#what’s with the poop. peko…
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i forgot i had these convos with dad
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do nekomaru for the bingo pls
NEKOMARUUUUUUU
THIS GUY IS SO FUCKING GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! He deserves so much better from the FANS, from Spike Chunsoft, from AKANE!!!
SDR2's third chapter has a lot of things wrong with it. One of them being that Nekomaru was gone for almost that ENTIRE chapter!!! Akane got him nearly killed because she was being reckless and uhhhh
But this isn’t about Akane, this is about Nekomaru.
Nekomaru is a fucking sweetheart and I love him so fucking much!! He is so goddamn selfless. He jumped in to save Akane (getting turned into a FUCKING ROBOT in the process) and then he dies for real because he and Gundham didn’t want their friends to starve in the funhouse!!!
Also I know y’all see the “didn’t get enough screen time” box checked and you’re like “Teddy, he lived until chapter 4!!! That’s a pretty long time!” and you’re right. But consider the fact that he was WASTED POTENTIAL!!!
Like y’all remember that chapter 3 of SDR2...technically Ibuki and FUYUHIKO was supposed to die then but they changed it to Hiyoko because of Peko’s sacrifice.
BUT WHAT ABOUT MAHIRU AND HIYOKO’S BOND??? DID THAT MEAN NOTHING BUT FAN SERVICE TO YOU PEOPLE????
Shifting back to Nidai, they did a similar thing with Fuyuhiko.
Fuyuhiko got injured, he lost his eye.
Nekomaru got injured, he got turned into a robot...only to die not long after???
I mean, I appreciate his sacrifice but I feel like he was taking too soon. Like, he turned into robot, they should’ve did more with that I think??? I mean sure, they showed off a few little things with it but it consider: what if Nekomaru was one of the survivors??? Maybe Kazuichi or Sonia dies in chapter four???
I don’t know I’m just throwing ideas here
Anyway, I hate that fans kinda push Nekomaru to poop jokes. I mean sure, he makes them but that’s not his whole character!!! He is a SWEETHEART AND YALL DON’T DESERVE HIM IF YOURE JUST GONNA USE HIM FOR SHIT JOKES!!!!
Side note: I need to draw him more often I adore him,,,
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And talking about sacrifices what do you think about Peko?
Chapter 2 with her certainly.. interesting. Not positive or negative just.. interesting
I love it so much. Do I think it was well written, not really. Honestly, it feels like a lot of the time Danganronpa is good on accident. (/hj)
I wish they didn't keep their relationship a secret, but instead only told a partial truth like "Peko used to be a member of the clan, but she got out somehow. I miss her. She killed things good." Just to make things more interesting and have more build-up.
I don't like Twilight Syndrome as a motive. All the negative shit people say about the remembering disease applies here as well. In order for the plot to work, everyone had to be hit with the idiot ball and not only not play the motive, but do nothing to prevent everyone else from doing so.
I get that this is due to the passage of time making Photoshop more prevalent, but it pisses me off that NOBODY thinks to ask if the reward pictures are faked or staged. It would change nothing about the plot if Fuyuhiko asked for Mahiru's expert opinion before he did anything rash.
I dislike the entire plotline with Sparkling Justice. It was a useless tangent that only existed to give Sonia the pretense of plot relevancy when Kodaka couldn't think of anything else for her to do the entire game. Either have Monokuma admit that Sparkling Justice was made up, giving them reasons to doubt Monokuma in Ch6- or do genocide jack 2.0.
Oooh! Maybe have Gundam pretend to be S.J for the rest of the game to be edgy and impress Sonia. He can speak spanish (or English in the Japanese version) fine for plot reasons. Sonia knows its BS but likes him anyway, and thinks that is a fantastic strategy for surviving the game.
(Listen, I love Sonia... but unless its Ch1 or Ch5 she fails the sexy lamp test)
Back to Peko, I love her as a character, but they didn't give her enough to do before she killed. Instead of "haha! girls don't fart/poop" humor, maybe have her ACCEPT everyone's deaths because nobody will listen to what she has to say.
I wish they upplayed how morally conflicted she must have been in the trial, because every lie she told make Fuyuhiko more likely to die. It makes her character inconsistent, but since they didn't lean into that its a bug and not a feature. How I'd write it? (with the benefit of hindsight?) Have Fuyuhiko order her, as a tool, not to confess. She's forced to choose between her status as a tool OR her master, she can't have both.
That being said, PEKO QUEEN! I LOVE YOU! GET THEARAPY!
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fic: by the claw of dragon (5/7)
fandom: danganronpa
characters/pairings: natsumi kuzuryuu, fuyuhiko kuzuryuu, peko pekoyama + 77th class ensemble, et al. kuzupeko. character tags will be updated on AO3 with plot-relevant characters as chapters are posted.
rating: m
summary:
The Kuzuryuu Clan stands on the precipice of the greatest era of its history. Kuzuryuu Natsumi promises to be the strongest leader the clan has ever seen, the Overlord of the South born again. That Hopes’s Peak Academy would select her for it’s 77th class was assumed, not hoped for.
To the younger Kuzuryuu son, everything is as it’s meant to be.
Sonia knows.
Natsumi doesn’t know how, but it doesn’t matter. Probably she found out the same way Natsumi did: with good information and better sway with people equipped to act on it. Just because Natsumi’s exam wasn’t publicized doesn’t mean it was private, and there’s a small, unassuming girl in the now-senior class whose talent is the Ultimate Hacker. If it didn’t happen now, it would have eventually.
Knowing that doesn’t stop the restless churn of her stomach when she turns the corner and finds Sonia waiting for her out in the hall before morning homeroom, though. Her back is straight and her hands are folded in front of her; Natsumi recognizes the princess in her, all ice and etiquette, the same face she’d been so quick to shed before.
“Kuzuryuu-san.” Sonia doesn’t bow to greet her, not even the polite, shallow one she greets everyone with. “If you have time after class, I would like it if we could speak in private.”
There are eyes on the side of her face; Saionji openly snickers behind her hand when she and Koizumi brush past them into the classroom. Peko steps up behind her left shoulder, a looming presence made of as much cold steel as Sonia’s, but Sonia’s gaze refuses to break.
“Sure,” Natsumi says. “Whatever.” She lets her shoulder brush Sonia’s when she strolls past her into the classroom. “Not for too long, though, okay? I’m a busy woman, you know.”
“There is no need to worry,” Sonia says from behind her. “I do not anticipate to take up too much of your time.”
It’s a new room, but everyone has gravitated toward the same old configuration; the two seats up at the front where she and Sonia used to sit together are empty, just the same.
She takes her same seat, front and center. Peko slides into the desk behind her. It leaves two remaining empty desks in the classroom: Sonia’s normal one up at the front, and a second in the back next to Mitarai.
If Sonia hesitates, or even takes a second to consider her options, Natsumi doesn’t see it. She gathers her books against her chest and walks straight past her old desk to the back of the room. “Good morning, Mitarai-san,” Natsumi hears her say, with every bit of her usual morning chipperness. “Is this seat taken?”
The classroom is quiet. Saionji cranes her head from the seat on Natsumi’s other side to try and catch her eye. Mitarai stutters. “Uh, no. No, you can sit if you want.”
“Excellent!”
Natsumi keeps her eyes forward. She doesn’t realize she isn’t blinking until her eyes start to burn.
When class is over, no one lingers. Usually a handful of them will stay and blabber on until they’re nearly late for their next period, but today even Koizumi and her entourage slip out right at the bell. Yukizome makes an excuse about needing to drop by the office. Peko is the final one to leave, after Natsumi lifts one hand over her shoulder and waves her off.
Natsumi thinks about the empty gymnasium, yawning and oppressive.
Sonia waits until the door is all the way shut before she gets up. She moves back up to her old desk, and sits like she’s preparing for another class, hands folded on the desktop. She won’t look at Natsumi. She keeps her eyes trained on the smeared-but-empty blackboard.
“Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Kuzuryuu-san,” she says. “My hope is that this can be productive for us both.”
Natsumi yawns. She has to force it. “Whatever,” she says, making sure to start the word before her yawn is all the way finished. “Just say what you came here to say. But can you at least be creative with your threats? All the standard ones get old fast, you know?”
Sonia’s mouth compresses into a thin line. “It is not that. I have no desire for retaliation against you or your clan. I have already resolved not to inform the rest of the Novoselic royal family of this incident.”
Natsumi catches herself playing with her pencil. She curls her fingers into a fist to get herself to stop; her father’s always said that her fidgeting was a tell. She weighs her words. “If you’re expecting me to say thank you for that,” she decides on, “you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“I would never expect that from you, Kuzuryuu-san.” Natsumi didn’t know Sonia had the capacity to be sardonic. “I only wish to understand. It took a significant amount of resources for you to acquire such… information in the first place, yes?”
“So?”
“So, I can only imagine you spent those resources in order to grant an advantage to yourself in our negotiations. There was an opportunity for you to do so.” Sonia looks over at her for the first time since that morning in the hall, but it’s only a flicker. It can’t have been intentional. “Why did you not? That is my only question.”
Natsumi manages to laugh. “That’s it?”
“Yes. That is it. It is a straightforward question to answer, is it not?”
Another flicker. It’s a weak point. Natsumi seizes it with both hands.
“You’re not gonna chew me out?” she asks. “Lecture me about my life choices? Tell me about how the bonds of friendship between women are sacred?” Sonia’s hands curl into fists on the desk. Natsumi leans far enough across the gap between their desks until she has to meet her eye dead-on. “Aren’t you upset?”
“Yes of course I am upset!” Sonia says, nearly shouts, and her voice cracks under her sudden surge of volume. “I am angry, and- and humiliated, and I cannot believe that you would still act like this after all that has happened!” Her eyes are shining. She blinks rapidly and sets her jaw. “But I also know in my heart that we are friends. No matter how many times I imagine it, I cannot think of you as having malicious intent the entire time. So please—”
Her tears are threatening to spill over. She composes herself with a deep, shuddering breath, and presses the edges of her fingers beneath her eyes. “Please,” she says again. Her voice is softer and steadier. “I wish to know why.”
Sonia will never fully trust her again. That’s a fact. Even if Natsumi spills the whole story right now, falls to her knees and begs forgiveness, all it will get her is a wary truce and a humiliating rumor about how the Kuzuryuu heir does her business.
She’s done. There’s no room for her to play around anymore.
She says, “We found something better.”
Sonia’s eyes are wide. “What?”
Natsumi tilts her head. “What, did you seriously believe you were our only option?” She counts to five in her head while Sonia blinks back at her, then lets a smile spread across her face. “Sheesh, you really think highly of that backwater country of yours, huh? Okay, let me spell it out for you.” She leans forward, and draws out each syllable, laboriously slow. “We. Didn’t. Need. You.”
“But—”
“But what? I needed something for my practical exam, I had your tape on hand—” She mimics an explosion with her hands. “Done. You should be grateful I didn’t save it for later.”
“My exam time,” Sonia tries again. “It changed last minute, and I—”
“Komaeda-kun’s supposed to be lucky, isn’t he?” Natsumi shrugs. “Maybe you just got caught up in his creepy, lucky wake.”
Sonia’s mask has shattered; there are tears on her eyelashes and grooves in her forehead. Her voice is small. “Why are you being like this?”
“If you thought I was at this school for anything other than business, that’s your fault, not mine,” Natsumi says. “Can I go now?”
The silence settles, painful.
“I see,” Sonia says finally. She sniffles into her sleeve. “I believe I understand now. If this is the path you have chosen, Kuzuryuu-san, then I believe it is best for the both of us if our friendship ends here.” Her chair clatters when she stands up, and even she can’t hide the way her voice wobbles when she says, “Excuse me.”
Natsumi sits in the classroom long after it’s empty. It’s not until the bell for the start of the next period rings that she pulls herself out of the desk and out of the room.
Peko is waiting for her in the hall.
*
me
22:48
sonia knows what i did, in case you care
me
22:48
she says she won’t spill to her parents but like there’s anything actually stopping her
me
23:03
don’t ignore me this is actually important
fuyu-chan
23:05
what the fuck do you want me to do about it?
me
23:05
i don’t know, figure something out with me?
me
23:05
you know how many tanks they have, right?
fuyu-chan
23:08
she’s your friend, you deal with it
fuyu-chan
23:08
you didn’t drag me out here to help you with your social life
fuyu-chan
23:09
unless you’ve got something for the clan, don’t fucking talk to me
me
23:09
how is this not for the clan?
me
23:09
do you WANT a whole country on our asses?
me
00:02
fine
*
Peko’s phone starts to ping again after only a day or two. Natsumi thinks it must be happening more often than it used to, because she hears it all the time: during class, during lunch, in the hallway, at their lockers, in the dojo.
(“Would you prefer I stopped responding?” Peko asks once, after the buzz of her phone on the desk interrupts Natsumi’s train of thought one too many times.
“No,” she answers. Her pencil tears the edge of her physics homework, and she has to pull out another sheet. “Not like I care.”
Peko stops anyway.)
Natsumi, for her part, gets tired of looking at an endless string of her own messages in the text conversation, so she stops. He’ll come around when he’s in a better mood; he always does. She plans on giving him the same cold shoulder he’s giving her until then.
It’s Thursday. Koizumi has brought lunch with her again for her bi-weekly trek to the west building. It’s wrapped in the same fabric as the last time Natsumi paid attention to it, with the rabbit design; she can see faint stains around the bottom edges.
Saionji hangs off the edge of Koizumi’s desk, whining about how, “If I have to spend another lunch looking at Pig Barf’s stupid face I’m totally gonna have a mental breakdown!” Koizumi pats the back of her head, but she doesn’t budge on the issue.
Natsumi’s never seen Satou come to the east building; it’s always been the other way around. Sometimes Koizumi brings the lunch, sometimes she doesn’t, but she’s always the one making the walk, and she’s almost always late for class the period after. Natsumi assumed she’d get tired of it after the first few weeks, but it’s going on a year now and they haven’t missed a day.
She stares at the cutesy rabbits on the side of Koizumi’s lunchbox, and thinks she knows how to get her brother in a better mood faster. She tilts her head back. “Hey, Peko-chan.”
“Yes.”
“Go have lunch with my brother today.”
Peko doesn’t answer right away. When Natsumi twists around in her seat to look at her, she’s frowning, her brow pinched.
Natsumi drapes both arms over the back of her chair, and sets her cheek against her elbow. “What? You don’t want to?”
“I—” It isn’t often Peko gets tongue-tied. She’s so pale that it makes it easier to see where the blush stands out against her cheeks. “No, it does sound… enjoyable, but…” It takes her several seconds too long to be believable, but once she finds her excuse, she latches onto it. “It’s still the early days of the school year. Shouldn’t I be seen eating with you?”
“Oh, please. I’ll be fine for one day. These chumps should know better than to mess with me by now. And if they don’t, I can reteach them myself.” Souda glares at her from the back of the room. Natsumi wiggles her fingers at him, smile big. “You should do it! What’s stopping you, huh?”
Peko hesitates. Her eyes drop down to her desk. “I don’t think I’m someone Fuyuhiko-sama wants to see right now,” she admits, fingers curled into the desktop.
“Yeah, that’s literally never been true.” Peko still looks uncertain. Natsumi feels a thin bubble of frustration gather in her gut. “At least he’s talking to you.”
“Young mistress, I—”
The bubble bursts. “Are you saying you won’t do it?” she interrupts, sitting up.
Peko’s turn around is instantaneous. Her chin drops to her chest, her hands in her lap. “No. Of course not. If that’s what you wish, young mistress, I’ll go after class. Should I announce myself to Fuyuhiko-sama before I arrive?”
Natsumi turns back around in her seat. She eyes her phone, laying face-up on her desk. (The screen is still jagged and broken; her father had refused to have it replaced before she left for school, citing her string of other broken phones.) Last she counted, all eight of the most recent messages in her text conversation with her brother had been from her.
“No,” she decides. “It can be a surprise. And don’t tell him it was my idea, okay?”
“Yes, young mistress."
*
fuyu-chan
12:12
seriously?
me
12:16
what?
fuyu-chan
12:16
you know exactly what
fuyu-chan
12:16
this is low even for you
me
12:16
excuse me for thinking you’d want a friendly face with you at lunch
fuyu-chan
12:18
don’t give me that bullshit. what the fuck is wrong with you?
fuyu-chan
12:18
you can’t just throw her at every single problem you have
fuyu-chan
12:19
did you seriously think this was going to make me LESS pissed at you?
fuyu-chan
12:19
after all the other shit you’ve pulled?
*
“Wuh-oh. I know that face. Which is it, deadbeat or baby daddy?”
She’s in the dining hall, eating lunch by herself at her and Peko’s usual table. When she looks up from her phone, ready to fling it at whoever felt the need to butt in, there’s a freshman girl sitting on her table at the far end, her feet on the bench, slurping on the straw of a pale green shake.
She’s completely ditched the school uniform for her own outfit, all bright colors and provocative lines. There’s a cute bear pin in her hair. She smiles when Natsumi glares up at her. “Who the hell are you?”
Her name is Enoshima Junko, from the 78th class. Natsumi knows all of them; she looked them up one-by-one when their names started cropping up on the message boards. Enoshima had been the sole exception: her fashion blog is massive and critically-acclaimed, and Natsumi has been a follower since she was in middle school.
But she has a reputation to maintain, and that doesn’t include letting any freshman who feels like it sidle up to her lunch table.
Enoshima slides down to sit across from her on the bench. She wraps both hands around her shake; it must be kale, Natsumi remembers her posting about it before school started. “You don’t know me? Well, that’s okay. Because I know you, Natsumi-senpai.” She holds her straw between her teeth when she smiles. “And there’s plenty of time left for us to get acquainted.”
“There’s forty minutes left in lunch,” Natsumi tells her. “You’ve got three.”
Enoshima pretends to shake her sleeve back to check her wrist. She isn’t wearing a watch. In May she’d posted about her favorite types of accessories, and watches hadn’t even made the list. “Hmmm. I bet I can make that work. I mean, it’s not like it’s much of a story, right?” She laughs, right in Natsumi’s face. She doesn’t even bother to try to hold it in. “You’re the junior who totally screwed the pooch on her practical exam!”
Natsumi grinds both fists down into the table. She doesn’t have to take this, especially not from some air-headed freshman. She makes to stand, but Enoshima waves her down, one-handed. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t worry about it! Those judges just didn’t get you.” She leans forward on both elbows, and her voice dips into a lower register. “But I get you.”
Natsumi sneers. She lowers herself back down to sitting. “What, some little freshman with bows on her jacket?” she says. “I don’t think so.”
Enoshima doesn’t flinch. She just keeps on talking, with that same, gravelly quality to her voice. “Sure,” she says. “I mean, it wasn’t just about the recording, right? It was about where you got it from, too. How the school had a perv on their payroll, waltzing around their precious Ultimates, and how you plucked it out from under their noses. How you could’ve taken down an entire country, because of their mistake. You could’ve just as easily used it on them as you could have on Sonia-senpai, right? Who in their right mind would want people like that watching out for the purest distillation of talent in the world? That’s what you thought was gonna guarantee you that sweet, sweet perfect score.”
Natsumi hasn’t told anyone that. Not Peko, not Fuyuhiko, no one.
“It didn’t go the way you wanted,” Enoshima goes on. Her eyes are bright. “You made one big mistake, senpai.”
Natsumi’s phone buzzes on the table. She claps her hand over top of it. The broken pieces of the screen jab into the edge of her palm.
Enoshima doesn’t look away from her face. She’s grinning when she says, “You gonna get that? It could be fate, sending you the eggplant emoji you’ve been dreaming of.”
“It’s my brother.” Natsumi doesn’t need to look.
“Ooh, even better. Talk about a scandal, am I right?”
“What do you mean?” Natsumi interrupts. “What mistake?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Enoshima’s shake is almost empty. It gurgles loudly when she sucks on the straw. “You let them off too easy! You’re still assuming they respect your talent more than they want to keep you under their thumb.” She shrugs. “You threatened them, so they had to teach you a lesson.”
Natsumi means to make her lip curl, to make her uncertainty look like disdain, but it only feels like a grimace. “If they know anything about me, they know that’s a stupid move,” she says. “My family doesn’t stand for that.”
“And what do you think they’ll say if you do anything about it?” Enoshima sits up straight, and adjusts imaginary glasses on her face. Her impression of Fat Nose is unnervingly spot-on. “Hmhm, yes. It’s always disappointing to let a talented student go, but Kuzuryuu-kun was clearly not equipped to handle the rigors of our institution. This is nothing more than thinly-veiled retaliation for our panel’s assessment of her abilities. A shame that such a promising young woman would have such drastic faults of character.” She sheds the persona like a jacket flung into a corner, shoulders dropping and head lolling back dramatically. “Come on. Who d’you think the press is gonna side with on that one? Huh?”
She waits, her eyes big and expectant. She cups one hand around her ear. Natsumi glowers at her.
“Think about it. The word I’ve heard around town is that the Kuzuryuu siblings are a force to be reckoned with, you know? Hardly anybody drops your name without Fuyuhiko-kun’s right behind it.” Enoshima points the chewed straw of her shake at Natsumi’s phone. “But the scouting board, in all their cherry-picking wisdom, thinks he’s only good for the trash heap? Does that make sense to you?”
Natsumi lifts her hand. The new messages blink up at her from her phone’s lock screen.
fuyu-chan
12:22
this is between YOU and ME
fuyu-chan
12:22
or are you too much of a fucking coward to come talk to me yourself?
“Whomp,” Enoshima chirps. “Time’s up! Food for thought, Natsumi-senpai.” She slaps both hands on the table when she gets up. “And by the way,” she adds, “thanks for following! Meeting a longtime reader always touches me deep down in my special place.” She holds her hands in front of her chest, fingers curled together in a heart. “Talk to you later, bitch.”
*
Natsumi makes the walk to the west building before the end of the lunch period. There’s time enough left, and she doesn’t feel like sitting alone at that table with nothing on her tray. Her brother wants her to come talk to him, she’ll do it.
It would be easy for someone to mistake the west building for a nice one, if they’d never been inside the east building. The tuition money doesn’t go to waste, even if most of it must funnel into the main course: the interior decoration is nice, just not as classy as the main course; there are amenities, just not as many as the main course; the furniture and equipment look like they were handed down when they got too much wear in the main course.
The west building doesn’t have a dedicated dining hall the way the east building does; Natsumi can see some students eating at their desks through classroom windows, and others loitering in groups around the halls. That’s where she finds them: Peko and her brother and a kid she’s never seen before, clustered together outside the open door of one of the classrooms. Fuyuhiko leans against the wall with his arms crossed while the kid talks with both hands.
The reserve course uniform doesn’t suit him. The jacket is too boxy, and sits awkwardly on his shoulders even after it’s been tailored to fit him better. It makes him look smaller than he is, his torso drowning in dark fabric. He hates it, she can tell; he keeps fidgeting with it, plucking at the elbows and tugging on the hem.
Peko looks her way first. She steps toward her, away from Fuyuhiko’s shoulder, and that’s what tilts his head in her direction, too. Natsumi’s already braced for the worst of his anger or disgust or whatever else.
Their eyes meet, and he looks away, like he can’t even stand the sight of her.
The kid, on the other hand, is staring at her. He watches her walk up with big, nervous eyes, and he keeps looking at her even when her brother is determined to glare a hole in the door on the opposite side of the hall.
“Well?” she demands.
The kid flinches. Fuyuhiko decides to glare at the ceiling.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Natsumi?”
“Are you joking?” When he doesn’t answer, she slaps her hand on the wall next to his head. That gets him to look at her, at least. “You said I should come, dumbass!”
“Yeah, I didn’t mean right this fucking second!” Some of the other students are starting to glance their way. The kid looks uncomfortable, like he wants to bolt but isn’t sure if he can. “What the hell do you want?”
“I want to know when this stupid tantrum of yours is gonna be done.”
“Tantrum?” He stands up straight, lunges into her space. “Are you fucking serious right now? I’m—”
Students are starting to trickle out of homeroom and disperse to their afternoon classes. Natsumi spots the bright bob of Koizumi’s hair out of the corner of her eye first, but it’s Satou who stops in the doorway, hand on the frame.
Her eyes are narrow and suspicious. “I thought that was you,” she says. “Can’t you go anywhere without causing trouble, Natsumi?”
“Look who it is,” Natsumi jeers, loud enough that the students past Satou’s shoulder lift their heads. “Hey, Satou-san, how about you keep your nose in the dirt where it belongs? And out of my business?”
Koizumi elbows her way around Satou’s shoulder. “Hey! You can’t just talk to people like that. What did you even come down here for, huh?”
“Last I checked you weren’t part of this conversation either, Koizumi-san!” Natsumi snaps. “So get lost before I do it for you.”
“Fuck this,” Fuyuhiko interrupts. “I'm leaving. Some of us actually have class to go to.” His shoulder collides with hers when he shoves himself off the wall. “Later, Hinata. Bye, Peko.”
“You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually!” Natsumi shouts after him, but he’s already been swallowed by the surge of students from the other classrooms. Satou bumps into her when she passes, too, Koizumi’s hand at her elbow.
The kid is the only one left behind. He's got a deer-in-headlights look to him. “Um,” he says. “You're Kuzuryuu’s sister, right?”
Natsumi glares at him.
“Just because, you look kind of— I mean, you can tell you're related.”
She looks at Peko. “Who the hell is this guy?”
“Hinata Hajime,” Peko replies. “Fuyuhiko-sama brought him to lunch.”
“Uh. Yeah,” the kid says. He looks at Peko sideways. “I just met Pekoyama today. Your brother and I are… Friends? I guess?”
“You guess?”
“I mean.” Hinata gestures vaguely in Fuyuhiko’s wake. “We talk sometimes. I don’t know if he’d call us friends, though.”
Natsumi lifts her chin. “If you’re not sure, then he wouldn’t,” she tells him. “Remember that. Come on, Peko-chan.
“Wait,” Hinata says. “Kuzuryuu-san. I know it’s not any of my business, but—”
She rounds on him, and relishes the way he recoils, eyes big. “You’re right. It’s not any of your business. You think I give a crap what some talentless hack thinks of me?”
Hinata’s eyes narrow. It might be the first sign of a spine she’s seen from him since she showed up. “Your brother goes here,” he says. “Is he a talentless hack to you, too?”
Whatever. Slim spines crack easier.
She grabs him by the knot of his tie, and digs her nails in so that he doesn’t slip out of her grip when he jerks his head back. He swallows his yelp, and his face goes ashen; she can feel the way his pulse jumps against her knuckles. “It’s Hinata-kun, right?” He stares at her, and she drags him down to her level. “Right?” He nods. She smiles. “All right. Listen up, Hinata-kun. My brother is only stuck in this dump because Hope’s Peak is too afraid of what we’d do if they scouted the both of us. He doesn’t belong in here with trash like you, understand? And once I’m done, he won’t be. So you can be friends with him you guess as long as you want, but don’t think for one second that puts you on the same level as us.”
The bell rings for the next period. Natsumi shoves him when she lets him go, and he stumbles, hands at his collar.
“Come on, Peko-chan,” she says again, turning on her heel. “It’s time for class.”
*
me
07:53
we have to talk about this
me
08:12
i’m serious
me
08:13
do you want being here to be a complete waste of time?
me
08:13
because that’s what you’re doing right now
me
10:44
can you just talk to me like a grownup?
me
10:44
or are you just totally physically incapable?
me
13:28
i don’t know what else you want from me
me
13:28
i’m trying, okay
me
13:30
does sitting there ignoring all my messages make you feel better?
me
14:03
hey
me
14:03
hey
me
14:03
hey
me
14:22
i can’t fucking believe you sometimes
me
14:22
you’re such a fucking baby
me
15:42
WHAT
me
15:42
DO
me
15:42
YOU
me
15:42
WANT
me
15:42
FROM
me
15:42
ME
me
15:42
???????????
me
16:35
are you going to do this all year?
me
18:19
will you please just answer me one time
me
01:57
you know what? fuck you
me
02:02
i don’t need your help anyway
*
She sends Peko back to the west building a week later, this time with a message and clear instructions to make her brother listen to every word. Natsumi spends the lunch period alone in their new homeroom, her half of Peko’s packed lunch spread out in front of her, and waits for her phone to go off.
She doesn’t have to wait long. She could probably time Peko’s trip across the courtyards just using the timestamp on her brother’s responses.
fuyu-chan
12:07
are you fucking serious?
fuyu-chan
12:07
I told you to STOP
me
12:07
what else was i supposed to do??
me
12:07
she’s the only one you bother talking to anymore
me
12:07
should i handwrite a letter and send it through your new bff hinata-kun?
fuyu-chan
12:10
for fuck’s sake
fuyu-chan
12:10
I can’t believe you’re still this fucking selfish
me
12:10
I’M the selfish one? ME??
me
12:10
you’re not even TRYING to listen
fuyu-chan
12:10
listen to what? some sob story about how this isn’t really your fault?
fuyu-chan
12:10
I’m not about to let you pull this manipulative bullshit on me
fuyu-chan
12:11
I have nothing to fucking say to you. ever
fuyu-chan
12:11
so FUCK OFF
The message blurs. It takes her a second to realize that it’s her eyes and not her phone, hot tears catching on her eyelashes. She drops the phone on the desk with a clatter and presses both hands over her face.
On the other side of the room, the open door of the classroom clicks quietly shut.
Fuck, she lost track of the days, fuck. It’s Thursday. “Get lost, Koizumi-san!” she says, too loud. “Nobody said you could come in here!” She turns her face toward the wall and scrubs her sleeve across her eyes until they burn.
Koizumi doesn’t leave. Her shoes are quiet on the classroom’s linoleum floor, but Natsumi can still hear her milling around behind her. Eventually she sits on the edge of one of the desks behind Natsumi’s shoulder and asks, “Why are you crying?”
“I said, get lost.”
Koizumi draws air between her teeth, a disdainful, judgmental sound that’s been grating on Natsumi’s nerves since they were thirteen.
“I heard about your fight with Sonia-chan,” Koizumi says. She stands up, and sets something on the desk she was sitting on. It’s her lunchbox, when Natsumi glances at it; the fabric it’s wrapped in is blue today, with a smiling cloud design on it. “She won’t tell any of us what it was about.” She waits. Natsumi doesn’t say anything. “Is Peko-chan not going to eat with you today, either?”
Natsumi presses the heels of both hands into her eyes until she sees spots. She means to sigh, annoyed, but it just comes out as a long exhale. “What do you care?”
“Don’t get the wrong idea,” Koizumi says. She unties the top of her lunch. “I don’t feel bad for you. Whatever happened, I’d bet money that you brought it on yourself.” She takes out a single homemade meat bun and sets it on a napkin next to Natsumi’s knee. “But you have to have lunch. So stop being stubborn and just eat something.”
Natsumi ignores it.
“Come on,” Koizumi says again, once the silence gets to her. Her voice is softer. “This isn’t healthy. Yukizome-sensei is worried about you, you know?” She picks the meatbun back up and holds it under Natsumi’s nose. “You’ll feel better after you eat something, Natsumi-chan.”
Before she’s even recognized what she’s doing, Natsumi has Koizumi by the wrist. The meat bun tumbles out of her hand and onto the floor with a wet, thick sound. “You want to talk about what’s gonna make me feel better, Koizumi-san?”
Koizumi draws in a quick, frightened breath. She tries to pull her hand away, but Natsumi twists her wrist to pinch her skin and drag her forward, until they’re at eye level. “‘Cause I’ll tell you,” she says. “It’s not your charity. It’s not your pity. You want to congratulate yourself for alllll your good deeds, fine, but don’t foist them off on me like I’m one of your stupid pet projects. I look out for me, understand? I don’t need shit from you.”
Natsumi lets her go. Koizumi falls away from her until she runs into one of the desks behind her; the feet screech when it drags against the floor. She has her arm cradled against her stomach, the skin around her wrist angry and red.
Koizumi stays like that, braced against the jostled desk, breathing hard. “I only wanted to be your friend,” she says eventually, her voice trembling. “Back then. You’re the one who made it like this.”
She doesn’t take the time to retie the knot on her lunch before she stumbles out the door.
*
enoshima junko
12:16
what’s up bitch!!
enoshima junko
12:16
skip physics and come shopping with me
enoshima junko
12:16
there’s a pair of stiletto boots with your name ALL over them
*
peko
13:07
Will you not be attending class this afternoon?
fuyu-chan
13:29
where the hell are you?
fuyu-chan
13:30
peko says she hasn’t seen you since lunch
fuyu-chan
13:36
seriously natsumi don’t fucking start with this
*
Enoshima takes her to a tiny boutique wedged above a bakery. There’s no sign, inside or outside, and the walls of the stairwell are white and sparse. “Hisakawa and me go waaaaay back,” she explains, hips swaying on the staircase. “Trust me, you’re gonna love everything about her.”
But once they get inside, there’s only a bored-looking receptionist with a headset behind the front desk; he shoves a small clipboard toward them without looking up. Enoshima reaches past it to set her hand against his forearm, red nails bright against his dress shirt. “I should already be on the list.”
The receptionist jerks in his seat. He doesn’t recover well, expression tight when he turns to look at them. “Enoshima-san,” he says. “Welcome back. Hisakawa-san was expecting you.” His eyes slide to Natsumi. “Who’s your friend?”
“Kuzuryuu,” Natsumi answers.
The receptionist swallows. He stands from his desk, limbs stiff. “Of course. We were expecting you as well, Kuzuryuu-san. Come with me.”
“Don’t worry about Maeda,” Enoshima chirps, while he leads them back through the various show rooms. She doesn’t lower her voice. “He’s got a stick up his butt a mile long, but he’s all right.”
“Expecting me, huh?” Natsumi says, craning her neck to get a better look at one of the racks against the wall.
Enoshima grins at her. “Sure! I told them you were coming. What’re friends for, right, senpai?”
Maeda leads them all the way to a small room at the back of the store, then hovers just outside the door. The sofas are wider than the ones out front, with fatter cushions, and there’s a semicircle of matcha cookies laid out on a plate next to a pot of still-steaming tea. The room is flanked on both sides by massive racks of clothes, all at the high knife-edge of fashion, and all very, very expensive.
Enoshima dives toward one of the racks and throws a pair of tall black boots back at her. They have gold buckles and a skinny heel, and they’re exactly in Natsumi’s size. “Put those on!” she barks. She drapes herself back across one of the sofas and plucks one of the cookies from the plate. “Maeda back there is gonna be begging for you to step on him by the time we’re through.”
“If you could keep your voices down,” Maeda says behind them.
Natsumi sits on the opposite sofa, and drops her bag on the floor beside her. “So,” she says. “Cut the crap. Why’d you bring me here?” She bends down to toe the boots on. They’re well-made, and heavy in her hands. “It wasn’t just to show me these.”
“Well, it was at least, like, thirty percent to show you those. I mean, look at them, right?” Enoshima pillows her arms behind her head. “The rest, I just figured girls like you and me should stick together, you know?”
Natsumi scoffs. “‘You and me’?” Her ankles wobble when she stands up; the heels are taller than she’s used to. “That’s a good one. You and me nothing.”
She meets Enoshima’s eye through the big full-body mirror, but she only smiles back. “Did you know Hisakawa has six other little boutiques like this in the city?” Enoshima asks. She snaps another cookie between her teeth. “And that’s just here. A designer like that has a lot of connections. And she has to do a lot to make ends meet.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m not saying anything. I’m just the go-between! The introduction. I’ve got an old friend in need of a loan and a new one who might be able to help her out.” Enoshima’s eyes rake up and down her body, evaluative. “We need to get you into something else,” she decides. “Those boots in that outfit make you look like the centerfold of a bad porno mag.”
She’s right. The boots clash oddly with her school uniform; they make her look like a little kid with questionable ideas of what an adult dresses like. Natsumi steps to the rack and snaps through choices. “Well, you can keep it to yourself,” she says. “My family doesn’t need any help selling loans.”
“Maybe not,” Enoshima says. “But you need momentum, am I right? Some resources? Friends in high places?” When Natsumi looks back over her shoulder at her, she laughs. “What do you think the fashion industry is, Natsumi-senpai?”
Natsumi pulls a dress from somewhere in the middle of the rack: black, with a high neckline and an image of a dragon winding up the left side, scales in shining gold leaf. “Don’t know,” she answers. “Don’t care.”
“Well, that’s okay,” Enoshima says, her smile sharp-edged. “I’ll just talk to myself! I love this stuff, you know. In case you hadn’t heard.”
Natsumi goes into the dressing room, and Enoshima does talk to herself. She tells herself all about Hisakawa: her history, her money troubles, her track record in the underbelly of Japan’s fashion world. By the time Natsumi has the dress over her head, she has to admit: it doesn’t sound like a bad deal.
When she comes back out, Enoshima whistles and drags her in front of the full-body mirror by the elbow. Her fingers are cold when she zips the dress the rest of the way up. “I like it,” she says. “Now this is the centerfold of a good porno mag, am I right?”
Natsumi skims her hands down her hips to smooth the fabric against her skin. It’s a better look with the heels than her school uniform. It’s a better look all around. She doesn’t feel like a little girl playing dress up, the way she always did wearing the elaborate kimonos her mother bought for her. She feels like herself, but better. Powerful. Intimidating.
Enoshima lingers behind her. She smooths her hands around Natsumi’s ribcage and plucks at pleats to give them more volume. “You know what I think, senpai?” she asks, her chin on Natsumi’s shoulder. She smiles at the mirror. “I think you’re gonna revolutionize the whole genre. Those old onna-oyabun tropes are so last century. You’re gonna give it some life. Some edge.” She draws Natsumi’s hair between her fingers and twists it into a high bun, tight enough to pinch her scalp. She pierces it with a pin at just the right angle to keep it secure without making it uncomfortable. “A new sense of scary-but-sexy style.”
Natsumi tilts her chin at herself in the mirror the way her father always does at the junior members when he dismisses them.
“Ooh, chilly.” Enoshima says, cheerful. “Bingo! Looks like we have a winner!”
Natsumi feels around the hem of the dress for the price tag, but Enoshima’s fingers clasp over hers before she can read it. The tips of her nails are sharp against the back of her hand. “Hey, hey, hey,” she says. “Don’t worry about it.” She twists her wrist to rip the tag off. “Just take it! Who else is gonna be able to pull of the metallic golden dragon look anyway, huh?“
Natsumi looks back over her shoulder, but Maeda hasn’t moved. He has two fingers against the earpiece of his headset, and he’s talking rapidly to someone about the cost of purple silk. “What,” she says, already rolling her eyes, “you’re going to pay for it?”
Her hands still linger on the collar of the dress despite herself, fine fabric shifting beneath her fingers. She doesn’t want to take it off. She doesn’t want to lose the feeling she has now, like her mistakes are all behind her and the future is at her fingertips.
Enoshima snorts. “No way! Hisakawa owes me a favor for saving her last show. Think of it as a gift, from her to me to you.” She slides one arm around Natsumi’s shoulders. “To celebrate a bright new partnership.”
Natsumi wears the dress and the shoes out of the store.
*
me
14:56
i’m on my way back now
me
14:56
wait for me outside the dorm
peko
14:56
Yes, young mistress.
*
Peko’s expression is pinched and tight when Natsumi sees her next. (Outside the dorm, as promised.) She steps forward when she sees her, relief smoothing out the lines.
“Welcome back, young mistress,” she says. Natsumi doesn’t break stride. Peko takes the cue to fall into step beside her. “Is something the matter?”
“Nope,” Natsumi answers. “We’re going to get my brother.”
Peko’s steps don’t hesitate, but she does look back over her shoulder, at the retreating dorm behind them. “Fuyuhiko-sama was—” She pauses, considers, chooses her words. “Agitated, when I saw him last. I don’t know if—”
“Too bad for him!” Natsumi’s heart is beating fast. The west building is too damn far. “Come on, pick up the pace!”
Peko doesn’t argue anymore. It’s late in the day; students must have already started scattering to their different clubs, but Natsumi knows her brother’s schedule, and she knows she’ll find him when he comes out of the main building.
Once he does, they’re settling this.
There are more students than Natsumi expects lingering on the front steps of the building, but it is the reserve course. Maybe they just have less to do. One of them is Satou, sitting at the base of the steps with a handful of friends who aren't Koizumi, who Natsumi's impressed exist at all.
Satou doesn’t see her, at first. But reserve course students always murmur among themselves when a main course student shows up on the steps of the west building, so it hardly takes any time at all. One of her friends points past her shoulder, and her head turns.
In the next moment, she’s on her feet. Natsumi lets her come, arms crossed and smile lazy, but Satou doesn’t stop when she’s within shouting distance. She charges straight at her, hand grasping blindly for her shoulder, and Peko has to shove her arm between them to shake her off. Satou at least knows enough not to swing at Peko; she only jerks her arm away and retreats a few steps like a dumb, injured dog.
“Hey!” Natsumi snaps. “Hands off! What the hell is your problem?”
Satou doesn’t back down. “My problem?” she shouts. Every head in the courtyard turns towards them. “You! It’s always you! Nothing gives you the right to treat people the way you do, Natsumi. You’re disgusting. You’re the worst. I can’t believe you’d even show your face here.”
“Ohhhh.” Natsumi rolls her eyes high, with her entire head. “I get it. Is this about Koizumi-san? Did she go crying to you again? Why am I not surprised?”
“I don’t know why she even still bothers trying to help you. You’re a lost cause. I don’t think you even have a heart at all.”
Students are starting to circle around them. None of the reserve course students have the guts to interrupt, not with Peko already grasping her shinai with one hand, but they watch, drawn in like bugs to a lantern. Fuyuhiko is one of them; he’s lingering at the top of the steps, Hinata behind him. Natsumi can see him past Satou’s shoulder, watching her.
“What do you know about it, huh?” she says. “Did you know you’re one of her little projects, too?” Satou scoffs, arms crossed. “No? You only talk to her, what, twice a week? That’s right, isn’t it? That’s about how often she decides she feels like gracing you with her presence? Do you think it makes her feel better about herself, sharing her talent with you wastes of space? Does she give herself brownie points for being the guiding light in your piss poor excuse for a life?”
Satou is glaring at her, but her cheeks are red. She doesn’t say anything, and Natsumi laughs in her face. “That’s what I thought. How does it feel, knowing you’ll never amount to anything other than a leech hanging off the back of Koizumi-san’s skirt?”
“They should’ve expelled you,” Satou spits. “You’re an embarrassment to Hope’s Peak.”
The other students gasp. Some of them start to whisper. Others laugh nervously. Natsumi isn’t sure how many or how loudly; her ears are ringing and her skin is cold, and the smug look on Satou’s face sets off something sour in her gut.
“Hey!” Her brother lunges to the front of the gathered crowd, elbow in the ribcage of some tittering girl, and Hinata has to catch him at the chest before he breaks the line. “The fuck did you just say to my sister, bitch?”
“Kuzuryuu— Hang on, calm down—”
“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down when this bitch is over here running her goddamn mouth—”
Satou keeps talking. She’s always been taller and broader than Natsumi; when Satou presses into her space, she looms. “You’re not talented. You’re a bully. That’s the only reason you’re still around. Watase-sensei and the other judges knew what a fraud you were, and look how you treated them! You don’t deserve to be in the main course with Mahiru!”
Natsumi’s had enough.
She hits Satou across the face, somewhere between a slap and a punch, the edges of her knuckles colliding with Satou’s cheekbone. The impact reverberates through the courtyard; it's hard enough to send Satou to the concrete. The shot of pain up it sends up the length of Natsumi’s arm expands in her chest as a full, giddy feeling, and rises straight up to her head.
A handful of overdramatic students scream, and the rest scatter like frightened birds.
It’s Natsumi’s turn to loom. Satou is holding both hands against her face when Natsumi steps over her, and they drop when Natsumi steps on her, shoe against her collarbone. There’s a bright slash of red along her cheek where the edge of Natsumi’s nail dug too deep.
She has to keep her ankle at a precise angle to keep the sharp point of her heel from digging too deeply into Satou’s chest. Natsumi can admire it even better at this angle, where it draws a dark smear of dirt across Satou’s white blouse.
“I think we need to have a chat, Satou-san,” Natsumi says. She keeps her voice high and delicate, and keeps a smile on her face. “Since you obviously didn’t hear me the first time. Which is funny, because I thought I was pretty clear, you know?” The ring of students around them is silent. “But maybe you’re just too stupid to get it. That’s fine. I’ll say it one more time, since we’re old friends, and this time I’ll even use small words.”
She leans down until all her weight is on the ball of her right foot. She can feel the way the cartilage in Satou’s shoulder strains under the pressure.
“My business is my business. Not yours. Not Koizumi-san’s. So you don’t need to concern yourself with it, okay? I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to hear you. I don’t want to hear about you. Ever.” The setting sun is warm against her back. It dumps her shadow over Satou’s trembling face. “We’re not going to have this conversation again. Understand?”
Satou’s chest heaves. Natsumi leans over her. “Sorry, Satou-san, I really need to be sure you get it this time, you know? I said—” She drives her heel down. “—do you understand?”
Satou scrabbles at the back of Natsumi’s heel, trying to relieve the pressure. Her chin jerks, intentional or not.
Natsumi lifts her weight up. She laughs when Satou scrambles away from her, tights tearing on the dirty concrete, and puts both hands on her hips. “Good enough! Glad we could get that settled, huh?” She tilts her head back. “Peko-chan, we’re leaving.”
“Yes, young mistress.”
She looks at her brother, where he's shoved his way to the front of the mass of students, Hinata’s hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t have the same wide-eyed, dumbfounded expression as the others, but she has trouble reading the expression he does have, his mouth thin and his brow creased. “Well?” she asks.
He rolls his shoulder to shake off Hinata’s hand. He nods at her, a shallow dip of his chin, and when she walks away the two of them are behind her, Fuyuhiko at her right shoulder and Peko at her left.
#natsumi kuzuryuu#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu#peko pekoyama#kuzupeko#danganronpa#DRAGS SELF UP FROM THE VOID#two more left!!#we're getting so close!!!#if there's anyone still out there wondering if this fic has a happy ending#this chapter is for you#also apologies for any formatting weirdness#ao3 gobbled up my formatting and then pooped it out without remorse#i did my best to fix what i could#fic: by the claw of dragon#sunwrites
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A Fuyuhiko fluffabet please?
Fluffy Gangster!
A = Attractive. What do they find attractiveabout the other?
He liked how strong and confident you are,not to mention beautiful.
B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?
Uhhh… well he is expected to eventually havekids… but uhh.. Children are terrifying. They scream, cry, poop, and Fuyuhikois just in a constant state of panic.
C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?.
He will just hold you face-to-face, as hehates spooning. He will also enjoy you sitting on his lap.
D = Dates. What are dates with them like?
He really couldn't care less where you gotogether, as long as you both have fun.
E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. mylife, my world…)
You are the one thing in this world, I wouldgive my life to protect
F = Feelings. When did they know they werefalling in love?
When he saw that you were both strong,independent, smart, kind, and beautiful.
G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?
He is gentle with you when intimate, anyother time he teats you more like Peko.
H = Holding Hands. How do they like to holdhands?
He is very embarrassed to hold your hand inpublic, but also likes it, as it shows that you are a couple and scares offmost of the fuqbois who would try to approach you.
I = Impression. First impression/s?
He thought you were interesting, mostlybecause you seemed like the only normal person in the 77th class.
J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?
He doesn't do any pranks, he finds them moreannoying than fun.
K = Kiss. How do they kiss?
He is better at the small pecks, but tries todo the deep French kisses, despite being quite inexperienced and clumsy.
L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?
You say it first, and him, trying to act allmanly in front of the others just said 'ya ya, you too'. When he realized howhurt you were, he ran after you and told you how much you truly meant tohim. He even made a big cheesy speechabout how much you meant to him, sacrificing his pride to show you how much hetruly felt.
M = Memory. What’s their favorite memorytogether?
His favorite memory was actually when you hadscheduled a spa day with Peko, but she had to cancel last minute, so youdragged him along. It was actually very nice getting a massage, he never knewhow truly stressed he was. He also enjoyed the foot massage they gave him whenthey did his pedicure, and his skin was so soft after that seaweed wrap! Youalso got a chance to really just chat and enjoy yourselves. But if you tellanyone about that you're dead.
N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy theperson they love everything?
He will spend on you rationally andoccasionally. Yes, he will pay for your dates, but if you want a $5000necklace… your gonna have to wait and be REALLY good for Santa to bring youthat necklace.
O = Occupation. Dream Job?
A CEO to a bug company… it's really nodifferent from the yakuza right? He is at the top, sitting on a pile of money,and he screws over everyone else beneath him to stay at the top… now that hethinks about it… the yakuza is better… at least there is comradery there.
P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?
When around his yakuza, he will try and callyou names that most tough guys would call their 'broads'. So, something likebabe, sweet cheeks, or pet. Any other time, he truly finds those namesobjective and disrespectful and calls you by your name.
Q = Quaint. What is their favorite non-modernthing?
Knives. He considers them non-modern becausein terms of weapons, they aren't as modern. He likes them because, in a fight,you have a much larger chance of living, or at least holding your own in aknife fight than a gun fight.
R = Rainy Day
He hates rain, so he stays inside poutingmost of the day. He refuses to not be a grump, so the day is spent with you andPeko cleaning up, baking, or studying together.
S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/othersup?
He is supposed to act manly, as the boss, butyou, as his partner, is the one person he truly hopes he can show a weaker sideto without you thinking less of him. That alone, you just listening to him,comforting him, and offering him advice is enough to make him feel better. Hisfirst reaction to when you are sad is to kill whoever made you sad. The nextoption is to listen to you rant, if you don't want to talk about it, he won'tforce you, and will just hold you, or give you space if you need it. Just tellhim what you need, he will do it.
T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?
He is more interested than listening to yourather than
U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?
He knows this sounds childish, but he has ahumidifier that he puts essential oils, particularly lavender in, to help soothhim. Not only does the lavender have calming properties, but it smells nice tohim.
V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off?What are they proud of?
He likes to show off that he is in charge ofthe yakuza. He may look like a kid, but he is the boss.
W = Wedding. When, how, where do theypropose?
He wouldn't be traditional, but veryembarrassed and casual with his proposal. "Hey uh… let's getmarried…"
X = Xylophone. What’s their song?
Riders on the storm by snoop Dog
Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. thecookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)
You are the uhh.. Umm… fuck what am Isupposed to say? *leans over and whispers to Peko* hey, figure something outfor this.
Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what wouldthey get?
He would want something really bad-ass, likea cat that just had a 'don't mess with me" expression. But the pet wouldonly be nice to him. Fuck everybody else
~ModAnju
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super dank rope 2 characters as shit my friends have said
hajime: dank memes and broken dreams
nagito: that is one hard bagel
chiaki: i saw space invaders and i nyoomed over there
kazuichi: walk up to the club like whaddup i gotta safety cone on my leg
gundam: obey the walrus
sonia: in my country, we smell the squirrels
teruteru: people who eat gluten free bread and sriracha sauce suck. end of story
twogami: *meatball falls out of sandwich* please kill me
nekomaru: is that not dodgeball for weeaboos?
akane: are those eggs?
mikan: i just read probiotic as problematic
ibuki: everyone dies, just like everyone poops!
hiyoko: kill the ants!
mahiru: okay now you're getting petty
fuyuhiko: i don't need your stupid baby school
peko: ...stop dabbing
~~BONUS~~
izuru: 'what's gucci?' it's a brand
monomi: gosh darn youngsters
monokuma: i can't fly coach, i'm pregnant
junko: succi my gucci
#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda#chiaki namani#kazuichi souda#gundam tanaka#sonia nevermind#teruteru hanumura#byakuya twogami#nekomaru nidai#akane owari#mikan tsumiki#ibuki mioda#hiyoko saionji#mahiru koizumi#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu#peko pekoyama#izuru kamukura#monomi#monokuma#junko enoshima#sdr2#danganronpa#goodbye despair#dank rope#im sorry#my friends#i love these babes
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“Toot! Toot! This is a HOLD UP!”
“Or maybe doot doot? Ibuki can’t choose which gun to use! Tu turuu~”
“Cease your movement, unruly shadows! Do not make me repeat myself.“
“Are you sure that’s aaaaall the money you have? Let’s open you up and check just to be sure!“
Ibuki Mioda
Codename: Noise or Encore
Arcana: Sun
Mask: Metal face mask from Mad Max except it extends up to her two oni horns hair [NOTE: unlike all the other masks, only Ibuki's doesn't cover her eyes but beware, her true power lies in her voice]
Ourfit: Looks like something picked out from Kingdom Hearts with all the unnecessary belts and zippers, honestly what style is she even going for? The color scheme is still the same except instead of the school uniform, she wears a lot of leather like a post-apocalyptic musician. Her gloves are mismatched: her right is pink and ends at her wrist while her left is striped pink and ends at her elbow.
Persona: Mousai [yes, she gets all 9 muses in 1 summon, she calls them her band]
*NOTE: Ibuki is that one character who actually tried to apply to become a Dangan Thief. In a convenient turn of events, she managed to eavesdrop on one of their meetings (who knew that doing dubious vocal training at suspicious corners would pay off!) and she was excited as hell! She thought they were cool and wanted to try it out. Through sheer confidence (much to the annoyance of the party), she was able to convince them to let her join (mostly to watch) on one of their field days. Things escalated but thankfully she awakened her persona in the moment of crisis.
Skillset: Strong nuclear skills, weak to psychokinesis; high critical rates but also low resistance to status ailments
Weapons: Guitar axe, sword flute, hammer drum, tuning dagger, trombone shotgun, trumpet pistol, harp crossbow, violin bow, french horn grenade launcher (where does Ibuki get all these weapons?!)
All-Out Attack Card: "Face the music" blasting from speakers (think Coma Doof of Mad Max Fury Road) with her weapon on fire she shouts, "This girl is on fiyaaaaaah!"
Awakening Scene:
Mousai: All this shouting reminds us of a song, does it not? A pitiful song. Look at them, walking all over you, drumming to a rhythm that silences yours. Are you just going to let this miserable song go on? Where is your voice? Why aren't you singing louder than these fools who think they can!
Ibuki: This is the part where Ibuki proves you wrong mysterious voice inside Ibuki's head! Clearly you're new to my concert 'cause you would know that I was just warming up! Ibuki didn't become a rockstar by being quiet, Ibuki ROARED! I'll show you just how loud I can be at FULL VOLUME!
Mousai: And here we thought you couldn't get any louder. Your song has finally reached us. As you already know, all great musicians had to sign a contract. I art thou... thou art I...
Ibuki: ROCK AND ROCK AND ROCK AND ROCK AND ROCKROCKROCKROCKROCK AND ROLL, MOUSAI!
Quotes:
"Onwards to the next concert, Ace Detective!"
"Too fast! I didn't even get to do a solo!"
"I leveled up! And I have song to celebrate with!"
“Oooooh! A new skill! I can totally rock this!”
"That sparkle! That shine! That shining shimmering splendid! It's a treasure chest! Let's go for it!"
"A safe room you say? Let's take five and rehearse."
“Nothing exciting like wandering in someone's world inside their head.”
"Hehehe... I'm just warming up. Bring on the show!"
“Can I get an encore? Do you want more?”
"Wheeeeeew, boy am I pooped! Let's stop the tour here please."
"Look, a shadow! We should go say hi!"
“A rabbid fan saw us! Run run run RUN!”
"It's like an amateur facing off with a pro... boring and unfair."
“Mmmmmhhhhh, I feel like that one would explode with just one note.”
"Huh?! You want to fight that? Okay but this is a death flag just saying."
“Watch out! This feels like one of those important showdowns! Gotta get your cool lines ready beforehand.”
“All my friends, we're glorious! Tonight we are victorious!”
*BATON PASS!* "LET'S MAKE SOME NOISE!"
*PROTECT* "Move, bitch! Get out the way!"
*ENDURE* "Ugh... My last one standing game is strong!"
*PERSONA!* "Burn the stage down, Mousai!"
*Follow Up* "Need a second voice for that solo?"
*Cover Fire* "Please oh please let me do the chorus."
*Harisen Recovery* "Wake up, get up, GET OUT THERE!"
*low on health* "I can see it... my ending! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
*healing someone* "Don't die on me for plot device!"
*getting healed* "Aaaaaaah! Feeling alive is so much better than feeling dead."
*giving buffs* "Power ups for more power!"
*physical attacks* "How do you like the sound of that?"
*attacking* "GET REKT!"
*attack misses* “Oh no! My hidden ditzy character is showing!"
*couldn't finish off enemy* "Can't believe it didn't die, so rude!"
*fainting* "It's weird... I can't seem to hear anything... so sad."
*getting resurrected* “An encore? Well don't mind if I do!"
[lmao these are all song lyrics]
*status ailment* "I, I shake it off! I shake it off!"
Burn: "It's fire burning! Fire burning on the dance floor!"
Freeze: “Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!!!! Ice! Ice! Baby!”
Shock: "Girl, I'm all charged up! Cutie! Electro-cutie!"
Forget: "See you driving 'round town with the girl I love and I'm like. Forget you! Ooh, ooh, ooh~"
Charm: "We found love in a hopeless place~"
Rage: "Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the... FLOOOOOOOOOR!" or “ORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!”
Despair: "Please don't take... my sunshine away..."
Hunger: "Ah ya ya ya ya I! Keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!"
Dizzy: "You spin my head right round, right round. When you go down, when you go down down."
Sleep: “In the jungle... the mighty jungle... the lion sleeps tonight... A weema-weh, wimoweh, wimba way, awimbawe..."
Silence: *#@$%&?! or (somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence)
Mouse: *to the tune of hickory dickory dock* "Squeaksqueaksqueak squeaksqueaksqueak squeak~"
Mementos Chats:
"The acoustics here are amazing! I bet I can yell and it would ECHOOOOOOOO!"
"Uuuuuuuggggggghhhhh. Why does Silence even exist? It just makes me want to be LOUDER!"
"I tried singing to them shadows, like legit singin not attacking-singing. And they just exploded? Rude!"
"Shadows haven't developed the advanced hearing we people persons have. Otherwise they would have been enjoying my concerts."
"Hey, maybe I should write my next song about Dangan Thieves. 'You stole my heart so I'm stealing your distorted desires'"
Ibuki: Maybe I should try bringing more instruments next time. I want to try pulling off a concert with my new band!
Hajime: For the last time, your persona is not a band. Please only limit summoning them for thieving purposes.
Hajime: I knew you always had a dangerous taste in music but this is just taking it to the next level.
Ibuki: What are you talking about, SpaceAce? This is just my usual.
Chiaki: This is so exciting, I think. I've always liked those characters who literally use music to attack.
Ibuki: Awwww, that's so sweet of you, Bonbon. I'm gonna dedicate my next song to you!
Nagito: You are lively as always, ahahaha. Nothing can keep your hope quiet, how wonderful!
Ibuki: Damn right! Noise is here to turn up the volume!
Fuyuhiko: Where the fuck do you get all these crazy shit weapons?
Ibuki: They're Noise Originals obviously! Made them myself to use during concerts but my bandmates never let me.
Peko: The way you wield your instruments... it is quite intriguing. It looks reckless but under trained eyes, it actually holds perfect form. You make it look so easy.
Ibuki: Hrrrrr, I don't really get what you say. I just play like how I would, ya know?
Mahiru: Please tell me you don't actually use your weapons in real life.
Ibuki: Definitely nadah! Noise is against fighting. Oh, but I do use them to play some sweet notes sometimes.
Ibuki: If I can summon nine people, that's eight more than normal! Oh, no! Does that mean Noise has multiple personalities!
Impostor: No, that's not it. I can assure you that's not your case and there's no need for you to worry.
Impostor:
Ibuki:
Tsumiki: U-Um, please not so loud when near other people. Hiiii! I'm so s-sorry! It's just, um... it could cause hearing problems so... sorry!
Ibuki: It's cool, dokidoki! I just gotta be loud far far away, got it.
Sonia: You have quite the unique persona. To think that your other self looks like a group of nine persons, how interesting!
Ibuki: I knooooow! It's like my fantasy band! Me, myself, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and Loud I.
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Gundam Tanaka
Codename: (Evil Overlord) Lich
Arcana: Strength
Mask: Aku Shogun of Sorrow Mask by EpicLeather
Ourfit: Typical evil overlord getup (think castlevania dracula). Old fashion, dark and edgy, with a cape (black on the outside, violet on the inside), and his purple long scarf still wrapped around his neck. His left sleeve is rolled up until his elbow but instead of bandages, there's a gauntlent made of bones. His gloves have a skeletal design.
*IMPORTANT NOTE: Even though none of his hamsters have awakened, Gundam still insists on bringing the Four Dark Devas of Destruction with him, even going so far as making them all tiny individual masks, and redubbing them as the Four Dangan Devas of Thieving. Their codenames are as follows:
"Supernova Silver Fox" San-D: Inari
"Mirage Golden Hawk" Jum-P: Horus
"Crimson Steel Elephant": Ganesha
"Invading Black Dragon" Cham-P: Ao Shun
Persona: Kaminari-sama, god of lightning, thunder, storms
Note: unlike popular depictions, Gundam's persona looks more adorable than threatening, it's cute AF, takes a form similar to the momonga, japanese dwarf flying squirrel, but with sparks
Skillset: Strong zio skills but weak to garu
Weapons: Pair of sai and revolver or flintlock
All-Out Attack Card: “INFINITY UNLIMITED FLAME” written in a summon circle with dark flames scorching in the background and he says, "Ha! You weak creatures make me laugh!"
Awakening Scene:
Kaminari-sama: How many times more will you let people make a mockery of your power? You are a Lord of Darkness, are you not? And yet rather than respect, they throw ridicule and insults at you, call you a false god. A powerless god. I ask you this, are you truly that powerless?
Gundam: For a demon born from the abyss of my heart, you should already know the answer. I've been ridiculed enough by others so do not dare join their mockery! A powerless god you say, ha! They spout insults AND lies! My power is no joke. And they would regret every word they said that assumed otherwise!
Kaminari-sama: Spoken like a true Dark Lord. As long as you understand your rights then let us proceed with the contract. I art thou... thou art I... The power you've longed for is already within your grasp. You are no benevolent god. You are an Evil Overlord who destroys all obstacles and punishes all those who oppose you!
Gundam: That's right! Bwahaha! At last! The seal on my dark powers has finally been broken! From this day forth, I have been born anew, only to lay waste to those before me! Strike them down, Kaminari-sama!
Codename:
Gundam: Hahaha! At last! The time to unleash my wrath upon the world has come! Tremble before the destructive force before you!
Chiaki: Congratulations on unlocking your persona, Gundam. New party member acquired!
Nagito: It was quite the sight to behold, your awakening, truly I am lucky to witness such hope. Ah, and now you've decided to join us as well. Hmmm, I suppose it's time to address the next issue. So what should his codename be?
Gundam: Ha! I've been waiting for this moment! From here on out you shall address me by my true name! For I am Evil Overlo—
Mahiru: Overruled.
Gundam: W-What's this blasphemy? I haven't even finished yet!
Fuyuhiko: Yeah, you don't need to finish that for us to know it was going to be a long ass name. Newsflash edgelord, we're only shooting for two syllables at most.
Gundam: How preposterous! That is simply not enough to seal my abyssmal power in words. Do you not understand the consequences should my strength remain unrestrained? This pathetic world shall be torn asunder!
Peko: Perhaps we should hear him out first. There must be at least something short for a codename in what he was proposing. Let's try to focus on the main component of his name and then debate on the honorifics later. Is that acceptable enough?
Gundam: Hmph, as long as you do not forget then I shall agree to those terms for now.
Tsumiki: Then um... What would you l-like your codename to be?
Gundam: Evil Overlord of the Underworld
Mahiru: Too long! And I still can't pick any of those for a codename! Take this seriously, will you?
Gundam: You dare question my name? It would seem mortals still lack the skill to comprehend true power before their eyes.
Impostor: It's actually more of a technicality. We can't call you Overlord or Lord because it'll simply get confused with mine, King. Evil and Underworld are out of the question. Is there no other name you wish to go by?
Gundam: Ah... I see. Someone else has claimed a similar name. Even a dark lord such as myself knows to honor rights. I did not foresee such an event.
Chiaki: In other words, you didn't have any backup aliases... I think.
Sonia: Hold your head high, my dark overlord! For I shall crown you with a name worthy of your esteem!
Gundam: What? What is this name that you speak of, Dark Queen?
Sonia: *whispers to herself* Actually, I go by Enchantress here but I don't mind being called your Dark Queen... *clears throat* There is a name spoken with fear in my country. I believe only you can hold it with the same tenacity. Lich, a being of the dark arts. It suits you, does it not, Evil Overlord Lich?
Gundam: Evil Overlord Lich... Fuhuhu... Yes! I can feel the dark arts resonating with it! COWER BEFORE THE MIGHT OF EVIL OVERLORD LICH! Bwahahaha!
Chiaki: Good for you, Evil Overlord Lich.
Hajime: No. No way. We are NOT going to call him that all the time.
Gundam: Traitor! You had promised me freedom in choosing my name! Are you saying that you had no honor to uphold those words from the very beginning!
Nagito: Oh, my. It seems you've upset him. It would be a lengthy discussion if we decide to change his codename at this point. How about we settle for a compromise instead?
Hajime: Fine. We'll call you Evil Overlord Lich whenever but in battles we are redacting that to Lich. Is that compromise enough?
Gundam: I suppose those are agreeable terms. The contract is sealed. You now have my blood in your hands, do your best to not fall prey to its insanity.
Hajime: Yeah, sure whatever. Good to know that you're finally happy. Now let's go.
Gundam: Do not dare to leave just yet. There is another important matter that needs your immediate attention. Be grateful that I had warned you or else you would have suffered a horrible death.
Fuyuhiko: Oh, c'mon! We've already spent like ten minutes here. What else do you want to talk about? Your fucking madeup backstory?
Gundam: You should tread carefully with your words, mere mortal. But no, this urgent business does not address me. It is a decision regarding beings higher than myself.
Mahiru: We get it. Higher powers. Fancy words. Just get to the point and let's be done with this.
Gundam: Now that my power has been sealed by name, I request your assistance in performing more seals... specifically four.
Quotes:
"I have spells that last longer than that fight. Let us set off!"
"Muwahahaha... I can feel it! Power surges through my veins!"
“My repertoir increases yet again!”
"A treasure chest? What dangers does this one hold within?"
"We've arrived at a safe room. Do not waste this moment's reprieve."
“This journey pales in comparison to the trek I did to reach the Underworld where my brethren live.”
"An Evil Overlord is a being void of humanity. Worry not for I need no rest."
“My mortal vessel is proving to be cumbersome. Even so, I will not let it hold me back.”
"Do not mistake this exhaustion for weakness. Contain such great power puts a toll on any mortal body and my vessel has reached its limits."
"Fiends run amok. Shall we cleanse the area?"
“Ack! We've been sighted? They must have felt the disturbance in the air."
“I take pity on these unworthy opponents.”
"They are no threat to us. Quickly decide on their fates."
"Tread carefully! Even from this distance, I can sense the oppressiveness of their powers."
“We must prepare ourselves for this one or our lives shall be forfeit.”
“Another victory to add to my inordinate saga!”
*BATON PASS!* "Face the wrath of The Evil Overlord Lich!"
*PROTECT* "Fool! Defend yourself!"
*ENDURE* "You fiend... Did you think that was enough to best me?"
*PERSONA!* "Rise forth, Kaminari-sama!" or "Strike them down, Kaminari-sama!"
*Follow Up* "Call upon my wrath!"
*Cover Fire* "Let my thunderstorm rain upon them!"
*Harisen Recovery* "Do not disappoint me!"
*low on health* "Hmph... Did you truly think that dying would strike fear into my heart?"
*healing someone* "It's far too early for you to join me in the Underworld."
*getting healed* "I shall remember your generosity."
*giving buffs* "By the dark arts, I imbue you with strength!"
*physical attacks* "Lightning strikes! Twice!"
*attacking* "Your end is nigh!"
*attack misses* “Preposterous! You avoided your fate?"
*couldn't finish off enemy* "Delaying the inevitable will only bring you greater suffering."
*fainting* "Fallen I have... but my life was one lived to the fullest."
*getting resurrected* “A second chance? If you truly miss me then I will gladly return at your call.”
*status ailment* "Curse this mortal body!"
Burn: "This fire holds no flame against my Infinity Unlimited Flame!"
Freeze: “This frostbite is all bark and no bite!”
Shock: "Betrayed...? By my own element?"
Forget: "My name... has been sealed again?"
Charm: “The call of darkness beckons me!”
Rage: “Face the wrath of my fury!”
Despair: "All these struggles... are they even worth it?"
Hunger: "The beast within howls! I recquire sustenance immediately!"
Dizzy: "What's this? I can't sense their aura as sharply!"
Sleep: “Snore... Tremblewithfear... Zzz...”
Silence: !!!
Mouse: "SQUEAK!"
Mementos Chats:
"Be grateful, foolish mortals, for I am a generous Dark Lord who spares his time for your thievery."
"Some of the shadows look more animalistic than fiendish... what is this inner turmoil?"
"The storm surges on outside in the real world. Now is the time to strike terror into the shadows!"
"I can feel it... My Evil Eye tells me that there is great malice within the walls of Mementos."
"I shall conquer the real world and the cognitive world as well!"
"An Evil Overlord serving as a Dangan Thief... Of course, evil is known to wear many masks."
Chiaki: Our personas should reflect our own psyches, right?
Hajime: I guess. I mean they aren't called our "other selves" for no reason.
Chiaki: Hmmm, I see. I wonder what that says about Lich.
Nagito: Ah, I now understand why you brought this up. He does posess an... interesting persona.
Fuyuhiko: Just call it as it is. It's fucking adorable that's what.
Mahiru: For a guy who's edgier than a knife, he's actually a huge softie on the inside.
Ibuki: Oyaoya? Could this be what they call "gap moe"?
Tsumiki: B-But it's still dangerous! It h-hurt a lot when he got brainwashed and used it on me, hiiii!
Impostor: True, we must not underestimate it for its appearance. His persona is terrifying... no matter how cute it seems.
Peko: That may be so... I wonder if it's fur is as soft as it looks... Maybe since it's a persona, I can actually get to pet it.
Sonia: It would seem that everyone has taken a liking to your persona, oh Dark One. It's very cute indeed.
Gundam: Cute is not befitting for a god! It's merely a disguise for you to let your guard down- cease your shallow appraisal on its appearance!
Gundam: I thought we agreed that you would address me by my full title outside of battles.
Hajime: Lich can you not.
Hajime: I can't believe you really did bring your hamsters with you... Wait, are those masks? You even made them their own masks? By hand?
Gundam: How else do you suppose would they acquire garments fitting of gods?
Chiaki: Whenever Lich talks, it's like I'm playing an old fantasy RPG. Recruiting an Evil Overlord as a party member is amazing, I think.
Gundam: Even for someone as aloof as yourself, you say the wisest things. No need to thank my generosity, you're welcome.
Nagito: It's actually quite thoughtful of you to make masks for your hamsters. These are very well made even. As expected of someone filled with so much hope!
Gundam: Fufufu... Your praise will not earn you any favors but it is acceptable enough.
Fuyuhiko: You could tone it down with your fancy shit. Seriously just yell zio like any person with common sense would, no need for a five minute incantation full of crap.
Gundam: You lack the power to understand the full potential of my spells. My incantations fuel the strength of my skills so do not underestimate their value.
Peko: Even in the Metaverse, the animal-based shadows fear me...
Gundam: Do not despair over such a loss. Come now, let my Four Dangan Devas of Thieving comfort you.
Mahiru: Your outfit is impractical as always. Isn't that cape too long? You're going to step on it one day.
Gundam: A small price to pay for the physical manifestation of my power. There is nothing to fear for I, Evil Overlord Lich, shall die by
Tsumiki: Um... Is it really alright for those four to join us? These battles can get life-threatening...
Gundam: Fret not, nurse of the heart. These four devas are more trained than I. Should the need arise, they are capable of defending themselves.
Impostor: So we have a King and an Overlord, and yet our leader is called Ace.
Gundam: The Chosen One must humble themselves to serve a position of such high authority. Although this does bring attention to an issue. Perhaps we should discuss with him a change of title.
Ibuki: Yahooo! Now that Lychee has real powers, does that make him OOC when he talks about his fake real powers? Noise is confused.
Gundam: It's Lich, Noisy One. And I don't need to understand your outdated language to know that you've thrown ridicule at me. I've always had this power. It's just that only now with the seal is broken can you bear witness to its wrath.
Sonia: Oh, how lovely! You brought the four devas with you today as well. May I?
Gundam: ...They would not be so opposed.
Sonia: As expected of you! Your outfit is as handsome as your usual!
Gundam: *hides under scarf* I... could say the same to you. Yours suit you quite well.
Gundam: It is... new to me to have a creature bound to me and yet have no obligation to care for it regularly.
Sonia: Oh, you're talking about your persona, aren't you? I see, I didn't think it would bother you this much. That just shows how much dedicated you are, it's quite admirable.
Gundam: That was a formidable move you used back there. Your fire for chaos burns ever so fervently.
Sonia: Thank you, that's one of my favorite fires actually.
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Hiyoko Saionji
Codename: Ibis
Arcana: Tower
Mask: Red bird shaped mask with a long black beak
Ourfit: Traditional shrine maiden attire (red hakama or pleated skirt tied with a bow, white haori, some ribbons) The sleeves look like feathers to further resemble the Japanese crested ibis.
Persona: Karura, divine creature with human torso and birdlike head
*NOTE: Hiyoko is recruited after getting Mahiru, she is introduced during one of Mahiru's confidant events. If you use Mahiru enough times in the active party then this will trigger an extra quest wherein Hiyoko eventually joins the team. She only joins because of Mahiru obviously.
Skillset: Strong garu skills and weak to zio. Good at inflicting status ailments and debuffs, and nullifying party debuffs.
Weapons: Tessen (japanese war fan) and fukiya (japanese blow gun)
All-Out Attack Card: "Dance on someone's grave" painted on the backdrop of a traditional stage and she says, "Squish! Squish! Ahahaha! You're all WEAK!"
Awakening Scene:
Karura: What is your next step? Will you just cry over it like some child? Have you not grown up at all? For all the elegance and maturity that your dance brings, your steps falter outside that of a stage. How pitiful. Perhaps crying suits you more than dancing given how spoiled you've become.
Hiyoko: How dare you! I'm not a kid! I haven't been a kid ever since I wore my first kimono! Why are you so mean to me? Aren't you supposed on my side? Everyone keeps ganging up on me. I hate you all! Cry? Don't make me laugh. The only ones who'll be crying are my enemies as I crush them under my heels!
Karura: Yes, that is the attitude most befitting on you. The dance is always most exciting at its climax. I art thou... thou art I... Abandon your childlike innocence, you have no need for that where we are heading. The merciless spirit of a warrior suits you more, as it should. Do not shed tears but rather strive for your enemy's bloodshed.
Hiyoko: Hmph! You don't need to tell me twice. I'm gonna have soooo much fun playing with them! And CRUSHING them to pieces. Once I enter the stage, only I leave in one piece. Dance, Karura!
Quotes:
"Too easy. Hey, what are you standing there for? Let's go, bowtie."
"Yaaaay! I leveled up!"
“New skill! Yay! I wonder how painful this one would be!”
"Look! A treasure chest! It's all sparkly and shouting to be opened!"
"Finally, a safe room! My feet huuuuuurt!"
“Why isn't there just a shortcut to the treasure?”
"I got a good sleep which means I can play more today!"
“As long as I get to kill some shadows then I guess I can go along just a bit more.”
"Ehhh? We're still going? I don't wannaaaaaaa."
"Look, a bug! Let's crush it."
"We were spotted? This is all your fault!"
“They're so weak that at least insects leave a mark after.”
"Huh? Are you sure? They look pretty scary to me."
“They're obviously big bad meanies. Don't get us killed over your stupidity.”
“Victory! Yay! Who knew killing shadows could be so fun!”
*BATON PASS!* "Ibis elegantly flying in!"
*PROTECT* "Hey, pushover!"
*ENDURE* "*sniffles* I don't want to die!"
*PERSONA!* "Slaughter them, Karura!" or "Soar, Karura!"
*Follow Up* "Let's kill them while we're at it."
*Cover Fire* "I'll help if you ask niiiiicely."
*Harisen Recovery* "Don't be such a baby!"
*low on health* "A little help here?!"
*healing someone* "You owe me for this."
*getting healed* "*mumbles* Thanks..."
*giving buffs* "Now you don't have any excuse."
*physical attacks* "Oh this? Don't mind the sharp edges."
*attacking* "Ahahaha! You're going to get sliced like fish!"
*attack misses* "Huuuh? You have a lot of nerve to dodge that!"
*couldn't finish off enemy* "Seriously? Just die already!"
*fainting* "*crying* Why... Why are you all so mean?"
*getting resurrected* "*sniffles* Thanks. Now I can finally get my revenge."
*status ailment* "I don't feel so good... *sniffle*"
Burn: "Too hot! I want some ice cream!"
Freeze: “Are you trying to freeze me to death? Get me a kotatsu!”
Shock: "Tch! I'm going to kill you twice for this!"
Forget: "Huh? What was the next step again?"
Charm: “Well who could blame me? If I'm fighting then I'm fighting with the winning team.”
Rage: “I'll break you... piece by broken piece!”
Despair: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Why is this so hard!"
Hunger: "Sweets! Hand me gummies right now! No yellow!"
Dizzy: "Euugh... I think I'm going to be sick..."
Sleep: “Zzz… CRUSH”
Silence: ...!
Mouse: "Squeak!"
Mementos Chats:
"Killing shadows is sooooo much fun! Yay!"
"You know what else is fun? Having the shadows beg for mercy as we extort more money from them.
"I was raised in a traditional household and traditionally, we always get what we want."
"All this fighting makes me crave for some sweets."
"If I knew how much fun it is to kill shadows without consequence then I would have signed up for Dangan Thieves sooner!"
Hiyoko: Ehh? You're the leader? Well aren't you just disappointing.
Hajime: I'm really starting to think we shouldn't accept everyone who joins.
Hajime: Why am I actually not surprised at how sadistically good you are at this?
Hiyoko: Ew! I'm not interested so don't bother complimenting me.
Chiaki: Amazing! I've only seen it in videogames but you can actually fight using fans!
Hiyoko: I can do so much more than just fight. There's slice and kill too.
Nagito: I was wondering how you would adapt here but clearly I've underestimated your hope. You're more than capable in battle, I'm pleasantly surprised by this development.
Hiyoko: Why is this creep here? Are you going to kick him out or do I have to?
Fuyuhiko: Don't get all cocky just because you've got a few tricks up your sleeve.
Hiyoko: Oh look, the Baby Gangster knows how to talk.
Peko: So that makes two of us with bird motifs...
Hiyoko: It's frustrating that I wasn't the first one but I guess we have no choice but to share.
Tsumiki: I-I'm so happy that you're with us too!
Hiyoko: Shut it! No one asked for your opinion, pig barf! But for the record, someone has to look after you so you don't screw up like you always do.
Ibuki: Ibissy~ Look at you! Killing shadows! Stealing treasures! Wow, you sure grow up fast!
Hiyoko: It literally only took me one minute to get a persona and "grow up".
Impostor: Is something the matter? You've been staring.
Hiyoko: Wow, I knew pork feet was rich but I didn't think you'd have the balls to wear rich.
Sonia: It's amazing watching you do battle. Your dances are just as captivating as they are deadly!
Hiyoko: Not all of us can be this good so I step it up.
Gundam: Since you are new at this, I am generous enough to guide you. Should you have any questions, know that I know more than you.
Hiyoko: You guys really don't discriminate when recruiting, huh.
Hiyoko: Waaaaaaaaah! I'm so happy I get to be with you more, Big Sis!
Mahiru: Now, now. No need to cry. I'm happy too.
Mahiru: It's a good thing that you joined us. Your skills are unique and valuable. Debuffs can really take a toll.
Hiyoko: Not as useful as yours, Big Sis! I'm so happy that there's at least one reliable person here!
Mahiru: I'm kind of jealous that everyone has such elaborate personas and mine is just... this.
Hiyoko: Why are you getting sad over that? Yours is waaaay better than what the rest of these losers have.
Hiyoko: Yay! Killing shadows is way more fun than squishing bugs!
Mahiru: Hearing you say that with such a carefree face makes me worry a bit... Just don't get too carried away.
#dangan thieves AU#ibuki mioda#gundam tanaka#hiyoko saionji#dangan ronpa#danganronpa#sdr2#gundham tanaka#especially proud of gundam#he has codenames for the hamsters#and that's it for profiles from me#not gonna write for the remaining cast#because i'll be busy#i might put some placeholder codenames but that's it#i crammed these three in a week so cut me some slack
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Danganronpa 2 dad's
So i will also wright a senario with a ship if i ship the dad with someone
Hajime hinata
-will definitely make dad puns
-his kid/kids are going to be pretty sosial and will definitely be a kind of player beacuse hajime got along with every girl on the island to the piont where they could form a relationship ( exept peko ).
-he will be a cool dad -(chiaki as mom) Hajime: "go outside kid"
Kid: "Mom never go's outside and you say nothing to her !!"
Hajime: " tru but she disides if i sleep on the coutch or not "
Twogami:
- will have a thousand outfits for his child
- will give the advise "alwais be yourself"
-will be the quite kind of dad
- probably help his kid make cosplay and everything
-ibukii as mom
Ibukii: "doesn't our cutie look amazing in that skirt "
Twogami: "we love you sweethart you look amazing"
Kid: "really REALLY evertime i leave the god dam house".
Teruteru
-wouldn't have kids more like a uncle to the children of his friends
-would make pervy jokes around the children that they dont get yet
- would scream to the male kids of his friends
Teru: "HEY YOU STILL A VIGEN"
Kid: "I'm 13 of course im a virgen.
Nekomaru
-the "i will always suport you son" kind of dad
-will poop with the door open
-will de the soccer dad
-akane as mom Looking at a meatsh there kid is playing
Nekomaru:" thats my child ,papa loves you"
Akane : " you show them what your made off boi"
Kid : *playing chess
Tanaka
-will continue the chinibio but with breaking the 4te wall
-will get a puppy the moment the kid wants one . Or any other pet for that manner
-with sonia as mom Scolding there kid for saying that he felt better then the other kids
Sonia : " you may never say that again , your a prince after all. So behave
*Sonia walks out of the room*
Tanaka: " so you said that you will win a battle to the death beacuse your the son of saten"
Kid: "yeah"
Tanaka: "good boy"
Komaeda
- will adopt a kid
-learn him all the inportend life lessens like hope and hope and hope
-will have his kid to flirt with hajime children.
- will be like " sooooooww who do you have a cruch on ??"
Souda
-will have a kid and let it help out with building stuff
-will say "drink reasplonply" while supper drunk.
Fuyuhiko.
-will swear infront of his kid and say "please don't tell your mom"
-if he has a daughter he will call her natsumi
-be supper protective like if a boy walks her home he will be like "whos that" "your special friend" "if he ever tutches you you tell me and i will beat tge everloving shit out of him"
-of course peko as mom Would have to go to the kids school to explain that thay didn't mean to call the teather a' stupid cunt that will work on the polls in her free time' almost every week.
#danganronpa#danganronpa goodbye despair#hajime hinata#byakuya twogami#teruteru hanumura kin#nekomaru nidai#kazuichi souda#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu#dr#komeada nagito#hope#despair#dad
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what if kuzupeko had a baby,,,
And now for the latest answer in the history of ever.
Hi anon! I’mreally sorry it took forever to answer this; Fill-a-Thon andfreelance and personal stuff and all that.
???? how doesbaby work
In allseriousness, I actually have a lot of thoughts about Kuzupekospawn, so if you wanna hear them, check under the cut.
I wanna get onething out of the way first. For me, I firmly believe that people whochoose to have a child need to be committed to parenthood 100%. Maybe110%. Because you are bringing another human being into the world whohas no say in the matter and it is not fair to the child to do thingshalfway. Parenting is a grueling, repetitive, 24/7, thankless job butyou are responsible for the development of another life until theyare old enough to be independent. You gotta be there for the feedingand tantrums and learning and poop and emotional meltdowns. You justgotta, no exceptions.
Now just becauseI think this way does not mean I believe these fictionalcharacters should think this way too. Nor does it mean that my beliefis the only one that works. I do not think either Peko or Fuyuhikohave a burning desire to be parents. Parenthood was probably never,ever a consideration for Peko while growing up, and Fuyuhiko seemsabsolutely determined to do things at his own pace. Peko especiallywould probably have a lot of trouble wrapping her head around theidea of parenthood due to having no parental figure in her life(though my personal headcanon says she had her teacher who wassomething like a parental figure but not quite). Either way,this doesn’t mean they can or cannot be good parents.
As witheverything concerning Kuzupeko (and honestly like 80% of the DRcast), it’s going to take a lot of effort and care to make it work.A lot of communication, a lot of self-reflection, a lot ofreassurances.
One thing Ialways come back to is that both Fuyuhiko and Peko are yakuza, and Ifirmly believe that resurrecting the family line is something theyboth want. They’re both very proud to be yakuza; theybelieve in yakuza ways and moral codes—they just didn’t like howthe previous generation handled the hierarchy. So having a childtogether with the hopes of continuing the family name seems like agiven (and is something that is culturally acceptable, probably evenencouraged in many Eastern countries, though it’s definitely a moretraditional way of thinking).
The biggestconcern I foresee (besides needing to one day explain that they usedto be very, very bad people) is the understanding that any child theybring into the world is never going to grow up normal.You just kinda can’t dothat growing up in a crime family. And they’re both going to needto accept the consequences for that.
I do think theyboth have the makings to be good parents. Peko is attentive,disciplined and observant, and Fuyuhiko is fiercely loyal and hasstrong feelings about familial bonds. I’m not saying that’s allthey’ll need to be good parents but I mean… life is made up ofmoments. And you handle those moments as they come.
And if we’realready discussing what-if scenarios, they’d likely conceive laterthan the average married couple (with the excuse of figuring shitout). I don’t think they would want more than one child but they’reboth ready to move mountains for their kid. Peko is careful not topush their child into any role they may or may not want to be in, andwhile Fuyuhiko may still be very attached to his colorful vocabulary,he never engages in screaming matches with Peko, especially not atone in the morning, and especially not in front of their kid. It’sstill a household of less-than-saintly morals, but it’s one that’sworking to keep itself together for the sake of the future.
#kuzupeko#peko pekoyama#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu#danganronpa#sdr2#dr2#anh's answers#anh's art#meta#my thoughts on kuzupeko spawn#these are just my thoughts#y'all think w/e u want#i'm so sorry this took so long.........#i got this ask months ago
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Dim Sum Asylum Cover Reveal and Excerpt… Now a Full-Length Urban Fantasy Novel! Coming June 9 from Dreamspinner Press.
And the lovely and fantastically talented Anne Cain JUST sent me the final piece, the cover.. so here you go, Roku MacCormick and Dim Sum Asylum. Now a full-length novel and coming out on June 9, 2017!
Dim Sum Asylum is now up on Amazon for pre-order. (Cover will be updated as soon as Amazon gets around to it) AND the Dreamspinner Press link to follow shortly. Just remember, if you purchase a paperback through DSP, you get the ebook for free. So watch the sales and take advantage of DSP’s two-for-one offer.
When I wrote Dim Sum Asylum for Charmed and Dangerous, I really want to revisit the world at some point. About a year ago or so, Lynn West at Dreamspinner Press said… hey, you know Dim Sum Asylum? I want it as a book. So, an additional 85,000 words or so, Dim Sum Asylum is now a full-length novel and I got to play with all the growly, scaly things I wanted to. And man, it was fun. The original story is woven into the novel and I tried to keep as true to the original as I could but there were some changes. A few. *grins*
And a Bonus Saturday Excerpt from the new Dim Sum Asylum.
“I’m fine,” I said for the thirtieth time in the last half hour.
“Seriously, I only had the wind knocked out of me. Didn’t even bleed. Just a little bit dusty.”
It was the same response I’d given to everyone who asked. I was set to loop, or at least that’s what it felt like. After the fourth or fifth EMT poked at me, I was tired of answering questions, having lights shined in my eyes, and not coughing when someone thumped at my chest and ribs. The ringing stopped a few minutes after Trent got me to someplace warmer—a tea shop prepping for the early-dinner crowd. The owner was an enterprising young Coleopteran who’d taken one look at the emergency crews pulling up in the street and promptly began steeping stockpots full of black pekoe.
The short, squat Chinese fae urged his workers to give out as many cups as they could, ensuring the responders had something hot in their gullets when they took a moment to breathe. It was a good tactical move on his part. With the sidewalk closed down, he wouldn’t get much business, but cops and firefighters remembered who made their hard days a bit easier. Hell, I still went back to a Hawaiian food place on Third, not just because they made a mean lau lau, but also because they’d fired up their grills and made about a thousand teriyaki burgers and spam musubi for the crews working a double homicide at three in the morning.
“You’ve got blood coming out of your ears, and your irises are copper.” The hard-featured medic who’d snagged me before I could stumble out of the shop could have given the Southern Gate dragon a lesson in pissy looks. He ripped open a bag of supplies with his teeth, grunting for me to hold out my hand, then barked at a rookie cop to grab me one of the teacups before it made it outside. Extracting a packet of bright pills, he enunciated slowly, “These are painkillers….”
I snuck a look at the packet and mumbled, “Yeah, those are the same ones I’ve got in the glove compartment of my squad car. Don’t like them. Make my head fuzzy.”
“Your head’s already fuzzy. In about an hour, the adrenaline you’ve got running through you is going to fade, and you’re going to regret not taking these.” He shoved them into my hand as my partner returned from outside to loom behind the medic’s back. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted Trent hovering.
“Maybe you can talk some sense into this guy. Either he takes those or I yank him from duty.”
“Did you find anything?” I asked Trent, then followed up with the question I dreaded hearing an answer to. “Did they find anyone inside?”
“It’s too hot. We won’t be able to get in. Building’s been evacuated. Same with the gōngyù on top and across the two sides.” He scowled when the medic pressed a finger against a sore spot on my temple. “That’s bruised. Why are you doing that to him?”
The medic didn’t answer him. He just rattled the pills at me again and glared. “In you or you’re out. Your call, asshole.”
“That’s Senior Inspector asshole to you,” I grumbled back. My pill hatred went back decades, starting with the fake grape lozenges my mother assured me were like candy and would help my sore throat. It was like sucking on Death’s big toe and tasted like roadkill, sorrow, and hedgehog poop.
“Take the pills, MacCormick.” Trent shuffled around a round table the owner’d set up for the medics to lay their gear on. “It’s Hell out there, and I’m not convinced you’re 100 percent. Unless these guys give you clearance to walk out of here, I’m going to shove you into the back of an ambulance, and Gaines will meet you at the hospital.”
Dim Sum Asylum by Rhys Ford
Welcome to Dim Sum Asylum: a San Francisco where it’s a ho-hum kind of case when a cop has to chase down an enchanted two-foot-tall shrine god statue with an impressive Fu Manchu mustache that’s running around Chinatown, trolling sex magic and chaos in its wake.
Senior Inspector Roku MacCormick of the Chinatown Arcane Crimes Division faces a pile of challenges far beyond his human-faerie heritage, snarling dragons guarding C-Town’s multiple gates, and exploding noodle factories. After a case goes sideways, Roku is saddled with Trent Leonard, a new partner he can’t trust, to add to the crime syndicate family he doesn’t want and a spell-casting serial killer he desperately needs to find.
While Roku would rather stay home with Bob the Cat and whiskey himself to sleep, he puts on his badge and gun every day, determined to serve and protect the city he loves. When Chinatown’s dark mystical underworld makes his life hell and the case turns deadly, Trent guards Roku’s back and, if Trent can be believed, his heart… even if from what Roku can see, Trent is as dangerous as the monsters and criminals they’re sworn to bring down.
from Dim Sum Asylum Cover Reveal and Excerpt… Now a Full-Length Urban Fantasy Novel! Coming June 9 from Dreamspinner Press.
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•danganronpa oneshots•
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iMOKnq
by Tangerine_Pizza
it's a oneshot book. i think that's pretty self explanatory 🕴
Words: 259, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: Naegi Makoto, Kirigiri Kyouko, Kuwata Leon, Maizono Sayaka, Ikusaba Mukuro, Fujisaki Chihiro, Oowada Mondo, Ishimaru Kiyotaka, Yamada Hifumi, Celestia Ludenberg, Ogami Sakura, Asahina Aoi, Togami Byakuya, Fukawa Touko, Naegi Komaru, Hinata Hajime, Ultimate Imposter, Hanamura Teruteru, Koizumi Mahiru, Pekoyama Peko, Mioda Ibuki, Saionji Hiyoko, Tsumiki Mikan, Nidai Nekomaru, Tanaka Gundham, Komaeda Nagito, Nanami Chiaki, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, Sonia Nevermind, Soda Kazuichi, Owari Akane, Akamatsu Kaede, Saihara Shuichi, Amami Rantaro, Hoshi Ryoma, Tojo Kirumi, Chabashira Tenko, Yonaga Angie, Shinguji Korekiyo, Iruma Miu, Gokuhara Gonta, Oma Kokichi, Momota Kaito, K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Harukawa Maki, Yumeno Himiko, Shirogane Tsumugi
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, What Have I Done, What the poop, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair (Dangan Ronpa)
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WATCH: Top 10 bizarre teas from around the world
WATCH: Top 10 bizarre teas from around the world WATCH: Top 10 bizarre teas from around the world https://ift.tt/eA8V8J
Now, this isn`t what you think … or drink.
While some might think that the average cup of Orange Pekoe is exciting, there are more bizarre teas from around the world that can cleanse your palette.
For instance, Panda Dung tea is made with green tea leaves grown using panda poop as fertilizer. At $70 a gram, it`s one of the most expensive teas in the world.
Watch the above video to learn more about other bizarre teas from around the world.
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Alphabet Tag
Was tagged by the lovely @fereldenpeach so here we go!
a - age: 30 - just a number
b - birthplace: Manitoba, Canada
c - current time: 12:19 am (scheduling this for a day moment for viewing)
d - drink you had last: Tea, orange pekoe with milk and sugar
e - easiest person to talk to: I enjoy talking to anyone really but I haven’t had many conversations on Tumblr to date.
f - favorite song: hmm.... I love music in general so it’s hard, I have so many
g - grossest memory: I have small children so nothing tops being peed on, then thrown up on then pooped on. Yep, triple yuk
h - horror yes or no: no, oh no. I have a horrible over active imagination, so that’s a major no
i - in love? depends on the day really... It’s not a perfect relationship but 75% / 25% good
j - jealous of people? some times... I have a horrible resting bitch face and I envy those bubbly girls that can talk to anyone and everyone thinks they are so lovely
k - killed someone? I have not, but I have been blamed for someone’s death.
l - love at first sight or should i walk past again? Sometimes you need to open your mouth and hear the heart before you give yours
m - middle name: Jena.... named after my mother
n - number of siblings: one.... though I like to think I’m an only child
p - person i called last: the mechanic lol
q - question you’re always asked: How do you juggle all of that? I have 3 kids, a disabled partner and we just got a puppy... I’m insane, that’s the answer... writing brings me to happy places, I think that’s my answer
r - reason to smile: my kids. Really they can drive me up the wall but I wouldn’t change a thing about them
s - song you last sang: “Heavy”- Linkin Park Feat Kiiara
t - time you woke up: 6:38 AM... it’s ok I went back to bed :)
u - underwear color: Black.
v - vacation: I have kids... what’s a vacation?
w - worst habit: not finishing things. I tend to start but then when I get about 80% done I walk away from it. TERRIBLE habit!!
x - xrays: Yes., many times
y - your favorite food: Chicken parmeasan with alfredo pasta.
z - zodiac sign: Aries/ Taurus - was born on the cusp so I’m a bit pig headed and a lot of stubborn
So I will leave this for those who want to, join me. If not well here’s mine :) Thank you!
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