Rainy Day

The Manipulator of Souls

Long time ago, in a hamlet close to a cursed forest, a lone Dollmaker sat.

Forsaken and alone, he turned to his only talent. As the quiet creaking of wood and porcelain were muffled by the hacking of the soul. As the bodies jerked with each pound, the blood flung on the designs. Each piece of hair plucked then placed, showed a concerning amount of care, each joint move as if it was real. The forest, in all its plights, tries its best to keep most alive. As the book sat in the middle, its beauty outshined all that was bitter. So he sat and toiled and sawed a few creations both short and tall. By the end, he had fled, to give the ones before him more than they had before. Cursed was he, as said by all thee. He had strayed from the righteous path, playing god, messing with those long gone.

Following the butterfly lead him to his fate.

Called names by many, Savior, Devil, Messager, Collector, Manipulator, Dark Magician, all agreed he was pulling the strings of something most could never understand. Most considered him a legend, a tale, one to worn twisted by time, some few believe he was real. His power could have lingered, made it into modern day. And we would be none the wiser. After all…

He’s not real… is he?

Playlist of the Day (Tues)

From my personal playlist

“New Obsession”

Song -

“Heavy Metal Lover - Reloaded”

By: Lady Gaga

Can be found on YouTube

Zero: Art

These are drawings that are 3 years old, so my current art style looks sort of different. I might do an updated version if this current design is well received.

(As in I’ll take normal anatomy into account.)

Please tell me what you think below and if I should change her outfit.

Zero (in female form).

This is her in chibi form

Ps: I like the chibi one a lot better because her legs don’t look as weird.

*Cough, cough*

A wheezing, grating sound was heard by none as the rain poured down. It muffled her annoying pleads for air. The oxygen refusing to fill her lungs. She had been running, was still running.

‘If they find me I’m dead.’

That singular thought is what pushed her aching muscles to keep moving. To keep running. In all honesty she was never the type to run. She was very much a doer. A solver, an investigator. And what she found this time would put the whole world in danger if she didn’t tell.

‘I have to find someone, anyone.’

She was amateur at best. Maybe that’s why she was being chased. Heck, she didn’t understand half of the stuff she found.

‘Experimentation? Ultimate Hope? Mother Goose Project? And what does it have to do with Hajime? What does it have to do with Class 77-B? Where is Emi? Is she alright? Oh my lord, is she dead? They shouldn’t chase after her, she’s not an Ultimate, but then neither am I. Maybe they’re going after me because I know some or maybe because I know about everything else. I wish I could have stopped it. If I knew it was going to divulge into this, I would have stopped it. No, no, this is what I want.’

She kept running, faster and faster, she was almost at the gate. She grabbed the sides and climbed. Like a madman, like her life depended on it. Because it does, because in the distance you could see the herd of reserve course students coming for her. She barely made it over the fence when they banged on it.

The fall wasn’t that far, yet it was far enough to cause a sprain. Limping towards freedom, towards civilization, to tell all that was found, hope was crushed. Stand there haughtily, was a tall 5’10 figure, donned in red, black, and white. An eerie smile creeping on her face as she watched you fall. Legs having prematurely given out, as they thought you were safe. As you thought you were safe. She’s laughing to herself. The crowd on the other side of the fence was now surrounding you. She stopped herself once every exit was closed off by the crowd. You still on the floor heaving and she comes and steps on your back, digging her heel into your spine. You see her face and freeze. She looks absent, like the horrors she inflicted don’t bother her. Neither a smile nor frown paints her features. She looks bored. Portraying and having absolute power over you in this moment should invoke some kind of emotion and yet she looks bored. Then as if breaking from a trance a smile snaps on her face. She leans down so you can see her better. Then starts speaking in a nasally, babyish voice.

“And you thought you were so clever. Phu hu hu! You’re an idiot, the worst of the worst. An untalented piece of scum. A poor cowering sheep. But I do have to give you credit. I couldn’t have done it without you. You saw all the weird stuff happening around you and did nothing. You knew something was going on but you didn’t do anything about until it was too late. You could have easily prevented all of this if you just tried to open your mouth. I mean you are the only reserve course student with power. This is all your fault!”

She was cheesing the whole time. Dread seeped into your bones as your spine continued to slowly crack under the pressure of her fat foot.

“It’s not all my fault. So what if I had decided to say something. And it’s not like there was any reason to believe it was foul play. And it’s not like anything would have changed.”

She stopped, raising her foot and letting you breathe for a second. Only to slam her foot down on your back again, breaking your ribs under the pressure and fracturing your spine.

“Are you stupid? You’re an idiot must be. To never understand others envy of you or your own power. No, you knew and didn’t use it. Not that I’m mad. It’s better for me. I’m glad you were stupid. Because of you my plan went off without a hitch. Not that I had any doubts. But you did help, so I gave you a small mercy. A head start if you will. I hoped you enjoyed it, your face of despair was delightful, but it’s time for us to move on. To better, to more exciting despair.”

She hops off your back leaving you to die out in front of the school. To be watched by your classmates as you writhe in your last moments of life.

‘Fuck. I’m going to die. There’s no point. I tried so hard for nothing. I wish I could have helped. I wish I did help. There was so much going on that I let slide. If only I helped. If only I acted the moment this were getting out of hand. I could’ve saved them. All of them. I could’ve stopped her. Why. Why? WHY?”

Tears stream down your face as your breath comes to a painful slow. The rain beats heavy on your face, as if to drag you down where you “belong”.

‘If only I did something. If only I didn’t sit around and wait. Things would have been different.’

Sluggishly you move forward. Pained breaths ring loud in your ear, as you struggle to move forward. Even just a bit. To make a difference, one you didn’t have the heart to do before.

“Please. Please!”

Weak pleas escape but you can no longer move nor speak. Blood fills your lungs and mouth giving you moments to spare.

‘I want to save my friends! I wish I could save my friends. If only I could save my friends.’

And that’s the last thought she had. As she choked on her own blood the life in her eyes and the hope in her heart died.

System Request Received

Now booting up. . .

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Loa-

Mission Accepted

Welcome Agent Z

Now Entering the world of the Danganronpa Anime

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑎 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦

“I’ll help you fulfill your wish.”

Welcome to the Grave

Where fandoms come to lay and ideas come alive

M͜͡a͜͡s͜͡t͜͡e͜͡r͜͡l͜͡i͜͡s͜͡t͜͡

𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔫𝔤

Make Me Your Female Lead

ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝒾 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℯ.（＾ω＾）

Idolize : Blue

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅

[System Starting…]

[Choose your mission]

In a time when multiple of the same idea exist, our main character has to restore the balance to the world they are called on. You, Agent Z, are tasked with fulfilling the last wishes and regrets of these characters. Prepare yourself to become immersed completely in a new identity.

The Main objective, become the female lead.

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How To Stop a Tragedy

Danganronpa 3: The Anime (Despair Side)

So what do you do with yourself now? If you could describe life in a metaphor, you’d be drowning in lemons. Disaster is at every corner. A whole class is bullying one student. Another has a walking force of nature. The new recruits are looking iffy. Sister branches are a mess. The government is doing something sketchy. And you swear one of the freshman is planning world anarchy? Is it possible to graduate without a national disaster? Heck, is it possible to graduate alive? Asha is about to find out!

Boost Your Ego

Villians, Heros, and Issues, Oh My!

Paris in Peril: Revenge Against the Plot

Let’s Play Mind Games

So Have You Heard of Kingdom Hearts

First Mission: Can I Save A L-Light

The Humans, The Otherworldly, and The Help

If All Fails, Kill the Director

My Crafty Chronicles: Of a Girl Who Wants Better

Girl’s Gone Crazy, Boy’s Gone Wild, Tales From an Evil Child

I Will Live For Her, Not You

I saw your post, it’s so spooky and intriguing can’t wait see what you got cooking in your brain. Best of luck with this

Ps I am not trying to pressure on you. I just saw you teaser and wanted to encourage you :)

Thank you (｡･ω･｡)

Zero

🔪 You actually met when you were in kindergarten. It was love at first sight. He was enamored by you and your cute outfit. He ran towards you the first day.

“Hi, my name is Зиновий, what’s yours?”

And the rest was history.

🔪 Since that day he would always be with you. Following you everywhere and never let other kids play with you. It was always just the two of you. You were always together at school. You two ate together, had sleepovers, had the same classes, cuddled together, did projects together, and even kissed during the first grade play. Monopolizing your time and friendship at school was the goal. No one had what you guys had, and he was hoping it would always stay that way.

🔪 Everything was going as planned until your mom‘s job change sent you out of the archipelagos to the States in the second grade. How dare she! Uprooting your life and ripping you away from your best friend b̸o̸y̸f̸r̸i̸e̸n̸d̸. You didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone. You were here one minute, gone the next. It was a nightmare.

🔪 When he found out he was devastated. A lot of tears were shed during that time. Tantrums were heard to be the norm for quite a while in the убийца’s household. He looked everywhere for you. But no information on you was ever found. It was like you just disappeared, like you never existed. Like a chilly day in October. Whisked away by the cool breeze.

🔪 She changed and surrounded herself with people. Your missing presence was too overwhelming. Even if she hated it, she would befriend everyone, if only to distract her for a moment from thoughts of you. She went so far as to make contact with some of the people she couldn’t scare away from you. But the void in her heart was never fully quelled. They were not you. And nothing could change that, not in those moments at least.

🔪 She caught her first glimpse of you in a long time through your closest childhood friend. Question ran through her mind, she thought she was your closest friend, and why did they get the privilege of staying in contact when she didn’t. She started to vigorously study your face as quickly as she could. She would never knew if there would be another chance to. It looked like you had matured. Like you were tired, stressed. She could see it. How could she not? She wanted nothing more than to whisk you away so you would never have to worry about anything. And she would.

🔪 It wouldn't be until college that they would be able to see you again. They have matured a lot since the last time they saw you and since your last official meeting. They were cooler, friendlier, and more assured. They mirrored nothing of the needy cat that followed you around, more of that of a wise fox. But foxes are known to be sly creatures by nature.

🔪They approached you carefully, slowly. Taking it step by step. Getting to know you little by little. Learning everything about you that they could. Making your favorite dishes, helping you with your homework, helping you destress, and even assisting you in doing laundry. They were everywhere, always helping you with everything they could. Taking up so much of your time so that they will have successfully ingratiate themselves into your life. Doing so that they are essential to you. Something or someone you can not live without.

🔪 The night lies and deceit fester. As midnight strikes another body is flung into the wall as the fine silk curtains are dyed a hideous red. The body count adds up to fast. Too many needed to die. Even when there are commissions, the important work gets done first. It always does.

🔪 Wiping the blood off the corner of his lip, she prepares to call you. They wait, taking a seat on the throne of bodies they created. A satisfying crackle of bones is made, but drowned out by the annoying buzzing of the phone. You answer, slightly breathless. They chuckled imagining what you were doing before they called. This happens every time he calls…and she loves it. Your call together lasted an hour at most. Just tucking you into bed, while he cleaned the mess he made. You were always bad at bedtime. As your call is near the end, one last word is heard.

“I love you, Mwah”

They swoons, you're so adorable, it’s sickening.

🔪 And so as the night ends, there is not a sound or soul present. As he digests what was said, she’s sure it was in the heat of the moment. But you couldn’t take it back. He wished he would’ve recorded it. She’d love to hear it again. Salivating as they turned back into their male appearance. The form most well receipted by society. The form most familiar to you. Wishing for the dream they live to never end. They walked out the room and went to the nearby alley, skipping the whole way home. They couldn’t wait to see your drooling face in bed. Or the reaction you will have when they tried to snuggle up to you in your sleep.

Then they inquired to themself, it was quite the important question…

Where are they going to store their latest trophy?

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓼

Your home and the proof that your family is in the 1%. You just recently moved here on account of your mom’s new job. You used to live here when you were younger. But due to your parent's divorce, you ended up moving.

Now back after years of being gone, all the people you knew are not the same. They changed. Rumors about the monster living here are rampant. It's said anyone could be a monster. And for better or worse, you're going to be getting personally acquainted with former friends and enemies. Enjoy the shady shores of the Angel Archipelagos. The place where good people go to die and evil lives free.

𝒲 ℯ 𝓁 𝒸 ℴ 𝓂 ℯ 𝓉 ℴ

𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔗𝔬𝔴𝔫

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂

𝒮𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒮ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒾

𝒜𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓃 ℳℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃ℊ𝒾ℯ

𝒥𝒶𝒸ℴ𝒷 ℳℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃ℊ𝒾ℯ

𝒯𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾ℴ𝓃ℴ 𝒮ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒾

ℳ𝓈. 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓈ℯ

ℒℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 ℳ𝒶𝓃𝓈ℴ𝓃

𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕿𝖔𝖜𝖓

⊱ Zyphon Merengie

⊱ Zayanna Somiki

⊱ Iris Lightheart

⊱ Jeffery Livingston

⊱ Zero 1

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍’𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆

- 𝑃𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟

- 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ

- 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎

- 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟

- 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟