Your stars were bad

Random thoughts about my hyperfixations, plus some writing.

[theamityelf]

man im thinking about your ultimate babies au again, mustve been the many recent asks, anyways im thinking about the part of one of your ealier posts about the au where they grow up and asks about their talents and stuff where the fact that they werent really able to develop them in a place like that

and there really isnt a way to do any of that but then light bulbs flashing in makoto's head, there is someone that can help

so he just brings everyone since theyre all grown up now and well she might aswell actually do her part instead of fucking around asmonokuma

so they go to the security (forgot the name lol) room banging on the door like "hey how about you actually help me this time" makoto probably doesn't want to actually asks for help but if the babies really want their talents then who else to call but the ultimate analyst

imagine the interactions this new woman you dont know is apparently here the whole time and was the one actually controlling the badbear and hes making moves on your dad! how would you feel about that?

(lol i just want to make this naejunko)

Ultimate Babies AU premise - full tag - masterlist

(I'm right there with you; I've been excited for the Naejunko aspect, too. 😁 I was just waiting for the right time, lol.)

I'm going to have this be when the rest of the class has turned thirteen. Thirteen and fourteen.

Like you said, a lot of them haven't had the resources to reach their full potential, and he hasn't really been pushing them as much as some of them thought he should, and someone speaks up. Maybe Mukuro, since she hasn't been much of a complainer or even talker since her fake-crying days. And when she speaks up, a bunch of them agree. Sakura, Byakuya, Mondo...

So Makoto resolves that something needs to change, and unfortunately, there's kind of only one way to do that.

When Makoto goes to ask for her to come out, the first thing Junko does is fling her arms around him and squeeze him tight.

"You kept me waiting," she laments sappily. "I waited so long~..." Abruptly, her tone changes to a more conversational one. "I'm like, thirty now. Do you know what that means, for a supermodel? I'll have to take up acting. Another five years, they'll start casting me as fvckin'...moms. Speaking of!" She lets go of Makoto and makes grabby hands in the direction of the wary flock of teens. "My babies! Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

Makoto holds her back before she can actually grab anyone. "Don't. No touching."

("This is Monokuma?" Leon whispers.)

"Still a little younger than they were last time we met face to face," Junko says, barely trying to break Makoto's hold. "Softer. Sakura definitely isn't benching what she was last time. And I doubt New Toko's complete lack of edge will really connect with a reader base."

"Toko is a brilliant writer, and she didn't ask for your feedback."

"I don't care about a reader base," Toko murmurs under her breath. "All real artists are underestimated by their contemporaries and vindicated by history. Pearls before swine."

"There's no sense of tension or urgency, without her palpable, soul-crushing, bitter loneliness," Junko says with a shrug.

"Or you just can't enjoy fiction if it doesn't hint at real-life suffering," Makoto says wryly.

Junko grabs a fistful of his hair. "Ohhh, I miss getting to see that disapproving look in person. You've really grown into yourself. Something about carrying sixteen babies every day really–"

"We're not talking about that." He maneuvers away from her hands. "I know you've been listening: We need to stretch our legs."

"Oh shoot, and I think I left my house keys in my other bra," she quips.

"It's been over a decade. You must be bored of this school by now."

"Au contraire. I've been quite enjoying the tension of restraining myself from interacting with you so-and-so's directly, and now I finally get to enjoy my dessert. But I do know that you mean. Our babies need bigger toys to play with. Poor Mondo hasn't even ridden a motorbike yet. And me with thirteen birthdays each to make up for!" She sends Makoto a smirk. "Don't worry. Mommy's gotcha covered."

He's feeling a growing dread, at how pleased she looks. "What does that mean?"

"It means, of course I have some presents for you guys! I'm not letting you out of the school, but I can give our teething whelps something new to chew on."

"I really hate it when you do the Monokuma voice."

"I know! And you're gonna hate this more: I have one condition."

"Megalomania?"

"You've gotten better at banter! You really shouldn't pathologize describable behaviors, though, sugar bear. It's soooo unsexy of you."

"What's your condition?"

"Go to dinner with me."

He narrows his eyes. "That's all?"

"Sure! That's all I'm asking."

"I go to dinner with you, they get a way to practice their talents, no one gets hurt?"

"Jeez, are you going to make me beg? Do you know how unladylike it is for me to ask you in the first place?"

The whole time they're having this conversation, the others are watching with wary expressions. It's like a supervillain just walked into the room and started flirting with their dad.

Kyoko is the only one there who knows Junko's name and talent, from reading all the files. (Except Mukuro might. Depends on how the memory stuff has worked out.)

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Mukuro deserves a crashout when/if she gets all her memories

Your sister turned you into a baby

Your crush is YOUR DAD NOW

And YOUR SISTER IS TRYING TO DATE HIM (making her your mother?)

This is the silliest danganronpa timeline

[theamityelf]

Oh, definitely. Already, there's a resemblance between them, so some of the teens have reached the conclusion that Mukuro must be Junko's biological daughter. Hiro theorizes that Mukuro is a younger Junko who Makoto time traveled to save from turning evil, but he doesn't say it out loud.

A lot of them are going to have some layered feelings when the memories from their first life come back. Having to suddenly see Makoto as both the father figure who's always been there for them and the classmate who got stuck with a ridiculously intense challenge and rose to the occasion is disorienting. Some of them had the inklings of romantic connection with him, before the transformation, and now he doesn't and can't feel that way for them at all.

Makoto has already processed and adjusted to all of this, and they get hit with it pretty much all at once. (Except, again, Kyoko, who figured some of it out more gradually.)

[a-vessels-thoughts]

"Hiro theorizes that Mukuro is a younger Junko who Makoto timetraveled to save from turning evil, but he doesn't say it out loud."

I already know hes trying to be subtle about it and is absolutely failing. Even funnier would be if it turns into an entire misunderstanding where everyone involved is having a different conversation at the same time.

Makoto: talking about junko

Hiro: timetravel

Mukuro: ultimate solider

And none of them realize until its too late.

Also oh goddddd

The past romances are going to be such a mindfuck for them I almost feel bad.

[theamityelf]

man im thinking about your ultimate babies au again, mustve been the many recent asks, anyways im thinking about the part of one of your ealier posts about the au where they grow up and asks about their talents and stuff where the fact that they werent really able to develop them in a place like that

and there really isnt a way to do any of that but then light bulbs flashing in makoto's head, there is someone that can help

so he just brings everyone since theyre all grown up now and well she might aswell actually do her part instead of fucking around asmonokuma

so they go to the security (forgot the name lol) room banging on the door like "hey how about you actually help me this time" makoto probably doesn't want to actually asks for help but if the babies really want their talents then who else to call but the ultimate analyst

imagine the interactions this new woman you dont know is apparently here the whole time and was the one actually controlling the badbear and hes making moves on your dad! how would you feel about that?

(lol i just want to make this naejunko)

Ultimate Babies AU premise - full tag - masterlist

(I'm right there with you; I've been excited for the Naejunko aspect, too. 😁 I was just waiting for the right time, lol.)

I'm going to have this be when the rest of the class has turned thirteen. Thirteen and fourteen.

Like you said, a lot of them haven't had the resources to reach their full potential, and he hasn't really been pushing them as much as some of them thought he should, and someone speaks up. Maybe Mukuro, since she hasn't been much of a complainer or even talker since her fake-crying days. And when she speaks up, a bunch of them agree. Sakura, Byakuya, Mondo...

So Makoto resolves that something needs to change, and unfortunately, there's kind of only one way to do that.

When Makoto goes to ask for her to come out, the first thing Junko does is fling her arms around him and squeeze him tight.

"You kept me waiting," she laments sappily. "I waited so long~..." Abruptly, her tone changes to a more conversational one. "I'm like, thirty now. Do you know what that means, for a supermodel? I'll have to take up acting. Another five years, they'll start casting me as fvckin'...moms. Speaking of!" She lets go of Makoto and makes grabby hands in the direction of the wary flock of teens. "My babies! Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

Makoto holds her back before she can actually grab anyone. "Don't. No touching."

("This is Monokuma?" Leon whispers.)

"Still a little younger than they were last time we met face to face," Junko says, barely trying to break Makoto's hold. "Softer. Sakura definitely isn't benching what she was last time. And I doubt New Toko's complete lack of edge will really connect with a reader base."

"Toko is a brilliant writer, and she didn't ask for your feedback."

"I don't care about a reader base," Toko murmurs under her breath. "All real artists are underestimated by their contemporaries and vindicated by history. Pearls before swine."

"There's no sense of tension or urgency, without her palpable, soul-crushing, bitter loneliness," Junko says with a shrug.

"Or you just can't enjoy fiction if it doesn't hint at real-life suffering," Makoto says wryly.

Junko grabs a fistful of his hair. "Ohhh, I miss getting to see that disapproving look in person. You've really grown into yourself. Something about carrying sixteen babies every day really–"

"We're not talking about that." He maneuvers away from her hands. "I know you've been listening: We need to stretch our legs."

"Oh shoot, and I think I left my house keys in my other bra," she quips.

"It's been over a decade. You must be bored of this school by now."

"Au contraire. I've been quite enjoying the tension of restraining myself from interacting with you so-and-so's directly, and now I finally get to enjoy my dessert. But I do know that you mean. Our babies need bigger toys to play with. Poor Mondo hasn't even ridden a motorbike yet. And me with thirteen birthdays each to make up for!" She sends Makoto a smirk. "Don't worry. Mommy's gotcha covered."

He's feeling a growing dread, at how pleased she looks. "What does that mean?"

"It means, of course I have some presents for you guys! I'm not letting you out of the school, but I can give our teething whelps something new to chew on."

"I really hate it when you do the Monokuma voice."

"I know! And you're gonna hate this more: I have one condition."

"Megalomania?"

"You've gotten better at banter! You really shouldn't pathologize describable behaviors, though, sugar bear. It's soooo unsexy of you."

"What's your condition?"

"Go to dinner with me."

He narrows his eyes. "That's all?"

"Sure! That's all I'm asking."

"I go to dinner with you, they get a way to practice their talents, no one gets hurt?"

"Jeez, are you going to make me beg? Do you know how unladylike it is for me to ask you in the first place?"

The whole time they're having this conversation, the others are watching with wary expressions. It's like a supervillain just walked into the room and started flirting with their dad.

Kyoko is the only one there who knows Junko's name and talent, from reading all the files. (Except Mukuro might. Depends on how the memory stuff has worked out.)

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Mukuro deserves a crashout when/if she gets all her memories

Your sister turned you into a baby

Your crush is YOUR DAD NOW

And YOUR SISTER IS TRYING TO DATE HIM (making her your mother?)

This is the silliest danganronpa timeline

[mtchess-blog]

Hinata and Naegg have p different reactions

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Does anyone else think that Makoto's reaction is batshit insane.

If I read this from any other character I'd think they were mocking someone.

Its so bizarrely chill and the craziest thing imo is the fact that hes alone. Like, comparing it to Hajime, we see his mask drop. We even see Makoto have a similar (in nature) mask drop and its after someone dies, where he cries into the pillow.

But. Makoto just goes "Yeah, this sucks :/" here.

Brotherrrrrr what are you.

[genoskissors]

Daily Danganronpa Fun Fact #219

In the original plan for Chiaki, she was going to be Chihiro’s younger sister. Chiaki was also going to be the mastermind, rather than the traitor.

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[a-vessels-thoughts]

Happy birthday but what the fuckkkkkkkkk

[theamityelf]

During the debate club makoto au doing the killing game thing I’m just imagining fully everyone (excluding makoto) just messing with the body’s and start messing with the crime scenes and other stuff just for the hell of it (their also kinda curious about whatever makoto would be able to solve because at this point I feel like people would think makoto needs to be a detective or something)

and the scientis are just watching thinking that this is gonna be the try in which the luckster didn’t solve the case

then it cuts to makoto somehow solving the case

previous post

Makoto clears his throat. "So, I did notice that there was a...trail of candy wrappers? Leading from the crime scene to Hifumi's door..."

(Behind his back, Hifumi is aggressively mouthing something at Leon, who is smirking at him unapologetically.)

"...but, I'm pretty sure Hifumi hates coconut candy, so that just seems like someone was framing him. The fact that the body was so far from the actual crime scene at the time of the investigation feels like it might be related to the unusual amount of money found in the victim's pocket...since Byakuya kind of has a habit of tampering. I think he might have bribed her to move. Which would be enough to implicate pretty much anyone else, but..."

"Kirigiri," one of the adults calls from the sidelines. "Are you going to interject?"

Kyoko smiles slightly. "If I find it necessary. For now, Makoto seems to have a handle on things."

[a-vessels-thoughts]

This AU makes me almost like scientists.

They've been turned into a looney tunes bit.

[circuscomics]

all they had to do was design her with a gi

plz

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Pretty hair. Not the most detailed but it scratches my brain, yk.

[goomyloid]

RRRRafflesia

[toastyyjams]

more dangan doodles

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Naegi siblings...

[hajihiko]

I really love the way you draw mikan's messy short hair she looks so sweet in the first image of the recent photoset

its real fun to draw too!

[lunives22]

ts lowkey buns 🥀

[theamityelf]

how do you think a traitor makoto au would go if he was being blackmailed by Junko instead of Sakura to help with causing problems in the killing game

do you think he would be good at giving Junko what she wants or would the threat to his family and sister not be enough to force him into compliance?

This is a toughie for me because I can never feel entirely certain of what Sakura actually did? Like, my understanding is that she was supposed to kill someone if Monokuma ever told her to and it just kinda never came up? And maybe she was feeding him secrets, but idk, she didn't seem to tell him about Alter Ego. Idk, that's one part of THH I genuinely think I might not understand. Did Sakura actually do something in the traitor capacity, besides just Be the traitor?

Anyway, I do love the idea of giving Monokuma more reasons to needle Makoto, and vice versa. Just a bunch of private conversations between them where they ragebait each other so easily.

I do wonder if being the traitor would mean Makoto got to know about the class trial system before the first murder. Because that could give him a decent out; if Monokuma is ever like, "Why didn't you kill this person when you had the chance? It's like you want me to kill your family!", then he can just go, "There are people two rooms away; everyone would know it was me! Plus, how am I supposed to overpower Taka??"

To which Monokuma presumably explains, "Makoto. Baby. It doesn't matter if the first murder is kind of a dud. The point is to get people killing each other, you egg!"

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Yeah... I have no clue about how that worked either. I think it would hit harder if she DID do traitor things tbh.

[theamityelf]

(Yandere Naejunko AU)

Greetings!! 👋👋

You've once mentioned that interactions between Makoto and the Remnants of Despair is that he treats them like Junko's neglected garden. Could you please elaborate on that?

The interactions, in my mind, remind me of the gentle parenting au, but with... odd undertones.

Am I close or off the mark?

Yandere Naejunko previous posts: 1, 2, 3, 4

Gentle Parenting AU main post

Honestly, yeah, that is the vibe, lol!

It's like a mix of Gentle Parenting Makoto and Despair Makoto, almost. He's correcting the physical aspects of their despair while lowkey validating the internal aspects.

Let's start with Mikan, since I kind of implied that she gets captured first:

Makoto walks into the cell, and Mikan is thoroughly restrained to the wall, with a gag strapped across her mouth.

"Hi there, Tsumiki. Are you okay?"

She's straining hard against the restraints, screaming at him through them.

"Okay, I'm getting that we don't like the straps. Is that right?"

More writhing and yelling.

"Okay, well that is helpful feedback. I'll make sure to get you out of those as soon as I can. Tsumiki?" He waits until she quiets down. "I'll let you out of those very soon, but first, I need you to listen to me."

She falls silent and eventually stills.

"I know why you let yourself get captured. Junko explained to me, uh, how much you care about her."

Mikan is immediately ravenous for more information, her eyes wide and desperate.

"As someone who also cares about Junko-"

Mikan growls.

"Hey. Are we listening?" He waits, again, for her to settle down. Then, he takes his time beginning again: "Junko told me how much you care about her. And as someone who also cares about Junko, I understand that it'll make you feel better if you can see that she's okay. Right?"

Mikan almost growls, but eventually nods.

"Okay. Well, I'll take you to see Junko tomorrow if you're good, for me, today. But if you keep being bad, then you won't have any Junko privileges at all, while you're here."

Her resistance crumbles; instead of screaming and growling, now she goes fully limp in the restraints and starts whining and crying.

Makoto shushes her, and she quiets down again. "Are you going to be good and let me take off the restraints?"

Mikan nods.

Makoto goes and unties her. She doesn't attack or yell. She just sinks to the floor and looks up at him pitifully, with a dash of hatred.

"Thank you," he says, with a smile. "I know you belong to Junko, but it's important that you understand: She can't take care of you right now. I mean, she can't even take care of herself. I'm not saying you can't be important to each other, but...you can't rely on her the way you want to. She needs help. And so do you."

"We don't want your help," Mikan says– quietly, still trying to avoid having her Junko privileges revoked.

Makoto considers her words for just a moment. "How about this: If you're good and you get to see Junko tomorrow, you can ask her whether or not she wants my help."

Any time he lets her visit Junko, the visit lasts twenty or thirty minutes. He lets her into the room where Junko's cell is, but not into the cell itself. Not unless Junko says it's okay, which she typically doesn't. This means she can see Junko and talk to her, but she can't touch her.

Makoto goes to visit Mikan every day, and it does not take long for her disposition to go from grudgingly compliant to eager to please.

"I ate my meals, and I haven't scratched anything or anyone and I'm not pulling my hair anymore. Please, can I see her?"

"That's great. I'm really proud of you. But I don't know about today; you seem a little worked up."

"I p-promise I won't be loud or hyperactive, or...You can spit on me, if you want!"

"Mikan. I don't want to spit on you. And I don't want you to have to stifle your energy just because Junko isn't really ready for it, today."

When Mikan starts blubbering tragically, Makoto interjects:

"What do we say?"

She sniffles and, with a sudden resurgence of hope, recites, "She c-can't take care of me, and I can't take c-care of her. We're both sick and we both need help, but we can still be friends."

"So what are you asking for?"

"I'm asking if I can p-please see my friend."

"You can come for a quick visit. Three minutes."

"Thank you, thank you-!"

Once more of the Remnants are captured, he makes it more of a competitive thing. After all, Junko can't see more than one of them at a time, for safety reasons, and she also can't spend all day meeting with them one after the other (or else she'll get tired!), so only one of them gets to see her, per day.

So which one of them has been the most deserving?

They snitch on each other so hard.

"Let's see," Makoto muses. "Kazuichi is sitting patiently..."

"K-Kazuichi was planning an escape!" Mikan says at once. "He and Fuyuhiko were talking-!"

"Mikan, shut the fvck up!" Fuyuhiko says.

"They s-said you wouldn't even notice if they-"

A bunch of them start arguing all at once, while some of them (like Ibuki and Nagito) are just sitting silently with one forefinger to their lips to prove that they aren't part of it.

(Nagito probably isn't even trying to see Junko. He just likes being good.)

[a-vessels-thoughts]

He's straight up just taking over her cult thats funny hell.

[theamityelf]

Junko HATES how much she's attracted to the fact that he's doing this.

"So, you've got them all acting like good little boys and girls, for the chance to meet me," she says, in her monotone persona. "Such an effective form of torture, I could almost have come up with it myself."

"It's not torture," he chides lightly. "They just have to wait their turn and not do anything nuts."

"And what happens when we're all on our best behavior? We get to be one big, happy family? Or have you already decided that we'll never be 'well' enough to make those kinds of decisions without your help?"

"I haven't decided anything yet," he says, freely and with his typical brand of easy self-deprecation. "I haven't been ready for anything you've done; I just try my best to handle it."

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Junko brings up a good point tho.

What's his end goal for the RoD? We know his end goals for Junko, kinda, but not how -his girlfriends neglected pets- the RoD fit into it. Part of me thinks Junko was right, at least to a small degree. I also don't think Makoto was lying either (he just didn't think of it, lol).

Also of course she finds what he's doing attractive. Only she would.

[theamityelf]

(Yandere Naejunko AU)

Greetings!! 👋👋

You've once mentioned that interactions between Makoto and the Remnants of Despair is that he treats them like Junko's neglected garden. Could you please elaborate on that?

The interactions, in my mind, remind me of the gentle parenting au, but with... odd undertones.

Am I close or off the mark?

Yandere Naejunko previous posts: 1, 2, 3, 4

Gentle Parenting AU main post

Honestly, yeah, that is the vibe, lol!

It's like a mix of Gentle Parenting Makoto and Despair Makoto, almost. He's correcting the physical aspects of their despair while lowkey validating the internal aspects.

Let's start with Mikan, since I kind of implied that she gets captured first:

Makoto walks into the cell, and Mikan is thoroughly restrained to the wall, with a gag strapped across her mouth.

"Hi there, Tsumiki. Are you okay?"

She's straining hard against the restraints, screaming at him through them.

"Okay, I'm getting that we don't like the straps. Is that right?"

More writhing and yelling.

"Okay, well that is helpful feedback. I'll make sure to get you out of those as soon as I can. Tsumiki?" He waits until she quiets down. "I'll let you out of those very soon, but first, I need you to listen to me."

She falls silent and eventually stills.

"I know why you let yourself get captured. Junko explained to me, uh, how much you care about her."

Mikan is immediately ravenous for more information, her eyes wide and desperate.

"As someone who also cares about Junko-"

Mikan growls.

"Hey. Are we listening?" He waits, again, for her to settle down. Then, he takes his time beginning again: "Junko told me how much you care about her. And as someone who also cares about Junko, I understand that it'll make you feel better if you can see that she's okay. Right?"

Mikan almost growls, but eventually nods.

"Okay. Well, I'll take you to see Junko tomorrow if you're good, for me, today. But if you keep being bad, then you won't have any Junko privileges at all, while you're here."

Her resistance crumbles; instead of screaming and growling, now she goes fully limp in the restraints and starts whining and crying.

Makoto shushes her, and she quiets down again. "Are you going to be good and let me take off the restraints?"

Mikan nods.

Makoto goes and unties her. She doesn't attack or yell. She just sinks to the floor and looks up at him pitifully, with a dash of hatred.

"Thank you," he says, with a smile. "I know you belong to Junko, but it's important that you understand: She can't take care of you right now. I mean, she can't even take care of herself. I'm not saying you can't be important to each other, but...you can't rely on her the way you want to. She needs help. And so do you."

"We don't want your help," Mikan says– quietly, still trying to avoid having her Junko privileges revoked.

Makoto considers her words for just a moment. "How about this: If you're good and you get to see Junko tomorrow, you can ask her whether or not she wants my help."

Any time he lets her visit Junko, the visit lasts twenty or thirty minutes. He lets her into the room where Junko's cell is, but not into the cell itself. Not unless Junko says it's okay, which she typically doesn't. This means she can see Junko and talk to her, but she can't touch her.

Makoto goes to visit Mikan every day, and it does not take long for her disposition to go from grudgingly compliant to eager to please.

"I ate my meals, and I haven't scratched anything or anyone and I'm not pulling my hair anymore. Please, can I see her?"

"That's great. I'm really proud of you. But I don't know about today; you seem a little worked up."

"I p-promise I won't be loud or hyperactive, or...You can spit on me, if you want!"

"Mikan. I don't want to spit on you. And I don't want you to have to stifle your energy just because Junko isn't really ready for it, today."

When Mikan starts blubbering tragically, Makoto interjects:

"What do we say?"

She sniffles and, with a sudden resurgence of hope, recites, "She c-can't take care of me, and I can't take c-care of her. We're both sick and we both need help, but we can still be friends."

"So what are you asking for?"

"I'm asking if I can p-please see my friend."

"You can come for a quick visit. Three minutes."

"Thank you, thank you-!"

Once more of the Remnants are captured, he makes it more of a competitive thing. After all, Junko can't see more than one of them at a time, for safety reasons, and she also can't spend all day meeting with them one after the other (or else she'll get tired!), so only one of them gets to see her, per day.

So which one of them has been the most deserving?

They snitch on each other so hard.

"Let's see," Makoto muses. "Kazuichi is sitting patiently..."

"K-Kazuichi was planning an escape!" Mikan says at once. "He and Fuyuhiko were talking-!"

"Mikan, shut the fvck up!" Fuyuhiko says.

"They s-said you wouldn't even notice if they-"

A bunch of them start arguing all at once, while some of them (like Ibuki and Nagito) are just sitting silently with one forefinger to their lips to prove that they aren't part of it.

(Nagito probably isn't even trying to see Junko. He just likes being good.)

[a-vessels-thoughts]

He's straight up just taking over her cult thats funny hell.

[theamityelf]

Drowning in the kamukuras again (really good au)

Can we get Makoto being so stupid the kamukuras need a second (and the opposite). Like, meat teens level silly. Also him out of nowhere understanding their literal body language. Maybe getting them on a human level?

I think you wrote Makoto understanding junkos moods and stuff ("you get angry more often when you dont eat. Here's a snickers." Or something to that effect). Reminding them they aren't tools.

Just, a point where he's adapted to the kamukuras completely.

Kamukura Wrangler AU Masterlist

(Thank you!) (Also, I'll do my best, lol. Hopefully this is anything.)

...

The Izuru Kamukura formerly known as Junko Enoshima was angry.

It was a feeling she didn't experience often, and she was rather enjoying it.

Normally, any inclination she felt to violence was a result of boredom or curiosity. But now, pacing around the shared space and noting how Ishimaru's eyes tracked her, how he noted her mood and position at all times, seemed to make the impulse to attack Naegi all the more gripping.

And the feeling sharpened when Fujisaki's voice interjected, "So, he was right."

It was true. Enoshima had put no stock in Naegi's plucky suggestions, when he'd said, "Of course you're feeling depressed; half the light bulbs in this room are dead! If we get more lights on, you'll probably feel a little better."

So the fact that she did feel noticeably better, now that the lights were all on, triggered an indignation in her that gladly sought an outlet.

"Junko?" Makoto said, finally noticing the way she was stalking around. "Are you...? If you're feeling kind of hyperactive, you could maybe try beatboxing. I do that, sometimes, when I'm anxious."

...The suggestion stalled Junko's violent urges with simple befuddlement.

"You beatbox when you are anxious," she echoed flatly.

"Sure. Sometimes."

"I have never heard you beatbox," Taka remarked.

"Well, I haven't been anxious here, so far. I've been scared a couple of times, but not anxious. Honestly, it's mostly been pretty calm."

Switching to a language Naegi couldn't speak, Junko said, "I would like to petition the group for permission to bite off a piece of Naegi's ear. It will not cause lasting damage."

Unfortunately, most of the group voted against it, and Taka steered Makoto swiftly away.

[a-vessels-thoughts]

This is precisely what I wanted THANK YOUUUUU. Of course he would suggest music to the murder machine angrily heading his way (he probably didn't notice tbf).

(Also the idea of junko and makoto beatboxing together is probably gonna stay in my head longer than it reasonably should.)

I like that you kinda combined the ask (one leading into the other). Its a neat juxtaposition of understanding and misunderstanding.

[theamityelf]

I KNOW you set it up so AI Makoto would be kinda plasticky? and not genuine at all BUT looking at that other post of Kamukura!Makoto suddenly makes me long for an AI Makoto who's just trying his best to learn how to be human with all the info he has, but just can't quite get it right.

It's coded in him to be happy and hopeful and make his friends happy and hopeful. But lately, it doesn't seem to work much anymore. And he doesn't know why. But he wants to. He cares for his friends the same way the real Makoto does as Chihiro was the one to program him, but he doesn't know how to, the same way the real Makoto does. Real Makoto understands emotions, AI Makoto doesn't.

So AI Makoto just does his best with all that Chihiro had given him. Smile, and encourage and support his friends, even if he knew it didn't seem to be working much anymore.

(Maybe it did work, once. His friends seemed so happy back then.. what changed? ..Well definitely the murders, but they weren't supposed to give up! They were supposed to be happy! Hang out and be friends together! ..Right?

It was all he knew.)

I don't know if I managed to articulate that correctly but oughghh AI Makoto ☹️☹️☹️☹️

(previous post)

Definitely, yes, AI Makoto genuinely meaning well and trying his best is so great. He bends over backwards and ends up teaching himself how to suffer because he figures out that that's what his friends need from him.

Because of the way he was made, the version of suffering he was able to teach himself is 100% for them; he learns sympathy, pity, the pain of intense compassion. He still can't get angry or sad on his own behalf.

(Maybe Kyoko tries to teach him that, later. Maybe her revulsion towards him, despite not remembering that he's a ghoulish construct of her believed-to-be-dead friend, comes with a strange pull to his company. Like, his behavior makes her so mad, but she can't seem to stop being around him. In this particular AU, I think that dynamic would get toxic in a fun way.)

Izuru, outside the simulation, watches this happen with a sort of distant bitter amusement? Like, "Wow, you created a version of him that wouldn't inconvenience you by feeling bad about anything you say or do, and you still managed to make him mentally ill."

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Ooooooohhhh I need this dynamic explored, so much, especially the toxicity of the relationship. I need to see how this relationship ruins both of them lmao. MAKE THEM WORSE.

Also, Izuru is so real for that. They effectively broke his code by being THAT insane, it's kinda impressive.

[theamityelf]

Kyoko stares at Makoto, feeling that indescribable thing she always feels whenever she looks at him, ever since they met on the first beach and he was just a normal stranger who shouldn't have inspired any particular feelings at all.

Even in this class full of odd prodigies, he seems the strangest person here.

First, the way he reacted to the early deaths. Not just low empathy- which, while atypical, could be understood -but seemingly low impact, as if the murders and executions were an inconvenience on the level of a friend staying home from school because they were sick.

Then, the way he seemed to learn from their grieving. The way he seemed to learn how to grieve. Not grief like Chihiro's broken sobbing, but his voice softened, his eyes lowered, he gripped the front of his jacket as if his chest ached. He helped them to talk about their feelings. Helped them cry.

He never cries by himself. Never seems to be alone, the way other people can be. When he's alone, he's either asleep or he's looking for someone to interact with. She knows, because she's watched. She's watched closely for any sign of a facade drop, any moment where he even just sits with his thoughts and processes things. It never happens.

She can't understand why it repulses her so much, seeing how he seems determined to exist only through social interactions.

And she can't understand why she keeps watching. Why is she studying him? Stalking him, almost. (Not almost. There's a reason she knows for a fact that he doesn't drop his facade when he's alone in his cottage.)

Why is she so curious?

"Hey, Kyoko," he says. She did nothing to conceal the fact that she was watching him console Chihiro, after Trial 3, so now he's approaching her. "How are you feeling, after...all that? You know, you really saved us in the trial."

She ignores the flattery. "I notice you've stopped trying to encourage everyone to have fun, after the worst happens. Instead, you've started trying to sympathize with everyone."

"Y-Yeah," he says, blushing and looking away. "I was, uh...kinda off-base before. I was trying my best to help, but...I was just making this worse for everyone. I'm sorry about that. I hope-"

"So that's why? You're trying your best to help? That's why there are tears in your eyes now: To validate our feelings, not to express yours?"

"No, I...I get how it sounded like that's what I mean. Really, I...I'm really sad. I'm really...gonna miss my friends." His voice starts to shake.

"They weren't your friends," she says, watching him. "They would have to know you to be your friends."

(Provocation is a tool that she rarely uses this gracelessly, and a killing game is probably the worst time for it, but he just brings out such a ruthless side of her.)

He stares at her, looking confused and not at all offended or angry. "Huh? I don't...I don't understand."

"No one here knows you," she says clearly. "You don't act as someone they can know."

After all, she is very good at knowing people. Easily, she picks up little quirks and qualities that are worth knowing about everyone. Taka regularly checking his very clean wristwatch. The little jig Hina does, usually about food, usually when she thinks no one is watching, but if the food gets her excited enough, sometimes she doesn't care if anyone is. There are no subtleties to Makoto. No little moment where he regrets committing to a long walk, no examining his hair in a passing reflection. What quirks he does have– clumsiness, and a tendency to forget his cottage key in the hotel dining area –happen completely externally. When he has to run back for his key, there is no moment where he seems aware of himself. When she hides it from him, he isn't frustrated or distressed by the search.

He tilts his head. "You're talking about...you, right? You feel like you don't know me. I'm sorry we don't talk more. I'd love to start now!"

"I don't see why. You don't exactly seem like you have a rich internal life."

"Oh. What...would I have to do to prove that I do?"

She thinks about it. Of course, the immediate answer is that anything he does for the purpose of proving her wrong is already doomed to be motivated by her and not himself, but still, that thing that keeps bringing her to watch him, to study him, makes her unwilling to drop this electric thread. "Ask yourself why everyone else is so content to watch you be less than a full person," she finally says. "Ask yourself why you are."

He frowns, looking just confused still.

She shoves him. "Get angry!" she insists. "When you're wronged, when you're hurt, you should be angry about it! What do you feel right now?"

"Um...angry?" he tries.

She lets out an annoyed breath. "You're hopeless."

"Wait, wait! I'll try it. I'll do my best, okay? Next time we talk, I'll be better."

She wonders if it's true.

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Things like this make me wonder how everyone else sees them

I want to see who clocks their dynamics. I dont think Kyoko is being as careful as she usually would be (shes still careful, its not like Taka "guys, we have ROOMS!" knows anything, but sakura probs does) so others are definitely watching this thinking "do these two know each other? It's definitely personal for her," or something of the sort.

Still, Kyoko cant be the only looking at alt!koto and realizing that hes learning in real time how to grieve (hes so unsubtle lmao). Who else catches it, what do they think?

[theamityelf]

Kamuegi Week 2026 - Day 4:

Roommates/Gender Swap/Sci Fi

...

The machine was awake.

Extensive damage to head, torso, and all four limbs.

Loading ocular input...

Loading auditory input...

Loading most recent memories...

Auditory input engaged. The machine was in a room about 8'x10' in size, and not alone. One room occupant: human, breathing, upright, about 5'3'' in height, about four feet away, voice analysis inconclusive from breathing alone.

Most recent memories populating, 48%, 30 seconds left...

Ocular input engaged. The human was wrapping a band-aid around a burn on his right forefinger. Facial recognition complete: He was Makoto Naegi, male, age inconclusive.

Loading date-time...

Date-time confirmed. Makoto Naegi was twenty-three years old.

And the machine had been offline for fifteen months.

Six month window exceeded. Machine out-of-date. There was no need to return to work. Machine should be returned to manufacturers to recycle materials.

Makoto Naegi had finished bandaging his finger and was now approaching the table on which the machine lay. "Whoa," he said, with a nervous laugh. "Your eyes opened again. That's..." (He fumbled around the table for a moment before finding what he was apparently looking for: a rusty old stopwatch.) "...an hour and thirteen minutes since last time. That's pretty close, right? Um, are you awake?"

Loading speech...

Makoto Naegi waited for four seconds before murmuring, "Maybe not..." and jotting something down on a notepad. "But, an hour and thirteen is the shortest time yet, so I think you are getting better. I still don't think it's safe to solder anything in the head area, but at least it seems like I might have found all the major fluid leaks."

Loading self-evaluation for leaks...

Most recent memories populating, 93%, 7 seconds left...

Self-evaluation determines: 4 major incisions. 4 of 4 major incisions have been patched. 10 minor incisions. 2 of 10 minor incisions have been patched. Warning: Patch analysis reveals use of unofficial materials to seal incisions. Professional maintenance is advised. Override: Machine is out of date. No maintenance is required.

The machine had been at work, the last time it was online.

It had been putting down rebel factions for its masters, when a bomb of unidentified origin and nature had collapsed a government building on top of it.

"Yes," the machine spoke, startling Makoto Naegi so badly that he threw his pencil in the air. "I am awake."

"Whoa," Makoto Naegi exhaled. "Okay. Wow. I actually...H-How do you feel?"

"I'm nine months out of date. You can return me to your nearest Hope's Peak recycling facility for a cash reward."

"Oh! Uh, no. You don't have to belong to Hope's Peak anymore. You're being repurposed."

"Hope's Peak androids cannot be repurposed."

"They can, actually! I mean, you can. I don't know how much you were able to download, or even just remember, but a lot has changed since you got hurt." Setting aside his pad of notes, Makoto Naegi scratched at his head. "If you don't mind my asking, what was your purpose, before you went offline?"

"Law enforcement, with a specialization in dispatching rebel factions. Clearance level: Highest. Rank: Highest."

And now Makoto Naegi looked startled for a different reason. His heart rate was elevated. "Do you mean...? Are you the one they call Izuru Kamukura?"

"Colloquially, I was referred to as Izuru Kamukura. I was the best and most advanced model that Hope's Peak had to offer, my value exceeding that of one hundred androids of any lower rank. But this machine is out of date and no longer serves that purpose."

"No way," Makoto Naegi breathed. "I just...I was just fixing up an android I found; I didn't...Hey, you're not still connected to their network, are you?"

"All law enforcement androids are removed from the network when their whereabouts are unknown for more than ten hours, to circumvent liability concerns. I could have been added back, were we in the six month window, but as it stands, I am no longer qualified to access any law enforcement communications."

"Okay. Okay, that's...That's not so bad, right? Aw, jeez, Kyoko's gonna want to...Do you have any of those law enforcement protocols still active?"

"No. My only protocol now is to be destroyed."

"Please don't say something like that."

"The cash reward should be on the higher end of the standard range, considering what an advanced model I am. The less you tamper with me before turning me in, the better."

"I don't want Hope's Peak's money. And there's kind of been a lot of talk about androids maybe gaining sentience, so I don't feel great about treating you like my parents' old TV."

"Androids are not sentient. Why did you repair me?"

"I was dumpster diving. I guess you probably don't know about this, but a lot of us try to fix any androids we find. A lot of the ones they throw away just need a few spare parts to be operational again, and usually, if they're in the dump and haven't been taken for recycling, that means they've already reb-...Um, already reset their memory partitions, anyway."

With its advanced speech pattern analysis, the machine effortlessly discarded the sentence-end which had been improvised on the spot and filled in what Makoto Naegi had been about to say: Usually, if they're in the dump and haven't been taken for recycling, that means they've already rebelled.

"You weren't listed as an associate of the rebel factions when last I was connected to the network," it mused, and Makoto Naegi's heart rate increased again. "How long have you been one of them?"

"You're confused," the human said, anxiously and firmly. "You just woke up. You're probably still leaking, somewhere."

"You patched up all the major leaks. Soldered them, it seems." It sat up, finding as it did so that its parietal headplate was missing, causing its internal filaments to spill out the back of its head, dangling almost to the floor.

Makoto Naegi held up his hands for caution. "Wait, don't move!"

The machine stilled.

"You're still injured, and...no offense, but I really can't let you out of this room."

Loading command analysis...

Processing error. Machine is out of date. No chain of command exists. Proceed to manufacturers to recycle materials.

The machine could find no imperative reason to defer to this human, this rebel whom it could more-than-easily overpower, but it remained where it was.

Makoto Naegi let out a sigh of relief, as if he, too, was very conscious of how easily this android could demolish him. "Thank you," he said.

"The rebels will try to destroy me, if they know I'm here," the machine surmised. "That's what concerns you. Correct?"

"Well, it's definitely on the list, yeah. Hey...Is it true that...you used to be human?"

"There is no organic matter comprising my body."

"Right, I know, but the rumors say that the reason Izuru Kamukura was the best android they ever made is because they trained the virtual mind on real human neurons by slowly replacing a human's body parts with machine parts. Is that...just a rumor, or...?"

The machine had no insights into its own creation. "The process for the making of Hope's Peak androids is not known to the public. It is probably an urban legend."

"Y-Yeah. Probably...Hey, why don't you lay back down. I'll run some state-of-mind diagnostics, and then we'll just...see where we go from there, I guess?"

The machine obediently returned to supine position.

The human thanked him again.

The machine wondered why he kept doing that.

[a-vessels-thoughts]

OH MY GOD THAT RUMOR

I can already tell this is going to rewire my brain like hopes peak rewire hajime :)

[theamityelf]

I KNOW you set it up so AI Makoto would be kinda plasticky? and not genuine at all BUT looking at that other post of Kamukura!Makoto suddenly makes me long for an AI Makoto who's just trying his best to learn how to be human with all the info he has, but just can't quite get it right.

It's coded in him to be happy and hopeful and make his friends happy and hopeful. But lately, it doesn't seem to work much anymore. And he doesn't know why. But he wants to. He cares for his friends the same way the real Makoto does as Chihiro was the one to program him, but he doesn't know how to, the same way the real Makoto does. Real Makoto understands emotions, AI Makoto doesn't.

So AI Makoto just does his best with all that Chihiro had given him. Smile, and encourage and support his friends, even if he knew it didn't seem to be working much anymore.

(Maybe it did work, once. His friends seemed so happy back then.. what changed? ..Well definitely the murders, but they weren't supposed to give up! They were supposed to be happy! Hang out and be friends together! ..Right?

It was all he knew.)

I don't know if I managed to articulate that correctly but oughghh AI Makoto ☹️☹️☹️☹️

(previous post)

Definitely, yes, AI Makoto genuinely meaning well and trying his best is so great. He bends over backwards and ends up teaching himself how to suffer because he figures out that that's what his friends need from him.

Because of the way he was made, the version of suffering he was able to teach himself is 100% for them; he learns sympathy, pity, the pain of intense compassion. He still can't get angry or sad on his own behalf.

(Maybe Kyoko tries to teach him that, later. Maybe her revulsion towards him, despite not remembering that he's a ghoulish construct of her believed-to-be-dead friend, comes with a strange pull to his company. Like, his behavior makes her so mad, but she can't seem to stop being around him. In this particular AU, I think that dynamic would get toxic in a fun way.)

Izuru, outside the simulation, watches this happen with a sort of distant bitter amusement? Like, "Wow, you created a version of him that wouldn't inconvenience you by feeling bad about anything you say or do, and you still managed to make him mentally ill."

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Ooooooohhhh I need this dynamic explored, so much, especially the toxicity of the relationship. I need to see how this relationship ruins both of them lmao. MAKE THEM WORSE.

Also, Izuru is so real for that. They effectively broke his code by being THAT insane, it's kinda impressive.