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[steampunkglasses]

“The reason I sin is because there's a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell and I sure as shit ain't climbing no stairs.”

— Dazai

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— sdr2 circus au; circus of talent 🎪

— requested by: anonymous

“Now, a big round of applause to our dearest duo of clowns, Ibuki Mioda and Mikan Tsumiki!” announced Nagito Komaeda, the circus owner.

In a second, the stage was filled with confetti, bubbles and soap foam of all colors, and a clown with black, pink and blue clothing with horns in her head blasted to the public from the foam in a spark and a loud “boom!” and landed impressively on her feet, striking a pose with both of her fists closed against her waist and her long fake, pointy nose tilted up, while having a blue spotlight focused on her. It was an escape from the traditional Japanese aesthetic the circus had, but it was still impressive to the public.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” yelled her, “Ibuki Mioda!”

Then, another clown with a badly cut purple hair and wearing a black kimono with pink flowers and carrying a pie stepped peacefully in, with a big smile on her face. Abruptly, some kind of mallet hit her on the back in a comic “bonk” and caused her to slip on the foam, which caused her to shout and slide until she hit Ibuki, throwing her into the ground and falling right above her. The pie fell right into Mikan’s face and slid over to her outfit.

The audience bursted in laugher. Even Ibuki herself did when she looked up and saw Mikan with her face stuffed with frosting and her clothes full of foam.

But Mikan didn’t laugh. On the contrary, she brought her hands to her cheeks and started crying. “Oh, no! My pie is r-ruined! And I-I’m ruined too!” she whined.

Ibuki got up and slid her fingers through her chin, thinking about what she could do. Her face lit up with an idea, as she lifted her index finger on a classic gesture of “eureka!” She rant to one of the foam mountains and shoved her hands inside it, taking a pie out of it and he over to Mikan. The purple haired clown was crying so comically loud that she had to take a bugle and blew it loudly, making Mikan skip up out of fright — which made the crowd giggle. They stared at each other for a second, waiting for something to happen. Quickly, Ibuki threw the pie in her own face; it slowly slid down her face, and, when it finally did fall to the ground, it made her nose bounce quickly up and down, causing even Mikan herself to giggle.

“See? Now we’re even!” she exclaimed, helping Mikan to get up, and pulling her into a messy hug. The audience warmed up to a “awww” sound.

While Ibuki is entertained hugging her friend, Mikan takes a bandage roll out of her sleeve and starts wrapping it around them. Her plan was to just get Mioda wrapped, but she ends up wrapping both of them together. As she tries to abruptly separate them to reveal to Ibuki she’s stuck in bandages, she realizes they’re stuck together, and they both end up falling on the ground.

“Oh, no, this wasn’t what I planned...” whined Mikan as the public and Ibuki laughed.

They comically tried to roll out of the stage, but the bandages that tied them together only made them swing left to right to the delight of the audience. The man with white, spiky hair and a megaphone on his hands had to come for their help to the stage, also laughing. He simply grabbed the end of the bandages with one hand and harshly pulled, causing the girls to roll out to the ground, and you could easily picture birds flying in circles over their heads.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mikan Tsumiki and Ibuki Mioda!” exclaimed Nagito into the megaphone, giggling and staring at the crowd.

The audience applauded, as the spotlight gently strolled to the entrance of the ring and the two clowns from the previous number ran and left through a secret exit that couldn’t be seen by the public and the mountains of foam gently disappeared into the air.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen,” the circus owner roared through the tent once more, “welcome Peko Pekoyama, the ultimate swordswoman!”

As he said that, a woman with her hair stuck on a braid behind her back and wearing a black attire tight to her body walked slowly into the ring. On her mouth, she had a fat cigar. On her back, there was a black and silver sheath, containing a katana. When she was already a few steps far from the entrance, she drew the sword out of the sheath, placed it right under her cigarette and spun it as it was made of leaves, cutting the tip of the cigar off and causing some dust to fall, gaining an applause from the crowd.

From the other side of the ring, a man in a tuxedo and a hat covering his eyes entered calmly walking on the stage, pulling a cart with a box on top. He stopped when he reached a catapult, placing the cart right beside it.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he circus owner announced once again, “Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu.”

He tilted his hat up so his eyes were now uncovered staring at the catapult. The stage was a complete silence while Fuyuhiko opened the box and took something from it: an apple. He placed the apple in the bucket and started spinning a handle slowly, pulling a string and bringing the catapult down little by little. When he finally released it, the apple flew across the stage, and Pekoyama swung her sword and sliced the fruit perfectly in half. The two apple slices fell to the ground gracefully, as the woman stood in the same place, like she never even moved in the first place.

She gained more claps and surprised gasps from the crowd, but they didn’t even realize the act had just started.

Next, Fuyuhiko took another fruit from the box, a watermelon. He did the same as he did for the apple, and released the watermelon directly to Peko. This time, she jumped on what seemed like a flash, and the watermelon fell into the ground, sliced in half, while she landed still with her feet on the ground. Her braid or cigar didn’t even seem to have moved.

Once more, the public clapped, gasped and whistled with her performance.

Kuzuryu shoved his hand inside the box once more, this time picking up a megaphone. With one and holding the megaphone close to his lips and the other pulling the cart as he walked closer to Peko, he said, “Now, folks, prepare to see Pekoyama’s true act.”

They crossed eyes with each other and nodded. Fuyuhiko picked the box from the cart and put it on the ground right beside Peko. As he walked away pushing the cart to leave the stage, just stopping to pick up the fruit slices from the ground and take them out of the stage.

Peko swings her katana back to it’s sheath, leaning to the box and opening it completely. She searched for something using her hands, and found it: a lighter, and uses it to light up her giant cigar.

She throws the lighter back inside the box and takes something directly out of it, earning well-deserved gasps from the crowd.

Dynamite.

She brings the fuse close to the tip of her cigar, causing it to catch fire. The crowd whispers and gasps in awe and twinges of fear. Quickly, she throws the dynamite up and cuts the fuse before it can reach the dynamite, not letting it explode, getting one more applause.

She takes another dynamite from the box, puts it on fire using the tip of her cigar, but, instead of throwing it upwards, she throws it directly to the crowd.

The crowd started screaming, until something flashed in front of them, stopping the dynamite before it could reach them. Peko had jumped and cut the fuse like a thunder, and used the impact the bomb had on her sword to throw it down, or at least stop it from going forward to the crowd, causing the red pipe to fall on the stage ground. More applauses came.

Now, when she goes back to the box, she gets even more dynamite — a whole bundle. She spins the bundle to light it up using her cigar, and slices all the fuses she had to so it wouldn’t explode.

She just wouldn’t stop. She picked one firework, dynamite, or anything with a fuse she could cut and made the crowd believe it would explode until she cut it.

Until she saw she had one last explosive in the box, a firework. She takes the firework and lights it up with the tip of her massive cigar like she did with the others. The audience waits for the flash to strike and cut the fuse off, but that flash never came. A bright red explosion occurred behind her, as Pekoyama held the sharp tip of the sword against ser tongue, holding the grip with both hands. The crowd was in pure surprise while they watched the woman pushing the sword down her throat, slowly swallowing it. When the sword was already completely eaten by her, a loud gulp roars through the tent.

After a few seconds of digesting the sword, she sighs and takes the lighter from the box to lit her cigar one last time and blow smoke.

The tent was filled with claps, gasps, shouts, whistles, every impressed noise you can imagine. Peko bowed to thank the crowd, but didn’t leave the stage, just walked over to sit down in the first line on the audience, enjoy the rest of the show, seriously.

“Now, here they come,” announced the circus owner, as the spotlight strolled over to the entrance once more, “our best dancer and our best human cannon ball, Hiyoko Saionji and Teruteru Hanamura!”

From the entrance, a short man entered the stage. He wore an orange attire decorated with painted white flowers, and a white helmet to match. He waved at the crowd, calmly making his way into the stage. When the crowd least expected, he was knocked down by a huge mallet, getting a loud laugh from the crowd. The spotlight instantly switched to a blonde girl wearing a kimono that matched Teruteru’s outfit, only more detailed and with some kind of rocket bomb tied to her back, receiving a round of applause. She was standing on top of some kind of metal pedestal, tied to a tightrope. She held one green fan on each hand, and one long ornate pipe dangling from her lips. She looked so adorable it was hard to believe she was the one who threw the mallet at him.

Her sharp eyes rolled through the stage, as it was a sign for the music to start. A gentle traditional Japanese melody filled the silent tent, and Hiyoko slightly moved her arms, dancing with the fans.

Suddenly, the calming music stops, giving place for a loud cymbal sound, and then a suspicious and loud music starts as Hiyoko slowly moved one feet to step in the tightrope in front of her. The crowd gasped.

She slowly stepped again, and the rope shook. A tense music roared as she stepped again, and again, and again. Each of her arms were extended to her side, holding the fans tightly, while the pipe dangled on her lips every time she moved.

As she was on the middle of the rope, two fireworks went up and blew exactly beside her dangerously, the explosions not allowing her to continue. As soon as the two fireworks weren’t a threat anymore, she took a deep breath and continued, slowly, step by step.

At the end of the rope, there was only one last step left. Two fireworks erupted beside her again abruptly, surprising the public once more. She waited for the a bit after the explosion to continue once more, and, with one last step, she finished crossing the tightrope, reached the other metal pedestal.

A calming melody sounded again as the audience applauded and Hiyoko danced on top of the pedestal, moving her arms slowly while holding the fans open. As the music stopped, she stepped in some platform in front of the pedestal and, as Teruteru spun the handle, the platform descended with Saionji on top of it with the spotlight still focused on her. It took a few seconds until she was on the ground again.

While Hiyoko distracted the audience with her tightrope number, Teruteru set lots of fireworks, making some sort of oval arena inside the stage, with enough space for Hiyoko to dance.

She stepped inside the oval through a small opening Hanamura had left for her, as planned, and started a traditional Japanese soft melody started playing. She softly moved her arms and shook the fans on her hands while smoke of all colors coming out of the tip of the pipe, and sometimes even some sparkles. Sometimes she lowered her torso, keeping her head straight so the pipe wouldn’t fall off her mouth, and spinning so she could face every part of the audience. While she danced, Teruteru used a small lighter to light up some fireworks around her, causing light blue, orange and green explosions to happen right above them. As Hiyoko finished her dancing number, all the fireworks left exploded one right after one, as Saionji finished her performance with a cutesy pose, earning claps and shouts from the crowd.

After a few seconds holding her pose, Hiyoko walked over in Teruteru’s direction, who held her mallet with a smile that went from ear to ear. Now, the only spotlight had vanished, as all the tent lights turned on again, giving the audience a complete view of the stage.

“Yes, Miss Saionji?” questioned him with a sloppy voice while she stood right in front of him.

She didn’t answer due to the long ornate pipe on her mouth, but she put her fans on the ground and gestured with her hands in a sign of asking for the mallet, and he gave it to her. She held it with both hands and spun her arms around three times, releasing it on Hanamura and flinging him directly to the inside of the cannon, causing the audience to laugh. She walked calmly over to the cannon, as Teruteru waved dizzily to the public. Hiyoko positioned herself behind the canon fuse, leaning down to lit it up with a spark. The fuse sparkled away slowly, giving time to one more dancing act of hers. More colorful smoke came from the pipe dangling from her lips as she beautifully spun not only her arms and fans, but also herself around the stage, lighting up fireworks using the sparkles coming from the tip of the pipe.

Hiyoko knows exactly when the fuse finally burns down, which gave her time to strike an adorable pose while she plugged her ears as Teruteru was shot into the night sky, accompanied by an explosion of sparkles coming directly from her pipe.

“Yahoo!” he exclaimed as he flew over the audience. He went through a square opening on the tent — proper for him to pass — and disappearing into the night sky in a comical twinkle, causing the crowd to erupt with laughter.

The spotlight was back to Hiyoko and Hiyoko only. She walked calmly over to the center of the stage, tricking the audience to think she had magically made two fans appear on her hands using the ones she had just hidden using the space between her back and the rocket before the performance even started. The melody started again, and she went back to her dancing act, as all the members of the circus got in a line, with Saionji in the middle. When she was finished dancing, all the tent lights lit up again. Hiyoko threw her fans to the ground and Kazuichi, the mechanic that worked behind the whole show, gave her the mallet, that was comically big compared to Hiyoko herself.

Finally, the circus bowed to the public that shoved them with applause.

“Thank you all so much for coming!” said Nagito Komaeda as the crowd separated and left the tent. “Have a good night!”

As the crowd dissolved and there was only a few people left on the tent, the members were tired but extremely proud of one more extravagantly done performance, and were ready for a rest.

“Hey, now,” called Kazuichi, “why does Hiyoko has a rocket on her back?”

“For this,” said Peko, taking huge cigar out of her mouth and lit up the fuse, slowly bringing it back to her lips again.

“Wha— what—“ Hiyoko stuttered as she understood what was going to happen to her. In a few seconds, she was blasted into the sky and went through the same hole as Teruteru, screaming and cussing at her partners. While she flew up into the sky, she released the mallet, causing it to fall right over Hanamura’s head.

“Twinkle twinkle little star, oh-my-god-that-girl-went-far,” Ibuki sang a ditty, while Mikan had both her hands covering her eyes.

Pekoyama crossed her arms; she seemed weirdly proud of her action.

But it wasn’t done yet. The rocket exploded, causing a firework to erupt in a massive color explosion, forming a figure of Hiyoko herself to appear on the sky, visible to the public that had even left the tent already. The firework pipe in her mouth sparkled shooting even more fireworks. The firework Hiyoko cutely winks and blows a firework smoke ring, finally ending the show.

After the real Hiyoko came back from her blastoff, she went to help the other circus members to undo the tent and take down the decorations — it was their last presentation at that city, after all.

Now, her and Teruteru were removing the chairs, just like many of the others, as Hiyoko was back to smoking her funnily long pipe.

“Hey, Hiyoko,” said Teruteru, as him and Saionji removed the chairs, “I think our act was simply amazing. L-like, the way you danced and kept throwing me around the stage—“

His voiced made him sound like he was melting, and that exact tone was the one that made Hiyoko’s blood boil. She quickly got her hands on her mallet once again, held it close to the tip of her pipe so it was burning, spun it around and Teruteru was once again blasted into the night sky, this time creating a hole on the tent with an even brighter twinkle, that caused the others to cover their eyes like they were staring directly into the sun, even though the night was still outside.

It wasn’t exactly the sun, it was more of a fire, reflecting directly into Peko’s glasses as she carried one of the chairs that once held the public; it glowed just like the huge cigar that she wouldn’t remove from her lips. She looked at Fuyuhiko, that carried another chair behind her. “She might’ve broken a distance record this time. I wonder if he’ll reach the orbit again.”

Kuzuryu smiled behind her, trying not to laugh, “Just keep going.”

“Oh, no, this again...” cried Mikan.

Ibuki bursted into laughter, “This never gets old!” She watched him comically vanish, then put her palms around her lips and yelled, “Hey, shoot for the moon, Teruteru!”

“I can’t even tell if she’s joking or not,” commented Souda.

Hiyoko crossed her arms and used one hand to remove the pipe from her lips, “Keep going! Nothing to see here, morons.”

Nagito giggled, and they went back to working on undoing the tent. As she walked away, the smoke coming out Saionji’s pipe was forming heart shapes without her even realizing. Ibuki noticed it, and shook her head in Mikan’s direction as she was asking “Should I point it out?” and she frenetically shook her head as she was screaming “no!” and Ibuki immediately understood why.

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— pregame kaede akamatsu headcanons 🎮

— ok... now we got to one of my favorite pregame headcanon zones, so just enjoy it :))

she’s numb.

that’s it. she’s not popular or talkative, she just blends in the numbness and she’s not aware of her surroundings.

it’s hard to even notice her presence. she’s so... quiet. there’s usually nobody beside her, or nobody that would go up to you and ask “hey have you seen kaede?” for her.

really, she’s just... not someone who leaves a mark.

but that doesn’t mean she’s a sad person, though. that’s not it, she wouldn’t be lying if she says she’s ok by herself.

she’s just that person that sits down, living in their own little mind, and you can never tell what makes them happy without knowing them.

wanna try guessing something that makes kaede happy?

well, if you guessed a killing game with talented students as participants, you’re right.

she might not be the best at socializing, but when it comes to something she’s really passionated about — like danganronpa — she won’t shut up.

one day, even without knowing she was a big danganronpa fan too, shuichi and rantaro (I explain their relationship better in my pregame rantaro headcanons, but, so summarize, they’re besties) came up to her (because shuichi told rantaro he had a crush on her and rantaro was like “oh well go talk to her dumbass”) and it was kinda like this:

“hey, you’re kaede right?” said rantaro, pushing shuichi by the hand.

“yeah.”

“cool. I’m rantaro and this is my friend shuichi,” he patted shuichi shoulder.

“h-hi,” shuichi is a shy baby.

“hi,” and awkward silence.

“so... what do you like to do?” rantaro had to hold the conversation by himself.

“hm... I like to read, play danganronpa—“

“you like danganronpa too?!” shuichi exploded.

“yes!!” and they lived happily ever after.

let’s go to sexuality headcanons now: kaede is pan.

also she listens to mother mother, you can’t deny that after all you read.

I like for think the pregames had at least something in common with their in game selves, like, for kaede, she actually played the piano.

kaede is one of the people kokichi likes to prank the least, because she’s just so careless, she won’t even be bothered.

(GOD I gotta stop kinning the pregame kaede I created using my headcanons)

[steampunkglasses]

— danganronpa v3 girls headcanons: cute nicknames 💕✨

I JUST SCROLLED TO THE BOTTOM OF MY DRAFTS TO FIND OUT I FORGOT TO POST THIS I— I FEEL SO DUMB

also boys version here

Kaede Akamatsu

she would ask you to call her something first, and she would think about a nickname for you based on whatever you named her.

she would be more to elaborate poems and whole cheesy sentences then to elaborate names for you.

(oh shuichi, you play my heart better than I play the piano)

okay I’ll stop sorry

Maki Harukawa

she’s not the type to show affection, so she will always call you by your name

nevertheless, you call her “sweetie” often, and she blushes every time you say it

one day, when nobody is looking, she tries calling you “sweetie,” for once

“what did you just call me?”

“do you wanna die?”

you smile, “it’s okay, I loved it. and I love you even more.”

she blushes again, not saying anything else

she proceeds to call you “sweetie” every now and then when you two are alone.

Himiko Yumeno

“nicknames? nyeh, what a pain.”

you ask her to think about something cute for her to call you, or just try.

“something cute... bunnies?”

“yes! yes I love it!”

“nyeh, I shall call you bunny then!”

you just loved it.

you ask her if she wants to be called anything or if she wants you to come up with any nicknames for her

“hmm... master is good.”

“hm... sure.”

you end up continuing to call her “himiko” when you guys are out, but sometimes you actually remember her request and calls her master.

she calls you bunny often now, though.

Miu Iruma

she would call you something nsfw— which would probably paralyze you when she does it for the first time, but, thinking about it, you realize you probably shouldn’t be surprised.

you ask her to stop calling you that.

“b-but— why—”

“it’s... kinda embarrassing... but, please, stop.”

she doesn’t understands it right, but respects that you don’t like it and calls you by your name.

she still wants to be called something dirty, though. obviously, you refuse, and she frowns again.

“what if I called you ‘sweetheart’?”

she blushed; that warmed her heart, but she wouldn’t admit it, “whatever, nerd.”

you smiled; you know exactly how your girlfriend is.

Tenko Chabashira

(I had to make this one a fem!reader sorry)

she calls you the first cute name or thing it comes to her head when she sees you.

“is this degenerate male bothering you, darling?!”

“do you need anything, sweetheart?!”

“I’ll always protect you, honey!”

once, you two were hanging out with angie and she made flower crowns to the group. as she put yours above your head, tenko’s eyes shined, and she said, “you look beautiful, my flower queen!” and sometimes she still calls you “her flower queen.”

Angie Yonaga

darling, honey and beloved would be recurrent options.

she would call you by a nickname she made up out of your name mostly though.

sometimes, even “muse” when she wants to make a piece inspired by you.

Kirumi Tojo

you would be her “master.”

if you ask her to call you something else, and she would ask you what you wish her to call you, and she would call you whatever you tell her.

“you don’t need to act like a maid near me though—“

“b-but you love me so much... I am to serve you.”

“kirumi—“

Tsumugi Shirogane

“babe” and “darling” on main.

sometimes she calls you “sweetheart” or “prince/princess/royalty” though.

(I’m sorry I wanted to write something better but I just think it’s really hard to write for tsumugi—)

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— rantaro amami pregame headcanons 🎮

y’all are not ready for the amount of pregame headcanons I have— yeah I will fill you guys up with them 👍

honestly, just like in the game, rantaro is a pretty chill person.

I mean, until you get to the topic of video games

then, oh. boy. he. goes. crazy.

he LOVES danganronpa or any murder mystery game, so much that sounds kinda creepy when he’s talking about it.

really, his whole friendship with shuichi started because of danganronpa.

like, one day shuichi was just vibin’ in the library writing or drawing something about danganronpa — probs an angst kirigiri x reader — and rantaro just set beside him and was like “hey are you writing about Kyoko Kirigiri?! THE kyoko kirigiri???!” and shuichi was like “y-YEAH” and bam new friendship achieved.

he’s bffs with kiibo since they were kids, and they’re neighbors.

kiibo is actually the one who addicted rantaro to video games, but they kinda discovered danganronpa together.

“hey kiibo! I got this new game called trigger ha—“

“is it a murder mystery?”

“...yeah.”

“good. let’s play.”

and they became danganronpa fans.

I present you: homoromantic asexual rantaro.

he had a platonic crush on shuichi, or maybe still has 🧐😏

even though his closest friends are shuichi and kiibo, he is still pretty friendly, and he really enjoys hanging out with kaede and himiko.

out of everyone, he is the person that spends the most time with kaede and also one of her best friends.

pregame himiko also has an interest in magic, and rantaro loves to hear her talking about it.

yes yes he learns magic with himiko.

he loves to read and draw.

he’s a really good cook.

he’s also angie’s childhood friend.

he has at least 1 tattoo and I cannot be convinced otherwise.

he’s not popular, just a friendly chill guy.

[steampunkglasses]

— PREGAME CONTENT.

— kiiruma headcanons.

— rantaro amami headcanons.

— kaede akamatsu headcanons.

[steampunkglasses]

— pregame kiiruma headcanons 🎮

ok so... welcome to my pregame headcanon world I guess 👋

first of all, kiibo gamer and miu that person everyone thinks they’re dumb but they’re actually really smart.

(also yes I switch between thinking kiibo is a character created by the dr group and put in the killing game and thinking he was an actual human that was placed there just like the other students but let’s just make him a normal human for now)

kiibo doesn’t talk too much, dresses all in black, always seem to be on his own little world, headphones 24/7 and pretty good grades.

miu is really interested in robotics and technology, and she’s pretty much similar to her in-game self. she’s really smart and confident, but not many friends — people call her annoying, and she really doesn’t mind that.

one day, miu was almost leaving the school when she saw kiibo inside a classroom with a tiny robot, and he seemed frustrated.

she entered and asked what the hell was he doing, and he said “I can’t figure out how to make him talk,” and then she was like “oh that’s easy, here lemme help you.”

after messing with the robot while kiibo watched impressed in the back, miu finally got that thing to work.

after that, they started hanging out, and miu taught him some more stuff about robotics.

but miu isn’t all about robots, so she not only started talking about herself, but also asking questions about kiibo, and their friendship grew into a relationship.

btw remember I said kiibo was a gamer? yeah, he’s a big danganronpa fan, and he was the one who got miu into it.

miu was the one who kissed him and confessed first btw.

they have a couple playlist.

miu is teasing kiibo all the time, and one day he actually responded teasing her back, and she was red like “WHAT THE FUCK??!? YOU TALK BACK???!!”

kiibo loves when she lets him lay down on her lap while he plays a video game.

rantaro is one of kiibo’s best friends, and now is one of the couple’s best friends too.

uncle rantaro would 100% paint their kid’s nails when they were older

kokichi is one of miu’s best friends, so he’s always teasing kiibo, and he’s ready to make his life a living hell if he mistreats miu.

(quick summary of miu and kokichi’s relationship here: they love putting pranks on the others and on each other and they are those friends who are always cussing and teasing like they hate each other, when it’s actually fine)

also, he/they non-binary kiibo!

miu beats up whoever tries to tell kiibo he’s invalid, and calls kokichi with her.

these two have the cutest ice cream shop and video game night dates EVER.

one gives chips on the other’s mouth when they’re taking turns on playing something.

miu always falls asleep first, and kiibo just covers her with a blanket and keeps playing or watching whatever they were having on tv.

they can’t pay attention to it though, they keep turning to look at miu and having one of those stupid-in-love smiles bc she looks so cute sleeping 🥺💕

I mean she’s snoring and drooling but she still looks cute 🥺🥺

one day when they just started really dating, miu just came to kiibo with their cellphone unlocked and she was like “am I your lockscreen? 😏😏” and he blushed like “yeah...” she wasn’t really supposed to see that.

“awww” she hugged him. they’re so cute when he’s blushing because of her, according to miu.

THEY BOTH LOVE ROBOTICS AND BUILD STUFF TOGETHER

miu did kiibo’s eyeliner at least once and loves to do it. no, I’m not taking criticism on this.

miu’s a prankster, and is always pranking kiibo.

kiibo does any cooking they need, or they just go on some kind of fast food place.

once, miu tried baking a cake for kiibo.

somehow, she managed to put the cake on fire.

[steampunkglasses]

— miu iruma headcanons 💕

— welcome to my miu iruma kinnie house, feel free to stay if you’d like.

TW: cussing.

ok, so, first of all, music headcanons.

a chaotic girl has a chaotic music taste.

fuck machine and dirty mind on loop on her earbuds 24/7.

I can honestly picture her walking alone somewhere just dancing around singing “you can have the sex with me ohh oh we can have a baby or threee” around without even noticing what she’s doing.

she loves msi, marina, ashnikko, ayesha erotica and Britney Spears.

she 100% listens to music while building something.

she has a special playlist just for the maintenance with kiibo, and let’s him add or remove some songs too.

I feel like her and Ibuki wouldn’t actually get along, but she would actually like Ibuki’s music.

even though she trashes it and calls it “lame” whenever asked about it, miu secretly likes more calming music too.

she has a secret playlist just for songs she calls “lame” but likes, and only kaede and kirumi know about it.

they found about the secret playlist when miu herself asked her for recommendations of “bad songs” for her to stay away from. They didn’t mind it though, but they respect miu’s wishes of it being secret and don’t tell anyone about it.

also, yes, she likes stupid hoe by nicki minaj. she just does.

ok ok, now to just general headcanons.

she is a bi icon yes 💅

honestly, I feel she’s just like “well, you’re hot...”

she can surprisingly cook.

she loves chocolate, mainly the smell of it.

all of her outfits are either pink, purple or blue.

she has an actual really childish side that you can only discover by being really close to her.

she has a dollhouse full of dolls and love building mini-things for them, and even asked Tsumugi to teach her how to make clothes just so she could dress them up better.

she secretly loves playing video games.

her room is all fluffy, pink and blue and adorable. no, I’m not taking criticism on this.

she had an animal jam phase... I can feel it.

she acts like she doesn’t, but she secretly likes kids. sometimes, even her enjoys leaving the perverted jokes aside... but it’s still so rare.

ok but if miu actually took care of monotaro as her kid, she would be like “don’t fuck with me and my child,” and monotaro would be all like “hell yeah mom!!”

Ryoma and her actually pretty much get along well.

She just LOVES sweets.

honestly I would just love a scene of souda and miu working together. I feel like they would get along so well and build something really cool—

— if you guys want anymore miu headcanons let me know, I’ll probably do more ;))

[steampunkglasses]

INTRO.

— hi! I’m bon, and welcome to my new writing blog for bungou stray dogs and danganronpa!! hope you enjoy it here! 💕

MASTERLISTS.

— danganronpa.

— bungou stray dogs.

REQUESTS/RULES.

— first of all, I would appreciate if you could check my bio to make sure my requests are open.

— if my requests are open, I’m more than happy to write them!!

— I can write for any danganronpa (from the 3 main games, preferably) and bungou stray dogs (ADA and Port Mafia only).

— for bungou stray dogs, no manga spoilers please.

— I do headcanons and scenarios, ship or x reader.

— if you’re going to ask for an x reader, please specify the reader’s pronouns or gender!

— if you ask for some specific headcanons, my limit is 4 characters, but if you’re asking for something more simple coming to danganronpa (like s/o nicknames, handwriting, musical taste headcanons, etc.), you can just put, for example, “sdr2 boys...” or “thh girls...” and I’ll write short headcanons for all of them.

— I don’t feel comfortable writing yandere or nsfw content, so I won’t do it! Aside from that, I can try writing anything, but I’m still better at writing fluff and angst.

— I just want to be clear that I have school and a life, so please give me some time to write in my own rhythm!

— when it comes for headcanons, I like to write in a kinda funny way, and maybe not always following gramatical rules— but when it comes to au plots or scenarios, I can write a school essay.

— I’m completely ok with writing things based on songs.

— I’M COMPLETELY OK WITH RECEIVING NORMAL ASKS THO! like if you just wanna chat or ask me something, I’m completely ok with receiving them anytime!!

— in summary, I can try to write any plots or headcanons you guys ask me, since it’s from the sources I know.

— if I don’t feel comfortable writing whatever you requested me to, I will let you know the fastest I can!

— I promise to do my best!

ABOUT ME.

— hello! I’m bonnie, but you can call me bon, bonbon or just any nickname you can think of, and I go by any pronouns, but preferably they/them.

— I’ve been writing stories for a while now, and I’ve wrote aus and even fanfics before, but I just started writing my headcanons down somewhere a little while ago, and, after reading and seeing so many cool writing blogs, I find interesting to post them.

[steampunkglasses]

— BUNGOU STRAY DOGS MASTERLIST.

armed detective agency.

-`,✎. osamu dazai;

— soukoku: queen of the night 🌙

port mafia.

-`,✎. chuuya nakahara;

— soukoku: queen of the night 🌙

[steampunkglasses]

– DANGANRONPA MASTERLIST.

new danganronpa v3: killing harmony

all my pregame content.

— irumatsu/kaemiu headcanons

— cute nicknames for their s/o (boys version)

— miu iruma headcanons

— cute nicknames for their s/o (girls version)

super danganronpa 2: goodbye despair

— circus of talent.

danganronpa: trigger happy havoc

— nothing to see here yet.

[steampunkglasses]

— random soukoku scenario/one-shot 🌙

I was listening to queen of the night by hey violet when I thought about writing something soukoku themed based on the song, so I created this.

also I’ve might have been a bit carried away by the situation and ran from the song and I feel like it’s not in character enough— well idk, you tell me

honestly I’m new to writing this kinda stuff and being an overall tumblr writer so I’m 100% nervous on posting this

anyways hope you like it!

TW: implied suicide attempt, cussing

— “Idiot, what did you do?” asked Chuuya, bandaging Dazai’s arms. The brunette was fallen on the floor, leaning his back and head against a wall, while Chuuya was crouched in front of him, using one hand to hold his arm extended to him and the other one to roll the bandages on his arm.

“You know...” Dazai mumbled with empty eyes staring at the sky.

Chuuya almost growled, “You jumped of the top of the building. Got it.”

Of course he knew that he had jumped, he was the one who fought him before he could reach the ground.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Dazai complained and insisted, even though he was the one who gave Chuuya the bandages he carried on his pocket.

But Dazai can’t fool his ex-partner that easily. He was full of bruises, and just jumping off a building wouldn’t hurt him that much, he had to be at least in a fight to have that amount of bruises. A bar fight, maybe?, Nakahara wondered. Osamu knew how to hide his emotions well, and always seemed either upbeat and funny, or so mad he could slice anyone into pieces. Now, his eyes were so foggy and rainy, so empty and gray... there was something up with him.

“You’re bothered, I can tell,” he said.

A few drops of rain started falling upon them and their surroundings.

Dazai looked at his ex-partner with the corner of his eyes, “Oh, so you wanna hear about it?”

“I don’t have anything better to do, anyway,” the redhead looked away, still bandaging Osamu’s arms.

Dazai faintly smiled, “Then, you don’t need to.”

The brunette lifted his hand so slowly it seemed heavy and lightly touched Nakahara’s cheek. “What are you doing?” the redhead asked, blushing a bit.

“Chuuya,” said Dazai, adjusting his posture so he wouldn’t look like a corpse anymore. He paused, leaving Chuuya’s face slightly reddish pink. Osamu’s hand slipped down slowly to Chuuya’s shoulder, curling his index finger on a strand of his red hair; he finally completed, “Can I do your hair? It’s one of the few things I like about you.”

The redhead would’ve punched his face if he didn’t look made of paper at that time. “That was it?! You made me nervous!” he yelled.

That was enough to make Osamu give him that smirk, that one that made Chuuya want to beat him to death from annoyance. “Good. I was just lying,” and he took his hand off Nakahara’s shoulder.

Chuuya grumbled, finishing to bandage Dazai completely.

“By the way, Chuuya,” started him, “I’ve got some business to talk to take care of tomorrow, can you help me to do it?”

He didn’t even think about it, “No.”

“What?!” Dazai complained like a child. “Why not?!”

“I don’t wanna help you. Why should I be the one to help you, idiot?”

“Yeah, but you were the one who came to pick me up when I was falling off a building, right?”

Chuuya got up, turned his back to his ex-partner and clenched his teeth, “The next time, I’ll just let you die.”

Dazai giggled, “Oh, you couldn’t.”

He hated that tone of his voice. He hated Dazai. He hated him, he hated him, he hated him—

And he hated the fact that he was right.

He wanted to shove a bunch or curses in his face out of anger, but Osamu was faster than him. As Nakahara turned to face him again, Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s coat and pulled him, making him fall right on top of the brunette, and Chuuya even had to extend both of his arms touching the ground to keep himself still.

“What the fu—“ Chuuya realized what Dazai was doing right when he grabbed him by his shirt collar with one hand and pulled him closer, and, using his other hand, he held the redhead’s chin until their lips touched, starting a slow kiss.

When they finally separated, Chuuya clenched his teeth again of of anger. Not only at Dazai, but at himself. He was angry that he actually liked that kiss, and wanted to do it again. Deep inside, Chuuya felt like Dazai only wanted to use him to get to Mori, use his weakness to get the help he needed from him.

“Stop that,” he said. “You’re trying to take advantage of me.”

“I’m fine with you not helping me, Chuuya,” said Osamu, smirking once again.

“Damn it,” he grunted. “I hate you.”

“Believe me, it’s mutual.”

Nakahara got up. He wouldn’t fall for Dazai’s mind games. He didn’t meet him yesterday, he knew that suicidal maniac could manipulate basically anyone he wanted, mainly Chuuya.

“What you want my help on?” he asked, with his back turned to the brunette.

Dazai smiled, “Anything you’re willing to help me on!”

He thought about it for a second, “The rain’s getting worse. Want me to drop you off at your apartment or wherever junk you live on?”

“Oh no, no,” he giggled, “I don’t want nobody I know to see me in that ugly motorcycle of yours!”

Chuuya quickly ran to Dazai, grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him up, shaking him, growling his name, while he laughed at the other’s angry.

The redhead took a deep breath and finally released Dazai. “Well, then, you wanna stay at my apartment?”

Dazai blushed a bit, but hid his embarrassment by snapping his fingers and saying, “There’s been a while since I’ve been there. I didn’t really wanted to go back to that filthy place, but sure.”

“What did you say?!” Nakahara growled angrily once more, making Dazai laugh again.

“Well, well, let’s get going!” the brunette announced.

They walked to the motorcycle, parked not that far from the building they were leaned against to, and Chuuya took his helmet. “If we’re lucky enough, you fall and die in the street,” he said.

They got on the motorcycle, and Dazai held tight against Chuuya’s body, but that wasn’t the closest they’ve ever got.

Dazai might’ve even called Chuuya’s place “filthy” before, but everyone knew it wasn’t. It was organized and clean, mostly black and white furniture. There was a hook on the wall next to the door where they left their coats and also left their shoes near. Chuuya demanded Dazai to sleep in the black sofa — which had some stains that he couldn’t tell if it was wine or blood — with a small gray blanket, but he had to shower before even sitting down. They were both wet from the rain, but Dazai was soaking. While the brunette took a shower in the other’s bathroom, Chuuya changed his clothes to a really similar outfit and used a towel to get himself dry. The redhead just left his ex-partner’s wet clothing inside a bag near the door, and gave him a white buttoned shirt and black pants.

Dazai was already sitting down when Chuuya unexpectedly threw himself on top of him and gave him a kiss. Dazai could feel Nakahara’s bitter taste of anger in his tongue.

Chuuya’s plan was to kiss him one last time and leave to his room, hoping to never look on Osamu’s eyes again, but Dazai was once more faster than him, laying down on the sofa’s arm and pulling the redhead to lay down perfectly on top of him.

They slowly separated; both knowing they needed more.

“Damn it,” Chuuya growled again, “I hate you.”

Dazai smirked, “It’s mutual.”

At the only sound of the raindrops getting stronger, Chuuya wrapped both of his hands around Dazai and pulled their bodies closer. Osamu used one hand to get rid of Mr. Fancy Hat’s hat, and the other one rested on Chuuya’s cheek, slowly pulling him to another kiss.

[steampunkglasses]

— danganronpa v3 boys headcanons: cute nicknames 🥺💕

headcanons of nicknames the v3 boys would call their s/o bc we all need some fluff in our lives 🥺💖💕✨

Shuichi Saihara

poor baby is way too nervous to call you anything but your name or a nickname everyone calls you.

when you guys are comfortable though, he might call you “dear.”

he would probably do it on accident, blush and then ask if it’s ok by you.

you say that you like it, so he starts calling you dead when you two are alone.

KIIBO

he’s unfamiliar with these names.

so you ask him why he never called you one, his response was “was I supposed to?!” and you’d laugh at his confusion.

he would ask for examples and what do you want to be called.

if you ask him to choose, though, he would probably choose “sweetie” or just keep calling you by your name.

Kokichi Ouma

anything to annoy you.

he would ever call you animal names, like “bunny,” “squirrel,” or anything that would piss you off the most.

though, when you guys are alone and he’s not trying to tease you, a “baby” or even “love” might escape.

Kaito Momota

you’re his “little star,” or his “universe.”

sometimes he would still call you “babe,” though.

you guys would call each other any cheesy-cute name involving the universe, stars, or anything there is on the Milky Way.

Gonta Gokuhara

you would 100% be his “tiny bug” or “butterfly.”

he would also probably have called you “centipede” or “spider” once or twice but you told him that was way too far.

he texts you every morning saying “how’s gonta’s tiny bug doing?” and you smile like an idiot reading it every time.

Korekiyo Shinguji

LOVE

HE WOULD CALL YOU LOVE AND LOVE ONLY

maybe honey or beloved sometimes

sometimes when he’s telling you about stories, he might make a comparison to one of the characters to you and BAM A NEW NICKNAME FOR YA

he would still mostly call you love/beloved or honey though.

Ryoma Hoshi

he would be scared to give you a nickname, as he felt like it was a sign you guys were getting closer and, the closer you got, the more he feared to lose you.

(I’m so sad I love him way too much RYOMA DESERVES BETTER😭🥺💕)

you start teasing about him though, and calling him every single cute name you know of, and even asks him to do the same

he asked if it was ok if he called you “dear,” and of course you are.

you guys call each other “dear” since then.

Rantaro Amami

his “baby,” “dear,” “love,” “honey,” “sweetheart,” anything.

he would call you the first nickname that comes to his head, and you’d always love it no matter which one it was.

[steampunkglasses]

— irumatsu/kaemiu headcanons 💖

(I’ve had this in my notes for way too long I need to share it— and also first post so hi 👋)

[non-despair au with the ingames]

[I was listening to delicate by taylor swift while writing this and OMG IT GAVE ME SUCH VIBES I LOVE IT I RECOMMEND YOU DO SO TOO HERE]

okay, now, to the headcanons!

miu made some kind of mini-piano for kaede to bring anywhere for her to play whenever she wants.

kaede composes and/or plays something for miu at least once a week.

miu regularly brags about kaede to the others, or, better phrased, about herself. “oh, you know who the luckiest person in the world is? my girlfriend. she has this gorgeous girl genius all for her.”

kokichi would tease kaede about it, asking her how could she date someone like miu and shit, but she wouldn’t even care.

miu would explain each of her inventions for kaede, and she would listen carefully.

miu would 100% build anything kaede needs.

“kaede you’re such a gorgeous girl genius... just a bit less than me, though. now, if you excuse me, I have to built this!”

kaede would help miu to create some more... sfw inventions — but she wouldn’t stop doing her other ones though.

they both love pink, and like to swap clothing and buy some for each other.

kaede loves to do and play with miu’s hair.

most of their dates would be at each other’s houses, probably watching something or just chilling on each other’s room.

when they have sleepovers, as kaede has a single bed, she would put a mattress for miu. it would be useless, as miu would climb up to mess with kaede at 2am and they would end up sleeping together.

usually, kaede is the one who kills a spider when there’s one. if there’s a cockroach, kaede calls rantaro to kill it.

(I can EASILY picture both miu and kaede up a table with kaede on the phone screaming “RANTARO WE NEED URGENT HELP” while miu screams “FUCK OFF YOU FLYING LITTLE SHIT” and rantaro is completely confused and kaede’s like “JUST COME... AND BRING A SHOE!!!!”

if there’s any other bug, they have the idea to call gonta to take the bug with him.

(they actually tried calling shuichi first, and he was just like “me??! why not call gonta??” and they actually found it to be a good idea)

kaede surprises miu with kisses and cuddling attacks outta nowhere. she used to get really startled by it, but now she’s getting more used to them and sometimes can even tell when one’s coming.

miu would tease kaede 24/7.

once, kaede even teased her back, and the amount of embarrassment that caused on iruma is the exact cause she just let’s her tease her without responding.

kaede would have a picture of miu as her lock screen. miu’s lock screen would be something pink aesthetic, but if you open her photo gallery, oh boy there’s a 1000 pics of akamatsu there, some kaede didn’t even know she took.

miu would stay awake after kaede just to take pictures of her sleeping.

one day, kaede caught her, and asked what has she doing, and her response was “a-ah!! it-t’s just... you look so cute in your sleep, k-kaede!” and she would be completely confused, but miu got so nervous and scared she just patted her head and said “you’re cute too,” and oh boy miu PANICKED.

still, miu’s contact picture for kaede would be one of hers sleeping.

once, kaede drew in her face to take a picture too (something kokichi suggested, ofc) and, when she woke up, even though miu panicked a bit, she just looked at herself in the mirror, turned to her girlfriend, tried to hold in her anger and said “I’m still super hot!” and both of them wouldn’t stop laughing.