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ME WITH BYAKUYA TOGAMI DANGANRONPA KINDA SUCKS NOW

I’m actually kind of amazed how many people do not understand this concept

god, your art is so incredible

aaaa thank you so mucchh 😭😭 ik you're an anon but u have no idea how much this means to meeee

I'm gonna say it.

It's unhinged to assume that someone's taste in fiction equates to what they believe is moral or good, or is something they want to see or experience in real life.

That is a bonkers assumption to make.

I'm tired of humoring people with long arguments about it when the simple fact is it is a totally fucking absurd reach to accuse someone who enjoys something in fiction of being in favor of it in real life.

I'm tired of pretending like this is a legitimate position to hold-- that they should be afraid of fiction's dire influence on a reader's moral decay or that it's a sign of what the author secretly wants for realsies in real life.

concept:

aroace chuuya who comes off as really rude and flippant when it comes to people flirting with him but in reality he just does not get it and thinks the flirting person is just getting too personal and weird and rude

aroace chuuya who loves the concept of dimly lit dinner dates but like, platonic, and doesn't understand why people assume he's the flirty type because of his love of fine wine, he doesn't see the correlation

aroace chuuya with extreme sex repulsion because he values the privacy of having his body to himself so much he refuses to allow anyone else to change things or do things to it, even intimately, because he associates any sort of anything so connected to his body with the abuse of his past as an experiment even though it's not related

aroace chuuya.

devastation is when u send someone an ask which is completely unrelated to anything relating to shipping and the blog answers and tags it as proship and anti anti

in case u guys see that ask floating around somewhere just know I personally believe we should throw rocks at proshippers and bully them

Some bodies with cancer do not win the battle. U-1146 is about to see this for himself, in a wild twist of events that forces him to reconsider his entire identity, that something about him was just slightly off.

[read the full fic here! first few paragraphs under the cut]

1146 sits with his back slumped against the cold, blue-hued glass of the containment tube he was held captive in. His dark eyes are a new kind of wide, and he clutches his wounded side with his hand. Deep red cytoplasm leaked through his fingers.

He could not feel his pain. No, not the pain of his body at least- but his emotional pain was very much real.

Laying on a bed of cancer were his friends and fellow immune cells, NK cell and Killer....no, Memory T cell. They were not moving. Not even a twitch of the fingers, or the rise and fall of their breathing. Their cytoplasm made a pool beneath them, and 1146 knew they were dead. Corpses.

He couldn't let himself cry, he thought, but his eyes still defiantly leaked tears as he pounded his hands against the glass. The cancer cell just laughed at his struggling.

"Why!?" 1146 screamed, anger bubbling up like boiling water. "Why do you have to do this!?"

"It's what I deserve! Consider it payback for the last time you put an end to me without a second thought! It's necessary to see my dream to fruition, after all!"

"But-"

"No buts, my friend! Look at how far my tumor is growing! And look at you. Defenseless. Don't you think your neutrophil pals will end up the same way? If I could take those guys down," he motions to the bodies with his hand, "then surely I can do it all again. Really, it was quite easy."

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my tounge feels weird