Hello Please Reblog This If You’re Okay With People Sending You Random Asks To Get To Know You Better

"My child is perfectly fine" Your child imagines themselves in fictional universes being friends with their favourite characters as a coping mechanism, but simultaneously doubts whether they'd actually get along with them cause they're used to rejection, thus, feels guilty for wasting their time instead of being productive and working on their missing assignments, however, they can't function without practicing their personal form of escapism and if they don't allow themselves to daydream they become deeply depressed and anxious, which is why they continue doing so, even though they know they'll regret it later on, but they can't ask for help because that would mean admitting that they're a failure and disappointment and they know they can't escape the vicious cycle, secretly wishing they could just forever leave this realm of eternal pain resulting of the idealistic, capitalistic society that gradually contributes to the destruction of the planet, hence, dooming the entire population and making us work until our inevitable death due to the consequences of climate change and our own stupidity.

Couldnt hurt to try :)

funky asks

arcade: what color are your socks?

crop top: what is your least favorite word?

glow sticks: are you into witchcraft?

stereo: do you have a favorite drink?

holographic: indoor or outdoor malls?

silly string: do you play an instrument? is their anything you’d like to play?

blackberries: what’s your favorite album from the 2000s?

picnic baskets: what’s your favorite picture book?

bold: favorite font?

platform shoes: what would your dream roller coaster be?

paper crowns: if you were a color, what color would you be?

vinyl: what’s your favorite scent?

glitter: what’s a good memory from primary school?

silly bands: what’s your favorite plant?

neon: friendship bracelets?

loud: shells or sea glass?

sunflower: what makes you nostalgic?

boots: what was your favorite show as a kid?

springs: what’s your favorite material?

whiteboards: old book smell or new book smell?

pop tarts: what’s your favorite weird drink or food combo?

sequins: how do you name playlists?

lamps: what type of clothes do you like to wear?

old cars: what’s the most fun word you know?

hats: what do you like to do in cities?

Alright, I'd like to know your guys' thoughts.

I've been thinking about writing for other games/anime that I'm interested in, as well.

Should I just change my theme/name a little to reflect that and write them here too, or make this my danganronpa specific writing blog, and make a different one for my other interests?

I am especially thinking about it, because I tend to rotate my current interest/obsession. 99% of the time they come back around, I just dont indulge in that content much during that time. Right now is one of those cases.

I will still write for Danganronpa, just not as much right now because of the Interest Wheel(tm).

Guys, Gals, Nonbinary Pals, and everyone alike:

May I present to you, the reason I'm currently screaming?

There's no way this isn't canon

nao probably uses a lot of emoticons while texsting (❁´◡`❁) she prob spells a few things wrong bjut thas bc she types really frantically and fast <333

reko types semi aggressively and straight to the point but it always lacks grammar and punctuation

she also sends a lot of texts in a row

because she cant make up her mind

❤Happy Birthday to my choi boy!!

感谢mm.

And then I act like it'll come immidiately even though I know it wont-

<good night>

it’s cuddle time 

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

"I tried to be like a father to you, Luciel." V's eyes, more cloudy with each passing day, are sad.

Saeyoung's eyes, in contrast, are hard and cold. He hopes that V has enough sight left to see the hatred in them, blazing like hellfire. He feels a sort of twisted satisfaction that it could be the last thing he sees with those once oh-so-honest eyes.

"Well," Saeyoung says, "we both know I've never had much luck with fathers."