Welcome To The Black Parade

We're Izurus, We feel boredom most of the time, Love Komaedas, Hajimes, Chiakis, Makotos and Matsudas. Share things like eyeliners and hairbrushes. There is one Matsuda taking care of us and two lost Hajimes. We are married to @hivemaeda.

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are you a hive mind?

We're like if the Borg started arguing about whose turn it was to dress up the Komaeda nendoroid in handmade outfits and then Hajime walked in and fell flat on his face.

[catasters]

[idratherhavefreedom]

[izurunity]

I think I should get to be a blackly coruscating void and only manifest physical parts as and when necessary to caress Nagito Komaeda with.

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As long as you don't turn into a black hole

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More like Princess Luna's mane if it was independently mobile and stealth-shared her sandwiches.

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I think I should get to be a blackly coruscating void and only manifest physical parts as and when necessary to caress Nagito Komaeda with.

[izurunity]

As long as you don't turn into a black hole

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I think I should get to be a blackly coruscating void and only manifest physical parts as and when necessary to caress Nagito Komaeda with.

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Oh, to be the perihelion to someone's rogue construct.

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Kisses you on the forehead. over the feed

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Oh, to be the perihelion to someone's rogue construct.

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Nagito Komaeda. Yes, you. These are orders from an Ultimate Hope. You will listen.

Your continued existence is desirable.

Therefore, such activities as drinking water and taking prescribed medication are necessary.

You will do this for hope, which in this case is personified by a tangle of red-eyed eldritch hair beasts and one Hajime, but Makoto Naegi would also agree.

Now receive our inhumanly intense, unwavering love.

Very good.

[izurunity]

"I was, um--"

"Ask your question."

Makoto swallowed. The interruption to hurry him had actually derailed the cool, succinct phrasing he'd been working on, in order not to tax Izuru's patience. Now he was just flustered. "So with your fashion talents, um, you must have to keep up to date, right? Assuming they're not just frozen in time from the moment you got created, cuz that didn't sound very ultimate."

"Fashion, technology and many more of my information-based talents require upkeep, yes. Fifteen minutes of reading and posting in the morning usually suffices."

"Oh, cool... posting?"

"I do not merely follow fashion. That would not be an impressive talent."

"You post fashion pictures???" Why had he not known this important, nay, vital news before?

"Of course. Trends require tending and pruning in order to have the best chance of providing interest."

"...can I see them?"

Izuru regarded him for a moment, then picked him up and tucked him under an arm.

"Wha--?!"

"Come. Since you have expressed interest, you may serve as focus for Dressmaker, Aesthetician and Gothic Lolita. Perhaps your appallingly untrained luck will even occasion non-boring replies in the comments."

Makoto grabbed his phone before it could fall out of his pocket. Come 2 new building 3rd flor studio QUICK, he texted.

On my way, Celeste replied, followed by I expect this to be worth my time unless you want to be demoted to B-rank.

Makoto didn't think that would be an issue. This conversation definitely hadn't gone how he'd planned - he was hoping he could persuade Izuru into something specific using talents as a justification - but hanging out with him was a good outcome too. And Celeste would enjoy it.

Wait, when had he risen above rank C, anyway...?

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Makoto worked up the courage. (All the frills helped. He actually did feel pretty.)

"Doctor Matsuda, why are you here?"

"Ungrateful." Matsuda's petticoats rustled. He slurped tea at Makoto.

Celeste sipped hers daintily.

"I -- for what?"

"Slaved over those macarons for hours."

"You made these?" Makoto looked awedly down at the half-depleted plate. "They're amazing! I thought Izuru must have made them! Thank you!"

Izuru tossed a green one into the air, caught and balanced it on his nose, then flipped it into his mouth. "Bad," Doctor Matsuda admonished him. Izuru ignored it.

"What a charming gathering," said Celeste, stirring, pinky outstretched. "We really must do this more often."

"It gives mother something to do outside the lab," Izuru remarked.

"Other than regret your existence," Doctor Matsuda fired back.

"Well, that's good!" Makoto beamed at Izuru. All that black lace over dramatic red fabric was making him feel some kind of way. Something about a cute boy in ruffles and white silk stockings...

"And a reason to shower."

"Shut your backsassing mouth!"

Celeste watched the doctor trying to tug at Izuru's ringlets and sipped her tea once more. If Makoto wasn't mistaken, she seemed to find his bad temper really entertaining.

"These really are great!" he said loudly, taking three macarons at once in the hope of distracting someone from their one-sided, futile slap fight.

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"I was, um--"

"Ask your question."

Makoto swallowed. The interruption to hurry him had actually derailed the cool, succinct phrasing he'd been working on, in order not to tax Izuru's patience. Now he was just flustered. "So with your fashion talents, um, you must have to keep up to date, right? Assuming they're not just frozen in time from the moment you got created, cuz that didn't sound very ultimate."

"Fashion, technology and many more of my information-based talents require upkeep, yes. Fifteen minutes of reading and posting in the morning usually suffices."

"Oh, cool... posting?"

"I do not merely follow fashion. That would not be an impressive talent."

"You post fashion pictures???" Why had he not known this important, nay, vital news before?

"Of course. Trends require tending and pruning in order to have the best chance of providing interest."

"...can I see them?"

Izuru regarded him for a moment, then picked him up and tucked him under an arm.

"Wha--?!"

"Come. Since you have expressed interest, you may serve as focus for Dressmaker, Aesthetician and Gothic Lolita. Perhaps your appallingly untrained luck will even occasion non-boring replies in the comments."

Makoto grabbed his phone before it could fall out of his pocket. Come 2 new building 3rd flor studio QUICK, he texted.

On my way, Celeste replied, followed by I expect this to be worth my time unless you want to be demoted to B-rank.

Makoto didn't think that would be an issue. This conversation definitely hadn't gone how he'd planned - he was hoping he could persuade Izuru into something specific using talents as a justification - but hanging out with him was a good outcome too. And Celeste would enjoy it.

Wait, when had he risen above rank C, anyway...?

[triptihosmrti]

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Alright. I've hidden easter eggs all over the place Go get em

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I told Nagito he is the cleanest, prettiest maiden. He coughed and had to go away for a short time.

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The canon according to Matsuda and Fluffzuru

DR THH: Don't Respect These Horny Hotshots SDR 2: Still Don't Respect you 2wits DRAE UDG: Don't Respect Anyone Entangled in her Ursine Dualism Gimmick DR 2.5: Darling. Revere. 2.5 out of 2. DR 3: Does anyone else find it odd that they never Released a 3rd installment? oh well DR V3: Don't Respect Latin Integer Illiterates. Ick

[izurunity]

s i g h which radiator...?

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He dodged. The little cretin actually dodged the bolt cutters.

"There's no need to damage--"

Matsuda lunged again.

"--beautiful bracelet Izuru was wonderful enough to bestow on--"

Komaeda kept fending him off.

"--can't remember the last time someone gave me a gift!--"

He threw down the cutters, sick of this bullcrap. (Matsuda woke up every noon already sick of the day's bullcrap and was very seldom proven wrong.)

"That's it. I'm'a get the sedatives."

"Matsuda-kun is too kind, really. That's not necessary," beamed Komaeda, surreptitiously trying to kick the bolt cutters further away.

"The hell it isn't. Kamukura kept insisting he doesn't have the key." In that particular toneless of voice that meant he was being pedantic about it.

"Oh, he doesn't," said Komaeda.

Matsuda paused.

Paused...

He felt a vein start itching.

"YOU'VE HAD THE GODSDAMN KEY THIS WHOLE TIME?"

"Izuru is such a thoughtful captor," said Komaeda, his eyes turning misty.

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s i g h which radiator...?

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Me: Mother, I want Komaeda.

Mother: We've got Komaeda at home.

Me: Yes, chained to the radiator.

Mother: What?

Me: What?

Mother: WHAT?