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good-beanswrites · 2 months

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I’m thinking about the angst of the restraints headcanon again. There’s the two with the least physically violent crimes, and they rank relatively low in strength. There’s the child who was violent but had to be really crafty about it; she’s the weakest of all of them. And the most dangerous of the guilty prisoners cannot be restrained.

This makes me so emotional!!! All three are the smallest of their circles. Two of them are extremely ordinary people who have never experienced/expressed physical violence before. One hadn't even fathomed the idea of someone dying until they actually did. And yet, they're subjected to the type of restraints you'd expect to see on someone who is uncontrollably violent. The fact that prisoners who committed very gruesome murders can walk free (including Mikoto) just adds insult to injury. I still couldn't everything into words, but here's a Mahiru-centric drabble featuring the same thoughts. It takes place after T1 closes but before the attacks.

“Where are our rights?”

Fuuta’s shout caused Mahiru to wince. She perched on her bedding, watching the two prisoners she’d invited to her cell. It hadn’t been the fun kind of invitation, though. Back in school, she always wanted to have parties and dates back at her place. Moving to the city, she imagined what it would be like to make university friends and take them back home with her to talk, eat, and have fun.

Sitting in her dim gray cell with Fuuta and Amane, all of them held fast by complex sets of restraints, was not what she’d had in mind.

Amane knelt in the corner. Her arms were crossed, as if pouting, though the opposite was true. A moment ago her eyes had lowered in prayer, but it was difficult to find any peace of mind now. Fuuta snapped and shouted as he paced the length of the cell bars. They were unlocked, but like the others, he didn’t feel like being out in front of everyone. He’d give his uniform a violent jerk every now and then, but it didn’t do any good. Between his strides and growls, he made Mahiru think of those poor wild animals they keep at the circus.

“Take it easy, Fuuta.” She mustered up a smile. “Come rest with us.”

“I can’t believe you two. You’re just gonna sit here and take it? I didn’t do a fucking thing! They’re acting like I’m some big danger to society,” he yanked his arms again, to no avail. “All I did was type some things onto a screen. I’m not gonna go around stabbing anyone or anything. And you, you didn’t hurt anyone either!”

He nodded his head to Mahiru. If her arms weren’t already folded over her chest, she would have hugged herself anyway.

“Well… I did hurt him in the end… I broke his heart badly enough that… I mean, he…”

Fuuta made a disgusted sound. “That’s all stupid romance stuff. I’m saying, you never stabbed him. Never strangled him. Never poisoned his food, or –”

“Oh god, no! How horrible…”

“Exactly! From what we’ve heard, it sounds like Haruka killed someone with his bare hands. I think Muu had a knife or something. Shidou had a whole arsenal of grisly doctor tools. Kotoko has openly talked about how she beat that guy to death. Why are they allowed to walk free while we’re tied down like wild animals?”

Mahiru was glad she hadn’t mentioned the circus.

“And Amane! It’s not like she did anything violent, and here she is!”

“That is not true.”

Both paused as Amane spoke up for the first time.

“Eh?”

“While I disagree with my verdict, the restraints make sense.” The others still stared blankly. As matter-of-fact as always, she continued. “I killed with my own hands. I used the amount of force I was instructed to. Just as the sinner fears the wrath of heaven, I can understand how the godless warden would fear my justice.”

Fuuta’s passion wavered, but Mahiru could feel her heart ache for the girl. “Oh Amane… I had no idea. To be pushed to the point of violence at your age…”

“I am not to be pitied. As I said, I am dangerous, and proud to be. I am doing god’s work. All heroes must be dangerous.”

Fuuta grunted, but said nothing. Mahiru gave her a gentle smile. “It’s not pity. Even if you were dangerous, it’s horrible to restrain someone like you. You’ve already had to brave so much, as the smallest of the bunch.”

She looked between the two. A sad laugh escaped her. “Now that I think of it, I guess we’re all the smallest here, hm? Aside from maybe Muu, we don’t have much height or strength on the others…”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Fuuta cried. “The fuck do they think we’re going to do?” Mahiru was just glad he’d focused on that rather than the fact she’d just called him weak.

Voices raised in conversation down the hallway. Mikoto’s laugh echoed faintly into the cell.

It warmed Mahiru to hear. Things had been so hard on him here. Though it had been frightening to hear him shouting at the restraints til his voice was raw – well, it wasn’t him shouting – it had been a relief when he appeared free and relaxed the following day. He seemed sheepish that he wasn’t able to help the others, having no memory of his escape. Mahiru just kept telling him how happy she was for him.

Fuuta didn’t share in the sentiment. “Meanwhile, Mikoto gets to stroll around free, and he beat the shit out of Es! He could snap and kill any one of us here, and they don’t even give a damn. But ooohhh, god forbid the guy who’s never been violent a day in his life is allowed to use his own two hands!”

The harshness of his voice wasn’t doing his argument many favors. Still, his words were beginning to get through to Mahiru.

She’d worked so hard to be a model citizen. She was supposed to have a perfect life. She could cook, clean, sew, and take care of children. She did herself up every day; she was never a slob or a slut. She was generous to everyone she met. She showered the world around her in love. Wasn’t it unfair that her hands were tied like some common criminal? What was all that effort for – being patient when people upset her, being kind even when she disagreed with someone, all of that – if she was going to end up in the same place as someone who had stabbed another out of sheer malice?

Amane didn’t seem to be whirling with the same doubts. She closed her eyes once more. “It is simply a trial from heaven. We may be small, but all of us have an internal strength that will carry us through the ordeal.”

“I don’t think it’s any sort of religious thing, but you’re right,” Fuuta puffed his chest out. “Trials like this only make people stronger!”

“Do you think so?” Mahiru wasn’t sure if she was asking either of them or just musing to herself. It was a nice thought. This was all part of destiny, something meant to be that would make her stronger in the end.

But she wasn’t so sure she believed in destiny anymore. It hadn’t quite worked out the first time.

“Hell yeah!” Fuuta must have assumed she was in fact asking him. He gave a wide, toothy grin. “It’s not like we can get any weaker, right? The warden better watch out next trial – they’ve got a big storm coming!”

#milgram #mahiru shiina #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #and then we had a big storm coming 😔#thank you for the ask pal!!! im not sure if the drabble is what you had in mind but it was really fun to write lol #mahiru canonically being really tiny and trying to be the model nonconfrontational woman...#fuuta being so small and specifically saying hes never been violent toward anyone and never wanted anyone to get physically hurt...#(and something about fuuta being the closest to the average milgram fan)#amane being very small and weak and only killed a specific person for a very predictable reason...#and theyre all treated like wild animals that could snap at any time :((#meanwhile the actually unpredictable one who Did lash out and hurt someone just strolls around free #not that its anyones fault hes free -- it wasnt on purpose -- but still it makes the situation that much more painful #it makes me crazy!! i thought putting it into action would help communicate my ideas but idk #drabbles

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radlegowaffle · 1 day

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heaven help her

#メズマライザー #重音テト #初音ミク #hatsune miku #kasane teto #mesmerizer #vocaloid #vocaloid fanart #my art #artists on tumblr #illustration #art #this song has me in a violent choke hold #i think if the animation wasnt as great as it is i wouldnt really care much for the song #cause this is like. the first time ive gone out of my way to listen to a vocaloid song #i didnt grow up with them. i knew miku and heard their songs #but itd be in like. speedpaints and stuff #i also listen to will stetson who covers some vocaloid songs but idk if that counts #anyway this doesnt look as good as i wanted #the plus side of getting a drawing done in a day/day and a half is that i cant get mad if it gets little attention #cause i didnt spend a lot of time on it anyway #also didnt draw their hats im aware #last time i tried drawing a characters hat it put me in such a bad mood i had to nap #and i dont want to take a nap or be in a bad mood #i have at least three more vocaloid things i want to draw #two of which are for rabbit hole #dooblenauts #i wish i sounded like teto #i know shes ai (with consent from the people that do her voice bank)#but she has an androgynous sounding voice i wish i had

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kandavers · 10 months

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idk if this is an experience ud relate to or if it's just my specific brand of autism but like. have u ever had gummies that ur just obsessed with the texture and how they feel when you chew them? cus that's what ur art is like idc what it is I need to rip it apart with my teeth (/pos)

I haven’t been properly Diagnosed with Autism, but my group of Friends have said that I am Very likely to be Autistic due to certain ‘habits’ of mine (They are Symptoms 💀) , and if what they are Saying is Correct, then… Hm… It would Explain a Lot!

But I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOU MEAN! I’m the type to chew out gummies too, small Bit by Bit!

It’s quite the Treat (haha) to Hear you say that about my Art! Thank you!!!

#when i was a kid i used to walk on my tiptoes a lot #i thought that was just a Normal thing bc the floor was nasty #turns out it wasnt 💀#ive also been noticing how i repeat people words sometimes?#thats echolalia 💀#and I JUST FOUND OUT THAT SOME PEOPLE DONT SHAKE THEIR HANDS VIOLENTLY WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY LIKE???#STIMMING!!!#I thought all of this were ‘little kid things’#that little kids do #because i can be childish/child-like sometimes #Turns out #They were all symptoms 💀#LMAO #its very funny to me #kanrambles #ask

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doodle17 · 6 months

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When people call themselves "og fnaf fans" but then say "wHy DiDnT WiLliAm ScReAm In ThE sPrInGlOcKs ScEnE"

#Even when people who are actually og fans say this #I just want everyone who thinks this to know #I want to fight you #Like #I actually want to throw hands with you #Right now.#IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE A DRAMATIC VIOLENT SECENE #HE WAS CHOOSING TO USE HIS LAST BREATHS TO BE THE MOST ARROGANT PEICE OF SHIT EVER #HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS GETTING INTO #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #springlock

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blackdragoncake · 7 months

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Day 12, just sum hoodies ig...

A short fanfic I wrote at 3am, I did put Dust in there, but his part was so messy and I was too lazy to revise it lmfaoo

The classic, dare they say, iconic, hoodie was easy to acquire.

Every so often, Papyrus actually would be bothered enough to wrestle Sans out of his hoodie for a wash, and even more surprisingly, sometimes he'd even get the energy to take off of his own volition.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ink makes a noncommittal noise and shrugs. Classic Sans hoodie was just a regular blue, uh. Blue hoodie.

It was a little musty even after the wash, and the thread was a little worn out from wear, but it wasn't nasty or anything.

Boring. On to the next one.

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Fell's hoodie was even easier, with him taking it off himself without input from his brother.

Sliding it on, it was definitely a lot mustier than Sans, and a lot more worn out. One of the pockets had a huge hole torn inside, there were patches on the inside of the back showing the stuffing inside, barely being held back by a few strings of thread, and a graceful handful of permanent stains decorating its entirety.

Not the worst thing they've ever had to wear. Picking at one of the many threadbare patches, they stared at their reflection.

...

Maybe he should try and fix it up a bit! Lil' Red probably wouldn't be as moody if he got a brand new jacket, he snickered to themself.

Throwing the jacket onto the floor, they step aside to make room for Broomie, then move to patch it up. Coming to a screeching halt after the first two strokes.

"Hmmmmm, what if I customized it a bit with things he likes instead?" Broomie makes something of a dismissive warbling sound, and Ink laughs with them, "maybe, but this seems more fun anyways!" Ink moved to look at his scarf before jerking away from it, "it'll seem more heartfelt if I remember things he likes from memory," they declare, before painting a puppy on one of the tears inside the back.

Broomie chokes out a flat laugh, "I know he likes dogs BB; he wears a collar," they continue by adding a knife somewhere on a sleeve, a broken autumn leaf, some tasteful looking blood smears, and a portrait of his beloved brother on the back of the hoodie. Which wasn't torn, but. They thought he'd appreciate the artistic touch to bring it all together.

All in a day's work done, they head for their next victim, Broomies warbled cackles dancing behind them.

#soooorrryyy #im posting on mobile(havent updated in like 3 years) and im too lazy ta hop on my laptop ta put the read more #tho i might come back and do it later lol #inktobertale2023 #inktobertale #ink sans #utmv #undertale au #fanfic #traditional art #plus dust's part was a lil more violent n i wasnt sure what to even tag it as #oh yea #none of the fic is beta'd

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philzokman · 7 months

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natsume soseki did not say "don't say 'i love you', instead say 'the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it'" FOR NONE OF YOUS TO WRITE IT INTO UR FICS!!!!!!!!

#BSD FANDOM ESPECIALLY!!! HES OUR GUY!!! HES THERE!!!#i say this very loosely bc like idk how it went #its a rumour that he said this right #but like fomr what i remember #natsume soseki was an incredibly talented translator but i think he preferred writing original novels #but he was one of the pushers of colloqusalised translations rather than direct which was more popular at the time #so one of his students came up to him w a novel translated from english to japanese and in part of it #one of hte characters said 'i love you'#BUT apparently natsume said that wasnt very realistic in japan due to cultural norms (iirc) and saying ' i love you' would seem too intimat #therefore instead of saying that #say something like 'the moon is beautiful tonight isnt it'#ANYWHO USE IT MORE!!!! i watched a kdrama a while back that used that (hype bc the premise was they were at a publishing firm)#and hwen i say ive never thrown myself across the room harder #pretty pretty please use it also do not take this story time as truth im stupid as fuck and also could be completely wrong but im p sure #thats how it went idk #FHDSJKF #lea.txt #bungo stray dogs #bsd #sobbing violently #bungou stray dogs #natsume soseki

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whippedcloudsofcream · 16 hours

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Finding Bo-Katan fans that despise Satine is so ???? Bo-Katan would hate your ass 😭

#bo katan kryze #satine kryze #like the entire point of bo katan’s character is she realizes how badly she fucked up and was brainwashed by a shitty fascist guy #She Helped Ruin Mandalore At It’s Peak and Helped Kill Her Sister #wanting her to stay some one dimensional villain is crazy #Pre Viszla wasnt a good leader or a good man?? He was violent and foolish and made deals with sith genociders #Bo Katan and Pre Viszla didn’t help metropolize Mandalore or make it a respectable planet/put on the galactic map #Satine did that #and she was The Only One to do that out of thousands of years for the Mandalorians #the only other person that accomplished this was fucking Tarre Viszla #that’s why Pre wanted to take her kingdom #because he Knew he would never be able to do that on his own and he knows it and it infuriates him

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wisteria-whump · 1 year

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whumpees who get injured but don't wanna let it interfere with their plans for the day so they just pretend it didn't happen 🫶

#violently stubbed my toe this morning and it was like bleeding and everything but i couldn't find bandaids #i was gonna be late if i kept looking so i just put my socks and some old sneakers on and left 😭#i now have a sock with a bloodstain on it and i think my shoe might also have one #i wasnt late tho so #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump writing #whump idea #whump blog #whump scenario #tw whump #whump tw #writing

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fooltofancy · 15 days

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important to understand that my approach to oc design and characterization depends explicitly on how i'm playing that specific game, like. a thing you should know about ilya is that he is the kind of person who will dive into the middle of a large pull ahead of the tank and pop all of his mitigation while screaming because i get distracted and do that. constantly.

... it's the siren's call of the big aoe damage noises, ok.

#mostly im thinking about these things because they're the easy things to think about #i am. very. very. bad. at like deeplore dives lmao #so bad!!!!!!! i'm here for the emotional complexity do Not ask me where this man lives i don't know #... i do know.#once it starts branching out into history and family lore and godforbid fucking cultural lore i am just #so dumb. i'm so dumb i was not designed for worldbuilding even if it's just the world of one weird little guy #v invested in other people's sandboxes because mine is very small and it's also just full of rocks.#anyway.#my partner: BABY MOOOOOOOOODE #me: it's okay my heal is up it'll be FINE #also increasingly play casters like melee dps so everybody gets to suffer that as well #ilya standing directly under a very large guy in his stupid leylines like MANAWARD'S UP IT'S FINE #.... i dont play blm as much now honestly because to contribute i have to be less stupid. and that's not fun.#i really. REALLY enjoy the big melee dps damage noises #they're across the board better than caster noises. so disappointing because in my heart i am On Fire #sam+pal noises are the best noises in the game #SPINNING #i'm thinking too hard about backstories and it's not going well lmao #grabbing this creature by the shoulders and shaking him violently like WHO ARE YOOOOOOOU #concussed probably his brain is just sloshing around in there #babg mode blogging #this is also why he's canonically A Guy Who Touches Things He Shouldn't #because i'm that guy.#i'm the guy who touches things.#this explains sehren also like she would not be who she is if i didnt play dragona age with wild hubris and abandon #.... it wasnt fun unless i was wildly underleveled in places i didnt belong ok #every if mc ive gotten invested in also

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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Could I request "cooking is an art form" with mahiru and presumbly orekoto? I read your Night drabble of those 2 and now the idea of a potential friendship has been stuck in my mind for days, that was probably the sweetest interpretation of him I've seen! Mahiru can't cook in the current state she's in though so I guess orekoto could act as her hands...?

Ah thank you so much!! I was so worried about doing Orekoto justice, that's so exciting you enjoyed 😭 We still don't have a ton of characterization for him, so bear with me, but I absolutely loved writing this. Thank you so much for the request -- with food playing such an important role in Mahiru's story/symbolism, and the pair's unique relationship, this made me so crazy to think about !!!

The knife twirled through Mikoto’s hands. He brought it down with a grunt. Emotion pulsed through his veins. He went back for another swipe, much harder than necessary. He wiped spatter from his face.

“You’re making a mess.” Mahiru observed from behind.

He glanced back to find her scowling at the tomato he was taking out his frustration on. “Who gives a shit? We’re not on cleanup duty.”

He wasn’t supposed to be on cooking duty, either. It was Mahiru’s night according to their usual rotation, but she was in no shape to do any physical activity. Mikoto must have volunteered, and also gotten into some fight about it, because now there he stood: angry at an unknown source, full of adrenaline, and worst of all, in charge of tonight’s curry.

“I suppose…” Mahiru said. “I think that’s Muu tonight, I’ll apologize to her later.”

It was unsettling, how she remained positively cheery as she walked him through each step of the recipe, despite her current condition and his bad attitude. Not that he’d ever turn his anger on her. Mikoto approved of her, and that was enough for him. She’d been going through so much at the hands of their common enemy, he wouldn’t say a single thing against her. Even as she tested his temper with her cooking instructions.

“No, no!” With her good hand, she tugged on the side of his uniform. “You have to turn the carrot as you cut it. Like -- yes, like that!”

Mikoto rolled his eyes as he did what he was told. “It’s all going to get cooked together anyways, it’s not a big deal.”

“It is! You have to take your time with things like this.” She placed her hand over her heart. “It’s about the process, not just the final product. Cooking is an art form!”

“It’s about the final product to me. I’m fucking starving.”

She was briefly distracted with the next set of instructions, telling him how to combine everything over how much heat. When she returned to the topic, her lighthearted voice was laced with a bit of desperation. “I mean it, there’s something magical about pouring your heart into something for someone else. Putting in your time. A little finesse here and there.”

“I know what it’s like to do something for someone else -- and there is absolutely no finesse involved. Or potatoes.” He gestured to the cut pieces before dumping everything into the pot over the stove.

“One of the most universal love languages is food, you know? People make meals and treats for their loved ones in every culture, in every time.”

“They do a lot of other things, too.”

“You went to art school, you understand. This is an expression of yourself!”

“It’s a waste of time.”

“It’s the surest way to help someone!”

“That’s a load of bullshit.”

There was a pause. Then a nervous laugh. Then, “yeah.” As she dropped into more uncharacteristic silence, he stole a glance at her.

Tears poured from her eyes.

“Mahiru?” Fuck, he didn’t mean to make her cry.

“It is.” she hiccuped. “I thought… I thought it could save him. I made this big meal… I thought… But I was so stupid…”

She buried her face in her hands, offering weak apologies for the sudden outburst. He threw the lid over the pot before stepping back to her.

“Hey, hey. Come on. Don’t cry.” It was a command rather than a comfort.

She didn’t listen. She just continued sobbing and blubbering on. “It was all stupid, worthless… I should have known…”

He crouched by the wheelchair. There didn’t even seem to be anything wrong, they’d just been talking about food. Why was she such a mess? He gave an impatient sigh. No reaction. What was Mikoto’s nickname for her again? “Listen, Mappi --”

She snapped her head up to look at him.

Her teary eyes flicked all over his face, making him scowl. “What?”

“Oh.” Her shoulders relaxed, though her breath still hitched. “Sorry. You said… and well… I thought you’d gone away. I want you to stay.” She took his hand. “You.”

His eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Because you understand me.”

He did not. Like, at all. But he kept his mouth shut.

Thankfully, she was too talkative not to explain herself. “You love someone very much. That love turned out to be dangerous -- deadly. And you weren’t forgiven for it.” She pressed her lips together, suppressing the wave of emotion that almost overcame her. “And now we’re both getting what we deserve for it.”

“Like hell we are.” He felt the spark of rage again. “Neither of us deserve any of this shit, okay?”

“But --”

“No.” He glared at her. That familiar fire rose up inside him. “I’m tired of all your speeches and optimistic crap. You’re always falling over yourself for others. You’re pathetic. This place is hell, so you need to get your shit together and act like it. You might be willing to forgive the others, you might be able to treat them with that stupid sweetness all the time, but no one’s going to do the same for you. Stop letting them fuck with you.”

She gaped at him. He realized he’d leaned in very close. He prepared himself for more tears, or maybe some cowering away from him. Good. Mikoto didn’t need people like her who would convince him this verdict was deserved. He didn’t need any of these people. It was fine to push them all away.

Mahiru surprised him by leaning over. Her head rested on his chest. “It’s hard. It’s so hard, Mikoto. But… I’ll try.”

His attention was quickly ripped away by a hissing behind him. He yanked himself away from her to run to the curry, which was bubbling and burning and spilling out of the pan all over the stovetop.

With an outpouring of profanities and clattering of dishes, he cleaned the sad remains of dinner off the burner. When he looked back at Mahiru, she had dabbed at her eyes and composed herself slightly.

“It’s okay,” she said, “I’ll pick something easier you can make instead.”

“Nah, I’ll make more curry. Tell me how much of everything again.”

“A-alright.”

His agitation slowly faded as she began her gentle instructions again. Though he had just tore her apart for it, he was grateful for her patience with everyone around her. He probably could have left, then, seeing how calm the kitchen became. But he wasn’t risking ruining the meal a second time with an unexpected switch.

And maybe Mahiru’s words still played through his mind.

The food was back on the stove in no time. He stood diligently next to it. They’d lapsed into a content silence. He still didn’t know what had set her off earlier, but wasn’t about to ask questions.

Mahiru had regained her usual bright smile. “Hey, when I get better, I’ll cook something for you, okay? I think you don’t appreciate cooking because no one’s made something special for you before. I want to do that.”

He sneered. “Heh, sure. And I’ll let you in on my preferred art form.” His words were layered with sarcasm. By now, she could guess that included destroying things by putting all of one’s might behind a powerful swing.

But she giggled, completely unfazed. “Well, friendship is about give and take, right? I’d love to try.”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #mahiru shiina #trying to find a balance between his canon violent temper and harsh mannerisms #while showing hes not uncontrollable/frightening and is very protective of his friends as well as himself #he cares but he can only communicate very simply/bluntly #hes used to people being afraid of him specifically so hes suspicious of kindness (but still it means a lot to him)#i wasnt able to articulate it here but i think mahiru likes him so much because of his honesty #when she thought he looked like a cheater it was because she could pick up on his secrets/lies (even if he was unintentionally keeping it)#that and the fact she thinks theyre very similar #i mention he loves bokukoto -- this genuinely could be platonic or romantic depending on your thoughts #but mahiru definitely assumes its romantic asdfsdfds #omg the mental gymnastics i was going through when i first got this request because i wanted this exact setup but knew milgram wouldnt allo #prisoners to just be around all the dangerous utensils and kitchen items -- they could just steal a knife after all!#so i had all these meticulous plans to make it work and then amanes vd was like 'yeah anyone can just pick up a blade whenever' -_- ok #thank you again!! it really did make me crazy to think about it was such a good combination 👀👀👀#and i really was so relieved to do his character some justice ;-; thank you for your kind words!#drabbles

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degenerateshinji · 1 year

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i just wanted to try digital painting

i don't,

i'm high, i think.

#yokomizo bsd #mushimizo #bungou stray dogs #bsd #seishi yokomizo #fanart #bsd fanart #my art #digital painting #that dumbass gay quote that lives in my head rent-free #wasnt even gonna post it but i kinda like how he turned out so gh hhh #“If I go into a locked room... Will I always meet you there?” Mushitarou shut your gay ass up i hope you get hit by a truck. violently.

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creaturefeaster · 9 months

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This may be a stupid question, and I’m sorry if you’ve answered it before, but why do the mimes do everything they do?

Not a stupid question at all. It's a pretty broad question, however, so it may have been answered in bits and pieces in the past throughout several other asks. So I suppose this is a chance to put it cohesively:

They are of a different realm. The physical realm is not their own, and though they have existed for eons, they have only lived life in the physical part of the universe for a tiny sliver of time. So more often than not, they have almost no clue what they're doing.

They've also just finished fighting a war, and are aware that fate is not on their side when it comes to sticking around in the physical realm, so they are very ready and willing to fight. Their kind as a whole goes a bit overboard though, as I'd argue they wipe out maybe a good 70% of the living people on the planet alone within a couple of days.

The mimes in the focal lense of the story-- the ones you see me draw and talk about-- are no exception to this behavior. Some of the first things they do when they arrive is kill. Out of curiosity, fear, adrenaline, or out of a feeling of necessesity. None really out of hate, though, and none with initial malicious intent (...perhaps debatable, depending on how you look at things ^^;)

Once the crazy phase is over, about two or three days after the Fault, a lot of the immediate hostile behavior slows down. Everyone's had a chance to get used to their new world, and has had the time to understand the meaning of what life is. Though they are against the main 15 living protagonists, they actually try to avoid outright killing them. The persuasions of fate fortune the protagonists, so it makes it a little more difficult to get rid of them anyways, but a lot of the mimes often opt to thwart the living's plans rather than continue the cycle of brutal hostility.

Some mimes are just more hostile in nature though, or some more chaotic, but some are just trying to enjoy their new life. Their motives and aspirations are all over the place. Almost all of them though just want to remain despite the destruction they've already caused. The living, of course, want their world back to the way it was, so they continue on. And so the mimes must as well.

#jarna is here to hunt for sport more often than not.#calamea just doesnt give a fuck and does whatever always #rede would be so much more violent if it wasnt for Chickenstab holding him back so often #but past those three none of the main mimes are here to be brutal #twiddle acts like he is but news flash he isnt. he just thrives off of making enemies #foxglove doesnt even wanna be here at all so shes just doing what she thinks she has to #brambleramble #tyv and uppsulka pretty early on actually go. yknow fuck all this mess. idk if we might disappear again one day.#we are living out in tha middle of nowhere now. leave us alone #(alas. they cannot escape the. Shenanigans)#some mimes even help work towards the living's goal #as they accept their fate- realise they'll both be doomed if it isn't done- and that their doomed fate would be worse than--#--simply having their fate reverted.

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