#ooc: sorry for taking this long

[definitely-not-lying]

Hey, Kokichi!

I hope that you are well! Here's some questions for you.

If Monokuma inflicted the Despair Disease upon your class, what type of Despair Disease would they each be afflicted with?

Based on your answers, who do you think would be the most harmless classmate/s, and who do you think would be the most dangerous classmate/s, while the Despair Disease was still active?

Finally, as the Ultimate Robot, is K1-B0 able to become diseased? Would it work more like a computer virus for him, or just not work at all?

Thank you!

- Saber

I'm doing great! I sure wasn't expecting to receive a whole essay today and write one, nishishi~

Despair Disease Time! Note: All of these are definitely 100% accurate and not just stuff I made up for fun. Probably. Nishishi~

Kaede: Despair Disease of Silence ��� She can’t say a single word or hum a tune. Tragic for a pianist, right?

Shuichi: Despair Disease of Overconfidence – Suddenly thinks he’s the mastermind. Cute.

Miu: Despair Disease of Modesty – Covers up and speaks politely. Honestly terrifying.

Kaito: Despair Disease of Cowardice – Hides under tables when anything loud happens. Still tries to give speeches, but from inside a closet.

Tenko: Despair Disease of Male Affection – Gets super sweet and flirty with guys. Chaos ensues.

Himiko: Despair Disease of Hyperactivity – She starts running around yelling “REAL MAGIC!!” every 5 minutes. No naps. Zero chill.

Gonta: Despair Disease of Rudeness – Shoves people aside and says “bugs are lame.”

Tsumugi: Despair Disease of Originality – She starts making her own ideas. They’re bad and weird!

Ryoma: Despair Disease of Optimism – Talks like every day is a blessing. Very unsettling.

Kirumi: Despair Disease of Laziness – Refuses to clean or help anyone. Wears pajamas all day.

Angie: Despair Disease of Atheism – Says Atua is fake. Even I don’t know what to do with that one.

Rantaro: Despair Disease of 'Honesty' – Actually tells us what his deal is!

And Keeboy? He's a robot! So the Despair Disease wouldn't work on him. He'd probably have a virus making him super dangerous and out of control!!

So, the most harmless would probably beeeee... Kaede! And Keeboy the most dangerous!!

[askchilchuck]

chilchuck?.. CHILCHUCK?? oh gosh- *grabs a fishing pole and casts a line into the cranberry bog* pleasedontdrownpleasedontdrow-

Everyone attempts to save Chilchuck, but he's too far away for anyone to reach.

...How did-

...Can I please have my wallet back, Squeak?

[cynisaliveandme]

Sick Darcy rp

She had a high fever and she tries to get up to adventure

( this rp with Tessa )

Oh darcy, I’m sorry but it’s best for you to just stay in

[whetstonefires]

#4 please !

Now see this could be tricky, because generally if I don't get some key elements written down very quickly the idea flows away again and the 'yet' disappears, even if I remember generally what it was about, but I have one this time! I am still just enough plagued by this vision that it's not out of the question I'll go for the capture, but so far nada.

Idea was basically a Jiang family character study by way of modern au. (So tw canonical abuse.) I started from the reflection, in a modern au very high chance the Jiangs are divorced, because being a divorcee wouldn't necessarily ruin Yu Ziyuan in the modern world, as long as she was allowed to control the narrative enough that she didn’t look at fault, so it might be on the table.

Especially because modern views on child abuse are such that while she'd hold back more than she already does in terms of physical chastisement, Jiang Fengmian would also be under less societal pressure to not interfere in her disciplinary system too much, and both these factors mean he’s more likely to put his foot down.

So, concept: Jiang Fengmian, when his son is eight and his daughter thirteen, forces the issue of taking in his best friends' abused orphan child whom he’s just managed to track down in a nightmarish group home, probably leveraging the fact that wherever their money comes from it's mostly his, something he usually doesn't do, but she has always known he could, and been fucked up about it (reasonable) and hated him a little (less so) and hates him so much more now (understandable but still fucked up).

They were obviously still both pressured into this marriage by their families, because I literally cannot imagine them choosing one another of their own free will, and if they did that would be an au in an even more dramatic way than being modern, and no longer work as a character or relationship study as far as I'm concerned. I mean or it’s a cql-based au, but that’s not the version of this toxic marriage I find compelling.

Situation subsequently deteriorates to the point that when the boys are around twelve some outside party observes and is repulsed or otherwise upset by Yu Ziyuan's treatment of Wei Wuxian specifically--she's emotionally abusive to everyone in the family, canonically, and it harms Jiang Cheng significantly more than Wei Wuxian, which I think is also pretty explicit on the page, but she's more openly antagonistic about going after wwx because he's basically a proxy for her husband, whom she doesn't consider to be someone she's capable of harming.

And ofc in a modern family scenario, being abusive to your foster kid is more plainly personal misconduct than being unfair in how you discipline one of your husband's many students, even if it is his favorite. Which means she's very unlikely to chase him around with a whip, but whatever she does do will sting that much more emotionally.

Anyway the outside judgement provokes a more explicit confrontation than the last four years of maneuver and attempting to balance all the competing needs according to two very different standards. And the upshot is that by the time wwx is 13, the Jiangs are divorced. To avoid making a humiliating spectacle of themselves they present a weirdly united front in court and have a very smooth uncontested proceding, although the closed meetings with their respective lawyers involved a lot of vitriol.

Yu Ziyuan, despite having a smallish trust fund and probably a job of some kind, though one that's more prestigious than profitable like uh. Olympic fencing coach. Idk what they make but it's probably not enormous. She and Cangse Sanren probably competed in the same events back in the day.

Anyway she gets a solid chunk of alimony, the house, and primary custody of both her children, although Jiang Yanli is almost 18 at this point so mostly she just gets Jiang Cheng. Everyone thinks Jiang Cheng wants it that way, including sort of Jiang Cheng; he has this idea that if he has his mom to himself they'll finally have a good relationship, even though he's also terrified of being left all alone with her. He's complicated. Families are complicated.

Also she would never have forgiven him if he hadn't concurred that he wanted to stay with his mother because she was the only one On His Side.

Jiang Yanli ofc does not move out right away when she comes of age, in part because her brother needs her, but she probably does go to college, so she's only around part-time.

Jiang Fengmian, meanwhile, keeps most of his financial assets and Wei Wuxian, and gets his kids on the weekends.

So that's all setup for how you have this situation where Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng are entering high school--probably the same school, together, but no longer sharing the commute except maybe Monday mornings--and Wei Wuxian's primary residence is Jiang Cheng's dad's apartment.

It’s really chill. They get a cleaning service in once a week and eat a lot of delivery food, but they do cook at least once a week. The canonical thing where they largely agree about what’s funny and what’s right-or-wrong, and so forth, on the one hand really pops when there’s mostly no external conflict disrupting it, but also probably gains more complexity now that it’s not a thread of positivity fighting for its life against a background of drama. They get to know each other better than they ever had a chance to in canon.

Some of that isn't all that positive, because now they have the space to discover the places where they do actually have the capacity for friction, but both of them are very good at dispersing tension (I do tend to suspect jfm's dad was abusive he sure acts like it), and on the whole it's a good thing.

Jiang Cheng is going to have such a mental health crisis, and Jiang Fengmian is going to handle it so badly. Because of course when his son starts replicating his ex-wife's toxic attitudes and behaviors more now that she has primary custody, he’s going to feel guilty and like it’s His Fault, but he’s going to feel like it’s his fault that Jiang Cheng is growing up to be a shitty abusive person.

And even if he’d never say that the subtext would come through, in the assumptions he made when framing communications and so forth, as in canon, so the thing where Jiang Cheng’s father loves Wei Wuxian more than him, or at any rate likes him better and thinks he’s a better person and prefers his company, would wind up feeding into a self-reinforcing loop.

(Jin Zixuan's nasty public remark about Jiang Fengmian treating Wei Wuxian better than his own children hits Jiang Cheng significantly harder in this scenario, where he's being Tormented by the feeling that all his peers know his dad walked out on him for another son. Wei Wuxian's punch is therefore even more clearly primarily for Jiang Cheng's sake, although Jiang Cheng is probably more inclined to see it as being for his dad's. Jin Zixuan is about halfway between the Jiang kids' ages here, so he's a senior saying this shit to a sophomore.)

So that cycle builds to the point where Jiang Cheng would eventually have one of those rare moments where he resorts to actual violence, because his poisoned feelings are choking him so bad his rationality deserts him.

He’s not going to be nearly as close to actually murdering Wei Wuxian as he was in canon the night the Jiang Sect was massacred, because it’s a less extreme situation, but he still goes for the neck. So Jiang Fengmian is in his home office one Saturday about a year and a half into this new normal, and realizes the boys are fighting. He hears through the wall the accusation you stole my dad. He says to himself, well that’s terrible but interjecting myself into this situation would definitely make it worse.

Then he hears sounds of violence, and then an ominous abrupt silence, and updates that analysis.

And when he opens the door to the boys’ room, Wei Wuxian is being strangled. He’s not really resisting, which is because he’s made the call that that’s way more likely to get Jiang Cheng to snap out of it, and thinks it might make Jiang Cheng feel better to get it out of his system (because he does sort of feel like what Jiang Cheng is going through is all his fault, or at any rate is much worse as a result of decisions made for his sake) and is severely underestimating the dangers of choking, but looks to a third party like he’s already passed out and Jiang Cheng is still at it. Which is to say, it looks like a serious murder attempt on the brink of success.

So that sure made that situation worse!

So yeah that's my idea that I probably won't write but it sure has its teeth in me.

[a-stanford-pines]

Hey Sixer, funny thing is, I just found out I can just do this instead!

[Bill grabs Ford by the sweater collar, pulls him down and kisses him.]

- @reha-bill-itated

Wh-

[He gets pulled down and when the kiss happens he immediately rips himself away and puts his arms out Infront of him defensively, taking some steps back]

WHAT THE HELL? YOU-

[little-watcher]

Marc decides to give Ellery a while to rest before going off to celebrate, in no small part because he's so tired himself. And he's not covered in poorly stitched gaping wounds.

He does eventually badger them into it, once he's given the chance. It's tradition, after all, and he never gives up on that.

"Hey, little rotter? You up to going to the dive tonight?"

@residentsofhollowville

“u m, ok ay.” it yawns, despite having just woken up from a nap. “i co uld go. ne ed to get out som e. can’t ke ep stay ing all co oped up in here, o r my fla t, or wha tever.”

[palespawn]

i'm a simple girl, i see artwork of astarion yearning for the sun in the shadows and i go insane

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Banter

Notes I Pure fluff maybe + chung myung content ?!?! woah.. keep in mind that this is not edited and checked :3

Chung Myung will never let you live this down. No way. Especially when he, quite literally, had you pinned down. "Give up yet?" He asks, his tone teasing as he looks down at you with that shit-eating grin he knows you have a hate-love relationship with. God, you want to wipe that grin off his face so bad. "Love," You start, your tone seemingly pleading as you look up at him. The one and only Mount Hua's Divine Dragon, Chung Myung, swore he could explode at any given moment. And while that normally is a threat to the other disciples, it means something else now. Slowly but surely, you lean closer to him. You then pout, "Please.." A kiss, then you turn the tables on him. For a split second, he was caught off-guard with that kiss; you didn't waste any time switching your positions. How cute he looks when he's under you. "I'll kiss you, okay? So please, keep your voice down."

Notes II Chung Myung deserves all of the kisses and hugs in the world.

[starry-sophrosyne]

... @toadettely @sopping-wet-cat-wizard y'know, april fools is over, BUT...

"No, what am I saying- That's too mean, I can't do that-" "Fufufu~ But I can~"  (｀▽ ´) // "YOU-" (/｀ᗣ ´ )/

(also for reference bc GUESS WHO CAN PEN- XD /hj /lh /silly):

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(TW: blood/gore, death, car crash incident, graphic imagery)

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S&S: There is a world where Brent never meets Eevee. There is a world where he wakes up one morning, yawning as he rubs his eyes. He'd been somewhat exhausted by his gaming session with "Sofist" last night, not that it was unenjoyable. He gets ready for the day as per usual, nothing out of the ordinary. It's all regular, for now, that is. Walking out of his apartment, he raises an eyebrow at the suspicious amount of cars stuck on the local road. Oh well, a crash of some kind? He shrugs and continues walking down the road. Ducking under some construction, he carefully avoids all the prying eyes and workers, taking his shortcut to the cafe. What he sees when he turns the corner, however? Well..

It's graphical, distraught to say the least. He can see the limb of somebody, splayed across the road in a pool of blood. He winces. Damn? They'd been sloppy setting up the perimeter apparently, blocking it from normal eye-witness view, but not from here. Either way, he couldn't make out too much between the ambulance and the police cars stationed in the intersection.

As for the authorities, he can make out them questioning certain people and speaking into their walkie talkies. Their faces are far away but filled with concern as they discuss with each other. Meanwhile, the paramedics tending to the body on the ground, and.. For some reason, he pauses. It's not in any of his good interests to watch this, to get involved with some random traffic incident of an unfortunate civilian, and yet? Something tugs at him, opposing his normal desire to stay out of conflict and general indifference/apathy. He doesn't know why, why this moment specifically?, but it doesn't.. feel.. weird. It's weirdly urging, instead bringing him to stop in his tracks. As he choicely watches the paramedics ready the body bag, he catches a glimpse of the poor man who had faced the consequences.

His hair was curly, coifs of coffee brown tinged with blood. His facial hair was the same color, and his gaze relaxed. His eyes were partially closed in a stereotypical thought of sleeping, with a glint from the sun revealing his hazed over green eyes, devoid of any brightness. What catches Brent's eye immediately, however, is his bright purple coat. Most of it is soaked with crimson gore, now a dark maroon, but even still. It's such a stand out, he can't help but wonder how the man even got hit in the first place.

After a few more seconds, the guided feeling seems to go away, and he turns his head away from the scene. (Unbeknownst to him, he'd been watching for, comparatively, far longer than a few seconds.) Best to move on, for whatever reason he felt compelled to watch EMTs deal with the body, almost as if he was making sure they would properly take care of him. It was weird, but whatever. He didn't have enough time to stay around and see him get sent off, realizing he was late for his shift. Despite his sudden spike of empathy, it was just another day, just with an unfortunate incident. He prayed for the man though, as he finally set foot onto regular sidewalk. May his soul, and whoever he is, rest in peace, for meeting such an untimely end.

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Walking into the cafe, the door closed behind him with the bell's signature jingle. Vern's head shot up, his face twisted with a hint of concern as he rushed over to Brent, who'd barely placed his bag on the desk before Vern grabbed his shoulders, gripping them firmly and causing Brent to jolt a bit out of surprise.

"Brent! Oh my god, you scared me-" "?" "-I saw the crash nearby, and you- came in a few minutes later than you normally do, and- oh god I'd just thought the worst!" Vern could hardly control himself from his ramble, spilling out his emotions, but he paused when he noticed the rather amused look on Brent's face. Brent only chuckled at him, despite the severity of the situation/his anxiety. Vern gave him a dirty look, but let out a sigh of both relief and annoyance relief, glad to know his friend was okay.

As Vern let go of his shoulders, Brent starting unpacking stuff from his bag. Placing his log sheet and charger down in the little table within the break room, Vern asked:

"Why were you late anyways? You normally show up before I even get here. Did something.. actually happen while you were getting here?" He added tentatively.

"..." He paused, his hands tightening around his laptop, contemplating if it was worth it to tell Vern. About the man he'd seen, eyes hazed over in death, body dull and cold, hair stiff with dried blood. It was something in it of its own right, something that he wished he hadn't seen. But at the same time, the death of this random civilian weighed heavier than it should've in his heart. He didn't know why, but still, maybe it was the sight of his eyes; ones that pierced his soul, staring at him even after passing. They were so.. cold. Almost as if they were blaming, in hatred. His blood chilled, thinking about it all, and a heaviness set in the room. Oh. Man, he'd never felt this way before. He'd just witnessed death, hadn't he? How was he acting like this was all okay?

He held in a sigh, settling for a tight exhale as he shook his head, not looking up from his stuff. No, it was best not to trouble his more emotionally affected friend with his.. issues. Were he to tell Vern, he'd likely become more aggrieved than him. Even still, looking up and noticing Vern's still apprehensive gaze, he feigned a small smile; keeping it up even as he looked back down in the black expanses of his duffel bag, now empty. He couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. "I'm serious dude, nothing happened. Don't worry about it."

"... Alright, if you say so." The air was thick with tension, the silence being left unbroken. Vern's footsteps were soft as they padded against the tiled floor, the door slowly creaking closed behind him. One last glance behind his shoulder, before he fully shut the door, putting on a smile to greet the guests that had entered the cafe. Meanwhile, the room had become dimmed sightly with the waning sunlight as the light from the cafe dissipated. Brent stared down once more, as if questioning the true morality behind what he'd seen. With a sigh, his shoulder slumped. Sitting down onto the rickety foldable chair, he put his head in his arms, on top of the table. He wasn't ready to go out. Not just yet. Not while the green eyes of someone haunted him. He couldn't just go and pretend everything was okay, even he had no damn idea why the death of some random stranger had messed him up so badly.

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Vern found him struggling to think of positive messages to write atop his orders for the rest of the afternoon. Brent did not come out of the break room for a long time, and even once he did, he was silent as he worked. Nick didn't come in for coffee that day.

[dangaer]

forgot to announce my good news so a little heads up, i'm off for the next four days!

i also wanted to talk about how some of you may have noticed that katsuro was not included in my starter calls ... you will be surprised to know that, in fact, that was not an error because i have finally gotten to a really good space in my little oc project, which i may have introduced to you before under this name, but am officially naming this: compalnion!

to give you a basic rundown on the whole project, compalnion is basically a companion - finding line, basically for friendships or relationships, whatever your muse will be in the market for! they advertise through word of mouth / discreet advertisement through flyers etc. if you need someone to just talk to? use compalnion! if you're looking to have a relationship, give compalnion a chance! need someone to be your date for an important event? get in touch with compalnion! worried about your friends singleness? you know what i'll be writing here!

the basis of compalnion as a collaborative rp experience between us as mutuals is that the mc in this situation is left ... completely blank. the basic compalnion plot will fall under the idea your character having contacted the line and will be connected to the callers (LI's ...) of your choice. however, if this isn't something you can really see your character being involved in, then i will probably drop some remix type ideas of how you can end up on a characters route (trust me, they all will be pretty unique!)

i can now confirm there are definitely 9 characters, and all of them are ... pretty interesting in their own right. before giving them all names and finishing off faceclaims for them, i have essentially started working out their dynamics to ensure that everything ties off before i truly set things into stone. for example, you can bang the villain in this game, you also can be a monsterlover/fucker if you fancy too (separate route) , there is the typical blonde hair ml who's route is rather ... 'captivating' , there's a route that deals with organised crime and a supernatural kind of route. to explain more would be going wayyyy into details but if you guys think you'd be interested in knowing the concepts then maybe i can drop those?

oh, and i also decided to help with the decision making process if you found yourself unsure of who to start with / what options may be best for your ideals - i'll probably make a little googl.e form questionnaire where i can message and let you know the top three or something ...

[hitcritical]

hello   friends   !    i've   been   absent   for   a   bit   (   not   that   it   was   super   evident   with   my   running   queue   )   but   i   needed   a   quick   breather   to   get   my   head   on   straight.   i   love my   dash,   these   muses,   and   the   wonderful   people   that   i've   met   through   here.   however,   my   life   is   a   mess   right   now   and   i   frankly   can't   dedicate   as   much   time   to   this   blog,   and   writing   in   general,   as   i   used   to   do.   writing   is   my   hobby   and   not   my   priority.   

activity   will   be   slower.   it   will   take   longer   for   things   to   get   written.   i   care   about   each   and   every   interaction,   and   i   try   to   be   as   fair   as   possible   when   it   comes   to   writing   replies,   but   it   can   be   weeks,   if   not   months,   before   i   have   the   time   to   write   a   reply.   if   you   want   fast   replies   this   is   not   the   blog   for   you   !    and   i   will   totally   understand   if   you   choose   to   unfollow   because   of   this,   no   hard   feelings   whatsoever. 

[askchilchuck]

Hello, this is half-dwarf half-half-foot (....quarter-foot?) from before!

I've taken up fishing by Kakha Brud and it's not too bad. Little boring, but better than nothing right? My other option was selling dragon dung, and while I was... morbidly curious what that experience would be like, I figured it wasn't worth the risk of going somewhere shitty (ha).

Good news though! I met a potion brewer who was willing to use changeling mushrooms in one of their experiments! Aaaand I'll be the one to test it! 🌟🌟🌟

(They seem to have either ignored your advice on the mushrooms or forgotten it.)

Seriously, you need to be carful with that kind of stuff! It’s not something you should be playing around with!

Wh- What? When did-

[thedarknessandtheirteeth]

*a red ring portal opens up as a little black and purple three tailed Kitsune kit falls out of the ring portal before looking at her surroundings as she explored surprising not scared of the place despite being young as she goes and runs giggling a bit as the red ring portal disappears*

@askthesonic3xenextgengroup

' ' What the? the fuck are you? ' '

The Demon Scowls, baring his teeth. The Demonic hedgehog's crimson eyes ore into the kitsune kit, reaching over to pluck it up by it's scruff. Exe glares, then a malicious sharp tooth grin sprawls across his face.

' ' What's a Child doing here? ' '

[ask-notsoaudrey]

What did you like most about acting?

Oh- well, i think what i liked the most was how fun it was? I loved being able to roleplay as someone else and live a completly different life on an immersive way! It was very stressful and exhausting, especially working for [???]- but i wouldn't mind going back to it! Hm, i'm studying for college now though so i don't think i would have the time-

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[best-dressed-on-mt-olympus]

*I don't know what possessed me to make this*

Lord Hermes I made something for you

*GASP*

I LOVE IT DARLING!!!

[piningpercussionist]

I've refilled the queue! There's still stuff to be pulled from the drafts, but I'm gonna shuffle things around and then unpause it; there's also some scheduled posts that I started plotting out as though the queue was getting unpaused tomorrow,,, buuuut it's gonna get unpaused in a few hours, I think.

Super sorry for the extended blog death, and to the people who've messaged me over here and are waiting on responses for a variety of things- my country's descent into fascism has been kinda of paralytic to me, so I've just kinda been taking a step back to breath and reorient myself.

I'll be back to Scott Pilgrim fanworks and such soon- give me another day or so and I'll start sorting through my messages. In the meantime- absolutely no pressure- but if you've enjoyed the blog or any of my works and are able, I've opened up a ko-fi! And I'll also be opening commissions sometime soon, so for the people that were interested in that, keep your eyes peeled!