Damn Akinator... Didn't Have To Roast Arisu Like That...

A little depressing citizen quartet story as if you aren't sad enough already (also pls excuse my shitty writing)

"Three Sheep, One Wolf"

"The four of us are unexpectedly awesome, eh? I mean, it's not like we participate in games together, but we meet everyday, and so far, no one's died yet!" Ah, Kyuma, ever so optimistic. He couldn't exactly say the same for the other three, though.

One was an old man who often liked using the words "breathing" and "suffering" together in the same sentence, often implying the same meaning.

The other was some lawyer dude with glasses that talked about equality every possible conversation he gets into. (Okay fine, he doesn't, but he liked to add that in because he thought his boyfri- Uh, I mean, good friend had literally nothing interesting to write about).

And Mira was just... Mira.

Granted, she was fun to hang out with, but Kyuma couldn't help but find her a little creepy at times.

But make no mistake. He may have listed his friends as simply boring here, but he got along pretty well with them, and liked them a lot.

"Wow, even after becoming citizens, we still have to participate in games? Why tho?"

Their phones had just received a notification from an "unknown number": Congratulations on attaining citizenship! You are now all citizens of the Borderlands! However, let this be known that you still must participate in games like normal players would, and are not allowed to know the difficult or rules of the games beforehand, otherwise it just becomes boring! Well, have a lovely time, citizens of the Borderlands, it's GAME START! "

Shiirabi and Mira both scoffed a little. Kuzu showed no reaction. Well, how about that one over there? The one in the botanical garden. Looks fancy to me." The nudist pointed in the direction of the game arena.

"...ok" Kuzu responded monotonously. "Oh come on, gimme me more energ-woah, collars, terrible way to go, from ny experience," Kyuma was definitely a bit too optimistic for everyone else's likings. Their phones made the usual dinging sound whenever a game was about to start. "Difficulty, 7♡"

"The... 7♡?" The usually calm and collected Mira looked she might have even started to panic a little. Well, just a little, of course.

"Rules: One person will be the wolf and the three others will be the sheep. When a sleep kicks eye contact with a wolf, they will become the new wolf, and a sheep cannot become the wolf for the next three seconds. After 15 minute, the collars around all the sheep will explode. Hide well, little sheep, and have fun! It's GAME START!"

"A... single survivor game?" Kuzu exclaimed.

"!?!?" The old man in the cloak made a shocked face.

"Dingdingdingding...ding! Our first wolf today is... Ginji Kyuma!" The giant Game TV indicated on who the survivor role had been passed on to, accompanied with its iconic little "yay!".

"Wait wait wait, everyone don't panic, I know how we can all survive this, we have to use the tools they gave us to dismantle our collars," Mira (not as calmly as before, I'd like to add) announced to the gang of a possible no death solution to the horrid and gut-wrenching game they had gotten themselves into.

"Tools? There... aren't any." Kuzu gestured to the empty table that would have been otherwise displayed with plenty of interesting little killing "tools" to help the players tear into each other and spice the game up a little.

Actually, it wasn't completely empty. Two little collar dismantlers- designed specifically by Mira herself to dismantle collars safely without needing to use a screwdriver or gamer of some kind- were sitting on it, arranged in a neat little row.

But the strangest thing is that there were bombs attached to it. And no, they weren't the kind that would blow the entire place up- it looked more like it only had the firepower to blow up the collar dismantle itself.

"So if we use the collar dismantlers, it explodes? So only two people can have their collars dismantled, and with the wolf surviving, so..." The "ever so optimistic" one of the four was starting to turn out not so optimistic after all.

"This... is our retribution. It's our punishment for our sins, the people we killed and the people whose blood was at spilled in this place, it's... a taste of our own medicine"

Oh, Shiirabi really was the complete opposite of Kyuma.

A moment of silence followed as everyone silently mourned for the unnamed one among them destined to die.

"... So only one of us has to die this time, ... let me go. This will probably be the most equal death I can die, for everyone else, after all." Kuzu, voice cracking, was the first to pipe up after the *rather* long moment of silence.

"No, you're not dying. You're not going anywhere. I'll go. I've always wanted to die by a hearts game anyway ♡" Mira, tearing up a little, immediately spoke to take the position of the unnamed hero among them from Kuzu.

"...You two can stop fighting about who's going to die among you. I'll go. I've always seen birth as a curse and existence as a prison anyway, (and yes that was a good place reference) with death being the only salvation. So let me attain my salvation, please, and let me go peacefully." Shiirabi let out a loud sigh and spoke his profound and not really popular opinion on the value of life. He had been cleverly hiding his face from view then, as if to somehow mask the tears streaming down his face.

Kyuma, watching this all, suddenly wished he had a mask and some onions to chop. When the others came to ask him what was happening, he could just say he had been chopping onions.

Not that they would realise with the mask on, anyway.

Yes.

He could just put on the mask and everything would be fine.

They'd still be sitting in their comfortable citizen headquarters, with Kuzu trying to read and Mira constantly annoying him, and Shiirabi just rambling on about his "cultural beliefs", as he would like to call it.

Yes.

Everything was still alright.

It was just a dream.

It was just a dream.

It was all... just...a dream...

But he had to come back to reality eventually.

He couldn't keep the mask on forever.

His friends needed him.

"Alright, everyone, I'll be the one to go, okay? I wanna die with dignity, and dying for you guys..." He couldn't even finish his sentence properly without his throat turning traitor to his decision to hide everything he was feeling.

"... What a twisted game." Mira uttered under her breath. Everyone instinctively took a few steps back. Mira wasn't like someone to show emotions so easily.

She would always hide it with a smile.

A beautiful smile.

But the level of emotion Mira was showing was unlike something amt of the other citizens had seen. She was raging, like dynamite thrown into a roaring flame. Her eyes glared like razor-sharp daggers that threatened to kill anyone who even so much as thought of glancing at her when she was at this critical moment.

This moment of doom. A time to mourn.

It should have been a happy day for them all.

But now it was only going to be a happy day for the one who died.

Because the rest could never live with what they had done now.

"I'll kill you...I'll fucking kill you!!" She suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.

Then she suddenly stopped in her tracks and just started to bawl her eyes out.

She realised now.

She was the one designated to design many such games like these games.

These "sick, twisted" games.

It really was "a taste of her own medicine"

The other citizens didn't know what to do. They had never seen Mira both so angered and so vulnerable at the same time ever before.

Kuzu had tried to comfort Mira a bit by patting her on the shoulder, but all it did was make her cry even more, which startled Kuzu and he didn't know what to do anymore.

Then he suddenly started to cry too, and then Shiirabi and Kyuma soon followed, and they all just hugged each other together.

Because the other citizens had realised it too.

Not that she was the creator of similar games as this.

But that who the one "destined to die" was didn't matter.

After all, the one "destined to die" physical body would have died, but mentally and spiritually they would have transcended beyond the stars.

But the three survivors would have been plunged into an eternal darkness not even Satan himself could get them out of.

They would have survived physically, but they would have lost all right to enjoy their lives or even just take their next breath.

And all because of three wolves and a sheep.

Phew, that was pretty long, but I got it down! Let me know if you enjoyed it and what you think! Oh, and since I'm still learning on different ways to improve my writing, if you have any comments or suggestions on how to improve it, do lemme know! 😀

btw this was inspired by @miraofhearts2point0 's post about the citizens playing the 7♡ and since I wanted to be sad and I'm also deprived of fanfic just about the citizens being a happy little family so I wrote this! It's terrible, but hey, at least I'm trying, right?

Do you write for tatta

Platonic x readers, sure! But I have some real life issues going on now so I can only write when I have the time, so please be patient!

Reblog if your tumblr url is the same one you started with.

This is a serious thing. Im curious how many people over the course of year(s) kept the same tumblr handle. A ton of the people I follow have changed their over time.

As far as I know Im one of the few who havent. Few being relative as there are millions of tumblr users. But yeah.

Social experiment.

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"Oi Aguni! It's Valentine's, who you gonna spend it with?" Heiya's teasing could be heard from over the kitchen as Aguni let out yet another frustrated sigh.

Doudou didn't know what to say to that. He just secretly wished he could get the Valentine's dinner over and cooked with before Aguni lost it and got ahold of the knife.

But that anger management class looked it really worked. Aguni was being a bit more patient with Heiya this time. At least she could mention his singlehood four times instead of three.

"Just add the carrots in, stir, then leave it to simmer," Oh. Aguni was distracting himself while trying not to lose his shit.

"Oh come on, you hate when I talk about how single you ar-" Oh, Heiya, please don't.

"Grhdhdhdhh...." Wait. Was Aguni biting into his skin in order to not snap instantly?

"Uhhh.... I'll bring the dishes in! Err...yeah!" Doudou was clever in finding an excuse to leave the soon-to-be-battlefield beofre it erupted.

"Ok ok ok fine, I won't say it anymore," Oh thank god. Heiya finally stopped with her antics.

Doudou breathed a sigh of relief, being careful not to be too loud so as to not trigger Aguni even more now.

Aguni walked out of the kitchen-wait. Uh...why is he shirtless? Are those boxing gloves? You know what, nevermind, that's not important.

So everyone sat down to have a nice little family dinner.

"Wow. These dishes are terrible,"

"You're not used to such dishes? I just threw in what I had at home into the stove," Doudou innocently queried.

"Yes, I'm not used to eating actual meals for Valentine's. Like who eats actual rice and vegetables with meat for Valentine's? We should be feasting on the candy I got, and drawing random stuff!"

"Uh...what now?" Doudou now was seriously confused.

Aguni was probably the one to understand what she meant. "Everyone keep the dishes in the fridge,"

"Hehe, you get what I mean!"

He rushed off into the bedroom once he saw that all the food was properly kept in the fridge.

"Wait, can someone explain to me what's going on?" Doudou was hopelessly lost.

"Well, I think he's go-" Heiya was interrupted by a pillow smashed in her face coming from the direction of the bedroom.

Wait, wasn't that the bedroom Aguni went into?

Wait....

"Oh.Oh.OH! PILLOW FIGHT!" Doudou screamed. Finally he realised what was going on.

He and Heiya rushed into their bedroom to equip themsekves with their weapons and to dodge more pillows Aguni threw at them.

"You want to do this your way, we'll do this your way!" Aguni was getting serious about this.

Another pillow was hurled into the living room.

"And don't call out my singlehood again!"

Another pillow flew across the living room, but from Doudou's and Heiya's room this time.

"Uh...did I do that right?" How innocently Doudou questioned.

"Yeah, you wanna fight us, you gotta let us fight you! PILLOW FIGHHHHHTTTTT!" Heiya bellowed at the top of her lungs.

And yet another pillow soared over the room.

And yet another.

And yet another.

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"Hahaha, I haven't been able to relax like this in a long time now!" Doudou exclaimed as he helped himself to a serving of Heiya's candy.

They were just randomly lying on the living room floor under the dining table. Why they there, you ask? Do not question the found family and their actions.

"Want some?" The high-school girl offered her sweet treats to the muscle-man.

"Yeah, sure," He took the Skittles from Heiya's candy pack, forcefully ripped open the wrapper, and then dumped all the skittles into his mouth at once.

"Oh yeah, like I said just now, before Aguni rudely interrupted, wanna do some random drawing?" Heiya suggested while she casted a side-glance at Aguni.

"How about we do something even better, painting? I have watercolour in my cabinet," Doudou piped up with a brilliant suggestion.

And painting they went.

"Hey, that cloud looks like Aguni!"

"No, I think this reindeer was meant to be Heiya!"

"Why is Doudou the tree?" They each made their own comments about their 'co-painting-but-really-it's-just-Heiya's-random-doodles"

"Nononono, I think I look more like that random blotch of sky there!"

Honestly, nobody cared that they were still single and had no one to celebrate Valentine's with.

After all, they had their very own found family.

tempted to write a (platonic) Aguni, Heiya and Doudou fic where they spend valentines day (night) painting and eating candy. idk.

A Little Kuzuyuuma Drabble I Guess

Warnings: Shitty writing

"Kuzu! Wanna go out for breakfast or something?" Kyuu suggested.

Kuzu, as usual, was hard at work on his usual...work, and Kyuu wanted him to just relax a little.

Granted relaxing as much as he did wouldn't exactly be ideal.

"Uh...it's already lunch but ok," The glasses man agreed.

And so to lunch they went.

Kyuu had an ideal restaurant in mind, the random pizza place across their apartment served fantastic pizza and pasta.

But by the time they got there, an extremely long queue had already formed. This kind of queue would require at least a few hours of waiting.

No matter, this place's pizza was to die for, a few hours meant nothing.

"Oh well, I guess we'll have to wait a while now," Kyuu pointed out the obvious.

Kuzu rolled his eyes at another one of Kyuu's lame jokes while supressing a smile.

Luckily for them, many customers soon grew impatient and left the queue, leaving our pair seated comfortably in the restaurant in no time.

"Uh... I'd like an extra-cheesy cheese lava pizza, and he'll have the carborana pasta," Kyuu ordered as he decided Kuzu's meal without informing him.

"Uh... ok I guess," Kuzu was not the kind to protest violently against trivial details like his lunch. He just went along with whatever Kyuu suggested.

"Your food is here!" This restaurant was insanely quick in serving its dishes, they hadn't even realised they'd finished ordering already.

"Yay! Let's eat!" Kyuu exclaimed wildly, then began to slurp and chew his cheesy pizza viciously and rather loudly.

Kuzu, being the refined gentleman he was, ate his pasta with the posture of an educated being. Slowly and quietly.

Kuzu was not embarrased of Kyuu though, despite the many weird looks from different customers.

After all, why should he?

After all, he was proud of the fact that he was Kyuu's, and that Kyuu's was his.

Idk honestly apologies for how terrible this is, and I'm sorry if I've disapponted you idk

love all the fics you've done. they're truly amazing. you don't mind me requesting for a kuzuryuuma drabble for the valentines now, right?

Oh I never realised I already had a request in my inbox sorry for the late reply anyway sure! I'd love to do a little Kuzuyuuma valentine's fic (purely platonic) but it might take a little while since I have some other issues going on right now in my life but I'll get it done when I have the time! 🤗

Peoples. I just realised something. In both the manga and live adap, none of the diamonds games had a quick and clean, painless laser death (acid, being hanged, electrocuted, etc) yet diamonds are the most likely ones to have associations with lasers. (diamond cutters cutting diamonds with lasers), and in both the live adap and manga, diamond games are the only ones with no laser deaths. Yeah I just wanted to share some stuff about my favourite suit.

Enji: finally finishes cleaning up the 19 cells stained with the POOLS of blood, finished dragging all the corpses (and heads) somewhere out of his game venue, and hand-restocked the canteen, all while without having more than hour's worth of sleep because of his game: is finally finished with his work and can sit down to rest and have some tea.

*new players come to play his game*

Enji: ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

So I had a shower thought about what happens after a face card game if isn't beaten. Like who cleans up the bodies? The citizens? Does Kuzu have to change into overalls and get the bucket and mop after every failed attempt at clearing his game? Does Enji have to drag 19 decapitated bodies away after every failed attempt at clearing his game? At least now I can see why QoS would want her game to continue forever so she doesn't have to clean up the bodies.

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