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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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EVERYONE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS IT’S THE COOLEST THING EVER ;O;
CHAE YOU CRAZY MOTHER FUCKER I LOVE YOU /pos
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hai I drew myself as a poison type gym leader for my birthday. (It’s not my birthday yet.) I also drew my team. I took some of my babies that I’m violently attached to and altered their typing and designs so they’d fit on my team. I was originally only going to have 2 altered pokémon but then I made several impulse desicions. I promise I like the already poison type pokémon guys. I don’t know what happened.
my team, in order from left-right/top-down are:
Alexandre the Inteleon, who is poison/water type.
Chae the Snorlax, who is dark/poison type.
MERCURY THE TOXICROAK!!!! she is a posion/fighting.
Fiona the Delphox, who is…. a psychic/poison type????
and finally… MICHEALL THE MOTHERFUCKING SIMIPOUR!!! He is a ghost/poison type. :]
I have 3 master balls because it’s funny (I know a guy) and the fucked up great ball I’m holding is mercury’s ball. She was my starter pokémon. I drew on her ball and put stickers on it when I was 10. The same kinda happened with micheall’s ball (the fucked up normal pokéball) because he was my second. Lets go micheall.
I also have all of my other babies that didn’t make the team at home. Rest assured that Demise (the Chandelure) is in my house. There’s also a Sneasler. Her name is Ingo. You might be wondering why I have a Sneasler. (I know a guy.)
Mercury looks like she’s flipping you off in the art I drew of her and I think that’s very funny.
Also for clarification, the image at the bottom is just some extra like notes I guess.
Anyways. I think this is all. Have a wonderful day. :]
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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Hello I’m back with this funky little trio! 💙💚💜 I’ve been busy and sick recently, but I missed posting , and hope everyone is doing well!! Take care!
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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Xenogender kids are the gift that keep on giving
Look at this. Anti-trans bills popping up everywhere, plenty of them being passed and written into law. One state (Arkansas) literally cites a cat xenogender as the reason for their anti-trans law.
And you mogai-using narcissists still can't pull the freaking redwood tree out of your eye and you continue to call transmedicalists "bullies".
Look at what the hell you've just done. We have regressed back years and years because of you. We were so close to a widespread acceptance of transgender people in America, non-binary not even that close behind. And now, only six years later…people are grouping transgender people with "transspecies" lunatics.
I know you'll pull the excuse of "but they were transphobic to begin with!!!!!!1!!1!!!!". My dad was accepting of transgender people, genuinely curious about the topic, and then became horrified when his friend's daughter came out as a non-binary void. You can say it all you want, but gender is not a social construct. And this is not going to last forever.
Looking at the bills and how so many adults are starting an uproar against transgender people, I can guarantee that you mogai people are going to face laws in the way of making people accept your insane identities. You should be ashamed of yourselves for speaking over actual, real, dysphoric transgender people. Especially dysphoric teenagers, the ones you claim to be helping.
Of course, the amount of detransitioners and anti-trans bills will be incredibly high, so dysphoric transgender people will, of course, have to work around that and try once again to make themselves seem normal in society.
Xenogender kids. You are making things worse.
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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GUYS GUESS WHAT I DID :DDDDDD
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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Does anyone know if Tonaegiri week is happening this year?
Asking for a friend 👉👈
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last year i drew this in like a nonstop 11 hour session or something for byakuya’s bday and while i don’t know if i like it as much as i could NOW it still isn’t bad
features thh byakuya, udg byakuya, bad end byakuya (with kids), byakuya twogami, execution byakuya, toko’s fantasy byakuya, polaris p. polanski, and my very precious despair byakuya
would do something like this again if i get the chance but we’ll see, still proud of the effort that was put in even if it’s a little wonky
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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Thinking about making a side blog for saucier writing, but I also know realistically that I’m waaay too anxious to post anything of that nature online. But every time I work on a horny piece there’s just a little note of sadness that I won’t be able to post it :’D. I could post on my main, of course, but I know there’s a lot of people who don’t want to engage with blogs with that content. Also, my minors can interact with individual posts but not follow rule would pretty immediately jump to a don’t interact at all. On the other hand, I don’t think I make nearly enough content to populate two blogs :’D.
This is all just me musing at this point, of course. Just taking some time to write and I’m a lil sad because it’ll never see the light of day :’D. I’ll keep thinking over my options, and I’ll let y’all know if that blog ever comes into existence in case you’re interested in that sort of content. For now, toodles! Have a great weekend, and happy Valentine’s Day for those who celebrate!! ❤️ It’s a great day to take time aside to do something special with those you love, including yourself!
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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DR3 Despair spoilers
It’s just been brought to my recollection that the Ultimate Imposter was not, in fact, Byakuyaing during their first year at HP and was instead Ryotaing and I am devastated. The funny has perished (but it can live on as an AU in my head-)
@kajinazekiskuae ♡
Implied spoilers for SDR2 I suppose XD
Crying over the idea of Byakuya going into their first year at Hope's Peak and everyone asking how they got held back, and they can't even begin to comprehend why it keeps happening, but this is the third person now who for some reason is acting like they know them, and they're slowly losing their shit because them?? Held back?? They literally would never why would you even insinuate that- Also they know literally none of these people but they keep acting like they have history and???
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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Implied spoilers for SDR2 I suppose XD
Crying over the idea of Byakuya going into their first year at Hope's Peak and everyone asking how they got held back, and they can't even begin to comprehend why it keeps happening, but this is the third person now who for some reason is acting like they know them, and they're slowly losing their shit because them?? Held back?? They literally would never why would you even insinuate that- Also they know literally none of these people but they keep acting like they have history and???
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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AHHH NO 00:00 MY BUTT IT WAS 23:59 DANG IT DDD’X
UMMMM HI I’M HORRIBLE AT MAKING THINGS ON TIME FOR CHARACTERS’ BIRTHDAYS BUT UHHHHHHH-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAKOTO!!! AHHH-
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UMMMM HI I’M HORRIBLE AT MAKING THINGS ON TIME FOR CHARACTERS’ BIRTHDAYS BUT UHHHHHHH-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAKOTO!!! AHHH-
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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Just a Little Lonely
Hey guys!! Guess who's coming off his accidental hiatus with another fic?
I'm- so sorry about that by the way? :'D Life things got pretty meh for a while there, and I'm still getting through some of it, so I appreciate your patience as I try to work things out. I'm not dead I swear XD.
All that being said, I hope you enjoy!
Trigger warning on this one for a graphic description of death. It's not an event within the fic itself, but rather a recollection of an earlier event. The passage will be marked out in the fic and is skippable. Stay safe y'all!
Spoiler warning for Chapter 1 of DR1 Trigger Happy Havoc and DR3 Hope Arc!
With their schedules finally just a little aligned, Makoto and Kyoko take some time to relax together.
[Pure Naegiri fluff <3]
he/they pronouns for Makoto and they/she pronouns for Kyoko
They’re pretty composed for someone with their upbringing. Somehow, that mix of intellect, dedication, and apathy did produce a whole functioning adult; they’re just fine on the surface, even if their foundation is a bit unusual. It’s all coupled with an acute and analytical sense of self-awareness and an insatiable urge to learn, too. Any shortcomings she possesses, she notes with almost professional precision, taking great care to develop herself in methodical steps.
Despite all their pain, they know how to proceed. Makoto’s influence certainly didn’t hurt, either. His compassion served to help soften their rough edges just enough for them to find a place for their feelings. Of course, it was still their work at the end of the day.
Frankly, Kyoko never thought they’d find themself this open with anyone other than themself. Yet here they are, one arm tucked under the crook of his neck, the other resting a bare hand on the small of his back, wrapping him into a loose embrace. Every point of contact feels warm and strangely comforting (even if her heart still flutters when they first settle down). He’s the one securely nuzzled up in their arms, yet the whole affair makes them feel fragile nonetheless.
For all their vulnerability, it really doesn’t make sense to feel this safe.
“I love you, sweetheart.” Makoto’s voice is feeble, trembling with the beginnings of sleep. “Thank you for making time for this.”
The utterance breaks her train of self-reflection with a gentle pause, and she can’t help but smile. He’s precious. “Of course.”
Though, ‘making time’ is sort of a sad way to put it. They can’t exactly argue it, but all they did was come home early enough to get to bed before he fell asleep. Hypothetically, that shouldn’t need to be specifically arranged.
“Now I just gotta get Pola to come home sooner, too,” he muses, rolling onto his stomach. His voice is muffled by the mattress, but he doesn’t seem intent on moving.
“You need to give her those puppy eyes of yours; they work every time.”
“I did, Kiri; all I got was a maybe!”
Kyoko can’t help but chuckle; he’s awfully energetic for someone who’s been up since four in the morning. “I see. So she’s learning resistance. That’s impressive.”
Makoto huffs. “You guys work too much.”
“Oh really? Talk about the pot calling the kettle, headmaster. You could stand to take a few more breaks, too.” One day, Kyoko will stop teasing him. But for that to happen, he needs to stop reacting the way he does; it’s too tempting, even for them.
“Hey, no, that’s totally different. At least I know when to call it quits; I have some kind of work-life balance, even if it’s not perfect. You guys don’t have one at all!”
Kyoko doesn’t miss the note of genuine concern welling up in his voice. Even if it’s been years now, he’s still the same: an open book. And, well, they find it just as refreshing, if not concerning, as they did back then. But this isn’t a killing game. This is their bedroom, in their home, with no one but the two of them (at least, until Polaris gets home, too). This is their haven, and it’s safe for him and all of his emotions to come out with perfect honesty. She welcomes it; she’s just relieved to see they still have them at this point.
“My work is a big part of my life, bunny. Polaris is the same way.” They reach to pet the back of his head- slow, repetitive strokes meant to soothe. “It’s what gives me fulfillment. It’s who I am.” Well, who they were raised to be, but at this point, they feel as though those concepts are inseparable. They were raised to find satisfaction in their detective work, and they can hardly consider that a bad thing if it’s providing them solace now. Going back to her roots and reestablishing her ‘normal’ has been one of the most healing things she’s done.
“Well, I get fulfillment from my job, too, but I also need a life outside of it. If all I did was work, I’d go crazy.” He shifts a little, nestling down into the blankets.
Good. The plan is working. “That’s because your job is only five percent interacting with students and ninety-five percent filling out paperwork and fighting with adults who insist on undermining your authority whenever possible.”
“You can’t tell me you like all of your job,” Makoto insists. The sleep continues to creep into their voice, and their protests are beginning to feel a lot less like genuine arguments and more like childish whining.
“No, but I like a lot more than five percent. Honestly, if it were solely up to me, I’d likely be working a lot more.”
Kyoko swears they hear him whimper. “...But then you’d never see me.”
“Then maybe I’ll just have to steal you away with me.” They’re not even sure what they’re saying at this point. Obviously, that’s impractical. It’s a distraction if nothing else. However… they made a good pair in the past. This is an opportunity for them to partner together under much less traumatic circumstances.
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But then, they consider it for a bit. Makoto by her side, working tirelessly to account for the hundreds of bodies discovered since they started counting again. ‘Post-Tragedy’ is a disgracefully misleading name. Establishing control is one thing; eradicating her seeds of influence entirely is another. Violent crimes are far from dwindling. Many were encouraged by their narrow escape from the first killing game, yes, but some were emboldened; some killers have traded careless, violent slaughter for elaborate plans or outright crude imitations.
Kyoko recalls the scene of a crime they visited just earlier today: a 23-year-old woman found dead in her shower with a single knife protruding from her abdomen, a broken wrist, and the numbers 11037 written in her own blood behind her. Except the knife didn’t kill her; blunt force trauma to the head did, and evidence suggests that she died in the living room, not the shower. It was a staged imitation created by manipulating the body.
Her imagination wanders further, imagining what it would have been like if Makoto was, in fact, working with them again. The terror paralyzing him, eyes stuck wide and watering as he just barely processes the scene, the trauma hitting him in waves and threatening to drown him all over again. All because some coward thought to perform some ritualistic tribute.
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…Makoto has seen enough death, they think. Let him step away before it numbs him completely. His sort of empathy is rare nowadays; too many people have had to disengage completely just to survive.
“Kiri?”
They snap to look at him, refocusing on the scene before them. His eyebrows are knit together with concern- his head cocked to the side as he sits up on his elbows.
“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. You’re absolutely right; I do need to keep time to see you.” They press a gentle kiss against his forehead, then start to comb through his hair once again. Here they were trying to coax them to sleep, and all they did was worry them all over again. He’s too sweet; he’ll stay up all night if he can just for the chance to keep talking, regardless of any early morning obligations. She can’t exactly blame him; their schedules have been so misaligned lately that they’ve hardly had the chance to just say hello.
“That’s what I thought. You can’t just leave me all the time…” Much to Kyoko’s gratitude, he does lower himself back into the mattress. “I’d get lonely.”
They hesitate for a second, tripped up in their response. They’ve always been fairly independent; feeling so lonely due to just one person’s absence would have just sounded dramatic in the past. Something she’d only expect out of people like Makoto. Sensitive people, for better or for worse.
Yet, when they stop to formulate any other answer, everything else seems to fall short of their sentiment.
“Me too.”
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Byakuya slowly thawing and becoming soft for Makoto is one of my favorite things no matter what setting cuz like- Him realizing in a moment of silence that he found someone that doesn't want to take advantage of him or his money, he found someone who would truly love him despite his flaws and rocky edges and won't flake away. He broke his armor and when present with his heart Makoto didn't crush it or break it like he thought he would. Makoto like actually loves and cares him like woah??? sorry for the paragraph but they are just sooo 🥰🥰
They are, please it's very okay I love paragraphs. I read this like 3 times because oh my lord I love them.
I love this because Byakuya's whole life has revolved around being great. That he needs to be the best, that others are below him. That there's no need for him to form attachments because they will use him, it's how he got his ultimate title by defeating his half siblings.
And so he keeps that facade up when he attends Hope's Peak, literally just "I'm not here to make friends" thing.
Byakuya has never met someone like Makoto, never met someone who's so earnest and genuine, wears his heart on his sleeve and is just kind. And when he first meets him he dismisses Makoto.
Thinks of him as Makoto is nothing but a naive little lamb about to be slaughtered.
But Byakuya quickly realises that he is wrong, that Makoto is smarter than he seems, that he's very perceptive and helps others without some ulterior motive.
And he wants to know why but to do so he allows himself to get closer to him. And Makoto breaks every wall he's every put, and Byakuya finds himself terrified because he realises he trusts Makoto. Trusts him with his life, that Makoto Naegi is his safe place.
That with him he doesn't have the same pressures as he would usually, he's able to just breathe.
Byakuya seeing the parts of Makoto that he should find annoying or childish because that's what he was raised to see and instead finds them endearing and sweet.
He likes those parts of Makoto, his sheepish smile, the way his eyes light up and when he puts his foot down and makes a stand Byakuya can't take his eyes off him.
He's terrified because he's let Makoto take his heart, and to his utter surprise Makoto holds his heart with the most delicate of hands.
Makoto can read him like a book and he doesn't turn away, he doesn't hate him. He can tell Byakuya is trying to be better which makes Byakuya want to be better. He's utterly smitten and he would fight for Makoto if need be.
Byakuya who iniates hugs, let's himself slowly be vulnerable and Makoto never laughs nor teases him. He's encouraging and kind and he thaws Byakuya's ice cold heart with his warm touch.
In the games this man went against the whole Future Foundation because he trusted Makoto's judgement. (Honestly the relief this man must've had when not only was Makoto alive but innocent, and knowing he shouldn't have doubted him ever... the guilt and just vowing to make it up to him)
In any setting, Byakuya will always end up having his heart thawed by Makoto who holds it like its something to treasure. Byakuya he holds Makoto in such a high regard and he can't deny it. Not that he ever would or could.
Just ahhh them 🥰🥰
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Omg I love them so much X’DD the dynamic is beautiful. I’ve seen this before, but I’m so glad I was reminded of it’s existence, thank you so much for tagging me ;3;
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you know what, Mr Naegi? maybe i’ll just reschedule our meeting to, uh…never. yeah. i’ll see myself out. bye!
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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he he hehe hee he funny frog app
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cornerofcaelest · 2 years
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byakuya doesn’t wait
merry (late) christmas y’all! i prepared some naegami smooching as a delayed gift for y’all. i tried making it a lil paint like but i can not render for the life of me but i do hope it turned out ok. anyways ya!! happy holidays/merry christmas :)
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they're cozy :)
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