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“acting a little silly” event (5 DEAD, 40 INJURED)

#//pinkie pie but the dnd equivalent im currently playing #DUNGEON MASTER {ooc}

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🌈💎 > ❝Night parties sound lovely & all... but are they at least on the weekend?❞

#//needs her beauty sleep #//fair enough #RAINBOW RARITY ; rarity von rarirathias

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OH I FORGOR i have PLENTY of danganronpa au's too like

LUCK BE A TARO! which is Taro Yamada's Lucky Student AU which is developed but other's who can have them:

junpei (999)

kaoru (ohshc)

yusuke (persona 5)

#//lemme kno! #DUNGEON MASTER {ooc}

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// who’s your favorite danganronpa muse / oc to write?

--hey! sorry this took a minute! anyway!

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu! of course

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Ai Kisume ; my lovely sdr2 OC, the SHSL Love Guru!

#//oc link included #//i havent touched the doc in 10 years but all backstory info is still accurate #//yes i do mean 10 years as he is sdr2 #//either way fuyuhiko and ai are both classmates with kaz! #//i have two beautiful ways for him to be there! feel free to ask me about it! #//also kaz asking for advice abt sonia lel #DUNGEON MASTER {ooc) #mechatiq

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She briefly takes a moment to twirl in happiness, relieved herself that the method of blocking out the cold was so simple! Having no need for such practices, and most on her island being unaware of weather overseas, her knowledge on what to even do about it is clearly lacking.

She apparently took it the same as basking in the sun.

☼ < ❝Oh, Angie can feel the wind, it just isn't cold. And she has felt small amounts of these things before... but other than that, nobody knows! It is just one of the Great 7 Mysteries of Angie Yonaga! That one is Number 1!❞

Shuichi gives a relieved sigh when Angie accepts his coat, making it sure it was nice and snug around her. "Y-Yeah, I'm glad I came this way, too. I hope you won't get sick... hm?"

Her question caught him by surprise. But even more shocking, was learning that she apparently can't even tell the difference between heat, cold, or pain. "Y...You can't tell? Is that so...?"

It made him wonder what kind of medical condition could cause that... and now he could see why she seemingly seemed completely unaffected by the snow and cold weather. "I-I... don't think I've met someone with such a thing, before. So right now, it must not even feel like you're outside... Ah, but yes, snow is pretty cold to the touch. And this wind is awfully chilly; even if you might not personally feel it, I'm sure your skin still must feel like ice to the touch. B-But still, I insist you keep my coat on. I still want you to feel some kind of warmth, if you can..."

#//a mystery:) #//his favorite #HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN ; angie yonaga #ahogedetective

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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ > ❝... So you can teach someone?❞

The cadence in her voice is all too obvious, interest piqued and now turning to fully dedicate her attention to this conversation. Yes, there's so much of the boys leaking through, and yet they never quite know what to do with her.

Her rescue had been one of hot debate, whether a super-powered teen deserved to live. Brass tacks, it came down to, and an intervention from one Castiel. That was weeks behind now, though, and she's ready to try her abilities again.

Problem is, no one here's an angel, and Castiel dipped after she was all safe and locked up. From one prison to another.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ > ❝I wonder how that would mix with my 'angel stuff'. Any ideas?❞

the witch permits herself an airy smile as she observes claire's amusement. hip cocks as she leans into the table, shoulders relaxing. there's so much of the boys in the girl before her, luxuriously adorned in the kind of rage only a woman can understand. rowena herself is not so old as to forget how it burned her fingertips at that age. perhaps a human could never quite comprehend what it means to face judgement in the court of Nature, but a woman is a woman is a woman.

"there are different kinds of witches, dear." tone is softer now, brogue more lyrical in its cadence than the metallic edge of her ire. "borrowers are the least, they take or deal for their power, and in exchange something intrinsic from them is taken or gambled away from whatever creature they trapped. they're an abomination. students, or witchlings, have some ability, but not the power to take up the mantle of witch. then there's those of us with natural ability, and usually a lineage. we were born with sufficient power to uphold the Balance; we are priestesses of Nature. my mother was a witch, though i never knew her."

#I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME ; claire novak #faithwounded

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♔ < ❝... That's a joke, right?❞

Did Rowena ever joke, though? She was told to be ready for anything, any kind of plea or deal to undo those cuffs. No magic could bleed through and take control of her, at least.

Charlie puts on a strained smile, nervously chuckling and tucking her arms into herself. There has been no sign of witchly activity in her, except maybe--

♔ < ❝Is this because of the faery that I--eh hem, saved? Do you know about the fae at all? Crazy question, I know.❞

"such a narrowminded world view, dear." roll of her eyes translates across her entire body. petite frame shifts to move the other woman out of the way, creating space for the witch. original intention had been to use her limited technical knowledge top further sabotage the device - that might buy her some more time - but her plan rapidly changes.

"well isn't that interesting." she mutters, hands slipping away from the computer. head tilts in feline manner as she reads the runes tumbling across the screen. "it's not a curse, but it is about the most interesting thing to happen in this goddess-damned cellar."

dangerous smirk curls across vicious lips as rowena straightens. arms fold expectantly across thin chest, held rigid in her amusement. expression in her gaze levels to something venomous in its contempt.

"yer a witch, charlie."

#20-SIDED SAPPHIC ; charlie bradbury #faithwounded #//im slowly floating back to the surface

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❛  you're wrong.  ❜ [ for any of your spn muses that you feel like throwing at me! c: ]

⛧⛧⛧ ❝... Oh, I'm wrong, am I? Tell me, Dean--do you know anyone else as sanctioned and practiced in the arts as I? Yourself, maybe? Know something I don't?❞

#//we are slowly running up the hill of posting #LOVE IS EVOL ; rowena macleod #impalaking

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Ryota briefly freezes up when Kazuichi, in not-so-subtle terms, described his only issue--interacting with his daughter. It seems like she could read minds, with how intensely she carried herself. Or, Ryota is just a hermit and everyone scares him on some level.

✎_ < ❝I-... understand exactly what you mean...❞

Anyway. Showtime. Without another word, Ryota turns the doorknob and--in one swift movement that nobody would predict he's capable of, drags Kazuichi in with him and shuts the door. He'd apologize for the abruptness and physical contact later.

The smell is what hits first. Not as bad today, though--window's open and he can see the thin fog of air freshener in the sunbeams. Apparently someone had heard their approaching conversation and quickly cleaned up... No crusty ramen cups on the floor or dirty clothes. The only hint of anything amiss is a musty, stagnant feel that would hopefully quickly fade.

Other than that, typical bed and bedroom accessories, as well as his massive and impressive computer set-up. With it's multiple, glowing screens and stack of anime reference books neatly organized underneath in several boxes. The desk was even straightened up. All anime figurines lined up like little, bug-eyed soldiers in skirts.

Another perk--a bathroom, which is currently occupied along with the shower going. There must be a rapid-fire makeover session going on in there.

✎_ < ❝Um, I was about to apologize for the mess, but I forgot I cleaned it this morning...❞

A bold-faced lie, but there's no way anyone could waterboard the truth out of him.

✎_ < ❝Go ahead and sit anywhere, but please don't touch anything that looks important! Also... my favorites are actually slice-of-life mysteries that include supernatural elements... Maybe you'd be the most familiar with Angel Beats?❞

“Really? I mean, I heard he has a daughter in the school, but she seemed a little intimidating for me to approach. Not in a bad way, just… I don’t know. She just seemed like she’s very quiet and observant. I dunno how to approach her…” Humming to himself, he tried to imagine her dad. “I had this ‘cold and mysterious’ picture in my mind of the headmaster, but if he’s nice, then… I guess I was way off.” Oh well, whatever. It’s not like he actually cared that much. The reason he got a little interested in the first place is because the other said he met him, and, well, that was sort of surprising. The other seemed too introverted to be on talking terms with the headmaster.

“You know, you sound like you like anime a lot…” the mechanic couldn’t help but point out, though he seemed happy about it. “Which genre do you like best? Action? Romance? Sci-fi?? Personally I’d watch any of the three! Just uh, as long as it doesn’t have lots of gore-ish stuff.”

Amidst his eagerness to chat, he hadn’t noticed they reached the other’s room until the guy announced it himself, though the promise to secrecy made him curious. He furrowed his brows in confusion, but then nodded anyway. “Sure…?” Was the other shy about something? “Don’t worry man, I’m not the type to judge! …Er, for the most part. Sometimes I judge, but like, who doesn’t, you know?? Anyway, you definitely can count on me to keep a secret!”

#//offers this to you in my struggle #2DYLLIC ; ryota mitarai #mechatiqe

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I figured out the AU for Tinker Bell & it has nothing to do with Lydiathebard.. . 😭

#//been mia for a number of reasons #//getting into magic the gathering mostly #//my two other off days are dnd #//but tinker bell??? #//and her girls?? #//murdering?? #//iconic. every time

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upd8

hey girls,,,

to make a long story short, during a trip my phone got claimed by the backrooms, and ever since i've been struggling to keep the old number cuz i got cold feet and wanted a new one,,,,,,,, that LOCKED me out of my google (and therefore tumblr) for over a month!!!!!

so here we r, finally back, with a new phone and new number,,, with gooogle RANDOMLY deciding i can change the password now!,,,

#DUNGEON MASTER {ooc} #//anyway #//expect damage control here when i have the freetime

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At this, Pomni groans in defeat and desperately looks around for a hand. She doesn't know if Caine experiences pain, or even if something like that can last here, but it sure looks painful and... great. Everyone scattered.

Perfect. Leave Pomni to clean up the mess!

She shakes her head, bells jingling, and starts to try and sling one of Caine's arms around her shoulders. Not the strongest tool in the shed, but she can certainly try!

🎟️ < ❝C'mon, maybe there's... maybe there's somewhere better to rest? There's gotta be a--dressing room, or something, right?"

Caine wasn't sure when he ended up on the floor, but apparently he was sitting down. Huh! Must have happened sometime after getting nailed with the dodgeball.

"Huh? What?" Caine had been staring at Pomni, but not really processing what was happening. It took his mind a second to even register her question. "Oh! Uh ..." His teeth shut slightly, as if he were squinting at her fingers. Things were still a little spinny for him. "Fifteen?"

Yeah ... he got hit pretty hard.

#//she wants to help in anyway she can:( #THE AMAZING INTERN ; pomni #plasticsouled {caine}

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Sh... Shit! He was supposed to be Hikaru today! Kaoru got so caught up on the fact that Haruhi lost! Not to mention, they always let the girls win, so why did he flounder--?!

🍑 < ❝Don't tell anyone---I am supposed to be Hikaru! You won, okay, you always win!❞

they're caught off guard, seemingly the only one who can tell the twins apart, apparently this time is different. and all they can do is stare at kaoru in bewilderment. “ huh, i could've sworn you were hikaru. you were carrying yourself like he does today, you must be getting better at pretending, even i was fooled. ”

#//kaoru not on the ball today #//he eepy #PEACH A LA MODE ; kaoru hitachiin #pareidolah {haruhi}

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if they ask, tell them you're me. / hikaru @ kaoru !!

🍑 < ❝... You can't be serious. Again?❞

Kaoru huffs as he pauses in getting ready for class, having only just finished the knot in his tie only seconds earlier. Now he'll have to completely redo it exactly the way Hikaru would. He already starts making that motion, tugging loose the fabric.

🍑 < ❝Don't you get it looks like I'm the absent one?❞

He doesn't really have any trouble on catching up with the classwork, and due to their prestige the teachers can't afford to bat an eye, but still... Kaoru didn't want to take advantage of that as Hikaru. It totally defeated the purpose.

🍑 < ❝You'll owe me, this time. I'd have you cook, but I'm also not in the mood to get food poisoning, so... Really make it worth my while, Hikaru.❞

The shrinking peach puts on a minor demonstration of his act, voice light and gaze cast down. Of course he knows what buttons to press.

#//hi! glad to be back! #pareidolah {hikaru} #PEACH A LA MODE ; kaoru hitachiin

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❥ > ❝... Apologies, but I don't tend to sugarcoat. Let me catch you up to speed. My name is Ai Kisume, the Ultimate Love Guru.❞

In this case, a shared grievance between the two of them. From his pocket, the pink-haired young man pulls out a folded piece of paper and straightens it out. Upon it, is the undoubtedly familiar handwriting of one Toko Fukawa.

It details, in such short words because the real deal is sickeningly toxic, how she expects a hand from The Love Guru in her fruitless pursuit of the Heir. She wants, more than anything, to swoop him up in a typhoon of elegant & eternal love--among other dribble.

❥ > ❝... I'm not here to debate your feelings. I already know them. This is the 22nd letter since my enrollment last week. Just tell me how to get her to stop.❞

@heartheaded wrote: "Good morning, although it's about to not be. For either one of us." (ai to togami when he's ready akskdjf)

"mhm, and good morning to you too." he doesn't even bother to look at them at first, mind fixated elsewhere. typically waking in the early hours of the morning, the blonde had simply been enjoying the peace and quiet, delving into a fresh book with a warm cup of coffee by his side. it was shaping up to be a normal morning, nothing special, at least that's what togami thought until ...

its then that the other's words finally seem to register, calm expression shifting to one of light concern, finally looking the other's way. "wait, and just what is that supposed to mean?" that combination of words, it sounded somewhat threatening without any context given, so forgive togami's guard suddenly flaring up.

#//ai is like--i did my homework on you and i know youd rather lick a telephone pole so #//lol #HEARTBREAKER ; ai kisume #stcries {togami} #//this also pivoted so hard from when i last thought about it #//thats what happens when u have a month hiatus

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Her titular response is enough to have Scanlan sigh in earnest, almost cursing himself for the crumb of goodwill he attempted to bestow upon one, ever-confused Keyleth. Sure, the bard and the rogue get up to some funny business every now and again, but not anywhere close to what their resident druid was thinking.

In fact, his jest was just that--a joke. Maybe a motivator, if it hit right, but that couldn't have been taken more wrong.

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝Now what fun would there be without a challenge?❞

He urges, lightly jabbing his friend in the side with a mischievous elbow of a response.

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝C'mon, Sun Tree, I know how to keep a secret! Make this a little more fun and you might stand a chance.❞

@heartheaded, scanlan says "Aim for the heart. Shoot to kill. If you don't do it, well... I will." and keyleth's gaze immediately shifts from vax who walks ahead of them to the gnome with a look a complete and utter confusion and concern and her grip on her staff tightens

" oh! oh no. no. i- no. no i don't want to kill him. i mean things have been tense and all but killing him?! i- "

wait. oh. oh...

stopping abruptly, keyleth's whole face turns a deep red and her eyes fall down, hand clutching tighter to her staff as she tries to get a grip.she exhales. she shakes her head and once again, she shift her gaze to scanlan, an almost dejected look in her eyes that she can't hide away even with her embarrassment. " it's an expression right? " at least she hopes it's an expression.

" i think i missed my shot awhile ago. and there might be a handful of things in front of my target. " she wants to say that that she doesn't know what he's talking about but that would be lying. clearly scanlan had already seen far too much or knew something--- or worse, it was all too fucking obvious. but now this presented a whole other issue, " you want to shoot your shot? "

#//he gives nicknames:) #//i try to make them all unique! #//also sorry for the absence! #DO YOU SPICE? ; scanlan shorthalt #firepassed

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hey girls,,,

to make a long story short, during a trip my phone got claimed by the backrooms, and ever since i've been struggling to keep the old number cuz i got cold feet and wanted a new one,,,,,,,, that LOCKED me out of my google (and therefore tumblr) for over a month!!!!!

so here we r, finally back, with a new phone and new number,,, with gooogle RANDOMLY deciding i can change the password now!,,,

#DUNGEON MASTER {ooc} #//anyway #//expect damage control here when i have the freetime #//in the meantime im on discord if you want it #//maybe a couple days then i'll be here #//just. recovering from the whiplash.