#fsssh

[koifsssh]

I have two sides in my brain,

One side says to post not more than 3 times a day because if I do I will annoy people,

The other side says "screw you, it's MY BLOG, and it's MY INSANITY, and if PEOPLE FOLLOWED ME, that's THEIR PROBLEM, RAHHHHH"

They fight constantly.

[realkaijuhours]

Fsssh

What's this eyeless fish doing in my inbox?

[friendball-irl]

Pelipper mail!

A shiny rotom plush, mow form.

{Quack.}

*Fsssh!*

{I know Flamethrower, asshole.}

[jentlemahae]

plot twist: the mv that rosé was filming is apparently for the weeknd and it's directed by lady gaga. no idea how true this is but the pinks are always doing random side quests so why not 😭

…..sure why not ? fsssh this video sounds more complicated and random the more we find out about it 😭😭

[randomkrabz]

Who Are you. (threat)

"Fuuhhh! sshhh! Wooo, husss, FSSSH, huu! (I'm The Almighty Sir Ewer! Ruler of teapots! And the most, mightiest, MAGNIFICENT, leader ever is!)

"Fuuu, ffsssh! Whoo Whoo! (Dare to step a foot onto my platform, and I'll make sure my army will flatten you intruders! HA HA!)"

[beingatoaster]

Hester: 2, 10, 20, 35; Ryxtlin: 5, 11, 21, 29; Fsssh: 4, 12, 26, 37; Kolya: 1, 7, 32, 40; Jedda: 8, 18, 33, 38; Isgrac The Returned: 9, 14, 28 (once it's on the spell list), 37?

Here we are! :D

Hester

2. what’s their current hairstyle? has it changed? do they change it often?

Her hair is currently long and tangled and matted, which is its usual state. Sometimes she hacks it short, when it frustrates her, but it always grows out again. She's not any good at keeping it tidy even when she's in a state where she can do so, so it just... grows, and tangles, and eventually matts.

10. would they sneak out at night to look at the sky? how long would they stay there looking?

Sometimes Hester will, when her head doesn't hurt too much. It clears it sometimes when it's just a minor ache, staring up at the stars for ages. If she does go out to do that, she stays there all night.

20. do they like to keep plants/growing things in their space?

She thinks... maybe she did? once? In the life that doesn't exist anymore, she vaguely remembers bright little water plants, if plants is what they were, though she has no idea if they were in her space or she was in theirs. These days... somehow they always end up destroyed when the headaches get too bad, if she tries.

35. do they sing with their head voice or their chest voice?

She doesn't like music. Or maybe the voice doesn't like music, but it can't be the voice, because it makes her head hurt to hear it. Given the way the migraines grow when she can't escape the sound... she doesn't try to sing.

***

Ryxtlin

5. if they wear any, how does your character go about applying makeup? (methodically, nervously, messily, etc)

She doesn't much go for makeup, but she has tried scale polish and horn polish before! They were fairly nervous and uncertain applications because she was not super familiar, and they stained some perfectly good robes, so she has decided that they were too much work.

11. how do they feel about casual endearments? (babe, etc)

I think Ryxtlin would be super tsundere about it, honestly--she'd gripe and protest, but secretly be very pleased that someone liked her enough to do that.

21. do they touch or mess with their hair/horns a lot?

Not a whole lot! Once she gets a hat properly settled on the horns (she's usually had to cut horn-holes in it, which has the side benefit of making it more secure once placed), she doesn't mess with it, because she doesn't want to have to do that again.

29. if they wear any, where did they get their jewelry?

Any jewelry Ryxtlin wears would be a prize, justly won or taken. Maybe not by the standards of the local law, but by her personal standards, anyway. Unless they were gifts from friends, which I don't know has happened, but would make them even MORE valuable prizes to carry and display.

***

Fsssh

4. would your character sing along to a vaguely familiar song, even if they messed up the lyrics as they went?

As long as no one told him not to, and there wasn't anyone authoritative around to be annoyed by it! He would only be able to sing along if he'd heard it before, so he figures most people would understand that the incorrect lyrics aren't his fault, anyway. He would be happy to take their corrections!

12. what color would they paint their room? would there be a design on the ceiling?

Fsssh wouldn't really think of painting a room, especially if it had nice wood walls--he likes nice natural wood patterns. But if the room was the kind of gross that needed repainting, he'd probably pick something nice and cheerful, like a light blue or yellow. Diagrams on the ceiling would be fun, but he wouldn't think of it on his own, someone would have to suggest it.

26. do they write in their books? do they mind other people writing in their books? what do they write?

If it's HIS book and not one that he's borrowed, yes, he makes notes in his books all the time. And he doesn't mind other people writing in his so long as they don't mark anything (original text or his own notes) in the process. He writes notes on the text and sometimes commentary in the margin, and obessively corrects anything he knows to be wrong (not by striking it out, he doesn't get to do that either, but by writing a detailed correction in tiny font in the margins and then drawing a line over to the incorrect bit).

37. how would they pass the time on a train?

It depends on how lively the train car was. If everyone was quiet, he'd mostly read, but if people were chatting and talking, he'd people-watch! He wouldn't get involved in conversations unelss invited, but he always loves a chance to put new stuff in the Memory Banks.

***

Kolya

1. what kind of clothing does your character like to wear? do they have a style? anything they avoid wearing?

She loves anything flashy, bright, and expensive, though it has to fit some requirements--no or minimal sleeves, nothing long on her legs either, and it can't either be so tight as to be binding in action or so long and drapy as to get in the way. Between those ranges, anything goes, so long as it's eye-catching and draws attention.

7. how would they react to eating something that was spicier than they expected it to be?

Spitting and a lot of that cat lip-curl... a pause while she drinks water... and then diving anew into the food, because now it's a CHALLENGE.

32. can they play darts? would they?

Can she? I've never rolled her stats, but I know she's largely a Strength-based build, so probably not well. WILL she? Of course! She just needs to keep practicing, and she WILL practice every opportunity she's able. Especially if it's a competition.

40. if their mattress became uncomfortable as time passed, would they notice it? would they do anything about it?

Oh, she'd definitely notice, and would remedy it as soon as possible. Kolya CAN sleep rough, but why do that when she doesn't have to? She should have luxury whenever the opportunity presents itself.

***

Jedda

8. are their hands steady?

Yes! She's one of those people where when she's scared or nervous, the world narrows down and she paradoxically gets steadier.

18. would they sing a lullaby, if the opportunity arose?

She grew up with a bunch of niblings on a houseboat, so she has a lot of practice, and honestly would LOVE the opportunity to sing one for her group. In fact, maybe that's what the wizard needs for her sleep problems....

33. where are they in a group hug? (dead center, outside, etc)

Well, going by recent in-game events, the nucleus, because she's usually the instigator, and everyone else gathered around after she hugged the first person both times it happened. (Being the shortest of the group also contributes. She might be on the outside more in an all-halfling group!)

38. do they bother to clean ink/chalk/gunpowder/etc off of their fingers? are they likely to forget it’s there and smudge their nose?

Oh, she absolutely forgets and smudges herself up, at least if it's any kind of attention-grabbing situation. The fate of the ship, or the successful completion of the letter, is more important than a little bit of smearing!

***

Isgrac

9. if someone gave them flowers, what would they do with them?

Previously answered!

14. do they tend to run hot or cold? do they do anything to deal with that?

Isgrac is actually pretty insensitive to temperature. She probably LOOKS like she runs cold because she wears so many knits and layers, but that's just because that's what she's used to wearing after spending all her life in the mountains. She doesn't notice that she's hot in them, though, really, unless she gets grossly sweaty (and at that point it's usually post-fight and she's gross in so many ways that temperature doesn't register). She likes bundling up, but it's honestly more an emotional response than a temperature response. She couldn't tell you which way she ran if asked, temperature is just... an irrelevant variable to her unless it's really, really intense.

28. if they can fly, how do they feel in the moment their feet touch the ground again?

I suspect she'd feel both relieved (that she doesn't have to worry about concentration breaking and being knocked out of the sky) and disappointed (that she's not high up above everything, able to see the big picture so much more clearly). I think she is going to LIKE flying outside of a combat situation a whole lot, so if there's no danger present, it's just the disappointment.

37. how would they pass the time on a train?

Almost certainly reading, unless someone was there willing to be infodumped at, in which case she could also spend a couple happy hours with a captive audience!

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(ii)

NOOO!

*It happens like a flash. A white bullet-like object suddenly comes crashing in through the wall of the control deck, drops and rolls until it stands in the middle of the room. Before she can do anything about it, the new white Monobear spins around, brandishing a revolver, and shoots Miu dead in the stomach!

Oh! But the barrier shouldn't have allowed that! Haha...You wouldn't know...

Gugh...Ngh...

*Now starting to bleed from the mouth, Miu clutches her bullet wound and collapses against the cannons tower.

*SHUUUNK!*

AUAUGH!

!!!??

*The white bear slowly stalks towards her, then unsheathes a pair of claws and stabs her in the abdomen with them.

Such delicious despair, isn't it? To come so far, and yet right at the final hurdle, you find an enemy who is immune to your tacky Future Foundation technology...

*The monitors of the control deck start to flash, and Junko's smug visage appears on them.

I'm ALREADY in the system baby! I could have destroyed this tower any time I wanted to. I knew your plan right from the very beginning. That you would eventually resort to this and end up right here.

And everyone will watch as you, an utter DISGRACE to the world, will lie dead atop yet another failed plan.

...!?

...

...!?

*Blood starts to seep heavily out of Miu's body through the combination of both wounds.

It's fun to be the walking gag until you get killed...So hurry up and get killed already...!

Don't...*WHEEZE!* Don't be...fucking...stupid...

Maybe you're right...Maybe I AM a sad sack who can't get anything right...But you know what the number...ugh...one rule of inventing is?

We learn from our failures...If something ain't working out, we try it again until we get it right...

So no...I'm not gonna give up...I've got a whole life of failures ahead o' me...! You aren't gonna take it away...!

You're an idiot! I'm the Ultimate Analytical Prowess.

I know your inventions, traps and talent in and out! There is nothing you can do that I won't see coming! No device that would-

HUAAAAAGGH!

*SHUNK!* *BZZZTT!* *FZZZT!*

WAIT, WHAT THE FUUUUAAAAAȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺȺĦĦĦĦ!!??

RRRUGH!

*SMACK!*

OOGH!

Didn't see HER coming though, did ya bitch!?

THHHPPPPPHHHT!

*CRAAACCK!* *FSSSH!*

*Junko is blissfully caught off guard as little Natsumi Kuzuryu grabs one of Miu's electrotools, sneaks up from behind, and jams it into Shirokuma's neck! Miu throws the bear off her, and grabs her Electrohammer, flattening the white bears body beneath it while Natsumi blows a raspberry.

Hnggh...

*SMAAAAAAAAASSH!*

!!!??

!!!??

Heh...Ok...A surprise...But it's too late anyway...!

FRGH!

*RIP!*

Iruma's Finest Hour: Part 3.

*PTCHOO!* *PTCHOO!* *PTCHOO!*

BUAGH! AGH!?

Yeah! You ain't touchin' these babies! OR this baby!

Mrrrgh!

*WHACK!* *SLASH!*

ACK!

*PTCHOO!*

*Now fending for herself as she ascends the tower to the big gun up top, Monokuma's rush down and sack the Ultimate Inventor, with only a few of them getting shot down before they're forced to pursue her.

Hoh...Hoh...! Hoh...!

PUHUHUHUHU! READY TO DIE!?

Huh?

*ffzzzzzz...*

...!

OH SHIT-

*BOOOONNGGGG!* *FZZZZZRRRT!*

*When the Monokuma's attempt to pursue Miu after she has led them around a corner, they are met with nothing more than a dead end. A bit too late, they discover an Electrobomb at their feet. Before they can destroy it, it explodes, rendering them all inoperable.

Phew...

...

*Miu and Natsumi poke their heads out of the floor grate and continue until they get to the console room. With Big Bang Monokuma now so close, the entire infrastructure of the Tower starts to shake and crumble.

_______________________________________________________

HAH! Made it! Oh, good thing I'm a genius!

Haha!

Mona: Miu! Give me a status report!

We made it! The kid and I got up here in one piece. How are the rest of you.

Keebo: Emeleven and I are trying to hold off Big Bang, but the AI inside must know we're trying to slow it down. We're doing the best we can, but it'll be on you in seconds if you don't hurry!

Taichi: Are you sure this will work?

I've never tested this weapon at full power before! I know we're short on time, but I need you guys to buy me some!

Mona: Don't worry. Charging sequence has been initiated. The energy will be shooting up to you.

Hikaru: I am ready as well. Though I definitely need help manning this machinery.

The scientists will have your back. Now let's get to work people.

Hngh...

Don't worry kid...It'll be alright...

*Miu takes Natsumi off her back and places her down on the control deck. The ultimate weapon of the Tower emerges from the ground hatch after the inventor presses a few buttons on the console.

Right...Now we gotta get this thing to the roof...

Mm...

Don't worry. No one's gonna come up and bother us. I laid some traps down beforehand.

You can't see it, but there's an electronic barrier in a dome shape around this room that the enemies can't get through. They'll explode if they try.

*Miu starts plugging wires into the cannon, then smacks a button on the control deck. The floor beneath the cannon starts to rise, and slowly it's carried to the roof.

Mii-Yu: Big Bang Monokuma will be on us in T-1 minute and 30 seconds.

Come on you guys! Hurry!

Keebo: Wait...Miu watch out! someⱦħīꞥꞡ'ꞩ ħēⱥđīꞥꞡ ɏꝋᵾɍ ⱳⱥɏ!

Wait, what?

Mona: Ꝋᵾɍ ȼꝋᵯᵯꞩ ⱥɍē ƀēīꞥꞡ ⱦⱥᵯꝑēɍēđ ⱳīⱦħ! Ⱦħēɏ ᵯᵾꞩⱦ んﾑ√乇 ᄃﾑひムんｲ の刀!

Keebo: ጮጎ፱! ልርኡ!?

KEEBO!? MONA!? ANYONE!?

*SMMAAAAAAAASSH!*

!!!??

RAAWRR!

*BANG!*

AGH-!?

[empiressmpheadcanon]

qnother silly guy headcannon from me! mythlands language is literally just loony tunes sfx. thats it. thats all. pov your bestie is comforting you after joels sick diss track and he drops the "fsssh woop clang cat scream" what u do -🍒

KHDKEHDKJWHEDKWJEHDKWJE

[mp100fanworkstranslation]

A mixup in the Timeline: Part 3

Part 1 here Part 2 here

By Flamingojump Back to the 14 yr olds

Smol! Reigen: Eh? Mob didnt bring his laptop today? I can’t seem to find it.

SFX: Drawers opening and closing.

Smol Mob thinks: Ah, there’s a photoboard here too. Did master put this one together too? Even now, It feels so surreal. Mob touches his own head. 

Smol Mob feels uneasy

Smol Mob thinks: This photo of adult me. I’m ...really....tall?!

..... I wish I can get a better look

Ah! 

Mob thinks: It’s bleeding. I got cut by a sharp bit of wood on the edge of the board.

Smol Reigen: Ah! what did you do?! It’s bleeding!  Wait! I have some bandaids!

Smol Reigen: So,... Little Mob, I was just thinking. Recently me and Mob went out to an exorcism that turned out to be nothing at all. Smol Mob thinks: He called me “little mob” Smol Reigen continues: But I keep getting the feeling that there’s something more to the place. If it’s okay with you, do you mind going with me?  Smol Mob: Ah...Oh yeah, that’s fine. Smol Reigen: That’s great! Thank you! Lets go together!  (Caption: Warm smile) Smol Mob thinks: M...Master... I’ve never seen him smile like that... even if he’s a lot smaller.  SFX: Heart pounding.  Ah.....um....ah.....

Back to the Adults

Reigen: I see.... So at the time, you were using your laptop and and you remember the screen flashing. And after that, you found yourself here, outside the office. Do you remember seeing or experiencing anything else out of the ordinary besides that?

Mob: No.

I don’t recall. That is, moments directly before and after I found myself here are completely blank. I don’t remember them at all. 

Reigen thinks: That’s absurd. But nevertheless, he doesn’t seem like he’s lying. On top of that, this man is also Mob, so I don’t think he would lie.  Reigen says to Mob: Well.... that’s all the information we have for now. If you think of anything else, let me know. 

Reigen continues to talk offscreen: Honestly, we have nothing to go on.  There is a Tck! Sound as a cut opens up on Mob’s finger.  Mob realizes something. (If his counterpart gets hurt, he will too. Meaning that if something happens to Reigen, his Little Reigen will get hurt too.)

Reigen continues to talk: Dwelling on this isn’t helpful. Just to be safe, I’m going to go to the place Mob was going before coming here, just to check. You’re welcome to come with me. 

That pla~~

Caption: Mob grabs his arm tightly

Mob: We can go, but DO NOT leave my side. 

SFX: FSSSH Reigen thinks: Does this Mob have no concept of personal space?  Caption: He’s stopped using honorifics again and Reigen is too intimidated to correct him.  By Flamingojump on twitter

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Okay but with the whole “Summer Rose is the Hound” theory...why. Why does anyone think that? I’m honestly curious as to where it came from. There is not one single shred of evidence. There isn’t so much as a second of implication on or offscreen. And don’t get me wrong, its a deliciously fucked-up theory if it were true, but there’s no precedent for it. I love theorycrafting as much as anyone but like...there needs to be some evidence or driving reason for it beyond “hey, wouldn’t this be fucked?”

My sister and I were tossing around facts with it and here’s what we’ve come up with so far.

1. If Salem just like, fucking dunked Summer in the Grimm Goop like a donut or something, that would’ve been over a decade ago, otherwise she would’ve made the Hound with Summer’s decayed corpse. Ruby’s a teenager now, her mom would’ve died as much as 15 years ago. She’d be bones.

2. The Hound is very explicitly a new creature. Cinder’s reaction upon seeing it is “What the fuck is that thing,” not “Why did you bring the dog?” Cinder has been living with Salem for at least a few years now, so she’d know if Salem had Grimm-dunked a prisoner or something. We never see the Hound lurking around Salem in the scenes in her home tower. Salem calls it an experiment. Ozpin clearly isn’t prepared for it. Its new. See above point about Summer being dead or captured at least a decade ago.

3. If dunking a human into Grimm Goop results in the Hound, then the Hound should be Torchwick if its anyone. He died the most recently. He worked for Salem. Let us see Torchwick in Maya you cowards.

4. The only reason Salem herself survived falling into the Grimm Goop is because she’s immortal. Jinn calls the pools of Grimm a “force of pure destruction” and when a tree and dirt falls into the stream of Grimm Goop flowing to Atlas, they dissolve like the Grimm Goop is acid. Arguably, if you dunk someone in it then that just works on the same principle. Like Gollum falling into the lava at the end of Return of the King. Just fsssh, the whole person’s gone. Not even bones are left.

5. We literally seem to have manifested this “Summer Rose is the Hound” theory out of pure wishful thinking. I want to see her too, guys, and I want to know what happened, but I don’t think that’s how they’re going to go about it.

6. (edit) Everyone in the notes telling me that its the whole “Red Riding Hood” allusion and the Hound is the Wolf that ate Grandma, with Ruby’s mom being the grandma in that scenario, is committing BLATANT Maria erasure and I will not stand for it. I mean, the logic behind the idea is totally sound, but I’m pretty sure Maria is the grandma in Ruby’s Little Red Riding Hood metaphor, since, you know, she’s a SEW too and was defeated by the biggest bad of them all, which Ruby is now facing.

[angelictyphoon]

From the past they can capture an approximation of the future– with less suffering this time. There are many such towns in No Man’s Land just like the one he recalled for everyone present in the room. Zazie had once deemed the two Independents wandering the desert Bystanders, and they weren’t entirely wrong. He watched them. Humans, clawing and fighting their way from the broken bellies of their ships and shaping towns and cities from fallen remains.

Plants, Independent or not, have the privilege of watching the sort of progression that takes humans generations to achieve. 

Vash won’t speak for his sisters, but their reaction is telling. 

Hopefully Nicholas enjoyed the light show. If not that, then the motes of fondness and affection he passes along as he brushes their fingertips together while Wolfwood recomposes himself.

Even if he scrunches his nose indignantly when Nicholas touches him in turn with sticky sweet fingers. Followed up by a kiss, which makes him feel a tiny bit better (kisses from Wolfwood always do), but like hell he’s going to show it now. So Vash continues to stand there, arms folded over his chest, rubbing at his now-tacky nose with the back of his thumb, and then rubbing the rest of his face too, since Nicholas hadn’t felt like being shy. All while still scrunching.

“Haha,” he laughs flatly, plus a mutter-threat of something resembling, we’ll see who leaves who with something on their face later. Let Wolfwood simmer on that and see how he likes it. 

“They’re like…Little mister thingies. To help water the plants. Not those Plants.” Vash gestures vaguely in the Dependents' direction as part of his explanation to clarify the one thing that did not, in fact, need clarifying. He tries to picture the closest everyday object he can compare atomizers to. 

“Think… a bunch of perfume bottles poking out of a water line. Except, instead of perfume, it’ll just spray water. Fsssh.” Vash wiggles his fingers, then claps his hands together enthusiastically. He rotates above the waist to angle towards his sisters. “No such thing as free room and board, huh?”

The two Plants watching them continue to float leisurely in their bulbs without offering any meaningful input as far as the potential exchange of goods and services. Not the sort of thing most Dependents typically worry about, it’s true, but they offer perfectly synced and closed-eyed, eerily wide grins nonetheless.

 “Odds are we’ll stumble on some equipment if we just keep poking around.”

"Hm—"

Vash darts in to take his bites, and Wolfwood is thoroughly distracted. Because of course he is distracted. He sees what the spikey menace is up to and he falls right for it, leaning in to take matching chomps on opposite sides (albeit with a laughing-grumbling 'jackass' here and there). So what if they come close to nipping each other? It wouldn't be the first time.

So what if he makes direct eye contact while rasping pulp with his teeth or catching dribbles with his tongue? It's not like his ears or face feel hot or anything.

Nope. Not in the slightest.

Before long there is little left but a piece of stem and a mostly flat (and definitely nibbled) mango pit…and a sheen of juices and stringy bits.

Fortunately, the excited vibration from the Dependents is an imperative distraction. Excitement pulses through the room, palpable enough to take Nicholas' breath with the sudden onrush of—not adrenaline, not exactly, but a joyous thrill so intense that it is almost alien.

Almost. Simultaneously familiar, but from something far-flung and close at hand in the same beat.

"—uh, yeah. All'a that. I don't, uh."

One blink. Two. He has been staring wide-eyed (and open-mouthed) without realizing it, both at the Plants' mind-bending display of pulsing color and light, chromatophores and glow undulating in colors he doesn't have words for, and at Vash's dazzling hope.

And so much more. A glimpse of a glimpse at the notion of a future. It's moving. Beautiful, his brain dumbly supplies, ping-ponging around a vague understanding of what it is that Vash is suggesting they do right here and right now.

With a solid click he shuts his gawping maw, promptly plucking another fruit from the vine—something a little smaller, a little more manageable, bright fuchsia-blotched yellow outside and vibrant pink inside. The guava gives, an explosion of sweet and texture jangling his senses, bringing him back to the immediate.

Chomp, chew, he regains some composure, some focus.

He reaches out to poke the point of Vash's nose with a fruit juicy fingertip, seizing on the scattered threads of thought as his heart flutters obnoxiously in its cage.

A pause, and then he leans over to (noisily) kiss Vash's cheek.

"Got somethin' on your face," he snickers.

"I don't know what I'll be lookin' for, but point the way, we'll get the water set up. Least we can do in trade for breakfast, hm?"

And lunch. And more. Maybe for days.

[davidfavrod]

Fsshh fsssh

2021, drawing size : 15 x 12 cm, paper size : 16 x 13 cm, 50 x 50 cm framed.

[krizaland]

I literally just got broken up with and I’m heartbroken but I would honestly love if you could do both the tallest x reader ( both of them like the reader)comforting the reader after they get dumped please 😢it would really mean a lot

I’m so sorry that happened to you, Anon! Breakups are the worst! I hope this will cheer you up! I love you and I’ll be here for you no matter what!

SLAM!

Your bedroom door slammed behind you as you threw yourself onto your bed.

You let out a loud sob as you buried your face into your pillow.

“How could they do this to me?!”

Your S/O meant everything to you! You never thought for a split second they would throw you aside like garbage!

You felt like you heart had been ripped out and shattered to pieces! All you could do was cry and hope that the pain would cease soon.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

You jumped as your Irken wrist communicator went off.

As sad as you were, you knew you couldn’t ignore a call from the Tallest. You never forgot the day that they sent out half of the Irken army to find you after you accidentally left your communicator at skool.

You peeled your face off of your pillow and dried your tears.

“Y/N! Come in, Y/N!” Red’s voice echoed as the communicator crackled to life.

“Can you hear us, Y/N?” Purple asked as he stuffed his face with donuts.

“Hey guys...” You greeted. You tried to sound cheerful but your face said otherwise.

“Ah, Y/N- Wait. Are you alright?” Red asked as he noticed your puffy tear stained cheeks.

“Why is your face all...leaky?” Purple added as he continued to eat.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” You sniffled as you wiped away a few stray tears.

“You don’t seem fine.” Red’s eyes narrowed.

“Yeah! Why is your face leaky?!” Purple demanded as he gestured to your face.

As much as you didn’t want to burden either Tallest with your problems, you couldn’t hold back your tears any longer.

“S/O....Dumped me!” You choked out as you burst into tears.

Red’s eyes widened in shock and Purple nearly choked on his donuts.

“S/O dumped you?! But how can that be?! I thought they loved you!” Red gasped.

Purple spluttered out gibberish for a moment as he struggled to regain his composure.

“I don’t know either! All I know is that I can never love again!” You wailed as you buried your face in your hands

“Never love again?!” Both Red and Purple exchanged horrified glances.

“Now, let’s not be too hasty! They were just one insignificant peasant! You can’t just give up on love just because some fool couldn’t see your value!” Red chuckled nervously as he clasped his hands.

“Let’s just blow them up!” Purple insisted 

“Not yet...” Red hissed as he shot Purple glare.

He then turned his attention back to you.

“Please don’t blow them up! I know you’re both upset but that doesn’t mean my ex deserves to die.” You begged.

“Don’t worry we won’t do such a thing!” Red lied as he flashed you an innocent grin.

“Aww! I wanted to blow S/O up-OW!” Purple whined as Red slapped him upside the head.

“Anyway, that foolish peasant doesn’t deserve your tears! You are far far superior in every way!” Red assured as he pointed to you.

“Yeah! You deserve so much better!” Purple added as he rubbed his sore head.

“I appreciate it but I don’t think I’m that-”

“Don’t even think about talking badly about yourself. You are superior and you know it!” Red insisted as he put his hands on his hips.

“We wouldn’t talk to some inferior peasant!” Purple added as he pointed to the ceiling.

“I guess you’re right about that.” You blushed as you rubbed the back of your head.

“Why don’t you come stay with us? Just until you feel better!” Red offered eagerly.

“Yeah! I wanna cuddle you so bad-Ow!” Purple cooed before being smacked again.

You chuckled and playfully shook your head. You knew you weren’t going to be able to end a call from the Tallest without them trying to convince you to live with them on The Massive.

“You know what? Why not?” 

Both Tallest’s eyes sparkled.

“Really?! You’re really gonna stay with us?!” Purple squealed as he covered his mouth.

“Yeah! I could use some hugs right now anyway.” You admitted sheepishly.

“Beam Y/N aboard the ship!” Red commanded as he pointed to one of the pilots.

“As you wish my Tallest!” and with that he tapped a few buttons on his keyboard.

Your bracelet glowed for a moment before

FSSSH!

With a bright flash, your bracelet transported you to The Massive.

Unfortunately, You were unable to breathe in The Massive’s climate.

Luckily your bracelet was prepared. The bracelet produced a pink bubble that seamlessly melted into your head.

You let out a gasp as you could finally breathe normally.

“Sorry about that, I forgot how fragile human lungs are.” Red chuckled nervously.

Purple dropped his donuts, shoved past Red, and quickly scooped you up into his arms. 

“Oh! I’ve waited forever for this moment!” Purple let out a few happy chirps and purrs as he rubbed you up against his cheeks.

However, Purple didn’t get to enjoy you for long,

FWIP!

Red snatched you out of Purple’s arms and gently lifted you so he could see you better.

“Again, I apologize. Purple gets pretty excited.” Red chuckled.

“It’s fine. Wow! You guys are a lot taller than I expected.” You admitted.

“We get that a lot.” Red boated.

“Give, Y/N back! I wasn’t finished!” Purple whined as he reached for you.

“No way! You’re just gonna hog them!” Red countered as he pulled you away.

“Maybe you could both hug me?” You suggested with a shrug.

Red and Purple exchanged confused glances for a moment.

“Ugh. Fine. I guess we can do that.” Red grumbled as he plopped down into a comfy couch area.

Purple eagerly pulled you out of Red’s hands and continued to nuzzle you.

“Hey! Y/N said we’d both get to hold them!” Red pouted as he shot Purple a glare.

“Come here you.” You laughed as you gestured for Red to join in.

Red sighed, scooted in closer and nuzzled you too. As much as he wanted you for himself, he knew that cheering you up was far more important.

He let out a few purrs of his own as he savored finally being able to touch you.

You giggled as you relished in the attention. Despite your broken heart, you had a feeling things would be alright again.

After all, your S/O may have left you, but you would always have Red and Purple.

[scramjettracy]

The fact Gordon was interested in his plans made the headache much easier to ignore and Scott wriggled his way out of the mechanism in order to give his brother an appreciative hug.

Then demanded his brother get a pen and make notes because he was on a roll and needed not to forget this stuff.

“Firs’ aid, Gords, ‘s veer importan’. Buzza’ ‘n’ up godda know defib an’ hea… hea… inj’ries.” He clambered on to the edge of the bed and allowed Gordon to push him sideways on to the pillow.

“Oooh an’ fligh’ bad… badj, nees u’datin y’know? You writ’n down Fsshy? ‘n knots no-one ‘precia’a knots ‘nuff ‘y’know?” At Gordon’s sympathetic nod Scott felt a sudden surge of emotion and found himself sobbing “… dey… sh’d… all know y’know? ‘Sgood t’know… tha knots… y’know? ‘portant.”

A particularly heavy sob hurt his head again and he let his eyes close away the bright lights of the cursed infirmary. Maybe a little nap would sort the headache out just enough to get back to all the things. There were just so many things. But Gordon had his back. He was a good kid. Good bro.

“Nah nah needley Fsssh… jus’ snooze. Yah wrigh’n dahn yah?”

The music in your headphones blocks out most of the world while you focus on maintenance.

But there are some things that take a LOT of blocking and even if you ignore the dull roar, the vibrations causes by One’s retros as she descends back into her spot beneath the pool shiver across the concrete floor and buzz the soles of your feet through your shoes.

He’s back then.

You know you’ve got at least half an hour’s grace, as from what you overheard of the comms chatter, Virgil will probably be all over big brother with a medi-scanner as soon as he hits the lounge. You’d heard the grunt of pain as he’d taken the brunt of one of the rescuees doing something stupid. But he was ‘fine’ as he always was so what could anyone do with the idiot. Good luck to Virgil.

Should be just enough time to finish up here and make yourself scarce before Mr Grumpy turns up.

You check the status readouts again and frown. Four is grumpy too. Must be something in the air.

You turn to grab your water bottle from the table and startle as your hand closes instead around a mango and dragonfruit frappe, the distinctive branding of your favourite Cairns smoothie bar in adorning the 100% biodegradable cup.

You don’t need to raise your eyes to know who is standing behind you, uniform still snow-damp and smelling of hard work…

Huh. Well, that was unexpected to say the least.

Gordon regarded the frappe for a long moment, fingers growing cold around it as his brain caught up, before glancing over his shoulder and-

“Jesus, Scott.”

He knew he was there, it could only be one person, and still - surprise. Amber eyes met blue, and Gordon reached up to remove his headphones.

He regarded his brother for a long moment, the silence stretching between them as his eyes caught the scuff at the elder’s forehead, the bruise forming beneath it, the somehow awkward way he held himself. One blonde eyebrow lifting to voice his first thoughts - he wasn’t about to actually say it, given the current situation, but Scott did not look particularly great.

“Virgil’s gonna to want you in medbay, y’know… are you soaking wet? Did you fly home soaking wet?”

Good luck Virgil indeed.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Cryptic Sister.

[Setose River, 13:20]

Jeez...That sure took a while. Those security officers really don’t mess around.

Actually Shuichi, them messing around is the very reason it took so long. To think, they cordoned this area off. To think, they block the public from entering this district without even doing any investigating themselves...It’s a joke.

I have to agree. Besides, what’s cordoning the area off going to do? If we’re dealing with toxic gas, then surely it would end up spreading?

I guess I am grateful they provided us these hazmat suits though.

*Wearing hazmat suits and helmets, and driving a buggy down the riverside, both provided to them by the local police, Kyoko and Shuichi eventually arrive at the location they were headed.

So...this must be...

Yep...

*The step out of the buggy and approach a familiar pile of dead cows, all lining next to the river.

Jesus...Look at the poor things...I hate the fact that I’ve gotten used to seeing dead things...

What happened to them?

...

*Kyoko approaches one of the cows, lying dead on it’s side, and crouches down to examine it. It’s eyes are rolled back in it’s head and it’s tongue is hanging out. Shuichi crouches down next to her.

There’s no doubt about it. These creatures definitely died of some sort of toxin. Look at their complexion.

Hm...you’re right. The veins in their eyes appear to be a different color as well.

But it’s strange...

*Kyoko stands up again and looks around.

This area of the river doesn’t have any energy structures of any kind. No factory’s or power plants. Plus, there’s nothing to suggest that one might be hidden somewhere...

In fact...Maybe the local authorities were wrong about the toxic gas...?

What do you mean?

*Kyoko looks down at the cow’s tongue, limping out of it’s mouth.

Of course...it must be-

???: HYYAAAGGH!

DUUHUGH!

MS KYOKO!?

*As Kyoko leans down to touch the cow’s mouth, she’s suddenly tackled from behind and pinned to the floor.

NGH! Wh-What the hell!?

Who the heck’re you!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM!?

Hey! Get off of!

...!

WHAAAGH!?

*Shuichi grabs the mysterious woman pinning Kyoko down by the shoulder, but she grabs his arm and flings him over her head with minimal effort.

Drgh...! GUGH!

Who are you!? 

Wh-What are you doing!?

Why are you HERE!?

*PUNT!* *FSSSH!*

AAGH! MPPH!

*The woman kicks Shuichi in the stomach and pins him to the wall. As she blurts out questions, she grabs Shuichi’s helmet and pulls it off. Shuichi clasps his mouth, hoping to stop any poisons getting in.

Hey! Let him go, and put your hands in the air!

!!?

*Kyoko aims a gun at the woman, who releases Shuichi, drops his helmet, and puts her hands in the air as demanded.

Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. Shuichi, put your helmet back on.

Um...alright Ms Kyoko...but actually, I feel pretty alright. It doesn’t feel like there are any toxic gasses here after all.

And this...lady...seems to be fine as well.

Well, of course there isn’t. The toxins ain’t in the air. They’re in the water itself.

...

*Kyoko removes her own helmet and takes a deep breath.

...I see...I thought as much, looking at how the cows are, but I couldn’t be too sure.

They took a nice little drink like they always do, but then they suddenly started to keel over and die one by one. Fortunately, I was able to save most of the cattle, but not these poor guys.

So...I take it you’re the owner of these cattle?

They actually belong to my company, Yokohama Shelters. There’s a farm near here that takes care of them.

I grew up in pretty shoddy areas, so I’m usually asked to take care of them when no one else can.

Yokohama shelters? So you work for them?

Isn’t Yokohama Shelters...?

It’s an organization that cares for people and animals in need, such as the homeless or orphans. They were rather important to Japan’s recovery after the Tragedy began dying down.

But then why did you attack us!?

Well, t’be honest, I reckon’d you guys were the one’s behind the toxic river. The fact that you were wearin’ big ugly hazmat suits definitely doesn’t help your case.

But then you were acting all confused about how you weren’t dying, which gave away you’re just as lost here as I am.

That’s...fair...but it’s still worth looking before leaping, surely!

Okay then...tell me who you guys REALLY are.

We’re members of the Future Foundation, invistigating this incident. I’m Kyoko, and this is Shuichi.

Kyoko...Kyoooko...Wait! A-Are you tellin’ me you’re Kyoko Naegi!? The Foundation Chairwoman!? And this kid...he’s the Branch 2 Chief!?

Wait, you know who we are?

I’m sorry, have we met before?

No, no, we haven’t met yet. But I’ve heard a helluva lotta stories about you two.

My name’s Eden. Eden Owari.

Wait, Owari!?

Owari...?

...

...I see...Tell me, you wouldn’t happen to know anyone by the name of AKANE Owari, would you?

Sure do. Akane’s my older sister. We grew up together. Pretty sure you know her too.

Ah, so you’re one of Akane’s sisters! Now that I look, I can definitely see the resemblance!

B-But wait a second...how and why are you here? I thought the police cordoned this area off.

I tried to tell the local cops what happened, but they just jumped to it being a poison gas leak they needed to clear. So while they were blockin’ people out, I hid somewhere until they cleared out.

I was thinkin’ that the people who poisoned the river might show up soon, so I was just lying in wait. Then you two showed up an’...well, you know the rest.

Hey...Ms Kyoko...Since she’s Akane’s sister, do you think we can let her in on what we’re doing here? She doesn’t seem to trust the local force, so I doubt she’ll go tattling to them.

Hm...I suppose that’s fine. It would be good to have someone on backup in case things go south.

Listen Eden. Future Foundation believe the poisoned water may be the fault of Organization Zetsubou, our enemies. We believe that they might have a secret institute somewhere around here.

Huh...I see...So some crooks really are behind this after all? 

In that case, if you’re looking for any sorts of secret institutes, there’s none ‘round here. I reckon if you follow the river that way, you might come across something.

I know the path well. If you want, I can take you!

That’s really kind of you.

Even so, we must refuse. We don’t know what our enemies are planning, which means where we’re going could be very dangerous, and the last thing we want is to put a civilian like you at risk.

Alright, fair enough. What should I do then?

I understand it’s difficult to take the local force seriously at times like this, but the only reason they’re issuing these demands is to protect everyone. For now, I suggest you take their advice and get to a safe location.

Once the Foundation takes care of it, the river should be purified. Once it is, we’ll let you know it’s safe to take your cows to drink here again.

Alright, gotcha. Sorry again for the misunderstandin’ you two.

If there’s anything I may do to assist you, just give me a call. The shelter’s number is here.

*Eden hands both of them a copy of her business card. They take it and pocket it.

Thank you. I hope we meet again.

As do I. Good luck.

*Eden starts to head off, as per Shuichi’s request.

Hm...So that’s Akane Owari’s sister...She’s not what I expected her to be...

I know what you mean. Sure, there are many similarities between the two. They look alike and talk alike...and brawl alike...But there’s an air of dignity and properness to her that her older sister lacks.

What a strange family...

[inconvenient-sneezes]

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Winter nights in Austria were cold, sure. But they always seemed colder when Bucky was standing guard. It was roughly 0200 hours and he felt like his fingers were frozen. Bucky sniffled miserably.

It didn’t help that he had a nasty headcold from hell. Bucky’s throat was completely raw and if he was being honest, he needed a clean handkerchief. Well, what he really needed was some time off.

But then again, soldiers never got time off. 

“H-huhh… huh’FSSSH!” 

Bucky buried his irritated nose in his handkerchief, blowing to try and get some relief from the tickle.

“Bless you,” Steve said sleepily, yawning. 

He came up behind Bucky, wrapped in an Army-issued, wool blanket. Steve draped another one over Bucky, who shakily wrapped it closer around himself.  

“Th-thanks,” he said, before ducking into it with another harsh sneeze. “Heh’ISSSHMPPHF!” 

The sneeze itself was muffled by Bucky’s damp handkerchief and he blew his nose again tiredly. 

“That’s some cold you got there, Buck,” Steve commented. 

Bucky sniffled and shivered. “Yeah, well. You know how it goes.” 

The two sat in silence, appreciated the cold quiet that was Salzburg. Snow began to fall lightly and Bucky shook a cigarette out of the pack, just to have something else to do besides sneeze and blow his nose. He nonchalantly lit a match and held it up to his cigarette, hands shaking. An ill-timed sneeze ruined it.

“Huh’RRSSSZSH!”

Steve watched the cigarette tumble from his lips and putter out in the snow.

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed, shaking out another one, but he was out of matches.

He groaned, snuffling into his handkerchief. “Steve, you got a light?”

“Sure, Buck,” Steve said and studied Bucky’s face in the tiny, yellow light of the match he’d just lit.

Bucky’s face was shiny with a thin sheen of sweat — despite the brisk temperature — and his cheeks were almost the same tint as the tip of his nose. Even so, he was still beautiful in Steve’s eyes.

The cigarette lit and Steve shook the match out, tossing it in the snow. Bucky took a long drag and coughed, the smoke burning his already irritated lungs.

“You should get some rest,” Steve suggested, rubbing his hands together to generate some heat. 

Bucky shook his head. “You know I have two more hours left. I’m on mid-watch tonight.” 

“I know, but you—”

Steve was interrupted by a dramatic gasp and series of ticklish sneezes. “H-hihh… hih’SCHSCHHH! Hh’TSZSSSHH!” 

He shuddered, followed by a liquid sniff. 

“You’re just going to get worse,” Steve told him, inching closer toward him. “Let me take over for you. I’m wide awake, anyhow.” 

Bucky let out a little puff of smoke and shook his head, sniffing thickly. “I’b fide, Steve. Led be do b-by job — huh’RRCHZSHH!” 

The sneeze scraped against his throat and he swallowed, wincing at the pain. Steve shook his head. “Well, if you won’t go back in the tent, you’re going to wear my blanket, too.” 

Before Bucky could protest, Steve had shrugged out from underneath the wool blanket and draped it over Bucky’s shoulders. “There.” 

Steve inched closer yet to Bucky and dared rest his head on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m sorry you’re sick, Buck.”

“Id’s okay,” Bucky said, holding his handkerchief with one hand to blow his nose and tapping the ashes from his cigarette with the other. “I’ll ged a blanket drill later.”

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