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Hi fam, it’s been a while

This blog isn’t dead, I’m just really unmotivated as hell, and mental health issues do that to you. I’m still writing nsfw headcanons, but I don’t like to publicly decline stuff

So I’m just gonna make myself clear right here, right now

I accept Fuuta x Female stuff as confessions, but I don’t feel comfortable writing nsfw headcanons abt it. It’s weird. But it’s just kinda how I am

Also, I really dislike the ship 0309, so I won’t write nsfw headcanons about that ship either

Thank you, and apologies

Oughhh Amaneist Fuuta makes me crazy enough as it is… to think he could be coaxed into violence after everything… (They need an emoji that’s a mix of D: and >:3) The timing is pretty wishy-washy… I kind of placed this after all the trials, when the innocent prisoners could choose to leave, but could stay a little longer if they wanted ig? Es is kinda hiding out in their room until everyone else has finished their goodbyes and left.

(I thought that first OoA request was sad but HERE WE ARE IG –) Tw child death x2 😭😭😭

Breathe. Just breathe.

Fuuta tried to recall the soothing tone of Amane’s voice, but could only conjure up the harsh demanding of his own. For someone so young, she would always calm him down. Well, she had always calmed him down. He wouldn’t be able to rely on her any more.

After final verdicts, all he could do was remember her. Remember how she lived – with those ever-confident eyes and reaching hands – as he kept his own composure in the hardest of times. Remember how she spoke – keeping her words short and focused – when he pleaded his case against Es and their voices. Remember how she reached her goals – knife in hand, creeping down the corridor – while he attempted the very same in her honor.

He scolded himself for the nervousness still suffocating him. He knew this plan worked. He knew it went quickly and quietly, a perfect method for someone who’d never even raised a hand to someone else. He also knew the consequences were bearable: the others were merely outraged when it happened the first time, but now there wasn’t anyone left to feel horrified. If they did hear of his plan, they’d even agree.

Or, at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

After all, Es had hurt all of them, hadn’t they? The Warden was of sound mind when they made those decisions. They’d carried out each and every harsh verdict, knowing exactly what would happen. They’d flippantly toyed with life and death, leaving the prisoners injured, grieving, and left to pick up the piece by themselves.

No one should play God. There was only one, and Fuuta would carry out His punishment for such a sin. If Amane had to die because of the dried blood on her hands, shouldn’t the same rules apply to Es?

Fuuta repeated the question to himself until Es finally emerged from their room. His temper flared seeing their face so calm after what they’d done. His breath hitched as he adjusted the knife in his hand. He could see Amane’s smile in his mind. He was ready to fight. He was going to be sick. He ran forward.

Es looked up in shock as he appeared, blade protruding a with deadly shine.

It wasn’t like the first interrogation, when this kid was just a stranger to him, or when he cried out with his whole chest to alert as many people as possible, or when he went charging forward without any hesitation in his step. But those were minor differences when faced with the most important change: this time, there was no barrier to stop his attack from fully connecting.

The actual impact was much smoother than he expected, and the aftermath was even worse that he’d prepared for. The force of his approach left the two on the ground, Fuuta pinning Es to the ground, the knife sitting solidly between them. He hadn’t expected blood to be so warm, or there to be so much of it. He especially hadn’t planned on Es speaking to him.

“F-Fuuta? What are you…?”

It didn’t matter how much bigger Fuuta was (and he was realizing just how much bigger he was), their eyes grew wide enough to swallow him up. His vision filled with their shocked gray irises. They darted around his face in fear, in pain, in betrayal. Then, they angled in something else. Was it relief? Reassurance? God, was it forgiveness?

Why should he receive that, and not Amane?

He grit his teeth. “This is your divine punishment!”

“I see…” Their eyes flicked from him to the knife lodged in their chest. Then back to him. They let out a horrible, wheezing sound, and it took Fuuta a moment to realize it was a laugh. “I didn’t think you would… that you could…”

“Well, you underestimated me! I’m a hero, really!” Is avenging the innocent the same as protecting them? It’s not like he had another choice. “I’ve found my purpose. My calling!”

“I know. That’s why…” Their words hitched with a wince. “That’s why I’m sorry. I’m sorry for… making you do this.”

They should have apologized for killing Amane. For the suffering of the others. Why were they sorry for him? Who the hell apologized to their killer? Fuuta’s stomach churned at the thought. Es had never raised a hand to him. Never even insulted him. Why did this kid have to make everything so complicated?

It had been so easy for Amane. Once she committed herself to a goal, she saw it through, unflinching. She had been the strongest of them all. Why couldn’t he be as steadfast and pious?

He just had to focus on his goal. He just had to focus, and breathe.

“Th-this was God’s command! Milgram will cause no more pain. No more verdicts. Do you hear me? No more death will come out of this place!”

As he spoke, they reached a glove hand upwards. For a moment, Fuuta wondered if they were finally going to fight back. Perhaps they’d try and wrestle the weapon away from him.

“Hah… that’s right…”

They seemed to relax further into the ground as their hand arrived on Fuuta’s cheek – a faint touch, but one he’d feel the ghost of for the rest of his life. Leaning this close, the dark circles and worry lines across their face came into view.

“Fuuta… Thank you.”

“Wh –! You have nothing to thank me for!” For a harsh statement, it came out more like a plea.

He twisted the knife in place – he needed to make end this fast, for both of their sakes.

The movement forced a coughing fit from Es, though a smile appeared on their lips as soon as it subsided. It was one of their rare, genuine smiles, and yet a trickle of blood spilled down their lip.

“I’m glad… I’ll be the last…”

The silence of the prison grew oppressive around the pair – not a single creak or echo came from the darkened corridors. Unable to hold it for a moment longer, Fuuta released the knife and slumped back. What was he supposed to do now?

He folded his bloody hands together, inhaling deep, but no words of prayer came to him.

He and Es breathed out together.

Sachiko x Haruka vignette inspired by my spouse and I irl ;)

“Sorry!”

Sachiko blushed, almost immediately pulling her hand away. Haruka gave her a pleading look, almost as if he was, quite literally, trying to hide back tears from her hand being jerked away.

“E-Eh? N-No, you shouldn’t be sorry. I–” he looked down, cutting himself off mid-sentence. A blush started to grow on his cheeks and nose, fiddling with his sleeve. Sachiko’s fingers found the ring sitting on her left middle finger, gently twisting it up and down. She mindlessly toyed with her jewelry as Haruka kept playing with his sleeve.

Silence between them was usually comfortable. All they needed was to be in the same room, and that was enough to keep their connection strong.

But today?

It was a little… different.

Haruka opened his mouth, wanting to break it, but closed it again. He clutched his stomach slowly, as if he was feeling hunger pains. He looked up at Sachiko, only to immediately avert his eyes. Not out of disgust, but out of awkwardness and fear of even trying to break the silence.

“…Sachi…?”

Haruka croaked out, the call for her name ending in more of a question. Sachiko looked down, finally putting her hands on the table in front of them. Her press-on nails were a bit crooked from being fiddled with, along with her rings that were twisted away from the center. Compulsive habit.

“My fingers are naturally cold. It probably felt like a block of ice when you touched them,” She blushed, making Haruka shake his head rapidly.

“I-I…no, you’re okay. My hands are very hot…I’m sorry,” He apologized himself, his fingernails finding their way into his palm. Sachiko, almost instinctively, took his hands into hers before they could dig into his skin. He squeaked out, blushing once again, making her looked away in embarrassment.

“…Sorry….” She apologized again, making Haruka look at her. Look at her like she put all the stars in the world.

“Sachi…”

He giggled.

Sachiko looked at her boyfriend, confused and a bit flustered. He smiled, recoiling just a bit, but still voiced his thoughts. It’s been long enough that he feels more comfortable starting conversations with her, even more comfortable voicing his thoughts.

“You’re…smiling, Haruka. Do you like that my hands are naturally cold?” Sachiko asked, making Haruka look down, but still keep the soft smile on his face.

“Uhh…i-it’s just that…we both say sorry, but…we both also comfort the other person…and if someone like me is being comforted by you…that makes me happy…” He giggled again, this time, impossibly softer than before.

Sachiko couldn’t help but break into a smile herself, her hand making its way across the table, right towards Haruka. His smile was immediately replaced with a slightly flustered face, but he instinctively held his warm hand out.

Both their fingers intertwined, the cold fingers of Sachiko’s aligning snugly with Haruka’s hot fingers. He let out a small breath, feeling her metallic rings against his skin. He turned to her again, his blue eyes practically sparkling with admiration.

“… Your hands are so pretty, Sachi…I-I mean…e-everything about you is pretty! I just…I really like your hands,” He blurted out, making Sachiko grin wider.

“You know, Haruka. If I have naturally cold hands, and you have naturally warm hands…this means we really are made for each other!” She exclaimed gently, making Haruka blush yet again.

“E-Eh?!”

“Cause it means when we hold hands, we become the perfect temperature,” She chuckled.

Haruka looked at her for a good five seconds with (this time, red) blush on his face and wide eyes. He then softened and laughed too, his touch just a little tighter on them holding hands.

the first warning signs of Milgram is actually more literal than we think were when they literally made kazui a cop

milgram voting is very easy. if kazuis new song is under 3 minutes we kill them

Chapter 2 is out now!! This one took a while to finally get around to finishing. 

Also fun fact: I actually write on my e-reader since otherwise I get really distracted while writing or end up editing sentences excessively, but since I haven’t had much luck scanning text from off of my e-reader with my phone camera, it means I have to type it all up again before I can edit and post. That can take a while depending on how long the chapters are. So even though I really love reading long chapters, I doubt I’ll be writing any 10k+ word chapters soon because of how long the whole process takes. Though depending on whether I decide to split two major events I have planned into separate chapters or put them in the same chapter, I might be taking that back by the next chapter lol. I’d be impressed if I could write a 6k word chapter tbh 

kahoot night

haruka on strawpage
i’m so milgrampiled rn and i’m not having a good time

Can anyone tell me the milgram songs assignments for drante characters??

Like I know that the purge march is assigned to asuga and tear drop to lyra but what about the others???

I miss milgram shop au

i cant find any posts about it but i swear to god i said something about how mahiru is much more like stork than I initially anticipated after her report, but i was thinking about it and they are actually concerningly similar. they even both have the bird thing going on

Guys pls how is there no sumi x naki yuri on here. Get on my ship we’re heading to yuri island

gyaru-y muu cause its been a minuteee

From my zero escape × milgram au thingy!!!!

Her design for context. Im gonna make the bracelet silver and chain belt gold though. And a small bit of tights under the pink legwarmer

Technically kogal inspired i think? The school uniform one right? I think.

Truly adore this sketch. Too bad my current computer mouse sucks.

Also bonus mahiru sketch

Jackalope Daily Day 654

His death is near. I just need to get his anatomy right.

hmmmmzzzmmmmm DING he’s done nice and cooked yum yum

they did it again? . I didn’t think it was the same but looking at it now. Right ear exposed head facing same way it counts kinda maybe