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Another video I made

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Mermaid Au

space au

librarian au

fairy au

witch au

talentswap au

wedding au

mastermind au

anthro au

zombie survivor au

hogwarts au

star trek au

Avatar lok/tla au

Greek god au

Superhero au

Homestuck god tier au

Animal crossing au

Pokemon trainer au

Disney au

Cosplaying the canon…

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Message me a <3 and I’ll randomly draw our Oc’s in that au</a>

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Send me a "✎" and I'll draw your muse

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Send me a ship

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ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART 

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The votes are in!

And the winner is….

Katsu Itazura!

….Eeeeeeh!?

"Thank goodness. M’glad some of y’kids had some sense to not vote Arisu."

"Aha! There you are rat! Where have you been!? And you call furself a conductor!"

"O-Oi, watch it, kitty cat—-Not the hat!"

Momoneko swats Monomausu’s hat off with her tail, and before he can scurry to reach it, steps on his tail to keep him in place. He struggles while she continues to talk.

"Eh. I guess this could still be interestin’. I mean, the killer is still one of ya. Who knows? Maybe they’ll kill again. Or maybe karma will come, ufufufu!" Either way, befure I furget, I’ll contact the culprit for their little prize!"

"Happy mutual killing, everyone!"

And with that, Mononeko seems to vanish. Strange. You suppose it’s time to leave the trial room.

TRIAL END.

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TIME'S UP!

Mononeko smashed a gavel.

"Order! Order, ya bitches!"

"The time for discussion is over. Time t’cast ya votes!"

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The Somewhat-Useful Translator [TRIAL DISCUSSION]

As he began to lose some of his nervousness, the long trial kept him occupied. Opening his mouth every time Kasie spoke, he served to translate her whenever everyone began to look confused. Crossing his arms, he kept his eyes on her to await her word, before adding in on the conversation with a Japanese translation. If he was good at anything, he was a good speaker. It was one of his skills.

Even if he was speaking, he was hardly adding any words of his own apart from asking if they’d understood. He wasn’t entirely scared. He felt numb. After such a rush of panic and emotion, he felt simmered down for the time being. Everyone was talking too fast in mostly Japanese, he couldn’t really keep his attention focused for long, especially when waiting for Kasie’s input.

Still rocking on his feet anxiously, he waited for the busier kids to finish their discussions. Was someone gonna die? Ugh, he was getting nauseous again. Once Kasie finished her last lines of dialogue, he looked down, rubbing at the wristband on his arm. Someone was going to die at the end of this. Nothing could distract him besides the chattering of the worried students. He was awaiting someone’s death. Swallowing hard, he fiddled with his clothes.

"Calm down again, calm down again, calm down again."

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The Ever-Useless Investigator Strikes Again [TRIAL DISCUSSION]

Gregory had trouble keeping up for the majority of the discussion. Sedative. Whipping? Bathroom. What? His brows furrowed and he bit his lip, trying to decipher the words floating in his head. 

"S-So… wait, they got sedated and whipped in a bathroom…" His voice trailed out as he continued to listen, his head spinning.

“What’s a BDSM again?”

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The Ever-Useless Investigator [TRIAL DISCUSSION]

As the elevator ascended, Gregory gulped. The trial room was terrifying. Katsu’s image sent a chill down his spine. He wasn’t okay. But, he had to be strong for everyone else, didn’t he? He could do this, right? He tried to keep his heart from hammering away in his chest, before he placed his hands on the stand in front of him. 

Breathe. 

Calm down.

Motivate. 

"A-Alright. I know… this is scary. You might not wanna hear from me, since I… didn’t do a whole lot…" Gregory gritted his teeth, trying to think of what to say. He squeezed the stand, tears still dripping down his face. "I-I just want you guys to know that… we can do this! We… can stop this. We’re all frightened but that’s okay… c-cause we’re gonna solve this, right?" 

"Do your best, please… even if you just need to cry… that’s okay!" He rubbed at his own face, giving a fragile laugh. "I mean, I’m not doin’ any better… and I don’t have anything to give… and I guess that’s okay! So… please feel okay too! Y-You can start doin’ smart things now, that’s all I can say…"

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Lamenting [TRIAL START]

A trial.

Gregory swallowed hard and drew himself out of his room timidly. Each step felt heavy as he obediently made his way towards the commanded destination. Staring at the ceiling for most of his walk, he only looked down to peer in the direction of passing students. His eyes were red, but he kept rubbing at them, blowing out a heavy sigh. Shaking in his hands, he approached the location and halted. 

Lowering his hands, he stuffed them into his pockets and rocked on his feet. Someone else would die, wouldn’t they? This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right at all. He said he wouldn’t cry anymore, but he couldn’t help but sniff, more tears dripping down his cheeks. Scrubbing at his face desperately, he kept his eyes down. He didn’t wanna make anyone else emotional. 

Gregory was silent. 

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HEY, SHITHEADS!

The television screens throughout the train flicker on.

"Time’s up! Get your skinny butts back here, ASAP!" 

"You all finally get to send one of you kiddos to certain death! I’m pumped! Trials start NOW!”

With that, the screen went dark.

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ace’s almost 200/150 giveaway!!

1st place gets:

a dancing pixel of their oc of choosing!

a fanmix of their choosing!

and a drabble about anything of their choosing!

2nd place gets:

a bouncing pixel of their oc!

a fanmix of their choosing!

a poem about whatever they choose!

fanmix examples are here and here! drabble example is here

pixel examples!

rules!!

gotta be following me!

must be a dangan ronpa oc blog, sorry!!

as many likes / reblogs as you want!

this ends whenever i get back from vacation, which is sometime next saturday!!

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waggles in front of ange

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u could go home or die trying

I J SUT WANT A TUB OF IC E CREAM 

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can i go home?

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Unruly Fright [BODY DISCOVERED]

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Roxie poked Greg. She thought slapping him would be a bad idea this time around, so she skipped that. And, uh, he was a fucking giant. She was pretty tall, but he looked like that anime thing. A tack on titan? That sounds like the fucked up kinda tv show she’d totally watch. That’s the true key to beating titans. Tacks. Erin Yay-whatever could take a note or two from Roxie.

…Anyways, back to him. Roxie had never seen someone break like that. She wondered why she wasn’t breaking. Someone was dead. Maybe she’ll freak out later, when no one was looking. Right now, this guy was her number one priority.

"Kid…." Was it appropriate to call him kid? "Kid. Come here. M’gonna help ya somehow."

She took his hand. Slowly, helping him up, she led him out of the place. Walking through the corridors, she kept on talking. Don’t stop, that’s the only way she knew how to calm someone down.

"Where’s a place ya like? Wanna go back to your dorm? Really, kid; it’s up to ya. Let’s go somewhere quiet. Or really, any place y’want."

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"T-Thank... you."

His hand trembled violently in hers, his fingers barely able to grasp hard enough to bring him to his feet. As soon as he was walking, he didn't let go, tightly gripping her hand. Like some sort of child. He was acting like a scared, small child. He seemed ten sizes smaller, his shoulders hunched and his breathing harsh as he hyperventilated. 

"T-This is a dream. This is a dream. N-Nobody's dead."

"N-Nobody would... this isn't... hrk..." A sob burst out of him at last and he was reduced to frail weeping. He really wasn't taking this well. "T-They said this wouldn't happen... they said it wouldn't happen..."

His hand squeezed hers a little too hard, before recoiling it, grabbing at his head again. He halted, squeezing his eyes shut. He shook his head. At least there wasn't anyone around, once they got into the hall-way.

"I-I'm scared. Please tell me n-nobody's dead. T-This is just a prank, right? I-I'm not stupid. This is cruel. Please stop it!"

He rubbed at his eyes in a desperate attempt to calm down, but his breathing was uneven and sobs exploded from his mouth. He bend over, his tears finally falling onto the floor instead of down his cheeks. Wiping his face, he whined miserably, his hands shaking. 

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Unruly Fright [BODY DISCOVERED]

It took too long for him to creep out of his room. As everyone who had panicked upon seeing the body cleared out, he noticed some unsteady feet and whitened faces. Swallowing hard as he crept towards the bathroom, he tugged on his shirt. Everyone was too preoccupied to notice his approach fully, but his presence was obvious a moment later.

"…"

Gregory went dead silent. The sweat that his body had suddenly begun to produce was nearly visible. Within a second, Gregory was a trembling mess, staring at the body from the doorway of the bathroom. His expression went stiff, his body un-moving for the brief moment that he stared down the corpse, fright in his eyes. With that, a noise slipped out of his mouth.

The scream was painfully loud. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t an ‘ahh’ or an ‘ohh’ or anything put into words. It was a scream of pure terror. His heart thudded in his chest as he suddenly clutched his head, gripping his hair tightly. He stumbled back but ended up on the ground, holding his head and nearly yanking out his hair with the force he was putting into clutching his skull. 

"No, no, no, no, no, no…"

Gregory was absolutely losing it and didn’t seem to have any intention or ability to stand back up.