i wanna be free.

ind. sel. multimuse // loved by mori

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update!

sorry im a bit inactive atm but im in an rp event atm !! ill try to be more active but please dont rush me ! ;w;

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“ i hope my tiger cub kakigori is okay ... he is my familiar and i give him the best pets and even got him a nicer pet bed... he always plays around with my old cape so that’s his for now. ”

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gutaikibou​:

the idea of being quiet was far from the normality of nagito,  his usual spiels often passing his lips before he could even process what he was saying.  his mouth had always worked faster than his brain.  for once,  however,  he was almost silent as the other tinkered with his hand,  a hand he would never be able to feel,  but would always be able to hope he would.

he finally looks up from his lap,  his gaze fixated on the workings of the mechanic as he leaned in to get a better look.  he’d hoped his face was not so red,  but he still felt his blood heat up his typically frozen skin.  his expression was almost upset,  eyes always glazed over with the same nearly - teary looking layer,  focusing hard on the task the other was working on,  finding himself focusing on the way calloused hands moved across the appendage.

regret and joy both clogged his mind,  the hatred of himself for what he did and the happiness that it has brought him a friend both co - existing in his head.  he finally bit the bullet and looked back up at the other,  smiling and offering a tilt of his head as he continued to speak,  breaking the silence that was ringing in his mind.

          “  that’s good  .  i wouldn’t want to electrocute myself like you said  ,  that would be something that would happen to me  ,  wouldn’t it be  ?  not that it wouldn’t make perfect sense either  .  it would be almost reasonable  !  ”

mechanical work was like art - well it was but it wasn’t classified under the same umbrella as something like sculpting or painting but still kazuichi valued the talent he earned through it all ; all the hardships of living in the worst situation and such did humble him a bit and even moreso once he left the simulation as he finally put his skills to work more helping others.

“ hey hey now ... i’m gonna make sure you don’t get hurt on my watch, especially with your own arm. trust me these wires ?? proven to the best of the best for this sort of stuff. ” he commented as he finally fixed the wire up, closing the panel before lightly patting it... making sure it was secure as his hand made its way around komaeda’s forearm to at least see it was secure.

... but ... this felt a bit different from the usual ; it felt a bit unique this feeling of helping him alone and with something so close with utmost care, even cleaning the insides and giving him better parts than before, but he shoved it aside as he cleared his throat.

“ ah - !! well that seems good, but if you need to move it around to see for yourself, i don’t mind ... !! ” soda commented, clearing his throat as he put aside the spare wires as he eyed the other a bit ... it was good how at least he’s doing alright now, right ??

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tbh this is a weirdass hc but i think that soda had like severe comphet bc “ im a guy ! im suppose to like girls now right ? ” and like he sorta clung onto sonia a bit too much bc that and i like to think post-game he let go that obsession and like learned to deal with his emotions and his need to be validated better ? like ... he is still unsure what he is really but he probably is slowly realizing he’s not straight and like pan !!

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gutaikibou​:

nagito could never quite explain the feeling of finally having someone there following the years that dragged behind him,  empty and unchangingly weighed down by the impending knowledge of his illness.  he was lucky  -  if being so was a curse.

to go from years of isolation,  from being talked over and forever in the shadow of your peers,  to being with someone he could call a friend almost daily was like taking the first breath at the surface after nearly drowning.  his life was nothing short of disastrous, an array of tragedies lining up to kick someone who was already down.  kazuichi was the blessing in disguise he’d never realized he needed.

nagito’s hand wasn’t his own.  he was aware of this,  far more now than ever as he watched the other hold onto his masterpiece gingerly,  aiding all error with gifted hands.  the tinge of emotion he felt in his spine was unidentifiable,  something akin to an ache,  just underneath the surface and enough to make him wonder.

          “  that’s fine  -  I really can’t thank you enough for everything you do  ,  you know  .  your work is truly extraordinary  …  ”

the words stop before he can get them all out,  his spiel that he had planned in his head goes blank.  the whiteboard has been erased.  it’s then that he realized exactly what the feeling was,  his words tumbling and finding themselves weighted in his stomach.

longing.

the back of his opposite hand moves to his face,  pressing itself against his cheek and feeling the warmth already begin to spread.  he’s envious of his own prosthetic,  an idea that so vividly disgusts him.  he fears what he already recognizes,  and the idea of such thoughts towards someone who was simply offering him a service rattled him to the core.

          “  that’s ok  .  ”

for once,  he has little to say,  and as he removes his hand from his face,  he drops his gaze into his lap,  sure to avoid anything the other is doing.  it’s simply a service,  nothing more or less.

it was a long journey from the start of the new future to finally seeing all his friends come back from their long slumbers, hell even hiyoko who always berated him was a welcome sight despite it all as at least that confirmed everyone was safe and well.

maybe ... he did held onto others a bit longer when the welcome back hugs were passed, but he tucked it away in the back of his mind, daring not to think of it as he pulled out the can from the box as he eyed the other, trying to reassure to him for the moment ;

“ ehh ?? oh it’s no problem !! i just wanted to put my skills to a good use and well you needed it a lot so ... here we are !! and you took really good care of it for me not to check up on it on the weekly !! ” soda reassured as he finally got a hold of the arm, aiming the can’s nozzle away from the both of them as quick gusts of air cleaned out the inside, before it looked a bit cleaner than before, but now was time to replace the frayed wire.

“ okaaaaaaaaaay well this should be the easiest bit !! just after this newer better wire i got online, should last for like YEARS !! ” he chirped as he got to work, careful to mind the space between them but ... wait was komaeda ... no maybe it was just the lighting... !!

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tbh i like to think pre-game himiko is just an average run of the mill gal who just has a fixation on her special interest and wanted to live it out via becoming a mage/magician and hence why despite it all she still held onto the fact that magic is real because she has a strong feeling to it ( special interest , one might say ) …

so tbh i like to think pregame himiko is just the same as normal himiko personality wise but she had a coat of paint on herself to be more whimsical and i like to think she just sort of expected to die in the first chapter because “ im just a normal girl . i don’t think i can go far … ”

idk im slapping on meat on the story bones…..

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btw here’s me personal monomi redesign bc IDK..... I LIKE IT.......

[strawbebii]

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chooscrs​:

“ THAT’S  SO  COLD  OF  YOU  TO  SAY !      Here I thought you were a good and nice little sister.    I guess this means I’ll just have to make my own rabbit stew …    Know where I could find a rabbit ? ”

“ did you forget ?? we’re both made out of machinery and cotton !! m-maybe you should opt for some tender ?! AND - and NO kid’s meal or even an onion ring !! if i see a spare one in your meal ... i ... am... ”

“ GOING ... TO EAT IT !!! ”

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i wanna draw monomi but in my style and dw all will stay the same but ...

THE DIAPER IS KINDA ANNOYING ME SO LMAO-

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chooscrs​:

“ HOW  THOUGHTFUL  OF  YOU  TO  ASK !      I’d like a grilled salmon fillet,  and maybe some rabbit stew if they’ve got any. ”

“ GW- WAH WAH WAH ?! NO !! this offer is only for the STUDENTS !! ”

“ you’re really trying to mooch off my good will here, you ... SMELLY BROTHER !! ”

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having to readjust to life following the neo - world program was nothing short of grueling,  a task that  (  for nagito  )  seemed like karma for their actions during the tragedy.

he was grateful,  of course,  but could never really shake the feelings that clung to him  -  the feelings of pure disappointment that he felt in himself for falling prey to such wretchedness.  the ones he once felt inferior to provided the most help in rehabilitation,  as seeing such bright individuals struggle with the same knowledge made him feel far less alone.  among these individuals,  people he’d now even consider friends,  was one kazuichi souda. 

they’d become closer during their rehabilitation,  offered by the future foundation as a way to bring the remnants to a state of stability after the program hack.  with nagito’s amputation,  the adjustment proved to be even more difficult,  and when the doctors suggested a prosthetic,  he knew who he wanted to go to.

keeping up with such a thing was a task in itself,  and he was more than just lucky to know someone who was well  -  versed in the task.  it started with the formation of the prosthetic,  simple but effective,  and as it progressed past monthly check - ins to daily visits,  much more came to be.

          “  I think I might have clipped a wire somehow  -  just my luck  ,  huh  ?  ”

the question of if nagito’s prosthetic was actually malfunctioning or if it was just an excuse to visit the other was always valid.  he held his hand out with a smile,  almost bashful,  allowing for closer inspection.  in truth,  the answer to the question was that this time,  there actually was an error. 

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life after all that stress ; the looming dread that hanged over all their heads in that last trial room as the virus that started it all murmured her last words left all of them with a newfound peace of mind and finally, their old friends and accomplices made it out and ... even komaeda made it safely.

at first, the poor mechanic was deathly afraid of him, his skin prickling with fear each time he was around and even more so when he started going on his ramblings back in the program, but soon he had to let those fears settle down to something less extreme. after all, he did help with his new prosthetic.

yes ... that piece of machinery did sever all the attachment he had physically with HER ... it was a relief how they both were freed from such a horrid grip from someone like that and it was time to start anew once all was said and done and so far ...

it was pretty good ; he made friends with someone who he was so afraid of before and they seem to be on pretty great terms.

“ aw man, a clipped wire ain’t good at all- like y’know if you had it longer you can risk like some serious shocks . hang on lemme ...” he carefully held onto the prosthetic, eyeing where any possible damage was done externally before he used a free hand to pull out a tool box, luckily quite close by as he eyed nagito, opening up the panel as he inspected further.

“ alriiiiiiiiiiight well luckily it’s just that one wire - still you should clean the inside of this so ... first of all gotta bust out the old reliable air can for this. you good with that ?? ”

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WHERE DOES YOUR POWER LIE

the blood

oh it courses through you. your power is never outside of your periphery. it is always there, rushing and freezing and boiling. your strength is in how well you know yourself, and your abilities. you are acutely aware of your energy, and what bleeds you.

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himiko dealing w two kokichis -

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“…H-…Hi?”

Curiously, the robotic girl surveys the area. She could swear she felt some presence around, yet it wasn’t entirely clear who it was. She gotten herself into Hope’s Peak due to her and her sister’s mutual curiosity over the death of Satoshi Sakai, the former Ultimate Programmer. There was some rumors around that they’ve already got his replacement, but nothing concrete.

The whole Hope’s Peak scenario was just strange to begin with, too strange for the two of them to back down from. Both were committed to the chase. Getting a letter way after Satoshi’s death was public was the only reason they came here. Nobody would be that ignorant to do it. Unless they wanted them to come.

Still Lea felt unnerved by this entire situation. Sergey Asmiov, a close friend of Satoshi and Shizuka, couldn’t find anything else about this place. Other than what was known to the public. It was almost like they fell into a trap. All she wanted to do was just turn around and maybe consider something else. It felt… dumb to be here.

But it seemed that somebody noticed her.

OPEN STARTER

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just felt like the usual post-workout walk back in the halls as the taller other was minding her own business, the silent halls echoing step upon step of her trail from point a to b until ....

she felt her body bump against someone else’s as she stumbled back a bit, before trying to rub her head, mumbling a bit .

“ aw crap ... note to self ; actually watch where i’m headin’ ... ” her voice wasn’t filled with any malice or anything the sort but more of keeping a mental note to herself before it too ... quite a while to realize she wasn’t alone.

“ hey, sorry for bumpin’ into ya so suddenly just gotta hurry up to get my jacket. looks like it’s gonna be a bit chilly in a few sooooo ... hey you’re lookin’ for the lockers too or you’re just headin’ elsewhere ?? ”