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@tiedobi
#𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒃𝒊: . . . writing blog for hiyoko saionji of danganronpa 2 : goodbye despair , as maligned by evangeline ( she / her , est , 21+ ).
a dissertation on : female hysteria , childhood trauma , beauty is terror , perturbing misandry , ⅋ monsters are even scarier when you've seen them afraid .
and that's all he needs to keep going. he is her lucky bamboo ; require not does he of sunlight, so long as the reflection off her eyes remains. " nooo, you don't wanna be like the soldiers there! they're all gross and mean. i think you'd know that, considering the whole japanese shtick o'yours, " spoken with a sneer that's mostly joking. if he was any more serious, he'd probably get kicked in the head ... he wouldn't like that. maybe. " regardless, yeah, 't was suuuper popular. guess it was the sweetest thing the americans could find, after they got tired of eating sushi to shōyu, hehehe. "
❝ hmm, ❞ she replies, childishly exaggerating the drawing - out of the consonant sound. ❝ maybe you're right. but it's not a shtick, you fanta - haired idiot ! ❞ pulls on his ear a bit for that one. how dare he ? ❝ i'm not gonna turn up my nose at any decent people with an appreciation for anything japanese, no matter how gross and mean they can be ! at least they have an eye for all the beauty right in front of them. ❞
Sonia was wide-eyed at the glorious spectacle which was the festival. Dressed in her very first kimono, she was positively beaming. “Thank you kindly for everything, Hiyoko.” Slender fingers reached out to hold the other’s hand. “Shall we explore? There is so much I wish to; see, understand, and experience.”
Hiyoko was not only a bodyguard but a cherished companion. One that she could rely on – in every way. “Where should we go first?”
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❝ of course, sonia - nee, ❞ she offers as a response, words thick with a sort of juvenile enthusiasm. always eager, always / desperate attempts to retain appreciation for traditional japanese aesthetics. she'll oblige, of course she does. ❝ ooh, do you want to play goldfish scooping ? i see a booth for it just over there ! ❞ points with a hand mostly sheathed by the fabric of her furisode, outstretched lithe finger revealing the location.
By まち
he yelps, like a kicked mutt, and yet there is no corner for him to scamper into. so he stands there, pride far more than swallowed as she plays with him. he's still nowhere near recovered from her onslaught of insults and ... sensations, but the reassuring measure she gave his digit is enough to make him sober out of his pity, if only for a moment. " konpeitō? i-i haven't had any since i was back in urashii ... the military men there were apparently a big fan of it. " a short pause. a quick breath. a stuttering exhale. " saionji, i ... " quietly, under his breath, " i love you. " after all of that ... ?
it is not quite a puppeteered instance of weakly - washed sympathy ——— in some ways, she loves his pathetic contagion. putty in her hands. it feels good to play into her power fantasy : that she is the untouchable one. it is safest that way. ❝ looks like i have something in common with the military men ! now hurry up before i do something worse to the rest of your fingers. piggyback ride. now. ❞ beckons for her lily - livered steed, whispering a faint i love you too into his nape as she mounts.
“Call me murderess, a glowing engine / timed to blow.”
— Safiya Sinclair, from “Portrait of Eve as the Anaconda,” Cannibal (via lifeinpoetry)
he knows better than to deny her — to deprive her of the completion of her whims. he was just hoping that she'd be a little bit kinder today. not bothering to wipe his wetted visage, he opens up his legs and parts his hands to reveal it. " c-c'mon ... please don't do this out in the halls. you know — " he hiccups a bit, and wipes his nose with the sleeve of his jumpsuit. " you know i can't help it ... saionji, " his eyes bleary and desperate, " not here ... " and so he caves into her game.
she's merciful. at least, she thinks so. such is why she gently takes one of his parted hands, bending one of his fingers back — not to cause too much pain, just a biting reminder that she was not playing around — before wrapping her petite fingers around it afterwards and giving it a soft squeeze. ❝ you're such a disgusting idiot. buuuuut, i won't be mad at you if you buy me some konpeitō. ❞
his eyes widen, and for a moment his ever-twitching digits flail upwards to reveal the tent in his jumpsuit ; the mistake likely goes unnoticed by neither the mechanic nor the dancer, and he curls his fingers in and bows his knees to protect his ' jewels ' from any impending damage. " hghhh — ! please don't do that...! y-you know i can't — saionji, please, i'll apologize for being rude and everythin'! " pleas fall out of his lips like rain, and, if a bit pitifully, it's easy to understand why his tears drip down just the same.
she notices. of course she does. she has trained herself for years to be erudite and perceptive in all changes to her environment, including those around her : the bare minimum to survive. ❝ huh ? what's this ? ❞ feigning naïveté, head goes askew. ❝ souda - nii, can i see your hand, please ? ❞ and she asked so sweetly, she even removed the toy from his skin.
he stares at her for a bit, gauging how exactly he should respond here. for a fleeting moment, it looks as though he's about to cry: his lower lip trembles and finds itself curtained by his sharpened teeth, points begging to carve holes into his mouth. would you like it if i bled for you? would you love me then? " ... yeah. y-you could do all'at, saionji. thanks for reminding me. " a surprising show of steadfastness from the mechanic, if there ever was to be one — especially considering the ' strain ' the feeling of vibration was putting on his decorum. continuing, " can you at least take that ... t-thing off of me, so i don't have to ... you know? "
❝ so you don't have to what ? ❞ innocent gossamer ; she squishes her cheek and lips with her free hand, brow cocked. the hand gripping the toy is so ruthless in its doing that taut knuckles were verging on lily - whiteness. ❝ pfft . . . if it's something pathetic and perverted, i'll break your fingers so you can't do your dumb mechanic shit anymore. ❞
" i-if i'm so disgusting, then why — why do you keep egging me on? it's like you want in my pants or something, hiy — " kazuichi may be blunt and defensive, but he's not that dumb. " s-sorry ... if i'm a dog, what does that make you? my owner? " his face shades purple with dread! and yet his hand does not dare move.
❝ what . . . ? you seriously can't be this stupid, i refuse to believe it. which is crazy, because i'm talking about you ! ❞ a pause to fill the air with scornful laughter. ❝ i egg you on to watch you squirm like the pathetic bug you are, knowing i could trample you under my feet at any moment. ❞ iconoclastic angel, victim of the devil's lurking within ; she grins. ❝ you're a mutt. a mangy mutt with no owner and no one to ever love you. ❞
She felt nothing as the blond girl took a step at herself, and didn't moved away, continuing to stay front of her cruel classmate. "And what makes you think that I wouldn't hinder your moments just by a simple strike to your cerebellum? That I wouldn't disable your limbs with a nice spinal cord injury? That i wouldn't turn even breathing into a pain by breaking your ribs?" She hisses back, her angry gaze over Hiyoko's dark one. "That i wouldn't turn you into a doll who can't even lift a finger? Wouldn't it be terrible if i mess you up so bad and painfully you wouldn't even be able, or want to stay conscious?"
❝ funny joke. ❞ closed hand moves, juvenile in nature, to rest at her temple, mocking tongue stuck against the air. ❝ you have less grace than a newborn deer. sure, you're fatter than me, but that makes you less nimble and agile than someone small and cute like me ! i'm not scared of you, tsumiki - nee, no matter how tough you wanna act ! ❞
" EUGH — saionji, d-don't do that! jesus christ, " pulling his arm away jerkily, glancing around quickly before two nervous eyes once again stare back down at her. " w-why do you even have something like this out in public ...? " a twitching hand slowly moves downwards to cover his groin.
gaze is drawn to his movement with immediacy, amber hues darkening with abhorrence. ❝ you're disgusting. ❞ an observation that does not stop her from seeking out another sliver of exposed skin, toy connecting with him once again. ❝ you're no better than a dog. ❞
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Vibrating Kokeshi
A round-headed kokeshi doll that begins to vibrate uncontrollably when you press the switch on the bottom. It looks sort of like a children’s toy, but who knows how you’re supposed to use the thing.
❝ souuuuuuuda - niiiiiiii ! ❞ juts the doll suddenly against his bare skin, smiling at the muffled vibrations.
" you watch me fall apart and never intervene, " ~ * ~ * ~
a private, divergent & selective writing of kazuichi souda. by mason.
"Pe-Petrified, huh?" Mikan repeats with a smooth and quiet voice, her gray glare against Hiyoko's sickly sweet smile as she took a step towards her. "No, i''m not petrified ei-either. B-Because you are all bark, no bi-bite, and we all know that, Hiyoko." Despite the stuttering, her face gave show nothing but confidence. She had done being the punching bag for Hiyoko.
❝ what, do you really think i'm scared to break those chubby fingers of yours ? scared of stomping on your feet 'til you can't walk ? ❞ a marked step forward, eyes malicious with a veneer of darkness. ❝ wouldn't that just be soooooo sad ? if you got so messed up that you couldn't tend to your own wounds anymore ? ❞
monomono!!
monomono machine / accepting !
Kaishi Paper “Ten-Act Poem"
Washi paper made by a first-rate craftsman. You carry it around in your pocket and use it to keep your mouth clean.
❝ oh, this is actually kinda nice . . . i might keep it, actually. someone like you wouldn't cherish it ! ❞
