all the world's a stage

Tsumugi Shirogane | 18 | First Year | Double Major in Theater and Apparel & Textlie Design

In her own words: plain and plainfully average

In reality: a nice girl who doesn’t really stand out much in her normal day life

Really nice and gentle despite all that

Loves anime and manga and anything fictional! Gets super passionate about it!

Started designing and acting when she was really young.

Speaking of acting, she’s a scarliy good actor

Can change personalities at the drop of a hat

Plain girl off the stage, commanding actor on the stage

Also a part of the anime club and fashion society

It was all over.

The game, anyway. Not their lives, alarmingly, suddenly, unexpectedly, despite having cried otherwise. Screamed at an audience who he shared with his apathy, utter disinterest in a show that turned human lives into spectacle of fireworks.

The last thing he remembers is standing with Harukawa, Yumeno, surrounded by raindrops of shattered glass from a sky that held them captive for so, so long. The beating of his heart in his chest, still racing as he was prepared to die. The sounds of a world who demanded entertainment– all echoed behind the icy glasses and even colder gaze of a girl…

Who was dead, crushed by the foundation of the world she’d created, ended so… anticlimactically. He remembers her corpse there, too, under a slab of rubble, nothing but blood and–

A face right before his.

This place was surreal enough already. The– idea that he could live so peacefully after everything that’d happened. Being thrown here again makes his paranoia swell, wonder if something else is awaiting him. It’s almost like a dream, and–

It is a dream. It– can’t be anything other than a dream. Because how could it be reality, if the girl who’d bent it, if the girl who’d destroyed it, the girl who died in its clutches, denying it so vehemently to her very last breath is right here, before his very eyes?

( this isn’t real. )

“Shirogane-san.”  She acts like it, too, and he narrows his eyes, instinctively stepping back. His voice is cold, laced thick with disgust. “What are you doing here? What is this? Is this another place that you and Team Danganronpa built?”

     Oh, well. He knew huh?

     Well that was certainly going to make things interesting, wasn’t it? After all, she didn’t need to hold anything back now.

     Shuuichi Saihara stands before her, one of her works, and she does have to say he turned out better than she could’ve hoped for. Then again, everyone went as she thought they would, or rather how she planned for them to go about during the killing game.

     Even if he had started his development earlier than she thought he was going to, she can’t really complain too much. After all, everything had gone as she had hoped for.

     Until that annoying, pain in the ass brat had decided to...

     Saihara is oblivious to the thoughts that whirl in her head and it’s a good thing; she can’t decide whether she’s proud of him or whether she loathes him for ending what she had worked so hard to continue and keep going.

     “Aw, is that any way to greet someone? We were friends at one point, weren’t we?”

     Then again, she can understand, well not quite, but she can see why he’s mad at her, and Team Danganronpa by an extent. But really, it’s show business isn’t it? After all, she knows about the contract he signed (as well as everyone else, even if Amami had protested until he was forced to so he could receive the money they promised).

     And if he thinks he knows her, he’s oh so wrong. Besides, she knows him better than he knows himself. Both of his selves.

     “Honestly though, I’m just as plain confused as you about this place. It’s not something I or Team Danganronpa built, though I doubt you believe me.” Considering what had happened before hand he probably shouldn’t believe her.

     She remembers the final trial, the result of the final vote, a world that rejected Danganronpa, Kiibo commencing their execution and then she woke up here. On this island, with a mysterious mark on her arm, right above her wrist. And she has to wonder why.

     Why is she here? She should be dead, along with the others. It was the rule after all, that anyone that didn’t vote would result in their death, and thus what happened to them. Still, maybe it had to do with that letter she received before the season started, maybe that’s why she’s here.

     Oh well, at least she has a place to stay. And to explore and figure out. Maybe this is what lies beyond Danganronpa?

     She left her bungalow to explore, and she spots a familiar face, but one she’s not really happy to see. After all, he’s the one that ended Danganronpa, the one that ended her her reason to live.

     I’d rather die than be in a world without Danganronpa is what she said after all. But still, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him, maybe he doesn’t know the truth about everything.

Guess I should make one of these since everyone else is.

I’m Emily (21, she/her), and I’ve kind of jumped around between different groups within the past year (st.eci, se/pt, ci/tt/a, k.ny, attu.nia mostly) so you probably know me from there!

I’m a (tired) college student, and love writing/rping even if I am super slow at it, and have way too many muses for my own good. My ooc faceclaim is Hatsune Miku (which totally isn’t bc there’s a wig of her in the promo art nope)

So who’s ready for this? Anyways, most people know me but I’m Emily and back at it with dr muses. I love Tsumugi a lot more than most people and thought it’d be fun to give her a go!

It’s basically everywhere on my blog, but this blog has major spoilers but they are tagged as “#ndrv3 spoilers” so just blacklist it if you’re not already familiar with this game.