@trinitytalents said: “shh, you’re okay.” (rng time with Wakana :P)
My muse is woken up from a particularly vivid and terrifying nightmare. Send “shh, you’re okay.” to calm and comfort them. ll Accepting
First step, silence...
Her feet are as light as feathers as she moved towards her target, producing so little sound that her approach was virtually inaudible.
Second step, infinite suffering -
Metal slices through flesh like a hot knife through butter, plunging into the unsuspecting fighter’s back before she had a chance to react.
Third step, a sword absolute!
She didn't give her a moment so much as to scream - before one could even blink, her sword has already pierced two more vital points in the shoulders, severing the major arteries.
One, two three-! Mumyou, Sandanzuki!
Precise. Disciplined. Perfect. The likes of which brings the police officer a great sense of pride and satisfaction. The only thing it couldn’t be was clean - the pressure of the still pumping heart of her target splattering blood on the floorboards and her uniform.
It’s a primal pleasure, to take a man’s life like this. Yet only as she sheathes her sword in its place does she consider once again who she had targeted to begin with. The person who’s head she was sent to collect. Who was it again -?
Her head tilts in curiosity as life fades from the body of the rapidly dying woman, only to realize she’d seen this face plenty of times before.
That’s right. It was hers.
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She’s choking. Waking up with a gasp and a harsh cough that splutters the blood that had built up in her mouth while she was asleep. A raw terror had overcome her, breaths rapid and heavy.
She reached up to massage her raw throat, trying her best to stabilize her desperate gasps for air.
Hold it together. Hold it together-!
She tells herself, tears in the corner of her eyes, limbs trembling. She coughs and coughs, clearing everything that had built up in the back of her airways. With this panic, it’s the only thing she can do to be able to breathe. She didn’t want to think about the implications of everything she’d just seen in her dream, nor how monstrous she had looked in it. It would only make things worse when she could already see her vision was starting to narrow, as she knelt on her bedding, not finding the strength to get to her knees.
But - was that someone there ? She couldn’t recognize the face.
“I....I’m sorry...” she wheezes, free hand clutching her chest as she caught her breath again “I...I’ve ruined these sheets with all this blood...”
@trinitytalents liked for - { sc } ! (for Helena!)
“Helena-san...!” Shuichi calls out to her when he sees further up ahead down the hall. Once he got her attention, he runs up to her with a small jog before stopping. “Hello, sorry for suddenly calling out to you like this. I um... was curious about something and wanted to ask you! I’m sure you must’ve before, but have you ever made those bookmarks with pressed flowers on them?”
He bashfully dart his eyes away, twiddling his fingers as he continues. “I’ve seen pictures of them before and they look very pretty... and being someone who loves to read a lot, I would love to have to use with any book I’m reading. Though, I’ve never made a flower pressed bookmark myself, so I was wondering... is it okay to ask you to show me how to make one? I-I thought... someone whose talent is flower arranging, would be able to show me much better than just looking up a website or something...”
He looks back at her, flailing his hands a bit. “A-Ah, but only if you want to, of course! I will completely understand if you’re too busy or don’t want to! Or if you do, then I’ll definitely repay you back however way I can as thanks...!”
(ultimxte-despxir-club for that positivity thingy)
more positivity time with karla!! :3
special edition: @ultimxte-despxir-club
MY WIFE.
SYLVIA.
okay.
this might be longer than others but it’s bc i know her best out of everyone here and i apologize for that
buuuut
ok. my wife? is one of the best writers i’ve ever known. and no, that is not my bias talking >w> i’ve known her since, ah... 2017??? i think? somewhere around then we met, i know that, and we were both in the undertale rpc. she was muffet, and i started out as an oc and then picked up toriel. and like. from day 1 of us writing together. it was like a match made in heaven. and even now, of course, she’s still my best friend. x3 and she’s the woman i’m gonna marry officially (bc can you believe it, we’re not actually legally married but we just say we’re wives bc it feels nice :3)!! we officially got engaged last year!! it was great!! well. it could’ve been better since, ya know, The Current State of the World™ at the time prevented us from doing anything super big but. whatever.
anyway. she is absolute quality. and i’ve thought so from day 1. the way she writes is brilliant, the way she captures all her muses is brilliant, the way she’s so. charismatic is brilliant, she’s just absolutely brilliant!! and like. there are so many more great things about her but if i were to point out all of them, i’d probably hit the length limit on this ask and nobody wants that ahaha.
if you’re looking for an absolutely wonderful writing partner, look no further than sylvie, because she’s amazing. x3 she’s also the one who introduced me to danganronpa!! so i probably wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for her.
i mean. at this point, i really wouldn’t be here all around if it wasn’t for her. not just in the rpc but. in life itself.
i love her so much. and i wish i could help her see that she’s great. but. ya know. dysphoria and bad mental states get in the way of that sometimes.
but she’s great. she’s beautiful. she’s amazing. she’s truly a wonderful person. and she’s my soulmate :3
Celeste bristles at the response, but her expression remains cool and politely curious. She does, however, feign a moment of shock when she’s asked about her real identity.
‘I’m afraid I don’t quite understand you,’ she says. ‘My name is Celestia Ludenberg. And, if I might add, I hardly see why it’s any concern of yours to begin with.’
She’s not the first person to ask such a question, and Celeste feels a deep-seated spark of rage every time. The question brings up memories of her parents, who she’s done her very best to cut ties with. It also stirs up an even more unpleasant feeling: fear. Fear that someone will go rooting around in her personal records and discover she has a half-brother attending this very school, just a year above her. And if they discovered him, odd creature that he is, all her hard work would be undone.
None of this shows on her face, as she continues to smile placidly at the Super Highschool Level Psychoanalyst. Not even thrown off guard by the strange follow-up question. Misdirection, she surmises. Child’s play.
‘I am indeed. I’m afraid no one ever quite matches up to my high standards.’
🎭 - “And why should I let my actors have which roles they play be limited by their gender or look?”
Though the other student may not have directly criticized her, Misato would take the question as one either way. While she did sometimes question her own unique methods of casting - she would never take it away from all those who’d thrived in her choices.
“The Greeks did not allow women to play the parts in their plays, ...believing they weren’t meant for such such powerful positions as that of an actor. Or are you saying you’re afraid of the power of the stage...?”
Kokichi very much enjoys cartoons, so he’s probably seen a lot of “cartoon” movies as a kid. Though as he’s grown, Kokichi finds himself more into comics and manga than cartoons, as he is a faster reader than most, and he can read the plots far quicker than if he were to watch a movie. No, he’s not just a manga elitist, he swears--
Kokichi in his main verse (being the Twins AU verse) probably is most nostalgic by the movies he watched with @rainlilygarden‘s muse, Kurochi, when they were younger.
In verses where Kurochi has died, however, Kokichi can’t stand most of his childhood interests, for they bring up the significant loneliness and grief he can’t ever get over. He actively avoids things that would give people nostalgia in these verses for that reason. Anything from before he was twelve is off limits.
