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Phrog Fics

Unread post by phrogtm » Fri Feb 12, 2021 4:35 pm

Hello :)

Uhhh i cant post art cus the pics are too big?? So I’ll just write fics and post them :)
i write fanfics :) mostly danganronpa

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Re: dancing

Unread post by phrogtm » Sat Mar 27, 2021 8:19 pm

sorry it took so long for me to write something lmao
tw: junko enoshima, tragedy, blood (mild).




junko had a way of doing things, izuru realized.
most would call her unpredictable, disastrous, and a unbridled force of evil. and while most of what was said was true, even izuru could see the hidden routine junko loved to follow as she left the world to despair.

an example of this was that she always took him out to dance at 2pm, sharp.

he doesn’t know if there is a true reason, but no matter the weather, lighting, whatever events or meetings they had to attend, she would stop whatever she was doing just to dance with him.
izuru could have declined, seeing as how she would not be able to get the upper hand on him. however, the idea of what this all could lead to intrigued him enough to keep going.
every day was a different kind of dance. junko would decide which dance they would do the day before, giving the two time to practice or get the hang of what they were doing. then they would meet up at that same, old, dusty theater and dance on it’s stage. they performed to no one but themselves.

the elements could and would always reach them there. the theater’s roof had fallen down way before they reached the place. mold had grown into the old carpeting, giving homes to insects from all over. occasionally, a stray, malnourished animal would wonder there, flinching at the sight of the despairs. luckily, izuru knew what to do to take care of it.
the stage, despite everything around it, stayed mostly intake. perhaps junko had fixed it up, perhaps it was a miracle. izuru didn’t really care, since just from a glance, he could see that the stage would last for many more days to come.

the red sky stared at him today. it was raining; this almost filled him with concealed annoyance, if it weren’t for the fact he couldn’t feel. his suit was now wet, along with his long hair that would continue to get in his face all day.
he wasn’t told what dance they would do today. junko had only smiled that fake, overly happy smile of hers and walked off, probably to mess with mikan or servant again.
so today he was unprepared.
despite trying to connect the dots in his head, he couldn’t quite figure out what the would be doing today. that... feeling of confusion brought forth another emotion.

junko waved at him from the stage, a long poll in hand. it was bloodied, probably from smashing monokuma’s and random civilians on her way here. she hollered at him as he finally figures out this wave of emotion creeping up his spine.

excitement.
he was excited.
and now he remembers why he helped junko in the first place.
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Re: Phrog Fics

Unread post by phrogtm » Wed Apr 21, 2021 12:07 am

red reminded him of humanity. it was a very humane color.

it ran through his veins, connecting to his thoughts.

it leaked from all their appendages, spreading disease. despair ate away at the color, expanding and contracting as it overtook them.

and so red became despair.
and red became lonely.

it spread it's wings and flew above itself, finding something a bit more sincere than it knew.

humanity, too compact and lively, could not reach the blue skies above; red, desperate, named this inhumane peace hope.

hope did not like the desperate, and so the blue came down to wash over the cries of humanity. their screams would quiet as hope soon followed it's cleanse.

despair weeps at him, for he was it's son - they were all it's sons. he can do nothing, however, as he watches red freeze over, it's lips trembling, as unnatural peace takes it over.

hope, while silent, was dangerous; he saw it now. he saw the complete stillness of his land. he saw the cold stare hope gave him as he too started to shiver.

tranquility was quick to settle in as he too went out like a weak flame, leaving blue alone in it's new home.


unlike despair, however, hope was not one to get lonely.
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Re: Phrog Fics

Unread post by phrogtm » Wed Apr 28, 2021 11:57 pm

i fall in line quite easily for someone barely even able to limp through life.
you sprint, hurdles never stopping you, as you pass me again and again.

i can see the difference between us now: while slow, i run in my own lane while you speed through the others.

it all bores you, doesn't it?
you've passed me so many times.

but i do not grow bored of seeing you go, for i take in the world around me.

your life might be grey and passing you by but mine is vibrant and lively.

run with me, kamukura-kun. maybe one day you will learn to slow down.
one day you will rest.
one day the sun might finally reach you.

it is all so despairing, isn't it?
to realize that while you breathe, you have never truly lived?

have you seen the stars, my hope? have you truly seen?
the way they come out at night to bathe you in their heavenly gift?
have you?

these thoughts take me as you run by me another time.

only this time, you look back and finally, for the first time-
stop.


hello there, kamukura.
i am so happy to have finally met you.
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Re: Phrog Fics

Unread post by phrogtm » Thu May 06, 2021 10:07 pm

copy and pasted from ao3 so sorry the spacing is weird.


kamukura.

kamukura.

his kamukura izuru.

why must you torment him this way?



laughter threatens him, making sworn promises as it lies just behind his teeth. you can sense his discomfort, i am sure- so why is he still here?

why is it you hold him this way? speak to him this way? look at him this way?

his fragile heart can not take it.



komaeda’s soul rests on its knees, clutching at the being of yours; it prays to you, begging for this to end. this inner turmoil he experiences will only bore you. get in the way. you know this, do you not?

why is it he still wishes for more?

why is it, after all this time, you still don't kiss him?



your very presence scares him at times. a look into your eyes and komaeda can already see what it is you know.

so much. you know so much.

it is no matter, whether you can see his worried expression or not. he can feel your arm tighten around his waist, almost daring him to try and leave. you know. you know.

yet you do nothing.



komaeda wishes to kill you at times.

your talents are not real, your hope artificial.

that is what he wishes to say to you: "how dare you mock hope? your mere existence is a mockery to it all."

however, it would make no difference. and besides-



in a world of despair, can such hope even be considered fake?





your eyes close as you come to realize he’s stopped resisting. he gets tired so easily nowadays; his bones creak at the slightest of movements, showing his age and wither. you will be gone soon, his joints whisper, as they craze.

komaeda is.

so tired.

his kamukura never truly sleeps, instead, you listen in on the secrets of the wind as you feign innocence. your heart is steady but your senses are razor-sharp; komaeda has cut himself so many times on those sharp edges. it is now an expected dance you two partake in.

komaeda leaves with touch, you with control.



komaeda.

komaeda.

your komaeda nagito.

predictable, needy, and always serving.



surely it is ok? to treat yourself to simplicity?









komaeda's love wraps you in a warm blanket.

it is as boring as predicted.

but you cling onto it anyway, knowing there will soon be a day where this is gone.

soon be a day where you are alone.



how. boring.
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