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hey hi hello!! it’s PIGEON here with a brand spanking new blog for K1-B0 from NDRV3!! one day I’ll make a real promo but today isn’t that day babey!! please feel free to LIKE and REBLOG this post so I can find some folks to interact with!!

Indie, selective etc etc etc

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so sorry for inactivity— i’m LIVING ON @ultnvntr right now. i’m breathing, i’m flourishing ; SEND ME LOVE.

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[ want a gorgeous girl with a golden brain & whorish behavioral problems? give this post a like or a reblog to spread awareness of this JUICY GENIUS! ] ( nsfw will be present as miu iruma of danganronpa likes to talk extremely suggestively. )

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NOSY BEST FRIEND·:

“Wooooow! His guts went all over the place! I would’ve never penned you for the type, Nanami-chan! Nishishi!” Nosy was he, his eyes naturally drawn to the game console screen. He glanced away only when it flickered to back, to the pale platinum pink eyes of his comrade. “Are you wunna those weirdos who are secretly a little too into bloody guts-all-over-the-place horror games?” It was so obviously in jest the ‘just kidding’ went unsaid, hanging in his tone instead.

“I’m never stolen from. Anything you do take from me is allowed to you by me, out of my merciful will and kindness. I’m a saintly type leader, you see, but only when I’m in the mood for it!” A pause. “…That was a lie! Of course, I’m cruel and coldhearted, yadda yadda, I’m just smart enough to know there’s a time and a place.” As Ouma rambled on and on about the usual schtick, the fingers of his free hand twitched at the word 'kleptomaniac’. His gaze briefly darted to the hair clip that Nanami was never seen without, but it was quick, easy to miss in the blink of an eye. He seemed to decide against it though.

A voice in the back of his head told him Nanami would beat him up (or something) if he even tried. He’s quick on his feet, not impulsive.

“Yanno, now that I think about it, you always wear the same hair clip every day. Is there some kinda,” his voice takes on an anticipatory tone, “secret behind it? You can tell me. Even if I told anyone else, they’d never believe me!”

⟶ 「♡」 ⟵

              his laugh always made her heart flutter with an airiness, her expression determined with a sudden smile that spans across her soft features. nimble digits unravel from binding to his wrist, letting the hands-on leader slink away should he choose to. it was nice to know he showed interest in the small things -- the finer details in her personality & appearance. fingertips brush by the galaga ship in her hair, pausing as words catch in her throat. it’s a sudden flashback, hazy & warm like a summer’s eve before nanami wobbles on her feet. the upper classmen offers nothing more than a tilt of her head. 

                               ❛ - well, if you REALLY wanna know, i don’t mind sharing a little bit about myself ; but you’ll have to promise me something. - ❜

              both hands move to gently grasp one of kokichi’s own, kind & tenderly like a sister would hold her younger sibling’s shoulders.                                ❛ - when you know the significance behind it, promise me you won’t try to take it. - ❜

              even if she trusts him, chiaki knows he’ll only throw the fact she’s doubting those feelings back in her face. what can she say? the gamer was known to find hope in doubting the darkness in others, but only after proving there was nothing to doubt in the first place. her smile remains, lazy & slow like nothing could truly shake off her subtle happiness. it’s parasitic in a positive way, as if she’s rooting into his mind itself & trying to send some good vibes ouma’s way.

                               ❛ - the last thing i’d want to do is lose a friend over something so minuscule but also negatively meaningful. - ❜

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[ AMONG US TIME. HMU IF UR DOWN TO GAME. ]

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@more-than-a-princess​ requested a luncheon.

⟶ 「♡」 ⟵

          hands trembled as she held the plastic bag, lunch still warm within its contents. standing wayward before the lunchroom, nanami felt her stomach twist inconveniently. it all felt so odd, knowing that the ultimate princesses wanted to sit with her in public. sometimes she forgot how special it was that she was the class representative. it took her a moment to psyche herself up before she shouldered through the cafeteria doors.

          once inside, the small freshman wandered leeway towards a table she noticed her fellow classmate sat at. ah, sonia! so she wasn’t late after all. chiaki felt heat bloom across cheekbones while approaching her awaiting companion. suddenly, an upperclassmen cut in front of her - shoving her aside by sheer accident - the frail rabbit spilling across the floor onto her side & her bag spiraling under another table. anxieties welled up like frostbite sores against her tongue, her head tucking as she rolls to hands & knees. 

          maybe she could just retrieve her package before anyone notices. with a scurry, she nervously bustles under the empty table, only bumping her head once in trying to sit up & check the contents for any damage. a breath of shaky responsibility passes as hesitation lets her linger under the table a little while longer. nothing to be scared of, right? it’s just sonia. . . princess or not, she’s a friend.

          after a bit of fumbling back onto her feet, the gamer approaches, bag held aloft & set upon the lunch table beside princess nevermind.                    ❛ - ah. sorry i took a little longer than i anticipated. . . got into a mini boss fight. - ❜           nimble hands start to unveil the bento boxes within, one placed before sonia & one set aside for herself. both were simple tempura with sticky rice & stir-fry veggies. they weren’t anything special, but chiaki thought the work put in was difficult - teruteru made it look so easy. as nanami finally gets the chance to relax beside her well-known classmate, her tired expression pauses in dismay.

                  ❛ - oh. i forgot the utensils. - ❜

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♥ for a starter!

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it is tired time. does she interact more or go to sleep? who knows.

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FINALLY, AFTER ALL THESE YEARS - I ARISE FROM THE ASHES. the true queen of suffering has erected a new monument. bow down to my bear-fuckery as JUNKO ENOSHIMA, danganronpa’s ultimate antagonist. sit through my bipolar fuckfest as her mood swings & i go batshit on main 24/7. give a follow, a like, & a definite reblog for this ass to get branded on dash for more mutuals!

- with love & desperation, niff.

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   “ Don’t lies eventually lead to the truth?         And don’t all my stories, true or false,          tend toward the same conclusion?       Don’t they all have the same meaning? ”

           (  highly selective & private.  / /  credits.  A / / T )

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redid my theme with help from @kiboumukou! no idea if small / sub text will show up on dash, but it’ll show on the blog from now on at least!

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tagged by: @moralitycheck​

tagging: @eludum​, @kiboumukou​, @more-than-a-princess​, @ahogedetective​, @fooliery​, & anyone else!

[ POKÉMON MEME ]

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OBSERVANT​:

“Yeah…! And especially as a detective, I want to work hard on improving those skills more and more. “ Shuichi’s confidence in himself and his skills were still a work in progress: but all the more reason he strives to work hard as he does.

When Chiaki lowered her switch, he could see a tiny bit of her screen, recognizing Animal Crossing on it. It made a small smile appear on his face, since he also loved playing that game, too: it was nice and relaxing for him…

“O-Oh! I’m…” He gives a small bow. “…Shuichi Saihara. The… Ultimate Detective, as you now know. It’s nice to meet you, senpai.”

⟶ 「♡」 ⟵

                    ❛ - wh -- oh. - ❜            chiaki hadn’t been suspecting the sudden bow from her younger classmen, especially when in greeting. she forgot about customs most times, usually opting for a head-nod or a simple smile. to be bowed to made her feel a little unorthodox, a hand moving from its hold on her gaming system to tuck back a loose side of hair.

                    ❛ - ah. saihara; that name seems familiar. it’s cool that you’re a detective - like kirigiri. it’s nice to meet you too, shuichi. - ❜

                    ❛ - my name’s chiaki; chiaki nanami -- ultimate gamer, representative of class 77B. - ❜

           it felt so odd to her to be dubbing herself as a class rep to an old rumor’s telltale signature, but it had to be done. introducing herself as chiaki would’ve been the gut punch to any hope’s peak student as is, especially someone like shuichi - clearly he knew of the history of her class. an arm moves to rub the other anxiously. . . she feared she knew what questions were to come.           ( specifically the clichéd - fabled ‘aren’t you dead?’ )

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"SIS”​:

“i don’t really have a favorite… just give me any of the ones you don’t want.”

⟶ 「♡」 ⟵

           there’s a pause as the counterpart glances down to acknowledge the flavors left. a few greens & yellows are left, but so are the oranges. as far as she remembers, reds & blues are her favorite. . . not just because they’re the typical representatives of player ones & twos. 

                    ❛ - i’ll save you some blues if you split the oranges with me. you can have the leftover yellows & greens though. i don’t really like their straight-forward tastes. - ❜

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i’m alive.

after sleeping 16 hours to catch up after three nights of restless sleep, i’m finally back at my full aptitude. let’s try & bang out some good quality responses today.

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"SIS”​:

“…only if you share some of the gummies.”

⟶ 「♡」 ⟵

                    ❛ - what’s your favorite color of sour patch, huh? i’ll split the bag. - ❜

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“SIS”​:  

“do you think if we tugged hinata-kun’s ahoge in one direction, he’d start moving that way?”

⟶ 「♡」 ⟵

                    ❛ - dunno. wanna try it out while i snack on sour gummies? - ❜