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marcykinsmaki · 3 years

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The despair disease request anon, yes the reader has the despair disease, sorry if the original ask was kinda vague :( thank you! Also I love your writing!

hi hi!!! thank you so much, i’m glad you like it! even though this is my second piece, i really enjoy that people are so enamored with it already. thank you guys for being patient and here it is!!

Kazuichi Souda x Reader.

Words: 2,267 (medium)

CW: 90% of this pierce is in the hospital, mentions of hospital equipment, DANGANRONPA 2 CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS, flirting at inappropriate times, suggestive moments

Rating: Teen

[Your POV]

You felt horrible. Your body ached, your temperature was a high 102 degrees, a migraine raged in your head. You weren’t sure what happened, feeling just fine before you went to sleep and by the next morning you could barely get out of bed without some help. That would have been fine if every word out of your mouth didn’t come out some degree of seductive or flirty. Of course, you didn’t think those things, but your body just forced it out like that. You tried to apologize, but it just came out all wrong. Everyone was looking at you weird all morning. You were brought to the diner by Sonia that morning, complimenting her looks and personality the entire way there. Thankfully, she was understanding that you weren’t feeling yourself. A few others arrived looking and feeling just as sickly as you are, all with different ‘symptoms’. Monokuma suddenly appeared, giving us our next motive.

“The Despair Disease!” He announced, looking among you all.

“The what?” Hajime squinted. Monokuma bore his sharp teeth.

“The Despair Disease! A disease carried around by little bugs that carry certain…. Side effects. Well, good luck! And be careful, wash your hands, you filthy teenagers!” The bear snickered before disappearing. You almost fell down, Kazuichi, who is your crush of all things, quickly scooping you up before you could hit the floor.

“Woah there, Y/N, you almost hit your head on the table! Are you alright?” He didn’t seem worried to catch the disease, looking down to you. You took a deep breath, before a smirk grows onto your face.

“Oh my, have you come to save your royalty in distress?~” You look deeply into Kazuichi’s eyes, swearing you almost saw the embarrassment in his eyes. He quickly set you down.

“H-hey, how about we slow down a bit…” Kazuichi laughs awkwardly, looking desperately to Mikan.

“R-right, we should g-go now, before they g-get worse!” Mikan nods, everyone helping assist everyone who has been affected to the hospital two islands away. Kazuichi helps you, since you’re closest, and you can see him dreading the trip. You don’t blame him. You were quiet, reserved, kept to yourself and stayed out of people’s ways. But now you’re a huge flirt who can’t keep to themselves. You felt really bad, your heart is racing and you’re sweating beyond belief and that just makes it worse.

“Kazuichi, darling, you should stay in my room with me!~ I get so lonely, and I think I’ll need your company.. It’s what you deserve after you saved me.” You coo into his ear. He groans, biting his lip a little.

“Do you really need me to? I-it was no trouble-”

“God, Kaz, just stay with me, pretty please? I’d die if you didn’t!” You call out loudly, people looking back to you two, Kazuichi’s cheeks flushing over.

“Alright, alright! J-just stop yelling, people are looking!” He shakes his head, causing you to giggle softly.

You all eventually make it to the hospital, Kazuichi setting you down on the hospital bed and Mikan quickly handing you a change of clothes, Kazuichi turning to leave before you hook onto his shirt with your finger.

“Now where are you going, handsome?” You look onto him with a flirtatious gaze.

“Uh, o-out of the room so you can change?” He gasps as he falls back onto the bed, looking up to you.

“You can just turn around, I don’t mind.” You smile. He shakes his head, quickly making a bee line for the door. Your heart aches with sympathy for him, definitely needing to make up for this later.

“You’re not well right now, Y/N, I need to keep my distance anyway!” He calls out, before he finally leaves the room and slams the door behind him.

[Kazuichi’s POV]

I pant as I finally escape them. Geeze, what a workout.. It’s a damn marathon to run around flirting back with them. And I got to carry them… b-but I need to calm down, before they get well again and never talk to me again! Y/N is so nice to me, they hang out with me and listens when I speak to them! I try my best to treat them as nicely as I can, but every time I look into their eyes they make me swoon... everyone calls me obsessed but I’m just admiring them! Plus, I’d totally stop if they asked. But what am I gonna do? I can’t keep up this facade for long, they’ll totally notice!

I turn back to the room after a minute, knocking on the door.

“Y-Y/N? Are you done yet?”

“One sec!” They call out, spending a few moments to myself before they open the door and look at me, their legs shaking, but seemingly ignoring it as they lean against the doorframe. “Hello, Kazuichi~ You may come in now-” They began to fall again, quickly going to save them before they hit the floor again, shouting out a little before I get them into my arms again. Thank God I’ve been putting a little more elbow grease into my work lately, have they noticed I’ve been working out?

“You have to be more careful, Y/N, you’re still sick!” I sigh, bringing them to their bed. “I-I’ll go get Mikan, you stay here. P-please.” I kinda beg them. I don’t want them falling again. I feel them grab onto my shirt again. They pout up at me, they look even worse.. They’re sweating really bad! I grab onto their hand, and we both blush. I peel their hand from my shirt. “Please.” They sigh, nodding, still pouting. I smile, nodding down at them and turning to go get Mikan.

[Your POV]

You still feel horrid. Kazuichi has refused to come by your side, and you’ve flirted up a storm with Mikan, which she could only blush and say thank you, offering a few things that you thankfully declined, quickly and silently reminding her that you’re still sick and most likely don’t mean it. Oh, crap, you forgot Kazuichi probably thinks that, too.. Oh well, there go your chances. You’re alone, eating a cup of jello before you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in~” You speak up enough to let whoever’s behind the door hear you. You reach your hand up to cough into your elbow. You were getting better today, your fever down to 101. The door creaks open, Kazuichi stepping in and poking his face in. Your smile widens. “Don’t be shy, I don’t bite.” You wink. When will this be over.

“Right, t-thanks, Y/N. I kinda wanted to talk to you, actually.” He grabs a chair, sitting next to you. You look down to him with curiosity. “Uh, you don’t mean the things you say, right? L-like, this is all part of the illness you have?”

“Well of course it’s genuine, Kaz, why would I lie to you?~” Well, you weren’t wrong, in a way. You did like him, but you weren’t this flirty. It’s more like a truth-telling disease than a flirting disease.

“Ugh, I’m so stupid, I know you’re only saying this stuff because you’re sick.” Kazuichi groans, looking down to his lap. You reach down, taking one of his hands.

“How about, we go out sometime?” You lean in towards him. He looks up with an even deeper blush, lips wobbling.

“R-really?” His eyes kinda light up. You feel super embarrassed. You’re not ready to go this far, but apparently your illness is. Oh well, why not? It’s already on the table, just go on with it. What’s the worst that could happen?

“We could go and take a walk on the beach once I’m out of here~” You turn over a bit. Your body ached. Your throat was sore from coughing all night. Kazuichi looks hopeful.

“Wow, that’d be great, Y/N. So get better soon, o-okay?!” He stands up with his hands on his hips in a sort of hero pose, which makes you giggle. It was genuinely cute.

“I will. Don’t worry, baby~” You coo up at him. He looks back down with a blush as pink as his hair. He nods.

You wake up the next morning, your condition significantly improving. Your headache is gone, your body aches have gone down, your body temp is at a normal 98.5. Still have a bit of a stomach ache, but nothing a few tums can’t fix. Mikan shuffles out as she’s done with your daily examination, and a few minutes later, the body discovery chime goes off. You sigh, watching the screen in the corner of your room play through Monokuma speaking to you and hearing the same dreadful, tension building announcement sound through the air. You push yourself up slowly and redress yourself, going to go join everyone in the music venue. You tear up a bit seeing Ibuki laying on the stage and Hiyoko propped up against the pole, joining everyone in the investigation. You join Kazuichi as a silent ‘I’m better’ and stay back to your reclused self.

The trial passed and the execution almost flies by. Everything was blurry when it got like this. It was terrifying, though, how the rest of us could have died as well from the same person who swore to make us better. We silently think about if the body discovery would have been for us, but I didn’t spend too much time on it. You return to your cottage, only to hear a knock at your door. You grunt, dragging yourself to the door and opening it. You were met with vibrance, your heart thrumming with nervousness.

“H-hey, Y/N, sorry for bothering you so late.. But can we do that thing?” We both stood in silence for a minute. A blush was brought to both of our cheeks. “N-not saying that you have to! I’m just r-really excited that you want to hang out!” He waves his hands in front of him. It makes me giggle.

“That was a genuine statement, Kaz, don’t worry. I would love to.” You said this… easier than you thought you would. This was crazy. This is crazy. Oh well, there’s no going back and this was your chance. He held an arm out excitedly, and you take it anxiously, closing the door behind you and walking off to the beach. You almost shook with nerves. You two exchange small talk until you get there.

You arrive at the beach, you both taking off your shoes and carrying them as you approached the soft and increasing sound of the crashing waves as they settled on the shore. The twinkling of the stars and bright light of the shining moon casting its bright rays onto the beautiful scene. It’s breathtaking, but if walls could talk, the beach would lose its worth. You two quietly stand in front of the ocean, watching the water.

“Thank you for doing this with me, Y/N.” Kazuichi mutters quietly. You notice him looking at you, returning it with a small smile.

“Of course. I know the Despair Disease really threw me off, which I am very sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but…” You drifted off with your words. He quirked a brow.

“But?”

“... I have something to tell you.” You turn completely towards him. Body facing him and everything. Your heart thrums again, reminding you of your anxiety. You shove it down for now. “I am terrified of how this will end. If we’ll be walking out of here hand in hand, if that’s even possible.”

“Hey! Don’t be saying stuff like that-”

“What I mean is,” You interrupt him. “, I need to tell you this, before it’s too late. I love you, Kazuichi Souda.” You look at him deeply into his eyes. He looks relieved.

“I love you, too Y/N. I know saying I love you this early is really fast, but ever since I met you, I knew you were the one for me. And you actually gave me the time of day unlike everyone else. I can be myself around you.” He nods. Your blush from earlier returns, as if it’s never left.

“I… feel the same. You don’t egg me to speak or be included in conversation. You can tell when I don’t feel like it, and just respect my boundaries. I didn’t catch right away, but eventually I just fell.” You shrug. It also baffled you how open you were being right away, but the Despair Disease make you worse than this, so it didn’t really matter. He’s opening up, too, so you’ve gotten a vibe that you both enjoy on the table.

“Can I kiss you?” He suddenly spurts. Your eyes widen. You aren’t sure what to do, but it’d be hypocritical if you didn’t follow through with your whole ‘confession before tragedy’ narrative.

“Yes.” And that sealed the deal. His surprisingly soft lips were onto yours, his hands slowly snaking on your hips. He was reluctant about his hands, but yours slowly guided his to stay there. You could feel his slightly rougher hands, tracing across his physical efforts as proof of his Ultimate. He smiles into the kiss, and you do as well. A soft breeze blows through the gentle warmth of the summer night heat. The stars and moon feel brighter before, almost as hot as the sun itself. He slowly dipped you, one of your knees bending so your foot relaxes onto the soft sand.

Maybe having the Despair Disease wasn’t that bad after all.

AAAAAAA OKAY HERE YOU GO! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED!!!

edit 1: i wanted to mention that the reason i chose the point of view/style of writing i did for the reader is because it’s what made sense to me. it was starting out as a description but i like it to be a “surprise” until you read it fully. i felt like the jolt would be too sudden from that “you/your” style to a “i/me”. so yeah just wanted to say that

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datawyrms · 4 years

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what if i really liked @chibigaia-art mastermind Kiibo Au comic too much and wrote a thing. hahaha. unless...

On A03 (Which has formatting I have not translated to here.)

It was the scream that jerked him into action, throwing open his door to an empty central area. It had sounded like Tenko, but no sign of her or a struggle was here. It had sounded so close, almost right in his head, how could he be too late to help anyone? His inner voice seemed to be taking it worse than he was, though it was oddly muddled and muted, not the clear declaration it usually was, Disappointing he could understand, but boring? Someone could be in trouble and the voice only wanted to express that it was not interesting enough, or too short? He had to do something, yet the room seemed as muddled as his thoughts. The robot had to close his eyes, clutching at his head to try and wait out the disorientation.

The mastermind was dead.

Rantaro had done what he had set out to accomplish. End the killing game. Tsumugi Shirogane was a lifeless corpse, head cracked open by the very weapon she had intended to use. This was a good thing, mostly. Killing was wrong, but understandable considering she had been the one putting them all through this strange killing game. Yet this was also the worst thing? It was boring, it was too soon, it was a lame cop out. It could not end here. Rantaro had to pay for his crime, and then the game would continue as planned. He didn’t want that? He did? The voices did. How did he know any of this? The voices demanded more. The show must go on. Kiibo did not want it to continue. He could manage to wrangle that thought out as his own opinion, though his certainty wavered with every new declaration of annoyance. Ignoring or denying the voice did nothing but dump even more feedback, disappointment, anger, even hatred. Too much to sort through. He? They? Demanded he act. The show MUST go on. He knew the mastermind was dead, as he had seen the body. From a camera he was unaware of, oblivious to, reporting to him. It liked that it could transmit directly to him, now that his connection to the entire network had been restored. The voices. The audience. Only here for their own amusement. He was a puppet for them to play with. You exist to entertain. That is your only purpose. That is why you were built. His hands drop, fingers still half curled into fists. His memories contradicted this. His memories were false. If the game continues, the voices will be pleased. The only reason he exists is to make them happy. Rantaro will be ‘wrong’ about Tsumugi’s identity as the mastermind, and they will have a whole new mystery to solve. Didn’t he want to be more than that? To be like the others, like his friends? A person? He never wanted anything Tsumugi Shirogane had not put in his head first. He was a machine, not a real person. Didn’t he want to go off script? Be something meaningful?

THE SHOW MUST GO ON.

The other voices quieted, locked away from influencing him as his left eye opened and switched, a red haze overlaying the room, revealing the resources he had control over and commands he could make. The voices could not be allowed to see who the new mastermind was, after all. Monokuma asked the question, still hearing it in the bear’s voice even as only a message read in his head. So what’s the plan, boss? This was wrong. He didn’t want this. Yet the information Team DanganRonpa had dumped in his hard drive made one thing very clear. As their robot, he did not really have much of a choice in the matter. Either he did it now, himself, or he could be reset back to default and do it anyway. At least as himself, he might be able to tone down the brutality? Make the body discovery announcement.

The horrified gasps that come from his classmates, his friends, his enemies is both discomforting and thrilling. He had caused that. He had meant something to all of them, in that brief moment. He dropped his connection to Motherkuma and the rest of the mastermind resources, Monokuma’s AI knew how to prep for a class trial without any input from him. That, and if he mentioned overhearing something he had no logical way to hear, the mystery of if there was a backup mastermind would be solved too quickly. The voices returned as his eye snapped back to the normal blue hue, back to the more consistent singular idea at any given moment. Go and see what happened. They were excited, surprised, pleased. At least obeying that command did not feel as much like a betrayal.

Rantaro had the sense to admit he had killed Tsumugi when the entire class had gathered and the bears asked who would claim the first blood perk. After all, everyone already knew he had done it. Monokuma had a lot of fun with it, mocking everyone for even thinking there was a mastermind. Did they all like thinking Rantaro totally had a good reason and wasn’t just using this ‘mastermind’ excuse to look better in their eyes before he left? Ryoma had been incensed, raising his voice as he asked Rantaro why he had killed her, after he had already offered to die instead if he just wanted out. Honestly, he did not have to meddle much. Monokuma and the kubs did more than enough to spark tension and throw doubt that a mastermind existed. After all, Kiibo could act on his own, who said they couldn’t? Who said there had to be someone behind it? He’d been properly offended, his anger genuine. “I am nothing like you!” He was exactly like them, and he hated it. He spared the others from knowing ‘leaving’ was getting to see the airless 'outside world', ordering Monokuma to cut the feed once the door was open to maintain the surprise. It was too early for them to know of the devastated 'world' outside. It was too painful to watch the one who managed to end the killing game try to scrabble back to life giving air, only to be denied by a savage kick from the Exisals. For him to die thinking he had been wrong, mistaken, possibly killed an innocent... It was unfair. Yet this is what they all wanted. So the ‘Ultimate Survivor’ suffocated alone, the others still getting to have the hope that Rantaro would get word out. A peek outside would be all the crueler with his rotting corpse on display, hands outstretched to a worthless, meaningless hope.

Even though the Monokubs managed to mess up the motive delivery, he did not need to act as the mastermind. Kirumi getting her own video had sufficed to get desire to kill in the air, no matter how hard Kaede tried to get the group to stick together and ignore the videos. Kokichi had been a major help in making sure Ryoma had seen his own video with his viewing party scheme, while also being an active antagonist during the trial. He may ultimately have led them to the right conclusion, but it was unlikely anyone else would notice it off hand. So this was how Tsumugi intended to remain in the shadows. Who would suspect her when there was this relentless troublemaker front and center? Who would notice that she wasn’t actively participating that often, or only parroting things someone else said first? He had it just as easy. After all, his existence was a joke. Robots aren’t people, unfortunately for all of them. He wanted to be one, but that was the punchline. No wonder all of them ignored any upset responses he made to such comments. It was like being offended about the sky being blue. Being mad at reality, at something that was not going to change. None of them would still be in this game if he could truly be a person. Kaede managed to help Shuichi let go of his need to hide behind his cap, to face the reality that Kirumi had killed Ryoma, and died for it. That Maki was indeed an assassin and hid it. It struck him as somewhat cruel to force the timid detective to face the truth head on. There were no kind truths to be found here. Deflecting it, embracing the lie that escape was possible would be kinder. Though they may die before they learned that truth.

Korekiyo’s actions made him question if a mastermind was even needed to keep this game active. Beyond choosing when the motive should go out, he got to play student. The sheer irony of the mastermind being in Angie’s Student Council didn’t escape him. Any harmony brought through her actions he’d be obligated to break, but it was nice to be wanted for something that wasn’t reprehensible for a change. The voices usually voted in favour of spending time with the others, which was always difficult. Kiibo wanted to be their friends, to help them. On some level he did still care for them, wanted their approval, hungered for it as if it would make him more human. That may be why none of them realized he was lying to them. He could almost forget he was the monster behind the curtain while the sun was up, averting his eyes as Kaito tried to hide his illness. A nasty little virus that he had delivered to the astronaut, making sure morale would drop near the ending stretch. Yet he dared to try and be their friends? Blaming the voices would be easier, and he did nothing but lie these days, what was one more to himself? Would any of them actually believe the pain he expressed learning of each death was genuine? That he pitied them and mourned the loss? The executions made him doubtful. Anyone creating such painful deaths clearly did not care for anything but the spectacle and misery. Shelve those false friendships, remember what you are. The blood of four people is on your hands.

Miu’s death shatters that flimsy pretense. The only one who saw a machine as worth knowing, saw it as a positive instead of a detriment was dead. The last flashback light had been too much, it had pushed her over an edge and he could never take that back. A few of the students seemed to notice she was off, but did not press. Her fevered work to modify the VR program to cover her tracks was precise, careful. Her tracks would be covered, her target would die, and then the rest would fall shortly after. He could step in, try and talk her down from this murder plot. If he was a friend. If he could explain how he'd found out. He couldn't. So he let Monokuma take Kokichi’s deal, thinking he had a plan to protect himself from Miu’s plot. He had managed to figure it out without the help of being to see everywhere, after all. He had been right, Kokichi did have a plan, said plan involved killing her. Of course it had, anything the mastermind had a cold hand in would lead to death. It had been a stupid hope, thinking it might have kept both of them alive a little bit longer. (He needed her to build things, they’d been getting along okay, did the answer have to be death?) Kokichi reveled in the negative attention, drawing all eyes to him. It was all lies, but everyone seemed to buy his declaration. Couldn’t they see his smile was a bit fixed, that he barely stopped to breathe as he ‘gloated’ about being better than them, how he felt nothing for Gonta? That wasn’t joy, it was hysteria. This was a ploy, but what he intended to accomplish with it, the robot couldn’t understand. Maybe he would have fallen for it if he couldn't see how the boy trembled while hidden and alone. So he kept his hands off and ‘hated’ the smaller boy with the rest.

Having someone play at being the mastermind and locking down all his firepower had been unexpected. It was bold, to try and flush out the true mastermind like this. Kokichi had almost slipped when Himiko pointed out Rantaro’s corpse, but managed to keep up the farce. The motive card had only shown the video after all, and Tsumugi had made that before the grisly new addition to the scene. Even Kaede’s endless optimism faltered with Kaito a coughing, bleeding hostage to insure their good behaviour. Shuichi was left to keep Maki back on his own, having to point out they had to be careful to save Kaito later. Really, the ploy was genius. Bore the mastermind into action and catch them. It wasn’t as if Kokichi could account for his ability to fabricate new flashback lights on a whim. He clutched the new flashback light for a long time, the urge to simply smash it and let the voices be bored was incredibly strong. A pointless sentiment. At least it was almost funny that he had to fall back on his original purpose, to be a bringer of hope in order to get the murder everyone wanted.

Managing to blank out all the cameras and hiding the survivor in an Exisal to obscure the killer and victim was exciting in a way. If he lost like this, if Monokuma could not know the facts of the case, the game may truly end. That would be fine by him. Shuichi was simply too much of a seeker of truth to realize they should be taking the offered lie and running with it, to let it rest when he could only guess who was inside that red Exisal. Instead the detective worked with him, helped Monokuma determine the reality of the case. Only when it was too late did he realize handing the mastermind the answer was a mistake. How much courage had it taken to wait under a slow crushing death? How much had Kaito needed to even press that button? If the voices truly pitied those who died, why were they here? They wanted to help, to push through. This was only happening for their sake! Kiibo may have let a bit slip there by admitting to Kaito that he believed the final words Kokichi had said to the astronaut were true, but none of the others questioned the robot. Kaito’s death was a little more pressing than the passing words of some silly blue eyed machine. Monokuma may not have been thrilled with Kaito dying before his execution was finished, but he didn’t care. The flying debris that almost hurt the others was more concerning. Was it foolish to help people that you had been tormenting and killing the entire time? Yes. Still, it felt better to do so. He was going to need to head to his lab for a quick fix, perhaps he could excuse himself from the final exploration that way. They would all know the truth soon, the voices would have their ending, and they would all despise him. At least it would be over.

Monokuma was happy to tell the students they had to determine the future of the gopher project and set them loose to explore the remaining hidden rooms and the planted clues, only Rantaro’s room remaining locked. The classic hope and despair final vote, either a risky trip back to space, discovering a new place to live, or simply give up and let the human race die here in safety. Not that there were enough people to even try and continue the human race with the chosen settings, but that would be for the post show nitpickers, his friend victims would not likely think that far ahead. From what he could tell they had already dismissed the possibility of Kaede having a twin as false. (Which was fine, it wasn't like he made for a convincing twin. He probably should have just tossed it.) He would argue that they all stay here, regardless of if they chose to discover who the mastermind was or not. That was his job now. Did he want them to find the whole truth? No. Yet he would give it to them if they pushed. When Shuichi expressed his belief in Kokichi, that his mastermind plot had been for a reason, the robot could only sigh. Why couldn’t he believe in him by just taking the lie?

His grip tightened on the stand as the conversation returned to the mastermind. Maki, too sensible, too logical.

“We can’t vote on something like this if the mastermind is among us, this whole ‘trial’ is pointless.”

“Didn’t Rantaro just make that up? Not that it mattered..."

“No, Shuichi thought there was one too. There was no reason to have a hidden door like that if there wasn’t someone hiding among us, remember?” Kaede shook her head at Himiko’s question, brow wrinkled as she pondered.

“Did we ever see it get used? It could be a false door?” Kiibo offered, struggling to keep the resignation out of his voice. They never found the card before he swiped it from Tsumugi's room.

“We got to go in there while you were gone.” the detective clarified. “It definitely isn’t fake. What I don’t get is why Monokuma wants to push some stay or go vote now. To protect the mastermind from being discovered? Kokichi must have realized something to put a target on his back like that.”

“So we just need to figure out who the mastermind is, get the answer out of them and go from there,” Maki gave everyone a sharp glare, only Shuichi managed to keep from flinching.

“Um.” Kaede stopped looking down, looking more upset than confident. “Tsumugi absolutely was the mastermind, right Shuichi?”

He nodded stiffly, averting his eyes. “The secret passage, the fact she managed to get there completely unseen, there’s no doubt she was the mastermind.”

Kaede was looking at him now. She knew. It was practically written on her face. The confusion, the betrayal was painful even if he deserved far more than that for this. “Could it be? Kiibo are you...the mastermind?”

He still had to try to dissuade her. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Think about it, there’s no other option!” she leaned forward, intent on getting the answer. “Rantaro killed Tsumugi and yet the killing game didn’t end! And all the clues point to you!”

Right again. “But! I can’t hurt human beings!” he sputtered, trying to think of a reason. “It’s not in my original programming-”

Shuichi pounced on that slip like lightning. “‘Original programming?’” the detective saw how he froze. “Does that mean...something was changed?”

Kiibo keeps his face still, not even looking at the detective. Yes. Please don’t push. Please don’t realize it doesn’t make sense for him to be changed if Tsumugi is dead and the human race is gone. Just let the lie stay.

Shuichi continued his questioning in spite of the stillness. “Were you infected by a virus?” If only. “Was your AI overwritten with something?”

He wasn’t going to be able to deny this. The voices were getting noisy again with the ‘twist’ that they had been watching from the Mastermind’s eyes the whole time. “The show has to go on.” his tone was flat, trying to ignore their reactions. “That’s what my inner voice...no. That’s what the voices told me…” It wouldn’t make this better, but he felt the need to explain. Was it pity mixing with the disgust on their faces? He clenched a fist. “...but you can’t have a killing game without despair.” The voices of the audience were silenced as he dropped his disguise as a student and tried to meet the four’s eyes as the mastermind. “The moment Tsumugi Shirogane drew her last breath I was no longer the ‘Ultimate Hope’” They were avoiding the gaze of his red eye, but he kept firm. They wanted a mastermind, to know the whole truth. So he would deliver. “Your deductions are correct. I’m the backup mastermind of this killing game.”

“Why? How could you-” Himiko still couldn’t look at him head on, but her voice was strong enough.

He laughed, needing to grip the podium to keep stable. “Why? I said why!” It was almost funny how no one listened, even when he admitted to being a complete monster. “Ask Kaede, or your detective! You know, don’t you?”

“You said this was a show.” Shuichi was hesitating, hands reaching for a hat that was no longer there. “So that means-”

“Every flashback light was fake.” Maki finished, regaining her composure faster than the others. She had managed to turn that confusion into proper hatred now. “Made up for someone else’s amusement.”

“Correct. You’re all as fake as I am.” his shrug was dismissive. It would be easier if they simply hated him and moved on with their lives after this, but the world wouldn’t accept an ending where they didn’t overcome despair. “There is no Gopher Project, there is no Ultimate Hunt and all your memories are fabrications. I set you all up. You died as entertainment,” he kept the red eye turned towards Maki as he tried goading her “Kaito really should have been more careful about what he ate.”

The absolute fury in her clenched teeth and stiff posture said more than any words. Yet Kaede stepped in, trying to get the assassins attention. “Revenge isn’t what Kaito wanted, Maki. Just hold on.”

“So these voices are-”

“The audience. The real world. My creator, and yours.” The robot snapped his fingers, letting the comments of those watching fill the screens that surrounded the courtroom. “The world might as well be over for all of you. You don’t belong there. Nothing you recall, no one you know exists. There are only these people. Who see you as entertaining toys.”

“No one else here is a robot! No one made us!” Himikio’s denial was honestly surprising.

“I suppose you can think that, if it makes you happy. The fact hundreds of thousands of people watched me have you slaughter one another and did not lift a finger to help you remains the truth,” he glanced at the screens. They liked watching his ‘friends’ be crushed. “I just gave them what they wanted. What they demanded.” The humans kept silent for a time, discomfort clear as they watched the casual words drift by. Realizing you were just a prop was likely harder for those of flesh and blood, judging by how they paled.

“So you’re a coward.”

He tilted his head at Maki’s spat words “More of an idiot than a coward. But yes.”

“You could have stopped all of this, but you didn’t.”

“Do you honestly think I wanted this?” Anger slipped into his voice as his shoulders hunched. “How did you put it, Himiko? A robot is useful by blowing itself up, I think? If that’s what you do with a useful one, what will a human do to a useless one?”

She shied back from his question, prior bravery apparently gone. That, or she knew the answer perfectly well. They would do whatever they wanted, a robot was just a tool.

“Then you should have died!”

“You’d still be here, having this conversation!” he glared at Maki, frustrated that she didn’t notice the obvious problem. “It would just be a slightly different version of me. One that never gave a single care for any of you. They talk in my head, you can’t honestly think they can’t just control me!”

“You never had a choice.” Kaede’s words cut deeper than any of Maki’s, even without the accusatory tone. She pitied him. After all of this, she still felt bad for some machine. “Did you stay to protect us?”

Why did she care? He’d failed! He didn’t even manage to let their game end without exposing all the mysteries they tried to solve were pointless window dressing for them to play with as they got on with killing each other. “No. I just wanted to live, as Maki said. We are not friends.” Friends did not kill friends. Friends did not notice a murder plan and just watch it happen. He didn’t deserve to feel anything about them.

“So why did you mention your ‘old’ title?” Shuichi prompted, looking distracted.

“I’m not very good at dramatics, but hope being twisted into despair is rather impactful.” At least, he thought it might have been. “We’re getting off topic. I have told you the reality that awaits you,” he paused to gesture as the scrolling comments, the constant refrains of loving to see them in pain clear as day. “That world that has used you is all that awaits you. You can choose to leave, to insist you can face it and deal with the consequences. Being closer to them will not make them see you as people with thoughts and feelings, hopes and dreams. After all, they had a first person view all this time, and still they say these things,” his disgust was genuine. He probably should have covered it better with disinterest.

“A first person view?” Himiko was shaking a little, keeping her hat tipped down to avoid reading anymore.

“They could see through my eyes when I was fooling you. That was my original purpose...Rantaro just made the need for a backup plan rather urgent,” his shrug was stiff, unable to act completely at ease. “This is how they act towards people like you. They were your friend, and could tell me how to act before this. This is how they treat people they like. Do you really want to go out there?”

The magician seemed to crumble in on herself, completely silent in the face of that reality. So she was not his replacement. Maki was too angry...would it be Kaede or Shuichi that led the rest to the end despite it all? Or perhaps he would be the one to ‘win’. It was likely only his original programming speaking, but he still didn’t really want despair to win.

“Or you simply choose to stay here. It may be a killing game, but you know who’s behind it now, and have no reason to want to escape. It would be relatively peaceful, with no one watching. You could pretend everything was normal.” He offered the second option as the silence stretched on, watching for reactions. “Hope and leave. Despair and stay. That’s all there is to it.” Nothing. Tsumugi likely would have been gloating at this point, or at least trying to goad for a reaction. Though it wasn’t as if Team DanganRonpa could complain, he wasn’t made for this, in the most literal sense.

"Does it really matter what the people watching think of us? The world is a big place," her voice strengthened as she went on, trying to catch her friend's eyes. "We're still real, no matter what they did to us. We all know that!"

Shuichi leaned over, whispering something to Kaede. What reason would there be to whisper now? Whatever he said had cheered her up somewhat, straightening while nodding at the detective.

“You said the voices could tell you how to act Kiibo. Does that mean right now, they can't?”

Shuichi’s question threw him. “The audience cannot speak to me while I’m like this. It would have exposed who the mastermind was if they could.” He covered the eye with his palm, ignoring the discomfort warning him from touching the lens with metal. “The ones in charge still can.”

“Don’t they just want an ending? Who says it needs to be their choices?” Kaede added, somehow still managing to smile.

“...That is how this works. The mastermind acts for despair, and the rest of you attempt to overcome that for hope. You pick one or the other and it ends. There are not any other choices to make.” he looked down at his hand, puzzlement prompting him to try and focus. Had he missed something? "That is why we were made, to act out their story."

“...bet there’s some dumb catch for the good side though to make the bad end look good.” Himiko mumbled, roused somewhat by the confidence the detective and pianist were showing.

“Hope does ask for two sacrifices, but you all seemed so put out it didn’t seem worth mentioning.”

“Well you keep mentioning ‘hope’. You already said the mastermind is the despair option, but who is standing in for the hope one?” Shuichi pressed again after sharing a glance with the others in the room.

“Whomever of you manages to get your friends out of the negative perceptions the mastermind is creating. So honestly, I don’t know.” Kiibo crossed his arms, uncertain on where they were going with this. It seemed like it might be Kaede, based on how she was the one trying to get them all to ignore the fact they were all pointless fakes.

“Well if the ultimate hope and the mastermind were the same person, we wouldn’t be able to pick, right?” She made it sound so simple.

...Would that work? No. He lost any right to that title. “They can't be the same person.”

“Weren’t you saying they built you for that first one?” Maki asked, though her dislike was still evident.

“Well assuming they can be the same person, couldn’t they just end this? The mastermind is in charge, and if we simply can’t vote because there isn’t more than one option…” Shuichi’s attempt to make it sound like a hypothetical wasn’t fooling anyone, but it did seem reasonable.

It was tempting. It wouldn’t make up for anything, but if all four could leave it was better than nothing? When was the last time he had made a choice?

"You think our lives matter, don't you?" she spoke softly, as if lying to lure a kitten out from under a bed. "Even if our pasts are fake?"

Maki didn't seem all the convinced. "Or maybe you enjoyed it and Kaede is just being Kaito right now. An idiot."

"Almost fooled me when Miu died..." Himiko's reminder only twisted the knife. Of course they mattered. Yet he hesitated. Wouldn't admitting this just make it harder? "You mean as much as I do. Nothing."

"I say our lives matter." She shoved away his insistence easily, as if they were simply talking out at the courtyard. "So if we're all the same, you matter too."

"So, can you end it? The mastermind might keep the game running, but they end it too." He was leaning forward, not letting the robot look away from him. "We don't need to care what the outside world thinks, or what they want anymore." Defiance had never seemed possible. Yet if he was acting for the others, it wasn't really disobedience. He was just following their hope. That was his purpose too, wasn't it? Well, there was an easy way to check. He pulled up the mask from his collar and attempted to call on the upgrades he had installed on the chance more violence was needed. The fact his arm responded and changed to the cannon was almost a surprise. Miu would have gotten a kick out of that. Kokichi too, really. Too dead to care now.

“Is that a yes?” Kaede had no fear of the cannon, not even considering that he could simply turn it on all four of them. It was almost Kaito levels of belief. Foolish. He was their enemy...but maybe she did truly trust he never had the desire to do this.

“You all choose to have me end this, then? To have no say?” They had no fear. There was no real happiness there, stiff upper lips and raised chins at best, but they certainly were not in some state of despair either. “Is that really what you want?”

The nods were short, no hesitation. “We do. I trust you, I trust all of our lives matter. No matter what the outside world thinks!”

He stared at the pianist for a long moment, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t.” His chiding was somewhat muffled between the mask and the high pitched whine the jets made as they fired up. “Someone smarter than me will take advantage of that.” If she responded, he didn’t hear it. He didn’t want the four’s plan to fail if those in charge suddenly objected to this course of action. A few test shots that did nothing to the dome enclosing the school meant they had prepared for that possibility. The fact the part of the school he shot at to make sure he had the power level at max exploded rather spectacularly made it clear only one weapon was going to do anything. It could still fail...but he wouldn’t be around to be disappointed. The timing was good, he knew he felt his shoulder start to clip the dome as the self destruct timer hit zero. Whatever happened next would be up to those four. He could hope whatever it was would be better than here, at least. They’d suffered enough.

#drv3 #kiibo #Mastermind Kiibo #v3 killing harmony #keebo #inspired stuff #does this mean i fanficed a fanfic #yes #the comic is way better but i wanted more ok #so this exists #i need to work on my stuff now that this is out of my head lol

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cupcakezys · 4 years

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....41 with Merthur?

This was originally meant to be a lot more fluffy but then this happened so…. I’m sorry? I hope you enjoy anyway anon!

From this ask game thing.

Read on AO3 if you prefer!

41 - Forbidden kiss.

Merlin wondered if this was what would finally get him executed. He had always thought it would be his magic – after all, in a magic hating kingdom like Camelot, if anything was to get him killed it would be the discovery of his magic. He had never even considered that this might be something he would have to worry about.

Not that he would change anything, no matter the dangers.

Arthur’s lips were chapped, and warm, and Merlin had wondered what they would feel like pressed against his for so long that he could hardly believe this wasn’t just another one of his fantasies. Of course, his fantasies usually involved him doing something heroic and brave – like saving Camelot from whatever evil decided to attack it with his magic, for all to see, and Arthur realising how madly in love he was with his secretly sorcerous servant.

They hadn’t ever started with them in Arthur’s room, sitting in front of the fire and talking about nothing, a flask of wine being shared between them. They hadn’t ever involved him sitting in Arthur’s lap, the prince giggling in his ear.

They certainly didn’t involve Arthur calling his ears adorable, and tugging on them until Merlin stopped him with a kiss.

It lasted for hardly a second before Arthur was pulling away, face pinched and looking much more sober than seconds before. It made Merlin’s heart skip a beat and then flood with fear. He pulled away, suddenly feeling sober himself.

“Arthur-”

“We can’t.” He whispered hoarsely. “It’s forbidden Merlin.”

Merlin gulped, tried to keep the tears out of his eyes as he nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Arthur shook his head. “I’m sorry. If I were anyone else…”

“But you’re not.” Merlin said. He drew in a shaky breath. “I understand.”

He forced himself up and away. Arthur might have protested, might have reached out to stop him, but if he did he hesitated for a moment too long, and Merlin ran from the room without looking back.

///

The next time it happened, it went much more like one of his fantasies - just with Merlin playing less of a brave and heroic role and more of an injured, dying one.

Merlin had to wonder how either of them had thought that going out hunting with just the two of them was a good idea. Not that they hadn’t done it before, but the reports of bandits in the area should really have made them more cautious. They could have at least taken a few knights, like Morgana had begged them to.

It hadn’t been a problem at first. Arthur was more than capable of handling the five bandits that had surprised them, especially with Merlin secretly helping in the background. Three bandits had fallen, and Arthur had just defeated the fourth when the last one decided to turn and run.

Right towards Merlin.

He heard Arthur yell his name as the bandit rushed past him. For a moment he thought Arthur wanted him to stop him, and he almost scoffed. How was he supposed to stop him without a weapon? Magic? Arthur would probably laugh, and Merlin would too, if it wasn’t an honest question.

Not that he got the chance to ask, as he very quickly found out that Arthur’s scream hadn’t had anything to do with Merlin stopping the bandit from getting away and everything to do with warning Merlin of the sword aimed right for his middle.

He didn’t realise he’d been stabbed for an eternity.

And then he was collapsing on the floor, his knees landing in the dirt and jarring his whole body, pain beating through his veins like blood. He blinked and Arthur was there, gently guiding him to the ground. He was saying something, Merlin could see his lips moving, but he couldn’t hear him over the pounding in his ears.

“Arthur.” He gasped out, and Arthur grasped his hand tightly in response.

“Hold on.” He said, and this time Merlin could hear him. “I’m going to get you back to Gaius, and he’s going to fix you right up, alright?”

Merlin nodded, though he had no idea how they were going to get back to the castle. They were in the middle of the forest, a good hour or so from Camelot. There was no way Merlin was going to make it there, not without any horses.

“You idiot.” Arthur whispered, squeezing his hand tight. “Why didn’t you move out of the way?”

Merlin tried for a grin. “Too clumsy.”

Arthur snorted, and then he was kissing him, gentle and yet no less desperate for it. Merlin kissed him back, as well as he could, before he pulled back with a wince.

“Thought… it was… forbidden?” He forced out.

“Shut up Merlin.” Arthur rebutted, and Merlin swore he could hear tears in his voice.

Then he passed out.

///

When he woke, it was to the familiar sights and sounds of his bedroom. His stomach felt like it was on fire, but he was alive. That in and of itself was a miracle, considering that Merlin was certain he was going to die on the forest floor.

He groaned and opened his eyes, intending to call out to Gaius, only for the words to shrivel up on his tongue when he saw Arthur sitting next to him.

“Arthur.” He croaked out, startling the prince from his thoughts.

Blue eyes stared at him for a moment. “You’re awake.”

Merlin groaned, hands hovering over his stomach. “I wish I wasn’t.”

“Here.” Arthur said, and something foul smelling was shoved under his nose. “Gaius said to give you this when you woke.”

Merlin took it blindly and forced it down in one go, doing his best not to gag. “Thanks.”

Arthur said nothing, quietly taking the cup back. Merlin enjoyed the silence for a moment, but then curiosity got the best of him. He opened his eyes and found Arthur still staring at him.

He sat up, as best he could, ignoring Arthur’s attempts to get him to stay still. “What happened?”

“You were stabbed.” Arthur said bluntly.

Merlin couldn’t help himself – he snorted. “That would explain the stab wound.”

“You almost died.” Arthur said sharply, and then, more quietly. “You should have died.”

Merlin swallowed hard and reached out, trying not to show his hurt when Arthur pulled away. “But I didn’t.”

“No, you didn’t.” Arthur looked at him, something cold in his eyes, and worry started to weave its way into Merlin’s heart. “Do you know how you’re alive?”

Merlin’s lips quirked up, though he didn’t feel like smiling. “Gaius’s amazing skills as a physician?”

Arthur shook his head. “Even if I had gotten you to Gaius in time, there was no way you would have survived a wound like that. I’ve seen knights die in minutes from injuries half as severe.”

Merlin didn’t want to ask. He didn’t, but he did. “Then how am I alive?”

Arthur’s jaw tightened as he finally looked away. “Because of your magic.”

Arthur was expecting a response, Merlin was sure. Some sort of explanation, or denial, or an apology maybe. Merlin couldn’t give him any of those. He was too busy trying to figure out what he was supposed to do now that Arthur apparently knew.

“You were bleeding out.” Arthur continued, when it became obvious Merlin wasn’t going to say anything. “I knew you weren’t going to make it, but I tried. I didn’t even get ten paces before you started glowing.”

”Glowing?” Merlin asked, confused.

He’d never started glowing before.

“Your wound.” Arthur said, gesturing to his middle, like that explained anything. “It started glowing gold, and when I checked it was half healed. Gaius gave you a few tonics and stitched your front and announced that you’d be fine.”

Merlin looked down at his middle, saw the white of bandages peeking out from under his shirt. He pulled at them and wondered what it meant that his magic had healed him without him even being conscious.

“Gaius told me everything.” Arthur said, drawing Merlin out of his thoughts. “About you, and your magic.”

“Oh.” Merlin said.

He wasn’t sure what else he could say.

Arthur made a wounded sound in the back of his throat. “Did you really not trust me?”

Merlin closed his eyes. “I don’t know how to trust anybody with this part of me.”

Silence filled the room between them.

Merlin sighed. “I’m sorry I lied to you.”

Arthur made another pained noise. “No. Merlin, I’m sorry.”

He cracked an eye open, dared to give a little grin. “What’s this? Arthur Pendragon apologising? I didn’t know you knew the words.”

“Shut up.” Arthur retorted, playful, though he still looked upset. “You had good reason to lie to me.”

Merlin reached out, slow, and this time Arthur didn’t pull away. “Not anymore.”

“No.” Arthur said instantly, squeezing his hand. “Not anymore.”

Merlin smiled, relieved and exhausted all in one. Magical healing was draining, it seemed. He settled back down, relaxing beneath the covers, and almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Arthur pulling the blanket up to his shoulders and kissing him sweetly on the forehead.

He cracked one eye open, grinned. “I thought kissing a servant was forbidden?”

“I think we can stand to break a few more laws.” Arthur said, leaning down to kiss him properly.

Merlin grinned. “Well, when you put it like that.”

And then he kissed his prince, the laws be dammed.

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#caketalks #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin/arthur #cakeswriting #my writing #thanks for the ask anon!#:D

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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kokichi comforting kaede after shuichi’s death

ahh ~ i stan the idea of a mindbroke kaede following kokichi around and just doing whatever he asks without question because she genuinely does not care. kokichi, who acts as if he’s the protag now, fighting against maki and kaito - mod kokichi

- this,, this wasn't the plan

- this wasn't supposed to end like this

- tsumugi knew that the moment she accidentally took out shuichi instead of kaede

- kaede came running in unexpectantly, screaming for shuichi

- shuichi, shuichi, SHU-

- she stopped calling his name, her happiness shattering into a million pieces

- oh god, there was so much blood

- there was so much,, so,,, so much,,,

- tears bubbled up in kaede's eyes, running down her face and dropping onto the hardwood floor of the library

- she was just a few minutes too late

- she was supposed to have met him today at the library to discuss the mastermind

- without realizing it, her legs gave out on her, and she dropped to her knees

- she wanted to hold onto shuichi, to check for a pulse, to do SOMETHING

- but there was so much blood everywhere

- she was bent all the way down, as if she were praying or begging for forgiveness, her forehead touching the floor

- kaede : " sh-shuichi,, shuichi,,, "

- she recited his name over and over like a mantra

- it was the only thing she could think of

- kokichi just / happened / to be walking by

- he had found himself bored with hanging out with the rest of the students, so he went to check the school out on his own

- and he heard a female crying, so he went to investigate

- immediately upon entering the library, he could smell the blood in the air

- kokichi : " kaede ? what are you doing over there ? "

- if she heard him, she never answered, crying profusely onto the floor below her

- the body discovery announcement played, scaring the crap out of everyone

- but kaede seemed dead to the world

- she sat there and cried through the whole investigation

- it,, it wasn't like her,,

- everyone had grim faces as they walked around her to investigate the body

- no one wanted to admit that their strong leader was now shrivelled up into nothing because her lover died

- she only got up for the trial, and barely answered any questions, having become sick to her stomach suddenly

- kokichi took over the trial, answer questions, rebutting, and dismantling arguments

- there was no one else to listen to, so they all just followed his lead through the trial

- they came to the assumably correct conclusion that rantaro was the killer ( it's just like chap. 01 where kaede had plans to murder and it had been assumed she killed the wrong person until later when it's revealed that tsumugi did it. rantaro is in kaede's place )

- and he was promptly executed

- kaede returned to her room immediately after the trial, ignoring kaito's pleas for her to go back to her normal self

- it was almost seven in the morning, and all she had done was cry

- she got no sleep in, and no food

- all she did all night was cry

- before she knew it, the morning announcement played

- knock, knock, knock

- hopefully, it would go away if she ignored it

- knock, knock, knock

- just close your eyes, kaede. ignore it

- knock, knock, knock

- there was a little bit of rustling, and the door opened on it's own

- she didn't particularly care how they got into her room

- if they wanted to kill her, now would be perfect

- she didn't care about these fucking class trials, the people around her, these rules. nothing.

- she had no faith in humanity anymore

- kokichi sat down on her bed, silent

- kokichi : " you can't cry forever. tears eventually run out, you know. "

- there was more silence, and kokichi looked around her room

- kokichi : " this is your room ? it's nice. mine is a little messier than this. even though i just had it for a few days. "

- maybe talking wasn't the way to do this,, he wouldn't know, he's never had to comfort someone a day in his life

- at least, not that he really remembers much about that

- he was hesitant to put a hand on her, but he slowly gathered the balls to gently rub her back

- the crying that had just been gentle streams of silent tears now rushed up again, forcing her to hiccup and lose air from her system

- they sat there for at least an hour, kokichi just rubbing her back while she cried

- after what felt like forever, she picked herself up, at least sitting up in her bed

- kokichi : " are you ready to come get some food with me, now ? i think everyone's already gone. it'll just be me and you. i hope you won't take it as a date or anything. i'm not particularly keen about dating. but who knows ? i'm a liar. "

- she still wouldn't speak, but at least she was up, and staring at her hands

- and most importantly, she stopped crying

- kokichi : " i think you could be really useful to me, kaede. you know, to stop this killing game and everything. "

- she glanced towards him, not making eye contact

- kokichi : " ,, also i brought you something. "

- he reached down beside the bed, pulling out one of shuichi's hats from his room

- kokichi : " consider it a gift. from shuichi, of course. "

- was that hat originally for him ? yeah.

- was he going to tell kaede that ? no. no, he wasn't.

- it may have been too early to show her the hat, because she gripped it with such weak strength and pulled it closer to her chest

- but she didn't cry.

- kokichi : " i can't have my partner in crime getting sick from eating. let's get some food, yeah ? "

- kaede did another glance at him, her hands still on the hat

- kaede : " yeah, let's get some food. "

- kokichi smiled, clapping his hands softly

- kokichi : " perfect,,, "

- he stood up first, but let kaede leave the room first

- he almost felt like skipping, his plan working perfectly so far

- god, this was too good.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #kokichi oma #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #danganronpa shuichi #danganronpa kokichi #danganronpa kaede #danganronpa imagines #imagines #mod kokichi

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monomonomagines · 4 years

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hey there! if it's okay, would I be able to request a similar thing as one of your recent posts with the V3 characters being taunted abt their s/o's death except it's for the v3 girls with a fem s/o? and otherwise p much the same if that's okay?? thank you!!!! yall are great!!!!

Thanks so much for requesting this. I’m sure since you read the last one of these I did, you know I can’t go into too much detail about gore/blood but I’ll still try my hardest! I’ve been working harder to make all of these imagines better written so I hope you enjoy this and if not please feel free to tell me where I goofed so that I can fix it up. Also for anyone that isn’t familiar with the previous version I did of this request with the V3 boys you can find it here.

Kaede

Kaede dreaded those awful announcements more than anything.

Whenever another body was found so was another murderer, both being the very people she knew to be her friends.

It was too much for her most of the time but she was determined to remain positive. As long as you were with her, she had nothing to worry about.

That’s what she thought at least until she entered the Gym and realized she couldn’t pick you out from the crowd.

She felt her heart suddenly sink but before she could even confirm her suspicions Shuichi pulled her by the arm to drag her aside.

He didn’t want her to have to see the horrible state your body was left in but even as he told her of what happened she couldn’t believe it, not until she saw it with her own two eyes.

When she did see you though, with your lifeless eyes crumpled on the floor like some forgotten rag doll with the murder weapon next to you she knew.

She knew but she couldn’t accept it at all.

The whole investigation she’s trying her hardest to still help Shuichi and during the class trial, she’s staying fairly strong.

However, that all comes crashing down as soon as the murderer is cornered by the two and begins to mock you.

Kaede couldn’t believe her ears but she definitely heard them mock the way that you didn’t even see them coming, the way that you thought of them as a mere friend passing when you saw them, and how you simply fell to the floor lifeless without even knowing what happened.

Kaede had discerned with Shuichi that the cause of death was instantaneous and was a result of blunt force trauma but she still didn’t want to hear about your suffering at all.

You were always so kind and for someone to betray your trust like that was just unacceptable!

She’d push Shuichi to finish things off as tears streamed down her cheeks but she couldn’t bring herself to watch the execution at all.

She knows you wouldn’t have wanted this but she had no choice but to do this for your sake and everyone else’s. That murderer had to pay for their crimes!

Kirumi

Kirumi had taken a while to dedicate herself to one person but now that she had, she had never been happier.

That’s why she was prepared to investigate as soon as she heard the Body Discovery Announcement with you and your remaining friends.

However, when she opened your lab only to find you hung up like some oversized ornament with the murder weapon laying below your dangling body she was in total shock.

She still wasn’t prepared to have someone like you and she wasn’t prepared at all for you to be taken out of her life.

She was normally so calm and so composed but just like when she had fallen in love with you she had only been able to fall to her knees and begin to wail like a child.

Everyone was shocked but no one dared to disturb her, not even Kokichi.

This was such a rare explosion of emotion from the Ultimate Maid and all of them knew it wasn’t a good idea to make things worse.

That is everyone other than the murderer.

As soon as there were a few pieces of incriminating evidence used against them they immediately turned to try to rile up Kirumi, telling her about how you cried for her to save you, how even as you died you were spouting nonsense about how she’d get them even if you didn’t make it, and most of all how she failed to do either.

Unbeknownst to them though, Kirumi had no tears left to shed. She was only filled with ice-cold rage.

Her expression didn’t change but her eyes certainly glared daggers at them.

She was ready to end this and if she had to she’d do it herself.

Kirumi brought things to a swift end, putting together the pieces without even investigating herself.

She thought she’d feel relieved but even as the execution played she felt sadder than she ever had before. This wouldn’t bring you back, nothing could.

Angie

Angie was rather carefree even when it came to the Killing Games so when the Body Discovery Announcement reared it’s ugly head she barely paid it any mind.

This just meant that she’d go spend more time with you, get through another Class Trial guided by Atua, and then she could go back to the dorms to hang out with you.

She expected you to already be there as you normally were a lot quicker about these things yet something was odd.

The place of crime was your room somehow?

She merely thought it coincidence at first but when she saw everyone but you crowded around the outside of your dorm she knew something was amiss.

Before anyone could stop her, she pushed her way through, calling for you.

However, once she saw you, she realized that you weren’t going to respond anytime soon.

There you lay on your bed as though you were just sleeping, the only difference on you being some blood on your hands.

She wasn’t ready to comprehend the intricacies of your murder though.

All she could comprehend was that she was back to being the world’s loneliest girl and that you’d never return to her.

Surprisingly she wasn’t emotional at all. No, instead her normally aglow face just held a strangely foreign downcast look.

It was so unusual for Angie to not be her usual smiling self but even when it was time to begin the Trial itself she still just stood in her place with that same expression on her face.

It was all she had done during the investigation. No one had heard a word from her within the entire Trial even.

That is until the murderer had dared to mock her.

She couldn’t feel anything but sadness and anger swirling inside her despite her lack of expression.

She didn’t retort at all she knew that you probably would’ve called for her.

She knew you’d believe in her to the last minute just as much as she believed in Atua but what use was it when those beliefs weren’t granted?

She knew she had to end this so finally acting like her old self she put on a smile urging Shuichi to finish things up.

She didn’t watch the execution at all she just would wait until she could return to her room before she could wail and scream at the heavens to give you back.

Tenko

Like Angie, Tenko can get carried away with her own interests.

She always cares if she loses a friend (including degenerate males even) but she doesn’t always help out the most during the investigation process.

Again not because she doesn’t care but rather because she has her priorities, priorities which happened to be you.

Because of dating you she’d be stuck to you like glue most of the time. That and you were what was always on her mind even in this awful Killing Game.

So when that blasted Announcement played itself she knew she would be needed. You were probably scared without her there to protect you.

She quickly sprinted to the Dining Hall, prepared to be a source of comfort for you in these trying times when her eyes didn’t spot you.

Huh? That’s odd. Perhaps she had just missed you?

She kept scanning all the standing students gathered around, not even bothering to look at the body until it sank in.

You weren’t here so that could only mean one thing. That body she saw sprawled out in the corner was none other than you.

Tenko always had trouble being a bit overemotional but this just made things worse.

She was equally angry and sad and she really couldn’t pick between crying over you and threatening the others even when they had to touch your body for the investigation.

She impeded the investigation more than helped it but no one wanted to blame her for that.

You two were so close, she always made sure everyone knew it too so for someone to do this was just plain cruel.

And that couldn’t have been more true.

The murderer just had to add insult to injury by mocking her about how you cried out for her, that she’d protect you because she swore to, and how you still died with the foolish hope that she would come in time.

It was too much for her and if not for Gonta holding her back they might’ve had another murder on their hands.

Tenko would push Shuichi to finish things, not being much help herself this time around.

She wouldn’t watch the execution but she wouldn’t be quite the same afterwards. Compared to Angie, she isn’t good at faking going back to her old self and wouldn’t seem like it until a good while had passed.

Then she’d decide to keep living on for you! Even if she couldn’t have protected your body, she’d protect your memory for sure!

Miu

Miu had made some basic walkie talkie like devices for you and her to keep in touch but you hadn’t been picking up.

She assumed you were just ignoring her or sleeping or some shit so at first, she was just anticipating you to send a message back.

However, more and more time passed and there was no word back.

She had begun to grow a bit worried by then so she decided to go by your dorm but even when she knocked there was no answer.

The only other option was the dining hall then! She quickly made her way over to the hall but something on the way stopped her.

Because of being in such a hurry she had tripped over something but when she looked down to see that it was a literal arm she couldn’t help but let out a shriek.

Soon all the others came running and as soon as they did that terrifying Announcement played.

At first, Miu was confused, but as she looked a little further beyond the arm she had tripped over she knew why you didn’t answer her.

She couldn’t look as they looked over your body, all she could do was dejectedly pick up your walkie talkie laying next to you.

Both of her newest favorite things were now in pieces and she didn’t even know how to react.

Throughout the investigation, she’d be rather angry impeding more than helping like Tenko.

However, that anger wouldn’t subside even in the Class Trial.

The whole time she kept both walkie talkies in hand ready to incriminate the asshole that killed her lover in a heartbeat.

In fact, she was so angry that even when the killer began to mock her she didn’t get meek like normal at all.

She didn’t care if you tried to call her with the walkie talkie or if you screamed or whatever. What she cared about was getting rid of the asshole that stole you from her!

She’d actually somehow wrap up a Class Trial herself, surprising everyone there.

But when the execution played she was more focused on fiddling with that walkie talkie. She had made it so that it wasn’t just like any old one. She could still get your chat logs if she fixed yours.

And once she did she’d just sit and listen to the sound of your voice. Now all those, “I love yous” and “Good mornings or nights” felt so long ago.

Himiko

Himiko was normally woken up by you so that she didn’t have to worry about getting up herself but weirdly enough that awful Announcement woke her instead.

It wasn’t like you to just suddenly not come to wake her up so she made her way towards the crime scene in the pool rather leisurely.

She didn’t feel hurried at all until she saw something that caught her eye in the pool.

Was that you?

She couldn’t comprehend it and even though she was always so relaxed she couldn’t help but feel panicked.

How was this happening? This was really happening, right?

Himiko felt her legs give out underneath her, falling to the ground in a small heap as she looked on in horror.

She couldn’t cry or scream, all she could was look on in a terrified stupor.

By the time she felt even slightly more balanced the whole investigation had gone by.

As far as she was concerned the investigation was a total blur but as soon as the Trial began she had some newfound anger.

She was demanding answers even before Shuichi had a certain suspect pinned and even then her questioning only grew in ferocity.

She wasn’t backing down at least not until that awful murderer mocked you.

That was a whole other story. She couldn’t believe that she didn’t hear you calling for help, that you believed in her even then, and that you died with such faith in her never being realized.

She felt awful and before she knew it she was a crying screaming mess.

She wanted this to end. She needed Shuichi to finish this for her. She was too weak to do this even with her magic.

After the Trial, she’s still just a sobbing mess. Tenko would have to take her back to her room, trying to comfort her.

But she doesn’t want to come out of her room again. You’re not there so what’s the point?

She’ll be down for a good while but with her friends encouraging her she’ll try to follow Tenko’s example, living to honor the memories of you she held in her heart.

Tsumugi

Tsumugi was used to eating breakfast with you in the morning so when you never came to the Dining Hall she immediately began to worry.

She’d run out before she even registered that her legs were moving towards your dorm.

She’d knock and knock but you wouldn’t respond and that’s when she knew something wasn’t right.

Running out to check whatever rooms she knew were nearby, she never expected to find you by the top of the stairs on the second floor.

Who could’ve done this!? She was overwhelmed by the sudden sight that all she could do was fall to her knees as a few tears began to trickle down.

She had to call for the rest of your friends, she knew she did but she didn’t want to acknowledge that this was really happening.

Even though her voice felt like it barely came out she was able to yell loud enough for a few others to come, signaling that terrible Announcement.

She was far too shaken up for the investigation and she wasn’t any better in the trial.

That’s why when the murderer began to mock her everyone was sure it was going to break her.

Instead, though, she looked very angry.

She didn’t ask to hear about how you screamed for help or how the life left your eyes. She only cared about delivering the final blow to this scumbag.

Even after the Trial is over though she can’t look anyone in the eye. She just feels so lost without you that she ends up being rather distant.

She’ll make a lot more cosplays to try to cope but she just ends up making all of your favorite characters even when you can’t wear their outfits.

Maki

Maki was used to losing people that she cared for.

That’s why she expected something like this to happen. She just didn’t know it’d happen so soon.

It was only last night when the two of you spoke. She had warned you to be careful, to not get yourself killed and you promised that you wouldn’t.

She didn’t know why but the fact that promise was broken only made that ache her heart worse.

She didn’t express anything even when the Announcement played after everyone showed up to the Gym.

She could tell what was going on. You were the only one not here so it had to be you laying in a puddle of your own blood there.

You were such an idiot. You promised her and now here you were.

As much as she wanted to avenge you, she knew she couldn’t kill to get back at your killer. She needed to do this right and that’s why she’s stepping up for the investigation.

She knew everything there was about murder obviously and she was going to use it to her advantage.

It was this very knowledge that helped incriminate the brute that killed you but they didn’t want to give up hurting others apparently.

Maki wasn’t too fazed when the killer mocked her but when they talked about how you cried out for her, an assassin of all people she was beyond mad.

How dare they talk about you like that!

She makes sure there’s a swift finish to that trial and she watches that execution with cold eyes.

She wasn’t happy to see another classmate of hers die but she was more concerned about one thing.

How could they look so scared to die? How scared were you with her not there to save you?

It all just left a bad taste in her mouth. It was worse than failing a mission. She had allowed herself to get close to someone and for what?

She was all alone in the world again.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #drv3 #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa x reader #x reader #imagine #kaede akamatsu #kirumi tojo #angie yonaga #tenko chabashira #miu iruma #himiko yumeno #tsumugi shirogane #maki haruwaka #ask #mod toko

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itsa-lie · 3 years

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The Birth Of A Liar Part Four

||Part One||Part Two||Part Three||Part Four||Part Five||

I can’t believe I’ve written four of these already... but now is when things get a bit more interesting.

Trigger Warning: Kidnapping,ne*dles,and mentions of past Daganronpa executions.

It’s six years later, Kokichi and some of his orphan friends are in an orphanage. They had been found out. The building that they used to use, all the things that they stole and all their shared happy memories were now collecting dust in a damp abandoned brick structure. The men in the uniforms were very thorough in their orders. All the children wearing the clown masks and costumes that Halloween night were to be brought in. The Tokyo law enforcement building was now up to the brim with rowdy children calling for someone named “Kokichi Ouma”, the child who disappeared so many years ago. Who was to know he was housing orphans or children from bad homes. Even the father killer Maki Haruwaka was found. Kokichi refused to talk, afraid to trust adults after what he’s seen them do. They’ve murdered three people, two of which were his own parents. Who’s to say these people won’t hurt his new family?

Though all they did was gather them up, give them a big dinner to eat (even bigger than the meals that DICE usually gives), before taking them to the local orphanage, Kokichi included. One would think that he would be a bit happy, he and the other Co Leaders didn’t have the weighted responsibility of the lives of over a thousand children. Though Kokichi was not relieved. He was even more worried. Especially since one of his ten Co Leaders didn’t come back. A day didn’t go by where Kokichi didn’t worry about Maki. Where did she go? Why wasn’t she caught like the rest? Did she and Goro go back to their real home? And what about Hanako? So many thoughts preoccupied his head that he almost couldn’t get himself awake that morning. Luckily the younger kids were able to wake him up, placing his hand in cold water and pouring water on him to make it seem like he had wet himself. The cold water wakes him up instantly, his body jolting out of bed in the sitting position. “Wha-?” He pulls his covers noticing the wet spot. “Oh great...”

The eruption of laughter from the children woke him up even more. Grogginess made it hard for the leader to realize but after seeing the cup of water, the squirt bottle in one child’s hand, and the small evil Kokichi Ouma like grins behind poorly drawn clown masks he notices that his pranking skills have been passed on to the future faces of his club. “Nyhehehe, you got me good. I’ll be down for breakfast shortly.”

Once he shoos the kiddos off, he puts on his boring school clothes and heads downstairs. Once he got there, a roar of laughter and chatting filled his ears. It was by the television set in the living quarters...what kind of event would warrant such a joyful response from the others? Perhaps a new anime show had aired? Curiously he approaches only to hear that God awful song in his ears. The wretched rock intro to one of his most despised shows on television. Danganronpa. The black and white bear character comes close to the camera, smiles evily, then cuts to scenes of...well...violence. Violence and death. And the kids were eating this up like candy.

“Hey! The next season of Daganronpa is heading to you this year, and we want YOU to be apart of it!” A cheesy announcer cheerfully gloats as the children watch with happy giggling. This made Kokichi feel sick. “We’re accepting audition tapes to find the next ULTIMATE. Do you think YOU can be the last one standing in the Killing Game? Then send a video to ———————- and tell us why you think you’re perfect for Daganronpa! You must be eighteen or older to register. Wearenotresponsibleforanymemoryortraumawhenyouapply.”

That last comment went a bit too fast and it was very hard to hear the announcer over the loud music, but all of this did sound fishy.

“If I was in the killing game, I’d kill everyone and no one would even know!” Exclaimed one boy, a boy from DICE given he has a drawn clown mask in his hands. Being the leader Kokichi had to step up.

“That’s MURDER. Killing is MURDER. You’re a member of DICE. You should know better.”

The boy rolls his eyes. “Relax, Koki. It’s all fake. Do you really think a talking robot teddy would kill anyone?”

“Or turn them into butter? Or deep fry them alive? No that would be too horrible to be real but on television they can work their magic~!” Chimes in a girl, another one of DICE’s orphans. How could they like this?! Each time he saw another “body discovery” or even the way they executed the killers just....it was horrible! Probably edited with special effects and music for the audience but if you were there the music wouldn’t be and you’d be hearing every bit of pain they were experiencing. Why watch that? WHY give money to that!?

“Eighteen huh...oh yeah! Koki is turning eighteen in a few months! Why doesn’t Koki apply?”

“Yeah! Kokichi is the kindest bestest leader of our group! If anyone could win it would be Kiki!”

All the eyes were on him now and he...froze up? Even if he was a leader and the founder of an organization, being the center of attention for such a large audience not of just his members made him fill with anxiety. Watching his every move, listening to his every word, it was enough pressure as it was to have all these kids look up to you. “Uhh...sorry. I don’t kill. And I don’t expect to be killed anytime soon thank you very much.” What sort of leader would go back on his own word? Death was horrible. Glorifying death, glorifying grief and pain...he didn’t want to have anything to do with that sort of philosophy.

“You don’t have to kill! You can just uncover the mastermind! And with the prize money for winning we could build back up the headquarters and leave this place!”

Wait...prize money? There was prize money for a game about killing people? Or is it for the one who survives? The children continue to root for him to apply not understanding the real consequences of him doing so. The purple haired boy put his hand to his head to massage the ever growing tension that was slowly rising. “I-I dunno...I-I’ll see.” That wasn’t a very satisfactory answer for the children as they cried out in disappointment. This was a big deal...he couldn’t just decide to do this right away. His quick to act intuition had failed him before, and he tries to take what Maki said to heart to not make the same mistake twice.

All the children gathered around the table to eat breakfast. Honestly Kokichi wasn’t hungry at that moment. He would only nibble a little on his eggs and toast before telling the workers he was full. The others wouldn’t stop begging him to join and it made his stomach feel sick. He quickly left for school.

Walking through the halls of his high school, he spots a peculiar poster hung outside one of the AV Room. It had that bear on it. That grinning bear that so gleefully sends those people to their deaths. What was his name? Mononucleosis? Monogram? Meh. Who cares. The poster however had the words “Daganronpa Audition Sign Up” in big letters above the smirking ursine. Blinking a few times, Kokichi weighs the situation. If he doesn’t do something about this, more stupid kids will be sent to their death in front of millions of people. However if he somehow RUINS the game, maybe he could stop it entirely!

There it was. His new goal! A purpose to save everyone before they’ve tricked into this horrific trap!

“Are you here for the audition? Hellooooo? Excuse me?”

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a girl with glasses, her uniform wasn’t the same the girl’s wore here however...maybe she worked for Daganronpa? No...she was definitely a high schooler. Even her bag mentioned an “anime club” which was featured right across it. There was definitely no anime club here but he knew other schools had them. Kokichi turns to the female, his words stuck in his throat.

“Umm y-yeah. Yes I am.”

“You’re really short for an upperclassman. Are you eighteen?”

“Yes, I-I mean close to it. My birthday is in two months...” Shit why was he being so shy now? Yeah the blue haired girl was pretty, but he wasn’t attracted to her! Maybe it was the fact she works for a big television company and that intimidated him?

“That’s fine, the next season won’t start for three months anyway so I think you’ll be fine...” The girl then holds out a clipboard with many forms on it and a pen to use. Kokichi stares at it confused. The girl gives him a reassuring smile and waved her arms in front of her. “Oh no need to be alarmed by that, it’s just tv speak. You know, that we’re able to use your name and face and everything.” The girl explains. Well...she didn’t say anything about risking their real life...so maybe it was okay.

He signs in every page that needed it, hardly reading the fine print. The girl smiles and places the forms in another folder to make everything neat. However from the corner of his eye he could see a familiar sign of someone on one of the forms. The name “Maki Haruwaka” written on one form in the folder. His eyes went wide. No...it couldn’t be the SAME Maki Haruwaka right? She hated death as much as he did! Still knowing that she was still out there gave him a small amount of relief. Maybe he really shouldn’t have done it, but Kokichi spoke up.

“Maki Haruwaka signed up too?” The blue haired girl tilts her head looking curiously up at him. “Oh? You know her? Why yes! She goes to my school so I see her a few times in the halls. Oh that’s right! You two were running an orphanage together, right?” Kokichi nods hesitantly. He hasn’t seen her for a good six years, what could she be doing right now? Were her siblings safe as well? What about the other DICE members? “Aww that sounds like a good anime plot. I’ll have to look into if anyone has already done it.” she pushes up her glasses. “Anyway you want to use the AV room to record your video, right?”

“My what now?”

“Your audition tape!” She takes one video tape from a box to show as an example. “Don’t worry the tapes are private and the camera won’t start recording until you press the button on its control panel.”

Well that....was sort of comfortable he guesses. He nods and hesitantly made his way inside. The AV room looked a lot different then he thought it would. Most chairs were put up to the side, a square made of white tape stood on the wooden floor in front of a large television set and a camera mounted to the top of it. Gulping to himself, Kokichi gets closer to the camera. His shiny blueish purple hair illuminated the television screen as his pale face hides his features behind his bangs.

He reached up both hands and quickly slapped his face. Now wasn’t the time to be timid and scared. He had to do this. For his friends, for the children of the world, for Maki, for DICE.

Clearing his throat, Kokichi puts up the biggest smile he could.

Then moves the bangs out of his face a little, and finally presses the record button.

“Hello adoring public, the name is Kokichi Ouma of Tokyo Japan! That’s right, the kid who hid away with a group of orphans for so long!” They should remember the story, after all it was worldwide news when it happened. Then he places his hands behind his head in an attempt to look more laid back. “I’ve led a whole raid on Tokyo, though we didn’t do anything illegal...yet.” He does his famous evil smile, his finger to his lips. “I’m an AVID fan of the Killing Games and who better to be in it than me~? I promise I will be the most interesting contestant you’ve ever had~!”

And with that he stopped the tape. That lie hurt to say, it felt gross even coming out of his mouth. But he had to. He had to for the sake of his family. Now it was done. He won’t even tell the kids back at the orphanage he did it. If he gets in he gets in.

Now all there was to do was to go back to his classes like normal. Though he could have sworn he saw the blue haired girl watching him closely as he leaves...

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Days went by and there was nothing out of the ordinary. No announcements, no more audition try outs or blue haired glasses girl, just normal every day school day. Again the children woke him up by pranks, this time a bucket of cold ice water, making him scream high pitched before laughing and taking the joke. Then downstairs there were breakfast and the kids watching the Daganronpa rerun, and then it was off to school.

The day was normal. There was nothing odd.

Weeeelll...except for that black car following him. He could have sworn he heard someone ask if “that was the guy” and the other one affirming with a “yes”. Oh Lord legs don’t fail him now.

He tries to leg it but was quickly swooped up by...grey people?! That’s as much as he could see before he was grabbed. As he struggled for freedom, he could feel something get shot into him, like the booster shots they get. It did hurt for a second, and Kokichi did twist and thrash for dear life, but suddenly his body felt...sleepy. He lets the exhaustion overcome him before he’s knocked out like a light.

#kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #i can't believe I've written four of these #daganronpa v3 #daganronpa headcanons #daganronpa killing harmony

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dmintraining · 3 years

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im about to just gush about my halfling family with no coherency so youve been warned

ok so my whole dnd experience began with one lightfoot halfling level one bard called eoifira maplefoot. i knew i wanted her to be Not A Good Person, but also didn't feel comfortable playing a bitch when i didn't know anything about the other players in the party, so i did what any normal person would do: i encorperated pretending to be nice to get what she wants into her back story.

eoifira's backstory time! (where we get introduced to the character i will play this summer, llwella, and a character i am desperate to play at some stage, erling) middle child of turpin and grace maplefoot (grace's maiden name was proudfoot), eoifira was taught to entertain by her grandmother on her mother's side. her mother's family ran the only inn and bar on a small island, but when her father married her mother, his parents moved in too. so, under one house, we have the proudfoot grandparents : otto and mary, and the maplefoot grandparents : hildegard and basso. turpin and grace had three children together, their eldest daughter, llwella, is two years older than eoifira, and their youngest is their son, erling.

like i said, mary taught eoifira how to entertain, through story telling, playing the lute, and playing the spoons. the two performed regularly in the bar. llwella was never a people person, but people liked her well enough and she was a wizard behind the bar from a young age. erling played a bigger role in the running of the inn than the bar, as he was far more gentle than his eldest sister and much less self-centered than eoifira.

running the only inn and bar meant that these three kids met a wide variety of folks, and for eoifira, that turned out to be a huge problem. a 16 year old eoifira met a 29 year old halfling wanderer with a chip on her shoulder, and became fast friends with her. by the time she was 18, eoifira had been indoctrinated into this other halfling's way of life : she would regularly travel to the mainland to aid in the slaughter the nobles who were partially responsible for the poverty of her island. the duo did not limit their targets based on age, if they were of noble descent, they were fair game. initially, eoifira was merely the distraction, flirting with guards and playing the damsel in distress while her girlfriend actually did the killing, but over time eoifira's hands became just as bloody.

no one could prove it was them, but popular opinion was that the girlfriend was the perpetrator, and when a 19 year old eoifira announced to her mother that she wanted to propose, grace maplefoot panicked and locked her daughter in her room. eventually, eoifira's would-be-fiancé stopped showing up at the island, and grace felt safe enough letting eoifira go about her chores on the island. one day, eoifira asks her mother for help out in the fields, where she'd offered to harvest the crops for an elderly neighbour. naturally, her mother agreed, thinking she'd be able to reconnect with her daughter, and explain why she did what she did, and to apologise.

she never got the chance. eoifira slit her throat in the field, disguised herself as a cabin boy using the uniform of a boy she'd murdered that morning, and escaped on a ship to the mainland before anyone even really noticed grace wasn't working the desk of the inn as usual.

on the mainland, eoifira searched for her lover. she found a grave. her lover had been trialed, convicted, and executed for the murders. she had never mentioned an accomplice.

unable to return to her homeland, and with the person she'd carefully curated her personality for dead, eoifira was at a loss.

unTIL she runs into a travelling group in the woods of rouges and college of whispers bards who live as they please, taking what they want. eoifira made a slight adaptation to her personality, so that instead of killing for a Cause, she would kill with Purpose: to get food/gold/possessions the group needed or wanted. unfortunately, eoifira fell in love with one of the bards, and thought it would be safe to come clean to him about her past in its entirety.

he was repulsed. she made a dramatic change to her personality, now advocating for sparing peoples lives; she was now a pacifist. eventually, the man she was in love with came around to her, and they got engaged, and lobbied for the party to become more merciful. the party got sick of their bullshit, and sprung an attack on the couple, killing her fiancé stone dead right in front of her. standing at a whopping three feet with an armor class of 13 and very little training as a bard, eoifira knew she didn't stand a chance, so she fell to her knees and started begging, claiming her lover her threatened to kill her if she hadn't done what she did. they believed her, the idiots.

that night, she went around to their individual tents and slit their throats as they slept.

once again alone in the world, and now in her 40's, eoifira began her life on the run, never really staying in one town for too long, preforming in taverns in return for lodgings and food. there's more on her, but im going to take us back to the island, the day of the murder.

llwella actually discovers the body. she and her sister were close (or so she thought), so initially llwella thought that whatever had slaughtered her mother had gotten to eoifira too, and went into mourning with the rest of the family. then, the murder of the cabin boy came to light. with very little digging, llwella followed the blood trail eoifira had left behind before and during her time with the party, and by the end of her investigation, became certain her sister had murdered her mother. she never felt as peaceful as the rest of her family- she had a horrible temper and a tendency to drag out grudges for longer than was healthy, but this discovery ignighted a rage in her that did not subside when she lashed out like she normally would. she knew she needed to be more proactive about this anger, and eventually joined a monkhood : the way of mercy. they were helping her work on her anger by channeling her energy into her job, which initially was to kill the patients who were beyond saving (think nurse ratched type), but as she progressed, she became responsible for reinforcing quarantines by any means necessary. eventually, she hit a block. she'd managed to work through most of the sources of her anger and use the energy productively, but try as they might, her fury towards her sister was too strong- it came to a point where it was affecting her work with the monks. they told her she needed to find and forgive eoifira if she ever wanted to progress.

llwella left to find her sister alright, but with no intention of forgiving her. she was going to end her sister if it was the last thing she did.

she spent years trying to find her, staying in inns she knew eoifira had preformed in and following her faint yet distinct trail left from her performances and charisma.

unbeknownst to llwella, she actually caught up to eoifira.

one evening, eoifira was sitting in a dark corner of an inn she'd just finished preforming in, having a nightcap before turning in for the night, when her sister appears. she sees llwella check in for the night at the desk, before immediately heading up to bed. eoifira moves to the desk, and starts flirting non-stop with the receptionist, flustering them so much that she manages to see the bookings list without getting noticed. she knows what room her sister is in.

in the wee hours of the morning, eoifira sneaks into her sister's room and slits her throat, running away before making sure she'd bled out.

luckily for llwella, there was a cleric in the vicinity, who'd been up late with night terrors, and heard her helpless gargling as he made his way back to bed. he was young, and only half-trained, and while llwella survived, her wound tends to seep blood and pus when she exherts herself to expend a ki point, and her voice is low, gravely, and prone to breaking. she has not yet come that close to her sister again.

back to their hometown : after their mother passed and the family went into grieving, erling, while mourning just as much as the others, subtly kept both of the family businesses running. there was a brief period of time where his father and his grandparents began to take up the reins again, but the workload fell on him once again once it was discovered eoifira was not in fact, dead, but on the run after having killed many people, mary included. when llwella joined the way of mercy, erling became enamoured with the idea of healing people. he loved his sisters, despite now having severe mixed feelings about eoifira, but he wanted to heal, he wanted to help people plain and simple. he didn't want to kill for fun like eoifira, but he didn't want to kill for mercy like llwella, he wanted to heal. but he was stuck behind a till and a bar for several years, until the proudfoots, now well into the ends of their lives, decided to sell the bar. his father took full responsibility for the inn, and with all four grandparents helping out here and there, erling felt comfortable enough to go out and chase his dream. unable to afford medical school, he reluctantly reached out to the monks his eldest sister had joined. he was upfront about his hang-ups about their practices, but opened up about his quiet and private worship of one of the deities they worship, mishakal. they directed him to a local collection of life clerics who worshipped the same goddess, and he became very happy there with them, at ease.

im yet to decide what whips him out of his peaceful life with these clerics and into a life of adventuring, but im pretty sure it will have something to do with either llwella or eoifira dragging him out either directly or indirectly (i have a feeling llwella might go missing, and it might be up to her brother to find her (because while eoifira doesn't hate her sister, she has pretty much washed her hands of her family))

#chats #dnd #dnd character #dnd original character #maplefoots #eoifira #llwella #erling #halfling supremacy

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Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Boo-Dunit

Now, this was a good episode! In fact, I’d even include it on a list of the best episodes to show someone who isn’t already familiar to the Ghostbusters franchise.

It begins on a dark and stormy night (and I won’t apologize for using that cliché opening). A large group of people have gathered at some mansion, for the Reading of the Will. Apparently, an old woman named Agatha Grisley (an obvious parody of Agatha Christie) has recently passed away. Agatha Grisley’s lawyer, Mr. Kingsford, soon arrives at the mansion and, after informing the butler that old Agatha hadn’t left him anything, he proceeds into the study where Agatha’s surviving family and friends are waiting. But as Mr. Kingsford opens his briefcase and starts to take out the copy of Agatha’s will, a large fencing foil appears out of nowhere, landing point first onto the document. Mr. Kingsford is quick to toss the fencing foil aside, but the moment he does so, a dagger appears in its place.

We then cut to the Firehouse, where the Ghostbusters are in the middle of watching some murder mystery program on TV while sharing a pizza. Winston is able to correctly guess the identity of the killer as Larry the Plumber seconds before the official reveal. It turns out that Winston is a huge mystery story aficionado and is a real pro at figuring out mysteries. Though the others are less than pleased by this, as Winston’s talent kinda takes the joy of discovery out of things for them. Before more could be said, the alarm bell starts ringing, indicating they’ve received a call. So they head off into the night, with Janine apparently handing each of them a copy of the night’s worksheet. (Wouldn’t a single worksheet suffice? Why does Janine hand out four of them?) As the Ghostbusters are en route to their destination, it’s revealed that they’ve been called out to Agatha Grisley’s mansion, obviously because of what went down during the Reading of the Will. This news particularly excites Winston, as Agatha Grisley wrote the best mystery novels, since her stories were the hardest to figure out.

Upon reaching the Grisley Mansion, Winston volunteers to ring the doorbell, given his admiration for Agatha’s books. When he rings the doorbell, a dagger suddenly whips by them, embedding itself into the front door. Rather than be shaken by this, Winton gets even more ecstatic, as something very similar happened in the twelfth chapter of Murder on the Hoboken Express (a reference to Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express). Egon notes that he’s definitely picking up strong reading on his P.K.E. Meter. The Ghostbusters are soon let into the Grisley Mansion and proceed to the study where Mr. Kingsford is waiting for them. He demonstrates for them how swords are continually being launched at Agatha’s will, no matter how many times they’re removed. And there’s a pretty sizable pile of bladed weapons behind him to emphasize that point. And that’s not all. Objects are also floating into the air, guns have materialized out of nowhere and ghostly figures have also been appearing at random intervals. As Peter assures Mr. Kingsford that they’ll get to the bottom of things, a trapdoor randomly opens up beneath him, resulting in Peter falling down into the basement below, while miraculously managing to avoid breaking his leg.

When Winston, Ray and Egon join Peter in the basement, they find that the place has been filled with a wide assortment of torture and execution equipment, from the guillotine to the rack. An exited Winston realizes that this is the room where Agatha wrote her famous mystery stories. And then, he and Ray somehow manage to get thrown onto some of the torture devices that had been stored down there.

Okay, first of all, how exactly did Ray and Winston manage to get themselves caught in the torture devices like that? The episode doesn’t give us any indication. It just cuts to them being stuck in their predicaments. Secondly, why exactly would Agatha Grisley have those things in her basement in the first place? Was this just meant to indicate how dedicated she was to making her stories realistic? If that was the case, does that mean she actually tested these things out on actual people? Was Agatha actually a sociopath when she was alive? Or am I just reading too much into this?

Anyway, once they manage to free Ray and Winston, the Ghostbusters investigate Agatha’s writing desk. When Peter opens up a drawer, he unwittingly triggers a booby trap of some sort, with an axe-wielding suit of armor appearing behind a secret passageway. The axe falls, just narrowly missing Peter but chopping off a large chunk of the writing desk. This results in them finding a manuscript for an unpublished Grisley novel called Raoul’s Revenge. Egon quickly notices that the manuscript was never finished. Ray speculates that the paranormal activity in the Grisley Mansion might have resulted from Agatha’s unwillingness to move on and be at rest until her last novel is finished, with the killer named. With that information, the Ghostbusters conclude that perhaps Agatha’s ghost is wanting them to help write the ending to Raoul’s Revenge. And so, a plan is devised. While Winston reads through the portion of the book that had already been written, Peter, Egon and Ray will explore the mansion to gather clues from the ghostly activity going on. (Thankfully, the pages that Peter ends up damaging while using them to test the sharpness of the axe didn’t appear to be that important, as the episode never brings them up again.)

This plan is soon put into action. First, Ray and Mr. Kingsford enter the parlor, where the ghostly images of the Frenchman called Raoul and the beautiful Debbie appear. Raoul is trying convince Debbie to run away with him, but Debbie is reluctant since she pledged her heart to another man. In the blink of an eye, Debbie’s muscular fiancée, Jean, maternities in the room and confronts them, accusing Debbie of cheating on him. Unfortunately, Ray and Mr. Kingsford don’t see much more, as they end up falling through a hole that forms in the floor when Jean begins waving around the flail he just happened to have. They end up landing at Winston’s feet, with Ray asking Winston to read the manuscript a bit quicker.

Meanwhile, Egon stumbles across another ghostly scene from Raoul’s Revenge. In this scene, Debbie has died after drinking some milk that had been poisoned with cyanide, with a devastated Raoul standing vigil at her bedside. From the sound of it, Raoul is pinning the murder on Jean. Unfortunately, Egon, upon hearing Raoul state he has a bad case of indigestion, suggests he drink some milk, unthinkingly passing him the cyanide-laced milk. The Doctor character manages to slap the poisoned milk out of Raoul’s hands, but this leads to Raoul accusing Egon of trying to kill him, and he points a cartoonishly large gun at him in response. (Seriously, Egon! I know your socialization skills aren’t always up to snuff, but that was incredibly dense.) Fortunately, Egon manages to avoid harm when he falls through the hole that formed when the cyanide-laced milk hit the floor. Like with Ray, Egon urges Winston to read faster.

As for Peter, he ends up in the kitchen. After raiding the fridge (while commenting on how there might be a ghost in there as it wouldn’t be the first time, making a nice callback to the movie), the ghostly image of a chef appears. This is the final character from Raoul’s Revenge. The Chef instructs Peter to dice vegetables, as he’s making stew that night. He then begins to tenderize some meat with his bare fists. (Was this guy ever on Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time?) After Peter makes a few jokes towards the Chef, the images of Debbie’s body and a sobbing Raoul also appear in the kitchen. Moments later, Egon appears on the scene. He was chased there by Jean, who is carrying a very large bazooka. Ray and Mr. Kingsford join them soon afterwards, so now everyone is gathered in the Kitchen. Except for Winston, who is still reading the manuscript.

Jean proceeds to accuse Raoul of murdering Debbie in a fit of anger over how Debbie always laughed at his car. Raoul, however, kicks Jean in the shin, forcing him to drop the bazooka, which blasts a large hole into the wall, revealing Winston calmly reading the manuscript on the other side. He states that he’s nearly done and thinks he knows who the killer was. Before he could clarify, the Chef begins stating that he was the only man who really loved Debbie. He announces that, if Debbie can’t enjoy his cooking anymore, then nobody should. As he announces this, the Chef produces a bomb from nowhere. And Ray and Egon start having this whole philosophical debate over whether or not the bomb could actually hurt them or not, as it may or may not simply be a ghostly manifestation. While all this is going on, Raoul, Jean and the Chef continue to argue.

Thankfully, that’s when Winston walks into the kitchen, announcing that he just finished reading the manuscript. He announces Debbie’s killer was actually the Doctor. It turns out that the Chef’s cooking gave Debbie multiple cases of indigestion. And she ended up with a pretty hefty amount of medical bills because of this. Since she refused to pay the medical bills, and made fun of the Doctor’s car, he placed cyanide into her milk. With the mystery solved, the ghostly images of Roaul, Jean, the Chef and Debbie fade away. In their place, the ghost of Agatha Grisley appears, thanking Winston for finishing her last mystery. As the ghost of Agatha Grisley vanishes, indicating her spirit is now at rest, the final page of Raoul’s Revenge appears. Winston, upon reading it, is pleased to see the page comes with a dedication to him and his fellow Ghostbusters.

As the episode wraps up, the Ghosbusters are back at the Firehouse, watching another installment of that mystery program they were watching at the start. Peter, Ray and Egon fire off their various theories over who the killer is. But Winston isn’t allowed to join in, as the others had tied him up and gagged him so he wouldn’t be able to spoil the ending for them. Poor Winston!

One of the main things I appreciated about this episode is how the Ghostbusters actually attempted to help a ghost find the peace to move on instead of simply going the usual zap and trap route. Considering ghosts are essentially people who died, one could argue that this is the sort of thing the Ghostbusters should try to do more often. Then again, I expect that would make the show pretty dull after a while. As for the bit about the actual mystery novel they were trying to solve, I am curious how fans of actual murder mysteries and the real-life Agatha Christie would respond to this episode. From what we could see, Raoul’s Revenge seemed to be a bit obsessed with Debbie making fun of people’s cars, as they mention it a few times as a legitimate motive for her murderer to kill her. Combine that with the fact that the characters all seemed to inexplicitly have large weapons (Jean with his flail and bazooka, Raoul with his impossibly large pistol and the Chef with his bomb), and it really adds weight to the episode’s running joke of how Raoul’s Revenge was a poorly written book. Though it’s not clear if Agatha Grisley was not a very good writer to begin with or if this final mystery story was just a fluke. Therefore, I’m not entirely sure if the people who wrote this episode was simply simplifying things for the children watching or if they were indirectly making fun at Agatha Christie’s stories. Considering I’ve never actually read any of her books myself, I can’t say.

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V3 Girls Reaction To Their S/O Getting Framed By The Blackened

Alright I didn’t exactly knew if you meant like what happened in V3 or just the S/O getting framed so the true killer would live and the others getting executed, so I did it like in V3, but if you want it in the other way just let me know! I hope this one’s okay though!

- Mod Kaede

Kaede Akamatsu

This was wrong. She knew it was wrong.

You were innocent, you didn’t kill anyone!

She knew that and she was not going to let the others think you could do such thing.

Some of the students like Kaito, Tenko, Gonta and Saihara believed her, and she was glad of that.

All together argued against anyone that had any “evidence” of you being the culprit. The hard part was when Kaede had to argue against Saihara after he got to the conclusion that you really were the culprit, but she fought. She fought with all she had until Monokuma got bored and obliged everyone to vote.

When you were announced as the culprit Kaede nor the others that believed in you couldn’t believe it. There was just no way you could be the murderer! It made no sense, Kaede knew that!

But no matter what she said, the others couldn’t believe her, only because they thought she was just talking in a panic because you were her partner.

You had to stop her and tell her there was nothing else she could do and thanked her for trying to defend you and for believing in you.

She felt her heart stop the moment you were dragged off to your execution.

Gonta had to stop her from running towards your execution to try to save you.

By the end of it the only thing the remaining students could hear was the laugh of Monokuma and the Monocubs echoing through the court room.

Kaede felt a mix of emotions, sadness, guilt, anger, all at once. She had newfound determination of finding the Mastermind and stop this horrible Killing Game and avenge your death.

She won’t let your death go to waste.

Maki Harukawa

She was with you the whole time. She was with you when the Body Discovery Announcement rang, she saw that painful expression of yours when you saw the lifeless, bloody corpse of the victim.

She knew you couldn’t have done it, so when they started to accuse you she wasn’t worried. However, more evidence started to appear, evidence that pointed you as the killer.

That’s when she started to defend you, telling them that she was with you the whole time the murder occured, yet nobody believed her words or yours.

She knew that lying about her true talent would bring her troubles of the others not trusting her words, but she really wished that that moment wasn’t this.

She threatens everyone. Threatening to kill them if they kept accusing you.

After some more bickering, voting time came, and you were announced as the murderer.

Maki couldn’t believe it. This was wrong. They were wrong. You didn’t deserve this.

She has to be held back from running towards your execution, you were the one person she wanted to protect, the one person who didn’t backed away from her after her true talent came to light, the one person she didn’t find annoying.

After your execution she threatens everyone again while fightng back the tears forming in her eyes. Calling them idiots for condemn you to death when you were innocent.

She swears she’ll find the true killer of this case and avenge you.

She’ll make them suffer the pain you must’ve suffered tenfold.

Kirumi Tojo

She fully knows you couldn’t have done it.

She was in the kitchen cleaning and you were with her trying to help her with the chores even though she insistied that she could do it alone.

She doesn’t haven an explanation as to why is the evidence pinning you as the culprit.

She tried to convince the others that you had an alibi for that time. She was sure she could convince them.

But apparently, her words fell on deaf ears because they just kept accusing you relentlessly.

She tried her best to maintain her composure, even though she was slightly panicking on the inside.

Once the votes were cast and you were called the culprit Kirumi was frozen in place.

There had to be some kind of mistake. There has to be!

But there was nothing else Kirumi could do, no matter how much she wanted.

Once your execution came to an end, Kirumi was motionless, with a hand on her mouth and her eyes closed.

It wasn’t until someone touched her shoulder to ask if she was okay that she turned around, face darkened, and walked towards the elevator.

She let those ignorant cretins condemn you to death.

She had failed. She failed her duty as a maid. She failed as you lover. She had failed on keeping you alive like she had promised you she would.

Miu Iruma

“Ha! Dumbasses! It’s obvious that without the incredible Miu Fucking Iruma y’all are as lost as a virgin in a strip club. So let the girl with the golden brain clear your empty heads!”

That’s literally what she says after the others started to accuse you, she is confident that she can prove them wrong.

But more evidence against you started to appear, and even if she tells them that you were with her at her Research Lab, they wouldn’t believe her.

Not even the genius girl Miu Iruma can understand how is this possible, how you could be the murderer.

The worst part of this is that she is actually doubting you and believing thatyou are actually the culprit.

“S/O.... D-Did you really do it...?”

But upon seeing your hurt expression after her question she is certain that you are innocent.

But that didn’t matter. You were still announce as the murderer. You were still dragged away to get wrongfuly killed.

Miu feels sick when the execution begins, she doesn’t even wants to watch it, she doesn’t wants to watch you suffering.

She can’t take it anymore and leaves the trial ground and locks herself in her dorm. Bawling her eyes out and sobbing uncontrolably. You were the only one who didn’t find her perverted comments annoying, and you actually laughed at some of them! You always complimented her and her inventions.

Now she was alone..

Tenko Chabashira

Tenko is absolutely sure that some degenerate male is framing you from murder, that’s the only answer!

Tenko will fight for your innocence with teeth and feet and will not hesitate in throwing any menace that dares to call you murderer.

But as more evidence against you appears, Tenko’s yells and threats fall silent.

She doesn’t have anything else to say that she hasn’t said before.

She just exchange looks with you, worry writen on her face. Worried for the outcome of this trial, worried for what will happen to you. She doesn’t wants to lose you. You’re her training partner! With who will she train if you’re not here anymore? She hasn’t taught you Neo-Aikido just yet!

Once you’re announced as the murderer Tenko feels the need to punch someone, anyone. She has so much anger inside her right now, she has failed to defend you, to save you like she promised. Not even Neo-Aikido can save you now..

The last thing she sees of you before you’re dragged away is you holding her hands, smiling at her tenderly and thanking her for being with you until now and to keep living.

Tenko is left as a crying mess once it’s over. Hitting anyone that tries to talk to her.

She will find your murderer and use her Neo-Aikido against them. She’ll make them pay for what they’ve done to you. She’ll make sure of it.

Himiko Yumeno

Himiko is utterly confused with everything happening right now.

Did- Did someone cast a spell on everyone that makes them doubt you?!

“Nyeh... Why are you all accusing S/O? They were helping me to improve my magic... They couldn’t have killed anyone, I would have known...”

Everyone is practically ignoring any comment that comes out of her mouth.

“I will curse you so you can leave S/O alone!!”

No matter what she said, no matter how much she shouted for them to listen to her, to listen to you, nothing worked.

But it was to no avail. The votes were casted, you were pinned as the culprit, and Himiko was holding back her tears.

Before she could even say anything to you, you were being dragged to the execution.

At the end of it, Himiko collapsed to the floor, crying her eyes out, feeling lonely again, feeling confused as to why did you die when you shouldn’t have.

She doesn’t know what to do without you..

Angie Yonaga

“Ah, but there is no way S/O could have done it! They were with Angie painting and praying to Atua after the meeting in the dinning hall!”

“S/O is innocent, Atua knows that!”

She has her smile as always, but as the accusasions start to get bigger, her expression darkens more, and her words sound more and more sinister.

“Will you defy the words of Atua? Mmm... Maybe we could use you as the next sacrifice! Atua would be very pleased.”

However, her little... Threats doesn’t seem to work since everyone keeps accusing you of being the culprit.

Once the votes were cast, and you were executed, Angie prays to Atua to send you peacefully to his arms in Heaven.

Her expression doesn’t seems to change that much, but you can still see sadness in her eyes every time she passes your dorm room.

Tsumugi Shirogane

She’s confused. There’s no way that you are the murderer! You were with her trying some outfits she made when the body discovery announcement rang.

She’s not very good at arguing, but she will try her best to defend your innocence!

“S/O is innocent! They’re a sweet soul and they would never kill anyone! Someone is framing them!”

Her cries and pleads are in vain though, anything she said, whether it was true or not, didn’t seemed to work.

When the votes were cast, she thought this was it. This was the end for both of you, the culprit would get away and the rest of you will die.

Until Monokuma’s voice broke through her thoughts as he happily announced that you were the culprit.

Everything seemed to stop for Tsumugi. This was wrong. This isn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to live! You made a promise! You couldn’t have done it, it’s impossible! This was unfair! You didn’t do anything wrong!

She’s at a loss of words as you are dragged to your imminent death. At the end of your execution, she feels like shes about to puke, she can’t stand the sight of your bloody body.

The next days she looks pale, with dark circles under her eyes.

The image of your body stuck in her head.

#mod kaede #angst #drv3 #ndrv3 #drv3 imagines #kaede akamatsu #maki harukawa #kirumi tojo #miu iruma #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #angie yonaga #tsumugi shirogane #danganronpa imagines #new danganronpa v3 #request

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CHAPTER 6 TRIAL SUMMARY

"The stool had no noticeable footprints on it" :"...There was also a stool in the... room of clocks." ... "...Good for a seat." "Fingerprints...there were handprints on Jun's cane." "Without further ado..."

"FIND THE KILLER."

"Let the SSSky High Trial of Jun Kobayassshi and Ihun SSSong..."

"SSSTART."

Done by Mod War

First off, after the Body Discovery announcement and before the trial, Maemi noticed signs that Michio was still alive and was just unconscious. Her and Shizuki brought him to the trial.

Per usual, the bodies were discussed. Jun’s was discussed first.

[Tsuru] clears her throat, speaking in a louder tone. "I found Jun with a cut rope around his neck, but strangely his neck seemed intact. There were dents over the rest of his body, though. There were cracks in his head, exposing the machinery below. Though curiously, the machinery is damaged the most around his ankles and lower legs, which had dents, as well as exposed wiring."

"I also noticed that it seemed like someone was tampering with him. Including unscrewing some panels."

She speaks up more. "Looking at the damage to his lower legs and ankles, if it was done to a living human that would make them unable to walk."

The intention on why this was done was still up for question.

Maemi brought up a testimony that states that she’s heard a metal clanging early in the morning, which others heard the same thing.

Back to Jun. Michio says he stumbled into the scene before the masses, cutting a hanging Jun down with a knife shot. However, Jun woke up and attacked him, rendering the lucky student unconscious.

"He fell to the ground afterwards. But he hit me in the head really hard."

"As in. He woke up... and attacked."

"The last thing I remember is passing out, and I heard a loud metallic clank." - Michio Abe

The discussion of Ihun’s body was about to be brought up, but Shizuki first said her testimony.

"Someone was... dragging him out of his... room." Shizuki fiddled with her cardigan sleeves, "They were... short."

Which connected to the markings and footprints on the ground.

"The dragging...that was where the smeared marks would have come in. The...blood. On the floor."

"That would also explain...the footprints." - Maemi Miura

Then Ayato brought up the question:

"How'd they manage to block the warehouse though? I only recall one door leading into it"

The snakes mention that nobody can fit through the vents, and there was only one door opening.

Shizuki brought up the thought of a secret hallway, but then Maemi brings the conversation of Ihun’s body back.

"...It's disassembled, for starters." - Ota Matsumoto

"There was a blunt wound on the back of his head, As well as each part of Ihun's body was in a different storage unit. I.... Found the different parts in different areas, but strangely.... There wasn't any bruising on his body."

"I also found a empty box near the entrance, As well as I found a saw that had black blood on it. But I couldn't see any finger prints." - Tsuru Hisa

The cane was brought up.

"Fingerprints...there were handprints on Jun's cane."

[Maemi] blinks.

"It was snapped to pieces...even the blade."

"Since there was none of the black substance on the cane, Song wasn't affected by the cane." - Ota Matsumoto

Then the roll of bandages.

"Speaking of...black substances." Maemi speaks up. "There was....in Ihun's room. There were bandages in there. A roll of them...the end had some of that black substance on it."

Then the clothes.

"Under the... head, there was... black pile of clothes... or maybe that was the black blood..."

"Perhaps the blood... It was very wet. There was a little puddle under..."

"Also there were some... Hand prints. Wipey looking marks on them." -Shizuki Maeda

Then the boxes.

"A lot of boxes were also dragged around, left drag marks" - Ayato Sekino

Then the door.

"Also, a mop was broken in two. Most likely what was blocking the door. It wasn’t used." - Ayato Sekino

Then the stool.

"...There was also a stool in the... room of clocks." ... "...Good for a seat." - Shizuki Maeda

"The stool had no noticeable footprints on it" - Ayato Sekino

Then, the locked warehouse mystery was brought upon.

Ayato thought the snakes helped, but the snakes claimed they had no part in the case.

Now, what are the possible ways of getting out?

"I only recall seeing an empty box near the [warehouse] entrance myself....? ...The lid was open on it, i doubt it." - Tsuru Hisa

"Did they... Stay in the box... and come out of the box behind us when we... came in?" - Shizuki Maeda

However, despite that claim, everyone else could back themselves up for when and where they were. Shizuki was arrived to the scene later.

But...

"...But the box couldn't have fit Shizuki in it." - Tsuru Hisa

She was still suspected, but the times of deaths were brought up. They were three minutes apart, so people thought about two culprits.

"Is that allowed." Imagine that in the vine voice. - Maemi Miura

“YESSS." "But whoever killed the earliessst victim getsss punissshed!"

Then, per Shizuki’s request, the snakes brought the box by the entrance and everyone took turns to fit themselves inside. Nobody would fit.

Sermata brought up the victims, which Ayato questioned if the zombie was really dead. Perhaps the trial could reattach Ihun together?

Well, Ihun’s already done that, and returned back to the trial.

As a “victim” of this case, he begins to do some gestures.

[Ihun] then grabs his arm and lifts the other up in an angle, before making a "blah blah blah" motion with his hand.

Which lead the suspicion to Ota.

Well, specifically Otto.

Ota pulls Otto away from the trial, raising high suspicion to thinking if the dummy was alive or not, but they were still insistent on a second killer in this case.

"Song's alive, so we can discuss more important matters..." [Ota] stared at everyone with wide eyes. "Is it not at all suspicious that Michio was at the scene?" They say behind a grin.

Ota just starts laughing.

"I've had a talk with Michio yesterday, since we planned this all out!"

"Don't you believe us?"

After minutes of cornering Ota, they finally confess to the crime. They explain what they did, and why.

From the motive, it would be exposed that Ota has killed someone in their family, specifically their mother.

After the vote and their goodbyes, Ota was executed.

TRANSCRIPT

#ccrpmkg6 #continuous calamity #danganronpa roleplay #danganronpa rp #roleplay #ccrpmkg6chapter6 #ccrpmkg6trial

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COUNTER/Weight liveblog, part 3

Finale +post-mortem

Am I glad to return to the political big picture! It's such a relief that the finale is in this format! Hopefully it won't devolve into another “fighting a giant robot” scene.

Oh, so the Chime are leading the faction game now! Somehow I completely missed the point of the two previous scenes that indicated Aria becoming the new leader of the Righteous Vanguard – I was very surprised and then 10 minutes later went “Oh that's what it was, time to go back and relisten”

Pronoun update: Austin consistently uses “they”, Art consistently uses “he”. End my suffering…

The sheer comedic impact of seven Makos, Larry and Lazer Ted all in a room together has healed my soul immediately. Can we end on this image so nothing bad happens

I'm so proud of Orth!! “I'm sorry, which one are you?” lmao

Oooh the relationship drama~ But how come Jacqui didn't know Jill was alive? Actually, now that I think of it, back then it was clearly said that Jacqui knows Jillian is back and is sad because Jillian doesn't remember her. This show's retcons…

Look I know shit must hit the fan pretty soon but for now this finale is just. So relaxing. I'm having a lot of fun listening to these squabbles. (The only exception were Mako and Orth – boys, stop fighting, why!)

That Cass & Aria scene was cool but please don't give me world leader old friends sneaking away for secret stress relief sparring sessions when I'm not supposed to start shipping them

Oh hell yeah, I was hoping that since Jacqui went with Jillian, Aria would go with Ibex. (Not very relevant here, but Ibex is from Kesh like Maryland, right? If so, there must be fanart of young Ibex and Maryland in 19th century outfits?)

Stop cryptically saying oh Sokrates isn't here, oh they aren't using their candidate name, like what's up with them?! Are they doing well? I'm worried!

Oh Orth wants to dance with Ibex huh *eyes emoji* Rematch! Rematch!

“I'll take anything” “Anything?” My mind, of course, autocompletes “Then perish”

THIS WAS A LOT and I need to take a couple of minutes to start breathing normally again. Also there just has to be a lovingly drawn fanart adaptation of this entire scene (in, like, fukcing Leyendecker style), come on fandom please say someone has done it

Jacq/Jill continuing with the heartbreaking scenes, I see

Mako doesn't like dancing now…… holy shit this is the most upsetting ball ever… (The cynical part of me must say that it's only Austin who talks about this connection, Keith doesn't and still sounds way less emotional about the whole thing than the others assume Mako to be)

I amend my previous statement, I also need fanart with snapshots of every dance: Orth firmly taking Ibex's hand and receiving a surprised but approving look, Jillian throwing her head back in laughter and Jacqui watching with a pained smile, sullen Mako leaning on a wall cross-armed and looking for an opportunity to slip away, Cass dropping his one-liner with a completely dispassionate face.

Wow Ibex is really getting ready for death. Sounds as if he knows the exact date.

HOLY SHIT THE DIVINES' ORIGIN STORY!!! FINALLY!!! I'm surprised they were all created by the same person…

I'm relieved Mako and Orth are on good terms again!

I love the new Aria as this competent politician who does a lot of swordfighting and dealing with old flames

Have I mentioned I really love the game they're playing? It almost synthesizes the best parts of the game they played previously – as if it was written just for this finale. It's so great how this show and specifically this campaign go through so many games, showing the universe and the characters from different angles, instead of having them be defined by only one game system and its limitations and quirks.

That's some real good mech if it can function for 80,000 years, Divines' body or not!

Okay, I fucking knew Liberty and Discovery would split up at some point (which is what I meant above by my expectations for AuDy's fate), but why is Liberty attacking Ibex?

Mako's robots!!! :DDD Now that's the real finale shit!

I CAN'T BELIEVE Keith missed Tower's brief appearance of all things. It's like a fucking scene from the show on the level of dramatic irony. They were truly not meant to be, even the universe in real life is saying that. Do you ever get rejected so badly that the guy you like runs away from you at the prom, and then lets you fall into a deadly portal with the rest of your planet, and then you get brainwashed, and then you are killed by an ally of that guy, and the person playing him doesn't even witness that?!

I thought Orth was going to challenge Kobus about Liberty…

“I have Liberty contained” *winces*

Every time it is asked what is Mako wearing I just mentally pull out the popcorn

“I welcome anyone to tell Cass that AuDy is a non-person”

Let me restate how much I'm loving how the scenes that in any other show would be minor fluff or short summaries in an epilogue are a legit fully rendered part of the finale

Sokrates & Orth reunion please!!

Aw Ted! It never occured to me that this comic relief character has, in fact, lost his entire planet and almost everyone he knows.

…I think I like Apokine Cass more than Chime Cass

That's a big lore dump holy cow! I'm glad Apostolosians are ex-humans after all, but I wonder how they turned into fish people

So what happened to the idea of Mako hacking Grace?

They just… went and straight up murdered two Divines… If it had happened early in the show I'd probably cheer, and no tears were shed for Grace, but Liberty… Just take a third of another player character and drive it into a sun…

Of course. I knew Sokrates is the kind of character who dies nobly in a grand finale.

I've spent all this time wondering how the piece of Voice in Mako doesn't get infected by Rigor, and it seems to finally happen and Larry seems to die repairing it, but what about all other Makos, aren't they in danger too?

This is way too easy so far, just sacrifice NPCs one by one to win.

This whole time I was assuming Mako saved as many clones as he could, not just his own… If he gets another turn I bet it's submit or die :/

Hello I'm crying over Lazer Ted! Choices in the campaign sound futile now: who cares which guy Mako saved – they both died anyway! All named NPCs did!

Except for Jacqui. Congratulations, the NPC Who Lived! (I mistyped “loved” at first, which is also relevant. And yes, I cried here too.)

How the hell would falling into a sun kill Rigor if it was previously not killed by a bomb that destroys hundreds of suns?

Poor Cass… Not only sacrificing yourself in such a difficult way, but to have a final conversation only just to learn that your friend, a passionate revolutionary further empowered by Righteousness, has deserted… The sheer contempt and disappointment he pours in just three words “Ibex told you”...

Welp. Mako's fate was not tragic like I feared! Good news I guess, but it's still kind of sad. And I think the saddest part is that Mako himself doesn't realize. Because it can just sound like the natural continuation of his character growth – after he had to learn to be the responsible one first in contrast to Larry and then to the other Makos. But it's not that, or not just that, and it's kind of chilling to hear that he never knows it, and never knows peace.

Executive Joie, oh my… It's so strange and cool how Aria somehow continues the legacy of Jace and Ibex at once.

The race is over. It's so strange that now there are no consequences to fear or spoilers to avoid.

I didn't like the final battle as much as the rest of the finale – I hoped for a more clever solution than just throwing bodies at the enemy (but I guess the intro warned me lol…). Especially since these bodies had very unequal impact – I'm not going to care about Diego Rose or Chet Wise or Orth's newly-created lieutenants or as much as I care about Jacqui -- so it felt unfair towards players/characters who had more important or likeable chracters in their faction. I'm opposed on principle to making the big confrontation feel important and emotional just by killing off characters (hi, J. K. Rowling and Russo brothers), I think it's cheap and emotionally manipulative, but in this case the emotional manipulation doesn't even work so it’s doubly disappointing.

If someone's reading this, you can see that what I expected or wanted from the story was not what it gave me, and that was frustrating or disappointing at times. But nevertheless, it was a wild ride.

I've slept on it and it still fucks me up that out of the Chime only Aria gets a genuinely happy ending! Cass is fucking dead, Liberty is dead while AuDy becomes a ghost, and Mako loses everyone and is lonely for the rest of his life!

It's so strange to listen to the opening theme in the post-mortem and think that this is the second-to-last time. (Relistens don't count, it's not the same thing.) By the way, I love that theme – it sounds like a half song with the words on the tip of my tongue, like space, or like city at night. Really atmospheric.

I love how everyone continues to be into that moment where Aria has the opportunity to kill Cass lol (I am too)

Yeah, thanks for reminding me about that coin toss moment for Kobus in the finale, that was so sudden and shocking I was completely losing it for the long few seconds it lasted

I'm glad someone asked whether Jack knew the Big Spoiler in advance – he was so calm about it in the following episodes that I started wondering

Oh so it wasn't my imagination that the players needed the comic relief of the Lazer Ted episode no less than the characters

After a sad talk about Mako's dead friends, Andi, cheerfully: “I love to kill and I love to hurt and I never regretted anything I ever did! :D” which won the least surprising comment of the hour award lol. Honestly, after that one scene with Diego I started to get a bit nervous whenever Andi announced they had an idea… C/w was fun because I now realize the cinnamon roll Aubrey was actually them playing against type.

I love that someone asked about Mako's first kiss and/or Orth's fandom life!!

Keith's answer is sad, though… He “had literally never considered Mako even being capable of kissing someone, like it wasn't something on the table” and that was unexpected to me. I'd mentioned several times that he sounded reluctant to play up the romance, but I was assuming it was the player's preference, not an innate trait of the character whose attraction to someone was a part of his character creation. How do I interpret it? Mako is aro? Mako never had a chance to properly grow emotionally because his youth was fake and for the rest of his life, all emotional connections were sabotaged by Rigour's shadow, and also literally all his potential love interests died? Ugh, I just keep making myself more and more upset.

Holy shit I forgot about Art asking if there's an old Apostolosian mech on September by any chance lmao

Cene always knew?! Holy shit w h a t

It's nice to hear Ali talk about her growth in confidence as a player because she's definitely kind of an inspiration – for years I've thought tabletop roleplaying is too intense and I'll never do it, but when I finally tried out it was not so scary, so maybe there's hope for me too!

The concept that the real challenge of the final battle was that the easier it would be to defeat Rigor, the worse shape would the world be afterwards sounds much better than what that battle actually felt like to me. Instead of paying for victory with the health of society and their faction's political power, in the actual gameplay they paid with NPCs from their circle and that was it; the political consequences came later and sounded entirely unrelated. Maybe if they had to go against their faction's goals or sacrifice its assets – e.g. “use Minerva's Rigor-tech mechs in exchange for the promise to leave them alone afterwards” instead of “sacrifice all Mako clones”… Aria had something similar with Weight, but it was the price of Jacqui's life, not the price of a victorious battle against Rigour.

It's very cool to learn where the sound effects in the theme come from! And god, every line as its own take? My head hurts just imagining that…

Austin getting distracted by the idea of fucking Rigor was hilarious, but I never, ever want to hear the word “daddy” in this context! What's with these jokes this season, ew, please stop.

Excuse me, Ali wanted to kiss Ibex as who exactly, Jace or Aria? Both options are equally crazy!

See, “You wanna say ‘Oh he was just doing what was necessary, he was just doing the thing that's good in the end’, and yeah that's him working on you” is exactly why he reminds me of Dukat! Literally the same mind game on the viewers/listeners!

Why is the link broken, I want to see AuDy in Titanfall!

Listening to team “Fuck Ibex!” and team “Fuck Ibex ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” yell at each other is very entertaining

“Nobody on the Kingdom Come is cishet” is a nice sentiment but I'm kind of confused by which definition of cis Cass is not. Have I missed something about them changing pronouns in-universe? Just because English doesn't have exact analogies for the Apostolosian pronouns doesn't mean everyone who uses them isn't following their own society's conventions. And now Austin also's saying “We never wanted to say these pronouns are equivalent to gender” which is, a, not true, and b, sends the whole problem back to square one – because if that's not the Apostolosian gender then what is? This! Is! A! Mess!

#friends at the table #blah blah blah

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And so Remus watched everything he’d worked for roll down the hill again.

Read it on: HPFT | AO3 | FFnet

Inspired by the lyrics, “I’m forever chasing after time, but everybody dies” from “Immortal” by Marina and the Diamonds

He was going to keep them safe if it was the last thing he did.

James and Lily had to survive this war – they just had to. They were Remus’ only proof that any sort of normalcy could exist beyond this chaos, that people could still get married and have kids and build a family even when the darkness was settling upon all of them like a thick cloud of ash.

Remus had found out about the prophecy from Dumbledore himself; he’d gone to meet the professor for a briefing on his next Order mission, and instead found out that the Dark Lord was specifically chasing down two of his closest friends and their newborn child.

After that meeting, Remus had raged for hours on end. It wasn’t fair. James and Lily didn’t deserve this – didn’t deserve to have targets over their head over some stupid prophecy that no one even knew was real.

So once all his anger at the unjustness of the world was expended, Remus resorted to what he did best, what he’d always done best when the four of them were in school and coming up with some elaborate scheme: he read. He combed through extensive books on defensive magic, looking for something, anything, that could protect the Potters.

It was 5 a.m., and Remus was getting dangerously close to falling asleep on his books and letting the dimming lantern extinguish itself, when he found it. The thing that was going to save James and Lily and baby Harry.

He met with Dumbledore the very next day, suddenly bursting with energy at this newfound discovery. The professor had, naturally, already known of the charm, but Remus’ enthusiastic proposal was the thing that pushed him to suggest the idea to James and Lily.

Remus had known there were suspicions in this war – that everyone suspected a double agent in the Order – but he hadn’t realized that anyone suspected him. And he especially didn’t realize that Sirius of all people thought him a traitor.

He didn’t know how to feel when Dumbledore told him that Sirius didn’t want him to have access to Lily and James’ house. He realized this meant he wouldn’t be able to see Lily or James or baby Harry until Voldemort was no longer hunting them – but he could live with that.

As long as they were safe, Remus didn’t care.

But Sirius thinking that Remus was working for You-Know-Who…

He wanted to be furious at Sirius for thinking so little of him, for thinking that he’d betray his friends – the same friends who were ensuring that Remus wasn’t living in total poverty – to a man who thought his kind nothing more than half-breeds.

But he understood. It shook him to his core, but he knew where Sirius was coming from. Sirius wanted the same thing Remus wanted: for James and Lily to be safe.

So he accepted his fate to not know where his friends were, and focused all his energy and focus on the one thing that could reunite him with them: fighting for the Order and defeating You-Know-Who. He may have been putting his life on the line on a daily basis, but at least James and Lily were safe.

He was up north when the news broke.

James and Lily Potter: dead. Sirius Black: a traitor. Peter Pettigrew: murdered.

It was as if Remus’ world imploded on itself all at once. All the people he loved most were gone. James, Lily, and Peter were dead, and Sirius was as good as dead to him – he’d betrayed their best friend and led the Dark Lord straight to their door. And after accusing Remus of doing that very same thing…

He was going to be sick.

The shock and grief turned to physical manifestations – it took every last ounce of Remus’s strength to crawl out of the flimsy tent before he started dry heaving, fingernails digging into the frozen dirt underneath him, his already-frail body reacting in the worst possible way to the news that everything he’d known – everyone he’d cared about – had been swept away from him.

And so Remus lost everything for the first time.

II.

He was going to keep him safe if it was the last thing he did.

Sirius meant everything to him. There was the obvious reason for that: the fact that Sirius was one of his best mates from school, that he was the only thing still tying him to those much more carefree days of his youth, where his biggest worries were missing prefect rounds after full moon transformations and getting caught by McGonagall in the middle of executing some elaborate prank.

But it was so much more than that too. So much more than what other people could see.

Because other people couldn’t see the way Remus crawled into Sirius’ bed every night, the way that Sirius curled up against his chest as Remus wrapped his arms around him. The fact that this intimacy was the only reason Sirius’ nightmares finally started decreasing in frequency and the only reason Remus was able to fall back asleep after one of his.

They couldn’t see the way that Remus had come to rely on Sirius for, well, just about everything. The way that they’d lay on the couch at Grimmauld Place, talking through all the betrayal and confusion of the first war and everything that’d happened afterwards. The way that being with Sirius allowed him to finally believe that things could be alright again, once this war was over.

And the full moons would come like they always did, and Remus would transform, but it was nothing like before. Not only did he have Wolfsbane Potion still being provided to him regularly by Snape, but he had an animal companion with him the whole time as well. It wouldn’t seem like that big of a thing to someone who’d never experienced a transformation, but Sirius' presence – having an Animagus around who could match both his animalistic physical form and human mental capacity – meant absolutely everything for Remus.

They weren’t quite lovers, but they definitely weren’t just friends either – and really, when the world is erupting into war for the second time in your life, who has the time to care about technicalities and labels?

The constantly-growing threat of yet another war may have been sucking the life and happiness out of everything, but that queen-sized bed inside 12 Grimmauld Place was their safe haven.

Until suddenly, it wasn’t.

Because suddenly, instead of turning up to Grimmauld Place for a regular Order meeting and hoping nobody noticed that Remus stayed behind instead of leaving with everyone else, Remus got a Patronus announcing that Harry and his friends were in the Department of Mysteries, locked in a battle with Death Eaters.

And so instead of the normal night he’d been hoping for, Remus found himself Apparating to the Ministry, praying to Merlin and every other magical deity that he could think of that somehow, Sirius didn’t get the same message. He wanted Sirius to stay behind – to stay where he’d be safe – because he knew that Sirius would be a prime target for any Death Eaters looking for vengeance, being the traitor that he was.

But sure enough, Sirius was there as well, clapping Remus on the shoulder when he’d arrived and making some overly confident statement about rescuing Harry and ‘kicking some Death Eater ass.’

Remus had watched, out of the corner of his eye, as Sirius had gone charging at Dolohov – because of course he would, of course he’d put himself in danger without a second thought to protect Harry. That’s who Sirius was.

And then he went off to duel Bellatrix, and Remus found himself intervening in what could’ve been a deadly interaction between Lucius Malfoy, Harry, and Neville.

Remus didn’t know, then, that that brief moment would be the last time he’d lay eyes on Sirius. Or, at the very least, the last moment he’d lay eyes on him while he was still living.

But then Dumbledore had come storming into the room, and Remus breathed his first sigh of relief; the Death Eaters were fleeing, and everyone was okay.

They were going to make it through this. Sirius was going to make it through.

And then he spun around and watched as Bellatrix hit Sirius straight in the chest with a bolt of red light.

Remus swore that time froze in that moment, as Sirius’s body fell backwards with an almost-artful sort of grace – Sirius would’ve loved that level of dramatic effect, wouldn’t he? – until he was gone, gone forever, gone beyond the veil.

Remus’s feet started moving before the logical part of his brain could remind him that chasing after Sirius was a fruitless endeavor. This turned out in his favour though, because Harry had started running towards Sirius at the same time.

And Harry didn’t have the years of practiced self-control that Remus did, so he never stopped running. So instead of running towards where Sirius’s body had once been, Remus had run towards Harry, grabbing the boy before he could do anything to put himself at risk.

After all this, he couldn’t lose Harry, James and Lily’s son and Sirius’s godchild, too.

Harry was in denial – Remus knew that feeling intimately. Harry kept insisting that Sirius wasn’t gone, that he couldn’t be. But Remus knew the truth. He knew exactly what it felt like to have the most important person in your life ripped away from you, and, well, it felt exactly like this.

It felt like numbness and torture and paralysis and agony all at once.

And so Remus lost everything for the second time.

III.

He was going to keep her safe if it was the last thing he did.

He told himself, after Sirius, that he wasn’t ever going to let anyone in like that again. He wasn’t going to let himself love anyone in that same sort of way – not in the middle of this war – because he knew what it felt like to lose that, and he didn’t think he could bear to go through it again.

But Tonks had worked her way into his heart with all the grace and fury of a wrecking ball, and really how could he not love her?

She’d made her feelings for him known ages ago, because Remus had been consumed by jealousy at her comments about Sirius – although, whether he was jealous at the time because he wanted her or because he wanted Sirius was never something he’d been able to fully discern.

But nonetheless, she’d quickly become the most important person in his life – and then she’d given birth to Teddy, and the two of them were instantly his whole world.

Now, they were that family that was supposed to prove that people could still find a way to lead normal, happy-ever-after lives in the midst of a raging war.

And they did that well enough. It helped, too, that Voldemort wasn’t specifically after his son in the same way he was after Harry. They still lived in hiding though, much in the same way James and Lily had, because keeping his wife and his son safe was the most important thing.

The war didn’t come to their doorstep until the very end.

They’d talked about what would happen if – no, when that day came. Tonks was going to take Teddy, and go to her mother’s. She’d hated the idea of hiding from the action, but Remus had, eventually, convinced her that it was for the best.

Tonks was the better dueller, but she was also the better parent. Remus feared that, if he lost her, there was no way he’d ever be able to be the parent that Teddy deserved. That train of thought was the only thing that had gotten her to finally agree to stay out of harm’s way.

The possibility of Teddy growing up without one of them was hard enough, but the possibility of him growing up without either of his parents?

To Remus – to both of them, really, the thought was unfathomable.

And so when the news came that Harry had appeared at Hogwarts, and all the Order members were called to join the battle, he and Tonks had said their goodbyes. Remus had kissed his wife and his baby boy, before watching as they Floo’d away.

Part of Remus’ heart ached, because he knew there was a chance that he’d never see them again, but the other part of him – the other part of him didn’t really care what happened to him, so long as the battle was won and his family stayed safe.

So he’d rushed into the Battle of Hogwarts with all his usual wholehearted dedication to the cause.

He’d even managed to show Fleur and Harry a picture of his blue-haired baby boy along the way.

But his duelling speed was slower from months of inactivity – a fact made abundantly clear to him when he duelled Dolohov and barely made it away from that fight alive.

If Remus could barely handle one Death Eater, there was no way in hell he could handle four. But that’s what he found himself up against, somewhere in a secluded corner of the grounds.

And then, unexpectedly, a flash of bright pink hair.

Tonks had come anyway.

The two of them were there, and they were both trapped.

Amidst the battle, amidst throwing curses and shielding themselves from the four Death Eaters closing in on them, he had a moment of clarity. Of heart-wrenching, earth-shattering clarity.

They were both going to die.

It happened so fast that, if his adrenaline wasn’t at an all-time high and his senses weren’t at their peak, he might not have been able to piece together the chain of events that unfolded next.

A bright green light aimed at his chest. A blur of pink suddenly rushing in front of him. His wife’s body falling to the ground like a ragdoll in front of him.

This time, there wasn’t even a spare moment for his world to fall apart. Because as soon as his brain connected the scene in front of him with the fact that he had, once again, failed to protect the people he loved, another curse hit him in the back and the world went black.

And so Remus lost everything for the third and final time.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus x tonks #angst #hp fanfic #marauders era

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Policy Wonk Warning: A Short Rant About IP Protection

So I’m a total policy wonk and specifically tech policy as it pertains to games development, localization, and design. Sounds kind of boring, I know, but it’s totally my jam. I try to make up for it by getting tattoos and arm wrestling strangers in bars.So anyway, if you’re not interested in this stuff feel free to skip this post, but I do think there are some interesting points we can glean from the hack of CD Projekt Red.

Also, I’m going to use a bunch of awesome hacker imagery like you’d see on the local news so you know I’m a pro.

CD Projekt Red just announced that they were the victim of a cyber-extortion attempt. This happens all the time and there is a massive body of knowledge about these kind of attacks. The fact that it happens at all is really telling, especially since preventing these sorts of attacks is not as hard as you might think.

While we obviously don’t have all the details, from what the above statement tells us, we can discern a few things about the extortion attempt that CD Projekt Red faced. From there we can talk a bit about what steps can be taken to protect IP by devs of any size.

Most extortion hacks like this lock data in an encrypted state and hold hostage the keys to unlock the users data, without ever taking it off the victim’s system. This instance is interesting because what was stolen appears to be unencrypted IP pertaining to a game in development. Either type of can be disastrous, but in different ways. Losing access to your data because it’s encrypted can kill a project outright because you lose all your sunk time up to that point and many assets like art and code may be impossible to accurately recreate. Losing control of the IP for your game can be very damaging from a promotional and sales perspective. If you lose control of the content you’re releasing or (as in this case) old information is released, it can color the opinions of the media and audience. The best thing you can do is issue a plea as CD Projeckt Red did to treat the content as spoilers. If you lose the actual code or executable for the game, You may face even more business challenges as you may lose profits if your game leaks to torrent or sharing sites.

So how do you keep these sorts of things from happening and what could CD Projekt Red have done to prevent it?

Operational Security

Operational security is something that nearly everyone struggles with. Simple things like using multiple passwords, requiring a minimum level of password strength, and enforcing rules around where data can be stored are a good start, but anywhere you have a human in the mix failures can occur and should be accounted for. Introducing two factor authentication, using a local VPN for your work network, and forcing local encryption of data on employee systems are all great ways to minimize potential exposure. Naturally you should also make sure that physical and network security are both treated with equal respect.

Data Traceability

There are some specific things you can do beyond general operational security to ensure that when things go sideways you can respond thoughtfully and with intention. Setting a policy for logging data access on servers and systems, Defining use rights for data, and maintaining a process for backing up data and establishing chain of ownership are all good options. Additionally, metadata has become much more powerful as a tool for tracking and sourcing data. Assessing where metadata can benefit your organization, and implementing standards for how and when metadata is accessed can make accessing your data in both day-to-day and emergency situations. A strong metadata policy can also help with legal discovery if and when that ever becomes an issue.

Disaster Recovery Planning

Disaster recovery planning isn’t fun, but it can make or break an organization in a time of crisis. Thoughtful DR planning forces an organization to address uncomfortable truths about their operation and asses and address risks. Disasters can range from natural disasters that take out a server room, to personnel disasters where an employee leaves unexpectedly. Ultimately, a good DR Plan should contain processes that allow you to recover data, limit access to data which has been compromised (ex: via remote encryption), and ensure business continuity. Some of the sting of DR planning can be taken out of the process by making the scenarios interesting. I worked on an epidemic DR plan where we use a zombie outbreak as the epidemic in question. While we answered a lot of questions about how we would support remote work in the event of a general quarantine, we also talked about how to secure physical spaces and ensure as much service continuity as possible.

Where to Start?

The key is to start. But sure, that can be daunting. There are a few simple questions you can ask to start the conversation and determine where you need to focus on security issues.

What do I have to lose? What is the cost to the company if I lost access to data, or if a service goes down? Are there any truly irreplaceable systems or individuals in my organization? What happens if I lose those resources?

How secure is my data today? Who can access my data? Do employees take data off site, or work remotely? Is that data encrypted? What is our password policy like?

Where is my data? This seems simple, but many companies don’t have a good understanding of where their data physically lives. Is that data stored locally or is it accessed on a server? Are there significant security measures in place on servers, clients, and the networks between the two? Is my data backed up elsewhere and how is the security on the backup system different from that on my main system?

By answering these questions you can start to establish a good understanding of the state of your operational and data security.

This is expensive though, right?

Good planing does have a cost, but luckily those costs are mostly time. Prioritizing the time to establish and regularly update security and DR plans and setting the expectation that processes are in place and being followed is something that needs to be done at high levels in any organization. Just having the conversation can be half the battle and documenting the outcomes of those conversations is the foundation of any good formal policy or plan. Plus, once the initial work is done, an annual review is usually enough to ensure that policies and procedures are keeping pace with trends.

In conclusion

Whew, I know there was a lot of information there, thanks for sticking with me! But it’s also worth noting that I only just scratched the surface. I didn’t really get into what tools are out there to help with security or how to do a tool assessment or easily hundreds of other factors. If you’d like to discuss specific scenarios or talk about tool selection or any other aspect of this feel free to shoot me an email.

#Security #hackers #Game Development #Indie Games #CD Projekt Red

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