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owo-shenanigans · 1 year ago

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fido, can i ask makoto nagito and kokichi with s/o who is ultimate saint? innoncent as much as you can imagined but then monukuma go excuted s/o caused s/o put everyone through hope and make killing game stop. s/o last words is : "no matter what, please don't lose hope okay? i love you all...." gender neutral plz

All my works are gender ambiguous so dw about that :) anyway uhh …. This Ultimate Saint isn't very saintlike. This was taking too long so I cut Nagito.

Makoto and Kokichi with an Ultimate Saint Blackened

(CWs; Death, Betrayal, Breakdowns.)

Word count: 1.2k words

MAKOTO NAEGI

“Kyoko, they couldn’t have done it!” Makoto gestured to you, a firm yet scared look in his eyes. “They were on the other side of the school when we found Mondo’s body, and he was killed with a knife. I don’t think they could have done it.”

Kyoko gave a hum as she stared into your eyes, and you sweated intensely. You hadn’t…. You hadn’t meant to kill Mondo. He had rushed at you so quickly, you brought your arms up to defend yourself- and the knife you were using to chop snacks came up with it. Directly into his chest.

Your face turned green at the reminder, sinking to your knees at your podium. Makoto placed his hand over yours in a sign of support and solidarity, but it only made you feel that much worse. Byakuya’s steady glare at you didn’t exactly help.

Your head was swimming from terror and sorrow and you could barely hear a thing over it.

“Listen, Makoto, you obviously aren’t impartial enough to take care of this case. Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The flat voice of Kirigiri broke through your terror, and you realized with sudden clarity that this was it. This was where you died.

She detailed that her autopsy had revealed one very important thing. That Mondo hadn’t died until 15 minutes after you had stabbed him, providing ample time for you to burn your clothes and get far away from the body.

At her words, your grip on Makoto's hand tightened. “He… He was still alive?” You whispered. “I could have saved him?”

His grip slackened at your confession, but Kyoko shook her head. “No. I only have basic medical skills and I don’t believe the rest of you have any. He was doomed the moment you stabbed him.”

“I didn’t mean to! He just- he rushed me, and I- I was making some food and- I feel so bad about it! I didn’t mean tooooo!”

You sobbed and cowered behind your podium, knowing that the others were staring at you with disgust in their eyes.

"It's VOTING time!" Monokuma crowed, and you knew that you would be killed. Not that you deserved anything else.

“I can’t believe the Ultimate Saint would have killed someone! What a breath of despair. Can the rest of you feel it?” Monokuma was cackling once the votes were in- unanimously for you.

“I’m so sorry…” Your eyes were still leaking but you made an effort to stifle your sniffles. “I really- I really didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, everyone. Please- please hate me as much as you want. I should have come forward immediately but I was- I was so, so scared.”

Turning to Makoto, you stared at your feet. “Makoto… I’m sorry. I love you, so, so much. Please, please don’t follow my example. Don’t lose hope. Don’t follow my stupid, stupid example.”

The tears started falling fully and a sob broke through. A hand came up and wiped away the tears and you started in surprise. Makoto’s eyes were watery too as he gripped your hands. “I’ll…. I’ll never forget you. I’ll make sure we all get out alive. I love you, too.”

KOKICHI OUMA

"Shuichi! They're the Ultimate Saint- i can't see them killing him."

Kaito motioned to you and you nodded with a miserable look on your face.

"I… I loved him. I loved Kokichi. Why would I ever kill him?"

Tears began forming in your eyes as you mentioned his name, and Shuichi looked panicked.

"Ah- ah. I… I'm sorry. We just need to examine every avenue. Questioning you could-"

You let out a sob, and he broke off his sentence.

"We need to do this, Y/N. To bring justice to Kokichi."

You covered your mouth, and nodded. Under your hand was a jagged frown. How dare he? You were the Ultimate Saint. You and Kokichi had been so close, so why would you kill him?

You ignored the memory of Kokichi's panicked, pained face before his eyes rolled up and he slumped over in his chair.

You had to get out. Your video had shown you as much. No matter who you had to sacrifice, you would get out.

15 minutes later, after Shuichi had been thrown off your trail, Kirumi butted in.

"Excuse me, but I must interject. We know Kokichi was poisoned, yes? However, we don't know what poisoned him. I believe I've managed to find it."

She held up a bottle, and your heart stopped.

"I found this in Y/N's room. While I did not taste it to find out what it was, I conscripted Kiibo and Kaito to help me search the warehouse for what it could be, assuming Kokichi would never let them close enough to poison him."

"That we did!" Kiibo butt in, and Kirumi flashed an irritated face before going back to neutral. "And we found it matched with the bottles of concentrated peanut sauce."

"Kokichi told me that he's allergic to peanuts. Quite heavily, in fact. It's a deathly allergy. Why would you, his best friend, have this bottle in your room?"

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKING SHIT! You couldn’t breathe. “W-well, I… How did you get into my room? I’m the only one with a key to it.”

That was a lie. Kokichi had had a spare key to your room, but you had made sure to take it off his body once he had eaten the peanut covered food.

“But that’s odd… We found your room key on his body, but not his own. Why is that?” Kirumi pressed, and your blood went cold. “Unless… You took what you thought was your key off his body, but mistakenly took his through panic.”

With that, your defence was crushed. But you couldn’t give up. Your people needed you.

“Kirumi. You know what it’s like to do anything for the people who rely on you, right?” Your nails cut into your palms.

“Yes. Which is exactly why I cannot allow you to go free. My people need me, and your people are a part of mine. I will care for your people when I get out in your stead.”

“You….” You tried to pull up words, but found you couldn’t. You were so tired. So, so tired. You had been for a while.

“You promise?” Your voice was small, and Kirumi’s face became a reflection of the one you saw in the mirror every morning- a weary look that nonetheless held surety that whatever the day brought, you would deal with it in whatever manner it took.

“As the leader of Japan, I give you my word. I will make sure your people are fine.”

You broke down, and confessed everything.

“I’m the leader of a group, and the video… They were dying. They need my guidance, they need me to lead them safely. They need me, they need me but-!

“I’m too weak. I’m too… I wasn’t determined enough to save them. Kirumi, please… Please, please protect them for me.”

You slumped against the podium and refused to say another word after Kirumi’s nod. You were done. You didn’t want to drag it out.

#you guys slept on this one

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owo-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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Hey There, I’d like to request Headcanons for Kyoko (Danganronpa) with a (Gender-Neutral) S/O who is a Huge Horror Fan. Only if you can do this, though. Thank you anyway. Also, Venus.

I love the way you type lmao its fascinating. Anyway yeah i can, thank you for specifying though.

Kyoko with an S/O who’s a huge horror fan

She’s never been one for movies, honestly. Too many of them require a suspension of disbelief that she’s never quite been able to build within herself.

Horror movies especially is a genre that she’s never been able to get through more than half of before clicking the television off.

So when you show up for your night-in date with your 5 favorite horror movies and snacks, she resigns herself to reading a book as you lean against her, watching the movie.

And depending on how you are with horror, that’s what happens. If you watch for the gore, cheering as the characters drop like flies, she’ll lean against you and glance up every now and again.

On the other hand, if you’re scared shitless of horror movies regardless of your enjoyment of them, she’ll take a more active roll. Wrapping her arms around you, she’ll pay a hair more attention to the movie. If it won’t ruin your enjoyment, she’ll begin to verbally pick it apart as well.

Of the people who aren’t horror movie fans, you lucked out with Kyoko. She isn’t scared of them so she won’t refuse to watch with you, and she doesn’t hate them and spend the whole time complaining like others would.

#kyoko x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #dr x reader

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owo-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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I forgot how good this one was

So I’d like to make a request if you okay about it. Can i request something like a headcanons with yours fav male characters, from any Danganronpa game you want, and how they Will react to their s/o being a mastermind(or blackened)?

Of course! This was an absolute BLAST to write, though I teared up a few times :’‘) requests are OPEN!

KAZUICHI, GUNDHAM, AND KIIBO WITH A BLACKENED S/O

Word Count: 1.8k

KAZUICHI SOUDA

“No, I have an alibi- I was with Kazuichi!” Your words silenced the others who had begun to gang up on you. The trial was for Sonia’s murder. With an unidentified fatal wound on the back of her head, she had been discovered at 7am in the restaurant.

He smiled and nodded, hand in a thumbs up. “Yeah! We were together all night - no way they could have done it!”

At the raised eyebrows from the others, he flushed. “I-I didn’t mean-”

At your laugh, he just kept his mouth shut. But your alibi was set in stone.

Half an hour later, you wished you had kept your own mouth shut. Hajime had ripped your alibi to shreds, stating that Kazuichi was a known heavy sleeper- you could have snuck out and back in with him none the wiser.

“But- no, I couldn’t have done it-!” You stated desperately, fists clenched. “Where on Earth would I have gotten a baseball bat!? Where could I have-”

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owo-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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Gen. Xiao Dating headcanons

He is always exceptionally careful when touching you- while he doesn’t have massive superstrength, constantly fighting for thousands of years will leave you able to crush fingers if you aren’t careful. No matter how capable you are, he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain.

I think he would prefer you to be an exceptionally strong fighter or someone who holds little interest in exploring the world. He can’t always be around to protect you, so if you can protect yourself or don’t go places that you’ll need protecting he’ll be able to rest easier.

More likely than seeing him every week or every few days is that you two take a weekend every month or so to hang out; while he could push himself in his battles to make it to you more often, you hate seeing him collapse from exhaustion and his wounds.

He likes it when you play with his hair; he’s very on edge when others get in his personal space, so he does need you to announce your intentions and what you’re doing.

No idea how to cook, but he’ll probably learn through dating you. Whether you enjoy it and want to share it with him, or if you abhor it and ask him to do the cooking when you have your weekends together, he’ll learn. And he enjoys it, overall. Somehow having the smells come together slowly and him knowing how they come about help them not be so overwhelming and awful. You tell him about a drink from Snezhnaya, that they make with milk so cold it freezes and other flavorings; you’ve been wanting to try it, as it sounds incredibly refreshing for the summer, you admit.

A few weeks later, he’s brought milkshakes for you to try. He enjoys the texture, himself; it doesn’t weigh heavy in his stomach and he can put in a light flavor that he’ll actually enjoy.

He knows that he’ll grieve when you pass- he has for the others he’s loved and lost. But he’s learned to keep the sweet memories, and not attempt to avoid it. Better to be happy now then in a constant haze of murder and numbness.

206 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

Happy birthday to me. Had to write something for my favorite feral man. Using a headcanon name that i saw and rather liked. Wrote this fairly late in one sitting the night before. Favorites are specified and the reader is more clarified as a person as this is written for me first, but it’s still kept very open.

Birthday Delights - Il Dottore x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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For once, Dottore wasn’t in his lab.

You even checked under the tables and in the closets- while he would usually drag himself to the cot he kept a room to the side of his lab, there were a few rare times that he would collapse to the floor after finishing one experiment, then checking on the development of another ongoing test, making sure the beakers were properly washed after Wilson had done such a sloppy job all those weeks ago, and, and, and until he collapsed.

Pursing your lips, you rung the bell to summon his personal assistant; you thought her name was Anya, or something along those lines. Apparently she had been caught stealing extra rations during base training, and was sentenced to being Dottore’s direct assistant for a few months as punishment.

It took ten minutes for her to finally arrive, white hair tied in a braid crown and covered in sweat. She took half a minute to catch her breath, finally gasping out, “Y/N! I apologize, I had to run all the way here. What do you need?” Dottore had told her to treat your orders as second to none but himself, and you felt a tinge bad for how it manifested at times.

“I was wondering where Dottore is? I checked his rooms as well and there wasn’t a sign of him there.”

Anya hesitated, squeezing her hands together, and you frowned. “Where is he, Anya. If he’s doing something bad, I want to know.”

“Oh no, it’s nothing bad!” Anya hastened to reassure you. “It’s rather sweet, actually. I just… Wasn’t. Supposed… to tell you.” Her voice trails off as she realizes what she revealed. “Please don’t tell him, I’m almost done with my service and I don’t want to be experimented on!” Her vomit of words is paused when you hold your hand up.

“I won’t tell him. Don’t worry.” The relief in her face and her shaking knees led you to the decision that you would need to have another talk with him about how to treat his assistants. “However, can you lead me to him? Even if he’s busy, I want to at least see him today.”

She squeezed her hands together again, brow furrowed as she thought. “He should be done by now…” She mumbled to herself. “Yes, I can. Let’s go- slowly, though. To give him time to finish up.” You nodded, and she turned to lead you to your boyfriend.

Half an hour later, you can understand why Anya was so out of breath. Dottore’s lab was in a far flung tower, far from the rest of the palace, but she was leading you towards an area you had never convinced yourself was worth the time and energy to explore. “Wait here, please, I’ll check if you’re allowed to come in yet.” She directed you to wait behind a pillar, out of view of the large, decorated with fine detail wooden doors. Cracking one open, she slid in and you amused yourself by staring at the oak statues in the halls, wondering how long they had been here.

It was a few minutes before Anya came back out, and by the look of her Dottore had been too busy to be annoyed at her delay, likely only demanding her help with the finishing up.

“You can come in, Y/N.” She had a small smile on her face as she held the door open. You stepped through and a gasp escaped you.

This had obviously been the work of a few people. The large, ornately decorated room was pristine, windows that nearly reached the ceiling clean and uncovered by curtains, showing the thick snow that always surrounded the Tsaritsa’s palace. The reds and oranges of the sunset bled through the glass, covering the room. There was a music player in the corner of the room, playing soft classical music. In the center of the room was a table with a white tablecloth covering it, and Dottore standing beside it.

He looked even more handsome than usual, his usual simple overshirt and undershirt exchanged for a white suit with black accents and blue tie. The only thing you could think, other than wow, was how glad you were that you had decided to wear your favorite nice outfit that morning.

“Perfect timing.” Your feet carried you to him and he picked up your hand to kiss it. He usually wasn’t this affectionate, and you couldn’t help the blood rushing to your face. “Happy birthday, mon désir.”

“This is for my birthday?” Your face lit up, and his grin widened.

“Why yes, yes it is. I cooked you a full course meal. I wouldn��t trust anyone else for your birthday dinner. It should be incredible.”

And there was his ego. You couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed; when you loved him, you loved all of him. “I’m excited. I know it’ll be great.” You slid into your seat and he tucked a napkin into your collar.

The hors d'oeuvres were already on the table under a metal cover, and he revealed them to be sliced apples and raspberries drizzled with honey. Anya had left once you were fully through the door, and Dottore took his mask off to rest on the side.

Chatting let the fruit be eaten quickly, and he called the next dish in, bringing his mask back up as Anya brought the cart in. The amuse-bouche was next, followed by the appetizers, which were an array of small sandwiches. The main courses were a dizzying array of favorites. Multicheese macaroni and cheese accompanied by a perfectly seared slice of steak, delicate pasta that almost didn’t need to be chewed, to name a few. He had obviously spent hours and hours preparing everything, even with the help of kitchen assistants you knew he would have needed.

“I can’t believe you went to all this effort.” You wiped at your mouth with a napkin, taking a sip of wine. While you would never call yourself a wine connoisseur, the flavor was incredible. “This is so… So amazing.”

“It’s simply because you’re worth it.” Dottore spoke like it was no big deal, but you could see the smile on his face grow. “I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.”

“No, I mean it Nicolas.” You used his first name and reached across the table to cover and squeeze his hand. “I love it. Thank you.”

The number of times you had seen his face redden from an emotion other than anger or drunkenness you could count on one hand, and now you could add to that tally. It wasn’t a blooming blush, but you knew it wasn’t from the sunset lighting.

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216 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

wait hi i saw ur pjo requests were open can i ask for a nico x reader platonic and they’re just mlm and wlw solidarity maybe and perhaps reader has a crush on annabeth or piper

I love this idea so fucking much omg (also this is an au where Bianca doesn’t join the hunters and die bc canonically. He’s barely at the camp)

Nico having MLM WLW solidarity with reader (PLATONIC)

You just kind of sit beside him and say, “So…. Percy and Annabeth, huh?”

He rambles about how cool and awesome and amazing and cool Percy is for ten minutes, with a few hastily added but still genuine comments about how Annabeth is fairly nice and smart.

“So- uh, what do- you think about them?” He stammers out once he’s done, trying to direct the attention off of himself.

And you proceed to talk about how pretty and amazing and wonderful Annabeth is and you wish you could talk to her but every time you try you just get so tongue twisted and can barely stammer out a hello-

You two don’t exactly become friends, not yet, but when your activities line up you can usually be found hanging out and gossiping about what’s been happening at camp. He’s a lovable kid that gives off serious little brother energy, so people aren’t quite as sealed with their secrets as they should be when he’s around. As long as you don’t spread it around, he likes talking to you!

Honestly, the moment you two seriously bonded is when Percy and Annabeth officially got together. You’d known that they were really into each other, yes, but seeing them kiss under the watery surface cracked your heart. The two of you cried under your bunk for an hour, demolishing a box of tissues and three trays of snacks Bianca brought over once she heard what the issue was.

After that you two were almost bonded at the hip. You both helped each other get over your crushes and started hanging out outside of activities as well.

Once you hit 16 and puberty started hitting y’all HARD, you started taking trips out of camp together, officially to deliver packages too big for Iris’ delivery service, but really to people watch people who you hadn’t grown up with and seen with drool tracks on their faces in the mornings their cabin had been too late to get into the bathrooms before breakfast. People were a lot more attractive when you didn’t spend years living with them, you both found out.

Nico is a lot quieter about it, half his formative years having been during the 40’s keeping him from being open about his attraction to men. You try and make an effort to stay on the downlow too- you hate making him uncomfortable.

When Piper came crashing down in that chariot, you could feel your heart doing ten flipflops as she got thrown onto shore. Eagerly offering to show her around, you ignored Nico’s snickering. Piper was polite, if heavily confused, and you were down BAD. You took revenge on Nico’s kissy faces by throwing your arms around him and his crush and loudly asking if they were dating, refusing to take a hint with a shit eating grin on your face.

277 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

Had to write this to get it out of my head. Can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic- it's very ambigous. I don't plan to open requests for Encanto, but if enough people like this and say so. Perhaps I'll write more. Gender Ambiguous reader.

x Camilo - ghost stories

Word Count: 470

"And then, the girl was never seen again." Your fingers spread out and your eyes widened. "Some say that if you go to the lake at four in the morning, close your eyes, bring an offering, and ask for your fortune, she'll tell it to you. But if your question is deemed beneath her, or your offering is deemed as such too, she’ll drag you beneath the water, never to be seen again.”

Camilo shrugged, leaned back on their arm. “Eh. 7 out of 10. The start was good, the middle had too much detail and the ending was too specific. Good effort though.”

“Oh come on! Will anything come up to your standards?” You flop onto your blanket. “It’s no fun if I’m the only one getting scared.”

“Get better ghost stories and maybe you’ll have the honor of scaring me.” He snickers and turns into an old man. “Come now, (Y/N), scare these miserly old bone-”

You swat him and he turns back into himself, cackling. “Okay, okay. My turn. Once upon a time, in a place not far from here….”

“And she said, in a crooning voice, ‘oh, won’t you be a dear and help me out?’ The young man agreed, and leaned down to help her out of the well. With a frightful shriek, she pulled him in! Her transformation began, and the man backed away out of fright. For she looked just… Like… This!”

Camilo twisted and when they faced you their face was utterly grotesque. A gnarled nose paired with boils all over, covered in clumps of hair with something rotting in the larger patches. You couldnt even describe the rest- you were too busy screaming.

Something also screaming scrambled into your lap and only your extreme self control helped you not shove it off.

“Wh- Antonio?!” Camilo’s voice shifted from crackly and aged to his regular one as he shifted back to himself. “What’re you doing here?”

Antonio was scared out of his wits however, and once he took a breath from screaming he let out a sob. “I wanted to be part of the fun!” He wailed. “Your story was so scary, though!” His tears were staining your shirt, but you weren’t about to push a ten year old out of your lap, especially if they were terrified.

“There’s a reason we didn’t invite you.” They scowled at the boy in your lap.

“C’mon Camilo.” You patted the boys head (and his curls were really bouncy, lord–) and sighed.

“We can finish scary story night later. Let’s get some hot chocolate now, hm?”

Antonio’s head bobs up and down shakily and you manouver yourself up, taking his small hand in yours.

“Fine.” Camilo pries himself off the floor, but he can’t hide his excited smile at the mention of hot chocolate.

307 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*bangs hand against the table* i love this man so much im going to cry. (this has been ini my drafts since september i literally forgot abt this)

General Sniper Mask Dating Headcanons

He has a huge hand fascination. Whether he's playing with yours or you're playing with his, he's happy. Or just whenever you touch him with your hands. Brush his hair and he'll be putty in your hands.

Sit in his lap. Just sit there. He's comfortable. C'mon, it's a free chair, all for you. He just loves having you within his reach at all times. He looks a little ridiculous whenever he pats his lap but you gotta love him.

He's not much for PDA, though. Before the manga he was just a pretty shy kid so he'd burst into flames if you did anything more than hold his hand in the busy public. During the manga, he's really busy trying to survive and he doesn't want you to be able to be used against him. In private, he's all over you.

He would likely only date someone he's known for quite a while, so once you've been officially dating for a few months you'll know that he's a huge fan of cuddling. Spooning is likely his favorite, but anything that feels like he's protecting you is his ideal.

If you pull him down by his tie he’ll melt. Do it. Do it. Just do it.

His love language is likely a mix of acts of service and physical affection.

He really likes looking cool. While in a serious fight his entire focus will be on destroying the enemy as fast as possible, once it’s over and he’s checked the perimeter for hidden enemies, he’ll be sneaking you glances almost asking if you thought he looked cool.

I care him deeply i need to find the time to read this series again

383 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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Hello can I please request kokichi, nagito, Gundham (separately ) with the ultimate hairdresser.

I'm obsesd with their hair (ever since I started studying to be a hairdresser I loved their hair even more I just want to style it and treat it all the time )

Good luck with school! I haven’t played DR2 in a WHILE so while I still have Gundhams character down decently I’m wonky with his vocabulary.

Kokichi, Nagito, and Gundham dating the Ultimate Hairdresser

Kokichi Ouma

He took a while to notice you beyond that of his other classmates; perhaps Tsumugi levels of interest. Decent enough to make fun of, but there were better targets.

However, when he could feel your gaze on the back of his neck, and carefully pick out the sound of your pencil scratching against the paper, he realized how intense your interest in him appeared to be.

So he took the initiative and rolled up to your desk after class, swiping the notebook from your hands before you could slide it into your bag.

"Hey, whatcha been drawing?" He snickers as he flips through the pages. The majority is notes of varying quality, which he dismisses as immensely boring. Once he gets to the doodles, his rapid pace slows to a stop. It's of him and his classmates; however, it's only recognizable through the hair, the heads having the barest of details laid into them.

"You all have such interesting styles," you confess as you attempt to snatch the notebook back. "It's really nothing-"

"Oh?" He says, pulling the notebook from your reach. "What's this? A new style for our dear Miu?" In the notebook was a sketch of the girl, original hair drawn next to other cuts.

"Yes! No! I mean- just stop bothering me!"

"Only if you give me a haircut! I wanna feel special too!" He rejects the notion out of hand, but whatever keeps the fun rolling.

"Really?" Your tone shows that you believe him whole heartedly. “I’ll find you after school, you’ll look great!”

And with that, his fate was sealed.

Nagito Komaeda

You didn’t take an interest in him for how nice his hair was; you took interest for how awful his hair was.

You had asked to give him a trim to practice your ultimate and he agreed immediately, always happy to be able to help his ultimate classmates.

The prewash was where you grabbed him by the shoulders, making direct eyecontact with him.

“Nagito, what the fuck have you done with your hair?” Your tone was incredulous and distressed. The appointment quickly shifted from a trim to you piling product and shampoos and conditioners and post shower lotions into his arms, all the while explaining in great detail exactly how to use and combine them all for maximum effect.

He smiles, nodding along with your words, and shows up to class next with hair dripping with lotion. Your classmates check outside for a sudden downpour that affected only him.

After that, you took over care of his hair personally. You figure it’ll work as a thesis statement.

Gundham Tanaka

He came to you, actually.

It was late at night, and you were on your way to bed when a knock on your door interrupted you.

Opening it showed you Gundham standing there, hair wrapped in a towel and shirt plastered to his body with water.

“I greet you upon this cursed evening.” He said, but whatever effect his form of speech had on you usually was nonexistent, considering the circumstances.

“Yeah….? What’s up, Gundham?” You looked him over and he deflated immensely. His explanation as he stepped in was half of his usual nonsense and half genuine worry- his hair bleaching had gone terribly wrong, and he had no idea how, and you were the first solution to come to mind, so if you could do anything to help he would be extremely grateful…

You could already tell where he had messed up and your hands were itching to fix it, so you agreed to help as you led him to your bathroom, pushing his head over your sink as you began damage control.

After that, you two became close friends and you became his trusted hair worker. In turn, you got to spend hours with his animals and him whenever you wanted, so you considered it worth it.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #dr x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #kokichi x reader #nagito x reader

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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Began this because my friend who hates Eula was being annoying (/deeply affectionate), kept writing it because women knights hot.

Eula dating someone who is very soft in personality

You know that classic image of the knight kissing the princess’ hand, gazing up at her through his eyelashes and you can see the love pouring from his eyes?

Yeah that’s y’all every time you see each other. You could be buying groceries for dinner, comparing two tomatoes when you feel rough hands grasp your free hand.

"My love," says the voice of your girlfriend, and you relax as she presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "How wonderful it is to see you."

"Eula!" You place the tomatoes back on the stand, turning to fully face her. "You're back already? I thought you'd be gone longer!" You intertwine your fingers, momentary embarrassment already faded from how often she does this.

Eula knows how to cook, but other than her favorite dish she makes them with an almost surgical precision, never deviating from a recipe. If you enjoy cooking, she'll gladly leave you to it. If your inclinations do not lie within the culinary arts, she’ll do the cooking. She’s surprisingly adaptable if you give her the time to learn.

You’re the only person she doesn’t say ‘I will have vengeance’ to, even softly.

Okay I’m getting tired, in conclusion Eula hot . Women hot.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #eula x you #eula x reader #eula x y/n

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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Cyno came home at 80, but better than losing the 50/50, I suppose…. Also this is not going to be using the cards that have been revealed because I doubt Signora would get a sweet card deal from some Sumeru game company.

Cyno - Card Games

Word Count: 439

“So then I play Grey Azhdaha?” You frown at the cards in your hand, eyes shifting between them. Your boyfriend leaned over your shoulder and nodded.

“Yes. It’ll combat Super Turtle’s Ultimate Shield.” He pointed at the card on the table, which had a turtle drawn on it holding a red rectangular shield. It was also wearing a hat. “Some consider this to be overpowered, but as Grey Azhdaha has few uses outside of shield busting, I think it-”

“I’ll play Azhdaha.” You interject, sliding the card onto the table. Your opponent, your coworker, leveled you with a pained stare. You couldn’t tell if it was because of your play or because of Cyno’s ramblings.

“I’ll play Atomic Adeptal: Spectral Species.” Xe threw the card onto the table and it landed to half cover your card. As Cyno leaded over again to examine it, you felt that you should have declined the invitation to your coworker’s weekly card tournament night. You had been forced to miss the last few, however, and you usually had fun. But you’d never played Genius Invokation before, let alone The Card Game. You’d asked Cyno to accompany you, and that had led to… This.

You had the worry that you wouldn’t be invited back.

“I can’t believe xe played Black Regislotus.” Cyno’s voice was as flat as ever, but you’d been friends and partners with him long enough to pick up the tone of annoyance. “That’s been banned in competitive play for two years because of how you need specific cards to combat it, ruining the appeal of the game as flexible and reliant on skill instead of reliant on the mora to get every card.”

“You were able to counter it anyway using that frog card.” You furrowed your brow, trying to remember the name. “Bullfrog Businessman?” The art on that card had been extremely cute, a little frog wearing an ill-fitting hat.

“Yes. That card is considered perfect for low level play, having no special abilities other than poisoning an enemy if it physically attacks it. However…” He droned on, and you couldn’t stop an affectionate smile forming on your face.

You grasped his hand in yours, looking up at the sky, stars dulled by the bright lights from the Akademiya but beautiful nonetheless. He squeezed your hand in turn.

“Thank you for… Inviting me.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “It was interesting to watch people who don’t play competitively.”

“Of course,” You say, and try to figure out the best way to ask to be invited back to the next game night with Cyno still in tow.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #cyno x y/n #cyno imagines #cyno fluff #cyno x reader

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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Kazuha came home (FAR too late, though….) and Klee came in the next 10 pull. So, why not write something small for them both? Cyno, if you follow along then you’ll get a fic too.

Kazuha - A Summer Day (feat. platonic Klee)

Word Count: 552

“Children are absolutely exhausting.” Kazuha nearly collapses against you, his usually unruffled demeanor smashed to pieces. You can’t dredge up the energy to poke fun at him for it, considering your own lack of energy.

“In our defence, the bombs give her a lot more to work with than most regular children.” You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, the combination of sweltering summer temperatures and the dry heat of Klee’s bombs a killer. Kazuha passed a drink over and you took it gratefully. Even the lukewarm liquid felt cool as it traveled down your throat.

“In our defense, she’s a goblin.” Kazuha murmured, and you choked on your laughter.

“Babe, she’s like 8. Plus, she gave you that ‘really cool lizard’. Wasn’t that sweet of her?” In your opinion, the lizard had indeed been very cool looking. It hadn’t been nearly as cool when Klee dropped it in your hands without warning, and her subsequent crying when you flung it away on instinct and none of you could find it again.

He nodded to you in acceptance of your point, taking a drink himself. Klee called you both over and you groaned quietly, getting to your feet and holding your hand out for Kazuha to pull himself up.

“What’s up, Klee?” You strolled over and took in the sight in front of you. Nothing was blown up, surprisingly- maybe she had gotten tired herself after all her playing. A dozen crayons were scattered on the grass, surrounding a piece of paper with scribbles on it. Klee grabbed the paper and held it up to show you. You squinted to make sense of it.

“Is that us?” Kazuha leaned over to get a better look, and a smile appeared on his face as Klee nodded furiously.

“Yeah! I’ve been having lots and lots of fun today! I usually can’t go too far from Mondstat without someone to go with me, and the Honorary Knight’s been too busy to play.” Her voice took on a pout towards the end. “But today you both took me somewhere I’ve never been before, and it’s been so much fun! I don’t ever wanna forget today.”

You covered your mouth. No matter how exhausting she was to deal with, Klee was one of the sweetest kids you had ever interacted with, you were pretty sure. “Klee, do you mind if I give you a hug?” You crouched and she jumped into your arms with enthusiasm.

“If there’s any paper left, we could draw our own pictures too.” Kazuha ruffled Klee’s hair, his energy returning. “That way we can each keep a memory of today.”

Klee nodded enthusiastically in your arms, pulling away. “Yeah! I have a lot of papers and crayons. It’s always good to be prepared for anything.” Her voice takes on a tone of repetition, but you’re fairly sure Master Jean hadn’t meant drawing utensils when she said to be prepared for anything.

The three of you sat on the floor again, and the rest of the day passed peacefully. Klee was returned to Jean in her sleep, her busy day finally catching up to her, and you and Kazuha barely made it back to your own home before collapsing into bed, all of you holding the drawings clutched in your hands.

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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hate you post written in smalltext hate you so so so so much

#not owo #stop doing this fellow writers or ill rip your teeth out your mouth

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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also regarding your commissions, what do you use to accept payment ? like paypal, kofi, venmo ?

Thank you VERY much for asking <3. I use paypal and ko-fi, but if those don't work then feel free to send me a message and I'm sure we can work something out.

#Anonymous #owo answers #writing commissions

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hello ! i was looking at your masterlist and had to look up the 6th game bc i remember the gmes stuff by nameinstead of release orderAHSSOUDJF the 6th game is spirit of justice right ? do you write for the characters in dual destiny specifically simon blackquill mayhaps ? have a nice day sorry for the bother ! have a cheese 🧀

Yes, game 6 is spirit of justice! I do write for the characters in Dual Destinies. Simon seems like he would be very fun to write for lmao

It's not bother at all; I appreciate you asking instead of bursting in and requesting 7 different SoJ characters with pregnant fem reader lmfao (ignoring my rules, in other words)

#Anonymous #owo answers

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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October Prompt 1 Cuddling for Maya Fey, please?

Yeah! I hope I get more prompts for this because its nice writing ficlets. Can you tell i was falling asleep as i wrote this.

Maya Fey - Cuddling

Her feet were always freezing. You groaned as you felt them press against your thighs like blocks of ice. Turning over, you propped your head on your hand as you watched Maya tap away on her phone, volume off as a peace offering to you.

“That’s the steel samurai game, right?” You asked, leaning in.

“Yep! Anniversary event is going on right now-” She broke her sentence, mashing at the screen with careful precision you knew came from playing since launch, not instinct. [You win!] flashed across the screen, and she released a soft cheer. “And they’ve released special enemies you can unlock if you beat them in battle perfectly.”

“And since you’re saving for those premiere tickets…” You trailed off, letting your head fall to the pillow.

“I refuse to buy them if I can get them for free.” She finished with a grin. A yawn fell from her mouth and she blinked.

“That’s a sign to stop for the night, I think.” You throw an arm over her shoulders, nuzzling closer. “Put on those socks I got you. Stop sucking my heat like a vampire.”

Maya snickered as she put her phone to the side. “Your body heat is so much nicer than the socks, though! You have so much, it’s selfish not to share.” Her head hit her pillow and her hand tangled with yours.

“I’m buying you one of those electric blankets.” You mumbled, voice heavy with sleep. “G’night, Maya.”

“Night, babe.”

#ace attorney x reader #maya fey x reader

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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Kazuha came home (FAR too late, though….) and Klee came in the next 10 pull. So, why not write something small for them both? Cyno, if you follow along then you’ll get a fic too.

Kazuha - A Summer Day (feat. platonic Klee)

Word Count: 552

“In our defense, she’s a goblin.” Kazuha murmured, and you choked on your laughter.

He nodded to you in acceptance of your point, taking a drink himself. Klee called you both over and you groaned quietly, getting to your feet and holding your hand out for Kazuha to pull himself up.

“Is that us?” Kazuha leaned over to get a better look, and a smile appeared on his face as Klee nodded furiously.

“If there’s any paper left, we could draw our own pictures too.” Kazuha ruffled Klee’s hair, his energy returning. “That way we can each keep a memory of today.”

#gi x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaedehara x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #gi klee #klee

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