sto·i·cism

ˈstōəˌsizəm/ the endurance of pain or hardship without a display of feelings and without complaint.

[drshippings]

[c01a]

Bunnygiri 🐰

[cosmiccolours-art]

Happy Birthday ~!!

[mamenoco]

[jivke]

the rose in vitro

[kyokoicism]

I’m gonna be on Ann for the rest of the night, I think. I need to get caught up over there.

[kyokoicism]

❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞

“Isn’t that why it is called pain-ting?”

Deadpan delivery helped make the joke... or such was the hope, at any rate.

[jivke]

gave kirigiri an alt outfit ;o

[azolitmin]

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[kyokoicism]

pinnacleofexcellence‌ :

He would be lying if the idea of teaming up wasn’t appealing to the heir, the last trial involving Oogami clearly shook his resolve on decimating every one of them if it meant for him to survive. He had examined the situation several times, trying to find every little detail or hint that gave out the mastermind’s plan or identity, but he had gotten no results whatsoever. He was not surprised she was investigating as well, but clearly shocked at the mention of a Master Key: eyes widened, losing any hint of coldness for utter surprise and joy, an expression he was aware of seconds later, which he changed for the sake of keeping the upcoming plan (and his feelings) hidden.

He listened to every detail and, following her silent instruction from before, the male spoke. “My assistance, huh?” He asked back, arms folding over his chest like usual as he avoided looking up to the cameras to ensure they didn’t look too suspicious. The mastermind could either record or rewatch the videos if they need to.

Eyes trailed away from her, not out of annoyance but of embarrassment. It was the first time he was taking orders from someone and, despite their debates before, he could accept being an underling if it was someone as capable as her. “…I suppose I will do as you say.”  

The stakes were high since the beginning, but the dwindling numbers have only raised them--and the realization that she was likely to be the Mastermind’s target due to the talent she was beginning to grasp the identity of brought it all to a head. She was the biggest singular threat to the demented killing game’s continued existence, so her days were numbered unless she acted fast. There wasn’t the time to properly plan a strategy, so luck would need to play an uncomfortably large role in things.. and such meant needing to control as much as she could, even if it was a far lesser percentage than would be ideal. Every little advantage was essential and, as it turned out?

He was willing to become one of them.

“Thank you.”

Her gratitude was genuine, albeit barely present with as soft as her tone was--she was just as cognizant of the possibility of being recorded as he was. She had made a point of the camera being pointed at the back of her head so that only half of the conversation was visible. And even then, the SHSL Heir was clever enough to obscure his mouth with his hand to further shield the contents of their talk. The faintest of nods.

“I will give you the needed information when I have the chance.”

[kyokoicism]

❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞

…what an oddly romantic sentiment for Gundham to be saying to her, though she doubted he meant it as any sort of overture. While she had the inkling that he at least liked her enough to tolerate her, she held no illusions about that like going much further beyond being acquaintances–and if it did, then it just barely toed the line between that and friendship. But then again, perhaps his affection had grown to the degree where he did consider her a friend. There was a mutual respect there, after all, and he had given her the gloves she currently wore. A moment’s consideration and she could only come to one conclusion that made any sense.

Was he trying to cheer her up?

“…if you go off of the Big Bang Theory, then there is nothing that exists that isn’t born of stars in literal fashion. The cosmos connects us all, when you put it like that.”

A faint smile.

[kyokoicism]

❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞

“…I disagree.”

A subtle sadness revealed itself in her tone, in the deeps of violet eyes as the SHSL Detective’s mind recalled all of the death she had seen, both in regards to the killing games and the cases she has worked. While silence was an inevitable part of any given demise--an uncomfortable and haunting one--that wasn’t what haunted Kirigiri on nights that three o’clock in the morning seemed to last forever. No, what stuck with her were Leon’s screams as he was dragged to his demise, Mondo’s resignation to his fate, Celestia’s facade cracking to reveal the terrified girl that could no longer lie to herself...

Sakura’s serenity in sacrificing herself to bring those that remained together to best Junko.

Her breathing became measured moreso than normal, the detective forcing the rush of emotions she felt down and away and back behind the barriers she had erected with such care to be able to focus upon her logic. She could trust the SHSL Gamer, she knew, but she refused to burden Nanami with that particular weight. The brunette was like Atlas as it was, shouldering the weight of the world without a single word of complaint. Kyoko could shoulder her own burden.

“However, I also know how subjective something like that is--so if such is how you feel, then I can understand where you are coming from.” 

[kyokoicism]

Do you feel any guilt for sending so many of your classmates to their executions?

Silence.

The detective’s gaze averted itself immediately as the mental barriers she kept erected at every waking hour of every day shuddered at the weight of what threatened to break free. If she stuck solely to logic, then her classmates that had been executed had done so as a direct consequence to committing the most heinous of crimes... and not only that, but her assistance in solving the cases had saved the lives of those that had stood strong against the insanity of Junko Enoshima’s twisted game of killing. While the circumstances had differed greatly from case to case, each of the Blackened had the choice to not murder someone... and they all had gone the other way. It was as Celestia said during Leon Kuwata’s trial; he didn’t have to go get his toolkit to break in and murder Sayaka, but he had anyway. His free will hadn’t been compromised, and nor has anyone else’s.

...but unfortunately, even if logic said otherwise? Her emotions didn’t come to heel this time.

Even if their memories had all been wiped--hers moreso than the others, admittedly--the subconscious bonds that had been formed with all of her classmates had been left behind. Whether that was a cruel trick on Junko’s part to further induce despair or a simple accident, the thought of all those she had lost still hurt like an open wound. No, not just an open wound... but like her hands had suffered the chemical burn that marred them for the rest of her life, a bone-deep ache that throbbed if she allowed her mind to linger upon it.

Even if not doggedly pursuing the truth had saved lives, it had also ended others.

Perhaps it was rude not to answer aloud, but the way she turned on her heel and strode away a bit faster than she ought was likely all the more explanation that could possibly be needed. She needed privacy, somewhere she could release all of the pressure in her mind to be able to function again... and damned if she was going to allow the sight of her facade giving way cause anyone despair, not when she had sacrificed so much in the name of hope.

[rpmemesandasks]

Reblog this if your muse has pretty eyes.

[kyokoicism]

the-taboo-king replied to your post: I suddenly have a Mighty Need™ to do threads with...

[Gundham has scars all up his arm and he is ashamed of a lot of them so I can see it being a thing they can relate about.]

Yeeeeees.

[lexyim]

め麺と

[kiboumukou]

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[kyokoicism]

kiboumukou replied to your post: I suddenly have a Mighty Need™ to do threads with...

hear me out: post dr2, Hinata and Kirigiri getting closer. He feels a bit uncomfortable with his odd eyes, so they can exchange intimacy ;)

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