#theamityelf

[komacoma]

The scene doesn’t actually go like this at all but while reading @theamityelf’s fic I couldn’t help but imagine this as a comic. Go read it if you haven’t, it’s amazing!!,

#komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa fanart #nagito komaeda fanart #danganronpa nagito #hajime hinata #makoto naegi #theamityelf #danganronpa memes

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

FHPOC recommended Youtubers

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[sunpoffin]

A little continuation of my kamuegi AU based off of @theamityelf 's tags and agere Izuru AU!

Fluff under the cut 💕

After coming back to himself and surveying the state of the room he was in, several things are immediately clear to Izuru. First and most obvious is that he doesn’t know how he got here. The light coming from the window outside slants across the floor, casting late afternoon shadows. Izuru has lost several hours. Second, the damage in this room was done by none other than himself. The footprints kicked against the wall fit his own shoe prints perfectly and line up with someone his height. And the blows have caused dents in the iron rebar behind the plaster that are proportional to his own power. (Though used recklessly, thoughtlessly, not a focused attempt to destroy the wall.) The blinds have been pulled down and scattered, the table in the room flipped over, gripped so harshly that the metal edge of it was deformed into a cast of the inside of a fist. Laying his own fingers into the divots proves that this too was Izuru’s doing. As he breathes, taking in all of this, a few strands of his hair stick to his face. Reaching up, Izuru finds that his cheek is wet with the remnants of tears.

It's as though he just had a child’s tantrum fit.

In tandem with that thought, a memory comes to him. Izuru is sitting in a car, in the cabin rather than as cargo for the first time in his conscious existence. The blanket he was given because Izuru was ‘only wearing a hospital gown’ still rests over his shoulders, the fingers of one hand idly tugging at an uneven seam. Naegi Makoto sits across from him radiating unnecessary worry, Izuru’s eyes tracking the world moving past them even as Naegi speaks.

“...I don’t want to overwhelm you or anything, so just say so if you’d rather not talk about this stuff right away,” The sound of a seatbelt creaking as Naegi leans forwards, an unconscious sign of sincerity. “but just in the interest of being completely honest with you, we did look into your background a little... We’re still trying to find out where your family is, so if you have any idea wh-“

“Hinata Hajime’s family is not my own. I do not remember the life of the person who inhabited this body before me, nor do I have any desire to return to it.” Izuru answers him, his eyes tracing over a mountainside of dead trees and exposed rock. The layers in the cliff face tell a clear story of erosion due to a lack of plant life buffering the runoff, the brush and trees having died off due to pollution. In the end, just as Izuru assumed, this world of despair was every bit as predictable as the supposedly hopeful one before it.

“You... only remember the Hope Cultivation Plan?” His voice is gentle, more of that worry bleeding through his attempt at neutrality.

“No.” Izuru doesn’t try to look back at the window, resigned to finish this line of questioning. “The Hope Cultivation Plan has been completed. I woke up in captivity and have remained so. First under the ownership of Hope’s Peak, then the Future Foundation, and now you have me.”

“Kamukura-kun... You’re not an object. I’m not planning on keeping you or anything close to that. You can stay with us for as long as you want, of course, but no one is going to stop you from leaving. I promise.” Because it would be tedious to explain to him that Izuru was always capable of freeing himself, he stays silent. That doesn’t seem to stop Naegi from continuing though.

“It’s alright not to know what you’re going to do next. You’ve got options. Staying here, or we could help you with getting a spot in one of the more established settlements, or even going off on your own. You’ve... apparently only been alive for two years and you’ve spent all that time in a cell pretty much, so I get it if this is a lot.”

“Two years, ten months, and nine days.” Izuru corrects him. “It’s closer to three years.”

Three years old.

It does not escape Izuru how his current circumstances, losing his memory for a short window of time within which he seemingly developed a different personality, compares to Fukawa’s experiences. It could very well be that Izuru, having been completed entirely within captivity, is not suited to this life. He cannot experience emotions like others do. Being presented with choices that mean nothing to him because everything is the same... is pointless. In that case, perhaps this is evidence of a new self coming through? A self which is more adaptable- a child. Izuru sweeps broken glass off the desk and begins to write.

In the end, Izuru favors brevity, noting down the basics of his situation, how this child should comport themself in order to be safe, and the locations of the hiding spots that Izuru plans to build for them within Naegi’s headquarters. He folds up the note and stows it in his shirt’s breast pocket, a small fold made on the outer edge so that it will be ever so slightly uncomfortable and therefore noticeable to the child.

With that, Izuru makes to clean up the mess the tantrum caused. Logically, Izuru understands that if he is right... Then suddenly being saddled with a child with limited self-control and access to his own abilities will make things difficult for him. Whoever this other presence in his mind is, they are a weakness. And any outgrowth of weakness from him should be pruned off. Realistically, it should have ended up as a hunk of grey matter on a surgical tray while Izuru was still in the process of being formed. Izuru’s body draws backwards and his head dips forwards, his hair falling over his forehead and across his face.

No. He does not want to destroy this presence. His teachers cut away Izuru’s emotions and stifled any pleasure Izuru could have gotten from making or realizing his own goals. This was because Izuru was meant to be a tool, something to be used for hope. The new presence within him, this child... is not like that. They very clearly feel. They very clearly need support and protection and care. They are lost, and lashing out directionlessly because of it. They have not mapped out the world through points of pain or boredom and won’t know that it will be necessary to defend themself. In that case, Izuru will provide the care they need.

As he exits the room, Izuru notes the small noises that tell him people are still in the building. This despite how the hallways are clear, and the main door leading outside the building has been propped open. Pointedly, Izuru ignores this. If Naegi wants him to leave, he will have to be more direct than that. These headquarters have made for a convenient place to rest, and will double as a safer place for the child personality. And until Izuru is ousted more forcibly, he will make good on his promise and fashion a few hiding spots for the child to escape to.

When Izuru next surfaces from a haze over his mind, he finds himself in one such hiding spot. The blanket he set down for the child to cover themself with if they chose, was all bundled up into a ball in Izuru’s arms, his fingers sunk deeply into the fabric. Taking account of his body, Izuru notes his steady heartbeat, his relaxed muscles, his renewed energy. Good. The child took some time to rest. And seems to be comforted by the act of holding soft things... One hand moves to his breast pocket to retrieve the note, this time smoothed of the fold that Izuru put into it earlier.

Spreading the paper out, Izuru sees that the back of it has been written on. It’s... his handwriting but not. It’s sloppy and quickly written when Izuru’s script was perfect and had no flourishes at all. Several places in the paper have also been punctured mid-character as though the child forgot themself and applied too much pressure. In the letter, the child thanks Izuru for building the hiding spots and for leaving snacks. That they liked the doughnuts especially and are there more? That hiding was alright but they were very tempted to talk to the other people living in the building. Why is it bad to talk to them? Why are they living here if it’s dangerous? They made a lot of loud noise while crying and that they’re sorry for making a mess. Will Izuru write back? Is it okay to go outside? They know things that they don’t remember learning about and they want to, quote, ‘meet a bird.’ The letter ends abruptly after that.

For a long moment, Izuru just holds the letter. Then he carefully folds it up and puts it in a different pocket. It occurs to him now that he has something he wants to keep, that he could store the letters between himself and the child somewhere in the room that Naegi gave him. Though the child asked many questions, Izuru has questions of his own. His head buzzing with ideas, Izuru returns to his room. He wants to bake for the child if they like sweets. He can gather materials about birds, or make them puzzles to entertain themself with while they hide. If they like to eat sweets, would they also enjoy baking? Where would they want to go if these headquarters aren’t ideal? Would they like a new name? Would they like Izuru to name them?

While Izuru sews them a plush rabbit to hold while napping, he thinks of even more questions. He notes them down carefully between sewing, and writing out recipes for macarons and lemon pound cake and flan, and finding a book of baby names to leave for them. Izuru Kamukura, stripped of kanji, of any ties to family, was an appropriate name for Izuru. Perfect, remote, with nothing to do with humanity. But this child is a person. They feel, they want, they are capable of change. They should have another choice besides Kamukura. They should have every choice. Izuru will ensure that they do.

After a while, a rhythm develops. Izuru gathers things for the child in the hiding spots he built and in his room, (as time wears on, it’s apparent that Izuru’s room won’t be intruded upon and that it’s safe to lower his guard there somewhat.) And the child, sometimes calling themself Izuru as well, sometimes Kotaro, or Hinako, or Usagi- they haven’t settled on a name yet... But little Izuru, will regale him with everything that they did while ‘awake’.

It's a comfortable enough pattern that when one afternoon, Izuru finds himself slowly coming back to consciousness while curled up on a couch in the lounge room, he can’t put his finger on what’s wrong right away. Until gentle fingers stroke through his hair and Izuru sits bolt upright, eyes wide and heart thundering in his chest. Naegi Makoto’s hands hover in the air above his lap where Izuru was just resting, his expression one of such bafflement that Izuru almost can’t consider him a threat at that moment. His features soften from shock into gentle concern. “Usagi-kun?”

Izuru shakes his head.

“Izuru-kun?”

Izuru shakes his head again.

“...Kamukura-kun?”

After a few beats of silence from Izuru, Naegi speaks again. “Sorry about surprising you like that. I didn’t mean to touch you without permission. Are… you okay? Toko sometimes gets a little disoriented when she switches, so it’s alright if you want to rest here. O-or if you just want to in general! I really don’t mind.” He sounds very genuine. Izuru has not moved from his spot pressed up against the far edge of the couch, the armrest digging into his lower back.

“Why are you talking to them?”

Naegi’s brow furrows in confusion. “What?”

Izuru is focused on Naegi and on the exits and on taking inventory of himself to assure he is unharmed. “The child. Why are you talking to them.” Izuru’s throat feels tense and he would correct it if there weren’t other, more important things to focus on. “I don’t interact with you because you make no demands of me. But if you were to ask me for something, I would do it. I instructed my other self to refuse any of your requests if they really do want to speak with the other people here. So why are you being kind to them? Manipulation is not necessary. It would be much faster to simply ask me for whatever you might need.”

For an unknown reason, Naegi looks hurt. “Kamukura-kun... I’m nice to them because everyone deserves kindness. Everyone should have someone safe they can go to. And if I can be that, even for a few people, then there will be a little less loneliness in the world.” He blushes, seemingly self-conscious. “…That and I really do just want to make friends with you.”

“You want to be my friend?” The answer is a reflex, more than a conscious decision. Slowly, Izuru is putting things together. Little Izuru felt safe enough to sleep around Naegi. On the TV, a documentary on sea creatures plays- his other self has mentioned an interest in starfish before. And the blanket that was covering Izuru a few moments ago, is patterned with little rabbits.

Naegi smiles. “Yeah, with little Izuru and with Kamukura-kun, both. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way though, you can still stay here as long as you want. You really don’t need to do anything for me...”

The thick feeling in Izuru’s throat is becoming painful. But he no longer feels as though Naegi is a threat.

“Thank you.” He says it carefully, like stepping out onto a sheet of ice that he isn’t completely sure will hold his weight. “…If that is the case, then I will watch the rest of this here.” Izuru announces. “to see what my other self likes about it.” It would not make sense to draw away now. Izuru was just asleep and if Naegi wanted to harm him, he would have done so by now. Which is why it’s perfectly logical for Izuru to stay. And then, afterwards, to follow Naegi into the kitchen and bake the cookie dough that he had made together with Little Izuru earlier.

#kamuegi #if you squint lol but im tagging it <3 #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #theamityelf #and yes izurus love of bunnies here also means that he would adore usami ^^ #mimi writes

[shelbbot]

@theamityelf

I know you said it wasn't a request, but it made me want to draw him again regardless. sorry it took me so long to reply, and thank you for the kind message! :]

#my art #ralsei #deltarune #utdr

[siswritesyanderes]

Surprise! This one isn't long, but it's here!

#twilight fanfiction #yandere twilight #yandere carlisle cullen #yandere esme cullen #carlisle x esme x reader

[aliciadreaming]

Don't mind me I'mma gonna be obsessed with this for awhile 😍🤩

also @theamityelf what do you think????

#zendaya coleman #zendaya #athena #leah sava jeffries #annabeth chase

[theamityelf]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dangan Ronpa Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kamukura Izuru/Komaeda Nagito/Naegi Makoto, Kamukura Izuru/Naegi Makoto, Kamukura Izuru/Komaeda Nagito, Komaeda Nagito/Naegi Makoto, Maizono Sayaka & Naegi Makoto, Naegi Makoto & Togami Byakuya, Kirigiri Kyoko & Naegi Makoto, Asahina Aoi & Naegi Makoto Characters: Naegi Makoto, Kamukura Izuru, Komaeda Nagito, Togami Byakuya, Kirigiri Kyoko, Asahina Aoi (Dangan Ronpa), Enoshima Junko, Ikusaba Mukuro Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Avatar & Benders Setting, Naegi Makoto-centric, Naegi Makoto is a Ray of Sunshine, Kamukura Izuru Has Feelings, Kamukura Izuru Is Bad At Feelings, Hinata Hajime and Kamukura Izuru Are Merged, Komaeda Nagito's Luck Cycle, Komaeda Nagito Being Komaeda Nagito, Komaeda Nagito Is Obsessed With Hope, Bending (Avatar), Kidnapping Summary:

Hajime Hinata was born with the power to bend all four elements.

Hajime Hinata no longer exists.

Now, Avatar Izuru Kamukura, abducted as a child and raised to be a living weapon by a radical group intent on seizing power, has started blazing a trail of fear through the world. He was taught to master all forms of bending and to block himself off from the purely spiritual.

He does such a good job of it that the spirit of Raava leaves the Avatar for the first time since there has been an Avatar. Where does Raava go?

...Meet Makoto Naegi, a non-bender who's really nice to strangers.

#danganronpa #danganronpa fanfiction #avatar au #kamukomaegi #kamuegi #komaegi #kamukoma #makoto naegi #izuru kamukura #nagito komaeda #my fanfiction

[chaoticstarlightwonderland]

If someone in class 78 went through Izuru Kamukura project…

Sort of inspired by @theamityelf multiple Kamukura AU, and just ideas of a general class swap AU, I was wondering who, if anyone from class 78 would go through such a thing. Who is the most desperate for self-improvement. Then it hit me.

Chihiro Fujisaki, our fav insecure programmer.

Picture it: Chihiro wants to be stronger, braver, both for him self esteem and to better fit into what he thinks society wants him to be. He is then presented with an… “edited” explanation of the Kamukura project.

Chihiro’s mind and body will be improved upon. He will learn things, his body will be stronger to handle the skills of a mixed martial artist. Maybe they offer to make him taller as well just to sweeten the deal.

While Chihiro does have supportive classmates, maybe he hasn’t told them his true gender identity, or maybe he has but is frustrated with the lack of results of the hard work he is doing.

Chihiro says yes, and then is slowly picked apart until all that is left is his programming skill. And then a bunch of other skills are added.

Maybe class 78 falls into despair about what Hope’s Peak manipulated Chihiro into doing to himself. And the fact that society at large pushed Chihiro into this mindset.

What would this ‘Chizuru’ person be like, compared to the Hajime version? Firstly, still apathetic like canon. But maybe they still have the mindset of analysing a person’s imperfections, but instead of being internalised/self-directed, Chizuru instead looks down on everyone else. The shape of their bodies, their behaviour, all contrasting to the amazing things Chizuru can do. It doesn’t help that the scientists are constantly talking up how amazing the project result is.

Keeping that in mind, maybe why Chizuru decides to take part in the tragedy is to get rid of the most weak of society and make the strong prevail, while also giving the chance for people to become strong through this process.

Bonus: If he has created an “Alter Ego” before this transformation imagine Chizuru finding the AI and deciding to use it to find out more about who this body once belonged to as a natural curiosity. And Alter Ego is desperately trying to keep their master from being too much of a monster.

#danganronpa #chihiro fujisaki #kamukura izuru #izuru kamukura #fujisaki chihiro #danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa au #sdr2 kamukura #izuru Kamukura project #Hope’s peak academy #danganronpa 1 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 #my post

[okubunny]

Drawing I made for theamityelf :3

#drawing #artwork #digital art #art #cute art #cute drawing #digital drawing #procreate #procreate art #bust #drawing while black #black artists #asian artists #asian american artists #trans artists #artists on tumblr #tumblr artists #black ocs

[dani-luminae]

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was tagged by @lady-of-the-spirit so let's have at it! The last sentence I wrote was the final sentence of chapter 6 of Stars on Earth:

"I told you, Harry... you were the only one that Ben's clothes fit!"

...well that sure sounds goofy out-of-context! And a lot of words.

I'm just gonna tag as many people I can think of. @descendantofthesparrow you get double-tagged! @unusual-ly @megamultifandomtrashposts @thetimelordbatgirl @gay-ghostwriter @auradon-bore-a-don @juniaships @theamityelf and @lilyofthevalley-11!

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

I was rewatching the 2003 Haunted Mansion movie and it’s actually not that bad. Eddie Murphy’s character isn’t a deadbeat dad, he truly loves his family- he just happens to get distracted by his work.

I actually have a really great youtube video that talks about that!

Its not that I don't want to talk about it today I just figure you're better off talking to the Amity Elf herself over at her blog!!! @theamityelf

mod ali

#fhpoc asks #haunted mansion #eddie murphy #movie review #theamityelf

[humaudrey]

(Had to make my own, the OG post is too long, sorry lmao)

List five things that make you happy and then tag the last ten people to have reblogged something from you. Spread the Positivity!

Tagged by the incredible @hoolay-boobs Thanks for always including me/tagging me in these! 😊

Friends + Family + Boyfriend and my brothers' pets (Hunter has two cats and a kitten, RJ has another kitten from the aforementioned litter, and Savion has a year-old puppy, turns out I'm mildly allergic to cats but I'll live)

Music

Reading/Writing

Video Games

As of lately, cooking and baking. I love trying out new recipes and having people be my test subjects.

Tagging (no pressure obviously): @epickiya722 @lilyofthevall @theamityelf @snobgoblin @starbowhearts @protectwoc @lilicohirukoma @dear-yellow-legal-pad @book-loving--anime-chick @redheadlesbianfreak and anyone else who wants to and didn't make the cut.

#still love you guys 💗

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Thanks! I got the blood colour idea from TheAmityElf`s zombie AU, which you should go check out if you like mine!

I really need to get caught up on their zombie au ive been too busy looking at the kamukura stuff

#goodbye despair #anon chaos

[humaforever]

I saw these questions about fanfic and I wanted to answer them. 😄

Favorite fanfiction: "Just watch the wash away" by Glitter_Lisp on ao3. It made me cry uncontrollably and is written very well.

Favorite type of fanfic: Fluff. Always has been which is why I write it

Favorite chapter fic: oof this is hard, I think "a pirates song" by @xempasuchil-love-blog but I also love @theamityelf descendants chapter fics

Favorite one shot: my favorite one shot got deleted and I'm bitter about it. But now, probably "suds" by Glitter_Lisp once again. I also love "the child effect" by @jojo-sain.

Who are your favorite people to read about in fanfiction: Harry and Uma always and forever. I don't know how to live normally without being obsessed with them. Also more recently CJ.

Favorite fanfic writer right now: This is hard, I love Glitter_Lisp and @panthera-tigris-venenata. But there's so many good ones.

What inspired you to write fanfiction: actually, @simwoman2002 inspired me because I loved her fics (still do). I am still baffled at how accurate and well written her descendants fics are. I honestly consider them canon.

First fic you read: honestly can't remember, some Huma one on Wattpad after d3.

First fic you were obsessed with: This one on Wattpad called "how it started" idk, it was Huma and I was really in my lavender haze faze with them. Still an honestly.

Fics you re-read: there's so many. I have so many bookmarks on ao3 and I read all of them over and over. Some of my favs to re-read are by @nocturna-iv, @simwoman2002, @kindofchaoticgood, and @xempasuchil-love-blog. Check em out

First fandom you started reading about and current fandom: First, descendants. Still, descendants.

Most of these people are on ao3. They are all incredibly talented. I appreciate them all for fueling my Huma love and adding to the fandom. Check out their blogs, show some love. They all managed to make incredibly amazing fics and I cherish them all.

#love of fanfiction #ao3 #huma #huma fanfiction #fanfiction #descendants #amazing authors #truly they could write books #harry hook #uma

[siswritesyanderes]

New chapter! Whew.

#yandere twilight #twilight fanfiction #yandere alice cullen #yandere jasper hale

[descendantofthesparrow]

Where did the ‘Harry hook’s eyes turn red’ come from?

@theamityelf mentioned it once with how Hooks eyes in the peter pan book turn red when he gets angry(i think?) and i ran with it, no regrets