Day 1 - Chief

Listen guys, I’m just saying, if we’re gonna break into this arcade for spare change the best night to do it would be Christmas Eve. No ones gonna be there

shinouma?

Shhhh... Don't wake them

this guy

tw-ing for bruises and a wee bit of blood...

but !! @lotftober2024 day 6!! childhood...!! i have many headcanons for roger and why hes the way he is... in short, his parents suck (giving him the black eye ashamedly made me think of travis phelps from sally face

@lotftober2024 Day 7: A View to a Death

im a day late (so sorry, i procrastinated </3), and i dont usually write and post it publicly, but i hope you enjoy ? :D

Ever since the news had been formally delivered, ever since the boys had been rescued from that island, a place that felt closer to Hell than anywhere else, they dreaded the concequences of their actions, the reality of their decisions. The ones with previously painted faces had been so confident and accepted that they were to live without true authority, that they could live without thinking of what they'd lost, and instead continue their version of adapting to the unfamiliar life they'd then lived, but now that they were on land, in a real society, there is no escape.

Like a cage stuffed of crows, the pews were filled with the black clothing of men and women in mourning, small children, fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, and grandparents, all weeping for the loss of their family, their friends.

When it became time to do prayers, readings, speak to the families, the boys found themselves planted in their seats. The hunters, the boys that were previously one of the church's choir, felt the eyes of everyone and everything on them, even with the assumed protection of their guardians beside them, the felt the judgement, as if every living, breathing being had known just what they'd done to the two boys that were once one of them. Now that they were forced to revel in this reality, there were no more excuses, no self-proclaimed freedom, their fear of each other, the fear of the beast, turned into a fear of themselves, a fear of judgement, less of their peers, their family, but of the being above.

The older boys, especially the bigguns, watched the reactions of everyone around them uncomfortably. Unlike the littluns, they knew of their actions, any previous justification felt like childish nonsense in comparison to pain and guilt they now felt.

They robbed the world of its children, as well as themselves of their own innocence. Inside them, forever will the beast reside.

Eats... ( Danganronpa blood... )

lotf doodles

we got uhh. jack, piggy, ralph, mulberry boy, simon and jalph.. guys I SWEAR I DONT LIKE JALPH I PROMISEEE (lie)

you:

dont believe in god

i:

dont believe in luck

believe we're the enemy

they:

don't believe in us

WAAAA RHANK YOU???? SOBBING CRYING ???

art dumping a wee bit 😇 ,, heres some doodles ive done during my classes (i heart fluffy jalph & fluffy choir boys ,, jack needs these hugs)

songs featured:

home to me - madeline

even the bad times are good - the tremeloes

"be more careful from now on."