suffocation in truth.

          ❝   w-wait, you want me to hold still for something ouma-kun?   ❞   ///   @saikospat .

          FAIR, OBNOXIOUS STRAWBERRY LOCKS ARE SPOTTED.          practical drooling dares to escape from the corner of parted lips. to think cosplayers roam about the streets, displaying their       FASCINATION OF THE SERIES       everyone adores ( squares are ignorant masses if they don’t know danganronpa ). eyes devoid of sanity follow suit each step those boots ‘ underwent ’ like a predator stocking its food. shame they didn’t demonstrate the true goddess of season one --------- kirigiri kyouko. this despair monster looks like the genuine article, still growing ecstacy from the sight. now catching up to the woman ( it’s just fiction coming to life   !!   ), a phone holds out snapping shots without consent. he didn’t care; fanboys don’t care one bit. the intrusion commences in a sweet but creepy tone. ❝   heh ~~ that’s quite a nice dedication to go this far and cosplaying ‘ enoshima junko ’. you’re not my       FAVORITE FROM SEASON 1      but i have to ask ... did you go through plastic surgery to have that size of breasts?   ❞   ///   @ofdesperationis .

          LIPS HOVER AROUND, PRESSED AGAINST HIS SIGHT.        flustered cheek burn in crimson flare over this ... opt chance of an encounter? no it grew a little        UNCOMFORTABLE        ( to some degree ). any guy would marvel of the pianist drawing ever closely with ‘ eyes of interest ’; it’s a little scary from a low-confident boy. still, she presses on with persistence and dedication to resume gazing for whatever motives. heart nearly skips a beat with breaths running through his flesh --- ask her to move back a little. even going backwards, a head closes the distance for countless times. ❝   u-uhm ... ... akamatsu-san  ??   you’ve been really close to my face ... i-is there something on it?   ❞   ///   @hopefulkeys .

          BREATHE IN, EXHALE OUT SLOWLY.            faint paces being created from small footsteps hadn’t quickened. there’s hesitation from exhaustion about to mount towards a      LIAR’S TONGUE;       what reasons are there for cultivating such things? it continues to reside inside every thought, begging to ‘ escape ’. just say those words ... nothing bad will transpire. not unless knots resume building up around his stomach, anxiety eating away a leftover confidence. ❝   hey ouma-kun, i wanted to ask if there’s any       SPECIAL REASON       you lie to people all the time. are you ... ‘ afraid ’ of people figuring out your secret organization?   ❞   ///   @azamukuna .

          STUBBORNNESS IS UNDERMINED WITH FEAR.            blood gaze almost deadly towards anyone, even focused against a meek detective. what enrages a ‘ care-giver ’ to grow distant;       SHE CONCEALS SECRETS       without averting away one second of the day. answers plague about his mind, sweat manifests the nape of his neck about approaching her. there lies an intent to slay others in spite of hands belonging to a caregiver --- maybe he should depart. hues took an immediate hold onto anxious ones ... there’s no turning back. inquiry begs to escape about why footsteps brought him upstairs before this research lab. form remains standing and patrolling like usual; does she ever consume any meals? ❝   no, that doesn’t mean you should explain yourself and everything you do. i ... want to get to know you a little better, harukawa-san.   ❞   ///   @carekill .

          HAZY FLASHBACK FLEW BY WITHOUT A BLINK.          hard to imagine blood would immediately coat against his cheek from a splatter. as a result, these crowds gathered with      WHISPERS SPREADING THROUGH THIS BLOCK     ------ they’re in for it now. abrupt hand mindfully grabs hold of a caring assassin, not minding they were ‘ tainted ’ in the victim’s blood. its scent did prompt chills until his panting helped to eliminate it existed. ducking towards an alleyway, the sirens chimed around nearby streets with legs practically exhausted. as expected, she didn’t grow tired to the wind; they’re safe. legs caved in to collapse against the floor with heavy breathing as a result. it’s been a while since       THEIR TRAINING SESSIONS RESUMED.       first, famous fictional characters and now ... ‘ merely outdated fake figments of reality’s imagination ’ ... living grew tiresome than this run. finally lips part to politely convey the whole situation crimson hues witnessed. ❝   h-hey, harukawa-san  !!   you weren’t suppose to      KILL THEM.        they weren’t trying to harm me.   ❞   ///   @hoikushii .

          NOTHING VENTURED, NOTHING GAIN.             a discontent over escaping death practically delivered a remedial victory trapped within his throat. it hurts to     TAKE ANOTHER BREATH     when countless bodies didn’t make it; lives were sole entertainment upon viewers. nothing else could ‘ define purpose ’ except moving forward. countering reality almost made death a sweet release but that isn’t right. detectives, no matter how it paints a false persona towards the fictional characters, must stand up. have a little confidence in yourself, saihara-kun. chopin’s sweet melodies still strum against his ears, a disheartening smile spreads across his face. hand gestures out towards     THE TEARFUL MAGE      who resumes weeping; it’s hard onto a young heart to proceed. knees crouched down to set their gazes on each other, devoted to ‘ wipe those tears away ’. they’ve lost but gained one ability: fighting against those awful producers. ❝   everything will be okay, yumeno-chan. you’re not alone anymore ------ you have me and harukawa-san, of course.   ❞   ///   @mxgicxlrxd .

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          ❝   AH, OUMA-KUN   !!   what are you doing back there?   ❞ HOW AWKWARD THIS FELT          to have someone clinging to his back without warning. thankfully, momota’s ‘ training lessons ’ are paying off to support even the weight of someone so small. there’s      CHILLS RUNNING DOWN HIS SPINE       from the person right behind him who gave casual laughs.   ///   is this what harukawa-san faces at the orphanage all the time?   ///   sweatdrop runs against the side of his cheek, trying to bear through it all. first, hands should support the leader’s legs properly to avoid any concussions; last thing he wants is to be ‘ blamed for murder ’. sigh escapes those lips with legs finally advancing to carry ouma around. no one’s watching —      THIS IS TOO EMBARRASSING.    ❝   uhm are you … having fun?   ❞   ///   @azamukuna .

          DON’T BE MAD FOR WHAT I DID.   ///   @sounansha .

     THE CALLING CRIES OUT TO WILD DREAD , it beats within a soft-hearted chest to escalate into madness from manipulated memories  /  don’t try to deny the truth, corpses descend one by one to ‘ awaken ’ his hidden potential — lips twist and curve towards lungs being suffocated.         cry roughly, tear apart this disturbing heart         … the serenity she plays  SOFTENS  but strangles a thin rope  /  for no eyes ( covered forevermore  ) fixate upon truth out of fearing  OPPRESSED GLARES OF GRIMACE . they’re coming he says while gasping the breathe of life, kindly serving them all … must overcome … this paranoia before it’s too late  /  how many bodies will it take to complete HER LAST WISH  ??   ——— he lives for a reality to penetrate the lies.        entertainment is no longer my purpose to exist       .                                                     ( art source . /  image credit . )

TAG DUMP   ///   part four ( other things ).

TAG DUMP   ///   part three ( verses ).

TAG DUMP   ///   part two ( aesthetics ).