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ilostthewar · 24 hours ago

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When it comes to our 141 boys, who’s the best at cooking? No trigger warnings for this one.

You know it’s Kyle, YOU KNOW ITS KYLE. LOOK AT THIS MAN. He learned to cook growing up and his skills kinda just naturally grew. He definitely used it as a flirting tactic in his fuck boy era, but I imagine he really does enjoy cooking. He gets to play music and vibe around the kitchen, it’s relaxing in a unique way he often isn’t allowed. He can be a little boujie when he wants to be, and he enjoys making different cultural and ethnic dishes he doesn’t get to have on base. He also enjoys the plating and picking good drinks to go with them. Definitely posts pictures of his meals when they turn out the way he wants. Soap will inevitably comment “I’m on my way”, and then an hour later Soap posts a picture of him in Gaz’s house eating his food, way too excited about it and Gaz is in the background glaring at him cause Gaz gave him specific instructions on what drink to bring, and Soap comes over with the same bottle of scotch he always does.

Next, surprisingly, Simon. I imagine when he was younger he didn’t care at all. He would probably steal MREs and just horck em down because sustenance was sustenance, whatever was cheapest and easiest. Very much a bottle of ketchup, 3 beers, and a gun in his fridge type guy. As he gets older, and after therapy that he swore he didn’t need, he probably succumbs to it and tries. Realizes he needs to put effort into the whole “being alive” thing, and cooking just happened to be the thing he tried, especially since as he gets older he realizes he can’t force down half a pizza at 2am and not get heartburn. It’s medative for him, honestly. It’s a low stakes task for him to accomplish, keeps his mind and hands busy. There are clear steps to follow, maybe a video if he’s really confused. And at the end, he’s made something good that he gets to eat. It doesn’t always look the best but he always feels oddly proud about it. He’ll complain if anyone is in the kitchen with him, he hates that shit, actually. But he does like presenting something he made and watching other people enjoy his work. He will stare at people while they eat, and forget to eat himself at first, cause he’s trying to figure out if they actually like it or they’re lying. Unfortunately, it just looks like he’s glaring at you… he will pack you left overs to take with you.

Next is John, what can I say. He’s pretty okay at cooking. He’s not fucking anything up horrendously and most of his food comes out good enough. It simply wasn’t a skill he put a lot of effort into when he was younger. However, there are a few dishes that are his speciality that he nails every time and if his goal is to impress, he pulls them out. Also, he’s out here barbecuing. He’s such a fucking guy about it, too. Stands by the grill, has a whole marinade/seasoning situation that he insists is secret, he stole it off the back of a bbq bottle. Does NOT want anyone to mess with his meats, he’s in control of the grill, don’t touch, his control freak comes out. However, if you linger nearby too long you get dragged into a conversation about “protecting the integrity of the meat” whatever the fuck that means.

And at the bottom is poor Johnny. To be fair, it’s not exactly his fault. One of his issues is that he gets distracted easily, especially with cooking that requires wait times between steps. When he’s at home and his brain is allowed to relax he’ll walk away and then get caught up with something else and come back and remember he was supposed to be toasting the nuts, not burning them. He always wants to experiment with cooking and unfortunately it doesn’t always work. He takes the instructions as a suggestion and ingredients as suggestions, throws in seasonings where they aren’t needed or decides to pull something from the cabinet and toss it in. I think he’s the king of “I don’t know why but it works” combinations, and others will try to turn their nose up at it until they try it, and then they have to admit he was right. I do believe he is GREAT at being a kitchen partner. Give him a little task to do and he’s having a great time, does have a habit of always being in the way, but part of that is because he’s so fucking bulky. The funniest part is he is hilariously great at baking, cause that’s just chemistry and art and he’s great at both of those.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 day ago

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Ellooo! Can I maybe request THH students aka the competitors of the killing game meeting pokemon Violet/scarlet trainer Y/n because a worm hole brought them in the killing game? Maybe they have some legendaries that help atleast make sure monokuma doesn’t pressure them all so maybe no killing? Maybe Y/n could offer they’re Pokémon as therapy animals and maybe hold “mock” Pokémon battles with the others by like giving them a Pokémon of theyres so they can try out battling! :3 I hope you have a nice January!

Thank you! Hope your January is good to you, too! For reference I'll leave the team vague (except for Mewtwo and Porygon Z for plot reasons), but they still have access to others they've captured in the Paldea/Kitakami/BB regions

I'll just do a few characters to help me ease back into writing the og Danganronpa series (which I haven't written for in like 5 years apparently????????)

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General

You weren't sure why the wormhole ever opened to begin with.

Maybe there was still some instability within Area Zero despite the time machine being long gone, or perhaps something else decided to open up a pocket in the universe.

But regardless, it dropped you off inside of a school.

Not Naranja/Uva or BB Academy, but a much different school that had an ominous atmosphere hanging over it.

You quickly meet the other students there after being summoned to the gym, discovering that they all woke up here, too.

They didn't know anything about each other---nor did they know anything about Pokémon when one asked about your "Ultimate" (which you soon learn is your talent).

From what they understood, you tamed animals and made them fight other people's animals, which....seemed a little concerning.

But before you could explain any further, Monokuma shows up to announce the killing game.

Immediately, you take it upon yourself to defeat him, so you send out Mewtwo to destroy the bear--who self-destructs in response, but fortunately they're able to put up a psychic shield in time as he reprimands you for attacking the headmaster.

Your Legendary's appearance shocks every student there, realizing that these "animals" of yours actually possess magic and are 100% not of this world.

Whatever any of them believed before was thrown out the window.

Given your unexpected arrival (and the fact you were pretty much untouchable thanks to your team), Monokuma won't be able to enforce the killing game as much as he liked to--although he thinks someone's gonna eventually kill somebody.

While the gate couldn't be breached, you and the other students try to accept living within the school, certain there was another way out.

He still tries handing out the first motive, only for your Porygon-Z to corrupt every video so that nobody felt pressured to kill.

But while everybody was at first wary of you and your powerful Pokémon team, they've grown to trust you, even considering you a leader.

You have no idea how to return to your world, so you might as well stay here and form friendships with these people.

Makoto

He was the first student you met...and the first to make you realize something was incredibly different about this school.

But after you saved everyone in the gym from having to worry about killing, he became more curious about you and your team.

Since nobody knew about Pokémon battling, you decide to pass the time by become a teacher to all who were willing to learn!

Makoto was first in line, of course.

You still had access to your PC, and after getting it hooked up to the computer system (with help from Chihiro), you lend him an Eevee for practice, bringing out one of your fighting 'mons to teach him about type advantages.

"So I just...give them a command, and they'll listen?"

"Yep. That's all! I'll let you try first."

On the sidelines, Monokuma vouched to have the loser get executed--but ofc nobody listens to him.

Makoto genuinely enjoyed the mock battle, as his luck allowed him to land several critical hits on your Pokémon.

Afterwards, you introduce him to a Shiny Eevee, and during your free time, he's surprised to hear about your harrowing tales of shiny hunting.

"Your talent would work pretty well where I come from," you remark. "Because these guys are super rare to find in the wild."

"That's pretty cool. So what's your strategy? Do you camp out for a few days in the wilderness or...?"

"No. I kinda just run around until I find one. But sometimes, I'll be getting chased by some angry Pokémon who don't like me being on their turf...and in my panic, I'll stumble across a shiny."

"Hahaha..I can picture that happening to me with my kind of luck." He chuckles, now unable to get the image of you running from an angry Eevee mob out of his head.

Ishimaru

Despite witnessing your Mewtwo's heroic act in the gym, Taka still sees them as an animal that shouldn't be walking around inside a school, feeling obligated to enforce that rule when he catches you two going to get snacks.

"Excuse me, but pets are NEVER allowed inside the cafeteria!!"

"I thought I already explained that they're not a "pet", Ishimaru." You and Mewtwo stare at the prefect. "At my school, we're allowed to have our Pokémon out as long as they're not a distraction."

"Well...this is a different school in case you haven't noticed! So different rules apply here! Now please put your Mewtwo back in that little contraption-"

"A pokeball?"

"Yes! The poke-ball!"

"....and who are you gonna tell if I don't?" You grin smugly, watching him draw a blank. "Surely not Monokuma, who's been keeping us hostage here, right?"

Taka freezes up, but after remembering that you basically stopped a potential murder from taking place...he relents and stops bothering you about keeping your Pokémon away (though he's still not happy about it).

He was appalled at your suggestion of having "violent" battles in the gym--to which you reassure him nothing's gonna get destroyed, as they're only mock battles.

He watches a few, nervous whenever the Pokémon on either side faint or take heavy damage.

Then one day (post-sauna), he stops by your room and asks if he could try it for himself, admitting that he's been taking notes on the sidelines and wants to be tested.

He was craving new knowledge and decided that if Pokemon was the only "study" available, he'll accept it.

Delighted, you let him train with a Charcadet. You haven't decided what armor to give them yet, but they were still quite strong with their bold nature.

The two immediately get along and battle quite well, although when Taka loses, he feels terrible and tries going over what he could have messed up on.

You remind him that battling was supposed to be fun, but you give him an A+ for having the same passion and vigor as an experienced trainer--which lifts his spirits.

You decide to let him keep Charcadet for the time being, noticing how they've been picking up his attitude, discouraging other Pokemon from causing trouble or mischief within the school.

Mondo

After learning about his Ultimate, you just knew you had to show off a Shiny Cyclizar that you've caught.

But he takes one look at them.....and laughs.

"No way, you're telling me people can ride that wimpy little lizard????"

"...yes. And this "wimp" can actually reach up to speeds 70 MPH. They've been around for longer than you, I, and your precious motorcycle have been alive." You remark, which makes the biker shut up for the moment.

He wishes he could have his motorcycle just to race you and prove himself better, but he takes your word for it after you climb on Cyclizar's back and run a lap around the gym.

If you have a Miraidon, his jealousy would be shot to the maximum because your motorcycle-lizard is not only 100% robot but they can shoot electricity AND fly????

That's so badass it should be illegal.

If you have a Koraidon, he might have a brief confrontation with them after they assume their Apex form, believing he was threatening you.

Luckily, you quickly recalled them before he could even try throwing a punch.

But since battling interested him, you let him practice with that same Shiny Cyclizar...only for him to discover that they won't listen to any of his commands.

You intended to teach him a lesson about respecting Pokémon, since he hasn't apologized for insulting them--but he didn't understand and thought you were lying about the moves you taught them.

But eventually, you get it through his thick skull and he yells out an apology, which Cyclizar seems to accept as they use Scale Shot-

Only for to miss your Pokémon all five times, making him fume as you mention accuracy as another aspect of battling.

Least to say....Mondo is extremely competitive and acted like a sore loser when you, a champion-ranked trainer, beat him.

But he got over it eventually, and you let him keep the Cyclizar, who did forgive him and gladly kept him company.

Aoi

While you were talking about the different Pokémon types, of course the Ultimate Swimmer would be most interested in the water types.

So you let her browse your PC for some time.

Lapras and (surprisingly) Aqua Breed Tauros piqued her curiosity, asking you if she could train with them since you also mentioned having done double-battles.

Funny enough, those two had natures that subverted her expectations: the gentle-looking Lapras was rash and aggressive with their attacks, while the scary-looking Aqua Tauros was so timid they were outcasted from their herd.

Once they come out of the PC and Aoi gets to know them--they're basically her Pokémon forever now. Sorry.

She absolutely LOVES that they can join her in the pool! Even if Lapras can't swim around much, they still enjoy the water.

And Aqua Tauros' body fat allows them to float around without fear of sinking.

If you were to tell her that Lapras' species was nearly hunted to extinction, she'd prob tear up, but you'd then reassure her there's a lot of protection laws and their population has grown in abundance since.

When it comes time for the double battle, you send out some strong electric types of your own, just to see how well she'd do in the face of type disadvantages.

You didn't realize how closely Aoi bonded with Aqua Tauros until you used an attack that was normally a OHKO--only to see them still standing, having "toughened it out".

Turns out that her cheerful mood and encouragement have given the bull the confidence they needed.

Sakura

After watching your battle with Aoi, Sakura steps in and asks if she could see the Pokémon you have available.

You decide to show her the fighting types, and she immediately takes an interest in Urshifu, who you've had since your trip to Galar's Isle of Armor.

They remind her so much of her dojo, and felt inspired when you told her about the journey their previous evolution (Kubfu) went on to help them achieve their current form, whether it's Single or Rapid Strike Style.

The Legendary wants to learn more about her fighting styles--so the pair have a friendly sparring match with each other.

You worried about Urshifu hurting her with their move set, but they fortunately restrain from using anything dark/water/fighting-related powers.

That's a form of self-control you've never seen before in a Pokémon, but you're relieved (and impressed) when Sakura yields with only a few scratches.

Although she vowed to never lose to a human opponent, this doesn't count as Urshifu isn't exactly human.

You then introduce her to the Tyrogue line you've caught in the canyon biome (Tyrogue, Hitmonlee, Hitmontop, and Hitmonchan), and they're collectively awestruck after seeing her rematch Urshifu, wanting to learn her ways.

So she ends up being a teacher to them, and it's quite adorable seeing them all training together in a way that not just strengthens Sakura's own mind and body, but also theirs, too.

She's not too keen on using them to battle, as she sees them as their own individual who should have the choice to battle if they want.

But because you assured her they wanted to, she agrees and uses Urshifu while you sent out Iron Valiant, a fighter from the future--and despite the type disadvantage, she actually won and thoroughly shocked you.

#clanask #anonymous #danganronpa x reader #thh x reader #pokemon x reader #crossover #makoto naegi #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #sakura ogami #aoi asahina #headcanons

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aleburton · 1 day ago

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Alex took another slow drink from her glass, the chilled liquor sliding down her throat with a deceptive smoothness. Each sip seemed to go down easier than the last, warming her from the inside out, sending a faint ripple of goosebumps across her olive skin. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers lingering on the glass. Part of her was reluctant to keep drinking. The last few times she’d been intoxicated around Zach hadn’t ended well for either of them. Alcohol had a way of stripping away her defenses, leaving her raw and exposed, sharing thoughts and feelings she normally kept buried deep. Vulnerability would inevitably lead her down a path of overreaching, pushing too far, and ultimately crashing into rejection. Worse still, those moments had led to painful separations, each one more final than the last.

She tipped the glass slightly, as if considering whether this would be her last drink of the night. She didn’t want history to repeat itself. Not tonight. Her gaze flicked toward him as he spoke, her head shaking softly in dismay. His words and his very presence tied him tighter to the wreckage of her already sinking ship. He didn’t have to be part of the lie. Zach could’ve turned around the moment he stepped into Andrew’s penthouse, walked right back out, and left her to drown alone. But he hadn’t. Maybe he couldn’t. Despite everything — the hurt, the toxicity, the years passed, they were still bonded, inextricably tied to one another. It was undeniable, wasn’t it? As much as they tried to escape, the threads between them refused to fray. It had to be obvious to him too.

Their eyes met briefly as Zach admitted to being a little too direct. Alex scoffed, unsure if this was simply Zach being Zach, thriving within the chaos, or if there was something deeper beneath his words. His tone softened as he spoke. Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she turned her attention to the glimmering bottles of liquor lining the back of the bar, their glass surfaces refracting the low, ambient light. Did he still hold power over Luke? It certainly didn’t feel that way, not after what had happened. The memory clawed at her, unrelenting. Luke, of all people, knew the intensity of her relationship with Zach. He had been a witness to their passion, their arguments, and the unspoken gravitational pull that always drew them back to each other. Yet, he’d still leapt at the opportunity to involve himself, as though their connection, as though she was a prize to be stolen.

During that regrettable encounter, Luke had invoked Zach’s name more times than she cared to remember, as if he were living out some twisted fantasy. It wasn’t about her; it never had been. Luke had used her to feed his own ego, reveling in the moment he accomplished the unthinkable, crossing a boundary that had once seemed impenetrable. And Alex? She had used him, too. A mutual destruction, wrapped in lust and resentment. Zach’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, his next words sending a wave of confusion crashing over her. Her brows furrowed, soft features hardening as her focus fell to the bar’s smooth surface. Some things shouldn’t have happened, he murmured, the weight of his words settling heavily between them. She couldn’t bring herself to ask what he meant. The risk of unraveling right there, in front of her guests, was too great. Tears threatened to spill, and the thought of fabricating yet another lie for Andrew, some explanation for her sudden distress, felt impossible.

Zach shifted, searching her face, his eyes seeking hers. Reluctantly, she allowed herself to meet his gaze — a mistake. Those familiar, gorgeous eyes held a depth she wasn’t prepared to confront, stirring emotions she had tried so desperately to conceal. “All these secrets,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as her finger traced the rim of her glass. “Years of therapy, and here we are, tangled up in a mess again. Have we learned a fucking thing?” She blinked up at him, her eyes glassy with a hopelessness that mirrored the weight in her chest. A moment passed, and Alex couldn’t suppress her laughter at the absurdity of it all. The sound felt foreign, like an unexpected break in the tension. She instinctively brought her martini glass to her lips, savoring the bittersweet liquid as she finally noticed Zach had been drinking too. The realization brought a wry smirk to her face.

“Clearly not,” she remarked. “Those are supposed to be off-limits to you. You must be looking for trouble tonight.” She extended her hand, her dainty fingers brushing against his as she reached for the glass in his inked grip. The fleeting contact sent a spark skimming up her arm, “Give it,” she commanded softly.

It was subtle, and quick, but Zach had tunnel vision. The slightest twitch of her eyebrow, wrinkle in her nose – or, more aptly, the flushing of her cheeks – he noticed. Adrenaline swilled in him. Their strange dichotomy at the beating heart of every hum, every breath; they both knew each other more closely than any other pair in the room, and simultaneously not at all. Not like this. And moreover, they had to play pretend – their allusions to their past, their japes and jabs, had to be muttered under hot breaths in order to keep up the ruse. It was a rush like nothing else. Her eyes on him, impossible and unforgiving in their perpetuity, prickled his skin. To have her unabashed attention was something he had not felt in a long time. To have it when she should’ve been doing anything else was truly singular. He bowed his head to hold her gaze, half a foot lower in her heels, further still without. When she laughed, his eyes sparkled with innocent pride. He shook his head fondly, setting his glass on the bar between them, a ring of icy sweat pooling around it. His finger circled the rim as he gazed out at the room. “Mm-mm, I don’t need your confessions.” His gaze flitted back to meet hers, small smile alight as he baited her. “I can read you like a book.”

It surprised him when she brought it up, that famous Never Have I Ever game. The one that had come back to him in frothier dreams. It was a bold reference, but her eyes spoke volumes. They were dancing on a knife’s edge together. Her attention inflated his chest, squared his shoulders. He recalled her adamance, her poison tongue; and yet, her body had betrayed her each and every time she'd tried to fight him. She might say fuck you, but if he rested a hand on her knee, it would slide away from the other as though cursed with a predisposition to do so. The memory was almost a possession, roiling in his abdomen like a threat. He cleared his throat, rolled his neck in defiance of the hot flush creeping up from the open lapels of his shirt. Carrying on with her like this in public was a dangerous game.

She circled back, relenting the aforementioned kept secret in a hiccuping confession. His gait tilted, intrigued, shoulders no longer square to the room but coiling in toward her. The privacy of her tone attracted him instinctually. Zach felt himself cool a little with the unpleasant reminder of Andrew. Of the reality of it all. His mouth pressed into a line as he handled his glass, eyes rolling over her in assessment. It was true – if not for her fiancé, she would perhaps never been forced to reunite with the haunts of her past. She could’ve buried that version of herself forever. Not Eden, not Luke, but namely not Zach. Andrew was unknowingly rifling through the skeletons in her closet and flinging them out, back in her face, one by explosive one. Though where he fell on the things that weren’t supposed to happen spectrum, he wasn’t sure. Luckily, being a regret to somebody was never something that had deterred him.

Zach warred with the confused storms within him; the part of him that breathlessly wanted to erase all else from her mind, to re-crown himself the pinnacle of her heart. Of her needs. The other felt for her. It couldn’t be easy, keeping all of this to herself. From the man she shared her life with. They had made a decision the day their worlds re-collided to keep their past a secret, but in honesty, what choice did Alex really have? To alert Andrew to all her truths would be to place a million roadblocks on the path to his success. His crowning achievements were a list of all her ghosts, only he didn’t know. Couldn’t. If he did, he’d lay it all down for her comfort – but Zach knew all too well what Alex was willing to sacrifice in order for those she loved to thrive. A burning sensation balled in the back of his throat. Oh, to be the receiver of such unequivocal love. Andrew would never know the full scope of his blessing, would never get to thank her. Zach had known it all and tried to kill her anyway.

Alexandra drew him back into the present moment, a vulnerability to her tone that plucked upon his heart strings. He breathed out slow, conflicted. Of course he didn’t want to reassure her, because to do so would be to willingly send her off to the man he behooved the most. It was untrue to himself, despite his sympathy. His innate need to sate her. Perhaps, though, he could sate her in other ways. When he spoke again, he spoke low. “Lucky for you, I am,” he said definitively, attempting to shoulder her burden. “And I’m half the lie.” He turned toward her, elbow resting on the bar, eyes dancing over her perfect, worried little face. “I’ve been too obvious, but I don’t have to be.” To look at her was to need her. His body grew hotter. His chin came down as he muttered privately. “And, at the end of the day, I still own Luke. He wants something from me, and if he intends to get it, I’ll make sure he doesn’t say a fuckin’ word. I promise you that.” Zach swallowed, his throat growing dry as his gaze trailed over the terrain of her side profile, down her olive-skinned throat, her chest. “And maybe some things shouldn’t have happened,” he throatily implied his knowledge of her earlier allusion, “but some things are inevitable.” A small, wanton smile flitted upon his face as he urged her gaze to find his. “And some secrets are worth the strife.”

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