This world belongs to Kimiko Ouma.

Kimiko Ouma. NDRV3 RP Blog. AU for Ouma's twin. Indie. Selective. Multiship. Canon-Divergent. Please read rules before interacting. Written by Kero.

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❤️ Tsukimi : 3

Shipping Meme

Send ❤️ if you ship our muses romantically.

“Is that not a thing already? Nishishi~”

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Shipping Meme

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Shipping Meme

Send ❤️ if you ship our muses romantically. Send 💋 if you ship our muses sexually. Send 💀 if you ship our muses toxically. Send 🙊 if you ship our muses platonically. Send 👿 if you hate ship our muses. Send ✌ if you poly ship ours muses with another.

Send 👎 if you don’t ship our muses at all. Send 👍 if you would like to discuss a possible ship.

[manlyronpa]

Chinese Zodiac and Zodiac signs featuring Monokuma. Feel free to tag yourselves in the tags for fun.

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I wish I had the time to do drafts but I don’t. I spent the day working on themes and graphics and I didn’t do anything university related. Boop. Now I have to write a script so it might take the rest of the evening.

But I do promise that next time I ever do drafts it’ll be on my child Kimmy cuz shes precious and needs more of my attention.

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blushing kimiko noises

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                   MANIPULATE me if you can,

go on and fool me like your BIGGEST FAN ;;

        indie • sel • multiship •  ouma kimiko • ndrv3 TWIN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE & HIGHLY HEADCANON BASED      HOME | ASK | RULES | MUSE | MUN | CREDIT                                     penned by kero 

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reiko-remon:

「希望と絶望」/ Hope and Despair

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Doki Doki with Tsukimi

“A-Ah. This? I’m not blushing. I, er, put too much make up on.” She playfully lies.

[memesforyourpleasure]

Send ‘doki doki’ if you ship my muse with your muse.

Bonus points if you tell why~

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ahhg my theme here broke. tbh I might just change all of it.

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doki doki ;3c

Send Kimiko doki doki if you ship your muse with her!

“Ah yeah, I guess I don’t mind hanging out with big guys.”

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fabricated-tantei:

But it isn’t windy.

That was a thought that cam across to Saihara’s mind but that might come across on the rude side, an impression he wouldn’t want to give to the female in front of him. Sighing, took back his hat before placing it back on his head. He got a hunch that she took it off his head swiftly but once again that was just a hunch. 

“Even so…” He mumbled, pale green eyes looking at the smaller individual with a warm smile. With an appearance like that it was clear that she focused a lot on how she appeared, it was quite unique to his eyes. “Thank you for returning it to me.”

There it was. The HIDEOUS article of clothing, back onto its righteous place. The fashionista made a DISGUSTED face immediately, shaking her head dismissively. She could not teach people to have a DECENT fashion sense, after all.

“Don’t thank me, I wouldn’t have returned it if you didn’t ask me about it.” She confessed, crossing her arms. “Although, if you really are thankful, why don’t you let me PLAY DRESS-UP with you?”

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[ starter for @checkeredscarfs​ ] 

One of Kimiko’s GUILTY PLEASURES was to infiltrate into her brother’s room, wear his clothes; his CLOAK, particularly, and walk around acting like him. She would stand up like him, copy his giggle in front of the mirror, and admire their SIMILARITIES and how she could be him if only she followed through with her diabolic plans of FRATERNAL MURDER.

Until then, her FANTASIES were fulfilled by waving the dark cloak around, shouting orders at the mirror and being a less than perfect COPYCAT. Placing Kokichi’s hat on the top of her head and her hands on her hips, she gave the mirror her best SADISTIC smile.

“I am Kokichi Ouma, Super High School Level Supreme Leader! KNEEL DOWN before me, scum! Nishishi~” She giggled, forcing her voice to sound slightly more masculine. “I rule with an IRON FIST, so you better follow my orders thoroughly!”

[bun-nanami]

Kokichi as your homecook husband

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“I wonder how many times I can kill this horse before this game collapses.”

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checkeredscarfs:

CRIES AWAKENED THE SUPREME RULER– confusion && unease settling in. He was fairly surprised– though in all fairness, he had been awakened from his slumber out of the blue due to the tears that his sibling shed. HE WAS ALWAYS IN CHARGE– looking after her; the troubles that were pinpointed on her as a child, he LIED for her benefit && took the blame instead. DUE TO LOVE– he had a responsibility to protect.

LIFTING HIS HEAD FROM UPON THE PILLOW– he narrowed his tired eyes at the female. && with the words that she spoke “ they’re in my room! “ && “ Dad is mad at me again! “ it took him little to no time at all to figure out what was upsetting her. Silent whispers erupted from his lips– “ … you’re having a nightmare”, not audible enough but spoken. HE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE MEANT; keeping herself together for her sake.

&& with a yawn, he moved the bangs that fell upon his face out of his eyes. Tugging at his shirt– blinking over && over, attempting to wake himself up enough to have a decent sit down with her && explain that she was only imagining things. Things that he himself WISHED TO FORGET.

“Kimiko-chan … “ spoken with certainty, “… they’re … not here.” Sleepiness clear in his voice, though he attempted to respond to the situation maturely. “ && they never will be.”

Legs shaking, knees trembling. The fashionista tugged the ends of her pajamas NERVOUSLY as she sniffed and cried tears filled with TRAUMA & DESPAIR. Her breath was uneasy and her heartbeat accelerated, as if she were still in the dark depths of the NIGHTMARE that brought her here in the first place -- Kimiko felt a shadow of dread embrace her from behind, her deepest childish fears coming back to life like DARK CLOUDS.

“But they-- They were there!” She repeated, despite those not being the words she was looking for. Words were SCATTERED around her mind and she couldn’t find the ones she wanted. Kimiko suddenly grabbed her head, pulling her hair and forcing her eyes shut in pain. “They are here! They’re in my head! They WON’T leave!”

Their parents could not be there physically, but their presence ECHOED deep inside of both of the children in that room. The wounds in their hearts might never heal -- obscure, metaphorical KNIFE STABS deep inside their chests.

“Ichi-nii, please-” Kimiko cried into her hands. “Please, PROTECT me!”