im submittig this as my free day last entry day 7 cuz im lazy byeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!! im done !!!!!!!!

FINALLY saioumota day 6 - sleep

they are fucking resting . please dont disturb 

Saioumota Week Day 6 - Seasons

Late for Saioumota week due to art block.

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saioumota week day 5 / workout

very slowly catching up with very shitty medicore results buts its fine cuz im having fun 

Sorry for the inactivity, I went to Japan :3 expect weird Japanese stuff incoming including the Danganronpa Cafe I went to in Shinjuku. Here are some of my @saioumotaweek drawings (Day 2, 4, and 6 I believe) 

Saioumota Week Day 5 (late)

Debated on holding back on this because I wasn’t sure if it was Saioumota enough… don’t think it is but meh.

Prompts were a bit generic and it was difficult for me to come up with something, I’m sorry.

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Please, do not hesitate to point out any errors in characterization, grammar, spelling or otherwise. I will do my best to fix it immediately.

(Games/Workout/Studying) if you look closely

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Before everything had gone to shit, Shuuichi had been an editor.

He’d spend hours on his phone switching between 5 different apps and screen his favorite Danganronpa characters in front of various backgrounds, use various sprites, overlays and textures to make a wide variety of new images of profile pictures, wallpapers, backgrounds and whatever else.

He’d take into account things that mattered like space and colour and anything that didn’t suit this specific view he’d have planned would be scrapped.

Post-game he found he still applied this in real life as well, both studying the relationship of those two important things and scrapping anything that didn’t work.

An example: when Maki had come back with a certain cosplayer mastermind who miraculously survived neither Shuuichi nor Himiko could find it in their hearts to forgive the girl. Let alone stand the site of her for everything that she’d done.

Maki had yelled at them about this, but they refused to budge. Like she could talk to them about anything relating to maturity while still refusing to take responsibility for the deaths of Kaito and Kokichi that she’d caused.

Her face had darkened, red eyes seemingly wanting to murder them as she clenched her fists. Instead she’d stormed out of the room to find the unapologetic bitch.

She’d packed her and Tsumugi’s bags and left overnight. They hadn’t seen her since and the hostile note she’d left them with was seared into their minds.

So now there was a rift separating the survivors. Like the ripped paper texture he had liked to use a lot in his edits. And on either side were two sides of red and blue and red and blue.

There used to be some variety, he laments. Shades of avocado green and royal purple and cheerful yellow that were no longer with them.

There wasn’t really any point in dwelling upon that now.

It’s hard not to though. There is a clear divide between his and Yumeno’s rooms. Some similarities, wide beds made of cherry wood large enough for three they’d brought from their old homes and the way that both of them really liked the faint yellow glow of fairy lights.

The differences were vaster though. While Himiko’s was a creamy white with so many martial arts robes and paint brushes shoved in the back of her cabinet, Shuuichi’s was painted a light blue and held so many polaroids of his two boyfriends.

Pictures in Disneyland, during their graduations, on a regular food date.

Most furniture in his room came from his old house, actually. A house meant for three that was way too huge for just Himiko and himself. That had way too many memories attached to even walk to the kitchen for a snack without collapsing.

The time when people like Kaede had come over to their kitchen to bake Kaito a rainbow sprinkle cake which he’d cried when seeing. And then as soon as everyone was full Kokichi shooed them out and grabbed their warm coats to surprise Kaito with a stargazing trip they’d planned.

Or when Kokichi had riled up Kaito to distract him after a failed exam in the living room painted the color of blue koi. The living room where they’d also discussed joining Danganronpa.

It was all too much to handle. Too much white space with nothing possible to fill it with.

He had to move out and Himiko who had been in a similar dilemma had tagged along.

And now they were in his room painted a dull purple reflecting on everything the past year.

“I wish… I wish I could go back and change everything.” Shuuichi said wistfully, lying flat on the fluffy chestnut duvet.

“Nyehh…I don’t.” Himiko said as she lay beside him, her hair falling in front of her face.

“Hm?”

“I think… this sounds weird, but well, wishing that… isn’t going to change anything, will it?“ She annoyedly blew the cherry red locks away. ”I’ll just keep moving forward, and hope Tenko and Angie are proud of me.”

Shuuichi smiled as he turns to face the younger girl, “Himiko, that's…” He pauses, trying to search for the right words. “You’ve gotten stronger.”

“Nyeh?” Himiko brightened. “So have you, Shuuichi.”

She turned around and grabbed a small box underneath the bed. “By the way… September 9th is your birthday, right? Not the in-game one.”

“Does it matter?” Shuuichi said, surprised at the sudden change of topic. “If it is, then Team Danganronpa were only off by two days.”

“Of course it does!” Himiko raised her voice, clearly upset.

“Fine, fine… It is, why?”

“I got you a present,” she said, offering him the box with both hands. “It used a lot of my mana to look for so I didn’t wanna be wrong about the date.”

He unwraps the box slowly, careful to not break the blue chevron wrapper and takes the two gifts individually wrapped in teal tissue paper out.

Pale green glow in the dark stars and paint is in the first.

And in the second… a milky white picture frame of the night sky, clearly labelled as a specific time on the date they’d gotten out of that hell.

He’s silent for a minute then turns to the girl and raises an eyebrow.

“I had a stupid idea… but I thought… we could honor their memory… Angie and Tenko and Kaito and Kokichi and everyone. That’s the night sky right after Kiibo opened the wall for us. We could put it on the living room ceiling…celebrate that we survived, and we’re still surviving. Because of them and their sacrifices.”

“Nyeh, that was tiring.” Himiko said embarrased as her face burned red and she looked anywhere but the birthday celebrant. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“No,” Shuuichi quickly reassured her. “I think it’s a brilliant idea. I’d be happy to help.“

It was the truth, after all. They were survivors and the reason for that was definitely because of their friends’ sacrifices.

Saioumota Week Day 7; Belief- Reality- Harmony- Free Day

Ending Saioumota week with Kokichi gettin cucked by bromance

Saioumota Week Day 7 - Harmony

Killing Harmony - AO3 

Thank you to @saioumotaweek for making this event, I’ve really enjoyed participating! 

The final prompt! I had a really fun time writing all of these and I’ve been really happy about the positive responses I’ve had to my writing! I hope to make more content soon. 

After the game, Saihara stumbles upon a forum talking about the game’s subtitle, ‘Killing Harmony’. What does it mean?

Post-game

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Saioumota Week Day #7: Belief/Harmony/Reality/Free Day

Everything Is Going to Be Okay (A little bit of Everything)

If you had asked Shuichi Saihara five years prior where he thought his life would be, he would have never said it was where he was then.

He wouldn’t have said he would be in a large bed, in between two very wonderful and loving boyfriends that adored him just as much, if not more, than he could have ever possibly imagined. 

Even less, he wouldn’t have guessed that he met either of them during a Killing Game.

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Day 6 - sleeping

SaiOuMota Week Day 3 Pets

Meet the SaiouMota pets, Watson the Black Bombay cat, Mars the German shepperd, and Mr.Fluffy the Fuzzie lop. 

Watson is a son of bitch, sarcastic has no one, who thinks Shuichi can´t care of himself and haunt for him (Bats, bugs, rats, etc), believing he helps him tu survive hungry. Hobbie: Search out Shuichi’s dignity on the floor (he thinks Saihara lost it). Likes: Strawberry Milk  SS: Is something wrong, Watson?  W: Meow Meow* Sorry, Shuichi, i did’nt found your dignity today ether… you really lost it…  Mr.Fluffy is the king complex bastard, too inteligent for his own good, cuddleholic, who bites the things he likes (normally Kaito). he will bite you too if you dont cuddle him. Hobbie: Make evil plans for steal carrots (normally with Watson and Mars). Likes: (More like a obsesion) Carrots.  OK: Arara, Want more cuddles? Nishishi M.F: Bunny Noises* Cuddle me! is an order! 

Mars is the cinnamonroll with a overdosis of sugar, too innocent for this world, he loves get petting and jump into the people he likes (and lick them too). also he loves his friends, Watson and Mr.Fluffy, and always play with them following Mr.Fluffy craziest ideas of games. Hobbie: Play. Likes: cookies.  KM: WOAHHHH Mars!!!  M: Bark Bark!* KAITOOOOOOOOO! 

They have one thing in common…  S, K, O: *Why they see us like that?… *

W: Meow Meow* why they are no mating already? Humans are weird…  M.F: Bunny Noises(?)* yeah, they are too complicated, just mate already, virgins!  M: Bark?* What is “Mate”?  —————— I was to submit this a couple days ago, but the tumblr didnt let me do anything until now, sorry (?)  and sorry my bad english, my draws are not the best, but here are the day 3 of the SaiOuMota Week. 

Saioumota Week Day 6; Vacation- Sleeping- Seasons

Whoops, looks like Kaito fell into the water! At least Kokichi seems to enjoy that

Day 6 – @saioumotaweek Vacation/Sleeping/Seasons

So… I accidentally stumbled on this wikihow article and y’know how it is

Nightly Worries

(Written for Saioumota Week - Sleeping. Also posted on AO3.)

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It was impossible to lie in your sleep, Kokichi was well aware, but that was hardly a matter of concern when one always slept alone. Distantly, he remembered a time when that wasn’t the case, when he was surrounded by friends that doubled as family… but those memories were mere fiction, and thus the truth remained. He’d always been alone.

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