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lazarus-hope-project · 2 years

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Happily Ever After | Trial END

With that, the screens fade to black, as Sentinel jumps back to life. Autopilot is still controlling her as he pats his hands, as if cleaning off dirt from his hands.

"Well! Wasn't that an experience! Didn't think that'd work with only 3 hours to prepare. I really outdid myself, didn't I, everyone?"

The screens around you hum back to life as it shows an icon of a loading wheel, a cutesy jingle playing.

"Now please stand by while I make a call, okay? It'll just be a moment!"

You're all kept in the trial room for a moment of silence while the "call" connects. Then, it's apparent. The view is the same as you saw previous in a call recording. Old man Kisuke stands near the window behind his desk, sipping tea when the call goes through. He turns to quirk an eyebrow at his screen, realizing a call has been answered.

"Why, Atsuko... I thought we had 'broken up' last time we spoke. You wanted nothing to do with me, and I felt similarly."

He sat down at the desk, and realized what he saw wasn't Atsuko, but you all in the trial room.

"What.... What is this?

Autinel waves his arms at Kisuke, who has called a similarly aged Bo Moreau next to him. And then... Autopilot begins berating the two of them.

"How dare you sit by and let such atrocities occur under your noses for decades! You are in big trouble, young man! You too, Bo! When we get to landing back on Earth, we're going to have a loooong talk with your superiors about poor management! Atsuko Fujimoto has been executed for her crimes, and now we are stranded up here in space because I forgot to ask for the god fucking damn password!"

Kisuke waves a hand, looking confused.

"What is going on here? The Autopilot software seems to be.... Malfunctioning. No matter. Now with her... You said executed? Huh... Sad. Well anyways. We will take it from here, seize control, and prepare everything for landing. We'll take you here to our location, and we'll reset the Autopilot AI. No more of ... whatever this is. Anyways, you need the password for the Autopilot Landing System?"

Autopilot, afraid of what he just heard, simply nods his head.

"Well.. If it's still the same from when Michiya made the ships... It should be... oh where did I put it... DarkStarBlaster825. He was, and still is, a simple man. While I have you here, Atsuko Fujimoto Clone... I suppose you'll have to do in regards of someone paying for her betrayal. We'll settle it once you're here in the flesh. Anyways, once you are in the control room, we will send the coordinates to bring you to Earth. We will screen the clones, see if they're viable to live on, and we will find a way to compensate those for what had occurred. Sound good?"

Did that sound good to you?

But before any of you could protest, the sounds of banging from their side of the call distracted them. The two older folks stepped away from the camera as light filled the room, a somewhat familiar voice calling out.

"Put your hands where we can see them! We've come to take over the facility, you CF scum!"

#trial end #ch 6 #trial 6 #mm trial

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kingpains · 1 year

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dr1 designs pt. 1

#sakura ogami #chihiro fujisaki #mondo owada #danganronpa #dr thh #trigger happy havoc #already drew the main trio from this game too they'll be up Later #i draw #ive really been having a blast doing these as warmups for the past bit #im JUST past the first case in drv3 so im not all in on the lore yet but we're getting there #these 3 are probably my favorite characters from thh. i really like mondo's case n trial #i like sakura because uh she rules duh next question #chihiro and mondo both grew on me After their stories concluded. im a sucker for character exploration through tragedy #they both became much more compelling once they were. yknow #mm butter #CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SHOT IN THE ANIME OF ALL OF THE CORPSES FROM DR1 #AND.. THERE'S JUST A PUDDLE OF BUTTER... WITH A JACKET IN IT.... LIKE....

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adwox · 10 months

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the first colored sketch of zero i made ⁉️

#mega man x #mmx zero #mmx #megaman #zero #i think this was from may? anyway i am never finishing it so its getting sent out now as is #my interest in mm was always present my whole life but properly kicked off in very late march and has been going strong since #which for me pretty much means its a forever series now as i tend to move on fast and if smth can make it past my 30 day brain trial #we are linked for life #the empty chasm which is his chest here bc i forgot the ventilation system or whatever that little AC unit between his orbicals is #>mine_>art

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ressesofthepeaces · 2 years

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Solaceblr: Will Solace is just a cool guy!! The coolest. Cat lying in the sun type vibe. Probably one of the nicest people at camp. Talented in his own way and deserves the world.

Also us: *punches him in the face* have a traumatic childhood you dumb bitch

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rui-drawsbox · 2 months

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rando suggestion, but i'd definitely start charging more per piece/backgrounds/props next time you open your commissions!! the quality of your art is worth way more than you're charging for it currently and it helps prevent commission overload in the future too (>_<)

Shhh don't say it to anyone but by "fixing my guidelines" i also meant fixing my prices🤫

But no yeah, the only reason i currently only offer white/transparent backgrounds is bc i don't really enjoy it enough to do it for other people??? I'll forgive stuff like simple props or one color/gradient backgrounds sometimes since it's not that hard but i don't want to make it a regular thing jsbfjsj

#it's all trial and error here tbh. i accept stuff and see how it goes. at the end I'll take notes if i would do it again or not #by example i accepted doing 1 minicomic like the ones i do for Ruri and olba. but i don't really enjoy it enough to do it for other people #(or at least I'll charge the double--✨im flexible✨)#when i fix my guidelines I'll include rules about the gradients. props. backgrounds. waitlist for each person. 'atmosphere' and suggestions #about what to prepare before everything? stuff like height and refs #and mabye I'll do limited slots. I'm still thinking about it. like 15 perhaps?#mm idk. ill see it next month #rui thinks loudly

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pixieberry992 · 1 year

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I hope she comes back in silverborn ☃️

[IMAGE ID: A sketchy digital drawing of Noelle Devereaux from Nevermoor. She is facing the left, and laughing or saying something meanly. Her hair is light brown and slightly curled, and it is in a high ponytail behind her head. She has blue eyes and fair skin, and there is a small silver earring on her visible ear. Her figure isn’t drawn below her neck. The background is a solid colour: pale desaturated blue, matching her eyes. On top of the drawing, in white, are doodles of devil horns on her head. IMAGE ID END]

#nevermoor #nevermoor fanart #nevermoor the trials of morrigan crow #noelle devereaux #I want to see her again #silverborn #silverborn prediction #oh she is fun to draw #i don’t know why I drew the devil horns but I thought it would look nice #mm not sure maybe #I’m unsure of whether I spelt her name right

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actuallyacerrr · 1 year

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About this Blog

Masterlist : Requests are (Open!) | Closed! : Taglist

Hello, welcome to my blog! My name is Ace, but you can also call me Aceline. This blog will be dedicated but not limited to writing, you may see me reposting other stuff or posting my thoughts, art, etc.

A little about me; I’m 15 (a minor so NO stinky smut reqs,) I’m nonbinary and use they/he pronouns. I like talking to people and making mutuals :0 I love love love designing characters and drawing, it’s my passion and what I want to do for a living. I enjoy reading; romance, slice of life, fantasy, action, adventure, etc. If you everrr have or want book recs send a message there in my inbox X3!!

I will say this blog is a bit of a mess lol. I’m currently working on organizing it and keeping it organized X3. Overall my blog will be inconsistent and random, and the fandoms I write for are ever growing! So welcome to my little side of tumblr and I hope you enjoy your stay. (○ᆺ○=)ﾉ. ﾟ*｡:ﾟ

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Quick notes about my writing; I will write the reader as GN if no gender is stated in the request. I try to make my reader as ambiguous as possible. But i’m happily write any gender, sexuality, race, etc! So pleaseee do not be afraid to be specific. All I ask is that you know I am white. So if I make a mistake CORRECT ME!! I will also write at my own pace, I do not owe anyone a request to be finished at a certain time, no one request will be prioritized over the others. I can and will ignore a request if I need to.

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I do; Headcanons (bullet points,) Blurbs (a few scentences,) Drabbles (100+ words,) Imagines (500-600+ words,) and Oneshots (1k+ words.)

I do romantic, platonic, familial, etc. I do x readers, canon x canon, sometimes my ocs x reader. And if youre a mutual of mine I can do oc x canon for you 👁️👁️.

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beehivian · 1 year

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I’ve had this Mastermind!Kaito AU sitting in my WIPs since at LEAST 2020 and something hit me today and convinced me to get at least a reasonable stand-alone chunk fully drafted and posted. Picks up near the 3/4 mark of V3 Trial 5. Can be treated as canon-divergent for the purposes of jumping into the plot

Words: 4861

#kaito momota #shuichi saihara #ndrv3 #I really do want to do a trial 6 rewrite with this but augh... I have to write the investigation chapter and I dont wanna do that #I should find the og tumblr post that inspired this because they were the only person with good mm kaito takes #my fic #unbeta'd so I apologize for any inconsistencies but like not really

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ifknlovenicodiangelo · 2 years

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SHOCKING NEWS 🚨🚨

i,,, dislike jasico! get the fuck out, jasico!

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hellmouth-manor · 3 months

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virtus junxit mors non separabit

There’s no sign of the Hellmouth that can be found after all that transpired. Perhaps it closed up entirely. Perhaps it moved. Perhaps there are others. Perhaps there aren’t.

At first, it’s hard to feel that you can put everything behind you. It’s difficult to feel like you aren’t being watched, or to accept the possibility that you’re safe. But… you can feel a hidden strength inside your soul.

✨✨✨

For Arisa, the virtue of Unkindness: not nearly as pretentious as Mercy, and not to be mistaken for her cruelty (although, she wields that perfectly fine as well). She will be sure that those she cares for are prepared to face the rigors of the world at large, even if she must impart that lesson herself. And when all is said and done, she knows the gap between platitude and truth.

For Cu, the virtue of Devotion: a grand word for something that in truth comes down to something much smaller and softer than worship. Cu’s devotion is a special appreciation for friendship, and every small thing it means– each and every ritual repeated being an act of preservation for each cherished thing.

For Eli, the virtue of Renewal: to shift one’s perspective and find another angle– to illustrate, over and over and over again, as many times as it takes. Obfuscate into colors and imagery, reinterpret, reimagine, re-abstract, until the underlying meaning can be conveyed to any other manner of individual; a picture is worth a hundred thousand words. Eli’s renewal is a form of connection, where the self portrait is a picture of the viewer themselves.

For Hibiki, the virtue of Vindication: there is a special relief in finding a body of work that validates your bottled feelings, to have your worries and fears resolved through struggle and reinforcement both. This isn’t an act of pride or judgment– but rather, an acknowledgement of feelings and source of inspiration. To be caught when you fall may as well be flying.

For Hisashi, the virtue of Ferocity: it is more honed than viciousness and more precise than brutality, yet it is something purer and baser that sits inside all living creatures– the love of ferocity is an unspoken thing that is both difficult to accept and undeniable, like the broken bird brought to the doorstep by the feral cat that has made itself a part of your life.

For Kamiya, the virtue of Sincerity: to be a pillar of truth in a den of lies is no easy feat, but sincerity shines like the northern star. He is a point of stability around which one can orient themselves when rocked by uncertainty, a bright light to rally around when all feels lost. His outstretched hand doesn’t have to be questioned.

For Micah, the virtue of Deception: or perhaps, it would be more accurate to call it the virtue of Revelation. To know that people are layered, and to know how to reach past those layers to find the truth. To know when to hold your own layers up, and when to take them down. To understand the importance in refusing to follow others blindly, and refusing to believe the unkind untruths people say about themselves.

For Minami, the virtue of Solidity: it is something more tangible than reliability. It is the weight of a hand clapping your back, and the person who will not falter to hold your gaze when you look towards them each and every time. It is a support you can lean on, but not one that you must rely on– she will be sure that you can stand on your own two feet. She is the solid path that you can follow, or walk beside, or stray from as you please.

For Miori, the virtue of Resilience: where even withered grass can thrive again, and clipped feathers can be grown. She is the strength found in the ability to endure, not just for herself in today but for trying again tomorrow. While resilience persists, even a stifled hope has means to break barren ground– and every pain endured is a pain understood when it is glimpsed in others.

For Mirai, the virtue of Reflection: of inner contemplation, she is the quietude in which the most important things come to be heard. She is the harmony that amplifies the melody. The moon that lights, with the sun’s rays, the deepest dark. She is the pause and all that it entails– the unseen space of time in which a flower blooms, the vital space of time when one stands at the edge of a precipice, the liminal time in which all that exists is yourself and the grass underneath and the sky above and, momentarily, peace.

For Miranda, the virtue of Survival: of knowing that survival of the fittest is a misrepresentation of strength– that the saying should really be survival of the kindest, in truth. When one exists by ‘one step at a time’, every second is sharp and grueling against the senses. When one walks alongside others who chatter and laugh, time passes without realizing and one day you find you’ve already climbed several mountains. Living is more than just being alive. Surviving is more than just experiencing loss.

For Nikephoras, the virtue of Authenticity: it is one side of a two-faced coin. To know truth is to know untruth. To have clarity is to recognize obfuscation. Each pearl of a lie begins with a grain of truth, a grain that she is unafraid to grasp or acknowledge themself despite how rough it may be. To know the hearts of others, and choose to treat them with respect and care is his strength.

For Olwin, the virtue of Foolishness: the value of which cannot be understated. It is a virtue more mature than whimsy, more focused than capriciousness; wielded with intention to disarm not just enemies but allies as well. Foolishness and play are the beginnings of friendship– a space created for non-judgement, an atmosphere that is safe for exposing fears and admitting vulnerabilities. He paves the path for change, in himself and in others.

For Poppy, the virtue of Mourning: to hold remembrance and to preserve the things that are important. It is living for the memory of those held dear, and finding the meaning underneath the wounds that they and their loved ones sustained. Continuing to live is a type of retribution. Continuing to love in spite of everything the world has tried to make you, too, is a type of vengeance. When one razes their hurts to the ground, from the ashes again they can rise.

For Raoul, the virtue of Belief: not to be mistaken with naivety– it takes true courage to believe. It is a choice, to leave himself vulnerable, to offer again and again the opportunity for his peers to be better. To invest in those around him and offer unconditional kindness is true love for humanity and all the potential it entails. He is the unerring patience of a door left open to the stray– watching day by day as their true personalities emerge underneath the pain and misery inflicted upon them by the otherwise uncaring world.

For Ruby, the virtue of Imperfection: the uneven lumpy crust of a homemade pie painstakingly made, the rumpled throws on a couch that betray their use, the crooked bough of a tree that makes it the perfect place for a swing– the hundreds of thousands of imperfections that make life unique. She is where flaw becomes potential. She is the scar that holds stories rather than pain.

For Shoji, the virtue of Acceptance: it is not as simple as just taking things as they come. No, he is the intentional acceptance of the things that are worth having. And you are worth having, always, without question. It is the virtue of letting others know that they are enough, after all. The ability to show them that it is okay to accept themselves, too. And when you come, whole and all-encompassed, you discover things about yourself that you might have never realized before.

For Touji, the virtue of Outrage: it is a form of empowerment. Little else is more healing than to be cared for so deeply as to provoke outrage. He is the voice that reverberates in your bones and the pounding of your heart in your ears. When you feel alone, and small, and weak, it is the outrage that truly drives it home that you are strong, and large, and in the best company you could ask for. How much easier is it to fight for yourself, when his booming anger tells all just how much you’re worth it?

For Wakako, the virtue of Rejection: she is the refusal of what is handed to her. To scream and cry and rage is not a sin. It is not broken-ness to demand better of the world. Rejection provides the room necessary for growth– a cup overflowing cannot be filled. Defiance is an act of self-love.

For Yukiko, the virtue of Indulgence: to allow oneself their own right to happiness, and to fight tooth and nail against the forces that would prevent the happiness of those close to her. For all her deceit, she is also the simple enjoyment of a sunbeam; of spun sugar; of soft plush fur. There is nothing complicated about that. There is nothing wrong with indulgence. There is nothing wrong with you. Or if you’re wrong for wanting those things, why should you care anyways if it makes you happy? She gives you the space to see that.

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The virtue inside of you was there all along, waiting to be realized. Its strength means that no strings will touch you ever again.

(Not to mention, you’re reasonably sure that any other Hellmouth that tries to swallow you will probably have an allergic reaction to you, now.)

From demons at least, there’s nothing for you to worry about. Touji put it best–

Humans are going to kick demon’s asses any fucking day.

#mm trial #endgame

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lazarus-hope-project · 2 years

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The Glass Coffin | MM EXECUTION

Your questions, your concerns, your words... It fell upon Atsuko Prime's ears, regardless if she accepted them or not. The room was filled with newfound passion, even if for many, it was spite to the old woman before them. Throughout this, there was one being who stood silent, staring intensely at Atsuko Fujimoto, readying himself for what he must do.

What he will do.

Once you've had many of your questions answered, the room settled. Even if for a moment, Autopilot knew it was time. He had been waiting for this moment for 60 long years, and it had come to fruition. The Sentinel husk shuts down, as the center of the room opens up once again, robotic arms shooting out, flying towards the original Atsuko.

"After so long... After everything you've done... I know these people want you to live and answer for your crimes... But I know you too well. You'd rather die than give up, Atsuko. And, well, as you are technically a murderer that was found guilty and voted for correctly, you'll finally get your way. For once."

The robot's voice was laced with hostility as the arms wrapped around her with no trace of delicacy.

"You deserve to say at least something as your final words... But make them quick."

Atsuko Prime's eyes gaze upon the hopeful stares and grins of the people around the room, and she feels nothing but...emptiness. They'll come to learn their follies soon enough. Soon enough.

"Fine. Live your lives of lies, of delusions. But oblivion is inevitable, and it will come for humanity, even if it's a manufactured massacre once again. I suppose I'll rejoice in knowing I won't have to live to see it."

Atsu says nothing, staying put right by Clement. Sophistry, as Renee called it, isn't deserving of a reply.

The arms drag one last murderer down into the heart of the ship. One last execution.

When she feels a sharp jab to the back of her neck, she has the fleeting thought of “Well, that was fast.” until…it isn’t. As far as she can tell, she is still breathing. She still feels and can hear the soft sound of her own breathing. What a letdown. Seems she is going to be forced to experience the same thing she’s seen…what, over 200 times now? Far too many times, that’s for sure.

Her eyes open, and she is immediately confused.

The room Atsuko finds herself in is…not the one she was expecting. In fact, it’s not one that she’s familiar with at all. Typically, when she’s found guilty of a crime, she’s dropped into the town square of something resembling a town straight out of a fantasy novel, and the sword she typically finds having appeared magically in her hand is absent. There is no screaming mob that cries out for the corrupt queen’s head, there is no crackling fire beneath a stake, there is no looming guillotine. There’s only silence and blackness. However, as she can still see her hand in front of her, the blackness is not because of a lack of light.

Finally, movement. A scene flickers to life around her. It’s the farm. She can hear the bleating of the goats behind her, but, when she takes a step, she doesn’t feel dirt under her shoe. It’s just simulated, then. Realistic, yes, but simulated.

The executions were always staged to be ironic or darkly fitting. What the hell does the farm of the ship have to do with her? She’s never even been there before. When she did take a romp around the ship, it was never to the second floor. Mostly because she would never want to leave since Llamrei was so enticingly cute. Who would want to? In any case, this place is foreign to her. It means nothing.

That is, until her memory is jogged in the most abrupt way possible. She feels steel dig into her back, and she turns to see…someone. The figure is blurred and hazy, but the sight of the axe in her back is crystal clear. Until it isn’t. Until it’s gone. Until everything is gone. The room is blank again.

Her hand reaches up to touch the area that had just been hit, but it comes away clean. There’s no blood--her clothes aren’t even disturbed. The sharp pain in her neck that preceded it all returns to the forefront of her mind, and her hand reaches there instead. Yes, there’s something there that wasn’t before. One of those chips. Seems like just as she had upgraded her clone to an Admin to shut her up, she’s officially completed her transition to a subject. Just as the chips had been used to deliver a shock or a drug before, those weren’t the only things they were capable of; Michiya had really outdone himself, hadn’t he? Fucking overachiever.

Another scene flickers to live around her. It’s the dining hall. A dish sits on the simulated table in front of her, and then she begins to choke. Poison this time, then. Fucking Casimir. Or Koroseiko. One of those two fucking nightmares. As soon as it begins, the sensation leaves, but it also leaves her gasping for air, a hand curled around her throat.

She doesn’t have time to stabilize herself until a new scene emerges. The balcony. A sharp, stinging, ringing pain to her head, like the worst migraine she’s ever had, and then nothing. A familiar sight: the little fantasy town with its jeering residents. Her entire body feels warm until that warmth turns to a boiling roar. Nothing.

The music room, a violin bow around her neck.

The arcade, a knife to her stomach.

The dining hall once more, repeated blows over and over and over again.

It’s the tenth scene before she fully comprehends what’s happening, and she realizes just how long she’s going to be here. A soft chuckle escapes her in between the blows. A lifetime of agonies ended through the lifetimes of agony her past selves have experienced, hm? Fitting. Rather fitting. If she had a moment to tip her hat to Auto or whatever program developed this, she would. However, at the moment, she was a little busy with the sensation of cool metal against her throat.

Hours. It’s had to be hours, right? Or is that just thanks to the pain making seconds feel like an eternity? Is this what each of her victims felt? Christ, it sucked. Made her feel good about what she’d chosen to do to each and every one of them, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t realize how awful it was. Good for her. She deserves a pat on the back, but someone is kind enough to give her a push to the back which sends her toppling over into the pond, and she feels the water fill her lungs just long enough to realize drowning is rather cruel. Maybe she should have tried it out a few more times.

One last burst of flames around her, and she’s certain it’s over. It has to be. But, if it is, then why isn’t she dead? Why is she still standing? Don’t tell her she’s been dead all along, and this is just some sort of fucked up purgatory?

…But it’s not, is it?

Though panting from the onslaught she’s just been through, Atsuko is aware enough to see the scene change once more, but something is…different. Changed. Like there’s a charge to the air that wasn’t there before. Her guard raises, and she glances around the room that now reflects the appearance of the Administration Floor.

She laughs, shaking her head, “As if, you bitch.” She’s beaten her clone once before; she can beat her again. Surely that’s what’s about to happen. Her clone will walk through some door, break every promise she made about turning over a new leaf and abandoning violence, and try to stab her just like Atsuko stabbed the clone. Her hand reaches for her waistband--she’d never really gotten over the habit of keeping sharp objects tucked there--, but it’s stopped before she can close her fingers around the knife’s handle.

The grip is cold, metallic, and not at all what she was expecting. When she turns to look, the cold gaze of a robotic her stares back. Atsuko tries to wrench her wrist free, but the robot doesn’t give. She tries to use her other hand to grab the knife in hopes of using it as leverage to pry the robot away, but that plan, too, is foiled by an identical grip on her other wrist. A thought occurs to her. What was it that one of those people had said during the trial? The one who could take her down was herself?

Ah, here was that sweet, sweet irony. The other sensations were just the appetizer for this main course, were they? Like hell she would swallow her pride and die without fighting.

Her resolve doesn’t melt away even when she hears something come up from behind her, and she knows she has just mere moments left to find a way to break free. It’s like the countdown before New Year’s only time will stop for her forever at the end. The ball won’t drop; the blade will. She won’t die. She won’t die until her dreams come true, until that happily ever after is made a reality for every person back on Earth--

But The Little Mermaid didn’t get to choose when the sun set. Cinderella didn’t get to ask the clock to stop ticking. No pixie dust can halt time.

As the robot thrusts the blade down, the screen that you’re all viewing from glitches. The Atsubot loses its Harajuku appearance and instead appears to be a replica of the woman, presumably, still standing with you all. Not that her prime self has time to ponder this at all. The knife enters her back, and she’s barely given enough time to think about how this pain is worse than the ones that came earlier before her consciousness slips from her.

Homicide is graceless, despite what some killers claim, and that’s evidenced by the dull thud and rustle of clothing that Atsuko Fujimoto’s corpse makes. After that, it’s deathly silent, and the screen fades to black.

#ch 6 #trial 6 #mm trial #atsuko #execution

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hollypies · 2 years

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Sorry for the late ask in response! (tumblr's doing this weird thing where ask replies will show up in our notifs but NOT give us a notification icon???? and we didn't notice until: got a different notif. rude website >:< )

We'd love to be friends!!!!! and we don't have to play together if it makes you nervous :O we will just send you hearts daily if you want! (since the main capes and other cosmetics we want now are the seasonal ones and the only ts we're really excited for is Light Whisperer (that hair...... /pos... and the CAPE!!!!) we're just candle grinding and sending hearts to friends who are trying to get things!!)

!! Oooo!! We'll have to go check that out!!!!! Gotta take a trip to sanctuary for daily quests anyways :O :D!!!!!!! We like talking sky with you too!!

It has evil fire??? That sounds SO cool looking!!!!!

Ha yeah tumblr is weird like that?? Sometimes I don't even get a notification for someone sending an ask >:0

Also yees!!! I'll try to send you all a QR soon? I dont know when but ! Soon! Im a bit busy hagsjhwb!! And yesss I'd love to send daily hearts!!! Lots of love for my friends n also because I have a lot of candles... so many. But everything I want is heart based Havahsj!! And I wouldn't mind playing with you all sometimes!!! We could visit the crab hehe !!

Oooo btw ! This is another tip but idk if ! You all already know but the green light (Forgotten Ark) will fall onto one of the littke islands in the Birds Nest area! I. Didnt know this until today an spent the entire time chasing the mantas when you just need to. Wait lol! It was kinda funny ajdbbs

And yesss it has evil fire!!!!! Some of my friends have it upgraded fully so if I can grab one of them I could show you all!!!!! Its so awesome!!!

When I see yall in my ask box im mentally doing this with you qll!!

#holly answers #blu'sorbs!#hiii!!!!! mwah!!#mm hehehe crab dance emote #love that one! its one of my favorites #ALSO YES LIGHT WHISPERER... SO AWESOME!!#ive been waiting for soo long i hope they come here soon!!!#i know the next daily spirit is gonna be here in two days ! its not gonna be Light Whisperer but #hopefully theyll be here soon.. little bird..#and tell me if yall saw the gaint turtle!!!!! its so big and u can sit on it !!!#also have you all been to the trails yet? i cant remember if i asked #in the cave of prophecys!! Isle of Dawn up on too of the cliffs on the other side of spawn area #hmm trial of fire is NOT fun alone!! i know some glitches that work with friends though !!#get a friend to hold a white candle and hold their hand! gives lots of light an also makes you practically invincible!!#its super fun like that! just be careful. if personally bring two friends? especially for fire and wind because that one.#i dont like wind its frustrating for me but!!! at the end of each trial theres lots of candles!!

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dishtothedeath · 8 months

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Class Action Settlement

There was a lot presented to them that they needed to address and to say. The room was vibrating with energy but as a message comes through from her tablet, she knows there’s not that much time left and they deserved the truth or as much as they could give.

So though she asked, Araceli knows better than to expect Tsuki to immediately comply so she can take the lead. Let’s start with an easy one.

“The staging of this finale is Severin’s handiwork… I’m not entirely sure how everything works but I do know that there were no plans to execute us. I… can’t tell you why it might be that he just ran out of time.”

She shouldn’t regret that that was the case. If anything she should be thrilled to live but it’s weighing on her. They wanted their justice, whatever form it took, but would have to wait.

“In any case, while what you’ve experienced here is real… the world at large does not think that is true. It was framed as a show and HDQ Entertainment bought out the broadcasters, networks, and internet providers along the way… There are people who have tried to voice concern but they are far and few between. Though I suspect that the proper authorities have already been alerted so… It’ll be easier for you to share your experiences if you so wish to.”

She had considered if her manager or dad were part of those people who cared enough to speak. It feels just as sick saying it as she remembers hearing it for the first time. Worse, actually. Back when she had convinced Basile to follow her lead even at the detriment of Tsuki.

Araceli stops her talking and keeps her eyes on him, nodding to signal that he should start.

“Everything is a broad ask you know… besides I already said it early on… there was no good reason. The person in the pod, my brother, was just a bonus once I realized I could potentially use him for all of this too.

The short of it is I was at a company party and happened to have a chance to speak with the boss about my future career… one bad faith joke after another lead to me saying that with how desensitized people are to the media these days we could likely get away with actually killing people on a show. I get along with some of his tech support staff who were sharing details of a new VR project going on since the environments fucked, so I added that we could use the people we kill to further the project. Honestly I thought it was corporate banter at first, but he liked the idea… This is where I’d love to say I’m a better person and I called him a freak, but once I saw he was genuinely invested… I mean honestly I was curious about it all.

So why? It was a sick joke between two corporate bigwigs that became real because neither saw an issue with it. We toyed with you like all reality celebrities are toyed with. And to be honest for most of you… you’re getting bodies back and will have full control, so there’s really only emotional damage.”

It was quick, clinical, and painless, at least on the Producer’s end. A clear lack of guilt in his words, in his tone, in his expression, save for a small glance towards Araceli before he closes his eyes and continues.

“I put Haruki into a coma when I tried to get him out of the picture… oh over a decade ago? Since then my mother made me replace his existence, as she could live without her second son existing, but her dear precious first born needed to live. Add some resentment, some wanting him dead, and now I have a chance to put him, or a version of him back so she’ll finally leave me alone. Like I said… he was just a bonus. If anything, the fact that research can at least potentially help other coma victims… is an even further bonus?

Despite the lack of chip in his brain initially, the combination of it, and some time has lead to his AI self being a one to one with how he was, and I never added any blanks in for him… it was just the system itself. The new issue is figuring out how to get my idiotic brother’s consciousness back to his physical body, but clearly I don’t have time for that anymore, so I’ll probably just shove him in a robot too, he’d probably prefer starting at 18 again instead of his atrophied body.”

As long as his brother was back so his mom could leave him alone, it was clear at this point that was all he cared about. Shallow, just like everything he claims.

“So, most people think this show was actually a performance by all of us, once you’re all in new bodies it will be like this never happened, and you can have as many chances at further life as you want until you’re done. Even us who never died, that chip can still be used down the road if wanted. Optional of course.”

Tapping the side of his head, the Producer continues.

“Orrrr you can stay in the servers. Love the whole virus idea, but you’d be just that. A global virus and I really don’t care to have several governments after me just because you want to hack Tesla’s. Soooo… those are the choices. Oh and to keep things from being all how do we know you didn’t add mass self destruction, I’ll work on Sunny first with him overseeing me. Then once Sunny’s back we’ll work on everyone else…

Until I get bored, then it’ll just be Sunny. He’s a fast learner he’ll probably figure things out, and if he really needs advice he can contact me. If anyone who is currently alive and wants a backup body since you also want a second life, you’ll have to let me know now. Otherwiseeee I can’t really do much, oopsie.

Feel free to pitch other ideas that don’t involve me dying though. Maybe I’ll consider them. Any cool special features you want your bodies to have like built-in roller blades.”

Thumbs up.

Araceli… doesn’t know how to possibly follow all of that up. There were bits and pieces she didn’t know and information being put into a different light. Whatever picture she had of Tsuki warped into a different form. She didn’t have enough fight left in her to scream or even get angry. It just hurt.

“Right. You may not need it depending on what HDQ is going to have to spare, but Sweethearts can and will provide you with money, legal services, or.. connections but I doubt many of you would want to be involved in the entertainment industry.” She hadn’t gotten approval from this but Araceli knew the names and faces of all those who attended the meetings. This was only part of what she was owed. “Public Relations will also be handled on our side. Even if you want to disappear from the public eye, that can be arranged.”

She looks down at her tablet, carefully sending a message and looking to make sure that none of the dead glitched out more than they already have been. She receives a message in turn. There’s relief on her face.

“The rescue will be here soon, with medical staff for those who need it… Wherever you want to go, they’ll take you. You should pack your belongings, if you still want them. They’ll take you when you’re ready to leave.”

The Producer takes a moment as his tablet beeps at him and nods to confirm Araceli’s words.

“Meanwhile I have work to do. Please give your last requests of what you want so I know where to focus my efforts. If you don’t make one, I’ll choose for you. Perhaps I’ll see you all again, though, probably not since none of you really want that, if you really want to… I don’t know. Add that onto the requests because I’m assuming no otherwise?? You guys really are all so mean, making Sunny have to do extra work.”

#mm #trial

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gundhams-pandemonium · 8 months

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(Mentions of S/A and incest abuse. V3 spoilers)

Wild- my friend and I were playing V3- she doesn’t know and I know things- and we’re doing Kiyo’s fte.

My friend: So is this sister like a bad person? Or a good person?

Me (holding back my tangent): She’s someone Kiyo looks up to :)

My friend: So a bad person

(Pause)

My friend: Did she like rape him or something

Me: 👁👄👁 Why Would You Say That

#WHY IS SHE SO RIGHT #SHES ALSO GUESSED DEATHS AND BLACKENED FOR EACH TRIAL AHEAD OF US #THIS IS INSANE AMOUNT OF CONCIDENTAL GUESS WORK #SHE KNOWS WHO THE MM IS- NO SHE DIDNT SEE THE SPOILER SHE JUST FEELS IT #INSANE TBH

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prometheusinitiative · 9 months

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Michiya || MM || For the Future

Michiya never wanted to let go of Kezia. In their earthy cocoon, they were safe. But they both knew this battle was far from over. They part, and Michiya can't help but admire the love of his life as she fractures cognition itself in her rampage against Apocalypse. She was strong in so many ways, and that strength offered a platform for others to find their footing. Seeing such ferocity reminds Michiya of his own...

Should he really be spending these moments free falling into the void reminiscing? Who said he couldn't?! Hinrik's escape rang through his bright pink veins, reminding him of everything he has been. A scared child, biting back at the world that chewed him up. A bitter teenager, unsure of his place in the big world. A mad scientist with all the freedom in the big, scary, wide wide world, but at the cost of any meaningful connection. Kezia truly was the beginning to all of that, wasn't she?

But it wasn't just her. There was Hinrik, who was soft and loving and kind, despite the pain they've inherited by bitter blood. There was Ridley, whose gentle heart threatened to tear her in twain when she finally lost what she loved most. Royce who offered a guiding hand; he was a man that Michiya wanted to hold on tightly to, just to let him go.

Emmeline showed Michiya what strength and family meant, that no matter what happened, she had loved ones she would never stop fighting for. Jules sought the truth, and always had their feet on the ground. Tracy has messed up, sure, but Michiya couldn't help but see himself in the other. Would Michiya had been in Tracy's shoes if given the chance? Would he have been in Wren's, who fought so hard to keep connections severed for the future, only to fall under the weight of his own past?

Michiya never understood that when he gave into the world's demands, he was allowing himself to be prey, devoured and disposed of... but Morph showed him there was no shame in that. You persevere, and you overcome. Pet was a dominating power, but underneath it all Michiya could see a fracture of himself: someone so tired of being alone... Someone who searched for meaning, and freedom. Oz scared him, and he felt he never could quite close the gap between the two of them, but he knew everyone cared for him, and that was enough.

They all were more than enough. Michiya had to be strong enough to fight back because they all gave him the strength to. He feels at peace, almost, falling free into the void. Energy begins to peel away at him as his body splits in two, but the person who's at the other end of Michiya's arm is not quite himself. Completely human in image, a man who looks nearly identical stares back at him. Michiya can't speak, lips moving but no words coming out. Kisuke looks down towards Apocalypse, then back at Michiya, who began to spark with overwhelming emotion.

"... This could be a figment of your imagination."

The voice similar to Michiya's says in his recognizable monotone.

"Your mind may be fracturing to the point of no return."

Tears welled up in Michiya's eyes as he gripped tightly onto his other half.

"... Maybe Death gave you the opportunity to say goodbye. Whatever happened, don't squander this moment."

Kisuke(?)'s voice raised as the field around the two of them began to spark, whipping around them as they fell closer towards Kezia's position. Kisuke gives his brother a soft smile. One of understanding.

"I never took you for someone to get obsessed with the past! You've always looked towards the future because you knew the future has everything you've ever dreamed of! So stop worrying about your mistakes and learn from them! Protect the future you have right before you!"

Michiya pulls the other into his arms as his body quickly tears away into the large robotic fox cryptic form. Kisuke's voice continues as he begins to glow the same purple as Michiya.

"Just because I'm not by your side, doesn't mean I'm gone! Royce isn't gone! Wren isn't gone! Eden won't be gone, and neither will Ivette! You'll always carry them with you, no matter what happens! So live your life the way they would have wanted you to!"

The ghostly twin explodes into a wave of energy, splitting and crackling into a lupine shape. Michiya grins a wide toothy grin, using Kezia's fractures as a launchpad to throw himself in an arc over their enemy. Once Michiya and the fox that dances around him have a better angle, he shoots robotic arms to grab onto the dangerous cryptic in any way he can. He finds a grip on the grotesque wings of Apocalypse, he splits himself again, two large rabid foxes now slingshotting themselves towards the indomitable force. If enough of the others are focused on Ivette, Michiya will go on the offensive.

Like missiles, Michiya and his split hurl themselves, razor sharp claws extended, energy surging like an atom bomb about to drop. Whether that man was Kisuke, or just Michiya's mind seeking escape after all this time, he takes his words to heart. Once contact is made, Michiya explodes in a wide burst, electricity crackling, heat coming off in waves as from the smoke leaves the humanoid form of the scientist, exhaling, exhausted.

He'll fight for a future with Kezia. To visit Ridley, and Jules. To make amends with all those he's hurt. To have movie nights, and barbeques, and see a happier world he never thought possible for him. For words no one else gets to hear, he finally says it.

"Goodbye, and thank you for everything."

#submission #trial #mm #michiya

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