HOLY SHIT IT UPLOADED
MM WHATCHA SAY
FT A LOT OF PEOPLE AND BAD EDITING
PLAY THIS AT MY FUNERAL

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HOLY SHIT IT UPLOADED
MM WHATCHA SAY
FT A LOT OF PEOPLE AND BAD EDITING
PLAY THIS AT MY FUNERAL
im still laughing at ayuta getting impostor.. but im going of off twogami so... more of an identity thief. HERE WE GO
-ayuta, tired of being called nerdy for reenacting despite loving it and slowly growing more mad at his (french) father, decides to quit reenacting all together but wants to do something with his acting ability
-hates normal acting, as a reenactor he did most of the directing and a lot of improv, and finding mostly scripted work with someone else as the leader, grew sick of it and left that too
-impersonating became an idea because of his rebellious teen spirit. his mom too nervous to do anything and his dad in. france. ayuta was able to do whatever and started off by faking the identities of people he knew in school and didnt like mostly in the night, doing things that would embarrass them or waste their money. silly stuff like that that mostly just let him act
-a good researcher and a good actor ayuta was really, really good at this. a naturally stoic personality let him not break character and a moderately androgynous face let him impersonate any gender..!!
-it slowly increased from harmless fun to things that could actually hurt people the better he got at it, faked credit card numbers, began to fake the identity of more important people.. and so ON AND SO FORTH !!!!!
-long hair to be able to do mroe sutff with it. really good at makeup. even more of a neat freak. actually intimidating
-in his heart he is still a nerd that wants to reenact the medieval history he really likes. haha loser
fanfic ayuta... acts to hide his insecurities, sometimes people say he has TWO PERSONALOTITES!! JEEZ!!! also yandere for reneé
Canon Titles AU
I randomized our roster with the canon titles. (Minor SDR2 spoilers).
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The Story of a Mother
A mother has not slept for three days and nights watching over her sick child. When she closes her eyes for just a moment, Death comes and takes her child. The mother rushes into the street and asks a woman, who is Night, which way Death went.
”Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.”
"Tell me which way he went and I will find him!"
Night tells her to go into the forest, but first the mother must sing every lullaby that she has ever sung for her child. In the forest, a thorn bush tells her which way to continue, but only after she has warmed the bush by pressing it to her chest, causing her to bleed. The mother then reaches a lake that carries her across in exchange for her eyes, which she cries out.
The now blind mother reaches the greenhouse where Death cares for the flowers and trees, each one a human life. Here the mother finds the little sick plant that is her child, recognizing it by the sound of its heartbeat. The old woman who helps care for the greenhouse tells her, in exchange for her hair, that when Death comes, she must threaten to rip up the other flowers. Death will then be afraid for he must answer to God; only God decides when the plants are pulled up and planted in the garden of Paradise, where we do not know what happens.
14 Students Alive | 17 Students Dead
"Execution" - Out in a Blaze of Glory
Darkness consumes the Kingdom as the sun itself flickers out of existence. A cold chill brushes over your skin, buries inside, and crawls down your spine, as you know exactly what is to come. One of the weary young faces around the circle is going to be taken away and brutally murdered for all to see. You want to believe that it will different this time, that the goose will have mercy on their soul, but, by now, you are well aware that such a glimmer of hope is foolish and will only cause you more pain in the end.
Boxes of white light illuminate a short distance away from you, offering you enough visibility to look around and see who is missing. Renée Petit is gone. You turn your attention back to the screen as it flickers from blank white to a view of an impressive stage from the front and center seat in the audience.
Renée stands on stage in second position, her terrified eyes staring outwards to you, the other students, and whoever is sitting in the audience behind the camera. Thin, shining strings lead up from her every joint up to a giant control bar held by a disembodied hand above the stage. She is unable to move on her own. Music begins to play and the control bar moves, sending Renée into a dance.
[♪♪♪]
The dance is complicated, but Renée moves smoothly, controlled by the strings. Blood is dripping from her joints as the thin, razor-sharp threads cut through her skin. You can see Renée’s face contort in pain.
You can hear disappointed boos, screams, and hisses echo from the audience, criticizing her performance. The dance intensifies in response, to no effect. As the dance goes on, the audience becomes more and more agitated, until they begin lighting bottles and throwing them at her. The strings pull her away from the projectiles in graceful steps, but the curtains catch fire, rushing upward and soon engulfing the stage around her, until the whole theater is ablaze. Renée is forced to continue dancing on the burning wood beneath her feet.
The music is reaching a crescendo as the climax approaches. The music ends, and Renée’s control bar is dropped as the last note plays. She collapses to the ground, twisted strangely and staring upwards as the fire climbs to the rafters. As she watches, the roof of the stage collapses, trapping her underneath the burning wreckage. The audience applauds loudly.
What a smashing performance. She was on fire.
Renée Petit, Super High School Level Ballerina, has been executed.
God, he sounded so much like her mother.
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A THING I NEVER GOT TO FINISH AND NEVER WILL GET TO FINISH SO THIS IS WHAT YOURE GETTING
HI IM TIRED AND CANT DRAW ANymore.. im leaving tomorrow but ill get to the drawings i have left as soon as i can. thanks!!
:D tbh
KAZUMA… IS SO lovely.. i wish we had interacted!!! other than. yknow. shooting pascals leg
:D dead friend!!
these keep getting worse rip. ilu min-yun
L is for “le f*** you”.
:D please. c:
this one came out horribly sorry!!!
:D!!!!!!!
I LOVE DAICHI A LOT.. im so sad him and ayuta didnt get to thread more. rip
:D (only if you have the time)
LOVE AJAYA… LOVE HER CHARACTER DESIGN.. LUV HER
(i went off her sprites so im sorry if this isnt how shes supposed to look!!)
:D
yuki is so important… i lvoe yuki
send me a ":D" and i will sketch your character on a paper. please do this
what do you mean i should finish ayutas room?? what do you mean i should work on threads??? what do you mean genderbents arent relevant anymore??