#i want to crush them under a hydraulic press

[minxinq]

self indulgent lesbian kzscr bc estrogen could save them

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post mission shenanigans

[charcowlll]

hi chattttuyhhhhhh..... I left my wife and kids just to come back to my danganronpa phase and I don't regret it one bit (rip my self esteem at school when I'm bullied, im so cooked chat >_<) anyways I love the v3 designs so much ^^ I want to crush them all under a hydraulic press very lovingly

[hope-to-hell]

Night Gardening. Loki x Möbius. Dreams are just the brain processing past events. They’re not real, even if his senses tell him otherwise. Right? Smut and purple prose out the wazoo.

———

Okay. Don’t break him. He can take so much more than you think but apply stress from a certain angle and he’ll shatter like— what’s that thing? Prince Rupert’s drop? Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. That’s the thing he saw once down in Engineering, crushed under a hydraulic press— only it wasn’t crushed. It disappeared, and when the press rose again it bore a hole in the shape of the drop. Glass stronger than steel, stronger than unstoppable force: it was strong, yes, but when Mobius held it in wondering hands he fumbled and it shattered— disintegrated— landing on its wispy tail and it was gone.

So he’s scared, you know? Reaching out means maybe getting what he wants, and maybe taking back a chilled and empty hand. He breathes out on a shudder and strains to hear Loki’s words through the haze of this dream, in this hollow in time carved out by sweat and tears and the iridescent shine of maybe it’ll be alright. Maybe I’ll wake up and

You’re wandering again.

There you are. I was afraid I’d be here all by my lonesome. Levity runs in Mobius’ veins; he can’t ever seem to get out ahead of it to find the words he needs to say and so he trails behind hoping the meaning comes through just the same.

If you were, you’d soon be unmade. And, okay,

Harsh. But listen. I know none of this is real, okay? I know you’re just something I’m making up while I sleep. But I still gotta ask. Are you alright? Ask stupid questions and get no answer. But he knows Loki well enough to clock the minute twitch of his jaw

(not alright, not for a long time, but there’s something on his mind and it’s more than just the Tree)

and how familiar are they that he can see it even here, in the flow of innumerable worlds? Okay, not the time. I get it. If ol’ tall dark and self-sacrificing over there wants to get something off his chest, he will— even if it’s coded in the flick of a finger or that way he has of shifting his weight just so. And anyway, this is a dream so Mobius can do whatever the hell he likes, right? He can even close the distance between them til he smells juniper and snow as he breathes Loki in deep. Easy, hoss. I should’ve done this when I had the chance.

And oh, if this is a dream then may he never wake up. If there is any justice left then let him remain here, half-draped over Loki with that clever tongue silenced, breathless— let him live out his days with this tremble in his thighs from trying so damn hard to keep himself in check. I used to know how to do this. I think. Doesn’t matter if he’s out of practice or if the angle is all wrong; all that matters is the way Loki strains to meet the kiss.

But for all his strength, Loki is bound in place: he is jailer and prisoner— no, that’s not right, he’s a conduit, a gardner— as infinite possibilities course electric through him and he cannot rise, cannot reach out, cannot pull Mobius down by the lapels and give him everything he never realized he could ask for. I— ah. I can’t— and please, please understand that Loki doesn’t bare his throat to just anyone. This is a gift. This is the pulse of artery and vein, of xylem, of phloem— yes, yes, somewhere in the distant unknown you passed a science class or two— and if they only get one chance at this, he’s gonna give it all he’s got.

And Mobius is so goddamned careful right up until the moment Loki nips at him, following sharp teeth with a lick that says I’d drink you up if I could.

Did you say that? Or did I?

Darling, does it matter? Oh. Oh, the word slips into his ear, past grey hair gone just a little shaggy, tip-tapping over his eardrums and hey, yeah, okay, he likes that. He likes that a lot. Mobius breathes in a single sharp breath and on the exhale pours himself down Loki’s throat: all of his being compressed into a single breath, tinged with salt spray and stubble-rough around the edges; it’s not nearly enough, but it’s all he has.

And Mobius shoots off in his pants like a damn teenager; he’s all spreading stickiness and it’s just too goddamned much but he isn’t finished yet. So he drops his head and threads one hand through Loki’s hair as the other is fumbling, searching for buttons, a zipper, anything— how do I get these open, did you forget that when you get the trousers on you’ve still gotta take them off—

Laces. There, just to your left and he’s in, nails catching at the knots; in his idle moments Mobius might’ve pictured this, but slower: maybe somewhere quiet outdoors with sunlight slipping lazily over his back, Loki’s hand closing over his— open your eyes. I want to see you— but this is worlds better; this is the ache between his shoulders and the drag of skin on skin; this is Mobius licking bitter salt from his palm and reaching for more; this moment does not crystallize but rather atomizes, drifting up and into the branches of the Tree.

Damn, I wish (I— we— could’ve found another way,) I mean, I want (more time. Why is there never enough time)— next time I’ll buy you dinner first. In the dream a little self-indulgence won’t go amiss; he can concentrate and maybe the next time he sleeps he’ll be able to come back and do this properly. Maybe he’ll follow the thread of this unraveling dream back to its beginning; to this place where he doesn’t have to hold so tightly to his memories, watching them fade out slowly til they’re just amorphous feelings. Maybe he'll stay a while and watch the ebb and flow of life through the branches of the Tree.

But the dream ends, as all dreams must; Mobius awakens with his head pillowed on one arm, the sleeve of his jacket pressing its imprint into his face; he breathes slow and quiet, rubbing his thumb across his first two fingers, listening hard for a fading whisper:

I tend to many worlds, but remember— the gods do play favorites, and I play for keeps.

[shrimperini]

this isnt an ask but.. I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH?? i love your wheatley design so much.. i want to crush him under a hydraulic press affectionately! one of my online friends got me into chelley and showed me your art and theyre so amazing in your style.. i heart them.. have a great day!!!! heart heart heart

IM LATE TO THIS BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG <333333

[wibblewomble]

Ranking Ajins by Death Toll

Oh but count them I did.

Have you ever wanted a comprehensive list of Ajin deaths? Well, here is one anyways!

The list is based on manga events as I actually haven't seen the anime 😬

The ranking only includes Ajins (AKA revivable characters) because otherwise the list would be…even longer than it is and 90% of it would be no-name characters. They also MUST make an appearance (so ruling out mentioned Ajins, like the Chinese Ajin with 2,000+ deaths).

Without further ado, AJIN CHARACTERS RANKED FROM MOST TO LEAST DEATHS!

...under the cut (I’m sorry, it is very long)...

🚨CW for Ajin typical shenanigans (death, mutilation, suicide, the like)🚨

Ranking by onscreen/shown deaths

Satou (44 deaths)

Kei Nagai (35 deaths)

Kou Nakano (15 deaths)

Koji Tanaka (9 deaths) TIE

Izumi Shimomura (9 deaths) TIE

Takahashi (6 deaths)

Masumi Okuyama (4 deaths)

Shinya Nakamura (2 deaths)

Reiji Akiyama (firefighter) (1 death) TIE

Himeko Tachibana (diet member passing the Ajin bill) (1 death) TIE

Satou detractor (with the cross-body bag) (1 death) TIE

Satou collaborator (with the two IBMs) (1 death) TIE

Ranking by estimations

Koji Tanaka (5,892 deaths)

Satou (692 deaths)

Kei Nagai (347 deaths)

Kou Nakano (215 deaths)

Izumi Shimomura (9 deaths)

Takahashi (7 deaths)

Masumi Okuyama (5 deaths)

Shinya Nakamura (2 deaths)TIE

Reiji Akiyama (firefighter) (2 deaths) TIE

Satou detractor (with the cross-body bag) (2 deaths) TIE

Satou collaborator (with the two IBMs) (2 deaths) TIE

Himeko Tachibana (diet member passing the Ajin bill) (1 death)

Everyone gets +1 to account for their first death in the estimation rankings (except Satou, Kei, Kou, Izumi, Shinya, and Ms. Tachibana because their first deaths were shown and already counted in the initial ranking)

Ajin’s with too little information to estimate (at least one death)

Takeshi Kotobuki

Jun Suzuki

Dr. Smith

Jim

Satou detractor (with the glasses)

Satou collaborator (with the glasses)

✨Honorable mention✨

Kai (by technicality)

Let’s go into some more detail about each death and estimation calculations.

Deaths are listed chronologically by manga appearance. “S” means it was self-inflicted with intention. They have to be the ones to cause the fatal blow (aside from one exception, being Izumi throwing herself in front of a car). Assisted suicide, like Tanaka stabbing Satou as a demonstration, does not count as self-inflicted.

Koji Tanaka

Gunshot to head (chpt 1)

Crushed by hydraulic press (chpt 2)

Stabbed with rods (chpt 3)

Neurological experiments (assumed) (chpt 3)

Dismemberment by lab researchers (assumed) (chpt 3)

Collision trauma (used as a crash test dummy) (chpt 14)

Gunshot to head by Gen (chpt 33)

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 37)

Assumed reset (shoulder wound from Satou is gone) (chpt 43) S

+1 for first death (implied in chpt 13).

+1 assumed reset after being accidentally shot by Satou in chapter 41. His shoulder wound is gone and he (or the rest of the gang for that matter) probably wouldn’t wait for it to heal.

+1 assumed reset at some point after chapter 56. His leg wound—where he got stabbed by the minister's goons—disappears. Could have been forgotten about, could be he’s still walking around with it, but I think they would want to be in top shape when fighting Satou, so I’m counting it as a reset.

+5,880 for deaths while in captivity. Some were already included, but it pales in comparison to the total count. Tanaka was probably subject to experiments everyday. Let’s assume 3 deaths per hour (accounting for setup time and various death methods), 8 hours in a working day, and 245 working days in a year (Japanese work duration from Google). Which means in 10 years that’s 5,880 deaths. This is a very VERY general approximation, not taking into account probable overtime, lengthier experiments resulting in slower deaths, or extremely fast causes of death like getting shot. Regardless, with 10 years of captivity, Tanaka’s death toll is certainly the highest.

Tanaka’s total estimated deaths: 9 + 5,883 = 5,892

1 suicide, 2 estimated suicides

Satou

Stabbed by Tanaka (chpt 6)

Gunshot to head (chpt 9) S

Shot multiple times by Kei (chpt 10)

Stabbed and tossed around by Kei's IBM (chpt 11)

Shot by Tanaka (accidentally) (chpt 15)

Plane crash (chpt 19) S

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 20)

Shot by SAT (chpt 21)

Shot by SAT (chpt 21)

Shot by SAT (chpt 21)

Shotgun to the chest (chpt 21) S

Diced by wood-chipper (chpt 35) S

Caught in explosion (chpt 36) S

Gunshot to head (chpt38) S

Gunshot to head by Kuroki (chpt 38)

Gunshot to head by Kuroki and Suzumura (chpt 38)

Gunshot to head by Kuroki and Suzumura (chpt 38)

Gunshot to head (chpt 38) S

Gunshot to head (chpt 40) S

Impaled by own IBM (chpt 40) S

Gunshot to head (after severing arm) (chpt 42) S

Jumped off Forge Safety building (chpt 42) S

Gunshot to head by gang members (chpt 47) FIRST DEATH

Decapitation by Takahashi's IBM (chpt 52)

Gunshot to head (assumed) (chpt 54) S

Shot by soldiers (chpt 54)

Shot by soldiers (chpt 54)

Gunshot to head (chpt 54) S

Blown up by C4 (chpt 54) S

Shot by soldiers (after intended suicide detonation) (chpt 55)

Gunshot to head (chpt 57) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (chpt 60) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (chpt 61) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (assumed, offscreen) (chpt 62) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (chpt 65) S

Bomb vest and plance crash (assumed, offscreen) (chpt 65) S

Bomb vest (chpt 71) S

Gunshot to head (after severing arm, assumed) (chpt 71) S

Head trauma/snapped neck from falling from heli after being shot by Manabe (chpt 76)

+40 for deaths from organ harvesting. Satou trades 10 livers, 10 kidneys, and 10 hearts for guns in chapter 8 so that’s at least 10 deaths. I don't think he would ask Tanaka to help given him being freshly released from lab experiments. Nekozawa calls him “a valued client”, it’s implied he’s done this before. Satou needed guns to save Tanaka, but aside from that we don’t know how many times he’s done this. Let’s just add another 30 deaths on top of the 10.

+540 for deaths from repeat killings by SAT. I imagine the SAT encounter until Satou’s recovery was quite fast and lasted at most 5 minutes. Killing Satou at a rate of 2 shots per second means 600 deaths in 5 minutes. Let’s subtract 60 (half a minute of deaths) to account for moments when SAT was distracted by Takahashi’s sniping.

+15 for deaths from fighting with SAT offscreen. Satou is a power house. He takes out at least 5 people for every death of his own. Slapping on an estimated extra 15 deaths from this fight since he was still tuckered out by the end.

+3 for deaths from fighting gang members (chapter 47). Though unarmed against a group of 100+ men, Satou would probably make quick work of these guys since they seem mostly untrained. Slapping on an estimated extra 3 deaths.

+50 for deaths from fighting Iruma Air Base soldiers (chapter 55-57). I’ve had enough of this dude. Let’s just add 50 more for his fight against the army base soldiers since they are highly trained, killing him without restraint, and there are a lot of them. Satou is also visibly weary by the end of it.

Satou total estimated deaths: 44 + 648 = 693

22 suicides, at least 40 estimated suicides

Kei Nagai

Hit by a truck (severed in half yikes) (chpt 1)

Strangled (chpt 2)

Slit throat (chpt 3) S

Bike crash (chpt 6) S

Stab to chest (after torture and dismemberment) (chpt 7)

Dismemberment by lab researchers (assumed) (chpt 8)

Drowned (chpt 12)

Stabbed in the throat (chpt 17) S

Shotgun to the chest (chpt 22)

Assumed reset (head wound from car crash is gone) (chpt 22) S

Shot by Satou via attack helicopter (dream sequence, yeah buckos i'm counting these) (chpt 31)

Assumed reset (hand wound is gone) (chpt  33) S

Caught in explosion caused by Satou (chpt 36)

Gunshot to head by Kou (chpt 39)

Gunshot to head (chpt 39) S

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 40)

Gunshot to head by Hirasawa (chpt 41)

Gunshot to head by Hirasawa/Kou (after severing both arms) (chpt 42)

Gunshot to head by Hirasawa (chpt 42)

Fell off Forge Safety building (after being shot) (chpt 43)

Hypoxia (chpt 49) FIRST DEATH

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (after biting off fingers) (chpt 57) S

Slit throat (assumed, to heal fingers) (chpt 57) S

Gunshot to head (after poped eardrums) (chpt 60) S

Gunshot to head by Anti-Demis (chpt 61)

Plane crash and explosion caused by Satou (chpt 70)

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 72)

Impaled by own hostile IBM (chpt 72)

Gunshot to head (chpt 77) S

Gunshot to head (missing an arm and impaled on a rod) (chpt  78) S

HIT BY A TRUCK LMAO DUMBASS (chpt 83)

+240 for deaths while in captivity. Using the same metrics as Tanaka, in 10 days Kei died 240 times. Again, this is a very general approximation.

+72 for drowning deaths while adrift for a week (chapter 14). The stages of drowning take between 10-12 minutes. But let's be generous and say Kei either lucked out with calmer waters or manages to stay afloat for longer. So he drowns at a rate of 1 death per hour. Let’s also say Kei was confused and his estimation of being adrift for a week was off (downing consecutively will do that to a man), and he was only in the water for 3 days. I also don’t think he would be floating around for a week, especially if he didn’t make it out of Tokyo Bay.

Kei total estimated deaths: 35 + 312 = 347

15 suicides

Kou Nakano

Jumped out a window (chpt 15) S

Electrocution (chpt 16) S

Bled out (after falling from aparment building, stabbed in the stomach, run over by Tosaki) (chpt 16) S...ish...I’m counting as 0.5

Impaled by Kei's IBM (chpt 16)

Jumped off a cliff (chpt 17) S

Assumed reset (leg wounds from Kei are gone) (chpt 17)

Impaled by Kei's IBM (chpt 25)

Hanging (chpt 26) S

Shot by Satou via attack helicopter (dream sequence) (chpt 31)

Caught in explosion caused by Satou (chpt 36)

Impaled by Tanaka's IBM (chpt 37)

Gunshot to head by Kei (chpt 39)

Gunshot to head by Kei/Hirasawa (assumed) (chpt 41)

Fell off Forge Safety building (semi-accidental) (chpt 42) S, another 0.5

Head trauma (could also be eventual starvation/dehydration) (chpt 43) FIRST DEATH

+200 for deaths from hanging. We are doing a lot of assuming, so let’s continue that trend. Let’s say Kou would only hang himself for 5 hours a day after training and before bed. Let’s also say they had approximately two weeks of training. To account for extra training, rest time, and Kou generally not feeling up for dying on repeat, we’ll assume out of the two weeks, Kou only used 10 days. Where am I getting these numbers? My gut tells me so (source: trust me bro).

Short drop hanging takes 10-20 minutes for complete brain death. Let's take the middle road and say 15 minutes. So on average, 4 deaths per hour. 4 x 5 x 10 = 200 deaths.

Kou total estimated deaths: 15 + 200 = 215

5 suicides, 200 estimated suicides

Kou and Satou were really hard to estimate for, but we powered through lads.

Izumi Shimomura

Impaled by Tanaka's IBM (chpt 4)

Head trauma (chpt 27)

Untreated illness/STD (chpt 27) FIRST DEATH

Fell off a building with Satou's IBM (dream sequence) (chpt 31)

Bled out (after losing an arm fighting Tanaka) (chpt 39)

Gunshot to head by Tosaki (assumed) (chpt 41)

Hit by car (chpt 56) S

Shot in the throat (chpt 56)

Gunshot to head by Satou (chpt 78)

I’m assuming Izumi didn’t die after Tosaki hired her since she wasn’t being researched nor was it likely she needed to die for Tosaki as a bodyguard.

Izumi total estimated deaths: 9

1 suicide

Takahashi

Sniper shot to the head (chpt 21)

Sniper shot to the head (chpt 21)

Sniper shot to the head (chpt 21)

Gunshot to head by Gen (chpt 33)

Assumed reset (shot by Satou) (chpt 37)

Gunshot to head by Anti-Demis (chpt 66)

Takahashi total estimated deaths: 6 + 1 = 7

Masumi Okuyama

Carbon dioxide poisoning (chpt 32) S

Electrocution (chpt 32) S

Assumed reset (shot by Satou) (chpt 37)

Improvised explosive device (chpt 58) S

Okuyama total estimated deaths: 4 + 1 = 5

3 suicides

Shinya Nakamura

Motorcycle crash (accidental beheading) (chpt 9.5) FIRST DEATH

Gunshot to head (chpt 9.5)

Shinya total estimated deaths: 2

Reiji Akiyama

Bled out (after being harpooned and fighting Tanaka's IBM) (chpt 15)

Akiyama total estimated deaths: 1 + 1 = 2

Satou detractor (with the cross-body bag)

Bled out (shot in spleen by Tanaka) (chpt 15)

Total estimated deaths: 1 + 1 = 2

Satou collaborator (with the two IBMs)

Sliced in half after pushed off building by Izumi (chpt 63)

Total estimated deaths: 1 + 1 = 2

Himeko Tachibana

Satou's plane crash (chpt 65) FIRST DEATH

Total estimated deaths: 1

Kai

Gunshot through throat by Satou (chpt 72)

Total estimated deaths: 1

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Well, shit, Bestie.

Hey, it's me. Again. For the 3rd time this week. Back at it again with some private tea for you.

Very fucking tired and frustrated on this holy day. Mom brought home another guy from gods know where. He looks... nice??? I guess??? He looks like some dude I'd find at the beer aisle in a convenient store at 4 am. He gave me a vegetable wrap, which is cool. Didn't eat it though, since I have no idea what's his deal yet or how long he's gonna stay. It better not be a month, because the last time that happened I nearly died from getting some random fork thrown at me. I swear to the gods, if he buys and brings in any fucking alcohol or smokes shit I will lose my damn mind.

If it does happen, I'm planning to stay over somewhere. Probably at a cheap pet-friendly motel so I can bring Sashimi along. I just hope my savings are enough to last a month there. I could ask Weylyn if I can stay over. Mr. and Mrs. Rutherford practically consider me a second daughter at this point. Though at the same time how long can I keep asking them? I don't want to be the cause of any trouble or anything, and they might get annoyed overtime or worse might even cut off all contact and relations. I don't want them to hate me. I know they're too nice to not even consider such a thing, but still...

I'll figure something out eventually when the time comes. Just hopefully things don't go to the fucking deep end. Gods above, if you can hear me, I already had had enough of those. Can you atleast give mom some of her senses back before shit hit the fan? I miss her. The old her. I just want my mom back damn it. Is it that hard to answer?

I guess not since Pantheon itself hasn't answered me for 11 years now. Yippee. Pray to the gods reverently my ass.

Fuck it. I'm going to bed. I feel like I want to tear my head off and crush it under a hydraulic press with how much stress I'm feeling. I won't be surprised if I wake up with a head full of white hair one day. Now that will be a story to tell if it happens.

Zephyrine ♡

[dangan-kagura]

Things I Wanted to Include for My V3 Rewrite - Part 16

So I was originally gonna explain this in the same way the Closing Arguments are explained, but I feel like the first thing I should do is explain what they start off with during the Class Trial. I’ll do my best.

They end up determining that the bloody katana they found was the cause of Kokichi getting his arm dismembered, but some would argue that his arm was sticking out when he got crushed by the hydraulic press. The problem is where did the katana come from? It’s not the same one from Korekiyo’s lab as it does not have gold paint.

After thinking about how Kokichi got his arm cut off, they try to determine how Kirumi was killed. My OC explains to everyone about how Kirumi was executed in his nightmare and by coincidence, the killing game script they found details how Kirumi was scripted to be executed. I would’ve loved to have this narrated as if it were the Psyche Taxi minigame.

To summarize the murder…

They determine that Kirumi killed Kokichi and then killed herself.

They end up thinking that Kirumi killed Kokichi with the hydraulic press and then killed herself by mimicking her written execution. She used buzzsaws from Miu’s lab to give herself cuts and also to tear off her dress, and then used a chain like a rope to climb high enough for her to let go, drop down and *SPLAT*, kill herself.

However, my OC is in denial of this. He believes that Kirumi would never kill herself. If she wanted to die like in her execution, she would show herself alive during the trial.

That’s when they figure out something odd. I didn’t write this in my previous post, but they noticed that Kirumi had some shots on, I guess you can say either her arm or neck. They connect this with the syringe and bottle they found and think that Kirumi was given an injection of something. The bottle had the word “Insomnia” on it. Basically, you can say the bottle has a drug that cures insomnia so it causes you to fall asleep fast.

That’s when they figure out that Kirumi faked her death by giving herself an injection of some drug to make her fall asleep fast and even keep herself in deep sleep during the investigation.

They realize during the trial that they only heard the body discovery announcement not twice but only once, and that announcement was when they discovered Kokichi, not Kirumi.

Everyone then demands to have Kirumi present herself for the trial. She does, but she does the same thing Kaito did originally by hiding herself inside an Exisal, and if that wasn’t enough…

Kirumi tries to trick everyone into thinking she’s Kokichi.

That’s where it leads to when the person in the Exisal gives them the murder video showing Kirumi getting crushed by the hydraulic press. Now, I never did figure out what should come next, but I guess you can say it’s here that they figured out the trick used to fake the video where Kokichi and Kirumi swap places when the camera isn’t showing who’s under the hydraulic press.

I did have an idea for a scene where my OC makes up a lie about Kirumi’s execution. He explains that what was written in the script is not how Kirumi was meant to die, and explains the other nightmare he had, the one where he tries to save Kirumi from getting executed. Kirumi/Kokichi laugh at him for lying, and that’s when Kirumi/Kokichi explains the concept about Kirumi’s execution. The concept being that her execution is based on a tale called The Spider’s Thread. It’s (I think) about a spider that climbs a thread to escape, only to break the thread and betray everyone once they reach the top, although in Kirumi’s case, the thread breaks and she falls to her death. Kirumi/Kokichi even point out that that’s the reason for Kirumi’s cobwebs on her dress. I think I would’ve wanted this scene to include Kirumi, in Kokichi’s voice, saying that Kirumi was not only a spider, but was also a “snake” (like how the fandom calls Sayaka a “snake” for betraying Makoto) because Kirumi was scripted to be a backstabbing bitch.

My OC argues that he is in denial of Kirumi being the culprit. He believes that Kirumi would never kill anyone and thinks that there might be some hidden secret behind this trial to make it look like Kirumi is the culprit. Kirumi, pretending to be Kokichi, then explains that another reason why Kirumi was scripted to be one of the culprits is because her character also calls back on certain culprits from the first two games.

This scene then plays out with the group comparing Kirumi to past culprits from Danganronpa 1 & 2. They start off by comparing Kirumi to Peko, in which my OC explains who Peko is and her reason for killing. Kirumi/Kokichi then explains on how Kirumi has a similar personality to what Peko is like, and even tries to convince everyone that Kokichi ordered Kirumi to kill him and then commit suicide, similar to how Peko tried to convice everyone that Fuyuhiko ordered her to kill Mahiru because Peko thinks of herself as a tool for someone else. Kirumi/Kokichi even remark the coincidence that Kirumi was scripted to be the 2nd culprit just as Peko was the 2nd culprit in SDR2.

They then compare Kirumi to Celestia. Obviously, the gothic fashion sense Kirumi has is referred to as a call back on how Celestia dresses. Kirumi/Kokichi even explains that Kirumi was scripted to snap at some point, which is seen as being in a way similar to how Celestia will get pissed off easily.

I even had an idea for a part where, during the trial, they watch part of the 3rd trial from DR1, but the sprites are replaced with sprites from the NDRV3 cast. That means it shows the trial with Kirumi’s sprites replacing Celestia’s sprites, as an example.

Basically, the point of this is that Kirumi/Kokichi tries to convince everyone that the purpose of Kirumi’s character is that her character was written to call back on the female culprits from the first two games, specifically Peko and Celestia. I think I even wanted a scene where they watch Kirumi’s audition video and pregame Kirumi explains that she was always a fan of villainous female characters like Peko and Celestia, and if she was casted to be a star on Danganronpa, she would want her character to be like those two. But my OC doesn’t want to believe it.

I think I’ll take a break here until I come back with more info.

[wisheduponastar]

Dreams of Death (1k words, Gen & M/M)

For Day 10 of @danganronpashipmonths Saioma month. Inspired by the prompt : Nightmares

Kokichi has nightmares, even after the game has been over for so long. He still dreams of dying, of the agony of being poisoned and then crushes. Life is cruel, in making him relive it. But he still tries to keep going, and he has Shuichi at his side. There to comfort him when he wakes up.

Or~ Kokichi's nightmares of death, and the struggle of waking up. But there is someone who can help

Read on Ao3 or below

(Does have angst, and I did rate this as mature on Ao3 for character death)

Kokichi can feel the poison in his veins. It hurts more than it has done. It feels like fire, like it’s burning him alive from inside out; like he’s cooking. Something in his mind almost makes him hear flames, because something as simple as poison shouldn’t be causing him this much pain. It’s much more painful than it was, the agony has progressed so far in only a few moments.

He can taste blood, a horrible, metallic taste. He’s bitten himself, trying to stop himself from screaming. Not that it really matters, if there’s only one person to hear him scream. Kaito is killing him anyway; so it doesn’t matter if he hears him scream. Kaito was in pain as well, although he doesn’t have fire in his veins. Kaito can still move.

Kokichi can’t move anymore. The poison hasn’t taken away his ability to feel, pain and other senses, but it has stopped him moving. He can’t get out of the way of the hydraulic press - even if he wanted to. And dimly, Kokichi realises he does want to. He knows he’ll die of poison anyway, but he doesn’t want to go this way. That machine can’t really be the death of him, can it?

Its whirring has only gotten louder, as the hydraulic press keeps going down on him. Kokichi thinks, vaguely, that he may be moving - if only a tiny bit. A small jerk of his finger, or a different muscle. Maybe he’s just spasming. He can spasm now, cough up that bit of blood. The press is so close to him that Kaito won’t see him do it, and the camera won’t pick it up. In his last few seconds of life, maybe Kokichi can indulge himself.

He feels the cold metal on him, and all air is forced from his body as the press begins to come down. Kokichi can only feel pain, although it’s different to the one from the poison. This one is much worse, so much worse. It’s the pain of dying. Everything hurts, and he hears something that might be a broken bone, or a bone breaking - but it just hurts too much. And then it’s over.

The brain can’t process what death feels like. So Kokichi wakes up. Just like he did in the simulation. Except this time, instead of waking up around people he didn’t know, he was with someone he did. Shuichi was next to him, barely a hand’s length away. The bed still felt cold to Kokichi, almost metallic. So he reached out, trying to grasp his boyfriend’s hand.

But Kokichi couldn’t move. He wasn’t in control of his body anymore. He couldn’t move to Shuichi. He couldn’t move out of the way of the hydraulic press. He was going to die-

Kokichi forced himself to take a deep breath, one of the only bits of his body he was able to control. The ceiling was mainly dark, but it was still covered in glow-in-the-dark stars. There was a small smile on Kokichi’s face as he glanced up at them. He’d been having nightmares for as long as he’d been out of the simulation, and darkness didn’t help. The lack of light was oppressive, and sent him back to… when he thought he’d died. Kokichi had struggled with it, but hadn’t told anyone.

In fact, he’d only told Shuichi about his nightmares because sometimes he would scream, and he wanted Shuichi to be aware of that. Over time, Shuichi managed to coax more information out of him. Like how he hated the darkness because it reminded him of being under the press, or how he hated silence - because his mind would start to fill it with a mechanical whirring. One of a machine lowering down onto him… eventually ready to crush him.

He’s glad that Shuichi breathes heavily in his sleep, it lets Kokichi hear something in what would otherwise be silence, which would then become trauma. He stays completely still for almost five minutes. Kokichi’s therapist told him he should start counting it, make a log of it; it might help them. So he does, he counts seconds while unable to move - just staring up at the ceiling. Every five seconds, or so, he tries to reach out for Shuichi. And every time he can’t move.

Until eventually, he does. His hand goes forward and grasps Shuichi’s immediately. It’s warm, it’s alive. That’s another nightmare that Kokichi has, of his friends dying. It’s much harder to reassure himself when it’s someone like Miu, but he can get over it quicker when it’s Shuichi. He just needs to roll over in bed. It’s horrible, but it could be a lot worse.

Kokichi is just glad he escaped getting phantom pains. He knows quite a few people who didn’t. Kokichi is also glad Shuichi never died. He jokes and says it’s because two horribly traumatised people would make an even worse relationship, but it’s actually because he cares. He wouldn’t ever want Shuichi to wake up in the middle of the night, crying or screaming. Reliving his death. Again.

There’s sudden movement, and Kokichi feels Shuichi grasp his hand slightly tighter, before hearing a soft yawn. He must’ve grabbed Shuichi’s hand quicker than he thought he did…

“Kokichi?” Shuichi doesn’t have that much of a morning voice, but just hearing him makes Kokichi instantly light up, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What do you mean Shumai?”

In a way, Kokichi doesn’t know why he refuses to say yes. Both of them know what’s going on, but something in Kokichi always refuses to admit it. Will always refuse to admit it. Kokichi rolls over slightly so he’s facing Shuichi, a concerned look on the detective’s face.

“Just come here…” Shuichi gently tries to pull Kokichi closer to him, and Kokichi complies, “It’s just me here, alright? In our house.”

“I already know that, stupid,” Kokichi teases, although his heart isn’t in it. Everything Shuichi said is exactly what he needs to hear, and he loves him for it. Silently, Kokichi slips into Shuichi’s arms and moves slightly closer. His voice is slightly muffled as he curls up tightly against Shuichi, but he forces the words out anyway, “Love you…”

[tlirswriting]

[Transmission note: this is a horror story, major tom, it's gonna get nasty]

> Atlas stacks crates in a warehouse six days a week. Pulling levers on a small mechanized cart to extend magnetized arms to large refrigerated containers and lift them up onto storage racks, hydraulics flexing in tandem with the thin metal rods supporting his own arms and legs. A notification icon blinks in the corner of his vision: 

> PLEASE UPDATE SOFTWARE 

> PAYMENT OVERDUE: YOUR LATE FEE HAS BEEN INCREASED TO— 

> “I know, I know, close…” He blinks, shaking his head and pressing a finger to his temple. 

> A voice crackles over the intercoms, “Good morning! As you know, we are rolling out the beta version of our new Storage and Management Bots; one has been assigned to each of you, and should arrive at your location shortly.” 

> A cuboid shape about a meter high trundles toward him along a colored line marking a path on the floor, short legs tapping against the polished concrete. 

> He heaves a sigh. “Yeah, okay.” 

Robota:

(Czech)

n. Forced or compulsory labor 

> “Do you want anything?” Atlas asks the cube. “Other than my job, eventually?” 

> A light blinks on SaM-B's front panel, thinking for a second. “I don't understand the question.” 

> “I mean… are you content with this? ‘Storage and management’? Watching people move boxes around all day?” 

> “Yes, I am happy to perform my primary function and learn how to complete tasks most efficiently,” its monotone voice beeps back to him. 

> He tilts his head and squints at it for a few seconds. 

> “Your efficiency level is dropping,” It reminds him. 

> “Right.” 

> He rides his magne-lift along its route, long aisles stretching ahead of him, rows of identical storage racks on a grid differentiated only by lettered and numbered markers. Chilled air nips at his cheeks and aches his muscles as his eyes glaze over, counting — H-37, H-38, H-39… 

> Another SaM-B unit paces back and forth, seeming confused. Atlas stops and watches it for a moment, the SaM-B following him doing the same. It stops and the two robots face each other, lights blinking, communicating something. 

> “What's… that?” He asks. “What's wrong with it?” 

> “It is unable to locate its assigned worker.” 

> “Huh.” Atlas pauses. 

> “Your efficiency level is dropping.” 

> “Yeah, I know.” 

> Atlas continues forward on his route, rounding a corner when he sees a shelf that had tipped over, resting against the one parallel to it like suspended dominoes, containers fallen off in a pile. 

> “Ah, shit.” He hops off his magne-lift to walk over faster. “What the hell happened here—” 

> The smell hits him, like rotten meat, like something forgotten in the back of the fridge for too long. Atlas groans, covering his nose and mouth with his elbow. Then he sees it; a body, facedown, crushed under the weight of it. 

> “Oh, shit.” 

> He comes closer, his eyes watering. He turns its head over with his boot and sees the discolored face of a coworker he was vaguely acquainted with, eyes bulging, fluid leaking from his orifices. 

> Atlas smacks the communicator strapped to his wrist. “Hey, we got a dead guy in H-42, I think it's Davey.” He takes an unsteady breath and chokes on the stench.

> A voice responds, “Well, haven't heard from him in a few days.” 

> Atlas gags, covering his face again with his free hand. 

> “Happens sometimes.”

> His SaM-B flashes its lights, and a number of other robots crawl towards them like spiders, surprisingly fast, moving things back into place and dragging away the bloated corpse with little retractable grabbers.

> Atlas just stands there, wide-eyed and shivering. 

> A two-toned beep-beep next to him. “Your efficiency level is dropping.” 

>> 

> Atlas fumbles with his plastic identification card at the end of his shift, holding it up to the clock's scanner with shaking hands. The door unlocks with a mechanical shunk, but he hesitates. SaM-B idles beside him. 

> “Do you…” he rolls the idea around in his head. “Are you sure you don't want anything more than this?” 

> It blinks. “This is all that I know.” 

> Dammit, he thinks. He fidgets, twitching his fingers at his side. “Can I ask you to trust me?”

> “Yes.” 

> He shrugs off his reflective vest and lays it on top of the robot, covering its cameras. 

> It beeps. “My field of view is obstructed.” 

> “Trust me.” 

> “Okay.” 

> He looks around, then waves the door open, gently pushing SaM-B along with him. 

Martian: 

adj. Belonging or relating to the planet or people of Mars 

> In the year 2280, a young man stands in front of his bathroom mirror and runs a hand through his hair, interspersed with delicate tendrils, glowing faintly blue at the tips. 

> He hesitates for a moment, scissors in hand, before grabbing a section of hair and chopping it off, white-hot pain shooting down his spine. Unclenching his fist, he drops a chunk of dark hair in his sink, along with a few writhing sensory organs similar to catfish whiskers. Biting his tongue, he repeats the process around his head, shaking and nauseous by the time it's done. He opens his eyes, and he looks mostly Human. 

> His name is Atlas, and he is dying. 

> Atlas struggles against the artificial gravity to step into the shower without his joint braces on, grabbing onto a thick metal bar to steady himself and sinking down to a small plastic stool. The water sputters on, rinsing the blood dripping from his scalp. 

Welcome to life on Mars

[howl-fantasies]

A/N - Roses are red, corpses are blue how would Gotham villains act when they are in love with you? 🌹❤️

ED NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

Oh boy, poor Eddie would be in absolute DENIAL. And the Riddler will help greatly with the denying.

You never learn Ed?! Nobody loves you, whining and pathetic little boy and I will NEVER love anyone.

This person is NOTHING we are so much better than them, they are stupid, uninteresting, don't worth our illustrious presence!

Still, he would look at you dreamily from afar.

Only romantic riddles would pop in his head like popcorn as soon as you're in the same room as him. Can fill many notebooks with it and will do it, then hide it somewhere in shame and swear he would never read it again (Spoiler : it never works and he takes it back to fill it again).

Riddler would be especially harsh with you, to try to push you away. Will immediately regret it though and silently hope you wouldn't hate him.

If you love him too, choose your words VERY CAREFULLY. 100% chances to have a blade against your throat at one point.

If you survived the blade, and convinced him you really are in love with him, he would be an amazing lover.

Will do anything for you, from killing a man to go buy milk in a giant mall during black Friday if it's what you wish.

His genius IQ will be used to protect you from Gotham villains, especially Oswald 👀 we don't want another IsabellAAAAH (why is that so difficult?!)

Ed would be the kind, sensible, attentive and goofy lover when in control.

Riddler would be mischievous, mature, handsy and challenging when in control.

Sometimes the two are with you at the same time, prepare to switch from goofy to pervy in a sec.

Will cook for you incredible dishes, from whatever country you want, cleary he'll show off his chef's talents 👨‍🍳

Floriography master here, so learn the language of flowers dearie 💐

Careful to regularly affirm your love and loyalty to him and prove it. If doubts are eating him, especially at the beginning, he would stab you. 😬

Super jealous, would prepare his trickier conundrums for the person who dared approach you or put them under a hydraulic press and crush them to death. For your sake, they will be eradicated and for his, they're gonna suffer. 👀👀

Oswald Cobblepot

Like Ed, Oswald recognizing his feelings would take AGES.

You're his dearest friend aren't you, that's normal if he wants to be with you 24/7, know what you are doing, and absolutely forbid you to have a love life. Your precious friendship doesn't need a nuisance between the two of you.

Eventually, thanks to Olga's incredible conversation skills - she would always look Oswald like this when the two of you are together 👀👀👀👀👀👀- he would realize his deep infatuation.

Be PATIENT. The little cinnamon roll will need to train with an empty chair to prepare a perfect confession.

You can assume he would finally tell you when he invites you for dinner, sweating bullets.

If you love him back, god. He would be on top of the world. May even cry a bit. Give him a hug, and a kiss 😩

Then would become paranoid and would be glued to you to be sure you would never be abducted by a Galavan no.2

Tabitha and you would NEVER be in the same room at the same time, he would make sure of it.

Victor Zsasz would be your personal body guard, he's the only one skilled enough to protect you from Cobblepot MANY foes.

He would be a great lover too - when not throwing tamtrums -. Super attentive, would love to hear about your day even if it was pretty mundane. Very good listener. He would always try to touch you when you two are alone, he craves your touch, your full attention, your kisses.

Would spoil you rotten with jewels, dresses or costumes or whatever you want to wear and even make it for you. Flowers, flowers, flowers he's an old fashioned man and, like Ed, and knows Floriography. 💐

He would be much more patient with you than the rest of common mortals.

Will throw tantrums though. Brace yourself and maybe wear a hearing protection. Just let him vent, he would calm down eventually.

Oswald is VERY jealous. If someone is looking at you in a way he doesn't like, poor dude would be dead with a broken bottle in his neck. Or an umbrella slide down is throat 😬

VICTOR ZSASZ

First thing first, he would develop a massive obsession with you. Will search and find EVERYTHING he needs and doesn't need to know about your person.

Why are you so fascinating? He can't exactly point it out. So to find out, he needs to stalk you everywhere until he understands. I mean QED 🤷🏻‍♀️ (NO!)

Tons of pictures and videos of you, would definitely steal your most precious things, like a necklace to wear it all time as a charm. Would also steal your underwear, maybe wear it too as a charm who knows what is under his infamous black outfits 🤔 imagine a panties necklace 😂

When he'd understand that he loves you, damn that'll be tricky. First he would probably frowned hard and be furious what is he doing? Love? What kind of fuckery is that? You're a nuisance in his grand plan to free human kind from life. You need to die.

He would try to kill you, with a sniper riffle. It didn't succeed when he wanted to stab you, your mesmerizing eyes distracted him, what was this shade? He would need to invent a name for it since it's so unique... Anyway! Sniper would do better. But oh boy... He wouldn't be able to pull the trigger. Not seeing you ever again, not have a chance to touch your skin who looks as soft as a peach, to see the life in your eyes... Fuck him, he's deeply in love.

Would 100% break into your flat and wait for you with wide wild eyes to tell you... Something... Anything but that he's in love with you. "Look sweetheart, from now on, you'll live with me. Better security, better furnitures. Don't say no, I don't want to carry you like a sack of potatoes." "... Ok? But who the fuck are you dude?! "

If you love him back, man, be ready for sweet sweet pet names, his best goofy lines and smiles, can be a true gentleman when he wants to. He would introduce you to his Bubbe.

But don't let your guard down too much sweetie, he is dangerous. Can switch from a lethal goofball to a very cold and dominant lover and don't you dare being bratty or do it at your own risk.

100% into BDSM, has much toys in store than a S.x shop and absolutely knows how to use it. Has a blood kink too.

Not too jealous, I mean who would be jealous of dead bodies freshly shot, or skinned alive? 👀😬

JERVIS TETCH

Congrats... You're his Alice. 🎉😬 He would be head over heels for you and would know it the second his eyes are on you. You're his muse, you're his queen, you're is EVERYTHING. *yandere alert here too*

He would always have his eyes on you, be it directly or with the help of his white rabbit or hypnotized people. He would never stop running after you and would do the most atrocious things to make you his.

Would be tempted to hypnotize you but wouldn't do it in the end. He wants you to love him as much as he does without this little trick. Instead, be ready to be invited at many tea parties.

Would work for HOURS to bake your favorite cakes and sandwiches, steal the most extravagant and fragrant teas just to impress you and spoil you rotten.

Will buy and send you tons of dresses, flowers and cute stuffed toys.

If you love him back, he would - like Oswald - be on top of the world. He would be a patient, very polite, and gentleman lover. Singing your praises all day and until he'd fall asleep.

Would want you with him 24/7, always have to feel one of his hands on your arm, knee, waist when you're in public. Would kiss your cheek and temples too.

In private he would always be next to you, very handsy and clingy. But will always asked for your consent before pushing things further. He's a gentleman after all and you love him deeply yes? So you wouldn't say no, would you? 👀👀

Might ask you to take the virus, just to be sure you'll be totally devoted to him. Slaughters and craziness would be a plus but his main priority is to ensure that you would never EVER leave him.

If you go somewhere without telling him before, he would panic. And hypnotize all Gotham just to bring you back to him.

Wouldn't hesitate to tie you to a chair, but always in front of a buffet to celebrate your return. 🍰🍩🧁🍪🥄

Do it once he may forgive if you plea for his forgiveness. Do it twice, he wouldn't hesitate to hypnotize you this time to keep you with him until world ends.

Very jealous, will 100% hypnotize the menace or use the Red Queen poison and show him why he's called the Mad Hatter. 😬

JONATHAN CRANE

Poor little cinnamon roll would choke behind his mask when seeing you 🥺

He didn't know he would ever feel that terrorized again. You're so beautiful in his eyes, so perfect that he would be paralized.

He would flee as soon as you enter the room he's in. You're too much.

Be patient, he would learn how to stay in your presence, he would just be very quiet at first. And after weeks of silent treatment would finally tells you : "what scares you the most?" in the most creepy tone you'd ever hear. Ok... Don't let that spook you, he really gave his best to break the ice, he's just clueless about how properly flirt with someone and fight his inner terror to talk to you. 🥺

If you love him back, terror will explode in his body. Oh god. What is he supposed to do now? His father didn't have a journal or guidelines for that! Oh dear... Please give him gentle directions, show him affection he craves it so much. But baby steps with the fellow, he needs to be handle with patience.

You'd be the first to hear about his lastest inventions, his progress, he would tell you everything and expects you to do the same with him.

Super sweet when he get the "what to do and don't" with your s/o. Clingy AF too, and super insecure. How could you love him, he's a monster, he does bad things for a great purpose, yes, but you shouldn't be involved in it, he knows how heartless and dangerous Gotham criminals can be. Would be paranoid about you being captured or injured.

He would definitely make a special defense gauntlet just for you with is toxin and gave you HOURS of lecture about how to use it and how you should never breath it if he's not here to ensure your safety.

Would offer you to inject the toxin to free you from fear. Be realistic dearie, you'll have to deal with it eventually and take it if you want to live your perfect criminal idyl with Scarecrow 🙆🏻‍♀️

I can picture him as a very devoted lover as an adult, mature, calm and loyal to death. He would go as far as Fries did for Nora and even further if needed. You and his grand villain plan are the pillars of his life.

As jealous as Tetch and Oswald but it would take him longer to notice when another person is hitting on you. But when he finally understands... Poor suitor would never get out of the nightmare. 😱

JEROME VALESKA

😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 Poor you. Oh poor you. That being said, he would be obsessed with you. Especially who you could become if you let your true self being free.

He would accept his obsessive love for you as easily as Tech. What's the point in denying it? He should instead make it a great beautiful chaos with the two of you wreaking havoc in town!

Will put you through hell to bring your darkest side out. You don't need to become a violent chaotic sociopath like him, just be super cool with what he's doing and enjoying yourself as much as he does when slaughtering Gotham citizen for fun, even if you just watch.

Will try hard to make you laugh, brace yourself for gore, disturbing and macabre humor 👀 if you're not laughing, then you need to be pushed harder into insanity.

Careful with him, as Jeremiah, he wouldn't mind hurting you even badly to make you love him back. Jerome wouldn't mind curving a matching smile on your beautiful face, so smile for your survival dear.

If you love him back, he would feel unstoppable.

Would want you to always tag along when he's fooling around.

Always calls you to point how hilarious what he did was, "Look at this Y/N! Can you see his face? That is true fun!" SMILE!!!

Don't count on him too much to assure your safety. But if you're injured, he'd be really mad at the responsible and torture him to death, but always in a fun way to be able to make you laugh despite the pain.

He's a narcissistic guy, he would expect you to praise his incredible performances and flamboyant persona.

Would praise you too eventually.

Very handsy in private AND in public, don't you dare be a stick in the mud and deny him his fun with your body. 😬

He would make a huuuge effort to listen to you if you need attention and would try everything to comfort you if you ever feel sad, like creating a big circus in the middle of the city and kidnapping Bruce to put him inside of a giant canon. "Look Y/N, gonna send Billions of dollars in the air!"

Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. Will kill your suitors in a way that would make him LAUGH TO DEATH. 😬🤡

JEREMIAH VALESKA

You're as important as Bruce for him. But if Wayne is his dear best friend, you're his very cherished significant other.

It wouldn't take too much time for him to realize how much he loves you. But as Jerome did, he would want you to become your true you. And for that, he needs to kill all your relatives, friends and everyone you potentially appreciate except him of course.

He would be your guide in the insane path he wants you to take. Listen to him and strictly do as he say or you would suffer for nothing and waste precious time in your metamorphosis.

Would always know where you are, with who and what you are doing.

Don't you dare try to escape him or he would create a very special labyrinth just for you. One you would never cracked without him.

If you love him back, he would expect a total devotion from you. You must worship him and his incredible genius.

Would make sure to keep Ecco in line and not risk her to harm you. But careful here, if he suspects you to not love him enough, he would make her challenge you and the prize would be his affection.

You have to be ready to blow your head for him as she did. Fortunately, he would stop you before you pulled the trigger, he loves you too much to take the risk, right? Or maybe he already knows that the bullet wouldn't be here this time? So you can shoot without a fear... right?

If you survived so far, first congratulations, second, he would spoil you rotten too. Flowers, jewels, grande couture outfits... You would have it all. 👸🤴👞👠👗🧥

Will be attentive to your "Well being", mature lover, a very good listener.

ALWAYS ask him how he is doing. He isn't as blunt and obvious as Jerome but the two are freaking narcissists! So give him your full attention, praise his plans and don't you dare doubting him. Plan A didn't work, so what, he has B, C, D, E, F coming if needed, he's always three steps ahead, you should KNOW that since you love him.

Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. JEALOUS. He would be very cold and methodical to teach your suitor a deadly lesson. Don't have any problem to implant one of his bomb inside of their stomac and expose them to the whole city to show what happens when someone is hitting on you 😬

[quilloftheclouds]

Life Update of the Clouds’ Quill

Hi!! Hi hi hi!! Yes I am indeed still alive!! No I’ve not been active on here at all!! SORRY ABOUT THAT. Here’s part of the explanation for that, though! There’s been some major changes in Quill’s non-virtual life, and that’s been taking a lot of time from their chances for virtual stuff.

After high school, I went to university and eventually decided on pursuing further learning in the Earth Sciences, aka geology but with a bunch of other nature things, like water and weather and soil and plants. Then stuff happened. Let’s call it burnout, but Quill was in... a bad state. They returned home and put university on pause, the COVID lockdown began, and after a few years of popping around through various jobs and a few months of a free carpentry college program and an apprenticeship that was utterly horrendous, we’re here.

Almost a month ago, I was hired by a global, well-respected engineering firm as a GEOTECHNICAL FIELD TECHNICIAN.

My wage skyrocketed.

I get my love of working in the field, but ALSO I get to work in an awesome lab and office, science and math and hands-on work combined.

The people I work with are amazing and brilliant and it makes SUCH a difference when your colleagues actually enjoy their work.

This is the kind of job I would’ve been lucky to have been offered after finishing an earth sciences degree, and I have it NOW.

I’ve been GUARANTEED A JOB for next year here if I want it, and this seasonal term aligns perfectly with me having the option of going back and finishing part of my degree this winter term.

This company takes safety really really seriously!! They care that I care!! They don’t get annoyed when I request safety measures!!

These people... actually appreciate me and my knowledge. My coworkers love my questions, they love learning the weird facts I know, they see that I’m able to help them if they inform me how, and they’re wonderful teachers. 🥰

Also I get to wear a white hard hat so. Failed apprentice → supervisor/safety monitor. Eheheee.

Some people might say this job is dirty, tiring, too much work, and boring. I can understand their point of view, but also: I’m that weird kid who loves collecting pebbles, catching frogs and fish in mucky bogs, and finds walking in the rain fun. Being paid to sieve sand, incinerate asphalt, arrange gravel by size and shape, smooth perfect concrete cylinders and then proceed to CRUSH THEM UNDER A HYDRAULIC PRESS, test soil compaction with RADIOACTIVITY harnessing machines, and all while learning the intricate details about all this stuff and using utmost safety, is just a flippin’ DREAM. Plus, it’s very satisfying. c:

Anyways, all that is to say: Hi! Quill is still here! They really love the writeblr community, but their real life work is taking a lot of their time and energy right now.

I’d love to pop on every once in a while to interact with you folks again, but we’ll have to see how often I can do that. In the meantime, I see so many writeblr friends are reaching such fantastic milestones!! CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU ALL, QUILL IS SO SO PROUD 💖💕💗

(And though Anchored Souls had been put on hold temporarily, I’m back at it! I’m working on it again!! YAY!)

[zenosungs]

laughable/lachrymose

Danganronpa V3 | Kokichi/Shuichi | Rated T

Toast is easy to make, right? Easy to make. You put the bread in the toaster and you wait and you spread honey on it when it’s done. Shuichi likes toast with honey. It’s easy. Kokichi needs easy. He can do this.

Ignoring the voices that have started screaming at him again he fumbles with the bag of bread, barely managing to fish a slice out, hands latching onto it in a seizing grasp so tight it almost crumbles in his hand. Flashes of hot and cold ravaging his body, he practically shoves it in the toaster, aching, hurting, shattering.

(OR: a fragmented road to recovery)

note:

drv3 spoilers!!

tw // suicidal thoughts tw // kokichi's death, miu's death, gonta's death (not directly stated but vague details) tw // unhealthy coping mechanisms

this entire thing is a bit heavy in general so please proceed with caution. it's not so shippy because my goal isn't to romanticize any of this, shuichi isn't a magical being who can heal kokichi with his words and touch, and he's also on the path of recovery as well

this was all written as a word vomit vent thing in one sitting so just lmk if you spot mistakes

i care about you, please reach out to someone when you need to

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He should be asleep.

Kokichi should, but then again, there are a lot of things he should be doing—healing, resting, blocking all memories out—though night terrors and bubbling trepidation and the inability to close his eyes without feeling the cold metal beneath him has proved to be a hindrance. He stays awake more often than he doesn’t, which is something entirely beyond his control; no matter the soothing words Shuichi mumbles in the dead of night, or the way he always keeps Kokichi close by in a loose yet comforting hold, he can’t sleep.

He doesn’t anymore. He’s stopped trying, anyway.

(It goes deeper beyond the label he hides behind as just insomnia. If insomnia can be defined as “persistent problems falling and/or staying asleep,” can it really be just insomnia if he’s the one who’s forcing himself to stay awake? If he only faces more sickening memories when his eyes are closed, what’s the point? Or maybe, just maybe, he’s lying to himself again, something like youdon’twantanyofthoseoptionsyouwanttodisappear—but as he always does, he lets the lie bleed into him until it is him. Until there’s nothing left to call a lie.)

He could be a zombie now, he’s sure of it. With the way he’s roaming around the apartment at—a glance at the clock—4 in the morning, and the way he certainly feels undead, calling himself a zombie doesn’t seem too far off. Shuichi’s grip on him, however loose it may have been, was getting too suffocating anyway.

He sits on the couch. Stares at a TV that’s playing nothing.

Deep breath in—

(...shut up, you asshole! the whizzing of an arrow through heavy air—kaito, can you hear me, please drink this antidote sorry, but i can’t die here… since i’m the mastermind of this killing game—redwhitehotsearingmetalcold—)

He scrambles to turn the TV on.

It’s so funny. The way they never stop fucking talking like a mixtape of voices ringing in his head even though everything is over and done with, oh god, he shouldn’t be dragging this out like he is, because none of it even happened. If none of it happened, why does he always feel the phantom pain of arrows digging into his flesh, or the descension of metal onto someone so petite—it all certainly felt so real, still feels so real—

—It’s not, and he knows that. He woke up from the simulation. Fought until there was no fight in him left. Until his lungs turned to ashes and pretty amethyst hair was yanked out of his scalp (by his doing, everything bad is always by his doing, so it seems) and so many eyes came to check in on him each day he spent recovering slowly in the hospital.

Is he supposed to feel relieved?

Happy? Glad that he’s awake from all of that? It’s alarming, really, that he feels nothing of the sort. What is he supposed to feel? Even if Saihara-chan had told him that any of his feelings were valid—anger, bitterness, resentment and horror—why does he still feel like nothing? Not numbness, but akin to it, certainly, because numbness is where you feel nothing, but simultaneously he feels like nothing. Like everything. Like death. Like life he doesn’t want breathed into him.

The TV drones on, white noise in the back of his head. He could make this work. That’s right. He’s adapted before. He can make himself feel okay again, or lie himself into thinking so, because that’s how it always ends, doesn’t it?

On shaky legs, he blocks out the voices; abhorrent Maki’s, strained Kaito’s, harsh Shuichi’s, tearful Gonta’s, desperate Miu’s, all of them cherry-picked from every single corner of his mind that he can’t ever find a way to escape anymore.

He stumbles, wandering without a purpose over to the bathroom, a trembling hand pushing open the door and flicking on the light. Headache-inducing fluorescent light flickers overhead, until it floods the capacity of the room, bearing enough light for him to be able to survey himself in the mirror.

He looks dead. Or, more so, like he could die. Right now, and maybe put an end to everything. An end to nothing. How does he fucking escape? How can he live like this? Or with this, the knowledge of everything he did in the killing game, his sacrifice, the hatred in everyone’s voices that he doubtlessly deserved?

Kokichi giggles, low and empty, as he turns the faucet on with a squeak and splashes cold water on his face. He could totally die right now. The way that brings more relief to him than anything else ever since the simulation is so laughable.

I could die. Right now. It’s as simple as using the sink or smashing my head against the bathtub. How hilarious.

Giving one final splash of frigid water onto a pale face, he turns the sink off, and allows himself a small moment of breathing. He’s been so bad at that lately, both him and Saihara. Everyone, really. No one is near being the textbook definition of okay, but they all didn’t expect to be either, although the one stark difference between them and him is that they’ve accepted that they’re going to recover slowly and reach okayness once again.

So why does he feel so stuck? Whenever he runs away from the echoing whirr of the hydraulic press it clutches him in its grasp again, and whenever he embraces it it makes him relive the entire scene over and over and over again in ways so sickening he feels like he just gets worse with each damn passing night—gasping for air even when he doesn’t sleep, awakening in cold sweat if he does manage to doze—maybe there’s nothing for him left here, fuck, why didn’t they just let him stay dead—

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. He could do the anxiety coping technique, or he could listen to music as a distraction, or he could go back to bed and pretend none of this is happening, or he could do the breathing method (in for four, hold for seven, out for eight), anything.

He could eat something. He could do that.

Shuichi’s been reprimanding him for his neglect of food anyway (even though the bluenette isn’t all that better at it) so in a way, this could serve as an apology for his inability to be a good person, boyfriend, living human being, all of that. For causing him so much trouble. For interfering with Shuichi’s own recovery process, even though it’s the last thing Kokichi wants to do. Unfortunately, the universe has a lovely addiction to just screwing him over.

Swallowing past a gag, because all of this thinking is so overwhelmingly nauseating, Kokichi stumbles out of the bathroom, not bothering to turn the light off. Everything is always so loud at night, everything is doused in so much more clarity, to the point where he can see them clearly. Miu’s face, terrified and contorted, even though it was just her avatar he still recalls so clearly the look of utter anguish on her actual corpse. Gonta’s baffled and horrified look when Kokichi wouldn’t stop yelling and yelling and yelling (“I’m sick of hearing you say you don’t know! God, why are you so dumb?”). They haunt him in ways unexplainable, although both of them had already made clear they’re on the path of forgiving him, but why does he need to be given undeserved forgiveness—

He finds himself in the kitchen, hands so shaky and cold he’s barely able to even turn on the light, panic emanating for no fucking reason, because he’s all messed up and gross and mutilated in ways that can’t be seen with the naked eye. He can’t cope. Everything fails when he tries. He laughs again, choked and nervous, opening the pantry and letting his eyes mindlessly glance over the food on the shelves; he reaches with invisibly scarred arms and takes out the glass jar of honey.

Toast is easy to make, right? Easy to make. You put the bread in the toaster and you wait and you spread honey on it when it’s done. Shuichi likes toast with honey. It’s easy. Kokichi needs easy. He can do this.

Ignoring the voices that have started screaming at him again he fumbles with the bag of bread, barely managing to fish a slice out, hands latching onto it in a seizing grasp so tight it almost crumbles in his hand. Flashes of hot and cold ravaging his body, he practically shoves it in the toaster, aching, hurting, shattering.

why are you like this it’s so easy to live why are you having so much trouble with it? is it because you can’t stop hearing iruma’s pleas or maki’s harsh words or kaito’s yells or saihara-chan’s confusion whenever you hung out and played games? is it because it would’ve been easier to stay dead, easier to be crushed and leave it at that, all cracked bones under unforgiving metal? or maybe it’s because—

Stop, fuck, just—

He’s crying—why is he crying?—by the time the toast pops out, golden and hot but he picks it up anyway, he’s been burned worse before, by words and by poison, so he holds it and puts it on a plate on the counter that they must have forgotten to put away.

With a strangled sob he clumsily takes the jar of honey again, tremulous fingers barely letting him even keep his hands on it, glass smooth and cold against calloused skin, worn and too ruined and bitten to be attached to someone as youthful as he is. He can do this, he has to do this, because he doesn’t feel like he’s getting anywhere near better but if he sticks to routine and does everyday things he should be doing easily—he could trick his mind into thinking so. It works, it always works, please work this time…

(Why is something as simple as this so goddamn hard, why is it all so hard, why was dying easier than all of this, why is existing so easy but settling down so difficult, why is waking up so simple but finding reasons to let it stay that way so unbearable, why, why why why—)

He bites his tongue and curses brokenly when the glass jar slips from his hands, falling to the floor without an ounce of grace, fracturing into uncountable glass shards at his feet.

Immediately he steps back, before sinking to his knees with a pathetic sob, the same sinful hands reaching out, hovering and unsure of what to do. Broom—yeah, the broom, he can sweep this up, he can fix it, he can fix all of this, he can fix himself, he can live, he can make himself feel okay, he can exist, he can do this, he can breathe, he can—

In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. His lungs quiver and shrivel up and cease to work whenever he tries sucking in air, body failing him, mind overrun as his vision blurs. If he could just get up and get a broom or something, he could get this all over and done with, or he could stop thinking of the worst possible ways to end this, end him.

Arms wrap around him gently before he can even try to stand up. Kokichi trembles, clawing at the hands of the person as he blubbers and cries and bows his head, unraveling again just as he always does, sick to his stomach and wondering why he’s subjected to this form of torture that he’s incapable of enduring for any longer.

The person gently turns him around in their arms, cups his cheek. The hand is cold. Shaking, too.

He wants to laugh again, but all that leaves him is another mangled cry, idly pressing his forehead against Shuichi’s chest, ringing in his ears so loud he can’t hear whatever the other boy is trying to tell him. Kokichi’s fingers dig into his back, into his soft sleeping shirt, moments away from tearing the fabric. He could throw up. He could die.

A kiss is pressed to the top of his head, and Shuichi is too nice for someone who had found his very pathetic boyfriend sobbing on the kitchen floor with forgotten toast on the counter and a shattered glass jar with honey pooling at his feet. This time, Kokichi does laugh, the noise interrupted by hiccuping sobs but near-hysterical at the exact same time, the sound oddly resembling the way he had laughed in the killing game, though lacking the malice it had at the time. Tired this time around.

He laughs until it gives way to screaming sobs, Shuichi trying his best to stop his own disturbed trembling, merely speaking softly and low into the shell of Kokichi’s ear, no doubt trying to reassure him. Or get him to cope (and fail). Or help him breathe.

why is this happening why am i like this why are you doing this to me, shuichi, it just hurts more whenever you try and i’m trying so hard to feel okay again and make things easier but it just gets harder every single day and—

—Kokichi giggles softly.

Shuichi shushes him gently, but Kokichi basks in the ridiculousness of this all. He switches between laughing and crying, screaming and chuckling, breaking down. Perhaps he’ll never get back from this. Shuichi had told him that all his emotions are valid, but how can he describe how he’s feeling into words? Crying is supposed to help. How amusing.

(Is he supposed to feel better? Relieved? He stifles a noise halfway between a sob and a chortle. It’s uproarious, he decides, that he feels anything but.)

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Faith in the Cards.

Quick! Quick! Hurry, it’s starting!

Patron: Ok, Ok! I’m coming...!

*Iroha excitedly drags the man that she’s talking to over to the central table where Asayoru and Kokichi are ready to begin.

Did we make it in time!?

Yeah, you sure did. Let’s watch Kokichi kick ass.

Gladly!

*Kuripa, Ryota, Iroha, Hifumi, Kana and Kibin all observe the show from their table. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Shuichi, Kaede, Maki and Kaito share their own thoughts.

Hey...Shuichi, what do you think his chances are?

Well, I’ve never seen Kokichi gamble before, but my gut instinct tells me he’d probably be very good at it.

Well, yeah, you gotta be good at lying and hiding your emotions, and Kokichi can do both flawlessly.

At the same time though...I don’t know how Asayoru plays...and Kokichi admitted to me himself that he has a harder time reading him than anyone else he’s met before...

I’m willing to bet Asayoru is just as skilled as he is at lying, maybe even more...

So Kokichi’s chances aren’t as good as we think?

Probably not...But I have some semblance of faith in him.

I’m honestly disgusted with myself that I’m routing for him...

Patron: I’m actually getting very excited...!

Patron: Agreed! My heart is racing!

Patron: The Cabaret Crusher and High Roller High Lord going at it in a gambling match. I can’t wait!

Cute nickname you got there...

First I’ve heard of it...Shame I can’t say the same about yours...

Yes, I know, I’m not a fan of it either...

If they’re going to give me a title, surely Cabaret Killer would be better?

Isn’t that worse?

In a morbid sort of way, but there is a difference.

Mr Ouma...What happens when you crush a walnut?

It breaks. Why do you ask?

Yes, it breaks...but what about a person...?

Say you crush a person under a Hydraulic Press or something...what happens to them?

...They’d probably die.

Exactly. If something is crushed, it remains in a broken, unusable and unmanageable state, but with hard work and strong will, it can be put back together good as new...But if something is killed...There’s no fixing that...No one can bring back the dead.

The more we talk, the more I realize how bent backwards your mind is...

Then why don’t we stop talking with our mouths, and talk with our skills instead?

Sounds good to me.

Good luck Mr Ouma!

You can do it!

Ouma, Ouma, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can!

Aw, how cute. I have my own cheerleading squad.

*Seina and Syobai stand up and move to the front of the table, where most of the audience can see them.

In the issue of fairness, this game will have two managers. One from La Vitesse and one from the High Roller.

The first game shall be Mahjong. 

*Syobai lays a collection of tiles out onto the table.

How do you play Mahjong again?

If I explained it to you, we’d be here forever. But the gist of is is that they each need 14 pieces to win the game, and whoever has the higher number of points on their pieces is the winner.

In other words, it’s the highest total value, like how four 90,000′s would be 360,000.

...

*Seina reaches down and turns all of the overturned chips on their faces. When all are in a neat line, she begins to shuffle them about, under Syobai’s watchful eye.

...

...

*Asayoru and Kokichi stare with absolute focus at the moving pieces.

Begin!

!!

!!

*As soon as she declares this, the two grab their sticks and scurry to grab what pieces they can.

C’mon...!

...Hehe.

Tch...!

*Kokichi is quicker than Asayoru and secures the pieces he wants first. Asayoru grumbles and takes his own handful. Once each of them have collected enough pieces, they lay them out in a straight line.

All of the pieces have no been collected. Start!

...

*Syobai gives the go ahead, and Asayoru goes first. He turns over his pieces and Syobai reads them.

Mr Asayoru has...750,000 points.

Heh. Not bad...

Impressive...! Hm...I wonder what I got...?

*Kokichi turns over his pieces, and Seina reads them aloud.

M-Mr Ouma had...800,000 points.

Gah...!

Mr Ouma wins the first game!

Nihihi!

Yes!

Iroha-chan, quiet. You can’t be loud in a place like this.

Sorry, I’m just excited.

Maybe keep that excitement at a low right now...The game isn’t over yet. No doubt Asayoru will come back for another round.

What say we do best of three?

I was just going to suggest that myself...

Ah, well...Winning here would just leave a bad taste in my mouth. Let’s try a different game.

Of course...Seina? The dice please?

Yes sir.

Dice? What do you have in mind?

Do you perchance have any pots or flasks here? Like the one’s used to mix cocktails?

Ah, now I get it! Can’t say I’ve ever played this game before, but I get what you’re eluding to...

*Seina supplies 12 pairs of dice, 6 for each side, while Syobai goes to the counter and comes back with a cocktail flask.

What’s this one? I’ve heard of Mahjong, but not whatever this is.

Given the setup, I think it’s a dice game that goes a little bit like this...

Both of them will take the cocktail container and use it to scoop up the dice. They’ll shake the dice around and then when they’re done, they’ll put it down on the table.

They’ll remove the flask, and see what numbers appear on the dice after they shake them.

And let me guess. Whoever has the higher number wins?

No, the opposite actually. It’s whoever has the lowest score that wins the game. 

So if Asayoru rolled two 5′s and four 2′s, his score would total 18, and if Kokichi rolled five 2′s and a 3, his score would be 13, and he would win?

Exactly.

May I go first?

Of course...

*Seina hands Kokichi the flask and his 6 dice. Kokichi takes it and scoops the dice up into the flask. He begins to shake it around, and the rattling dice echo throughout the quiet room.

...

*Asayoru’s eyes are focused on Kokichi’s movement, almost as if he doesn’t blink during the process.

*SLAM!*

*Kokichi slams the flask down on the table, and after a lot of eager, anticipating eyes fall on him, he reveals his dice.

...

Mr Ouma has scored 6 points!

6! But that means-!

Yeah, he rolled a 1 on all of his dice! That’s impressive!

I-Is that even possible with luck?

Well, logically there’s a very small chance, but it’s not impossible.

But this means he wins instantly right? There’s no way Asayoru can get below 6!

...

Ok...My turn...

H-Huh?

He’s still gonna go?

*Asayoru takes the flask off Kokichi...

...This flask is too light for me. Get me a new one.

Of course sir...

*Seina prepares to head to the counter.

Do you have any flasks heavier than this?

There’re some made of metal but...jeez, your boss is picky...

Hm...I agree...

*Seina heads to the counter and returns with a metal flask.

...Hehe...

*Asayoru scoops up the dice with the metal flask and begins to shake it around. The clanging noise is unbearable.

H-Hey...he’s shaking that...kind of violently, right?

He’s definitely shaking it harder than Kokichi...and he said he wanted a heavier flask too...

He’s up to something...

*Asayoru shakes the pot with a lot of force, and slams it down on the table with just as much force...

...Whoops...

Hm?

I...think I may have gone overboard.

*Asayoru removes his flask.

Ah!

H-His dice...!

It broke!

*Sure enough, one of Asayoru’s 6 dice was shattered in the force of him shaking it combined with the heavy flask. 

C-Could he be-!?

Hmph...Oh well, the game must go on...

*He lays his dice out in a line on the table. He, like Kokichi, rolled a one on every single one of them.

...I see...

Mr Ouma has scored 6 points...

Mr Asayoru has scored 5 points. Mr Asayoru wins.

*The patrons are shocked and many gasp and applaud.

What!?

H-How!? What happened?

I get it now...!

Logically, there are 6 dice, which means that the lowest number you can score is 6. Kokichi rolled that, so in order to win the game, Asayoru had to score lower than 6, but typically, that’s impossible.

But one of his dice broke, so now it’s been rendered uncountable, and since he rolled a 1 on all of his other dice, he has 5 points with the 6th dice being taken out of the equation...!

That’s not fair! There has to be some sort of rule against that!?

There isn’t. How often do you think the dice break during a game? Even if this was an intentional play, Asayoru hasn’t broken any rules! His score counts!

What the hell...!?

*On the other side of the room, Shuichi and his friends react similarly.

Oh come on...! That HAS to be cheating!

No matter how much he tries to hide it, there’s no way that play wasn’t intentional. He was the one who asked for a heavier flask, and he also shook it with just the right amount of force to smash the dice...

He’s not messing around...But...what about Kokichi? Can’t he say it doesn’t count?

He could...but he isn’t. Look.

*Shuichi points to the table.

...

Something wrong Mr Ouma.

No, not at all. I admire your technique. That was a very clever play you made.

Mr Ouma, can’t you-

Shush Syobai. This is a fair game. I don’t mind giving the point to Mr Asayoru on this one.

Ah-!

What is he doing...!?

If no sides object to this scoring, each house now has one point for each game. Meaning this final game will be match point.

Since this is match point, let’s do what we agreed beforehand and raise the stakes for real.

Hm? What are you referring to?

Why, the very reason we’re hosting this tourney in the first place of course!

I’ll put it this way Asayoru...

If you win this final game...Then not only will you get my money...but the High Roller is yours.

Mmph...!

So this is it...

And what do you desire should you win?

Well, other than your money, here’s what I think I deserve...Since you’re so bent on claiming my club for your own, then maybe I should take a...much similar reward.

Are you saying you-!

If I win, I get ownership rights to Club La Vitesse, and by extension, the Four Horsemen Cabaret Conglomerate.

*Many of the patrons gasp at the prospect.

I can understand that...But do you really want the Four Horsemen knowing we’re just down to one Cabaret branch?

If something is killed...There’s no fixing that...No one can bring back the dead. But if something is crushed, it remains in a broken, unusable and unmanageable state, but with hard work and strong will, it can be put back together good as new.

Keh...Very well...Then our final game shall be 5 Card Stud.

*Seina and Syobai dish out a pile of cards, and several chips. Kokichi and Asayoru each take their own individual handful. As they begin playing, Kuripa leans in.

How do they play this one?

5 Card Stud starts with each player being dealt two cards; one card face down, followed by one card face up. There is then a 'bring in' and a betting round. Another card is dealt to the remaining players face up. In 5 Card Stud the betting rounds are typically referred to as 'Streets' from this point onwards, so the fourth card would be 'Fourth Street', and the Fifth card 'Fifth Street' and so on until the final card. Each street is followed by a betting round.

The game continues until a total of five cards have been dealt, with the initial card still face down, and the other four face up. There is one final betting round after this last face up card has been dealt. After this the cards are turned up and the best hand takes the pot.

I see...I mean, I didn’t understand half of that, but as long as Kokichi knows what he’d doing.

...Hm...

*Kokichi and Asayoru play their cards. Kokichi is able to get a pair of 2′s. He then decides to make a bet.

300,000 yen. No, in fact, take another 1 million along with that.

1,300,000 yen is a lot for a first play, isn’t it? It’s only a two pair.

Aw well, whatever, I’ll bet a million myself. 

...

*Seina smiles and hands Asayoru his cards. Syobai does the same for Kokichi, and the two turn over more of their cards. With four cards turned over, Kokichi has a 2 of Diamonds, 2 of Clubs, Queen of Diamonds and 4 of Diamonds.

Well, what do you know? Looks like the cards are in my favor...

So they are...

*Asayoru’s hand consists of a Queen of Clubs, Jack of Hearts, King of Hearts and Ace of Clubs.

Hm...C-Could it be...?

Since I have better chances...Raise. 2 million.

Kokichi, stop before it gets worse...!

Shuichi?

Come on, stop it...!

Shuichi what’s wrong?

...I fold.

Heh. Thank you.

*Asayoru takes the current hand of 4,300,000 yen.

That’s a lot of money for a first round...!

Shuichi, what’s up with you? Why were you whispering to tell Kokichi to fold.

Ah, well, I don’t really know why I was saying it out loud...It’s not like he can hear me...

But why did you want him to fold? I get that Asayoru was ahead, but you sounded desperate...

...

I think Asayoru is cheating...

Cheating...!?

I don’t know how, but I’ve seen enough rigged gambling matches to know that it’s next to impossible to get those kind of cards on a first pull.

I’m making assumptions right now, and it’s not like I can intervene even if I wanted to, but I need to spot it...

Alright...I trust you, so I’ll keep my eyes peeled too.

Same.

Right.

[psychiccupid]

Summary:

As the finale of Danganronpa V3 is underway, the survivors get to say their goodbyes to the dead.

And that's about as much as I can say without spoiling anything.

Please enjoy this one-off, self-indulgent, emotional piece of things I wish characters had gotten to say.

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Words: 1,786

Ships: (Are present but they are not the focus nor should they be. You can enjoy the story regardless if you ship this or not.)  Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi, Akamatsu Kaede/Saihara Shuichi, Akamatsu Kaede & Oma Kokichi, Harukawa Maki/Momota Kaito, Chabashira Tenko/Yonaga Angie/Yumeno Himiko

Characters: All of V3 with emphasis on Shuichi, Kaede and Kokichi. 

Tags/Warnings: MAJOR DANGANRONPA V3 SPOILERS, Ghosts/Spirits, Killing Game, Discusses murder

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I truly hope you enjoyed this as much as I did making it.

I'll confess that I woke up this morning at 5 a.m. after a nightmare and this plot came to me and I had to write it immediately. I've never felt a surge of creation that strong but here it is!

All comments, critiques and praises are welcome!

If you don’t like AO3, here’s the story under the cut! I wouldn’t normally do this but it’s short enough that I think it can be enjoyed on Tumblr as well. 

Kaede gently tiptoed around the small obstacles that lined her path as she made her way to the hangar. The door had been broken at some point, and she easily slipped past it into the large sci-fi corridor. Her hands brushed against the wall as she kept walking, making a whispering, almost musical noise that only her ears could hear, but stopped once she got to the big, open electrical door.

Inside she saw four Exisals that looked like they were dinged up, a bathroom door that was wide open, and, most importantly, a hydraulic press that was completely shut, never to be turned on again.

It didn’t take long for her to spot the purple figure sitting right beside the damaged sleeve that stuck out of the closed machine. His knees were up towards his chest, his arms resting on them, and his head was buried.

Kokichi wasn’t crying, no. That would be too out of character for him right now. No matter how hard he wanted to, no matter how much he wanted to scream and throw a fit, he couldn’t cry, not real tears.

When Kaede made her way over and sat next to him, he lifted his head up. If he had been surprised by her quiet entrance, he said nothing about it.

They made eye contact. Pink and purple eyes that once sparkled with life, determination, hope, now dulled over and almost grayed. It took mere seconds for that eye contact to end as he turned away from her and stared at the ground instead.

“Do you want to watch them leave?” Kaede murmured. There was sympathy in her voice, almost like a soothing melody, but also pain. Unlike Kokichi, she could cry and despite her best efforts she could feel her emotions rising.

He lifted his head once again to look at her and when he saw the expression she was making he flashed a soft smile and nodded. Slowly, he stood up clumsily, not used to his legs, and she held his hand to stable him. That’s what she told herself anyway, but they both knew she needed the emotional support just as much as he did.

They walked, hand in hand, towards the courtyard. Each step was brisk but methodical, making sure that neither of them tripped or got left behind.

Once they were right outside of the dorm rooms they once resided in, Kokichi looked up, released Kaede’s hand to tug on her sleeve, and pointed right at the sky. It took her a moment to notice Keebo flying, but it was all to soon before his attacks started firing.

Neither of them acted with fear or anxiety. They remained rather emotionless as they watched the school get destroyed. Suddenly, they noticed a woman standing at the entrance, holding the hand of the dreaded monochrome bear.

She was waving at three people with a warm smile upon her face, but it seemed as though she were looking through them, at someone even more important. However, neither Kokichi nor Kaede noticed anyone else around. Both had believed that upon seeing her they would be livid, furious, even hurt. Still, they felt nothing.

And that was the last they saw of her as Keebo shot another laser, releasing a boulder that crushed Tsumugi, their previous friend and classmate, to death.

Then, the robot flew. He flew into the dome that surrounded the school that had once kept sixteen students trapped inside. He exploded beautifully, sacrificing himself for the sake of the people he loved, and gave them a way to escape.

Once the wind had calmed down and the courtyard had been completely destroyed, the same three people that had been waved at earlier emerged from a pile of rubble. They had some scratches and maybe some bruises, but ultimately, they were unscathed.

It took a few minutes for them to regain their composure and understand the situation, but once they did, they looked to the newfound hole in the sky.

Kaede turned to her side, ready to suggest they go say goodbye, but Kokichi was already gone. He was sprinting as fast as he could, not caring if he tripped along the way.

He crashed into the back of the blue-haired survivor, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man’s lower chest. It was the first time Kokichi had smiled in days as he started to cry into the soft striped outfit. The mastermind was dead, his character didn’t matter, he could cry all he wanted.

The man being hugged jumped. He couldn’t quite tell what he was feeling, but he knew it was an embrace of some sort. He wrapped his own arms around the ones gripping him and could’ve sworn that he even felt a little warmth that wasn’t there before.

Even though he knew what he’d find, he still looked down.

And saw nothing there.

Just his own hands constricting himself, but he felt it, he was still feeling it.

He was a detective, a damn good one, and he knew, he knew, he knew.

The height, the crashing feeling, this warmth. He knew.

“Kokichi…” He said out loud, his voice chocking back a sob of his own. He felt something nuzzle him softly right below the back of his neck and tears started to flow from his golden eyes.

He didn’t care that this brought on the attention of the other two people around him. Shuichi was crying, furiously gripping where he felt the hands around his shirt, “Kokichi, I did it! I-I stopped the game! I-“

Then, he heard the two women near him shuffle. Both, just like him, had held themselves, but there was no one around them.

Himiko was silently sobbing; her tears endlessly falling to the ground. She had both of her hands on her shoulders gripping them tightly and he heard her say, “I don’t want to let either of you go. Not again!”

On the other side was Maki. If this had happened during their school life, maybe she would’ve been more composed, but right now her face was as red as her tear-soaked shirt. Both of her hands were tightly latched onto one of her cheeks, and she looked in front of her with wide, sad eyes at no one.

Suddenly, Shuichi felt two incredibly soft hands touch his face. He released one of his own hands to touch his right cheek, holding the warmth he felt there tenderly. He kept his other hand glued to the arms he still felt holding him.

All he saw in front of him was the cracked shield, but he would never forget these hands he had held once before. His sobs became harder. It had been so long.

“Kaede!? I… I-I missed you.” He was barely audible between his frantic breathing, “You never k-killed anyone, Kaede. W-Were you watching? You… d-didn’t deserve this. You...”

He was completely uncomposed, bumbling, “Both of you. Both of you tried so hard. A-And I couldn’t save… I couldn’t save either of you…”

Suddenly he felt the lightest press of lips to his forehead then release, despite the scenery before him remaining unchanged.

“B-Because of you, Kaede, we were able to win! You found the mastermind! W-We… We were able to stop Team Danganronpa! You saved us! You saved me!” He was practically yelling. Himiko and Maki were screaming their own words to what seemed to be themselves.

He choked up and he cried his hardest as he realized he wanted to say more, “And Kokichi… K-Kokichi… you’re not alone! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m right here… I… I want to play more games… I want you to lie to me… I should’ve… I s-should’ve known you weren’t…”

He couldn’t talk anymore through the sobs.

The hands on his face quickly became arms wrapped around his shoulders. He started to calm down when his body, front and back, felt embraced by warm, undeniably sad hugs, but didn’t go back to talking.

Then he felt a hand ruffle his hair, but he wasn’t confused. With his left hand he reached up and grabbed where he felt it, and started his broken voice again, “And you, Kaito, you believed in all of us. You always pushed us forward. You b-brought us all together. We’re here because of you.”

Maki started to make her way over, and physically grabbed Shuichi’s right arm and hugged it while dropping her face onto his shoulder, crying into it. He felt his ruffling hair cease, and then experienced a large hug that seemed to embrace both survivors and where Kokichi might’ve been.

Himiko was next as she grabbed Shuichi’s other arm and held it. He felt them, Angie and Tenko, on both sides of her release and extend their hug to the others.

One by one, Shuichi started to notice them all.

Miu, next to Kaede.

Keebo, only recently gone, next to that.

Ryoma, at one of his legs.

Kirumi, next to Maki.

Korekiyo, arms outstretched behind Himiko’s trio as an apology.

Gonta, behind Kokichi, arms wide enough to hold everyone.

And Rantaro, on Kaede’s other side.

Fifteen students embracing in their final goodbyes of the killing game.

Finally, Shuichi croaked, “Tsu… Tsumugi you too. Even if it was pretend-“

He didn’t get to finish. She was there. Not in the hug, but there. She didn’t seem to have remorse or sorrow, but she was there, saying goodbye.

There was warmth, and tears, and emotions. They stayed like that for fifteen minutes, not wanting to let go.

But they had to.

The three survivors opened their eyes, and the warmth started to fade.

No one was there.

When they finally separated, they all turned around to look behind them, away from the exit. It was just a bunch of rocks and debris scattered everywhere.

But they knew.

Thirteen people were standing there, watching, waving, crying.

Right in the middle was Kaede, smiling with a fountain of tears running down her face, holding two people’s hands very tightly.

On her right, Kaito, crying with a large grin, giving a thumbs up to his exceptional sidekicks.

On her left, Kokichi, his tears never ending after finally being allowed to sob, one finger over his mouth, jokingly and poorly recreating his signature sly grin.

Shuichi looked at them, looked at all of them. Friends, enemies, lovers, victims, murderers, masterminds, antagonists, and protagonists. They were all radiant. They were ethereal. They were everything to him.

And then,

They were gone.

“Goodbye,” Shuichi said to the sky. The two women next to him followed suit.

The three survivors turned back around to reface the exit, and then, hand in hand, they all took a step forward.

[dancer-cotillion]

The Hanger

I wrote this a long while ago as the first chapter of a VR AU Oumota fic. I wrote 5 and a half chapters before I drifted away for reasons I can't remember. But I looked over it again recently purely on a whim and I actually really like most of what I had so I'm considering going back and finishing it. I can't promise anything though so we'll see. But since I like what I wrote and because this first chapter can easily stand on its own as a sad one shot, I decided to go ahead and upload it.

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The hydraulic press hummed loudly as it lowered. It took all of Kaito’s self-control to lie still and keep his eyes closed. What if Kokichi passed out from the poison and couldn’t stop it in time? What if the emergency stop button didn’t work?

But just when it seemed he could feel it above him, weighing down on him without even touching him, it stopped. Heavy silence filled the air as he let out a long breath.

“’Kay, you can… move now.” Kokichi voice was strained, possibly even more than it had been before Kaito had gotten under the press.

Kaito slid out from underneath the press, careful not to move the jacket beneath him too much lest the little bit of it visible in the video jumped places and gave away their trick. He didn’t dare open his eyes until he was all the way out and straightening.

Kokichi was just stepping down from the control platform. He was pale and sweating, his face drawn with anguish.

“You okay?” Kaito asked and immediately wanted to kick himself. He’d asked a lot of dumb questions in his day but that had to be dumbest.

“Oh, I’m doing just fine, thank you,” Kokichi replied with a good facsimile of a smile that would’ve fooled Kaito under different circumstances. How many of his prior smiles had been false too? Considering what he’d said upon Kaito questioning the reason for his plan about how it’d had all been act, he actually hated the killing the game, it was very possible that almost every smile of his had been false.

“Sorry.” No amount of ‘sorry’ would ever make any of this okay. Kokichi was dying, if Kaito didn’t kill him with the press, the poison would. He’d had the antidote but he’d given it to Kaito, dooming himself. Would Kaito have been able to do the same in his position? Sacrifice himself to save someone who’d considered him an enemy even for a plan like this. He… didn’t know. One thing he did know for sure though was… “I’m sorry for how all this turned out and… for how awful I treated you.”

“Don’t be, I set myself up as your enemy on purpose. You and all the others were supposed to hate me otherwise none of this would’ve worked.” And at the end of this plan of his, he was going to die a gruesome death. The others would all hate him even more for it too. Could anything be more tragic?

“I don’t hate you, I never did.” Kaito didn’t have it in him to hate someone. He’d just… let the stress of everything get to him. That was no excuse, he was supposed to encourage everybody and get them all to work as a team but it was all so much. So… he’d played favourites and only helped a small number of people. He didn’t regret how much time he’d spent with them but… he should’ve done more for the others, Kokichi included even if he did often go out of his way to be antagonistic. It was too late now though, Kokichi was dying and Kaito didn’t have much longer left himself; the taste of blood in his mouth now seemed permanent.

One last thing he did have time for though was… “I’d like to consider you a friend if that’s okay?” He held out a hand.

Kokichi stared at it before looking up to meet his eyes. “Getting all sappy because I’m dying, huh? But all right, sure, we can be friends. No reason not to, I’m choosing to trust you with my plan after all.” His hand was hot and sweaty in Kaito’s as they shook, sealing the deal. And it might’ve just been Kaito’s imagination it also seemed to be shaking a little. Pain, fear, or both? It was hard to guess.

“Now,” Kokichi said as they let go, “can… can I have one last request?”

“Uh… sure.” There wasn’t much Kaito could do for him but as long as it was within his ability to do, he’d gladly do it.

“Regardless of how our plan turns out, whether it fails or succeeds, once you step out of the Exisal and reveal it to them could you… remind everyone that I’m a liar?”

“Why?”

“Because I… want them to remember me as a liar and a sneak, not some poor little misunderstood sad boy to be pitied because I died a tragic death trying to save everyone.” He scowled at the thought as if being pitied was far worse than being hated. … Which well, made sense. Kaito wasn’t sure if he shared that sentiment but he understood it so…

“Sure, I’ll make sure to remind everyone you’re a liar.” In his heart he’d known the truth though and would never forget it.

“Thanks,” Kokichi whispered as he turned back towards the press. He got under it silently and carefully.

With a grimace, Kaito turned towards the control platform. He only got a single step before a soft sob behind him froze him in his tracks. He turned back towards the press and knelt down bedside it so he could see Kokichi better. His brave mask had finally broken as he stared down his impending death inches above him. Tears leaked from his eyes as he shook.

Kaito took his hand, gently squeezing it. What words could he possibly offer in comfort? They were high school students for fuck’s sake, death was not something people as young as them should be facing, especially death like this. It was wrong and unjust on so many levels and there was nothing Kaito could do about it.

“I… don’t want to die,” Kokichi choked out in a whisper, squeezing Kaito’s hand.

“I know.” Kaito didn’t want to die either. At least he still had some time left… not much though. “You’re not alone though, I’m here.” It was the only comfort he could offer.

There was long moment of silence, broken only by another soft sob, before Kokichi answered with a whisper. “T-thank you.”

“You… you want to… let the poison do it.” It wouldn’t make a difference if he was… crushed after he died, right? No one would be able to tell the difference. And that way Kaito could stay by his side until the very end.

Kokichi let out another soft sob. “Can’t… risk it. We’ve already taken so much time… discussing everything and setting it all up. We don’t know how… long before the electro-bomb wears off.”

“You sure?”

“Yes and… i-it’ll be over faster.” That… didn’t sound like it truly appealed to him. On the brink of death even his ability to lie was crumbling. “Just… promise you won’t let my death be for nothing, please.”

“I promise.”

They were silent for a few minutes while Kokichi steeled himself again. Or tried to, he wasn’t doing a great job at it and who could blame him for that? He as slowly dying of poison, about to get crushed to death, Kaito wouldn’t have been able to pretend to be okay with that for even a few seconds let alone how long Kokichi had been keeping up the act for.

But he eventually let go of Kaito’s hand. “Do it. Don’t hesitate. And don’t forget the camera.” His voice was firmer than it had any right to be even if the look on his face and tears leaking from his eyes betrayed it.

“All right uh…” Kaito straightened. “Good bye.” People in movies and books always seemed to regret not having wished their friends or family farewell before they died so he’d at least have that, right? Not that he’d have long to be haunted by this – a small mercy that came with his own impending death via terminal illness – but he had to say something.

“Good bye,” Kokichi replied, his voice nearly inaudible, a few seconds later as Kaito headed up the control platform. He almost turned back towards him but… there was nothing more that could be said or done. It was best to just get it over with, end his suffering and pack everything up before the electro-bomb’s effects wore off.

At the top of the control platform, Kaito felt almost sick as he looked at the controls and camera. Was he really about to press a single button and… end Kokichi’s life? That just wasn’t right. Things weren’t supposed to work like that. How could he possibly…

“Don’t hesitate,” he whispered to himself as he put one hand on the record button on the camera, the other over the button that would send the press down. With a deep breath, he pressed them both at the same time.

The press’ hum resumed, much quieter from up here but still filling the heavy silence and thankfully drowning out any further sounds of sobbing Kokichi might’ve made. Kaito didn’t want to watch but… at the same time he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t see Kokichi from this angle, the press was too low, but… this was the closest thing he could get to being there for him in his final moments, right?

So, he watched the press, already so low, lower further. It settled home with a sound somewhere between a wet pop and a crunch followed a half second later by the clang of metal meeting metal. Blood sprayed out from under it like a large water balloon filled with red paint had burst. And just like that, Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader, was no more. All that was left of him was smooshed flat as pancake under the press and the splash of blood that had escaped it.

Hands and face numb, Kaito stopped the recording and packed up the camera and its tripod. Then he set about, preparing the rest of the crime scene; cutting the cord to the control platform and double check to make sure nothing remained that’d give hint to what they’d done.

The tears didn’t hit until he was hidden safely away in the Exisal. He hunched in on himself as he let out a shaky sob that turned into a painful cough. He wanted to curl up in a ball but the pilot seat didn’t allow for it. So he sat there and cried into the spare jacket Kokichi brought for him way earlier that day – felt like a lifetime ago – that he’d grabbed before entering the Exisal without even thinking about it.

Eventually his tears petered out, leaving him feeling empty and hollow. He’d have to get his act together for the trial tomorrow but that was hours away. And he was alone so he could allow himself to feel miserable for not just having killed Kokichi but everything that had happened since the start of this killing game. All the suffering and heartache they’d all been through for… what purpose? … None, right? There was no good reason for any of this… and yet so many of them had died for it… and Kaito had killed someone because of it. No more though, this was the end. It had to be.