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DANGAN ROLEPLAY KINK MEME

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

Fic and art fills are all good.

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Stay anon because it's funner that way.

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Original Meme Post by:

foolreversed

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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.

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

Being restored to life is... trying. Certainly something I'm grateful for, as anyone would be, especially as I no longer need to rely on elevators or attempt to write with my left hand. (Not that I didn't appreciate Miss Saigusa's... advice, but writing upside down and backwards in a notebook simply to attempt to avoid bumping into the coils and covering my hand in ink is a ridiculous measure, especially if it ends up happening anyway.) As far as this Future Foundation goes, my opinion is much the same: I'm glad that they saved us so that we wouldn't have to make our way back to civilization wandering through an apocalyptic wasteland with the possibility of despair cultists or more of those vile children on the loose, but one would think that they'd manage to do it earlier, even if that little girl's magic was blocking their technology. She wasn't even a proper mage...

But I digress. My main concern is my classmates' treatment of Volumen Hydragyrum's jar.

Surely, being used by a tactless, smug hand-eating monstrosity with poor taste in clothing and worse taste in gentlemen to transport a hoard of our associates' underwear was the worst of it, I'd thought. To say nothing of the stains. Three-week-old flaking blood decomposes, does he not know this? But no. We were not on that boat for an hour before I noticed the door to my quarters left open and the jar on its side, dripping out another red liquid.

I would like to state for the record that I most certainly did not panic, nor did I forget that the blasted teleportation magic or whatever the excuse we were given was had turned our blood the powdery pink colour of liquid heartburn medication and that what was dripping out of the jar was not nearly viscous enough to resemble blood besides. ...But honestly, how did they get that spicy juice from the karaoke room out here and into the jar in the first place?

Unfortunately, the juvenile antics were not done with me. I had no sooner cleaned the jar and left it out to dry -- with a warning, mind you, DO NOT TOUCH -- than I returned from a rest break to find it sitting up instead of upside down to drain. Inside was... you know, I'm not entirely sure. It resembled a wooden doll, but it was plastic or... rubber, almost? Whatever manufacturer produced the odd thing felt the need to put some baffling electric mechanism inside to make it vibrate and scoot across the floor when I pushed it. I can understand wanting to discard your poor luck's winnings from that accursed machine back in the hotel, but my jar is not a disposal bin, nor should it be treated as one.

And then today. I had spent a few days keeping my jar out of sight to dissuade whoever the prankster is (I suspect Strider, he's always doing this nonsense), but I may have left my door open a crack in preparation for that farewell party. Certainly not wide open, what do you take me for? I was simply running around this base getting everything sorted out, and most definitely not still getting my bearings, much less actually becoming lost and ending up in -- oh, why do they even have that closet in the library, anyway? Regardless, when I returned to my temporary quarters, I found half of a machine capsule being used as a makeshift stopgap in the neck of my jar.

Perhaps I should not have investigated so... earnestly, but my property had been intruded upon, you know, and when one removes such an offending blockage from one's jar, one does not suspect to be chased out of one's room by the contents of a hive of bloodthirsty bees!

And here I had thought we were done with these amateurish investigations...

this is fantastic and i love it

thank you!

As soon as the word digress appeared I knew it would be good. Props!

It's time for Round Two!

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I don't think this is how it went down but it had to be drawn