#danganronpa x d&d

[thebusytypewriter]

hello hello congrats on the followers!! for the event could i request a long kamukura x reader fic where he’s basically baby duck imprinted on reader? i imagine that after being locked in a cell and mistreated by hopes peak even an iota of basic human kindness has him clinging

YIPPEE I've been brainrotting about this one for AGES I'm so sorry for the wait anon!! I'm also sorry that you were probably expecting fluff with this and while there is some, uhhhh........... angstnohappyendOKAYENJOYBYE--

No, I’m not falling for you

So please have mercy on me

The night of the Tragedy—the first one—you were there. That was something Izuru Kamukura didn’t expect.

You weren’t exactly there, not in the classroom where it all went down; things would’ve been much different if you were. No, you were some Reserve Course student who’d found their way just outside of the Main Course gates past curfew.

In fact, it was well past that point, nearly midnight by then. Enoshima had yet to return from her place in the security office, Ikusaba likely with her. This left Kamukura alone outside to ponder what had just transpired.

The gruesome deaths of the thirteen Ultimate students replayed over and over within his perfect memory, everything from gunshot to impaling to chainsaw. He’d expected each and every one of them to turn away from Enoshima’s “motives,” since innocent lives logically outweighed petty hearsay, no matter how damaging it would be.

Such intense emotion on their faces when first attacks were made… He couldn’t understand it.

Wind whistled past his stony face as he strolled, the force tossing around his hair in every direction. Even if he had the capacity to care about it, he wouldn’t. There were far more pressing things to worry about.

The sound of rubber soles on stone alerted him to an approaching individual, so Kamukura swiftly moved behind one of the few trees lining the outer wall and watched.

You were far out of dress code for a Reserve Course student, but he figured that you didn’t care with it being after hours. A large hoodie covered you, engulfing your upper half in the softest fabric he’d ever seen, and your yoga pants were just as large and cozy-looking. The only thing that indicated you as part of the Reserve Course was the student ID faintly peeking out from under your collar.

He could see the bags under your eyes from his place a dozen feet away, and the slouch in your walk alerted his health-related talents of your likely insomnia.

“Hello?” you called out, almost timidly, not too soft to go unheard but not too loud to alert any remaining security. “I was just out for a walk when I, um, heard you. I know it’s late, I just want to make sure you’re okay. It’s not a good idea to leave Main Course grounds after dark, okay?”

Kamukura faintly wondered if you’d ever had a chance of being an Ultimate regarding empathy or safety. It would suit you.

“I go here,” you continued, “so don’t worry, I just want to help.”

His nail lightly scratched at the tree’s bark in contemplation. Two abnormal events in the same night… Perhaps he couldn’t let that go.

Letting his definitive steps announce his presence, Kamukura stepped out and into the dull light of the street lamps. He said nothing and simply blinked at you.

You inhaled sharply, clearly startled as you caught sight of him. There was only a brief moment of panic in your eyes before it switched over to concern, your gaze locking on something just below his own, slightly to his right. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Ah. In the excitement of your arrival, he’d forgotten about the bullet graze wound across his cheek. He raised a hand and felt around the area, unsurprised to find it mostly still wet with blood. “And why would you be concerned about me? You’ll get nothing in return.”

“Nothing in…?” Your brow pinched further, now from both concern and confusion. “Dude, you’re bleeding. Like a lot. Like you might need stitches.”

“No. I’ll apply some disinfectant shortly, and it’ll heal just fine. You should be more concerned with your own safety, being out this late at night, instead of fussing over a stranger.”

“I-I’m not fussing,” you argued, cheeks now puffing out in your annoyance.

You reminded him of a chipmunk.

Cute.

Something in him halted at the thought before reassuring himself that it was simply fact. There were no opinions within him. You were being kind to him, that was all. It was… unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

“Oh!” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. “How rude of me. I didn’t even introduce myself.” With a statement of your name—something he already knew from observing your student ID—you extended a hand while asking for his own.

In a handful of milliseconds, he considered what to tell you. He could tell you nothing and walk away, leaving you out of the insanity but leaving this odd new itch behind. He could tell you Kamukura, but there were far too many things attached to that name on Hope’s Peak campus. You were Reserve Course, not stupid. 

“Call me Izuru,” he stated. “For your safety, I’ll leave it at that.”

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. “Ah… okay? Nice to meet you then, Izuru.”

“You as well.”

“Aaaand your reason for being out here…?”

“Nightly walk.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but you didn’t need to know that. “I was in the process of returning to my quarters when you appeared. I am in no danger, I assure you.”

You nodded, hesitant but understanding. “Gotcha. Well… just be careful, okay? There are some real weirdos out here at night.”

The irony of your statement almost made him laugh. Almost. “I understand, thank you. Would you like an escort back to the Reserve Course dormitory?”

“Oh, uh, no thanks. Pepper spray’s got my back.”

“If you insist. Good night, then.” Kamukura gave the slightest of bows before turning to reenter the Main Course grounds and rendezvous with Enoshima. Your return of the phrase met his ears, but he continued on.

He tried not to feel your gaze boring into his back as he did so.

He tried not to look back when he heard your footsteps retreat.

Izuru Kamukura failed for the first and second time that night.

‘Cause it’s not romantic, I swear

I’m not gasping for air

After moving from one underground bunker to another, Kamukura quickly found himself to be once again bored out of his mind. The only thing that kept his attention, that lingered in his mind, was you.

He’d never seen your face among the rioters from newsfeed alone, leading him to the conclusion that you were abstaining from it all. You were safe, presumably. Given how kind you were to him when you met, he decided that you deserved it—the safety from Despair. Someone like you needed to be protected.

And yet, he still thought about what it would be like for you to stay in that bunker with him. Kamukura wasn’t alone there, of course not; among its occupants was Enoshima, Ikusaba, Mitarai, and the nurse that was dragged in—Tsumiki. Of these, Enoshima was the only one who engaged in conversation with him, as one-sided as it was, and as annoying as she was.

Despite himself, despite his programming, Kamukura missed you.

He knew that Enoshima had noticed his change of demeanor after that night. He knew that she’d look into what happened, badgering him until she inevitably gave up.

What he didn’t know was how invested she’d be in the situation.

In the midst of his purusing old documents within the bunker, he was met with the sound of Enoshima’s delighted hum growing closer… then farther. It was odd. There weren’t many rooms in the bunker, and there were even fewer rooms that Junko Enoshima herself would enter. If they were dirty, she sent Ikusaba in. If they were hazardous, she sent Tsumiki in.

So where was she going?

Damn it, his interest was piqued.

Cautiously and quietly, Kamukura followed the Ultimate Despair down a corridor he’d never seen her traverse before. She hummed the whole way, a slight bounce in her step, before stopping at a closed iron door. It had a small square window at head level, but that seemed to be the only way one could see in or out of the room. Enoshima slid the massive bar lock out of place and pushed her way inside, letting the door close behind her.

He stalked up to the solid barrier and peered through the window, careful not to let more of himself show than what was unavoidable. As Kamukura’s gaze settled on the pigtailed frame he’d watched enter, her voice met his ears.

“Just checkin’ on ya, sweetheart! Can’t have you dying on me just yet, right? You just got here!”

Then, a second voice followed hers, one that made his blood run cold.

“I-I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you stammered, teeth audibly clacking together in the cold concrete room. “I don’t know who you are, I don’t know why you brought me here, I haven’t done anything wrong—”

“Of course not, silly!” Enoshima strode forward in faux contemplation, manicured hands clasped behind her back. “Consider this a… witness care program. We take care of our witnesses!”

With the Despair’s movement, Kamukura was able to get a full view of you. You were still in your pajamas, just a tank top and fuzzy pants, implying that you’d been abducted either in your room or within the dorm in general. Your feet were bare and pale—borderline blue—against the gray floor. (He understood then why you were shivering.) From that angle, he was able to notice your hands wrenched behind your back as you sat by a pole, and he deduced that Enoshima—or maybe Ikusaba—had tied you to said pole to restrict movement. How cliche.

“Witness care?” You blinked, fluorescent light sparkling in your eyes. “So you’re protecting me then?”

“Well, aren’t you just a little ray of hope?” Enoshima reached out and pitched your cheek with enthusiasm. “Cutie pie! I could just eat you up!” Her grin dropped abruptly, and Kamukura saw a few little beads of blood spring up on your skin where she held you. “…And then I would immediately vomit. Your gross little rainbows and sparkles make me sick, y’hear me? What the hell does a god like Kamukura see in a worthless Reserve Course chump?”

Your brow furrowed. “I’m sorry, who’s… Kamukura? Like, the founder of Hope’s Peak?”

“No, silly,” she snorted. “Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The one you met a few days ago. What exactly did he say his name was?”

He watched your mouth open to answer, then slowly close as you appeared to connect the dots she’d presented. Your response came out quiet and disbelieving. “…Izuru.”

Enoshima’s free hand flew up in mocking celebration. “Give the kid a prize! This might come as a shock to you—who am I kidding, it so will—but the Izuru Kamukura you talked to is a lab experiment gone horrifically right. He’s a god among men, the Ultimate Hope. And that makes it all the more confusing as to why he’s chosen to latch onto you of all people. Kinda silly if you ask me.”

Much to his odd delight, all traces of fear left your face at the statement, and you snarled at her. “Well if you admire him so much, then why does it sound to me like you’re doubting his judgment? I’ll be sure to let him know when I see him next. Whose word will he believe—mine or yours?”

Enoshima’s hand ripped away as she recoiled. “Ugh! God, you’d get along really well with the know-it-all detective in my class. Keep holding your head up like that, and you’re ten times more likely to get smacked by a bat. It’s just statistics!”

The twitch of your brow betrayed your returning terror.

“Anyway,” she drew out, “I wouldn’t get comfy, m’kay? Even though you’re here as a present for my beloved Kamukura, I still have an agenda. Maybe look up the phrase ‘take care of’ in the dictionary! Oh, wait, you can’t do that here. Hm! Your problem, not mine.”

Kamukura ducked out of the window just as Enoshima turned, forgoing the remainder of the conversation to preserve his assumed innocence. In his brisk return down the hallway, he felt an odd tingling sensation rising from the midst of his throat all the way to his skull. It reminded him of an ant colony, one that disturbed the neutrality within him.

He then noticed how tense his brow had been the entire time. How clenched his fists were. How much he itched to burst through the door and rescue your kind self from Despair incarnate.

Some Ultimate Psychologist within him ticked off some boxes and raised a finger to share the new discovery, but he ignored it.

He had to.

The Ultimate Hope did not get attached.

I want you to be here, but please don’t come near

‘Cause even though I’m pretty sure my head’s exploding

I’m not ready for hand holding

Kamukura was attached.

Within the couple of weeks between his discovery of your presence—when he was sure that Enoshima and Ikusaba weren’t in the bunker, and Mitarai and Tsumiki were stationed in the former’s workspace—he often found himself visiting you.

The first time he made an appearance and explained what he could, he’d been expecting your immediate response.

“So you’ll let me go?”

He shook his head. “As much as I am of the mind that you should be given your freedom, there is a strong chance Enoshima may just hunt you down again and kill you. A far from ideal outcome, wouldn’t you agree?”

You did, and he was relieved.

…What?

Ah, yes. That was the recurring problem around you; Kamukura found himself feeling things. At first, he was convinced that he could become desensitized by visiting you more. It only made things worse. He got to know you then, all your hobbies and quirks and everything that made you unique in his eyes.

Not to mention your kindness. God, all the harsh interactions with immoral scientist after immoral scientist made him realize how truly important you were.

You invaded all of his waking thoughts, and Kamukura expected that he was doing a good job at hiding it.

He was created to have perfect judgment.

It’s not love, I swear

“Oh, Kamukura darling! I have a surprise for you!”

He let himself sigh as he turned from his absentminded file browsing to meet Enoshima’s wide grin. “I have no interest in your presents.” Not to mention he already knew to whom she was referring.

The grin flipped on a dime to a childish pout. “You don’t have to be so mean about it! And here I thought you’d actually like this one.”

“If you’re going to pester me about this surprise regardless, then I suppose I have little choice. Get on with it.”

Enoshima immediately perked up again, much like a dog whose master said the word ‘treat’ aloud. (What a hellish dog the Ultimate Despair would make, Kamukura thought to himself. He’d have to tell you that one later.) “Okie dokie! You’re gonna love it.”

“Doubtful. I am incapable of love.”

Incapability, the Ultimate Dictionary part of him said, is another word for inability, which is the lack of ability to do something. Denial is an unwillingness to accept that something is true.

He stubbornly shoved the thought away and followed behind the bouncing girl.

Love clouds even the most objectively perfect judgment.

They continued on to a section of the bunker that Kamukura was slightly less familiar with, as it was usually occupied by the other inhabitants, and he wasn’t one to socialize with them. (He wasn’t one to socialize with Enoshima, either, but she forced it upon him.) At some time, he’d heard the sounds of panic and stress echoing from that same direction, but it was her business, not his. It appeared that it was about to be his business, though.

Enoshima led him into an offshoot of the main hallway, her deranged humming increasing as they moved. It was never a good sign when she was so pleased.

The distorted music he’d listened to her perfect met his ears, laced with the edited screams of Ultimate students. Why was she playing the Despair-inducing video? Was there a “guest” he wasn’t aware of?

…Wait.

There would be.

If he wasn’t already aware of them.

“You’ve been so pressed over the battle of Hope and Despair, and I wanted to help you along—” Enoshima pushed a door open, and the sounds became clearer— “so you get to see Despair in action!”

A dim concrete room greeted the two of them, bathed only in the flashing lights and red glow of her video. In the center, a single chair sat askew with what appeared to be leather straps dangling from its arms and legs. The quick inspection with his Ultimate Analyst talent revealed a lack of tears in the leather outside of the usual signs of torture—fraying and scuffing. The occupant didn’t escape their containment, but they were released.

Speaking of, Kamukura’s gaze fell upon a figure settled on the floor, head pressed against their knees. It was reminiscent of a traditional Japanese deep bow—zarei, that is—but they were tense, shaking. Their hands dug into their hair and pulled against their scalp in this panicked manner, and that wasn’t even the part that set him off.

This figure, the victim of Junko Enoshima’s Despair-inducing video, was you.

“Turn it off.”

“Eh?”

His fist closed around Enoshima’s throat and tugged her close in an instant, dragging a garbled noise of surprise from her. “Turn the video off, or I will do it myself.”

Her eyes were wide at this new display, one he himself was quite unsure about, and she burst out in startled laughter. “Woooow! Okay, Mr. Assertive! It’s done the job anyway. This was mostly just for theatrics and funsies, to give a little pizzazz to your present—Hey, are you even listening?”

Kamukura was not. Oh, how he thought about bashing in her head at that moment. It would be quick and effortless on his part, ultimately ridding the world of her sick plan. But Enoshima wasn’t his priority; he was already crossing the floor toward your crumpled form, an uncharacteristically-loud heartbeat pounding in his ears. Odds of your being unharmed were slim, to say the least, and only dropping every second you didn’t move, but he called upon his Ultimate Luck to combat them.

Pristine black dress pants rubbed against the concrete as he settled on his knees next to you. Kamukura’s hand hovered over your back while he debated on the best course of action. What would he do if you were lost? Could he bring himself to hand you over to Enoshima, or would he go directly against her to repair a broken mind? Was it even possible for him to do such a thing?

Might still be in shock, he reminded himself. It was entirely possible that Enoshima had been bluffing. You were fine.

You had to be.

He let his hand run over your spine once. Twice. You remained, head pressed to your knees, though you shuddered at the touch.

Just ahead, the Despair-inducing video clicked off. Finally. He shot a glare at Enoshima and, by virtue of her sudden appearance, Ikusaba. Additionally, Tsumiki appeared to be peeking in from the doorway, and her twisted smile did nothing to calm his anxieties.

…Anxieties? The Ultimate Psychologist in his head once again raised a finger to say I told you so, but he ignored it.

Kamukura called for you, quietly at first. When he received no answer, he tried again, louder.

Something finally spilled from your lips, unintelligible and hushed. He wondered for a moment if what he felt at the sound was hope, but it quickly snapped away as your garbled noises continued and then transitioned into an objectively worse sound.

You were laughing.

No, you were crying.

It was both. You were hysterical.

Finally, finally, you sat up, and the “no signal” screen previously playing that maddening video kept your face under an eerie red light. The color illuminated the teartracks down your cheeks, and his heart clenched. Your gaze met his, and it sank.

Those kind eyes, the ones that made him feel warm, feel anything… were hazy and unfocused. The smile that set off the butterflies in his stomach, however few they were, twisted with insanity.

Tainted.

She’d broken you.

You. The one good thing in this spiraling world.

Kamukura cupped your cheek as you giggled something about his expression. He didn’t care to listen. He ran through the possible ways of repairing your mind and found that the list was both shorter and less possible than he’d initially thought. Human beings are fragile creatures, he reminded himself. You can’t hold one too tightly, or else it’ll hurt more when they break.

Perhaps this wasn’t what Enoshima had meant by seeing her work in action, but it got the point across.

His tears fell alongside yours.

It might be closer to Despair . . .

#Follower Event :D #salem's works #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru kamukura x reader #kamukura x reader #writers on tumblr #authors on tumblr #WHEEZES it's done #yes it's another songfic don't look at me #cw violence #(vague but felt like i should add that)

[mushi-shield]

#Nagito Komaeda x Makoto Naegi #Komaegi #Nagito Komaeda #Makoto Naegi #danganronpa #Vash the Stampede x Nicholas D. Wolfwood #Vash wood #Vash the Stampede #Nicholas D. Wolfwood #trigun #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #stranger things #slash ships #slash ship #slash ships poll #ship poll #shipping poll #slash shipping showdown #slash shipping showdown poll #slash ship showdown poll #poll #slash poll

[yazy0-0]

THESE SHIPS>>

(Part 2)

#i honestly didn’t expect part 1 to get so many notes 😅 #i made a part 2 :D #haikyuu #date tech #aofuta #shiratorizawa #ushiten #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #mitsukou #danganronpa #dr v3 #saiibo #amaguji #komi can't communicate #onemine x otori

[giggly-squiggily]

Hc: the reason Korekiyo wraps his hands is because he had a habit of biting his nails, so when they come off after a while his long nails make for a really deadly tickle weapon :3 could I make the lee the reader please?

KOREKIYO! *claps excitedly* YESH! Oh my god I'm so hyped! I haven't written for my noodle man in awhile! I've gotcha covered, anon!

“Wow…” You blinked, strangely entranced.

“I suppose the sight is…odd.” Korekiyo remarked as he pulled off the last of his tape. Bare hands on full display, they…were hands. No markings, no scars, nothing you’d imagine he’d want to hide with that much tape. The only interesting thing about them were his nails- a smidge too long and coated with chipped nail polish. “I need to redo them.”

“Let me!” You blurted before he could speak again. “I mean…if you’d let me.”

Korekiyo blinked at you, taking in your request. Then, slowly, he pushed the small bottle of nail polish to you, holding out his hands. “Interesting…very well.”

“Great! Hm…maybe we should reshape them too…” You hummed as you took one, noting the frailed edges. “They look…bitten?” To your surprise, Korekiyo flushed beneath his mask. “Kiyo?”

“I have…a bad habit of biting them.” He confessed, shrinking some in his seat. “Hence why I tape them.”

“Hm.” You nodded, digging into the pouch he brought until you found a nail filer. “That’s okay. We all have our ticks.” The next few minutes you spent cleaning and painting his nails, shaping them so they were all matching in style. The discomfort in Korekiyo’s frame began to fade as he watched you work, and it wasn’t long before he was blinking at his new nails, pleased. “There! Like them?”

“I do. They look lovely. Thank you, (Y/N).” His eyes were warm when he looked at you, and while you couldn’t see it, you could tell he was smiling. Feeling proud, you raised your chin.

“Your welcome-”

“Mind if I take them on a test run?”

“A test what?” You blinked, and suddenly he was no longer in his seat before you. “Where are-Ehehehehehhehe!”

“Yes, these prove to be quite nice.” Korekiyo hummed as his hands found your collarbone, gently tapping along your neck as you squirmed and giggled in your seat. “Thank you, (Y/N)- I just might keep them unwrapped today.”

“Ahehahhahahahha! Yoohohoohu sohohohn of a-heeeeehehehehehehhe!” You lunged forward, jumping out of your seat and twisting so you could glare at him. “Come here, you extended green bean-”

The rest of the afternoon was you chasing him down, bandages forgotten as you seeked your revenge.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #danganronpa #drv3 #korekiyo shinguji #reader insert #korekiyo x reader #can be read either platonic or romatic whatever floats your boat :D

[kaitoxkiibo]

drawing cyberspace at the beach not in summer is something... interesting

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #kaito momota #keebo #k1 b0 #kiibo #cyberspace #kaiibo #kiimota #kaito x kiibo #kiibo x kaito #taking keebo's armor off isn't a good idea i know #kaito in my arts is so :D

[ibukis-songbook]

Here's me wishing for any sort of dom!Kiibo thoughts you've got, if you feel like it? Your imagines got me daydreaming and now I can't stop! (Huge fan, by the way! Seeing you on my dashboard always brightens my day, even when it's just a little message about how you're doing or something.)

soft dom Kiibo headcanons

Awe thank you sweetie! I’m so happy I can make your day! <3 Comments like these make mine. Anyways, I love dom Kiibo too. I don’t want to lewd the robot, I want the robot to lewd ME. Sorry this has taken me so long to get out. Writer’s block is the worst.

CW: NSFW, gn reader, dom/sub relationships, dom Kiibo, sub reader, I operate under the assumption that Kiibo has both a sex drive and a dick

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Arctic Monkeys - Kneesocks

Roxanne - Chase Atlantic

Kiibo is totally a soft dom. I think getting him to be a hard dom would require him to be very very very worked up

If you catch my drift

But he’s down for a lot, even as a soft dom.

Remember guys: soft doms are still doms, and are not the same as service tops!

Kiibo is a tad overconfident in himself on the lowkey, so I think he’d actually take better to domming than most would assume.

Kiibs loves taking care of his s/o, pampering them in bed and making the most of the experience.

He also loves the feeling of knowing you trust him to be the one calling the shots.

He’s not experienced in sex at all, so a d/s relationship would likely be introduced after a few lessons in vanilla lovemaking.

Speaking of lovemaking, Kiibo sees all sex as an act of love. Even if you’re just feeling in the mood, to him, being your partner in the bedroom, dom or not, is just another way of him being able to express his affection for you.

Kiibo’s a bit of an experimentalist. His only harsh limits are really hurting you. Biting, pinching, and things are fine, but harsh punishments and extreme impact play are out of the question.

The hardest things he’s probably into would be marking you or overstimulating you.

He loves watching you squirm and writhe in pleasure, hearing you beg him for more.

Or beg him to slow down. But with the way your hips move against him, he really can’t control himself.

Or, or, beg him to give you anything while he edges you.

“You look so desperate right now. Say you need me again. Tell me how much you love it and maybe I’ll reward you.”

Knowing how much you crave him drives him up the wall. Watching you shake makes him remember how fragile and sensitive humans are. He just wants to watch as your body contorts in pleasure as he brings you to the brink and brings you back again and again.

He finds it really cute how you whimper for him while he teases you with his tongue or fingers before giving you what you really want.

He praises you until you can’t think or speak. He’ll make sure you know for certain all the things he loves about you, no matter how embarrassing you think they are. He can’t help but comment on how well you follow instructions, how good you are for him, and how much he loves you.

When Kiibo’s the dom, he prefers to be on the giving end. It’s slippery and silicone and fits you so perfectly (thanks to Miu).

Poor boy tends to get really lost in the moment. He’s totally sex drunk the second he slips in, and this is when he tends to get a bit rough (you know, for him).

He’ll overheat and pant and whine, telling you how tight and warm you are, and how he loves you and wants to see your face when you cum around him. His voice will malfunction but he’d never stop talking, praising you constantly.

“S/o…s/o.~ Hhaahh, s-so t-t-t-iiiiIIIiight. Ba…baaaaAAAaaabyyyy~~~. Ahh, ahhmmnnn…sssSSs/oooOOO!~”

As soon as the two of you are finished, he’ll pull you close to his chest and scan your vitals, making sure you’re alright.

Aftercare with Kiibo is wonderful, provided he isn’t low on charge. Careful not to let him overwork himself.

He dotes on you a lot afterwards. Domdrop for him can hit hard though, so make sure to tell him he did good too! 

#c to d #danganronpa imagines #anon #imagines blog #kiibo #kiibo idabashi #kiibo x reader #kiibo smut #kiibo x reader smut #mdni

[sips-tea-cutely]

and they waited [part 1.]

"they waited, for so long for you to come. you din't come, instead your body laid in the grassy green hills as flies swarmed around the air."

━ IN WHICH KEIJI SHINOGI, ADACHI TOHRU, SHUICHI SAIHARA AND RANPO EDOGAWA DEAL WITH FINDING THEIR S/O DECEASED. THEIR REACTIONS, AND ACTIONS.

#KEIJI SHINOGI

He's tired.

It's been- what? like a week since he's been trapped in this death game. Honored he's even included, really. It's his duty as, Mr. Policeman, to investigate every inch of the area.

So that he can return to you safely.

So when he does, following Sara, he notices film type that had the name of "NON-PARTICPANT.MP3" And decides to himself that it would be intresting to watch it.

"Hey Sara, could you put this on the computer for me?" He asks, to which Sara berudingly nods to. Sliding the disk in, the computer flashes a screen and. .

Why are you in the video?

"Please! Pleaseplease let me go... !! I wanna go home.. !! I wanna see Keiji ..!! He's still missing- I- I can find him! I swear, please! NO- No! Nonono..." You screamed, as the box was filled with gushing water as you momentarily drowned.

He's stunned and tired.

You.. weren't even a particpant, so why were you dragged into this? Why, why would someone so precious ..? Was it because of him? Was it his fault?

"Ahhh.. That's a shame! Really! I was thinking of bringing a random person who almost everyone knew... Too bad the key was dangingly by their necklace, and they din't even know!" A voice eerily cheery exclaimed.

Their necklace? You mean, the necklace he gave you? Stop it. No. That can't be true.

Why, Why was it your turn to die? For the first time, he felt true despair.

#ADACHI TOHRU

"A body of a forensic artist was found deceased five days ago.. their body was discovered by their co-workers near Yasogami High School's entrance. The student who has found the body refused to be interviewed. The culprit has not yet been found, but-"

"...Turn it off, Dojima-San."

"Alright. Well, Bye Adachi. I'm going back home."

He sighs, sitting emptily on the chair. It's hilarious to think the detective agency couldn't find a single fingerprint- and the sole reasoning behind it was because he wore gloves. (For legal reasons, that was a lie.)

Adachi Tohru, also part of said agency, is having the time of his life. When he gets pissed, he can kill people off with just a flick of a finger. It was- It was so easy. No one would find out. Still...

"Adachi-San, you're the one killing people off, am I correct?"

How the hell did you find out?

"Adachi-San, are you happy? It appears to me you aren't."

Shut up.

"Adachi-San, you seem to like cabbages. Haha, that's funny!"

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"Adachi-San, I knew it! you're parents-"

You don't know anything about me. Stop blabbering and keep your mouth shut. Stop spouting nonsense, for the love of God, please.

"Adachi-San.... T... Thank you... for ... everythin..."

You still blabbered your mouth even when you were on the brink of dying. Ironic, you'll never keep your mouth shut.

...Still.

He saw you. He killed so much other people. Yet, when he killed you... Why did it feel different? He's still doing his normal routines, yet whenever he looks at your office..

Why does it hurt?

#SHUICHI SAIHARA

Cold. Painful. Sorrow.

There was so much things he wanted to say, yet silenced choked him out as if he hadn't had a voice.

It was so uncomfortable- so bizzare. He had just left to finish a case, and here you laid cold on the ground with a thousand of spikes penetrating through your body.

He badly wanted for you to just stand up and exclaim that it was simply just a prank, apologize for doing so and the both of you could go on their merry way.

But he knows, that your pranks never go this far.

Is he just trying to believe? There was nothing to believe, there was no fingerprints, no DNA samples- no nothing. It's as if the culprit murdered you then disappeared as well.

He's trying to look for the truth. The one you oh so encouraged him to open his eyes to seek. But your eyes were closed, seeing no truth at all. How he wishes you can just- blink.

Please, please blink.

Rang through his mind. He just wants you to stop. Please. Please stop, wake up. Wake up. Wake up, please. But he knows— he knows you won't wake up.

It hurts him, it hurts him like hell. But whenever he looks back to your body in the autopsy room, he can't help but feel at ease. Why, why were you so frozen and dull still bring him comfort when your body laid cold?

He doesn't know. Please tell him. He knows nothing. And it's pathetic for him to even embrace the detective title now if he had to give it up to the higher ups. I beg of you, please wake up.

#RANPO EDOGAWA

"...Ranpo-San, My condolences but....they have died. They died, and there are signs they were assaulted. We.. We found them in the allyway today."

Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

"But- In my vision, They din't..." Was it because the change of those stupid glasses? Was it because he wanted to wear the glasses you gave him that he couldn't see what happened more clearly?

"Ranpo-San! It's okay to make mistakes, after all, you can still improve!"

It wasn't okay to make this mistake. It costed too much. It costed you. He can't improve, not without you by his side. Where would be his encouragement? His praise? His..

Where would your smile be?

It's over. It's gone. He's the most worthless and terrible detective out there. But.. You... You were just here yesterday. How could have you died? You could protect yourself, he knows, but ...

Maybe it was because of him.

It was because of him that you died. Was... Was he the greatest detective on the earth that everybody said he was? That- That he said? That you said?

I'm sorry for being an idiot. Please come back to me, please. I'll do better, so just hug me and praise me once more with that stupid grin of yours.

#mod chihiro #i got inspiration from mod maki and mod nezumi from their convos :D #ranpo edogawa x reader #keiji shinogi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #adachi tohru x reader #angst #LOTS OF ANGST #would adachi care for you? #answer is no #also the amount of times i see adachi in dojima's house like ok houseiwfe #bongou stray dogs #bongou stray dogs x reader #danganronpa x reader #v3 x reader #thh x reader #yttd x reader #persona 4 x reader

[nayosopp]

kept seeing a bunch of birthday posts and was surprised to find that they all had the same birthday... so i drew them

#danganronpa #hunter x hunter #one piece #byakuya togami #gon freecss #monkey d. luffy #gon luffy and then there's byakuya #he would not survive in their worlds lmao #digital art #my art #nayemakesart

[celamoon]

Omg……….. I’m caught between two so feel free to choose!!!

Could I have a large soy candle with coffee scent or a large liquid candle with cotton Candy scent please!!! Thank youuuuu!!

(I know I love Komaeda but I’d also love to see your thoughts on how izuru would react to a carnival omg)

It's predictable.

Yet, Kamukura finds himself standing in the middle of the entrance, hand in yours, holding onto your bag as he takes photos for you. It's painfully predictable of you to want to go to a carnival, and it's painfully predictable of him to tag along with you. It's a date. He realizes that before you even tell him it is. Everything in his brain goes too fast, too slow, too this, too that. Kamukura thinks he's painfully in love with you before he wants to admit it. He knows it. It's something that the doctors had painstakingly tried to keep him from, but it happened anyway.

Maybe he was less special around you.

You hand the lady your tickets, and she tells the two of you to have fun before you pull him in.

You're going to have fun, but Kamukura knows he won't. He'll just accompany you around and make sure that you have all the fun you can before he does.

"What do you want to do?" You tilt your head at him first, blinking curiously at him.

"I am only accompanying you." He mumbles.

"Well," You drag him to get him a churro first. He's like a dog to you, almost. You always hand him a treat when you want him to stay still, and you always hand him something sweet when he does something good. Classical conditioning. He's being conditioned by you to do things in your favor. He didn't even know he had a preference for sweets. You seldom said anything in your head when you stared dead into his eyes some days.

Yet, he reads you naturally, almost as if he had known you for ages before and was simply reuniting with you.

It's something he seldom feels, he decides.

"Here," You hand him the churro and take your bag from his hands. He chews on it slowly as you drag him to the shop next.

Everything you're doing is predictable.

It's typical of you. You'll drag him to a ride next, and then you'll head off to have lunch before going to even more rides. There's not much to do in a carnival, after all.

Sticking to his word, you have lunch after the first ride.

"Are you bored?"

It's a rhetorical question from you.

"I'm sure you are," You tap your bottom lip as you chew, thinking about what you could do to at least crack a smile from him. Kamukura reaches over the table to wipe the corner of your lips, and he blinks.

"Sorry," You laugh to yourself, stretching your arms up. "We can head back if you'd like."

"It is fine." Kamukura tilts his head, matching you. "I do not mind."

"But you've just been following me around on the rides and nothing else."

"I do not mind," Kamukura emphasizes. "I do not."

"You do not feel anything," You tilt your head at him, blowing a raspberry. "You sure?"

"Positive."

You spend the rest of the afternoon playing carnival games that would be considered scams, but you suppose the power of the ultimate hope won you more than enough. Kamukura walks around with two armfuls of plushes you won, and you hold another plastic bag of plushies. You pause at the sight of a pop-up.

"Can I get a build a bear?"

Kamukura nods, motioning at his wallet, and you grab the card in it.

"Why yours?"

"It is the school's."

"Nevermind."

Kamukura stands to the side with the plushes, staring as you tell him to swap places with you to leave behind a voice message. You rock on your feet slowly, staring at Kamukura as he speaks into the heart, handing the little recording to the employee, waving you over to swap with him.

You stuff the animal, and you bounce back to Kamukura.

"Can I listen?"

"When you arrive home."

He's stuck babysitting a bunch of stuffed animals while you go on a few rides before closing, and Kamukura blinks at you as you drag him to the few final games before he tells you it's mathematically impossible for him to fit any more plushes in his car.

You hand him a tuff of cotton candy, a matching one in your hand.

"No more." Kamukura loosens his grip as you pull a couple from his arms, stuffing them into your bag to the best of your ability. "It is impossible now."

He takes the stick from you, eating it, watching as you try to stuff the rest of the animals into the new plastic bag you asked for. 

You're pretty. It's not objective, maybe, but he finds that he has more to say and think around you. The scientists said that's good, minus the falling in love. He thinks you're pretty, even when you have sweat on your face from how long you've spent at the amusement park. 

He thinks you're pretty. So that's all that matters, he supposes.

"Alright," You take the build-a-bear from his arms and cling onto it as you get ready to leave the carnival. You're not quite sure how the two of you won half of the prizes at the carnival and not get kicked out, but you don't complain. Kamukura was more than kind enough to help you win all these prizes. You'll split half of them with him.

"You do not need to." Kamukura places the animals in the back carefully. "I do not need these."

"But you can keep them as a memory of today," You grin. "I'll just keep the build a bear."

Kamukura blinks at you slowly. You're not going to budge. "Very well."

"Thank you for today."

Kamukura sits in the car, reaching to press the bear's paw quietly.

"Thank you." with the same, deadpan, bored voice you've grown used to.

You grin at him. "Love you."

He doesn't turn you down.

#kamukura x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #danganronpa x reader #☾.events #ty for requesting bunny!!!!! #komaeda n coffee was requested a lot so im just gonna answer the other asks :D #ty <3333

[thebusytypewriter]

CONGRATS SALEM!! you know i had to hop on the event so could i request a short fluffy komaeda x reader on a picnic date?? thank you so much <33

TY JACKIE!! Short fluffy drabble is short and fluffy. Hope you enjoy! <3

“What are you so nervous about? Everything looks great!”

Nagito only hums, the sound indicating his disagreement. His gaze is not on the array of fruits and pastries in front of you both, prepared in advance for this afternoon specifically. Instead, he stares up at the sky in distrust. “Should be coming any minute now.”

You know what he’s implying—rain, storms, something. Your boyfriend has this nasty luck cycle that follows him around, and he’s expecting the bad side of it to show up while you’re on your picnic date. Despite both the weather reports and your reassurances, Nagito has decided that it’s only a matter of time.

“Ko. It’s sunny and clear. Even if it wasn’t, we brought umbrellas for a reason. You can relax.”

Working his lip between his teeth, he finally looks back at you, and you see more anxiety in his wide pale eyes than you’ve ever seen before. “But… if someone like me has been lucky enough to go out with someone as wonderful as you, then the consequences should be coming shortly, right? We should… We should just—”

With a roll of your eyes, you push one of the cut strawberries against his lips, effectively shutting him up. “No chance of rain. Not a cloud in sight. Hell, there’s pretty much no one around to initiate any sort of shenanigans. What does that mean? You tell me.”

Nagito ponders this for a moment, sitting there with the chilled fruit pressed against his mouth, before he hesitantly takes a bite of it. After he swallows, he relents, “Nothing’s going to go wrong, then?”

“I dunno about nothing,” you laugh. “That’s just life. But at least nothing major will happen. So you can relax, sweetheart. Just breathe, and… enjoy the view. Isn’t the lake gorgeous today?”

At the nod of your head in indication, he turns to the still water only a few meters away from you both. The sun hits it at just the right angle that it shimmers and sparkles, and the remaining water spray in the air from birds’ presences catches the light in a faint rainbow of color.

Tension seeps out of his body almost immediately, and a smile finally pulls at his lips. “It’s perfect.”

Nagito’s hand finds yours and squeezes, and you squeeze back.

Perfect.

#Follower Event :D #salem's works #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #komaeda x reader #nagito komeada x reader #danganronpa x reader #this really is p short but it's the ~vibes~ y'know #also as of this post i should mention that the 20 follower event is now kinda like. 20-40 follower event lmao #so thank you guys!! #but also sorry for spaced out replies! i blame uni :/ #next one will likely be not danganronpa actually! very excited to share this one #the prompt is A++

[giggly-toybox]

You can pick any character for this but how would they be in a relationship with Arlene

She's an OC of mine

Her parents is based off a certain character from a game I have interested in

And she's a new OC I'm working on

Dislikes

Fan service and anime

Society and men that are creepy

Likes

Sweet and sour candy

Cafes

Bunnies

Hand shops that have her favorite clothes

Mental disability

Asthma

It's not extreme she just needs an inhaler but she tends to have a hard time breathing if she doesn't use it due to an accident when she was a baby

Her date of birth is unknown due to her birth not being documented in a hospital

Personality

Kind-hearted and straightforward and kind can be sarcastic and Sassy at times when dealing with people that get on her nerves

Would actually be very healthy and considerate in a relationship

Past

She had a normal childhood but found herself in a Time Loop where every time she dies she repeats a day she eventually got out of that time Loop but it consumes her mind afraid of constantly dying and dying by many hands

She doesn't mind having a lover that is the opposite of her but honestly try her best to be considerate of their feelings and try to incorporate things that they both agree on

Her taste in clothes:

Korekiyo with an Arlene s/o

Heyo Nunez! I decided to write my first ever comfort character, Korekiyo Shinguji! Being given free range was really fun, I hope this fulfills your expectations :D

He appreciates deep and meaningful conversations, so Arlene’s straightforwardness would be refreshing to him

It would lead to a healthy and strong relationship built on trust

They like going on cafe dates :D

They try different types of drinks while talking about their interests

He appreciated her sharp wit and sassiness

He often surprises her with unique candy from his travels, which Arlenes sweet tooth appreciates

They often discuss their observations about people and society

Arlene about how much she dislikes it, Korekiyo about how much he does

They have their differences but they make it work ^^

He likes getting her bunny themed gifts knowing her fondness for the adorable creatures

From bunny plushies to chocolate bunnies

Their relationship is a blend of contrasting personalities and shared values, making it a unique and strong bond :D

#danganronpa #drv3 #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo x reader #monas magnificent mutuals #the nice nunez #it was fun writing for silly anthropologist man :D

[cornflowercanine]

had another fucking crazy day to a lesser degr33 than last time 8ut still

>slept poorly 8c high and tried to go to 8ed early (yesterday was also fun 8tw. 8c i was high let me show you the 8est post ive made while high)

>wake up to moirail saying x reread some shit i wrote (/poetry?). nice >f33l, 8ad, mentally 8ut otherwise fine >f33lings jam a8out it a little 8it, to not much success 8ecause Ptsd swag >watch like 2 hours of danganronpa with moirail. it's 833n 4 full years since we did this and i STILL get status afflictions of Desol8 every time i watch this game. how. why >watch remele namaaq's route :) get called a vriskinnie >watch kanae yukino's route, emotionally mutually crum8le into dust with xr >unrel8ed to kanae yukino, 8e emotional re: f33ling 8ad mentally earlier >THIS SNOW8ALLS WILDLY INTO US HAVING A F33LINGS JAM (/MOIRAILS) WHERE WE STR8 UP ACTUALLY FUCKING CRY FOR LIKE 2 REAL LIFE HOURS STR8 AND ARE COMPLETELY SPENT EMOTIONALLY 8Y THE END OF IT >immedi8ly after, also if you cant read mastodon posts format Just die,

>curious a8out what Mikan Tsumiki's deal is, watch a video compiling all fr33 time events with her >simultaneously live8log it (i like her 8tw i just h8 her writers), eat cocoa pe88les (that my friends were soso mean to me a8t), sexually harass Hajime Hinata, and uhhh general masto home tl craziness >get a kin divin8ion tarot reading? from my m8sprit a8t my (vriska) life. it is literally exactly what youd expect. its just vriska. zhe hysterically laughs several times during this reading which i am smitten with >all the 8esties (save for my gf) change their pfps to danganronpa chars, i change mine to toko fukawa for a second to torment my dear angel life platonic partner moirail (/2018 lore), change it seriously and then promptly realize

>8e stupidly platonically affection8 with my moirail, wish xr goodnight, now im here

#clove rambles #n_n im happy. thank god for moiralligence EVEN IF #IT DOES MAKE YOU EXPERIENCE THE FULL RANGE OF HUMAN EMOTION IN AN HOUR SOMETIMES. #idk x) after work tomorrow ill try to paint my nails. today wasnt easy 8ut it was good #im happy with how everything ended :3 this is nice #i like having partners also and i love messing with my friends i love us all 8eing together :D #i also love kinning and h8 danganronpa #MY DARLING ANGELEST MOIRAIL WONT STOP ASSIGNING ME KAEDE I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT -YELLS INTO MIC- /J #I DONT WANNA 8E 8LONDE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #personal

[giggly-squiggily]

Everything about candy hearts event makes me eat candy in excitement

May i request ler! rantaro and lee! reader with cutie as the sentence starter prompt?

also, have this for the fun of it >:D

Iconic. We love to see it kjarekarkekj And kjarkjekkrjke YES! :D This is so freaking cute! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

Cutie: "Why are you trying to hide?"

"Oh (Y/N)? Why are you trying to hide?" Rantaro called out in a singsong voice, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. You hadn’t meant to run from him when he jokingly threatened to tickle you- it was a gut reaction. Now he was hunting you down, the promise for said tickles clear as day.

You thought down the giggles as you watched his feet approach, covering your mouth with wide eyes when they seemed to pause just before you. Seconds ticked by, the tension nearly breaking your cover. Finally, he moved along.

Daring a peek, you looked out towards the direction he went, finding no one there. “Huh..I guess he left?” You thought outloud.

“Boo.” Rantaro spoke softly in your ear.

You squeaked, flailing in surprise. That however proved to be nothing compared to the noise you let out when his arms came around you, wiggling into your belly with determined fingers. “Rahhahahahhan! Ahehahahahhaa, staahahahap ihihiihihihihit!”

“Aww, is someone too ticklish for their own good? Are they?” Rantaro cooed at you, nosing the back of your neck sweetly as he danced his fingers up and down your sides. “I can understand running away now. Still, I want to hear those cute little noises you make when I tickle you here.” He pinched your ribs, making you squeal. “All those pretty squeals and laughs you let out when I walk my fingers here~” He did just that, strutting two fingers up your side to wiggle them beneath your armpit, making you giggle like a child. “I could look at your cute blushing face all day. Seeing you smile like that- it’s so very cute.”

“REhahahahhahahahanthahhahahro, plehahhahahahhahshe!” Your face felt like it was on fire, your cheeks starting to hurt from how hard you were smiling. “Stahhahahap!”

“Hehe, okay okay.” Rantaro smiled, stopping his tickling but keeping his arms around you as you sank against his chest, gasping for air. “You really are cute, you know that?”

“Suhuhuhush…ehhehheheheehe.” You groaned, swatting at him lightly and earning a warm chuckle. “Yohoohhou’re terrible! Uhuuhugh, I cahahn’t stand you!”

“Hehe, love you too.” Rantaro leaned down, kissing your brow.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k23 #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #danganronpa #rantaro amami #reader #rantaro x reader #cursed image #this was great! #both the image and the prompt! :D

[flutteringfable]

thinking about nagito again so. oc x canon thought

when his luck cycle is starting to get bad again, he gets really bad insomnia and can never get comfortable enough to sleep. however, tasu is always patient with him, and lets him shift around for however long he needs before they settle down to sleep.

#fable talks 💫 #tasu suzuki #danganronpa oc x canon #oc x canon #danganronpa oc #for anyone curious their ship name is #lucky shot #:D!!!

[ibukis-songbook]

Could you maybe possibly do a k1b0 x reader where k1b0s into bondage

Kiibo with an s/o who’s into bondage

Thank you for giving me more of an excuse to write about this boy! <3 This was quite long but I’m so happy I got the chance to write about this.

CW: GN! s/o, NSFW, BDSM/bondage talk, very kinky, robosex babey, non-despair AU, Korekiyo mention, Miu mention

.｡.:*☆♥︎♫♪—————— ↫ l l ↬ ——————♪♫♥︎☆*:.｡.

NoStraightAnswer - Red Windows

Kiibs first hears about bondage from Miu

Understandably, Miu is not the best teacher, so he doesn’t really fully get the appeal at first. What would be the point of putting yourself or your partner into constricting situations?

As the person he trusts most, he asks you for advice.

“s/o, Miu has been teaching me about sexual activities involving bondage, but I feel as though I’m not getting the full picture of the subject due to her…lack of teaching skills. Do you mind explaining it to me?”

You tell him that you’ll happily explain it to him!

You explain that the point of bondage is that it’s kind of like a trust exercise between sexual partners, and a submissive, who is usually the one bound, allows their dominant to do the decision making.

“Oh, that makes more sense than what Miu told me! I’d like to try this out with you, if you don’t mind.”

He says it kind of bluntly, but he’s blushing and shifting his eyes nervously.

He does a bunch of research before you two experiment, and tries to learn all he can about bondage, bdsm lifestyle and scenarios, and dom/sub relationships. He even takes the bdsm test!

If you’re wondering, his rope bunny and rigger scores were both pretty high, and he’s a switch!

 He gets really into leather bondage and rope bondage/shibari.

He asks you a lot of questions about what you’re specifically into, what you’re comfortable with, and your position and such.

He even goes to Korekiyo for some lessons on how to tie up others and how to self-tie

He really starts to enjoy it!

His body can mimic human feelings of arousal, so when he starts to feel all dizzy when he thinks about the two of you trying out his new skills, that’s when he knows for sure that he’s into it.

He cannot stop picturing you tied up and panting, your legs spread open helplessly and wrists bound above your head,

Or him strung up to the ceiling of your room, gagged and shaking, totally immobile and unable to escape your touch.

He’s desperate for it now, and asks you if you’d be okay to start experimenting with him.

You let him tie you up first so he can get a feel for the situation while he’s mobile and in control.

The experience of tying someone up can be very intimate, sometimes even more intimate than the sex itself, Korekiyo told him.

He gets what he means now. Watching you obediently contort your body as he wraps you up in your favorite color rope really does something to him.

He can’t help but kiss you between tying each knot, and when he gets to your back, he trails kisses and love bites down your neck and across your shoulders.

You’d never seen him so worked up before!

He starts off with a fairly complicated style, because you seem to have more experience with this than he does, and he wants to impress you with his rigging skills!

He manages to keep the both of you up all night. His stamina is usually high, due to him being inhuman, but he really was pent up.

You swear he was even louder than he normally is. He even growls at one point during the night and you get turned on instantly.

Your night was super steamy, and you and Kiibo eventually have to stop and sleep because omigod, it’s like six in the morning.

He gives you the absolute best aftercare in the world. Hot bath, food, water, cuddles, you name it.

He kisses your rope marks away, but let’s be real, he loooves seeing the marks left behind from the rope digging into your soft skin.

“So…s/o…would you mind tying me up next time?~”

TLDR: Kiibo loves bondage, I will accept no criticism on this.

#c to d #danganronpa imagines #kiibo #kiibo x reader #kiibo idabashi #kiibo smut #kiibo x reader smut #mdni

[komaedian]

i've just been introduced to the madness tables in the dungeon master's guide and oh lmao i have most of these in real life

#'effects last 1d10 x 10 hours' I WISH #100 hours is long term? get on my level #coco talks d&d #not danganronpa #(this is for a different character than my gundham one btw for anyone who reads these)