Daily Danganronpa Fun Fact #55
If you click on the cottages of dead characters after Chiaki’s execution, a glitched message will appear.
Except for Nagito’s cottage
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Sprite Edits from @drawbauchery’s Danganronpa Bus/Camp AU: Part 3.
{So a few things...}
Editing Keebo is a pain in the ass but at least this time all I had to do was give him a sweater
Celeste's proportions are so fucked, and I don't know why. Her breast size is normal but her torso is skinnier than humanly possible, and I hate having to align that all up.
I only realized halfway through the edit that Gonta has a ponytail, and given THAT mess, I didn't want to go back and redo it, so I'm sorry he doesn't have one.
This was my first time editing Hiyoko as an adult and I think it turned out pretty well.
Editing Gundham without his scarf was a NIGHTMARE.
From here on out, like this post, I'm going to be doing 5 girls and 5 boys in each post.
{Hope you enjoy, and check out the Bus AU, as always}
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Rule# 15
Never taunt someone with hurtful names
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Have you heard what they say?
About what's hiding underneath the stage?
You can hear it late at night, rhythmically knocking against the hollow underside of the wood, the soft thump of its feet as it leaves damp footprints across the floor.
The smattering of laughter.
They call it a Zashiki warashi, a harmless, mischievous child spirit.
But that's wrong.
you'll know if you look through the slats of the stage,
you'll see the shimmer of a carpet of insect wings, and the discarded, wingless, rolled up bodies of flies.
So hold your tongue.
Never let her overhear a put down or a taunt, even if you think it's in jest, because they say she delights in such diatribes,
and she loathes to be alone.
You'll start to feel her presence,
White silk, red spider lilies in the corners of your eyes, the pad of her footsteps, the trail of her obi across the floor.
Gleefully watching, crowing at your jibes,
encouraging your insults,
escalating your cruelty.
you cannot help it, as the words tumble from your mouth,
her laugher in your ears, the sharp staccato stings of a koto.
People shed you like cicada shells
Your words no longer your own,
actions not your own,
You're like an ant under her gaze.
Your feet move in a dance you never learned the steps for.
Her Dance Macabre.
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