The Other Day, Someone Posted About Kinger's Humanization Looking Like Coraline's Dad, And Honestly,

Touching up on my danganronpa knowledge when I came across the scene in chapter 5 where the group realizes none of them have seen Nagito in a while, and in an act that shorta surprised me, Fuyuhiko is the one who speaks up saying he tried to check on Nagito but hasn’t seen him. I could’ve seen that coming from Chiaki, Hajime, or even Sonia but the game pointing out Fuyuhiko was the one who wanted to see what was going on stuck with me

He's a responsible little guy!

Nagizuru throws a tantrum (SCP Foundation AU)

A silly thing that @draconicsparkle and I wrote together for fun. Nagizuru but he's an SCP. Please enjoy.

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It had started out as a typical day. Well, typical for this place. The SCP Foundation’s bases tended to have bizarre occurances on a daily basis.

But still, it could be relatively routine at times. And it had been shaping up to be that kind of day again. The morning and afternoon had been fine, Hajime keeping SCP-4673 company. It wasn’t hard at all. It mostly consisted of him simply being in the same room as the entity. Though there were moments of physical contact. But not enough to be annoying.

But the evening rolled around, and the two shared the consensus of not wanting to make dinner themselves. So they elected to visit the staff cafeteria. They did this on their lazy nights. So there wasn’t too much panic when Nagizuru teleported them into the room.

“Thank you. Now, let’s see what they have. Want me to grab you something while you get a table?” Hajime asked as he stepped away from the white haired man.

The always present smile widened. “That is a suitable delegation of tasks. Very well. Return to my side as swiftly as you can.” Then he disappeared. Hajime turned to get in line, ignoring the startled shouts of some of the staff who clearly hadn’t expected the Apollyon class monster to appear near them. His sudden teleportation caused some overhead light bulbs to explode, slamming into some unfortunate people in line. The shards completely dodged Hajime, who seemed unaffected by the situation. "Keep that thing away from us, will you?" someone in line yelled. Hajime had to hold back the urge to punch the guy.

Putting that temporarily out of his mind, he accepted two plates of tonight’s dinner. Large bowls of fried rice. The scent was mouthwatering and he found himself excited. He hadn’t had this in several years.

So he quickly walked over to the table Nagizuru had chosen. It was a small one near the back, away from everyone else. Not unusual, as the SCP enjoyed having all of the brunette’s attention on him.

He placed the bowls down on the table with the silverware, pulling his seat in and grabbing a fork. “It smells really good. I might even get seconds.”

He scooped up some with his fork and lifted the steaming food to his mouth. But before he was able to take the bite, he noticed the man across from him. His hair was writhing, as if it was alive. And he was glaring at the bowl in front of him. Hajime sighed and put the fork back down. “And what is the matter?”

Nagizuru glanced up at him before returning to stare at the food. “Rice… and peas.”

Hearing the displeased tone, Hajime groaned. “Again with this? Grow up and just eat them. It’s not like you are allergic or anything.”

Nagizuru’s smile was clearly more of a grimace now. “I refuse. You shouldn’t force yourself to eat repulsive food groups such as these. I shall change it for us.”

The SCP reached for the food, fingertips making contact with it. But Hajime grabbed his bowl and pulled it closer to himself. “Get off! This is mine. And I’m gonna enjoy it. Now you eat yours!”

Nagizuru let out a growl, accompanied by the sound of crackling. The pale limbs began to elongate and the entity’s form also started increasing in scale. In addition, the white hair grew longer and longer.

Several members of the foundation screamed or shouted in fear and the sound of tables and chairs being pushed away or falling were audible. Most of the people were terrified of the creature in front of them and they ran out of the room.

But not Hajime. He didn’t even bat an eye, just returning his attention to his food and picking up the fork. “Throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to eat certain things? How mature.” Hajime started eating his food, as if nothing was amiss. “Return to normal. You are surely breaking things,” he said with his mouth full of peas.

“I will not,” the SCP stated in a voice that sounded layered by dozens of others. He rearranged himself so that his body was more comfortable with the increasing size.

But the creature’s sudden growth pushed over the table they had been sitting at, both bowls of the fried rice falling and splattering onto the floor.

The sight of the food on the ground made Hajime’s patience snap. “Fine. I won’t push it anymore.” But before Nagizuru could feel any sort of victory, he turned around and began walking back to the kitchen area. “However, I intend to enjoy this meal. So I shall get another portion and go find somewhere else to eat it. Away from you so I won't have to put up with your whining.”

“What?” the distorted voice asked in a panicked tone.

Hajime raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Until you behave and fix everything you broke, I won't talk to you. AND you will need to eat the fried rice.”

He felt something clutch onto his midsection, pulling him back towards the sea of white hair. He could barely see a giant red eye peering down at him, looking far more resigned than defiant. “Okay… I’ll fix everything. And I’ll try it. So don’t leave me. Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. “Deal.” He looked back to see stunned faces staring at them, peeking through the window door. He shrugged and said:

He poked the face hidden under the white hair. “And stubborn. Now go back to how you normally are, okay? Can you do that for me?” He made sure to ask these questions in a soft tone, knowing that Nagizuru was not able to resist requests when he talked like this.

“Alright,” the SCP said, body shrinking back to how he usually appeared. Once fully human-like again, he embraced the brunette. “I’ll do anything for you, Hajime. Even… eat rice and peas.”

Hajime pet the head in a comforting way. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s fix this room back up.”

A whooshing sound occured and all the tables, chairs, and spilled food was back in perfect condition. Hajime rewarded this with a hug of his own. “Thank you.” He separated and pointed to the chair. “Now, let’s have a less chaotic meal. No more shenanigans.”

“No more shenanigans". Nagizuru repeated.

Hajime sat down and picked up his fork, the entity copying him seconds after. Before taking his first bite, he looked at Hajime's eyes with his usual smile, now looking amused.

“… for now.”

fuyuhiko birthday fic

celebrating fuyuhiko's birthday

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this is gonna be posted after his bday is over, but i finished it before 12AM so TECHNICALLY. i am on time.

i adore fuyuhiko, probably expected from my mod name. he's my favorite character in goodbye despair, i kin him so hard and i wanna kiss him all over his stupid rosy cheeks!!!! he's my fave boy ever

if this reads as a bit rushed, it is, i was actually racing the clock. i started this at like 10:30PM and finished at literally 11:59AM, i had to get it done for my bestboy

i hope you all enjoy it!!! and wish fuyu a happy birthday <3

- mod birthday boy

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🗯️ – you knew from the very beginning of your relationship that fuyuhiko wasn't one for big parties. he just wasn't used to them.

🗯️ – growing up, he never had a big birthday party with other kids. no music, no party hats, no dancing. all the other adults in his family would come over, give him his gifts, and socialize while fuyuhiko spent the rest of the day alone with peko.

🗯️ – and while most of your classmates encouraged you to throw a huge party for him, the last thing you wanted was to push him out of his comfort zone on his special day.

🗯️ – the first thing you did was get him a small notebook. it was small, brown leather covering the front and back. it was bound by an elastic band with a little golden ribbon as a placeholder.

🗯️ – you'd gotten yukizome to help you, so she asked fuyuhiko to run an errand for her that'd take a good amount of time. pick up a paper, make a lot of copies of it. simple, but time consuming.

🗯️ – this gave you time to go around the room, offering some assorted gel pens that yukizome gifted you, letting your classmates write individual notes to fuyuhiko in the first pages of the leather notebook. a bit of supervision from yukizome was needed so that no one wrote anything mean.

🗯️ – after everyone wrote their note, you all left your signatures at the very back page of the book. you'd already gotten natsumi to write a note and leave her signature that morning, as well as her friend from the reserve course.

🗯️ – yukizome skillfully stacked all of the gift boxes from your classmates behind her podium so that fuyuhiko wouldn't find them, just in time for him to come back with the papers she asked for.

🗯️ – a few of your classmates were terrible at being subtle, but it helped ease the element of surprise a bit. 

🗯️ – the day of his birthday, fuyuhiko walked in to balloons tied into the legs of his desk. to his surprise– as per yours and peko's requests– everyone was fairly calm when wishing fuyuhiko his birthday. he'd blush a bit, suck his teeth and wave them off with a dismissive, "thanks."

🗯️ – he was just as bad at being subtle though, it was easy to tell the attention was making his day and flustering him.

🗯️ – instead of starting class normally, yukizome wished fuyuhiko a happy birthday and pulled out the gifts everyone got for him. after she told everyone that it was a free day because of the special occasion, she left to go grab the cake.

🗯️ – everyone was teasing fuyuhiko alongside their birthday wishes, making him blush red and get more defensive than usual. he wasn't angry though, the way he would fight back a smile before responding to his classmates gave him away.

🗯️ – the cake was wonderfully made and decorated, thanks to teruteru. after you all sang happy birthday and fuyuhiko blew out his candles, it took a lot of convincing that there wasn't milk in the cake and there were no attempts to punk him on his birthday before he ate a piece.

🗯️ – class ended a bit after everyone finished their cake, akane taking the rest that no one ate for herself before anyone could protest. both you and fuyuhiko bid peko a farewell as he led you out of the classroom toward your dorm. fuyuhiko insisted on walking you back instead of the other way around, despite how much you insisted that it was his special day.

"so…" you started with a smile on your face, fuyuhiko looking at you and raising an eyebrow. "so?" he asked in a similar tone, almost mocking you. "did you enjoy your day, birthday boy?" you asked, taking his hand to swing them back and forth.

fuyuhiko looked away from you, head tilting downward as his gaze fell to the floor. you knew him well enough to look for the way the corners of his lips tilted upwards. "yeah.. yeah. today was nice. i already know you planned all this, so… thanks." he said, squeezing your hand softly to convey his gratitude.

"anytime, fuyuhiko." you told him sincerely, pulling him closer and leaning your head on him. "do you have enough energy for one more gift, though?" you asked, catching his attention as he raised his head to gaze at you once more. "yeah?" fuyuhiko replied, eyes roving over you to see what you could have for him.

the two of you reached your dorm, fuyuhiko moving to stand in front of you the way he always did to bid you a goodnight. you reached into the inside pocket of your blazer, pulling out the notebook. "happy birthday, fuyu." you told him softly, pushing the book into his hands. fuyuhiko examined it, turning it over in his hands before pulling the elastic band off. he flipped through it carefully, skimming the notes in the pages with softened eyes. he flipped faster through the rest of the empty ones before he landed on the last page, a genuine smile growing on his face at the signatures.

"i hope you like it," you started, nervous at his silence despite the smile on his face. "and i hope you enjoyed yourself today. the notebook wasn't expensive and the pens were yukizome-sensei's, so don't worry about repaying me. i'd do this for you any day, but i thought you'd like it especially today."

fuyuhiko merely looked up at you, and that's when you noticed the tears brimming his eyes. "aw, fuyu! don't cry!" you cooed happily, making him scoff as he scrubbed his eyes with his wrist. " 'm not crying! shut up, dammit-" he grumbled, pulling you into a tight hug. you hugged him back, squeezing him a bit and making him laugh a little.

"happy birthday, fuyu." you mumbled softly in his ear, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his cheek. fuyuhiko did the same in return, "thanks. you.. you do too much. you make me too damn happy, you idiot." he told you stubbornly, pulling away and sniffling a bit.

fuyuhiko carefully pulled the elastic band back over the book, gazing at you with a loving look in his eye, "go to bed. i'll see you tomorrow, alright?" he instructed. you nodded, grabbing your room key out of your blazer pocket and unlocking your dorm. you smiled at him as you pushed the door open, "i love you, happy birthday again."

fuyuhiko rolled his eyes fondly, "yeah yeah, love you too. thanks." he mumbled, pulling you into a kiss before lightly pushing you into your dorm. he waved at you, walking away as you closed the door.

looking down at the small notebook in his hand, fuyuhiko smiled.

happy birthday indeed.

What if Pomni seeks out comfort from Kinger bc of the last episode?? Finale !!

It is DONE !!

Everyone is so fun to draw I cannot.......... /pos

help i cannot find your previous art of the boys as cats anywhere :( its not in your art tag

Yeah the search function is much hanker than I'd remembered. Guess I gotta start tagging even my silliest doodles fanart so this stops happening

resist the sexy soup

While that episode was a pile of unfortunately on-brand MESS. Imagine remembering it.

So I’ve been Thonkin™️

I’ve been thinking over and over about writing a fic where batman gets like. suuuper injured. life threateningly injured. and a recently formed JL takes him back to the watchtower, trying to patch him up.

Meanwhile Alfred has access to the cameras and mics on the watchtower because, batcave, and he sees just how bad it is, and is just BESIDE himself. Barely restraining himself when, then, he hears a few league members not immediately tending to anything musing about who this mysterious “alfie” is that bats kept asking for as he was passing in and out of consciousness. And Alfred is just like. Okay that’s it my boy needs me.

Zetas his ass up to the watchtower, bullies the other members into letting him get into the medbay, and assists with patching batman up. Everybody is confused.

And OF COURSE he sternly states (or snarls, not sure how Unhinged With Worry I want him to be for this) “that is MY SON in there!” as he’s pushing his way into the medbay, leaving the league BAFFLED at this. Like….. batman’s…. dad?????….. like.

I love batfamily meets the justice league but I also want more ALFRED meets the justice league. Especially in the context of Overprotective Father With An Idiot Son Whom He Is Very Proud Of!

And of course, this is far before anybody knows batman’s identity. So now all they know about batman is 1: he claims to be human 2: he knows how to destroy most living creatures and 3: his dad alfie is really scary (maybe scarier than batman himself)

big chair bigger shoes to fill

Thing (NSFW) that I thought up in the shower:

Isolation Mellonear take on a case in Mexico and their headquarters are just some inconspicuous hole in the wall. But one day Mello is followed back from doing non case related activities in late afternoon. So unprepared already, the guys take out a pistol and peek through the window and the blinds and find out their target has started having hot, passionate intercouse with someone in the other room just out of earshot of the tilted window.

So, since Near looks like this

And is also wearing a mumu with bright flowers on it, they decide to not scare the unconnected to the issue whatsoever woman he must be with and get the guys back out there tomorrow.

They get there the next morning as Near & Mello are on the plane back home.

Ultimate Sneak Attack