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i  knew  then  what  it  was  to  feel ; 𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙

[cyacide]

# 𝙲𝚈𝙰𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴 .   canon   divergent   &   selective    blog   for   saihara   shuichi   of   danganronpa   v3 :   killing   harmony ,   portrayed   as   a   remnant   of   despair .   affiliated   with   @sacricide​   &   @fooliery​ .

navi  below  cut .

#  google docs . #  promo . #  character  study  sideblog . #  if  you  are  interested  in  learning  more  about  my  portrayal  of  remnant  saihara ,   i  have  pre - game  notes  written  for  him  here   &   a  ref  sheet  during  the  tragedy  here ,   drawn  by  @/fooliery . #  inbox  tag .   i  do  not  currently  have  an  accepting  starter  call .   if  you  would  like  to  interact ,   you  may  send  anything  from  this  tag .

[archivefouls]

an  independent   &   highly  selective  writing  blog  for  tartaglia  of  mihoyo’s  genshin  impact ,   as  adored  by  leo .   i’m  still  relatively  new  to  the  genshin  rpc   &   busy  getting  things  set  up  here ,   but  if  you  could   give  this  post  a  quick   ♥   &   ↻   if  you’re  interested  in  interacting ,   that  would  be  very  much  appreciated .   thanks !   i  hope  to  see  you  around  soon .

[cyacide]

anyways happy birthday to the loml saihara. if u want to send me something for his birthday my askbox is still open but otherwise i’m just lurking bc of the hiatus🤭

[cyacide]

babe wake up older saihara design just dropped!!!

hi i’m still on hiatus but @sacricide was kind enough to draw this for me & it seems appropriate to share here. hope ure all well♡

[cyacide]

making a formal post abt this but i'm just going to put this blog on hiatus until further notice bc i'm just not feeling great logging on here recently. i'll be back eventually i just think this is better for my mental at the moment♥️ sorry

[cyacide]

anyways saihara’s a virgo sun, pisces moon, & capricorn rising

[cyacide]

@fooliery​​​ :    ‘   "   saihara - chan !    i  just  went  on  this  date  with  this  great  guy—   ”   slings  his  arms  around  his  shoulders  from  behind ,    bats  eyelashes .   ’   /    unprompted ,   always  accepting .

(   he  is  a  nuisance         or  so  you  have  been  desperately  trying  to  convince  yourself ,    since  the  break  up .    a  burdensome  presence  that  takes  every  opportunity  to  weigh  down  your  shadow    &    hold  you  in  place .    the  spider  that  gently  coaxes  you  upon  the  silk  of  his  web ,    again    &    again    &    again .    his  arms  encase  you  like  a  cage ,    his  tone  is  sickly  sweet  when  he  addresses  you .    you  make  no  move  to  escape  him .    )

‘    th ... that’s ...    ’    saihara  clears  his  throat  awkwardly ,    eyes  anxiously  flickering  to  ouma  relaxed  against  his  figure ,    then  once  again  off  to  the  side .    his  fingers  instinctively  reach  for  ouma’s  own ,    as  old  habits  always  tend  to  do ,    but  he  redirects  the  motion  to  wrap  his  thumb    &    index  around  the  small  of  ouma’s  wrist .    ‘    that’s  great ,   ouma - kun ...    i’m ,    um ,    really  glad ...    ’    saihara  bites  the  inside  of  his  cheek  to  refrain  from  further  comments ,    visibly  wincing .    this  wound  still  feels  too  raw  for  conversation  like  this .

his  brows  furrow ,    accompanied  by  a  short  huff  of  air .    with  the  grip  around  ouma’s  wrist  he  attempts  to  peel  the  arms  off  of  him .    ‘    you  never  talked  about  our  dates  like  this ,    so  it  must  be  special ...    ’

[bunnieresources]

silent hill 2 sentence starters pt. 2.

“ is that why you’re here too? “

“ are you taping again? “

“ i don’t know why, but i just love it here. “

“ you know what i heard? this whole area used to be a sacred place. “

“ it’s too bad we have to leave. “

“ please promise you’ll take me again, ____. “

“ did you get the letter? “

“ did you find ____? “

“ how can you just let him / her / them die? “

“ why are you running away? “

“ thank you for saving me, but i wish you hadn’t. “

“ no, don’t pity me. i’m not worth it. “

“ maybe you think you can save me. “

“ will you love me? take care of me? heal all my pain? “

“ that’s what i thought. “

“ give me back that knife. “

“ for me, it’s always like this. “

“ i was weak. that’s why i needed you. “

“ that’s all over now. “

“ i know the truth. “

“ it’s time to end this. “

“ when will you ever stop making that mistake? “

“ i don’t need you anymore. “

“ that’s what you wanted! “

“ how can you throw me away? “

“ you deserve to die too, ____! “

“ forgive me. “

“ i told you that i wanted to die. i wanted the pain to end. “

“ that’s why i did it. i just couldn’t watch you suffer. “

“ that’s not true. “

“ the truth is: i hated you. i wanted you out of the way. i wanted my life back. “

“ if that were true, why do you look so sad? “

“ please do something for me: go on with your life. “

“ i’m sorry it took so long. “

“ didn’t you want to see me? “

“ i wanted to see you. even an illusion of you. “

“ that’s not true, is it? “

“ you killed me. “

“ you must’ve hated me. that’s why you got rid of me. “

“ i was… tired. “

“ do you really think i could ever forgive you for what you did? “

“ you better do something about that cough. “

“ i know i’ve done a terrible thing to you. “

“ i wish i could change that, but i can’t. “

“ every day i stare up at the cracks in the ceiling and all i can think about is how unfair it all is. “

“ i’m afraid that you don’t really want me to come home. “

“ whenever you come see me, i know how hard it is on you. “

“ i don’t know if you hate me or pity me. or maybe i just disgust you. “

“ i’ll always love you. “

“ i can’t tell you to remember me, but i can’t bear for you to forget me either. “

“ i’m so sorry for what i did to you, what i did to us. “

“ you’ve given me so much and i haven’t been able to return a single thing. “

“ i want you to live for yourself now. “

“ do what’s best for you, ____. “

“ ____… you made me happy. “

[bunnieresources]

silent hill 2 sentence starters pt. 1.

“ in my restless dreams, i see that town. “

“ you promised you’d take me there some day, but you never did. “

“ i’m alone there now. “

“ a dead person can’t write a letter. “

“ i didn’t mean to scare you. “

“ i’m kind of lost. “

“ i didn’t do it. “

“ i didn’t do anything, i swear. “

“ oh, it’s you. “

“ i don’t know what you’re planning, but there’s always another way. “

“ you’re the same as me. “

“ it’s easier just to run. “

“ no, i’m not like you. “

“ are you afraid? “

“ i’m so tired. “

“ did you find the person you’re looking for? “

“ i don’t know why i think he’s / she’s / they’re here. “

“ i’m not crazy. at least, i don’t think so. “

“ this town’s dangerous. “

“ it was you, wasn’t it? “

“ you didn’t love ____, anyway. “

“ do i look like your girlfriend / boyfriend ? “

“ i don’t look like a ghost, do i? “

“ you’re coming with me? “

“ you were gonna just leave me? “

“ i’m all alone here. “

“ everyone else is gone. “

“ i thought you said the cops were after you. “

“ nobody will ever forgive me. “

“ how can you sit there and eat pizza? “

“ it’s just a hangover. “

“ what if you can’t find ____? what will you do? “

“ i haven’t thought about that. “

“ you don’t sound very happy to see me. “

“ i was almost killed back there! “

“ why didn’t you try to save me? “

“ i’ve never been so scared in my whole life! “

“ you couldn’t care less about me, could you? “

“ you’re alive! “

“ i thought that thing killed you! “

“ it stabbed you; there was blood everywhere! “

“ did something happen to you? “

“ are you confusing me with someone else? “

“ you always were so forgetful. “

“ you said you took everything. “

“ how do you know about that? “

“ all i want from you is an answer. “

“ it doesn’t matter who i am. “

“ i’m here for you, ____. “

“ see? i’m real. “

“ don’t order me around! “

“ oh, i see. you’re trying to be nice to me, right? “

“ you don’t have to lie. go ahead and say it. “

“ don’t touch me! “

“ you make me sick. “

[parieha-aa]

                                DO  YOU  BELIEVE  IN  THE  PHANTOM  THIEVES  ?                                >  yes.                                                                   >  no.

[aria-a1]

♯ 𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰 :            specifically an accompanied , elaborate melody for a solo voice , typically one in an oratorio. a written or spoken passage or text likened to a dramatic or emotional operatic solo .

                                           ind. priv. sel. multi - muse                ft.  genshin, project moon , twewy , league , bleach , & more !         ©

[cyacide]

new tag dump just bc i’ve decided i want minimalism instead<3

[elizabitchtaylor-deactivated202]

I believe everybody has a soulmate but not everybody meets their soulmate. Yours is still out there. mine died in Paris in 1929.

[cyacide]

why are you gay?

I'm not. dating you turned me straight. thanks for asking!

[cyacide]

(   𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐬 ,   𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬  𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 :   here ,   you  echo  quietly ,   as  though  you  cannot  fully  grasp  the  weight  of  it .   enveloped  by  your  shared  silence ,   aglow  before  the  setting  sun .   here ,   with  you .   )   

sunlight  streams  in  through  the  window  behind  ouma ,   flooding  the  empty  classroom   &   coming  to  softly  illuminate  his  silhouette ,   coloured  in  warm  hues  of  pinks   &   oranges .   his  gaze  rests  upon  the  boy ,   &   somehow ,   it  feels  as  though  saihara  is  seeing  him  for  the  first  time .   well .   it’s  not ,   really ;   he  knows  this .   ouma  has  a  way  of  leaving  distinct  impressions  on  the  first  try :   the  name  will  stay  forever  burned  into  saihara’s  mind  —  seared ,   branded ,   any  other  adjective  used  to  describe  the  fiery  way  he’s  made  his  presence  an  unforgettable  one .   

saihara  recalls  the  day  so  clearly .   memories  of  violet  eyes   &   the  shock  of  a  first  meeting .   a  bitter  concoction  of  bewilderment   &   curiosity .   saihara  remembers  their  first  encounter ,   their  third ,   their  tenth .   &   he  saw  ouma ,  then .   he  sees  him ,   now .  

just  ...  differently  this  time ,   perhaps .  

saihara  laughs  when  ouma  gently  bonks  his  head  with  a  curled  fist       a  soft ,  breathy  noise  that  shakes  his  shoulders   &   makes  a  warm  smile  break  across  his  pale  visage .   it’s  been  like  this  for  a  while  now ,   admittedly ,   that  saihara’s  attention  has  been  less  focused  on  the  papers  in  front  of  him   &   rather  to  the  nagging  presence  on  his  left .   he  stopped  paying  attention  long  ago ,   instead  hoping  to  nurture  this  fresh  bruise  upon  his  heart .

‘   they  aren’t  wishy - washy ... !   you  could  really  stand  to  read  a  few  of  them ,   you  know .   ’   he  gives  another  gentle  laugh ,   swatting  the  hand  away  from  himself .   he  doesn’t  say  it  aloud ,   but  he  thinks  he  disagrees :   there  is  honesty  to  be  found  here .   calm  only  rarely  settles  itself  in  these  moments ,   in  the  quiet  spaces  between  them ,   &   it  allows  for  a  level  of  comfort  /  of  intimacy  that  wasn’t  there  before .

‘   i      sorry ,   right .   ’   his  confidence  wavers  for  a  moment ,   embarrassed  to  be  called  out  on  his  staring .   he  shuffles  a  little  bit  in  his  seat .   open  palms  shuffle  the  paperwork  sprawled  haphazardly  across  his  desk ,   blinking  away  from  ouma   &   instead  feigning  interest  in  his  work .   he  tries  for  a  moment ,   but  it’s  no  use ;   he  can’t  recall  where  he  left  off  to  begin  with .   a  low  sigh  escapes  him ,   leaning  back  against  his  chair   &   folding  his  arms  across  his  chest .   head  tilts  in  thought .   ‘   that  won’t  be  necessary ...  i  think  i  might  have  hit  a  dead  end  in  my  work ,   for  now ...   ’

@fooliery​​​   /   continued  ♡

[ir-dr]

Day 2780 - 8 March 2020

A commission for Tama! 

.//projectTiGER

[clownboybebop]

me: to really understand Frankenstein, we have to take into account that Mary Shelley was surrounded by creative men who really didn’t take her seriously, so in addition to sci-fi horror, it can also be read as an exploration of female creative frustration and-

The burglar that broke into my house: bodily autonomy?

me: exactly. Now,