#monokumi

[fantazist]

I’ve been in this fandom for years, and I’ve never come across this ship before... Well, folks, times change, people grow up, and Monokuma / Monomi are just getting more attractive. 🐻🐰

[vivuz]

It's been so loooong 🐻🐰

[milkymilkshake11037]

ok so, here are my main ships i ship;

saiouma, monokumi, shiromatsu, komahina, harumota, naegiri, ishimondo, bandaid, kuzupeko, and a whole lot more TvT

i am a multi shipper and im fine with any ship that is non-toxic and 

-N O T  P E D O P H I L I A-

[missfraise]

14/12: Monokumi 

[hadeanic]

Chapter One | In Truth, I Just Don’t Care To Know

Monokumi sits atop one of the soft, foam blocks in the hub, swinging her legs off the side rather childishly. She perks up as more of you enter the room.

“Hi hiiii!” she drawls. “So, by now, you’ve surely noticed this big ol’ thing by my side, right?”

She motions, and sure enough, there is a big ol’ thing by her side. More specifically, a large domed tent of some sort. There seems to be a tunnel entrance and exit, or two entrances or two exits; depends on one’s perspective.

“It’s a bit early on, but I figured, ‘why not give them a memory motive’, right? I think it’s always super interesting, and everyone loves motives where tasty lil’ unique nuggets of info are let out, right?”

“Sooooo, that’s what this is. Everyone only gets one memory, but it’s one from those two years that you lost! And, like, it’s definitely a real memory - cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“‘What’s the memory about’, you may ask? Well… it may or may not have something to do with another one of your classmates. Wouldn’t that be nice? To take a glimpse at your daily life with them, a life you don’t even remember having?”

“I dunno, man. I said ‘may or may not’, after all, so I could be joshing all of you. Buuuut I find memories simply surmising you missing your family or something to be kinda boring, ya know? Eeeeveryone knows how those turn out.”

“You don’t have to go get your memory, but to get them, you have to step into here.” She motions at the tent. “It’s one hundred percent Monokumi certified safe, I promise!”

“That’s all! It’s a bit of a shorter presentation today, but I hope you all enjoyed it, yeah?”

With that, she teleports away, leaving you all with the tent and a dark question: was whatever memory being offered here one you wished to learn about?

Was Pandora’s Box worth opening up?

[vivuz]

"Che idea"

"Ma quale idea! Lo vedi che lei non ci sta?"

Italian song that popped in my head while working on this hihihihih MONOKUMIIIIIII

[hadeanic]

Chapter One | Class Reporting

To be succinct, the hours since Monokumi’s appearance have been nothing short of surreal. It had to be a joke, right? The sort of scenario where teens get trapped in a killing game, not to mention one full of princes and princesses corrupted and a… Super Evil Demon God prancing her way in… that couldn’t be a reality you lived in, right?

But whether her voice interrupts your sleep or takes you out of a daydream, Monokumi’s digitized voice crackles through loudspeakers.

“Lessee, lessee… okay, we’re rockin’ and rollin’ this loudspeaker system!! I’m not that out of touch with the youths’ technology of today, umu!”

You hear another voice in the background before recognizing it vaguely as Monokuma’s. Whatever he said, Monokumi has a clear response to after a quick chortle from her.

“Ah, you’re going to kill your sister, you wee bastards--”

“Aaaanyways, umu umu, it’s time for your special surprise, all those not-so-wee bastards out there! If y’all could make your way over to the main hub area, that’d be pretty swagalicious, you know?”

“...that isn’t a request, by the by.”

With that, the loudspeakers crackle off. The time is roughly nine in the morning, more than one full day since the incident yesterday. If the gods above wished to give you long-lasting peace, you doubt this is their sign.

[hadeanic]

Prologue | If the Bird Won’t Sing

( tw: stabbing, blood )

“Please wait a minute!”

Before this mystery woman could finish her piece and disappear entirely, one of the students in your ranks calls out. He begins to push his way through your assembled group, yelling out in a voice louder than what seems to fit his general aura and amount of presence.

What he yells out isn’t words but instead just a warning cry, and the unassuming looking young man does the least unassuming thing he could in this scenario: he charges forth, reeling his hand back for a punch but it never connects.

Monokumi swiftly dodges it, and though Haruto prepares himself to continue his assault, it never reaches step two.

“....!”

It happens faster than you could even begin to register it. Monokuma has recovered, risen up off the ground and gripping the hilt of his sword, striking the teenager in the lower part of his back. His blade is lodged there for a few moments before the child removes it, inviting a spray of blood in its exit.

Haruto drops to the ground, and Monokuma takes out a kerchief to wipe the blood off of his weapon before sheathing it.