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Today (April 22) is Andi's birthday! Coincidentally, @sw1tchplate just sent me the finished version of this really cool drawing of her I commissioned from him o(〃＾▽＾〃)o His artstyle lends itself perfectly to her energetic attitude!
#''or is it?''#murder fabrication#danganronpa oc#andi#andi evan#ultimate guitarist#commission#art by sw1tchplate
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Murder Fabrication has been updated!
In this new part of Chapter 4-2, Neo is in a judgemental mood.
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She wakes up and can immediately tell something is wrong.
She wakes up underwater, unable to open her eyes, unable to reach for anything she can touch. It seems she gained consciousness just in time to decide to hold her breath. The pressure is too much… An awful metaphor.
Confusion couldn’t even begin to describe what she feels. She’s drowning. She’s about to die underwater with no idea how she got here.
She tries to move her arms and legs in every direction.
(Please don’t kill me.)
(How can I escape this?)
(It’s too early.)
(It’s too late.)
When she feels the embrace of death…
She takes a deep breath…
Because someone has fished her out of the water and saved her life.
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She disconnected from reality for a few minutes, though she doesn’t remember making the choice to. Her face is in the shade, but the majority of her body is lying in the sun, the dryness of her clothes compared to her hair proof of its brutality.
“- You’re dripping water all over her!”
Emily Drake, Ultimate Fashionista. She was the first victim of the killing game.
“- Get your fucking priorities in order…”
Benjamin Pan, Ultimate Fortune Teller. On a technicality, they were deemed the second victim.
Evidence has it that Mina shouldn’t be hearing their voices, and that the long wet hair hanging against her shoulder shouldn’t belong to one of them. Ever the curious girl, the Ultimate Detective opens her eyes, and it’s as she thought; looking over her with worried faces are Emily and Benjamin… although there is one more person – being her friend Ciel.
She frowns.
“- Why?”
For being so wet all over, her throat feels awfully dry.
“- Mina! Mina’s awake!”
If the fashionista gasps excitedly, Ciel remains silent, save for the loud swallowing of his own spit. For some reason, she chuckles.
“- Waking up next to Emily and Ben… I get the leitmotif… But what are you doing here?”
Oscar chased her and killed her. It was terrifying and violent… but at least it’s over… and it was her own fault. She wasn’t careful. Her intellect didn’t live up to its reputation. Although it’s commonplace for Ultimates to be replaced following their death regardless, the act itself of her being killed must have meant she was fired on the spot.
For now, still, let’s say the “Ultimate Detective” watches her friend’s face be deformed with a pained grimace and his eyes well up with tears.
“- Mina… I’m so sorry…”
Maybe this is some sort of hallucination. Though she likes the grandiose of it, she doesn’t believe in a concept like “Hell”, “life after death”. She’s never heard of anything like it, but maybe the answer is that she’s hallucinating whatever her brain can come up in its last moments.
Emily and Benjamin are people she knows to have died victims, just like her, and now her brain imagines painful goodbyes to the one person to have truly been her friend.
He sniffles. He gets closer to her – the fortune teller helps by moving out of his way.
“- Mina, I was… too… I was too late…”
Should she play along…? This is a hallucination, right? Were Ciel to have been the first to find her body, or some such story, she wouldn’t be able to gain that knowledge after death.
Right now, though, she still feels like herself, and nothing will ever stop Mina Keys from investigating.
“- What… Like… You’re the one who found my body or something?”
She tries to sit up but she fails. She feels light headed and her voice is hoarse. It makes sense that her body would feel so strained – she was strangled, after all.
Ciel lets out a choked-up sounding gulp. Looking at him from the ground – actually, the sand – her keen eye notices large white marks surrounding his neck.
“- Why…?”
The question escapes her before she can think about it. She finds her hand reaching up for him.
(Why?)
Is this rather a nightmare? Traumatised by what happened to her, she projects it onto someone she wouldn’t want to see being hurt.
“- Mina… When I saw Oscar carry you…
- Oscar?!”
The Ultimate Fashionista (though she’ll likely be replaced soon herself) can’t help but intervene, and if Mina takes note of it – as she takes note of everything – her wide eyes can’t stare away from the youthful face above her.
“- …I tried to chase him… Well, right then, I didn’t know for sure that he was carrying you…
- You fool…!”
She finds herself having darted upright, grabbing at his t-shirt.
Even sitting, even with someone her age, she feels so stupidly small, as always.
“- Chasing after Oscar? Did you have a death wish?”
Tears escape from his eyes, and for some reason, Mina’s cheeks are wet.
“- I couldn’t abandon you…”
She lets out a gross sniffle.
This isn’t a hallucination… neither a nightmare… This is actually Hell.
“- What’s it worth now…?”
Her voice is shaky. She understands exactly what happened… she doesn’t need to know more.
Same guy, same modus operandi. Ciel was a witness, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. When Oscar Belmonte perpetrated his premeditated crime against the Ultimate Detective, an innocent bystander got caught in the crossfire…
…No, that’s not exactly right. She knows the truth… That her shifty attitude led her only real ally to put himself in harm’s way. Now look at the both of them.
Though she continues to sniffle loudly, her understanding of the situation allows her to become less tense. She lets go of the fabric she was holding and looks around her.
On her right, the Ultimate Fashionista bites her nails. Is this massacre going to continue? Without the Ultimate Detective to solve the case, is everyone else but the “bodyguard” going to join them here? On her left, the Ultimate Fortune-Teller stares at the sea, holding their knees against their torso.
Ciel won’t stop crying. He didn’t want to die. Everything she did, she did it for people like him, who can’t defend themselves. For people who are small, caught up in something bigger than them.
Her fringe has long dried but her braids still feel damp. She reaches for her ties and undoes them.
“- Anything you tell me to do, I’ll do.
- Hm?”
Benjamin answered her question before she could ask it. It shouldn’t have caught her off-guard like it did – she needs to get her shit in order. She knows the extent of his talent.
“- I won’t believe in it, but if I can make it up to you by doing anything that’ll put your mind at ease, I will.
- What are you talking about?”
Emily again. Ciel tries to cover his own sobs.
“- I need a new guard dog, and Benjamin owes me one, is what it’s about.”
By using their powerful talents, they’ll try everything to understand this place and get Ciel and Emily out of it.
“- So?” Mina gets to ask.
He looks at the detective, then the “clown”, then the fashionista. He stays silent for abnormally long.
(He seems depressed.)
“- That’s all… I guess Oscar gets caught.”
Benjamin’s attitude told her so. They weren’t expecting anyone else to land here…
She chuckles sadly. If the others survived Oscar, then they all outsmarted her, and what used to be her talent has become nothing more than a strange hobby.
#murder fabrication#bonus#bonus content#unknown canonicity#mina#mina keys#ciel#ciel stanley#emily#emily drake#benjamin#benjamin pan#ultimate detective#ultimate clown#ultimate fashionista#ultimate fortune teller
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Circus music plays in his head non-stop; that’s the kind of person he is. It always gives an edge to whatever situation he’s in.
Right now, there are only two things he knows for sure:
1. Everything burns.
2. Circus music is playing.
He’s not a religious fellow, but he thinks that surely, this must be Hell.
Whatever is the rough texture underneath him, its tiny pieces each eat at his skin. He’s being cooked from above and steamed inside his clothes. It hurts and it’s not even funny.
Now he hears a crunching sound somewhere near him – most likely the crackling of flames making their way to him. Shouldn’t he be dead already?
No, never mind. He remembers the “Hell” shtick. This might go on a while.
“- Ciel.”
Lucifer has the strained voice of a familiar young woman.
“- Ciel, open your eyes.
- Hmrghmpf…”
Oh, the horror. Whatever noise escaped his throat launches him into a painful coughing fit.
Ack! Euargh! Rah!!!
“- Are you okay?
- No!”
He’s lost and in pain! The last thing he remembers is terrifying – and now what? Eternal punishment? What did he do wrong?!
“- I’m so sorry.”
And that woman – she doesn’t sound like the devil. Once he’s done trying to reject the dry insides of his throat, he turns his head in the direction of her voice, having to blink to adjust to the blazing light for longer than he’s ever had to before.
When he’s done…
How weird. The woman in front of him looks just like Emily...
The Emily who died not so long ago.
“- I can’t believe… I can’t believe someone killed you.
- Me?”
The circus music continues to play. He was the one to think of Hell, to flinch upon thinking of his most recent memory, and yet when she – she, of all people, faces him and says that, he questions it immediately.
“- I can’t be dead.”
He’s digging his own grave right now, after all. Emotionally, at least.
The proof is in the pudding: she looks at him like she’s had this exact conversation before.
“- You say that… But you probably remember what happened to you.”
He can’t argue with that.
It’s still a little difficult to accept.
“- It was terrifying.
- I know.”
She probably doesn’t know what happened to him, but…
“- Emily…”
A man chased after her and slit her throat. Without thinking about it, the clown lowers his gaze to look at her neck, where he finds a thin white line right where her life was taken away from her.
He remembers seeing her dead. Again, without even thinking about it, he brings his hands to his own neck. Did he die from being strangled? He can still see himself fighting back. His insides were burning then nearly as hot as his skin right now; he knew that nothing could save him – he scratched and scratched above him with an energy only despair can bring about, aware that he was dying.
He’d never felt like that. He’ll never feel like it again.
“- Let’s move. You’re probably uncomfortable.
- You bet…
- I built a tree house. It can accommodate for you too.
- You… did…?”
He finally takes the time to look around them. It looks like they’re in the middle of a wide beach, sandwiched in-between a thick forest and an endless sea.
How did he get there? Is this supposed to make sense? He’s supposed to believe that he just spawned on this strange beach… on an island where a changed Emily built a tree house to live in?
He chuckles to himself. It’s just absurd.
“- You built a tree house all alone?”
She nods shyly.
“- Yes. Ben helped me make it better, though.
- WHO?”
A stinging yell escaped his throat of its own. Hearing this name—that information takes a few seconds to reach his brain. Of course, he thinks. Of course. But before he can register the pit in his stomach, the cracking sound of steps in the sand reach his ears again, and soon enough, a tall figure steps next to him, covering him in shadow.
“- Tch. Be louder next time. Scare the Gods awake.”
Huh?
“- Quit being so pissy. Let’s bring Ciel to the cabin.”
Wah?
“- I’m a sore loser. Now keep an eye on the beach.
- What? Why?
- Where do we come from? Have you ever asked yourself an existential question like that? What put us here? Why are we here?”
Ben has changed too.
Though he’s furious, the young clown is somehow left in admiration of the person standing above him, shielding him from the sun.
“- Pff…”
Emily stands up. She’s quick on her feet, and as soon as she’s standing, she does an unnecessary little jump; most likely for no reason other than to prove she’s herself.
“- You’re being weird! Just tell me what’s wrong.”
A pause. Benjamin is carefully watching the beach.
“- Ciel.
- Yes?”
Fuck. He shouldn’t have answered. But how do you react when a horrible person talks to you? When does it become okay for your priorities to shift?
That's something only someone with future-reading abilities may be able to tell...
“- Did someone else die?”
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Murder Fabrication was updated!
That's right, we're on a roll! In this new part of Chapter 4-2, everyone loves Jan.
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Murder Fabrication has been updated!
Hi hi! In this continuation of Chapter 4-2, our protagonists stumble their way into being even nosier than they were already being.
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I've been a little stressed about writing lately, mostly my own fault, but I'm so passionate about these characters - help me shave off some of that edge by voting in my silly poll (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
They're the latest posts on my blog, or directly: batch 1 (Emily, Chloe, Jan), batch 2 (Isabella, Mina)
If you're familiar with Murder Fabrication/Fabricated Despair, please don't pick your favourite character but your favourite Despair design!! If you're not familiar with them, this poll is also for you~
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And my second batch of Fabricated Despair icons is these two childish girls. Isabella by my own request (though I'd like to draw her full design too... It's one of my favourite and her clothes and acting really tie the look together) and Mina per @cr0sscutter's. (I'm going to draw them all but they're the only person I managed to coax into telling me about a fave design I should prioritise.)
I think the first batch remains my favourite so far, but I put Isabella and Mina's designs across fairly well ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v
#despair au#my art#fabricated despair#isabella#isabella jewell#ultimate make-up artist#mina#mina keys#ultimate detective
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Murder Fabrication is now on Miraheze!
From today on, Murder Fabrication's Wiki pages will be hosted on this brand new Wiki:
For years, Murder Fabrication's Wiki pages were hosted on the Danganronpa Fanfiction Wiki on Fandom. In an effort to leave Fandom, I have decided to make my own Wiki, but I remain thankful to the admins of the DRFF Wiki for inspiring me to write Wiki pages about my own story in the first place.
Much of the way pages and templates are presented is inspired by the way the DRFF Wiki does it. Though most of my pages will be deleted from the Fandom Wiki, I will leave some info as a basic introduction to Murder Fabrication, that links to the current Wiki.
On this new Wiki, you will find:
Pages about the stories I write as part of the Murder Fabrication universe and pages about their characters, as was already the case on Fandom.
Newly completed iterations of some of those pages! Characters who are long dead are no longer WIPs. If you've already read Murder Fabrication up to its most recent update, don't hesitate to scour the Wiki for refreshers and trivia.
Danganronpa Fabricated Despair. This Wiki is now the place where you can read this AU!
The Halloween and Valentine's Day events. Same as above!
Galleries of images I or other people have drawn of the characters, as was already the case on Fandom.
Links to semi-secret bonus side stories, as was already the case on Fandom.
I will continue to update the Wiki as the stories continue. Of course, the Wiki is complementary to the main story, which you should read first and foremost! Thank you so much to everyone who pays attention to Murder Fabrication and everything I create around it.
I worked very hard on this Wiki and I hope it can be a good source of information for anyone who's interested in Murder Fabrication~
For a spoiler free introduction of Murder Fabrication, please refer to its story page!
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Keith's second birthday since I started writing Murder Fabrication happens soon. Leave him some birthday wishes on February 29th...
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You can save all three of them, but you have to sacrifice your life in exchange. Will you do it?
First batch of a new project to draw icons for each Fabricated Despair design! (Excluding side characters - this includes Mrs. and Mr. Lynn - for now.) These three characters were described in text form, so hopefully, you already had an idea what they looked like. If by any chance anyone reading this has also read Fabricated Despair and has a favourite design, please let me know and I may prioritise it!
#despair au#fabricated despair#jan#jan lyons#chloe#chloe lloyd#emily#emily drake#ultimate fashionista#ultimate gardener#ultimate pianist#my art
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wuh . who wrote that
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what most people forget about benjamin murder fabrication is that he famously said "so now I’m just thinking about communism" one time
#i think i'm funny#why am i looking at ben quotes? teehee#murder fabrication#benjamin pan#benjamin#ultimate fortune teller
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Isn’t it “A”?
No, isn’t it “B”?
Isn’t it ex“C”ellent that everyone’s different?
What is LOVE to you
Was always HATE to me
Isabe... Isja.... Jabella...? It sounds too much like "glabella".
I took the last of my antibiotics today. \(￣︶￣*\)) I started this drawing on the day the song released, but I was only able to finish it today (for antibiotics reasons).
I always intended this to be a simple drawing, but I wound up doing an amazing job with the hands in particular for some reason??? I drew both of them in one go with only the song as a reference. By the way, Jan's earring is normally on the other ear, but I am known to draw it on the wrong ear for convenience + to get his design across + both his ears are pierced anyway + L + ratio
#jan lyons#isabella jewell#jan#isabella#ultimate pianist#ultimate make-up artist#murder fabrication#my art
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(adds the new pinocchiop song to two character playlists)
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Did anyone ask for a hilarious objection dot lol scene?
No? This is @cr0sscutter's fault for showing me a tutorial for no reason.
It's just a short joke (...?) to test it out, so don't hesitate to give it a look!
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I've made a few major mistakes in my lifetime. One of them was giving Chris that speech colour.
#murder fabrication#it's impossible to find a good background for#that isn't white#but white doesn't work for many other colours#it's the ONE colour i can't get to work#i'm gonna kill chris. /j
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