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dai's flip phone..... i love u daisuke's shitty 2000s era flip phone that i let him keep. u r the most important npc on my blog, flip phone

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seen at the metropolitan museum of art please don’t remove caption/credit

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he could only try not to worry ! ... though , he already had plenty enough to worry about in his life . school , his family , his friends who were sometimes his worst enemies , phantom thievery ... and now , extremely good-looking horse-men who drew all sorts of public eyes but didn't seem to entirely understand every aspect of ordinary human --- if not merely japanese culture .

at first an affirming nod lends itself to the other's queries , but it isn't long until daisuke's head frantically shakes . ' w-wait , uh , it's not really like that ! i mean , i know everything's real ! ' wouldn't it have been insulting to assume otherwise ? had it been dark , killian's stoic reaction would have been replaced with something much more violent and furious at him by now .

' it's just that ... ! things like --- um , animal people ... a-anything that isn't a normal human being ! they don't really exist ... ! here . usually . mostly ! ' urk . what a horrible way of trying to explain things . daisuke's still fretting when killian's still unperturbed remark reaches him . ' a --- what ?! k-killian-san , i'm sorry , but i have no idea what you're talking about ... ! '

simulated horse-girl racing ?! a mobile game ?! forget it , he didn't really want to know , even if he could feel his heart start to dangerously pound amidst all this fast-growing fluster and frenzy ! ' it --- yes , please ... ! don't tell anyone anything ! as long as you insist it's cosplay or just special effects or even something for work or something , everything'll be fine ! ' he really , really hoped !

“I… do appreciate your concern, but you don’t need to worry that much about me, Daisuke.” To think that a boy that he’d only known for a few days would be worrying so much for him is a testament to Daisuke’s character. He still couldn’t entirely fathom as of why, as he is wholly able to physically fight off any possible threats if needed, though perhaps brushing off unwanted attention from a meddlesomely curious crowd while staying calm && civil without resorting to a skirmish is another different set of skills entirely.

Attempting to process his explanation, Killian attempts to rephrase it again according to his understanding, “In other words — I assume cosplaying is dressing up to resemble a fictional character?” It sounds a little similar to the tradition to dress up as ghosts && spirits during Halloween, though it doesn’t seem to be particularly tied to any special occasion. “So, my appearance resembles a fictional character… is what you are trying to say.” It makes sense now, as nobody in this world has visible functioning animalistic appendages like he does.

“Come to think, I believe I’ve gotten some comments about how I look like one of those female characters from a horse racing simulator mobile game, but I was not aware that it was about a cosplay.”

Arms folded && comfortably resting below his chest — as he’s contemplating on their next move.

“But since you said as long as nobody figures out anything is real, then it shouldn’t be a problem, no?” To properly word it, he is more than determined to get that one more slice of apple pie for himself.

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' it smells amazing ... ' he can't help but let the words slip out as the tea's aroma wafts his way . even if killian hadn't said so already , anyone might have been able to guess that he had all sorts of practice with brewing ! ' thank you ... um , ' his hands find a gentle clasp at the cup's handle . he peers into the brew , steam warming the usual red flush of his cheeks .

it wouldn't be too bitter , right ? not like the likes of coffee or worse medicinals . although the idea of sweetening things sorely tempts him , with a stomach-ache like this ... he was sure that he should have forgone it . ' i'll be okay . it seems delicious as is . but , killian-san ... can i ask where in the world you learned this sort of thing ? ' actually , in the first place , although he's just been going along with everything ---

' a-actually , i don't even know where you're from ... ' meaning , he couldn't even imagine the first thing about their background , much less any sort of trained childhood !

“Hmm… Well, I do brew and drink tea in my free time so don’t feel troubled,” nonchalantly he replies && pours down the freshly brewed beverage into Daisuke’s cup. Warm steam rises to the air, giving a subtle hint of a cool fragrance. “It’s a black tea base with partial peppermint influence. Should be an ideal combination to soothe an upset stomach in my experience…”

He slides the cup to the other, then eyes on several other trinkets on the table that contain various add-ons to the tea. “Do you want an additional sweetener, or no? I’d personally recommend a little bit of honey rather than sugar for this occasion, though.”

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' th --- three million ?! ' that was --- ! well , frankly , not all that much to the likes of a niwa . but winning that much off of what should have been a round of pure chance , and picked off from the ground at that , was still incredible ! it was amazing proof !

' you don't care about money at all , then ?! what in the world did you do with all that ... ? ' any of his other friends would have probably dreamed of living big ! huge ! even if only for a little bit ! ' do you get saved from accidents and stuff , too ? ah , you've gotta be careful ! other people might end up --- er , getting really jealous of you or something ... ! '

                     ‶  honestly, i don't go out of my way to enter many lotteries. you're right, though, it is a vague talent. and not one i have very much control over.  ″ unlike so many other skills that could be applied on demand — that required work and effort — komaeda's simply just happened around him. with little rhyme or reason outside of the vague patterns he has noticed.

                     ‶  i did win three million yen from a lottery ticket i found once. but as far as a talent goes i'd hardly call it amazing.  ″

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it sounds amazing , but there's something off about it all , too . hope and despair ? hope brilliant and almighty , despair ... ' doesn't matter ... ? ' it's here that things seem to catch . the niwa , rarely known for any kind of feat of articulation , can't quite put his tongue to it , either . ' i mean , i can kind of get what you're saying , but ... '

he slips into silence ; settles a hand on his chin in serious contemplation . then --- ' w-well , i can't really figure out what i want to say , but i guess i don't really disagree with you . ' after all , hadn't he often begged for faith ? belief ? the hope of others in himself ? ' it's hard to convince other people to have hope , sometimes --- but i bet you could do anything . you sound completely ... ' even admirably , if not longingly on the niwa's behalf , ' confident . '

                     never... experienced it... oh, how he wishes that were the case. that his life wasn't filled with tragedy after tragedy. that he had never aligned himself with the group known as ultimate despair. that he never met her. — komaeda, at his core, could never be separated from the concept of despair. but there was one thing that shined in that darkness... one thing that could always push away that oppressive feeling. no matter what.

                     ‶  next to hope, despair is nothing. i believe that hope will always win out against despair — no matter how awful it is. so in that sense... despair doesn't really matter. it's merely a hurdle to jump over.  ″

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can't he tell ? if the putzy , clueless expression on the niwa's face was anything to go by ... then no . definitely not . he blinks at the other until what feels like just a split second passes , and the answer comes to light --- ' wuhhhh ... huh ?! ' the other leans inwards and daisuke instinctively leans backwards . there's still no shortage of shock or volume as he stares wide-eyed at the other . ' b-but ... a twin ?! seriously ?! she had a --- no , i mean , you're ... ! '

his finger lifts and frantically points back and forth from the other to the invisible space that minako could have filled . ' wh --- but for how long ?! ' stupid question . it wasn't as if minato had suddenly manifested overnight , unlike a particular alter-ego , no matter how sudden this chance-meeting felt . ' i mean , r-really ? then , a-arisato ... kun , ' a-and what was that about scandal and nefarious-ness ?! ' no , i'm just --- ' his face bursts red . ' i'm just curious ! a little ! but if it's all bad , then i don't want to hear any of it ! '

Θ. ███ THIS LITTLE MOUSE WAS SO tightly wound, one wonders how long it will be before he pops completely. minako had mentioned how nervous this kid was but seeing it in person was certainly something else. ＂ i mean, it's your call. doubt she or anyone will mind you waitin' here. i'm headin' to the konbini.＂ he straightens to stretch his back, hands pushing back his hair from his face so that the other can get a better look. being asked who he was in relation to his own twin was honestly pretty funny to him. it's not often, but he also can't blame this daisuke. the two arisato's were certainly night & day. ＂ can't you tell ?

i'm her twin.＂ a slight lean forward so that the younger can get a good look at his face before he simply lets go of his hair, hands simply parting to the side with a slight bit of flair before arms flop back to his sides & he stuffs his hands in his pockets. ＂minato. i'm assuming you already know our last name.＂ a small breathless huff of amusement leaves him through his nostrils, why was this kid so scared anyway ? ＂ are you worried she said something weird ? or perhaps--- dare i say something scandalous & nefarious about your character ?＂

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…….thinking about this………..always thinking about this…..

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マチゲリータ - ツギハギ惨毒

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hummm humhum. i only just sat down but i'm really considering adjusting my rules a little and potentially refusing future interactions between myself and people who solely write dark, but idk if that sounds too picky or elitist or something because i don't necessarily have dupe anxiety, i just really from the bottom of my heart don't trust fandom with dark especially if they slice off daisuke for whatever reason, be it for standalone interactions or for the sake of an oc. maybe i'll just emphasize again too that with my portrayal i'm mostly canon compliant, but i also include many many personal/stylistic hc portrayal details and functionalities in my muse that are completely separated from canon, and i really dislike the idea of anybody trying to play copycat and plagiarizing these bits from me (again,) especially without permission. but for now i'll just go into my drafts lajdkfjg

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— ANNA KAMIEŃSKA, trans. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak.

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dark is crazy for proudly saying he has nothing to apologize for before stealing from a church versus apologizing for not being an angel to maho and sounding sad and lonely about it

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🌸 — oh! she never noticed it before but how sad. to lose one’s crown. it could’ve been for any number of reasons but she tried her best to encourage him. “you’re still a princess at heart!” her voice sweet as honey, while she smiles. then blinks again. could it be that this princess wanted to be a prince instead? had she gotten it wrong? “h-ho?! i-i’m sorry! i didn’t know you wanted to be a prince!” her cheeks flushed a little but she still tries to encourage him to take the pot.

“niwa daisuke? it’s a handsome name that you picked.” she says ever so gentle. tsuu reaches over, her hand gently touches his shoulder but felt more toned than expected. her hand quickly withdraws back, the little gears turning in her head. now her cheeks even brighter shade of red as she came to the realization. “y-you’re a boy?!” her voice blurts out.

her hands over her face while she crotches down in embarrassment. tsuu felt foolish that she believed that freedert was a real girl princess! even more foolish that she thought that freedert was a boy.

“i-i’m s-sorry, daisuke-kun!” she was never going to live it down now! how shameful!

// rip. she thought he was a real princess/prince!

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you're still a princess at heart !

... was he really , now ?

the words seem to crash heavy onto him . his torso slumps over in collapse , small hands falling to support himself unsteadily by the knees . maybe there was no escaping it . not for as long as he looked and acted like ... well , this . it was obvious that sakura too wasn't trying to hurt his feelings with her encouragement , either --- but what was he supposed to do with this sense of misunderstanding and somewhat undue support ?

just hearing the words want and prince so closely together following after her sweet words makes him blush . ' e-er , it's not really like that either ... ' or rather , something like that was pretty much impossible for him , right ? sure , he might have had a few embarrassing , privately indulgent fairytale-like fantasies here and there , dreaming up some distant , imaginary wood and castle where someone was waiting for him with a wistful sigh and smile ...

but life didn't work the way it did in a storybook . there was never any guarantee that things would work out . for daisuke , that lesson had been learned the instant his first crush had rejected him --- and caused a reaction in his cursed genes . princes were noble and handsome royals that came riding in on white horses ... but there wasn't half as much hope for a monstrous , half-vilified criminal that only knew how to tease and devour tender hearts .

somewhere in the midst of his thoughts , daisuke only mutters . ' my ... mom picked it for me ... ' his so-called destiny , too --- to inherit yet another name , one that everyone within azumano , if not the likes of the entire country and the world itself knew .

although he might have been beginning to despair as his limbs nigh-mechanically accepted the pot for him , sakura's touch , when it gingerly arrives , fast snaps him out of any sulk or reverie . she quickly retreats and the niwa too takes a single shocked step backwards , one hand immediately shifting to clutch at the cloth of his shirt , above the space of his heart . his cheeks flush just as red as sakura's in front of him do --- ' bwuh --- huh ?! ' a boy --- wasn't that obvious enough ?! but ... ' e-er , s-sakura-san , you thought i was a girl ?! even though i'm not even wearing the wig or dress anymore ... ?! '

or did she actually believe that he was a legitimate village princess named freedert ?! daisuke's arms extend themselves and his hands frantically wave , ' w-wait , wait-wait-wait ! don't worry about it ! it's okay ! it happens sometimes ... ! i've been mistaken before , so it's no big deal ... ! ' well , not really to him , but that wasn't anybody's fault except for his own ! ' i'm not a girl ... o-or a prince or princess or ... a-anything , really , so ... ! ' did that clear things up for her ? he could only hope so . ' i , um ... well , it kind of surprised me , but i still --- got to enjoy the tea-party ... i'm sorry , i was trying to trick you or something ! it was just practice for a play , and i didn't really have any choice , and , um , you suddenly fund me while i was having my break and stuff ... ! '

--- ah , he's started rambling .

' a-anyways , it's okay ... ! it's super okay ! and thank you for the flowers , too --- it's okay if i still accept them , right ? ' maybe she'd end up upset at him and would want to take her pot back ... ' i don't think ... i could be even half the princess that you naturally are , but at least if it's just flowers , ' the pot is lifted a little in his hands for attention , ' i can at least try my best to help them bloom . something like that ... ' a little dirtying , but considerate and innocuous and forgiving even to the clumsy , ' um , well ... i think it suits me better . '

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' gh --- mom ?! why are you calling me in the middle of work ?! '

( dai-chan , sweetie ! how's the heist ? you looked great on TV ! i'm just calling to ask you how you want your steak done tonight ... )

' you couldn't wait until i got back ?! i'm kind of --- ' there he is ! get him ! ' busy --- ! right now !! and carrying this bust with my phone on my shoulder is really difficult ... ! '

( oh , don't be that way ! i want dinner to be done by the time you and dark get back . you'll be hungry ! besides , your grandpa and i are tuned into the police radio , and you're doing just fine ! now , hurry and tell me what you want so i can start cooking ! )

' seriously ?! augh , medium --- hey ! wiz , not that way ! ... medium-rare is fine ! '

( thank you ! now , i don't think i need to tell you , but just in case , make sure the artwork doesn't get damaged , okay ? no scratches , dents or smudging allowed when you bring it home ! and maybe try to get in a few good angles for the cameras ? mama worked hard on your outfit for tonight . even if you don't pose for the paparazzi , everyone's expecting you to make things look as effortless as usual ! oh , and --- )

' --- mom , i know ! '

( oh , alright . i'll see you home soon , then ! your father also says good luck and hello , he's just brought in the groceries . hugs and kisses ! )

' mom ... ! next time , just ask me earlier --- !! '

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Birthright, George Abraham

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Concept art for Cinderella (1950), by Mary Blair

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my sleepy levels are reaching critical points but this icon from towa's arc when dark's de-aged

has just enough babyness to pass for somebody catching dai right in the middle of turning into straight up satan