Jul 25, 2018
His muse has escaped me so I'm here to drop Kazuichi Souda from Danganronpa. He was housed in apartment 315.
kazuichi will be dropped!
– mod pleiades.
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His muse has escaped me so I'm here to drop Kazuichi Souda from Danganronpa. He was housed in apartment 315.
kazuichi will be dropped!
– mod pleiades.
wingedheavens > @enginefetish > thepromisedrose > miodacian
Eiji kept Ib on his back while talking with the other two. “So we’re a team, we have our name, we have our kit... Now we need to start working on beacons. Where should we go first?” He asked, looking between the two. He didn’t mind the name nor who his partners were, as long as they managed to do what was needed. “Do we have any ideas from the radar?”
Allow Me To Introduce! Team YOU JUST LOST THE GAME!
@enginefetish @thepromisedredrose @miodascian @wingedheavens
( @enginefetish ) ♥ ( X )
❝ With teeth THAT sharp, it's like you're a shark that transformed into a person. How'd you even make them look that way? It's an underground trend, isn't it? ❞
reverse! defend
non-sexual acts of dominance || not accepting
[ reverse!defend ] my muse defending yours’ reputation , dignity , or safety for them .
“shit, look out!”
ryuji originally thought most people would move out of the way of a moving train, but apparently this pink-haired dude never got the memo... the poor guy looked like a deer in headlights.
he barreled forward, slamming right into the other teen and landing in the dirt next to the track. as he waited for the train to pass, he hoisted himself off of the ‘damsel’ in distress underneath him, his own cheeks a faint pink. “uh... you good?”
It’s not polite to stare at someone else’s gun.
Sanzo’s Smith & Wesson is currently lying in pieces on a white cloth as he methodically cleans each part. In the middle of a bunch of ruins isn’t an idle spot, but it’s something that must be done regularly, besides, he’s done this in worse situations and surroundings.
Of course, the moment his gun is in pieces is the moment someone chooses to approach.
@enginefetish
@enginefetish ♡ ‘ed for a starter!
It probably wasn’t the most ideal area to undergo maintenance for her giant mech unit, but it wasn’t like a hot pink contraption would be the weirdest placed thing in the area that was candid with pieces destructed by some sort of incident. Chocolate brown eyes then catch themselves on the glint of a steel mid examination of her giant mech. She pulls herself out from underneath it, hoisting herself up and jogging toward the stranger. Only so much could be done to a damaged mech leg when she had no tools to assist in the touch-ups.
“Hey stranger who’s looking like a major role of a dynamic in-game team unit! Mind lending a hand? Or more accurately, mind lending me your wrench? I’ve got everything under control otherwise.”
@enginefetish ♡ ‘ed for a starter!
“I’m not quite sure what’s upsetting you, but I don’t think it’s good to go around with that kind of negative energy,” she notes, particularly at the mechanic’s irritated grumbling. “Do you want to go out and do something to take your mind off of it? I wouldn’t mind accompanying you!”