#so we're basically an island of trapped heat

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 1, day 8

MOAR ANIMATION WOOOOO

Today was a snow day so I got the day off and tomorrow is also a snow day so I got to stay up late doing even more animation :D

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

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MAAAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGH!

*sigh* Heheh...

*Kanata is unable to retain her professionalism for any longer, and she breaks down crying as she hugs her father for the first time in a long time.

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I'm...I'm sorry...That must have been hard for you.

It's not like I remember most of it...Besides...missing about 6 or 7 years of progress is nothing compared to the 15 you've been asleep for.

*It takes a while for Kanata to calm down, but Setsuka remains patient with the doctors. Even after she stops crying, Kanata holds onto Ando's hand, afraid to let go.

After I was resurrected by Zetsubou, I did what I could to try and put the pieces back together...A LOT has changed since we got abducted by the agents of Despair.

Thankfully, being a big Despair nerd, Tsumugi Shirogane had documents lying around on the complete history of the Killing Games since the Kibougamine one. That was how I came to know most people's names and details.

Well, we haven't been as busy as the Future Foundation outside of all that. I admit, it gets confusing for me once we get to the whole parallel universe stuff...

But...we don't have to worry about that for now. You two can take as much time as you want catching up and getting down to business later. For now, I need you to put these on.

*Setsuka suddenly produces a pair of hazmat suits for Kanata and Hikaru.

These?

Does...Mr Kinjo really intend to meet with us WITHIN the radiation zone!?

A base has been set up near the sight of the explosion and the Kisaragi Foundation have taken it upon themselves to send back the contamination. This kind of project could take up to a year or two of work, assuming we get all hands on deck.

So you see, he doesn't want to waste any time. Don't worry, we won't be down there for long.

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Hoo! Get a whiff of that toxic air!

*After they don the hazmat suits, Setsuka leads Hikaru and Kanata down the destruction and rubble where the Zetsubou base once was. The Kisaragi Foundation have a reinforced dome setup with a decontamination door. After having their suits sprayed, the three of them go through the airlocked doors inside, and take off their protective clothes.

It's amazing how quickly you get these places set up so quickly. This wasn't here under 24 hours ago...

These types of forts are made in advance and then basically carted over to wherever we need them. They're basically giant solid tents. It's been a while since they saw use though Operation Toxic Love was the last actual time before the Jabberwock Island denizens took care of the machine.

Hm?

Wh-What's wrong?

There looks to be some sort of heated conversation over there. I believe we should wait our turn...

*Setsuka raises her head to see what Ando's talking about. She indeed sees Tsurugi, Teruya, Mikako and Rei with a rather surprising customer.

Look Tsurugi, I get that you're paranoid, but the fact is-

The FACT, Teruya, is that it doesn't matter what's happened. She still has a lot to answer for, regardless of whose side she fought on the other day.

Standing in front of us is one of the most malicious criminals to ever walk the face of the earth. I'm willing to at least negotiate the situation, but we cannot forget that fact. One act of kindness does not undo all the harm she caused.

...

But she's clearly not the same person anymore! She hasn't shown a single sign of Despair creeping back in! Not only that, but she really came in clutch for us back when we were all fighting! I think it's safe to say we're on the same side by now.

While I do agree that a level of caution is necessary, I would also like to make an observation here...Taira came here of her own volition, and with no backup. Not even Yuki. Don't you think that's a sign that that she's trying to resolve this peacefully?

OR she's set a trap.

Oh my GOD!

I didn't say she HAS! I said she MIGHT have! Don't hold it against me for displaying a reasonable level of caution in front of an ULTIMATE DESPAIR!

Hey! Sorry to butt in, but...

Setsuka, you're back!

In record time too.

Foreboding Changes on the Horizon.

[Zetsubou Factory Remains: An Hour Later...]

You really think she'll be alright?

Hibiki Otonokoji's condition is perfectly stable. So long as she doesn't overexert herself, she'll be fine. Besides, Ms Akamatsu and Mrs and Mrs Kabuya are there to keep her company.

Assuming she intends on following up on what she was saying, I imagine she also plans on staying at the Future Foundation hereafter.

That's fine with me. I can visit when I can. Keep her company whenever she needs me.

Although, while I think TsunTsun would be fine with that, I think he called you here because he wants to have a real chat with you about your future.

???: Then I suppose that means we are here for the same reason.

!!???

Oh...Well look who it is!

...Hello...

Hope we didn't keep you guys waiting for too long. A lot of things came up back at the Foundation.

No, it's fine. I just got here myself. There were countless injured people at the Tower too.

...

...

*Hikaru and Kanata stare silently at one another, neither quite sure how to make the first move.

I...

...?

I heard you...I heard you got kidnapped and brainwashed by Zetsubou...Are you...feeling well?

Well...I know who to go to if something feels wrong...

I have some...advice...Rest when you feel tired...It may help to not lie flat...After lying down, bring your head up slowly...

...!

Try to walk each day...Avoid...h-heavy lifting until your doctor says it is okay...! Do not drive until your doctor says it is okay...! Ask your doctor if it is safe for you to...travel by plane...!

Oh...just get in there already!

Ah-!?

*Setsuka gently shoves Kanata towards her father. She stumbles a little until she's right in front of her.

...

I...

I don't know...what to say...About everything that's happened...I...I'm sorry you got...so caught up in this...!

It's not your fault...None of it ever was...You were always dealt the worst hand...

...I was in despair for weeks after I lost you...It's been 15 years...!

...!

*Ando quickly holds her head.

But no matter what pain I was subjected to...the thought that I might be able to see you again kept me going...But now that you're here...

Well, I'm not sure what to say either...You're so...t-tall...

Mgh...

[littledead-ridinghood]

For the fic ask game: fire, pain, hug

okay, I forget if the WIP thing is supposed to be an excerpt or just info on it or whatever. But I want to get my ideas out into the world and then be held accountable for writing them.

Fire:

He's always cold whenever the A/C rattles on in the background. Deep in his bones, past the muscles and tissues and fat; his marrow is packed with the icy chill leftover from running outside in the rain. It leaves this hollowing feeling in his biceps and thighs and ribs.

When it’s 30 degrees out, wind and rain whipping his windbreaker, he's not cold. He likes it. His skin and bones feel the same, and the hollow numbness of separation goes away.

He also likes lying in 80-degree heat like a cat on a lawn chair till his skin is ablaze with cancerous rays. His face and back will be a forest fire and it’s burning to the very roots of the woods temporarily killing the termites that are making their homes in the tree rings.

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This was just a little short snippet that I wrote on the verge of asleep (i.e. I was almost out and then *BAM* idea). I have no piece to shoehorn this into yet, but I imagine it's Ollie angsting about his time on the island and having to readjust to being part of "city life" again after years of isolation with only the forest to keep him company.

Pain:

Jason coughed like he was trying to gag up a lung. Bruce looked at him with terrified worry. Tim wanted to rub his back to help ease the pain but didn’t know who of the three of them would react the worst when his hand inevitably went through him. 

“Sorry,” his voice was ragged and small. “It’s the smoke. You know what they say about ghosts and killing blows."

He gave a soft laugh even though his eyes were a gray sort of sad; even though it wasn’t funny.

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I have...a lot of ghost!robin!Jason stuff. I'm a little obsessed with the idea of fragmented souls, and, well, it's a whole thing that I won't get into here. But the main interest pull is bby!Jason being trapped in that moment of murder as well as bby!Jason being So Sad with how the aftermath was handled because I need RESPITE and a little bit of fanon to carry on in life. VERY self-indulgent piece, and when I say that, I mean it. Way against the grain of my metas: pet names, tears, amicable relationships, but also it's my "rainy day" story where it's angsty, but not too complex in relationships because sometimes you just want everyone to get along for peace of mind. Basically a "rebonding of souls" fic. It's a metaphor or whatever.

Hug:

I don't have anything fully written for hug which is a little disconcerting but we're not gonna focus on that right now, but I do have a little hurt/comfort blurb.

Dick + Jay: it's a Joker's last laugh/Three Jokers mash-up (because even if the latter is...not good. Fabok's Jason is soooooo pretty and he should not have drawn Jason's retraumatization that beautiful so. What's that comic rule of thumb: you can read a bad arc with pretty art, but if the art is bad it kinda ruins the writing? ya, I'm a sucker 😔)

long story over-elaboration: Basically Dick walks in as they're beating him rather than Bruce and Barbara later and *kills**them*. Then it's just some nice "bringing your little brother back from gruesome psychological and physical torture dissociation" trope (a personal favorite of mine). Both going through their mental turmoils.

“Dickie, what’s wrong? Why am I bleeding?”

“You’re not bleeding.”

“Then you don’t have to be so worried. I’m okay.”

Dick let’s a hysterical choked laugh and rubs his hands over Jason’s face, clutching tightly at whatever he can hold. “You’re going to be okay. I promise. I’ll make sure of it”

(and then they hug sometime after that. I have this whole note added to the end of my storyline plot list that reads: "I hate how most of fandom plays the Last Laugh card because it’s usually written as a 'Ha! So There! You should be grateful, Jason!...'I just want to read something about JLL with some compassion, and not super guilt trippy." so that should give you some mindset over the story)

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What I'm "learning" about myself is that I write a lot of angst and also I've improved severely in my writing. Anyway, the very first one is gonna go squeezed into my night time daydream extended universe that I need to read about 50 more comic arcs before I ever begin dreaming about writing it. Soon. Soooooooon.