding love for portmanteaux (i do but that’s not the point). this is not even because sophie’s world by jostein gaarder, where the idea to why the atoms don’t arrange themselves into that shape and from which i shamelessly stole the word and branded myself around that

it’s because, in all honesty, i feel like a crocophant some times: some weird amalgamation of two things, not sure of the delineations therein, and in my own comfy corner, i like being that queer being no one really knows how to process.

so yeah, i guess i tag @gluegunshots, @chocvocado @partyhatjigglypuff @yourangryfacetiouslover, and @nancydrewish

#about me #you may notice i used the oxford comma but no others #i live on the edge

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lore-a-lie · 6 years ago

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Chapter 3, Act 6: Our True Selves...

Daily Life

When Kaede woke up the next morning she noticed a tablet on her table, much like the ones from the second motive. But the frame was different, and not like the standard Monokuma tablets either.

The new motive sitting before her parodied the black and white she was used to with tones of sepia, nearly wood-like shades of brown from a cream to a dark umber. Smooth as piano’s cover, with accents of a bright green wherever Monokuma’s would have a red of the same intensity.

She considered waiting until later to view it, but worries about how badly the motive videos turned out quickly drowned out the idea. So, like Angie had pointed out that dreadful night, Kaede chose to risk seeing it by herself first, to see what she’d be dealing with.

But as soon as she started it up the tablet fell from her hands as the world fell out from under her. She was looking at a face she knew all too well.

“Number 42. My name is %@^#^ @%@^@!$*, and if I’m selected I’ll definitely make for a memorable run no matter what role you put me in!”

Kaede could only stare dumbly at her smiling face giving this introduction, the tablet thankfully saved by landing on her bed rather than the floor. But as she continued to watch she couldn’t help but wish it had broken instead, regardless of any consequences she might have faced for it.

“I’m perfect for a Killing Game, I don’t have any faith in humanity,” the girl in an unfamiliar navy sailor suit went on. “That’s what you’re looking for, aren’t you? I can fake an innocent facade easily, and if you wanted me to play a part like Sayaka or Sonia I’d absolutely nail it.”

Huh? What is she talking about?! I’m not- I wouldn’t ever want to be a part of this! And no, that’s wrong! Right? I mean… Maybe not in humanity as a whole, but I like to think I believe in others well enough. I mean if I didn’t then… Then all of these murders and betrayals wouldn’t have hurt so much, right?

“You’ll make tons from merch of me, even if I’m not the one with the best rack. Which let’s be real, I probably am. You have nooo idea how pumped I was to learn I matched the Junko Enoshima in that department!- Ahem, sorry got a bit off topic I guess.” She continued with a bit of a blush at her overzealousness.

Junko Enoshima, first death of the first file found in Shuichi’s lab. So “Sayaka” should mean “Sayaka Maizono” from that file’s first case and Sonia should be “Sonia Nevermind” from the second file right? Nice girls on the surface, but only because those pretty facades were needed for their Ultimate talents.

“What I mean is, guys claim to “fall” for me all the time, as if any of them could ever really mean it. So I definitely know I have the looks to knock ‘em dead in more ways than one. It makes things waaay easier for me too, all it takes is a pout or smile and they practically start begging me to play them like a violin.”

Real or a lie, the things she was hearing was making Kaede’s blood freeze. She didn’t have any memories that lined up to what her living echo was referring to, but she couldn’t be sure that meant this was fake. Even if it was, seeing herself brag about being such a callous manipulator made her question herself more than she’d like to admit. (Is this part of why I could bond with Kokichi? Why everyone trusts me?)

“Speaking of, I’m pretty good at piano, so a musical talent would be a pretty good match for me. Not like Sayaka, Ibuki, Ami, or Yumi you know, just like a focus on a particular instrument. Could make for a good “conductor” pun too, depending on how I’m used~” She winked at the camera for emphasis.

Well, that doesn’t sound good. And more names from other files. But if this is true then what does this mean about my memories of my family? Is everything I remember a simulation to “get” this talent? … Is my Ultimate Talent even really mine? Where else did it come from? How could this me “choose” it? If you could be given talents why would they still matter so much?! What does any of this mean!?

“I’ll show you I have what it takes to win this. Just you wait.” Her living shadow finished with a grin.

And with that the other Kaede Akamatsu faded from the screen, leaving the real Kaede with only a black mirror and her own thoughts. Thoughts that couldn’t stop racing and refused to make any sense as they rushed after any and all possibilities, regardless of how contrary the theories that came up could be.

Kaede’s head ached in the aftermath, and she hoped she wasn’t the only one to have watched their tablet. She needed to have someone to share what she saw with, anyone who could help her make sense of it.

Even as a motive it didn’t make sense at a glance. If it was true, and it proved even her childhood memories could be flawed or compromised, what reason would she have to leave anymore?

So much of it was about pianos, and how it affected her relationship with her parents, her sister, her friends… If being a “piano freak” wasn’t true then what in her life was? What was there to go home to?

But Kaede couldn’t afford to think like that. She had more than herself to consider now. Her friends had lost too much for her to lose faith in escaping this hell. There were no better options.

So, regardless of if the words were fact or fiction, Kaede resolved to prove her other’s words true.

She’d show whoever the sick bastard yanking them around was that she and her friends would beat them.

They had to be getting close to the truth to get a message like this, so at odds with what they seemed to know. Which meant they’re almost there. So she couldn’t let anyone give up just yet.

Kaito nearly missed the screen sitting in his room as he got ready to head to breakfast. Considering the aftermath of the previous “video” motive, he almost ignored it and headed out anyway.

Alas, his curiosity got the best of him.

He took a seat on his little-used chair and turned on the odd brown framed device, bracing for an emotional impact. But the only feeling he got from the footage was confusion, so that hadn’t helped.

Seeing himself looking so confident and arrogant while standing in some sort of gym, wearing clothing he didn’t recognize from any previous memories, nearly made him lose focus and miss what was said. But only nearly.

“Number 343, #@!^* #*#*^@ here! So let me give you guys the low down, listen up and listen good! I’m not just gonna be IN Dangan Ronpa, I’m gonna kill EVERYBODY and win!”

Oh Jesus fucking Christ, talk about whiplash. I mean, what the fuck is he talking about? “Dangan Ronpa”? Is THAT what this fucking game thing is called?! Who the hell do you think you are?! Are you me???

“Yeah, yeah I can hear ya’ll bitchin’ already. “But #@!^*, what about the other contestants? You can’t just wreck their shit like that, you’ll take all the fun outta it if you don’t go a little easy on ‘em.” right?” The bastard mocked whoever he was expecting to complain with a terrible falsetto.

Oh my God since when was I such an asshole?! I mean if it looks like me, and sounds like me, it’s gotta be… wait. Holy shit do I have an evil twin? Or some sort of clone? I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS POSSIBLE! POP LIED TO ME!

“Already got it covered, don’t worry. Just leave everything to me! Make me the mastermind or not, doesn’t matter. I’ll be the badass Izuru DR0 offered us and DR3 screwed us outta seeing in action. Total party kill, no need for a fucking trial. ‘Cause there won’t be bodies to find when I’m through with ‘em.”

… Ya know what? New plan. After I get to space I’ll volunteer to be the first man to be sent back through time, with the sole purpose of punching this fucker’s lights out on the off chance it is a past me.

“Only exception I’m making is if some pretty lil’ thing gets my ignition going. Don’t matter how scared shitless they are, with the dough we’d be rolling in all thanks to me. And with that fame, it’d be easy enough to trade her out with some other sweet little honey if she gets too scream-y or squeamish when she finds out about the truth behind her “heroic knight”. After all, ironic talents are the fuckin’ best.”

So this is what it feels like to be angry enough to murder somebody. Fuck, I feel sick. God, I hope it’s not my symptoms acting up again, this room would already give anyone with some luminol the wrong idea.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the red shirts have their time to show off a little. And nobody, and I mean nobody, is gonna see me coming. Trust me, this is one star you’ll never regret investing in!”

Boy, there’s a lotta bullshit to unpack here. Assuming any of this is true at all, which it probably isn’t. What am I thinking “probably”, It can’t be! And not just because I don’t WANT to believe it either, no matter what Kokichi or the others would like to tease me about. It just genuinely can’t.

I could never be a rising star. I’m a dying one.

There’s no benefit to giving someone a fatal illness if they were willing to sign up for this. It’s not cost effective, simple as that. Even for the “drama” potential if this was a show it just doesn’t make sense.

Unless it was maybe to spite this guy for being such an asshole? Or someone close to him/me if it’s personal? But still, why sink resources into “natural” ways to kill people for a sick killing game show?

Maybe it could be left over from a previous “kill or be killed” motive. MAYBE. Or just to make the flashback videos feel more “real”? Assuming the audience already knows about my condition. I mean I'm not sure how you could hide it from them, since even our rooms gotta be bugged or somethin.

Kaito furiously scratched his head as he leaned forward in hopes of quelling what was hopefully bile rising in his throat. Even if it might not have done his lungs any favors either, much less his stomach. But goddamn if vomit doesn’t seem more “normal” and appealing than that recurring sick taste of iron.

If it’s to help the “setting’s” verisimilitude then why use this motive at all?! Could be a sign that this “audition” is the only thing here that’s been scripted? Except again, they’d know I’d never buy it!

It can’t give me any “false hope”, my body’s giving out too much. I know I don’t have time left. And if I was sick before auditioning, and that was real, then why wouldn’t “I” have pointed out why I needed the money? Did he worry it would be more a hindrance to getting picked? Is that why he wanted “fame”?

No. Even if that bastard was gunning for a quick game in order to get his blood money in time to save himself this isn’t me. They could have swapped him out, but I’m still here despite being on a time limit.

So let’s just focus on the bright side. People are watching this, hopefully some more normal than this implies. Can’t really hope for “most” folks watching a snuff series to be any better than that, can I?

This sick son of a bitch won’t be the “Kaito Momota” that people remember. I am. Hell, this freak might not even have that much in common with “me”, who knows what name was censored for this stunt. Still!

No matter what this place takes from me I’m always me. I’m the Luminary of the Stars that will live on even after this body of mine dies! Watchers know full well the kind of man I am! Hopefully I’m encouraging at least some of them to be the best they can be. Examples to look up to are important. Ideals are important.

I can die here knowing I did my best to live up to mine. Knowing I tried to help everyone else here live the best they could. It’s a man’s duty to help and encourage those around him. To go as far as he’s able to, and enable others to do the same.

Nothing’s changed for me because of this. Maybe I should count myself lucky for that. I don’t need it.

I can’t say the same for everyone else. I don’t know how much messages like this could help or hurt them. Could really help Ryoma, or destroy someone like Kiyo. Those rooted in their “pasts” are at the highest risk here.

I can still be a constant for anyone who needs one for as long as my health can hold out. And if it’s not as long as I’d like it to be, Kaede’ll be there too. She’s strong, there’s no way this motive could break her.

Not with a sidekick like Kokichi to help support her. Not with how much everyone cares about her.

Kaito smiled to himself as he nodded as a show of resolve to the viewers at home. Not that they’d know what he was thinking, but he’d figure it’d be obvious he made his own peace with his conclusions.

He almost considered taking a page out of Kokichi’s book, to look for a camera and even give a little speech to the empty room and hope to god he doesn’t just come across like an idiot. Again. (God, Maki will give me so much shit for that next time I see her. I can practically hear her sniping at me already.)

Instead, he just decided to head to the cafeteria and hope he wasn’t too much later than normal. It’d be pretty embarrassing to be the last one there over something like this. Shouldn’t make any of them worry, he thought.

Schedules help keep people from panicking, and any amount of normalcy helps endure insanity like this.

Besides, it’s not like there was any other way he’d like to spend the rest of his time than how he has been.

Despite his previous experience, the second Ryoma saw a new tablet before him he wasted no time to turn it on. Though as it played he reconsidered his decision, in case it was trying to trigger him again.

But at least this time the contents seemed promising from the get-go. He was wearing some sort of suit. Possibly a blazer style school uniform based on the crooked red tie and what was unmistakably a gym floor behind him.

And most importantly the version of him looking at the camera had nothing but determination in his eyes. A far cry from the ones he had now. And this Ryoma’s first words only sweetened the deal.

“Number 21. My name is &%*#@ #*$#! and I’m auditioning for this game because I know someone important to me is.”

There it was. “Important to him”. Whoever this was, even if it was only an actor, they suggested there might be something left for Ryoma outside the dome he was trapped in. Something beyond prison.

But still, I can’t let myself get my hopes up. This could just be baiting me so that pulling the rug out from under me again will hit as hard as Monokuma wants it to. The second things could start going downhill I’ll stop. Watching this whole thing could be a deadly mistake if videos can really “rewrite” who we are.

“I’m not expecting that to affect either of our chances of getting in too much, since it’s not like the audience would know about us unless you wanted them to, I just couldn’t stand by knowing she was going into this alone. I’m well aware of all the risks here. Just like I’m aware my odds of getting in, either with her or in her place, are probably a little higher because of my look. Gotta have a joke entry, yeah?”

“Joke entry” huh? So what, could my depression be something whoever’s behind this “game” forced on me in hopes I’d be an early death? All things considered, it nearly worked. If they can rewrite memories other forms of brain manipulation might not be so far fetched. Thank god for the idiots that saved me.

Or heck, I’ll even thank “Atua” if it’ll make Angie have a more natural smile for a change. I’m really lucky I got stuck with all of these clingy weirdos. Even the ones I could do without by this point.

“I know my folks’ll be horrified when they find out about this, but honestly? I don’t give a fuck. ‘Least they won’t need to find out I asked for it. Unless the stuff they say on the net about you “kidnapping” potential players for the sake of plausible deniability is a load of crap I guess. Either way, it’s better than the alternative, and if I die then it’ll be my own damn fault. ‘S not like I was able to talk her out of this.”

And that’s all Ryoma needed to hear to turn the video off. He was almost surprised it worked, since Monokuma seemed like the type who’d rig one of these so that if you tried to stop it it’d continue just to spite you. But he wasn’t going to complain or question it. He was more bothered by how numb he felt.

It didn’t matter if anything this motive said was true or not. It was enough. More than enough.

It was everything he had been hoping for the first time the motive videos were announced.

He did have people who cared about him outside of this hell after all. People he could come home to. Hell, the way this was claiming it was an “audition” and that his connection to… Whatever that girl was to him, could be missed by outside “viewers” like he hadn’t killed anybody before entering this game. Just like Angie said about Korekiyo. (But unlike that bastard if I haven’t before I still haven’t now. Maki’s still all his fault even without Kirumi's blood on his hands.)

Girlfriend, sister, crush, or whatever she was, she could even still be out there waiting for him. (Or she might be stuck in here with me. Could be dead already if she was. There’s no way to know for sure yet.)

He didn’t know if the burning ache in his chest was worry, anxiety, or a twisted sense of relief, he only recognized the hope this gave him. Regardless, it was probably a good sign that stopping where he did was a good call for now. No way to know if any of this was true in here, but false hope was better than none.

But if he really hadn’t killed all of those people, if he hadn’t spent so long rotting in jail, if his life wasn’t worth any less than the innocent victims trapped in this cage with him, he wasn’t sure what to feel now.

Should he be any more comfortable with the idea of someone else dying if he could give everything to save them? Would the people who destroyed his self-worth and years worth of his memories pay for this?

Would he ever be able to be normal or “happy”, or were even those memories of better times a lie?

Would whoever still loved him forgive him for everything he’d done? Was he still who they’d want to see?

Did that mean the years of suffering he remembers really meant nothing? That he can’t at least know that while he did the unforgivable over a hundred times over he didn’t even save future victims from the monsters he put in the ground? And where would that leave Maki and her “true enemy”? Or his own?

For now he tried to ignore these questions the best he could. Like how he’d clear his head before a match, if any of that were ever true. Maybe watching more of his video later would elaborate on that.

But Ryoma didn’t need to do that yet. He just had to bring this with him when he went to get breakfast, same as always. If everyone got messages like this then trading notes could be important, and if Kokichi was still paranoid about motives rewriting personalities then not seeing all of his own could be a benefit.

He doubted Kaede’d ever want to see them all together again, but having someone with him would be nice if he tried to continue this video later. Nice to know, or be able to think, he could be worthy of that. Of having friends without his demons whispering all the ways they were wrong to think he was decent.

He couldn’t afford to think like that too much though. He needed to stay focused on his goals. To get his friends out of this alive. To keep Korekiyo from hurting anyone else ever again. And now, to return to his family.

To his parents. People who wouldn’t be ashamed to share his name. Who wouldn’t be looked down on because they raised a murderer. Ryoma couldn’t even remember the last time he was able to see them.

Finding out about the girl that meant more to him than the world could come later. Would come later.

For now, he’d just need to take things as they came. And that meant being prepared to help his friends should any of their videos had worse implications for them than his did.

After all the support he’d gotten from them, it was the least he could do.

When Gonta saw the tablet when he woke up he hadn’t known what to do at first. Angie had told him the motive videos were bad, and the way they had corrupted Kirumi and Korekiyo before was proof of that.

But Kokichi told him it had been for the best that they watched it together, to make brainwashing them less likely than had they seen them alone. And Kokichi had been right more often than Atua had so far. Atua's rules did nothing to save people, but Kokichi's attempts failing at least had human error to defend it.

He could take this straight to Kokichi, to see if he thought watching it together would be a good idea, but he didn’t want to burden his friend any more than he had to. So much of the Killing Game Busters’ work was already resting on Kokichi’s small shoulders just because Gonta wasn’t smart enough to support him.

Kokichi’d never phrase it like that, Gonta was sure. He and Korekiyo liked to say it was a confidence thing instead, since that would be easier for Gonta to fix. But Gonta knew the truth. It was kind of them to lie.

Still, Gonta chose to try and take this burden for himself for now. If the video seemed dangerous he could always turn it off, and if it wasn’t then he could at least try to offer some ideas of his own when he took this to Kokichi to see what in the motive video could be useful.

“Number 156, @*^^@ @*%^#@$@. Let’s cut to the chase,” yet another Gonta said from the other side of the screen. Unlike Kibo’s Mini-Gonta this one looked a lot more like himself, but something felt far more wrong with this one. While it’s easy for intent to get lost when filmed this person’s angry aura was unmistakable. And as uncomfortable as the young man’s uniform looked on him, done up so tight it looked like it could rip and send buttons flying at any moment, Gonta suspected that wasn’t it.

But still why there so many Gontas now? Gonta should be the only Gonta! Unless new Gonta wants to be police Gonta, it be cool if Gonta had twin like that. Like Kaede has twin Kaede. But if new Gontas don’t stop coming, friends might get me-Gonta confused with a not-friend-Gonta! No one want that!

“This is Dangan Ronpa, you’re gonna need at least one guy built like me.” He flexed a bit for emphasis, tearing at some of the seams of his ill-fitting jacket. “I want in. And I’m no softy, got that?”

Hmm. That no sound right. This is very different Gonta, because Gonta definitely softy. Lots of friends tell him so, soft like the squishy fuzzy larva of the Pyrrharctia isabella!... That kinda got confused when making itself a chrysalis to go from woolybear to tiger moth, making it a bit too scary looking. But Kokichi say that still cool! Like a beary-bear mixed with a teddy-bear, perfect for protecting kids!

… Why did Kokichi keep laughing whenever Gonta call himself a bear anyway?

“Viewers always think the big guys are soft and sweet. This time they’ll be wrong.”

Viewers sound like smart people, that is exactly how real Gonta is! Sorry not-soft-Gonta is misjudged.

“I’ll crush them. Those expectations, those hopes, and these participants. I’ll squash them all like bugs.”

… huh?

Squashing… Bugs?

Hurting people?

HOW?! WHY?!

WHY MONSTER LOOK LIKE GONTA?!

“Speaking of bugs, that’s my talent. Don’t care how, but I want bugs. Spiders, centipedes, scorpions, killer bees, fire ants, dung beetles, cockroaches, every creepiest crawly you got.” Not-Gonta smiled, but the expression looked foreign on his face. Not at all like Gonta’s smiles, there was far too much malice to be seen there and there was little doubt that feeling was genuine. Like a predator toying with its prey. “Nature’s perfect little machines. Optimized for everything. Always knowing their place and keeping things going without any complaints.”

I don’t understand. I-I can’t understand! What’s “Dangan Ronpa”? Who is this person?! He’s a terse talker, but his grasp on this language is leagues better than mine. It can't be someone pretending to be me, can it? It'd have to be another Ultimate or something if he was, and not even Tsumugi could manage this I think.

But... It doesn't feel like someone else. He sounds like how I feel when I get too riled up, but that... That can't be right. Emotions don't define how people are! How you handle them is, and I always try to keep control of mine. Even when it gets hard. Because that's what a gentleman should do, to BE a gentle man.

How can he claim that he has a bug talent and want bugs to care for when he doesn’t CARE about them?! Even Korekiyo genuinely loves his studies! This is more like… Like he just likes having power over them. That… That can’t be “love”, right?

What is any of this supposed to mean?

“Guess that’s all I gotta say. So see ya.”

Gonta didn’t know how long it was he sat there, trying to dry his eyes and rationalize what he saw.

All he knew was that he just couldn’t do it. Nothing about it made any sense to him, no matter how hard he tried to process it. He wasn’t smart enough to understand what sort of motive this was.

But Kokichi would be. He always is!

So that’s where he headed, as fast as his legs could carry him.

As the video came to life Kokichi wasn’t sure what to make of it. It was a video of him, obviously, but he was wearing some school uniform he’d never seen before in his life and he was talking up at a camera in a gym or something. The him on the screen felt different though. Nervous. Scared.

He had a bit of a false start at his introduction, but after yelling at some kids who started chanting “Do it, do it!” off-screen to shut up he seemed to get his bearings. Well, he got them better at least.

“N-Number 413. H-hello, my name is #*#!@#! *%^ and I’m only doing this because SOMEONE won’t stop bugging me about it! I-I’m not doing it because I love the show or anything, really.”

… Oh my god. LOOK AT THIS THING! WHAT EVEN IS THIS? IT’S LIKE A LIL’ BABBY BIZARRO ME! Is he even like honestly trying to lie right now? He’s soooo pathetic I can’t even.

“But… Um… Since I am auditioning I would still really want to get in ya’know? J-just for the screen time and the money and stuff! I mean just look at this cute face, audiences would love me!”

Okay, confirming what we already know, assuming this has any truth to it. Which it probably does, since those guys off screen were obviously my guys from D.I.C.E., I’d know those voices anywhere. Finding one sound-a-like might be possible, but nine? Not a chance.

“I can toootally play like the adorable funny best friend sidekick character, and if the theme of this season is going to be “truth vs. lies” I’d be great at that! I’ve always loooved the theatrical mysterious liars in previous seasons, like Nagito and Celeste. Though, I’d rather not be a murderer if I can help it.”

… Yeeeeah, hate to break it to you kiddo but I don’t really think that’s me. Except for the no killing, that’s still me so no worries there. Unless Kaede’s our actual protagonist instead of Discount Kamina or Captain Kibble, in which case maaaybe I could come across like that? Oh fuck wait, did I make myself the sassy gay best friend character type?! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS! I TAKE IT ALL BACK, I DEMAND RESHOOTS!

“I-I mean… It’d be way too easy to win a killing game like that right? Where’s the fun in that?”

… Not sure I’m okay where this is heading, why’re we going to Joker town? There IS no “fun” in here!

“As far as talents go… Uh… I kinda sorta maybe have kleptomania so Ultimate Thief would be a good fit I think. But I’m practically king of our school’s chess club- God wait, fuck that sounds so fucking nerdy why’d I say that- W-well I mean it’s still true! So Ultimate Chessmaster could also work I guess? Since I’m pretty sure the Ultimate Lucky/Unlucky kids have been waaay overdone. Even if my name would work well for that pun.” He nervously shifted his weight from side to side as if trying to think about how to say what he was really after as a part of this “role”.

Nuh-uh, not being taken in by how adorably dorky you are, you can’t make me fall for my own act kid. You showed your hand, so what’s the fucking catch?

...Ayyy, wait a sec. Mister editor might've missed something here."Kokichi" can be a luck pun, and with my height being a "little lucky" would fit like a dream. So much for censoring "my" name, unless they only kept the reference here because the one I have now still worked for it.

Still, food for thought. They might have scrambled the audition names just to make us extra paranoid.

“Buuuut Ultimate Chessmaster might be a bit too on the nose though if I’m allowed to try for our season’s mastermind spot or anything though, you know? Er, only if that’s okay to ask for at all!”

what

“I-I mean wouldn’t that be a fun twist?! And being a victim would still be totes okay too, or I could fake my death like Junko did after really pulling at the audience's heartstrings by being so lovable all the time.”

This isn’t funny anymore fucko

“I mean I get it if that spot has certain limits applied to it, like duh they’re THE big bad, but I think I could pull it off! But I’d definitely wanna be a REAL mastermind, not some wannabe with amnesia like Hajime was. Well Izuru, same thing. The sort that’s hidden in plain sight that reeeeally makes you wanna rewatch it all again to see what sorta crafty bastard they’ve really been this whole time you know?!”

No. No no no no no. Non. Nein. Nada. Niet. Nope. This isn’t fucking funny you sick fucks!

But it’s also not a lie. He was completely and utterly honest about his intentions. Unless somehow that person could hide what a great liar he is as a fake out or he really isn’t me on some level.

That’s really unlikely though. It’s hard to fake tells without being too obvious, even I have trouble with it. And he definitely had my tremors whenever he starts getting nervous. This has to be real. It’s gotta be.

Kokichi clasped his hands in front of his face as he tried to control his breathing. He tried to process what this motive was trying to tell him as the “audition” ended. God he’s lucky they didn’t watch these things as a group like the first batch of motive videos, he’d be sooo dead. Unless he’s not the only one.

On the plus side this did give some clues about things, assuming any of it can be true. Which… It probably was. Or more of this setting was faker than he thought, since he knew those voices. But it COULDN’T be faker than he thought, Kiyo and his weird deal with his sister proved that already! Unless there’s some way to fake a guy magically growing and losing boobs on a dime that he doesn’t know about yet. (If it does exist I’m not sure if I want to slap the person responsible for being gross or shake their hand for it having both practical and hilarious potential. Maybe I’d just high five them while wearing a joy buzzer.)

This is some sort of show or game. People know about it and like it enough to willingly sign up for this shit. They might not know how real this is though, they might think it’s like reality TV or something. Hopefully that’s what they think it is, and they’re not talking like deep web red room shit or anything like that.

Masterminds change for each game, or this “season” with how he mentioned rewatching it like that, or at least this one needed to have someone new take the reigns. Some previous masterminds are people named “Junko” and “Izuru”, though the latter played in his or her game as “Hajime”. Deaths in this game can be faked, or they could in previous seasons. Memory alteration has also appeared in past games.

Wait. Hajime? As in Hajime Hinata? From the second of the 52 case files. Are these things acting as the motives now just because Shuichi’s lab already touched on some of this information? Interesting. There might have been a Junko in the first too, but if she was a mastermind that data was expunged. Izuru definitely didn’t come up in the second or sidenotes, so that could be standard procedure. Moving on.

“Talents” are a part of this game, so the Ultimate Hunt stuff was probably just this season’s “backstory”. This likely tied into how the flashback lights work. But flashback lights can’t completely change who you are, even if they can mess with most of you. This Kokichi talks like he does, but doesn’t think like him.

How much of these auditions reflect the actual people they used to be is unclear. This Kokichi’s a terrible liar to be certain, and not just in a Holden Caulfield slang sorta way, but these are still just auditions. Everyone has to be prepared to show off some sort of persona if they want to be picked for these things.

… But what can he do with any of this information? He can’t risk showing anyone this video, obviously. Not even Kaede or Gonta. He’s not that stupid. Not unless maybe he can watch theirs first. If everyone “wants” to be the mastermind in these it won’t be so bad. As unlikely as that case may be if they’re real.

If these were faked then of course they’d all claim they wanted to be the bad guy, the star of the show. But in reality, they’d only need so many people gunning to fill a particular niche in the game’s formula. Killers, victims, leads, rivals, survivors, and all the smaller audience grabbing archetypes in between.

At least Kokichi knew what his desired role was. And he knows that’s not who he is anymore. He doesn’t know who the person he was used to be, but they’re “dead” now. Kokichi Oma isn’t, and that person’s not coming back on his watch. He’s not planning on going out without putting on one hell of a show.

One bad enough that this whole goddamn genre would crash and burn.

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