紳士 / 昆虫博士

affiliated gonta gokuhara of new dangan ronpa v3 written by mallow & est. dec. 13, 2017

[gentomologist]

gonta gokuhara | danganronpa v3 app stats rules

6′6″, big, can pick you up with one hand

wouldn’t hurt a fly; would in fact love and respect a fly

real (gentle)men wear their heart on their sleeve and openly cry all the time

dresses in fancy suits but never wears shoes… fashion icon

here to protect you and support you in everything you do, and probably also die for you

getting better at the whole self-esteem thing

definitely not someone you’d suspect to have gone through hell and back, but here we are

[gentomologist]

sotouso‌

“A friend?” Was he building a bug then? But this pile of snow was way too big for that! Or was he about to build some huge insect thing? Ew… The bug hating boy wasn’t really fond of that thought. Though, who really knew, maybe Gonta simply meant an usual snowman as well. But somehow Kokichi doubted that…

“Hmm? C’moon Gonta, this is war! Of course people will get hurt! It’s a snowball fight about life and death, and that’s exactly why I need you on my side! You have to keep an eye on me, riight? Who knows, maybe I get killed by a really big snowball, or worse: Maybe I’m gonna hurt someone with my powerful attacks!”

Of course this was all nothing but lies. No one would get seriously hurt by a snowball fight. Though, Kokichi could imagine that if Gonta would use all his strength, he could leave a lot of bruises on his opponents. But hey, he was here to win!

“Okay, okay, I admit it, I just totally lied to you. It’ll be harmless fun, really! So c’mon, you should join me now!”

   Throughout that entire explanation, Gonta’s staring at Ouma with a face that says he doesn’t believe him. This isn’t the first time Gonta’s seen a snowball fight, and he’s observed enough of today’s to know that it’s nothing that serious. People are smiling, laughing... It’s just Gonta’s own strength that he’s worried about. On top of everything, though, Gonta just doesn’t like that Ouma would joke around like that. The last thing he ever wants to hear is jokes about his friends dying, especially with what he already knows about his supreme leader friend’s demise. Kaito had told him, so long ago...

The entomologist sighs through his nose, looking serious for a moment.

“Don’t talk like that, please, Ouma-kun.” Gonta looks back down at his snowbug-in-progress, feeling turned off entirely to the idea of snowball fighting. “I don’t want to. Sorry... Building with snow can be fun, but if you don’t think so, you can go join everyone over there. Maybe Gonta will later.”

[gentomologist]

ashes-of-omelas‌

Oh good.  It’s always nice to see a social gesture turn out to be totally fine and normal, and to see it pay off.  Lothric spent a lot of his early life locked in a tower, as revered as he was isolated, a holy-sacrifice-to-be.  Don’t come to him asking how to relate to people. 

“Oh, by all means, keep it, please!” Lothric says generously, smiling and pleased with himself.  “It is a season of giving, after all.” 

The candy cane is, indeed, wrapped, to protect its edibility.  If Lothric made a point before he left the house to be able to eat a candy cane while he’s out, it’s safe to say that this isn’t his only one, too, if he’s so quick to give it away.  His generosity rarely coincides with selflessness. 

“Looks good,” he confirms contently, unsure of what Gonta was going for but not about to critique his own handiwork.

   It seems interaction between two individuals who aren’t always sure of what’s normal and what isn’t in social situations can work out fine. Gonta knows this is silly, at least, but he’s having fun with it. He should hope that people might offer more to decorate him with, though one thing is still better than nothing.

“Okay. I’ll make sure it doesn’t go to waste.”

It looks good, does it? Well, candy canes aren’t exactly a gentleman’s accessory (as far as he knows), but this is a special occasion. Gonta can’t see how it looks on himself anyway, so he’ll take Lothric’s word for it. “Thank you again! It was good thinking of you; Gonta wouldn’t have considered this as a decoration.”

[gentomologist]

springstreams‌

    Maki was never the best with words and vocalizing herself– She couldn’t help her blunt nature nor the fact that she could come off as intimidating. She had been in Spirale for quite some time and had only seen a small number of their classmates. She did wonder what happened to the ones she was never able to see. She never pondered too hard on that, though. This place really was full of mysteries. Perhaps even where these ice sculptures came from could fall into that category, too.

    “I imagine the Ultimate Artist could probably do something like this.” At least, that was her guess. Maki never spoke to Angie much– She didn’t always see eye to eye with what she had to say. “A bug? .. That’s fine. Ice sculptures melt, anyways. It doesn’t matter how perfect it is. I wouldn’t stop you from trying.” A little harsh sounding, but nonetheless, it did feel like the truth.

    She never thought about ice sculpting before. She doubted she’d be any better. Who knew– It’s possible she could be worse. “I can’t tell what some of these are supposed to be.” She wasn’t saying this with bad intentions, but it could be interpreted that way if someone didn’t understand.

   He’s happy to believe that Angie could do this without issue. Thinking of her makes him miss her... But he’s missed Maki, too, so he’ll focus on his current company. And on the sculptures, of course, which he continues viewing and contemplating. 

“Ah... You’re right. These will melt, huh?” That’s a little sad to think about. A lot of hard work must have went into these, but one melting doesn’t mean another one can't ever be sculpted again. Maybe he really will consider sculpting a bug out of ice... or maybe he’ll just stick to drawing them, which is probably easier. 

By the looks of it, there aren’t any bug sculptures here. That’s okay, though --- it isn’t as though other animals don’t deserve the same attention and appreciation. Gonta looks at one of the sculptures in view, smiling.

“That one there must be a swan. Or a goose? Oh, it is a little harder to tell when the colors aren’t all there...”

[gentomologist]

Gonta wouldn't usually bother with parties, but this one is called a "garden party", and where there are gardens...there are bugs. Usually. There should be, anyway! Plus, this might be an opportunity for him to reunite with familiar faces—from home or otherwise.

Yet the inevitable happens regardless: the big man finds a bumblebee settled on some flowers and leans in to chat with it, as if no one were around to see or find it odd.

"Good afternoon, little friend," he says to it. "Gonta sees you groomed yourself well for this occasion. Very spiffy!"

[gentomologist]

Who's stepping on plants--

[gentomologist]

@kindliar

Needless to say, this has been an overwhelming state of affairs to return to. He can't be certain how much time has passed, and the inactive phones means he can't look and see how many friends or other familiar faces are about. Still, he's wasted no time trying to readjust, relying on established survival skills for others' benefits as well as his own.

Today, though, a distant fire catches his eye. He pursues it out of curiosity, mostly, drawing closer to the telltale smoke and faint crackling 'til he sees its light — and more importantly, the one apparently tending to it. Gonta hears himself gasp; an involuntary little sound. "Ouma-kun?"

As ever, he'd recognize that scarf anywhere (even if there are... extra features he's never seen on his friend before). Instead of thinking about how Ouma might feel upon seeing him, he continues talking. "Ahh, Ouma-kun! Gonta really found you!" The relief in his voice, paired with surprise and a typical helping of emotion, is impossible to miss. "Are you okay?"

[gentomologist]

how does your story end?

contented

accomplished, you rest, knowing you have earned this long sleep.

[gentomologist]

might as well hop right into the event, so! gonta's gonna be the only mf in the city (probably) to choose a bug as his guardian: the winter moth. he'll gradually have brownish-white wings, fluffy antennae, and what looks like some white fur around his neck. so umm Basically the best thing to ever happen to him. not a lot of changes otherwise aside from being suddenly more attracted to light, but he'll be concerned with looking out for others as always!

with that here's a starter call, capped at 2 for now with castmates exempt

[isolaradiale]

reapping gonta gokuhara from danganronpa, app is still under /app and stats are linked on the side!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gonta!

You will be housed in HOUSE 102.

You will retain everything you had in your previous stay!

– mod pleiades.

[gentomologist]

   This is Spirale, isn't it? Some things seem different, while others are too unmistakable to doubt — the giant hole, for instance. But what really feels odd is that it's...

"C...Cold..." Abnormally so! "Huh, what happened here?!"

[gentomologist]

looks at the nearly 2k blogs i'm following. looks away

[gentomologist]

ascarletflame​

Grimm takes it upon himself to rush over and put an arm around Gonta, so friendly at this.

“An entomologist? You’re a friend of bugkind, then? Oh, that’s hardly nothing! It’s wonderful! Do you know how many times my coworker has made jokes about flyswatters and moth balls and bug zappers? Do I look like a SpiraleMart clown?! We need real people who appreciate bugkind around here! Like you!”

He pumps a fist into the air. Wow, so excited.

   Gonta just lets that arm drape around him, not sure how to reciprocate. He is practically glowing---both from the joy of this situation and the embarrassment of being complimented by someone so neat. It’s a good thing, though.

“Y-yes, Gonta’s very much a friend...! Just as each and every bug is considered a friend to Gonta, too. But, you know --- Gonta’s been here before, and has met plenty of other people who appreciate them,” or so he thinks, “so he can promise he isn’t the only one.”

Whether or not those people are still in the city is another question, but he’s sure of himself regardless. 

“I’m happy you appreciate it so much, though. Thank you!”

[t0bey]

A while ago I promised to draw gonta so. The bug boy himself

[gentomologist]

soul-star​

@gentomologist​

While you are used to audiences, as all good performers should be used to, it’s not as often you come across someone who’s taken in by your work. Especially your puppetry for sure –, but maybe… it’s because the design?

You did design the puppets to look like bugs, and your main star puppet resembled a butterfly, as you made it look like to fly–, it seemed to has caught some attention…

“Ah… uh, are you… interested in my puppets?“

   The puppeteer’s tentative question is met with a confident, enthusiastic “Yes!” from the entomologist, who otherwise wouldn’t say he’s ever particularly been interested in puppets. In this case, though, there’s something obvious to appreciate. 

Though Gonta’s eyes are fixed on the bug-like models, taking in what details he can see, it isn’t only them that have his interest.

“You... Did you make these? Oh, you must have so much love for them.” You might think by ‘them’, he’s referring to the puppets, but---not quite. “Gonta’s so happy to see an artistic appreciation for bugs. Thank you for sharing this for everyone to see!”

[liasprompts]

a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot  /  send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !

00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or  excite them ? 01.  the magician  :  how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? 02.  the high priestess  :  how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ? 03.  the empress  :  does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ? 04.  the emperor  :  how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ? 05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ? 06.  the lovers  :  how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ? 07.  the chariot  :  how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ? 08.  strength  :  how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ? 09.  the hermit  :  how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ? 10.  the wheel of fortune  :  how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ? 11.  justice  :  does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ? 12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ? 13.  death  :  is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? 14.  temperance  :  does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? 15.  the devil  :  is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ? 16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? 17.  the star  :  what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ? 18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? 19.  the sun  :  in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ? 20.  judgement  :  is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ? 21.  the world  :  is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

[gentomologist]

ascarletflame​

“Gonta, how lovely!” The moth eyes him up and down, seeming pleased enough about his new roommate. Hmm, he should probably warn him…

“I am Troupe Master Grimm, the great calyptra moth of the dream realm! Actor, musician, dancer, acrobat and more! What of you? Do tell me about yourself. You may even add a bit of embellishment to your tale if you’d like.

…Oh, and for your own sake, don’t touch the satchel in the refrigerator.”

(There might be blood in there.)

   Usually a compliment like that would make Gonta bashful, but it’s as if he forgets to respond entirely once he hears the word “moth”. 

He expected something like that, of course, yet the fact that Grimm doesn’t really resemble a calyptra moth makes it all the more interesting to him. The title and the list of talents, too---there’s no way he wants to talk about himself right now, but if it’s being asked of him...

“U-Understood...” Gonta’s fists are now clenched at his sides, a potentially misleading tell of all the excitement he’s trying to hold in. 

“Gonta’s just an entomologist. And gentleman. Nothing as special as you, Grimm-san!” He's clearly not up to the task of embellishing anything about himself, or trying to. “I mean--- All of those skills, that’s amazing...”