Run by Mod Nekomatsu ~ April 12th - April 18th ~ Any media accepted! ~ Please, for the love of Atua, don't include G/nta in your entries. He is a discomfort for me. ~ Happy creating!
What's up, bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes? Welcome to KiiNaga Week 2022! Here you can just let loose and post some cute stuff for a ship I'm totally normal about! (Lying about "normal")
Here are the prompts if you're a screen reader, stuck in the gradient zone, or whatever!
Day 1: Cheer/Calm
Day 2: Soft/AU
Day 3: Sweets/Flowers
Day 4: Rainbow/Cyberpunk
Day 5: Talentswap/Dreams
Day 6: Neon/Serene
Day 7: Inspired/Crystals
Here's the rules!
I posted this early so you'd have time, but I'll still accept your entry even if it's late!
Any form of media is accepted! Writing, drawing, whatever!
These prompts were made with fluff in mind, but angst is fine too! Just don't get too gory if you write any.
Keep G/nta out if you have background characters. He's a discomfort character for me.
You don't have to adhere completely to the prompts! They're just prompts, after all!
You can reblog this, but do specify if you're participating or just giving a promo!
Tag me in submissions for this, and make sure you tag them with #KiiNagaWeek2022, #KiiNaga Week 2022, and/or #⚙️KiiNagaWeek2022🎨!
"Yes, that's right..." Kiibo said coldly. The other students cowered in fear as Kiibo strode over to Monokuma's throne and picked up Monokuma. "The Mastermind you had sought all along..."
"Was us!" Angie finished off, joining Kiibo. The two linked hands, intertwining their fingers and sealing their confirmations of a twisted criminal love. "Angie bets you're all wondering why, yes? Well, the answer is a rather simple, predictable one. Because it was Atua's will!"
"What?!" Kokichi cried out angrily, tears beginning to flood his eyes. These two people, who always seemed so bubbly and cheerful... had been the ones behind it all...? The same people that took the girl he loved away from him? "Are you fucking kidding me?! All of this for some stupid god?! Really?! You two psychos killed people!"
"Yes, Ouma-Kun. All part of the plan," Kiibo confirmed with a bitter edge to his voice. Uncaring. Cold. Callous. "And now that there are three of you left, you must vote someone out for the Ultimate Punishment, as per the rules. Go on, we'll give you ten minutes to decide."
"This is plain cruel...!" Tsumugi jeered, looking at her two remaining classmates, save for the mastermind duo. Either Kokichi, Miu, or herself... One of them was going to die, and it was plain to see that she was the most useless of the three, in her eyes. Then again, Kokichi was the most disliked. Maybe they could vote him out together? "Miu, you're invaluable to Kiibo... And I could help Angie and Kiibo make plain outfits... So we both have use! Therefore, it should be Ouma who dies!"
She felt sick to her stomach hearing herself say it. She didn't want him to die. She didn't want anyone to die. But if not him, it could just as easily be her.
"What?! Me?!" Kokichi gasped angrily. He wasn't ready to die, either. He wanted to kill the masterminds. That was always his plan. It never wasn't his plan. And Miu could help, Tsumugi couldn't. "Says the plain jane with no use beyond sewing like a goddamn weaboo housewife! Assuming you could ever sucker some poor sap into marrying you, that is!"
"Would both of you just shut the fuck up?!" Miu screamed over her two arguing former friends. "Look, one of us has gotta go, yeah? And Mugi, sorry, but Kokichi's right. You're fuckin' useless as far as talent goes. So... sorry."
"Atua has just about heard enough of this incessant bickering!" Angie interrupted. "Well, then! Place your votes! Atua demands a show, and it is about time we give Him one! Nyahahahaha~! Praise Atua!"
Tsumugi began to cry as all three voted. Tsumugi voted for Kokichi, but Miu and Kokichi voted out Tsumugi, as expected. However, none of them could have suspected that they would all be dragged away to individual executions. Meanwhile, Kiibo glared at his three former "friends", momentarily wondering how he was going to get a new inventor or mechanic to do his repairs when he needed them. Then again, as a Danganronpa show host, he could afford any mechanic work he needed done and then some.
"So what do you think?" Kiibo asked his girlfriend. He must admit, she looked rather beautiful in her black and white garb and with her true red eyes glowing in the darkness as the lights of the school fell dark. The game was over, the mastermind duo were the victors. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Nyahahahaha~! So despair-inducing!" Angie chirped. She held up a bloodstained knife to Kiibo, insinuating the next phase of their plan was time to commence. "And now, we must give Atua His final show..."
Sunlight streamed in through the windows, pouring into the room like a pool of honey-colored mist. Dust particles could be seen floating around in the exposed sunny air, almost as though they were frozen in stagnant time, and yet eager to get away. The relaxing air in the room spread all throughout every fiber of his body, or really, through every bolt and screw, and filled his soul with comfort. Contentment. As if nothing could break his comfort right now.
The metallic humanoid let his gaze travel from the window where the white curtains streamed down in ribbons, to... the small girl sleeping on his chest. Her white hair reflecting the morning sun perfectly, as her skin seemed to glow in the light. Kiibo felt a little pang of affection in his chest for the girl as she pressed her cheek against him, her breaths even and deep.
Kiibo pressed his metal hand against her back, marveling at the way she was draped against him. She was clearly comfortable, and so he wouldn't wake her. Rather, he would hold her until she woke up on her own. Angie... was always so cheerful and upbeat, but... had he ever seen her face truly relaxed like this? She was always awake late into the night and awake early in the morning, after all. Could this be... the face she makes when she's sincere?
It had been about three months since the two had taken their summer vacation to Angie's native island. All her family members were thrilled to meet their daughter's husband after so long. Well, husband in practice, anyway, although they had not yet taken lawful vows. But they would soon enough. Until then, they would be merely promised to one another.
Kiibo let his eyes trail around the room, at all the artifacts decorating the shelves and walls. There were photos of his future wife as a child on the shelves, along with memorabilia. Her first belly button ring, for example, as the more piercings one had, the higher their rank. There was also her first lost tooth, her first drawing, her baby blanket, and many other things.
Smiling, Kiibo wondered what it would be like to... have a childhood. Maybe it was a weird thing to crave, but he had never experienced one of his own. The ability to grow and develop and thrive as a human child does... And being able to be given care instead of the other way around... That really did sound like a blessing he would never get to experience.
But then again... Angie was an excellent caretaker. She took care of everyone in the name of Atua. So... it felt great to be able to take care of her like this, in turn.
A soft mutter resounded through the room as Kiibo's eyes widened. He looked down, and to his surprise, he saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes gazing back at him. When she saw his concern, she perked up and closed her eyes with her usual bright smile. And of course, her usual laugh followed.
"Nyahahahaha~!" Angie chirped cheerily, sitting up quickly and stretching her arms out. The entire time, she never let her face fall at all. Not even once. "Well, then! Time for another day of spreading Atua's will! Come on, Kiibo! Atua bids you join Angie!"
Kiibo chuckled and shook his head fondly. He may not have had a childhood like Angie had, but he had something better. He had Angie, herself. And that was enough for him. Time to get ready to start another day.
We are ever drawing closer to the official beginning of KiiNaga week, ladies and gentlemen! Just two more days until I'll start reblogging your submissions! Don't feel rushed, though!
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