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detectivesplotslies · 4 months

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On Your Marks

Description: It's Kaito's first Sports Day at Hope's Peak Academy and he's ready to make it count! Is everyone else? Written for Luminary of the Stars: A Kaito Momota Zine Word Count: 2082 Read on AO3 The sun was high in the sky, the conditions were perfect, not a cloud out there. No one, not even Mother Nature, was going to rain on his parade today! With a bounce in his step, Kaito crossed the grounds. His eyes skimmed over the track where the staff and volunteers were already starting to set up the coming events. Sure, there was still attendance and homeroom, but after that, he was going to have his first big victory here at Hope’s Peak Academy! He pushed open the entrance doors into the busy halls of before-class bustle.

As Kaito made his way in, a hand slapped his shoulder. “Good to see you came prepared with better footwear!” a voice boomed. The towering figure behind him was an upperclassman, one who seemed just as hyped as Kaito was for the event: the Ultimate Team Manager.

“Sure did.” Kaito grinned, hefting the sneakers he had slung over his shoulder by the laces. They had a personal touch too: gold laces and tiny embroidered shooting stars. Perfect for him! “I’m serious today, you’d better watch out!”

“Excellent! We could use a challenge from the first years!” Nekomaru laughed, hands falling back to his hips. He was wearing his own odd footwear, geta sandals, but the bag on his shoulder made it clear he was ready to change.

“A challenge? You gonna take us on? Bring it!” Akane chimed in from behind him, a wicked grin on her face as she packed a fist. What kind of challenge was she expecting?!

“Yeah, I’ll see you at the tug of war!” Kaito prompted, trying to steer things back to the event and away from… Whatever idea Akane had. He glanced across the hallway and pointed at the redhead leaning over a girl’s locker. “Your class too, Leon! You bring your all!”

“What?” The baseball star looked up with irritation, then shook his head. “Oh right, Sports Day? Tch, like we musicians care about something so dumb. Right Sayaka?”

Popping her head out of the locker, Sayaka giggled and smiled behind her hand. It always looked like that girl had a secret. “Oh, I don’t know, I think it’ll be fun! Got to stay in top form to perform.” The look of betrayal on Leon’s face was priceless. The idol turned her dazzling smile to Kaito. “Good luck today!”

“Thanks!” Taking this chance to escape before Akane set her sights back on him, he waved and left. He heard her challenging Leon as he made his way out of sight, Sayaka’s melodious laugh ringing out again.

The astronaut trainee rounded the corner into the hallway with his own year, his anticipation mounting. Their first time competing together as a team! Most of the studying done at Hope’s Peak had everyone split off for talents, but this? This would be a group effort.

Kaito opened the door to the hubbub of chatter, everyone spread out and ready to go! The energy in the air was excellent! He could feel the excitement, they really were going to show those upperclassmen that they wouldn’t be taken lightly! He pumped a fist in the air. “Alright!”

He was nudged out of the doorframe, his shorter classmate, Ryoma, muttering an ‘excuse me’ to pass. Looking back into the room, the bubble burst, his imagination having painted the room with far brighter impressions than actually resided within. There was chatter; Kaede in particular was talking with Miu and Angie, while Gonta was in discussion with Kirumi who was marking down attendance in the absence of their teacher. However, the only two who looked ready were Tenko, who was jogging on the spot, hair looped up into a bun as her eyes roved the room, and Rantaro, who had arrived in his gym clothes. Most others were seated at their desks like it was an ordinary day.

Kaito’s grin squished inwards at the underwhelming feeling, but he soldiered on, crossing the room to his sidekicks. They were both at Maki’s desk, the detective waving from his spot standing beside it while Maki glared from her seat. Kaito’s smile returned at the acknowledgement. He thumbed back at the rest of the class over his shoulder as he arrived, “Can you two believe this?”

Shuichi checked behind him, as if he was expecting something amiss, but looked back at a loss. “Believe what, Kaito?”

Maki didn’t even spare the room a thought, still waiting on the astronaut to spit out the rest. He was a little shocked neither of them seemed to notice.

“Believe the lack of spirit! Doesn’t look like everybody’s ready to win yet!” Kaito explained, patting Shuichi on the shoulder as he caught him up.

“We’re not going to win,” Maki retorted, sighing as she shook her head.

“What? Maki Roll, that’s quitter talk! Don’t you believe in us? I’m sure we can pull it off!” Kaito shot back as he raised a fist in the air, his shoes swinging from his shoulder loose as he did. The caregiver sat back to avoid them, crossing her arms, apparently unmoved by his declaration.

“Ah, it’s not that we don’t believe, Kaito, but, well… Our chances aren’t all that high,” Shuichi sheepishly chimed in. “Our class only has two athletes, and one of them is Ryoma. You know as well as we do his feelings on his talent. I doubt he’s going to be all that competitive today.”

“Now hold on! Just cuz someone’s talent ain’t athletic doesn’t mean they aren’t a competitor,” he countered. “Just look at Gonta, he could turn the tide in something like the tug of war, so long as we’ve got his back! Or front, since he’ll probably be the anchor, but y’know what I mean. And how about Rantaro and I!”

At the mention of his name, Rantaro glanced up from the stretches he’d started. He was without context but waved at them on cue before returning to extend his arm across his chest and push it back.

Kaito beamed and mirrored the same stretch before looking back to his sidekicks. “Both of us are in perfect shape for our own talents, even if they aren’t sports. Can’t be caught on any mission or excursion without some endurance.”

“So you think we’ll win with three more competitors? That’s not even half the class.” Maki frowned. Kaito could be imagining it, but she didn't seem to have the same finality this time. Progress! He patted her head happily. She ducked a few seconds later, like a delayed reaction.

“Well, not just them, there’s you two as well! Since we started training a couple months ago you’re both our secret weapons! Don’t tell me you weren’t counting yourself, Maki Roll? You’re fastest at pushups,” Kaito insisted. He really hadn’t expected that from her in the beginning, but given how tough her childhood in that orphanage had been, it wasn’t a complete surprise. Shuichi’s improvements were far more impressive, but he’d understand them assuming he wasn’t a ringer for the class.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence, Kaito,” Shuichi chuckled, cracking a smile. “I’m not really the best at these sorts of things.”

“Do you really think we can win? The whole class has to participate.” Maki remained unconvinced but diplomatic. “I’m not saying I’m not going to try, but we’re not exactly a team.”

“Those are just the easiest people to point out,” Kaito sighed. “A team isn’t all about peak physical condition, it’s gotta have lots of parts. Everyone’s got a job, even if that isn’t lifting something or running fast. I bet there’s loads of secret strengths we can use! C’mon!” He grabbed Maki’s hand and swiftly yanked her up out of her seat.

Her eyes went wide as she found her balance, sputtering. Kaito didn’t need to worry about that of course, he knew she was on the ball. Kaito pulled her up to the front of the class with him, looking for someone to add to their arsenal of secret weapons. Of those sitting at their desks he locked onto someone who looked to need some spirit, a hand propping up their cheek.

“Here’s something no one else has!” Kaito announced, near scaring him out of his chair. He turned to look at the two of them nervously. “No other class has an Ultimate Robot! He��s bound to give us an edge!”

“Are you referring to today’s events?” Kiibo asked dubiously. “I’m unsure what help, if any, I’ll be. As a physical activity for health, they don’t account for someone like me. But I told Miu I want the true student experience, so I turned down her suggested improvements…”

No upgrades, huh? Kiibo’s strength was pretty average, most of his functions were smaller utilities. But that wasn’t enough to give up!

“That’s not the edge I’m talking about,” Kaito said, waving a hand. “I mean, sure those would help, but I bet a cool robot like you has more to prove than anyone else! Think of all the future robot highschoolers you can inspire if you win today! Something like that’s gotta be motivating, right?”

“That sounds ridiculous,” Maki said from behind him, freeing her hand and crossing her arms. “Just like the kids back at the orphanage talking about their Saturday morning shows.”

“It’s not ridiculous if it gets you going, though!” Kaito said, turning to lean back over the robot’s desk. “Don’t you want to be the hero of the class? The first robot to win at Sports Day?”

Kiibo seemed unsure.

“You should! Hold on, Maki Roll, you start training with him, I’ve got just the thing,” Kaito pushed off the desk and pivoted away.

“You are aware,” came a chilling voice as he passed another desk, “that we are to adhere to class rules until we’re excused, yes?” Kaito spared a glance over at Korekiyo, who sat tall in his seat, bandaged fingers clasped on the desk. His soft laugh as always was muffled by the mask. “Someone’s eager.”

“‘Course I am, you should try it,” he said, crouching in the closet. Kaito was positive this was where Tsumugi had stored her last project. Peering over his shoulder to be certain Korekiyo hadn’t followed him for a cheap scare, Kaito’s hand touched hair. He flinched back, eyes going to the closet again, where a face greeted him in the darkness. He caught himself when he recognized it as a familiar sleepy one.

“I’m just meditating, to gather mana…” Himiko mumbled from her spot tucked tight in the back. Tenko’s endlessly searching eyes made more sense now. In her own way, the mage probably needed this more than a warm-up; she might tire out if it was one guided by the other girl.

“Sure, do what you gotta,” Kaito agreed, reaching behind her to grab his quarry. He yanked free the black and white pom poms from his classmate’s cheerleader cosplay, bouncing them once experimentally before straightening up.

Maki was there facing him as he stepped out. Behind her it looked like Kiibo had taken up the stretching routine with Rantaro, to the latter’s amusement. Shuichi was speaking animatedly with Korekiyo. The energy in the room was changing, bit by bit. Even Ryoma was back, talking with Gonta, demonstrating some step-technique. Maki raised a brow at his find.

“They’re for encouragement!” Kaito said, waving the pom poms in the air.

“I think you’re already doing that without a prop. If we do stand a chance at winning, it’s going to be because you lead us there. I don’t think Kiibo’s a hero, or that Gonta will turn any tides. Shuichi and I might not be secret weapons, either, but I think you made a fair point about not quitting, there’s still a chance.” A faint smile appeared on her face.

Kaito’s eyes lit up. He jumped up to throw his arms around Maki, who startled. “That’s all I’m asking! We can’t go down without a fight!” He squeezed tight, the pom poms ruffling behind her a moment before—

“Yoink!”

The pair looked behind them as Kokichi liberated the fluffy props, and waved them about, laughing. “Can’t have a team without your supreme leader, right?”

“You give those back to Kaito,” Maki demanded, indignantly freeing herself from the embrace. Kokichi took off and she ran after him.

“Hey, wait! Save it for the relay you two!” Kaito laughed. They were all fired up now, there was no stopping this! They’d leave their marks on this school.

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edwhiteandblue · 9 months

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July 17, 1962: First Lady Astronaut Trainees Jerrie Cobb (left) and Jane Hart (right) testify before a special Subcommittee of the House Committee on Science and Astronautics for the inclusion of women in the manned space program.

The First Lady Astronaut Trainees (FLATs), also known as the Mercury 13, was a privately-funded project that evaluated the fitness of women pilots for astronaut candidacy in the early 1960s. Despite public support, the group was not accepted by NASA but would influence the agency’s inclusion of women astronauts beginning in 1978.

Learn more about the FLATs here!

#mercury #women in space

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tobiasdrake · 9 months

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One of the really fun things about DR 3 characters is that pretty much everything about them needs to be taken at face value, despite them being intensely ridiculous and hard to take seriously by design.

Like. Shuichi expresses intense skepticism about Kaito's account of being kidnapped by pirates. Seems fake.

Guess what? It's ALL fake! We're LARPing our fanfiction OCs right now! NONE of this is real! Which conversely means everything is real. Kaito's made-up account of his summer pirate vacation is no more or less made-up than Kaito becoming an astronaut trainee at 16 years old.

Like it or not, Shuichi, that's the lore he wrote. It's canon now.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #kaito momota

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 month

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Rough sketch of how each of them look. If you have any questions, feel free to ask :).

My OCs' Introductions:

Lily (my old character.ai persona)

Nicknames: Illy, Silly Lily, Lil' Illy-billy

5'5"

Pale complexion

Long black hair past her waist

Brown eyes

Job: High School Science and English Tutor

Dream Job: College English Professor

Degree: Working towards a Secondary Education degree and then her Master's in Curriculum and Instruction in English

100% Lee (she tickles her roommate Lila from time to time, but she's mostly the Lee in their friendship)

Worst spots: Belly button, armpits, and feet

Favorite spot: The belly (to tickle and to get tickled at)

Lily is a Lee who isn't shy to admit she likes to be tickled. She will walk up to anyone she knows and asks them to tickle her without a moment's hesitation. If she's not dressing up for work or classes, she's probably in a crop top.

Lila (slightly inspired by The Bully Roommate on character.ai)

Nicknames: Lil, Miss Monster, Giggle Lil

Olive complexion

Short blond hair cut close to the ears

Brown eyes

Job: Intern at the local police station

Dream Job: Police officer

Degree: Working towards a Criminal Justice Degree

100% Ler (gets tickled by Lily occasionally, but does most of the tickling)

Worst Spots: Armpits and Hips

Favorite spots: Belly (to tickle) Sides (get tickled at)

Lila is a Ler whose a bit on the quieter side. She loves tickling Lily, but is always a little hesitant to ask. However, if Lily asks, she will always be willing to tickle her.

Mullach Sílante (Mullach: Summit or high place, Sílante: Health; usually used as a toast)

Nicknames: Mull, Mull the Bull, Silly Sílante

5'11"

Pale Complexion (pink undertones) with brown freckles across her nose and upper cheeks

Curly Red/Orange hair to her lower back

Green eyes

Gold wire circle glasses

AuDHD

Job: Astronaut trainee

Dream Job: Astronaut

Degree: Working towards a degree and Masters in Aerospace Engineering

Switch (50/50)

Worst spots: Knees and Feet

Favorite spot: Sides (to get tickled at and to tickle)

Mullach is a bashful Lee. She blushes all of the time, hides her face when she laughs, and tries to muffle her laughter with her arms. Even if she wants tickles, she can't seem to ask for them. Sometimes she'll sass off to her bestie Kirk to get the tickles she wants.

Kirk (Star Trek inspired)

Nicknames: Captain, Kickin' Kirk

5'7"

Tan Complexion

Straight brown hair cut close to the ears

Brown eyes

ADHD

Job: Astronaut Trainee

Dream Job: Astronaut

Degree: Working towards a bachelors and Masters in Biological Science

Ler-leaning switch (80/20)

Worst spots: Ribs and Hips

Favorite spots: Ribs (to tickle) sides (to get tickled at)

Kirk will accept tickles, but he loves giving them even more. He's a master at teases and breaks out the smirk whenever he tickles Mullach.

#my ocs #random idea

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idlingworship · 9 months

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hiya everyone! happy opening- very excited to meet everyone + your muses. i'm jia (s/h, 21+) , and i'll be writing for huh jihye! as always, more under the read more, and if you still don't feel like running for the hills screaming after reading about her, please hit the lil heart & i'll come into your ims for plotting. discord is also available upon request!

background

healthy, wealthy, rich and she is that bitch....

born & raised in california, she's the huh family's youngest (read: oopsie baby) and left to her own devices most of the time as a result, with her parents and siblings all doing their own successful people tingz...

her older sister introduces her to kpop when she's 5, and she's HOOKED. she's at the age where she wants to be an astronaut one week and a teacher the next, so when she tells her entire family she's going to be an idol, they just indulgently nod and smile- and you know what... the next month she's talking about wanting to be an actress, so.

at 14, she gets a casting dm from everlast ent., and she absolutely loooooved mirrorworld's 4 walls, so off to seoul she went! got through all their auditions, but there's a v. good chance her family background influenced it... monkey covering emoji

nepotism only gets u so far tho... and after a year of training she's sick of it. ends up being much more interested in studio time than sitting through japanese lessons, and she leaves when given the option to. joins a survival show a couple months after, because she thinks that may be a little bit more up her alley.

spoiler, it's not! pulling all-nighters just to practice songs she hates and having to handhold bitches who can't even sing on-key... she's absolutely sick of it and it kinda shows! pann-girls have a field day with her supposed attitude. see: chopped up gifs of her glaring at other contestants and having less than absolutely glowing reactions. she's a fake bitch who's trying too hard to be pretty, etc... really, the only good thing that comes out of it is a conversation w/ a producer who tells her she might like it over at culture.

during her audition with them, she tells them straight up she wants to be a singer-songwriter & be allowed to learn more about composing/producing. they're more than happy to, but her first day on the job they put her in a 3-hour dance class. #scammed

buuuuut they also do give her lots of studio time and she's mentored by many wonderful producers, and given opportunities to produce for others even as a trainee so she's a very content girlie.

by the time f/f's started as a predebut project, she's a shoo-in. she's trained for a long-ass time, and the girl's got PIPES on top of what she's got going on for her as a producer! what she doesn't expect, though, is being made the group's leader-- she's one of the younger members, and the role comes as a surprise. she takes it in relative stride, though, and does her best to step up to the role.

personality:

she's currently known best as f/f's leader, main vocal & producer; some think she's only the main vocalist because she has a hand in creating the songs... and honestly? they're not completely wrong! she just thinks she's the best vocalist so she should be getting those parts... lol...

both laidback but also a hard-ass as a leader; runs a super tight ship during practicing/recording. has a super sharp eye and monitors all their rehearsals/performances super closely, and doesn't mince her words when it comes to giving feedback. very much sakura in this clip... believes that they all have to be giving their very best on stage. couldn't care less about what they do outside of it, though. dating? doing drugs? whatever, just don't get caught! is always on the girls' side, though, and is clear when communicating between them and the company.

doesn't do a whole lot outside of the group-- partially to maintain her privacy, partially because she cbf. does a live maybe once every 2 months and fucks off. whatever she does decide to do is very carefully selected so she can maintain her image.

speaking of image!!!!! this is something i'm very excited to talk about and have evolve. she's currently successfully keeping up the perfect idol image very well, but it's also very... distant, in a sense. it's obvious she's not #real, but she's also manufacturing some #real moments. not too many, though- can't have people thinking she's just some girl next door :/ in a nutshell? on a self-made pedestal. love to hate her, hate to love her, she's had no real scandals or controversies after debuting with f/f and she plans to keep it like that, tqvm!

ofc... there is some baseless hate floating around- most of them because of her personality, but she's generally liked by the gp because she's just so good at being an idol & those 'controversies' are largely regarded as losers just being nitpicky.

tldr: she's ai hoshino

reserved & reticent off-screen, but comes off as a generally warm person. stoically takes everything in stride with an unfaltering smile on her face. randomly breaks down when listening to sad songs/movies, but always in private, and it's One (1) tear. u will not get a tear out of her tonight otherwise. takes care of people quietly, but she's always her first priority. a bit of a misandrist, no i will not elaborate. staunchly refuses to write culture a love song. fights with the company 24/7, which is impressive and says a lot about her considering culture's generally more hands off than other companies. see:

culture: hey what about your meal plans and di- abi: finish that sentence and u die by my hand. culture: ok our bad

overall i just think she's a fun muse to have in the mix... if u would like her to be mixed up with ur muse(s) then thank u <3 luv yewwwww if u got to the end of this ....

#thefourintro

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wisheduponastar · 9 months

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A crush?? Moi?

For Day 14 of @danganronpashipmonths Saioma month. Inspired by the prompt : Hyposcrisy

Kokichi wants someone to talk to after the third trial. Not because he's super sad, but because he simply wants someone to talk too. At first, he talks to Kaito, but annoys him slightly too much while mentioning Maki - so Kaito tells him to go spend time with his crush instead. So Kokichi spends time with Shuichi. Just because he's there, of course.

Or~ Kokichi talks to Kaito and annoys him, so Kaito tells him to go annoy his crush. Kokichi goes to Shuichi instead

Read on Ao3 or below

Kokichi was still wandering the halls, wondering what to do on such a… gloomy day. It was always boring the day after the executions, especially now that three people were gone instead of two. And now sneaking into Kiyo’s lab and reading some of his books wasn’t even as appealing as before. Sure, he could, but there was no risk of the paranoid anthropologist suddenly appearing and yelling to him about ‘how old these books are’ and how he needed to treat them with respect. Kokichi already knew that, and he wouldn’t do anything to damage the books. It was just fun to annoy Korekiyo.

But, as he peered down the next corridor, Kokichi smiled a little as he recognized badly gelled purple hair. Well, maybe it wasn't that badly gelled - but it was certainly over the top and unnecessary. Everyone would’ve known who the hair belonged to anyway; it wasn’t like anyone was going to mistake Kaito for him. Putting on a slightly more mischievous smile, Kokichi took a quick breath before skipping up to Kaito, greeting him with, “What’s up, spaceboy?”

“Spaceboy? You know I’m a real astronaut, right?” Kaito immediately looked down at Kokichi, eyes betraying rapidly forming annoyance.

“Aren’t you just a trainee?” Kokichi corrected, tilting his head to the side and bringing his hand to his mouth as pondered, “Besides, why won’t you hang out with me?”

“I have better people to hang out with,” as he said that, Kaito looked around - perhaps hoping one of those people would appear.

“Awww. c’mon,” Kokichi briefly tugged on Kaito’s loose coat sleeve, “I’m pretty interested! Right? Riiiight?”

He continued asking for a bit longer, before frowning and laughing, “Nishishishi, I don’t actually care what you think.”

“Geez, you’re not exactly selling yourself right now,” Kaito grumbelled, giving Kokichi a slight side-eye.

“Well, I want to talk to you.” Kokichi grinned, now moving slightly as Kaito started to move away, “If you don’t talk to me I’ll set Shuichi on you!”

Kokichi didn’t know why he would bring up Shuichi, but he thanked… something or other, that Kaito wasn’t staring at him. Sure, Kokichi was fairly certain no-one could tell that he liked the detective… but still. Kokichi was hyper aware of the blush, however slight. Or the way his breath hitched slightly when Shuichi would enter the room, or when Shuichi would look at him a certain way. That feeling of butterflies when Shuichi paid attention to him, and that crave for more.

But still, it could be pretty fun to talk to other people. Even if they were idiots. Blinking, Kokichi realised he had no idea what Kaito had just said, but opted to laugh slightly and shake his head, “Booring! Now let’s talk about something fun, what about Maki-roll?”

“Hey, don’t call her that,” but Kokichi recognized the blush that suddenly appeared on Kaito’s cheeks (not from himself, of course.)

“Why not, you call her that.”

“Yeah- but that’s cause… that’s cause,” Kaito scowled, “It’s none of your business, Kokichi.” “Awww, does someone have a crush?”

“Shut up!”

“Nee-heehee, are you embarrassed Kaito? There’s no need to be ashamed of having feelings, y’know.”

“I do not need lessons on feelings from you.”

“Really, but I’m great at feelings!”

“Well I don’t have a crush on Maki-roll, ok.” Kaito looked away again, his face this time becoming even more red. Kokichi leaned in slightly, but before he could say anything, Kaito spoke, “Besides, you can’t make fun of me for having feelings. You probably have them too.”

“A crush?? Moi?” Kokichi put his hand on his heart, “I’m the supreme leader of evil, remember? I don’t need feelings.”

“You totally like someone.”

Internally, there was some small grain of panic in Kokichi - and a few butterflies briefly flapped as his mind thought of Shuichi, but instead he laughed, “Don’t be stupid Kaito. I’m pretty irresistible, y’know. I’d have asked that person out by now.”

“Sure,” Kaito looked at Kokichi sceptically for a few seconds, “Go bother your crush.”

“So eager to get rid of me. Well, tell Maki-roll I said hi! And that I love her!”

Not bothering to give a response, Kaito began to walk off (into the direction of Miss Ultimate Assassin’s Lab, actually). Waving while smiling brightly, Kokichi watched as Kaito quickly walked away until he was completely out of sight. Letting himself deflate slightly, Kokichi stuck his hands in his pockets, briefly drawing his face together in a bored expression. So many of the people who were fun to annoy were gone, or had already been annoyed. Or might actually kill him (thinking of you, violent sushi roll).

Maybe it did just leave Shuichi… not that Kaito suggesting he hang out with his crush was what made him think of the detective. It was simply because he was a fun, and very interesting person to be around - and that was what Kokichi wanted in a partner person he was going to hang out with. Whatever it was that made him blush when he was around Shuichi, that wasn’t a crush. It was a minor, but welcome, unexpected occurrence. Who ever thought that multiple people would be able to find love in a killing game?

A new, and slightly more genuine, smile appeared on his face, and Kokichi began to skip towards the detective's room - intent on bothering him. But it turned out, he didn’t even need to get to the dormitory. Sitting under a tree, looking slightly emo, was Shuichi. His student monopod currently in his hand, while he was casually flicking between slides. Well, as Kokichi stared - it wasn’t just any slide. It was Angie’s, and the one that gave small titbits of information about her. Kokichi knew that sight well, even if it wasn't for the Ultimate Artist in particular.

Briefly, Kokichi looked down and up at himself before running a hand through his hair and grinning. Taking one more deep breath, he felt confident that his blush was showing. He didn’t even need to fake a smile as he ran up, a large grin and sparkle in his eyes naturally appearing.

“Shuichi!!”

“Kokichi, what are you doing here?” Shuichi looked slightly startled as he raised his gaze, but there was something softer in his eyes - and he instinctively moved up, inviting Kokichi to join him on the bench. Never one to miss an opportunity, Kokichi immediately sat down as well, shuffling as he got as close as he could to Shuichi without being too weird about it.

“I…” Kokichi drew it out, before gently poking Shuichi in the heart, “Wanted to talk to you.”

“To me?” Shuichi echoed, looking slightly confused, “Why?”

“Oh, I just wanted to recruit you to my evil organisation is all,” He said airly, “And Kaito wouldn’t shut up about you.”

“He was talking about me, to you?”

“Suuure.” Kokichi tried not to let his nervousness show. What if Shuichi asked Kaito about it later? “Or maybe that was just a lie! I’m made of seventy percent lies, y’know.”

“Not seventy percent water?”

“Nope! The only liquid I need is coffee and Panta!”

“Liquids.”

“Huh?”

Shuichi gave him a smile, “Liquids, plural. You named two.”

“Nishishishi, Shuichi is paying that much attention to me?” Kokichi leaned in again, almost under Shuichi - staring up with wide, almost vulnerable, eyes.

“Well, we’re having a conversation…” Shuichi trailed off awkwardly, looking down instinctively - but instead making eye contact with Kokichi. He grinned up at Shuichi, and wiggled slightly closer. There was a second as his breath hitched, before Kokichi took the plunge. Keeping the same carefree smile, Kokichi gently put his head down on Shuichi’s lap - smiling.

“Kokichi, what- what are you doing?” Shuichi’s voice had gotten slightly higher, in embarrassment. But as Kokichi stared, he could see something he hadn’t seen much before. Hints of rosy blush that wasn’t just Shuichi being flustered.

“I’m sleeeeepy,” Kokichi said, letting his voice trail off, “And you’re comfy.”

“Can- can you lean somewhere else?” There was a rising, if slightly awkward tone, in Shuichi’s voice, and Kokichi immediately wriggled off. Thinking for a second, he leaned his head on Shuichi’s shoulder instead, relaxing immediately. His mouth slightly squished, he asked, “This okay for you?”

“Ah. Um-” Shuichi swallowed slightly, and Kokichi could still see the blush on Shuichi’s face. And then he felt Shuichi gently nod, “Um, sure.”

“Awwww, thanks Shu.”

“You’re welcome, it’s,” Kokichi could feel the smile come onto Shuichi’s face as he said it, however faint, “It’s no problem.”

#saioma #danganronpashipmonth2023 #saioma month 2023 #saiouma #saioma fanfic #saiouma fanfic #shuichi x kokichi #kokichi x shuichi

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Amongst the Stars

for @lexiepiper

There’s a dead astronaut violently haunting the international space station, and trainee astronaut Danny Fenton offers to go deal with it. (PR322)

Danny had only been in training for a few months, he was still almost a year and a half away from actually making it to space. But after years of college and gaining enough experience on the ground, a year and a half would fly by. Especially since he was literally training to go to space.

He and his co-workers were in the middle of a mock-up space mission when the voice of the head admin of ground control came through the overcome. “Attention emergency code level 3 all available personnel needed in the ISS mission control room. Attention emergency code level 3 all available personnel needed in the ISS mission control room.”

Danny and the rest of his team turned to Terry ,their supervisor, waiting for orders. “You heard her get moving, no time for lollygagging.”

The group headed towards the control room. Danny had been in there a few times now having to learn how things work on the ground before he could start learning how to do things in space. He still got excited whenever he walked through the doors to the room, nowhere near the amount when he stepped into the room the first time but he still had a hard time believing he had made it this far. A far cry from when he was in highschool and had a hard time even getting a C due to constant ghost attacks.

Ghost attacks were a rarity nowadays in Amity, while ghosts were no rare sight by themselves there, they all seemed to realize by Danny’s junior year that they really had no chance against fighting him. Even when he was all the way in Texas they seemed to stay out of trouble. That’s not to say some of them wouldn’t seek him out to fight anyway. It was mainly ghosts like Ember or Johnny 13 and Kitty, though those were more friendly spars now than actual fights. It gave him enough time to actually focus on school and even develop some semblance of a sleep schedule, even if that was ruined the moment he started college and pulled all-nighters to work on projects.

The moment the door opened to mission control Danny’s ears were flooded with noise. When they said all available personeel they really meant it, there were over a dozen people crowded around each desk. It seemed like no one actually knew what was going on, people were yelling out ideas left and right.

“Maybe a hallucinogen made its way onto the station or a chemical leak?”

“That wouldn’t explain why we’re seeing it too.”

“They got bored and decided to play a prank?”

“We are talking about professionals here, I would hope they would be smarter than pulling a prank on the people that help keep them alive. Not to mention we had all of the astronauts accounted for. Where would they get an extra person?”

Danny walked over to a computer to try and figure out what was going on, no one seemed like they were up to telling him, or even knew for themselves. There were clips playing on the computer. At first it was just of the astronauts of the ISS going about their daily duties, soon things started to get weird. Anything not bolted down started to move around through the air as if someone was throwing them, and the lights would flicker every once in a while. The next clip showed one of the astronauts, Maria, floating through the station before getting yanked back as if someone grabbed her by the back of her shirt. The final clip though told Danny everything he needed to know.

Floating right in sight of the camera was someone in a suit used for space walks, at least an older model of one they stopped using around two years ago. Or a suit that looked exactly like one but in black instead of white. There was a glow surrounding the suit that was definitely not natural.

“Oh.” Danny let out a breath. There was only one problem, finding someone who would believe him. He looked around the room, he’d have the most luck with someone high up in the chain of command. He spotted Jamie, she was the highest ranked in the room, the head of ground control, the same one who gave the order for everyone to make their way here and was shooting down each suggestion as they came up. Well he certainly wasn't going to shout his suggestion out loud to the whole group, so he made his way over to where she was standing at the back of the room.

“Ma’am, I know what’s happening. It might not sound believable but I really need you to trust me on this one.”

She turned to him, after just finishing yelling at someone for suggesting that the team of astronauts somehow managed to hack into the camera footage and alter the feeds. “I’m willing to hear anything at this point. Go on.”

“It’s a ghost.”

Jamie frowned and Danny braced himself for her to yell at him too, “What did you say your name was?”

Oh no, he wasn’t going to be yelled at, he was going to be fired on the spot. “Daniel Fenton ma’am.”

“Fenton you say?” She raised an eyebrow. “Where are you from?”

“Amity Park ma’am. It’s just a small city in-”

“I am well aware of where Amity Park is. Last name Fenton as in Fentonworks Fenton? Jack and Madeline Fenton?”

“Yes, those are my parents.”

“And you’re sure?”

“That they’re my parents? Yeah.” It took Danny five seconds too long to realize that that was not what she was asking. “Oh, I mean yes I am positive it’s a ghost. Only way I could be more positive would be if I was up there myself. I’d be able to help if I was, but I really don’t know how much I could do from the ground, especially if they don’t have any ecto weapons with them.”

She looked him up and down. “You’re one of our astronaut candidates, correct?” Danny nodded his head. Jamie looked through the crowd of people before seeming to find who she was looking for. “Terry, with me!”

Terry made his way over towards them and seemed to realize Danny had been talking to Jamie. “Is he bothering you miss? I’m sorry he’s a very smart kid, he can get pretty excited about pretty much anything that has to do with space though.”

Danny repressed the urge to point out he was twenty five definitely not a kid, even if he still couldn’t grow a beard. Though compared to Terry he was pretty young “How competent are you in his ability to handle himself in space?”

Terry gave Danny a look that very clearly read ‘what the hell did you say to her’. “He’s very promising miss. He is able to figure out the equipment quickly after being shown how to use it, and he took to the mock zero gravity trials like a fish to water. He even had no issues in the vomit comet, sorry, the KC-135, he even asked if he could try it again because it was ‘fun’.”

To be fair a lot of the equipment is pretty similar to his parents own inventions, the Specter Speeder especially. And experiencing sudden zero gravity doesn’t affect him all that much since he is able to choose if he wanted gravity to affect him in the first place.

“We’re sending him up to deal with the situation then.” Jamie said.

Terry frowned. “Miss respectfully, but he still has a year and a half left of training before we even could consider sending him up. I can not see any possible situation where we would have to send an unqualified personnel to deal with whatever this is, especially since we have multiple, fully trained astronauts at the ready. It’d be extremely dangerous, and I refuse to let you put one of my men at such a big risk like that.”

Jamie rubbed at her temples. “Both of you come with me.” She started to move before either of the two could respond. She took them to a side room and closed the door. “Terry, what do you know about Daniel’s childhood growing up?”

“Is this really a good time to-” Terry started.

“Answer the question!”

Terry leaned back slightly. “He doesn’t talk much about anything before college to be honest.” He looked at Danny out of the corner of his eye. “He has an older sister who despite only being in the field for a short amount of time is already renowned in the field of child psychology, and his parents are some sort of inventors. He grew up in a small city and visits during the holidays. I think he’s mentioned a dog offhandedly a few times. But that’s about it.”

“The city’s name is Amity Park.” Jamie said. “It’s a hotspot for ghost activity.”

Danny could tell Terry was trying to mask his look of doubt. “Did you say ghost activity? Could you please elaborate?”

So she did. She gave him a quick rundown on Amity Park and how Danny’s parents were talented in the field of ecto-sciences, Danny interjecting every once in a while to give clarification. By the end Danny recognized the look on his face as one many newcomers had when they moved to Amity, not many of them stayed much longer. Terry however seemd to put whatever thoughts he had aside for the moment.

“That does not change the fact that he is not fully trained to pilot a spacecraft up to the ISS. Not even counting the fact that it would still take an entire day to make it to the station, leaving the crew alone with apparently a dangerous ghost! There has to be another option.”

“If you have suggestions I’d be all for hearing them.” Jamie crossed her arms.

He wasn’t wrong. Even with Danny’s own experience with the Specter Speeder he still didn’t have any actual experience with the spacecraft used to get to the ISS. Not to mention leaving the crew alone with a potentially deadly ghost for twenty four hours did not sit well with Danny one bit.

“I actually might have a solution.” Danny said, raising his hand.

That’s how he found himself in the Specter Speeder in the Ghost Zone, after they paid for him to get rushed back to Amity. He was looking for a natural portal exit that would get him near the ISS. There had to be one somewhere, the ghost wouldn’t have been able to make it onto the station otherwise. It thankfully only took him about an hour to find one.

Driving through the portal it was actually unnerving how close it was to the station. He quickly shook the feeling off, the Specter Speeder was made for the Ghost Zone; it could only handle the conditions of space for so long he didn’t have time to worry. The moment he docked his ghost sense went off. The docking was a bit rough but nothing was damaged so he would take what he could. He grabbed the bag of supplies, the thermos and ecto-gun he took with him and attached them to his belt. He still wasn't too fond of being around ecto-guns even after telling his parents he was Phantom, but it was either using that or explaining to all of NASA why he can shoot green lasers from his hand.

He needed to get this done quickly, the Specter Speeder had at least five hours before it started to malfunction, but the portal could become unstable and close any minute. “Danny to mission control, I am aboard the ISS. Proceeding now to where the crew reported they were gathered. Over.” He said into the comms device they gave him before departing.

“Mission control to Danny. Understood, the crew has been notified of your arrival. Over.”

Danny never thought his first time on the ISS would be because he was sent to fight a ghost but he’d take what he could get. He’d have time to be excited later he reminded himself as he made his way to the crew. He wasn’t exactly met with a warm welcome when he made it there though.

“Heya I’m Danny, NASA’s resident ghost hunter apparently.”

“They only sent one person? This thing has been slowly terrorizing us until it actually attacked and they send one person who’s hardly passed basics?” One of the crew protested. His name was Steven and if Danny remembered correctly, which he did, he was the second oldest onboard.

“Oh you know other ghost hunter astronauts? You should have said something I would have loved to have someone to talk to on the way here.” Danny smiled.

Steven pushed off from the wall floating towards Danny, his jaw clenched. “They could have sent someone with some space experience along with you at least.”

Danny shrugged. “I mean yeah, I guess. But I’m here to protect you guys because you don’t know how to fight a ghost. If I brought someone else with me who also didn’t know they would just get in my way.” Danny opened the bag he brought and started handing out Specter Deflectors. “Now,” he clapped his hands, “put those on if you don’t want to get overshadowed, that is possessed.”

“Don’t you need one?” Maria, the same woman who was thrown by the ghost in the video, asked.

Danny shook his head. “Nah trust me I’ll be fine.”

“You seem pretty confident. How are you not worried about this thing taking the whole station down? If you were smart you’d be a bit more worried.” Steve spoke up again.

“Wow. I’ll let you off the hook this time because you’re probably just scared for your life. But it’s really disappointing that you seem like a total ass right now. Especially since you all are living my literal dream working up here, and I looked up to all the astronauts who ever worked here. The rest of you seem pretty chill though, keep at it.” Given, the rest of them other than Steve and Maria had yet to talk. Probably because finding out ghosts are real and one is haunting you while floating in space would make almost anyone freak out and not talk for a bit.

Danny went around making sure they all put the Specter Deflectors on correctly before he went to look for the ghost. “If the ghost shows up here let me know right away.” He’d prefer to keep the humans away from this as much as possible. Both so they can’t be used as a hostage and in case the ghost says something he’d have a hard time explaining. Even if he didn’t recognize the ghost doesn’t mean the ghost wouldn’t recognize him, or his ecto-signature. Most ghosts in the Zone were at least aware of him at this point.

He made his way through the station, making sure to remember to push off of the walls to move instead of just flying. No doubt they were watching him through the surveillance cameras. It didn’t take long to find the ghost, it was like it wasn’t even trying to hide it’s ecto-signature, even a normal human would be able to find it,

“Come on out, I really don’t want to hurt you, I'd rather we just talk this out ghost to Danny.” It wasn’t a lie, if he could minimize damage to the station that would be ideal. The ghost stayed invisible. Danny sighed, it would work best for both him and the ghost if it showed itself willingly.

He rolled his eyes before letting his core flair, flooding the area with his ecto-signature, just enough that his physical appearance wouldn’t change. Not like anyone here had the tech for ecto-readings so he wasn’t in any danger of being found out.

Evidently that was enough to scare the ghost into showing itself. Being this close gave Danny a great opportunity to look the ghost over. Honestly the inverted colors of the spacesuit the ghost was wearing reminded him of the jumpsuit he had as Phantom if it was bulkier. Which made sense, he asked his dad to make his jumpsuit look like a space suit, it was kind of a shame the look got messed up in the portal accident.

“You can’t be here!” The ghost said.

“I mean I clearly am.”

“No, not like that. You can’t be here, it's not safe! It’s too dangerous for anyone. Everyone has to leave! Why won't anyone listen?” The lights in the station flickered as the ghost yelled the last part.

Well now Danny was just confused, he was pretty sure the thing making the station ‘not safe’, other than the general danger of being in space, was floating right in front of him. He looked at the ghost closer and noticed a name on the front of the suit.

‘A. Hayes’

It only took Danny a second to recognize the name. A. Hayes, or Anothony Hayes was an astronaut who died three years ago during a space walk after there was a malfunction with his suit. The situation became very clear very quickly. Ghosts usually don’t fully form right after their deaths. It takes time for their form to fully develop around their core, it could take years for a ghost to fully form, or it could just never happen if there isn’t enough ectoplasm around to even form into a true ghost. The portal right outside the station probably provided him enough ectoplasm to finish developing.

Which meant he probably had only been conscious for a few days. From what Danny could tell he hadn't even been to the Ghost Zone yet which wasn’t uncommon for newly born ghosts but it did mean he might not even have realized he was a ghost. Danny hated having the ‘you’re a ghost now’ conversation, he only had to do it 2 times before now but it was always awkward.

“Why do you think it’s dangerous Anthony?” Danny asked, he had to get him somewhat comfortable with him first.

“Are you a crewmate?” Anthony asked. “Of course you are, how else could you get up here. Apologies I think that close call on my walk messed with my head a bit, I can’t seem to remember you. We’ll have to let the ground force know, I might have to go down to get checked out.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Danny. Can you answer my question, why do you think it’s dangerous?”

Danny was pretty sure even if he couldn’t see Anthony’s face through the helmet, was there a face under there or was it just ectoplasm, he was looking at him like it was obvious. “Our equipment all needs to be rechecked. If I barely made it back alive from the walk because of my suit malfunction, who knows what else was missed during safety checks.”

Danny winced. “About that. You didn’t. Make it back alive that is.”

“What do you mean? I’m right here, you’re talking to me right now.”

“We’re in a different orbit location than you remember last aren’t we? You can’t seem to recognize any of the crew right? Look at yourself Anthony. You said your suit malfunctioned. Why are you still wearing it, why does it look wrong? You didn’t make it back alive, you’re a ghost.”

Anthony seemed to truly look at himself for the first time, down at his hands, he went to grab his head but was met with a helmet instead. “But I can’t be. I have a husband at home, I have a daughter she just got into her dream school. We were going to celebrate when I got back home. I had so much I still wanted to do, so much I needed to do. ” The lights were flickering again, a mentally unstable ghost who didn't know how to control their abilities yet could be dangerous . “I’m not even human anymore, am I? Do I have a soul still, did I ever? I never believed in an afterlife, I am a man of science- no I was a man of science. Oh my god I was. I’m not anything anymore.”

“Anthony, I know how you feel. You’re certainly older than me but you still had so much life left. All of your beliefs are being challenged at once and it’s too much.” He certainly had his own freak out as well, and his brain wasn’t even fully developed enough to fully realize what happened at the time.

“How could you possibly know how I feel!?” He yelled and the station shook.

Danny had to diffuse this, and fast. “Pull yourself together, do you want to be responsible for the death of the entire crew of this ship?”

“Pull myself together? Did you just tell me to pull myself together? I just found out I died.” Another shake.

Danny rolled his eyes. He was getting nowhere like this. “Fine if you want to keep putting others in danger.” He pulled the ecto-gun from where it was hanging on his belt, and righted himself in an upward position steadying himself on a rail on the wall to keep himself from flying back from the gun's recoil.

Anthony zeroed in on Danny’s hand. “Is that a gun? I won’t let you kill me a second time.” The station shook even more, not seeming to stop.

“Shut up.” Danny said as Anthony flew at him. Then he pulled the trigger and put the gun back on his belt. Well that was that..

The shaking stopped with the ghost, eyes wide as he looked behind him where there was now a destroyed surveillance camera broken and covered in ectoplasm. “You missed.” He laughed.

“Daniel what the hell are you doing? We can’t see anything now.” Jamie yelled through the communication device in his ear.

“Oops.” He replied before taking the communication device out of his year and crushed it in his hand and dropped it. The pieces floating through the air around him.

“Now.” Danny started, turning back to Anthony. He let go of the rail, no longer having to keep up the appearance of needing it. “Like I said before I know how you feel. I’m not saying that just to placate you. And trust me I do feel bad for you, but you’re going about this in the wrong way.”

“The wrong way? I deserve to be angry! My life was cut short because of someone else's mistake.”

“Oh anger sure you definitely deserve to feel angry. But I will not let you endanger the dream job I’ve had since I was five. And I certainly will not let you endanger the lives of seven people because you feel like you deserve to throw a tantrum to deal with that anger.”

“There are eight people on the station counting you?” Apparently the confusion briefly snapped him out of his anger, but only briefly. “It doesn’t matter, I can use you all as hostages to find whoever made the suit and caused me to die.”

Dang he went from trying to keep his perceived crewmates safe from a danger that wasn’t there to using them as hostages real quick. Newly formed ghosts had the worst emotional regulation. “No. I definitely meant seven. I said the lives of seven people, I haven’t been able to fully count myself as alive in about eleven years at this point.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anthony asked.

Danny let himself transform. “Hi I’m Danny Fenton also known as the ghost Phantom. I had a bit of an unfortunate accident with my parents' lab equipment when I was fourteen, turns out lab safety is no joke. So like I said. I know exactly how you feel. I can even tell you more if you’d like but first I really should get you to the Ghost Zone. I’d love to talk more after that. So you can cooperate or…” Danny smiled, “...you’ll find out just why even the ghosts of long dead gods fear me. Your choice though!”

Anthony shrinked back with a shake of his head. Oops he let his core flair up just a bit too much there. He really hoped the humans on the ship were far enough away that they didn't feel that. “Picking the easy way? Good, I’m just gonna put you in this thermos for safe keeping for a bit. No worries you’ll be there for like an hour tops.”

He made quick work sucking Anthony into the thermos and detransforming. Good thing too, he heard the sound voices coming towards him. “Danny! You’re okay.” Maria said, making her way towards him, the rest of the crew not far behind.

“I mean, yeah? I told you guys I’d be fine.”

“Well there was a bunch of shaking then Mission Control told us you shot the camera out then your comms went out. After that there was a huge wave of cold and an immense pressure that hit all of us. We sort of assumed the worst.” Steven said.

“Aw I didn’t know you cared.” Danny said, placing a hand to his chest. “But yeah I’m fine. Things got a bit more heated with the ghost than I thought it would.” Not really he had it all under control. “So I went to shoot the ghost but the station shook so much it made me miss my first shot. The ghost got pretty angry I shot at it, it ended up breaking my comms. The ghost getting angry was the source of that cold and pressure feeling too. I got him on my second shot so no need to worry now.” Danny lied through his teeth.

“That makes sense and of course I would care if you’re okay or not, I’m not a monster.” Steven said.

Danny hummed. “Well I really need to get back, the ship I took here isn’t what I’d call stable out here. It really was an honor meeting you all, and I hope one day I can call you my crewmates. Until then!” Danny waved and made his way towards where the Specter Speeder was docked. He could tell the rest of them were following behind him. He finally turned around when he made it to the Specter Speeder. “Did you need anything else?”

“No, we just all wanted to say thank you.” Maria said. Then a chorus of thank you’s came from the crew.

“Like I said it really was no sweat.”

“It saved us though so it means a lot to us.” Maria said.

This was why Danny never stayed around after ghost fights, excessive praise was weird. Also because most of Amity hated him at first and yelled at him for the property damage that saving them all from the ghosts caused. Can’t please them all. “We’ll then you’re welcome. I do really need to leave though.”

He left them with a wave. He made his way back into the Ghost Zone just in time, he could feel the portal start to become unstable. Instead of flying back to his parents' portal he made his way to the Far Frozen. Frostbite would be able to help get Anthony used to being a ghost. He certainly helped Danny. Unfortunately he couldn’t say long to talk, just giving Frostbite a brief rundown and saying goodbye to Anthony promising both of them he’d visit soon.

It was still going to be a long trip back to Texas. Maybe he could convince them to give him the day off for saving the entire ISS. Or maybe even two days.

Those hopes were dashed when Jamie met him at the airport, at two in the morning, when he got off the plane and handed him a huge stack of paper. “The higher-ups want an incident report on their desks by the time they get into the office in the morning.”

Danny groaned. “Really?”

“Yes. You can get started in the car. Or would you rather do mine? It’s about three times larger than yours, and I have to explain why we didn’t have a fully trained astronaut who could fight ghosts.” Jamie said.

“Why would you even need one before now?” Danny asked, looking gloomy down at the stack of papers in his hands. Looked like he’d be pulling an all nighter.

“We didn't, that's why we don’t have one on hand. Apparently that's not a good enough reason for them though. Not like they know anything other than their cozy little offices.” Jamie huffed.

“Dang that sucks.”

Jamie hummed in agreement as the two of them got in the back seat of the car waiting for them. “Also, congratulations once you’re training finishes you’ll be promoted to NASA’s first astroparanormal hunter.”

“Wait what?” She didn’t grace him with an answer, already starting on her own paperwork. Man he couldn't escape his parents dream of him to become a ghost hunter even if he went to work in space.

#My writing #My fic #danny phandom #phic phight 22

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novellagg · 6 months

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Dambi's Style, Phone, and Bedroom

── Daily

She's kind of the opposite of Nari.

She wears lots of black and leather.

She has a girl crush style - or maybe it's just the way she carries herself - and has gone kinda viral for it, even among non fans.

Female fans call her names like 'my wife/girlfriend', and she's definitely part of the 'nation's girl crush' line.

She mostly wears Converse and other sneakers, but she also likes a heeled boot.

Almost always wears a face cap.

── Airport

She still keeps the face cap on.

Similar to Aina's airport fashion, but a little more put together.

She also occasionally wears large shorts.

── Practice

Face cap is still on, guys.

She often wears a windbreaker, but she ends up taking it off like 10 minutes into practice.

Sometimes, she'll wear a flannel instead, but she takes that off aswell.

Underneath, she only has a sports bra on.

Dance practice fancams go crazy.

── Sleepwear

It's kind of unexpected and a juxtaposition to her normal style.

She loves wearing large, cozy, fluffy clothes to bed.

Nari got her an oodie for her birthday, and she wears it like all of the time.

── Body Mods

She has 10 piercings (2 helixes on her right ear and a rook and 3 lobes on both ears).

She at least 4 (confirmed) tattoos, and she drew/designed them all herself.

The first tattoo (18) she got was a deer on top of her right elbow while she was still a trainee (against company rules), and it represents her nickname.

Her second tattoo (19) is an astronaut on her right bicep. There's no specific meaning behind it she just liked the drawing.

Her third tattoo (20) is a caligraphy flower that she drew during a caligraphy class. It's on the back of her left arm.

And her final confirmed tattoo is 'love is dead' written above her lower knee. It's the title of one of the B-sides that she wrote.

As for unseen tattoos, she has 'each time I breathe, I miss you' written in korean under her left breast/on her rib. She got this at 24, almost 3 years after her breakup.

── Accessories

She has a huge face cap collection (along with some beanies).

She wears a lot of chain accessories like bracelets and necklaces.

She wears loads of rings.

── Phone

Her phone is the iPhone 13 pro in graphite.

She has a black/clear case with an astronaut on the back.

Her lockscreen and homescreen are the same photo of her with her sisters.

── Bedroom

Her bedroom is plain black and white.

She has a desk for writing music.

#fake kpop group #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #kpop oc #kpop female oc #fictional kpop idol #idol oc #fake kpop girl group #fanfic #NovellaGG #fictional idol oc #.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ . ── (ᴅᴀᴍʙɪ)

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silicon-tmblr · 11 months

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DRV3: Resolute Rebellion - Character Intro 5

"That's... kinda smart... but like, in a stupid sorta way! Ya really are dimwitted, huh, Harudimwit! Your brain's as flat as your chest!"

A genius teenager who previously worked as an aerospace engineer, Miu started her astronaut career by sneaking into a training facility. Though still a trainee, she has high hopes for the future—literally, of course.

When speaking, she seems like she's a moment away from swearing at all times, but always catches herself at the last moment, insisting she's a professional. Still, if vulgar speech is a habit she's trying to break, she's only barely succeeding.

#drv3 #danganronpa v3 #miu iruma #talentswap #drv3 resolute rebellion

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hamsterclaw · 2 years

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are you gonna write astronaut trainees au. because i think u will 😀

are you asking or are you telling?

but also in all seriousness, if you want Bangtan in space you can't go wrong with the totally epic Void by @btssavedmylifeblr because it's hands down intergalactic perfection.

#void #seminal bangtan in space

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idontknowreallywhy · 8 months

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Tried but failed to reach a conclusion on what I’m loosely calling the paint mystery but the majority of the chapters have deviated so wildly from any kind of plot that I may have to rethink whether it’s a story or just a collection of scenes.

Unrefined, unedited previous bits for reference:

Bit the first

Bit the second

Bit the third

The interlude after the third where I lost control of the characters and everyone went a bit nuts

Now, Bit the fourth which was supposed to be the end but that still eludes me… ALL the thanks to @astranite @womble1 and @sofasurf for the beta reading and suggestions and encouragement and to the Thunderfam generally for being a friendly safe community to practice a new thing within.

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A rush of harmonics drowned out Two’s steady hum as her sister raced up beneath her and barrel-rolled overhead before shooting off into the Californian twilight. Virgil watched as her vapour trail angled up, up, up and over backwards before taking a steep dive and spiralling back towards where he and Gordon watched in various shades of amusement and baffled awe.

“How is he still conscious?” Gordon murmured. “I’d be either sick… or dead. Ugh… nope, definitely dead.”

Virgil watched as his elder brother steered the rocket plane into the vertical zigzag he recognised as the signature move of the ‘Vomit Comet’ Scott had piloted for the trainee astronauts during his 6 month NASA secondment from the Air Force.

“He doesn’t have a… normal relationship with G force, Fish, you know that.”

As if to prove the point, One screamed past them, spinning, and doubled back to overtake at a distance which set Two’s proximity sensors blaring.

Again.

Virgil cringed and covered his ears.

John’s wry smile materialised in front of them.

“Aunt Val is going to be inundated with emails from the alien spotters again isn’t she?”

Virgil snorted. Then sighed.

“Should we… you know, rein our dear flyboy in a little?”

There was a delighted snicker in the background as John coughed uncomfortably.

“He couldn’t doooo it” came the familiar singsong voice of Virgil’s digital niece. John, who now appeared to be heavily focused on brushing non-existent dust from his baldric, frowned slightly.

“I did open a comm with him, yes.”

“And?”

“He was… whooping, Virgil.”

It was Gordon’s turn to snort. He looked up from his tablet where he’d already accessed the usual conspiracy theory websites to check for new flying saucer sightings over Arizona.

“What, Scott? Pfft, seems unlikely”

John raised an eyebrow and patched in the audio from One’s cockpit.

Virgil’s breath caught in his throat as he was accosted by a sound he hadn’t heard since his brother was a teenager. Warm, hearty, unfettered laughter punctuated by… yes, that could only be described as a whoop… and then an elated giggle.

Virgil was aware that to most people sound didn’t have colour but it was second nature to him. Scott’s usual speaking voice was a familiar steely blue, rich and dependable. It could deepen to almost navy if he was angered or concerned, or gain highlights of cerulean when he was amused or speaking affectionately. Now it was as if an arc of blazing summer sky was overlaid on the late evening clouds ahead of them, marred only by the static effect of the comm. Virgil was overwhelmed by a sudden longing to hear his brother laughing properly, truly, untainted by digital interference and simultaneously afraid the opportunity to do so would never arise.

Nobody moved, not waiting to break the spell. Then One did it for them, as her pilot pushed her into yet another feat of aerobatic madness and her own burning white squeals of delight muffled those of the man at the controls.

John muted the feed. Virgil releases the breath he was holding and swallowed, glancing at Gordon whose jaw had almost parted company with his face, his tablet hanging from a limp hand, his mission of winding up the ufologists forgotten.

It was sobering to realise how infrequently a website tracking the rare and precious phenomena of happy-carefree-Scott would be updated. He met John’s eye and inclined his head. He couldn’t intervene either. Drop kicking a puppy would be less morally questionable.

“How’s his fuel?”

John’s gaze shifted upwards as a graceful sweep of his left hand obviously brought up some kind of display and a swift flick of the right closed something else down. Virgil was momentarily distracted by the image of his elegant brother conducting a symphony orchestra from space, his attention snapping back as he noticed the slight furrow in John’s brow.

“Low, I take it?”

“At this rate he’ll drop into F tank in about 10 minutes. Which will get him home if he flies in a straight line…”

“If.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s F tank when it’s at home?” Gordon had abandoned his tablet and was observing his elder brothers’ with overt curiosity.

John rolled his eyes. Virgil bit his lip and radiated guilt. Scott had never been told about that particular upgrade to his ship and it always made him uneasy to keep such a secret but the secrecy was necessary for it to work as intended.

“Gordon you have to swear to keep this to yourself… but you remember all those times when the paragon of caution that is our big brother has reassured us his fuel supply was “Fine” when One was actually running on fumes?”

More like the distant memory of fumes in some cases. His little brother of course knew all too well because he’d flown enough missions himself to take fuel to whatever godforsaken location Scott had stranded himself in.

“Well… Brains and I installed a little extra tank about which the fuel gauge is ignorant and so is One’s primary pilot.”

Gordon appeared to ponder this for a minute.

“Won’t that just make him believe he really can fly on fumes?”

“Precisely what I said” John threw a hand in the air. “I had suggested a flow rate limiter instead, so she can’t do more than Mach 6 once the gauge gets below a certain level”

“But that’s slower than the Big Green Mom Bag!”

“Oi!” the Mom Bag’s pilot objected “But, yes. Can you imagine what his reaction would have been if…” Another screech of scram jets announced One’s return from who knew where and she decelerated with a shudder to match Thunderbird Two’s more sedate pace, flying above and just a nose ahead with her pilot looking down at them and flipping a cheeky salute. Virgil nudged the comms open again:

“Having fun, you big show-off?”

Scott’s hologram appeared, all shark-like grin and wildly dilated pupils. Virgil found himself leaning back into his chair, slightly intimidated by the intensity of his sibling’s manic expression.

“Well?! What are you going to PLAY?!”

Three younger brothers performed a perfectly synchronised double-take.

“P-play?”

“The concert, short stuff! What are you going to play in the concert? You should play that one that that goes ba-da-da-da da da ba-da-da-da da da da dum…” and then One was spiralling off again in a roar of jet engines, her pilot’s hologram blurring into incomprehensibility from the vibrations and leaving his younger brother blinking in confusion.

He shut off the comm before it gave them all a headache. At some point prior to the spontaneous post-tornado-rescue singalong in the school hall, their old teacher Ms Knighton had accosted Virgil and persuaded him to be the guest soloist at a benefit concert she was already planning to fundraise for disaster relief in their hometown. ‘Persuaded’ wasn’t quite the right word. He wasn’t aware that he’d actually been given any kind of an option. The woman was a tidal wave of organisation and he’d been well and truly swept along.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it anyway. He’d not played in front of anybody but family since their Mom had passed and he hadn’t planned to either, for all that the idea gave him a tiny flutter of anticipation. He’d been meaning to send an apology citing work commitments later that week.

THIS was what had got Scott so excited?

He squirmed guiltily as he’d begun to theorise that his renowned flirt of a brother had encountered an old flame during the course of the evening and that was what had caused the adrenaline spike. But, it seemed Scott wasn’t celebrating for himself at all. This vanishingly rare level of joy from his big brother, was on HIS behalf?

He suddenly pictured Scott sat in the front row of every little school performance, even the ones Mom couldn’t get to. He’d always put the constantly jiggling denim-clad legs down to frustration at having to sit still and listen rather than climb and run but then… maybe that wasn’t it at all?

There was the gift of the electronic piano… and that time his brother flew back from college to talk round his father who’d objected to Virgil’s nervous suggestion that maybe he could do joint honours music alongside his engineering degree. Granted, when he realised IR on the horizon, Virgil had changed his mind and decided to keep music just as a hobby but thanks to his brother, it had been HIS decision to make.

Now he thought about it, he couldn’t think of a single occasion when he’d sat and played the lounge piano where Scott wasn’t either at dad’s desk, on the sofa, or leaning against the body of the instrument chatting or just watching with a fond smile.

Scott had been his cheerleader at every step.

“Earth to Viiiirg!” Gordon leaned over and poked him in the side of the head. “So what are you going to play then?” Virgil smiled awkwardly and rubbed away the sudden excess of water in his eyes.

“Guess I’d better figure out what “ba-da-da-da da da” is.”

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