#dice au

[levmysweetheart]

i don't have access to my google docs rn so my D.I.C.E. backstory au shit is going here

Kokichi is (unsurprisingly) an orphan who had long run away from a children's home, sharing the slums, alleyways and abandoned buildings with other kids and criminals. He has a strong instinct to survive, but also that of a leader, empathetic towards the other kids he meets and bonds with them, creating his own small group of kids trying to live. This nurtures his talent as a leader early on. However, they live dangerously, with old warehouses and broken houses being where illegal activities took place or were planned. Often times, Kokichi was able to create a deal with criminals, promising their silence and even cooperating if it meant lives would be saved. His sense of justice was not lost, but he could not act on it without endangering anyone.

Criminals are not always so willing. Many of his friends had often been hurt, some disappeared; I imagine eventually, his group suffered a genocide, overboiling the injustice inside of him and causing his deep, ever-growing hatred for murder as someone who's witnessed it and felt the grief. The few surviving members, along with others he'd gathered later, became the foundation and leading members of DICE.

To add onto his parallel with Maki, I'm playing with the idea of him actually having been picked up and part of one of the criminal groups at one point. Though they provide him food and "safety," he soon becomes well aware that they are turning him into a weapon, fears what he may become, and leaves the group. This experience would give him the connections, skills, and information he needs to later create DICE (criminals, but in more of a "vigilante" way. they cool)

The girl with pigtails, on the far left of the D.I.C.E. photo? What if she had once trained alongside Maki, but ran away or was thought dead? I like the idea. I chose her because I imagine them to be similar in looks, with their hair and all, but inverted; in a way, the girl with lighter hair found DICE (the light), while the dark-haired Maki remained an assassin in the dark. This could complicate Kokichi's view towards Maki even more. He understands and pities her, yet still resents her for killing, but also believes she could've ran, could've gotten away like the girl in his organization did.

Ok that's all I got for now... im coming up with more complete profiles for each of the members at somepoint i swear

[dansconcepts]

Lucky DICE

My take on the PhantomThief!Ouma AU (even though I have multiple takes in my docs so really this is more like just a DICE with Komaeda in it AU) based on the prompt in this Youtube short. It's meant to be a whole mystery-esque sorta thing? with some unreliable/misleading elements. The plot's roughly there (plot is really hard for me) but I'm hoping to fledge it out more maybe.

Shuichi tentatively roams the admittedly modest lair, equipped with the darkness of night lit only by a window. Rooms lead out from beyond the table that sits proudly beside a large retractable screen. Closed doors are lined with messages etched into their frames: names of DICE members, as well as personalized touches in the form of stickers and drawings.

The detective would find all of it honestly endearing if it wasn’t for the fact that they belong to the crime organization that’s been terrorizing the city for a while now. But seeing these hints at people, perhaps young, he begins to wonder- not for the first time- if he’s missing something intrinsically apparent in this whole case. What he needs is something concrete, something beyond the measly conjecture he has. 

His feet stop in front of the door he came here for. Supreme Leader it read, in messy scrawl and purple ink. There’s the silly art, serving as the signature that he knows so well beside it- a tiny caricature of DICE’s figurehead, with a peace sign, wink, and a stuck out tongue. And right underneath is the doorknob. It will get him answers, he knows, but he’s slow to lift his hand anyway. 

He bites his lip. Again, he wonders where his hesitance lies- a hunch with no evidence, reliant on a lingering feeling despite being met with all the facts. Shuichi doesn’t owe him anything. The Phantom Thief committed his crimes with an edge, a malice, and that strengthens his resolve.

The detective turns the door, slowly. His eyes dart around the room as the crack widens, absorbing the calming light that comes from a nightlight perched on a nightstand. A chessboard lays in the center, most pieces having remained and yet are arranged out of place on the board, only having a white king, black bishop, and assorted black and white pawns. Cans of Panta are haphazardly sprawled out everywhere. The bed looks pristine besides a slightly ruffled sheet. Alternatively, the desk, a beautiful dark wood, is a frenzy of suggested activity with papers and photos in seemingly disorganized piles and-

Is that a whiteboard? 

Normally, the idea of having a whiteboard in one’s bedroom isn’t the strangest thing, but the way it’s filled out with photos hung by tape and lines connecting both text and images makes him think he’s looking at a reflection of his own thinking board for this case. Perhaps a corkboard is too old-fashioned... Yet, he muses, he’s evolved from simple burglaries and mysteries to a syndicate of crime, and sticking to basics was the best way for him to start tackling such a jump. 

He approaches the board. The connections being made… it’s recent hits, with some locations being X’d out and others highlighted. There are faces he doesn’t fully recognize in most of the photos. Most of them seem to suggest DICE members, if the clown mask covering their faces are anything to go by. One white-haired man is circled in red, with a large and sloppy, as if angrily written, LIAR over it. 

His eyes roam lower, and he’s greeted with a shock. Small text, in the same handwriting as outside, forces his brain to run a mile a minute.

Detective Shuichi Saihara, it read, …trustworthy?  

And on the ledge underneath, surrounded by a couple of markers, are a pack of cards. Non-standard, if the navy blue look embedded on the pack was any indication. He opens it, expecting to find dark cards to match the box’s aesthetic, and pulls out the first one near the front of the deck. White. He flips it. Also white, purely plain, identical to the front. Widely untypical, but highly familiar. The detective thumbs at the glossy finish. Memories of a beautiful checkered backing hit him unbidden, and playful text laughing at his expense, yet cheering him on… Except for the most recent time, where it was leering, conniving, borderline threatening in a faux-pleasant tone-

Nope. Not the time. 

The detective laxes his grip. Ah. The card now has a permanent score in the middle. 

He brushes it aside- although he murmurs apologies into his head- and looks through the rest of the cards. Finally, he finds what he’s looking for in the form of a date written along the top. He picks through the cards which contained a similar look, and it was all consecutive, almost as if the cards served as a journal or diary of sorts. There’s a handful of cards left that appear blank. 

He’ll examine the rest later. Instead, he focuses his attention on the first card. It outlines, he skims, the third heist DICE carried out (and, he remembers, was when he was enlisted on the case officially). “Detective… new… told Ace not to be an idiot… no Kyouko…” His eyes dart to a passage that actually catches his eye. “This new Detective seems like a stick in the mud anyway, a complete anxious nerd type. But he did figure out our whole MO, so maybe he’s more interesting than I thought.” Shuichi flushes. It was true, but still, to be called out so blatantly…

Next entry. “He did get more interesting. I just had to get up-close and personal, y’know? He’s so convicted for a guy who could barely look me in the eye! That needs to be changed and fast. It’s cute,” And now he’s flushed for a whole other reason, “But that’s only because underneath is this really determined guy who wants to figure things out. And man, do I enjoy someone who plays the game.”

Next. “How often is he going to linger with the notes I leave him? I’m going to get caught this way! But he always reads it with this small smile, and I don’t know why, but it makes me stupidly happy. Yikes. Time to not dwell on THAT thought any longer.” 

Okay, now he’s sensing a pattern. The navy blue on the box, the name repeated in every entry… is this whole deck about him? 

No way. No way at all that’s it. 

But the evidence speaks for itself. He reads further, skimming, his name or a variation always sticking out, and he can’t help but finish every entry as it dials further and further into something that seems… adoring. Borderline affectionate. Shuichi honestly can’t believe it.

The last words of the final entry catches his attention. He recalls the date and his jaw tightens. A day before the latest heist. “Joker said he’ll be making the next heist ‘a celebration of hope’. It’s bound to be a whole ploy to get me closer to my beloved, from Queenie’s laughter and all. If anyone can make it happen though, it’d definitely be him. But I’m concerned. I’m a little worried there’ll be an explosion, knowing Joker. But I know he’s learned his lesson.” 

Hmm. 

He looks through the remaining blank cards, flipping them just to make sure he doesn’t miss anything. On a seemingly random card, 4th last, he finds familiar purple handwriting. 

It’s a lie!

Cold sweeps through his system. A lie? What was a lie? Where? He took everything at face-value, but there’s a lie? The detective frantically looks around, the shadows suddenly seeming oppressive and choking. Was it the whole deck, or something specific? A single card? A handful?

Was it the feelings he thought were there?

He steps back, the card mocking him. 

It’s a lie! It’s a lie! It’s a lie! rings through his head, hearing the voice that often accompanied it. And as it ricochets in his head, he hears faint murmurs permeating through the walls.

God, what was he thinking? He needs to get out of here. He can’t believe he just let himself come in here, spurred by a single letter.

The detective looks to the door, but no, can’t go through there. He peers through the window. Seems clear. Luckily chasing the Phantom Thief gave him some practice in endurance and balance, because this patio wasn’t going to scale itself. 

He jumps, roughly skidding down the slope before landing on his feet. Luckily the house wasn’t too tall. With adrenaline pumping through his veins, the detective slinks off into the night, wondering if this is how he feels after a heist.

[asmolboy]

OK but what if Shuichi was in DICE but lost a huge chunk more of his memories before the killing game? + very strong saiouma of the more really close and romantic lean. +some changed deaths and stuff

Shuichi opened his eyes groaning feeling his head looking around the classroom he ended up at. He didn't remember much if anything the last thing he remembered was a white clown masked person calling out to him, "Shumai!". He brushed it off getting up looking at himself, he wore his usual clothes and a checkered bandana was tied on his sleeve on display like one of his greatest achievements.

It wasn't long before Shuichi met his classmates and introduced himself to them, he prayed his uncertainty came off as insecurity instead but a small purple fiend ran up to him cutting him off from his thoughts. "I heard about you! You are the detective giving my organization so many problems!" he lied. Kokichi knew exactly who he was. If he didn't already remember who Shuichi was he recognized the bandana as one of DICE's. "ah?! I don't remember doing that!" "well you barely remember anything anyway!" Shuichi looked at him responding genuinely, Kokichi laughed a bit trying to stop himself from crying and showing sadness. "well in that case we are at war until we have all our memories back!" he laughed as Shuichi squeaked in shock looking at Kokichi as he ran off.

Kaede's execution had come and gone and Shuichi was in all honesty unable to handle anything or be around anyone for that matter. He flopped onto his bed tears streaming down his face, he was interrupted in his grief by the sound of sliding paper coming from under the door. "huh? Is anyone there?" he asked, only to be met silence. He got up and went to the door finding a note or well envelope. He took it reading the first few words on it, "to Shuichi Saihara ultimate detective and ultimate right-hand man of Fool. Sherlock." he blinked his eyes quickly at it. "someone here knows more about me?? More than me?" he opened it quickly sitting on the bed in his room pulling the paper out. Shuichi beamed as he took in the first words.

"Well Sherlock or as I should say Shuichi you remember little if not nothing of me and our family in our organization. I not to go too quickly will only use the nickname of Fool for myself, I have little clue what has happened and I can't exactly help you with this.

What I can help is with memories lost, I can start from how we met outside all this mess. You and your uncle were on a chase, trying to catch the infamous phantom theif of the night. Your uncle lost me while you because you were smaller and more fast managed to catch up to me and made it to my liar, or as you called it for years "a glorified abandoned building." and I didn't realize you had made it in caught me and looked through the things I had a huge bag of money and started talking to myself about how I could get food and help mama get medicine. To which you asked "your mama is sick? Are you hungry?" to say the least you scared me shitless and I ended up scaring your face for life in the process. (I am still sorry!) ever since you chose to stay by my side and help me out. When I started DICE later you joined as soon as possible, I told you that you didn't have to only for you to insist and insist until you won the title of fool's right hand man.

We looked for masks and you were so mad you couldn't get a matching one with me that you started balling! And to think the mask shop had very few masks we could afford and that the employees would see a 10 year old crying over the clearance bin that day. You ended up taking a mask that showed off the scar! I never understood why you loved it so much Shuichi. It was like you were made to sport it with pride and you found so many bandanas! You bought them all saying that everyone in DICE could get one! It was very sweet in my opinion, and hell you didn't lie! Everyone in DICE got one! That's the bandana on your sleeve, though when we're in full uniform we wear it around our necks.

I wonder if you will ever remember on your own these things but I am willing to tell you as many memories from my own to tell you my beloved. Even if you don't remember me know that I will always be there watching over you and doing everything in my might to keep you safe.

Till we see each other again, your Fool who fools them all."

Shuichi put the papers down feeling his cheek, a slash was on it one that started at his nose and ended at his ear in a broken line. He smiled a bit tearing up again practically hugging the letter, or more accurately holding it close to his chest. "I'm not alone..." he flopped back on his back feeling like a weight was taken off his chest in a way. He slipped quickly to sleep without realizing.

When he awoke the next morning he re read the letter as he left the room, bumping into Kaito on accident. "ah sorry Kaito!" he said once he got the letter quickly back into his hands again. "it's OK Shuichi! Though what are you reading?" Kaito got up looking at his friend offering him a hand, which he took. "Fool gave me a letter! He told me so much about my past! We are apparently really close and I'm so happy that no matter what they're looking out for me." Shuichi looked at the paper smiling at it as if he had the most wholesome meme in his hands instead of some paper saying things that made so much sense.

"so you got a letter from someone? Can i-" "no its only for me!" he possessively held the letter close folding it up and putting it in his pocket, Kaito only put his hands up. "alright alright. Why don't you tell me what it said than?" Shuichi smiled nodding as he mentioned everything. "they gave you that nasty scar?!" "yeah but they were scared and honestly I think it is kind of cool now that I think about it." "they hurt you!" "they were a kid and I scared them!" "I am going to fight them-" "Kaito you don't know who they are! I don't know who they are!"

The two argued and bantered on for a while before Kokichi whined as they took it into the lunch hall. "Kirumom! Momota and Saihara are fighting and no one wants to deal with it!" "1 don't call me mom. 2 what are you two fighting about?" Kirumi looked at the two of them annoyed as she made her way through the room cleaning, Shuichi and Kaito quickly shut up. "I just got a letter from someone I shared a past with and Kaito wants to fight them because they gave me my scar." he explained scratching the back of his neck, Kirumi sighed looking at them. "there is no need to argue or fight. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding and from what I know that scar is really old." Shuichi nodded, "was a little kid. They were a little kid. To say the least I fucked up they fucked up but it cool." Kokichi only tensed up slightly before quickly forcing himself to relax and appear bored. He internally was however: screaming.

That night as Shuichi returned to his room he found another envelope waiting for him, he took it quickly. Same little writing and hand writing. "yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes!" he giggled a bit like those happy teen girls about some crush sending them a text and shut the door behind him and hopped into bed. He quickly opened it up and took the paper out.

"Shuichi! I didn't know you'd share with others that I knew of you before! Especially to Kaito he scared me half to death(and I didn't even scar him to know that for sure). I love you dearly but please, don't say I told you things like the scar thing to Kaito again I'm pretty sure I won't be as lucky next time!

Though I do have more stories to tell since you seem to love them so much. When we were like 7 or more like around when we met you invited me to stay the night at yours as your uncle said it was OK and you lying and saying my parents were OK with it! The reality being my ma was too sick to speak and stuff and you wanting me to have a warm place to stay during December, you are way too sweet you have a problem. When your uncle saw me he asked if you brought in a skeleton for a friend as I was scared shitless of the detective uncle of yours and you reassured him that I wasn't some skeleton you found in the dumpster.

He nearly called CPS! He had no clue ma didn't mean for me to not be cared for and me using a delinquent dialect didn't help. To say the least if you didn't have my back I'd be behind bars to this day for huge bank heists I did when I was 6. Thanks for telling him that my ma was sick and that I was trying to help her as my and hers only family, also fuck you for making me sleep in your bed for months and have all the blankets when I lived with you and your uncle at first. You are too fucking nice Shuichi! You got sick 3 times! 3!

During our first dual run in with the law you somehow figured out how to open manholes without any equipment. To say the least we fell down a few seconds after the discovery and got caught, your uncle was so mad! He wouldn't stop mentioning it for years after! I ended up breaking my arm and you your leg because of it too. Hell I have a scar on my arm because of the incident but it's much more faded than the one on your leg, I think you still have it? I don't know to be honest.

That's for tonight goodnight. Till we meet again your Fool who fools them all."

Shuichi pulled up his pants legs to see if he still had the scar the letter mentioned. He did it was that of a paler patch of skin than anything like the one on his face but he still smiled at it. He turned his attention back to the paper and read it again and again, as if he was memorizing it for a test or something. He did it all the way to sleep.

The letters went on like that for many days, one per day. They seemed to get longer every time and hell he actually was getting close to figuring out who Fool was, so far his theories were with little to no proof not a thing to prove anything but he was getting closer and closer to his past. Hell he remembered stuff that fool never mentioned yet he knew Fool was part of it. Kokichi was simply teasing Kiibo, Shuichi moved and squinted at Kokichi he studied his features relentlessly. He was staring at him for about a minute intensely before his train of thought was caught off by said supreme leader spotting him, "are you checking me out Shumai?!" finally. Confirmation. "maybe I am Fool."

Kokichi froze up in shock looking at him, "Shumai how'd you figure it out?" he asked moving closer ditching Kiibo and ignoring him. "I regained memories on my own and the nickname. Only Fool calls me Shumai." he smiled getting up and hugging Kokichi. "it was the first memory I had of you before the letters. Thank you." Kokichi smiled and hugged him back tightly, Kiibo slowly etched away because he had no idea what was going on and he very much did not want to be involved. Kaito however very much wanted to be involved. "hey you two! Since when did you two get so close?!" he yelled over to them making Kokichi to go into fight or flight for a solid second, Shuichi only pet him a bit turning to Kaito. "since we were 7-" "what?! He's that Fool guy?!" "well yes Kaito. I am insecure not incompetent.” Shuichi rolled his eyes and let out a soft whine as Kokichi slipped out of his hold for a second before jumping on him and clinging to him. “now that I have my Shumai back I’m barely letting you out of my sight!” he laughed a bit at the smaller’s words using a hand to hold onto him, keeping the leader there. "Hey he's still my sidekick!" Kaito yelled shoving Kokichi playfully, "he's my right hand man!" the other spat back sticking his tongue out at him, Shuichi only giggled a bit giving Kokichi a peck on the cheek on impulse. The other turning into a sputtering mess for a minute before being just bright red, "Shumai!" Shuichi couldn't help but respond in a fit of giggles. Miu only gasping overly dramatically as she came in viewing a very small part of the exchange, "Cockichi can get a partner and I can't???" Kokichi only laughed holding onto Shuichi more, "yeah you whore! I can say I'm not a virgin and you can't!" he taunted as Shuichi started to die of embarrassment for a solid minute.

The two stayed by each other's side no matter what happened really. Even in a situation where Kokichi was a main suspect did they ever be separated, however the letters didn't stop either mostly the difference being that they were now addressed by "Kokichi Ouma" instead of just Fool. A singular rule was placed on them by Monokuma however: no stopping attempted murder on the other. It hurt but they had to listen or they would be killed on the spot. As a result no one could say that they were apart from each other at all, some could claim they weren't together 24/7 but even Maki and Kaito had to see Kokichi just come by to their training sessions with Shuichi and sit to the side to make sure he wasn't getting killed. It would be concerning if they didn't share a past as lovers that they partially remembered and if they all weren't in a killing game at that very moment. However Miu was completely willing to kill Kokichi, he was a pain and Shuichi wouldn't be able to stop her. Little did anyone realize how Shuichi was returning to his old ways, pranks became more frequent and Kokichi wasn't the only one laughing at them anymore. Gonta was highly unwilling to listen to Kokichi, but if he was backed up by Shuichi then what could say that either of them were lying?

"I've got a feeling Kokichi killed Miu!" Kaito yelled throwing his accusation out, Shuichi only shook his head, "he couldn't of. Even if he wanted to he couldn't touch Miu without being paralyzed and even if he could he didn't." he spoke messing with the bandana on his sleeve anxiously, "oh and how can you prove that Shuichi? You weren't with him the time of Miu's murder," "he was not too far away. I was just a little ahead." Kokichi said leaning forward a bit, "yeah he couldn't have had the time to kill her the way she was in the time it took me to make it back to him. Someone with stronger body strength however could,” he said tapping his fingers on his chin, Kokichi was out of the suspect list now at least to Shuichi. “like you Kaito or  Gonta maybe even Kiibo-” “you’re only saying that he is your boyfriend! Do you seriously care more about him than living?!” Kokichi’s attention turned to the ultimate mage, he was stunned at first before rage fueled him. “I would personally kill him if that was his plan! If I killed someone I’d make sure he would expose me and the rest of you live!” he screamed leaving Shuichi in a stunned silence. He would of done it if Kokichi was the culprit, he knew that he’d have no one who understood him as deeply left since the rest of DICE was dead because of how the outside world truly was. “nyeh?! You would do that?!” “Of course! He’s all I have left if he died I’d loose my shit!" he yelled tears pricking at his eyes, "it was Gonta anyway!" he yelled his calm facade falling apart at the seams. Gonta let a out a mess sputters and stutters, "y-you p-promi-ised t-to k-keep-p I-it a-a s-sec-cret f-for G-go-n-nt-ta..." Kokichi snapped his head to Gonta his expression softening, "sorry but I lied. I wasn't planning on letting you get away with it. Even though there's nothing for us to return to!"

Shuichi walked out of the trial room an arm around Kokichi's shoulders, the other sobbed being unable to stop. As they made it to the dorms everyone else was letting out shocked whispers about Kokichi's words and Gonta's blackened statis. It was becoming more and more annoying, Kokichi didn't have a plan for if his emotions took over in a jump to defend Shuichi and now they were all thinking of him as some jerk. "hey let's just go to my room and ignore them. You don't have to listen to them OK?" Shuichi whispered to him lowly, the other only nodded in response. Shuichi smiled and they made their way to the room closing the door behind them, Kokichi plopped on the bed and screamed into his palms crying. Shuichi forwned slightly and went over sitting next to him running his hand through his hair, he leaned into it slowly his screams and cries stopping and he just moved his arms around Shuichi’s waist moving his face around his stomach.

He watched as the excel  opened to reveal that he was right Kokichi was inside. He hoped out going to Shuichi hugging him, “I’m glad you didn’t try to think it was Kaito just in case you were right.” he felt tears prick at his eyes as Kokichi gave him a clown mask, “I’m sorry Shumai...I hope you can forgive me some day...” Shuichi looked at him shocked as the votes flowed in, Kokichi took his monopad putting a vote in for Shuichi. “Kichi... this-this i-isn-n’t real...” Kokichi only gave him a quick peck on the lips moving away, “It is I’m sorry...” he pulled his own mask over his face seconds before a metal claw grabs his neck and is torn away “Kichi!” Shuichi screamed running to him. “Shumai!” 

"you're saying all of this was fictional?! That nothing we remember is real?!" Shuichi yelled out tears burning on his face, he saw Kokichi get executed in front of him as he begged for them to let him go. Now to hear none of his memories of his childhood with Kokichi were even real? "oh yes! And as well your dual audition showed that you wanted this!" Tsumugi yelled a wide smile upon her lips as a video began to play on a monitor. “why would I ever-”

"hey we're #$%& and )/&%# and we’re auditioning to join danganrompa! We want to be ultimate detective and an ultimate leader of sorts!” he stared in shock as he saw someone like him and another like Kokichi speaking on the screen. “we even thought of our story line if we both get chosen, lovers to not remembering and being enemies to lovers again but the other commiting murder and dying!” he watched in shock as his look alike suggested such a thing as the other right next to him looked at him so lovingly, “we truly love danganrompa and would love to be apart of it in any way possible!” the video went out into a bundle of static Tsumugi laughed a bit before speaking again, “that’s what the real you and Kokichi said! You both wanted this!” he felt his heart tear further apart as he fell onto his knees sobbing as Tsumugi went on about despair. Than his bandana slipped off his arm he quickly snatched it holding it close looking at it to see a small purple patch embroidered in was a message.

"my beloved Shumai you are going to always be my #1 detective and you can do this. No matter what I love you that's no lie, Kichi."

It was short but it felt like he was there in some cosmic sense. He took out the letters that he had folded into his pockets to the point that sometimes when he moved it sounded like crunching paper and read them all over again.

"I think we were lovers in a past life. Maybe we were just destined to meet and become as close as we did."

"thanks for taking care of me all of those times over the years. I will always remember how kind you were to me."

"you and I got matching masks on our first year anniversary and our 5th anniversary of being together as partners in DICE. To say the least everyone knew then who we were."

"you are so sweet to me. You didn't have to let me stay with you even after I got a job at 14 but you insisted."

The more he read the more he felt Kokichi's warm embrace around him as if this was all a bad dream and he was waking up again. "those were all fiction! They don't mean a single thing-" "they are real to me! The feelings and love he put into them was real!" he yelled tearing the others from their stunned silence. "it was all scri-" "you can script words not feelings!" he put the papers together and the bandana around his neck as he spoke, "danganronpa may have been a horrible scripted nightmare but our interactions! Our feelings! Everything we went through! It was real!" he yelled holding the papers close to his chest. "we don't have to live by this nightmare! We can just not vote at all!"

The final explosion went off and they knew it was over. Everything. They had won. The killing game was done for. And danganronpa was done, they could go home. It was all OK again.

It was weeks after danganronpa had officially come to an end and they were now allowed to reunite with some of their classmates that didn't survive the game. Shuichi took a few breaths to calm himself before he stepped in, he was the last to gain the courage to go in so everyone turned to him once he made it in. "it's great to see you Shuichi," Kaede smiled at him going over to him putting a hand on his shoulder, "glad you came." her words were soft and hesitant. He only nodded fiddling with his bandana, "great to see you again too Kaede." others greeted him as he went farther into the room, he looked around a bit more before asking. “Did Kokichi come? I was hoping to see him,” he said looking around more. “yeah he came he is actually hiding behind me because he is scared that you’d hate him for what he did.” Rantaro said pointing behind himself before turning back to his conversation with Korekiyo. Shuichi moved over looking to see Kokichi curled up on himself making himself as small as he possibly could shaking a bit, “Kichi? Are you ok beloved?” he asked moving close to him reaching a hand to him, he slinked away a little bit before looking up at Shuichi. He only opened his arms offering a hug, Kokichi let tears fall as he clung onto him tightly. “I’m so happy to have you back Kichi,” he smiled as he held the other tightly. 

hope yall liked this as much as I did.

[og3-sk]

If you don't mind having a really bad boss.

[n00dlerdoodler]

I love how whenever People draw that one au where shuichi joins D. I. C. E everyone agrees he has a fricking GUN

[calciferwastaken]

Dice!AU Himiko for a discord rp with some friends :D

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A has superpowers that rely entirely on a set of dice, which they also use to let fate decide what side they help at any given time, making them heavily chaotic neutral and a wild card to work with. Person B finds a way to rig the dice and control Person A because of their reliance on their dice, but Person A starts to catch on.

[galaxybrownies]

this took so fucking long skjsdfs more of my trash self insert and the rat, in which they rule DICE together shoutout to @stereotyped-orange for staying up with me until 6 a.m. while I drew this hhhh