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#super danganronpa 2
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april 20th, 2024
a fun fact about todays date - it can be written as a palindrome, 4/20/2024!! another fun fact about today - hinata is beyond phenomenal!!!
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conwise · 2 days
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Sometimes I like to play a game where I pretend I have a cool Etsy store and I design cool double sided acrylic charms of Gundham Tanaka for it
I'll probably just toss this up on my Redbubble like I do with most things but one day I'm coming for you Etsy
Bonus Remnant of Despair Gundham who I also did but wasn't sure if I actually liked as a potential flip side
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chim1ra · 2 days
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cutie
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koneko-chan-hai · 2 days
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He has waited for so long
This time here’s some focus on the komahina of the post-coma AU. After more than 2 and a half years of being in a coma, Nagito miraculously wakes up. It is now the start of his and Hajime’s journey in reconnecting.
Thank you to all of you expressing interest in this AU! Also, lmk if there is something that you would like to see me draw!
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1perplexed1 · 1 day
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Pt. 12
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kotelok16 · 3 hours
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He loves the way she sings 🎶
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a-student-out-of-time · 12 hours
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Hajime listen! You truly meant well. But as the old saying goes: THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS
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...You all must think I'm fucking stupid, huh?
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This whole time, I was devoting so much though to trying to figure out how to solve all this without killing anyone.
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Every time, I told myself "No, we need to find an alternative. Murder is never a solution to anything no matter what."
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And guess what? Turns out murder was literally the only thing that can solve all this! What a complete joke I turned out to be!
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And I just...I put everyone in this situation to begin with, because I was too stupid to listen to anyone...
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You didn't put us in this situation. Shirogane did.
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Hajime...it's okay to blame her. She's the one who started all those shitty games, not you!
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So then what was the point of all this? Because it sure as hell feels like my fault...
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Are you forgetting how much Sayuri resented me before I talked to her? Even if you were at fault, which you're not, you wouldn't be the only one.
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As angry as I am at myself...I'm way more pissed at Shirogane and Matsuda. I agree with you, and I believe in what you say...and they exploited it for their own ends!
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...I never meant to hurt anyone.
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...Even if it is a small consolation, know this:
*Gundham takes Hajime's hand in both of his*
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These are shadows of things that may be, not what will be. There is still time to change them. Time to undo the damage.
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the-splidinky · 2 days
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returning from hibernation to let every nagito cosplayer know that im going to be judging HEAVILY and comparing them to Snakebite126's flawless recreation of him for the Dream VS Nagito Komaeda rap battle on Freshy Kanal's youtube channel
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floraxxfauna · 2 days
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⌜ropes, komaeda nagito⌟ waking up with a blindfold on and rope around your limbs there's not much choice ships ⎯⎯ komaeda nagito x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ yandere, unhealthy dynamics, bondage, masturbation, blindfolds, dubious consent
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The bindings around your wrists did nothing to deter your protesting pulls against them. The rope burned your skin, raw to the touch and leaving tingles through your arms down to your core. Despite your opened eyes there was nothing before you. A black abyss created by the material around your eyes.
Where were you? The comfortable mattress beneath your back was familiar, you could feel the bundled pile of your comforter at the end, and a delicious smelling pillow laid under your head. Bed. You were in your bed.
You turned your head to where the window is, but no light protruded through the blindfold. Your nose ruffled on the pillow, you inhaled the scent as you tugged in the rope once more. The smell… it was familiar but it was not yours. It smelt salty with fresh pine. Almost like that of an earthy cologne.
Faint grunts left you as you pulled further on the rope, your legs flailing at the edge of the mattress in your frustration. Nothing. The knots were far too tight. Who did it? You had been sure you’d locked your door the previous night.
But, clearly, you were wrong. Your ears prickled at the soft moan around you. It wasn’t completely close by, certainly not near your bed, but the noise had come from your cabin. You lifted your head and attempted to sit up, though the far looser restrains on your feet made it difficult. It left you half up in the air with a surely confused and scared expression.
You dug your nails into your palm as you grit your teeth. The rope seemed to be connected; you pushed your left arm forward to test the theory, only for the right to be pulled back. Was it around your bed frame? You never focused on its design, the island had too many other factors to admire, but you could recall the two edge posts.
Which only made you sigh. Those posts just had to be connected to the top of the bed, where the curtains were. You wouldn’t be able to lift the rope from it.
Another moan, only it was a bit louder. You heard rustling as the next noise grew muffled. Someone was definitely there. Watching you. What were they waiting for? Did they enjoy watching their prey struggle? At least your death would be somewhat unique…
You titled your face down to your shoulder, the same cologne smell was around the material of your clothing. Your mind ticked, was it your clothes? The last you can recall you were in shorts and a bra, not the overly large top you could feel bunched at your waist. You pushed your thighs together to feel for more material, but your crotch was entirely bare.
Did the sick pervert change you? Was that why they were moaning?
Your name. You heard it though it was barely whispered through the air. A whimper followed the call and you angrily tugged on the restraints keeping you tied to your bed. More rustling occurred, and the slightly wet noise startled you in your place. “Who the fuck are you?”
There was no answer, you weren’t expecting one to occur anyways. Instead, the person simply moaned again, but made no attempt at keeping it silent. Deep and throaty. That was the only way to describe it. The raw noise had sweat build on your neck as you attempted to look around the room to stare the stranger down through your blindfold.
Sloppy noises echoed in your silence. If you had been able to see, you were sure that the person in your cabin was touching themself. Despicable. Their moans grew louder as the movements sounded as through they matched the rhythm. Fast. Desperate. You continued to struggle on your bed to try and break free: hopefully the rope was breaking as it rubbed against the frame.
You had to get free. It was one thing to die when you had been warned of it weeks beforehand — but you would rather not get someone to orgasm over it. You could hear them get more excited the more you struggled, your name followed with giggles and whimpers only made your skin tingle.
The smell of cologne was so familiar. You knew you had smelt it before. Just as you had heard the voice before. You kicked against the comforter and rubbed your thighs together — Nagito had always caused your self respect to disappear.
His attention had always made your heart flip. Even as his eyes danced with madness and he chuckled over planning his own death: you always fell victim to the song he would sing. Your morals had always been strong, steadfast, but just the idea of Nagito enjoying something you would soon follow.
If it was Nagito watching you now, if he was the one who tied you to your bed and was touching himself to your attempts at escape… you were already feeling the temptation lick at your skin. Did he like seeing you like this? You attempted to adjust yourself so that your legs pointed toward where he would be, spreading them so he would be able to see your bare cunt.
He wouldn’t kill you. He never intended to kill anyone! Nagito was more a danger to himself and everyone’s sanity. You knew that yours had fallen victim long ago. “Did you put me in your shirt?” He was a tall man, one who wore clothing that was about ten sizes too large, and he had once joked that you would be able to fit into his hoodie. Your eyes rolled back at the idea of his shirt on your skin, how your body would drown in the material.
You leaned your head back onto the pillow and arched your back — it must mean that it was his pillow that you laid on. Does that mean he knew where yours went? It had gone missing during dinner. Did he steal it? You whimpered softly into the room, your eyes rolling back, did he touch himself with it?
Did Nagito ride the pillow while imaging it was you? You hoped so. His moans had stopped but you could hear the slow movements of his hand. Had you surprised him? Was he proud? You dangled your fingers around the rope on your wrists, pulling it as you rubbed your thighs together.
You needed friction. Wet slick stuck to your inner thighs as your mind lost itself in the fantasies. You could hear footsteps on the canon floor, each step light despite the purpose they held. Was he leaving? You didn’t care if Nagito had you tied up, but you couldn’t have him leaving you! Your lips wobbled, but the fear disappeared as the blindfold was pulled from your face.
It took a moment to adjust to the soft lighting around you. Candles. Lots of candles all lit around your room as the night sky glowed through your window. The curtains on the canopy were tied back, you could briefly see the petals of roses along the floor.
But, most importantly of all, you saw Nagito. His eyes were just as dizzy as they always were, but he had them wide as he stared down at you. His lips were pursed, did he want to kiss you? Could he? You needed to feel the touch of him against you. His overly large hoodie slipped from his shoulders and you whimpered at the defined collarbone it showed.
He wasn’t wearing anything else. You stole a glance at the shirt you wore, the same one he had been wearing just earlier that night. Your hips rolled into the air as you moaned for him, wrists pulling on the rope. “Beautiful,” he finally spoke and you felt as though you had began glowing under his praise.
A bony finger slid down your cheek and you leaned into the touch with soft eyes. It was all him. Everything you needed in life was him. You felt his erection in your thigh as he leaned over you, warm precum pooling down your skin. Was it salty? You needed to taste.
“Nagito,” you whispered it to him without breaking eye contact. He seemed surprised at first, before the handsome smile you adored blessed his sunken face. His long hair seemed more wild than earlier, you went to play with it only for the rope to pull your hands back down, “need you.”
Was he happy you weren’t upset? Please say he was. You needed him to be proud of you. His fingers danced to your lips and you sucked without a moments notice. Salty goodness bloomed on your tongue and you happily moaned around his fingers.
“The trust you have in someone as worthless as me,” he laughed to himself with that wicked grin you adored. How could it scare people? The passion behind it had always seduced you more than anything else, “I do not deserve to touch someone so beautiful.”
You pushed your chest up to him as his other hand cupped your cunt. Already, you made a squelch just from the soft tap. “Yours,” you mumbled it around his fingers but Nagito understood you regardless, you knew it as his eyes softened. The rope burn around your wrists was nothing but sweet pain you craved more of.
It would make the perfect reminder of your first night with the man you worshiped.
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hajihiko · 5 days
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close call maybe?
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april 21st, 2024
nothing can stop hinata from being perfect today, he’ll always be the very best!!!
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hellscap3 · 5 days
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Kamukura,,,, he should bite people
No matter which way u mean this I agree.
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ultimateask · 6 days
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Question for chiaki nanami if you would sit between himiko or chihiro who would you choose?
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koziku · 6 days
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🩷🖋️ | JUST KOMAEDA !
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1perplexed1 · 1 day
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Last part yayyyy!!
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l-underscore · 6 days
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hi chat, today I published chapter 1 of my hinamiki fic, Healing Shores. this is my first entry into long-form writing so I have no clue if I am cooking, or if I'm delusional.
anyway, if you enjoy hinamiki or just want to read some good old-fashioned angst (I promise, there will be a happy ending eventually since this is a WIP), click the link below! please let me know your honest feedback, what you enjoyed, what you didn't.
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