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starwlf · 5 months

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I think this is the worse idea I’ve ever had

#jsab #monokuma #danganronpa #just shapes and beats #I’m so sorry

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aparticularbandit · 3 months

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-looks at emma-

-looks at junko-

-looks at agatha-

-squints-

...I could...have fun with this...although I really don't think...I should give Junko (or Agatha) a time machine.

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Rittenhouse getting taken down by trolls who just want to fuck shit up sounds so much fun, though.

Our heroes trying to fix things that have apparently no logic or reason.

Suddenly there are Monokumas in the history books.

Emma groaning because Junko always brings at least one because that's her BRAND, Emma.

Emma is so done with everyone all the time.

(Agatha constantly behind Junko being a troll because she is equally a troll.)

....

I don't know that I want to long form write this but it's fun to think about. XD

#musings #bandit brainstorms #emma would really be so done with everyone all the time #lucy would get back from fixing one mission and now the time machine is shaped like monokuma #she'd groan and get right back in #junko'd find kazuichi and get him to make the machine charge faster #so for every jump lucy & co. make they're making so many more #it would be chaos

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abeinginsand · 10 months

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Swiftli sharing a snack and watching anime! (check below for the still version and detail notes)

[Close ups!]

The person with the kitty beanie is me! Space felt a bit empty so I added some people around them haha Notes: Taylor's bag has a fold-up cane in it and also has tiny wheels and a handle. Accessories: Straw-hat skeleton (one piece), Monokuma (danganronpa), Trans flag, Berserk sword (its the little sword shape at the bottom corner of the bag). Laptop stickers include a Miku in trans flag palette, music notes, pac man, microphone, Persona 5 phantom thief symbol! Other details, Taylor has his ooze mickey shirt from his most recent ref--which is a reference to a game (Epic Mickey series) I used to play on the Wii with my sibling. The little colorful buttons on his coat are friendship pins. Both teens have their scars from in canon injuries. Also, they are wearing nail polish that matches each other's eye colors.

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #lincoln li wilson #lincoln wilson #swiftli #dndads #dndads fanart #dndads s2 #art #abeinginsand art tag #dndads quest #dungeons and daddies #gif #fast moving gif #fast moving images #fast movement #tagging since it seems a bit fast to me--its the slowest I could make the gif in clip with the amount of frames #taking note for next time

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goddess-of-green · 2 years

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𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚋𝚢 | 𝚗. 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚊

You think your bed is more comfortable than anything else. Komaeda thinks so too. Word count: 676 | creds to zakiko for the art!

enjoy this drabble until i talk myself into functioning again.

(wrote this on my phone early asf in the morning. i was rlly tired if you can’t tell.)

Warnings: GN!Reader

Tucking yourself into bed, you curled into the most comfortable position you could and adjusted your blankets.

Monokuma had been going completely off the rails lately and you were nothing if not exhausted by it. Each day on the island only felt longer and longer.

Despite your awful circumstances, you found it in yourself to be grateful you at least had a comfortable bed to sleep in at the end of it all. Soft sheets and a nice warm cottage just to yourself certainly helped you stay sane during the killing game.

Before your thoughts could go much further, you found your consciousness slipping and your thoughts trailing off as you fell asleep.

You weren’t sure how long had passed before you woke up again, but it felt like it had been at least a few hours.

As you came into awareness, you realized what had woken you up in the first place, and looked up groggily at the figure looming over you.

“-/N…Y/N…” Komaeda whispered, nudging you so gently it was a wonder you’d woken up at all.

Despite your coming to, you nearly flinched as Komaeda came into focus, and you looked him up and down.

His long green jacket was hanging at his elbows, hanging down long enough to cover his boxers, as it didn’t look like he was wearing pants, though his pale arms and collar bones were on full display due to this scoop neck tee.

His hair was even more of a mess than usual, (if that was possible) and he had a pillow tucked under his arm. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was there for.

Still, your brain was cloudy from just waking up, the only thing on your mind was continuing your rest, but you couldn’t very well just ignore him and go back to sleep. Especially considering he broke into your cottage.

“Ko…? Huh…?” You murmured, blinking up at him.

“Y/n…” He clutched the pillow tighter, an uncharacteristic look of nervousness crossing his face as he looked into your eyes. “I’m…so sorry to ask this of you…but...um…” He trailed off, seeming to have trouble saying it.

“You wanna sleep together?” You murmured, gazing at him with hazy eyes. You were still half-asleep.

Nodding, Komaeda looked to your face anxiously for a response.

This wasn’t the first time Komaeda had done something like this. You really should have expected it, but at the same time, he should have expected what your answer would be.

You scooted over as efficiently as you could with your mind still so fuzzy, stopping when there was a Komaeda-shaped space beside you in bed, and you patted it with a small smile, frankly tired of using your words.

Komaeda swallowed hard at the display, but made no move to deny it and quickly took the opportunity to get into bed with you.

He put his pillow beside yours and settled in with you, taking up the space you’d given him and more as he pressed himself close to you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his head on your chest, intent on listening to your heartbeat. It was slow, because of how tired you were, but he seemed to find the steady rhythm relaxing as his eyes drifted shut.

Half asleep, and much more comfortable with a warm boy cuddled up to you, you felt yourself start to drift off for a second time, and you stroked Komaeda's hair until you fell asleep, wanting him to doze off before you.

Tugging gently on the ends of his soft white hair proved to be relaxing for you too however, and you quickly found yourself falling asleep, arms coming to rest lovingly around Komaeda's shoulders.

You may have been stuck on an island of death and despair, but…you two were at home right there. Fit together like a puzzle piece.

#sdr2 x reader #super danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #dr x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #dr2 x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader

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jesterable · 10 months

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am i danganronpa posting in the year of 2023? yes. i am. anyways sdr2 will forever be one of my favorite casts of characters and i love them all dearly. so i basically just drew all of them as stylized as i could.

these were 90% done from memory except for mahiru bc i forgot what she looked like entirely besides her color scheme.

thought process for all of them under the cut in order of when i drew them

mikan: my brain went to that one sprite of her as it does. and she’s purple and honestly doesn’t have enough specific craziness to have more than one color so she’s very one-color

kazuichi: very sharp. very square. very pink as well, but just pink didn't feel right. he has to have that gross green

akane: i couldn’t see her colors being changed v much but not so much that its. too normal.

teruteru: very proud of his face. he's very oval. and still not crazy enough for many colors

hiyoko: it was a very specific vision to have her with the UGLIEST yellow hair. also i don’t like the banana shape so i tried several other pigtail shapes to be normal about

gundham: took me about 3 tries to get his drawing right. i still have a crush on him. he’s mostly magenta but i felt like that was too little so i gave him red eyes

ibuki: i am proud of her. needed her to look fucking radioactive

sonia: silly girl! she's relatively normal looking but she is not a normal lady. very :3 coded

chiaki: im sOOO proud of my color choices for her. idk why but the dull pink and blue combo is my fave. also i completely went off base with her design on purpose bc i don’t like her actual design. my girl is a GAMER. let her look like one.

mahiru: i don’t know much about her i actually had to google just her so i knew what her hair looked like. ok bowl cut you eat that up!

nagito: he’s fucking insane. don’t like how his hair looks ingame so i made it better. i also totally forgot his outfit if you couldn’t tell. love giving crazy people neon eyes

fuyuhiko: made him accidentally smaller than the rest but i think it fits. baby face... little fucker

peko: tried to make her colorful but at the same time incredibly gray. she gives gray to me. she radiates gray

monokuma: i don’t like the strictly black and white design so i might it alot more red, and just made all the extra bits bright fucking red

imposter: i didn’t know what to do with him but my brain told me to make him orange so i did.

nekomaru: originally he was just gonna be blue, but my brain was like no... give him a more prominent smile. so i did !

monomi: had to make her soo pink and silly coded... gave her a closed eye, a tongue out, and made her folded ear just tilted down a bit more.

hajime: i tried to make him the most normal looking out of all of them. he just had to be.

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ninjagirlstar5 · 22 days

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It's about time I did Akane, huh?

Okay, first things first: I wasn't the only one who didn't realize that her OG design had a ponytail, right? Right? Like, sure, her overworld sprite makes it pretty clear that she has a ponytail but if you're only paying attention to the character sprites themselves, the shape of her hair makes it look like she has a bob-cut of sorts, not a ponytail. I didn't even realize her hair is a ponytail until I saw the CG cutscene of Kiyoka's death and went, "Wait a minute. That's a ponytail." So the first thing I did was make her ponytail a bit more obvious. Her hair ribbons also just, blends in with her hair due to having the same tone. If you look hard enough or once you notice them, you'll see them in her design, but that's still a poor choice in shade if you can't see that piece of accessory at first glance. So I brightened up the red color of the bows to make them stand out more. Especially in her hair/headdress. Aside from that, the rest of her OG design was pretty good. Akane takes her job as a maid very seriously, to the point that she doesn't like it when she's compared to those fake maids from maid cafes. So it'd make sense that she'd wear a formal maid outfit. All I did was make my own interpretation of her design. I covered up her chest as she's the kind of person to put emphasis on her professionality on being an actual maid and not one of those "wannabe maid cafes" that she so detests. So she'd cover her skin a lot more, even when she does have a, uh, more sultry side to her that she keeps under wraps. (Which she chose not to filter as a Despair.) I made her dress a little longer, her sleeves reaches her elbows now but they're rolled up a bit for convenience, changed the designs of her apron and heels, and replaced her collar necklace with a bow cause I couldn't make the necklace look good with the type of collar I gave for her top. And with her Despair form, I just removed what she already took off in that OG sprite: the bow, the apron, and let her hair down, which I made her fringe slightly more messy. I always found the...middle part?? Of her dress looked weird, so I had it stop around her waist instead. I kept her color palette the same as black, white, and red are a great color combo and ties into her connection to Monokuma as the mastermind. Not only that, white is most prevalent in her color palette in her Pre-Despair form, to emphasize "purity" and "good", but once the apron is removed in her Despair form, black overtakes the white, which can symbolize evil, misfortune, and even bad luck. Bad luck in the context of how screwed everyone was upon realizing who the mastermind is, anyways!

I love Akane. I can fix her, I swear- (I'm joking, I'm joking-)

#DRA #Akane Taira #Danganronpa Another #DRA Spoilers #sprite edit #Star's Art #girl I'm sorry for all the BS you've been put through #but you also committed so many crimes #like #messed up background!#still mass murder!#also I don't know why #but every time I look at this design #I think of clowns #*i don't know why*#*i just do*#i think it's the way I put the colors on her design???

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m-y-fandoms · 1 year

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COMMISSION: Nagito Komaeda x Reader - Love Hotel

Details: V3 has the Love Hotel/Love Key scenarios - I’ve been asked to make a version for SDR2 as if it were canon in the second game as well. If you didn’t play V3 and aren’t familiar with the Love Hotel scenarios/scenes, don’t worry, Monokuma will explain the concept early on in the fanfiction below! Also, I don’t think I used any gendered terms for the reader, it just didn’t come up/wasn’t necessary with the details I was describing. So, anyone can read this with themselves in mind.

Warnings: Spicy but not NSFW - mature themes and romance into a fade to black/implied at the end just like the actual V3 Love Hotel scenes. Would probably be Mature but not Explicit on AO3 - Also SDR2 spoilers!!!

Word Count: 4k words

When hanging out with your peers and exploring the island, you often found these little Monokuma coins tucked behind objects or hidden under things. These “Monocoins” could be exchanged at the Monomono gacha machine for prizes. Some were tiny, and some had no business even fitting inside the machine. It was a wonder how they got there. In between the stress of the killings and trials, it was nice to exchange little gifts that said “I see you, and I trust you, and I want to be closer to you” with the friends you had left. The Monomono machine often rewarded you with intriguing and seemingly targeted items. For example, when you got a magazine on beast breeding and taming, it was clearly meant for your exchanges with Gundham Tanaka. When wound gauze or a nurse’s apron dropped from the machine, it was obviously a sign to get to know Mikan.

Today’s trinket was a mystery to you: an ornate key - golden with a pink heart-shaped gem embedded onto its handle. It dropped into your hand as you popped it out of the gacha capsule that protected it. It was a nice size, probably to a door rather than say, a locket or jewelry box.

Immediately upon receiving it you began to look for what it unlocked. It didn’t seem like a gift subliminally meant for any of your friends, so instead you chose to find a little adventure in all the chaos, a treasure hunt of sorts. You’d tried little tool sheds or abandoned buildings around the first three islands, back doors or closets inside places like the market or pharmacy. The pink gem made you think of Monomi - or rather Usami. It matched her aesthetic and color scheme. You’d questioned her about it, and she seemed to draw a blank. You felt like she was being honest with you, so you moved on. A frustrating thought began brewing in your mind: maybe the key went to a door on an island that was still locked away from you and your peers. Perhaps the bridges guarded by Monobeasts blocked your path. Unfortunately, following the ongoing pattern, someone would have to die for a new island to become accessible, and that was most defintiely not worth sating your burning curiosity. And so, you asked your closer friends, such as Hajime and Chiaki, to keep an eye out for a possible clue, but ultimately let it go, tossing the key into a accessory dish on the beside table of your cabin.

Speaking of your cabin, there you were, winding down for the night in your customized little cottage in the lineup of huts at the resort. It was cozy, a personalized type of dorm room substitute decked out with items to serve and encourage the development of your Super Highschool Level talent. The cream-colored canopy bed was pretty large for single student and super comfortable, and so on days when the survivor’s guilt wasn’t weighing on your mind like a plague, it was very easy to fall asleep quite quickly.

You’d been asleep for what must’ve been at least a couple of hours when a noise startled you awake. Still groggy and half-asleep, you spot the black and white bear you all hated so very much standing in the middle of your cottage.

“What the…” your words slurred, eyes barely open. You would’ve been freaking out at his appearance, had it not been extremely normal for the bear to pop up out of nowhere. That and the fact that it was against Monokuma’s rules for him to ever hurt a student on his own left you at ease and not fearing for your life.

“Oh, great, you’re awake! Would’ve been awkward if I had to crawl up on the bed and shake ya’ to life! Phew, saves me the trouble!” He giggled in his own little mischievous way as you sat up, giving him mostly your full attention. He never left until he made his point anyway, so why waste time arguing with him for interrupting your beauty sleep?

“Alright, alright what do you want? I’m still tired! Unless someone is dead, say what you need to say and leave…” you grumbled. Monokuma bristled at that.

“How rude! My time is very valuable, you know! Since you’ve been hurting your puny little brain trying to find the solution to that Love Key over there, here I am, going out of my way to help you! You should be more appreciative!” He growled, claws displayed.

“Love Key…?” You looked to the key on your bedside table, still in a bit of a daze. “So that’s what it’s called…” Still not much of a hint, you thought.

“Yep, yep! I’ll tell you how to use it!” He perked up once again. “You see, it opens the way to a very special place! A place you’ve searched many times before… however, it’s form has now changed!”

“Hmmm…” How curious… since you had in fact checked every available area multiple times over.

“You see, if you go visit the motel on the third island right about now, you’ll find it buzzing with an aura of lust and romance!” Your brow raised as he laughed impishly. “That key you got transforms the motel into a place you can clear out some of your most carnal desires at night, but… only the one with the key and… one other person will see this change!”

“What are you talking about?!” You were only half-awake before, but now you were sure you had to still be dreaming. What an insane concept. This is what he came to say? This nonsense?

“Oh, are you starting to get worked up? Are you ready to let it all hang out?” He began to sweat, a wicked, messed up grin on his face. “Your key will unlock a particular Love Suite at the motel,” he continued, barely containing his excitement, “and you and one other person will be invited to spend the night. There, you will be a part of that person’s fantasy. They will see you as their romantic ‘ideal’ and basically just swoon all over you. Think of it as a kind of sexy dream that lets you escape the cruel reality of the killing game! It’s their escape, too though, so it’s important for you to play the role your Love Suite partner wants you to! If you break character, your dear partner may very well wake up in anguish, all pent up and frustrated! And you wouldn’t want that, would you?” He snickered.

“This all sounds very inappropriate and embarrassing, so I think I’ll pass.” You grumbled, shuffling uncomfortably in your sheets. At this point, you just wanted him to go away.

“Oh, don’t worry! What happens there, stays there. Memories are wiped when you exit. Oh, and one last thing: anyone can show up there. Any of your classmates, even those who’ve passed on.

Well now, you had to be dreaming. Memories wiped, the motel transforming, and not to mention four of your classmates were very much dead… how could they show up? Seeing the look on your face, incredulous and lost in thought, Monokuma gasped softly to grab your attention, speaking up again:

“What’s wrong? You seem skeptical. Why not try it out for yourself, then?” If Monokuma were allowed to cause a killing, you’ve sworn this was a plot to set you up. Not that it mattered in a dream, anway. “Let love take hold! Take that ol’ Love Key for a spin!”

After much hesitance and with Monokuma having left your cabin nearly a half hour beforehand, you were now out walking alone, leaving the resort and making your way to the third island. You tried not to disturb your other classmates in their cabins, being sure not to make any noise as it must have been well past one in the morning. Sand and gravel crunched below your shoes as you walked rather hurriedly to the long wooden bridge that connected the islands. Moonlight shined off of your pajamas in the cool tropical night breeze, giving a small relief from the usual humidity, and if you weren’t sure this were a dream, you would’ve felt like an idiot, opening yourself up to being an easy target for a killing.

You wrapped your arms around your waist nervously. In the end, you were too curious not to try it out, but you had to admit, you were still mulling it over in your brain:

Their ideal… a shared fantasy… So they wouldn’t really see you as you are per se… but what did that mean? Did that mean that if they liked submissive cute pretty boys, that’s how you appeared to them? If they wanted a buff aggressive woman, you’d suddenly grow muscles? Would it all be an illusion? Maybe just your personality would change…

Play along, Monokuma had said…

Passing the hospital and music venue, you approached the motel and immediately noticed the change. The retro sign out front was now decked out in pink and red neon lettering boasting the words Love Motel. The building itself, once dingy, dirty and forgettable, now had spotlights and strobes out front and the yellow, beige and brown chipped paint had transformed into a Valentine’s-type aesthetic. Pinks, reds, whites, the typical colors of the heart and romance surrounded you and gave the motel a whole new vibe. The line of ground-level rooms were still present, and though you assumed your key only lead to one of them, you’d have no trouble figuring out which. One door in particular, smack dab in the middle seemed to be pulsing with life. The paint seemed to be a shade darker on this door, and pink smoke spilled out from underneath the crack. It was like it was luring you in, tempting you to enter. It was as if pheromones leaked from its crevices. You placed a shaky hand on the door knob, entered the key with the other, and gave it a twist. It opened with a hiss, like pressure releasing. You stepped inside, the door closing on its own behind you.

The room around you was mesmirizing, unlike anything you’d seen on Jabberwock Island before. Scattered around were velvety plush love seats and cushions in crimson reds and deep pinks. The carpet was luxurious and pink lava lamps stood nearly five feet tall in the corners of the room. Soft lighting set a dreamy mood. The floor underneath the carpet was checkered tile like a chessboard. Above you dangled a large, expensive-looking crystal chandelier with heart-shaped accents. In the middle of the room was a round, almost comically large bed with a thick red duvet and a mountain of pillows. Your eyes bounced around the room, taking it all in with wonder, until they settled on the area just beside the bed.

“No way…” You gasp lightly, hands coming up to cover your mouth.

“Hello there, (Y/N),” Nagito smiled back at you: genuine, warm, welcoming. His eyes creased into little lines with the expression. Dressed in his usual attire, he raised a hand to wave gently.

It was like every step of this journey, every new discovery proved over and over to you that this was in fact, a dream. You had to be asleep for Nagito to be here. Nagito… Out of all of your classmates, fate chose your crush to place upon you. It felt like an ambush, like a trap.

Your feelings for Nagito had blossomed almost immediately upon meeting him. There was physical attraction at first sight. He was tall, thin, with a pronounced Adam’s Apple and veiny arms. His pale skin was vampiric almost, translucent in the bright sun, especially when he went swimming with little on but his trunks. His hair was wispy like cotton candy, soft and full. You imagined running your hands through it often. You were lured in by his kind and helpful personality. After the first class trial, when you all learned of his true disposition, you fought to keep your feelings under wraps. He was dangerous, volatile, unstable, and a whole lot of other negative adjectives, so you held it all in.

Still, you couldn’t deny your attraction to the mystery that came along with him. He was obviously extremely intelligent, often moving behind the scenes and one step ahead of everyone else. His mind and the way it worked, just the way he talked was alluring to you. It often felt like he was flirting with you when you were around him. You just assumed he was just trying to butter you up to use you, trying to get closer to further his goals of “hope.”

You tried to be around him as little as possible, though… or that’s what you wanted your peers to perceive. You tried to only hang out with him when you had an excuse: looking for clues and evidence, during investigations, interrogating him, trying to get closer to him under the guise of wanting to control his crazy so he wouldn’t hurt your friends. In reality, you enjoyed every moment spent with him. He could be scary at times though for sure, getting all wild and frantic when speaking of the future and his plans for hope, or even knowing he was plotting when he was quiet. Which is why it was so odd that he was almost… shy at the moment?

“(Y/N)...?” He cleared his throat, gaining your attention once again. Shaken out of your trance, you made eye contact with him, feeling instantly a bit shy yourself.

“Yes, Nagito?” You speak softly, never moving an inch. This felt surreal.

“I knew it would be you…” He smiled just barely and took a step forward, a gleam in his eye.

“Nagito… do you know what’s going on here?” You inquired, and he nodded enthusiastically. Always a step ahead.

“When I learned of this place, I just knew it would be you that showed… after all, you’re the ultimate shining hope that eclipses all others! It could only be you!” His arms were outstretched as if to embrace you, or welcoming you to embrace him, but yet he didn’t step any closer.

Ah, yes, his ideal… you think to yourself. He was obviously very mentally ill, you’d gathered, obsessed with the idea of hope even if there had to be an event of despair that preceded in order to propel forward such hope. Sometimes it was vague, to you at least, what hope meant to him. He seemed to know very well what he meant, though nobody else did. Not one hundred percent of the time, anyway.

“So, where should I begin? Tell me how best to serve you! Let me please you!” He took a large stride forward, grasping your hand in his own and bringing it to his lips in a gentlemanly gesture. Like some victorian nobleman greeting a lady, he kissed the back of your knuckles as if he revered and respected you highly. Taken aback by the sudden action, you jerked your hand away.

You felt hesitant… Weren’t you supposed to be his ideal? Why is he all up on you, then, asking to serve and please you?

“Please, allow me to be your stepping stone. Use me, let me be your tool for hope! I know I’m less than nothing, but if I can help you even a microscopic amount, I can die happy!” He fell to his knees, wrapping around your legs like a child latching onto their mother. He looked quite pathetic, actually. He ran a cold, pale hand up and under the pant leg of your pajamas and you shivered. Your heart rate began to pick up at the skin to skin contact. “Whip me if it pleases you, if it feels better and relieves your stress. Hit me! Take out your build-up from the day on me, so you can continue to work hard for the cause of hope!”

This is wrong… You shook him off gently, backing away until your back hit the door. He stood, a displeased look across his face.

“Nagito…”

“Am I fucking it up? I can do better, please. I’ll do anything for you!” He began to shuck off his outer layer of clothing, his green coat. You found your eyes instantly glued to the veiny expanse of his ghostly white arms, the callous of his knuckles, the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed when he swallowed nervously and-

No… this is wrong! You repeatedly to yourself mentally. Reluctance, sweat running down the back of your neck, this awkward knot in your stomach. You felt confused. This had to be wrong. He probably didn’t really feel this way. Not about you, anyway. Monokuma influenced this for sure… obviously. How could he see you as an ideal? There was no way… you had to get out of here… back to your room and…

But then again… this was a dream. Your mind wandered. This was some kind of freakish lucid dream that you could be aware of and be in control of. Who could fault you for enjoying a dream? When would you ever get an opportunity like this - with your crush of all people - ever again? Maybe you should just… let go… enjoy the night.

Nagito, now devoid of his coat, crossed his arms at his pelvis, taking up the bottom hem of his white t-shirt and began to lift it with the intent to remove it altogether, exposing his belly button and the veins that ran down his lower abdomen. He looked to you for approval. He couldn’t help but notice that even with his eagerness to please, you had a twisted expression on your face. It was uncertain, puzzled, maybe upset with his efforts? You certainly weren’t paying attention to him, that was for sure. He let go of the shirt, and it fell back into place.

“Am I still disappointing you?” His words brought you back to the present, and you looked him up and down once again, stepping a bit forward and back fully into the suffocating ambience of the suite. You were tempted, so very tempted by the mere sight of him. Monokuma had said this was a building of lust and romance. “It is to be expected. I am a total filthy useless loser, and you are the epitome of goodness and cleanliness in this world.” He spoke matter-of-factly, now approaching you again, circling you like a hawk with it’s prey. “Hmmm… well maybe, you aren’t as clean as you’d like people to think?” Suddenly, more forceful than you’d ever seen him, you found yourself pushed back, up against the wall, and he held you there, pinned by his own body weight.

“N-Nagito!” You sputtered, more shocked by the position he now had you in than than anything else so far on this very strange night. But wasn’t he all submissive just a second ago? This is what you meant by volatile, unstable…

“Ah well, that’s fine with me, as long as you’re the ray of hope the world needs you to be outside of the bedroom…” His thin fingers trailed up your forearms until they met your hands. Interlocking your fingers with his own, he forced them up and beside your head, locking you into place against the red wall. You swallowed, suddenly feeling very small. His eyes seemed dreamy, lazily glazed over and sultry. A crooked smirk formed upon seeing your flustered reaction. “I have no issue changing strategies…” He leaned forward, whispering suggestively into the shell of your ear. He could feel you tremble at that, content to let him take over. “Your reactions are quite telling.” His grip slipped down from your fingers to your wrists. There was a shit-eating grin, a condescending tone behind his seemingly effortless bravado.

What you were starting to realize was that Nagito could be whoever he needed to be at any given moment in order to meet his goals. In an instant, he could change and adapt. His personality shifted just like that. You questioned how the groveling servant-like act from before could flip into this dominant, aggressively contrasting performance, but that was just it. Nagito’s fantasy was to be the stepping stone that would support and propel the greatest hope the world had ever seen to glory, to have that beacon of hope see him as useful and genuinely feel like he means the world to them. He did this by enabling them to do their best, whatever the cost, therefore, their fantasy was his fantasy. Being what they needed and wanted, that was all he wanted. Their pleasure was his pleasure, like an endlessly looping cycle. You didn’t seem to respond well to the sniveling slave character, so now, he would show you that you could be made to submit to him, that he could be your ideal and force you to relinquish control. If that’s what you wanted, he would fill that role.

His grip on your wrists tightened, a bit painfully. You sucked in air through your teeth at the pressure. He was so lanky and thin, you’d never guess he was this strong. You probably couldn’t shake him off unless you used your full strength and and the boost of an adrenaline rush. Your eyelids fluttered closed, finally accepting the blissful feeling this dream could provide.

“I can tell you like this… You’re trying to hold back all reactions and sounds, but you should just let go… I know already… I know~” He teased, leaning in until his forehead touched yours. The closeness, the invasion of your personal space excited him. He truly didn’t have many opportunities for physical touch in his life. Knowing it was with his ideal match, this experience, all of it set his heart ablaze in his chest. “Who would’ve thought? Heh, wait until the others hear you’re not so innocent…” You knew Nagito as one who never missed a beat, that’s why he was so useful in class trials and during investiagations. So of course he noticed when your bottom lip quivered and the tiniest, quietest moan escaped the depths of your throat. He exhaled amusedly, a puff of satisfaction through his nostrils. A checkmate of sorts. “Oh? You seem to like even the threat of me telling…” He was smug, so very smug.

“N-No, that’s not true…” You breathed out an overstimulated, constrained response.

“You want me to be meaner to you?” It was posed as a question, but he wasn’t asking for permission. Without waiting for a response, he firmly pressed his mouth to yours, lips enveloping your own. Your head tilted to meet his, melding perfectly into each other. Your hands itched, begging to be allowed move, to run your fingers through his hair, but he wouldn’t release his grip on your wrists. He loved to feel you struggle against him. Pulling back from the kiss, he allowed you a moment of air. “Okay, okay… I’ll extend this one little kindness…” he whispered, throaty and intoxicating. He let go of your left wrist, using that hand instead to move to the front of your pajama shirt. He popped upon the first button with a single graceful movement. With your newly freed hand, you savored your first little taste of the cloud-like texture at your fingers. You were in heaven. His hair was just as fluffy and soft as you’d always imagined.

As his fingers descended down and down, removing the obstacles of every button in his way, you looked over his shoulder at the expansive, lavish bed behind him. It seemed a very long night was ahead of you.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 months

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Iruma's Finest Hour: Part 3.

*PTCHOO!* *PTCHOO!* *PTCHOO!*

BUAGH! AGH!?

Yeah! You ain't touchin' these babies! OR this baby!

Mrrrgh!

*WHACK!* *SLASH!*

ACK!

*PTCHOO!*

*Now fending for herself as she ascends the tower to the big gun up top, Monokuma's rush down and sack the Ultimate Inventor, with only a few of them getting shot down before they're forced to pursue her.

Hoh...Hoh...! Hoh...!

PUHUHUHUHU! READY TO DIE!?

Huh?

*ffzzzzzz...*

...!

OH SHIT-

*BOOOONNGGGG!* *FZZZZZRRRT!*

*When the Monokuma's attempt to pursue Miu after she has led them around a corner, they are met with nothing more than a dead end. A bit too late, they discover an Electrobomb at their feet. Before they can destroy it, it explodes, rendering them all inoperable.

Phew...

...

*Miu and Natsumi poke their heads out of the floor grate and continue until they get to the console room. With Big Bang Monokuma now so close, the entire infrastructure of the Tower starts to shake and crumble.

_______________________________________________________

HAH! Made it! Oh, good thing I'm a genius!

Haha!

Mona: Miu! Give me a status report!

We made it! The kid and I got up here in one piece. How are the rest of you.

Keebo: Emeleven and I are trying to hold off Big Bang, but the AI inside must know we're trying to slow it down. We're doing the best we can, but it'll be on you in seconds if you don't hurry!

Taichi: Are you sure this will work?

I've never tested this weapon at full power before! I know we're short on time, but I need you guys to buy me some!

Mona: Don't worry. Charging sequence has been initiated. The energy will be shooting up to you.

Hikaru: I am ready as well. Though I definitely need help manning this machinery.

The scientists will have your back. Now let's get to work people.

Hngh...

Don't worry kid...It'll be alright...

*Miu takes Natsumi off her back and places her down on the control deck. The ultimate weapon of the Tower emerges from the ground hatch after the inventor presses a few buttons on the console.

Right...Now we gotta get this thing to the roof...

Mm...

Don't worry. No one's gonna come up and bother us. I laid some traps down beforehand.

You can't see it, but there's an electronic barrier in a dome shape around this room that the enemies can't get through. They'll explode if they try.

*Miu starts plugging wires into the cannon, then smacks a button on the control deck. The floor beneath the cannon starts to rise, and slowly it's carried to the roof.

Mii-Yu: Big Bang Monokuma will be on us in T-1 minute and 30 seconds.

Come on you guys! Hurry!

Keebo: Wait...Miu watch out! someⱦħīꞥꞡ'ꞩ ħēⱥđīꞥꞡ ɏꝋᵾɍ ⱳⱥɏ!

Wait, what?

Mona: Ꝋᵾɍ ȼꝋᵯᵯꞩ ⱥɍē ƀēīꞥꞡ ⱦⱥᵯꝑēɍēđ ⱳīⱦħ! Ⱦħēɏ ᵯᵾꞩⱦ んﾑ√乇 ᄃﾑひムんｲの刀!

Keebo: ጮጎ፱! ልርኡ!?

KEEBO!? MONA!? ANYONE!?

*SMMAAAAAAAASSH!*

!!!??

RAAWRR!

*BANG!*

AGH-!?

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mandymorisdraigynss · 4 days

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Up on the table today is an Izuru Kamukura written execution! This was made a year ago and I only minorly edited it this year, so it might not be the best piece of work...

When you see the cut, that's when the gore kicks in. Feel free to scroll past it.

HOPE’S PEAKS’ MONSTER/FRANKENSTEIN OF NORMALITY

Ultimate Hope

Izuru Kamukura’s

Execution: Executed

Izuru is wearing a hospital gown. He walks into a plain white room, filled to the brim with Monokumas. Some are with clipboards, and all with long lab coats. Izuru is on a stage: They are elevated off the ground, towering above the already tiny Monokumas. One Monokuma, leading the bunch, points at Izuru and seemingly commands them to do something. Unbothered, Izuru walks over to an easel, next to them, on the stage. They start painting – and are finished in mere seconds. The Monokumas attempt to write things down, but are quickly pushed down by more Monokumas, with a range of emotions. Some are awestruck; they are amazed. Some are crying tears of happiness, some are yelling and screaming, talking about the painting. It is clear that every Monokuma in the room is genuinely impressed. This is for good reason, of course. The painting is beautiful — Every stroke has been planted carefully, every colour matches and every line goes on to make absolute perfection. Despite how robotic it looks, of course. But surely that can be overlooked.

When the Monokumas calm down (which takes an awfully long time, mind you,) one of them drags a whiteboard onto the stage, handing Izuru a marker. Izuru is still unbothered. They know this is an execution and they are not particularly fond of these last-minute shenanigans. Soon enough, Izuru pops off the marker cap, and starts scribbling things on the board. Complex maths problems that even the mathematicians of today have not figured out.

A loud snap is heard. A Monokuma has pointed something out to Izuru.

Izuru has made a mistake, and it wasn't something the Monokuma made up or edited, or even tricked him into. Izuru had made a genuine mistake, and they knew it. Before they could even start thinking about how this could've happened, several Monokumas had grabbed Izuru and started dragging them away.

Izuru ends up in a surgical room. The Monokumas are now wearing hair scrubs and masks; They've taped them down to a surgical table. The table is cross shaped.

Monokumas all around them grab various surgical tools — while they wave them around at Izuru threateningly, other Monokumas bring out trays full of varying body parts.

When all the trays are brought to the surgical table, the Monokumas go ham. They start slicing at Izuru’s body parts. Arms, legs, torso, everything. Bones break, limbs are twisted, and you can hear the cracks in every joint as they're torn from Izuru’s body. Their eye is taken out, their nails are pulled… The chunks of them that have been ripped out are replaced, with the very same organs on the trays. Yet, those are not the only parts being used. No, parts of Izuru themselves are rearranged, in mostly the wrong spot. The ones that are correctly placed get stitched up, but then brutally torn out. Stitched up, torn out. Stitched up, torn out…

Until there's nothing left. Until it's just an assortment of body parts and blood. A twisted Frankenstein of body parts… an incoherent mixture of parts, all harvested from the remains of the Reserve Course long dead, the stem of Izuru’s existence. The reason they exist, the cocoon they emerged from and left behind. How many of the Reserve Course would’ve died to be a part of Izuru? Then again, they already were, and already had. They were finally what they yearned to be the most.

The Reserve Course had died for Izuru’s sins.

The process has been reversed once and for all.

It's hard to tell if there's any Izuru left on the surgery table. Their body had been mutilated so badly, it could read only as a pile of gore in the shape of a cross. How despairing it was to be turned into the very thing they despised, that they used to be. Was the body ever even theirs? They are erased, just like the person who once inhabited it so long ago.

The Monokumas lift the corpse off the table, ready to see how their little experiment fairs in the real world.

It falls to the ground as soon as they let go.

Splat! Experiment success.

#Izuru Kamukura #danganronpa #sdr2 #fanmade excecution #writing #spoilers for Danganronpa #dr3 #danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school #super danganronpa 2 #religious symbolism #reserve course mentioned!?!#written gore #danganronpa execution #mandythinks #mandywrites

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backpocketkazoo · 3 months

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hii, what if monokuma with a sleepy s/o ? ^^

🤍Monokuma x Sleepy! Reader HCs🖤

Hi anon this is so real

🤍 I think Monokuma would hit you with something along the lines of poor thang or “You’re so pitiful ain’t cha?”

-> The connotation can range from being more on the sarcastic side to more endearing.. This just depends on his mood and how you guys normally interact.

🖤 He’ll find your tiredness amusing (and dare I say charming)

🤍 Maybe he’ll give your face a squish

-> DON’T IMAGINE HIS CLAWS DIGGING INTO YOUR SKIN WHILE HE DOES THIS. OR THAT IT ISN’T PAINFUL. OR THAT IT FEELS MORE LIKE THEY’RE GRAZING AGAINST YOUR CHEEKS. DON’T DO IT.

🖤His willingness to cuddle with you depends on the nature of your relationship, but nonetheless whenever the idea is initially brought up between the two of you, he refuses.

-> Some people will be able to break him easier than others, it doesn’t mean he likes you any more or less, per se. It’s just that he’s stubborn and he has a sense of superiority over others.

-> Your personality, dynamics, and even how far into the relationship you are with him will affect how he behaves to a degree.

🤍 Maybe he’ll start off with sleeping on the far side of the bed away from you. Then either you wear him down enough that he gives up and sleeps by your side or he warms up to the idea, whichever comes first. (Not that he’ll admit to wanting to sleep with you.)

🖤If it’s the latter, he’ll act like you made him break with how many times you’ve asked (even if weren’t being super persistent about it). Then Monokuma will loudly huff while getting situated next to you, making it out like it was a big deal.

-> I think he’d huff a few times to “get his point across”

🤍 I also think in the beginning Monokuma would face away from you, keeping his arms to his side. But over time, he’d turn to face you, burying his face into you.

-> It would take a while for him to initiate holding you back, but at this point, if you snaked your arms under his he wouldn’t move.

🖤 Eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms will become a routine and he’ll stop saying things about it. He makes it out to seem like he’s doing you a huge favor for doing it though, and won’t admit that he likes it.

🤍 He doesn’t like it when you toss and turn. He’ll get onto you for it. Pick a damn place already. 😔

🖤 There’s something about Monokuma’s shape and size and he just fits so perfectly in your arms.. whether you want to bury your face into his chest, or rest your chin on top of his head.

-> His fur is also incredibly soft and soothing to run your hands against. His weight also makes him feel like that of a weighted blanket :-]

🤍 Lastly, I think Monokuma would be kinder to you while you’re asleep. Maybe talk to you quietly so you don’t wake up. It’s not like anyone’s watching him, he doesn’t have a reputation to live up to in that moment. Who’s gonna find out?

#anon u sent this while I was going thru a period where I couldn’t sleep for days😭#I think about this a lot if you couldn’t tell #monokuma x reader

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tobiasdrake · 7 months

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Time's up.

The final hour arrives and it is so tense. Despite Monokuma's best provocations,

No one is willing to play the game. No one is willing to kill another participant to prevent the Monokuma swarm. There is only one Killing Intent here and she's got her eye on the Mastermind's skull.

Three plans are taking shape right now, and not one of them is "I'll do it, I'll commit a murder so I can escape, who's an easy target?" There is no Sayaka to be found here.

To the game room, under Kaito's leadership, we have students uniting in solidarity to fend off the ravenous hordes of Monokumas.

Students who would sooner die with weapons in hand than play along with Tsumugi's script, meeting to form their strategy for how to fight the homicidal teddy bears.

In the library, we have Rantaro. His survivor perk from winning DR52 in hand: A complete map of the building, with secret areas clearly marked. Plotting to hunt down the Mastermind and put an end to the Killing Game, and selecting the worst possible time to investigate the secret door in the library and see if he can't crack it.

Seriously, my dude, you had two days to do this. Why now?

And in the classroom above, we have Kaede. Shot put ball in her backpack. Trap armed and set. Just waiting for the sensor in Shuichi's hand to beep, to notify them that the Mastermind has had their identity revealed to the cameras is in position.

All while Tsumugi sips her ginger tea in her control room, having entered through the other secret door, watching Rantaro and Kaede's plans gradually approach intersection and all but praying to Atua that the season-salvaging miracle will occur.

Literally, if Rantaro had just picked a better day to do this, Tsumugi's show would have ended in a whimper. She was a hair's breadth from disaster. But then it happens.

There's that "everything I was holding" business again. What were you holding, Kaede? And where did you drop it?

Can you imagine being Tsumugi at this moment? This is it. The ball is in motion, quite literally. The fate of your season lives or dies on what happens in this moment. And. Then.

Yeah so it turns out that it's super hard to actually kill someone by blind-firing a shot put ball from another room entirely. The overcomplex mechanism for murder did not work. I repeat, it did not work. You are fucked. Your Killing Game is fucked. This was your last hope to salvage your hack writing and now you are fucked.

I mean. What else can you even do at that point but

Make it work somehow.

This is it. The ultimate parallel with the brilliant but fictional character Tsumugi is trying so hard to live down to. While Junko planned for desperate measures and was surprised when they proved unnecessary, Tsumugi planned for these kids to kill each other willingly and was forced to resort to desperate measures.

This is the moment of abject failure that will ultimately be not only her undoing, but the undoing of Danganronpa itself.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #revisiting drv3

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abeinginsand · 9 months

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3E from outfit set 2 for taylor?

I went a bit overboard haha. Taylor is one of my favorite characters so always happy to draw him and thought the outfit was pretty. Thank you for requesting! (Also Scary helped him with the little bit of makeup in the selfie sketch) Outfit set 1, Outfit set 2 Image description in Alt and copied below:

A colored sketchpage of Taylor in a black strapless crop top and black skirt with a blue translucent coat over top and black thigh high boots. He is shown jumping in the air with both hands in the devil horns pose and kicking his left leg forward while the right leg points down. The top center drawing shows the teen leaning against a cabinet and posing with a sword over his shoulder and three decorative knives on the wall. The top right has a copy of the art meme outfit reference. The bottom left scene is Taylor taking a selfie while sitting with his go bag and fold up cane. He is grinning with braces and one fang visible and his phone case has a monokuma danganronpa sticker on it. Taylor has on blue eye shadow and has used makeup to shape the moles under each eye like hearts. There are also extra hearts below the moles. The last sketch shows Taylor spinning around in his skirt with a happy smile. Sparkles surround him in this scene and the sword one while the selfie one is surrounded in flowers. Most of the sketches include Taylor's blue star shaped earrings or blue hoop or stud earrings.

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #dndads #dndads fanart #art #abeinginsand art tag #sketches #art requests

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dangans-ur-ronpas · 4 months

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Chapter 2

Give it up for part twoooo

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

From what I know, very few blind people actually perceive their surroundings as complete darkness, and it's more common for people to still perceive changes in light.

For Byakuya, he has low vision, so he can see color and vague outlines, but finer details are more or less impossible. Get Gaussian blurred, idiot.

I'll include content warning tags before each chapter but if I miss anything please let me know.

Content warning tags: mild ableist language (from Byakuya towards himself). Let me know if I need more

< previous - from start - next >

'A killing game!'

The irritating voice of that teddy bear principal is still ringing in Byakuya's head, in time to a sickening, dizzying migraine as he navigates the hall, looking for his room. He grits his teeth with it, feeling fury, disgust, and unease prickling along his skin.

It hadn't even been that long since he was subjected to his family's own inheritance battle, and here he was again in another high-stakes game. With a disability, no less, though Monokuma hadn't mentioned anything about it during his whole spiel about 'graduating' and such. It was entirely possible that Monokuma hadn't planned for it, or else, wasn't responsible for it happening - the bear's personality didn't strike him as someone to be polite enough about someone else's misfortune to not make a show out of it, and Byakuya was sure that if this was part of the game, than everyone else would have some kind of impairment as well, though no one had mentioned such a thing at all.

It was fine. Or, it should be fine; after all, he was Byakuya Togami, the sole heir and savior of the Togami name. He’s survived worse situations. He was the only one out of his father's 16 children to prove themselves worthy, and it was by virtue of his own superior blood and talent, and there was a time where there was nothing in this world that he couldn't conquer.

But now...

He makes it to the end of the hallway and stops, exhaling slowly to calm himself. It was no good. Walking at a normal distance away from the signs made it hard for him to make out who the little pixel icons were supposed to be, much less read the names written on each of the plaques, and the fuzz of pain in his head was blurring his vision even more. He bites his tongue and turns around again. At this point, it was supposed to be nearing the ten PM mandate, so hopefully everyone should be in their rooms, and wouldn't bear witness to his pathetic wandering.

As he turns the corner, he nearly collides with a small shape. As it is, his clumsy attempt to sidestep the incoming figure leads to him stumbling slightly against the wall, and a hand reaches out to catch him by the elbow.

"Hey, are you okay?!" Makoto Naegi. Byakuya bites his tongue on a curse; this was the last person he wanted to run into. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to figure out where everything was, I didn't get a chance to earlier, because, of, you know..."

Byakuya did know, in fact. Earlier, when tensions had been at their peak in the gymnasium, it would have been wiser to stand back and listen as they tried to decide what to do next, but he had been uneasy. He tried to rationalize with himself that the snide comments and casual insults he threw were simply a means to establish himself as what he was in the eyes of others; capable and above all their concerns, and certainly not worried in any way himself.

As a result, he'd provoked Owada, with some snub that he didn’t even remember - something about plankton? Arguably not the best he could have come up with in the heat of the moment. - and Naegi, trying to diffuse the situation, had gotten smacked, and knocked out cold. As Owada took responsibility for his mindless violence and took Naegi to his room, it was decided that everyone should be accompanied by at least one person, at least, with the reasoning that no one would be stupid enough to try and go killing at this point anyways. Byakuya reluctantly agreed, and followed Asahina and Ogami.

Ordinarily, he might have insisted on moving alone, to try and discover anything regarding the mastermind responsible for their situation. But he felt too vulnerable as it was, and paranoid about what might happen if he was on his own again. It made most sense to try and stay by the side of the strongest person here, after all, and Ogami seemed too honor-bound to be intent on killing anyone and Asahina seemed too kind-hearted to begin with. Owada joined their group shortly after, though he had calmed down at this point, and both he and Byakuya pointedly ignored each other throughout the exploration.

Their search was rather fruitless, however. There was no way out, and no way in; windows were sealed by metal plates, doors and exits sealed by steel, and Byakuya suspected that even punching through a wall would be a pointless endeavor, given how the Academy was built to withstand even a bomb.

And this place was Hope's Peak Academy, or at least, a very faithful rendition of it. Kirigiri had gone off on her own and returned with a map, somehow, of the first floor, and it supposedly matched the layout of the original Hope's Peak Academy to a T, aside from the metal barriers. In any case, that meant that the mastermind had the wealth and resources to imprison them in a very secure place, with no hope of escape.

It was another bombshell on top of all the shocking news they had already received, but Byakuya found he could hardly be surprised about it. At this point, he was tired, and more frazzled than he ever had been in recent memory, and wanted nothing more to sleep. He glares at Naegi. "Let go of me."

Naegi does, dropping his arm like a hot pan and stepping backwards. "Um...what are you doing here?"

"None of your business." He snaps. He needed to avoid observant types, like Celeste and Kirigiri, and most importantly, like Naegi. The two girls seemed too smart and calculating, but that meant they weren't likely to reveal his secret yet if they already knew, not unless they had something to gain from him; he had no doubt that the Ultimate Gambler, at the very least, would try and blackmail him somehow before blabbing. Naegi, on the other hand, was also observant, but also stupid and hopelessly honest, and if Byakuya wasn't careful, the idiotic Ultimate Luckster would tell everyone about his affliction before he could do anything about it.

He straightens up, and starts walking again, trying to ignore the sound of Naegi's footsteps pattering after him. He needs to find his room, and quickly, and preferably without drawing the other boy's suspicion - but it was no good. The nameplates were still little more than black-and-white blurs, and he wasn't about to do something as demeaning as reaching out to feel the letters...

"Oh, hey! Your room is next to Mondo's!" Naegi chirps up, and Byakuya freezes. "You're the third door on this side. I'm diagonal from yours, but I'm only second from the hall entrance, so that's not as good..."

"What are you talking about?" In any other circumstance, it might have just been a meaningless comment from a meaningless person. But because it came from Naegi, it only served to set him further on edge. "And why are you following me?"

"I'm just...trying to get back to my room?" Naegi hurriedly explains. "I...my mom always said three was a lucky number, and your room is third from the entrance, so..."

But Byakuya doesn't relax. He thought Naegi stupid earlier, and he still clearly was, but apparently he was slyer than originally thought. This blunt and clumsy kindness was either a ploy to get his guard down, or else, a poorly-concealed attempt at misplaced pity. Either way was repulsive to him, and he cringed at the thought of needing to take handouts from a commoner brat.

"Go away. I'm sick of looking at you." He snarls, and in better circumstances, he would have a better comeback. But Naegi takes the hint and scurries off, bee-lining for his door; which, sure enough, was second from the hallway's entrance on the opposite side. Byakuya waits until his door is entirely closed, before turning to the room that the other boy had pointed out, tracing fingers over the nameplate.

Sure enough, there were the characters of his name, stamped neatly in the wood. He tries the handle and finds it unlocked, and as he enters, he sees the layout of a room - nothing extravagant, but everything seems clean and orderly. He runs his hands over the white sheets of the bed, and finds them soft and of decent quality.

His key is located on the small table in his room with his name engraved on the keychain. His bathroom door doesn't lock, but the amenities are all there. There's an unopened toolkit in the nightstand. His clothes were clean and folded away neatly in the drawers. Everything was as the others had said.

He settles onto the bed with a sigh, falling backwards. It'd been a long time since he felt so exhausted. That throbbing pain was still pounding at his temples, and he wonders if there were painkillers in the school somewhere. He'd have to go looking for them later, somehow...

But he doesn't spend long pondering that, before the room flickers to darkness, and he falls asleep.

Once he managed to get a sense of where everything was, it became much easier to conceal his impairment from the others.

It all came down to a matter of confidence, purposeful movements and good timing, things that already came naturally to him. The good etiquette practices of his upbringing helped too, as during the mealtimes he was always careful where he set down his utensils or his cup, so he was never fumbling around for them. After a few laps around the school in the solitude of the early morning, he became familiar with the locations of the first floor facilities and could locate them by memory. When it came to finer details, like laundry, he carefully made sure so as to be in the room at the same time as Ishimaru, whose moral code would keep him from being a real danger, and whose habit of moving like a exaggerated robot made it easy for Byakuya to figure out how to do the laundry himself, though he ended up ruining a few of his shirts until he got it right. Even Monokuma proved to be a help, making timely announcements in the morning and the evening, which saved Byakuya from needing to rely on reading a clock.

There were some things he couldn't overcome, however. For one, pretending to be normal was exhausting, and keeping his eyes open for long periods of time, trying to focus on all these vague, wiggly outlines without obviously squinting often led to pulsing, insistent headaches that made him feel lightheaded and ill, and he would often collapse into bed as soon as he reached his room, exhausted. Furthermore, his E-handbook proved to be a nightmare to try and navigate. The words and icons were indiscernible to him, and he couldn't even begin to try and find the settings to increase the display size. If he held it close to his face and squinted, he might make out some vague shapes that could be puzzled into the letters of his name, but all-in-all it was impossible. He spent a good portion of his second night struggling over it before he finally gave up and tossed the thing onto his nightstand, frustrated with it and himself.

But it was fine even with these hindrances. Ishimaru's insistence on morning meetings included a thorough read-through of any new changes made through the handbook, which saved Byakuya from having to puzzle over it himself, and most new events were also announced by Monokuma, who was quite thorough in ensuring that no one could make a claim to ignorance when it came to new developments.

It was through one of these announcements, that they learned of the first motive.

Byakuya does not approach the box of discs in the A/V room.

Everyone else had already grabbed theirs and was watching their assigned videos. And already, their previous optimism was falling apart, and giving away to despair. He could hear cries of disbelief and outrage, amidst the quiet murmur of the videos' narration, and could make out the way their forms hunched over in grief, or jerked stiff in shock. At this point, his would be the last one in the box, so he wouldn't need to sort through it - but he had a feeling he knew what he might see.

He couldn't imagine it'd be anyone in his family. His mother was long gone, and his father was as distant to him as a statue; something to be respected, certainly, but not to be loved. That had always been their relationship, and even if he saw that man dead, he doubted he'd feel much more than a brief blip of surprise, and a passing acknowledgement of the transference of his titles.

But he doubted Monokuma didn't know that, and probably chose video subjects with the intention to shock and dismay. If Byakuya had to guess, the subject of his video would be his butler, Pennyworth, and probably the only person he had ever really cared about for a long time; but even if he watched the video, it wouldn't do much for him. Togami servants were expendable, and no matter how much affection he had for the old man, he knew that Pennyworth could never be an exception to the rule.

He only half-listens to Enoshima's attempts at getting everyone to calm down and talk, before a blur of dark blue and white clips him on the shoulder, speeding past him for the door. Sayaka Maizono, the pop star, had just about bowled him over in an attempt to escape the room, and he catches himself with a grunt, bracing an arm against the wall.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Asks someone, Hagakure, and Byakuya scowls and smacks away the hand that goes to help him up.

“I’m fine.” He spits. Of course, lesser people would be affected by such pathetic attempts at riling them up, and it wasn't surprising that Maizono was one of them, considering her position. People that deep in the entertainment industry always had something big to lose.

"Byakuya, what was your video about?" Asks someone else, and he clenches his teeth. He wants to get out of here, and from what he could tell, a good few others have already left. But he needs to get rid of his own DVD first - even if he had no plans on watching the thing, he had no intentions of letting anyone else do so, and possibly gaining any kind of leverage over him, no matter how small.

"Who knows." He replies curtly. He heads for the box, and sure enough, there's only one video remaining. He picks it up and turns on his heel.

"Where are you going?"

"Where else?" He pauses at the door, one hand on the handle as he glances over his shoulder. "To burn it."

He doesn't burn it, in the end. He considers it, but then realizes he actually wasn't sure how to work the incinerator, and wouldn't be able to read the instructions anyways. Instead, he tosses it at the trash can in his room, and he sits down heavily on his bed, fatigue lapping at his limbs.

It was too good to hope that everyone would be able to keep it together after this. Despite the optimism, tensions had been running high, and now there was no way someone wasn't going to snap. Byakuya could only hope he wouldn't be in the vicinity when it happened.

Who could he stick next to now? Previously, he had opted to spend his time either in his room, or when the boredom had become too overwhelming, in the company of at least one of the others. His list of 'safe' individuals included Asahina, Ogami, Fujisaki, Ishimaru, Hakagure, and Yamada, and as annoying and frivolous as they were, they were at least either too principled or too stupid to be threatening, and could make for some decently amusing entertainment. He usually spent his time sitting silently in the same room as them, with a book or a magazine open in his hands as they talked and blathered on about whatever concerned them.

Now, however, his safety with them was compromised. As usual, the only one he could rely on was himself.

Except he wasn't reliable anymore either. Without his eyes, he could no longer be certain of anything. He couldn't even read, and that fact frustrated him to no end. He presses the balls of his palms to his closed eyelids, feeling the warmth of the pressure bloom in his skull.

What am I going to do?

He couldn't remember the last time he felt so unsure about anything.

These thoughts turn over and over in his head, as he considers every possible course of action, mostly finding only dead-ends. If only he could lock himself in his room forever - but that was a coward’s choice, and a shameful one to take. If only he could know what everyone else's motive was, it would help him gauge their threat level - but no, that would mean having to get close enough to them in the first place to get an honest answer, and that might end up revealing his sorry state. If only he could see - but of course, that was impossible, and just wishful thinking rather than anything helpful.

It was circles within circles, and his head was beginning to throb again…

He must have fallen asleep, because when he wakes up, it's to a tinny ding-dong ringing from the speakers in his room.

Disoriented, he half-thinks it's Monokuma's nighttime announcement. But no, it didn't sound quite right, surely he hadn't been asleep for that long? And then it happens again, and it finally clicks together. The doorbell.

He's on his feet in an instant, pulse rocketing. Has it already started? Was someone here for his life?

No...it's too soon, he reasons with himself. No matter how desperate someone might be, it had been clearly stated that the killing needed to happen discreetly, so that a class trial could occur. To try and attempt a murder so soon after the revealing of the motive was too careless, too obvious; and there was no way he could have been targeted as that easy a victim already. Not when he'd been so careful.

But even so...

He opens his nightstand drawer and fumbles for the toolkit, ripping it open with clumsy fingers and retrieving a thin screwdriver that he grips tightly in his right hand. It probably wouldn't do much good against an athletic person like Ogami or Owada, but it was a reassuring thing to have, and he feels the ridges of the handle digging into his palm as he reaches for the doorknob.

The doorbell is chiming again just as he rips the door open, screwdriver half-raised in warning, and the figure who had been standing there yelps and falls backwards. It doesn't take long for Byakuya to recognize that annoying voice, or the ugly green-brown mush of his clothing.

"You." He says stiffly, and the cowering shape of Makoto Naegi flinches on the floor in front of him. He lets the hand holding the screwdriver drop to his side, though his grip remains firm. "What do you want?"

It's a redundant question. He suspects that he knows what Naegi plans to ask, being the nosy, deceitful peasant that he was. Naegi was the type to go around, check on how everyone was doing, ask politely what their videos were about, with seemingly nothing but good intentions and complete honesty. He would try to offer support and encouragement, all while trying to know more, weaseling them for information for the sake of his own curiosity and use; Byakuya hated people like him the most.

"I...I just wanted to check in on you?" His voice is nervous, a little squeaky, and he clears his throat. "You didn't come for dinner."

Was that right? He lifts his wrist on habit, about to check his watch, before remembering he wasn't even wearing it. There wasn't any point when he couldn't even use it anymore. "Don't tell me you're all still having dinner together after all that," He laughs back, voice cold and unamused. "Are you really that stupid?"

There's no response for a moment. "N-no, we didn't. Just about everyone ate back in their own rooms. But I didn't see you go to get food, and neither did anyone else."

"So? What does that matter to you?"

"I'm just worried," There's a stern sort of gentleness in his voice now, and one that throws Byakuya off much more than it should. "Ishimaru said that even if we were shaken up now, we should eat something tonight so we can be strong for tomorrow morning...and, um, we should do our best to get through this together."

"'Together?'" Byakuya repeats, disbelievingly. "Are you even hearing yourself? We're supposed to kill each other." He huffs another mirthless laugh. "I can't tell if you're actually that stupid or just insane."

"I know, I know, but still. That's no excuse to not eat." Naegi shuffles to his feet. He stands nearly half-a-head below Byakuya's eye level, but his back is straight and resolute. It strikes Byakuya then, that he must be determined, because there was no way he missed the screwdriver in Byakuya's hand, or the threatening undertone of his voice, and yet. Here he was, still with the gall to stand in front of him. "Hifumi and Enoshima made ramen soup, but if you don't want it, there's also a lot of packaged foods if you want to prepare something yourself. At the very least, you should get something and bring it back to your room."

"I don't need-" He starts to say, but at that moment his stomach takes the opportunity to gurgle audibly. He feels his face heating, and he scowls. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, given Monokuma’s decision to reveal the motives just before lunch. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" Naegi's face might just be a hazy blot hovering in front of him, but he catches on the slight tinge of amusement in his voice. "Come on. I'll walk with you to the cafeteria."

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monokuma but reader isn't scared of him and just takes him everywere and cuddle him all the time. Like he's not some murdering bear to them he's just a teddy bear to the (gn reader please

2: Thanks for the prompt!! (under the cut because it is long, very sorry I too so long, also pls give feedback and criticism so I could improve and stuff)

Everyone did not like Monokuma

They were either scared of him, got angry at him, and ultimately hated his guts, (or his circuits, guess)

But you... didn’t really mind him, at all

You're not scared of him, you don't hate him, even with what he was making you do

You, instead, treated him like he was adorable little friend shaped like a teddy bear!

...Even when Monokuma constantly denied that he wasn't one

Most of the time, you gave him a hug whenever he appeared, and also held him in your arms when you felt down

...While he angrily told you about how “violence against the headmaster is strictly prohibited!” and tried to scare you off (which ultimately failed due to how cute he looked)

You sometimes even carried him around places you frequented, and he was light enough for you to hold him like a teddy bear, or place him on your shoulders and walk around

You usually bring him along to explore places, or even just get some food (which you share with him, even though he never really accepts it)

Other people usually stop to talk to you over the fact that you were treating the very thing that was forcing them through a killing game like it like a stuffed animal

Some even thought that you were the mastermind (Which Monokuma himself quickly denied, in an mostly offended tone)

When, when you saw the dead body of your friends, and when the bear appeared to tell everyone what to do next, your first instinct was to-

"What the-!? Let go of me! (Y/N)!” You quickly pull him into a hug, mostly to comfort yourself over what you saw, or to hide it from your view.

But, soon enough, they all (somewhat) got used to it

Even Monokuma slowly got used to your affection, letting you hug and snuggle him without making much of a face, aside from a “You really like me, huh?” every now and then

He sometimes even returned with some of his own affection, by petting your head or back, and very rarely, briefly, tightly hugging you back

He even followed you around sometimes and hung out with you more!

So yeah, you two, pretty much, became good friends! (Surprisingly...)

#Danganronpa x reader #Monokuma x reader

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