#but WHAT ARE THEY JUNKO' and is NOT getting distracted doing something else

[aparticularbandit]

kyoko realizing that she's in literally the same position in oafc that she was in oaei and proceeding to then compare makoto and junko with the conclusion being "i could always trust makoto to want something good, but i could not trust makoto to actually have a plan i can follow" and "i can always trust junko to have left breadcrumbs for me to follow and have a logical plan in place, but i cannot trust junko to want something good" and then going with "yeah, but you know what, i like junko better, and so i'm not mad at her" is not what i expected, but here we are.

[lu3ky777]

Junko is disgusted with how flat Mukuro is, so when she has her back turned, she injects her with a needle that causes her breasts and ass to slowly expand more and more until her shirt and skirt can't contain them. Once she sees the change, Junko gets aroused and decides to fuck her senseless, while abusing her ass and roughly groping her tits, all with the intent to fill her pussy with cum

Mukuro was a tall, strong, and muscular girl but she was also very flat. This was unacceptable for the raging futa Junko, who wanted a fucktoy sister and not a super soldier sister. Junko had tried everything from chemicals, to syringes, to even some special sugary treats from Ruraka that were supposed to help.

They didn't do anything for the longest time which almost made Junko fall into despair. But it turns out, it was just a delayed reaction. All of them kicked in at once and Mukuro grew thick plump thighs, a massive pair of titties that surpassed Junko's own, and two huge globes of ass for her to stare at.

Mukuro had became so thick her own clothes stretched out and were ripped, Junko would have to buy her some more later… or maybe she wouldn't~ not like she was going to leave the room for a long time. Junko stared at her sister trying to find something that fits, bending over which gave Junko a huge futa boner. She took off her own clothes and quietly snuck up behind her, usually this wouldn't work on the soldier but her new huge tits and ass distracted her with constant clapping sounds.

Junko gave a huge spank to Mukuros ass, smiling wide to herself as her sister stood up quick in alarm “Start twerking, then I'll consider if you're worth my cock sis~” Mukuro rapidly started twerking on cue as she stared back at her huge cock, Junko could have had a small cock and Mukuro would still be obsessed with it but the fact it was huge~ That made her wetter than all else. After a long time of twerking her ass, making sure Junko saw just what all her work had resulted in. Junko decided that Mukuro was worth it now, as she pressed the tip against her ass.

—

Mukuro's ass was fucked relentlessly as she had been moaning and screaming for 7 hours. “Sis~ your body is so good now~” Junko said somewhat in voluntarily, she came a massive load in Mukuro's ass as she screamed “JUNKOOOOO~~~” Junko pulled out as Mukuro breathed heavy, but Junko wasn't tired yet~ she flipped Mukuro over as she put her into a mating press “You will beg for this Mukuro~” “Please Junko~~~ Breed me~” “I. Said. Beg.” “I NEED IT JUNKO~ GIVE IT TO ME!!! ILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!!!” Mukuro screamed in desire “Pathetic~” that was all Junko said before ruthlessly mating her.

Every thrust from Junko was like a mighty punch to the face, except more in a pleasurable way. Mukuro came after every single thrust, which was a lot considering that Junko was moving faster than Mukuro could have imagined her sister could go. She slammed into her as if her life depended on milking orgasms out of Mukuro, Junko kept up this aggressive fucking for hours. “Ahhhh~~ it feels good having a caked up cum dump~ today will be the best day of your life ok sis?” Mukuro couldn't even think of refusing as she screamed out “YES JUNKO~~~” what little mind she had left disappeared, forever lost to Junko~

[biipbop]

Ive been too depressed to draw lately so Im going to ramble on the flower child Au comics I used to do. Mainly bc I ve been wanting to draw them more but, again, too depressed to draw.

The end of p2is? Didnt happen. Bc I wanted my babies to all be happy together. Tatsuya and Jun immediately become that annoying couple. They become infamous in sumaru bc they will be sweet on each other in public and Tatsuya, the intimadating deliquent with rbf, melts like the pathetic lil man he is when his bf simply suggestively smirks. No one but Maya and Lisa can do anything about it bc:

-Eikichi: just is not fazed at all by this. He is constantly third wheeling bc he can not read the room and does not notice what shenanigans the two are doing right next to him. He'll literally have a conversation with them while theyre making out and not even flinch.

Katsuya: Oh he fucking notices. People even come to him to complain that he needs to do something about his brother. But lord help him if he tries to argue with Tatsuya in front of Jun. Katsuya cant even process the audacity of watching his brother, the pathetic melted damsel in distress, s w o o n as his catty brat of a boyfriend polietly emotionally destroy him (katsuya) where it hurts looking down at him with his pointed high legs crossed and perched comfortably on tatsuya. Katsuya eventually develops respect for Jun. It takes some time though

Everyone else: theyre just too uncomfie and intimidated

The boys respect Maya too much to be as over the top as they usually are. While when lisa is there jun is too distracted sassing her.

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-Gas chamber-

Eikichi wants tatsuya and jun to join his band. Tatsuya does not want to until Eikichi reminds Tatsuya theyd be a rock band. With a specific aesthetic. A visual kei aesthetic. Which means *Jun* will be dress up in visual kei aesthetic.

Tatsuya convinces Jun to join. (Little does he know Jun had always planned to join but had only hesitated bc he would want Tatsuya to join)

Lisa would join a little later on. Eikichi would be against it and so is Lisa. It's only after Jun makes it competitive that Lisa enthusiasticly joins to try and one up him. Eikichi is only convinced when he finds out that he and Lisa actually sound really good harmonized together.

They develop a fanbase in Sumaru's underground indie scene (as small as it is). Lisa and Eikichi even begin to write original songs that are well recieved. Yukino and Maya contribute in furthering their career when they publish an article on the indie music scene that follows a night in the life as gas chamber, students during the day musicians at night. The band even begins to travel to gigs outside of sumaru.

They become a hit nationally and internationally in asia. (In the future they develop global fame with video sharing platforms (niconico and youtube) become a thing) After touring SEA in 2003 the band comes back to Sumaru for a break. Specifically, Lisa has been doing acting jobs between playing with the band. She had agreed to work on a movie so the boys agreed to take a break while she films for the next couple of months.

It's during this time that Eikichi and Miyabi get married. Tatsuya and Jun originally had planned to take the time as a break. That is until one day Jun and Lisa are on some variety show together (I dk if this is clear but eikichi tatsuya and jun may not be performing but theyre still doing their own thing. Like starting clothing lines, interviews, television cameos. Etc etc all that you would expect from a celebrity in the early 2000s)

While backstage they run into Jun's mom who hosts a show for the station. Jun and his mom have a strained relationship and Jun hasnt reached out to her since he was back. When they run into each other, Junko wants it to seem like a casual thing but really she was seeking him out. A family member that Jun hadnt seen in years had passed away. She wanted him to go to the funeral with her.

He agrees with the understanding that tatsuya would come along. When they arrive they discover the family member died young of illness. They were a single parent and were leaving behind a 2 y/o baby boy. It takes very little time for Jun to love the baby. And even less time for Tatsuya to agree to adopt the baby

And that's how Jun and Tatsuya become Akira's parents.

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Gas chamber goes on hiatus for a couple years once Jun and Tatsuya adopt. Lisa continues to take on acting gigs. Eikichi opens his own studio and makes an independent record label in sumaru. Jun and Tatsuya open a flower shop together.

Akira becomes the idol of the group. Eveyone wants to be his favorite aunt/uncle. Everyone wants to babysit. Jun teaches akira how to garden. Tatsuya tries to teach akira about motorcycles and cars to little success.

Akira becomes a mini Jun. They wear (fashionably) matching outfits. Akira learns fortune telling through tarot from Jun. He even learns how to be dramatic and cute to make his papa tatsuya melt.

When he's older the group begin to make music again and do performances in Japan. Aunt Maya is happy to watch over Akira when its not possible to bring him along. Junko even manages to convince the overprotective parents to let her do right by her grandson.

It isnt until akira is 16 that gas chamber goes on another international tour (their first and final tour they agree). Everyone is excited and planned it for a good year now. Akira was to stay in sumaru. Junko was to watch over him with Maya checking in on them when she can.

That is until he's arrested.

Akira makes Junko promise not to tell his dads. They had planned the tour and other events for so long he didnt want to ruin it. When Maya finds out she is the one who gets him a place to stay in Tokyo. Maya refuses to hide what's happening from tatsuya and Jun but she keeps it super vague "there was an incident but dont worry! I'm taking care of everything" and of course jun and tatsuya trust maya 100%.

And thus p5 happens

[dragondemoness]

Soo I really really loved the Junko and Mukuro ditzy little brother prompt so how about a sequel of them dealing with the girl that he has a crush on and also first finding out their precious baby brother has a crush. That person being Celestia and Kyoko(seperate) and see them being overprotective big sisters and wanting to make sure that he'll be treated right by them. While he hasn't confessed he does hang out with them a lot and has gone a few date like outting with said girl.

Dude imagine this, but with Maki and Tenko-

Celeste and Kyoko as Overprotective Big Sisters Headcanons

Celestia Ludenburnt 

Having Celeste as an older sister is... interesting

She acts less like a sister and more like a mother

She spoils the shit out of you and gets you whatever you want

If she catches you eyeing something, it's yours

She'll scream at Hifumi for screwing up your milk tea as well as hers

It's overwhelming and even embarrassing at times

She also dotes on you a lot

Not to mention highly protective

Anyone who even glances at you the wrong way earns a very scary glare from her

Eventually, you started coming home late and didn't respond to her texts

Naturally, she knew that something was up

You came home one day to find her sitting in the dark, like a dramatic wife waiting for her husband to get home

"Hm, well, look what the cat dragged in."

She demands to know where you've been, and frustrated, you go up and hide in your room instead of answering

The next day, you avoid her as much as possible

So she takes things into her own hands and spies on you

Turns out, you've had your eye on a girl

So the reason you've been so distracted was because you were hanging out with her

Celeste was furious, and almost wanted to forbid you from seeing her ever again

But the happy look on your face changed her mind

Perhaps she hadn't been taking your feelings into account

So when you got home, she apologized for acting out

You hugged and made up

But she did want to ensure that this girl was treating you right before giving her her "blessing"

So you introduced her to Celeste

She was suspicious of her at first, but slowly started to relax

And upon learning that you hadn't confessed yet, she encouraged you to do so

And she was happy that things worked out for you two

Celeste may be overprotective and overbearing, but she just wants the best for her lil bro

Kyoko Kirigiri

Also quite protective of you

Without her parents, she took it upon herself to raise you on her own

She didn't want her grandfather to teach you to suppress your emotions like he did with her

You guys are super close though

She knows you like no one else does

Even over text, she can tell how you're feeling

So when you started coming back late and not responding to her texts, she was on high alert

The second you came back home, she asked you questions about where you've been, borderline interrogating you

Unfortunately, this ended up pushing you away even further

She didn't mean to be overbearing, she just didn't want to lose someone else

But upon further investigating, cough cough spying she figured out the cause

You were interested in a girl, so you were rather occupied with her

Kyoko couldn't remember the last time she's seen you so happy

She quickly realized her mistakes and decided to make things right

So she apologized and opened up about her fears of losing you

You actually didn't know of this, so it deepened your bond even more

So you made up, and Kyoko told you she would let up on you

She trusted that this girl was perfectly fine, but you introduced them anyway

It helped her to feel more at ease, and she knew her baby brother was safe with her

And that's all she could ever ask for

[dragon-in-the-watery-bowl]

Saudade

More stuff for the Ghost AU, this time about Akane and Utsuro.

Has been some days since she found Utsuro, both of them having become ghosts still tethered to the mortal realm through means unknown to them, and she had been brought up to speed on what had happened in the time she was brain-dead somewhere in Japan.

By the time she had woken up as a ghost, the Tragedy as she knew it had finished months ago, with so many things having happened in the meantime without her knowing it.

She knew that Junko had died, beaten in a Killing Game of her own design by the six survivors of her class. She had heard that history a lot of times on the Kisaragi Foundation's headquarters, told by the mouths of its employees.

But there was much more than that, and she had just starting to process it.

Right now, she was on Makoto Naegi's residence, the place still being strange and unknown, even with the days she spent there.

She couldn't avoid having confusing feelings every time she saw Master Utsuro talking with Makoto. She was happy that he was finally able to smile and laugh like everyone else, after years of numbness caused by the Divine Luck giving him everything he wanted, but she spent so much time doing everything she could think, even joining Ultimate Despair and getting her hands dirty with the blood of innocents, just to see him smile at least a little, but she wasn't able to do it.

What was the reason she failed but Makoto succeeded in that endeavor?

She was lost in her thoughts, and almost didn't heard Makoto's voice calling her.

"Taira?"

She jumped when she realized that the luckster was at her side, haven't registered his movements until now, leaving her trying to look calm, and probably failing, looking at his expression.

"Are you ok? You went really quiet and still all of a sudden" With the boy's words, she looked at the ghostly form of her master, looking at her with his usual stoic expression, but she could see a glint of concern on his eyes.

She smiled, even though the claw marks in her gut were starting to ache, to calm them down. "Sorry for worrying you, I got a bit distracted, that all". Makoto and Utsuro's expressions still showed concern for her, but, thankfully, they didn't say anything.

She floated away from the room, trying to clear her mind away from them.

---

Makoto was fast asleep, having fallen asleep in the couch after Kyoko told him that she was going to arrive late, thanks to a problem in the Future Foundation's headquarters. Utsuro was floating around the couch when he noticed the white-haired maid sitting at his side.

He hated to admit it, but, after seeing her spirit that day on Hope's Peak, and discovering that his attempt to save her didn't work, a part of him was happy she died.

There was a part of him that couldn't let her go, that hated the idea of someone else stealing her of him.

He hated it.

He felt her head rest over his shoulder, something she always did, even before they infiltrated into Hope's Peak, and he always let her do it.

Both of them stayed like that, neither of them saying anything, until Akane talked.

"How he did it?"

He raised his eyebrow, confused at her words.

"How was Naegi able to make you feel again?"

Oh.

"What was he able to do that I wasn't?" Her hand had curled into a fist, trembling "I tried everything, and it didn't work. What was wrong? What I did wrong?"

He couldn't look at her face, but he knew she was crying. He knew why all her attempts to make him feel never worked, and he felt that she knew it too, even if it was subconsciously.

The Divine Luck.

And how she was connected to it.

He let her cry until she calmed down, before starting wiping her tears with his thumb.

He didn't realized how close they were until he saw her face, red in embarrassment.

In that moment, he felt his face heat up and tried his best to put some distance between their faces without it looking too awkward.

He was sure he failed to do that.

An awkward silence covered the room, neither ghost knowing what to say, with only the luckster's snores breaking the silence.

Without any of them saying anything, Akane, her face still red, opened her mouth.

"I'm... really glad that I met you, Utsuro" She smiled a bit, without looking at him "There's a lot of things that i regret doing, but being with you isn't one of them"

He didn't say anything, but his expression said it all.

It took some time, but he finally understood.

How ironic is that being separated was what made him understand what she meant to him.

The future was uncertain, it was impossible for them to know what would happen the day they finally arrive to the afterlife, but one thing was certain.

They changed.

And whatever it broke between them could be repaired without the weight of the Luck keeping them away.

It was a overly optimistic thought, but they already abandoned despair time ago.

And what they had in front of them was a bright road ahead.

She already had gotten close to him again, him feeling her head against his shoulder again. She was still a bit flustered, but he was ok with that.

He put a hand over her shoulders, that made her hug him tight. If he were still alive, her hug would had knocked the air of his lungs, but in his actual state, it only made him feel a little ache on the bones he broke when he hit the water.

The night was going to be long, but they were happy.

And that was the only thing that mattered to them.

[mythgirlimagines]

UDG au where Monica learns about the Junko AIs and decides to implant them into Komaru while she was unconscious. So now Komaru is seeing Junko and think she’s a ghost

Now that's something I've never thought of before

When Komaru woke up and saw a girl that nobody else around her could apparently see, she just knew it was a ghost. What else could it be, when she knew she could see ghosts anyway?

The girl kept going on and on about despair, poking fun at a lot of the stuff Komaru was trying to do. It was really irritating, to say the least, and occasionally very distracting.

In fact, she could swear that ghost kept trying to get her killed or something. Who tries to keep up a conversation when she’s trying to get away from a horde of monokuma?

Even when she tried telling Toko about it, Toko almost didn’t believe her- until she described what the ghost looked like. Then, the look on Toko’s face was almost haunted herself.

The ghost- Junko- she kept following Komaru around no matter what Komaru did. She hated it, she wanted Junko gone. But what could she do unless she somehow defeated despair once and for all?

[semitransparent-glob]

i will ask questions on the condition that you never use the pleading meat emoji again (please). what're the motives? what's the puzzle/solution you're most proud of? do you incorporate dr traditions like a double murder in ch3 and the buff one dying in ch4? what character made you the most sad to kill off?

LMAOOO ok i promise <33

tysm for sending questions 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I think i am going to put this under a readmore bc i am going to ramble so so much

I definitely followed conventions of the 3 visual novel dr games, and studied the trials and motives to make my own motives and trials. I found as many consistencies as I could and tried to stick to them for my fangan, just to give myself a framework to work off of and I thought it would be fun :^))

For the motives: I have all of them planned out pretty well except chapter 4 and 5, which need some ironing out but i have some ideas.

Chapter 1: The motive is the idea that one among them has already killed someone, but since the person wasn't a student, there will be no trial. What actually happened was that one of the people working for the mastermind was killed by the mastermind, because that person was planning to betray the mastermind. The mastermind then staged her body in a spot where the students could find it, and claimed that one of the students had killed her in secret. But because none of the students actually killed her, they aren't able to figure out who among them did kill her, and so they just keep throwing accusations and tensions rise, leading to a killing on false suspicions.

Chapter 2: This motive is kinda specific to Shin, my Ultimate Ghost Hunter, but because the mastermind has all information on the students, she can do something like this. Basically, there's a horror movie that follows a serial killer butcher, but throughout the movie there are subliminals that activate a curse/pact Shin has with a demon that he made in the past. The deal is, he has to kill someone or else he will die horribly from the curse, and he has a time limit. So this leads to him killing someone, and then staging it like the movie to frame my ultimate Butcher character. (this follows the "revealing a serial killer" convention (even tho it's fake))

Chapter 3: The motive this time is a time limit, but its so that if they don't kill anyone, they get to go free, but they will all have their talents completely erased from their brains, and will have to live as talentless people. Junichi, who can't stand the thought of losing his talent and livelihood, ends up killing two people to keep it.

Chapter 4: for this one I have a sort of end goal in mind, where the Real goal was to create a complex murder and prolong the trial as long as possible so that one of the people working for the mastermind can work behind her back while she's distracted to slip information to the students. There needs to be something more to push for a murder, and i'm still working on that

Chapter 5: Like v3's chapter 5, the motive this time is to create an unsolvable murder in order to break the killing game. I also think that Kazuya may be getting too much info at this point, and the mastermind may cook up a motive to put a target on his head specifically, like how Junko did to Kyoko in chapter 5. I am still workshopping this one as well.

OK for puzzles, i am still working on my trial puzzles, and honestly not super confident in those, BUT i am kinda proud of some of the hints for the bigger mystery. I think the ch 3 motive is one of them, the indirect hint being that if Monokuma has the power to just. take away someone's talent, that might say something about the talents and their legitimacy. (foreshadowing for the fact that their talents are fake like in v3)

To add to that, Kazuya (my lesbian komaeda clone) starts the killing game not knowing his talent, but later finds a letter of acceptance to Hope's Peak in his room that wasn't there before, and it claims that he is the Ultimate Lucky Student. He will tell this to Emiko (main character) and say that the fact that it was clearly intentionally placed there might mean something; basically, this is information that the mastermind *wants* him to know, and he is aware of that.

In the end, it will be revealed that Kazuya was originally supposed to be the Ultimate Character Designer, and that is foreshadowed by his drawing gloves >:^) (that was an idea from a friend hehe <3)

HONESTLY i was sad to make any of em die, but i think the one that's gonna hurt me the most to write is Rokurou's death, not only because I am very attached to his character but because he's a killer and is gonna get executed </3. I wanted his death to mirror Gonta's in a way, and dear god that trial Hurted me.

but also just look at him. He's a sad cowboy who does math.

ALSO KAZUYA. like i knew the moment i made him he had to die but also like. I like him so much ...

[cinnabun-faerie]

Danganronpa: Yandere Headcannons

A/N: I'm so happy someone requested something of Danganronpa!

Warnings: stalking, mention of death, manipulation, protective behavior, imprisonment

You can find other Danganronpa Masterlists ↳ here

» Celestia Ludenberg »

she has no intention of becoming your friend

at least that's what she wants you to believe

it's not like you're going to be just friends with her anyways, right?

you're her love

you'll be with her whether you like it or not

she'll make it seem like she's your only choice

of course, she has a plan to isolate you

manipulating those around you to hate you

or even for you to hate them

and when you think you're alone and have no one to turn to

she will swoop in to pick up the broken pieces of your heart

pretending that she had a change of heart

telling you she can't understand why anyone would hurt you like this

you don't need to know that she was the true puppet master

she will make you depend on her

you will need her to function

and she will be happy to oblige

caring for you and loving you

but she will slip and show you her malicious side when you argue with her

and you'll understand that you are truly trapped

that she's the one who put you in this situation

you hate her

but that doesn't matter to her

because you aren't getting away from her anytime soon

and if you dare try, she won't hesitate to punish you accordingly

» Ibuki Mioda »

You were the cutest person

you were definately her type

not to mention you shared the same taste in music

she just had to have you

and so she'd get close to you

being very careful not to show you a side of her that you shouldn't see

yet

you'd be the best of friends

and you even confessed to her

who was she to say no?

Now you could be together

but she had to make sure that you would never leave her

she would take to stalking you to find out where you live

once she finds out she'll break into your home

it wasn't too hard to do after all

and she would kidnap you

once she has you somewhere safe, she'll lay down the law

you aren't going anywhere

you're going to stay with her forever

try to break up with her if you want

but it's not going to work

you were the one who told her that you loved her and wanted to be with her

now you'd have to lie in the bed you've made for yourself

» Mukuro Ikusaba »

She would be more of a secretive yandere

always watching you from afar

protecting you

she always made sure to know where you were at all times

if you were friends she would have to make sure she met up with you somewhere private

she didn't need Junko finding out about you

if she caught wind that you meant the world to Mukuro, you'd be as good as dead

Mukuro couldn't allow that

if anything happened to you, she'd never forgive herself

you were the only person who really made her feel so alive

so you weren't allowed to die

unless it needed to be done by her own hand

but she could never think of doing that

she just loved you way to much to harm you

she was very patient though

she was willing to wait for you

you will love her eventually

it just takes time, that's all

on the other hand, she won't tolerate anyone else who attempts to get your attention

she isn't afraid to cut them down or sabotage their plans

you only need to look at her and no one else

» Sonia Nevermind »

She is the possessive yandere

so once she has you in her sight, that's it

you're hers

there's no way you can convince her otherwise

she'll appear to you as really sweet

she'll become your best friend in no time

honestly you love her bubbly personality

and you won't notice anything off until it's too late

one night you're walking alone, and she calls you

this distracts you long enough for her guards to kidnap you

if you were harmed she would not hesitate to end them

she would lock you away so you would have no contact with anyone but her

you would truly see her true self

it would break your heart

how? how could she really be like this?

she was so sweet

it would drive you insane

not to mention the fact that you had a whole living area to yourself

windows barred and doors locked

you couldn't get out

it's not like you could anyways or even wanted to

especially as she mentioned casually that she could make your death look like an accident if you tried

[ramenaddicted]

Just desserts WIP (Keigo x Reader cheating angst)

Some angst that I'm writing. @deleteddewewted

Content Warning: Cheating, angst, cursing, and implied drug use.

Again this is a WIP so it's still in the process, so the next time you see it it might be structured differently.

Love is an unyielding force, depending on the person. Some people love hard, others have what I call an inkling of love. Meaning the love is there, just not enough to make them stay or leave. Or some have no love at all; they fake their emotions just to gain a means to an end. So how do I classify the person who threw away three years of a perfectly good relationship?

Here we both stand in our (his) apartment; his eyes are downcast on the floor. He's silently begging for the floor to open up and devour him whole. My body moves on autopilot as I walk away from him, feet leading me to his den of sin. Our bedroom was once a source of comfort for us, now I'm hastily reminded of him fucking another woman on the sheets I painstakingly picked out, a nice burgundy color for fall.

As I hastily pack the essentials: clothes, toiletries, and a few comfort items, all harshly packed away in my purple suitcase. I feel the warmth of his body enveloping me; hands circled my waist, pulling me against his heaving chest. Why is he crying? Isn't this what he wanted?

He wanted an open relationship, he wanted other people, he wanted sex on his terms. None of which includes me, so I'm leaving.

"Please don't go," he begs. Funny for years I had been trying to get him to open up to me and now all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants he wants to have a breakthrough.

I forcibly pushed him off of me, I refused to feed into his crocodile tears.

"I'll be back sometime next week for the rest of my stuff," I reply venomously.

He screams for me to wait, but I'm already at the door. Fist clenched tight around the doorknob. I take a long breath before turning back to him. He's so beautiful, a cheating bastard, but a beautiful teary-eyed bastard.

"I refuse to be a fool for you anymore."

I refused to listen to his cries and pleas as I opened my gate to freedom and closed it behind me; trapping him in his den of sin or now his gilded cage of guilt.

||||

The first three days were the hardest; when I first left the apartment I wandered aimlessly until I got hungry and hunkered down in a café. It was like God was playing a cruel joke; there were couples everywhere, being cute and loving. It makes me sick, so in between drinking my too-sweet macchiato I called Junko, my dear friend, to let me stay at her place through this whole ordeal. I didn't have to wait very long before a familiar face was decorated with comical makeup (clown core is what she calls it.) Bustled through my section of the café.

"I know I'm supposed to cry with you, but this all-nighter setting spray."

I fucking died at her response, classic Junko; a fashionista to the end.

After leaving the café we went to a nearby convenience store and loaded up with everything: junk food, alcohol, and eye drops...for when we smoke "cigarettes" on the roof of her apartment building. During the walk, my phone kept vibrating in my pocket; I kept receiving calls from Keigo and ...Miruko? I was very tempted to throw my suitcase case and phone over the bridge, just a big fuck you to the birdman with Hella mommy issues.

A blood-curdling scream ripped itself from Junko's throat, startling the fuck out of me.

"From experience, if you don't scream or cry, your thoughts and emotions will cloud your mind." She said with a jovial look etched into her clownish-looking features. "I rather scream than do something stupid, like throwing a 40,000¥ phone into a river."

She's right. So for a good half an hour; I screamed into the indigo/orange mixture that was the sky over Mustafu.

"Fuck you Keigo!!!"

My back welcomed the plush bedding of Junko's guest bedroom when I fell backward on it. Back lounging on the softest and not cum stained sheets; did I allow my eyes to close. I didn't allow my mind to dawdle on birdman and all his shortcomings, instead, I thought about-

"You wanna smoke a bowl?" Junko inquired while standing in the doorway.

"You might wanna pack that bowl nice and tight." I meditated while staring at the colorless ceiling. My night ended with me and Junko smoking a bowl on the roof of her apartment building staring at the ever-changing hues of the sky,...yeah I'll be alright.

||||

I don't remember much of day one at Junko's, day two I spent most of the day hiding away and thinking. My relationship with Keigo had red flags from the beginning. His crude personality manifested when the two of us would have fought and in the end; when he got knocked down a peg, would lead him to hide or fly into the night.

Funny, he can insult me, but when I raise my voice I'm being unreasonable.

With my collection of parental issues; I swallowed my pride and apologized. Every single time I would come crawling to that mother fucker his eyes glowed darkly with amusement. Another red flag was the gifts; Keigo expressed early on that he was a gift-giver, and it never sat right with me. One day a Givenchy dress showed up on my doorstep; Keigo was adamant that I wear it to a charity function. The next gift was a necklace he quietly placed around my neck while I was distracted. Lastly and the most shocking, a forced threesome. We had talked about fantasies and whatnot; I jokingly mentioned that I wanted to have a (hypothetical) threesome with him and another Pro hero, you know as a joke.

" Keigo, what is this?"

"A gift for patching me up last week."

"Such a loving girlfriend, Yasmin.” Miruko passionately murmured. Her desire-filled crimson eyes bore holes into my frame. Yes Miruko is a beautiful and intimidating woman, but

I couldn’t stop the chill that ran through my body as I watched Pro Hero Miruko saunter over to my direction, all dressed in expensive-looking lingerie. The necklace that Keigo gifted me before, fitting comfortably around her neck. Tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear, her lips were on my left earlobe; hot, wet, and hungry. I felt Keigo’s bare chest against my back as his tongue seriously licked my right earlobe.

My thoughts are a mess; my pulse is racing faster than a speeding bullet, my body is racked with tremors, and my throat is dry. Why would he do this? Am I not enough for him? Does he want someone else?

We got as far as kissing, Miruko could taste my uneasiness through her passionate ones while Keigo watched from his place on a chair in the bedroom.

[tsukasalvr]

Hello! If you have requests open may I get the murdered S/O promt like you did with Taka, Chihiro, nagito and hiyoko but with Gundham, Chiaki, Hiro and Kazuichi please? Thank you!

AN: Ofc babes<3 I should also remind u I don’t take requests- but I’ll do this cus I haven’t posted a lot and I liked writing this!! But feel free to request again if you want since my brain is big dumb

𝗔𝗡: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁,,, 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗶 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿 𝘂𝗵𝗵

; 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨/𝙤 𝙡𝙡

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗩𝟭 & 𝗩𝟮

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗬𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼, 𝗚𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗺, 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝗶, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝗻����𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗩𝟮 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝟯 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗰, 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲

; ʏᴀsᴜʜɪʀᴏ ˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

This killing game made him nervous and scared

But he always put up a confident smile with you

He never wanted to worry you or make you scared knowing that any of you could get killed so he always tried to make you happy but saying a dumb joke or doing a dumb stunt

He would do anything to distract you

But he knew deep down no matter what he did to make you happy, anybody could get killed at any second

He tried looking into his crystal ball but that didn’t seem to work since his predictions more than half of the time weren’t right

So instead of trying and trying to look into the future, he decided to go ahead and look for you to see how you were doing

To see if you were still happy or needed some cheering up

He looked in the kitchen since you often spent your time in there either eating snacks or making tea with Sakura and Aoi.

But to his luck you weren’t there

So instead he went to your room since that was also another place you spent your time in of course.

He knocked on the door “Hey s/o! It’s me Hiro!” He yelled, and waited for a response

But nothing came through

So he opened the door and was introduced with a bloody sight

You were dead on your bed, your neck and stomach slashed

He fell back on the floor- shaking and screamed

Celestia and Makoto came running and when they looked at your bed, they also became frightened

Celestia quickly told them that she was gonna go get the others while Makoto stayed there watching Yasuhiro knowing he must’ve felt horrible since you guys were together

All Yasuhiro could think is how he wishes he could’ve been there to protect you

If only he wasn’t as scared then maybe he could’ve been there

If only he could predict this could happen

If only his predictions were more accurate

If only instead of trying to cheer you up, he could’ve protected you instead

If only he could turn back in time and protect you instead

But he knows he can’t and that only bring him further into despair

; ɢᴜɴᴅʜᴀᴍ ˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

You all were stuck in the funhouse

Day by day you all were getting weaker and weaker by the minute

You all needed food but you all needed to escape to do so

And so far there wasn’t any safe way to do so, the only other way was to kill someone and none of you wanted to

Most of the time you stayed with Gundham since there was nothing else to do

You two were in his room laying down on his bed next to each other, bodies close together as your head was laid down on his chest

You were currently holding Cham-P in your hands, petting him gently while deep in thought

You knew that one of you was going to die soon

Of course, it was the only to escape

You knew what you were going to do soon so you spent as much time with Gundham and the Dark Devas

Once it was time to go, you kissed the Dark Devas and Gundham goodnight and left to your room getting ready

The next morning, Gundham waited for you at the table to go to Monokumas Tai Chi lessons

But after a while of waiting, you never came so instead he headed to your room- but you weren’t there either

So he stood there thinking on where you were until he heard the body announcement

He quickly went ove thinking you might’ve been over there waiting

When he got there, instead he was greeted with you dead body on the floor

Cuts all over yourself and even a big deep slash against your chest near your heart

It was pretty clear it was a suicide considering on how you were holding a small tool in your hand with a gentle smile on your face

All Gundham could think is why you’re like do this. He should’ve been the one dead not you. He was going to kill someone just so the rest of you could leave, but you beat him to it

All he could do is look at your body with despair

Is this why you were spending so much time with him? Were you planning to do this for a while? How long?

Thoughts were racing in his head, his eyes became blurry but he just quickly blinked and wiped his tears off

He knew he had to investigate, after all, you’d died so him and others could leave

But that still doesn’t stop him from feeling despair and wishing that he died instead of you

; ᴄʜɪᴀᴋɪ ˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

Before you two were even ont his island, both of you were dating

You would often play games or just have cuddle sessions

Both of you got in Hopes Peak with your talents but that quickly turned around when Junko brought despair and Chiaki got executed

You were heartbroken when you saw Chiaki die in front of you and then you and your other classmates became remnants of despair causing chaos and despair in the world

But with the help of the Future Foundation, you all were saved and had a fresh new start with new memories

But thankfully you remembered being with Chiaki so now you spent a lot of time together playing games to distract yourselves

But what you didn’t know was that Chiaki was the traitor who was with the future foundation.

Chiaki try’s her best to keep away from the other since she doesn’t want to lose you. The only time you are apart is when you are sleeping in your cottages.

You walked Chiaki back to her cottage since it was getting late and then left to your own shortly after, but you failed to notice someone watching you.

The next day, Chiaki went to your cottage so you both can go to the restaurant to meet up with the others.

When she knocked on your door, it pushed open. Despairing thoughts immediately flooded her mind,

‘Were you killed? No, you might’ve just forgotten to close the door... they were forgetful sometimes... yeah... maybe”

Without a second thought she pushed open the door, you weren’t there. ‘They might be in the bathroom.. they might’ve opened the door to leave but went back in to go to the bathroom..’ Chiaki thought.

When she went in your room and saw the bathroom was unlocked which only raised more suspicion. She went in and was greeted with your body against the sink with a big wound on your back with your clothes and hair all messy.

She stepped back and started shaking ‘No. No. No... not them too...’

She ran out and found Hajime and Sonia outside, she immediately called them and brought them over to your cottage.

All she could think is why. Why did it have to be you who died.

She can only think about how this will be last time you will ever see each other even after the killing game, even after you all get out.

She knows no matter what that she will bring hope and destroy this despair.

; ᴋᴀᴢᴜɪᴄʜɪ ˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

The despair disease has been going around

Lucky for you and Kazuichi, you didn’t get it but that didn’t stop from Kazuichi being scared

Kazuichi has always been scared, even from the very beginning of the killing game so he always tried to keep you away from the hospital.

You and Kazuichi were looking at old-busted computers. Kazuichi was ranting to you about Nagito and how he seems even more annoying than usual.

You could tell he seemed worried about the whole disease. So, you decided to maybe go run to the store to get some snacks for you and him to maybe cheer him up.

You quickly told Kazuichi you’ll be right back telling him you’re gonna go to the store and get something.

He obviously wanted to go with you since he was worried but you told him to stay here and look around.

You ended up seeing Mikan go into the ‘Titty Typhon’ being oddly suspicious. You wuietly followed her, even if she tried to kill you, you most likely would be able to fight back since Mikan didn’t seem that strong.

But when you went it, what you didn’t except was two people to be there. Mikan and Ibuki. When they saw you, Mikan told Ibuki to get you. She immediately did with Mikan right behind her.

All you could think is how you’re not even going to be able to say goodbye and I love you to Kazuichi, your thought was quickly interrupted when you felt a sharp pain on your neck then darkness consumed you.

Kazuichi was getting more worried, sure the store was a bit far but it shouldn’t take this long.

He quickly ran over with thoughts going through his mind, ‘What if you were killed?!’ He sure hoped he was wrong.

On the way to the store, he heard a scream. He rushed over and saw Hiyoko on the floor, her kimono messed up.

“I-It’s an-another murder..!” She yelled as she pointed at the entrance.

When he went in he saw Ibuki body hanging. He told Hiyoko to run and tell the others.

When Kazuichi and Hiyoko ran back with the others, they were also greeted with your body, taped against a pillar.

“W-WHAT??!” Kazuichi yelled when he saw your body. Your dead body wasn’t there earlier, so how?

He ran over to your body looking at it with tearful eyes.

Why did you have to be killed?

Why didn’t he go after you?

How did this happen?

Why would someone do this?

Who did it?

Thoughts were running through his head. All he could do is stand there and cry. He’s never felt this terrified before, why did his s/o have to die.

He thought you both were going to get out of this place together, but things never seem to go right.

He cried and cried as despairing thoughts consumed him

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[aparticularbandit]

For Your Birthday

Summary: Mikan's birthday comes after the Tragedy, and Junko has made it very clear that she definitely, most certainly, will not be there.

She's got more important things to attend to, after all.

Fic Rating: T.

AO3

alternate ending

“I won’t be here,” her beloved says, “for your birthday.”

Plans within plans within plans, her beloved has, so when she says something like that, there’s no way to change it.

Enoshima-sama’s mind isn’t like a clock, simply and battery-powered, or even like a computer, programmable even if you don’t understand it.  Sometimes, Mikan imagines her mind like an entire human body to itself, with every cell and every organ working in conjunction for one much greater….

No.

That can’t.

Mikan doesn’t really think in metaphors very often.  She’s not very good at that.  But she knows that when her beloved says that something won’t happen, then it won’t; knows that the reason it can’t happen is because for it to happen, something else in her beloved’s plans has to drop by the wayside.  It’s not about priorities, or anything like that.  If Enoshima-sama could…could change it, then she would.  She would be here.

It isn’t because she doesn’t love her, or anything.

(Of course, one could say that the way her heart drops is her beloved’s gift to her – or, even, the way she will feel despair at the fact that her beloved won’t be there when her birthday finally does come around.  Knowing Enoshima-sama, that’s probably the best gift she could hope for, not because she thinks it’s the best, but because her beloved does.)

Enoshima-sama runs her fingers soft through Mikan’s hair, bends locks of it in her grasp, and makes a sharp sound of disapproval.  “You need a haircut, bestie.  This is all—”  Her nose turns up.  “—disheveled.”

~

“I won’t be here,” her beloved reminds her, “for your birthday.”

There’s no name for what her beloved is doing with the world, not yet.  People rarely name disasters until they’re in process; how you can name something before it begins?  They haven’t even named the massacre of the student council; they’re still trying to cover that up; and really, that’s the problem, isn’t it?  Maybe, if they hadn’t covered it up; maybe, if they’d been honest with themselves and with everyone else, it wouldn’t have gotten this bad.

It’s okay, Mikan wants to tell her.  I don’t really celebrate it anyway.

Of course, if she said any of that out loud, she’d stutter, she’d get tongue tied, her words would run together, and she wouldn’t even be able to look up at her beloved as she said it.  She’d be looking down at her hands, keeping them clenched together so tightly because she always does that, it’s a habit.  (If her hands are here, then they aren’t anywhere else.)

This way, saying nothing, she can imagine the conversation as it would have gone – which is to say, not at all – and she can keep her eyes on her beloved the entire time, instead of being distracted with her own inadequacies.

(Her beloved loves her for those inadequacies.

Maybe she should say something.)

“That’s not, like, a big deal to you, or anything, is it?”  Enoshima-sama barely looks at her, one hand propped on her hip.  She yawns, covers her mouth with one hand, and twirls about on one heel.  “Birthdays are kind of boring, anyway.  It’s the same thing every year!  I don’t even remember mine half the time!”

(Mikan always catches the lie.)

~

“I won’t be here,” her beloved says as the world crumples around them, “for your birthday.”

The sky isn’t red then, but when Mikan looks back on this memory later, as though holding it in a glass orb in her hands, she’ll remember it as red.  The thing of it is that the blood red with black clouds doesn’t come until after her beloved has gone away from her, hidden in that old school building with the other survivors, another massacre in the making.  That, at least, will have a name from the beginning – the Killing Game, her beloved calls it.  Sometimes the Killinger Game, which begs the question: will there be a Killingest Game?

Probably, after the Killinger Game is done.

(It’s a work in progress, her beloved says sometimes, dissatisfied, bored with her own title schematics.

Every now and again, Mikan thinks that maybe she’s waiting on her to offer another option.  But she doesn’t have anything to say.  If it were a horror movie, it would probably be something like The Killing Game 2, but that’s even more boring than the Killinger Game.  At least Killinger is kind of…kind of funny.

Isn’t it?)

The red sky and the black clouds come from the air pollution, among other things.  Bombs.  Fires, perpetual.  She’ll need a gas mask or something.  They all will.  Her beloved doesn’t want her to waste her time making sure they recover from breathing in too many things they’re not supposed to be breathing; she says that there will be enough air purifiers later for them to be just fine, so long as they wear the masks for a few months.

But, again, all of this will happen after she’s gone.

Likely around that birthday that keeps getting brought up, as though it’s something special.

“The Killing Game Remix: Killing Me Softly,” Enoshima-sama says, drumming her fingers against her lips.  Then her eyes light up, and she grins.  “Killing Me Loudly!” she chirps.  “That one sounds great, doncha think?”

~

I won’t be here, Mikan remembers, for your birthday.

But here, out of nowhere, a present wrapped in white and black with a small red ribbon for a bow and a gold rimmed card with her beloved’s handwriting in bright pink gel pen.

Mikan brushes her fingers against the present, unsure if it’s even real, but it’s very much there.  She doesn’t read the label first, saves it for last, because her beloved’s words are just as important as her beloved’s gift – maybe more so.  Her fingernails, sharp as her beloved carved them to be, scratch through the thin paper, and a shock of despair rips through her heart.

This should be conserved; this should be saved.

(She’s already breaking it.)

The present could be empty.  That would be an even greater despair, and it’s just the sort that Enoshima-sama would think to give.  To get her hopes all up that there would be something special inside, and then – nothing!  Of course, the ribbon alone is enough; Mikan can wrap it around her still uneven hair (they never did get that haircut, which means it must not have been important to her beloved after all), can pull it back while she gets splattered with blood the color of her beloved’s gel pen.  (It should be the cover of the ribbon.  When they put on the masks, they didn’t wear anything to protect their eyes.)

She carefully slips her fingers underneath tape and sets the slightly more tattered wrapping paper to one side.  The box smells as though Enoshima-sama were still here with her, even though she isn’t, all blueberries and lilacs and pomegranates.  She licks her lips before opening it.

Her eyes widen.

Oh.

There’s another card inside, and she smiles fondly at it.

I want to see you wear something fitting at the end of the world.

Deep, deep, beneath so much tissue paper and glitter that you could be convinced there’s nothing in there at all, Mikan finds another box, this one tiny and covered in black velvet.  She doesn’t want to open it.  (She wants to open it.)  She’s scared of what she’ll find inside.

Why should she be scared?  Enoshima-sama wouldn’t hurt her, after all.

Mikan takes a deep breath and opens the box.

Inside is nothing more than a simple golden chain – tiny loops clasped together so small that they could be gold beads from far away (they are not gold beads).  The very center holds a small ruby, no bigger than the swell of her eye, and equidistant from it but not far are two diamonds the size of a baby’s first tooth.  On the other end, the clasp looks like a golden knot.

A note, too, rests on the inside curve of the jewelry box: I thought a ring, but with all the surgeries and everything, you could’ve lost that.  This you don’t ever have to take off!

It’s only after clasping it that Mikan returns to the first note, gold-rimmed, on the outside of the box, still dangling from the red ribbon she will later use to hold her hair back.  She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and smiles.

Happy Birthday, best beloved.

I wouldn’t miss you for the world.

[mlm-mod-taka]

Hi! Don't worry it's perfectly normal to take time off for any reason at all and I actually think it's really sweet that you took time off to celebrate your cats birthday!

In honour of Kiyotakas birthday can we have some surprise birthday headcannons with him? Thanks!

SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY

of course!! im not going to make this an x reader so it can just be a simple little piece of writing. also this is also more of an imagine in hc form rather than actual hcs, but i hope this is still good enough for all of you, and happy birthday to my blogs mascot! <33

tws/cws: mentions of junko, genocider syo, poverty and putting taka into a soft headlock.

|| -> mod taka <3

honestly, he stopped celebrating his birthday when the whole situation with his grandfather happened. not only did the kids in his grade not like him and would never attend his party if he did throw one, they probably didn't have enough money to even throw a big celebration.

the biggest thing he got from his birthday was new boots and a decent sized red velvet cake from the local grocery store. while he did want to throw a grander surprise for his birthday, he was always too busy to do so.

that was until the rest of his class figured out that it was his birthday soon. when everyone learned about that fact, they all had a secret group chat made for organizing his secret party.

it wouldn't be class 78 if there wasn't some element of chaos from it. junko kept suggesting a lot of more... outlandish themes.

byakuya would often just say that a whole party wasn't needed and it was just a big waste of time, which resulted in mondo and leon getting angry at him.

and the calmer ones in the group would have to ground the angry men just so they could continue discussing plans and what roles to give to people.

after approximately four days of everyone butting heads with each other, they all came to a pretty unanimous conclusion of what to do for his birthday.

chihiro, hifumi, makoto and aoi would go get the decorations. leon and hiro would tag along with mondo to go pick up the cake that they requested to be specially made for him.

sakura, toko, byakuya, junko are the ones distracting the moral compass so he doesn't go into the class room. celestia, along with mukuro just planned to help with decorating the class after the decorations came.

sayaka was preparing to perform a small little musical number while everyone was eating, finally kirigiri was the middle man to make sure that everything was going smoothly, and would help solve any last minute problems that might be occuring.

after a few hours of the others having to distract kiyotaka, which would be near impossible normally, but they managed everything was finally ready.

after junko and genocider syo had to force him into a headlock just to put the blindfold on, sakura led him into the class, where everyone was waiting with a deep breath.

a loud gasp escaped taka when they removed the cloth on his eyes. after everyone yelled "happy birthday!" to him, he was practically on the edge of tears.

he couldn't thank everyone enough. he finally got the surprise party he always wanted, which he thought would be impossible. it was a joy to watch him smile as he walked around the room to see all the work that went into the party.

after everyone comforted a now fully sobbing and grateful ishimaru, they all showed him the school-themed, red and white cake that was in a box previously.

this set off a whole other part of cries, but they were all happy, luckily. he also reacted this way to the mountains of presents on one of the tables that were from everyone else.

the best part of the whole part was when everyone was eating in a circle, talking to each other about things he's normally scold them for, as sayaka preformed at the front.

it warmed his heart to see everyone unite for a split second just to throw him a celebration over something that he didn't care for before. nothing could top the happiness he felt in that moment.

yes, he does have a few problems with how the whole class presents themselves, but he will always remember rare times like these. he treasures every single one of them with all of his being.

[chinchillasinunison]

Please tell me more of Brother Bear AU

Okay, so on the students' "first" night at HPA, Daiya wakes up as one of the extra Monokuma units stuffed into the walls. Though he is there to fulfill the promise he made when they ran away as kids to protect his brother, he doesn't know that right away. All he remembers is dying, and then the next thing he knows he's in this cramped, dark space. He thinks maybe he's buried alive in a coffin before he breaks the wall down and finds himself in a weird school. He has no context for anything. He doesn't even know what he looks like at first.

He moves through the halls and finds the dorms. He sees Mondo's nameplate and, after a moment of surprise, allows himself in. Mondo is not happy to see him. He's pretty shaken by a Monokuma almost blowing him up earlier that day, so when one comes into his room claiming to be his dead big brother, he thinks it's a trick to spur him into another rage so he would attack and get blown up for real. But soon it becomes apparent that the bear is even more confused than him about the situation, freaking out about his plush body once it's pointed out. Convinced after he recalls a very personal anecdote, Mondo hides him in his bathroom, out of the reach of the cameras. Junko doesn't know he's there, she's distracted talking to Makoto about his fucked up bathroom door while all that happened, and Daiya's spirit took over the cameras and microphone within the unit itself.

Once Mondo fills him in on the Killing Game, Daiya is determined as the adult in the situation to protect these kids and put a stop to it with Mondo's help. Unfortunately they don't do a very good job and the first trial plays out basically the same because they had no real idea of what the fuck Sayaka had going on.

Obviously, since Daiya's right there to refute what the paper says, Mondo's not as on edge as he is in canon's Chapter 2, so the incident with Chihiro never occurs. In fact, Mondo is prompted from their workout to share his own new secret: Daiya. Chihiro then shows him Alter Ego before they tell everyone else and Mondo decides to hide Daiya in the bathhouse as well.

Now, idk if there would just be a different murder occurring at the same time or if there's no murder at all, but it's whatever.

Daiya is introduced to the others alongside Alter Ego. Hifumi gets obsessive with Alter Ego but the rivalry with Kiyotaka can't happen because obviously he's mentally sound in this universe. Celeste then can't use it to her advantage, so she probably chooses a different target for her murder plot later.

The students' reactions to Daiya are much more mixed. Most of them are skeptical that it's not a trick. Some just think it's a rogue Monokuma and don't buy the dead brother thing, maybe it was hacked by someone on the outside or it has a virus. I feel like the only ones that would buy the ghost thing are Yasuhiro (he can probably sense something up with this particular bear) and Kiyotaka (he just trusts Mondo's judgements wholeheartedly).

Idk what would change after that. Maybe Junko would execute Daiya alongside Alter Ego, but just like Alter Ego he just comes back (but in case bc he's a ghost and he just possesses another Monokuma)? Or maybe they go about stuff differently because Daiya at this point would start trying to take charge of the group? I haven't thought too deeply about it...

[magioftheseas]

MatsuKoma - A Meeting

I wanted to post something for mermay and ended up with this short ficlet. A merficlet. It’s MatsuKoma. Matsuda’s a mer.

Ye.

Warnings: Light gore.

He had just been trying to sleep. The sand was soft, the sunlight warm, it just seemed like a great place to sleep.

He had thought the area was remote, too, so he wouldn’t be bothered, be it by fucking Junko or anyone else.

Of course, a human stumbled across him instead, letting out a sharp gasp when they did.

Urgh. Annoying.

He was content with just keeping his eyes shut and ignoring him. After all, humans typically avoided his kind. Some shit about them casting curses on humans—although with Junko taking such delight in crashing their boats, maybe that was the right call. Either way, whatever earned him peaceful rest was fine. So what did he care as long as the human left him alone?

Except.

This human.

Wasn’t doing that.

In fact, the human was hovering, fretting even, babbling in messy, slurred syllables of their garbage language. Urgh, god, that was ridiculously annoying. He should at least shut the other up...

“Will you—!” He slapped their hand. “Stop!”

It’s supposed to be a hiss, but he’s so aggravated that it comes out much higher-pitched than intended. The human is staring at him with hopelessly wide eyes...and they’re also trembling.

Likely because of the deep gashes left in their hand from where Matsuda’s claws had unintentionally caught on the skin. Oh.

Fuck.

That was a lot of blood.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Matsuda frantically cursed, fretting over what to do. He didn’t exactly carry medicine on him, but—did he at least have something to dress the wound with? He had to dig through his scales before he found some algae. It wasn’t perfect, but he could use it as a compress—

The human was staring at him stupidly, but they offered their bloodied hand wordlessly. Matsuda pressed down on the slashes, wincing when the human hissed softly in pain.

“Sorry,” Matsuda mumbles lamely, even though the beast surely doesn’t understand him. With their similar faces, Matsuda can only hope his expression is apologetic enough. “I’m...really sorry.”

The human’s face—it’s pale. It’s so pale it wouldn’t be out of place in the deepest pits of the ocean, but his eyes... They’re a soft shade of gray and green. It’s a lovely color, at least to someone like Matsuda.

Chirping with interest, Matsuda almost wanted to reach out. The human blinked those pearly greens at him, and then—they smiled. Brightly.

“Thank you!”

It was in a garbled, unknown language, but Matsuda understood it immediately. He understood it so well that it had him recoil, his cheeks burning. The human just laughs, repeating those words before letting out a string of others. The human was definitely cooing, it was fucking cooing at him.

“Just take care of that injury,” Matsuda snapped, dragging himself away to retreat into the water. The human called after him, and Matsuda only looked back to see them grinning and waving at him frantically.

Feeling at a temperature that should’ve been impossible for his kind, Matsuda dove into the deepest depths of the ocean.

--

“Yaaaaaaasuke-kun!”

It’s annoying how much he was thinking of that human even now.

“Yas-uke-kun!”

Even though he couldn’t understand human language—what was that human’s name? He just had no idea.

“YASUKE-KUN!”

Junko screamed into his ear, making him recoil and swat at her with his tail. She laughed, drifting back with that malicious smile hidden by the long locks of pink.

“You’re so distracted,” she remarks, teasing. “I know juuuuust the thing to get you perked up! Let’s wreck some ships!”

“How the hell is that supposed to perk me up?” he snapped. “That’s your favorite activity, not mine. It’s not even in the top fifty.”

“Oh come on!” She pouts at him, lower lip jutted out. “It’s been so long since we’ve done anything together! Guess what, guess what!” In a flurry of bubbles, she was in his face. Since he was used to it, he didn’t flinch, even when she grinned so wide it split her face like a vicious gash. “There’s this cruise that’s set out to sail. It’s massive.”

“Not selling your case,” Matsuda grumbled. “I don’t exactly enjoy drowning humans, you know.”

“Even though you keep going back to that place for a glimpse of one?” Junko asked, and he’s not even surprised she knows.

He’s not surprised—but discomfort grips his heart all the same.

“You know, he’ll never be yours if you don’t drag him under,” she reminded him sweetly. “This could be your chance, Yasuke-kun.”

“You don’t even know if he’ll be on that boat,” Matsuda shot back, but that discomfort only grew heavier.

“I’ve got a good hunch.”

(Her hunches were never wrong.)

Fuck.

(He can only hope there’s some way—any way to save that human from the whirlpool that was Junko.)

[mythgirlimagines]

DVHS Reread: Chapter IV.I

Oshiro smiles secretively. "I know just what I'm gonna do." Nothing else comes to fruition about her plan, but it sounds like it'll be a good time. At the very least, a good distraction, which we all need.

That’s basically the beach episode of DVHS if I’m being honest, or like a special event of the chapter!

I shower and change into my pajamas, curling up in my bed. I look right at the camera, having a staring contest. "If anyone's watching, send a sign." I wait. Nothing happens. "Well, it was worth a shot."

~Foreshadowing~

MONOKUMA THEATRE XIII 

This one has a Yogi Bear reference. Am I old for knowing Yogi Bear?

At the same time I can't believe I would be a target, it's not hard to believe. I'm smart. I've been a huge help during the trials. I'm not physically strong. I'm often alone. That's reason enough for anyone to target me, but- oh god, what if the mastermind targets me? It's not like I've been quiet about wanting to find and expose them.

In this way, I think Camila is a little more self-aware compared to, say, Makoto or Shuichi. Hajime I think would stand a better fighting chance.

Sasaki hums in thought as she joins me by the door. "Is it odd that there's not much of a grace period? It's like he's trying to get rid of us before something can happen, but I don't know what that something could be."

I kind of planned out day by day what was going to happen in DVHS, and I think it’s slightly accelerated compared to some of the canon games. The reason for that is, of course, explained later.

"I can play a bit." Abe surprises me with his answer, but I don't think I should be too surprised. "Consequence of my upbringing."

"Same here," Nakamura says with a bit of a smile. He goes in for a fist bump, but Abe just looks at him. After a moment, he lowers his hand. "Anyway."

I like this interaction. I also think Abe would’ve hated learning piano.

"The founder of Hope's Peak." Abe startles me, appearing at my side. That does make sense, I guess, but for some reason I don't think that's why I know the name. His neutral expression doesn't shift as he points up at the space beside it. "There was something there before."

It takes me too long to realize that he says that because of the slight discoloration of the spot on the wall and not because he's been in this room before. "Probably another portrait, right? Of who?"

So not only does he know about the founder of HPA, but the other portrait would’ve been Jin Kirigiri, as the last headmaster of the original HPA.

I follow his gaze to everyone else. Oshiro is half hanging off of a file cabinet that Yoshida and Nakamura hold steady. "As far as we can tell, the folders only hold blank paper," Yoshida says as Oshiro digs in a little further. It looks like she could fall in if she's not careful. 

This is just a hilarious image to me.

"There are nine flower pots," Yasu says, hanging back by the computers. "It's not really helpful, but we have nine people left, which could mean something? Maybe?"

The number seems significant somehow; otherwise, why would there be a certain number instead of one per computer, or any at all? Still, I don't think that's why there are nine.

The significance of the number is actually the number of dead in DR1, excluding Junko and including Mukuro. RIP

"Well, these aren't exactly flowers." Sasaki brushes her hands on the pants of her overalls, leaving small streaks of dirt. She points to one of the pots. "Common broom. Highly poisonous. Do not consume. Capiche?"

The sheer amount of research I put into the common broom to ensure it would do what I wanted later in the story-

"Most of these have labels with directions." Saito has one of the section C bottles in her hand, studying it curiously. "This one is empty. All of the others appear to be unused. Interesting." 

Reference to DR1′s fourth case.

Oshiro bounces a little, seemingly bored. "Ya think if we set the school on fire, Monokuma would let us out?" Under our incredulous and frankly shocked looks, she wilts. "Yeah, probably not."

I mean, it’s a valid question.

Abe pauses and turns to face the center of the hallway. "Everything okay?" I ask him, hanging back a step.

"I can't shake the feeling that something is supposed to be there." He shakes his head after a beat passes, turning back to the stairs. "Let's catch up with everyone."

This would be the data center/mastermind’s surveillance room, which of course Abe would know about. This is one of the first hints (other than the ice rink, which technically could’ve been changed anyway) that this isn’t actually Hope’s Peak.

I check through my closet; I have plenty of outfits left, but the pile of dirty laundry is slowly growing. I don't remember there being a laundry room anywhere in the school, but surely I won't be needing it. 

That is 100% on me not remembering about the laundry room. So it just doesn’t exist.

To his credit, he doesn't ask questions, not after he sees the clothes in my hand. He follows me to the trash room and unlocks the gate blocking us from the inside. I push the clothes into the incinerator and step back. "Are you sure about this?" I nod.

He starts the incinerator. The flames lick the fabric, starting to fill the air with an acrid smell. I watch it, unblinking. It feels like my heart is being ripped out again, burning the last of her that I have. I'm not crying, but before I know it, I'm on my knees as it all burns away. Nakamura sits behind me, offering a hug. I accept, and we watch until the flames die, devoid of fuel.

I get up on my own once the smoke is cleared out, then thank him before going to the dining hall. I could use some tea.

This is another scene I really like, if only because it feels almost cathartic to me.

I can't remember the last time I went to a sleepover, but I've always had fun with them, even if I end up a little cranky the next day (at least, according to my parents) from a lack of sleep. 

Me projecting my and my sisters’ experiences with sleepovers.

Sasaki thinks for a minute. "I don't know, try to lick your elbow or something."

"Aw, that's easy." And, to my surprise, she does it easily. I didn't think it was possible. According to the confused and somewhat horrified looks on everyone's faces, they didn't, either. "What? Not like it's hard."

Yoshida is so fun for me, because I can do things like this with her.

...Yasu does a Mickey Mouse impression that sounds suspiciously like a Monokuma impression...

I’m projecting again. Though for me it’s the other way around.

MONOKUMA THEATRE XIV 

This one was written around when quarantine started in 2020. I felt really isolated at that time, obviously.

"C'mon, 'maya," Yoshida groans, trying to climb out of the smaller girl's tight embrace. "Time to get up." 

Callback to the fact that Oshiro’s a sleep hugger.

[anonymous-gremlin]

Au idea: here

Tw in the tags

I wrote this at 1 am, I know it's bad

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Au where Junko took advantage of a emotionally vunerable Aoi and she gave into despair and became a remnant

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Sweet Summer Child

Loud sobs filled the small bedroom as Aoi cried.

The sobs eventually turning into softer crying as she buried her head into the soft pillow.

Why did Sakura have to die?! Why her?! She promised!

"Sakura.... I'm scared"

"Don't worry, Hina, I will protect you and we will get out of here togehter"

"You promise?"

"I promise"

That was before the first trial. She and Sakura were drinking tea in the cafeteria, just talking and eating donuts.

It had been so much fun. Hina knew she fell for her that day. Strong buff ladies had always been her type.

But her looks weren't the only reason she fell for her. Sakura's reserved but quiet personality had Hina head over heels. She was just so wonderful.

But Sakura had a boyfriend. She told Hina that one the second night. How she missed his sweet laugh, how he was sick. The buff lady told her everything about him with stars in her eyes. Hina recognized those stars. They were like the ones she got when talking about Sakura.

And when Sakura started to talk herself down because she wasn't femine enough, Hina was quick to make her feel better, to say she was beautiful like she was and that she was pretty.

"You're beautiful and femine, don't talk bad about yourself"

"Thank you, although I can't believe it"

"Wanna try on dresses? I found some backstage the stage. I think they belonged to the theatre club before the killinggame. Maybe there was an ultimate actress or something"

"That sounds lovely"

Sakura was there always to comfort her and she comforted Sakura.

Hina never admitted her feelings for the fighter. She couldn't make their friendship weird. It would ruin everything.

But now Sakura was dead

Sakura's bed felt empty when Aoi layed in it. She often searched comfort there, sometimes even locking herself in.

The others had tried to comfort her but were quickly distracted by the new murder that had happened.

So she was left alone in Sakura's room, crying. Like she was now.

Soft click clacking from high heels could be heard in the hallway. The swimmer almost didn't hear it due to her crying. That was weird, nobody wore high heels and the ones that did were already dead.

Were it ghosts? Or was Monokuma just messing with them? Or was Monokuma the one wearing heels?

She buried her head into the pillow again, trying to block out the sound. The heels came closer, walking down the long hallway.

She heard the door open. Didn't she lock it? She was fairly certain she had locked it when she entered the room but her mind was fuzzy with all the crying.

"Omg girl, you look horrible" A raspy, high, very familiar voice said. The donut lover looked up.

There, right before her stood noone other that Junko Enoshima.

Although she looked quite different. Her accosories had changed and she was wearing slightly different clothes.

Aoi screamed, scrambling backwards until her back hit the back of the bed. So it was a ghost! Her screaming was quickly stopped by a hand with long manicured red nails over her mouth.

"Shh, calm down, everthing is fine, I'm not a ghost, if that's what you were thinking"

"B.but you're dead! I'm dreaming, I must be!"

"Keep it down, will you" Junko suddenly had glasses on. Aoi wasn't certain where she had got those. Pressing two finger against the bridge of the glasses, Junko spoke "I'm just here to help you, I will make you feel better."

"How will you do that, you're dead!"

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk" With suddenly a crown on her head and the glasses gone, the blonde put her hands onto her hips. "Tell me what's wrong, peasant"

"I...I..." Hina was uncertain if she could tell her anything. But she had noone else to vent to so why not to Junko?

She sat upright at the edge of the bed. "Sakura is dead and it's my fault and....and.....and...." She couldn't finish her sentence without tearing up.

A hand gently grabbed her chin so Aoi was forced to look up. Tears in the corner of her eyes, she looked up at the model.

Venting felt really good. Although it was to a ghost. She had to ask Yasuhiro about why she saw ghost sometime later. He was into that kinda stuff.

She felt the model going with her thumb over her cheek, wiping away some tears. "Wouldn't it be better if you just gave up?" The suprislying now soft voice spoke.

"What?" She looked back at Junko, tilting her head slightly in confusion. "Give up?"

"Yes, give up, I mean...Ogami is dead" Junko's pigtails were suddenly different and she had a childlike appearance on her face.

Aoi softly sobbed. She felt empty.

"B.but.."

She felt Junko wipe her tears away. "It's okay, let it all out, give into despair"

"A.and my family then?"

"Oh sweet summer child" While Junko said that, the tv switched on.

A ruined city was shown. A brownhaired kid was running from something off screen. He was quite fast, probably a track star or something.

Only his back was shown so Aoi couldn't see who it was. The thing he was running from caught up to him while a very familiar music played. The boy fell and turned around. His face fully shown.

Yuta....

A long metal claw caught up to him and the screen turned black after a scream.

Her head felt even more fuzzy and she slightly leaned into the touch that the thumb caressing her face gave her.

Was giving up really the best option?

Was it really the only thing she could do?

Her head hurt just thinking about it and her heart hurt thinking about Sakura. A mental image of her crush sitting in that chair flashed before her eyes.

Junko cupped her face into her hands, smiling at her. "Just give into despair and all this pain will go away." Then she let Aoi loose and held out a hand.

And Hina took it