#hana milgram

[highendsheep]

its dead wife yuri time

[cycle-hit]

ATTENTION ALL MILGRAM HIMEJOSHIS

do YOU want to join an event where you can make milgram yuri win in a competition with other f/f ships? do you want to join the YURI OLYMPICS and create works for your favorite milgram yuri ship?

oh boy do i have news for you! the @yuriolympics is open!!!

quick explanation of how the event works

schedule of the event

rules (in the discord! this is a discord invite link!) (you can also just ask me to dm the rules to you, but please note most importantly that this event is 16+.)

if ur interested in any of these ships, pls consider joining the milgram yuri team!! (if there arent a lot of people interested in anything besides 0610, ill probably create an 0610 team specifically instead!!!)

-0610

-0204

-0210

-2610

-0206

-muurei/reimuu

-hinako and hana (shidou's wife)

fanart, fanfiction, analysis, edits, songs, recipes, cosplay, etc are all accepted as work submissions when it begins!!

dm me on tumblr or discord (im in the yuri olympics discord if you want to hunt me down) if ur interested in joining the yuriolympics on the milgram yuri team!!!! 👍

(pls feel free to ask me any questions as well)

[nomeniko]

cosmic rendezvous activities

[doodles-in-sand]

"No, wait-

Please don't go-

----, please, you can't die-"

"don't leave me"

(this piece has a partner fic :) since tumblr HATES links though the fic is under the cut, and link to the ao3 ver will be in reblogs <3)

Kirisaki Shidou opens his eyes to a field of flowers.

It is calm, peaceful. In his hands is a bouquet of flowers, unlike any in the field. A rose, beautiful and bright red. A hyacinth, bluer than the sky above. Baby’s breath, small and innocent. And a bird of paradise, her favourite. 

A gust of wind, brushing past his head, like a familiar touch caressing his hair. He turns, and standing there, alive and well, is his family. His wife, his sons, exactly as he remembered them. Alive, healthy.

He watches as his sons run in the field like the children they are, and he feels not longing, but joy. He hears them laugh and yell joyfully. It feels familiar, domestic. 

They run past him, energetic as ever, in a childish game of tag. In their hands are flowers from the bouquet he holds. Baby’s breath and hyacinth, flowers that remind him of them, of their innocence, of their smiling faces.

And he looks at his wife, her hair billowing in the breeze. He can hear her laugh as she watches their sons run and play.

She turns to look at him, smiling, and in her hands is a rose like the one he holds. 

And for a moment, he, too, is alive once more. For a moment, he is the man who has lost nothing, who can smile genuinely. 

For a moment, he is not a murderer.

But then he takes a step towards them, and the moment fades. He blinks, and his sons are nowhere to be seen. In their place, where he last saw their smiling faces, last heard their youthful laughs, are patches of flowers, wilting and grey. 

The flowers that were in their hands lay wilted on the ground.

…their flowers in his hands wilt as well, crumbling in his hands.

The feeling that rises in his chest is disturbingly familiar.

He looks up at his wife, her figure now standing alone in the vast field of flowers. She is turned away from him, and she is still. So still he could almost mistake her for a statue, if not for her hair still flowing with the gentle breeze.

And for a moment, he is the man with everything at stake. For a moment, he is the desperate doctor who would do anything to save what's left of his family.

For a moment, he is a selfish gardener, willing to sacrifice it all for the sake of one.

He takes another step towards her.

Her figure blurs at the edges.

…wait, no, dont…

He takes another step. Flowers die at his feet. He does not notice.

She does not move.

Don't leave, please-

He takes another step, and then another, reaching out his hand. Flowers die with each step. He does not Care. He does not care about the flowers. He cares about his family

With each step, the rose in his hand withers. He quickens his pace, reaching his hand out in desperation.

Please, you have to live, you can’t die! 

At some point, she turns, when he is just close enough that his hand brushes against her hair, and she smiles.

Please don't leave me alone-

…And then she’s gone. Her figure dissolves into the breeze as strings of light blue, drifting away along with the petals of her rose.

He looks down at the bouquet in his hands.

Only one flower remains.

And like it, he, too, is alone.

He looks down at the trail of wilting flowers at his feet, and at the wilted remains of his family, and finally, he understands the weight of his actions. Finally, finally, he understands his hypocrisy.

And in that moment, he is a man who has lost everything. In that moment, he is the man who took and took and gained nothing. 

In that moment, he knows that he is a selfish, disgusting murderer.

…

Kirisaki Shidou opens his eyes to the ceiling of a prison.

It is a once-unfamiliar sight that he is beginning to become uncomfortably familiar with.

Sitting up from his bed, he presses his palms into his eyes, choking back a sob, trying and trying to rid his mind of his dream. Trying to rid it of the memories of his murder, and of its memories of what he's lost.

…In the end, he only really succeeds in making his gloves wet.

He stands up, ensuring that his eyes are dry before changing out his gloves for a new pair. He takes a deep breath, before setting himself to work. There's no time for grieving, here. There are people who need medical attention. The prisoners’ injuries were of more importance.

…besides, he doesn’t deserve to grieve. To grieve is to make peace, to come to terms. That would be too good for a murderer like him

[thechibilitwick]

i drew a little relationship chart for funsies please feel free to use this if you want :3

they're like little gummies

[mirururuguramu]

Life imitates Art

[utaitemusic]

MILGRAM -ミルグラム- / ミコト「MeMe」第一審MV

[lostxmelody]

congratulations to the mikotosys for having the highest kill count

[mizs-fandom-lair]

HELLO? MIKOTO KAYANO FROM MILGRAM VA MENTION IN SAIKI K?

[rouwaa143]

not sure if the others have tags but them...

day 24 - victims/side characters

[milgramvisualarchive]

MeMe - Mikoto Kayano (CV: Hanae Natsuki) Audio CD

Track Listing:

MeMe

MeMe (Off Voice)

Monopoisoner (毒占欲) [MIKOTO Cover]

Monopoisoner (毒占欲) [MIKOTO Cover] (Off Voice)

John Doe -Voice Drama- Mikoto & Es

[allkn0wingallag0ny]

miko doodle because I like his MeMe outfit

[cycle-hit]

@labyrintherim I AM. SO SORRY.

[nintendovaahkiin]

So I’m into milgram now

[mayoiayasep]

the reason double is less than 3 minutes is bc the sheer energy put in this song would have blown up the entire world if it was allowed to be 4+ minutes

[dailyshidou]

Day 26, Shidou and his wife as Acanthe :)