Sometimes I think about how Kaito and Kokichi had the shared unique experience of being two people who knew they only had a limited time to live (Kokichi and the poison/Kaito with his illness.)
I think as he lived through his last hours, Kokichi probably would've felt some sort of respect towards Kaito for being able to live passionately despite knowing he wasn't going to live life as long as everyone else. Vice versa, really. I think Kaito also would've felt some respect towards Kokichi for wanting to make the most of what little time he had left, even if that was designing and carrying out his own demise.
Only they both knew what it was like to live life knowing the end was close, and they both embraced that instead of fearing it. I think that might be why Kaito was so willing to work with Kokichi even though he hated him. Kokichi, although briefly, knew he was racing against time, and still fought for something he cared about (ending the killing game.)
I also love that they both got to go out their own ways after being doomed to die. (Kokichi and the hydraulic press and Kaito passing because of his illness and not Monokuma's punishment. Their deaths felt like a middle finger to Monokuma personally, and I love that for them.) They were denied the right to live long lives, but they made damn sure they went out with a bang.
(I also think about how easily Kokichi could've saved himself but instead gave Kaito the antidote. Maybe that was another reason why Kaito decided to help him carry out his plan. Kokichi knew Kaito was dying, but still decided he should be the one who got to live. I don't think Kokichi saw Kaito's illness as a weakness. After all, his reasoning to give Kaito the antidote was so he could blackmail Kaito using Maki. Kaito's illness wasn't something Kokichi ever saw as a hindrance or factor (from what I can remember.) Kokichi just saw Kaito as someone capable of carrying out his plan.)
I can totally see kokichi messing around w pronouns n shit but i absolutely adore my headcanon of him being genderfluid HELP
I'm convinced you can throw Kokichi into any trio and he can make it work
We survived by a miracle. One moment stood between us and death—an explosion, a violent shake, and part of our ceiling collapsing above us. Through the dust and rubble, we realized we were still breathing. We ran outside in terror, only to find our neighbors buried under debris, screams filling the streets.
We don’t know how we’ll survive this. Food is scarce, water is running out, and fear never leaves us. Any help, no matter how small, can save lives. Don’t leave us alone.
Please donate—no food, water, or medicine in Gaza.
Images: Hossam sent us images of what his family's tent looks like today after violent airstrikes in Gaza last night (03/17/2025).
Video: to further prove the validity of Hossam's story, we have included an Al Jazeera news report that Hossam sent to us, in which he briefly appears (at the 0:48 mark)
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Story written by @rumiandroses
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and this is my story.
I grew up in Gaza, a place that was once full of life. I had dreams, hopes, and a deep love for my home. But in a matter of months, everything changed. I lost my home. I lost my sense of security. I lost people I loved more than anything in the world. 💔
People often talk about strength like it’s something you can see—something loud, something powerful. But I’ve learned that true strength is often quiet.
Strength is waking up every morning when you don’t know what the day will bring. Strength is carrying the memories of those you’ve lost, while still choosing to move forward. Strength is believing in a better tomorrow, even when today feels impossible.
I don’t share my story for sympathy. I share it because I know that there is still kindness in this world. I still believe in people, in love, in hope. And I know that no matter what happens, I will keep going. Because that’s what strength really is.
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
Some of these drawings are rlly old but idc 😭 I'll just dump everything in a little messy pile
Recent Aggie doodles with the bestie @zanenidroin0
Oooof and the last one is from 2023 I beleive ? Back when I was still emo and listening to Mother Mother (I still am) 😔
DRV3 if it was peak
I'm just reposting stuff from my insta bc i don't have time to draw new stuff
"im gonna lock in in school!!"
My takemichi pencil case:
you guys get this before tiktok because im scared of them. dont pay attention to the quality i dont want to talk about the quality.
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