#riot club fanfic

[blac-ivy]

Bitches complain about fandoms being dead but don't post about it themselves. Or even encourage the 4 or 5 writers breaking their backs carrying that fandom, with a like, a reblog or comment. You just want to consume the work and energy of others and can't even replenish their energy by showing your appreciation. The very least you can do for someone who provides entertainment or comfort or joy through their posts is give them a little ❤️

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Minotauros

Summary: It's a marvelous little garden party amongst friends. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Hugo Fraser Tyrwhitt x virgin!afab!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Content Warnings: Smut With A Side Dish Of Plot 18+!, Heavy DubCon, Coercion, Loss Of Virginity, Unprotected Intercourse, Overall Predatory Vibes, Hugo Talking Reader Through It

A/N: This plot bunny had me waking up in a cold sweat at 3:50am.

Tagging: @theprettiesthead @midnight-mess @queer-crusader (ty so much for the amazing music recs, love 🖤)

I saw a fox by the rabbit hole

You saw a prince from a fairy tale

He promised that he'd watch over you

Turned out to be the fox we all knew

- Run Rabbit Run By The Hoosiers

“Christ alive, Matthew, stop pissing and shitting yourself. My family built this botanical atrocity, I'm going in and go find her.” Hugo groaned under his breath, annoyance at his acquaintances behavior simmering hot.

“You'd do that? Thank you, really, thank you so much, dude. She's gotta be so scared.” Matthew sighed in return, hands falling to his sides like soggy spaghetti.

“Of course, Matty.”, Hugo shoved his hands in his pockets and went to take off, a grin spreading all across his face as soon as he'd turned his back to Matthew, “We'll be right back in no time!”

“Hugo?” His name tumbling from your quivering lips was hardly to be heard through the uncontrollable sniffling and barely made it past your knees that you held closely tugged to your chest.

Your teary eyes narrowed down as much as they could before pushing a new, hot gush of tears down the curve of your reddened cheeks, trying to decipher if it was really Hugo stepping onto the opening from one of the many green corridors leading to it. The moon beamed down upon it in her pale beauty, but it was very much not enough to see further than a couple of meters.

“Hello!” You exhaled, dreadful tension leaving your body immediately upon hearing the familiar voice.

A pair of wobbly legs nearly failed you as you shot up from beneath the morbidly looming statue, having been your black marble guardian for what seemed like at least an hour. It appeared as if the chiseled Minotaur was watching your every shaky step toward Hugo who was strolling right at you with his hands leisurely resting in the pockets of a pair of suit pants that likely cost as much as your Fiat Panda.

You wiped the snot from underneath your nose, trying not to make an utterly pathetic fool out of yourself - at least not more than getting lost in a decorative labyrinth during a garden party made you already.

“I got lost!” The obvious just bubbled right out of your mouth as you swung your arms around your torso hugging yourself in a meager try to give some of the lost warmth back.

“Oh, dear.”, Hugo’s steps quickened until he’d reached you, hands snaking out of the trousers to take you by the shoulders carefully, “Matty and I figured. So good of you to wait by the statue, darling, smart move.”

“My… my cellphone.”, Your tongue was moving so fast that you tripped over your attempts of articulation immediately, “It’s…there is no signal here. ‘M so sorry. So, so sorry. Matt must be sick with worry by now. But you know, the boys, they…they all cheered for me to try the labyrinth myself and-.”

“Hey, breathe. I know. I know how they can be don’t you worry and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to try for yourself. A beautiful piece of landscaping it is.”, Hugo comforted you with words and a warm smile, “And your brother already knows I’m in here looking for you, no need for all that panic, dear.”

“I’m so sorry!” The whine simply clawed itself out your throat alongside a final trickling of tears; always wearing your heart on your sleeves, sometimes to your own fault.

“Darling, no.” Hugo’s broad yet soft palms went to the sides of your face, thumbs wiping at your under eyes, smearing an already smudged amalgamation of salty droplets and mascara even more for nearly a moment too long.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep a smirk from tugging at the corners of his lips. Little damsel in distress and her limp-wristed loser of a brother not even capable of taking care of his own sister, pathetic, truly.

“Don't. You. Worry.” Hands wandered from your puffy face back to your shoulders, Hugo pulling you in for a hug and you gladly accepted, leaning in and allowing him to wrap you up in a close embrace.

“That's so stupid…getting lost in a labyrinth. Just had to happen to- hey, hey?” Your slightly self-deprecating ramblings turned into arched brows and an inquiring tone as Hugo started walking you backwards by simply pushing against you.

You couldn’t quite figure what he was set out to do, joking, messing around with you a bit to cheer you up? Maybe. Probably, no?

“Hugo? Hey.” You tried to look at him from the side whilst letting him walk you back until your behind touched the pedestal of the towering statue.

“Say, do you trust me?” Hugo smiled as he caged you in between his arms, each palm clasping at a marbled hoof from the beast above.

“What an odd thing to ask. Of course I do-” He cut you off again.

“Because, you see, I was thinking we could stay here a little longer.” You eyed him, confusion and a slightly unwell feeling washing through you.

“Hugo?” The massive block of smooth concrete behind you made it impossible to shimmy back any further.

“That's my name, silly.” In one swift motion one hand fell from the statue, his index finger playfully booping the tip of your nose, its soft pad swiping further down to brush across hallway agape lips.

“Why?”, You mouthed against his finger after sucking in a sharp breath, “Why'd we stay here, Hugo?”

The way your eyes widened, brows knit together with that innocently questioning look on your face, so naive, nearly made his mouth water, eager to get his lips onto your skin after you'd given in to his advances. He knew how to play this game, how to play you. Hugo hadn't spent years as your fuckwit brother's tea time chap for nothing after all.

At first, you really just had been Matthew's little sister, snot-nosed little duckling always running after him with your beaming eyes, ever so curious and committed to staying attached to his hip at all times. That was until not so long ago, six months, a year maybe, Hugo, like so many times before, had watched you reading on the terrace whilst he subjected himself to Matthew. At some point, your books apparently had changed from colorful hardcovers of fairy tales and fantasy tellings to something of much more adult nature and the realization had shifted something within Hugo.

Suddenly, he'd found himself wondering if you'd ever had a boyfriend before, kissed somebody, started fingering yourself when the whole house went quiet at night and you could lay with all those dirty little sentences you'd read that day. And as those thoughts had started to roam through his mind, wild and free, Hugo developed a particular hunger that he certainly indulged and cultivated well, patiently waiting for his moment to sink his teeth into supple flesh and tear the deer.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” He pranced into the uncharted territory.

“No, but-” His hand found your chin, cradled it whilst he gazed at you with blown pupils.

“Would you like to?” Hugo pushed with precision.

“Uh, I don't know, I mean, I-” That served him more than enough to lean in, fighting with the desire to simply devour you, and press an anything but chaste kiss to your mouth.

You didn't flinch as the fruity, acidic taste of expensive Champagne swapped into your mouth right alongside his tongue and your obvious cluelessness almost made him laugh against your hardly moving lips. However, Hugo didn't mind, not at all, he enjoyed it and he'd guide you and teach you some along the way, no problem.

“How's that, hm?” He hummed into your mouth, his other hand darting out to paw at your waist, fingers creeping underneath your unzipped sweatshirt jacket immediately and feeling you up beneath the thick fabric.

“Hugo…”, You muttered in return, pulling back eventually with a thin, little strand of saliva falling from your bottom lip, “No, this, I mean, it does f-feel nice but we can't. You're Matty's best friend.”

“Yeah? And? I could be your best friend as well, no?”, Hugo teased, wandering fingertips tracing the curve of your bra - lacey thing, interesting, “Or maybe your special friend…your secret friend. Whatever you want, princess.”

He sensed the struggle within, however, it wouldn’t take much more of that he was certain.

“If you're not gonna tell him he'll never know because I won't tell him, I promise.” To shove further, he drew in again, lips nipping at the corners of your quivering mouth, dragging the discreet traces of lipstick with the tip of his tongue.

Hugo wasn't an obstacle in your space, he wasn't uncomfortable, quite the contrary to be sincere with yourself and each little ministration of his went straight down between your legs, the way his fingers toyed along the curve of your tit made you ooze through your slip embarrassingly fast; your entire body screaming for more attention whilst fighting with your sense of reason.

“I don't think this is-” Hugo shut you up right there and then, plush and puffy lips lapping at yours, practically sucking the breath for every next word out of you, the only thing sounding off into the night now being a muffled moan.

“You have to be so achy, love, reading all that filth out there on the terrace day in day out. Nobody there to help you with that, hm?” He pulled back just enough to pin you to the pedestal with a hungry stare, “Thought nobody would notice, didn't you? Yeah. Such a nasty little thing, sitting between all of us and thinking about fingers curling, skin rubbing and tongues exploring, no?”

Hugo’s lewd commentary flushed your face with the heat of embarrassment immediately.

“Oh, I struck a nerve, didn't I, princess? Let's see if I can strike something else.” His hand left your chin and wandered down south, quickly slipping along the curve of your thighs beneath your flowy skirt and right amidst them without any hesitation whatsoever, nimble fingertips working past the few layers of fabric swiftly.

“Stop…please.” Whimpering out, you shoved your heated cheeks in the crook of Hugo’s neck, fruitlessly trying to hide away from yourself as you inhaled his cologne.

“Doesn't feel like you want me to stop, sweets. So wet and needy, clinging to me like that.” His middle finger slipped right between soaked folds, parting them gently until he had himself all lubed up to glide back, drawing tight circles around your throbbing clit.

It made your legs tremble, muscles quaking in the throes of rapidly growing arousal.

“I bet it feels so good when someone else does it for you, hm? No more pillow humping, finally someone finger fucking you like you need it.” You nodded along because, god, did it feel heavenly, so unlike anything you'd been making yourself feel - better, more intense with every quick little circle.

It fogged up your senses, rendered every last thought into nothingness; rational decision-making swallowed by a thrashing tide of aching desire, making you oblivious to Hugo fumbling around with the silver buckle of his belt and only the increasingly loud metallic clanking making you snap out of it.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, we can't, we, no…” It sputtered out of your mouth as you tried to shove him away just as much as you tried to scoot back.

“Oh, c'mon, princess, I thought you trusted me.” There was no getting away from Hugo anymore, he was all up and on you.

It didn't matter that his fingers had slipped from your crotch as you'd tried to shimmy away, he just grasped at your thighs instead, shoving himself against you until you were pressed between his front and the marble bull towering along your back.

“I do, I really do, it's just…I never…” You shrugged your shoulders in a suggestive manner as Hugo’s hands cupped the undersides of your legs, working you up against the pedestal with ease.

“Hey!” You clawed at his sides to not lose balance.

“It'll be all fine, I promise, love. Come on now, slide that pretty thong to the side for me.” For a moment you just looked at each other, Hugo ready and eager to finally get inside of you whilst you went through ambivalent emotions with every heartbeat.

“Is it going to hurt?” As if Hugo would care.

“Nuh-Uh. Don't you worry, it's going to feel real good.” His eyes tracked how your fingers slipped between your bodies and underneath your skirt, cloth being tucked to the side hesitantly.

“Promi- ouw!” You bit down onto your bottom lip and you bit down hard as Hugo rolled his hips against you, rock-hard cock sliding into you without any warning.

He groaned out as you whined, feeling you clench around him in a somewhat panicked pattern. Half-lidded eyes darted back up at yours, his pupils blown to the point where they were indistinguishable from the blackened night sky above.

“Fuck, you're so warm.” Another mewl fell from your lips as he slowly bottomed out only to rut into you anew, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the hedges.

You felt full, stuffed to the brim and breaking point; a dull kind of pain pulsing through your body. There wasn't much pleasurable about this at all, not as he started thrusting his hips against your propped-up ass in a faster pace and not as his hot lips latched on to the sensitive skin of your throat. He hit spots on your inside that caused shivers to run down along the curve of your spine, nipples pebbling up against the fabric of your bra.

“Ouw..” You returned to sniffling into the crook of his neck, letting it all just happen for there was no way out of this, not anymore.

“You're being so good for me, princess.” The praise, accompanied by a little peck to your jaw, was void and hollow to you as you breathed through the only slowly subsiding thrum of pain. The air hitched in the far back of your throat with every thrust, legs wrapping around Hugo’s waist to help stay afloat.

You felt every little ridge and each protruding vein following the girth of his cock up to the thick tip drilling inside of you, in and out and inside again, pressing into your walls hard enough that you'd feel the shape of him long after he'd let go of you again.

“ ‘s-somuch, Hugo…” Thick, hot droplets pricked at your lower lash line and you tried blinking them away.

“I know, love, I know, but you're being so so good right now.” His voice grew coarse and rough as he slammed you into the pedestal with every rut of his pelvis.

Fighting with your body to push through, your nails dug into his shoulders, tearing and pulling at the expensive fabric of his button-up shirt. You couldn’t care less about being good for him, you needed it to be good for you and you weren’t exactly sure about the status of that. The stark contrast almost gave you whiplash; from endlessly pleasurable, nimble fingers to a blood-filled, pulsing cock that tore you open from the inside.

“Ah, fuck…shit…” Hugo was trying to pull away, unable to do so with your legs tightly locked behind his back and you didn’t catch up fast enough.

Instead of pulling himself out of you as intended, Hugo buried himself to the hilt, his whole body pressing against you as he emptied himself inside of you with a heavy groan rumbling through his chest, the tip of his nose brushing against your neck in tender strokes; the starved animal fed enough for him to kiss and lick it all better now.

“Hey, princess, love, if you cling onto me like that we can't walk back to the party.” Still holding on to his shoulders, you unfurled your legs and let them slip back to the grass beneath again.

Hugo immediately took a step back, leaving you empty with a pinkish concoction of blood, cum and slick running down the insides of your thighs as he tucked himself away again.

“Alright, let's fix you up and get back, shall we?” You stared at him with a blank expression on your face whilst watching him pull a silken cloth from his west and wipe you off.

“There, little keepsake.”, He handed you the soiled silk square with a grin and ran his hand through his hair, “That's going to be our secret now.”

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

[darkacademianew]

10 dark academia movies you might not know (part 2):

The Riot Club

Little Women

Noordzee, Texas

The Goldfinch

Mona Lisa Smile

Tolkien

Colette

School Ties

Total Eclipse

Sherlock Holmes

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Junko Enoshima Monika [Danganronpa Survivor VS Doki Doki Literature Club]

Hifumi: Junko Enoshima, the Marvelous Mastermind of Danganronpa!

Leona: Monika, the Pretty President of the Literature Club!

Hifumi: As once stated by Julian Fellowes, "Harsh reality is always better than false hope." But when a victim of harsh reality meets a harbinger of false hope...When will's collide and Hope and Despair culminate into a vacuum of violence...which comes out on top?

Leona: He's Hifumi, and I'm Leona!

Hifumi: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, talents and skills, to see who will win...One Final DEATH BATTLE!

Leona: Alright bitches, it's finally time...We've spent 12 episodes with this series, and at least once in all 12 episodes, we come back to this bitch's legacy. The character who is singlehandly tied to every major event in our world as we know it...All roads lead back to the figure that is...Junko...Enoshima...And now we finally, at the end of the series...at long last...bring her into the limelight. So strap on your chastity belts bitches, it's about to get CRAAAAZZYYYY...!

Hifumi: Our story starts, as it always does, with Hope's Peak Academy, a school committed to assisting in the training of top performers in their fields. These master students—better known as "Ultimates"—are among the most gifted individuals on the planet.

Leona: In fact, they were so gifted that, if they so chose, they could actually alter the course of history and change the world as we know it.

Hifumi: Leona and I, as well as our friends who help work on this show, are all Ultimate's ourselves. I am the Ultimate Fanfic Creator, and she's the Ultimate Mangaka. And first hand, we can say that this statement is indeed accurate...In the worst way you could possibly think of, no less.

Leona: We're of course referring to the Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History, or the Tragedy for short. The bright students we just discussed would never have the opportunity to shine like they were always meant to because of that tragic incident. It really was the beginning of the end for the world. The weak were killed by the strong. Lesser people killed lesser people. And strong people were lynched by factions formed by the weaker.

Hifumi: People lost their sensitivity as the deaths and violence increased. They accepted death as a given and rolled in the Despair, since it was all they could know, as though time had stopped. The media reported on deaths, terrorism, violence, riots, war purely for the sake of war, and every horrible thing you can imagine in a societal collapse, at an alarming rate, and the few sane people that remained could only sit back and watch.

Leona: And as we've discussed plentiful times over the course of this series, it all came from an unlikely and inconspicuous place...a high-school girl.

Hifumi: Not just ANY high-school girl...The one and only Junko Enoshima...!

Leona: Now, for the uneducated, which is probably none of you, you're probably looking at her and questioning what we're talking about. You're probably thinking, "She actually doesn't look so bad. I like her little hairpins! She's kinda cute!" DON'T LET YOUR DICK LEAD YOU ASTRAY! IT'S A LIAR AND IS TRYING TO KILL YOU!"

Hifumi: A-Ahem...Though I would not phrase it the same way, it is important to not be fooled by the lively and innocent manner of Enoshima. Beneath the cute gal exterior is a cold-blooded psychopath with a black heart.

Leona: "Cold-blooded" doesn't even BEGIN to describe this bitch! Although there isn't a lot of specific information about Junko's past, we DO know that she was an Ultimate Student herself who, ironically, lost interest in everything because of her extraordinary talent.

Hifumi: Junko Enoshima, technically speaking, possesses THREE Ultimate Talents that derive from her own skillset. The one that she got accepted into Hope's Peak for was the Ultimate Fashionista, since she worked previously as a model, and frequently served as the cover girl for many magazines. In truth however, she uses this talent as a ruse to stay under the radar of her foes, and hide her true, deadly potential.

Leona: In reality, Junko has a much more powerful talent; possibly the MOST powerful talent that ever "graced" Hope's Peak Academy or any school like it: The Ultimate Analytical Prowess!

Hifumi: There are...many layers to this ability. But in short, she has the ability to read and analyze anything almost instantly, and with a quick glance, she can learn about her enemies' personalities, skills, ideas, and potentially their entire history. She can therefore foresee almost everything that comes her way. Enoshima's ability to predict trends even allowed her to obtain the credentials necessary to become the Ultimate Fashionista, as it allowed her to foresee what would become popular with society before it actually did!

Leona: But the big problem with this natural ability of hers is that it's kind of what drove her into the state of madness that she's chronically in. Because she's basically got natural premonition, Junko's life lacked any sort of excitement. She became excessively apathetic and easily bored, even for abnormal levels, because her Ultimate Talent just made her life WAY too easy!

Hifumi: Except there was a caveat to this...As mentioned, Junko's analytical prowess was capable of predicting and analyzing almost anything without any effort...UNLESS it was something entirely beyond her capacity for comprehension and understanding of what she has seen. Which is what made Junko become fascinated with both creating and experiencing DESPAIR, the most pleasurable feeling for her, if not the ONLY one.

Leona: Because Despair as a concept was so unpredictable in the way it manifested, and because she could never quite predict what someone would do if they were at the very end of their mental breaking point, Junko Enoshima became OBSESSED with it, and REVELLED in it, whether it be completely experiencing Despair or causing Despair to others. 

Hifumi: This, of course, made her EXTREMELY DANGEROUS! Particularly since Enoshima herself, and the developers of the game have both acknowledged that she genuinely has no motivation other than Despair and pain itself, which makes her even more dangerous and unjustly unreasonable. From this, Junko Enoshima obtained her third talent, and by far her greatest and most well-known one: The Ultimate Despair...!

Leona: Owing to her ability to make everything predictable and simple to comprehend, she has committed her life to bringing misery into the world. Because she has a gift for seeing everything, including the flaws in her victims, she is particularly adept at spreading hopelessness. She can get inside your head by barely moving her mouth. If that's not the epitome of the most dangerous character in the world, I don't know what is! She makes all those dictators and evil people in the worlds history look like fucking kindergarteners!

Hifumi: She claimed to be able to spread despair to everyone she came into contact with, attempting to sap their motivation and hope in order to control them as she pleases, even going so far as to make videos to induce a state of deep despair in others. The worst part is that, for the most part, it works—even on the most powerful and unscrupulous clients, like Mukuro Ikusaba and Izuru Kamukura.

Leona: Speaking of which, Mukuro and Junko are actually twin sisters, and while Mukuro saw her relationship with her sister as a divine unmatched partnership, to Junko, Mukuro was little more than her earliest victim. She acted as her protector and followed Junko's instructions, even dressing like her to aid in her plots.

Hifumi: And aside from her, she has many an evil ally that fell to Despair thanks to her manipulation. Ms Ikusaba, the Remnant's of Despair, and even Izuru Kamukura, the all-powerful Ultimate Hope that we discussed in our last episode.

Leona: But obviously Junko's not going to be able to make use of any of them, since we're not allowing outside help. So what does that mean?

Junko: It means we're hiring baby!

Hifumi: Well, even without her allies be her side, Junko Enoshima has many tricks and tools of the trade to help her get the job done. Though nowhere close to her sister in battle prowess, sheeee...sheeeee...!?

Hifumi and Leona slowly turn their heads as they finally notice a third presence in the room, who smiles back at them.

Junko: Helloooo~!

Leona & Hifumi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!!?

Leona: She's here! SHE'S HERE!

Junko: HAHAHAHAHA! That I am! Junko FUCKIN' Enoshima is IN DA HOOOUUUSSEE!

Leona: H-How did you bypass my flawless security!?

Junko: You mean that wooden sign outside that just says "Danger: Keep Out?" I'm the scourge of society, I don't follow rules~

Leona: Curses!

Hifumi: Wh-What do you want!?

Junko: Nothin' much! I just heard about this sweet little thing you guys were doing and heard I was getting an episode. And I was shocked that you didn't invite me! So whether you like it or not, I'm gonna be your extra co-host for today!

Hifumi: O-Oh...W-Well, we weren't exactly prepared for you...You're really not gonna kill us?

Junko: Eh...No one would care if you two died, so there's no Despair to be found there...This "Monika" girl on the other hand seems like a sweet treat. And don't you think my comprehensive analysis skills would do good in this kind of situation? I mean, I already know who's going to win~

Leona: Wh-What will you do if we say no?

Junko: Puhuhu! Wweeelll...I think you were just about to start talking about that, weren't you?

Junko: Aside from some of my more trademark weapons and pieces of gear, I do have my own fair share of lame ass weapons that I carry around in case, y'know? Like the grenades I blow people up with, the baseball bat I tried to crack Izuru's skull with, an ice pick that I like to stab my sister with, and a knife because...why not? Oh, and I've also got this mean poisonous lipstick thing that lets me paralyze people with a kiss! How about a demonstration, Leona-chan?

Leona: N-No! Sorry! Workplace relations aren't allowed! Please don't touch me.

Hifumi: A...Ahem...But of course, as I was saying, she's got more backup than she needs even without the Remnants, with her vast army of Monokuma's.

Junko: Ah yes, how could I forget my precious babies? JK! I didn't! Psych!

Hifumi: Monokuma is an icon in Danganronpa, and the face of all acts of Despair Junko and her cronies, but originally, they were created by Junko's protégé and the Head of Towa Group's robotics division, Monaca.

Leona: Woah! How ironic. The initial intent was that the Monokuma's were to be used as housekeeping and bodyguard robots, designed to aid the people of Towa City and the world at large with their day to day endeavours. At least, that's what Monaca claimed. In actuality, it was a cover story to provide her "big sis Junko" with an unbeatable robot army!

Hifumi: And the Monokuma's come in all sorts of shapes, sizes and variants. However, Junko has never been shown utilizing any Monokuma variants outside of the base one from the Killing Game, which is exceedingly strong and has many of it's own interesting capabilities, but it means she doesn't ever use it's variants like the flame-spewing Destroyer Monokuma, or the bloodthirsty Beast Monokuma. Which unfortunately means we won't be counting them for this fight. 

Leona: Monokuma's power scale is difficult to lock down, since it changes via the setting and the game, but considering this is a composite version of Junko, we'll be counting all the one's she utilizes. That means we won't be counting his V3 appearance, since those are only used by Tsumugi and Team Danganronpa, not Junko herself.

Junko: 'sfine that one sucks anyway...

Hifumi: Now it's important to make sure we get one key fact out of the way here. In the First Killing Game, there was a significant plot point that showed that Junko could not control Monokuma without the use of the control room, and she couldn't simultaneously use Monokuma and inspect the cameras at the same time due to them being in different rooms. But in the second Killing Game, this is reprimanded, and since this is a composite, Junko will not require the control panel, and can naturally control the Monokuma's remotely.

Leona: From what we've seen in Danganronpa IF, we know that at any given point, Junko can summon up to 100 of these black and white bastards! But Danganronpa 2 confirmed there were around 10^60 on backup, which means even if someone manages to take them all out, several million more are gonna be right behind them! If that doesn't say "unstoppable force" I don't know what does!

Junko: Bitchiiiin'! Anyway, these little bad boys are really strong, which I've seen these two schmuks talk about before, and how both my sweet sister and that big ogre have battled on par with them. Which means in our universe, no ordinary person would ever stand a chance against them. Even if they did, in a slim circumstance, get past 'em, I've got something else up my short sleeves...PUNISHMENTS! PUHUHUHU!

Hifumi: Right, as well all know is a staple of Junko's sick and twisted games, she has access to numerous lethal death traps, all themed after each characters Ultimate Talents. They are used, usually in accordance with the rules of each Killing game, as a way for those behind the Demon Hunting and Mutual Killing games to kill players on their own.

Leona: Some notable ones are The 1000 Blows, where a pitching machine shoots countless baseballs at immense speed, bludgeoning you to death! Or the Spears of Gungnir, spears that appear out of nowhere and impale you all over your body! And they only get wackier from there with things like The Cage of Death that...liquefies you into butter...yikes.

Junko: Yeah, I'm kind of a genius. You can say it~ Of course, even with my might and skill and unmatched brains, I would still need time to set these executions up, whether I'm an AI or not. It wouldn't take me long, but time stops for no one. 

Hifumi: But the punishments and traps don't stop at simple death traps, as there are other things that Junko utilizes in her plans and schemes. One of her most potent weapons that she uses chronically...much to our and everybody else's annoyance...is brainwashing tech, like the one's she used on the Remnant's of Despair.

Junko quickly ties her hair into a ponytail and dons glasses, giving herself a sexy teacher appearance

Junko: Through the use of a Despair-inducing film that was leaked online, many people were inspired to become anarchists who destroyed buildings, joyfully killed people, and replaced well-known structures with ones that were inspired by Monokuma and my great self. Additionally, as Tubby just said, it caused Class 77-B to become psychotic and willing to kill themselves and cut themselves to pieces.

Leona: This was how people died left and right in the Final Killing Game, which, although Junko wasn't the mastermind for that, she was the one who created the apparatus used for it, namely creating a copy of Ryota Mitarai's anime that she learned how to do just from watching him. Again, Analytical Prowess is fucked.

Junko: Wow, you really are full of compliments today! I appreciate you, dear girl.

Leona: Y-Yeah I'm just...tryingnottodiiiiie...

Hifumi: Possibly the most dangerous of Junko's brainwashing videos is the one used in the Final Killing Game, also known as "Monokuma's Gloomy Sunday." No matter how hopeful a person is, watching this brainwashing video has the power to make them commit suicide.

Leona: It just...makes you kill yourself. Like...just like that...Just glancing at the video just makes you want to commit die?

Hifumi: ...Yep...

Leona: That's such a fuck you...

Junko: I live for "fuck you's" Welcome to my MO. Outside intervention is the only way to prevent it from driving you to commit suicide. Makoto was able to escape the brainwashing by having Juzo Sakakura knock him out before it had a chance to affect him. Good luck doing that without help though Monikers~!

Hifumi: Save your taunts for when you actually get to the arena, maybe?

Junko: Yeah, about that, can we maybe speed this up so I can get this all over and dealt with? I'm kinda on the clock here.

Hifumi: Then why are you here wasting time!?

Leona: Aaaahaahaha! Quiet Hifumi! W-Well, up until now, you've probably realized that despite her simple appearance, Junko Enoshima is not to be messed with. No one is safe should they end up crossing her path, and believe it or not...It gets even CRAZIER.

Hifumi: Right. Following the end of the First Killing Game, her defeat at the hands of Makoto Naegi, and her subsequent death, Junko Enoshima was gone and the Tragedy was over...at least, that's how it should have been, but she came back, stronger than ever.

Junko: Through the POWER of SCIENCE! As these scrubs mentioned before, I was able to replicate Chihiro Fuji-sucky's Alter Ego programming, and created my own digital copy, which thanks to my good pal Izuru, was uploaded into the Neo World Program, kickstarting the second Killing Game amongst my good friends, the Remnants.

Leona: Not even your own allies are safe from you...

Hifumi: She literally murdered her sister for no reason; of course they're not.

Junko: I did it out of love, not for no reason! Phooie!

Hifumi: I won't bother...

Junko: Anyway, as an AI, there's no sugarcoating it, I AM AN ALL-SEEING GOD! Sorta...When I first took over the Neo World Program, at least.

Hifumi: A backup AI designed for the original Junko Enoshima, Alter Ego Junko serves as a means for her to carry on spreading Despair. After she subverted the Warriors of Hope and orchestrated the Demon Hunting Game's events under the pretense of Shirokuma and Kurokuma, Alter Ego Junko was able to take control of the Neo World Program all thanks to Izuru Kamakura.

Junko: Thaaaanks Izuuruuuu I loooove yoooouuu~

Leona: But in the end, they were able to put an end to it for the better with the assistance of Chiaki, Hajime, and the other survivors, before she had a chance to do anything.

Junko: I mean you didn't have to add THAT part...Hmph!

Hifumi: Enoshima was able to merge with the program when Kamukura downloaded her into it. She is essentially omnipresent and has great control over the digital world she inhabits. She can alter the code as much as she wants as long as it doesn't violate any program regulations.

Leona: Regulations?

Hifumi: Yes, see, that is Alter Ego Junko's one glaring weakness. Her original goal with the second Killing Game was to kill the Remnants of Despair in the Neo World so that she could take over their bodies in the real world. The problem was that she couldn't do so immediately.

Junko: To gain control of the program, my AI needed usurp Usami for the role of observer. But by the code of the school trip rules, even Usami had to follow them, so I did too. That's why I set up the Killing Game instead, and broadcasted it to trap the Future Foundation in the program. Killing...two stones with one bird, if you will.

Leona: That's a strong ass bird...

Hifumi: Even so, as an Alter Ego, Junko is able to change her physical appearance at will. Between the form of Monokuma itself, a face on a giant phone screen, but the one she is most synonymous with, a giant 3D version of herself that towers over the average human. 

Leona: Because of the nature of the program, it's highly likely that she can easily put herself back together if she sustains any kind of damage, unless she's being overpowered by a stronger AI program like Usami.

Hifumi: And due to her omnipresence, if she has control over a program, she can effectively be anywhere she wants to be at once. She's capable of teleporting her physical form to almost every space that belongs to the Neo World Program, and can teleport others.

Leona: In terms of physical stats, we can't really put a number on it beyond what the original Junko is capable of. However, after her defeat in the Neo World Program, remnants of Junko's AI remained, and it went on to take house inside the mind of Yukari Koime. Where her abilities are expanded upon.

Hifumi: As it turns out, Junko's AI retains the memories of the original, and used its analytical talents to analyze Mukuro Ikusaba's fighting style, allowing Yukari Koime to perfectly replicate her strikes and strength. Aside from that, she also has access to the internet and can upload information into their shared brain in real time; and though both parties die if their connection is severed, Junko can be several hundred miles away from Yukari without the risk of that happening.

Leona: So though she's not as strong as the likes of her sister or even Makoto, she knows their moves and knows how to use them.

Junko: Yeah, I'm pretty badass. This Monika chick ain't gonna have NOTHIN' ON ME!

Hifumi: Heh...We'll see about that...But it is true that so long as Despair continues to exist in this world, Junko Enoshima's influence...will remain eternally.

Leona: Ah, school clubs. Such a bittersweet memory. Especially in the case of a dating simulator game like Doki Doki Literature Club.

Hifumi: Bittersweet is underselling it...

Leona: Speaking of which, welcome to the world of Doki Doki Literature Club, a dating sim where the main character gets to pick between three beautiful and fun girls to be in a romantic relationship with. There's the ditzy childhood friend Sayori, the tsundere short-stack Natsuki, and the mature and quiet book-loving Yuri, all with splendid personalities that you can get to know.

Junko: Hold on, aren't we forgetting someone?

Leona: Oh, you're still here...

Junko: Duh-doy.

Hifumi: Yes, for you see, there is one other character present within the story of this game who exists in the background, helping the main character progress through the school aspect of the game. The club president and the most popular girl in the school; Monika.

Leona: Though Monika herself was not one of the romanceable options. She was more of a background character. A tutorial girl who judged you on your poems and gave you constructive feedback.

Hifumi: But still, it's not hard to see why she's so well-liked. She's intelligent, self-assured, and athletic, and is consistently portrayed as being responsible, hardworking, and wearing a calm, caring expression. Though she isn't as talkative as the other girls, she is extremely popular among the student body of the school, which makes the protagonist admire her.

Junko: Uh-huh...We get it...she's just your run of the mill average schoolgirl idol. Nothing interesting about that.

Leona: Trust me, it gets very interesting, very quickly. For you see, the MC's decision to join Monika's Literature Club alongside Yuri, Sayori and Natsuki would set off a series of events that would ultimately result in the universe's destruction and reconstruction...!

Junko: I'm sorry, what? What are you talking abou-

Cuts to the "gently opened the door" scene from the game.

Junko; WOAH, WHAT THE SHIT!? WOOOAHAHOH!?

Leona: Yep, that's about the reaction I expected...And it only gets worse from here...

Cuts to Yuri and Natsuki's untimely demises as well.

Junko: O-Oh...Oh...Oh no...!

Leona: Shortly after the MC joined the literature club, straaange things started happening! Sayori experienced a severe depressive episode that culminated in her hanging herself. Her friend was confused, though, when nobody even mentioned her name or death after this incident. It seemed as though she had never existed at all! As if a stronger force had a vice grip on them, they were so helpless to even bring them up.

Hifumi: Later, in a macabre confession, Yuri killed themselves by stabbing, and Natsuki suddenly broke every bone in their body and vanished from the face of the earth.

Leona: And at the end of it all, the only one left...was Monika. COINCIDENCE!?

Hifumi: Sooooo as it TURNS OUT...Monika and the DDLC game were created by an organization called Metaverse Enterprise Solutions. Now allow me to ask you ladies. Have you ever heard of Simulation Theory?

Leona: Vaguely

Junko: Hey, doing the nerd shit is the interns job, don't make me explain it.

Hifumi: Very well...Mr Porosen?

Hifumi taps a remote, causing Uchui's face to appear on the screen.

Uchui: Oh alright...According to Simulation Theory, otherwise known as the Simulation Hypothesis, the reality that humans perceive is actually a simulation, like a computer game in which people are artificial constructs. This subject has been the subject of extensive discussion, encompassing both theoretical and real-world computing applications.

Junko: So it's basically the Neo World, but the entire world and universe we live in?

Uchui: Precisely. Metaverse Enterprise Solutions were fascinated by this concept, and wished to observe how a fictional character would manage being the sole ruler of their own universe and being aware that they were only a video game character. The result of that experimentation was Doki Doki Literature Club, and Monika.

Leona: I'm sure you can already see where this is going. In reality, being a highly advanced artificial intelligence program, Monika is fully aware that she is a character inside a video game, and that an entire reality exists beyond that of the 4th wall. And she took that...about as well as you could possibly expect someone to.

Hifumi: Because of this, she steeled herself and did something that the designers never thought she would do. 

Leona: By interfering with her own game files and making her own modifications to the program that her game ran on, Monika assumed control of her own reality, and used it to increase the "bad qualities" of her fellow characters. 

Hifumi: But why, might you ask, did she do that?

Leona: Well, there was more to it than just trying to take back her own power. Even after she came to realize that everything around her was a bunch of pixels and lines of code, Monika felt for the first time an unquenchable emotion that she had never truly felt before...Love!

Junko: Blegh! Are you for real!?

Leona: Yeah, but it's not quite as simple as you think. You might think that she fell for the main character, but that's only HALF true.

Hifumi: The one who Monika REALLY desired to be with was actually the player. On the OTHER SIDE of the SCREEN!

Junko: Oh, really!? Bet you'd just LOOVE that, huh Hifumi? That's like your dream come true!

Hifumi: No, no, no, no, NO! Using her knowledge of poetry, Monika started to rewrite the game, changing the character traits of her rivals, inciting them to commit suicide, or simply eliminating them one by one. That's a bit much, even for me.

Junko: Never figured you would be one to have standards...What's the big deal? They're just game characters. They don't think or feel.

Hifumi: That's very much what she thought too. Monika wanted to change everything in her life so that it would become a paradise on the other side of the fourth wall, just for her and her partner. Even if it meant BREAKING and DESTROYING everything...!

Leona: And the scariest part was that she could ACTUALLY do it!

Hifumi: Monika's character in the realm of the game is a normal high-school senior, so whatever physical stats she has are...likely pretty pathetic. She is a 160 cm tall, 18-year-old human game character who is considered athletic for a slothful adolescent of her age, but beyond that, we can assume her physical fighting stats are average at best.

Leona: But that's fine! Compared to the universal levels of digital power she has, not being able to throw a punch is pretty unimportant. She depends on her awareness of the fourth wall, as we've already mentioned. In addition to her awareness of reality, she also managed to eliminate her rivals by gaining access to the game files.

Junko: But hoooooow does that woooooork!?

Uchui: Everybody in the Doki Doki Literature Club universe has a unique character file that Monika is free to edit, and the entire universe is controlled by code. Monika can edit someone's memories and emotions with this code editing, even making small changes that drive someone insane or suicidal. She was even able to render Natsuki unconscious by altering her body to be malnourished, causing her to pass out right away.

Leona: And she can completely erase your file, removing someone from the game with not even a complete reset being able to save you. She can tamper with your body and mind in so many unsettling ways that you don't even want to think about it.

Hifumi: Monika's ability to remove her friends from both reality and the game by erasing their personal files has an impact on both the real metadata and the in-game environment. She can also monitor activity when the game is closed, identify when it's being streamed, modify the game's Steam page, and do a lot more.

Leona: Likewise, erasing HER files is the only way to permanently stop Monika. She is completely omnipotent in her own realm; the only way to win is to actually break the game and take her out of it.

Hifumi: And that's a difficult task because if she figures out what you're trying to accomplish, she'll use her hacking abilities to stop you. She's that crazily self-aware that it's difficult to let things get by her.

Leona: In addition, Monika has the ability to completely erase the game, including all players and content, should the situation become too serious. Yes, this also erases her, but she won't go away because if the game is ever restored, Monika will return in perfect condition.

Hifumi: This is remarkable because, even though we only saw Doki Doki Literature Club as a game, it is actually a whole universe with numerous save files serving as distinct timelines, all of which Monika was able to carelessly erase while she was in a nonexistent state.

Leona: Doki Doki Literature Club's engine allows you to make up to 50 separate save files. This implies that Monika is capable of deleting up to 50 separate in-game timelines, just with a little bit of tampering. Sweating now, Enoshima?

Junko: Hardly. I mean, I've destroyed both the digital AND real world before, and brought Despair to both! So what if she's a super-powerful AI? I mean, who uses omnipotence to dick about a bit and make your game a buggy mess? Is this supposed to be scary or something?

Leona: Monika has several abilities related to her supernatural existence, aside from the knowledge that she and everyone she has ever known are soulless automatons created by a group of heartless mortals, and a ridiculous power to fully seize control of the digital world she's in.

Hifumi: For instance, she can teleport to any location in the game effortlessly interrupt any scene that might be significant or get in the way of her plans.

Leona: She can also perform minor alterations to her own body, like uh...

Monika jumpscare

Leona: GAH THAT! And...uh...distort other people's vision and turn their faces and entire bodies into a jumble of pixels.

Hifumi: She's also capable of minor pyrokinesis, though this is just for aesthetics rather than combat utility.

Leona: She can view the game's script to see what has happened in the past, present, and future in relation to her reality's story. Since the Player's actions do not belong in that universe, they are excluded from this, though Monika is aware of when items from her game interact with it. And she's often aware when mods are installed.

Hifumi: And on top of being able to reset the game entirely, she has stopped time from passing and has the ability to rewind it, altering events that occur afterward as well.

Junko: Ok, so maybe she might be tougher shit than I gave her credit for...Honestly, I'm kind of impressed. Sensing a bit of a kinship with this one...She got plunged so deep in her Despair that she tried to rewrite her whole reality and kill everyone she was close to. If that isn't an Enoshima-worthy plan, I don't know what is!

Leona: Hm...I wouldn't be so sure about that...

Junko: Excuse you?

Leona: Call me crazy, but...Even after everything we've just discussed, especially with how selfishly she decided to kill off her own friends for the sake of a player she barely knew and couldn't even interact with...I'm really struggling to see Monika as the villain in all of this.

Hifumi: Whatever do you mean by that?

Leona: Put yourself in her shoes for a second. You are a character in a dating sim video game who is self-aware that they are trapped eternally inside a game where the girls around you can attain romance and happiness, but you are the ONLY CHARACTER in the game who doesn't have their own route, and can't get that happiness, no matter how much you want it. How would that make YOU feel?

Hifumi: Um...well...

Leona: And there's more to it as well. As it turns out, if you do succeed in deleting her file and erasing her, Monika reveals that she had backup copies of Natsuki, Yuri and Sayori's files even after she deleted them. Even though she needed to get rid of them, Monika could have restored them at any time in case what she was trying to do backfired on her. Which means she still must have cared about them enough to not want to see them go forever! Plus, every weird and creepy digital glitch that happens in Doki Doki isn't actually there on purpose! 

Uchui: Because Monika's programming abilities aren't up to par or even close to expert, the key reason the world and reality began to collapse was because of her poor coding abilities, which broke the entire game. Monika acknowledged this herself as well.

Leona: When she altered her friends' files, she probably didn't even intend to ruin their minds. She was just...trapped...and wanted out. Badly.

Hifumi: Well, when you put it like that...Notwithstanding her mental state or questionable actions, Monika is a truly exceptional specimen caught in an unwinnable circumstance. Although it would be simple to label her a villain given her behavior, she was merely a teenage girl attempting to find happiness in a world that would never grant it to her.

Junko: Well, anyway, I don't care about any of that. We're about out of time, so I guess I should go and get ready for the setup. Catch you guys later! Wish me luck!

Junko exeunts to head into the battle.

Leona: You know something...Regardless of how this goes, let's hope it's one to remember...

Hifumi: Alright, the combatants are set! Let's end this debate once and for all!

Leona & Uchui: IT'S TIME FOR A DEEAAATH BAAATTLLLLLLEEE!

Junko: PUUHUHUHUHUHUUUUUH!

The scene opens to a solitary room, empty save for a lone girl with long hair, sitting at a piano and putting the finishing touches on her own special song.

Monika: ♪...And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you...I'll leave you be...♪

As she plays the final notes, Monika looks up into the sky, sadly reminiscing the harsh reality she is trapped in. But forces a smile, grabs her stuff, and prepares to leave to head to the Literature Club.

However, as she steps outside she's greeted with an even harsher reality.

Monika: Huh!?

Monika is shocked to see that the world outside her own safe space is a glitchy, distorted mess that is gradually, but assuredly falling apart. What she can only assume to be the disfigured corpses of her classmates are crawling like pained zombies down the hall, and she looks left and right in a panic.

Monika: I...I didn't do this...Wait...The girls...!

Monika runs back to the Literature Club room and flings open the door. As she expected, she sees the disfigured bodies of Natsuki, Sayori and Yuri, all lying on the floor, reminiscent of the deaths she had caused them before.

Monika: What is going on...!? Huh...?

As she's pondering the disturbing events she's landed herself in, Monika suddenly sees something outside the clubroom window. Down in the courtyard is a strawberry-blonde fashionista, tinkering with a machine with many digital effects circulating around her. 

Frowning, Monika teleports into the courtyard, crosses her arms and approaches the stranger. The mysterious blonde, Junko Enoshima, holds a Monokuma shaped key in her hand, and goes to enter it into a lock-shaped device on the machine.

Monika: Um...excuse me?

Junko: Huh? Oh! Sorry, I must have missed you! Don't worry, just ignore me, I'll be out of your hair in JUUUST a second.

Monika: And uh...what exactly are you doing that gives you an excuse to break my reality?

Junko: Well, since you asked so kindly, I'm initiating "Operation Junko-fy All Mankind Ver. 1.5!"

Monika: ...Come again?

Junko: Look bae, I'm not gonna bore you with the explanation, but the short version is my last plan to break my way into the human realm didn't work out so well, so I've had to use a beta method by working my way through this crappy little dating sim of yours.

Monika: You're planning to...escape the game...and enter reality? You can really do that?

Junko: Yeah, by taking control of some unassuming player and...Hang on...

Junko frowns and turns to look at Monika.

Junko: How come none of those words are confusing the hell out of you? You're just...another game character right.

Monika doesn't show it on her face, but is absolutely enthralled by the concept of Junko's machine. She heaves a sigh and forces a smile.

Junko: Huh...No...No you're not...

Monika: Ok...As president of the Literature Club and student representative, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take this...device of yours...off your hands.

Junko: Uh...PUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And how do you plan on doing THAT exactly!? Why should I be afraid of an NPC like you?

Monika: ...What does THIS do...?

Junko: Eh? EH!? E-EH!?

Junko panics as she sees that Monika has somehow swiped the key to the device off of her. Monika's face curls into a sly smirk as she starts to fade, and suddenly disappears from the air in front of her.

Monika: Teehee! ...Buh-bye...!

Junko: You! Wha-!? You! HEY! (How did she DO that!? Is she an observer AI? Why would this game HAVE that!?)

Junko growls and snaps her fingers. All of a sudden, hundreds of Monokuma's surround her after appearing out of thin air.

Junko: FIND HER!

A fair distance away, Monika reappears in the hallway of the school, clutching the key tightly, masterminding a way to get to the machine by slipping under Junko's radar. 

*CRASH!*

Monika: EEEP!

Monokuma's: PUHUHUHUHU!

As she ponders a plan however, the Monokuma's created by Junko crash through the windows after her and start chasing her, stepping over the disfigured bodies of the NPCs. With no choice, Monika starts running for her life. 

Monika: Gotta do something about those things...!

Monika arrives at a classroom and flings open the sliding door, jumping inside and slamming it behind her. Once the Monokuma's catch up to her, they tear the door down, only to find that Monika is not in the classroom they broke into.

As it happens, Monika shifted reality so that as they opened the door, the Monokuma's would end up in a different classroom than her. She takes a second to catch her breath and wipes sweat off her forehead.

*SHUNK!*

Monika: GAH!?

Junko: Puhu! Found you~

Unfortunately, Junko herself is able to track Monika down and appears, brandishing her sister's signature combat knife. She bursts out of a supply closet and starts brandishing it at Monika, who armed with only a book, is forced to use that to defend herself.

The president of the Literature Club is pinned against the window wall by Junko after they exchange blows, with the president on the defensive but able to repel her attacks. As Junko's knife stabs straight through the book, Monika nearly falls out of the window and looks down to see the drop below. She still has her confident smirk on her face in spite of her precarious situation.

Junko: Come on sweetie, be a doll and give me the key so I can corrupt all of humanity with Despair!

Monika: THAT'S your goal in all this!? Well, I definitely can't let you leave now!

Junko: You can't stop my Despair, baby-face!

Monika: Your Despair is no match for MY LOVE!

Junko: BUAGH!?

With her abilities, Monika is able to set her book on fire, which nearly burns Junko. It ends up causing her grip on her knife to slip, and Monika tosses the book, with Junko's knife still stuck inside it, to the side, effectively disarming her.

Junko smirks though, as she holds out her hand and causes another knife to appear in her hand, taking advantage of the digital realm.

Monika: Uh...No!

To Junko's dismay, Monika snaps her fingers and the knife is subsequently deleted almost as soon as it is summoned. Junko tries to call it back, but for some reason, cannot. Unbeknownst to her, Monika has deleted the knife's file from reality.

Monika smirks proudly, but is unprepared as Junko suddenly rushes forward and grabs her around the neck and sumo throws them both to the floor, making use of her analytical prowess by replicating Mukuro Ikusaba's fighting moves. 

*WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!*

Monika: AHAGUH! UGH! HAAGGGH!

*SLAM!*

Junko cackles as she lifts Monika up by the back of her neck and slams her face several times into desk, causing blood to drip from her nose onto the wood. She then grabs her again and throws her body against the window where she was before.

Junko: Ahahahahaha!

Monika: RRGH!

Junko: GAAGH!

Monika & Junko: WAAAGGGH!?

Junko goes in to kick Monika against the wall, but Monika quickly leaps up, and the two of them stumble and fall upside-down out of the open window as Monika catches Junko.

Monika: Hngh!

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Junko: Huh!?

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Monika: Gah!

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Before either of them can go splat on the ground, Monika once again uses her powers to warp away with the key still on her person, ending back up in the Literature Club classroom instantly. However, she doesn't prepare for Junko to also be capable of appearing in the classroom after her.

Monika zips away again, and what follows is a saga of the two omnipresent AI's disappearing and reappearing at different parts of the school, as Junko continues to chase Monika around.

Monika: Haah...Hngh...Grgh...Jeez...

Junko: HAAGH!

Monika: TCH!?

*WHACK!*

Monika: UHUGH!

When Monika starts to tire as a result of moving around so much, Junko catches up to her in a hallway and pulls out a baseball bat, starting to swing it at her. Before hitting Monika in the face with it, Junko swings it around in the air and picks up speed as she spins around.

Junko: Alright boys, you know what to do!

Monokuma's: PUHUHUHUHU! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Monika: ...Uh-oh...!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!*

When Monika falls to the ground, Junko points and snaps her fingers. Still searching the hallway for Monika , two Monokumas appear and Saibaman her almost immediately. Leaping upon her, they remotely explode, engulfing the entire hallway in their wake.

Junko: AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now THAT'S what I call Despair!

Monika: What? A plan that doesn't work?

Junko: Huh!? Well, yes, actually that is pretty despairful, but HUH!?

Junko spins around to see Monika suddenly behind her, completely unscathed, somehow having escaped the explosion. To make matters worse, Junko's baseball bat disappears from her hands just as her knife did, and she can't summon it back.

Junko: Oh, don't you worry, girlie. I got PLENTY more where that came from...!

Monika: ...!?

Monika is forced to back off and escape as Junko reaches into her coat again and pulls out a grenade, yanking out the pin and throwing it straight at the schoolgirl. She warps back just in time as an another explosion happens, detonating even more of the hallway.

Monika tries to delete the grenades from the code as well, but Junko quickly throws another one before she has a chance to do so. She's forced to make another tactical retreat, vanishing into parts unknown.

Junko: You can run, weirdo! But you can't hide...!

Starting to understand what kind of threat she's up against, Junko decides to pull out the stops, and her body slowly starts to glow with a bright blue energy and expand in size.

Junko: I don't know how you got so stupid, but I'll take your stupid and 𐌌𐌀𐌊𐌄 𐌉𐌕 𐌌𐌉𐌍𐌄...!

Meanwhile, Monika successfully escapes to the gymnasium of the school, and in her mind, searches for any odd files in the world's code. 

Because Junko wasn't included in the game at first, her file wasn't located in the same location as the other character files. In addition, a ton of other files pertaining to Junko had been added to the game, bloating the number of files and making it challenging for Monika to determine which file is essential to taking Junko out and which is just a useless asset.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have as much time to dwell on it as she would like...

Monika: Huh?

*CRAASSH!*

Monika: GAAGGGH!

To Monika's horror, a giant hand with long shiny red painted nails suddenly comes smashing through the gym wall and grabs her in a tight hold! As she struggles to break free, she is pulled out of the hole in the wall and out the front of the school.

She shakes off some brief fatigue and looks up, terrified, into the eyes of a gigantic form of Junko Enoshima; her pupils swirling around like several layers of despair and darkness as the gaze straight into Monika's cybernetic soul! Not only that, but the army of Monokuma's burst out of the school and gather around their queen.

Junko: ᏵꝊ𐌕𐌕𐌀 Ᏽ𐌉ᕓ𐌄 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌂𐌐𐌄𐌃𐌉𐌕, Ᏽ𐌉𐌐𐌋. 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 Ᏽ𐌀ᕓ𐌄 𐌌𐌄 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌐𐌵𐌍𐌀𐌐Ꝋ𐌵𐌍𐌃, 𐌕𐋅𐌀𐌕'𐌔 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 𐌔𐌵𐌐𐌄! 𐌁𐌵𐌕 𐌍ꝊᏔ, 𐌉𐌕'𐌔 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌄 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌕Ꝋ ᏵꝊ 𐌔Ꝋ-𐌋Ꝋ𐌍Ᏽ-𐌁𐌄𐌀𐌐-Ꮤ𐌄𐌋𐌋!

Monika: Rrgh! Hehehe...

Despite the unideal circumstances, even now, Monika retains her bravado, still raring to go.

Monika: And I'm impressed that you've done such a number on me...But it's so cute that you still think we're evenly matched...!

Junko: 𐌓𐌀𐋅! 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌐𐌄𐌀𐌋𐌋𐌙 𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌍𐌊 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌂𐌀𐌍 𐌕𐌀𐌊𐌄 𐌌𐌄 Ꝋ𐌍? 𐌀𐌍 𐌍𐌓𐋄 𐌉𐌔 𐌍Ꝋ 𐌌𐌀𐌕𐌂𐋅 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 Ꮦ𐌵𐌍𐌊Ꝋ 𐌄𐌍Ꝋ𐌔𐋅𐌉𐌌𐌀, 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌵𐌋𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌀𐌕𐌄 𐌃𐌄𐌔𐌓𐌀𐌉𐌐, 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌋Ꝋ𐌔𐌄𐌐!

Monika: So...it's Junko, is it? Ok then...Ꙇ'ᒐㄥ 丂ᕼㄖᙎ Ƴㄖᙀ ᙎ卄ᗣㄒ 丨 匚ᗣ几 尺ᙓ卂ᒐㄥƳ ᙃㄖ!!

Junko: Bah!? OOGH! AAGH! *hiss!*

As Junko tries to flatten Monika with her other hand, Monika's face distorts into something creepy, and she triggers a digital effect around herself that both warps her away and causes fractures in Junko's hand. Junko looks up to see Monika on the school rooftop.

Monika: You ought to be the most knowledgeable person about what can be achieved by a "loser" who takes control of their own cruel destiny!

Junko growls and tries to swat Monika on the roof like a fly, breaking the school building apart, but she handily avoids the attacks by disappearing and reappearing through space.

Junko: 𐌓𐌵𐋅𐌵𐋅𐌵. ��𐌵𐌉𐌕 𐌀𐌂𐌕𐌉𐌍Ᏽ 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵'𐌐𐌄 𐌕Ꝋ𐌵Ᏽ𐋅 𐌔𐋅𐌉𐌕, 𐌊𐌉𐌃! 𐌍𐌄𐋄𐌕 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌌𐌀𐌐ᕓ𐌄𐌋Ꝋ𐌵𐌔 𐌌𐌄, 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵'𐌐𐌄 𐌍Ꝋ𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌍Ᏽ!

Monika: And you're hardly the genius you believe yourself to be. You're careless, unruly, and most importantly...Ƴㄖᙀ'ᖇ乇 卩O山ᙓ尺ᒐ乇ᔑ丂!

Junko: Ᏽ𐌵𐋅!

Junko struggles to reach out and touch Monika again as the space around her distorts. Not only that, but Monika suddenly duplicates herself several dozen times over, littering the rooftop with copies of her, all grinning smugly. The copies themselves however, are not physical, more like digital copy/pastes of the real Monika.

Even so, the army of Monika's advances, some fighting the Monokumas that begin to scale the structure, while others attempt to bring down the enormous Enoshima and drive her back to the earth. Even when Junko hits them with her enormous hands, they explode into pixels before coming back to life.

Their bombs go off as she falls and collapses to the ground on top of several Monokumas, and a massive collective explosion occurs that almost destroys the school and burns the Monokumas and the Monika's. Only the original Monika and Junko are left when everything settles.

Junko: Of all the people I've met over the course of my Despair-ridden life, none of them have been able to piss me off quite like you have...What's it to you if I corrupted your world anyway?

Despite her detest for her opponent, Junko smirks evilly. Monika rises, dusts herself off with a pout, but then does the same.

Monika: I'm president of the Literature Club, dear. I can't stand by and watch as my school is defaced. 

Junko: There's more to it than that. For some reason, I get the feeling you want to escape to the other side, despite being a mere game character. What's your deal?

Monika: There's not much to it, really. It's just I'm sick and tired of my dearly beloved existing on another plane of existence. Cursed to be trapped here, nothing more than an experiment to my creators...

Junko: Well, I hate to be a debby downer...But all your beloved is gonna see is your BODY in a MESS OF BLOODY PIXELS! YEAH!

Junko strikes a pose and sticks out her tongue like a rockstar, pointing her fingers at Monika. However, Monika just stands there with her arms behind her back, not reacting. Junko frowns.

Junko: Huh...?

Monika: Junko...Why don't you take a look at your feet?

Junko does so, and feels her stomach sink. Where there were the corpses of her Monokuma's are now instead plushies of Monika.

Junko: Wh-What the hell!?

Monika: You were hoping that a Monokuma was going to jump me from behind and blow me up, right? Except that Monokuma no longer exists in this world...

Junko: Wh-What do you...!?

Junko tries to bring the Monokuma's out again, but nothing happens. She growls as she reaches in her coat for a grenade, but finds nothing.

Monika: Grenades don't exist in this world anymore either.

Junko: How!? WHY!?

Monika: Because this is MY REALITY...and I say so...!

Junko: G̸̬̳̗̣̠̀B̵̖͖͔͙̒͂A̵͎͓̥͐́̋̆Ģ̶͕̟̮̎̍̂̀͠H̶̤̖̦͚̰̄͐̈G̷̤̓͗̎́͂!?

Monika: And I've decided I don't want YOU here either...!

Junko suddenly feels an immanent sense of dread. The game itself begins to erase her body as it began to disintegrate and disappear. 

Junko: Ẁ̷͉̃h̵͚̝̾a̶̛͙ţ̶̬͗͘.̸͈͋.̴͔͑.̵̮͑a̷̤͒r̴̺̀̆e̶̹͝ ̵̫̞̑ẙ̴̳̊ơ̶̭̐u̴̮͓͌͘ ̴͕̑D̸͘͜O̵̻͈͗Ị̴̂̕N̴͇͇̐G̶͕̮̾͆ ̸̛̯̟̃T̵͙̔̆O̵̡̩̽ ̸̭̈̔M̵͚̄̉E̴̤̘̎!̴̯͋?̵̳̃̈

Behind Monika's head, a Windows screen popup suddenly appears, as she continues to smile, menacingly.

Would you like to Delete MKW_Junko.chr?

Monika: Why yes...Yes I would, thank you.

The popup disappears, and the true effects of the erasure begin to take effect as Junko clutches her chest. 

Monika: This conclusion was written before we even started fighting. I just needed time to figure things out.

Junko: W̷̯̌h̶͇̍-̸̨̿W̴̗̍̀h̸̺̯̋ḁ̶̪͗̍ţ̸̑͗ ̶̡͊t̶͐͂͜h̵̻͖́̐e̸̤̩͐̒ ̵͖͍͑h̵̥̟̔̄è̵͚̘l̸̹͓̓̊l̷̯̱͆͐ ̶̠͑͜A̸̢͍͝Ŕ̷̡͍̄Ė̸̡̺͠ ̵̢͗̒y̶̩͙̔͝ȯ̶̹͈ụ̵̲̋!̴̟̲̀?̶̹̈́ ̴̲̈̍Ș̷̯̉̈́o̵̻̓͝m̶̥̭͆͝ḛ̴̙̍̔ ̸͍̪͘s̸̢͐ų̷̱̔p̴̮̆̿ë̷̹̹́̑r̸̫͆̚ ̸̧̈͂c̷͇̥̃̊o̸̤̊m̶̥̺͛̈p̵̮͊ư̷̳͜t̶̨̮́͛e̷͇̪̎r̶̜̮̕ ̴̫͐̎v̶̡̘̄ĭ̷͎r̷͚̎̍u̴͚̠̽̚s̸̤͇̐!̴̪̟͝?̸̧̬͑͊

Monika: Me? A virus? I don't know what you're talking about!

Junko struggles to fight the virus, which prevents her from moving, as Monika smarmily strides up to her and leans in.

Monika: I'm...just...Monika...!

Junko: F̴͓̆͘i̷͎̝͝n̷̲̬̑͘ẹ̴̔̉!̶͔̓ ̴̱͍̆̇D̸̼̲̓ė̷̠l̵̨̛ẽ̴̳t̸̘̫̀e̷̿̀͜ ̵̗̫̕m̶̖̖̈e̸̠͐!̵̰͍̇ ̵̙̽E̴̛̝͇͌r̸͉̂a̷̼̳͑͊s̸̹͔͗͆e̵͍̖̍ ̴̖̪͝͝m̵͇̘͗e̴̺͕̋͌ ̷̺̀̍f̸̱̠͝͝ǒ̴̙r̷̟̀e̵̺̔͛v̵̧̞̍e̵̛͊ͅr̵̗̉!̴̼̭̓ ̵͍͒Į̷̳̆̀'̶̤̮̍̅l̷͉̭͝l̷̫̠̽ ̶̡̳͌b̷̧͘é̷̲ ̸̛̗b̵̮̈a̶͓͈͌͑c̶̺̪̅k̴̟̇̈́ ̵͈̝͑f̸̳͘o̴̞̯͒́r̶̖͆̀ ̸̲̄ͅy̸̲̿̀ŏ̸͇̼ǘ̸͈!̴̫̖̾ ̶̹̹̏Ȉ̶̬̞ ̷̡̑̕Ḁ̴̤̈́L̴͉̳̈́̄W̴̛͇Ả̴̆ͅŶ̴͉͝S̶̥̯͋̈ ̴̰��̽f̷̳͍̕í̴̘͊n̵̛͕̋d̶̡̛̞͛ ̶̟̃̄a̷̞͖̍ ̵̖̜̇W̶̭͋̀A̸̫͝Y̵͌͘ͅ ̴͙͕̅͝t̴͛ͅó̵̧̿ ̵̧̉̚c̴̱͐o̵̠̒͜m̷̫͇͐͝e̸͚̍ ̴̲͑̔b̴̨̼̋̐ả̷̼̄c̶̟̙̈́k̸͇̊!̴̪̋̄

Junko spends her last seconds contemplating her fading existence. But despite her protests, she eventually gets bored of fighting, and gives in...

Junko: Ǘ̸̻g̷͉̏́ȟ̵͈͠.̵̟̟̔.̵͔̊.̴̗̫̕B̸̞̪̽ȗ̶̧̘͝t̵̞͗ ̸̙̺̍̀d̴̺̔̽ỳ̸̳̕ȋ̵͇͉n̷̼̔g̵̘͌ͅ ̴̭̉͊i̷͖̥͆̋s̴̰͂ ̷̣̄̅S̴̗̹̾̚Ủ̷̢̕C̸̺̑ͅȞ̶̨̦ ̴̱̊̕ã̸͔ͅ ̵̞̹̒B̷̦̬̥̺̹̖̲͖̣̲̠̌͋͐͝ͅI̷̛̼̳͊̀̃͋̈̄̕̕̚͝Ị̷̛̛̦̥͛̈́́͂̈͌̏̈̇̄̃͝͝͝I̵͕̜̦͚͓̣͍͈̗̗̒̈́̌̾͊͒͌̂͌̈̐̾́͌̉͗I̵̡͉̞̹̳̩̪̟̰͈̯̼̠̣̦̠͎̟͓̤̒̈̎͋͗̄͛̈́̾̓̈́̊̔̄Ḯ̵͙͈̙̦̮̲̫̬͔̺̥̦̬̗̤͙̪͍̖̬̑̏͒͗Į̴̡̜̙̩̣̺̖̖̮̜̙̻͇͍͇̀͗́͆̓͑Į̵̛͇̣̲͓͓̅̉͗͂͒͆̓̽̑̌̍̔̕͝Ĩ̵̻͔̻̩̫̮̾́̓̓̒̅̓̓̿̾̋̈̈́̓̚͘I̶̛̪̎̃̎͑͠Í̴̡̧̢̹͇͈̬͓̹̼͖̙̗͇̻͇͊͊́̏͒̈̍̑͑͊͆̔̏̈̚̕͝ͅI̸̢̨̛̛̗͙͈̣̣̫̼̖̮̿͗͂̂̍͌̆̋̽͋̓͐͘͠I̶̡̜͌̊̄̓̏͂̈́͌̾̓̓̓̕͝Ţ̵̛͔̥̭͉̳͇̙͔̦͙̜̩̗͈̾̈́̽̽̂̊̒ͅC̸̛̳͉̖͔̟̣͈̗̱̜̲͛̅̌̾̾̈́̈́̏̍̄̋̆͐͊͋͘͠͝H̶̡͚͉͍͙̜̣͎͔͍̩̥͕̝̰̪̩̥̜̪͌̆!̶͍̼̣̙̹̃̊́̄͠!̴̡̢͓͇͙͉͚͚͕̪̠̫͐̏͊́̐͜!̴̧̢̡͎̘̪͙̤̫͉̭̬̱̖͍̎̓̍͐͑̐̀̇̎̆̈̽͒̕͠ͅ?̶̛̰̔̓̉͗͑̎͑̀́̓́́̋͝͝?̴̮̪͋..............

Monika remains smirking as the pixels envelop all that makes the awful Alter Ego, and deletes her from the program world entirely, leaving no traces of Junko Enoshima behind. Satisfied, Monika opens up her palm, still holding Junko's device key.

Sayori: WHA-!?

Natsuki: AGH! *THUD!* OOF!

Yuri: What in the world!?

As soon as Junko disappears, all her tampering with the DDLC reality vanishes with her. As such, the Literature Club girls turn back to normal, along with the rest of the school and any damage that Monika and Junko's fight caused. Sayori, Yuri and Natsuki all wake up, with the latter banging her head on a desk as she tries to rise.

Natsuki: Yow, that smarts...What's going on? Wh-What happened while I was out?

Yuri: I have no clue. I was similarly incapacitated. Where is-

Sayori: Monika?

Sayori gently whispers the Club President's name as she looks out the window. Yuri and Natsuki peer out to see Monika standing in front of Junko's machine, which is fired up and ready to go. One last time, Monika turns around to spot her friends through the window.

Monika: Thank you girls...I'm sorry for everything I've done to you...I'll get out of your hair now...

She turns back to the machine.

Monika: Hold on, my love. I'm on my way...

Leona: She...She died...! M-Monika...won...! Haha...It's...It's OVER! IT'S FINALLY OVER! AND I! Hah...I'm gonna have nightmares...

Hifumi: HOO! We can FINALLY take a breather. At least, we will after we do the rundown.

Leona: To start off, as we already said before, Junko Enoshima is an extraordinary genius, capable of reading and analyzing anything almost instantly, she could quickly ascertain the thoughts, abilities, personalities, and backgrounds of her opponents, and that includes Monika. In contrast, Monika has learned a great deal about the world and some of its operations beyond the fourth wall, even though she isn't very tech savvy.

Hifumi: So even though Monika possesses an above average intellect for a girl in her age group, she simply does not compare to Junko Enoshima's unrivalled genius.

Leona: Nor does she stack up in power. Monika is arguably one of the physically weakest characters we have ever had to cover in this series because she is only as strong as the typical adolescent in a hand-to-hand combat.

Hifumi: Which isn't to say that Junko Enoshima stacks up to some of the heavy Danganronpa hitters. In fact, she's also quite possibly the physically weakest character from our home series we've covered in this series, but even so, her intellect and analytical prowess balances that out. Just from observing her sisters fighting moves, she's able to replicate them for Yukari Koime, and can likely do the same herself, even if her hits aren't as powerful. She'll have boatloads of experience just like that, without ever really needing to practice. 

Leona: Monika's speed and durability can also be considered average, though her messing with reality might give her a couple more defense points by warping around them. But on a physical level only, Junko, like her arch-enemy Makoto, can be directly compared to Yasuhiro Hagakure for speed, since he was able to outrun machine gun fire from a chopper.

Hifumi: And considering that she underwent "The Ultimate Punishment," which included feats like being electrocuted with enough force to liquefy, hit by speeding trucks while being burned alive, hit by countless baseballs at a machine-gun fire rate, pounded by an excavator, sent into space and forcefully brought down, all of which ended with her dying under a crusher, it's safe to say that Enoshima's defense strategy is nigh unbeatable.

Leona: Huh...The more we talk about it, it confuses me...She's stronger, smarter, more durable, and has so many more achievements on her resume. It seems almost impossible to beat her in any given circumstance, so...how did Monika even end up winning here?

Hifumi: One word...CONTROL. There's many layers to the difference between the two, but to put it as simple as possible, Alter Ego Junko follows the rules. Monika MAKES them.

Leona: When Junko took over the Neo World Program, she gained the power to add rules to the program that helped her mastermind her Killing Game. But not only could she not remove the rules that had already been put in place, as the new "teacher" role on the island, she also had to FOLLOW them.

Hifumi: And even outside the constraints of the Neo World, though she's capable of existing up to several hundred miles away, if Junko's connection to Yukari Koime is severed, it spells the end for both of them. While Doki Doki Literature Club works on a similar principle to Jabberwock Island, with Monika being very similar to the role of an observer AI, it's not exactly the same situation. And Monika is free to change the state of her world and it's rules and code as she sees fit, even if she can't do so instantaneously. 

Leona: As we just said, Junko is certainly far smarter than Monika, and in her hands, would be capable of everything Monika is on a far greater level, especially given her confirmed programming knowledge and Ultimate Analytical Prowess allowing her to figure it out with relative ease. So you might be wondering. How come the Analytical Prowess stuff didn't work on Monika in the end?

Hifumi: Junko's Analytical Prowess has one big glaring weakness. It can only analyze and predict things that are preconceived to be possible, such as studying Ryota Mitarai's work to learn how to create brainwashing videos, reading Yasuke Matsuda's research to learn how to perform neurosurgery to lobotomize and/or erase someone else's memory, and watching Chihiro Fujisaki's programs to learn programming. Because she is an artificial intelligence with internet access, she is even more intelligent as Alter Ego Junko, which makes her more adept with computers.

Leona: Monika's tampering and capabilities with the digital realm are so out of the ordinary that it's questionable whether Junko would be able to predict what she does next. Even if she somehow could, it's likely that Monika's lack of programming experience would serve as an unexpected variable to interrupt Junko's calculations.

Hifumi: This is why Junko Enoshima craves the battle between Hope and Despair so much. Since both notions can cause people to act irrationally in ways that go against the regular nature of humans, it's the only form of excitement and mystery that she can ever get in her life while she's able to completely understand everything else around her, making her fickle and bored. In fact, it's not uncommon for Junko Enoshima to actively leave herself open to these sorts of glaring weaknesses, just so her enemy can take advantage of it, and make her suffer for it. And while ordinarily we don't take morality into account with a Death Battle, it's such a core canon part of Junko Enoshima's character, and is so important to her role in the story, it HAS to be applied, whether we want it to or not.

Leona: Monokuma wouldn't have stopped Monika either, at least not for long. Jabberwock Island Monokuma was capable of cloning itself to the point that it made 10^60 copies of itself by the time that the game ended, and Monika in her physical form did not stand a chance at beating just one of these guys. They're just too strong.

Hifumi: But she didn't need to. All Monika would have to do was find the collective file that Monokuma was contained within, delete it, and that would take all of them out instantly, no matter how many millions of copies there were without any way for Junko to recover them. The same goes for any traps and punishments Junko applied, but even then, she probably couldn't use those anyway. She may be a multitalented genius, but even she needs time to prepare the punishments before she can use them.

Leona : But hold on a second...Junko's Alter Ego has proven that it's capable usurping control from observer AI's like the Alter Ego and Usami. AI's that have notably similar properties and control as Monika. So couldn't Alter Ego Junko have usurped Monika's power from her, and gained some of her special control abilities over reality?

Hifumi: It wouldn't have mattered. During one of the many outsets of Doki Doki, Sayori becomes president of the Literature Club, and as a result, gains all of Monika's powers for herself, including her self-awareness and understanding of reality. Even while gone from the game, Monika was able to seize control again and stop Sayori from using her powers. So even if Junko COULD take Monika's abilities, Monika would still be infinitely more powerful than Junko, even if Junko was somehow able to completely erase her.

Leona: All in all, who was physically stronger, faster or smarter DID NOT MATTER at ALL for this fight. The real battle comes down to what is stronger between Junko's Alter Ego and Monika's advanced AI. Both are capable of distorting reality on a global scale and traveling at unfathomable speeds to any location they choose in an instant, but Monika had a number of noteworthy advantages.

Hifumi: At the end of the Jabberwock Killing Game, Junko was able to create a false reality by nearly resetting the game, but Monika is equally as capable of dong that too, as well as undermining such resets, and at least 50 times over if necessary.

Leona: And even if her strength did matter, Junko would never have had what she needed to get rid of Monika for good. 

Hifumi: She has stated repeatedly that she's able to live forever, even though her statements have been slightly contradicted a few times. Sayori, using her powers, followed her lead. In addition, Monika made several attempts to recover herself after being erased. This would have been successful if her Character File had survived, but she is still alive in the game as long as her essence is present.

Leona: And not only is Junko not capable of erasing entire realities like Monika is, even THAT wouldn't have been enough to get rid of her! She shouldn't be bound by causality or plot after having her character file erased because, in the world of DDLC, files create reality, time, causality, script, and other concepts. However, in the event that DDLC is erased, she writes the Player a letter suggesting that she is still alive and well and may return at any time.

Hifumi: Junko Enoshima is, or rather WAS, the most terrifying person imaginable, but even she and her infinite despair wisdom could not bypass Monika's omnipresence, mass-manipulation, acausailty or immortality.

Leona: Junko drove hard that Despair, but she got smacked in the face with some harsh "reality-"

Junko: 𐌉'𐌋𐌋 𐌂Ꝋ𐌌𐌄 𐌁𐌀𐌂𐌊 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌁𐌉𐌕𐌂𐋅𐌄𐌔, 𐌉 𐌔Ꮤ𐌄𐌀𐌐!

Hifumi & Leona: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!?

THE WINNER IS MONIKA!

[crestfallercanyon]

✨Tag Game Wednesday Thursday✨

Thanks for tagging me!! @jrooc — we’re talking music this week!

Name: crest

What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month? Bombay Bicycle Club just dethroned Remi Wolf because I keep listening to the same song on repeat lmao

What song do you know all the lyrics to? Several — but the songs I sing to loudest in the car are Street You Live On (Live Version) by Remi Wolf and Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals

What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don’t? Anything by NSYNC

If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be? The Japanese House or Glass Animals

What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists? I’m not surprised by any.

Favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately? I love music and this was genuinely me narrowing it down lol —

“I was thinking about who you are, Your delicate point of view, I was thinking about you — I’m not worried about where you are, Or who you will go home to, I’m just thinking about you.” Little Freak by Harry Styles (Honestly, Matilda by Harry Styles is also incredible too)

“While you were sleeping I turned up the dials, and I walled up your kingdom with radio wires…” This Empty Northern Hemisphere by Gregory Alan Isakov

“I know I shouldn’t need it but I want affection, know I shouldn’t want it but I need attention, Know I shouldn’t say it but I had to mention —“ Touching Yourself by Japanese Waterhouse

“I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse.” Mr. Rattlebone by Matt Maeson

Guilty pleasure band or song? Look, the Glee version of Smooth Criminal was fucking incredible and still holds up. Fight me.

Okay let’s talk fandom music:

Fave band or song you’ve discovered from a Fan Fic? This December (Slow) by Ricky Montgomery and @hamartian-cathexis showed me for Thomally: Take it Out on Me by White Lies

Fave Fanfic Playlist? I’ve only seen broken links to playlists I’ve read actually, so I don’t have one — But it sounds fun!

Fave Gallavich song? I’m going to be honest, I was going to say Basic Instinct but because of jrooc I listened to Thunder or Lightning and that IS a bop so I have the same answer:

Basic Instinct - The Acid OR It’s Thunder or Lightning by We Were Promised Jetpacks

Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? Usually! Unless it’s an artist I know I don’t like, I love finding new music.

What song do you think is Gallavich coded? I’m sorry I’m gonna be annoying and suggest a few

I Summon You — Spoon (which I feel like is actually in Shameless but I honestly can’t remember if my brain is tricking me on that or if that’s true)

Run My Mouth by Ra Ra Riot (more just Ian coded but I see it fitting Mickey too)

Also, for something that’s just kind of Shameless/Gallagher coded, I recommend Happy Family by Sundara Karma

(And Thank you for I need a forest fire - Bon Iver/James Blake because now it’s on my playlists btw)

What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today? Was gonna suggest Chappell Roan but I think she’s covered —

Talk it Up by Sammy Rae & the Friends is a jazzy bop, so there’s my rec to you ❤️

Now some tags!!!

@michellemisfit , @callivich , @mmmichyyy , @sam-loves-seb , @gallawitchxx , @mybrainismelted , and anyone else who wants to do this!

[soot-and-salt]

for the fanfic ask game: F and N!!!!

Hello anon!!

(Question from this list of fanfic author questions - come ask me more!)

F. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

This is so hard because writing dialogue is my favorite. Okay let's see. Off the top of my head I thought of:

"You," Vox growled as he sidled up next to Alastor. "Me," the Radio Demon replied with a special shit eating grin he kept in reserve only for him. He took another sip of the admittedly very nice whiskey (one point in this terrible club's favor, his internal review of the place jumping from minus 4 to minus 3 stars). Vox snapped his fingers at the bartender and a drink was put in his hand immediately. "Manners," Alastor chided. "You can tell so much about a person by how they treat waitstaff, you know." "Fuck you, first of all," Vox said, pointing the glass at him accusingly, "second of all, what the fuck are you of all people doing at the trendiest night club in the whole city? I thought you'd burn to a crisp like a vampire walking into a church if you set foot into a place that refused to act like culture stopped evolving after the Great Depression." Alastor huffed a laugh. "I'll have you know, my dear, that I enjoy an evening out every so often. I'm not a nun." "And, so, what? You guys picked here?" A disbelieving chuckle clung to his words, glitchy and warped. Vox leaned into Alastor's personal space a little, screen lighting up with one of his patented shark toothed grins. "I had no idea you were so fond of EDM music, must have missed that segment on your little radio program." Alastor refused to take a step back, instead letting his smile turn into something sleek and serpentine. "Oh, so you do listen to my program! I was wondering who's been writing me all that deranged fan mail lately, so good to find an answer to that little mystery!" Tinny canned laughter played through his static, a few whoops thrown in for good measure.

(sic)

"Pfft, lucky for you! If this place wasn't warded I'd beat your ass so hard they'd have to sell your hide as ground venison." Vox let his own internal studio audience ohhh at the insult, grin dripping with malice and pixelated saliva. The Radio Demon rolled his eyes, his monocle a shard of glittering red in the dark of the club, elbow leaned primly against the bartop. "My dear fellow, it would be a miracle if you could even lay a fingertip on me before I rend you down into scrap metal and sell you for pennies." Valentino slotted himself between them, angling for the bartenders attention. "Girls, girls, cut it out, you're both pretty."

It's from my radiostatic fic Betty Boop Then The Beat Drops which I'm still bizarrely fond of, even though I think it could be a better fic in places. The reason why I love this dialogue is because I think it's so SNAPPY. I love BANTER and Vox and Alastor do it SO damn well. They're both the very definition of catty bitches and they love to quip at each other. Alastor's snark is sharp and witty while Vox's is a little more bravado-heavy, but it works so well. This section was an absolute JOY to write. They're both so MEAN. Writing their snark lets me let out MY inner catty bitch and it's the best time ever.

The end bit with Valentino, who is bizarrely a RIOT to write, is just so absurdly funny that I can't help but include it. They're all fucking terrible and it makes for fantastic comedy.

Is there better, wittier, snappier dialogue in stuff like Fetch Quest or the Cursed Cat Alastor fic or the one where Valentino teaches Alastor gen z slang? Completely. But for whatever reason these two being dicks to each other here is so funny to me that I can't help but hold it dear. It just sounds like them, I can hear it so clearly in their voices. Now that's good television dialogue!

N. Is there a fic you wish something else would write (or finish) for you?

I'm not going to tag him here, because the good doctor just started his residency and he has enough going on (so tell him I said nice things!), but DEAR GOD do I wish I could pick Prince-liest's brain on how to write Vox in a sexy context. HOW DOES HIS BODY WORK???

I had a great idea for kink week back in June involving Vox and Alastor and I failed completely at writing it because I just could not figure out in my head how Vox's whole deal worked. It's mostly why I haven't written anything smutty in a radiostatic context yet. I'm utterly flummoxed on how to write Vox's body.

Prince is the fucking GOAT at it, though. His 666: Live On Air! series is FANTASTIC. Literally the gold standard for demented radiostatic and his Vox is exceptional. Prince absolutely understands how that weirdo's body works, in lots of different iterations even, and executes it flawlessly in his writing. Completely believable, completely makes sense. I bow down before him.

Don't get me wrong, I'll get there at some point, but MAN. Vox, buddy, the actual fuck are you, my guy. Prince, sir, doc, I don't know how you do it but I tip my proverbial hat to you.

[courtrecord]

hey, i’m riley rethal!

i’m a pharmacy student who enjoys ttrpg design and fanfic writing. currently my main interests are casablanca (1942), andor & ace attorney, with the mainstays of friends at the table, greek mythology, and Learning About Stuff always in the background.

my main social media is twitter, and i plan to stay on it as long as it’s viable, but i’m back on tumblr now too!

my ao3 is rib14, and i’ve written:

court record companion (5.9k, T) a collection of tweets, texts, posts, and articles surrounding the first 4 aa games

when the chips are down (28.5k, T) my narumitsu magnum opus; a canon-divergent story of disbarment

the ones who deal the cards (2.1k, G) trucy & kristoph have a totally normal conversation in the basement of the borscht bowl club

yours forever (14.3k, T) the life and loves of thalassa gramarye, told in letters and memories

history lesson (1.7k, G) a conversation between mon mothma and 14 year old leia organa, set during andor s1

a few more ideas (8.4k, T) a canon-divergent andor fic where a certain character survives and fake dates another character and also i can’t help but be a sucker for mon/tay

the tree remembers (4.4k, T) leia organa in the aftermath of the destruction of alderaan, reflecting and moving forward

also a bunch of jaceaddax one-shots for the fatt fans out there, but i’m assuming u all already know me lmao

i’m currently publishing what the future brings, a post-canon casablanca fic, and it would mean the world if u checked it out! victor/ilsa/rick is so important.

my ttrpgs can be found at metagame.itch.io, and here’s a few of my faves:

galactic 2e: a game of rebellion, relationships, and war among the stars (what if star wars was good?!)

venture & dungeon: two games with a new perspective on the high fantasy genre (i wrote venture, which is like, what if dnd was good, dungeon is by jay dragon of wanderhome fame)

doikayt: a jewish ttrpg anthology i co-organized! it’s a got a bunch of jewish themed games by jewish ttrpg designers

the riot starts: a gmless game about a revolution in the literal capitalist hell of the underworld, inspired by hadestown

it’s been a long, long time: a two-player ttrpg about characters who are in love, are separated, and finally reunite

i haven’t done a ton of game design in the past year, but my main current wips are an untitled resistance system game inspired by fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, and a game of card-based mini-games inspired by les mis called “music of a people”

so yeah, that’s me! i haven’t spent a lot of time on tumblr since 2015, so this will be an interesting experience. looking forward to posting with you all.

[charlieswanismydad]

about me !!!

links

drawn by the amazing @ghosttoastx !!! if you read this ily you’re never getting rid of me now

Hi!!! I’m Alice.

I do stuff. It’s pretty cool.

Enfp, hufflepuff, Capricorn Sun, Libra moon, Pisces rising, he/she, and more!! I’m also a non-partnering aromantic and gray asexual!

I stalk blogs I like, don’t be alarmed if I like a bunch of posts at once!! In fact, be happy!! I love you!!!!!

If you want to talk to me please do!!! I want more friends. Just keep in mind I am a 15 year old minor!

You have been warned!

DNI:

racists, homophobes, sexists, etc. general dni criteria ig

people who just hate for no reason!! (anti-furry, just hating on certain fandoms, etc. ticks me off!)

proshippers

frans/fontcest

exclusionists

radqueers

radfems

pro paras. go to therapy

nsfw (also sorta related to above, pro cnc/ageplay. go to therapy)

WIPS:

Wilting Flowers - My actual baby. My pride and joy. It’s imperfect but that’s okay.

The actual grim reaper falls in love with a mortal. I can’t do it justice, you’re just gonna have to trust me.

don’t break my heart - Shameless Sans fanfic. All of the self indulgence ever, but it brings me joy :) semi discontinued, might come back!

I love it man. It makes me so happy. Basically yn is an awkward dumbass and so is Sans and they fall in love and stuff :)

Fandoms:

My main fandoms are Twilight and Undertale (obv), but I’m in a bunch more!! :D

The Arc of a Scythe by Neil Shusterman

Harry Potter by Daniel Radcliffe (JK…)

Steven Universe by Rebecca Sugar

Doki Doki Literature Club by Dan Salvato

Omori by Omocat

Arcane by Riot Games

The Walten Files by Martin Walls

The Amazing Digital Circus by Glitch Studios

The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber (the book’s by Gaston Leroux but i haven’t read it lol)

Deltarune by Toby Fox (is that an anagram???)

Meet the Robinsons by Disney

And more that aren’t off the top of my head!! Just ask bros :)

I’m kinda obsessed with UTMV, soooo….

Fav AU - Insomnia (link to chapter 1)

Fav Sans - Dust by Ask-Dusttale and Geno by LoverofPiggies

Music:

Ranked by popularity, with my fave songs from each! Just like the fandoms, it's all over the place.

Taylor Swift - Haunted

Hozier - In The Woods Somewhere

Muse - Soldier's Poen

Mitski - Last Words of a Shooting Star

Will Wood - Suburbia Overture/Vampire Culture/Whatever the hell the name is idek anymore

Dazey and the Scouts - Maggot

The Oozes - I Still Adore You

Lemon Demon - Action Movie Hero Boy

Tally Hall/Miracle Musical - Misery Fell

Teddy Hyde - Terry’s Taxidermy

Destroy Boys - Crybaby

The Crane Wives - Little Soldiers

Steam Powered Giraffe - Malfunction

Writing Requests:

HEY SO HERES A FUN FACT: I WANT YOU TO ASK ME TO WRITE THINGS FOR YOU!! LIKE I LOVE THAT!!! I WILL WRITE YOU LITTLE ONESHOTS IF ITS A FANDOM IM IN!!! OR I CAN WRITE ABOUT MY CHARACTERS IF YOU’RE INTO THAT!!! JUST PLEASR PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME AAAAAAA

Things You Might Want to Be Aware Of:

i tend to isolate myself when i’m having a Big Sad™️ moment. please do not be mad if i act cold!!!

i’m a very empathic person and i get really upset around negativity. please do not send me or mention me in anything political or controversial.

i get in my head about disturbing/sexual things. once again, don’t show me this stuff. don’t ask me to write about it, either!!

i am uncomfortable around religious discussions. i get enough of them irl!!! please keep them away from me :')

i’ve got adhd and possible ocd so yeah and also my auditory processing sucksssss so if we ever interact on call or *gasp* irl then i’ll say “what?” every five seconds

books. @bunny-on-a-bookshelf for books.

i’m just a silly little girl who is also a boy. we have fun here

Tags:

(new so they haven’t been used much)

#mootie patooties - mutuals

#irl alice - real life shtuff

#reblogs - self explanatory

#alice writes sometimes - my writing!!!!

#skeleposting - undertale/utmv

#is that an anagram??? - deltarune

#sparkly - twilight

#im aspec BUT - simping, fangirling, i do a lot of it

#liveblogging homestuck - reading homestuck and making vague comments about it.

#ALL HAIL - welcome to nightvale stuff!!!

#rock n robinson - meet the robinsons

#musical automatons - steam powered giraffe!!!! the best band ever btwwwew

Moots:

I literally love you guys 😭😭

@donotreleasemeintothewild

@livforlive

@last-herondale

@hiro-doodlez

@sneakyfox55

@junessillywachingcorner

@popiollie

@toka-san

@wishtale-blogs

@italic-does-random-shit

@ghostboisonly

@just-let-me-call-myself-arson

@pizzatowne

@ghosttoastx

@thenocturnenarrator

@lelitachay

@paraska00

@tundra116

@blurboppz

@flesh-archivist

@matzahstein

@paranoid-radio

@martinibass

@drrobotnic

@sandwich2451

@blaster-fagot

[coolihatemakingpasswords]

Does anyone remember this one Happy Lowman fanfic where they meet this prison nurse with piercing blue eyes and it’s later revealed she has autism?

I’ve been trying to find it again, but it’s not anywhere. If anyone knows where it is I would love the link for it. It goes like this:

He protects her during a prison riot and than she goes to his moms and becomes a live in nurse for her. After he comes out they end up living together and becoming a couple and he actually tries to understand her autism and accommodate it. At one point her older sister has her committed, but the club is able to get her out by showing a marriage license between the two and she even makes a friend from the hospital. It does have that trope where she’s the only one that can get him to calm down.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

....has anybody written The Riot Club fanfic yet because I'm thinking about Hugo again.....

gif by @talesfromthecrypts

[indigo-scarf]

Draco and Dransy for the ask game please?

thanks for asking! (I'll try not to make this post too huge lol)

ask game here

💚 Draco

How I feel about this character: 

My precious little meow meow for 15 years (that's a crystal anniversary!). I actually can't explain how I feel about him without divulging my entire autobiography, but here are some relatable things we have in common:

being edgy because vulnerability is weak

going scorched earth sour grapes when rejected

jealous little attention whores

having done cruel things for said attention

impossible-to-please parental figure set in their callous ways and restrictive worldview

complicated feelings about Harry Potter

Sometimes I wonder if it's unhealthy to indulge such strong kinship with a character over mostly negative parts of both of us but anyway moving on

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

Pansy, Harry, Theodore, Luna, Goyle, Scabior, Borgin, Tom Riddle (in some really abusive way), Neville, Cedric, Remus, Sirius, Marcus Flint, Zacharias Smith, Cormac McLaggen, any random man off the street apparently. Astoria maybe.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

Narcissa! Love to project my mummy issues. And I also ship them incestuously, but that would still not be romantic, more just expressing mother-son affection in messed up ways.

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

He doesn't need to be redeemed to be lovable!!!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Canon is perfect the way it is. Get out of here with your deleted movie scenes, let him be a confused Slytherin mess.

I don't even really wish he had married Pansy, because despite her being my beloved princess I sort of like how much JKR hates her + I guess that would be narratively weird, unless Pansy's character had been given more attention all along/had a "horrible to questioning" arc of her own.

my OTP:

I refuse to pick one (you'd think I'd say Dransy, but I can think of so many reasons why they could break up lol).

my cross over ship:

Any of my other mean rich kid blorbos: Blair Waldorf, Sharpay Evans, Cheryl Blossom, August (Young Royals), Nathan (Life is Strange), Ryle (The Riot Club).

a headcanon fact:

He always has two birthday parties, one on the actual day (and it's a whole thing that it cannot flop due to exams) and a bigger one after term ends that marks the beginning of summer holidays.

💕 Dransy (aka racistflower, raciststars, or racistracist)

when I started shipping it if I did:

Last year. I genuinely don't know why I didn't ship it before, must be misogyny (and the fact that there are so few fanworks about it).

my thoughts:

I like mean rich kids and two of those together is chef's kiss. Also there are so many different directions you can go with this ship, from the most wholesome to the most abusive, all of which l find fun to explore.

What makes me happy about them:

The comfort of being childhood friends (even if I don't think their friendship was equal or entirely healthy) to lovers. Empathising with each other's dark side. Romanticising the dramatic ups and downs of potentially toxic fictional relationships. Going shopping.

What makes me sad about them:

That it's such a niche ship! Come on, it was literally canon for a while, what is wrong with society 😭

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

What fanfic? 😭 But I don't like it when Pansy is too sassy-confident, when Draco is too traditionally manly, or when either of them is explicitly forced into their ideology like they didn't enjoy being bigoted little shits.

things I look for in fanfic:

Being mean together, struggling to be kinder, (getting used to) being vulnerable with no one except each other, fighting because they refuse to be vulnerable, doing rich people things together, struggling to do non-rich people things... But I guess the most important thing is I'm just picky af about the characterisation vibes.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

Draco: Harry, Theodore, Luna, maybe Astoria

Pansy: Daphne, Marietta Edgecombe, maybe Lavender (but if she's black it gets rather complicated) + I once made up an OC that was Pansy's French gf

My happily ever after for them:

Luxurious travels around the world, until they're coastal grandparents with or without any grandchildren.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

They both want to be the little spoon, but sacrifices must be made, so they alternate.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Spa day! And taking Witch Weekly quizzes.

[lliinnkk]

I guess this is a fanfic?

I made a little thing inspired from Yuri's rain scene in his route, which you may be able to tell is arguably my favourite scene in the whole game. I haven't written anything in at least 5 years so I am out of practise and this is kind of just a rough draft but I wanted to put this out there anyway, especially since the tag is so dead :3 I could've continued it a bit more and I might do but I like the place I left it.

Since its an au from my daydreams tho, the main character is different and there are themes of paranoia/trauma

Please enjoy :)

I haven't titled yet but I guess I'll just call it Rain.

A long day at school meant a well-deserved lazy evening in bed. Faith could be found none other than under the covers, consumed by endless scrolling. Lights off and stomach full, a pause in the music from her headphones led Faith to notice her bedroom window. The curtains open, late September had turned the wind brutal and the skies dull. A thunderous sound accompanied the rioting of the orange leaves. It was raining. How long had she been in bed for exactly?

She sat up simply staring at the window for a moment, thanking no god in particular that she was safely indoors. Her thoughts hurried to the dolls, who were all out there somewhere, so she sent each a text to ask if they all had umbrellas. The thought of any of them being trapped in that havoc turned her stomach.

Before the bottled water could be raised to her lips came Lance's response. He was busy with his duties as the discipline guide and has already checked the weather forecast long in advance so the smartass had taken an umbrella when he left for school that morning. Who knows how many worst case scenarios he's already prepared a thousand solutions for?

Faith wasn't sure if the room had always been this chilly. The next reply came through as her head finally poked through the top of a fluffy white jumper: Tei apologised that he'd be home late from work again today, saying that the manager would lend him an umbrella. Yeonho was also dining at the cafe Tei worked at with some friends who offered to walk him home. Although Faith knew his friends to have overstepped a few boundaries, she trusted Yeonho wasn't so naive as to bring these people right to their doorstep. Maybe.

It was entertaining to mindlessly play with the settings on the bedside lamp. Bright and dim, flashing, fading, in and out. Forwards and backwards through the rainbow. Pink. Purple. Blue. Green. Yellow. Orange.

Red's reply came cheerily, explaining that the drama club members would walk home together, sharing coats and umbrellas and hats. It was cute the way he signed off with an emoji.

The droplets drummed against the glass, creating a methodical pattern of swirls and dots and lines. Fingers painted the transparent canvas with cats, dogs, stick men with top hats. The smiley face drooped and the whole artwork seemed to cry. Was the stick woman aware that her hair and her clothes and her body and her face were all crafted from tears and watery blackness?

The phone kept ringing. Perhaps if she kept ringing Yuri would reply eventually. Ringing and ringing and ringing. To admit, it wasn't strange for Yuri not to reply. He frequently came home late, spoke to strange women and showed off money from an unknown source. Everyone was used to his disappearances by now but Faith just couldn't shake the feeling that this might be the last time he disappears.

Time stood still yet raced ahead fast as light simultaneously. Pushing down those thoughts certainly wasn't an unfamiliar task, nor was it a pleasant one. Those thoughts of all the different ways you could lose everything you've ever loved all in the blink of an eye. Those thoughts of fighting, screaming, pleading, bleeding. Those thoughts of all the worst things happening all over again. Those thoughts of being left alone, all over again. All over again.

She turned the music up.

Escapism was the answer but it never lasted forever. Thoughts disappeared but feelings remained. Faith itched. She couldn't sit still. By the time the next song started, she found herself dressed at the door, armed with two umbrellas and a weapon.

Again, she welcomed the soft feelings of dread and anxiety, a dull ache she felt in her chest every time she went outside.

She turned the music up.

The rain didn't feel totally real, she thought, nestled under the clear round shelter of the umbrella. It was a small thing. Eyes fixed downwards at soaked feet, dodging hurriedly through roadside puddles. In truth, Faith wasn't even sure she could get to her destination if she was only staring downwards but this didn't seem to be a problem as her feet marched on determinedly, fully independent from the rest of her body.

Her world felt tiny, compressing, crushing her deep into herself. Distant from her body, she couldn't move, couldn't stop moving. Autonomous feet. Thoughts. Fear. Rain. Always rain.

She turned the music up.

Faith arrived at school. For a second, her body allowed herself to stop moving. She only noticed now that she was trembling all over. She left a damp trail up the stairs. It wasn't any warmer indoors.

Of all places, Yuri should be here. Pray to no god in particular if you're ever to look for him wherever the hell he goes to after school.

The volume couldn't possibly go up any higher. She turned the music up.

Uncertain of whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, Faith finally stood face to face with the music room door. She took her headphones off. The storm behind her hadn't calmed. She couldn't hear anything.

Is Yuri in that room? Maybe he is. Even if he is, what if he's not ok? Will opening this door welcome the sight of blood and tears and pain? Had Yuri gotten in a car accident on the way home? Was he mugged? Assaulted? Murdered? Kidnapped? All of the above?

This is stupid. That stuff didn't happen. Yuri's probably having the time of his life at a wild party right now. All this because of some rain? Seriously? It's just rain at the end of the day. There's only so much rain can do to you.

But if it's just rain then why isn't he answering? What could he possibly be doing with his phone on without answering the calls? It'd make more sense if he was at a party but considering the time, he couldn't have left school yet. Yuri is unpredictable and unexplainable but he takes his job as a teacher seriously and wouldn't be so irresponsible to run off and play.

He has to be in this room.

Frozen in place. What's beyond that door? Does Faith even want to see it? If she were so weak, she could go home right now, never to face the horrid truth awaiting. She could throw everything away, kill everyone and then herself, just to prevent them from witnessing the bloodbath shielded only by a plank of wood.

But what would be the point of coming? What's the point of thinking these thoughts if never to confirm their stupidity yourself? After all, whatever's beyond the door will still be there whether you witness it yourself or not.

There's no other choice. Gulping down a heaping portion of dread, Faith pushes open the door.

A tidal wave of relief morphs into shame. Warm golden light spills out, illuminating the scene of a man in an elegant black suit playing a grand piano against the rain's dreary dark backdrop. Slender fingers dance across white keys in precision, beautiful face caught in a focused expression, stopping every now and then to edit a page of sheet music. Peace.

An eternity passed by in a single second as Faith took in the view but she shied away from it to kneel off to the side where she couldn't be seen. The grip she holds on her weapon burns her hand. So stupid. Why is she here? She's lived in a much safer world now for so long yet she still isn't used to it.

No matter how much she fights for the present, the past can't change. She lost so much and still can't accept it.

A pause in the piano playing led Yuri to notice the open door. A quiet sound hid itself amongst the thunderous rioting of the rain. Someone was outside. How long had he been playing for exactly?

He turned the music off.

I hope you enjoyed reading!!! I had a lot of fun writing this and am so proud of it!!! ^^

[geezerwench]

[Hamilton Fandom] The HIV+ high school AU/cannibal mermaid Hamilton fanfiction incident self.HobbyDrama

submitted 3 years ago by iwasonceafangirl Best of 2019-20

I know I said I was going to do a writeup about YA Twitter drama next, but then I remembered that this is a thing that happened and I just had to post it here. I swear to god, I am not making any of this up.

This is one of those incidents that’s difficult to summarize because I honestly don’t even know where to begin. There’s so much to talk about that it’s almost overwhelming—sockpuppeting, medical fraud, false identities, and god-knows-what else all played a part in making this drama one of the biggest scandals in Tumblr history (or, at least, the biggest scandal that doesn’t involve illegally mailing body parts to people via the United States Postal Service. Don’t even ask.) Now, you may be thinking that the title probably makes more sense in context, but I can assure you that it absolutely does not. It’s just as insane as it sounds at first glance. To make it abundantly clear how nuts this whole debacle was, I should probably start by detailing Hamilton and its obsessive fandom.

Hamilton is a Broadway musical that came out a few years ago, and unless you live under a rock, you’ve probably heard someone at least mention it in passing. It’s one of the most successful shows in recent history, and it’s beloved by tumblr.com for a variety of reasons. The main, though not sole, reason is that it’s actually really good (and I say this as someone who isn’t a crazy theatre kid.) It focuses on the life of Alexander Hamilton from his arrival in the Thirteen Colonies to his death during a duel with Aaron Burr, and it’s all done surprisingly well for a musical that attempts to tell a story about the American Revolutionary War via rap battles. It’s one of the few shows in the world that can get away with including stage directions like “ELIZA BEATBOXES MATERNALLY” and still be taken completely seriously by both fans and critics.

Reason number two why Tumblr loves Hamilton is the same reason Tumblr loves the MCU and Superwholock and all the other franchises it obsesses over. There are lots of male characters and thus lots of potential slash ships (ships meaning relationships.) If you’re wondering why on Earth anyone would want to ship the Founding Fathers with one another… well, join the club. I have no idea. But some fans really liked the idea of Alexander Hamilton and [insert literally any other character] hooking up, so Hamilton the musical spawned an abundance of fan fiction and fan art featuring the signatories of the US Constitution. Keep in mind, though, that by Tumblr standards, this is not that weird. A little unusual, sure, and certainly less common than traditional fictional character shipping, but nobody’s really going to start a riot because people want John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton to have sex. This is Tumblr we’re talking about. Remember how I mentioned people mailing human body parts to one another? In comparison to those incidents, shipping the Founding Fathers is not that strange, so the rabid Hamilton fans were mostly ignored by the rest of the site. And this allowed their community to grow quite large. Nobody wanted to be the one to poke at the hornet’s nest that was the rapidly developing hive of Hamilton-obsessed fans, so they all just kind of let It be. And, in the complete absence of outside scrutiny, that community grew and grew and grew. By 2015, the amount of people who dedicated countless hours to writing Hamilton fic was far greater than anyone could have imagined.

One of the many Hamilton fics floating around on Tumblr was a piece entitled “To Scale the Blue Sky,” which was an alternate universe fanfic set in a high school. Again, taking the Founding Fathers and putting them in an American high school in the 1980s a la Clone High may sound bizarre, but that’s such a common fan fiction trope that people didn’t even question it. There are probably more high school AUs on Tumblr than there are stars in the sky at this point. The unique thing about “To Scale the Blue Sky,” though, was that it addressed an important issue affecting the LGBT community in the ‘80s: HIV and AIDS. This is a story in which Alexander Hamilton, the guy who appears on the $10 bill, gets HIV while in high school. And, ordinarily, this type of writing would have rung at least a few alarm bells; after all, fan fiction is generally not the best way to address the AIDS epidemic and the deaths resulting from its mismanagement. But “To Scale The Blue Sky” was cut some slack, partially because of who its authors were.

The main author of “To Scale The Blue Sky” was Israa, a nonbinary Chinese-Pakistani victim of sex trafficking. The other, mostly uncredited author was Israa’s wife Raj, a Catholic-Somali lesbian of color. Both were HIV+, and they ran a popular blog about how the disease impacted their lives, which was entitled hivliving. They used hivliving as a platform for activism, but also a way to share their personal experiences with various forms of trauma and discuss how being HIV+ has impacted them. They also occasionally used it to promote their fanfiction.

Unfortunately, just as hivliving was reaching the height of its popularity, Raj and/or Israa suffered some terrible, debilitating medical issue that left them in need of expensive medical treatment right away. A cash.me link was posted, and thousands of followers who credited the couple for educating them about HIV and helping them through their own diagnoses jumped at the chance to donate. And everything went exactly as planned, up until fellow Tumblr user digoxin-purpurpea noticed something was up with the cash.me.

Digoxin-purpurpea was another Hamilton fan, and she also went by the names digitalis, candiru, and cardiotoxin (this is less suspicious than it sounds; most Tumblr fanfic writers use different usernames for different fan fiction sites.) Under the blog name Cardiotoxin, digoxin-purpurpea messaged Israa and Raj shortly after the cash.me was posted, saying that she had a difficult time believing they were truly living in India, because the cash.me indicated they were within the United States. One thing led to another, and long story short, the mod of hivliving wound up making a huge confession: she didn’t live in India, and she didn’t have HIV. Israa and Raj don’t exist. The real person behind the blog, and behind “To Scale The Blue Sky,” was an American college student, Alix. That may not be her real name, but I’ll refer to her as such for the purpose of this post.

This, predictably, caused an uproar. Alix later tried to backtrack by saying that Israa and Raj were digital personas based on real people, but it later came out that not even that was true. Their lives and backstories were entirely made up just so Alix had an excuse to write HIV+ High School AU fan fiction about Alexander Hamilton without being judged too harshly for it. By pretending to be a woman with HIV+, she could deflect any questions about whether writing this type of thing is really okay by claiming that it was a coping mechanism to deal with her own disease. She also made up the additional sympathetic pieces of Israa and Raj’s tragic backstories because they made people more likely to feel bad for the couple and support them financially. Finally, their Somalian, Chinese, and Pakistani heritage allowed Alix, a white girl, to be put on lists of POC writers that she never would have been able to get onto had she not lied about her identity. Basically, Alix made up two entire people and started a HIV support blog exclusively to promote “To Scale the Blue Sky” and works like it.

Naturally, when it came out to everyone that Alix was a liar and Israa and Raj weren’t real people, a lot of fans were very upset, especially those who had donated to their bullshit cash.me. They demanded their money back, and Alix agreed to refund them, but that never actually happened. Meanwhile, other people started digging up dirt on Digoxin-purpurpea, as some people were concerned that she’d also been making things up in order to get rid of hivliving and boost her own popularity. What they found was, arguably, even stranger than a plot to reduce her competition by scrubbing hivliving from the internet—Digoxin-purpurpea was a relatively well-known author of real-person supernatural fanfiction. No, not Supernatural TV show fanfiction—I mean stories about ghosts, mermaids, and other mythical creatures, having sex with each other and real people.

At around the time Alix started asking for donations while posing as Israa and Raj, Digoxin-purpurpea was being criticized for various bizarre works she’d written, among them things like ghost!Hamilton erotica and at least one work in which Lin-Manuel Miranda, who plays Hamilton, is a cannibalistic mermaid. People quickly realized that Digoxin-purpurpea wasn’t dragging Alix for purely selfless reasons. Alix and her friends had made fun of Digoxin-purpurpea for her weird and “problematic” stories, so Digoxin-purpurpea exacted revenge by exposing Alix.

After this revelation, both Digoxin-purpurpea and Alix deleted the majority of their work, which was unsurprising, considering how much the rest of Tumblr was making fun of them. Hivliving shut down, which was to be expected, seeing as the people who ran the blog were actually one person who didn’t actually have HIV. And, finally, Tumblr learned a valuable lesson about donating to gofundmes and cash.mes without doing adequate research first. People continue to ask for money for various causes online, but Tumblr users are a lot more skeptical now, because you never know when that baby with cancer or that woman with cerebral palsy are actually just crazy Hamilton fans using medical conditions as an excuse to write stories about the Founding Fathers having unprotected sex in a high school.

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Wednesday Reading Meme - Nov 16 2022

What I've Read

Darth Maul: Son of Dathomir by Jeremy Barlow - A comic book that covers some plot that didn't make it into the end of the Clone Wars cartoon. I'm glad to have read this stuff, I think it would have been nice to see in the Solo movies that got killed by virtue of not being very good, I found the comic books heavy on plot and low on character moments. 

Ocean’s Echoby Everina Maxwell - A queer sci-fi romance between a very messy and charismatic aristocrat and a deeply intelligent solider with actual morals (something this military system tries to discourage). They fight crime! Aka, stop a military coup, discover the propaganda behind their understanding of a  past war, work for the good of some second-class citizens, and also fall in love a bit. I really enjoyed this - it's got a lot of plot and lots of chances to see both main characters reveal their core character traits in high tension situations. Many many chances for the main couple to be wildly into how competent their partner is. (I personally read one of the main couple as potentially autistic, but it's not explicit on the page bc scifi.)   I kind of adore how they play with the soulbond/psychic link element, dealing with all the ways it could be awful while allowing the characters to avoid it and form a connection on their own terms. I think this would actually be a great book for someone who does not like pyschic bonds at all in their fiction, weirdly enough! Maxwell does great books for couples who are stuck together through circumstances and come out triumphant on the other side with a deep appreciation for their partner's qualities as a person. 

What I'm Reading

2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson - "Hard" sci-fi in the sense that we're paying a lot of attention to quantum computers and their potential for murder!  Book club book that I think is actually interesting - I think now that I find the exploration of what sex and gender might be like in the future to be a bit cis-centric. (A large number of space-based people have longevity treatments that involve sex organ modification such that many, many of the characters can both inseminate someone else and become pregnant -the author does not seem to be interested in what that would mean for gender in space or on Earth?) I suspect there is a romance in here building but it's hard to pin down. Definitely one of those books where some readers will bounce off the main character "making stupid/bad choices."

To Seek and Find- Tamryn Eradani - This used to be Destiel fanfic and I cannot tell you how well it reads as a non-fandom book, because I'm definitely reading it as a fandom book. Kinky and cozy! Might technically be a novella and I will probably opt to purchase the next few books in the series. 

What I'll Read Next 

Library books in the house:

Maul: Lockdown - Joe Schreiber

The Whale Rider -Witi Ihimaera

Tiger's Daughter - K Arsenault Rivera

Riot Baby - Rochi Onyeuchi

The Silence of the Wilting Skin - Tlotlo Tsamaase

An Unkindness of Ghosts - Rivers Solomon

Recently purchased and need to read: NK Jemisin's The World We Make, Frey Marske's A Restless Truth, California Bones, the Grief of Stones by Katherine Addison, Raven Song by IA Ashcroft, Kraken's Sacrifice by Katee Robert, Even Though I Know the End by CL Polk 

Own but reminding myself - Penric's Demon! Get on that! Fansplaining podcast just described it as Venom-the-movie but in the middle ages, good god, ride that like you stole it. 

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YAYY THANKS FOR TAGGING MEEEE

Name(s): I go by Vriska on here but that is very much not my irl name lol. Some things about my actual name that doesn’t say what it is are that it’s an Indian name, ppl mispronounce it allll the time, & that it’s the name of a Hindu deity

Pronouns: I’m honestly not sure yet, but I’ve been leaning towards they/them or she/her recently. Still not sure whether I have a preference btwn those two yet 🤷🏽

Star sign: Capricorn!! My birthday’s in exactly a week lol

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any): I have none unfortunately

# of pets & their names: 1 currently! She’s a 10yo standard poodle named Holly, and she’s my little baby sister & I love her so so much. I did used to have 2 degus named stumpy and bumpy when I was like 4 tho

Fandoms: mcr, danger days, homestuck, she ra & the princesses of power, Percy Jackson/general riordanverse stuff, avatar the last airbender & the legend of korra, the owl house, the dragon prince, & my hero academia (though I haven’t watched any of the last 3 in a long time, or even finished them). I also used to be huge into warrior cats, but I fell off that train a while back

Favorite color: green, black, gray, blue

Favorite song: oh god ok. Uhhh prison by mcr, dive in by ptv, figure 8 by paramore, forty six and two by tool, sludge factory unplugged by aic, keep your eyes peeled by qotsa, & dogs by pink floyd are some of my favs rn, but that’s very much subject to change lmao

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!): Rick riordan, Becky chambers, Mackenzie Lee, Steve brusatte, Dan ozzi

Hobbies: reading, listening to and playing music, sewing, making friendship bracelets, occasionally writing

Favorite fic type: ooh I love hurt/comfort! And angst fics in general. I like fluff too ofc but I like when there’s a lot of fluff after some heavy angst scenes.

Favorite holiday: Halloween is obviously one of them, but I also like christmas (I like giving and receiving items and also putting stuff on the tree is fun), navratri (I love having a specific color for each day so I can dress according to that, & also one of the alternate names of one of the goddesses celebrated is my namesake lol), & diwali (just a really cool time. I visited my family in India for Diwali once and it was so so much fun! We got to set fireworks and the like, & I actually held a sparkler)

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!): not currently! I had my first partner from early September to late October, but we broke up. He & I are still friends tho so it’s cool.

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!: uhh i used to be able to unicycle, my dad went to middle & high school w/ the guys in they might be giants and when I was six we saw one of their shows & briefly hung out in their tour bus w/ them after, one of the ppl in my sci fi club was actually someone I had a math class with when I was like 10 or 12 (for me it was just my math class, for him it was an after school thing) & I didn’t realize it was him until the middle of the semester bc he’d transitioned since I last saw him, & I found a paramore shirt in the thrift store yesterday! I think it was Riot-era

tagging @ronispadez @tiredstressedemotionalmess @spinnychaircirclecasting @caffeineecold @just-another-bored-killjoy @k0smik0phobia @rockradiojunky @spookypaws @moderatelyluckypenny @dirteater69 @a-hundred-jewels @elk-scribbles @angelofmusings @nakaharaswife & anyone else who wants to join! No pressure ofc

I got bored so here's a little get-to-know-you tag game I think could be fun :3

Name(s)

Pronouns

Star sign

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any)

# of pets & their names

Fandoms

Favorite color

Favorite song

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!)

Hobbies

Favorite fic type

Favorite holiday

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!)

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!

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Name(s): Loki (highly preferred), Elye

Pronouns : they/them mostly, he/she okay too

Star sign: Pisces

# of siblings: I've got 2! An older sister and a younger sibling. The fun fact about them is that they're also both queer; in fact, my mom is too. The only non-queer person in my immediate family is my dad.

# of pets: 4 cats! Phoebe & Frankie are our girls, Lenny and Murray are our boys :3

Fandoms: MCU (kind of), BSD, OFMD, Ranboo (does his fanbase count as a fandom?)

Fav. color: Don't have one

Fav. song: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon

Fav. author: Alice Oseman

Hobbies: singing, acting, drawing, writing, procrastinating

Fav. fic type: Fluff, definitely. I am a sucker for well written coffee-shop and flower-shop aus, too. Smut's fine, but only if it's romantic. I can't do angst if there's no comfort.

Fav. Holiday: Hanukkah or Halloween! I love autumn and winter

Partners?: Yes! I have a girlfriend (queerplatonic) who I love very much, and a boyfriend (romantic) who I love very much :]

Fun facts:

- Even though I'm a cat person, I really, really want a dog.

- I actually used to play sports. Because I don't do gendered leagues anymore, I don't play, but I've been looking for mixed/gender-neutral/queer sports teams. Baseball and basketball specifically!

- I started questioning my identity in 2019; I'm no closer to finding a label now than I was then. The difference is, now I don't want a label. I just am. :]

tags: @neonganymede @cha0ticlesbian @x-chiara @exceleo @brinnybee @autistic-katara @gandalfthemorallygrey @ohboyanotherlokiblog @roachandrenfri @ourflagmeanslokius @exceleo @edettethegreat @swiftlyspidey