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In which case...a person without action is as silent as the grave. Yuu Yanaihara, SHSL Breakdancer, affiliated with Dangan Orbit. Status: Dead.

[shsllosers]

"Chang-kun, um. Hello! ...Look... I know things are different now, you're... well, you're not even really around to s-see this, but I thought you'd like it. It's just something I made, eheheh- and uh, I found out you DON'T cook the macaroni! So this is the second try! Anyways, it's been a l-long.. time, since.. everything and just.. it's too late but I'm sorry, Chang-kun. I-I'm sorry for saying you weren't my friend... and I'm sorry I didn't take your advice. Say hi to Yuu-kun for me. Thanks."

"Bro… Thanks but do me a favor and… Shut up, don’t say things like that. You’re gonna make me sad, y’know? I don’t wanna miss you too badly. I don’t deserve it, man. I thought you were all lyin’ t’ me and it ain’t your fault. I’m stupid and I’ve accepted it. Don’t talk t’ me as if I’m gone, hah, I’m still ‘ere! … Y’ can’t… see me? Not even Yuu-xiōng…? That’s unreal, we never left. Hey— Where are y’ goin’? We’re right in front of you!”

"……. No… Don’t go…"

[sinchangvevo-blog]

boy’s trying to  get some sleep for once but 

[superillegalactivities-blog]

first batch of goodies

(click through pls)

[shslbunnymagic-blog]

Don’t weep For me.

[danganorbit-blog]

Disappearing Act: Execution of Sonya Ivanov

[ ♫♫♫ ]

Sonya steps into the center of a ring, looking around. The spotlight on her makes it hard, but she can see enough to realize the surroundings are painfully familiar. This is her stage, in her circus…Or a damned good replica. Honestly she doesn’t care, the sight is enough to comfort her, and she flies into her normal routine with a smile and a bow. Time for one last show. The greatest show on earth. Except this show is like none other. Sonya’s tricks, which usually come to mind as naturally as breathing are faltering. She drops her playing cards and they swarm around her, slicing into her skin and clothes.  She pays it no mind and continues to smile, trying to keep a brave face on. She’s gotta do this, for them. It’s hard to tell with the spotlight but it almost looks like she’s smiling through tears. She moves on from the cards, and tries to pull a bouquet of paper flowers out of her gloves, but the flowers catch alight, and she drops them in a panic, stepping back from the burning mess. She quickly gives another bow to the imagined audience, apologizing for her failure. It continues on for a while, each trick she tries failing at her hands in one way or another, until a large box drops behind her with a clang, and robotic sounding booing echoes around her. Sonya eyes the box, recognizing it, and knows what she must do.  She walks up to it, and turns to the fake audience one last time and bows. “For my Final Trick!” She calls out, brushing tears away from her face. “I shall, as most magicians do! Make myself disappear! It is quite a feat…” She laughs and gestures at the box, shaking with the effort to keep from sobbing. “I…I am sorry…” she says, though whether it’s loud enough to hear is questionable and with a wave, steps into the box. As soon as the door closes on her, swords, knives, spears, all manner of sharp objects start to pierce the box flying in from all sides. It’s a deadly, deadly trick, but there’s no way a Super Highschool Level Magician wouldn’t be able to handle it right? It all goes silent as the last sword pierces the box….Blood seeping out from the the holes in the box. And then, slowly, painfully slowly the box’s door swings open. To reveal… That Sonya Ivanov, Super Highschool Level Stage Magician, had failed her final trick, and had been executed.

[shsldoubleshot]

turn down

[doritosvstheworld]

new muse page icon… haha…

[danganorbit-blog]

CAL-19014 FILES

CALIGULA FILE

Victim: Yoshi Kaneko

Place of Body: Swimming pool

Time of Death: 11:37 PM

Cause of Death: Blood loss

State of body: Upright floating in the water, with a stab wound to the heart and a gash along his left upper-arm.

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Victim: Yuu Yanaihara

Place of Body: Operating theater

Time of Death: 1:36 AM

Cause of Death: Blood loss

State of body: Curled up behind the operating table, hands clutched around a bloody stab wound.

[shslbboy]

i want my hat back, aka the worst thing to ever ever happen (shinsuke)

[douchetech]

Though he has other computers, more recent computers, the laptop that had been taken from him was easily the one that meant the most to him. It was one of the original 500 that had been sold as a result of the contest he’d won, and therefore one of the original computers with the ＳＡＩＮＴＳ OS on them. He’d bought it off someone once ＳＡＩＮＴＳ had taken off. Yeah, sure, there were others, but…

He’s… doing okay, since he moved back in with Yoshiro. Not the best, but well enough. He’s been worse, after all. Food, though. Food sounds good. Hoping no one is in there to make an inevitable fat joke (and thinking of several to preempt them just in case), he makes his way to the kitchen, and… oh shit what the fuck. 

"Uh," he says blankly, as the distinct sound of sobbing makes its way to his ears, and considering he’s standing in the doorway, there’s only one place it could be coming from. "You… okay…?" he asks, damn well knowing the answer already, but it’s one of those things you just have to ask, y’know? He slowly pokes his head in, seeing a giant-ass mess on the floor that he has dibs on not cleaning up already. "Yanaihara3…?"

[shslbboy]

Yuu is not okay. Yuu is probably the farthest from okay he's been since he got here, and that's even including having to watch friends die. At least that he could kind of compartmentalize and act like they'd never been around, at least on the outside. But with his goddamn hat gone he felt naked and raw and exposed, like someone had stripped his flesh off along with his clothes. Now wasn't even the fake calm he'd have to lapse back into when he had to survive without it for a few days--he was in full panic mode and there was absolutely no reason to stop.

Just as warned, a skillet flies out from behind the island, but it goes wide (unless of course Shinsuke decided to approach Yuu at exactly that second, like maybe if he fancied himself an animal control expert or something) and smashes into the wall with a sound like a gong. The fight is beginning and it's between Yuu, Shinsuke, and Yuu's neuroses.

Just after that preemptive strike, a small hatless head peeps over the rim of the island, hands up and nails digging into his scalp, eyes red like he'd already been crying for ten years. This is not the face of a guy who is ready to accept outside assistance. What the hell, the guy still had his eyepatch on, what kind of horrible backwards meritocracy was CAL running, what did he do to deserve getting hit the hardest out of everybody, this was so fucked. This unnaturally mean sentiment comes out as a piteous whimper. Help him.

[shslbboy]

i want my hat back, aka the worst thing to ever ever happen (open)

The announcement doesn't actually wake him up. The gravity going back to normal doesn't wake him up--he actually lands with a soft flump back on his own bed with no excess jostling, having just passed out in midair earlier after escaping from the drug and coffee crew. CAL's familiar evil laugh...doesn't wake him up. He'd like to think that the tipping point was when he felt the hat get snagged right off his innocent head, but he must have been too asleep for it.

Instead, some time after the announcement, he wakes up gradually as usual, feeling from the very first second that something has gone terribly wrong. There's a pause. He slowly, tremulously reaches up and touches the top of his own head.

Even though there must be similarly panicked reactions going on all over the ship, the klaxon shriek in a really unfamiliar voice that can probably be heard by every living person there puts them all to shame. By the time he streaks out of his room into the hallway, arms folded over his head like he's expecting to be firebombed from above, the screaming has segued into panicked tears, and by the time he actually skids to a halt, in the kitchen, to start tearing things out of drawers and cabinets as if someone had only hidden it and he would find it in a second if he just worked fast enough, he had entered critical meltdown mode.

God help the first person to come in here and see him like this, because they'd probably be getting a skillet thrown at their head.

[danganorbit-blog]

[ Make like Idina Menzel ]

You are rudely interrupted in whatever you were doing by the entire station shaking around you, a loud rumbling sound audible, as well as electronic noises. What the fuck is going on? Your least favorite murderous AI soon appears on every screen, seeming to talk to himself more than anyone else. 

"Oh, FUCKING HELL! What the fuck is this SHIT? WHO THE FUCK IS SABOTAGING MY SPACE STATION?" 

He switches his focus, addressing the students. 

"Right, TENDON LAMPS, you’re going to have to make do without some things whilst I get this act of SABOTAGE AND TERRORISM sorted out. I’m going to take a wild FUCKING guess and assume that you would rather lose the gravity than the air. Seeya later, LONG JAWED REPTILE CATS."

And with that he is gone. In his place, the Hope’s Peak logo flashes on screens alongside an automated voice. 

"Artificial gravity power supplies have been deactivated. The World’s Hope Space Station would like to apologize for any possible inconveniences caused by a temporary total lack of gravitational pull. Please, listen to this calming music as a token of the World’s Hope Space Station’s most earnest regrets.”

And with that, the gravity is gone. Hope you like floating. 

[shslbboy]

nobody raise your voices (open)

With all of the new areas and rooms being opened up, each more terrifying than the last, it was easier to forget the older places, especially the second area that was so packed full of amenities but had no one really loitering around it anymore. Most people had retreated to their rooms or scanned over the new rooms vaguely after the trial and hadn't done much since, just waiting for the other shoe to drop, the next motive, the next body, whatever. 

Yuu, to his credit, might have made a snack run earlier that day, but it might have been the previous day, and he wasn't going to ask anyone to remind him about what time it was. On the spaceship it was just one fluorescent morning always, unless you felt like going out to the observation deck, which he didn't. Instead, at whatever unmoored time or day it was, he rolled out of bed with no preamble and went off to find the concert hall. 

The stage was just as nice as he remembered. Maybe even nicer. As big as it had looked before, it looked the biggest when totally empty. For a second, he was just overlooking the rows and rows of chairs and breathing and feeling like the last person alive. Then he started to dance. Slowly and self-contained at first, practically just shuffling his feet, and then more and more exuberant, eyes closed and smiling the tiniest smile possible, twisting and flipping and falling and popping back up again as fast as his muscles allowed. Even in his own little world, the sound of his footfalls on the stage, in that giant empty room, probably could have been heard several halls down.

At least until he went for a backflip and didn't actually land. Instead he was now hovering in the air slightly above the stage, upside down, holding his hat to his head and looking around at his new surroundings. Well. That sure happened.

[shslbboy]

on the death of chiko matsuoka

you can't allow a human being harm and here is where the definition warps the boy before you will not stay his arm the girl that's bleeding now is but a corpse

you cannot disobey the word of law and yet that warning will not stay your hand in human error or programming flaw the death that comes has come at your command.

and after that, how can you save your life? you know you'd never cause another pain while your confession guts you like a knife this one choice left to you is more humane.

thus one rule was left for you to maintain and you, to leave this life, would board a train.

[brokenopenbox]

My Dad Reacts to Orbit Nerds

These are translated from spanish so I’m sorry if it’s not very clear what he was saying, I suck at this kind of thing,

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[shsl-rapper-blog]

i dont remember tracing that one image to make it look like t hese g uys

[shslbboy]

on the death of himiko suzugawa

to lose not one but one thousand voices it feels like more a loss than one lost friend at the mercy of some others' choices no agency or voice in your own end

did you regret your drifting there that night? what drew you forward then to meet your death? you might have tried to run or turned to fight regardless, lost your blood and lost your breath

still, a faded smile adorned your face upturned as, overhead, no savior stood a memory of you no one could debase you died alone, in truth, but you died good.

this time i'll keep your voice and face and name-- worth far more than your role in this sick game.

[kanekoyoshivevo]

forgive and forget. except, not really. // [orbit starter] {{open}}

[kanekoyoshivevo]

Apologies to the old Yuu. Maybe Yoshi didn’t like talking to people when he was upset, but that didn’t stop him from talking all together. That’s what pets are for, after all. Biscuit has heard a great deal of ridiculous complaining about a number of stupid things in her life. That poor dog. Yuu was lucky he wasn’t a dog, really. Maybe if he was he’d never get let go of. Gosh, speaking of dogs…. Yoshi could really use a Biscuit right about now. Though clearly, that was not going to happen. He missed her. Maybe things would’ve been better for him if he had Biscuit along with him. Then there would be no need for friends or socializing or any of that kind of thing, and maybe then he would’ve still been okay. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, and he was stuck here with ex-friends and regrets and a whole lot of anger that he really didn’t need to have right then. 

…Okay, so he wasn’t responding to that either. Yoshi wasn’t sure what to make of it. Maybe he was just worrying about it too much. If this guy was still all cool and stuff with Yoshiro, then why wouldn’t he be cool and stuff with Yoshi, right? At least one of them wasn’t a murderer. 

"…Is…. it even comfortable to be sitting in a place like that." Was he considering it? Kind of. Of course he was a lot taller than Yuu, but he was a Kaneko. They were all stupidly animal-like, why would he be any different? “…Wait, no, it is fine. You do not have to answer that.” He wasn’t expecting an answer anyway, to be honest, but he couldn’t help but say something. This was how all his conversations with Biscuit or Noah or Sebastian or Sugar went, really. He was pretty used to it.

[shslbboy]

In that case, at least Yuu was fulfilling the primary social function of apparently all Yoshi's pets--listening and maybe not comprehending but still being around, no judgment. Yoshi could talk at him for as long as he wants. Yuu would probably not inch off again for another few hours, and even then he would just end up somewhere more ridiculous than bed, because as hollowed out as he felt, it wasn't hollowed out enough to quietly starve to death in bed like an old guy off his life support.

Seemingly in response to Yoshi, he curled up as tightly as was allowed on his little bookshelf. There was not really space for a second person right here, but there probably would be if the second person knocked out another row of books no one was reading, like a well-placed punch in the mouth resulting in the death of several teeth, just for the hell of it. Surely that was an answer enough.

The tapping on the stack of books below grew more insistent. Why were his important innermost thoughts being ignored. Yoshiro wouldn't make him suffer through this indignity. Maybe an entirely different indignity. Finally he adopted a contrite frown, because even if it looked otherwise, keeping his face blank didn't require any conscious effort and when he thought of a sad thing he was going to look pretty damn sad. He looked about as sad as someone who lost his two best friends at the same time. Apparently that was a popular social ill right now.