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total eclipse of the heart

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OK SO HERE'S THE RUB. I think that as it currently is, the base uniform for hope's peak looks boring as shit to me. like. yes. it is very customizable and versatile and when they DO stuff with it then it usually looks great. BUT for such a prestigious school I think there could be just a tiny bit more flare to it. So before making any design I made some changes to the hope's peak emblem itself. The design is fine on its own, but I thought it could add to it if i gave it a couple of colour variants, so this is what I came up with!

Each variation belongs to a specific group, with the coloured versions belonging to the student groups. For the sake of this were just gonna focus on the student emblems so like. ignore the other 2. Here are the uniforms themself!

I wanted to give a BUNCH of options that range from totally normal to. fashion crime territory if you arent careful. The solid orange options are by far the least popular ones, and the reserve course is really just hung out to dry, unless you want orange pants with a black blazer. I imagine that there are so many pieces because not only can hope's peak afford it, but they have had this consistent issue for years where the one thing they just cannot keep straight is a dress code. So as a result, they allow students to mix and match all they want, so long as they're wearing the emblem to SOME extent. try as they might, they can't enforce the school colours as much as theyd like to.

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Let's not forget to have fun during the apocalypse :)

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No Place Like Hell (Twitter Thread Fic MASTERPOST)

i was messing around in @ultimateplaylistmaker 's asks and caved to making thia real

NOTE: Slow Updates, dates aren't important until i say they are, content warnings will be tagged at the start of the post, this au will be tagged #dr despair twt au

this is all for fun, posts will be linked accordingly

AU: it's The Tragedy and one of the social medias to survive is Twitter, mostly Outsider POV

POSTS:

1.) hey op

2.) ???

3.) ???

4.) ???

5.) ???

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Royal Collusion belongs to @ultimateplaylistmaker

how's that for a reveal huh, Ursa Major why you gotta pick fights with young ponies 🤨

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Royal Collusion belongs to @ultimateplaylistmaker

Used this lil bastard for animation practice, he is an alicorn who is lying abt being an alicorn with his fake paper horn :]

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GET SANSMAEDA'D @ultimateplaylistmaker

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very fucking late to the trend but im still alive (barely)

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the whole comic in all its glory

Weedblaze would like to warn you that the following video contains: Animal Death [His death :))]

Song: Dear Arkansas Daughter

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PUP ITS TOO EARLY FOR THIS PUP I HAVE WORK PUP YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME-

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This trend was too silly to not do

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Nine Clowns Walk Into A Hospital

king: hey wouldn't it be funny if we started dominating the world like joker keeps joking about

queen: king, you fucking megalomaniac queen: we go with russia first

OR; Post-Game VR AU where DICE, without it's beloved leader, commit to the bit.

so it was real and it wasn't, almost a sick imitation of limbo, purgatory in which they signed their lives away into it.

they're left in a room where they're all fine, technically, but there are echos of the experience that they can't shake off and they can't, exactly, talk about it, NDAs were such a pain.

they've all agreed to keep contact, if nothing else but the fact that only they could understand what it was like, their own bond forged in blood.

except, there was only one left missing, surgery had to be done the moment his simulation was disconnected, to stop the stress on his bones.

they don't know how to approach him, his presence lingered all the same within their minds, either way.

they're not sure on who's going to come out that door, the one before, the one after or an amalgamation of both.

they're not sure what they want to see.

they never get to.

because there's a knock on a different door and out comes and comes and it never stops until it does and now there's nine new people in their fragile haven, all in white suits and wearing masks, falling in line, waiting.

they ask– of course they ask and the one of the smaller ones, smiles, bared teeth and friendly but no doubt, ready to bite.

"we're waiting for joker."

it takes a while, but the detective is the first, easy enough to connect really, when he looks and sees– checkered items, somewhere on their person, black and white, whether that be socks, bracelets or their masks.

"you're- DICE...?"

they grin but say nothing else, waiting, watching, they're not here for them.

and when the doors burst open, grand entrance for a grand leader, heterochromatic eyes– and wasn't that a surprise, it shouldn't but it is– taking stock of the room, pausing in recognition to the lackeys he's missed, mouth parting to call only to stop.

kokichi stares, no grins, no cheeky remarks and it's almost more off putting to see him without his sharp edges and the DICE members fidget and squirm.

"what did you do?"

one of them cracks, "it was king's idea."

"lead by jack's unit!" "under queen's orders!"

they fall into squabbling and they have to blink and wonder why the fuck were they intimidated at all by these people.

"my royal flush, my sweet suits." kokichi trills in the tone of a waiting disappointed father or a simmering angry mother, a role reversal that has them all silenced as he smiles.

"what did you do?"

it's quiet, one of the boys cough.

"you won the russian election?"

...what.

but the biggest surprise was that kokichi wasn't, instead looking exasperated and checking his phone.

"i was gone for a month."

"it was a bet-" "we wanted to see if we could-" "come on, joker, you kept saying stuff about world domination-!" "you like the cold!" "we can go ice skating for free now-" "joker, please don't be mad-" "dad-" "HA! you called him dad, again!" "da- joker, it's a gift, surprise?"

DICE all but scrambles over to their boss, one of them begins putting on a hat and cape and his signature bandana, on top of the hospital gown he was still wearing.

"who were the other candidates?"

"they were assholes, joker-" "nooo, i don't want them in power." "come on, joker, they're letting us have panta imported there." "the public loves you-" "plus with danganronpa you're already in the public eye-"

they all watch as DICE fall over themselves to make up to their disgruntled head of the organization.

"and i'm guessing we have new recruits?"

"yeah!!! you're not lying when you said you have 10k now, boss!"

"gods, you're all clowns." "hey now, boss you called us a circus for a reason!"

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Why does Haijme/Izuru have a bigger chest then Junko.

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don't buy me flowers (it pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away)

Characters: Komaeda Nagito, Unknown Male

Tags: Major Character Death, Hanahaki Disease, Unrequited Love, Requited Love, Unreliable Narrator

i cut straight to the heart

his throat hurts, it's a familiar ache, a nostalgic burn, only eased by the cooling blood backing the end, waiting for him to cough up his yearning, bloodied petals tickling his insides, caressing the tender flesh and grazing opening cuts.

i don't believe the pretty little things that you say

it builds and it builds with each hollow promise that seeps into his skin, stabbing him like the iv against his wrist.

i've heard a lot of little pretty things

he waits, he's always been good at waiting, waits for him to leave, the door clicking shut and his weak hands tremble but steadily pulls out the trash can underneath his bed to let the poison fall from his lips.

the tiny flowers kiss his lips as they fall out.

don't buy me flowers, it pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away

such small things, barely the size of his palm, he could gather them all in one hand and yet, they've caused so much pain.

pretty little things wilt away

the thing is. you can't help someone who doesn't want your help.

he thinks it's nice, how they try to make him think, make him believe in the lies they spin, hoping the wool will cover his eyes and mouth, keep the petals from spilling out.

alas, it doesn't work that way, but it was nice, for once, to receive an ounce of care.

he just wishes he could do away with the devastation slowly creeping along their faces, it breaks the illusion.

he tells them as much and is confused, with the way they cry.

pretty little things wilt away

"we failed you." he doesn't get it, there's no test at all when it comes to him, he's already known that he'll always be left yearning.

he coughs but he doesn't have much blood left to bleed, the petals are white and pure, innocent were it not for its origins.

"let's just keep playing pretend." is all he can muster, smiling weakly, that was better than this, making someone he cared for, cry once more.

perhaps, they thought, they can fake it till he can make it.

he didn't make it.

pretty little things wilt away

when they wake, he's still in their arms, ethereal in his sleep, you'd almost be hesitant to wake him up were it not for the fact that this was eternal.

there's flowers growing in his hair, the same kind that grew a garden in his lungs, later on, scans will show the pretty little things have overgrown his heart too.

pretty little things wilt away

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Has anyone on tumblr started documenting this wreck happening on twitter yet

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nobody be asking for rare pairs :') thats fair i have the most unhinged ships