As Someone Who Likes To Take Things A Bit Too Seriously, What Would Happen If This Occurred In A Danganronpa

woke up and saw this on my tumble, so my turn!

both me and my brother are autistic and have similar symptoms. We also have this really weird stimming thing that we both do. Basically we walk around (usually outside) and talk to ourselves like we’re narrating a story or fanfiction. We tell ourselves stories and narrate dialogue about our favorite games, tv shows, etc.. I personally like to be alone when I narrate to myself, so there have been times where I’ve told my brother to go away because im talking to myself. If this is a specific autistic trait, I’d love to learn more!

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My danganronpa looks weird......

Ms paint doodles down below + death order (decided by a wheel)

Haha dangenrenpers au

Reblogs arent necessary but greatly appreciated!

V3 au where everything is the same but maki is a feral crow

I’m playing The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles and have gotten to Ep. 5. Here are my predictions:

‘Benedict’ (if that’s really his name) will be murdered, and Gina will be the prime suspect.

I can hear the chaos unfolding already. ✨😊✨

Solitary Balemoon in a Sky of Fading Stars

"Fate grants favors to no one. Only those who would fight it with every ounce of their being may earn the right to challenge it."

— Pierro, "The Jester"

◆ Name: Arlecchino

◆ Title: Dire Balemoon

◆ Head of the House of the Hearth

◆ Vision: Pyro

◆ Constellation: Ignis Purgatorius

To this day, Arlecchino still recalls that night when she was first appointed as a Harbinger.

Up the stairs and down the long gallery, with naught to see through the windows but a world of ice and snow without end.

The biting wind wailed loudly, now as mirthful laughter, now as somber farewell—

With a start, Arlecchino came to, the hallucinations of her memory mingling with the sounds of real-life conversation that surrounded her.

The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room, and its red light glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. If some uninformed passerby were to stumble in at this precise moment, they would surely mistake the scene before them for that of an ordinary, happy family.

But just as Arlecchino raised her steaming cup to take a sip of scalding-hot black tea, the clock began to chime — and within an instant, the laughter and cheer that filled the room were banished. The flames flickered so that for a moment the light faltered, the faces of all present cast in somber expression.

Placing her cup back down, Arlecchino stood up, and in a calm, measured tone, called out several names:

"Chapleau, you're with Lyney. Retrieve the required intelligence. Foltz, you and Filliol are on guard duty. Stay back and tend to the Hearth..."

"Yes, 'Father.'"

Without a redundant syllable, nor a hint of hesitation, they answered as one.

Not long after, the fire had dwindled and the house fallen utterly silent, with nothing to be seen but a single shaft of infiltrating moonlight, peeking through a gap in the curtains upon a cup of gradually cooling tea.

I drew him as a boss xd

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?