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EDIT: This is not recent. I have this up for me memory purposes only, and I will not be writing anymore. I am very sorry for the inconvenience! ———————————————————————Hello, I’m Mikan-Angie! I’ll be writing imagines, head cannons and one shots for Danganronpa rare pairs and Danganronpa x Reader. You can put in requests and I’ll write them to the best of my abilities! (Side note: Sorry but I will only be writing character x character for rare pairs. Reader x character can be any character as long as they aren’t the ones below! I also write poly ships.) I’ve been writing fanfiction for a long time, but this is my first time doing it so publicly so feel free to give me feedback! Also please keep in mind that I will be busy so it might take me a bit to write it.

Characters I don’t do for reader x character:

-Pregame

-H@ji

-WoH

-Sayaka (I don’t think I can write her well but I’m trying to improve)

-Izuru

-Komaru

-Kaede

-D3 Characters (anime)

-Akane

Characters I don’t do for character x character:

-H@ji

-Hiyoko

-Hifumi

-WoH

-Pregame

-Teruteru

-Izuru

-Komaru

-Akane

-D3 characters

What I don’t do:

Sm*t

Ped0ph¡li@

R@*e

Kinks

Just s3x in general/NSFW

T0xic relationships

Billie Bust Up Bandaid Headcanons

It came to me in the middle of writing fanfics.

Billie

Billie keeps those big tan bandaids that are usually in a square shape. Being so adventurous and rough makes them get bruises and cut a lot, usually more than just a simple prick. Therefore she’d carry around those heavy duty bandaids, even if it’s a relatively small cut, just because she thinks it makes her look much cooler.

Aristotle

Aristotle for sure has the bandaids you’d get at a doctors office. They might have patterns on them, or small characters, or just some sort of overall appeal design that makes them pop! They have normal ones as well, of course, but Aristotle personally prefers these cuter ones. Sometimes they may accidentally cut themself while prepping food so he likes to distract himself from the blood by looking at the characters or design instead. Besides, who doesn’t love cute patterns on bandaids? Absolutely loves to help patch others up with them if they can.

Barnaby

Barnaby barely has bandages, he has all out gauze. Being dead and all she can’t actually bleed or be bruised, since that requires a physical form, but she’s seen Barnaboos who suffered from injury upon death and helps them with that! For example, she might wrap up a beheaded ghosts neck in gauze either as a symbol of their death or an accessory, or maybe they’ll simply just play around with it because it’s fun! It’s also very wrappable! What isn’t there to love!

Fantoccio

Fantoccio has basic ass bandaids. He will use them on himself, but moreso for enjoyment I presume? Unlike Barnaby, he can bleed, but given that it’s sap it’s very likely a bandaid wouldn’t hold it and it’s better to use something else instead. The bandaids were just left behind the theatre, so he will sometimes use them to fix props or just to add something to a characters costume to show they are a fighter. He has some just in case one of his many numerous hundreds of thousands of guests get injuries as well!

Dutch

Dutch also has regular bandaids, but he additionally has those super special and specific ones that you need instructions to put on. Like the knuckle bandaids, the heel bandaids, the finger ones, all of them. He just likes to show off how rich he is by doing that because honestly nobody uses those stupid specialized bandaids because they are too hard to figure out. >:(

Elaine

Elaine has a mixture of large bandaids like Billie and cute ones like Aristotle. Large ones for herself, but most of her crew likes cute things so she lets them use those bandaids. From time to time, she may also indulge herself in a little butterfly sticker on her wrist! Bring it up and you’ll lose your own though.

Bonus: Scrimshaw

This guy raw dogs it, absolutely nothing. Not even disinfectant. If the world wants him to die of infection, then it can try!

Hello everyone, It’s been a awhile, hasn’t it? This won’t be a story, so sorry if you thought it was. This is more of a personal update, so if you don’t want to read this that’s alright. I promise I’ll be writing some more requests soon though!

Okay, so I’ve been very busy in real life trying to balance out summer projects and getting summer jobs. I won’t be as active on here as before in terms of writing, but I will still write for here. Currently, the requests are closed though. So yeah, I just wanted to update why I haven’t been posting stories as often as I used to. Have a nice day!

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

The way that The Spot wants to be Miles’ nemesis to get revenge and how both he and Miles are played off like jokes. The way others don’t really take them as a serious threat. The way they mirror each other about it and feeling upset that they aren’t taken seriously as their lives fall apart from being turned into something more than you were. The way that both of them are fed up and take action about it and slowly reveal they are threats. The way they force others to take them into consideration because they SHOULD BE.

THE WAY THAT THE SPOT LOOKS LIKE MILES SELF PORTRAIT FROM THE FIRST MOVIE THAT REPRESENTS WHO HE IS-

PURE CINEMA.

PLEASE DO WRITE IT I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

Also. Yknow the fanon thingy about Tommy really looking like Phil. Specifically young Phil? And we pretty much just use it to have Tommy grow up looking like him?

Proposal.

Philza somehow gets deaged by some tomfuckery and now he has to navigate the server looking like Tommyinnit.

Noone has respect for him anymore. Theres like several people trying to kill him most of the time and one time his own son, Wilbur "fishfucker" soot, approached him during some mental breakdown that started with him apologizing and ended with him telling philza/Tommy about vague and also vaguely threatening "big plans" and there were more explosives mentioned and also Phil got to witness an entire (short but still complete) monologue about how Phil (totally not him) has stupid believes and just doesn't get Wilbur and has been hanging with techno too much

It's a very exhausting time for Phil

Pffft, oh god. I want to read a fic with this concept!

Like, Phil gets approached by Tubbo who just drops Michael on him with no explaination because him and Tommy have a babysitting system in place with Shroud and Michael. Phil though, doesn't know shit about it and is just standing there on the prime path more confused than ever.

Another day he meets Jack who "acidentally" almost drops an anvil on him and "acidentally" trips and almost stabs him. Jack seems very unhappy about those two "almost". Phil only has an ever increasing pile of questions...

Just, random people coming up to Phil and not even listening when he tells them he's not Tommy because "that's such a Tommy thing to say, always coming up with aliases"

Genuine apologies to the LOTF fandom 😭 I still think about the book and the fandom daily and reference it constantly irl but I’ve been so busy online I haven’t had a chance to check in on a while

Hello @lordoftheflowers , this is your secret Santa gift! I tried to write it the best I could so I hope you enjoy it! Also Merry Christmas!

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(Takes place between chapters 3 and 4.)

Ralph awoke with somewhat of a startle as he felt cold wind blow through a crack in the poorly built hut. It was the first cold breeze in a while; he was beginning to think the island would be eternally warm with forever lasting summer. But as he got up and became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed something from beyond the crack.

It was white.

Ralph gently reached out to it like it was something foreign to him despite being so sure of what it was.

It was snow. White, fluffy, cold snow. It sent a shiver up his spine and struck him with an idea. He carefully stuck his hand through the crack, grabbed a bit of it (and taking delight in how it crunched together - he could make so many snowballs and snowmen with this snow) and threw it at the person closest to him in the cabin: Piggy.

It took a second or two for Piggy to wake up, with a sort of shocked sound that seemed to wake up a couple of littuns.

Piggy wiped the stuff off his specs and face before looking at Ralph. His face showed that he was a mixture between confused and angry, maybe a tiny of disappointment?

“Hey, what was ‘at for?” Piggy asked.

“Look Piggy, snow!” Ralph pointed towards the crack.

“Well yeah, I can see that. I’m wondering why you threw ‘it in my face!” Piggy asked. Ralph shrugged, having no real answer for the boy.

The other boys around them slowly woke up from their slumbering, looking around to find where the sudden chill was coming from.

“Snow!” One of them, a littleun who was most likely five or six called out. The small hut was empty within seconds, with boys running around in the snow in nothing but loose fitting, ripped pants.

Jack came stumbling out of the hunters cabin (something he had insisted on) and gave a quick shiver before walking to Ralph.

“It’s cold.” He said.

“Well yeah, it is snowing.” Piggy said with an annoyed huff, pushing up his glasses more.

Suddenly Jack focused on the snow again. “Hey, are those pig tracks..? HUNTERS!” Jack called out, drawing the attention of the boys in the other hut.

“There are pigs out here, let’s go!” Jack said with a grin, picking up a newly created spear and raising it.

“Yeah, go get a pig. Me an’ Simon will start a fire so the littluns don’t freeze.” Ralph said, anger slipping into his voice a little bit.

“You can shut it with the sarcasm, you’ll be thanking me when I get a pig.” Jack said stubbornly before yelling at the other hunters to follow the tracks.

“How’re we s’posed to make a fire in snow?” Piggy asked, his specs gleaming.

“It’s too cold to be waiting out here all day for the fire to light, I don’t want to wait.”

Ralph sighed. “Well someone has to light the fire, and we need your specs to do that.”

The two were silent for a bit, content with watching the littleuns playing in the snow as if it were the first time they had ever seen it.

Simon came out of a third hut which mainly hosted littleuns.

“Good morning..oh, did it snow?” Simon asked, looking at the ground with a smile.

“Yeah, it snowed and it’s still cold. We need a fire now more then ever!” Ralph said.

“Where are Samneric? Aren’t they supposed to keep watch over the fire and light it?” Simon asked.

“Jack took ‘em to go hunting with him.”

“The selfish jerks. Couldn’t they wait until the fire was lit? It’s like they don’t even care anymore.” Piggy complained.

“We need to focus on the littuns. Piggy, you go light the fire, I am the chief so you need to listen to me.” Ralph said, distracting himself and the two others from thoughts of Jack disobeying him.

Piggy grumbled, but ultimately left towards where the fire should be.

Ralph grabbed some snow, turned it into a snowball, and threw it at a tree trunk.

“Real good snow for making snowmen and snow forts, right Simon?” Ralph asked with a smile. Simon nodded.

~~~~~~~

When Jack and the boys returned, they were empty handed.

“No pig in sight…what a-“ Jack was cut off by a snowball to the face. His face went a bright red as he looked around angrily.

“Who just threw that?” Jack yelled.

Instead he just heard laughing from a newly built snow structure.

“Ralph, was that you?” Jack asked. When he got no reply he turned back to his hunters.

“Well don’t just stand there, fight back!” He said.

One of the boys picked one up and hit a littlun collecting snow. Jack smiled.

“Looks like it’s time for a snowball fight.”

——-

As the sun set, all the boys were covered in snow. Even Piggy, who had since come from down the mountain.

Only a few of the biguns had retreated up to the fire, and they were all part of the hunters. Walter, Simon, Wilford, Maurice were the ones who went up to the fire, where they cared for the cold littleuns who cried for hot chocolate or something warmer like a blanket.

“Give up yet?” Jack asked, his pride still standing strong despite how he violently shivered as he spoke.

“Not yet! We still can beat him Ralph!” Piggy encouraged.

“No Piggy, it’s over. I’m too cold, you go ahead if you want.” Ralph said, shaking his head and making his way to the mountain with the fire.

Piggy followed him, unwilling to face off against the whole choir since he had been hit the most by them. Soon followed the rest of the tribe.

As they all lay and sit around the fire, shivering as melted cold snow ran down their almost naked bodies, the choir began to lightly hum or sing Christmas songs that the Littleuns belted out to. Ralph smiled lightly as he slowly drifted off to sleep, fears and worries of the Beast (which hadn’t plagued their thoughts all day) left behind in the back of his mind.