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docochocart · 1 month

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DOCORONPA R

CHAPTER ONE

[Daily life]

Following MonoMaton's chilling announcement, things remained relatively quiet for the following week.

The group settled into their sleep-away camp environment, their stay almost beginning to resemble a vacation.

A daily routine was immediately set. The group met 3 times a day for scheduled meals, provided by Monomaton, then dispersed back into their cliques between said meals.

Drummer's cabin grew much closer throughout this week. Social Star and Bartender would gossip amongst themselves to pass time, with PT chiming in on occasion to frantically agree with Social Star.

If PT was the third wheel, that made Drummer the spare. She barely got a word in when the whole group was united.

Though she appreciated the girls' company, Drummer had found the most kinship in her passing moments with Marine Biologist.

Drummer never held her attention for long though, as she'd always quickly return to the side of Ice Skater. The two spent most of their time exploring the woods, separate from the rest of the group. Ice Skater's opinion of the group had clearly soured after she failed to secure a leadership position.

The closest thing the group had to a leader by that point was Salesman. It seemed that any activity Salesman took part in, people would follow. His care free attitude helped to keep much of the cast calm and united.

Streamer and Welder had become a menacing duo, spending their time trying to get a rise out of whoever they could. They found the most success in Trucker, often with the help of Sailor.

Sailor quickly found a stash of booze in the craft hall , begging Bartender to use her talent for "good of the group". She resisted at first, only agreeing after she was promised physical protection by him.

When Sailor wasn't with the gruesome twosome or hunting for booze, he could be found with Daredevil and Ghost Hunter. The boys had become incredibly close in their short time there, Daredevil and Streamer working hard to get Ghost Hunter out of his shell.

Cowboy and Cadet spent their days exploring the permitter, hunting for any means of escape. They did join with the gang at sundown, though Cowboy usually didn't stay long due to Welder and Streamer's shenanigans.

Rebel drifted in and out of the picture, joining the group as he pleased. While most of the group seemed to have forgotten the gravity of their situation, Rebel maintained the same caution.

A week passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. The stress of a killing game almost completely fading into the background, the cast finally began to let themselves truly unwind.

This would all change after day 7.

That morning, the group gathered for breakfast as they always did. Each student slowly trickled in, with Rebel being the last to sit for his meal.

After the class had all gathered and began eating, Salesman rose with a proposition: a beach day.

He suggested the whole class take a trip down to the lake for moral, and surprisingly most of the cast agreed. The only nay-sayers being Ice Skater, Rebel and Trucker.

After minimal peer pressure Trucker caved and agreed to join. He was shortly followed by Ice Skater, seemingly to separate herself from Rebel.

With Rebel being the only hold out Salesman moved on with the plans, beginning to discuss what food and supplies they should bring.

To the surprise of everybody but Salesman, Rebel began chiming in about what should be brought. And suddenly it seemed the whole group was in for a day trip to the beach.

The group dispersed after agreeing to meet by the lake at sunset.

Drummer attempted to get a word in with Marine Biologist on their way out, only to be completely ignored in leu of Ice Skater's brooding.

Drummer headed back to the cabin, her new friends continuing to interrupt any attempt she made to chime in.

Slowly, the idea of a lake trip began to appeal less and less to her. Eventually she silently decided to bow out of the plans, secretly hoping some others would do the same.

The day passed, and the girls of cabin 1 got completely dressed and ready for their beach trip without noticing Drummer wasn't doing the same.

They only questioned if she was joining them at the door, where she quietly said she'd pass with minimal backlash.

The girls left, and Drummer solemnly lied back down for a nap.

...

A hand gently tapped Drummer's shoulder, her eye's fluttering open. Her eyes focused in on Salesman, who stood above her in his beach attire. Personal Trainer stood silently behind him, tiredly staring at Drummer.

Salesman asked why she hadn't attended the beach day, Drummer attempting to skirt the question and go back to sleep.Salesman continued pressing the issue. Leaning in with his care free smirk, his chilling eye contact quickly broke her down.

Panicking at the passive aggressive confrontation, Drummer cautiously agreed to join in on the "fun".

The three traveled back to the beach finding a beautiful summer scene awaiting them.

As the group enjoyed their secluded summer evening, a dreadfully sweet voice boomed through the air.

The campers heads spun towards the trees, where hidden speakers sprawled throughout the camp blared a message from MonoMaton. His statement was clear, all campers were to meet back at the cabins immediately or face sudden death.

Panic shot through the crowd, quickly being quelled by a firm order from Cowboy to follow the plushies demands.

Following these orders, the cast headed back toward the base camp.

....

The cast arrived to an odd scene of several MonoMatons setting up what seemed to be a projection system. A massive silver screen had been draped, with cheap lawn chairs strewn about for the campers to claim.

Once their crude theater was properly constructed, MonoMaton cheerily announced a movie night.

The cast attempted to chime in, but the plushie refused any questions on what they would be viewing.

The cast took their seats around the screen as MonoMaton inserted an unmarked disc. The screen flashed on, the image Drummer's family spread across the massive screen.

Tears in her eyes, her mother begged for the release of her daughter. Before her statement could be completed, the screen cut to another family giving a similar tearful message.

The group stayed silent, wide eyes glued to the screen as family after family begged for their safe return. The brief mentions of ransom money and a foreign terrorist cell caught the groups attention, feeding into the gravity of their situation.

After sixteen heart-wrenching clips of friends and family, the screen cut to black. White text scrawled across the black canvas, "Eat or be eaten".

The group stood silent, shocked by what they'd just been shown.

Welder cut him off with a guttural cry, launching themselves towards MonoMaton in a fury. Before they could reach the stuffed sheep, Cowboy intercepted them, warning Welder to calm down before they got hurt with a low tremble in his voice.

Welder struggled in his arms, screaming profanities into the crowd. The cast watched on in shock as their camp's most laid back member unraveled before their eyes.

Before others could join in the panic, Ice Skater stepped up toward the front of the group.

She spoke with gravitas and efficiency, announcing that this group would devolve into chaos with no leader.

Immediately appointing herself as said leader, she announced a mandatory curfew for the group to follow.

While campers like Rebel and Trucker were clearly scuffed by the idea of having to take orders from Ice Skater, they chose to bite their tongues given the situation.

With the sun setting around them, she ordered the cast back to their cabins. In a state of shock, the cast shuffled back to their beds. Few more words were spoken that night.

...

After hours of tossing and turning, Drummer had given up on sleeping that night. Rising from from her bunk, she quietly snuck out the cabin door, making her way to the Food Hall for a late night beverage.

On her walk back, she heard a rustle in the trees, as if something approaching from the woods nearby.

Ducking behind a cabin, Drummer watched as Marine Biologist came sprinting from the trees, panic in her eyes.

Drummer cautiously stepped out, drawn to help the distressed girl. She slowly moved forward until Marine Biologist finally took notice of her, silently motioning her closer.

Marine Biologist, out of breath, took Drummer by the hand, whispering that she saw something suspicious happening at the archery range.

The cautiously girls made their way over, exchanging nothing but fearful glances on the trek to the scene.

Eventually settling behind a tree on the far side of the range, the girls peeked through the foliage. 50 feet in front of them, Cowboy and Welder stood in the in the moonlight, each armed with a bow and arrow.

They silently watched as the two had a midnight target practice, Marine Biologist nervously clinging to Drummers sleeve.

The girls silently left the scene, breaking into a sprint when they knew they were out of earshot. They quickly reached their respective cabins, barely acknowledging each other as they departed.

Adrenaline pumping through her veins, Drummer tucked herself in for a long night of tossing and turning.

...

After what must of been one hour of sleep, Drummer was shook awake bright and early for breakfast by Personal Trainer.

She attempted to turn down the invite with no avail, the girls saying they wouldn't let her stay here alone. Knowing that they were probably right, she joined them on their walk over to the craft hall.

Most of the group had already settled in and begun eating when the girls arrived, minus the usual outliers.

Drummers froze, her eyes darting around the room in fear as the events of last night came rushing back to her. She noted Cowboy and Welder had both already arrived, sitting on complete opposite sides of the room.

Her eyes traveled further back, meeting the troubled gaze of Marine Biologist. The girl helplessly stared at Drummer with Ice Skater silently eating next to her.

Marine Biologist excused herself, shyly trotting her way across the dining room to Drummer, to the clear ire of Ice Skater.

She sheepishly pulled drummer out of the exit and onto the porch of the dining hall, where the two shared a brief and quiet dialogue on what they saw.

Marine Biologist frantically questioned if Drummer had told anybody, breathing a sigh of relief after being told no.

She held out a pinky, pleading for Drummer to promise not to tell anybody what they had witnessed for both of their safety. Drummer immediately folded, swearing to secrecy.

The two reentered the craft hall, awkwardly departing like nothing had happened.

After some light pressing, the girls let up after Drummer made it clear she wasn't spilling on what she'd discussed with Marine Biologist. The girls moved on, quickly finishing breakfast and heading out into the camp.

The campers all tried to go about their days as normal, but the dread of their situation began to finally set in. The girls spent most of the day playing card games in their cabin, feudally trying to distract themselves from their situation.

They only left this isolation for their mandatory lunch and dinner. They exchanged hollow platitudes with their fellow campers.

Drummer and Marine Biologist didn't speak again that day. Any attempt Drummer made at eye contact was anxiously avoided by the other girl.

Giving up on socializing once again, Drummer sunk into herself. She spent the evening in stoic silence as her cabin-mates desperately tried to pass the time.

They finally gave up after the sun set, all going to bed with a hollow feeling in their chest. It seemed like a certainty something bad was coming, they just didn't realize how soon.

To be continued...

#danganronpa #dangan ronpa #oc #dangansona #fangan ronpa #fanganronpa #docoronpa #docoronpa r #my art

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mocha-sketch · 4 months

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📵🔘 BORN AGAIN 🔘🚷

#danganronpa #dangan ronpa #sketch #oc #dangansona #fangan ronpa #fanganronpa #docoronpa #my art

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apex-academy · 1 month

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Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#19)

I don’t know where I expect to find him or if I should even move around to find him, but here I go, anyway.

“Monochap!!”

I turn the corner to the main hall before I find him.

“O-oh, Kakumi!”

“Were you calling for me...?”

I keep charging towards him.

“U-uwah?!”

“I need answers, and you're going to give them. Your ability to carry out your precious game hinges on it. Got it?”

“......”

“I don’t understand...”

“You will.”

“Um... Okay...?”

At some point the cafeteria doors must have opened again, because Aidan and Ichiriki have joined us at a distance. Neither has said anything, somehow. Maybe they can button it long enough for me to get this done.

“So. Let’s start with this: the bodies of the killers and victims were kept alive long enough for the fourth motive. All of them. Right?”

Monochap straightens up, like he hadn’t been expecting something he could actually answer.

“Oh, um! That’s correct, yes!”

“But you only gave that motive one chance, so when Aidan was selected, there was no need to keep the others alive.”

“I-I guess so?”

There’s enough murmuring going on to distract me now, but only for a second. Kanagi and Tsunyasha have stopped at the far side of the main hall, just past the dried paint splashes. I don’t quite make eye contact with them before locking onto Monochap again.

“Next point. Where were they being kept?”

“U-um... Where we needed them to be?”

“Be more specific.”

“It’s somewhere on campus, right? No need to take unnecessary risks moving bodies around, and you can sure keep the electricity on here. Guessing your miracle machinery needs a lot of juice.”

“Probably, mm-hmm...”

Well. I can’t expect him to know all the technical details. Why program your robot with any knowledge it doesn’t need for its task?

“Were they in Lab Room A? That’s the only reason it would still be blocked off—that room specifically, for the entire time we’ve been here.”

“.........”

Fine, be that way. Guess I don’t need that specific an answer, anyway.

“Let’s move on, then.”

Someone else peeks in through the dormitory doors but remains silent. I don’t look long enough to determine who it is. All eyes on Monochap.

“You’re not permitted to hurt anyone who hasn’t broken the rules—which the victims wouldn’t have broken just by dying. So if they were taken off their ‘life support,’ it had to have been the young master’s doing. Because you can’t break that rule.”

“U-um, I guess that would be right...”

“So then.”

“When the fourth motive was no longer in place, the young master ended the lives of some of their fellow students on the Apex Academy campus.”

“Isn’t that grounds for a class trial?”

The words hang in the air. I hear fabric shift somewhere, but I’m still tunnel-visioned on Monochap.

This is it. The logical conclusion. Maybe there are holes in my argument somewhere. A loose link, some loophole—but that doesn’t matter if we can settle this before someone points it out.

So what will Monochap do? If he’s programmed above all else to follow the rules of the game, he has no choice but to cooperate.

“E-eh?!”

“Could that really...”

“WHY are we all CLUSTERED here like GAPING PEONS?”

“Dude, you were here first.”

Monochap’s nervous shifting from foot to foot sends metal rattling.

“But, but...!”

“The investigation is supposed to start when a dead body has been discovered...”

Ah. I really should’ve reread the exact rules before starting this. “But...”

“But a dead body has been discovered!”

I blink and back up as Aidan approaches.

“Eh?! When?”

“Not long after their deaths.”

“It wasn’t for an excessive span of time, but I regained consciousness earlier than anticipated—isn’t that right?”

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes. The others hadn’t been removed yet—but they had already been killed a second time. Naturally, it would've been an immense waste of resources to keep them alive any longer than necessary.”

“......”

I don’t know if Aidan actually remembers this, or if he’s just making stuff up that no one can prove. I'm not turning down the help either way.

“Dude, you’re telling me we coulda had a trial, like... forever ago?”

Kanagi charges forward, and I’m tempted to stick a foot out in case she lunges at him. Wouldn’t end well for whatever ankle I hit, though.

“But, um...! You don’t really know if—!”

“Wasn’t all that, like, super forever ago? So we totally shoulda been hunting down the master-dude before Yuki ever pulled her crap?”

She hasn’t thrown any punches, but she leans in close to Monochap’s face.

“You owe us bad. You owe us this thing, and you—”

“You owe us Kaich back. Give ‘im.”

“A-ah, but, but! Kaichi was never put on the machine!”

“Especially by now, he’s, um, not really...”

Before Kanagi can think too hard about where that sentence is going, I attempt to step between them.

“Then you definitely owe us this investigation and trial.”

“It’s time to put an end to this.”

[BACK] [NEXT]

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danganronpa-twisted-truths · 1 month

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what are your boundaries with your characters and your content?

The use of TT sprites/characters: ALLOWED: - Edits respectful to the original - Memes/collages/the sort - To reference/show off my characters(while being mindful to attribute to the source) - Profile pictures (Non-spoiler) - Desktop wallpapers(with credit where applicable) NOT ALLOWED: - Faceclaims - Use in RPs - Use outside of the context of representing the character (ie, using Nia's sprite to represent someone else/someone you made up) in the context of this project. - Edits of my sprites to make it something completely different/claiming the edit of my sprite is your original creation. - Use of TT content for any other projects without express permission from me. - No use of any TT sprites for DRO (Danganronpa Online)

#dr twisted truths #danganronpa #fanganronpa #dr oc #drtt #fangan #fangan ronpa #qna

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qy-uu · 4 months

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:thunk:

#fangan ronpa #dangan ronpa oc #danganronpa oc #my art #if u remember this good boi then i hope ur ready for the sequel no one but me and fluffy have wanted to do for years #his cohort mascots portraits r still a wip but ykno! eventually he'll also be done #alongside redraws of aaaaaaalll the old art from the group #cause fluffy and i wanna finally make dqv3 a Thing after nearly a decade

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danganronpa-reloaded-kids · 6 months

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haha repost

i forgot this blog existed oops

that said! please like/reblog if you’re primarily/100% a danganronpa blog! i need to follow more people. if you have/make fankids, or enjoy fankids/lovechildren/etc, PLEASE reblog even harder

i also know the danganronpa another fangan series so if you're into that, feel free to like/rb this!

#danganronpa #dangan ronpa #dr #danganronpa fankid #danganronpa next gen #danganronpa fanchild #danganronpa oc #fanganronpa #fangan ronpa

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sleepygamerotaku · 1 year

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FANGANRONPA COMMUNITY PSPSPS!!

guess who's working on a fanganronpa-

i almost leaked it to a mutual on discord accidentally *cough*Felix*cough* but it was before i came up with the name for the project or changed the server icon-

ANYWAYS!! It is called Danganronpa: Soul Codes and the discord server is currently under maintenance, and i'm still figuring things out as they go along! i'm not entirely sure how i will end up actually developing it as a game (advice is greatly appreciated) but i will most certainly get to it!! i may just begin programming when i get a computer 🤔

on a different note i will have VA, Character Sprite and Pixle Art auditions open for anyone interested in helping!

Aaaaannnd lastly, if you'd like to be notified when i finish the discord server just lmk and i'll add you to a tag list!

thank you for coming to my ted talk lmao-

(promos appreciated as well!)

#♡mod chiaki did a thing♡#danganronpa fangame #my fangan #fanganronpa #danganronpa fangan #fangan ronpa #fan game

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sanchoyoscribbles · 1 year

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2/2 of my dangan ronpa ocs, the boys! see the first half (the girls) here!

this story takes place after dr2 in an au where drv3 doesn't happen (...just because I made it before that game actually came out and don't wanna factor it in haha, these are actually redesigns of old ocs...)

the setting is a murder mystery mansion. Veronica Belvedere invites her classmates over for a two week stay in her and her brother's family mansion the summer before they're all due to attend an American branch of Hope's Peak together! ...And then murder starts happening. More abt the characters under the cut! OwO

-Andrew was raised by his mother who was the Belvedere's former head butler. When she passed away when he was 11, he took over her role to everyone's surprise, with natural ease. He was raised alongside the Belvedere's and considers them his bosses, but also feels responsible for them. He seems to want to maintain an extremely formal relationship with both of them, despite the fact they act overly familiar to him. Andrew is very formal and polite, but also seems to be hardworking, decisive and confident. He has a very analytical mind, and if something isn't rational he will argue against it. Despite that if his masters ask something of him he will almost never turn them down, unless it threatens their or someone else's well-being. He also seems somewhat adverse to being in the spotlight, stating that a butler shouldn't be seen too much unless needed.

-Rodrique is Veronica's brother, but the two of them couldn't be more different. Despite being twins, Rodrique was always treated as the eldest due to his maturity over his sister, and has been groomed to run the family business and be the heir since he was a child. He is far more serious than his sister, and usually the only one brave enough to try to keep her in line. Rodrique doesn't have a talent, but he is also going to be attending the American Hope's Peak in the reserve department's business course. He doesn't seem to mind not having a talent, instead being a bit arrogant because he knows he'll have more money than most of the talented kids anyway. He is ruthless and rational, and like his sister he can be a little condescending and intimidatingly intelligent.

-Elliot is a star football player for his high school team, starting the game because his friend was nervous to go to try outs alone. Eli pretty much has his choice of any college in the country because he's that good, but Elliot has hinted at feeling uncomfortable being in the limelight and despite his large stature, seems to have severe anxiety, keeping a small dog (Pooch!!) with him to calm him down. Despite his anxiety, he works extremely well with others, seemingly very tolerant and reliable. Although his weaknesses are being too sensitive or too indecisive, he seems to be aware of these and is actively working on them.

-Theodore was born and raised in a small town- and according to him 'there was so little to do, so I had to find some hobby or I'd go crazy'. Near his house was a small radio station, and he actually got in trouble for vandalizing it, and as punishment as made to help the owner/broadcaster after school, which started his love for radio. He and the owner became good friends and had a mentor/student dynamic until the owner passed and left the radio station to Theo. He was a very social and loves putting on a show, so radio broadcasting came naturally to him. Because of his talent, he knows a lot of famous people having interviewed them, and loves to socialize. Sometimes he forgets boundaries or becomes too friendly or flirty and can make people uncomfortable. He also loves gossip, but hates confrontation when it involves him, so he's more inclined to hide in the background and take mental notes than jump into a fight.

-Paul grew up with his parents who ran a landscaping business together. He followed them around and quickly learned all the tricks and methods and started adding his own flare to it. He's a soft spoken and artistic boy who is eager to help his parents and one day take over their business for them. When he was thirteen he was invited to California to work under the Belvederes as their private landscaper, but he was hesitant to leave his parents so young. They encouraged him though, saying he could always come back, but the new experience would be a great adventure. Since then Paul has lived with the Belvederes. Despite his soft spokenness his favorite genre of music is metal, and he's actually pretty passionate about it, modeling his style after his favorite singer. ...He and Andrew butt heads over his style a lot since Andrew is technically his boss, but Veronica insists she likes Paul's style and expression, so there's not a lot Andrew can really do about it.

-Nat grew up in Florida with his two older sisters and his aunt. He was a bit socially awkward as a child, and preferred to spend his time at the beach instead of with friends his own age. When he entered school he got a teacher who had a fish tank for educational purposes, and got more interested in fish through that. When he was fourteen he got contacted by the Belvederes, asking him to become their live-in aquarist and maintain their huge aquarium. He reluctantly agreed, but seems to regret it. Nat comes off as an antisocial hothead, stating that he prefers fish to people. He has a deep understanding of science and all of the mechanics behind fish keeping and is actually a bit of a bookworm with an intelligent streak despite his appearance. He's an extremely hard worker himself. He also has a hard time recognizing his or other people's emotions or emotional needs.

SO!! In addition to the general bios I also wanted to add, three of the boys here are employed by the Belvedere family! The parents made a point to try and get younger teens/kids their own kids age living with and working with them because Veronica and Rodrique were tutored privately at home, so they were a bit..isolated? (not for no reason ofc, Veronica has SERIOUS attitude problems that led to this being necessary) So Nat, Andrew, and Paul all also live at the mansion pre-story! Just something worth mentioning :3

#fangan ronpa #dangan ronpa #dangan ronpa ocs #dangan ronpa oc #dangan ronpa fan series #dangan ronpa: murder mansion #i think i mentioned this in the girls post but i have the headshots from..2015? 2014?#paul was a LOT less intense in those.#i metalled him UP

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dangan-ronpa · 2 years

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Little preview of our character intros!

#DanganronpaTU #DRTU #Dangan Ronpa #danganronpa #fangan ronpa #fanganronpa #visual novel #vn

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erin-the-artsome · 1 year

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Icon commission for @shslartisticmemes of their character Nikki! 🌟

#commission #icon #space #artists on tumblr #bust #fangan ronpa #not my oc

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hellmouth-manor · 1 year

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Applications Open!

"How miserable. More lambs to the slaughter." "The sooner we begin, the sooner we can finish. Focus." "I've been sooo bored!"

Applications for Hellmouth Manor are now open for submission!

Hellmouth Manor is an 20+ MKG RP that will be mainly taking place on a Discord server with a submission based trial system. After our application period closes, the mods will deliberate and choose a roster of approximately 18 to 20 characters. Feel free to ask any questions to a mod, either through the blog or DMs!

The premise of Hellmouth Manor is your character has received a mysterious invitation by a just as mysterious murder mystery novelist Louisa Nightingale to participate in a one-in-a-lifetime murder mystery dinner! The prize of participation is promised to be beyond your character's wildest dreams. Will they answer the hellish call to a night of murder and mayhem, or will they fall into the bowels to be forgotten?

MODS ⟡ APPLY ⟡ RULES ⟡ LORE ⟡ FAQ

APPS CLOSE: May 30th at 11:59PM PST

#fangan ronpa #mkg rp #dr oc rp #fanganronpa #mutual killing game #danganronpa rp

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docochocart · 3 months

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DOCORONPA R

CHAPTER ZERO

(1/3)

Drummer awoke, her eyes slowly focusing in on the decaying wooden planks suspended just above her face.

Turning to her left, a scream nearly escaped her at the sight of a muscular stranger sitting up in the bottom bunk accross from her. The stranger, meeting her eyes and lurching forward, held a finger to her mouth.

Drummer began to take in the features of this girl: tall, robustly muscular, orange hair spilling over her face. The girl leaned forward toward Drummer, whispering to stay quiet. She was seemingly vibrating with excitement.

The girl silently pointed a finger just above Drummer, guiding her attention to the bunk above hers.

As the girl whispered, Drummers eyes began to drift around the room. Her eyes quickly locked onto the camera mounted on the wall just behind the other girl. Her eyes darting across the room, she spotted several more dotting the walls.

Panic setting in, drummer sprang out of bed with a visceral shriek, frantically interrogating the strange girl where they were.

The girl instantly shot up to meet her, wrapping both arms around Drummer and masking her mouth. Drummer tried to wrestle out, and continued her now muffled screaming, but they were soon interrupted.

As the girls struggled, a third voice murmered from above.

Spinning around and looking up to the bunk above, they were met with a cautious stare from a beautiful set of baby pink eyes. Deep red braids framing her perfect face, she cautiously spoke, asking the girls who they were.

Drummer, mouth still covered, was too stunned to answer. The muscular girl, dropping Drummer to the floor, emphatically introduced herself as the Ultimate Personal Trainer. She manically extended a hand to the top bunk, eyes gleaming with admiration for the new girl.

Ignoring PT's attempt at a handshake, the girl looked down to drummer. Drummer, flushed from the situation, quietly introduced herself from the floor.

Before the new girl could introduce herself, PT exclaimed that she knew exactly who she was, the Ultimate Social Media Star.

Clearly being a massive fan, PT was thrashing with excitement. She barrated Social Media with questions and compliments, blocking all of Drummer's occasional attempts to chime in.

Drummer, giving up on socializing, began to analyze the room while the other two chatted.

She silently noted the lack of windows, the empty bunkbed above PT, the monitor in the corner, and most importantly, the many, many cameras dotted around the cabin.

Social Media, growing tired of the incessant praise, eventually found her eyes wandering to the cameras as well, immediately cutting her dialogue with PT short.

After Social media pointed out they were under survaillence, PT's attention was finally turned onto their situation as well.

With all 3 girls now in panic, they cautiously agreed that they would test the front door together. Unsure of what would be on the otherside, they approached the cabin door at a snails pace.

PT led the way as the three made their way out onto the front porch of the cabin.

Towering pines surrounded the girls on all sides, cameras darted along their trunks. Looking to their right, three other cabins followed parallel a wide trail curving through the forest, branching off into several smaller paths. The girls stood in silence, each taking in the foreign enviroment.

Suddenly, Social Star jumped, pointing out a lone girl sitting on the stairs of the furthest cabin, who had gone completely unnoticed by the other two.

She suggested that they go greet the stranger and possibly inquire about their situation, but Drummer disagreed. She insisted that the three stay at the cabin and wait for help.

After facing minor pressure from the other girls, Drummer caved, joining them in their trek to meet the strange girl.

As they approached the cabin, the girl sat straight up, wide brown eyes veiled behind large round lenses staring in fear.

Nervously gripping the ribbons in her hair, she shifted around on the steps, clearly very uncomfortable with the girls approaching. Nonetheless, as they approached, she shakely introduced herself as the Ultimate Marine Biologist.

After brief introductions, Drummer questioned Marine Biologist if there was anybody else in her cabin. Marine biologist cautiously explained that when she woke up there was one girl with her, and that the other two beds were empty when she awoke.

The other girl had apparently set off without her while Marine Biologist waited for others in the cabin. She had seen nobody else since then.

As the group hesitantly discussed their situation, a smooth, deep voice called out to them from much further down the trail.

The girls span, their eyes falling on a tall, slim man with long blonde hair, waving to them from a distance.

He approached the group through a clearing in the brush, his laid-back swagger already had Drummer uneasy. His laid back attitude continued as he introduced himself to the group as the Ultimate Salesman.

He explained to them that a small group had already made their way further down the trail and gathered at a nearby lake.

While Social Media and PT were thrilled by the prospect of other people, Drummer and Marine Biologist were not nearly as trusting of this mysterious stranger.

Casually explaining that he had come back to check the cabins for others, his cold eyes met Drummers, sending a chill down her spine.

Salesman quickly picked up on Drummers feelings toward him, calling her out on being so quiet through a smirk.

Drummer, not seeking a confrontation, exused her silence as nerves.

Caving once again to the pressures of the group, Drummer agreed to set off further down the trail to meet the others.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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mocha-sketch · 4 months

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I 🔂 Hollywood!

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apex-academy · 4 months

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Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#16)

I check up on Mahavir first thing, then breakfast. There’s time to eat something warm before I worry about what to take back to him. Or should I be worrying about what everyone’s eating? Considering the distribution of cooking skills at this point.

Which I will never get used to.

Either way, I don’t go for anything more exciting than instant miso and a banana. By the time I'm out of the kitchen, Aidan’s started his own soup at his table.

Or, at least he’s staring at a spoonful of it.

“.......”

“You, uh. Need me to throw that back in the microwave, or.”

“...”

He stares a moment longer before blinking and actually meeting my eye.

“Oh, no, it should be fine as is. I just need to muster up the appetite for it, haha.”

He resumes staring. Don’t see any mustering happening here.

“Maybe the Nurse’s Office has something to help with appetite? I’ll go check.”

He quickly drops the spoon in favor of an enthusiastic “cut it out” gesture.

“No, no, no! There’s no need to fuss over my precise pace of eating.”

"I need to grab something for Mahavir, anyway, so it’s not much fuss. One sec.”

I set my stuff down and take off before Aidan can stop me.

“Fuss, huh?” I’m thinking there’s not enough fuss over that guy. Too injured to use more than one limb and still trying to lead the whole march himself?

Though he may be the most put-together mentally. Doesn’t completely override the physical context, though.

...

I swipe Mahavir’s burn ointment first.

“Not much left, is there.”

But it should be fine, right? As fine as it was ever going to be by itself. He needs proper medical attention.

And Kanagi broke her ankle, and Tsunyasha... suffered. No telling what kind of damage we’re looking at all around.

We have to get out of here.

But I can’t get caught up thinking that. I’ll do what I can do, right now.

There aren’t many relevant drawers to check, so it doesn’t take long to find an appetite stimulant.

“Okay. Good.”

Aidan’s health problems sure won’t improve if he doesn’t eat, so. There’s this.

I drop it off. Aidan’s protests die down quickly, now that the fuss has already been made. He thanks me unhappily, and I leave him to it as I eat my own breakfast.

Hard to say how much difference the meds make. Not sure how long they’re supposed to take to kick in, even. But by the time I’ve put up my dishes and put together something for Mahavir, half of Aidan’s soup is gone. It’s something.

Enough that he reminds me not to forget the ointment I left on the table. Genuinely none of us are all here anymore, huh.

No need to dwell on that, though. Places to be, people to see.

Knock, knock.

“Mahavir? Brought your food.”

“...”

“.......”

About two seconds before I can start panicking, I hear heavy footfalls. Not heavy enough to be a whole person falling down, but not much better.

Maybe I should have him rest somewhere else until curfew. Then he won’t have to keep opening the door for me.

But he manages this time.

“......”

I start to hold out his plate but don’t quite make it there.

“Hey. Think you’re in shape to move back to the Nurse’s Office?”

“...”

“If not, don’t push it.”

“.....”

“Perhaps...”

Extremely convincing.

“How about we just see how you feel after breakfast?”

He nods.

At least I don’t have to feed him by hand, but he doesn’t eat with much gusto.

Head trauma’s the last thing he needs when he was already full of burns to repair. As far as I could tell, he at least doesn’t have a concussion. Unless he did pass out those few moments I was too busy thinking Kanagi had just killed him, but he swears otherwise. Not like his treatment would be much different, anyway.

“.....”

So it won’t do me any good to dwell on what happened yesterday. Just... keep up with today.

Mahavir gets through his breakfast eventually, and after a considerable effort on my part to make sure, he promises he can walk to the Nurse’s Office. So away we go.

I pause as we pass the cafeteria door.

“Actually, I’ll drop off the dishes while we’re here. Wait outside?”

“Of course.”

I hop inside, wave hello to Kanagi, dump the dishes, and hurry out before Mahavir can go on without me.

He’s already gone on without me.

“You’d better at least be headed where I said we were going.”

Watching my step for any paint splatters that might still come up, I turn the corner to the main hall, but apparently Mahavir’s made it past here, too.

Well, vanishing is less concerning than collapsing a few steps in front of me.

Marginally.

I take the final corner, and...

“Good, there you are.”

But he doesn’t respond—just stands there stiffly. I assume it’s a pain or disorientation issue, until I look again.