Disgruntled Bird

Lmao holy shit I actually remembered the email I use for this account

Anyways, it’s probably high time I archived this blog and remade it into an actual proper one by getting off my ass and at least drawing out icons lmao

The other arriving at the school had perfect timing. Kokichi had been thinking about D.I.C.E. recently. Yeah, they kept in contact pretty well, but it was different from being with them in person!

Not to mention that a certain member was always away on adventures.

A small yelp escaped him when everything suddenly went dark, but the second he heard a familiar voice, he froze.

Then glanced up behind him…stared for a moment…

“Vuur-chan!” Kokichi grinned widely and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

“It’s been forever!” He looked back up at her, tilting his head in curiousity. “Wait, why are you here, anyway?”

“How’ve you been Kokichi?” Xirni grinned as she gladly reciprocated her leader’s hug even more tightly. It was no secret that all of D.I.C.E. pretty much considered each other as family but she’d admit that she had a soft spot for Kokichi.

Well, the others did too but that’s beside the point.

To say that Xirni was surprised to receive an invitation letter via email to Hope’s Peak Academy would be an understatement. It was the last thing she was expecting while on one of her adventuring trips and now she was known as the Ultimate Survivalist.

She never could have guessed that this passionate hobby of hers would end up making her become an Ultimate. Not that she was complaining, of course.

She rounded the corner of the hall to see a familiar mop of purple hair walking onward; back completely to her and unaware.

Perfect. 

She used her stealth skills to quickly and quietly close in onto the boy and when she was right behind him, abruptly covered his eyes with her hands.

@eaque-of-etria

“There we go! There’s that reaction!” Xirni laughed, grinning at his completely red face.

He couldn’t hear anything over his own cries and the thoughts screaming at him in his head, but he did feel the other’s arms wrap around him. However, he merely curled up even further, beginning to quietly mumble to himself.

“….my fault…my fault…i-it’s all my fault…”

“c’mon, no it’s not. you know that.”

She lowered her voice but still left it loud enough for Simon to hear her through his mumbling and sobbing. There was probably no use trying to talk him into calming down, not when he’s like this. She’d just let him cry himself out for now. 

@chlora-pharmacon

It wasn’t too uncommon for Xirni to hear Simon crying at night.; it’s not like she really blamed him. What was a bit concerning, however, was how much louder it seemed to be this time. When she poked her her head through his bedroom door, a wave of panic hit her when she saw him curled up in the corner bawling his eyes out. Xirni approached him and gave one of his shoulders a few shakes.

“Oi, Simon. Hey Simon, look up at me.”

He wasn’t responding to her. It’s like she wasn’t even here.

013. — Strangle my muse. 

The grip around her throat was painfully tight. 

With her being pinned against the wall, it was almost impossible for the harpy to breathe or even talk as she tried to pry his hand off her throat to no avail. Her weapon was long since discarded after being disarmed and digging her talons into his wrist and arm seemed to have no effect.

“̶W͜h̷at,͡ are y̸ou ̛no̧t h̴app͞y ҉to ̢s̶ee͞ m̧e?̡”