#despair on deck

[officialtele2n]

TELE2N PROGRAMMING LIST

CURRENT: Back to Detention (unofficial Detentionaire sequel) Disventure Camp S3 Genetix.TV Total Dangan Island: Total Happy Havoc Total Drama Warrungai Island

UPCOMING: Total Dangan Island: Hello Drama Total Dangan Island: Voting Harmony

[fl0ydzie]

I Love buttons so deeply and sincerely however there is no DRDT merch so i started making my own. I am not selling them, of course! I’m just making them for personal use. I really only intended to make like three characters however I just started making the whole cast HAHA so I wanted to share!!

[dougielombax]

MORN BE UPON YE!!!!!!

[fatherfigurefusion]

(Context: Eden is trying her best to befriend Ace, possibly for the gay/lesbian solidarity...)

Eden: (smiling) I could be like the sibling you never had!

Ace: (matter-of-factly) Actually, I have NINE siblings, and I'm basically the middle one.

Eden: (aside glance, quietly) Wow, your parents need a hobby.

[eebooduh]

I think we need to let hajime hinata go a little insane sometimes. Like you cannot tell me he doesnt still have days where he is unbearably bored. I want to see this man fly off the rails sometimes. Just occasionally.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Induce Despair

All the angel saw was her doom.

Artist: Igor Kieryluk TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[mizumi-kahago-art]

✦ Tarot Decks (Major Arcana) ✦

An overview of the 3 Danganronpa Tarot Decks I made.

A list to all individual cards under the cut!

No. 0 The Fool: Makoto | Hajime | Shuichi

No. 1 The Magician: Sayaka | Gundham | Himiko

No. 2 The High Priestess: Toko | Peko | Angie

No. 3 The Empress: Celestia | Sonia | Tenko

No. 4 The Emperor: Byakuya | Fuyuhiko | Kokichi

No. 5 The Hierophant: Kiyotaka | Twogami | Monosuke

No. 6 The Lovers: Aoi | Teruteru | Miu

No. 7 The Chariot: Mondo | Akane | Monotaro

No. 8 Justice: Kyoko | Usami | K1-B0

No. 9 The Hermit: Hifumi | Chiaki | Ryoma

No. 10 Wheel of Fortune: Yasuhiro | Nagito | Rantaro

No. 11 Strength: Sakura | Nekomaru | Gonta

No. 12 The Hanged Man: Mukuro (Disguised) | Ibuki | Kaede 

No. 13 Death: Syo | Mikan | Maki

No. 14 Temperance: Chihiro | Monomi | Kirumi

No. 15 The Devil: Junko | AI Junko | Monodam

No. 16 The Tower: Mukuro | Kazuichi | Korekiyo

No. 17 The Star: Leon | Hiyoko | Monokid

No. 18 The Moon: (Future Arc) Makoto | Mahiru | Kaito 

No. 19 The Sun: (Headmaster) Makoto | (Awakend) Hajime | Monophanie

No. 20 Judgement: Monokuma THH | Monokuma SDR2 | Monokuma v3

No. 21 The World: Hope vs. Despair | Izuru | Tsumugi

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No. 22 Faith: Komaru (& Adults)

No. 23 Hope: Warriors of Hope

No. 24 Charity: Monaca (& Shirokuma/Kurokuma)

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Backside Artwork

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Hopefully soon purchasable in my Online-Shop

[comparativetarot]

The Hermit. Art by Shannon Hochman, from the Sandman Tarot Deck.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[kamoegoi]

happy to report that at my local weekly my opponent said they felt dread when they saw my name show up as their last round pairing. ive made it. im the card game anime villain.

[flarecasts]

" they take my rod, my abilities .. but what cuts deepest is that they took my pride and joy, my triple triad deck, as well. " how is a woman supposed to find entertainment without a game of triple triad, the greatest card game known to mankind ? oh, gold saucer -- how you are missed.

[askmelanna]

New year new deck new readings! Let’s go, magical girls!

Three-card spread: tell me about 2024!

The Tower, The Fool, The Emperor

The past few years have really been rough on us, huh? It feels like all our foundations were yanked right out from under us. Now it feels like we’re starting again from a place of complete ignorance.

But we are starting again. There’s something nice about that, isn’t there? Something freeing, even if it means we have to relearn everything, and be vigilant about stumbling into pitfalls. Don’t forget why we’re here. The world is a beautiful place to see and discover, despite its hardships. A place worth fighting for.

Sometimes it feels like underneath all the sorrow is just more sorrow, so we can’t forget that even when that’s the case, we have the power to change it. The world is a thing we are all building together. If it’s not the world we want, than we can build it different — we have to. Learn what you can and make a game plan so that you can be confident in your ability to make good decisions.

Everyone needs someone to rely on. Be vigilant for tyrants who offer comfort in exchange for control and instead strive to become the person you needed when times were at their hardest.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Angel || LN4

Summary: Kingsday gets a little wild, in honour of Lando’s nose. Warnings: alcohol, injuries, blood WC: 1.7k

Lando wasn’t drunk, but he was by no means sober either. Everyone had warned him the Kingsday event was a marathon not a sprint so he was taking it slow, sipping his rum and coke out of the orange paper cup while the river boat cruised its course.

By midafternoon it was another story completely.

Martin had taken a break and let a playlist continue the party without him on the deck while he went in search of Lando. The British driver had reached the point of being tipsy and fallen into a state of drunkenness where he could no longer block out his intrusive thoughts. Everywhere he looked couples were dancing or making out and he couldn’t help the despair of loneliness that separated him from the fun.

Leaning back on the cushions that covered the bow, Lando looked up to the bright blue sky and wondered why he couldn’t find someone that loved him with the same passion he had. He was always the one to fall harder and knew it was why things didn’t work out long-term.

The half empty cup was stolen from his hand and Lando lolled his head to see Martin drinking it dry. “No more for you, my friend. Smile! It’s Kingsday: the sun is out and the music is loud.”

“Sorry,” Lando sighed, not quite able to muster up a real smile.

“What’s wrong?” Martin dropped onto a cushion beside him and nudged his shoulder until Lando spilled the thoughts he was harbouring.

—

“These heels are killing me,” you complained as they wobbled on the cobblestone. “Can we stop for a minute?”

There were groans from some of the guys in the group but their girlfriends silenced them. You smiled gratefully at your friends but knew they were in just as much pain after hours of drinking in the city for Kingsday. The thought of walking any further to the house party someone had invited everyone to nearly had you calling for a taxi, despite the chances of getting one next to nothing.

“Lennon said there will be tons of single guys at the party. In that dress you will totally pull a 10,” Sarah said as she leaned back against the bridge rail and rolled each ankle to ease the ache.

You laughed at the statement and mirrored her position, careful not to drop the glass you had accidentally stolen from the last bar. “Getting laid isn’t the problem, it’s getting the guy to stick around afterwards.”

“Relationships are overrated,” she said, blowing a kiss to Lennon when he looked her way and raised a brow. “Not ours, baby.”

You sighed longingly as they shared a smile. “I want what you guys have.”

“Well then you better hurry up because the love of your life might just be waiting for you. Wouldn’t want to miss that, would you?”

You rolled your eyes but decided that you would continue the walk barefoot and put your heels back on when you got to the house. Leaning against the rail, you balanced on one foot and reached for your heel just as a drunkard went flying past on his e-bike.

“Ah, shit!” you screamed as you lost your balance, toppling back over the rail and straight towards the murky water below.

—

Martin yawned as he listened to Lando’s long winded explanation for why he was alone and all his friends were in relationships.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was putting you to sleep,” he sassed.

“Well if you want some advice, from someone in a relationship, you’re not helping yourself moping around. For starters, you need to get up,” Martin encouraged as he rose to his feet and offered his friend a hand before the sunlight disappeared, the boat passing under one of the many bridges. “Love isn’t going to just fall into your lap-”

A scream pierced the air before a flurry of orange material crashed onto Lando, both their eyes squinting to readjust to the bright sunlight out of the tunnel.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you realised you were still alive and you looked around to see what had broken your fall. “Holy shit, I am so sorry!”

A stunned man sat beneath you and you reached for his face as you noticed the blood running down his nose. “Oh my god, did I do that? Are you alright? Shit, you probably don’t speak English.”

“He speaks English. It’s getting him to shut up that’s the problem,” a man standing above you said with a laugh. “Lando, mate, snap out of it.”

You started to climb off his lap but his arms tightened around you and he shook his head with a wince. “Don’t move, you might have broken something.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you apologised again.

“Not me, you muppet,” he laughed. “You might have broken something.”

You patted yourself down, straightening your dress back into place at the same time, but everything felt fine. You tested your wrists and ankles too, only to notice you had indeed broken things.

“What’s the damage?” Lando asked.

“Ego mostly,” you admitted sheepishly. “I think I broke my heel on your face.”

“Pretty sure that was your glass,” he said looking at what remained in your hand, the sting of the cut on your palm finally appearing when you noticed the blood on the broken glass. “How bad is it? Am I hideous?”

“You are still a 10,” you giggled after noticing he was devastatingly handsome, even with the cut across his nose. Grabbing the hem of your dress, you gently dabbed the blood away before realising that it was a stupid idea. “You don’t have any diseases, do you?”

“Rabies,” his friend joked.

“Speak for yourself, mate,” Lando shot back and while they bickered jokingly you heard your name called from the river bank. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“Are you alive?” Lennon shouted as he ran along with the boat.

“Nope, I’ve died and gone to heaven!”

“I’ll let Sarah know!” He grew smaller as he stopped running and the boat continued downstream to some unknown destination.

“That’s my best friend’s boyfriend,” you explained as you patted your bra but found your phone missing. “Can I borrow your phone? I think mine drowned.”

Lando carefully shifted you so he could get to his pocket before settling you back on his lap. The grateful smile you gave him almost made him drop the device and he had to enter his passcode in twice before he got it right.

“Where is this boat heading to?” you asked as the dial tone connected. “Hey, it’s me, calm down, I’m alive.”

“Good, I’ll kill you myself! You gave me a fucking heart attack, woman!” You had to hold the phone away from your ear as she shouted her concern.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m sorry for giving you a heart attack.”

“As you should be! Len said you landed on some guy. Is he hot?”

Your face heated and you knew he had heard the question with the curious look on his face. “Mhmm, very.”

“You should invite him to the party and do a little sexy dance for him!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I kind of…broke his face.”

The silence was damning before you swore you heard her laugh from all the way upstream. “Only you could have the worst luck with men.”

“Trust me, I know all too well. Anyway, they are stopping at the Rose Bridge so I’ll just meet you guys there. Guess my luck isn’t all that bad.”

You ended the call and handed the phone back.

“What party are you going to?” Lando asked as he pocketed it again.

“I don’t know, it’s some house party. There’s a local DJ playing.”

Lando’s smile grew and he pointed to his friend. “Local DJ, ha!”

As it turned out the house party wasn’t actually a party at someone’s house and the DJ wasn’t just locally renowned. Once you were finally introduced to Lando’s friend you found out he was the DJ, Martin Garrix, and Lando was even more famous.

“I can’t afford a lawsuit,” you groaned when you realised you had practically assaulted a celebrity.

“It’s just a scratch,” Lando assured you after Martin found a first aid kick. His poor attempt at wrapping a bandage made Lando look like a mummy so you took the box yourself and found a couple of small butterfly stitches. “Nothing a kiss wouldn’t fix.”

You giggled at his flirty nature you had come to adore in the last hour and if you hadn’t drunk so much liquid courage at the bar you probably wouldn't have been able to lean closer and kiss his cheek. His skin was warm and soft beneath your lips and when you opened your eyes you found his blue eyes staring intently back. “Better?”

He shook his head. “Nope, I think it needs another try.”

“Hmmm, good idea.” You kissed his other cheek and grinned when he pouted. “No? One last try.”

Your fingers delighted in the feel of his soft hair as you combed the curls and dipped your head to his. Your heart rate spiked and you closed your eyes as you kissed his pillow-soft lips teasingly slowly before his hands cupped your face and he deepened the kiss.

You broke away with a small gasp and your eyes were wide with the want for more. It was a look reflected on Lando’s face as he gently stroked your heated cheeks.

“Hey, lovebirds! We’re here,” Martin called as the boat reached the canal edge.

You kicked off your broken heels and Lando frowned before he gave you his, looping his fingers into the straps of your shoes to carry them. You were already wearing his shirt since your dress had his blood on it and you were certain you looked at absolute mess.

“Ready to party, Angel?”

“Angel?”

“What else would I call a beautiful woman who fell from the heavens?” Lando wondered if he was making a mistake and moving to fast like he always did but it was too late, the question was already out there.

“You could call me your girlfriend.” You cringed in an instant. “I mean not tonight, that would be way too quick but-”

Lando cut you off with a kiss and you felt his smile against your lips before he asked, “How about tomorrow?”

[comparativeoracle]

Despair. Art by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law, from the Dreamdance Oracle.

It hurts here. No escape. Darkness has stolen all the colors. Stone, oak and iron seal the Dancer in the shadows with herself. The ground is broken, sharp, and filled with hazards. Even skin feels like torture when bones scream and tears howl for release.

Really? Is that all you see? Is this landscape of self-imposed exile the tomb you make it out to be? Or are there avenues to escape close at hand; the half-open doors, the growing lives, the ability to dance even when you feel like bleeding? It’s understandable that Despair looks like a dead-end trap. So long as you’re alive, however, paths beyond this trap exist.

[simpforrooster]

nothing but a gentleman.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!Reader

summary: jake is obsessed with you. you eat it up. you’re obsessed with his obsession. but also with him.

t/w: soft!jake, some cursing

"Get out of here, Bagman. You're giving me a headache."

The blonde aviator grabs at his chest. "God, I love it when you're mean to me." Those green eyes sparkle with mischief under the lights of the Hard Deck.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin has been pining after you for months.

& you have been loving every second of it. Miramar's resident playboy has only had eyes for you. You haven't seen him spare a glance at any of the other ladies in the bar.

Believe me, they've been looking at him.

"Y/n, how long are you going to keep my boy at arm's length?" Coyote asks from the other side of the pool table. Jake saddles up next to him and feeds you the saddest pout he can muster.

"Yeah, y/n, how long?" Jake asks.

Your intention wasn't to drag this hard-to-get play out for so long. Truthfully, it's becoming hard not to give in to those strong arms. To not lean in when he invades your personal space, feeding you a smart ass comment.

Your shoulder comes up to your ear and falls back down. "Hard to say, Bagman."

"Let's play for it," he tells you. Jake saunters over to you, and leans against the pool table. Crossing his arms over his fit chest, he situates his mouth just outside your ear. "If I win, you've gotta give me a kiss, darlin'."

The way his hot breath falls across your ear causes goosebumps to appear down your arms. Jake notices, and a blonde brow raises.

"What are you? Twelve?" you antagonize.

"Oh, honey. I'm willing to try anything at this point."

"Rack 'em. Honey." You lightly shove him back, your hands reacting to the small second they were on his chest.

"If I win, you give it up," you send the man a sad look.

"Give what up?" he asks.

"All this pining'." Your hand gestures wildly around in the air.

For a moment, despair crosses over that handsome face. He recovers quickly. "Oh, I'm not worried."

Jake lets you break. Two stripes fall into the pocket. Jake comes up behind you before your next shot. His hand slides across your waist and he pulls you into his side.

Right as you pull back, Jake leans down. "Don't scratch."

The cueball follows your striped ball into the pocket.

"Damn," he murmurs. It takes a full 45 seconds to get your heart rate under control.

The jig is up once Jake get in control of the pool table. Not only is he the dagger squad's best dart player, he's got the best pool table on lock, too. There is no way he's going to take it easy on you.

Naturally, he doesn't.

"One more and Hangman gets a kiss," he smirks. He doesn't take his eyes off your as he pulls back and send the cue ball sailing.

The eight ball falls into it's intended pocket effortlessly. Followed right by the cue ball.

Shock falls across all your faces. Jake has never lost a game of pool. Ever.

Jake sets the cue stick down, and rounds the table. Standing toe-to-toe with you, he feeds you a delicious smirk.

"Darlin', I ain't gonna make you kiss me if you don't want to. Furthermore, I only want your kiss if its of your own volition." He tucks a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

Your eyes lock with his and the world stops. What a fucking gentleman.

Fisting the front of his shirt, you yank him down to your mouth. Jake relaxes into the kiss immediately and allows his hands to slide around your waist.

Jake takes control, changing the direction and deepening the kiss. Your hands move from his shirt to the nap of his neck, fingers knotting in his hair. His hair that’s gotten just a bit long.

Jake pulls back just a hair, his lips a breath away from yours. “Damn,” he mumbles, again.

“My own volition, huh?”

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” he winks. “A gentleman who is dying to kiss you again.”

You guide his lips back to yours.

“Kiss me, Hangman.”

master list.

a/n: been a little while since i wrote for ole jakey. i hope y'all like it!

[10moonymhrivertam]

May write a Dreamling HMC AU with the Endless siblings being from Ingary?? Had some ideas at work today, we’ll see if they come to anything