It's time for Round Two!

[itsabelle]

DANGAN ROLEPLAY KINK MEME

GUIDELINES/RULES:

1. All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about DRRP.


2. Fic and art fills are all good.


3. This is for all rounds of DRRP, canon or gimmick. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.


4. Stay anon because it's funner that way.


5. Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in DRRP proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.


6. This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.


7. If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. A list is being prepared to remind everyone.


8. Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut, or anything out of their comfort zone. Again, comments in volation will be deleted.


9. HAVE FUN. If any of these rules are broken let me know on this account, or on plurk (demidemonLove) and I will take care of it as soon as I can!

Original Meme Post by: foolreversed

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[itsabelle]

Please do not include these characters in any smut prompts:
- Super Sonico
- Perry the Platypus
- Winnie the Pooh
- Isabelle

Exclude from various prompts:
- Queen Elsa (No Het)
- Cecil Palmer (No Het)
- Naveen Granota (No frog sex please)

[(Anonymous)]

So Isabelle's player has gone on the record saying that Isabelle hears her various classmates speaking in Animalese, complete with catchphrases at the end of their sentences. Let's have some daily life in the hotel of mutual killing from her perspective.

(Bonus points if Ryuunosuke is involved and his catchphrase is "GREATEST COOL.")

[(Anonymous)]

Meridiana discovers something modern in Kalos that she didn't get the chance to see in the hotel. The other teenagers react.

[(Anonymous)]

"Well, it's certainly different from what we had where I come from," Meridiana said, gingerly running her fingertips down the metal frame of a shiny lavender bicycle. "Is the safety bicycle now the standard, then? The shape isn't quite what I remember, but that would be the closest sort."

The bike shop owner rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I guess you could say that. You kids aren't from around here, are you?"

"Nnnnnnnnot really," Dave said with a shrug. "You know. All our stories are both very long and, if I may say, complete and utter bullshit no one wants to listen to."

"He's right," Silver whispered to the owner.

Meridiana wandered to another bright blue one. She cautiously rang the bell attached to the display model and jumped back. This knocked the bicycle behind her backwards into another one. Ryouji lunged to grab the next one and pull them up before the domino effect could take down the whole shop.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" Meridiana leaned over to help bring up the bikes. "I didn't mean to, you see. Is cycling popular in Kalos? They all looked like great fun when we saw the cyclists on the hill coming into town."

"It's our town's favourite pastime!" The store owner grinned. "You know, you four look like you travel a lot. I'll tell you what, if you're all looking for bicycles, I could actually knock some off the price, maybe like twenty percent?"

"That's very kind of you!" Meridiana clasped her hands in front of her. "Ah, but wouldn't that still--"

"Deal," Silver and Dave said at once. They went for their wallets and started counting out stacks of money.

Ryouji poked his head over their shoulders. "Hey," he whispered, "how did you get that much money, anyway? We haven't been having that many battles, and the Foundation has barely called us in for missions lately since we're on this journey."

"Legit means," Silver said with a cough.

"Totally legit," Dave added.

"Trainer battles."

"Stock market."

"You know."

"My goodness," Meridiana said, counting the totals out on the calculator app she'd downloaded onto her PSS. "The two of you must be very lucky."

[(Anonymous)]

Dahlia (who fucked off to live in rebuilt DR World Paris or sth after R1) and Maya accidentally meeting in DR World at some point post-R3 and how terribly that would go.

[(Anonymous)]

Kayneth finding increasingly inappropriate objects stored in his Vase of Holding. It's up to him to solve the mystery of Which Student Put This Shit in Here.

Bonus points if he sees himself as the gentleman protagonist of some detective novel.

+1

[(Anonymous)]

if i could write sir walnut i would be on this in an instant

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously we need to do something involving the Hatdads being in the same room.

[(Anonymous)]

"So... you used ta be undead?" Harvey edges away from Walker while trying not to look like he's doing so.

Walker resists the urge to facepalm. "Yes. Don't worry, even when I was a zombie, I didn't attack anyone. I also didn't eat brains. Or, well, much of anything, though I did cook for the others before I lost my body."

Harvey scratches his head. "That another euphemism for 'die' or is it some kinda ghost thing? Never know these days."

"No, I died a couple of weeks after that." Pause. "Re-died. Then came back alive when the deer god revived us. I heard something like that happened to one of yours, too?"

"Yeah, well." Harvey shrugs. "Kids these days. Always gettin' into weird stuff."

A blue bipedal platypus shuffles into the room and holds up a notepad with the message "Tell me about it."

[(Anonymous)]

Alison uses her gauntlet to control everyone.

With sexy results.

[(Anonymous)]

Silver and Dave kiss while on a mission for the Future Foundation. Can be accidental or on purpose!

[(Anonymous)]

"Man," Dave groaned, hoisting himself up and over a fence. "All the super-spy missions out there in the whole fuckin' universe and we gotta go to the middle of the desert to put some faces back on these monuments."

Silver shrugged and snapped on his goggles before moving ahead. "I don't mind. The Monobear heads are tacky. Besides, the higher-ups apparently wanted this fixed years ago, so maybe doing it will get them out of our hair for long enough to take a vacation. The money's all right, too, I guess."

"Guess so." Dave took off his sunglasses for just long enough to rub his eyes and quickly put the sunglasses back on. "So what, if one of those Monokids sees us, we just flash-step past 'em or knock 'em out with an attack? Sounds easy if you ask me."

Silver rolled his eyes and grabbed Dave's wrist. "And the easy way is probably a trap. Come on, we're too out in the open for--"

ALERT. ALERT.

"Told you." Silver broke into a run, dragging Dave behind him for only the few seconds that it took him to react. Dave snapped forward to drag Silver along, streaking between buildings and into a storage shed and slamming the door right away. The two of them pressed themselves up against the wall to take a few seconds to breathe.

"Cheaters," Dave gasped. "What, did you just trip one of those spy movie lasers to get the whole place looking for us?"

"Did I? I was telling you walking in the front door was too easy!"

"I definitely recall you being the one who was walking when that alarm went off."

Dave slowly shifted to peer through the crack between the door and wall, then immediately spun back to where he was and took in deep, quick gasps.

"Oh. Oh, no."

"What is it?" Silver asked. Dave fixed a look on him that he felt even past the sunglasses.

"They have those body-horror spiderbear assholes patrolling the place now. I told you, I hate those things. Maybe we can just. Uh. Stay in here. Forever. Possibly?"

"Not forever," Silver said. "We'd run out of food eventually, there's no water in here, they're bound to look in here eventually--"

"Come onnnnnnn..." Dave clung onto Silver's sleeve and collapsed against him dramatically. "This isn't about logic, it's about Dave versus bug-eyed spiderbears equals no thank you ever."

Silver suppressed a laugh, conditioned to hide well, and reached to ruffle Dave's hair. "We can stay in here for a few minutes."

(He was being so smooth, he decided. Totally. This would for sure win his partner's heart for the day, or at least half of it. A third? Maybe a fifth. But he kept calling Allie "sister," so probably Silver's share would be more like a quarter, and--)

Dave snorted and stood straight up. When Silver jolted out of his daydream, Dave could see even through his sunglasses and the storage shed's shadows that Silver's face was now a darker red than his hair.

"Dude, if this was all a plot to make out with your mission partner in a storage shed while on duty, warn a guy before setting the spiderbears on him." He smirked.

Silver blinked. "...Okay, I wasn't actually planning to set off the alarm, what kind of person do you think I am, Ryoji?"

"Well, you never know," Dave said.

Their faces moved in closer at the same time and they fumbled, Silver more so, Dave stubbornly insisting on keeping his sunglasses on (Silver didn't get it, he foggily thought while grabbing hold of Dave's shoulders, red eyes weren't even weird to have). Their chapped lips briefly caught on each other, dry but warm with breath, and the shade inside the shed suddenly wasn't near cool enough, more due to the heat rising in their now red faces than the sun bearing down outside.

When they did part, they each looked away from the other and studied the walls until the sounds of Junk Monobears had passed.

"Uh." The dryness in Silver's throat cracked. "I. Think it's safe."

"You sure?" Dave turned back to the spot by the door where he'd looked out before. "I don't want to mess with those bears even with my powers. Hate the things. That eye, man."

"Yeah." Silver hesitated. "...You're not going to tell Meridiana about this, are you?"

Dave laughed. "After that one time with Ryoji's scarf on that bench in Snowbelle? She'd want to film it."

[(Anonymous)]

This week's motivation for murder is all you humans have been turned into monsters and all you non-humans have been turned into inanimate objects.

Good luck!

[(Anonymous)]

Ooo yes and bonus points for graphic descriptions of the transformation sequence!

[(Anonymous)]

Wario, Gaston and Dan starring in "The Smelly Losers That Nobody Liked"

[(Anonymous)]

The Smelly Losers Nobody Liked is filmed before a live studio audience.

Scene: The living room of a large house where Wario, Gaston, and Dan all live together in bachelor bliss. Food wrappers and laundry and tossed around the floor and furniture, and the only clear surface is the TV stand.

An eighties sitcom saxophone riff plays as we cut to Dan lounging on the couch flipping through the channels. The front door slams open and Gaston walks in, tall and proud.

"Dan, my good man! I've been out at the gym since this morning and I have never felt as powerful as now!" He flexes a bulging arm. The audience whistles.

"Whatever, jerkface." Dan pounds the channel button and he gets more and more frustrated at the content on the screen. "Why don't they make anything halfway decent in this day and age?! Each news station talks about the same fucking thing! These soap operas are absolute garbage!" He throws the remote at the TV screen, knocking it off its stand so it crashes onto the floor. And possibly chips. Neither of them care. "And I don't care what you did today. Go bother someone else."

"Like who?" Before Gaston can answer, a fat man bursts through the ceiling as the audience cheers for five minutes.

"WAHAHAHA! WARIO IS-A HERE!" He flexes both arms, which are more muscular than whatever Gaston could ever hope to achieve. "Dis-a show just got-a better!"

"Did you just break through the bathroom floor?!" Dan throws the half-empty bowl of chips at Wario, who opens his mouth wide to swallow it whole.

"Thank-a you! And no. I broke through the attic, Gaston's room, and the bathroom!"

Gaston recoils in horror. "My room?! No, those photos of Belle!" He runs up the stairs.

For once, Dan is is a good mood. "Thanks, Wario. He needed that hole in his room after he broke down my wall in the middle of weightlifting." Dan will never understand why he thought throwing dumbbells across the gym was a good idea in the first place. "Hey, now we can install that elevator I keep asking you guys about."

"No. It's-a stupid idea!"

"Yeah? And why is that? An elevator will cut down on traveling time, and we could send food upstairs without any of us having to leave the kitchen. It's a brilliant idea!" Because Dan thought up of it.

"Because Wario thinks it's stupid!" He farts and flies back up the hole he created. "WAHAHAHAHA!"

"GET BACK HERE! WARIOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Dan shakes his fists at Wario, who is slowly drifting away on a cloud of noxious gases. The audience laughs.

In the meantime, Gaston salvages through the wreckage of the room. Most of his photos are scattered on the floor or ripped up, and the painting he made of himself is in pieces. "Oh...my Belle. How could that terrible Wario do this to you!" He grips the remains of his favorite photo to his heart. Behind him, Wario rises up from the bathroom below with his arms crossed.

"Na naa na naa naaaa!" He taunts before another fart rockets him up to the attic.

"You'll pay for this!" Gaston grabs the crossbow he leaves on his desk and aims it upward. Wario already has walked away from the hole, but Gaston fires a warning shot anyway.

"Hey! Watch-a what you're-a pointing that, idiot!" Wario peers down the hole and shakes his fist at Gaston.

"Look who's calling me an idiot, you idiot!" Dan continues to shout from the first floor.

"Both of you, silence!!" Gaston roars. "Wario and I will settle this man-to-man, outside."

"If you two are fighting, I'm coming, too." Dan runs upstairs to his room to grab his flamethrower.

"Eh, you're-a gonna get beat by the mighty Wario anyway," he says casually while picking his nose.

The three menchildren head to the yard, which is overgrown with weeds and has three barbecue grills rusting on it. It's the third fight they had this week, but it has to be treated with grave seriousness like the others.

Which smelly loser will win this round? Find out after the break!

The Smelly Losers Nobody Liked will return after these messages.

[(Anonymous)]

Have an alternate prompt here. Isabelle is the victim. I'm curious what happens next.

[(Anonymous)]

Someone reset her game...permanently!

[(Anonymous)]

But CAN you put Ryoji in a Pokeball?

[(Anonymous)]

He knew he shouldn't try. However, given his antenna hair, his having run away from home just to run away from his problems, and his insistence on wearing that yellow scarf with the camouflage pants he'd picked up in Snowbelle and Meridiana's blouse, Mochizuki Ryouji was already well-established in the realm of bad decisions. With that, when he came upon a safe left open in one of the Future Foundation's labs and a cardboard box inside labelled "DANGEROUS NONHUMAN CONTAINMENT SUPPLIES -L.," there really was only one thing to do.

Which was why a three-hour-long search of the grounds that ended in seven teenagers begging to check the security camera feed (Meridiana's puppy eyes were supremely effective) ended with the group walking into the lab in question and picking up a rolling Master Ball on top of a pile of them in said now-opened box.

(It was really comfortable in there.)

[(Anonymous)]

Meridiana and Ryoji actually ARE ghouls. What happens?

not the op but

[(Anonymous)]

if it leads to dave and silver becoming half-ghoul with ryuunosuke i will laugh my butt off

[(Anonymous)]

Kalos Detective Agency reacts to the Teenage Polyblob crashing their house. Adachi gets blamed somehow.

[(Anonymous)]

Some raid's Beat's closet and discovers all the girls clothes he's been hiding.

Crossdressing Kink Beat.

[(Anonymous)]

"Bwah! How'd you get in here, Train?"

Looking up from where he was currently sitting on the floor, surrounded by the contents of Beat's closet, Tran blinks up at Beat. "Did you know you own more dresses than I do? I counted."

"Ain'tchu ever heard of privacy?!"

"I needed to borrow a pair of pants," Tran says, like that explains how he managed to break into Beat's room. He holds up a black Gothic Lolita abomination. "Why do you have all these, anyway? Do you have a girlfriend or something? Is it that girl who manhandled you at the party?"

"Man, they's for stats!" Beat snatches the dress from Tran's hands. "Sometimes a bro's gotta wear a dress so he can punch stuff better, yo! Don'tchu wear dresses for the same reason, Train?"

"Beat, I wear dresses because I like them." Tran tilts his head slightly. "I mean, they make me feel powerful, but it's a different kind of power than what you're talking about."

"You mean how you gotta have high bravery to wear 'em, so's they make you feel confident?"

"... Something like that, sure." Shaking his head, Tran stands. "Anyway, can I borrow a pair of pants? The Super High School Level Therapist wants me to wear pants for a week to increase my self worth or some shit and I don't own any. Because I hate them, which I tried to explain but well."

There wasn't really any need to explain how poorly trying to argue with the SHSL Therapist usually went. They'd all done it at some point, so really it was usually easier to just do whatever bullshit task they were assigned.

"Can'tchu just make whatever intern has a crush on you buy 'em? Ain't that how you get all your other clothes?"

"I don't actually want to own a pair of pants, Beat. If I own them, what's his face is going to make me wear them to meetings and shit and I would rather explain the every food in the kitchen to Hanbei. Again."

"Aight, aight. Whatever, man, take a pair of pants and just never mention any of dis to anyone. Ever."

Grabbing a pair of Beat's pants from the pile of clothes, Tran waves his concern off. "Sure, it's our secret. I won't tell anyone."

"You swear?"

"Cross my heart," Tran says with a smile, "and hope to die."

Really, given that wording, Beat shouldn't have been entirely surprised that Tran texted basically the entire Future Foundation a picture of Beat's closet before he'd even walked all the way back to his room.

[(Anonymous)]

We've had Protag Meet, why not Snarker Meet?

Madison, Schuldig, Maybeck, and Arts&Lovecrafts get to meet up and talk about what it's like to make the tough calls and be the morally grey (or just plain immoral) person on the team while dealing with a bunch of traumatized kids and way too much optimism.

feat. wiitney because smash is almost over

[(Anonymous)]

"Okay, so, like." Madison rolled her eyes and propped her chin up with her hand. "I get that we have this dumbass therapy meeting program, obviously, and the therapist was all, 'for this session I'm gonna group you up with fellow survivors with similar personality role yada yada boring shit.' What I don't get is how that translated into me hanging around with you morons."

Schuldig kicked his legs up onto the table and leaned back in his conference chair. "Takes one to know one, Firebug Barbie. What, would you rather be doing the Foundation's paperwork?"

"I know a lot of things I'd rather be doing..." Ryuunosuke smirked and leaned against Tsukiyama next to him.

"Save it for later, amore," Tsukiyama said, albeit with a matching conspiratorial smile. "And the presence of the other two, has anyone explained that?"

"You could ask us, you know." Maybeck looked up from a pamphlet that read, in bright yellow font, So You Went Through Another Dimension's Version of Murderschool and Then Our Incompetent Intern Accidentally Brought Your Class Here. "I'm just here because my job is hell."

"You know, that's an insult to the kids from actual hell." Madison shrugged and popped what was probably a mint, nobody wanted to ask.

The pale woman balancing on one foot while reading an identical pamphlet waved with her free hand. "Hello. I have heard that all of you have suffered incidents similar to that in the Smash Camp. Exercise can release endorphins and ease tension. Using the Wuhu Island Resort's extensive exercise library, I have developed a series of trauma-releasing exercises to relieve your stress. Everyone, begin in the resting position."

Tsukiyama tore his eyes away from his murderhusband to blink and stare. "It's like being told about Dave-kun's world again. Is she being serious?"

"According to her classmates, yes." Maybeck facepalmed. "Wiitney, I'm telling you, I get enough exercise walking around my work, much less all the running I have to do saving the world. I don't even rest when I sleep."

Wiitney tilted her head. "I have learned that Miis need an average of eight hours of sleep, often more for the young and/or active. Neglecting that will lead to fatigue."

"Tell that to the gathered villains of fifty-plus family movies," he groaned.

Schuldig hopped out of his chair and ran a hand through his hair with a flourish. "Hey, why not do as the lady says? It'll be more entertaining than sitting on our asses not-so-secretly hating each other, except for the leopard king and mister purple argyle staring lovingly into each other's eyes while not-so-secretly hating the rest of us."

"Super rude," Ryuunosuke said. "I thought we were doing a good job."

"Do we seriously have to do this?" Madison asked. "It's pointless. I'd rather eat a decomposing duck than go to Fitness Hour with a side of murder."

Wiitney stared blankly ahead. "Eating right and exercising are the pillars of good health."

"I'm gonna burn this place to the ground."

[(Anonymous)]

This week's motive: Ageswap

[(Anonymous)]

"Dude." Allie tugged down her shirt and winced. "Sure, none of our clothes fit and we all look like someone's parents, but is this really gonna convince anyone to murder anybody?"

"I have no idea," Ryoji said with a nervous laugh. "We could always just switch clothes with the adults, anyway. I've always wanted to try on Ryuunosuke's leopard-print jacket!"

That made Haruka double over with laughter. "Yes," she said, grabbing his arm with the hand that wasn't clutching her stomach. "You should totally, totally do it! It's 'your perfect thing!' This is gonna be the best motive ever. He'll get tired after we've just used it to have fun."

"I wouldn't count on that." Silver scoffed. "This is one of those motives where Monobear gives us something weak because someone is already close to snapping. I'd give us three days before we have a body on our hands."

"Can you not?" Allie grumbled. Dave and Haruka shot her thankful looks, no doubt thinking of which of her loved ones would either accidentally scare down the stairs or flat-out murder which of his that week.

"Either way," Ryoji said, waving his hands in front of his face. "This must be a fun motive. I wonder what the adults are doing..."

---

A young, dark-haired Futo swimming in oversized robes glanced at puppy Isabelle, then at Tsukiyama's door, and then back at Isabelle.

"They have been in there for nearly thirty minutes," she grumbled. "Prithee, do their indulgent teenage spirits know no modesty?"

Isabelle scratched behind her ear and blushed. "At least they put a sock on the door..."

[(Anonymous)]

Henri on set as a cereal mascot.

[(Anonymous)]

Just give me Meri-Meri stepping on Tsukiyama. Just do it.

[(Anonymous)]

HOPE'S. PEAK. HIGH. SCHOOL. HOST CLUB!!!!

[(Anonymous)]

My name is Silver Renaud. I'm a first-year at Hope's Peak Academy, my birthday is February 7^th, my favourite food is eggs, my blood type is AB... and I've completely lost control of my life.

See, it all started when I got this acceptance letter to this super-exclusive school. They don't even have an entrance exam, they just pick you based on your over-the-top talents. I go to school with published authors, Olympic athletes, movie directors, even supposedly super-amazing calligraphers who can write perfectly even backwards, all at high school age. The stupid part is my title, "Super High School Level Trader." It's supposedly about how I made my family rich being a prodigy on the stock market. Hah. That was just a cover-up for my dad's mob activities, and they bought it. The poor normal kid who got here on a "good luck" draw has more of a reason to come here than I do.

Okay, the really stupid stuff started when I broke a priceless vase in somebody's clubroom.

---

Way too many students came in today for a club that's just about sitting and flirting with people. I don't even know how to flirt, so I just don't. Apparently, they think that's just as good, anyway. I sat at the table and sighed as we started cleaning up.

A tall blond kid came over to my table and shook my shoulder.

"Hey, you know you don't actually have to do this. You're a super stock trader, you could just pay off your debt the normal way if you hate the Host Club so much."

Dave Strider, Super High School Level Knight. A foreign kid whose accomplishments in art and being in the right place to rescue foreign dignitaries got him knighted by three different governments by the age of sixteen. He's one of my best friends in this school, definitely in this club, and he's still the biggest idiot I know.

"It's fine," I said, waving my hand. "It's not like I care. It's just tiring."

A girl sat down next to us in an old-fashioned version of the uniform she probably inherited from a relative who was lucky enough to go here.

"Are you certain? I'd hate to cause you trouble, you know, you've been wonderful to us. I don't think I'd have been able to make it through today with all those suitors from the student body had you not appeared to lighten the load for us all, and brought us more baking besides!"

Meridiana always knew the right things to say. That was probably why she was the Super High School Level Seeress, after all. She had some kind of power to see the truth or the future? I hadn't really paid attention in the news. Her fortune-telling booths at club events sure brought in some extra money, though.

"Thanks," I said with a shrug. "You guys are great, too. I can handle this weird club and its customers. I mean, all we do is talk to them."

"You make it seem effortless." She touched her own hair, still getting used to the short length. We'd been trying to cut our own hair and she'd had... kind of an accident. "I suppose it's because they've deemed you a 'rebellious type,' isn't it? So even if you act disinterested, that's what they've arrived to see. That's somewhat true for the both of you, actually, since Dave's 'cool type' simply means he can speak about whatever he feels."

"Don't sell yourself short, babes," Dave said with a wink at Meridiana. Was it at her? I think it was at her. "You keep the fans coming like they're water and we're the other end of the river and you're seven thousand kilos of dynamite and you just blew up the dam. Boom. Water everywhere. RIP, abandoned old town at the bottom of the hill that no one lived in anymore anyway."

"Goodness," Meridiana said, touching her face. I was probably smiling by then. Sometimes I can't really tell.

"Hey, good job today!" Someone clapped me on the back. I jolted up and got to my feet, only to turn and see the two other club members waving and smiling at me.

"You two are way too happy," I said. "Someone give you tips or what?"

Allie Underhill and Mochizuki Ryouji. She's the Super High School Level Guile, who was held for ransom once to her rich family but talked her way out of the kidnapping and ended up making the kidnappers turn themselves in. He's the Super High School Level Flirt. I didn't even know that was a talent you could go to this school for, but apparently, he filled up an entire shipment of little black address books in the space of a week once. This whole club was his idea, something about how dates are so much fun and so many people want to go on them. Not hard to expect from someone whose habits made jealous significant others start calling him a Super High School Level Harbinger behind his back.

Allie gave a thumbs up. "Well, you know. Successful day, that kind of stuff! Everyone's super psyched for that ball we're throwing in a week and some."

"So many cute people..." Did Ryouji have little flowers and sparkles surrounding him? "They're all going to be really happy! I can't wait to see everyone dressed up. Oh, did we get the decorations all squared away yet?"

"Everything we need." Dave snapped his fingers. "Harks said she was taking care of it, all the way down to the horses. Gotta have horses."

"I've never been to a Western-themed ball before," Meridiana said, "but I'm sure it must be fun! Silver, have you tried your outlaw suit on yet? I'm sure you'll look as wonderful as Dave does in his sheriff costume."

"I'll get to it." I sighed. "Whose idea was it to base the ball off a Western, anyway?"

In unison, everyone else at the table said, "Behind you."

I groaned and turned around again. Down there was a smiling girl with mismatched side ponytails, carrying a clipboard covered in incomprehensible doodles.

"Yaha, Silver-kun! I heard you had stuff to say about the Western theme. Lots of people are excited for it, you know, you know. Besides, you complained about the fruit-themed party last month, and everybody loved that! Didn't they, guys?"

Saigusa Haruka, the Super High School Level Repair Girl. Proof that even people with normal talents can be the least comprehensible people you know. She showed up to club one day and declared herself our "manager," and now she helps out planning all our club events. You'd think fixing all the bulletin boards and fences around the school would take up all her time...

"I guess," I managed to say. "Thanks for the outlaw costume. I think. I mean, it's pretty okay." Under my breath, I added, "At least I didn't have to dress up as a cow."

"I love my cow costume!" Ryouji piped up. Knowing him, he actually did love the cow costume.

Haruka clapped. "Great! I'm gonna take some more notes to the faculty advisor if anyone has anything to say. Or, if Silver-kun wanted to come see him too..."

"What's with that weird look you're giving me?" I asked. She was leering and making that devious smile and everything!

"Oh, I don't know." Not Allie, too! "I think we all understand the real reason you decided to join the Host Club after finding out Tsukiyama was the faculty advisor."

"Come on, guys!" I felt my face heating up. Surrounded. This is how I die. "He's, what, twenty-something-or-other, and he's married, and so what if he's always nice to me and his clothes are amazing and he's always expressing himself with these cool gestures and he really makes you want to pay attention to what he's saying and he's rich enough to have two or three mansions and he knows where to find beauty in everything and he's always being poetic and okay, basically anyone would be attracted to that guy, but..."

The door burst open and a gale of flower petals flew in, blown by fans set up behind the flawless purple-haired faculty advisor making a flourishing gesture with his hands in the air.

"Ah, bonjour, everyone! I hope I wasn't interrupting anything...?"

Bury my dignity somewhere deep underneath the school.

[(Anonymous)]

Arts and Lovecrafts and Catholic Guilt.

Double date.

[(Anonymous)]

The Round 3 dads getting cards and gifts from the other students as a late Father's Day celebration.

[(Anonymous)]

just STAB ME IN THE HEART

[(Anonymous)]

Ryuunosuke finally gets that leopard-print mask.

[(Anonymous)]

Unused executions for the R3 characters, go. Break your own hearts.

i'm sorry

[(Anonymous)]

Monaka stared aghast at the stack of paper her kitty had brought to her. There was thankfully very little of the strange cat-language (http://wiki.puella-magi.net/Deciphering_the_runes) on it, so it was clear what was intended, and the few letters were clear enough for her to read.

POPULATION: GROWING

Following that were shakily drawn, child-like depictions of a small horde of Monobears, all dressed in an assortment of colorful shirts and milling about as Isabelle sits, tied to a tree (http://animalcrossing.wikia.com/wiki/Plaza). One monobear, dressed a little more intricately (http://www.ssbwiki.com/images/e/eb/Villager_SSB4.png) than the others (the artist seemed to have a few problems with pants) stepped up, holding a paper with the words 'Keep Town Beautiful' hastily added in. Still smiling, the mono-villager tears it up.

It starts to show slowly. First a single weed peeks through the cracked soil near the tree. Then two. Then five. Thirty. The weeds rapidly start sprouting out of control, quickly being followed by red flowers (http://animalcrossing.wikia.com/wiki/Rafflesia), the foliage creeping higher and higher, the canine mayoral assistant seeming to be in obvious distress as the tree starts getting overtaken by weeds. Then the monotownsfolk pitch in, starting to pull boots, tires, and empty cans out of a nearby stream...

Once the drawing-Isabelle is completely buried alive by the detritus, Monaka can't take it any more, tossing the sheaf of papers back at her helper. "Monaka can't do something like that, Kyuubey-chan! Isabelle never did anything wrong! Who would want to hurt an adorable puppy like her?"

You could have let her go, you know. Just because she never did anything wrong doesn't mean she won't, came the telepathic response even as Monaka fished for a lighter. No, this execution was... bad. It wasn't even her style, she didn't make it! Kyuubey probably just hates dogs, it makes sense, cats and dogs never got along, but she'd teach them to get along...

Do as you will. You know I am here to assist.

[(Anonymous)]

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