multi.

[kowomaedas]

“ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” // for nora

“ruby, what are you...“

the admission of shock comes first-- and all of the sudden, nora’s on the beach they never got to go to --  horror lapping at her feet instead of water as the city crumbles behind her. 

even if nora’d experienced it once too many times -- with jaune and ren and pyrrha -- the end of the world doesn’t come like she’d expected it to. there’s no time for teary goodbyes or even an opportunity to talk things out, only the coldness of regret and could have beens. just a slow steady crumbling, everything chipping away at her friends and team and -- 

too late.

in the end, no matter how loud she’d yelled, how loud she’d shouted for everything to get away-- she’d just never been enough.

the end of the world never comes as she’d expected it to.

this time, it’s a flame that flickers, so close to being out, burning a candle that’s far too low, trying to grasp at anything to keep it going. nora sees this, immediately. and even if she doesn’t know what’d going on in ruby’s mind, concern flickers first and foremost. 

this time, she refuses to be late.

nora’s hands fall to rest on ruby’s shoulders, a blanket of warmth -- then pulling her in for a hug. 

what are you talking about! you’re everything. you’re bright and cheerful and-- 

( who is she saying this to? )

“you don’t have to know. we can figure things out. together.”

[hoennite]

this is my attempt to branch out !! 

pokemon trainer & former coordinator may.  multicanon – a mix of rse and advanced generation.  selective and 18+ only please.  

[leneemusing]

misc prompts for your feels

“ unique just means alone. ” “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” “ i know i’m a monster, but you look at me like i’m a man. ” “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ” “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ” “ you make me want to live. ” “ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ” “ i trust you with my life. ” “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ” “ your life is far more precious than mine. ” “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” “ i couldn’t say no to you even if i wanted to. ” “ you’re worth more than this. ” “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” “ please, let me help you. ” “ just let me do this for you. ” “ you do have something to live for. you have me. ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you. ” “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” “ please, just hold on a little longer. i can’t lose you too. ” “ this scar..what happened? ” “ if you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. ” “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”  “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” “ when i’m in a crowd i just want to melt away and yet, when i’m alone it’s somehow worse. ” “ loneliness is a poison and i’ve been drinking it for so long, i don’t there there’s an anecdote to save my soul. ” “ i don’t care if the world knows my name, i just want you to remember me. ” “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” “ i love you. i know that’s not enough, but i do. ” “ you’re safe with me, you always will be. ” “ you make me feel safe. like i’m allowed to be anything i want. ” “ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ” “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ” “ just rest, i’m here. ” “ you can stay with me tonight. ”

[kowomaedas]

“ you did all you could do ” // FOR NORA

“What do you mean, I did all I could do?”

hands fist in her own hair, pupils constricted -- 

“Oscar’s gone, Ren’s not talking to me, Jaune’s wallowing in deep self guilt, and Salem’s here, and we’re wanted by the government and --”

spiraling, spiraling -- bent half over and looking unseeing at the ground, her own future narrowing into tunnel vision-- all the negative what ifs pop into her brain, because... she ... she... she had done what? she’d done what,  exactly? mantle was in shambles, the relic was gone, and --?

“aaaaah.”

...

“AAAAAAAAH!”

she shouts, then collapses face down on the ground.

“ruuuuuuby....maybe this is a dream....”

wake up, nora. 

[kowomaedas]

petalsburst​: i hope your aura’s full

         Ruby    BRACES    FOR    IMPACT,    ready    for    PAIN    to    befall    her    in    form   of    affection.     (    She    doesn’t     mind    at     all,    really.    )

                “NORAAAAAAA-”

SLAM. 

they FLY for a little bit, before skidding on the grass. FULL NORA POWER!

“Where have you BEEN? Your sister’s about to fight! You should be in the arena-- ohmygosh WhatIfWe’reLATE -- LETS GO!”

amity arena isn’t that far away, and Nora picks herself up, dragging ruby by the hand -- YAAAH!

[kowomaedas]

petalsburst replied to your post “runs at nora at incredible speeds.”:

WHEN SHE REALIZIES THAT NORA'S COMING AT HER TOO SHE PAUSES AND HOLDS HER ARMS OUT BUT IT'S MORE LIKE AN "OH NO OH NO OH NO" THING

“Ha HA-! Ruuuuuuby ROSE!”

TOO BAD. YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP NORA? NO, BUDDY, YOU’RE GETTING THE FULL NORA EXPERIENCE. Charging into Ruby’s arms with the full force of a battering ram! ( Unless she escapes. )

[kowomaedas]

runs at nora at incredible speeds.

“RUBY!”

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! RUNS TOWARDS AT INCREDIBLE SPEED AS WELL!!!

[kowomaedas]

“ i’m used to it by now. ” (weiss to nora!)

“Sure you are.”

A eyeroll, plopping down on the seat next to the former ice queen with her hands laced behind her head. Leaning back, getting comfortable -- Nora looks up at the ceiling, one hand coming up to gesture above her as she blasts off into a summary. 

“Your dad sorta-kinda worked with Salem, your sister called the Atlas Military on you, Ironwood wants us gone, Salem’s here, Qrow’s off doing who knows what, annnnnd Oscar’s gone. Oh my god. What if he’s dead?”

Hyperventilating a little, hands coming to grip at the sides of her face then dragging her hands down them. Her shoulders sag, but she sighs and perks up soon enough. 

“Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you have to shoulder it by yourself.”

Facing Weiss. 

Nora knows loneliness. She’d always been with Ren, but there’d been things left unsaid between them -- and she’d seen Ren with his own weight, one that Nora couldn’t lift fully off him. It was a curse, to be close as you are, sometimes --

Because you didn’t want to hurt them.., right? Bother them, right? 

I know you have a team, but...

Leaning forward, body turning to face Weiss, as she shifts her position. A gloved hand gently rests on Weiss’s thigh, and Nora’s smile is welcoming, reassuring. 

“You can talk to me about it, Weiss.”

[kowomaedas]

fateforsaked​:

Few songs are able to end on dissonant notes.

Only the most gracious of musicians can craft the most elegant of songs that can end upon an unpleasant sound. And where would one find such a melody? A noise that would leave one unsettled as the curtain closes upon the show. A stark reminder that one cannot escape misery and misfortune even in their favorite stories.

At least, not if they prefer tragedies.

But what note can one play for a story that has no ending? When the heroine rises from the ashes? But she does not pick up a sword. She neither slays a dragon, nor her demons. She does not defy the gods, nor does she overthrow a corrupt ruler and take the throne for herself. There’s neither rising, nor falling action.

The papers are empty, blank, unfilled. Perhaps they wait for an author that has long since passed. Sheet music lays tattered and torn upon the floor. Its composer lost to another time, another place.

Akamatsu, too, feels just as listless. Aimless. She can only roam the walls of this facility. Attempt to search for some semblance of who she is, who she was. The truths weigh upon her heavily. After all, she knows she shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be alive.

Her feet carry her to the pod room, where her life both begins and ends. An indecipherable circle.

“Oh… Amami-kun..!” the pianist exclaims awkwardly, idly fidgeting with her clothes, “Uhm… Yeah. It… does.”

they’d had an arc, amami realizes belatedly. when their song starts again after 5 acts of silence, it doesn’t start softly, gently -- it starts with a crash and a flurry of notes, to accompany the dissonant fake ending they’d left on-- 

how funny. their story had ended, but what was left for them? the music continued on regardless of the curtains that had closed. the orchestra kept playing even as the audience filtered out, and amami felt like a clueless conductor, standing in front of a life he was supposed to dictate when all he had were sheets and papers that were empty, blank, unfilled. 

there’s no dragon here. no sword, no demons. no gods to defy. 

they simply are. stripped of their roles to play.

his smile is a little bit awkward, but as always kind -- a paradox of hidden emotions gilded over with habitual niceness. 

“Haha. A lot happened here. Ouma was here a little while ago. Didn’t say anything, but he left when he saw me coming.” 

rubbing the back of his neck, then looking back at the pods itself. 

“Think it’s his way of coping.”

... looking wistfully, almost, at the room. he doesn’t enter it, hand still on the doorframe-- he shifts to lean against it, instead. 

“... How are you feeling?”

a question, eyes glancing at the pianist’s expression -- but his gaze doesn’t linger -- giving her privacy to her own emotions, to regulate them however she saw fit before he looks back at her face. 

[kowomaedas]

“ i would seriously consider drinking the atlantic whole if only you asked me to ” ( hinata -> komaeda )

sentence prompts.

komaeda looks absolutely traumatized. 

“Hinata-kun. Please don’t.”

to think that someone like hinata-kun would want to ... do something like ... die for him! just how had something like him fooled hinata-kun? even now, he’s taking advantage of his kindness... ah, wait. maybe he was getting it wrong here. typical komaeda. always making assumptions when he should know his place. 

“... I don’t have an inflation kink, but if you did, I guess I wouldn’t be able to judge.”

komaeda takes a very long moment to weigh his morals against his gayness. this is something he doesn’t do very often. 

“But I’d definitely ask you to reconsider. I think that kind of kink only exists in drawn media, Hinata-kun.”

[kowomaedas]

“ i wish you had been my first love ” ( lucius -> hiroko )

sentence prompts.

“Hmmm.”

A hum of acceptance, still looking down at his phone, but his thumb has paused. Pocketing the phone, and scooting closer to Lucius on the couch-- Looks like Lucius wants to reminiscence, today. 

Or...

“Did Igarashi do something? Do I have to punch him?”

Gravely serious, taking one of Lucius’s hands in both of his. If his ex had done something to his now-boyfriend.... Hiroko’s vice in inaction, always preferring to observe than insert himself in trouble-- but Lucius’d make him move mountains. 

“Should I give him a talking to? Give him a shove off a building? Anything you command, your majesty. ”

[kowomaedas]

“ rip this page out and keep it with you ” ( ouma -> amami. i. have no context it just felt fitting somehow )

sentence prompts.

“Is it like a good luck charm?”

Haha. Raised brows are the only sign of whatever emotion he might be feeling beyond that smile of his -- though his smile alone is a little too forced, as he looks down at the sheet of paper that was now in his hands. His expression turns serious soon enough, mulling. 

“Can’t say I’ve ever heard of this kind of custom in my travels. Is it something that you do in your organization then?” 

Playing along, with a half shrug. Ouma-kun was always eccentric-- Amami had yet to discover rhyme and reason to whatever methods Ouma tended to prefer. He’d have to tread a bit lightly. Maybe this was witchcraft, and he’d gotten some sort of idea from Yumeno-san.

[starforgedsteel]

a friend and i have been big-braining about james and oz for a while now and i am full of emotions

[kowomaedas]

“ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have ? ” ( saihara -> komaeda in some sorta ff au like we thonked abt, maybe? )

sentence prompts.

"Hm... I don’t think I ever get nostalgic for it, per se.”

finger to his chin, as he deeply considers saihara’s words -- he gradually pauses in his steps to give it a proper answer, before looking up. an apologetic smile is given-- ah, he’d held you up, saihara-kun. 

nostalgia for something that never could be -- it could never happen for him. he simply lives with what he is given. he simply walks the road in front of him, with all of its sharp turns and dips -- all his choices, in the end, lead towards a singular final destination, and all he could do is try to make sure the journey he takes leaves him unscathed. his luck took care of everything. komaeda lives his life between extremes -- between the skies and the deepest parts of the sea. he has kneeled in the face of starlight, cried as he’d tasted its scorching heat -- and cried out as he’d drowned in the mud of the deepest valleys of the ocean, face downwards--

“What makes you ask, Saihara-kun? Aha, you really shouldn’t be interested in someone like me. It’s not as if I have a very interesting talent or a meaningful life. I can’t imagine being nostalgic for something I never was.”

[kowomaedas]

“ my story has never been your story ” ( catra -> shadow weaver )

sentence prompts.

silence, not many know -- can be a weapon. to deprive the enemy of information, of pleasure-- a careful sort of psychological warfare, to slowly weave shadows into one’s mind... to make someone desperate from the lack of something, of power, of light. light spinner knows very well how to obtain power, and the dark side of its many moons. 

catra, dearest catra. do you not see the road that you walk? shadow weaver’s expression is hidden, but the slits of of her cracked mask where her eyes lay give no twitch through out catra’s words. what a child, catra was. catra, you have already failed.your road is one of self destruction.

“And yet... you seem to be struggling.”

she knows the patterns, the rise and fall. lord hordak was relentless in his mission, and people were simply disposable. even if her own hands are tied, she carefully spins a web with words, but oh catra. don’t trust them. had shadow weaver ever known anything else but herself?

“Why do you visit me so much, Catra? You have tied me, stripped me of my magic.”

let your prey come to you. never approach first. 

oh catra. did you not know? when the weak seek power -- the world would only give them their demise.

[kowomaedas]

“ now you must learn what it means for you to live ” (kirigiri to komaeda!)

sentence prompts.

“Ahaha-”

wild laughter, keening, as an empty smile splits his face -- his gaze spirals, but oh, kirigiri. his mind is clearer than ever. do you think he doesn’t do this of his own volition? do you think that maybe, he is like his classmates? oh, he could never. sowing despair for the purpose of hope -- all he was able to do was cut off an arm! not that he’d done it for any greater purpose, like tsumiki-san or kuzuryuu-kun had no doubt done, he’d just... he’d just...

( needed it to fill this utter sense of loss. )

“Kirigiri-san... I know I look utterly decimated, but I am breathing.”

his hand-- no, his arm, but not his hand-- cheerfully attempts to gesture at the monokuma riddled warzone, at the dead-- only to be stopped by the restraints he’d found himself in.

another battle, another massacre, another country plundered and gone. komaeda’d seen countless bodies before. the mountain of bodies in front of him means nothing to him. another accident, another trip and fall, another butterfly effect in a cut off cycle -- despair was everywhere. this long period would have  an end, some time-- but until then...

“Is it time?”

and he almost seems sane, peering up into violet eyes, and he tries to stand, just to fall back down. he laughs.

“Am I the first one to be captured? Hm... Compared to the rest, I’m nothing, you know. Though I guess my luck is dangerous... So I’d advise you to be careful.”

[kowomaedas]

“ my story has never been your story. ” (tsumugi to amami!)

sentence prompts.

that so. 

the quiet hum of the electronics are too loud in his ears -- he closes his eyes with a smile. his back does not slump out of the way he’d straightened it when he’d heard footsteps approach. when he opens his eyes again, they are looking at the machines they had waken out of. 

“Haha. Could imagine so.”

the words float out distantly, and he is not here. when he turns his gaze back to the cosplayer -- the mastermind -- they are unreadably pleasant. what a curse it is, to know yourself at the same time not -- to have your sense of self constructed from implanted memories and the actions of a past you that you didn’t know. the tightness around the corners of his smile, the way he tilts his head to the side, then shakes his bangs out before looking at the pods again... his hands grip his arms too tight, and he has to force them out of the cross.   

“Think our roles were fundamentally different.”

is role had been to be used. all danganronpa characters tended to have that in common, didn’t they? shirogane, however...

“Not sure how to feel about you.”

do you still like danganronpa? he almost asks, but the question sticks in his throat, and his mind already supplies the answer. green eyes turn to tsumugi in silence, then he asks a different question.

“... We haven’t been let out of this facility yet. Not sure what the truth is. Why did you agree to all this?”