with you at your l o w e s t

[sockdere]

with you at your lowest a shipping meme

There are undoubtedly moments in our lives that define us, no matter how crystal clear or hazy or memories of those times are. In the case of hazy recollections, it's more likely than you'd think. How strange it its that one inconsequential, in the grand scheme of things, event can change the course you take...not always so seriously or dramatically, of course. You can't remember why you don't like soup; in actuality, you burned your tongue badly on chicken soup at one point, long ago. You'd forgotten, but your mind and body didn't. More weighty traumas that you've unknowingly pushed back can work in much the same way. You shy away from using scissors as you feel a shiver run down your spine, not necessarily as you remember blood gushing from toddler-sized fingers when you played with the big-kid scissors and cut yourself. Still, there is a connection and it keeps you "safe" through past experience. The consciousness is amazing in that way, constantly making associations that, for better or worse, shape how we view the world around us, though we may not always recall what brought us those views. In this meme, however, there's no way this particular association - a special person, being around them, and your happiness - can go unnoticed, and you know the exact cause. In fact, you can track down the exact moment: this person came to you when you were low, perhaps even at your lowest. Like some guardian angel, they showed you kindness, they turned your world right side up again, they gave you a helping hand, or they granted you your life when they could have taken it. Perhaps it was something as simple as not treating you like trash. At that particular time, what they did meant everything. Whether you see your response to this as a welling up of true love or merely you owing them a debt, what you feel towards them cannot be measured. Even if you're usually as warm as a giant block of ice with a black heart, you have feelings towards them you can't quite understand. If you're emotional at the best of times, you'll most likely be completely overcome. Whatever the case may be, what you know for certain is that you want to stay with this and feel that lightness in your heart. Depending on what other associations you've made and how you've figured the world works for you, this desire could lead to actions going smoothly or terribly, terribly wrong and creepy. ( how to play ) Comment with your character and preferences. You might also want to mention which "side of the equation" you'd like to play and what tone you're looking for in the thread. Any other info is good, too. Reply to others. RNG. ( prompts ) Known: They've been there for you just about forever. First Meeting: You just met them, but they've made such an impression on you that it doesn't matter. Rescue:The danger is closing in, until someone steps in and saves your hide. Your hero! Healing: Bruised, beaten, and injured, you can't take care of yourself, despite your attempts. You'd be left to rot if they didn't come along. Just a Bad Day: There was no huge tragedy. You just had an awful day, and a little distraction makes all the difference. Broken: Inside or outside, you're a mess. It seems as if there's no fixing you, but they're going to try. Unprecedented Kindness: Before, no one has ever been nice to you. No one. Their attention is a change of pace. The Way You Look: After seeing nothing but monsters or murder, a little beauty is to be appreciation. Tears: "Don't cry," they said, and you're surprised how much their wiping away your tears affected you. Grumpy: Putting up your walls and your defenses of cruelty didn't run them away. For some reason, this endears them to you even more. A Simple Smile: Sometimes, a smile is all it takes to bring a ray of light into the darkness. Gave Me Hope: You're jaded and they're not. Their optimism or even their continued existence perks up your spirit just a bit, enough to continue on. Shattered Heart: They're helping you get over a romantic betrayal, platonic at at first. But then... Mercy: They could have, and should have, ended your life. They made another call. Didn't Reject: Despite your appearance, your past, your lifestyle, or your personality...not being the prettiest, they don't turn you away like everyone else has. Defend: No matter if it's verbally or physically, they're standing up for you. Give Me a Purpose: Through a need to help them in return, protect them, or make their life better, you've found yourself a purpose you thought you'd never have. WILD CARD

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chihiro fujisaki ( dangan ronpa ) m/m

[extensible]

[ooc: Chihiro would be on the receiving end of 3 & 14, and the comforter in 10. Open to either role for the rest of the prompts.]

good old fashioned 6 to destroy us all

[hallacious]

[A white room at the end of the world.

Ishimaru came here with heavy eyelids and a broken spirit, and here he's stayed, stone still, only occasionally reaching up to see if his hand still came back sticky and red when he held it to the shorter section of his hair. Whatever had come over him before didn't matter anymore. Maybe he hasn't noticed Fujisaki, or maybe he just can't bear to face him, or anyone else - his family, his brother, no matter - the tower of dreams he built from nothing came crashing down all too suddenly, and try as he might, he can't pull himself out of the wreckage.

But for now, he's alone in a corner with his knees to his chest, thinking of what could have been in a different life.]

oh no ishimaru ;_;

[extensible]

[ Chihiro didn't know what to do. Seeing Ishimaru like that struck something in him: a mixture of sorrow, worry, and anxiety. All he wanted to do was pull him out of it, to get him to face him despite all the pain he'd - they'd been through. He took step by step, the heavy weight almost dragging and slowing him down.

Everything will be all right.

That's what he wanted to say, but he knew better. He knew that he'd also only be fooling himself. With a shaky resolve, he kept going, kneeling down and lightly touching one of Ishimaru's arms. ]

Ishimaru-kun...?

[ He'd make this right somehow. There was determination in his spirit. Yes, he would make this right. He'd do anything in order to make that become a reality. The first step was to make Ishimaru realize he wasn't alone, to let him know that he was still there. ]

[hallacious]

[Even through the fabric of his pristine uniform, his body still feels chilled to the touch, and the sensation ripples through his skin like a jolt of electricity. Despite himself, he turns to look at its source, expression unchanging. His mouth hangs open just slightly, but no apology bursts forward, no requiem for what they had done. His eyes say enough.

They're lifeless, blank, devoid of all of the fire and passion that made him stand out in a crowd. It might just be a trick of the light, but his cheeks are sunken in just a little more than they were the last time Fujisaki saw his face, his frame just a little leaner, slouched over in a way that completely defies who he was. He looks at the boy in front of him for a few drawn-out, painful seconds, and then stops, gaze turning to the floor.

He can't bring himself to forgive the one responsible when he looks in the mirror.]

[extensible]

[ Seeing the absence of passion made his heart fall to his stomach. This wasn't Ishimaru, but a hollow shell of what he would have called him. Chihiro brings a hand close to his mouth, eyes shining. He looks so thin, so empty. It's like his body is a vessel and it feels like he's looking into nothing.

He sniffs, shutting his eyes tightly before moving closer, leaning and holding onto the fabric of his uniform. ]

Ishimaru-kun, p-please say something.

[ The silence is deafening. It echoes in the empty room, though his voice doesn't seem to be above a whisper. Chihiro tries to keep strong, but really seeing how far Ishimaru had gone set him off. He feels guilty, which he addresses with a softer apology: ]

I'm sorry... It wasn't your fault...