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Call out post for Tumblr’s shitty queue system- won’t post shit when I want it to post shit

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Ishimondo no. 4

Hello friends and welcome back to your regularly scheduled Danganronpa content! This is a prequel to This back from the very beginning (even though I actually wrote it a few days after the first one and only just got around to posting it hah)

“Fuck!”

Takemichi sighs, looking up from the bike magazine he’s reading to look at Mondo. He’s hunched over a textbook, trying to write out a decent note for the gift he’s planning to give to Kiyotaka. The current piece of paper he’s writing on is covered in scribbled out drafts, and there’s half a dozen other pieces of paper scattered around full of failed messages.

“Remind me again why you can’t just tell him in person?” Takemichi puts the magazine down, walking over to look over Mondo’s shoulder. Mondo turns his head to glare at Takemichi.

“You fuckin’ know why. If I try to tell him in person I’m gonna freak out and yell at him and he’s gonna-“

“Not give a shit!” Takemichi cuts him off “Look, if he’s as loud as ya say he is, he’s not gonna get pissed if you get loud as well, right?”

“Well, Yeah, I guess, but what if I fuck up the delivery? What if instead of sayin’ ‘I’m gay and I like ya’ I say something stupid like ‘I’m you and I like gay’? Then what?!”

Takemichi snorts, “You tell me, because that’s fucking hilarious.”

Mondo gives him a dirty look, “I’m not telling him in person.”

Takemichi shrugs “Fine, how about-“ he clears his throat dramatically “My dearest Kyoudai, I simply cannot take it anymore! The connection I feel between us is far stronger than just friends and I can’t contain my homosexuality any longer! I can barely spend a moment thinking about you with being bombarded with fantasies of you giving into your most carnal of ur-“

Mondo screws up his piece of paper, throwing it at Takemichi. The blonde yelps, starting. He throws a ball of paper back and it quickly devolves to the two of them throwing wads of paper at each other. When all the paper’s been used up, they sit down again. Mondo tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“Fuck… What am I gonna tell him?” He says, voice softening.

“Just Be honest… it doesn’t need ta be fancy, just say somethin’ like ‘I’m gay and I think I might be in love with you.’ If he rejects ya, he rejects ya. I’ll be here for you, okay?”

Mondo nods, picking up a piece of paper and unscrewing it, scrawling something quickly. He hands the note to Takemichi.

“Somethin’ like this?”

Takemichi reads over it, smiling. “Just like that. Also, your handwriting is shit,” he hands the piece of paper back to him. Mondo smiles.

“Let me know how it goes, alright?” Takemichi says, standing up and helping Mondo to his feet.

“Yeah… I will. Don’t beat him up too much if he rejects me, yeah?”

Takemichi rolls his eyes “Man’s promise. Although, if he says somethin’ homophobic, all bets are off, ‘Kay?”

Mondo nods, swinging onto his bike. “Stay safe, Michi. And thanks for your help.”

Takemichi shrugs “Anytime,” he says, as Mondo revs the engine, heading back to Hope’s Peak.

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Reddie No. 1

Me? Projecting onto CCs? It’s more likely than you think!

I’m actually really proud of this piece- it’s the first fic I’ve written in about three months and the first fic I’ve written in ages that broke 2k words so Take It

Richie sits down at the table, looking around the cafeteria for his friends.He had English, and Ms Grey almost always let them out of class early, so he has the chance to claim a table and sit down wherever he wants before the rest of the Losers get there. He sets his tray down, before picking up one of the shitty plastic forks to start eating.

Stan and Bill arrive first, greeting Richie before they sit down next to him, Bill in the middle between the other two. Ben comes next, across from Stan, who he immediately absorbs in a conversation about their history project (he really got the short end of the stick, being stuck in a history class all alone this year.) They’re discussing the Ironworks explosion, and Richie cringes. They both know the real cause of the explosion, but obviously, they’ll get a fail if the actually mention It. Which is kinda sad, really. Stan still has the little lines of scars on the sides of his face from where that weird-ass woman tried to eat his face.

Finally, the man of the hour arrives, sitting down next to Ben and in front of Richie. Perfect.

“Hey, Eds, you speaking today?” Richie calls out, over the noise of the cafeteria. Eddie scowls, pulling his salad out of his lunchbox and taking a bite.

“Fuck off, Richie,” he replies.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck right over to your mom.”

“Wow, really? C’mon Trashmouth, that was weak.” “Yeah, like your dick.”

“What does that even mean?” Stan asks, looking over at Richie. Richie shrugs, grinning. Bill rolls his eyes.

“Oh hey, Stan the Man, did you do the maths homework due next period?” “Yeah?”

“Can I borrow it? I forgot to do it between annoying Eds and fucking his mom.”

“You did not fuck my mom!” Eddies yells, scandalised as usual “And stop fucking calling me that!”

“No. Do your own homework for once, Richie. We all know you have time between annoying Eddie and lying about your sexual prowess.”

Richie looks shocked into silence for a moment before Eddie sighs in annoyance and starts rifling through his bag.

“Here, you can borrow mine, as long as you don’t get any oil from those fries on it. Do you have any idea how fucking awful that shit is for you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, just hand it over.”

Begrudgingly, Eddie does, along with a packet of wet wipes, which he’s meant to be using to clean his fingers of grease and sauce and whatnot before turning the page. Eddie has to remind him sometimes. He works quickly, scrawling the working out in the space provided while everyone else is joking around. In about fifteen minutes, he’s done, handing the papers back to him.

“Thanks, Eds.”

Eddie gives him his patented ‘Go-Fuck-Yourself’ glare, grabbing the homework out of his hands and putting it neatly back in his bag. “I can still tell the teacher you copied me, you know.”

“Yeah, But you’re not.”

“What’s gonna stop me?”

“My Good looks. Duh.”

Eddies rolls his eyes “Go Suck a dick.”

“Sure, I’ll go suck your mom’s.”

“You’re disgusting,” Eddie goes back to his food, pointedly ignoring Richie. Richie just shrugs, joining the heated argument between Bill and Ben about what the best superpower is.

“Omnipotence, obviously. The ability to do anything? Sounds great!”

“C-come on, that’s a cop-out,” Bill says.

“I’d go with flight myself. Y’know, it’s probably like ridin’ a bike but better.”

“Unless you crash into a wall at eighty miles an hour!”

“Yeah, b-but you can have that problem with any superpower!”

“Yeah, any superpower! What about if you have invisibility and you’re using it to sneak into the girl’s bathroom and-“

“Hey, Beep Beep!” Ben says, looking at Richie disapprovingly. Richie rolls his eyes, checking the clock. Twenty minutes have passed. The lunch period is only thirty-five minutes long. If he wants to make his move, he better make it now.

And so, with a mischievous smile on his face, he kicks Eddie in the shin.

“Ow! What the fuck, Richie?!” Eddie says loudly, looking up to glare at Richie, who’s making strange gestures around his face. “Oh my God, if you’re making fun of my fucking mutism I’m going to-“ he stops suddenly when he realises that the gestures are forming a coherent sentence.

“Hey, You’re gay, right?”

Eddie stops, glancing around at the other members of the Losers Club. Stan’s largely ignoring them, Bill’s looking concerned, but he’s fairly sure that he doesn’t know the handsign for ‘gay’, which he thanks whatever higher power he believes in for. Ben’s looking over to make sure he’s alright, but he also knows that Eddie likes guys, so it’s a moot point if he ‘overhears’ or not.

“How the fuck do you know that?” Eddie signs back, glancing again at Bill, who’s fallen into a steady conversation with Stan.

“Saw you getting out books on AIDS from the library. I know how you get when you find out about a new thing that can get you sick.”

“And you used that as proof that I’m FUCKING GAY?!” Eddie’s hands are shaking, and he knows that he’s probably incomprehensible to Richie, who probably only learnt this to give him flack.

“Yeah, because your mom’s a fucking weirdo and she’s probably told you if you kiss a guy EVER you’ll catch AIDS and die,” Well. Apparently, he did get it. Or at least he was smart enough to fill in the blanks

“She never said that.”

“Really?”

“No. She just said that gay sex was dirty and disgusting and she’s RIGHT do you have any idea how much bacteria is in your ass? Or on your dick? It’s fucking gross!”

Richie tilts his head to the side, repeating the word ‘bacteria’ in confusion. Eddie sighs, fingerspelling it for him. Richie nods.

“So are you gay or not?” Richie asks after a moment. Eddie’s eyes darken, breaking eye contact.

“No! And even if I was, I wouldn’t tell someone like YOU, Richie ‘can’t take anything seriously’ Tozier.”

“Okay,” Richie looks disappointed for a moment, picking at his hamburger and listening to Stan and Bill talk about birds or something.

“Why the fuck do you even want to know, anyway?” Eddie asks, and when he doesn’t get a reply, kicks Richie in the shin. He hisses in pain, giving Eddie a dirty look. He decides it’s probably karma and watches as Eddie repeats himself.

This is it. Richie takes a deep breath, fingers going from his chest to his forehead to his chin.

“I think I’m gay.”

Eddie’s eyes widen with shock and something that might be hope, before narrowing again.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not! I wouldn’t joke about shit like this!”

“Oh yeah? And what made you realise that?”

Richie bites the inside of his mouth, thinking about the right way to say it without Eddie flipping out.

“I fell in love with a guy.” He says. There. Short, sweet, and vague enough that Eddie’s not going to flip his shit for being gross.

“Who? Someone in the Loser’s Club?”

“Yeah.”

“Bill?”

Richie shakes his head.

“Ben?” “Nope.”

“Stan?”

“What makes you think I’d fall for Stan?” “Because he can keep up with whatever bullshit you’re spouting and give it back as good as he gets.”

Richie nods along to his explanation. “Still, no.”

“Mike?”

“Not Mike.”

“Then wh-” Eddie stops signing, realising that he’s the last boy in the club. For a moment, he looks terrified. Then he’s angry, signing quickly. “Beep Beep, asshole. I can’t believe I fucking BELIEVED you, after all the SHIT you’ve done- you were just tricking me into confessing so you could fuck with me, weren’t you?”

The other members of the club have noticed Eddie’s wild signing, looking over at Eddie and Richie.

“Who’s fucking with you?” Ben asks, only catching the last few signs because of the angle he’s on.

“Richie! Asshole just learnt sign so he could ‘come out’ and screw with me!” Eddie says, glaring at Richie. Stan and Bill look at him in disgust.

“Wow. B-beep beep, R-Richie.I knew you w-were an asshole, b-but I didn’t realise you’d s-sink that low.”

Richie glances around the group, at their disapproving looks.

“What was even the point of learning sign? You could have just dragged him somewhere private if he wanted to talk without the rest of the school finding out,” Stan points out.

“I didn’t want you guys finding out, I thou-“

“Beep beep, Richie. If you’re going to justify being an asshole, don’t assume that we’re idiots.”

“I’m not being an asshole, I just didn’t want you to think I was-“

“You were what, Richie? A homophobic asshole? A manipulative dick? Or maybe you didn’t want them to think you were gay because Heaven forbid Richie fuckin’ Tozier would ever be interested in guys!” Eddie spits in his face, using anger to cover up the tears welling in his eyes. He fucked up.

“No, Eddie, you don’t-“

“Shut the fuck up! What made you think that you have the fucking right to fuck with me like that?! I can’t believe I thought I had a fucking chance with an asshole like y-“

“Listen to me!” Richie yells, slamming his hands on the table. “This isn’t a fucking joke!”

“Yeah, because you’d never joke about something as serious as this,” Stan says, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

“I wouldn’t!”

“Bowers,” Ben pipes up, face flat.

“My bar mitzvah,” Stan adds on.

“I-It,” Bill says, trying to avoid cringing. Richie falls silent.

“Wow, I really am an asshole, aren’t I?” He says quietly. The rest of the Lower’s Club just stare at him. Richie sighs, standing up. He picks up what’s left of his lunch, ready to put it in the trash.

“Fine. I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll find some other kids to be an asshole to. Maybe I’ll start a new group. The Dork Squad or some shit. I’ll see you guys around,” He says, slinging his bag over his shoulder and starting to leave.

“Richie-” something collides gently with his back, and Richie stops for a second. Eddie’s behind him, arms tight around his waist. “Yeah, you’re an asshole, but you’re our asshole, okay?”

“Yeah right. I know where I’m not wanted, Eds,” Richie tries to force his way out of the hug, before Eddie sidesteps away, grabbing his hands and pulling them away.

“I want you here, you dumbass!” Richie feels his stomach do a flip.

“Bullshit. You heard them, I can’t take anything seriously! I’m surprised you put up with me in the fi-“

“Richie Tozier if you finish that sentence I’m going to shove my inhaler so far up your ass you’ll taste asthma medication for three days.”

“No, you won’t.”

“You’re right, I won’t, because that’s fucking disgusting, but my point still stands. I put up with you because I like you, Rich. And if you end up joking about liking me, I’m probably going to kill you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing for the first time in my life I wasn’t joking,” Richie says, breaking into a grin. Eddie smiles back as the bell rings for class. Eddie jumps in shock, before quickly shoving his lunchbox back in his bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

“So…” Richie draws out the word as they walk to math class “Are we gonna make this a thing, Slut Shorts, or-“

“Stop calling me fucking slut shorts!” Eddie’s voice immediately heightens to a hell, before dropping off again, “But… Yeah. Let’s do this.”

Richie’s eyes light up as he sits down in his seat, Eddie taking his place between him and Stan. Halfway through the lesson, Richie sees Eddie’s hand against his leg, two fingers tucked in and his pointer and pinkie fingers extended. Richie glances at Eddie in confusion. He huffs, writing ‘ILY’ the margins of his notebook.

Again, Richie fails to glean any meaning at all from that, drawing a question mark underneath the letters. Eddie sighs, writing the full sentence down. Richie grins, looping one arm around his new boyfriend’s shoulder and pulling him into a hug that he never wants to get out of.

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my god, that truscum fucker... they deactivated?? your writing is too powerful

Oh my god,,, maybe they learnt the error of their ways??

[takemichiyukinyaru]

Takemondo No. 4

Okay so this one is a. super short and b. the end of all my pre-written stuff, so if I end up forgetting to schedule more please feel free to poke me very loudly. Anything posted after now will be written in 2018

“Michi? I brought soup.” “Thanks, Mondo,” Takemichi sits up, bringing the threadbare blanket around his shoulders and taking the soup. He sips straight out of the bowl. Mondo laughs. When he’s does, he sets the bowl to the side, lying back down on the mattress.

Mondo lies next to him, propping himself up on one arm. He leans down to press kisses against his face.

“Mondo, no, you’ll get sick too!”

“Does it look like I care?” Mondo laughs, pressing a kiss against Takemichi’s lips. Takemichi rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around Mondo’s shoulders and kissing back.

Three days later, Daiya’s laughing at the two of them as he brings soup to the two sick boys currently sharing a bed in a warehouse.

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Takemondo No. 3

Mondo finds Takemichi sitting in the warehouse, crying.

“Shit, Michi, are you alright?” Mondo immediately runs to his side, sitting down next to him and pulling him into a hug. Immediately, Takemichi pulls himself into Mondo’s lap, burying his face in Mondo’s neck, shaking his head frantically.

“Fuck,” Mondo mutters under his breath, stroking Takemichi’s back. He’s never been good at comforting people, never needed to.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright, you’re gonna be alright, what happened?”

“I- I don’t know-“ Takemichi blubbers, holding his boyfriend tightly “It’s just- I don’t want to talk about it.”

Mondo nods, gently rocking Takemichi back and forth, pressing kisses into Takemichi’s hair and whispers affirmations that he’s strong, and beautiful, that’s he’s gonna get through this, and that Mondo loves him, loves him more than anything in this world, and probably the next one, until Takemichi stops crying, and pulls away from Mondo’s chest. “Better?” Mondo asks, stroking Takemichi’s hair.

“Better. Sorry, you must think I’m a fuckin’ baby, crying like that.”

Mondo shakes his head, leaning down to kiss his forehead “Michi, there’s nothin’ wrong with cryin’. Hell, ya saw what I was like when- y’know…”

“Yeah, but you were like, thirteen.”

Mondo shrugs “Doesn’t matter. If you gotta cry, you gotta cry. I’m not gonna think any less of you.”

“Yeah.... Alright. I love you, Mondo.” Mondo smiles, holding Takemichi tighter and leaning down to press kisses to his lips.

“I love you too, Michi.”

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Takemondo No. 2

The first thing Mondo notices when he wakes up is how Bright it is. He groans, rubbing his eyes and looking around blearily. It's a mess of a room, discarded clothes strewn around the place. He casts his gaze closer to him, looking at the bed itself. It's a simple queen-sized mattress, no undersheet and a thin blanket. He must've passed out in one of the member's rooms. He'll need to thank him once he figures out who's room this belongs to. "Fucking Hell it's bright in here," comes a voice from next to him. Or not. "Mornin' Michi. Thanks for lettin' me crash here." "Nah, it's fine dude. You don't happen to have anything full of grease on hand, do ya?" Takemichi rubs his eyes, looking up at Mondo with a hopeful smile. Mondo laughs, shaking his head, "Fuck, how drunk did we get last night?" Takemichi shrugs, sitting up and grimacing slightly in pain "Drunk enough to fuck, apparently. Christ, Mondo, do you even know what the word slowly means?”

Mondo gives Takemichi a look of mock-bewilderment, cocking his head to the side "The fuck's a slowly?" Takemichi bursts into giggles, throwing a pillow weakly at Oowada. Mondo, to his credit, pulls his second in command into a bear hug, burying his nose in his boyfriend's hair and breathing in his scent. "God, I love you," he mumbles into the blonde's hair "sorry if I ended up hurtin ya." "Nothin' I can't handle," Takemichi smiles, tilting his head up to kiss Mondo's chin "I'm stronger than you give me credit for." "I know, Michi," Mondo moves his head down so he can steal kisses from Takemichi "I know."

[takemichiyukinyaru]

You fighting off that truscum on ur posts brightened my day thanks

absolutely any time. fuck truscum

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No- lesbians have a huge history of fucking with the gender binary and there have always been gnc/butch lesbians that use he/him pronouns. pronouns don’t equate to gender and there are a lot of NB lesbians who’s only connection to womanhood is their attraction to women.

Ishimondo no. 3

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hey can you not reblog my posts you fucking truscum

Ishimondo no. 3

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post your reddie fic or die -anonymous fucker (you know who this is)

Guess I’ll die

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I should write more mutual pining because seeing everyone screaming “This is so frustrating I wanna punch something” fills me with so much glee

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Ishimondo no. 3

With a laugh, you mess up his hair,rumpling it out of it's signature pompadour. Strands of golden brown fall in front of his face and he brushes them out with a smile.

You grin brightly, running your hands through it and pulling out tangles with claw like fingers. He leans into your touch, like a cat being offered scratches. You push his hair to the sides so you can see his face, and he looks up at you through dark lashes.

Oh.

"You okay, kyoudai?" He asks, and you realise that you've given a gasp of shock at how beautiful he is. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Perfectly fine!" You reply, lying through your teeth because you are not fine. He's beautiful and perfect and you- you love him. And every time he smiles at you, letting the word brother fall off his tongue when you want to hear boyfriend, you can feel your heart breaking over again. Because you love Mondo Oowada, the straight man.

~~~~~

You lean up into his hands, letting him massage your scalp with those soft fingers of his; fingers you've always wanted to tangle with yours, feeling them like silk against sandpaper.

You've got your head in front of him, gazing through half-lidded eyes at the sketchbook in front of him. The were studying volume or something and you had made a half-hearted joke about finding the volume of hair in you pomp. Which then devolved into his scratching your scalp and you monologuing internally about how beautiful he is.

And damn is he beautiful, in the most intense way possible. He pushes your hair away from your face and you take the opportunity to smile up at him. You hear him taking a sharp intake of breath and his jaw goes slack. Hope flutters in your chest.

"You okay, Kyoudai?" You ask, throat constricting around the word, because there is nothing more you want to do than lean up and kiss him right at that moment, press your lips against his and whisper that you love him. Because you do. You love him and there's nothing you can do about it.

"Perfectly fine!" He smiles back, and your heart sinks. Of course he's fine. He doesn't have butterflies kicking in his stomach every time you smile at him. He doesn't call himself a coward every time you nearly tell him how you feel. He doesn't wake up in his bodyguard's bed desperately trying to forget someone he can't stop thinking about. Because the heart wants what the heart wants, and your heart wants Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the man who can't be gay.

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For anyone wondering I got it fixed I’m p sure

urgh why tf won’t this blue hellsite let me TURN ON ANON

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urgh why tf won’t this blue hellsite let me TURN ON ANON