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@deviouspunkrock
"I-It’s a pleasure to be acquainted with you, my name is Olivia of the Shepherds. Uhm, I hope my…
((*SIGHS* I doubt anyone would care now that I’ve been gone for like errr months? But if any curious soul is out there, I transferred to the Fire Emblem: Awakening fandom with this cutie as my new muse!))
A Cooking Lesson | ask-shsl-chef
A thundering knocking―or banging to be precise― disturbed the peace of the chef's school dorm room, accompanied by a loud, male voice shouting, "Teruteru-chaaaaaan, Fubuki desperately needs your help!!" The banging ceased the moment the student answered his door, just to be greeted by the musician's face full of 'dilemma' written all over it.
"Teruteru-chan, Fubuki's in a BIG trouble and he can only ask YOU for help! Cause ya see, the faculty in charge of clubs noticed his grade falling like a landslide on a super slippery mountain. She says if Fubuki keeps this up then he'd hafta kiss his light music club good bye but he's nothing without his club!! He can't even be called Super High School Level Light Music Club Member anymore!" Both of his fists clenched in front of him and lips curved down into a huge frown. The club meant everything to him next to his music as he can't see the point of going to school anymore if the club had to be forced to disband.
"Fubuki's got lotsa help for academic classes but he can only rely on you for home ec class, so could ya help a friend out? Please? Teruteru-chan is the BEST chef he's known and he believes in your talent!" His eyes were sparkling, literally begging for the other student to accept his plead.
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So, like, wow! I reached 800 followers and that seemed like some good motivation to finally do my Follow Forever!
I want to say a big thanks to all of you for allowing me to have such an exciting time on here; it has actually been such a wonderful experience and I’m really glad I got to share it with you all.
Keep in mind that, for the most part, I have only listed the blogs that have been active within the past two weeks and they are not all Dangan Ronpa blogs. As well, if you are not on the list, please don’t think it is because I don’t like you or your blog; you are all wonderful and important to me (but I don’t think I could fit all 800 of you on a single page…!!)
Well, here you go; my Follow Forever! In alphabetical order (I think). Thanks again, everyone, and have a lovely day~!
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A-B-C
｜ acatchlight ｜ ask-genocidersyo ｜ askthequeenoflies ｜ auxiliummihi ｜ bitchyrichheir ｜ bladedpeko ｜ bornofwinterair ｜ bousouzokuking ｜ breederofdespair ｜ bungaku-shojo ｜ coeurderoche ｜ chainsandsweat ｜ chiplusplusx ｜ crazydaiya ｜ coldevileyes ｜ cupofmuses ｜
D-E-F
｜ dansuu ｜ despairhair ｜ despairingly-perfect ｜ despairingswordplay ｜ despairinurse ｜ deviouspunkrock ｜ encodedgamer ｜ expesoscen ｜ female-shsl-mechanic ｜ feminineprefect ｜ fluffybunnywabbit ｜ fogclearer ｜ formerkingn ｜
G-H-I
｜ ghostwritersyo ｜ hagakurerp ｜ hopefilledteacher ｜ imtoukofukawa ｜ imoutoyakuza ｜ indulgingidolkuzu ｜ inked-despair ｜ itscrimetime
J-K-L
｜ jackofcancer ｜ just-your-ordinary-magician ｜ kibosama ｜ kibouai ｜ kiboyakuza ｜ koizumisdespair ｜ koisatou ｜ ladykillersouda ｜ logicalprefect ｜
M-N-O
｜ mijikaiyakuza ｜ museparadise ｜ mushakogo ｜ obsolete-secrecy ｜ oldmannidai ｜
P-Q-R
｜ pekoyamakendoka ｜ perfectheirforever ｜ permablush ｜ pessiimism ｜ persecutorsbewarned ｜ pintsizedprogrammer ｜ princessedepique ｜ puppetkendoka ｜ quillsandscissors ｜ raving-dissonance ｜ recovering-mechanic ｜ riburarru ｜ royalprogrammer ｜
S
｜ sacrificial-sword ｜ saionmeme ｜ scissorminded ｜ secondratechef ｜ sensoryu ｜ sir-marshall-lee ｜ shinaiofjustice ｜ shine-bright-like-an-ishida ｜ shslchuunibyou ｜ shslcrazydiamond ｜ shslfanboyofhope ｜ shslgangster ｜ shslgetlucky ｜ shslperformer ｜ shslroleplay ｜ shslroyalty ｜ shslscreechingmoe ｜ shslunderworldbreeder ｜ shslworlddespair ｜ skirtstutter ｜ sliceofknife ｜ smallbutnotweak ｜ sonianeverwillbe ｜ starofthesyo ｜ studyinghallmonitor ｜
T-U-V
｜ tearsandsyringes ｜ themafiastool ｜ thequeenofdespair ｜ thequeerheir ｜ the-ultimate-moralcompass ｜ toomanyheckingmuses ｜ toshio-fukawa ｜ unintentional-panty-shot ｜ unpurposedtool ｜ utsuroh ｜ virifortissimi ｜ virtualvenus ｜
W-X-Y-Z
｜ wasurero-biimu ｜ wraakvol ｜
Red String of Fate
The nurse is about to respond, but she can tell easily that he’s slipping from the waking world and shifting towards one of darkness and sleep.
She is silently apologetic, but there’s no use asking permission to pull up his shirt to take a good look at the area. She’s guessing his ribs are broken, but from simply looking she won’t be able to truly tell what is wrong with him.
She feels along the ribcage, frowning softly when she takes in the damage. She idly wonders what happened to him to cause him to be this injured.
After falling unconscious, the boy saw flashes of what had happened earlier that day with a repetitive echo of meowing of a cat at the back of his head.The haunting sound continued until his eyes suddenly shot open at what seemed to be like the white ceiling of the school nurse's office, his body nicely placed on a comfortable bed. For the first few minutes, he wondered how he got here in the first place. A moment afterward, he remembered the meowing sound and forced his body to sit up, triggering aches once more.
A loud yelp escaped from his lips as he winced, the pain from earlier seemed to have reduced considerably but not fully. The image of the nurse entered into his vision as he let out a desperate tone of voice, "The cat...!! Is it okay?! Where'd it go?! Those damn bullies better not have―OW!!" He held onto his pained area, his eyes squinting at the dreadful feeling.
((One more reply specifically senpai's then I'll go do my project. I'll work on the starters, also for the new followers, possibly tom! And the old responses I owe))
'Oooh, she looks like she'd suit as a vocalist for Fubuki's club!~'
"M— me? A vocalist? It— It cannot be!"
"I’m flattered, Mioda-san. It’s just I… do not have the voice to sing heavy metal. It suits you more." Sonia knew that he would recruit her to the light music club. Fubuki’s genre is not exactly that. A princess is the least expected person to perform screamo. But she was not sure if she was correct. She would have to wait and see.
Thinking about it for a minute and to his disappointment, he indeed could not imagine Sonia singing something he sings. It simply didn't match her nature. With a sigh, he kept his smile on and offered something else instead, "Well if Sonia-chan can't do heavy metal music in Fubuki's band then how bout joining the light music club? Not everybody has to follow his genre! Princess can follow whatever genre she wants!~"
Gimme gimme gimme
42. A picnic basket full of goods
Today was the annual event of blooming cherryblossom watching day and the musician was in his usual up beat mood with a picnic basket in his hand, humming while making his way down to the park.
"Fubuki thinks it's gonna be SUPER beautiful this year!~ He's gonna bet Peko-chan will be thrilled to see all the pretty cherryblossoms with lotsa good ready-made food from the convenience store~"
The minute the girl's figure entered his sight, the punk boy shouted her name over to catch her attention. Pekoyama turned back just to be greeted by the basket of goods in front of her face. "This is for you, Peko-chan!~ Fubuki got them for you so you can snack onto something while watching the cherryblossoms!"
Red String of Fate
tearsandsyringes:
The nurse isn’t busy for once, merely making sure that everything in the infirmary is sterilized and in perfect condition in case it’s needed later on—and knowing how reckless the others can be, it will probably happen.
She smiled slightly, silently pleased with how everything is—for once—neat and orderly. There’s not a backlog of patients and she’s finally caught up on the required vaccinations and check ups.
She washes her hands just to make sure they are as clean as possible even though she has no real intent on doing anything that requires them to be that clean, it’s just a habit after being a nurse for so long.
The door opens and she turns, about to cheerfully greet the one entering when she sees something is wrong. The male alternate of the Ibuki Mioda she knows is injured badly, having to lean against a student she doesn’t know just to get around. The unknown student helps Fubuki into the infirmary, helping set him down gently in a chair.
"Got in fight with someone. Not sure who or why though, found him like this, thought I would bring him to you." The student tells Mikan before leaving without a second glance towards the music club member.
The nurse immediately begins gathering the supplies she thinks are needed, glancing over at him repeatedly. “M-Mioda-san, what happened?” She asked, kneeling next to him and trying to get a closer look at his wounds. “Y-you look like you got hit b-by a vehicle practically…!” She exclaimed, standing once more to grab the supplies and set them on the table next to where Fubuki is sitting.
"N-nevermind, don’t tell me….just…just t-try and take it easy, alright? I’ll p-patch you up in no time…!"
The poor injured boy's vision was hazy even upon the arrival at the school clinic when he heard a shaky voice of a female gently speaking to him. Mustering all of the energy left in him, he slowly turned his head towards the voice and focused his blurred vision towards the figure. "W-Where... is this..?"
Feeling a sudden striking pain in his ribs, he groaned as his hand clutched tightly on the affected area. With the aching of his entire body, he felt his head become lighter as his consciousness gradually began to fade. He knocked out in a matter of minutes after being brought to the clinic, but he was within the safe hands of the one given the title, Super High School Level Nurse.
party hard || deviouspunkrock
Trying to ignore the constant shaking, he closes his eyes, waving at the other boy dismissively. What would make going out partying, and most likely getting drunk, seem like a good idea? Especially with a test coming up… But does he really work that hard? Maybe he does deserve a break, after all. Being so studious can take a lot out of a person.
No, there’s still a lot of work to do. He dissolves his previous thought with a shake of the head, not allowing it to get a foothold. ”You and I both know that if we go out tonight, the chances of us returning at a time suitable for us to both study and get a decent amount of sleep are slim!” he says, a bit louder than he had intended.
Visibly pouting at how equally stubborn the hall monitor is, the boy slams his hands on the desk in front of them. This argument isn't over yet, not just yet. "But Fubuki can CLEARLY observe that Kiyotaka-chan has been working extra hard these past weeks with all of the academic and extracurricular events he's been managing for! He believes you need to take a rest and relax just for once! Even just for one night!~"
The musician paused for a moment to catch his breath from raising his voice and speaking non-stop to prove his point to the other. After a long exhale, he held out his hand towards Ishimaru in an inviting way with his charming smile to boot. "So waddya say? Do ya wanna go out for a break and have some fun?~"
tearsandsyringes replied to your post:((OOC: Pfffft what project? *Throws it out of the...
(( Get to work, Hon. ))
((*Rolls around bed* B-But I barely have good wifi at dorm and I'm home with nice wifi, I wanna RP for awhileee. Plus I have no class tom so I can stay up!~ But much thanks for worrying <3))
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Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours
Putting his hand on Fubuki’s shoulder and pulling it slightly closer, he leans in, pressing his lips against the other boy’s. A moment later he pulls away, his hand covering his blushing face. “I am sorry!” he shouts, looking away.
Eyes widened in shock to what had just transpired, the musician kept a straight face in silence. A couple of seconds after, his lips curled into his signature smile and words spewed out of his mouth. "Kiyotaka-chan needn't be sorry!~ Fubuki was shocked at first, but it wasn't that bad!" He released a chuckle light heartedly.
((OOC: Pfffft what project? *Throws it out of the window* Imma be replying to some things first before focusing on the project since I KNOW I'd be bothered and distracted anyway))
((EVER SINCE I WENT ON SEMI-HIATUS, I FELT SAD NOT BEING ABLE TO REPLY OR GENERALLY TALK TO YOU. I MISS YOU AS WELL ARCTIC </333 Also one of the reasons why I don’t wanna give up my Chihi blog))
((AHHHH I’VE MISSED YOU EVER SINCE YOU’VE BEEN ON SEMI-HIATUS SINCE I ALWAYS WILL/HAVE ENJOY/ED RPING WITH YOU. I MISS YOU -SOBS- <333 I JUST HOPE YOU’E DOING WELL ahhhhhh))
((*CRIES* SAME HERE SENPAI, RPING AND DEVELOPING CHARA WITH YOU WILL BE/IS/WAS ALWAYS GREAT, IT'S ONE OF THE THINGS I MISS ABOUT RPING ;__; I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TOO, I'm stressing as you can see me procrastinating BUT GENERALLY FINE <3))
( deviouspunkrock, come here and let me hug you damn it )
((EVER SINCE I WENT ON SEMI-HIATUS, I FELT SAD NOT BEING ABLE TO REPLY OR GENERALLY TALK TO YOU. I MISS YOU AS WELL ARCTIC </333 Also one of the reasons why I don't wanna give up my Chihi blog))
please reblog this as silent permission for me to rp with you.
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Send my muse "Gimme gimme gimme!"
And I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-45 to see what my muse gives yours from the list below. All simple or fluff!
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I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.
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