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today i wrote zero words! but i did think about my story twice in passing. that probably counts for something

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last day of classes before I officially start summer break!!

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finally back to writing dead horse!! miu, tenko, and kokichi isn't a trio I expected to like writing quite so much, but I honestly fuck with them a lot. miu and tenko hardly have an interactions in-game either! miu and kokichi are both too vulgar for tenko, so she's stuck between siding with miu (since she's a girl) or siding with kokichi (since he's paralyzed right now). it's fun to explore these relationships developing right off the bat too

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writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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erm so. girlfriend gained. virginity lost. life is crazy. as soon as I finish this last article for newspaper, I can finally FINALLY get back to writing for dead horse

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I lied. I'm head writer and editor of my school's newspaper and I have to lock in for our end of year paper 😭

I'm gonna go home, finish crocheting a little red panda for the girl I'm dating (?), and then I'm gonna fucking WRITE, damnit. I'm so excited.

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this took far longer than I thought, but it's done and I'll be giving it to her on Saturday 🫡 now I can write!

I'm gonna go home, finish crocheting a little red panda for the girl I'm dating (?), and then I'm gonna fucking WRITE, damnit. I'm so excited.

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I'm gonna go home, finish crocheting a little red panda for the girl I'm dating (?), and then I'm gonna fucking WRITE, damnit. I'm so excited.

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my last super important finals are today and tomorrow, then I can FINALLY work on dead horse again. ohhhh dead horse how I've missed you. oh I have so many plans

here's a chapter two snippet to hold you over!:

"What's wrong with you?"

Kokichi doesn’t have to look up to recognize who it is.

Her tone gives her away: blunt, flat, and bristling with apathy. He knows that voice in the same way he knows red irises and hands around his throat, squeezing; a bolt in his spine and poison in his veins, a ruined plan, a hydraulic press—

He looks anyway.

From this angle, Kokichi has to tilt his head back to see her face; she’s shadowed against the gym lights, framed as though the culprit in a manila folder of crime scene evidence—backlit, hard-edged, and severe. Maki Harukawa appears almost exactly the same as the day Kokichi died. Her hair is pulled into its signature twintails, lips a flat line, staring unimpressed at him.

It takes him a beat to realize she isn’t asking in the general sense. Her eyes flick down—past his slouched posture, his legs splayed limply in front of him, to the spot where Kaito hastily propped him in the corner so he wouldn't slump.

He should lie. That’s usually his first instinct—dodge the question, redirect it, drown it in sarcasm or tears or something louder than honesty, but that won't work this time; six people already know. He shrugs at her because there's no point in fibbing.

“I can’t move,” he says flatly.

Maki doesn’t blink. “Injury?”

Kokichi shrugs again, as much as his body allows. “Call it divine punishment.” It's the closest thing he can prescribe it to, though divine implies that there was something holy about his death. He's not sure what to make of that idea.

She surveys him for a second longer, waiting for him to elaborate. He doesn’t; he's always been good at staring contests, though, so it's not a surprise when he wins this one too.

Eventually, she shifts her weight, arms crossed over her chest, and scrutinizes a flower grown through the gym floor. "Permanent?"

"Geez, what's with all the questions? Are you my doctor or something?"

"No."

"Yeah," Kokichi scoffs, because that's funny, actually. Doctor his ass. Child caregiver his ass. "Didn't think so."

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first kiss(es) acquired !!

second date AT MY FUCKING HOUSE watching vampire shows and movies. I'm so fucking scared

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she's literally ramona flowers in that she has several evil exes for me to defeat. the most recent one is so evil he made her realize she's a fucking lesbian, and he's still actively trying to get her back. little bro is threatening suicide??

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taking mental notes on this shit. my agony must be useful for something. when I'm free enough to write again, yall are eventually going to get the most horrifyingly realistic and awkward depictions of queer teen romance

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second date AT MY FUCKING HOUSE watching vampire shows and movies. I'm so fucking scared

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that was the first date I've literally ever been on btw. life is crazy.

what do you mean I went on a date yesterday and she wrote me a handwritten letter today asking if we can go on another date on Sunday?? I'm going to lose my mind??

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new knowledge: the way people describe butteries is WRONG. it is not light and fluttery and happy. there are no monarchs in my stomach. if anything, there's a bunch of fat fucking bats moshing in there. I feel like I'm gonna throw up (in a good way?????)

edit: BUTTERFLIES butterflies I meant butterflies

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what do you mean I went on a date yesterday and she wrote me a handwritten letter today asking if we can go on another date on Sunday?? I'm going to lose my mind??

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the final chapter of BROKEN HEART SYNDROME is out now! go read it!

BROKEN HEART SYNDROME

Shuichi realizes, distantly, that it must be quite the slovenly sight.

He's covered in blood and hyacinths. He's wearing Kaito's jacket. The bolt wound reopened and continued bleeding again a long time ago; he can't feel his left arm, thanks to the tourniquet. Shuichi Saihara was the very last thing they expected to rise out of the red exisal, and yet here he is, in the flesh, cradling the corpse of Kokichi Ouma.

Shuichi is alive.

or, branching off of chapter twelve of pressing flowers / pressing you, kokichi succumbs to his hanahaki. it changes everything. aka, the "bad end" au.

read it here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64350160/chapters/165195553