#Cult Leader Tenko
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★Mind Break☆
Cult Leader! Tenko Shigaraki x AFAB! Reader
You should’ve known better than to run from the devil.
WARNING: This work contains depictions of psychological, physical, and emotional torture. Cult ideologies/problematic religious themes will be present throughout this writing, and will include nonconsensual and dubiously consensual sexual content. Abuse, violence, murder, sadism, and blood used even in a sexual context will be present. This story is not a romance, and depicts unhealthy obsessions and mental illness caused by psychological breaks. I am not going to tag this work further. By reading this work, you are agreeing that you understand it will include morally conflicting content and sexually explicit material which can be considered extreme. Read at your own risk, and enjoy. ♡
It wasn’t always like this.
You shift, abhorring your inability to function properly anymore, trying to make your body comfortable despite the freezing temperature having numbed your muscles into lead.
The metal bed chained and hanging off the damp stone walls seemed to inject ice into the very marrow of your bones. Was there even a point to it?
You distractedly listen to the soft scurry and skitter of mice. That was the point of it.
Everything hurt.
Your eyes burned with unshed tears, face blotchy and swollen from the last round you’d given into.
It wasn’t like this before.
Sure, you’d occasionally slip up, and you’d get a swift smack on your ass for causing trouble. Where was that treatment now? It changed when he stepped up. When Father Shigaraki passed the torch to him, your life became a walking nightmare.
Your chest constricted, eyes shutting despite no light illuminating your surroundings as memories flooded. The throbbing in your skull becoming a fist pounding to get out.
When you’d finally gotten old enough, you’d left the compound. Ran away from everything you’d ever known and loved. Your instincts had screamed at you to get away. Tenko had become a man you could not withstand, because despite his treatment towards you, everyone loved him. They had hailed him as the next great leader and prophet, saying that he’d bring them to greatness and no one would’ve believed you. He was hope in the dark world for your community, and that was the sign which showed you that the only way to survive was to distance yourself as far as possible.
You stayed hidden for nearly five years… you truly thought for a moment you were free. You thought he’d forgotten. That your past would let bygones be bygones.
You were sorely mistaken.
You clenched your teeth as the loud sirens began, the noise so sharp and painful it made your head nearly break.
You could only weakly curl up, mind so foggy and disoriented you didn’t hear anything but a constant buzzing tone in your ears as the siren waned into silence again. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve slept. Food was brought but it was merely pushed through a hole at the bottom of your metal door. You got two meals a day, bread and a watery vegetable soup.
The sharp pounding on the door cuts through the tinnitus and has you scrambling off the bed, muscles screaming in protest as your skin splits under the jagged earth you’d thrown yourself onto. Tattered clothing not helping the painful friction as you dig your bare feet into the stone and pushed yourself against a wall.
You weren’t fully cognizant, but as the heavy lock turned, you whined as warm light crawled into your space, nearly blinding you despite the dullness.
“Poor thing…,” his voice was raspier than you remember, more gravely in depth as he chuckles, looking down at your pathetic form curled and shaking.
“How’re you doing my little lamb?” His humor isn’t disguised in the least, his glee at seeing you vulnerable and weak for him obvious as he grins.
He tracks your bloody hands weakly hugging yourself, your bottom lip trembling as you look up under your lashes with those teary eyes he adores so much.
Your small pink tongue dips out to lick your lips, his dark garnet eyes watching intently.
“M-m’cold…” your voice is tiny, hardly audible.
His boots thump loudly as he walks towards you, ignoring how you clearly tense up and attempt to mold yourself into the wall to get away from him. When he’s close enough to nearly touch your bare feet with his boots, he crouches down, resting his forearms on dark denim as he tilts his head with a soft expression.
“Tell me lamb, was it fun out there?” The light against his back blanketed his pale skin in warmth, “Did you have fun in the big wide world, running around, dirtying yourself like some common whore?” You flinch as his tone grows in severity. Blurry vision looking at a familiar yet not face.
He has a scar on his lip, one which hadn’t been there before, crossing straight down.
He was still a beautiful man, the scar even seeming to add a masculine charm to his otherwise somewhat pretty visage. Soft purple rings clung beneath his eyes though, making him look softer somehow. He looked like he’d slept about as much as you.
You stared too long.
You can’t react when his hand shoots out and curls around your neck, fingers and rings digging painfully into your flesh as he cuts off your oxygen cruelly. Your fingers grasp at his wrist and hand, futile in their attempt to pry his death grip off your throat as you slowly suffocate. The pinch and pull of the jewelry he wore was breaking the delicate skin and making it more slippery as blood flowed.
He’s rambling, but it sounds like you’re underwater and he’s above the surface, as if he’s speaking another language.
Tears pool down your cheeks, rivers running freely like your blood as your face begins to take on a sickly dark hue, veins bulging in your face and eyes popping wide from their sockets. A few blood vessels bursting in your left eye.
Just as your vision goes dark, he lets you go.
Your coughing fit which followed nothing glamorous or cute, sputtering and hacking as bile rose but nothing came out. Your throat burned like someone forced you to drink gasoline and swallow a lit match, dropping over to your side by his feet and clutching where he’d left bloody indents.
“Pfft, you haven’t changed at all… I’m glad honestly.”
His boot connects with your side, merciful in the amount of strength exerted but still painful in your weakened state. You sputtered, nearly choking again on your saliva as you tremble and struggle to draw in air.
“No one is going to save you lamb, no one even wants to. When you ran away, you died to everyone here, everyone but me,” you can smell the leather of his shoe as he lifts it and brings it to your head, pushing down until you literally croak. “You should be grateful I’m showing so much grace to you lamb, the others suggested I do much, much worse to rehabilitate you.” His voice is snide while your heart wars with his words. He’s lying, he had to be.
You could only cry though. Sniffling beneath his boot as he lifted it off you, eager to look at your face.
His smile is vile, you note as your tired eyes flick up. He looked nothing like the messenger angel Father Shigaraki had dubbed him before his passing. As your tears blurred his pretty image… he looked like a demon from hell. A beautiful monster.
You weren’t sure what he even wanted from you, what it was he truly craved, but you wanted the pain to end.
Your palms scraped against the damp gravely floor below, finding a somewhat good position to lean your weight on and push your body up, even as your blood created an imbalance due to the slickness. Tenko let you, watching as your head hung in defeat lowered even further, chin tucked to your chest as your knees slid up. When you got to a semi-kneeling position, one hand steadying you on the ground, the other… the other reaching out and gripping his pant leg.
Those red eyes widened a fraction, watching intently as you look up at him from your spot on the floor.
His heart rate increased, pounding in his chest as he drank you in, lips twitching as his teeth ached. He didn’t stop you from using him as an anchor and rising up enough to sink your other hand into his pants too.
You looked like a dog begging for a treat, and his cock throbbed in agreement.
You remembered the degrading title he used to force you to call him when you were younger.
“M-Master…” it was almost inaudible, your sweet lips struggling to even form words after the abuse he leveled your throat.
“Master please…” even as your tears continued to fall, face ruined and messy, he laughed. Deep and boisterous, he nearly doubled over as he bared his white teeth.
“Fuck haha! You—!, okay, alright, what do you want little lamb, hm?” Once he calmed down enough, adrenaline high as he stares down at you with a renewed sense of vigor, he spoke.
He leaned down a bit, cupping your jaw and smiling deeper when you cringe and flinch, but still don’t pull away.
“Go ahead, you got my attention now.” He says it almost benevolently, but his eyes were impatient.
It hurt to swallow, your mouth having gone dry as you parted your lips.
“I want to be forgiven… I’m sorry…”
He lifted one sparse brow up. “Yeah? You’re sorry?” You nod, jerky and short as your neck flames up in pain.
He straights, tapping a finger against his lip in a gesture of consideration.
“Okay little lamb,” he snickers, “I’m willing to forgive you and let you leave here, but you need to be cleaned first.” You perk up, eyes finding a hint of light as the prospect of relief is dangled in front of you.
“Yes, anything please,” you gasp, desperation bleeding into your voice.
That’s why it takes you by surprise when his hands drop and begin to calmly undo his leather belt. Fingers steady and sure as you blankly watch him unbutton his jeans, and shimmy them down enough for his fat leaking cock to spring free.
“Well then, we can start by cleaning this filthy mouth first.” His eyes are closed as he grins, pearly canines on display and distorted features resembling something inhuman.
“T-Tenko…?” His hand not holding his cock swiftly sinks into your hair, easily dragging your face closer so he can slap the hard rod against your soft cheek a few times, the smell of him warm and bitter, contrasted by the damp cool air around you. “That’s not what you call me, is it lamb?” He doesn’t sound angry, but when you look back up, he’s dropped his cock and raised his hand.
The blow is more sharp than it is brute force, your head held in place by his other hand to avoid you collapsing and hitting your head on the floor.
Your cry echoes weakly. Face inflamed as your jerked right back to his groin where he smashes your injured cheek against his dick, rubbing it in as he groans.
“You need to be retaught manners too it seems, but we’ll just stick with a simple cleaning today.”
He’s speaking as if discussing a mundane topic like the weather, scolding you like one might scold a child in school. His tip rubbing and spreading pre-cum and tears across your face as you calm down from the pain he assaulted you with.
“Open your mouth.” He’s not asking but you obey and part your lips.
He holds a lot of your weight up by your hair, watching in fascination as his swollen mushroom tip rests against your bottom lip. His engorged meat rod looks insidious against your face pretty, thick veins protruding from the angry red of the skin, long and thick but tapering towards the tip a little where it curves up. He lets his hips tip, the tip entering your warm wet cavern, lips opening wider as he sinks about a quarter inside.
Your face scrunches, likely due to the sensation and taste of him, little tongue moving languidly against the underside of his shaft. He curses, bucking his hips a little more and arm exerting force when you attempt to pull back.
You whine around him, hands trying to push his hips back but too weak to prevent him from sliding out and doing it again.
“That’s it lamb, I’m just cleaning your mouth, relax~” he chuckles, Tenko’s grip in your hair tightening painfully as he begins testing your limits with depth and speed.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if, fuck, you just stayed home where you belong like a good girl,” he moans, your teeth accidentally grazing his cock but it seems to spur him on rather than flinch in pain.
“Shit, that’s it, go ahead and bite if you feel like dealing with a concussion, I’ll break your skull on this floor happily.” He’s sneering down at you, loving the fear which enters your gaze as you now struggle to open wider and avoid such a fate. It only helps him work his cock deeper, into your throat where you almost scream due to the blinding pain.
His earlier damage still too fresh as he loses it moaning, your slobber and blood now coating his cock and bringing delicious friction as he lets his tip tease your raw throat. His balls tap against the under side of your chin, his white pubic hair nearly tickling inside your nose as he tries to fit all of himself inside your mouth.
The noises you made would make any normal person stop. The painful howls muffled by his cock and stuffed back down your throat, his speed increasing as his balls drew tight.
“Have to keep you clean inside and out lamb, so you’re going to take every drop—,” his teeth are grit, grinding together as his orgasm washes over him, hot ropes of cum gagging and suffocating you again as he lets his cock rest inside your throat while he finishes. You don’t feel the cum, only him twitch as he empties his load into your belly.
Your eyes stare blankly at nothing. Dark spots dotting your vision even when he pulls out and pushes you off him.
You land on your side, wheezing and clutching your throat again as you blink away the darkness threatening to consume you, your adrenaline keeping you awake as Tenko crouches down beside you again.
He’d redressed, looking unfazed with a healthy pink hue to his cheeks now.
“C-can I leave now…?” Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own now. Each syllable grating on your damaged flesh.
“Why the fuck would I let you leave?” His words nearly stop your heart. Icy dread replacing the burning.
“Y-you said…” your eyes leaked, face showing your absolute shock and disbelief.
He laughed, standing up again, shoving his hands in his pockets as he smiled down at you.
“I lied.”
His lips tug higher as he leaves, locking you away again even as your wail echoes woefully throughout his hideout.
Invisible needles stabbed up your knees, waking you up more than the blaring white light.
You wanted out, away from this migraine inducing brightness, but all you could do was pray.
As a child, you’d preferred to sleep or pass notes around rather than be immersed in devotional. You wished you paid more attention, because only God could save you from this hell.
You flinched, startling yourself as shadows stretched and danced around the walls, despite the fluorescents preventing such things from being cast.
Your arms wrap around yourself, kneeling and hunched over as the visions continued even when you closed your eyes. Faceless dark creatures trying to pry into your mind as you scream, the noise bouncing back and slamming into your sensitive eardrums, breaking you from the moment.
They were gone, your weary eyes tracked, licking your dry chapped lips and imagining how nice it would be to have some sort of lip balm or lotion.
Your head bowed again, lips running through carefully memorized prayers as events from your past unfurl like a blooming rose. Each petal a fractured piece you try to suppress and fail, the voice of your therapist so distant now since you’ve been home.
Deep breathes led to panic attacks and unconsciousness, the faces of family and friends skewed into wicked distortions you struggled to differentiate between dream and reality.
Tenko remained vivid in your memories though. You grimaced, as it was likely due to the pain he inflicted in your youth, which seared into your subconscious as a warning for any future interactions. Humans rarely touch a hot stove twice.
You shake and tremble as time drags on, murmuring scripture from memory as best you can to ask for grace, pleading for your safe release.
Tiny patters catch your attention, eyes blinking open and staring at a small mouse. Soft tuffs of light brown fur, the little creature might’ve invoked disgust and fear before your capture, but now only bland curiosity filled you.
It scurried around for a while, sniffing at the metal tray left by a thin hole on the bottom of the door, looking for crumbs it would not find.
It was… abhorrently cute.
You returned to prayer, until your evening meal arrived and was silently exchanged, your eyes catching not even a glimpse of skin.
You shuffled awkwardly before the tray, decorum gone as you eat with need for survival instead of enjoyment, eyes steely and swirling almost violently as a tiny squeak draws your attention down.
The mouse. Tiny pinpoint dark eyes and a little pink twitching nose face you.
You should kill it. It likely had diseases or something else, it’s better of dead but…
Something inside prevents you, and instead you drop a few crumbs of bread.
It was all you could spare. The little creature isn’t wasteful though, eating with gusto unlike you as you watch in mild amusement.
“If you like the food so much, we should switch places,” you whisper jokingly, the mouse ignoring you in favor of licking and sniffing out even the most minuscule piece of food left.
You finish your meal too, however unsatisfying and unfulfilling.
Your eyes close shut even though the light disallows you any proper rest, mind shutting off like a device to power down.
Your hazy brain reboots at the sound of footsteps some time later, obnoxious compared to the ones belonging to the one in charge of food delivery.
Tenko, your brain unhelpfully supplies. You don’t want to see him. You want nothing to do with him or this compound anymore, but your body was beginning to associate him with more than just pain.
He was warm, physically speaking at least, and the skin on skin contact left you reeling with comfort you didn’t want to receive from him. He’s a lunatic and a psychopath, and you loathe him like none other, but the terror of him is equal to the hatred.
Your new friend abandons you as the locks turn, your eyes trailing up from the ground to watch as the door slowly swings open, revealing the man who haunts even your dreams.
“Hello little lamb, did you miss me?”
Each wobbly step felt like treading over broken glass.
You could hardly stand, legs truly unused to the feeling as you’d given up your mad pacing in favor of protecting the damaged soles of your feet.
Not anymore though, as the hand tangled in your locks jerked you onward, using your hair almost like a lead as you stare at the filthy floor you traverse on, destination left an anxiety filled mystery.
“Come on little lamb~ we’re nearly there,” his soft cooing voice makes your insides revolt, twisting and causing you to stumble.
At least he’s there to make sure your face doesn’t hit the hard surface of the ground, oddly powerful in his lean physique as he simply holds up your weight and pulls you along side him.
He’s merry and cheerful, whistling occasionally as he strolls as if through a friendly neighborhood park and not some type of underground dungeon only found in medieval theatrics.
Your eyes trail back at the light smattering of your blood on the floor, wearily looking as far ahead as you could in this half crouched position.
It was dimmer out here than your cell. The blaring alarms replaced by white hot light that seared your mind awake and deprived you of sleep further.
Out here the shadows danced. Your eyes fearfully taking in the monsters beginning to crawl off the walls and towards you, just out of reach though, as if Tenko was holding them back.
That scared you even more.
A new room came up just at the end of the hall, a shorter distance than you’d felt it was.
He hauled you forward and threw you inside before dim lights illuminated the space from an antique switch on the wall.
There was only a chandelier in here, you noted before the breath left your lungs on impact with the ground, side blaring up in pain as you lay still.
Your eyes widen, pupils dilating as strange staticky figures moved about the space, the room swirling like a whirlpool of colors before you were yanked up and out of the fever dream.
Tenko was humming some sort of hymn, his deep timber almost soothing despite his violent manner of dragging you towards a small in-ground pool.
A baptism pool, with steps leading into the shallow water with a metal railing for assistance, likely for the elderly.
Your vision seemed to jump back and forth between the water being a dark blue and bloody red, unintentionally jerking in Tenko’s hold.
He seems to misinterpret it, “It’s okay lamb, I’ll be baptizing you tonight, washing the sins of the outside world which tainted you away.” You want to bark at his delusional little speech, to roll your eyes or do something, but you’re silent like a doll in his hold. Weak. Pathetic. Worthless. Powerless.
He lets you drop, in favor of scooping you up bridal style in his arms, your filthy sorry figure truly in need of a bath you’ve been denied thus far.
He’s not the least bit repulsed, seeming even thrilled to hold you close as he smiles his pearly white canines at you.
“Look at you, being so good for me. I almost want to reward you,” he chuckles, face calm and even as he takes you both fully clothed into the shockingly cold water.
He doesn’t even flinch.
You’re unable to do much else but gasp, curling into Tenko’s warm chest as chills immediately wrack your body.
Once he’s about waist deep, he extends his arms and lets your feet sink down, one hand spread between your shoulder blades and keeping you up.
Those red hued eyes truly seemed to manifest evil, the dim lighting not dampening the color’s vibrance. He looks like a malevolent angel.
“Are you ready? You’ll need to hold your breath for just a little while I recite the passage.”
Something inside is trying to worm itself out past your lips, begging you to speak up, move away, not trust him.
You can’t seem to remember exactly why as you nod numbly.
Until his free hand raises up, pressed against your chest just under your collarbone and caging your upper body between his hands.
His smile is almost serene.
Then you’re submerged, just barely enough time to hold your breath while the chilling liquid around you wakes you.
Your eyes blink open despite the chlorine burning them, seeing him through a strange mirage now, lips moving and canted up.
Your chest starts to hurt after ten seconds. Then it’s a somewhat urgent need after twenty.
At thirty your instincts take hold and you struggle, air being pushed out meanly by his hand as he applies pressure to still you.
It’s impossible though, you need to breathe. You need it with urgency as your feet kick out, arms coming up to fight and remove his grip, but he just keeps you under. The adrenaline wins though, finally pushing him roughly so you can come up for greedy gulps of air, choking and sputtering while the rooms spins and nausea grips you.
“You didn’t even last a minute lamb,” he remarks offhandedly, and your near drowning reminds you why he is to be feared like death itself because his next move is to grip your throat, the other tangling back in your hair while he smiles down at you, face cinching unnaturally tight as he leans over your panting trembling figure.
“How about this? If you can last a minute, we’ll stop.”
Liar, your heart and mind roar with passion, but your survival instincts demand you do so because it meant life or death.
He doesn’t prepare you this time, sinking you under while his laugh filters through the water into a muddled tune as you fail to even last thirty seconds this time, clawing and biting like a wounded animal as your vision begins to go dark and lungs threaten to shut down.
He yanks you back up, just enough time to gather in air before you’re plunged again, vision beginning to fade as those horrid shadow creatures emerge, almost playfully as you dance around suffocation.
Your mind is playing tricks, these devils aren’t real, not when the one above you is flesh and bone attempting to end your miserable existence.
You’re dragged to the surface again, fighting for freedom from the death grip which holds you in the water as you lash out, a war cry almost deafening to your own sensitive ears.
It’s impossible to tell how long it goes on, your will for survival being challenged by a soul deep exhaustion, finger nails soaked in blood from scratching at his arms and even his bared skin around his throat and chest.
He’s content to watch the inevitable. The moment when your mind releases the concoction of chemicals to ease your death peacefully, because it could fight no longer as he repeatedly drowns you.
His eyes gleam with wicked joy, pupils enlarged as he pushes you beneath the water again, you’re thrashing so much more futile despite how you still struggled. You still wanted to live.
It’s inevitable though, when your vision goes dark, creeping in at the edges and swallowing your sight hole as a painless numbness washes over you.
You begin to hear again first. Strange warbled noises and hissing. Your foggy mind is content to drift, light as you feel rested and freed from the confines of agony which plagued you like a disease so long.
It sounds pained, the noises, the strange squelching and smacking not connecting as you languidly listen and try to decipher what was occurring around you.
Your vision returns next. Slowly, as if not to frighten you, your eyes begin to take in more and more light. Faded blurry shapes and colors becoming clarified into a full picture you could actually make out.
You were on the ground, this floor tiled like you’d see around a public pool. Face resting down as you looked at a familiar baptism pool which began filling your mind with dread.
The water was rippling, your eyes noting that the room was rocking.
Feeling came back last. You felt the chilly air slowly prick at your wet skin and hair, teeth sensitive as you felt your body rock, pressure and numbness beginning to fade into true feeling. Your hand was out stretched and dipped into the water, as if he couldn’t be bothered to fully pull you out, the cool liquid somewhat refreshing as your skin felt hot and feverish.
A blooming white hot pain in your rear caught your full attention though, body too weak to even manage words as you lay limp on the ground, realization dawning as full frontal clarity strikes you like a branding iron.
“Awake?” He muses, hand moving to press your face back down when you attempted to lift your head, not bothering to lessen his crushing weight as you choke and heave. Your eyes can only widen further, looking up at the mirrors which acted as a backdrop to the the pool to see your body and not recognize it. Not recognize you. As if this was all happening to another as he grunts, the hot iron rod which continued its path inside your taunt previously unused sphincter as you groan low in your throat like a wounded animal. Your own native language foreign in your mind as it goes blank to only focus on the mirrors.
His pretty face screwed up in pleasure, his tongue nearly hanging out his mouth as he pants and works his hips against you, more of a struggle to fully sheath himself inside your bleeding rectum due to the lack of preparation he’d done. The stretched ring of muscle inflamed as he lets a drop of spit hit just above it and slide around his cock as he grips your hips.
“You have such a tight little ass—fuck—,” his head drops, hair falling into his face as he watches you take him, pulling out occasionally to see how wide he’s left your abused asshole.
“—p-please—,” you brokenly whimper the words, still unable to fathom why this all was happening. What did you do?
It didn’t matter, not when his thrusts were getting rougher, thick cock spearing you and nearly tearing you open as he grunts and moans above you.
“Keep begging lamb, I want to hear it,” he chuckles, and your vision becomes blurred with tears you can’t even wipe away. Too tired and hurt. You wanted to sleep again.
He doesn’t like your unresponsiveness though, bucking hard and digging his knees into the ground to scoot you up.
You shriek as he pushes your torso back into the water, hand tangled in your hair as he cackles now, deranged expression lighting up at the break in your stoic facade.
“I-I’m sorry—!” Your voice is broken and raspy as you cry out, hands trying to keep him from pushing your head back into the water as his cock begins slamming inside you aggressively.
Blood, spit, and his earlier load he’d jerked and shot over your unconscious figure frothed at the base of his cock as he sinks inside you.
“Start begging lamb!” He moans as you tighten in fear and panic, senseless babbling too quick and jumbled for him to truly appreciate.
“Tsk, that’s not how you beg—fucking idiot,” he sighs, ruthless as he shoves you beneath the water again. Enjoying your futile struggle as your hips jerk and work his cock with delicious friction inside your rigid hot walls.
“Fuck yes, tighten your ass slut, that’s it!” He’s close just from watching you struggle.
Your eyes are open, staring at the bottom of the pool as he abuses your hole above the surface, oxygen deprived and delirious until he yanks your head up.
He moans loudly when you cough and sputter water out, the suction of your walls driving him wild as his thrusts become more jerky and uneven.
“O-oh God please—!” You can only sob for mercy, praying to be saved from the purgatory that is Tenko Shigaraki.
“Yes—! Pray to me baby, because I. Am. Your. Fucking. God.” He growls and punctuates each word with a merciless thrust, pushing you under one last time as he grinds his groin against your soft rear and pumps his load deep inside.
Bleary eyes blink open to dim lighting, seeing a familiar cell from the position of the metal bed.
Your head ached like it might split open any second, but your soul felt the most damaged.
You could only whimper and whine as you sat your stiffened body up, muscles screaming in protest as you stood before collapsing to the ground below.
It was a miserable reality as you dragged yourself over to the little toilet in the corner, attempting to relieve yourself but only finding the water saturated with murky red and clots.
The little sink difficult to use as a wash station, as you cup the icy water, for once grateful for it, and let it wash down your battered form.
It took what seemed like forever to clean away the evidence of him, but as you looked around, you realized blandly there were no clothes for you anymore.
What you’d worn to the… baptism, had been stripped in your unconscious state. He didn’t seem to feel like returning the tattered rags.
You crossed the room, laying beneath the metal bed now, content with just sitting with the low hum of aches inside and out of you. Curled on your side, you sit and watch the door in the dim orange glow of the lights.
They turned off the white fluorescents, which meant the noise would come soon.
It did, not long after that thought, the wailing siren began as you numbly looked ahead, no longer flinching at the noise.
Hours seemed to pass before your food arrived, which you crawled towards, content with eating on your stomach as you rested.
It was the familiar squeak which granted your friend the favor of seeing your face.
Your little mouse came just on time for… whatever meal this was. You hardly paid mind to it, throwing a few generous crumbs for your mouse like a gracious host.
“You should feel honored mouse, this is the finest bread they serve here.” Your giggle is slurred as you bite into the stale bread, mouth dry and the baked good only acting as sandpaper.
You finished it all though. Your mouse not one to be beat either, leaving no trace of the crumbs you’d left for it.
You smiled, content to watch it skitter about, before it curiously moved closer to you.
Then a little closer.
Then it was sniffing your finger, flinching back at first when you lift it, but coming back anyway as you softly pat its tiny head with the tip of your pointer.
“Am I all you got down here…?” You imagine those beady little eyes filled with intelligence and understanding.
“That’s okay. We can stick together.” It’s whispered like a sworn secret.
You let your eyes fall closed, trusting mouse not to attempt to nibble on you while you slept.
You awoke with a jolt, heart beating wildly in your chest as shadows rampaged around the room, the sound of the siren wailing as you try and scramble away from the chaos.
They were everywhere, trying to grab you, actually grabbing you, your scream of fright falling on empty halls as you struggle with your sanity.
Your legs kick out, arms thrashing as you attempt to fight off these morphing demons, hazy mind fighting for some sense of reason despite the madness.
A clawed hand reached at you from below, your palm instinctively coming down to smack it away in your panic.
The siren ends, and with it, the shadows seem to disperse as you pant and try to catch your breath, dizziness and fatigue weighing on you as your fingers rub together and feel something… stinky.
Your heart stops. The world seems to as well.
“Mouse…?”
It’s not real. Yet the little brown clump of fur and dark blood and guts could only be the dead body of your tiny friend.
“Mouse— I-I didn’t mean it— wait, why?!” Your shriek echoes, blood on your hand streaking your cheek now as you wail in anguish, careful to lift up the mangled corpse you’d crushed.
You did this. You hurt it. It was your fault.
It felt like you were being shattered. Screaming until you couldn’t anymore, coughing up blood from your raw and abused throat, clinging to your cooling friend as time became irrelevant.
Food came and went. You didn’t touch it. You didn’t know how many trays were given and taken away without a single piece touched, but it finally summoned him.
Heavy boots were your first clue, eyes still following shadows of little mice dancing around you.
The door opening changed the direction of your gaze as Tenko stepped inside, face impassive this time as he looks at you.
His presence invokes the tears which bubble and spill down your cheeks, quick to crawl on your knees to him like he was your last salvation.
“Please—,” your lower lip wobbled as your scratchy small voice broke the silence. “She’s hurt… I hurt her… please…” and he watched.
Watched the lovely little angel he adored lose her wings and fall to the depths of hell where he ruled.
“Shh… it’s okay, I’m here. Let me see,” he crouches down, smile soft and soothing to your frayed nerves, one hand moving to tuck a matted and tangled chunk of your hair behind your ear. He didn’t seem the least bit repulsed by the decomposing mouse corpse you held. Eyes focused and attentive on you, as you cried and confessed the sin of murder to him.
Like he was your God.
He wrapped you up in his arms, carrying you out as you sobbed weakly for mercy and forgiveness… for the little mouse and for your crime of harming it.
Your face buried in his neck, breathing in the scent of bleach and chemicals like it was fresh air.
You were curled up in a ball, rocking yourself comfortingly as you trembled in fear before hallucinations so real you weren’t able to differentiate anymore. Shadow monsters haunting you at every second except when he was around, trying to crawl into your mind and destroy you completely.
Your hands ran through your hair, clean now as Master had been returning nearly everyday to bathe you with him.
He should be back soon.
You glance at the bed and clean living space, somehow so foreign and alien that you feel terrified of even laying on it without him.
You hum a familiar hymn, counting the seconds until these demons are cast out in his presence.
Your soft skin is naked and bare, but the room is warm despite phantom goosebumps raising.
The door opens, boots muted on the fluffy carpet, strolling towards you with ease and grace as you unfurl and crawl towards him.
“Little lamb, did you miss me?” His cherry red eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief, glossy white hair swept back save a few strays which framed his face.
Your smile is genuine as you nod, “Welcome back Master.”
He watches you with immense satisfaction, your skin and hair healthier now that you’ve been rehabilitated and given proper nutrition and care.
You sit perfectly still, nude body on display for thousands of eyes. The solemn atmosphere disallows for embarrassment as Master speaks, voice carrying his message and voice of God for the people.
“With this sacrifice, let our sins be washed in blood!” his arms spread wide, the cheer of the church deafening yet you move not a single muscle.
You don’t watch, even as the muffled screams become gurgled sounds of drowning.
The sacrifice had to be a damned sinner, one Master deemed better off sent to Heaven early. Dying for the church like this meant even though they were unclean, they could still find salvation through their death. It wasn’t anything new, even as a child you’d witnessed such things.
You cease useless thoughts, eyes trained on him.
He caught your gaze, eyes crinkling as he grins before winking.
They smear the freshly spilled blood over you, hooded masked members wordlessly carrying out the ritual.
“Now the blood of a virgin needs to be spilled…” he murmurs for heads to bow, prayer beginning but you don’t close your eyes, staring out blankly as iron burns your nostrils.
Your skin painted with the blood of a sinner, laid dead on another alter, which you let yourself skip from staring at.
The prayer finishes as Master rises, turning his attention on you as he walks your way. His clothing is all white, current appearance similar to a saint as he approaches.
“Little lamb,” he smoothes a hand through your soft hair with affection, bright red eyes nearly glowing as he leans close, undeterred by the blood coating your cheeks, lips, forehead, and major portions of your body. “Are you ready to be slaughtered?”
A chant in the crowd begins. Hummed at first, building in volume, the words ominous. “Lamb for slaughter.”
You briefly wonder if you’re next, just like the man they’d gutted next to you.
You nod anyway. It hardly mattered whatever he chose to do with you.
Your eyes still widened in surprise as he pushed you gently to lay back on the alter, as he climbed up as well before his people watching with heated gazes.
Master grins, looking sinister and beautiful as he licks his lips and addresses the masses.
“I shall now make the virgin bleed,” you don’t question him as he easily spreads your thighs open, leaving your slit on full view for the crowd and his own eyes.
“Be good for me lamb, I know you can do it,” these words are hushed and spoken just for you, as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. The action is soothing, and you allow your muscles to relax as you watch the crowd with a mixture of emotion.
Were they real or shadows?
You jolt as you feel something hot and wet prod your vaginal entrance, looking down to see Master had freed his heavy thick cock, erect and leaking from the dark red tip as he pumps it with his free hand a few times.
Then he lets the soft warm tip slip through your folds, parting them to press.
It takes immense force that leaves your chest heaving for air as your finger nails chip and break on the marble alter, body wracked with the intense desire to cringe and pull away.
You stay still, as he grunts pushing into your dry walls, essentially digging his cock inside your cunt to burrow deep.
You’re hardly breathing anymore, face frozen in agony as he stuffed you with each searing inch as you grit your teeth and endured.
The chanting was muted by the muddled noise in your head, like water in your ears, as tears slid down your cheeks.
He pulls out completely once his tip kisses your cervix. His cock coated in a sheen of your blood, though whether it was actually your hymen or the tearing of your vaginal walls was not important. It was the symbolism.
He lets his people take in the sight of you both, feeling pride swell inside him as they grow wild with excitement, moving to close in around you both now. The elders stayed back, their robes and masks in place as they continued the chant while the younger and common members touched and groped your trembling body, smearing the blood and even moving it down to your slit where you jerked a little.
“Be gentle with my lamb, tonight, I make her my wife on this auspicious occasion.” His teeth are sharp and glaring as he smiles, your eyes watching as if behind a screen.
What day was it? You wondered oddly, curious why you couldn’t recall it at all.
Master begins disrobing, shamelessly revealing each inch of his lean muscular build for all eyes as he falls on you again, this time caging your view in to only see him.
Your eyes connect, his alight with joy. “Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you stupid tonight.” He whispers in your ear, too low for anyone else to pick up on, using the position to lick the shell of it as you moan at the strange sensation.
He uses one arm to stay propped above you, letting the other move towards the hooded hard nub just above your slit, pressing softly and rubbing circles as electric shocks of pleasure zap up your spine. Your toes cramp as you try to straighten, but his hips smashing against you ass he sinks into you again stop your movements.
Your eyes widen in shock.
It doesn’t hurt at all.
It’s strange, the fullness still heavy and different, but the sting and ache are gone as he uses the blood of that scapegoat as lube to fuck your pretty cunt.
Tenko laughs as your eyes glaze over, face already showing the euphoria as he works your clit and his cock slowly into you, taking his time this round without the necessity of injuring you.
His gaze even gentle as he almost lovingly fucks you, the terrified expression on your face amusing at the very least for him.
“Relax lamb, we got the pain out of the way, just keep your legs spread for me and I’ll do all the work.” He assures, and like always, you fall for it.
He works you both to climax quickly, chuckling as you clamp and seize around his cock helplessly.
Your hands gripping at his shoulders as he leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue in your mouth for a filthy kiss that leaves you light headed and pliant as he hardens again inside you.
You glance down wearily, his hips grinding back into you as his finger works your clit again.
“Let’s feel so good we both want to die.” Those red eyes seal your fate.
“Tenko! Stop breaking your toys, I’m not gonna share mine if you do.” Small childish and chubby hands grip at his own, tugging the toy owned by you from his grasp as he eyes you with disdain not matching a child his age.
“I have to break them.” He rolls his eyes, picking up the disfigured doll he’d “fixed” given to him by his previous family. The ones before his Master Father Shigaraki took him in.
“Why? That’s stupid.” You retort, obnoxious as you try to hide your dolls as if he even wanted them.
“Because if I don’t break it, then how is it even really mine?”
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I hope you enjoyed this piece! It was very self indulgent if I’m being honest~
#dark shiggy material#tw: noncon#tw: violence#tw: dark content#tw: cult#Tenko bnha#mha Tenko#Tenko Shigaraki#quirkless AU#Cult Leader Tenko#Cult Leader Shigaraki#Shigaraki Tomura x reader#Tenko Shimura x reader#Yandere Shigaraki Tomura#yandere tenko shimura#yandere shigaraki tomura smut#yandere shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki tomura smut#mha tomura smut#bnha tomura smut#dark tomura shigaraki#bnha smut#mha smut
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Gold moments of My Villain Academia:
Fire vs Ice cousins battle aka that one time Dabi and Geten unknowingly had a fight over who had been most used and traumatized by their father figures.
Toga dropped a reporter from the sky to kill her because the woman was trying to turn her into a martyr for media narrative. Bonus because she did it with her crush's power <3 who says romance is dead.
Gamer boy has endless beef with politicians and racists cults, recruits his friends to do something about it and they end up taking over their resources and houses.
The Meta Liberation Army fucking it up by fixing Twice's biggest trauma in the worst way possible. It's like throwing or hitting the local printer and it starts to work like crazy.
CEO gets defeated by the biggest losers ever and becomes enamoured with their hot mess of a leader. Cringefail conquers, I guess.
THE SIDE EYES OF THE LEAGUE WHEN TOMURA WAS REVEALING PART OF WHY HE IS SO UNHINGED WKDBJDBDNDNDND
Giran was an absolute show, I miss him so so much, bnha give me back Giran.
Tomura defeating a business man powered by stress (not kidding that's literally his quirk) by being so mentally unwell everyone was left with a wtf face.
THE BIG VILLAINS BEING CAPITALISM!!!!!! CEO, head of a media platform, politician, that one techguy, nepobaby... You name it.
On a serious note, Tomura Shigaraki's part are some of the best chapters in bnha and no one can deny it. Tenko's story and how AFO turned into into Tomura...
Moral of the story is death to racism, go and traumatize capitalism back, being insane also pays off and if your boss is a good boss, he'll find a way to pay for that sushi night.
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#league of villains#lov#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#my villain academia#mva
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It's so weird to me that a lot of Shigaraki/LOV fans somehow overlooked and didn't get the fact that chapter 237 was all about AFO convincing Tenko that he has an innate desire to destroy and kill due to his quirk, and that this is why society would never save or accept someone like him (but he would). That THIS is why he believes that he wanted to kill his family, since he must've had that impluse when he destroyed them.
'It's more ReDestro/MLA stuff' - oh, I wonder who could ReDestro possibly be a parallel to? A child who was brainwashed into being a future cult leader and was raised to be the next coming of a great villain of old?
Forget ReDestro, think about ERI. ERI, who is the most blatant, clearest, closest parallel to Shigaraki a character can get. Remember why exactly it was so hard to rescue her? Why Deku and Mirio had to convince her that she deserved to be saved? Because Overhaul taught her that her quirk was cursed, and she was cursed for being born with that quirk.
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AND FINALLY, the second+final batch of V3 redesigns. see the first batch here!
this really took me a lot longer than the first half, since the first was more spontaneous! but i had a lot of fun with these!
design details/thoughts below the cut
rantaro:
- amami was actually a little hard for me-- it was difficult to find a balance of his casual but mysterious nature while also hinting to his true talent as the ult adventurer.
- i gave him a ponytail, because i think it looks cute, and makes him look more active! as well as the heavy-duty boots that are good for walking long distances and rough terrain
- his blue shirt is now a tank top, but i put a summer-uniform button up on top to show that he’s still a high school student.
gonta:
- i gave him a ponytail, because why not! i put little stray leaves in his hair, to show that he’s a very active boy who isn’t afraid to get a little dirty in mud and twigs and leaves. the braid and ponytail he has in his hair is held together by a little vine acting as a hairband.
- i took away his blazer and gave him a vest, rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, because once again hes not afraid to get his hands dirtied, but he’s still a gentleman, and gentleman keep their clothes clean. which ties into...
- the shorts! i mostly gave gonta shorts because i think he’d prefer them over slacks, puts more versatility and activity into his design
angie:
- ANGIE. to understand her redesign, you have to understand that i’ve completely thrown away her racist backstory of “quirky island girl is part of a cult and is a scary manipulative religious cult leader” LMAO. thats all gone, and has been replaced with... well, im not gonna give too much away, but she’s now officially a Christian of very strong faith, but her entire personality isnt “CRAZY AND EVIL RELIGIOUS GIRL”
- i decided to give her the appearance of a gentle, good-natured girl. the white pearls she wears around her neck and ankle signifies her innocent side, side by side with the more handmade jewelry of the shell necklace and bracelet. she’s also wearing a promise ring, to show she’s made an oath to show commitment to her faith in God
- i added more blue and LESS yellow to her design. her canon yellow coat isnt bad design really, but i kinda find it ugly anyway. now its replaced with a loose and flowy yellow blouse. i shortened her pigtails because ... i dont know, it feels like too many girls in V3 have long pigtails (maki, tenko, angie) so i gave her cute little ones
tenko:
- i kept the general SHAPE of her shirt, i removed the seifuku elements entirely to make it appear like it’s an overlaying uniform-shirt that she can quickly get on and off. dont worry though, she’s wearing a sports tank top underneath. and of course, i gave her pants practical for martial arts but kept the frilly element from her skirt
- rolled up her sleeves because she deserves to show off her toned arms to the ladies as well as just flex (literally and figuratively) on anyone who looks at her
- once again, i was bored of all the pigtails in V3, so tenko gets a loopy ponytail now
- as cute as i think tenko’s pinwheel is, it’s also just kind of stupid looking and i dont get how it works, so it’s more of a patterned green ribbon/cloth thats holding up her ponytail
hoshi:
- i took one look at hoshi and thought “hooooooow am i gonna start with you” but i think he came out pretty good. i basically made him MORE of a catboy than he is in canon, which i think he’d like
- his hair is visible, and they purposefully resemble the face tufts of a fluffy cat. meow!
- got rid of the fullbody blue/black prison onesie in favor of giving him some baggy pants and a vest with the little puff balls! i really increased his catboy factor in almost every aspect
- changed his face because i dont really enjoy his dead fish eyes. instead i gave him dead cat eyes. youre welcome
kiibo:
- kiibo was the last one i designed because he was a huge challenge for me-- i dont really have experience in drawing robotic characters with lots of detail, genuinely i hate his canon design he literally looks like a lego guy, his torso is a stack of nonsensical geometric shapes. theres no rhyme or reason, hes not FUN to draw. so i made him fun to draw
- i started by giving him lighter colors so his entire body didnt blend in with each other because its 100% black. he has bluer, metallic accents and generally more variation in the metal on his body.
- his bottom half isn’t fully-complete, as in its not like he has actual legs-- the metal on his legs is just armor, and underneath is a black exoskeleton. this is why hes so weak and unable to carry heavy objects or people. his foundation isnt solidified.
tsumugi:
- tsumugi, tsumugi, tsumugi... yeah, i like her canon design. but wow, danganronpa character designers are obsessed with generic high shool uniforms. i wanted to make tsumugis outfit feel like she grabbed it out of her closet. it showcases just how “plain” she thinks she is
- added more orange into her palette, just a splash here and there to give her more variety, since shes mainly just blue and white in canon
- ONCE WE GET TO HER HANDS, however, is where her personality and passions shine through. she wears a bracelet pin cushion because she’s always prepared, and on her other hand she has an artist glove, because she obviously draws too, and likely designs her cosplans on paper before getting into it. i also gave her colorful finger reminders (based off jade harley) because she always has so much going on in her mind, so much she wants to talk about, she puts little reminders for herself to bring them up later.
- she wants to be sayaka 2.0 so bad it makes her look stupid
kirumi:
- yeah, she stumped me for a while. to be honest, i dont like maid outfits that much, so it took me a long time to even *want* to think of a redesign for her...
- and then i remembered, she can easily just wear a butler uniform. i think it suits her VERY well, she’s quite handsome! and i think tsumugi would make endless kuroshitsuji references bc of her
- the spider pattern on the inside of her coat is there in place of the web that was just kind of... slapped onto her dress twice without much fanfare
- its a small change, but i also made her hair look less.. uneven, and more well-kept. her bangs being longer than the back of her hair always bothered me
- she had the same issue as kiibo IMO where she looked too plain and too black and white, it made her blend into the background for me. its not like oumas black-and-white where it serves a thematic+narrative purpose.
#danganronpa#danganronpa v3#new danganronpa v3#ndrv3#v3#rantaro amami#tenko chabashira#gonta gokuhara#kirumi tojo#ryoma hoshi#angie yonaga#tsumugi shirogane#kiibo#k1-b0#keebo#villainous art#mine#redesign#danganronpa redesign
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AOI ASAHINA — Ultimate Swimming Pro
MUKURO IKUSABA — Ultimate Soldier
KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU — Ultimate Moral Compass
JUNKO ENOSHIMA — Ultimate Fashionista
SAKURA OGAMI — Ultimate Martial Artist
MONDO OWADA — Ultimate Biker Gang Leader
KYOKO KIRIGIRI — Ultimate Detective
LEON KUWATA — Ultimate Baseball Star
CELESTIA LUDENBERG — Ultimate Gambler
BYAKUYA TOGAMI — Ultimate Affluent Progeny
MAKOTO NAEGI — Ultimate Lucky Student
YASUHIRO HAGAKURE — Ultimate Clairvoyant
TOKO FUKAWA — Ultimate Writing Prodigy
CHIHIRO FUJISAKI — Ultimate Programmer
SAYAKA MAIZONO — Ultimate Pop Sensation
HIFUMI YAMADA — Ultimate Fanfic Writer
AKANE OWARI — Ultimate Despair Gymnast
FUYUHIKO KUZURYU — Ultimate Despair Yakuza
MAHIRU KOIZUMI — Ultimate Despair Photographer
NAGITO KOMAEDA — Ultimate Despair Lucky Student
HIYOKO SAIONJI — Ultimate Despair Traditional Dancer
KAZUICHI SOUDA — Ultimate Despair Mechanic
SONIA NEVERMIND — Ultimate Despair Princess
GUNDHAM TANAKA — Ultimate Despair Breeder
MIKAN TSUMIKI — Ultimate Despair Nurse
ULTIMATE IMPOSTOR — Ultimate Despair Impostor
CHIAKI NANAMI — Former Ultimate Gamer
NEKOMARU NIDAI — Ultimate Despair Team Manager
TERUTERU HANAMURA — Ultimate Despair Chef
IZURU KAMUKURA — Ultimate Hope
PEKO PEKOYAMA — Ultimate Despair Swordswoman
IBUKI MIODA — Ultimate Despair Musician
KOMARU NAEGI — Makoto's Protag Little Sister
TOKO FUKAWA — Ultimate Writing Prodigy
MONACA TOWA — Li'l Ultimate Homeroom
HAIJI TOWA — Monaca's Despicable Half Brother
NAGISA SHINGETSU — Li'l Ultimate Social Studies
KOTOKO UTSUGI — Li'l Ultimate Drama
MASARU DAIMON — Li'l Ultimate P.E.
JATARO KEMURI — Li'l Ultimate Art
HIROKO HAGAKURE — Yasuhiro's Chill Mother
YUTA ASAHINA — Aoi's Track Star Brother
TAICHI FUJISAKI — Chihiro's Concerned Father
KANON NAKAJIMA — Leon's Loving Cousin
AKANE OWARI — Ultimate Gymnast
FUYUHIKO KUZURYU — Ultimate Yakuza
MAHIRU KOIZUMI — Ultimate Photographer
NAGITO KOMAEDA — Ultimate Lucky Student
HIYOKO SAIONJI — Ultimate Traditional Dancer
KAZUICHI SOUDA — Ultimate Mechanic
SONIA NEVERMIND — Ultimate Princess
GUNDHAM TANAKA — Ultimate Breeder
MIKAN TSUMIKI — Ultimate Nurse
ULTIMATE IMPOSTOR — Ultimate Impostor
CHIAKI NANAMI — Ultimate AI Gamer
NEKOMARU NIDAI — Ultimate Team Manager
TERUTERU HANAMURA — Ultimate Chef
HAJIME HINATA — Reserve Course Student
PEKO PEKOYAMA — Ultimate Swordswoman
IBUKI MIODA — Ultimate Musician
KAEDE AKAMATSU — Faithless Harmony
RANTARO AMAMI — The Schemer
MIU IRUMA — Gyaru Princess
KOKICHI OUMA — Faceless Nobody
KIIBO IDABASHI — Robotically Artificial
GONTA GOKUHARA — Gentle Giant
SHUICHI SAIHARA — Ultimate Detective Wannabe
TSUMUGI SHIROGANE — Not The Imposter
KOREKIYO SHINGUJI — Masked Compromise
TENKO CHABASHIRA — Girly Pop
KIRUMI TOJO — Elegance And Grace
MAKI HARUKAWA — Child Caregiver
RYOMA HOSHI — Dead Inside
KAITO MOMOTA — Energentic Restlessness
HIMIKO YUMENO — Uninterested Introvert
ANGIE YONAGA — Cult Leader In The Making
KAEDE AKAMATSU — Ultimate Pianist
RANTARO AMAMI — Ultimate Adventurer
MIU IRUMA — Ultimate Inventor
KOKICHI OUMA — Ultimate Supreme Leader
K1-B0 — Ultimate Robot
GONTA GOKUHARA — Ultimate Entomologist
SHUICHI SAIHARA — Ultimate Detective
TSUMUGI SHIROGANE — Ultimate Cosplayer
KOREKIYO SHINGUJI — Ultimate Anthropologist
TENKO CHABASHIRA — Ultimate Aikido Master
KIRUMI TOJO — Ultimate Maid
MAKI HARUKAWA — Ultimate Assassin
RYOMA HOSHI — Ultimate Tennis Pro
KAITO MOMOTA — Ultimate Astronaut
HIMIKO YUMENO — Ultimate Magician
ANGIE YONAGA — Ultimate Artist
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We've talked about Angie. Now it's time to talk some more about Tenko's character arc.
As previously noted, 3-3 sees the inexplicable happen: Tenko, of all people, converted to Angie's side as a member of the Student Council.
This is a truly bizarre 180 on the face of it, given that 3-2 saw Angie and Tenko competing to be Himiko's coping mechanism (with Angie decisively winning). Tenko hates Angie. She haaaaaates Angie. Why is she suddenly so gung-ho about the Atua cult?
You might be inclined to assume that she's just doing it to get to Himiko. That might seem like the obvious assumption.
Because it's correct. Of course that's what she's doing. Sometimes the simplest answer is the right one.
Nope, this is Tenko vs. Angie, Round 2. She's just being more subversive about it. She's recognized that Angie won over Himiko and is attempting to work within the new status quo to try and reach what she's wanted from the start: Himiko's affection.
Though she still doesn't really get Himiko.
That's. Uh. Wow, Tenko. That is a hell of a way to describe
Yep, that sure looks like laziness, is all that is! (Also, hi, Director in the background! Isn't your show great?)
Tenko is right about Angie being dangerous, but for the wrong reasons. Himiko isn't "too lazy to think for herself"; She's suicidally traumatized. Angie took advantage of that vulnerability to rope her into a belief system that offers a veneer of security against the horror of the Killing Game.
Tenko understands the basic gist of it, that Angie is so far up her own ass that she's a threat to others. But her understanding falters when it comes to Himiko. Much as it always has.
This is Tenko's tragedy, in the classical sense of a protagonist undone by their own personal flaws. Tenko likes Himiko. She wants to be Himiko's girlfriend. But she doesn't really know Himiko, because she never stops talking and actually listens to Himiko. She's too busy doing shit like this.
And then getting confused when Himiko resents her for it and retreats more and more into Angie's following. She just doesn't understand who Himiko is as a person, or what she needs.
But this is also Himiko's tragedy, in the sense of something heartbreaking and depressing. Because Himiko's trauma and terror has driven her under the sway of a cult leader, and that's where 3-3 reframes the triangle between Tenko, Himiko, and Angie.
Tenko wanted to be Himiko's coping mechanism, but her inadequacies made that impossible. Now, as she sees Himiko fall more and more under Angie's sway, she wants to be Himiko's savior. But those same inadequacies are still there, still getting in her way.
Because she just doesn't get Himiko, she even crosses the line.
Oh, you've fucked up now.
So far as the Tenko - Himiko - Angie coping triangle goes, this is pretty much the peak of the tension. Something has to give. One of the ropes is about to snap.
<.< Well. I say "one" but. Well.
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Yeah...I guess a lot of it does make sense.
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I figured, if you were looking for alternatives, you’d want to ask their ancestors for advice.
Of course...there are details about everyone’s lives that don’t play out how we’d wish. I’ll get to that.
What’s interesting to me isn’t just the fact that everyone in Season 53 is related to you and the others. It’s the fact that, as we were talking about before, the fake personalities they gave everyone seem like they were meant as deliberate insults toward their families.
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Yeah...how, exactly?
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“Akamatsu Kaede- or rather, Erika with altered memories- was presented as an ideal; a heroic, friendly, outspoken leader. She was trying to be the one who carried everyone forward and rally them together...only for it to come crashing down and for her to be executed first.”
“Saihara Shuichi was a soft-spoken, withdrawn detective who hated his talent, but who was meant to be serve as the everyman. The person to whom the audience was meant to relate, with two close friends and with a dead girlfriend to serve as his inspiration.”
“Momota Kaito, my grandson, was also presented as this inspiring figure, the best friend who would never give up on anyone. Someone who Saihara could look up to. But he was also deliberately infected with a lethal disease, and was slowly dying throughout the game.”
“Harukawa Maki was made into an orphan who was taken in by the Holy Salvation Society, and turned into a killing machine. Cold, aloof, borderline heartless, with nothing to return to. But of course, her world is made brighter thanks to her love for Kaito.”
“Tojo Kirumi, who became this seemingly unflappable, hyper-competent maid. Someone who was able to accomplish any task, to the point that, when it seemed Japan was facing a crisis, she was made the de facto Prime Minister. A motive that drove her to commit murder in a utilitarian mindset, but all in vain”
“Hoshi Ryoma, who was made into a death row inmate. A young man who’d crossed paths with the yakuza, who murdered his family and his lover, and who in turn slaughtered them all with a steel tennis ball. Someone who felt he had nothing to live for, and just when he found a new sense of hope, it was taken from him.”
“Yonaga Angie, turned into a religious fanatic who attempted to form a cult within the academy and force everyone to reject escape. Disturbingly cheerful, from a mysterious island with inexplicable customs and practices, including brainwashing, blood sacrifices and orgies.”
“Chabashira Tenko, made into an aggressively volatile misandrist, one who was obsessed with Yumeno Himiko, and who actively hated and insulted men at every opportunity. Not to mention she didn’t even practice a real form of Aikido, but some nonsensical version, which felt like the setup for a bad punchline.”
“Shinguji Korekiyo, an anthropologist on the surface, but twisted into some delusional serial killer who believed that he had a personal mission to send his dead sister- whom he was involved with- 100 friends. One he set out to accomplish by murdering women, including Yonaga and Chabashira.”
“Iruma Miu, a genius inventor whose tools contributed to ending the game, but also arrogant, aggressive, brash, hypersexualized and yet quite cowardly when anyone stands up to her. So much of her dialogue was vulgar insults and sexualized comments that it’s impossible to keep track.”
“Gokuhara Gonta. A kind-hearted man who was clearly more intelligent than he let on, but who was made into something of a simple-minded fool. Their explanation was that he’d be raised in the woods for 10 years by dinosaur people, which...need I say more?”
“Ouma Kokichi, turned into a self-confessed villainous mastermind. Someone who seemingly had the skills necessary to manipulate and out-think everyone, and who used them for his own amusement or to sow discord in the game. And nothing he said could be trusted, given how often he lied about everything.”
“And K1B0, who was repurposed to become the eyes and ears of the audience. A means for them to interact with the story directly and make decisions of their own. One that ultimately meant very little, given that he was simply a tool for Shirogane and Team Danganronpa. Still, had it not been for him, the survivors likely wouldn’t have escaped.”
In different ways, I can’t help but feel that these personalities were all meant to be shots taken at their ancestors, like you and me.
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This woman’s petty as hell, isn’t she?
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Yes, but that’s the strange thing: why Omigawa, Amami and Yumeno? What do they have to do with this?
And what reasons would Shirogane have for targeting the descendants of people like Ouma Kasumi and Yonaga Mio? They had nothing to do with your missions.
I feel that she overplayed her hand with this. There may be context clues for to figure out why they were included.
#danganronpa#nwpm#neo world program monitor#sdr2#super danganronpa 2#v3#danganronpa v3#Hajime Hinata#Sunako Inoue#a student out of time#DR#The Price of Fate arc
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doing another v3 talentswap, but instead of a randomizer this time i swapped them with whoever they’re directly across in the trial circle!
shuichi - rantaro
survivor shuichi is making me INSANE. yes obviously it’s very angsty but i can’t stop thinking about the absolute chaos that would come from having fully-snapped ch6 shuichi from the beginning. the snark...
detective rantaro makes me sad because i can SEE exactly what that would be like. he’s not a real detective, only an apprentice - a real detective would be able to solve a simple missing person’s case, right?
kaito - gonta
entomologist kaito changes almost nothing about him but GOD you know that bug coat would be sick as hell.
astronaut gonta has several different directions it could go in,,,either someone accidentally left him on a space station and he was raised by aliens, or he’s a genius being pushed by his wealthy family to conquer the final frontier. either way his is full of So Many space facts and has no idea why people are terrified when he shares them!! insect meet n greet but he just sits everyone down and forcibly explains how space can boil and freeze your blood at the same time...
kirumi - kaede
pianist kirumi would be interesting bc i think without her maid duties she wouldn’t interact with her classmates much - she’s a very withdrawn person. which is concerning because she’s such a workaholic...pls let one of her classmates notice she’s been at that piano for twelve hours.
maid kaede would be very cute!! she keeps her motivation of wanting to see people smile, she just does it in a more direct way. i do worry that the implied bullying she faced in canon would be much worse if she had a service-based talent, though.....
ryoma - himiko
magician ryoma, hmm...we’ll go for a slightly less tragic backstory than canon and say he stopped performing after his cat assistant was killed.
tennis pro himiko just makes me laugh. she falls asleep on the court and still wins somehow.
maki - kokichi
leader maki didn’t want to be a leader - she smelled trouble at her orphanage and decided to get as many kids as possible out, including her right-hand woman who she is Most Definitely Not Gay For. she’s not in charge, definitely! she’s just the only one with any braincells around here, geez...
assassin kokichi...actually no fuck that. this would not happen. he would 100% find a way to kill himself rather than go along with the cult, that’s what makes maki and him foils - she would rather kill than die, he’d rather die than kill. for the sake of the talentswap, i’ll say that he’s ACTUALLY the shsl child caregiver, and give the assassin talent to pianist kirumi (she deserves some elegant murder i think). he owns a clown-themed daycare where he gives kids the love he never got and he is HAPPY >:(
angie - tenko
aikido pro angie is funny because that girl is a STICK. what is her 90-pound ass gonna do?? <- words of someone about to experience the wrath of god apparently
i’ve talked about artist tenko before and i still really like it!! emotional artist QUEEN we stan.
korekiyo - kiibo
robot korekiyo...i have nothing. separating The Humanity Guy from humanity is so fundamentally strange. bet he’s super weird tho, keeps asking people what it’s like to be made of blood.
anthropologist kiibo is my FAVORITE i’ve talked about it probably too much. he is very small and trying his best.
tsumugi - miu
inventor tsumugi is horrifying because my first thought was “one thousand monokubs” and that was so frightening now i can’t come up with any other concepts.
we all know what cosplayer miu would be like. i don’t need to explain that to you. it DOES make her love of kids shows funnier tho. infamous Horny Weeb secretly loves adorable children’s cartoons, more at 6.
circle under the cut!
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Public/private knowledge: Pokémon verse
Public Knowledge ( information everyone can know )
There is no public information about his existence. The closest are stories that span hundreds if not thousands of years, passed down from one generation to another in civilizations the world over. Some are good, a traveler from a distant land with riches and tales to tell. Others refer to the traveler as an omen, the shadow of death, for it always seems to follow where he goes. Devastation soon to come if you happen to ever cross his path. He may very well be Death personified, and many have come to view him as such.
Semi-Private Knowledge ( information that only a few select people/groups know )
He’s a mostly-anonymous benefactor to many institutions around the world, including that of the academy in Paldea and Team Cipher. He considers it a small price to pay for potential recruits, and it gives him unprecedented leverage should he ever need something from them.
Even the International Police are not certain of the existence of this man. They don’t even have a true name to pin him down by. But they do have a case file that’s long been abandoned, considered cursed and unable to be assigned to an agent ever again. It’s gotten over eight of them killed and counting so far, and the number only grows when one looks into those poor souls’ families as well.
The file refers only to a leader of a group referred to as Infernal. There are descriptions of what he may look like, but still it’s puzzling, given the number of years that his reign seems to have spanned. Their best guess is that it’s an alias, or a title, passed down from one leader to another. That they base themselves off the mysterious traveler of folklore, enchanted by the idea of having such influence, and being simultaneously so admired and feared.
There appears to be a connection between this case and that of the Shimura family murders, a case that rocked Kanto a good 12 years ago and has still yet to be solved. The family of the last agent to ever be assigned to Infernal’s case, brutally butchered years down the line. Nana Shimura’s living son, his wife, his in-laws, and his young daughter...even their house and their dog destroyed to the point that it was difficult to identify any of them. The biggest question left from it, beyond the identity and motive of whoever was responsible...is that of what happened to the youngest, Nana’s grandson Tenko. He was only 5 years old at the time, and there were rumors of abuse going on within the household, but even that doesn’t seem to explain his complete disappearance in the aftermath of the killings. There’s speculation that he was abducted by the perpetrator, but even that has never been able to be proven one way or another.
Private Knowledge ( information that only a couple people closest to him know )
Ichirō is the leader of Team Infernal, a cult that is obsessed with the very concept of death and what it means to truly live. At their core, they believe that life is meant as a cosmic punishment, that one is here to learn a lesson before being allowed to return back to the stars from whence everyone came. But through the centuries, and as centuries turned into millennia, he’s become thoroughly convinced that the gods have been mistaken in this. That he knows better who has earned their salvation and who has not, and they should not be waiting around for judgement from these beings that do not truly understand it. He is the judge, jury, and executioner. The immortal one that was born to bear this burden, trapped here and given the opportunity to cast others back...and that once this task has been completed in its entirety, he will be able to cast even himself aside and ascend to take his rightful place amongst the stars.
He was originally a member of the Celestica, born in ancient Hisui before their fall. It’s here that he first became acquainted with the likes of Giratina, and it’s here that he fell under his curse. Roaming the world forevermore, unable to return to his people, and unable to bring them back as well.
He had a younger brother, once upon a time. But Yoichi rejected him and his ideals, and has long since passed on to the rest of their people.
Technically speaking, he has two children. One by way of “adoption,” Tomura, who he has grand plans for. And one biologically, who he is still waiting to see what potential the boy might hold. There’s something...different about Izuku, and he’s chosen to keep his distance and fund the child’s education while he observes what extraordinary powers he may or may not possess.
There’s another asset as his disposal that, legally speaking, has long been considered dead. Once known as Ryuji, and now known only as Akuma, he’s been cybernetically enhanced and his memories wiped in order to turn him into a far more perfect weapon. Cursed with artificial immortality, in a mockery of his own predicament, in order to punish the man for ever daring to defy him.
Infernal has many acolytes that travel the world in order to spread their good word, searching for the most vulnerable among them that may be susceptible to it. Those desperate for a meaning to their lives and a place to belong. They have that to offer and so much more, and one needn’t even commit any crimes in the process. He is a very kind and generous man when he wishes to be, and that much, is not exactly a lie.
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Ask and you shall receive!
I saw the reblog on thelemoncoffee's post about the wheel of fate and I thought I'd pitch in to soothe your curiosity. You're welcome.
I don't know if you want the wheel of fates for THH and SDR2, so for now, voila! DRV3.
Chapter 1 Victim: Ryoma Hoshi, Ultimate Tennis Pro
Chapter 1 Blackened: Kirumi Tojo, Ultimate Maid
Very in-character... because this already happened in canon. With the First Blood Perk too, that's a bonus. Makes me wonder if Kirumi's gonna be a more important character now that "she made it back to the outside world." (spoilers: she died). Maybe this case'll pop up again in Trial 6 or something to clue em in?
Chapter 2 Victim: Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Anthropologist
Chapter 2 Blackened: Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Entomologist
Now this... I'm assuming Gonta got his hands on Shinguji's motive video. What could possibly be part of his video, I have no clue. But I'm assuming it reveals the fact that he's a serial killer of women. Gonta goes Chapter 4 upon learning that. We all know how that ends.
Chapter 3 First Victim: Miu Iruma, Ultimate Inventor
Chapter 3 Second Victim: Kaede Akamatsu, Ultimate Pianist
Chapter 3 Blackened: Maki Harukawa, Ultimate "Child Caregiver" (Assassin)
OhoHO. With the motive being the Necronomicon, this is actually pretty fitting, given Maki was trained to be an assassin as a part of a cult that hid behind religion. This'll require some twisting of character, but perhaps Maki, instead of ignoring it, came to listen to the cult. She genuinely believes in the god the cult came up with, and thus things like the Necronomicon, making her a bit. Crazier than canon. Don't know who she wanted to raise from the dead and why or why she chose a double murder or why it was these two specifically though.
Chapter 4 Victim: Tenko Chabashira, Ultimate Aikido Master
Chapter 4 Blackened: Kaito Momota, Ultimate Astronaut
Nekomaru vs Gundham vibes tbh. Since Angie's still alive, I can see her and Ouma being at odds with each other a lot. I say this because it's definitely connected, this is literally two of their biggest haters.
Chapter 5 Victim: Angie Yonaga, Ultimate Artist
Chapter 5 Blackened: Himiko Yumeno, Ultimate Magician
Also because of this. The traffic lights trio get a hell of a lot more screen time here huh. I see people be disappointed that Angie never got character development, but it seems here she just went on a downward spiral. Himiko might've been dragged down with her unfortunately, acting as obsessive towards Angie the same way Tenko acts towards her, if not more, depending on how messed up you wanna take this. As a Yonameno shipper, ouch. But also Himiko as the Chapter 5 blackened imo is just chefs kiss and wow Angie really did take over Ouma's role as antag huh. Or maybe they're both main antags and we just have two.
Chapter 6 Mastermind: Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective
Chapter 6 Sacrifice: Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Cosplayer
Ah yes. The classic mastermind that 95% of the DRV3 fandom wished for and never got. This is where shit gets real funky considering the amount of sheer AUs out there, but for the sake of simplicity let's just stick to the idea that this is a TV show and they all signed up for it among other stuff. Tsumugi as the sacrifice... well, if she and Rantaro had a good relationship throughout and she acted as his support, oh boy that's kinda depressing. But if she was like. The third rival (jfc so many ANTAGS in this game) cuz this is Tsumugi we're talking about, she definitely played traitor and just wants to get to the 54th killing game already.
Survivors:
•K1-B0, Ultimate Robot
•Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader
•Rantaro Amami, Ultimate ??? (Adventurer/Survivor)
This trio... ok so Ouma actually gets to face what he's done instead of dying. That's pretty nice. Kiibo survives like he was supposed to in canon goddammit. Amami'll finally reach his full potential, bless. As the Ultimate Survivor, I really do wonder whether he'll ever remember his past games or not... Who knows, maybe he was a graduate blackened in a past game and antag Tsumugi/Saihara spilled those beans to stir shit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
And that's a wrap! I know I came out of nowhere, but I was ready to rant about this as much as you were begging to know more. I gladly took the chance. Try for the opportunity.
Oh wow, this is neat! For Maki’s chapter, maybe she targeted Miu due to personal dislike, but Kaede walked in on her with the body, so she had to kill her to keep her quiet?
(And I would actually like the THH and SDR2 wheels of fate, I was curious about those too.)
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Basically in this AU the whole "Killing game" thing doesn't happen and instead they have Stands. One day Makoto realizes Toko and Komaru are dating and since he is a bit worried that Toko might hurt Komaru because of her rough exterior he calls some detectives to make sure that nothing bad happens to her.
In that meantime Makoto meets Junko who in this universe instead of searching despair kinda becomes a cult leader to seem important and interesting and starts manipulating Makoto to join her by giving him a Stand Arrow, this at the begginin' does not work however and Makoto ignores Junko.
Up until an incident happens where it turns out the detectives where the same ones searching after Syo and in that incident seemingly kill Toko which fills Komaru with despair and makes her kys, but Toko somehow survives and now searches revenge on the one responsible for Komaru's death. Meanwhile Makoto seeing the death of his sister deciedes to ally with Junko on her plan to achieve heaven believing that if he knew what'd happen before hand none of this would happen.
In that time however Mondo who is also a Stand User stops Junko and (most) of her followers from this evil scheem due to Junko having cursed Daiya with a Stand that slowly kills him months prior.
Years have passed and now Makoto takes it upon himself to continue what Junko started, however is not gonna be easy as Mondo's daughter (in this universe being Tenko) goes after Makoto after he uses the Stand Junko gave him to read Mondo's memories in order to complete the Heaven Plan.
Now Tenko's gang have to stop Makoto before hw acomplishes his misguided attempts to "save humanity"
Woagh that is so cool
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Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony IF: REFLECTION
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VasPilB
by billet_doux64
Seventeen students have been kidnapped and forced to participate in a killing game at an unknown school. But what if one of the participants was never supposed to be there in the first place? Out of the original planned cast one was absent and one more participant was added before the show aired. The one absent was Kaede Akamatsu as she was nowhere to be seen and by the time the headmaster realized that the game had already begun.
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- Cross posted on Wattpad.
- Only a few characters are mine others were made by Kodaka Katzutaka.
Words: 2041, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage
Categories: Gen
Characters: Amami Rantaro, Chabashira Tenko, Gazō Kioka, Gokuhara Gonta, Harukawa Maki, Hoshi Ryoma, Iruma Miu, K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Momota Kaito, Myruō, Oma Kokichi, Saihara Shuichi, Shinguji Korekiyo, Shirogane Tsumugi, Tojo Kirumi, Yonaga Angie, Yumeno Himiko
Additional Tags: Everyone Has Issues, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, What-If, Original Character(s), Non-Incestuous Shinguji Korekiyo, Shinguji Korekiyo Needs a Hug, Amami Rantaro Needs a Hug, Oma Kokichi Being Oma Kokichi, Oma Kokichi Is a Little Shit, Momota Kaito Being Dumb, One-Sided Chabashira Tenko/Yumeno Himiko, Mage Himiko Yumeno, Iruma Miu Being Iruma Miu, Iruma Miu's Dirty Mouth, Poor K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Poor Life Choices, Sweet Gokuhara Gonta, Oblivious Gokuhara Gonta, Detective Saihara Shuichi, Tojo Kirumi gets a better backstory, Tired Shirogane Tsumugi, Monokumarz | Monokubs Don't Exist, Yonaga Angie doesn't come off as a cult leader, Atua is just God here
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VasPilB
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FEEL GOOD VIBEHOUSE RESIDENT DATABASE
IDENTITY LEGEND:
M - Male
F - Female
TF - Transfeminine [MtF]
TM - Transmasculine [FtM]
NB - Nonbinary
GF - Genderfluid
GEN 1 [THH]
Aoi Asahina, Ultimate Swimming Pro [F]
Byakuya Togami, Ultimate Affluent Progeny [M]
Celestia Ludenberg, Ultimate Gambler [F]
Chihiro Fujisaki, Ultimate Programmer [TF]
Hifumi Yamada, Ultimate Doujin Author [M]
Junko Enoshima, Ultimate Fashionista [F]
Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Ultimate Leader [M]
Kyoko Kirigiri, Ultimate Detective [F]
Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Baseball Star [M]
Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student [M]
Mondo Owada, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader [M]
Mukuro Ikusaba, Ultimate Soldier [F]
Sakura Ogami, Ultimate Martial Artist [F]
Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Pop Sensation [F]
Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jack, Ultimate Writing Prodigy/Ultimate Murderous Fiend [F]
Yasuhiro Hagakure, Ultimate Clairvoyant [M]
GEN 2 [GD]
Akane Owari, Ultimate Gymnast [F]
Chiaki Nanami, Ultimate Gamer [F]
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Ultimate Yakuza [M]
Gundham Tanaka, Ultimate Breeder [M]
Hajime Hinata, Ultimate Hope [M]
Hiyoko Saionji, Ultimate Traditional Dancer [F]
Ibuki Mioda, Ultimate Musician [F]
Kazuichi Soda, Ultimate Mechanic [M]
Kyosuke Munakata, Ultimate Imposter [GF]
Mahiru Koizumi, Ultimate Photographer [F]
Mikan Tsumiki, Ultimate Nurse [F]
Nagito Komaeda, Ultimate Lucky Student [M]
Nekomaru Nidai, Ultimate Team Manager [M]
Peko Pekoyama, Ultimate Swordswoman [F]
Sonia Nevermind, Ultimate Princess [F]
Teruteru Hanamura, Ultimate Cook [M]
GEN 3 [KH]
Angie Yonaga, Ultimate Artist [F]
Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Entomologist [M]
Himiko Yumeno, Ultimate Magician [F]
K1-B0, Ultimate Robot [M]
Kaede Akamatsu, Ultimate Pianist [F]
Kaito Momota, Ultimate Astronaut [M]
Kirumi Tojo, Ultimate Maid [F]
Kokichi Oma, Ultimate Supreme Leader [M]
Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Anthropologist [M]
Maki Harukawa, Ultimate Assassin [F]
Miu Iruma, Ultimate Inventor [F]
Rantaro Amami, Ultimate Adventurer [M]
Ryoma Hoshi, Ultimate Tennis Pro [M]
Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective [M]
Tenko Chabashira, Ultimate Aikido Master [F]
Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Cosplayer [F]
GEN 4 [BOM]
Chika Hashiguchi, Ultimate Hacker [F]
Chinatsu Inaba, Ultimate Impersonator [GF, but generally F]
Everett Hachimuro, Ultimate Roboticist [M]
Hachiro Kitagawa, Ultimate Conman [M]
Haruto Imai, Ultimate Doctor [M]
Itsuki Yoshida, Ultimate Bartender [M]
Kanon Kurosawa, Ultimate Historian [F]
Kazue Matsumura, Ultimate Apocalypse Survivor [F]
Mei Kuroki, Ultimate Origami Artist [F]
Rokuro Fujimori, Ultimate Cult Leader [M]
Sachiko Sakamoto, Ultimate Doll Maker [F]
Shiori Hirano, Ultimate Social Media Star [NB]
Sōta Itsunagi, Ultimate Mask Maker [M]
Takako Uesugi, Ultimate Chemist [F]
Yuuki Nakashima, Ultimate Puppeteer [F]
Yūma Yasuda, Ultimate Alternate History Writer [M]
GEN 5, I GUESS? [DRAE: UDG]
Hiroko Hagakure, Ultimate Psychic [F]
Jataro Kemuri, Ultimate Artist [M]
Komaru Naegi, Ultimate Hope [F]
Kotoko Utsugi, Ultimate Actress [F]
Masaru Daimon, Ultimate Athlete [M]
Monaca Towa, Ultimate Robot Maker [F] (KEEP WATCH OF HER AT ALL TIMES)
Nagisa Shingetsu, Ultimate Social Intellect [M]
MISC. RESIDENTS
Hikaru Asui, Ultimate Geneticist [M]
Hima Kishimoto, Ultimate Children's TV Star [F]
Milana Novikov, Ultimate Bouncer [F]
Mina Lollipop, Ultimate Exotic Dancer [F]
Takaro "Mechfist" Senjinori, Ultimate Mercenary [M]
Tomura Serizawa, Ultimate Comedian [M]
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*shoves my kny oc at ur face* appreciate her
#this is the last one i swear#shes called tenko and shes a demon#she has a cult leader gf 😌(no not douma)#kny#kny oc#art#my art#digital art#also yes I know the pose looks like shit#oh yeah shes basically discount yukako from jjba
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fun ndrv3 things :D
ignoring canon backstories and character traits because they are Wrong
#the fact that theres more than one character im talking about is Bad#korekiyo didnt need that subplot#tenko deserved character development#angie deserved better than 'the crazy cult leader'#actually scratch that the main problem is the third chapter#all in agreement that chapter 3 wasnt canon?
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Danganronpa Girls in Twisted Wonderland
yeah, it's me again with another idea that suddenly popped up in my mind. it won't have all the girls from all the games though! In case you guys like my sort of crossover, I can do a second part!
note: this post only have headcanons.
Tenko Chabashira - DRV3
How she would react being in NRC?
Honestly this would be a true nightmare for her. Like- being stuck in a school full of degenarate males? Outrageous!
When she first saw Crowley pretty much she knocked him out on the floor. ''W-Who are you?! Where is my master?! Where and why am I here you stupid male?!''
She definitely would kick the ass of pretty much most of the dorm leader and the other characters in general.
And the idiot trio would have to desperately stop Tenko to try using her Aikido skills to stop an Overblot. ''I'm pretty sure you won't be able to win against someone who uses MAGIC with your FISTS Tenko!''
Would scold de idiot trio 24/7
It would at least take 2 episodes for she slowly starts to warming up with the boys (a.k.a mostly Jack and Deuce and after being wary at first, Epel too)
Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?
Good question buddy, good question
I feel she would get along the best not with a dorm leader, but perhaps with the 1 years like Jack and Epel
Epel definitely would ask Tenko to be strong like her/practice with her. And Jack would join too because he admires her determination.
And most dorm leaders would try to avoid her as much as possible.
Angie Yonaga - DRV3
How she would react being in NRC?
Oh great! Another place to start a cult spread Atua's word!
She would be pretty chill most of the time and would try to convert as many people as possible in Atua's religion.
It won't take a while for her be seeing as a wise figure or something, after all no one can prove otherwise that she isn't talking directly to Atua.
I'm pretty sure Deuce, Kalim, Rook and Sebek would join her cult.
And maybe Riddle if she uses her almost unhuman ability to touch someone's weak point.
I feel like that after stoping an Overblot, she would try to reassuring them that ''Atua has saved us once again! Praise be to our handsome God! Nya-hahahaha!" (even If actually the reason they stopped the Overblot was because the boys beat the shit out of the overblotted one)
Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?
I believe Kalim. He is pretty naive and probably would listen and believe to everything Angie has to say
Depending on how she manipulates Kalim, Jamil would love or completely hate her.
Hiyoko Saionji - DR2
How she would react being in NRC?
She would straight up start whining and demanding to return back home. ''I don't want to stay at a school full of ugly idiots!''
Boy, she would be such a pain the ass for most of the characters. I even ask myself if she would make it out alive due to her heavy teasing and bully behavior
Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully-
Jack probably would be her personal bodyguard because of her size (even if she at the start yelled at him), and pretty much Hiyoko would take advantage of that and start crying if someone annoys her
Pretty much as Tenko, it will take quite a while until she warms up to the boys.
Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?
Believe it or not, but I think Leona. It would be an endless teasing war and as much the lion got pissed off of her behavior, he truly respects her. Mostly because she isn't afraid of face anyone who dares to mess with her. Hiyoko has guts and he simply adores that.
Secretly would be watching over her in case things get really ugly on her side.
Yeah, the Savanaclaw boys would really like her.
Celestia Lundenberg - DR1
How she would react being in NRC?
Oh my! What an awful but interesting happening! I believe Celestia would be pretty amused by the situation, as she dreams about reaching royalty and NRC do has some princes/important people
In episode 3 who needs Leona or the idiot trio? She would easily trick Azul through her manipulation and acting. But actually if Azul comes with a deal where she can get benefits from letting the students being their slaves, I believe she may leave Ace, Deuce and Grim hanging-
Would go straight feral to Crowley once she takes a look at Ramshackle Dorm. ''Pardon moi? Just WHO do you think I am to let me stay in such a DISGUSTING place?!'
I guess different from the girls above, I don't believe she would follow the main story plot completely, especially because she is more focused to achieve her dream instead of finding a way back home/ solving overblots. (TWST would really become an otome game if Celestia was the protagonist and no, you can't deny that)
Mostly she would only help people if she gets benefits to it (yeah, with that mindset she would warm up pretty quickly to the NRC environment)
Also I feel like she would pretend to be friends with Adeuce but the first opportunity she gets to meet important people, she would let them go (she is going to have character development I promise !)
Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?
Vil. That was sort of an obvious one. Vil would totally SIMP over Celestia and If I doubt would make Crowley transfer her to Pomefiore Dorm just to make her the most beautiful girl.
Celestia would pretty much be the few people who wouldn't complain about doing the tiring skincare routine Vil forces people do. She's feeling like a princess and she loves that.
yeah, I was lazy of doing more- but as I said in case you guys liked it I can part 2 (feel free to suggest which girls or even boys you prefer to appear in the DRXTWST headcanons)
#danganronpa#celestia ludenberg#hiyoko saionji#tenko chabashira#angie yonaga#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#imagine#danganronpa headcanons
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