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danganimaginations · 6 years

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I love you for doing the Nelly scenario! Can you please do the same with the DR2 boys, too?

Of course, anon! I loved doing this a second time. Thank you for submitting again!

Hajime Hinata

Oh.

You loved your pig?

That’s cool.

He didn’t really understand how you could talk to Nelly, but…

It’s not the weirdest thing that’s taken place on the island.

Hinata liked helping you taking care of her, and grew almost as fond as you were with her. He didn’t show it as much though.

Nagito Komaeda

When he learned about this, he was super excited!

Was your talent something related to pigs, or was Nelly just your own symbol of hope?

No matter what you said, Nagito was intrigued.

He helped you prepare dishes, groom your pig, and made sure that nobody talked badly about either you or Nelly!

The class trial part, though, irked him a bit. It was one thing to have a pet…

…but to have a pet as a witness?

He never brought up this thought to you.

Gundam Tanaka

Gundam probably doted on Nelly more than you did.

You two were like over-protective parents for this pig.

He made sure that she never got anywhere near Hiyoko and Komaeda, and you made sure all Nelly’s food was 100% vegetarian.

To your peers it was honestly amusing. Especially how many times Hiyoko got yelled at for using Nelly to harass Mikan.

In the class trials, since you two were the main translators for when Nelly was a witness, you and Gundam got into some minor disagreements about what Nelly had said somethings.

More often than not though, what you translated was correct.

Gundam and s/o was the pure definition of power-couple.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Fuyuhiko was baffled to say the least.

He isn’t one to judge, but…

It seemed like you were borderline obsessed with Nelly.

To say he was worried about your mental stability was an understatement.

Even though he worried about you, he helped you take care of Nelly when asked.

The one thing that confused him the most was the fact she got her own stand in the trial room.

“Why does a fuckin’ pig get to testify? That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Fuyuhiko! It makes total sense!” You retaliated.

No reasons were given, and he didn’t want to start to argue against you.

So he just sat and steamed.

Kazuichi Souda

He liked Nelly, but wondered why she got a seat in the class trials.

No one can understand her but you and Tanaka?

S/o, what do you mean everybody can?

Souda’s more confused than anything, please help him.

Nekomaru Nidai

Nekomaru supported Nelly!

He taught Nelly how to perform sports and tricks. You were captivated by the new things she could do.

You taught him how to prepare vegetarian meals, and he loved cooking with you!

He never questioned why she got a seat in the class trials.

To him, it was another fact of life.

Byakyua Twogami

He was cool with the fact you had a pig, and helped you make outfits and such for her!

But you two always disputed over food. He loved various meats from pigs, but you didn’t.

Eventually you came up with a compromise. Steak salad.

It sounded disgusting, but after Twogami and you figured out the correct way to make it, it was dinner every night.

He no longer questioned anything that you did and vicea versa.

Teruteru Hanumura

Teruteru got an excuse to make vegetarian dishes for a change.

He loved collaborating with you to make dinners.

However it was odd that Nelly got a seat in the class trials...

When he asked you, you gave him the vaguest answer known to mankind:

“Because she can.”

S/o, what.

#sdr2 imagines #dr2 imagines #danganronpa imagines #sdr2 boys #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #gundam tanaka #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda #nekomaru nidai #byakuya twogami #ultimate imposter #teruteru hanumura #mod kiibo

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little-black-cube · 7 years

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The Warmth

Pairing: Wander / Hater

Rating: G

Word Count: 2332 (Read on AO3 here)

Lord Hater is simply a skeleton.

Sure, he could shoot lightning from his hands and produce green magic with his anger alone.

He could also eat, drink, and -- though he claims he doesn't due to being the evilest and most fearful villain in the galaxy-- cry, but other than that, he's completely and most definitely a skeleton.

Temperature doesn't affect him unless it's internal. Harsh winters and the unrelenting heat of a summer’s day weren’t enough to phase him. It’s funny to him, because the watchdogs react to it almost dramatically, so he’d always leave the heat all the way up or the make it below freezing level just to bother them. None of them dared to complain, not even Peepers, who had done presentations with his body protruding sweat as if it were a waterfall. But besides that, he doesn’t really pay attention to it much.

That was, until, Wander got him trapped within his own portal, the Pit of Perpetual Pain. What made it worse was the fact that previous villains that Hater had stuck down there had been in cahoots with the nomad prior to their exile. They had a thirst for Hater’s nonexistent blood, extremely fuming that the arrogant skeleton had banished them to a wasteland. If it hadn’t been for the fluffy little freak, Hater was sure his head would’ve been on a stick while the remainder of his bones were being carved into weapons to use against him. Not that he’d ever admit it, but Wander’s presence was useful for once.

They had been surviving under a poorly constructed house made of three, limp sticks. Wander didn’t have a hard time finding food that he enjoyed, seeing as the pit is pretty much just open land just filled with possible vegetarian dishes to make. But the skeleton had -very loudly- expressed his hatred for anything that wasn’t meat or fat fulfilling. He liked the sugary, fried, and borderline diabetic things he would snack on.

It’s unfortunate that his pit was supposed to replicate a living hell, which for him, was a place with no junk food.

The weather had been unpredictable. Some days had temperatures ranging from below freezing to boiling hot in between minutes, and other days, it’d stay on one extreme for a full 24 hours. Today had been one of those days.

Hater hadn’t noticed, but Wander sure did. Snow had been piling around them for hours, the white sheet of snow quickly becoming a full king sized bed spread. Hater sat with his arms crossed, dying of boredom and frustration. He hated the snow. It made his bones wet and his limbs harder to bend due to how stiff they’d get. He wasn’t upset by the cold, though, because he couldn’t feel that.

The nomad was laying awfully close to him, his much smaller body racking with shivers as he tried to sleep. That’s what also sucked about this planet, the day to night ratio was almost nonexistent. It seemed to change in between seconds, the sun glowing for a good twenty minutes before giving the moon its time to shine. More often than not had the moon remained in the sky for a full day.

As the alien slept, his snores became obnoxious to listen to. The small “me me me” leaving his lips were also accompanied by the chatter of his teeth. Hater knew the nomad was freezing, seeing as the thin material of the green hat was the only barrier Wander had from the cold. He could've just ignored it and let the little twerp freeze to death, but then he considered the consequence. Every one of Wander’s companions would kill him without a second thought if they knew Hater could've kept him warm.

The skeleton sighed, sitting up and facing the sleeping furball. Wander’s hat was moving frantically, and Hater saw its owner's face scrunched up in discomfort. The sight didn't fill him with any satisfaction, the villain realized.

Well, it was obviously because he wasn't the one making him react like that, duh.

He shakily stood up, the winds too harsh for him to keep his balance. There had to be a better shelter somewhere, because their stick fort was as inefficient as it looked. He squinted his eyes, as if it would help him see better, tapping his foot in anticipation. Grop darn it!

Why did he have to make this pit so treacherous as to not even have a cave or something?

Before he could realize how dumb of a question it was, Hater spotted just that. A large hill laid in the distance, and with enough observation, he could see a small crate on the top of it, representing a tunnel of some sort. Hater wore a smug expression, celebrating just how clever he was... to absolutely nobody at all. The ruler grabbed the sleeping alien by his seam of his hat, holding the thinner part over his shoulder so that it represented some sort of sack. The nomad didn't stir at all, his snores only getting softer while the chatter still carried its intensity.

“At least he isn't talking,” Hater muttered to himself, readjusting the space traveler slightly before setting off.

The blizzard hadn't lightened up at all, the snow falling fast enough to recover the skeleton’s footprints the second he left them. Wander’s teeth continued to click rapidly, and his body shook so hard it made a humming noise. The walk was difficult and extremely long. Hater had no problem holding the nomad, the creature being unreasonably light in his grip, but each step the skeleton made became deeper and deeper, the piles of snow practically trapping his legs.

Eventually, they made it to the bottom of the rock-like hill, the skeleton exhausted from walking. He tilted his skull back to get a better view on just how far the cave was, just before checking to see if there was any other route to get there.

Oh, this is just too flarping fantastic, he thought sarcastically when he saw there was no where else to go but up.

He set the sleeping alien down, keeping his eye on the crevice in the hill. If he weren't so exhausted, he'd use his powers to lift them both out, but it was just his luck that the walk had been so tiring. Hater knew he was going to have to use both hands to climb anyways, and there was nothing he had to carry the nomad with him. They had no other area to camp out at this point, and the ruler grew frustrated with the fact that he had basically wasted his time coming over here.

“Grop!” He yelled, picking up the sleeping nomad by his back fur, leaving the hat on the ground, “Why couldn't you have come with a rope or something?!”

It was then that he noticed that Wander was no longer quivering. His lips were curled upwards and he let out a contented sigh before absentmindedly wrapping his arms around the skeleton, his eyes still shut in slumber. Hater furrowed his brow in frustration, pushing at the little body with triumph, but to no avail. Wander’s arms were literally tied around him, the noodle limbs hooked around the skeleton’s neck. He hung loosely around the front of Hater’s chest, almost like a long necklace, his legs dangling like a ragdoll.

Hater groaned, debating pulling him off and throwing him as hard as he could to the crevice of the hill, but he knew it wouldn't work. Then he contemplated waking him up before realizing the very talkative consequence he would have to face, This was getting ridiculous! His rivals would laugh at him if they saw him now, a nomad scarf around his neck in the cold, wet snow, trapped in his own portal.

He grasped Wander’s frame in one hand, tempting to squeeze it and just wait for it to pop. The alien was so small and fragile compared to him. If he just had a small carrier that could hold him in, then Hater could just climb this stupid hill and finally go to sleep. He had no pockets to put Wander in, and he knew the hat was no longer an option.

Then Hater realized.

His hood.

Relief hit him for two seconds before he recognized the repercussions of his idea. Wander would be right next to his skull, snoring obnoxiously close to his nonexistent ear. He'd have to feel Wander’s breath dance around the back of his neck, his fur against the bone of his occipital bone.

It didn't matter once they got to the top of the hill, though. With a grunt, Hater moved the nomad to his hood, stuffing the nomad inside.

The touch felt...weird.

It wasn't bad, per se, it just released a sensation that the skeleton hasn't felt before. It sent tingles down his vertebrae and through his chest where his small heart lay. He felt his heartbeat start to increase with each breath Wander made. The skeleton slowly felt his eyes slipping closed, having never felt this sensation before. It wasn't began to lose his balance until he realized what was happening, that Wander had an effect on him.

The skeleton immediately shook his head, fighting to stay awake.

Climb the hill and go to sleep, he reminded himself.

He picked up Wander’s hat, placing it on his head before starting up the steep slope.

The further they went up, the harsher the winds blew. Thick white snow fell quickly, making it harder for the skeleton to see what was around him. Every now and then, he checked his hood to make sure that the nomad hadn't fallen out, or grab to the top of his head to see if the hat was still there. He'd almost slipped twice, one due to poor footing and the other when the nomad made a soft noise in his ear, startling him. But eventually, they made it, Hater flopping on the ground immediately after getting on the flat surface. Grop he was so tired.

He knew he had to move, but he felt too comfortable. The ruler was almost asleep until he heard the nomad make a small noise, the small body vibrating against his neck in sync with the sound.

Right, he wasn't alone.

And of grop, was he purring?

Hater stood up, groaned, and walked further into the cave. It was dark and could've possibly been filled with horrendous monsters that Hater filled with pit with, but at this point he didn't care. Luckily, they weren't accompanied by any dangerous creature except for a few bats here and there.

The cave had a small log in it, probably left from one of the villains camping out here before. With a small amount of effort, Hater struck it with his lightning and the wood began to spread light through the cave. With much effort, Hater finally got the nomad off of him and placed him next to the fire, throwing his hat next to him.

He lazily went to the other side of the fire, finding a small stone he could place his head on. He lied faced away from the alien, not even wanting to think about the furball after all this trouble he put him through. His eyes started to close gently, and he let out a relieved sigh.

Finally, he thought. He could get some sleep.

…

...

Then the chattering started.

The yell that echoed from the cave was enough to shake the ground, the skeleton fuming with green electricity surrounding his form. He grabbed the alien and began shaking him furiously.

“Are you flarping serious?” He screamed at the still sleeping nomad, “I come all this way through a blizzard, climb a steep flarping hill, and start a fire and you're still cold?”

He thought of electrocuting the traveler, because that'll solve both his frustration (by frying his insides) and make Wander warm (by -again- frying his insides), but the nomad acted as he did earlier. He wrapped his arms around Hater and the chattering stopped abruptly. It was as if the villains anger short circuited, and curiosity sparked as he held Wander away from him. The clicking of teeth started again but slowly died off when the skeleton brought Wander towards him. He repeated his a few more times before catching on.

Hater made Wander feel warm.

Oh, gross.

But how? Hater didn't have any heat, he didn't even know what warm felt like. He knew the effects of it, knows that it's painful and efficient for destroying his enemies. But other than that, he didn't know. Unless...

Hater sighed and let the nomad hug him again. Wander placed his head in the crook of Hater’s neck, softly breathing upon it. A shock of some sort went through Hater’s body in a way where he knew it wasn't his electricity. The feeling only grew more intense as the nomad began to purr, snuggling up against the ruler.

What was weird was that Hater didn't hate the feeling. Sure, he was disgusted by it, any display of affection made him sick to his stomach, but the feeling was somewhat pleasant. He felt himself grow more comfortable in the alien's arms, and almost like magic, he slid onto the floor with no thought at all.

The skeleton knew that Peepers would die at the sight, but Hater was too tired to care. It's not like anyone would see them holding each other like this, and if they did, Hater wouldn't hesitate to obliterate them. The tingly sensation had officially taken over his whole body, and Hater realized that he and Wander were breathing in sync. He was never going to hear the end of it when he woke up, knowing the traveler would be ecstatic to know that he and Hater had cuddled. Hater didn't move though, he couldn't.

It wasn't his fault that his enemy felt so warm.

#skeleton dance #the warmth #wander over yonder #woy #save woy

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yesterdays-furnace · 3 years

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just a rant cuz i dont know how else to let these feelings out rn without being self-destructive

okay, so ive been vegetarian for almost 8 months, and my brothers are huge bitches about it, its so fucking hard sometimes. im ten days into full in ed recovery rn, and it hasnt been easy (tho i am glad i chose to :])

tonight i was already having guilt about 'how much' i was getting on my plate, and i can ussually ignore it for the most part, but then my brother fucking put shrimp and shrimp juice (ew xd) on my salad (on purpose cuz he knows it hurts me, and idk if he rly tries to hurt me, but it literally just.. i cannot take him), and it wasnt even that much, i was able to pick out the stuff with it on it, but it triggered me so much, possibly partly to do with the fucking memories that go thru my head of all the little things hes done and stuff, and it gets so hard to deal with, and just before dinner he kept talking all about how he hadnt eaten all day and thats one of my worst triggers. then during, he kept picking on me about stupid things and i couldn't take it, and im just so fucking sick and tired of this. im so sick of trying to recover and then getting too triggered and ruining it, and i know 'its not linear' but rn i just dont know how to keep going. my first thot is always to restrict, and i had such a hard day at someones house the other day, i wasnt able to eat cuz this dude, my friends dad, he's so fucking homophobic and transphobic and just... when i look at peeps like that, basically everyone in my real life, sometimes all i can see is that, and all the harm theyve caused, all the fucking pain, and i know nobodys perfect and theyre just ... doing what they believe in, but i literally want nothing to do with them, but i still care about some of them, and its confusing and hard and fucked up.

i hate the anger. it makes me want to do violent things, mostly to myself, and i hate not knowing what the fuck is wrong with me. im 99% sure i have borderline personality disorder, ive done so much research, but the community keeps saying over and over again its not one of the ones you can self diagnose, and so im not gonna say i have bpd, i just honestly want to fucking escape my head, these thots, the voices, the pain, the anger. sometimes im better than okay, sometimes i think im even happy, and those are the tiems im so glad i havnt killed myself, but it doesnt rly make it any easier in these times.

and i miss my best friend so much, i havnt been able to talk to them in ten days, and wont until their fucking clinic decides they can open up communication to the outside world, and i know theyre probs having such a hard time, and i wish i could just ... just skip two years so we can finally move in together and i can get out of this fucking house.

i think im done ranting

#rant #fuck my family #fuck my stupid town #fuck my church #tw #tw ed #tw food #tw sh #?#tw suicide mention

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