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anonzentimes · 21 days

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Hello!

What is your opinion on danganronpa 2.5?

hello anon! thank you SO MUCH letting me ramble!!! :)

I really do love Danganronpa 2.5, I think it's really cool that they explain more how everyone was waken up, I also adore that the plot is based off of statements in Danganronpa 2 only elaborating and exploring them more. Not only that, but they make it all about Nagito who's the same character that is complex enough to have three entire songs haha!! So it works out well.

2.5 reverses Nagito's luck cycle which makes it easier to understand and I really love it. It also adds the statement that truly Nagito would rather have his luck not harm others but rather help them and harm himself, there's also the detail that Nagito's luck is so prominent in his life that even in a world made by his subconscious it is always there. It also implies he deep down wishes talent didn't exist which is something he'd never admit or even know he felt with his unhealthy obsession and dedication with hope and the ultimates!!!

I really enjoy world destroyer too, I think his scenes are very interesting, like, ok man thanks for pulling up with your FINGER GUNS??? It's super cool!! His design is pretty interesting too even if it's just adding to Hajime's preexisting one.

I also like the detail that alongside Nagito's own death the memories that he remembers most vividly is Hajime's smile and his time with him which is just very sweet

The moments with Makoto and Sayaka being out of character because Nagito views them, especially Makoto, so highly is super funny too. Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko's friendship is also fun and something we don't get to see often! The background characters we get to see are also just very fun.

I find it really interesting that by swapping Nagito's belief with the opposite it's basically telling what the genuine issue is in their world because his beliefs stems from the flawed ideals of hope's peak. The issue in their world isn't the talentless, it's the talented. No one is happy, talentless people feel worthless, and being talented is exhausting in its own way. All of the social pressure of not being treated as humans being at its most extreme in this world is upsetting for most everyone.

also this Parallel makes me lose my MIND!!!!!!

Danganronpa 2.5 has a lot of REALLY good stuff going on for it, I think the only complaint I see about it is Nagito's "contradiction," which I'll talk a little bit about!

Basically, people like to point out that with Nagito's suicide plan he should have been more upset, "He never believed in Hajime though?"

I've seen a few pretty good interpretations of it, but the one I think makes most sense is that he was talking more to Izuru kamakura since he had gotten his memories back. Nagito's old and new memories merge together, he remembers pretty much everything. Which is why he sees Izuru first, then corrects himself seeing Hajime, and Hajime replies that they're both him.

Nagito then says he knew he'd make it to the lowest stratum, and that he believed in him. Basically saying that Izuru could do anything.

Maybe he believed the supposedly Bad luck from going into the Neo World Program would end up in Good luck? It's unclear a bit, but I definitely believe he's talking to Izuru a bit at the very least. Mostly because if he believed in Hajime in the killing game his luck cycle wouldn't have gone, good luck: the traitor was selected, bad luck: the plan didn't work and they lived.

Nagito has known Hajime and Izuru now and accepts him for who he is. It's honestly really sweet. Hajime himself has grown and accepts Nagito for who he is as well. They both forgive each other and it's just really sweet. They've been through a lot!

Overall little rambles aside, I think Danganronpa 2.5 is really lovely. It adds more to Nagito's character, tells more information about how the class woke up while using actual text from Danganronpa 2, and is just super fun! I love Danganronpa 2.5 a lot.

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spear-gsun · 5 months

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It's one-off touhou manga character appreciation hours These guys from SSiB, i like them

#Touhou project #Silent Sinner in Blue #I dont know what else to tag

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shadyauthor · 1 year

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My welcome home AU EXPLAINED

The "HeartStrings💕" AU

So basically short explanation, Giffany from Gravity Falls but Wally. But! Also DDLC but the cast of Welcome Home.

But the in depth explanation :

The AU itself is close to DDLC but Wally himself is more like Giffany, as in like his abilities!

But its not like the reader is IN the game no, the reader buys the game.

The plot of the AU itself is basically

Wally x Reader

Sally x Reader

Julie x Reader

Poppy, Barnaby, Frank, and Eddie are also in the game but are not romantically involved with the reader! The others will be considered as "route choices" but the book is truly just Wally x Reader.

This game is called: "Strings of their hearts". I don't know where I want to take this story yet, if I want the cast to have a good end or a bad end (as in like the ending in DDLC, where you are trapped with Monika forever till you delete her) or a "happy" ending, which I won't disclose since I already have that planned out and there is a possibility I could use it! I wouldn't want to spoil it nono! And I don't know if I want to end it at all, but I know that'd be impossible so an ending is inevitable

If you have questions please feel free to ask, as I might have not covered everything that I wanted to (curse my memory!) This is the basic covering of the AU itself.

Now onto the game!

The game will start by opening up to a screen (most of this will be described in the first chapter I will make when writing it all out) it is old and lagging but the reader persists! The game will go about the reader moving into a neighborhood and meeting all of their new friendly neighbors over the course of TWO DAYS. (Tbh I'm kinda just writing this out to remind myself the plot so I don't forget) meeting the "love interests" on the second day. You will have two months (in game) to get a date with one of the love interests!

You get to know each individual character to become friends or more (minus Poppy, Barnaby, Frank, and Eddie ofc) and that is all I can really say without spoiling the book!

The reader will be gender neutral throughout the ENTIRE story, as their gender is not needed for the book, I will try not to use pronouns at all but if I do they will be [They/Them], to try and be as inclusive as possible as I can.

This story will take place 2000-2005,[update: I changed it to be set in 2023 🤭] and the reader is an adult (this does not matter really as there will be ABSOLUTELY NO. NONE. ZERO. Nsft in this book, even if Clown changes their boundaries and opinions on it, the only reason they are an adult is because the cast are adults and this is a romance book)

If there is any questions please feel free to message me or comment I'll make sure to get to them whenever I can!

And of course, if I am going against ANY of Clowns boundaries PLEASE tell me and I'll fix or delete what I did immediately! We respect clowns boundaries in this household

NONE of this is Canon, this is an AU, and not at all affiliated with the original or Clown.

I will be posting the first chapter on here later today, I also have a tiktok account that will be dedicated to this AU and this AU alone

I will also be making drawings for this AU, like what the reader would look like IN game, Wallys outfit and basically the entire casts outfits, it will take time ofc! But it feels nice to see a visual representation.

Update: I've decided to take off Poppy Partridge x reader 💔

Heart Strings AU tiktok : wh_heartstringsau._

Where to message me : ꜱʜᴀᴅʏ 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞#4047 (I will change this if I change my username!)

So yeah, I'm nervous and I don't know if this will get attention at all, but I hope who ever decides to read this (or the chapter) I hope you enjoy!

#welcome home #welcome home au #horror #fanfiction #this is my first time doing this #i dont know what else to tag #x reader #wally darling x reader #julie joyful x reader #sally starlet x reader

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the-lokal-homo · 17 days

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The outing scene between Eddie and Buck is so fanfiction coded

#911 abc #season 7 #911 season seven #911 season 7 #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #buddie #buck buckley #evan buck buckely #kinley #i dont know what else to tag #its just to ff coded #the hug #THE HUG!????!!!

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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How about tfp starscream falling with a female predacon reader who becomes very affectionate and cuddly towars him?

Hello, I do hope this is what you invisioned, I don't really know tfp Starscream like that, but if you'd like moe or an actual story I can do that, just simply ask again. hey, if you like more predacon stuff, @montyuh has a lot of predacon reader writing and theyre like really good. Enjoy :)

Pairing: Tfp!Starscream x Predacon!Reader.

Warnings: None,

Starscream never thought he’d fall in love, and with a predacon either, but life happens in mysterious ways. He seemed to rather enjoy your company, either complete silence or the very rare times you two were close. Just close enough to be alarming to other cons, but just not close enough for your liking. Any chance you got you’d either hold his hand, wrap your arms around him or just pull him into you. You may have been a female predacon but you were still larger than most cons.

The only downside with being a predcon, was how touched and starved you were. You didn’t want people to touch you first, you wanted to initiate the touching. Being locked away for too long was starting to weigh on you. Almost rusty plating and the loss of heat, so when you first touched the seeker, you were awestruck. You optics practically stars, he was different, smaller than any con or bot you’ve seen. His movements were fluid but sometimes jagged, his plating was sharp but more fluid and streamlined, it felt different and you liked different.

The first time you tried to be cuddly with starscream didn’t last long. He promised you that if you got whatever the hell he was talking about he would supply you with cuddles, and boy oh boy were you excited, it took you little time to get the thing and return to him with it, you wasted no time grabbing him by his chassis as you backed into a dark corner with him in your lap. The contrast between his small size and your large one was just too good. You were practically purring as you cuddled the small mech.

“Okay, your time is up,”

His servos prying at your arms in an attempt to get loose, but your grip not faltering at all. It had only been a minute and you had already fallen asleep, starscream acting as your personal teddy bear. He may have acted like he wasn’t enjoying it but he knew it felt good to be held like this. Always trying scheming to overthrow megatron does something to someone, and for him it was the lack of friendliness towards him, other cons ignoring or being rude to him, but you were different almost like a lost cat, loyal and only friendly towards him and other predacons, but he’d seen the wait you acted with them as well. Your cold and harsh predacon demeanor changed around him, servos moving slowly and caring towards him, and the occasional pet name and long touches, touches you wished he’d take farther.

You weren’t one to ever turn down his touches, either being a servo on your arm or in extremely rare instances where he’d lean into you, he was shy, didn’t know how to initiate contact first. But this helped you both establish trust, trust that he wasn’t going to use you, hurt you, and trust that you weren’t going to kill him or turn him over to megatron. The trades slowly started to fade, no more if you do ‘xyz’ ill give you ‘abc’, it was comfortable, you could lean on him when he was doing things, you could pull him into when no one was looking, and better yet, you could freely kiss his face plating at times.

Servos cupping helm as you hunch over and leaned him up to you, the feeling of your lips on the smooth metal being a comfort feeling, when the other predacon were being reckless and rude, kiss Starscream, when you feel lonely, kiss Starscream, when you simply felt like it, kiss Starscream. You could do it when you wanted, call him sweet spark in private, he's melting into your touch by the time you finish speaking. Call him “Lord Starscream” as a nickname, he’s melting, complementing his newest evil plan, he's all yours. It took nothing just simple words and he was all of a sudden feeling affectionate. Now do it in front of anyone else, he will act like it doesn’t affect him. A stern face and somewhat harsh words, you never take offense too. You still did it anyway. Pet Names, complements, longing touches, anything. The only thing you didn’t do in front of others were kisses.

Your servo was placed on his arm, you were both looking at the data pad in front of you, watching as new information came up and Megatorn spoke about it and the next plans to mess with the autobots.

“(Y/N), go find Predaking and the others.”

You looked towards Megatron, a simple nod before turning back to the data pad. You started to move towards the exit, your servo still on the side of starscream's arm until you could no longer reach. He looked over his shoulder when your touch had finally left, a sad look in his optics, but you smiled sweetly before disappearing into the hallway.

Touches like those were both of your least favorites, the warmth from you leaving him the moment Megatron asks for something, or the comfort of him leaving the moment someone calls. You two still found ways to enjoy each other, no matter if it was longing looks to lingering touches, or sloppy kisses and late night cuddling. He knew you were always nearby, and always wanting some sort of touch and affection.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp starscream #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #predacon #starscream x reader #tfp starscream x reader #transformers g1 #transformers predacons #more tags #more transformers stuff #i dont know what else to tag #stars writings

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feelingthedisaster · 2 months

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aftg au when its all the same except the entire team suspects 'neil josten' is a fake and they are like "what if he is minor???"

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #psu foxes #aftg neil #nora sakavic #i dont know what else to tag

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gochistica · 1 year

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Fine! Electrify mine, oh~ electrify my golden tooth 💗🎊

#tw eyestrain #sproier #i dont know what else to tag #my art lol #should i tag them¿#ship art

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stabbedman · 9 months

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climber!

sorry this is different from stickmen! but i really wanted to post this drawing i did awhile ago of a drawing of climber from memory, i might do more law of talos/endzone/castle of nations stuff, we will see!

#castle of nations #law of talos #endzone #i dont know what else to tag

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kittenhugsss · 8 months

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UGHHHHHN made by me (you can use it idc you can give credit if you want)

So uh

I made this I don't know what else to put here

Canon!!!!!

#rob tawog #tawog mr small #the amazing world of gumball #canon!!#i dont know what else to tag #im going crazy

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broke-art-girl · 2 months

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"A Match Into Water." By Broke_Art_Girl

(TW: Self-Harm)

Fandom: Bones and All (2022)

Summary: During Christmas time Lee catches you in the act. Asleep in the tub and the water cold. You sit down with him after he nurses you up to have a talk. A year passes, you have been clean the whole time. <3

Words: 1,801

Characters: Lee, Reader.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54156346

Lee sat at the table across from You, hands on his knees. The quiet burned into you both.

You were frozen in place. Your eyes down at the wooden table you shared many moments at. You barely breathed.

“Y/N?” He asked. You didn't reply. The snow piled up against the windows, the neighborhood Christmas lights hinting at happiness in the icy air. But Santa must have forgotten your home this Christmas. The tree in the corner of the living room piled with gifts from one of you to the other.

“Y/N, I love you, alot.”

“This isn't because of you.” You muttered between clenched teeth. You looked pale and gaunt. He tried not to look down at it. The red swollen mark across your wrist. He had no idea why you would want to hurt yourself, especially when everything was so good.

“Can we talk about this?” He asked gently.

Your lips quivered, you pressed them together and bit at the inside of your cheek. You were gripping your fist so hard your knuckles were turning white. However, he knew if he truly had no chance of getting anything out of you, you wouldn't be making such an effort to stay seated at the table.

Your small sigh filtered through the tension. Your eyes became shiny as you sniffed back mucus.

“You don't have to say anything, I just want you to know I'm here for you, okay.” He paused, contemplating if it was a good time to reach for your hand to comfort you, but ultimately decided against it. “Can I ask… does it hurt?”

You looked to the left, more away from him than just looking at the table.”Yeah...” You said with a puff. His brows pulled into a slope.

“I swear it has nothing to do with you. Please don't think that.” Your bottom lip puckered uncontrollably and your voice was breaking.

“Please baby, just talk to me, please. I'm here for you, forever and always.” He shook his head trying to control himself.

“I just-..” a tear escaped your lashes. You closed your eyes then sighed. “I've been having a hard time lately.”

That broke him. He had no idea. Despite sleeping next to you every night, whatever was bothering you so badly, you were trying very hard -and managing- to hide it from him.

“I'm here. I'm right here for you.” His voice broke.

“I know.” You sighed regretfully.

“Are you unhappy? Do you want to leave me?”

“No!” You whimpered, starting to sob.

“I am here to listen. Please. Y/N I cant-'' He sighed. “I can't do this without you.”

You puffed. “I love you.” You whispered and swallowed hard.

“I love you too!” He pleaded.

You were quiet for a while until you sighed again and looked up at him briefly. His eyes locked with yours, only for a second, for the first time since he found you in the tub. The tiles red and slick with bubbles. The water, cold.

“Am I a bad person, Lee?” You asked.

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head. “I love you. Every part of you. This is just something we have to work through. Y/N, I hurt people. I kill people. If you can love me through that, I can love you through this! Everything will be okay. I swear.”

That somehow made everything a little better. The sting in your arm was still there but the icky feeling was still there. You just needed to breathe. You shook your head and your face pulled together as you stood up.

You started pacing the room and puffing breaths of tension, running your hands through your hair.

He was perfect. His wavy crimson mullet. As he raised his arms to rest atop his crown, his thin worn out tee shirt crawled up his torso, his baggy jeans tied to his hips by a merky bit of rope he found in a ditch. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Sexy. Amazing.

Lee.

‘Yet somehow he ended up stuck with me? I don't understand how he deserves it, why does he want it?’ You thought rapidly.

He sat still, because if he stood, the conversation would be over, and you would shut down again.

“When do you do it? Do you have triggers?"

You looked at him strangely. As if expecting him to be less gentle. “When things get hard.” You muttered looking over at you. “When I feel alone. When everything gets too much.”

“Is it something I did? Did I upset you?” He carefully asked.

“When you have to leave.. I when you get the craving.. I'm scared… you won't come back.”

This made his eyes widen. You had only just started dating recently, you were so afraid he would up and leave in the midnight lighting.

He couldn't bear to ditch you without saying goodbye, and he wasn't much of a letter person.

“Could you..” His fingers pulled themselves across the table trying to puppeteer you back to your seat. You took the hint and sat down.

Your left wrist was covered in a thick layer of gauze and an ace wrap. He had insisted on taking you to a hospital, but you were afraid they would send you away to a mental hospital and you would be taken from him, which would have only made things worse.

“Do you need to see them?” You asked, looking down.

“No, not if you don't want me to.”

“Its just embarrassing.”

“Okay.”

The room once again fell silent.

“I want you to know I'm not going anywhere. I'll starve if I have to, to know that you're okay.” he blurted out after a while of listening to you breathe.

“I don't want that.” You mumbled.

“What can I do to help?” He asked devotedly.

You swallowed hard. “What about a phone call? That would be nice..”

He nodded and allowed his hands to hold yours lightly. “Okay. I can try to gather up some quarters for the payphone. Once I get a motel I'll call. Is that alright? It might be kinda late.. like 2 am kinda like?”

“I won't be sleeping anyway.. I always wait till you get home.”

He sighed, “I didn't know that.”

You both once again sat silently for a while. You could have heard a pin drop.

A month or two later when the fresh wound on your wrist healed, he started the process of trying to lighten the scars with different gels. You both tried a hundred or more coping mechanisms. You started medication, but what helped most was his attention. You both had come to the conclusion you had depression and some form of separation anxiety. Even if you two were in the same room you could still feel alone.

“I am beautiful.” He said digging through a box of fine tipped markers.

“I am beautiful.” You mimicked, trying to keep an open mind about his words.

“I am not a burden.” He said as he grabbed a blue marker.

“I am not a burden.” You repeated. That one hit you like a truck of bricks.

“I am worthy of the love that I am given.” He said as you began to draw.

“I am worthy of the love that I am given.” You repeated, letting it sink in.

You watched the small hearts and planets appear on his skin over the healed scars, covering them up slightly. Small pentagrams formed stars surrounding little circles with bands around them. Planets. Your initials next to his with a small + in-between all over the backs of your hands.

That was almost a year ago, Thanksgiving had just passed. Today Lee and you were putting up the Christmas tree. Adding the lights was his favorite part. The house smelt of cinnamon and pine. The fireplace was lit. Everything was perfect.

“Hey Lee, can I eat this?” You asked, pointing to the popcorn garland.

He chuckled and shrugged. “I wouldn't, I bet it's dusty from sitting in that box for a year. I can pop some more if you're craving it.”

“Nah nevermind, I just wanted to try this one.” You continued to rummage through the box and attempt to untangle a set of lights. You had wrapped them a partial way so they wouldn't be tangled, but you both forgot where you were supposed to start from, so now it was a mess.

“Dinner’s ready!” He sang as he plated. You attempted to crawl out from under the pile of garland and lights and ran over to the wooden table. He slid into his fridge facing chair as you rested in your sink facing one. But in the end you stared at each other.

“Thank you, Lee.” You smiled and dug in as he attempted to warn you about the errors he thought he had made in the dish. “Is it okay?” he asked. “I don't really cook a lot other than eggs and the occasional cinnamon rolls. Do you like it?”

“Mhh~” You hummed. “This is really good!!” You spoke with your mouth full.

“Thanks, I hope you like it, baby.”

Your eyes quickly jumped from his face, to something over his shoulder, then back to him, so fast he could barely see it. You chewed the crunchy veggies.

“What?” He asked. “Need a napkin?”

You stopped chewing suddenly and swallowed hard.

“Could you.. put that away?” You look down at your food.

He twisted around in his chair. It squeaked as his weight shifted. “What?”

“On the cutting board.” You mumbled, chewing another bite.

It was the small knife he used to chop the vegetables in his homemade stir fry.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry baby.” He got up quickly to do so, you sighed and took another bite, chewing. “It's okay.”

The table grew silent for a moment after he threw the knife into the sink and covered it with the rubber topper. He asked if you needed anything and you replied, “Nothing other than you to sit with me and eat your delicious handcrafted dinner.” Which made him smile.

He sat and enjoyed as told.

After almost six minutes of silent crunching and guzzling water you piped up with a conversation. “Tomorrow I'll be a year clean.” you mumbled as he ate.

“Mhm!” he quickly chewed and swallowed so he could speak. “I know! I'm so proud of you, baby!”

You grinned.

“I'm super duper proud of you!!”

“Thanks..” You replied awkwardly. You never really could accept a compliment.

“We're gonna do something special. Whatever you'd like.” he said.

You thought for a minute. “Can we stay home and cuddle?”

He smiled, “I expected you to say that.” He pushed your plate towards you. “Eat up.”

“okay.” You took a bite of the warm food, you couldn't taste anything over the love.

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