Obey or Despair

An Independent RP blog for Mastermind! Kiyotaka Ishimaru from Dangan Ronpa Mun is Male | 21+ | A Big Nerd tracking #absoluterule Please read my About and don't be shy! This is a sideblog affiliated with prefectishimaru I tag NSFW and Guro ♔King | ♕Queen | ♘Knight

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// today is my birthday AW YEAH. So I’ll be off the mini con-and-birthday hiatus tomorrow. <333

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// pit all the masterminds against each other. Let them form alliances and assassinate one another. Let's game of fucking thrones this shit.

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High School Reunion [ + cerebrumrevenue ]

To find the fabled Togami estate still standing was beyond unexpected. To find it occupied? Unthinkable. When the tyrant's cross-country tour took him through the streets only to come upon this monumental discovery? It was paramount they make a pitstop. Leaping down from his crow's nest perch atop an armored truck, Kiyotaka would instruct his caravan to remain stationary, lay low and stay out of sight. With any luck? The endless speech he'd been spewing from the megaphone he gripped hadn't been heard by whomever dwelt inside.

He knew who it was before even setting foot upon the long, winding drive. But still. To see for himself? A must. Leaving his guards with strict instructions to remain in place, Ishimaru continued up toward the towering manor alone, only the riding crop and pistol at his hip for protection.

He came in peace, after all.

One could only hope for such in turn.

"Byakuya Togami!" His voice boomed outside the estate's imposing entrance, amplified tenfold through the black and white megaphone he deliberately cranked up to eleven. It screeched with feedback, an ear-splitting but unmissable noise. Even so, his voice was not to be mistaken. 

"It's been a long time!!"

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// i'm also so ready to cosplay ishimaru you don't even know. i'm also hella sold on just duplicating the pattern and doing mastermind ishimaru cosplay too since really, it's a lot of the same stuff. imgonnadoit.

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♘  →  "The jokes need to stop."

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"I have one! What do batteries and Byakuya Togami have in common?"

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♘  →  "Don’t."

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"Both are ridiculously overpriced and rarely included in anything!"

[naive-despair]

"Now now. Would you really do this to your Taka...~?"

"It depends, what is Taka accusing me of?" Because that knife sticking out of the wall that he had thrown at the other wasn’t enough proof.

[naive-despair]

  "Why would I need a towel if I’m cooking Taka?" Makoto pressed closer to the other, still keeping the knife to his throat in case the other made sudden movements to escape or grab the questionable rag and use it on him.

"If what Taka says is true, then why don’t you let me use it on you? It will only be a few moments if it is drugged."

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"In case you made a mess, of course! I often tuck a towel into the belt of my slacks to prevent any unintentional spillage!" Ishimaru thought fast, dredging up a perfectly reasonable explanation he could only hope Naegi bought. Flashing his most brilliant smile, Ishimaru willed himself to relax despite his current predicament. If he made any move too obvious? Makoto would read his intentions. Would call his bluff in seconds.

"...Certainly! Though it would be impossible for either of us to retrieve while you have me...ahahaha, cornered! Classmate Naegi, I assure you my intentions are hardly impure. Everything I do is with your best interests in mind."

[naive-despair]

"Now now. Would you really do this to your Taka...~?"

"It depends, what is Taka accusing me of?" Because that knife sticking out of the wall that he had thrown at the other wasn’t enough proof.

[naive-despair]

  "Maybe Taka shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on me with that rag." Makoto cocked his head at the other as he pulled the knife from the wall to hold it to the other’s throat. His mismatched eyes staring into the other boys.

"Taka knows I already have trust issues, it should come to no surprise that you of all people would be dumb enough to try and attack me when I was in the middle of cooking." Really, Taka was almost as dumb as Sayaka was if he thought that. Though perhaps since he was bigger than Makoto he thought he could over power him.

"That’s exactly what Sayaka did wasn’t it? Recklessly attack someone thinking she would win, perhaps I should stab you in the stomach like Leon did to her as well…"

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Though Makoto was smaller, that much was true, he still managed to hold Ishimaru by knifepoint, at perhaps an even deadlier angle. Blade angled upward, the prefect pressed back like a cornered cat. Even swallowing was enough to feel the faintest nip of the knife at his throat, cold and prone and sharp. 

To think he'd be assassinated in such a blasé manner.

"N-no! Makoto, you are...sorely mistaken. Surely. This is nothing more than a commonplace...misunderstanding..." 

Could he kick him? Not without getting his throat slit in the recoil. If Naegi slumped forward, he'd press into his jugular. If Naegi fell back, he'd risk gashing upward into his jaw. Less fatal, but still risky.

No. Words were a better weapon here. And Ishimaru had command of them. For the moment.

"That rag was...simply a dish towel. It's there. On the floor." Ishimaru's gaze darted quickly to where he'd dropped it in the sudden assault.

"I was. I was about to offer my assistance....with the dishes. I --- should not have startled you..!"

[naive-despair]

"Now now. Would you really do this to your Taka...~?"

"It depends, what is Taka accusing me of?" Because that knife sticking out of the wall that he had thrown at the other wasn’t enough proof.

[absoluterule]

How Makoto had managed to corner him was now beyond evaluation. Certainly he'd let down his guard. A potentially fatal mistake. Now, Kiyotaka simply stood between the luckster and the wall, all but pinned with no where to run. 

Wild crimson eyes darted from Makoto to the weapon he brandished, as time ticked down and trickled away. He had to defuse this situation. Quickly. Had to talk some sense back into the boy he'd once known so well. Had thought he'd known, anyway.

It was all Ishimaru could do, to summon up some hint of his former self. The one he'd shut down and locked away. Maybe some glimmer of 'Taka' would be enough. Would grant him that single window of opportunity.

If not? Game Over.

"....You're acting quite brashly, classmate Makoto Naegi! Perhaps this is something we can civilly discuss. I am quite concerned for you..!" Ishimaru implored, leather-gloved hand gently outstretching to gesture palm flat towards the floor. Easy. Easy does it...

[etherealian]

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"Ah, it’s j-just you."

"Do you n-need a book or something, eyebrows?"

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"Just me? Ahaha! You're very much mistaken! I'll forgive your apparent short-term memory, Classmate. My name is in fact, Kiyotaka Ishumaru and not 'Just You' OR 'Eyebrows'!

The joke was delivered with such a straight face that it was difficult to tell if he was just deploring some groan-worthy dad humor or was actually stone cold serious.

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ø GUESS WHO

13. My muse has to live out one fantasy for your muse.

"How this is any different from the norm, I’m not entirely certain!" Ishimaru mused at the very notion. Obeying Byakuya Togami? Was hardly a new concept. Loyal to an extreme, it was generally his pleasure to perfectly preform any task Byakuya or Junko should assign to him. And Togami was certainly no stranger to making demands, or getting exactly what he wanted without question.

"Though I’m sure this can still be interesting. Haha! I know….How about~~we play this little game with a complete lack of boundaries. I will do anything you desire. No limitations. No exceptions. Just once."

It was a high stakes game of trust, as Kiyotaka couldn’t begin to fathom just what Byakuya’s demand would be. And yet no matter the order, it would be fulfilled. The anticipation was terribly exciting, and Ishimaru impatiently rocked on his heels, the slightest lick of mania flickering faintly in those rich red eyes. 

[miserings]

♚  →  That title would never get old. For the longest time, Byakuya had longed to be more than what was expected of him. Running a multi-bazillion dollar corporation was just that, but things wobbled off-course into more vital territory. Creating a new world made being a shoe-in business tycoon pale in comparison. It would pay off better in the end too.

Relieved of the weight in his lap, Byakuya sank back into his seat to keep careful eyes on Kiyotaka as he drifted down his body to the floor. His elbow found the arm of the throne again to settle upon it with a bony thump of bone on wood. His chin took up their rightful place atop his hand once more in a gesture that could only be described as reflex by now. The weight of his foot lifted with the gentle tilt of the man’s hands pulling at it to offer him just a tiny bit of ‘help’ on his end.

All condescending.

His ankle hitched to turn his toe upward. Thin lips pulled themselves into a wry smirk, voice bubbling past them.

"I just shined them. Isn’t my work impressive? It looks like they haven’t been worn at all…"

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Likely because he never wore them anywhere outside his estate.  Ishimaru thought. Byakuya Togami didn't often dirty his hands, or anything for that matter, should he be able to avoid it. But he'd play along with the praise. The faint still-sterile scent of fresh leather and polish did hold its appeal. Crisp. Clean. Pristine. In a world so ruined and foul, it was a lovely sight indeed.

"You work is always impressive." When he worked at all. But quality over quantity. He did admire Byakuya, after all.

Delicately turning his foot at the ankle, Kiyotaka allowed his fingers to splay along the upper edge of his sock, leather glove caressing the small sliver of exposed skin beneath the hem of his slacks. His lips continued their reverence, winding a slow trail of kisses from toe to heel, rich red eyes flitting upward to take in the other's reaction to such a scene. For approval, mostly.

The one thing he craved above all else. Affirmation. Praise. Reward. From someone like Byakuya Togami, every bit of it was priceless....

"You yourself are impressive..." Ishimaru purred, thumb massaging firmly at the pit of his ankle. "This new world needs you to shape it."

[fourteendrawings]

The greatest crimes in the world are not committed by people breaking the rules but by people following the rules. It’s people who follow orders that drop bombs and massacre villages.

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// I love that while Mastermind Ishimaru is more confidant, less caring, and  extremely domineering he still makes fucking shitty ass jokes and laughs at them. Some things will never change.

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//....so um what I mean to say is that if I posted some kinda PWP open starters would you want to reply to them? Ugh you people liking my post are killing me right now. Hahaha <3 

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// i'm pretty hella up for some smutty as frick RPs right now tbh but part of me feels so wrong shoving my canon Taka into those situations without some big ol' plotline or pre-discussed relationship because he's like this precious thing that needs to be protected and gently loved at all costs. He's also a bumbling awkward virgin which is adorable and fantastic but not exactly pro-tier on the porno scale.

But that all goes out the window with MM Ishimaru so um....