BECOME REMARKABLE.

── because i am 🅻🅾🆅🅴🅳 by talent.

[coffeefroginc]

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[wantalents]

happy pride from bisexual icon hajime

[wantalents]

i’m on vacation so i’m probs not gonna be super active for the next week!

[entomic-a]

" alright, i get it. you don't have to keep making such a scary face, hinata - kun. " he spits out the name with ireful mockery, thinly veiled as passivity. if he were able, he'd be holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender, a proverbial white flag, disingenuous as it was. call him a sore loser. both forsaken and saved by his infernal luck.

hajime could probably sever his femoral artery and blame nagito's subsequent blood loss on his preexisting injuries. he could take advantage of his weakened lungs and limbs and shove a hospital - issue pillow over his face, blame his suffocation on hypoxia from the smoke. it would be so easy. he won't, though, because he insists on being some sort of valiant hero. maybe it makes him feel special. maybe it's some gross way he's making up for being a talentless leech. nagito wheezes a withering laugh at the thought.

" i didn't ask you to help me. " his eyes are wild — waterlogged with something swirling and murky, like a putrid swamp, depths that were bottomless. " you decided to do that all on your own. so now . . . if i die, it'll be your fault, hinata - kun. " that derisive tone makes a reappearance, his voice shaking with it. he didn't mind being some kind of sacrificial lamb — but not for someone like hajime. what a hopeless outcome that would be.

[wantalents]

                    with the way nagito talks, it almost feels like he wanted to die. well, that doesn't come as much of a surprise. he had been going on and on about how willing he was to die to be a stepping stone for the hope of people here. the only thing is that as of recently he had become antagonistic towards all of them. even if this was part of some sick ploy he volunteered himself for, hajime couldn't think of anyone who would ask nagito to be a victim for them.

                    and, even if they did, why torture him in such a cruel way? wouldn't it be better to have gotten it over quickly? and why leave him while he was still clearly alive? no... none of it made sense. damn it... it doesn't matter!

                    ‶  i know.  ″ with that, a slight hesitation. a clog in his throat. he takes a second to breath it out, feeling a slight burning sensation from the cool air he was breathing in. he wasn't one to push himself past his limits like this- running from one island to another without stopping or slowing down was one thing, but to do it holding another person...?

                    ‶  but like i said... i'm not going to let that happen- so get that through your head.  ″ that's right. no one else was going to die. it didn't matter what they had to do in order to ensure that. hajime had faith in everyone- he had hope that those remaining would all make it out of this in the end. he wasn't willing to let go of that yet.  ‶  i don't care if we have to assign a bodyguard to stand by you while you recover or what--- i'll take that role up myself if i have to.  ″

[wantalents]

was anyone gonna tell me or did i have to discover the bathhouse secret event by myself

[entomic-a]

hajime was still keeping up that ' protagonist ' act of his — something that nagito had once found endearing, full of hope — now it was almost annoying. pathetic. who did he think he was ? however . . . his own current position was infinitely more pathetic.

" i — " he's interrupted by a cough that rattles his entire body, a result of smoke inhalation, most likely. there's a dull ache in his lungs, his voice even weaker and raspier than normal. " i lost. hahaha . . . " his blood is seeping all over hajime's clothes. the sight of it blooming into his once pristine white shirt stirs some unnamable emotion, his eyes glazing over with it. why are you doing this for me ? i wouldn't do this for you . . .

if he weren't so dizzy with blood loss, he'd poke fun at the way hajime is trying to placate him with reassurances. he teeters on the border of lucidity like a pendulum; the pain vivid and insistent one moment, far away and muted the next.

" why aren't you letting anyone else come ? are you — " his chest seizes for a moment, a terrible sputter leaving his mouth. " are you thinking about finishing me off yourself ? " an aborted laugh that turns into a wheeze. " going to play it off as an accident ? "

his words are spoken cruelly — intended to hurt. not like his usual attempts to goad them into killing him. they don't carry as much bite as he'd intended, however, in this weak and vulnerable state he's in. it could almost pass as a joke.

slumping against him feels like an admission of defeat. his extremities are overcome with an empty, permeating cold. he doesn't think he could move them if he tried. " some hero you are. "

[wantalents]

                    there's a look of pure determination on his face- staring forward as he continues onward without hesitation. as the other speaks, his brows furrow slightly, but he doesn't lose his resolve. nagito lost? more cryptic nonsense... but regardless of how he sees it, hajime views it in the opposite way.

                    how LUCKY nagito was to have lived through this. how LUCKY he was for the sprinklers to have activated. how LUCKY he was that they had made it on time. truly he was deserving of his title.

                    ‶  cut it out already.  ″ it comes out harshly. he was starting to get used to this attitude from him, but it didn't mean it wasn't completely inappropriate. infuriating... can't he see that he's trying to help him? you'd think at a time like this he might be at least a little grateful.

                    he's sure a few days ago... he would've been. just what had he found out? what had changed? there was no use in wondering right now, but the questions still danced through his mind. he just didn't understand nagito. at this point, he doubted that he ever would.

                    ‶  i'm not going to kill you.  ″ crossing the bridge to the central island, his words come out with conviction. there was not a single sliver of ill intent within him. any unsteadiness in his words came from attempting to talk while running. as well as... something he can't quite place. an uncomfortable, churning feeling in his stomach that won't go away. he felt sick. more sick than he usually felt when witnessing one of these bloody scenes.  ‶  i-i just want to make sure you're safe. don't accuse me of that kind of thing- are you even listening to yourself?!  ″

[cloacer]

why is kissing someone while they’re angry considered cute. if i was in an argument with someone and they kissed me i’d probably knee them in the crotch

[ohisms]

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

[entomic-a]

it wasn't supposed to go like this.

it is a sentiment he is intimately familiar with. fortune and misfortune alike — they hung above his head, clawed and clung at his back like some sort of obsessive lover. lost dogs, hijacked planes, lottery tickets. serial killers, acceptance letters, terminal illnesses. regardless of the faith he held, when it came down to it, it was all out of his hands. it had always been out of his hands. the sabotaged bottle was the only one that didn't break. what were the chances of that ? a manic smile spreads under the tape. he knows he shouldn't be smiling at a time like this, but it's just so funny. it's so funny he could cry.

they're all here, just like they'd been instructed to be. they're all looking at the shameful display of his would - be corpse. of his failure. hajime must think the fresh wave of tears welling in his eyes are from fear — or even more absurdly — relief. would he be disgusted to know how hysteric this all was to him ? not that it mattered what someone like him thought.

when the tape is removed, the remnants of his frenzied laughter spill out, but they're eerily similar to breathless sobs. a terrible cacophony of indecipherable noise, rasping through his exhausted lungs seemingly without end.

" it was . . . hahahaha . . . ahahahahahaha ! "

someone had removed the chord to the hanging spear from his hand. his fingers flex around the empty space mournfully. this really was quite embarrassing. " i . . . " nagito wheezes with great effort. it was becoming difficult to speak. perhaps it was the blood loss beginning to catch up with him. " you're . . . hahaha . . . ! "

[wantalents]

                    it was no use trying to question him like this. he can't really tell what nagito is feeling. to hajime, the hysterical laughter reads more like pained crying. seeing the state his body is in, he can't imagine it as anything else, despite the way nagito has been acting throughout this game.

                    this seemed less like an attempted murder and more like someone had tortured him and left him here. whether the culprit intended for nagito to die, however, hajime didn't know. nor was he thinking about finding out.

                    no, hajime couldn't bring himself to start investigating at this point in time. if he were dead, the threat of a class trial would spur him onward to look for clues, but in this moment he could only feel himself being spurred on by his raw, in-the-moment gut reactions.

                    someone did this. could one of his friends really be so cruel? with how much they all hated nagito, suspected him, it wasn't difficult to believe. he didn't know who, though. it was impossible to figure out who. and... he didn't need to figure it out. nagito could tell them. that's right- there was no need to think about it. they just had to make sure nagito made it out of this.

                    ‶  shit...  ″ the curse word slips from his lips, panic reverberating throughout his entire being. they needed to get him to the hospital. right now. ‶  hang on- you're going to be okay.  ″

                    turning to face his peers who were both attempting to help, investigate, and were in shock just as he was--- hajime raises his voice, making a clear cut decision in the confusion.  ‶  EVERYONE BACK UP! i'm taking him to the hospital- nobody else touch him!  ″

                    there was something almost... protective in his tone. it would surprise him if he weren't so hellbent on ensuring the other lived through this. their nurse was no longer with them, but they'd have to make do. without even thinking twice about it, hajime moves to take nagito into his arms.

                    he didn't know the appropriate way to carry someone in this situation, so he just goes for the easiest option. an arm under the knees and one behind the other boy's back- bridal style. he worried slightly for the pain this might inflict, but it would be impossible to move him without any pain. he couldn't be concerned about that right now.

                    ‶  OUT OF MY WAY!!  ″ hajime once again instructs everyone to steer clear as he bolts out of the building- towards the bridge to the central island- he had to get to the second island as quickly as possible. there wasn't a second to waste. he was by no means a typically strong or athletic person- akane would be better suited to something like this- but that didn't cross his mind. it was probably better she wasn't carrying nagito, given how violent she'd been with him last time they saw him in person.

                    regardless of his usual skill, adrenaline really did push you beyond your limits.  ‶  d-don't worry, komaeda, i'm... i'm not going to let you die!  ″ despite everything he's done, despite everything he's said, nagito didn't deserve to die in hajime's eyes. none of them did! he didn't want anyone else to die! and they weren't going to as long as he had any say in it!

[wantalents]

someone needs to remind me to write a meta about how izuru felt about junko’s death later bc i have so many thoughts about his thoughts about her

[voidfell]

You're on your own, kid. You always have been. What would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure.

Multifandom Multimuse penned by Zak.

[wantalents]

plotting/relationship call!

[wantalents]

                    finally, the sprinklers activated, showering down and dousing the flames they had previously tried to put out themselves. it was a shame their efforts hadn't worked, but there was no time to think about that now.

                    ignoring the blaring music, ignoring everything in their way, hajime ran towards the back of the room. his heart was pounding, anxiety welling up inside of him. he had no clue what was waiting for him beyond that burnt curtain, but he was about to find out soon enough.

                    before he could even ponder the possibilities, a shocking scene is displayed before him. @untalents, bloodied- knife stabbed through one hand while the other was gripped around a whip. hajime doesn't bother following it upwards, because after noticing the cruelty of the scene... he notices one more thing.

                    movement. of his chest- of his eyes- of his head. he was alive. badly wounded, but alive. there's no time for him to ask why. even after all the threats, the turnaround, the strange way the lucky student had been acting... he was still one of them. he was still trapped in this game just as the rest of them were. and clearly he had been attacked.

                    ‶  komaeda!!!  ″ the talentless reserve student rushes to his side, crashing to his knees. he tears the duct tape from his mouth in a panic. emotions so strong welling up inside him that it causes his eyes to water. his stomach churns with emotion- ones he can't even fully place.

                    he can hear his fellow classmates yelling, questioning, but it falls on deaf ears for the time being. he's barely able to process that some of them are helping. attempting to safely remove the whip from his hand- to save him from the spear on the ceiling. others untying his legs.

                    ‶  wh-what happened?! who did this?!  ″

[entomic-a]

he does not move a muscle. it's almost as if he's trapped where he's standing, held there by izuru's gaze like a taxidermied butterfly. ah, nagito has already bored him and lost his novelty at this pseudo - target practice of theirs. what a despairing thought. the blood slides down his cheek warmly. " ah . . . how troubling. i'm a bit anemic, you know ? "

[wantalents]

                    ‶  ... is that so?  ″ disinterested in his previous activity, he now approaches nagito. step by step, with little urgency. he does not anticipate the other moving away from him. he was boring... predictable... there were no surprises when the two of them interacted.

                    one hand rests around the other's neck, the other by the cheek. thumb brushing against the blood that had trickled down the other's sickly, pale skin. it stains the skin such a bright, warm color. eye-catching yet unremarkable all at the same time.  ‶  it is not deep. you have no reason to complain.  ″ it will likely take a while for the bleeding to stop, though. a bandage would be good, although izuru has no motivation to fetch one.

[wantalents]

me implying izuru fell for a "deez nuts" joke JUST ONCE cracks me up

[hxpelessnurse]

You find a Mikan sleeping peacefully. What will you do?

[wantalents]

                    he puts a blanket over her. sleep well, tsumiki.

[zeenmrala]

Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral

1. “Let me see those eyes.”

2. “Open your mouth for me.”

3. “Please kiss me.”

4. “Use your words.”

5. “Tell me what you want.”

6. “You look so good beneath me.” 

7. “You can take it.”

8. “I can take it.”

9. “You take me so well.”

10. “Spread your legs wider.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

12. “Keep your eyes on me.”

13. “Touch yourself.”

14. “Do you want my fingers?”

15. “I can’t get enough of you.”

16. “You taste so good.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

18. “Swallow.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

22. “Show me how much you need me.”

23. “Say my name.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

27. “Do you think you deserve this?”

28. “I want to have my way with you.”

29. “Touch me there. Right there.”

30. “I will never get enough of you.”