My handle is HyperPartyKid on ao3 and tumblr. My art tumblr is @cyberrparty đ€
Otherwise, you can call me Izzy! I also take nicknames if weâre friends..wink..I love nicknames..winkâŠ.
I use they/any pronouns ( ˶°ă °) !!
This tumblr is for my writing mostly! I may post coord pics as well. I really enjoy dressing in lolita fashion!!
Thatâs all. I hope you enjoy my works and stuffâŠ.donât be afraid to send me asks or talk to me! I love interacting đ€ itâs my favourite part of sharing my creations online! I ask that you try not to be mean to me..Iâm sensitive đą
When Iâm mildly inconvenienced so now I have to torture my favs. Stubbed my toe? Keeboâs getting put in the blender. Itâs hot outside? Tsujimuras going to hell. Writing angst is so fun.
Iâve been working on this Korekiibo fic for a whole week and only got 1.8K words because Korekiyo is a NIGHTMAREâąïž to write, no offence. The last Korekiibo fic I wrote took me 3 weeks because I was convulsing trying to figure out how he would act. AND IT WAS STILL OOC
Itâs strange to say, but whenever Iâm reading a new book, the authors style tends to bleed into my fanfiction. My writing style flips around because I read both modern comedy and classic detective novels at the same time.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: æè±ȘăčăăŹă€ăăă°ăč | Bungou Stray Dogs
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ayatsuji Yukito/Tsujimura Mizuki (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Characters: Ayatsuji Yukito (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tsujimura Mizuki (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Additional Tags: Timeskips, Songfic, Title from a Waitress Song, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Dolls, Running Away, Not Really Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Spoilers, Self-Sacrifice, Almost suicide technically but it doesnât happen because (insane light novel spoilers here)
Summary:
Ayatsuji's fear of death catches up to him while on the run from the division.
He perseveres, held in his hand is a doll, a gift.
It looks at him with animosity, or so he thinks. Maybe this whole time, it was protecting him.
Songfic inspired by âTrust me, Iâm lyingâ by Waitress!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: K1-B0/Oma Kokichi
Characters: K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Oma Kokichi
Additional Tags: Robot Feels, Spoilers, Oma Kokichi Needs a Hug, They/Them Pronouns for K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), K1-B0-centric (Dangan Ronpa), K1-B0 Needs a Hug (Dangan Ronpa), Grief/Mourning, Character Death, Character Study, Canonical Character Death, Scars, if the robot equivalent of scars is rust, Hurt No Comfort, Doomed Relationship, Mild Blood, mild descriptions of corpses, Angst, Angst and Feels, Bittersweet Ending
Series: Part 12 of Hyperâs miscellaneous Keebo fics
Summary:
Because the blood sat on a slab of iron for as long as it did, a splotch of rust formed on the hydraulic press. The rust did not only stain the mindless machine, but the mindful one as well.
Solemn apathy, fallen leaders.
What is this, if not the cataclysm for the end of the world?
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: K1-B0/Oma Kokichi
Characters: K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Oma Kokichi
Additional Tags: Spoilers, Character Analysis, In a way, They/Them Pronouns for K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), K1-B0-centric (Dangan Ronpa), Oma Kokichi-centric, Oma Kokichi Is Bad at Feelings, itâs ok though, Hurt, Angst, Bittersweet Ending, i cant write happy things, Angst with a Bittersweet Ending, Insecurity, Internal Conflict, Itâs humorous at some point but then the demons took over me, Character Death, Flashbacks, Brief mentions of pregame characters/relationships, Oneshot, Title from a TV Girl Song
Series: Part 13 of Hyperâs miscellaneous Keebo fics
Summary:
Kokichi finds Keebo in the courtyard. They ask his opinion on something.
The robot is curious as to why they were given armour for the killing game. Would it not keep them alive?
A rather simple question, with an extensive and complex background that Kokichi struggles to wrap his head around completely. But as his life slips away from him, his subconscious shows him what he was missing. In its own way.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Amanda & Connor (Detroit: Become Human)
Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Amanda (Detroit: Become Human)
Additional Tags: Spoilers, Mommy Issues, ? - Freeform, Internal Conflict, but like literally. Heâs fighting with himself technically, Loss of Parent(s), Moooom Iâm tireeed can I sleeeeep in your houuuseeee toniiight, Angst, Parent-Child Relationship, but in an evil way - Freeform, Guilt, Robot Feels, Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Oneshot, Mentioned Hank Anderson, he gets a cameo at the end for good measure, Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Character Analysis, Partially Canon Compliant, Character Death, in a way...., Not Beta Read, Connor (Detroit: Become Human)-centric
Summary:
Connor finds himself in the zen garden again. He has many questions to ask regarding his deviancy and the nature of Amandaâs existence. When he gets his answers, will he do anything with them?
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magic Misfits - Neil Patrick Harris
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ridley Larsen/Izzy Golden
Characters: Ridley Larsen, Izzy Golden
Additional Tags: Spoilers, Rarepair, did I just invent a ship tag?? Yes, Fluff, Pining, Mutual Pining, Young Love, this is so cheesy, Healing, Admiration, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Flowers, Oneshot, Walking
Summary:
âI like it when Ridleyâs ideas bloom. Itâs pretty!â
Together in a field, two flower buds find themselves growing together. Intertwining their stems until they are one.
One growing flower believes herself to be wilting.
One growing flower believes her partner has the most beautiful petals sheâs ever seen.
A/N: The 3 magic misfits fans are gonna love this one
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I FIGURED OUT HOW TO USE THE SHARE FEATURE ON AO3! LIFE IS GOOD
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: æè±ȘăčăăŹă€ăăă°ăč | Bungou Stray Dogs
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Ayatsuji Yukito/Tsujimura Mizuki (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Characters: Tsujimura Mizuki (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ayatsuji Yukito (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Additional Tags: Manga: Another Story: Ayatsuji Yukito VS Kyougoku Natsuhiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mystery, Murder Mystery, Cultural References, Emotional Constipation, Overthinking, Tsuji2-typical pining, i hate them, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Murder, Blood and Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Pining, Mutual Pining, Bickering, Some Plot, Author Is Not Religious, I TriedÂ
Summary:
A string of murders leads Ayatsuji and his assistant, Tsujimura, back to the book âThe selfish geneâ.
The organizer of a cultural event is killed in what can only be described as an impossible murder. Though for the two of them, that idea is normal when it comes to cases organized by the sorcerer.
Korekiyo Shinguji eats dirt and then gets hugged by a robot
(Since I just now, like ten minutes ago, created a tumblr for my ao3 fics, Iâm posting the works that Iâm most proud of! I hope Iâm not flooding ur feed..)
Ships: Korekiibo (Korekiyo Shinguji/K1-B0)
Warnings: None..brief character death but they survive in the end!
Word count: 2385
Main tags: Killing game is a VR simulation au, Fluff, Established relationship, Cuddling, Reuniting
Summary:
âI asked for the dreams of him to stop and all he told me was how beautiful my desperation was.â
âYouâve been gone too long, I missed you.â
In the end, the two survive what once seemed to be an inescapable death. What happens when fate defies data and brings a miracle? Fluff. Thatâs what happens.
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There was once a boy who wore an antique pocketwatch on his chest and clean bandages around his arms.
"Humanity is beautiful, is it not?" That is what he said to them.
And yet, he took an interest in them, despite their contrasting ultimates.
Look where that got them.
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Keebo could have sworn they felt tears trickle down their face, but they knew that was just a figment of their imagination.
And just before Kiyo left to be executed, Keebo grabbed at his hand, a useless attempt to put a stop to the inevitable.
Kiyo didn't stop to say goodbye, not even a semblance of decency. He didnât even gaze back to look Keebo in the eye.
But Keebo never let go, either. It was an impossibility, to back down so easily.
They tightened their grip, but Kiyo kept walking.
And then, the bandages on his hand unravelled. Keebo only caught a glimpse of slender fingers and nails painted red before they lost all that mattered.
Keebo watched his execution stone-faced.
Almost in a state of denial, but they did not beg the mastermind to end his execution, they did not look at Monokuma in the slightest.
They clutched long, stringy bandages in their hand. A faded voice in the back of their head hoped it would bring him back.
They walked back to their dorm in silence. Save for their inner voice telling them it would all be okay.
Internally, they wished it was Kiyo telling them that. But they knew that was impossible now.
Their pace quickened, only the crushing sound of metal boots against the hard gravel could be heard in their dome-shaped barrier. All emotions that could be detected as negative stayed within the confines of the end wall, at least for the others.
For Keebo is their own end wall, any emotions perceived as useless or negative were stomped into nothing but a few lines of code, and a reminder that they are not fortunate enough for ignorance. Data doesnât lie, and Keeboâs system does not allow them to lie to themself.
Time ticked on, the only difference being the lack of spark in Keebo's eyes, and the bandages in their pocket.
And then, the killing game ended. Everyone survived, it was a simulation. Once they exited the âgameâ, nobody could find Tsumugi. Maybe that was for the better.
Keebo blinks open their eyes, removing the cold headset from their eyes and rubbing the pixelation out of their vision.
'A simulation.' They think.
Their brain taking in too much information to handle, they choose to reminisce on their positive memories during the killing game.
They think back to Kiyo. Post-execution, they made sure to save his face to their long term memory. As creepy as it sounds, they just didn't want to forget him.
They remember the aching hollow feeling as they walked back to their dorm. They remember the way their classmates looked at them the next morning. They remember the feeling of soft bandages in their cold palm.Â
'None of these memories are positive.'Â But they dwell on them nonetheless, the last few moments they got to see Kiyo.
If anything, remembering these things are just a feeble attempt to prepare themself for what they may encounter when they leave the strange white pod they're in.
'Well,' They push open the door.
'I've got nothing to lose now.'
Steam comes from the crevices of the pure white pod as Keebo finds themself stepping into an impossibly whiter room.
A scream. And a blur. They feel warm arms wrap around their body. They realize that they're no longer wearing that bulky armour, but a normal outfit.
Keebo looks forward to find themself encapsulated in a warm hug. The shaking blob turns out to be Miu.
They hug back, and find that Miu is crying. A rare sight from her.
Keebo and Miu talk for a while. They notice that their once thought to be dead classmates are trickling into the room, exiting their own pods.
Keebo talks to Shuichi. Then Rantaro, then Kokichi, then..
Then...
A cold presence makes itself known in the room. At least to Keebo.
They hear a soft plop as this presence sits down on one of the plastic benches.
Its Korekiyo.
Keebo shuffles over slowly. They resist the urge to sit down next to him, instead choosing to say something first.
"You've been gone too long. I missed you."
Kiyo looks up at them with wide eyes, Keebo is just happy to see them open in the first place.
It seems that he didnt expect them to forgive him at all.
No matter.
Kiyo wordlessly takes a hand to his other, pulling off the bandages snugly wrapped around it.
He looks up at Keebo again. Now it's their turn to be surprised.
He pats the spot next to him on the bench, and Keebo sits down.
He sticks out his arm, Keebo sticks out theirs, clearly confused.
Then Kiyo begins to wrap the dressing around the robot's arm, covering a human-shaped cage filled with wires with a warm fabric that causes a blush to spread across their cheeks.
Kiyo's gaze lingers on their face. Keebo notices that their heat sensors go up when they look at him. He's blushing too.
Keebo smiles. They donât notice the fond look on Kiyoâs face.
âWhy donât we go talk to the others?â They propose.
They stand up from their seat on the bench, reaching out to Kiyo. He takes their hand, and the two walk to find someone to speak with.
Keebo talks to Kaito, Gonta, and then Maki. Kiyo doesnât say much, opting to loom behind them the whole time.
âLike a puppyâ  Is their first thought, though they know that Kiyo would shut it down immediately.
Eventually, the class decides to leave. Kaito assembles a group of people he thinks could protect them should danger present itself.
The only exit is an elevator, it is then that the class realizes that theyâre in a basement.
And when they reach the main floor, they find themselves in the new Hopeâs Peak Academy.
Upon looking through one of their polished windows, the students see the cold moonlight reflecting on the metal picnic tables outside. They see stars twinkle in the sky, shining far brighter than the stars projected on the end wall.
They decide to head to their dorms for the night, as it is clearly getting late.
The only one to disagree is a quick âBut Iâm not even tired!â from Kokichi.
Kiyo sits down on the soft bed, he notices that the room is awfully bland. He must be new to the school, but the same could be said for the others.
He brushes his teeth, unwraps his other arm, and gets in his pyjamas.
And just before he reaches his bed to sleep, he hears three hesitant knocks on his door.
Upon opening his door, Kiyo is met with bright white hair that contrasts the dark hallway perfectly.
He looks down and finds the silicone face of the one heâs grown most passionate about.Â
They appear to be nervous, for some reason. Kiyo watches them tug on the hem of their shirt for a moment. Before he can say something to break the silence, Keebo does it themself.
âUhm.. can I hug you, Kiyo?â Is what they say to him. Their eyes are averted from his own, but Kiyo can still see the way they dart around the doorway.
Kiyo stares at them for a moment, surprised that the question wasnât more obscure just judging by how nervous they are. But it is Keebo, after all.
He smiles underneath his mask, it reaches his eyes and curls them into a look that can only be described as adoration.
He opens his arms as he often did when talking about humanity, only this time he was inviting his partner into an embrace.
He watches as said partner scans over their face, bright blue eyes searching for any sign of hesitation upon his features. When they find none, they flop forwards, leaning all of their weight onto Kiyo.
Kiyo feels as metal arms wrap around his torso, bringing them closer.Â
It is then that he realizes the bright battery indicator that flashes red on the robotâs neck. Seemâs theyâre low battery.
Yeah, very low battery. Theyâre at 8%, actually.
Kiyo chooses to carry them to a charging port, he settles on throwing them over his shoulder, earning a yelp that he does not react to.
They fall flat on the bed, before pulling out a portable charger that they pop somewhere behind their ear.
Kiyo watches as Keebo just.. goes to sleep. Right there.
Kiyo stands in the middle of his own room, unsure what to do.
During the killing game, there were times where Keeboâs hard drive would malfunction, as Miu told them.
Normally they would just be able to pull out information or memories without needing to think much about it, but something went wrong along the way.
Miu said that it was their own way of making sure they didnât forget things.
They would dream.
After shutting off for the night, whether they charged or not, Keeboâs system would look over the information they took in that day.
And every day, Keebo thought of Korekiyo Shinguji.
Typically the dreams were normal. Spins on interactions they had throughout the day, strange creatures appearing in the school, weird magical spin-offs of the killing game. Normal dreams for the average teenager.
That was until the third class trial came to a close.
Even during the day, Keebo would think back on every interaction they ever had with Kiyo. They didnât want to forget him, no matter what.
And at night, those accurate memories would morph into something completely different.
The dreams would rotate, every night a familiar scene would play out, a randomized dream from a short list of them that tormented their mind every night until daybreak.
1) Keebo is buried under a pile of rubble, the school is on fire. Everything is on fire.Â
They find themself praying that Kiyo is okay, despite the fact that they know heâs dead, even in this dream.
Keebo lays back, accepting their fate. That is, before the dome surrounding the school shatters into tiny pieces, digging into the soft plastic of their face. All that Keebo feels is the pitter-patter of raindrops. Â
A gargantuan bandaged hand reaches from the everlasting outer space that consumes them, and the dream ends when the handâs index finger squishes against their torso, and a bright white light blinds them until the sun rises and a new day of the killing game begins.
2) Keebo is in an eternal field, it is springtime.
Subtle flower petals flow in the breeze, some land in Keeboâs hair, but it only frustrates them.
Kiyo is standing in the middle of the field, and that frustration dissipates with the wind as Keebo begins running as fast as their legs will take them to him.
And when they finally reach him, they finally get to ask;
âWhen will the dreams of you stop?â
And Kiyo never responds to their question, only telling them how beautiful their desperation is.
An ear-piercing scream comes from somewhere and nowhere all at once, it comes from neither Kiyo nor Keebo. It comes from the world.
The dream ends.
3) Kiyoâs execution is about to commence, and they grab at that all-too familiar hand with the desperation that their boyfriend once told them was magnificent.
The bandages unravel as they once did in the real world, but Kiyo does not continue his pace.
Instead, he looks back at Keebo. But his face is not fond as it usually was.
His eyebrows are furrowed, and his vibrant yellow eyes stare down at them like dirt, with nothing but hatred.
âHow could you vote for me?â Is all he says.
He walks away. Keeboâs wires twist into a large knot that gets stuck in their throat, rendering them unable to call out, to apologize.
Even when they lost their inner voice, the dreams remained the only constant in that school.
Over time, they began to find comfort in seeing Kiyoâs face, even if at times he looked at them with detestation.
And then the killing game ended, Keebo died hoping that maybeâif death is an eternal sleep, that they would get to stay in those dreams forever.
When they awoke from the simulation, Keebo found themself gifted with more than they could have ever asked for.
Kiyo was alive, and he didnât hate them.
Of course, it was all a dream.
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He looked at them with the tenderness that they barely remembered. And Keebo realized that the malfunction in their hard drive was not the dreams themselves, but the twisted reality that Kiyo was mad at them.
Kiyo chose to shuffle over to Keebo's sleeping form, laying down next to them. He finds himself entirely tense, the most awkward he's been in a while.
But before he can stay in his thoughts for too long, he sees a blur of colour in front of his vision. He realizes that Keebo has latched themself to his torso.
All four of their limbs are wrapped around him, making them appear like a koala.
Kiyo finds himself more nervous than ever.
And now, Keebo is laying down on a soft bed, entirely leeched to the form of the only one they've ever yearned for.
They are, of course, not entirely concious, they are still a robot.
This robot, in their unconcious state, can feel the fabric of Kiyo's pyjamas curled under their fingertips. They hear his (faster than average) heartbeat, and they hear the whirring of their fans dance with the noise in a sign that they're both alive. And that they're both together at last.
If Keebo could sigh in relief, they would right now.
And they both know that tomorrow would bring a confusing day, figuring out how they got here and why they are enrolled as students.
But for now, Keebo feels nothing but their face buried in the cloth of Kiyo's shirt.
And maybe, everything will be okay.
Keebo enters full sleep mode only when they feel Kiyo's arms wrap around them.
