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  1. 4 minutes ago, Katumai said:

    Pictures of my cats + some cats from the shelter I work at

    First two are mine the rest are at the shelter

     

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    Little fun fact about the first cat, Dawn: She's actually a dilute tortie, but she came out more cream than blue so it's hard to tell

    Zayda (the last cat) is also a dilute tortie, it's just much easier to tell with her

    (More pictures of Dawn)

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  2. "You've ruined the color blue for me

    I'm surrounded by a deep dark sea

    You've lied to us, and honestly-

    YOU'VE RUINED THE COLOR BLUE FOR ME!"

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    "Even if this is all fiction, even if we're all fictional-the pain in my heart is real! The sadness I feel when I lose the people I love is real!"

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    drv3 color palettes are weird man

    anyway uhhh first completely finished piece on my new tablet lets goo

    this took me like 2 days and i couldnt get the background to look right so i just took screenshots from the actual game

    not much else to say about the actual art so

    (Spoilers for like all of the danganronpa games below)

     

    I think people tend to overlook just how absolutely traumatized Shuichi is. like, imagine this:

    You wake up in some abandoned school in the middle of nowhere, scared out of your mind. A girl keeps you company and says she'll keep you safe, and you explore together. She's the only one you feel you can trust out of all the people there, and even when you find out you're in an actual killing game, she says she wont let anything happen to you, or anyone for that matter.

    You two almost catch the mastermind, but it turns out the guy who died was completely innocent, and you slowly realize that the girl, your friend, the only one you trusted and fought to keep you safe-is the murderer. And now it's up to you to bring it to light, but even then, as she says her goodbyes, she doesnt blame you. She wanted you to figure it out, and now youre tasked with the promise of keeping everyone safe. And then she's executed, right before your eyes.

    Slowly, more people die. Your friends, people you trusted-and youre the one who has to keep sentencing them to to their demise, or else everyone is doomed. Over. And over. And over again. 

    And when theres only five of you left, and the one you thought was behind everything is dead and gone, you discover-it's all been a lie. One of your four remaining friends, someone you loved and trusted and thought was completely innocent-is the mastermind. The one who orchestrated everything, the one who got so many of your friends killed-and she didn't care a bit about you. It was all an act. And you cant take it anymore.

    Only with the strength of your two remaining friends are you able to move forward-the last two people you love and know you can trust. The last two alive, while everyone else is dead-and for what? A sick game made for the amusement of others? Were you really just...fictional this whole time? Someone created for the sole purpose of filling the role you were assigned? Someone destined to watch your friends kill and be killed over and over again?

    There's a light-you and your friends are alive, but is it worth it to move forward? Is there even a future out there for all of you?

    Who knows.

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    yeah. that

    sorry for how long that all was but i needed it to really explain what im about to say-

    The protagonists suffer a disproportional amount in these games, and its never really how shown how it affects them all that much

    Makoto doesnt really show signs of everlasting consequences on his mental health except for like, one line in the game and that one scene where he hallucinates in the anime

    Hajime is...an odd case? It could be argued he's not all that affected by what happened, considering his friends are all alive and well, it turns out-but theres certainly damage in the form of Izuru, I would say

    Komaru is weird in this aspect-she didnt experience the same thing as the others, but she absolutely went through some horrifying stuff, from being imprisoned in isolation for a year to being forced to fight literal children traumatized to the point of losing themselves. Shes arguably almost died more times than anyone else, and she had a big weight on her shoulders-i could write a whole essay about Komaru and udg in general, but thats for another day

    Kaede didnt really live long enough to see the horrors of the killing game, and even participated unknowingly-she didnt get the chance to internalize all of it

    The difference between the others and Shuichi; they all got to move on. They overcame the trauma and the torment, and they made something of themselves. They achieved success and happiness despite it all.

    Shuichi...never really got that-or if he did, we didnt see it. Hell, he was ready to die along with his friends until they came up alive. But we never really see past the point where they leave. Theres no resolution, we dont know whats waiting for them, if anything. We dont get to see the affects of the horrors they faced. Theres really no telling if they ever got the happiness they wanted and deserved.

    Before that point though, Shuichi is...definitely not doing good. He was an absolute wreck when Kaede died and a while after-and understandably so. Losing someone you love and trust that early is hard, even if it did give him the push he needed to be a bit more assertive. 

    Seeing so many of your friends die, even the ones who killed others themselves, is damaging to anyone. You never get rid of that guilt-he carried the weight of the fact he practically sentenced them to their deaths. That he sentenced two of his closest friends to their deaths.

    He's reminded again and again that-yeah, his friends are dead. It's everywhere he turns, and the game never seems to let him forget that. 

    I'd say that finding out about Tsumugi was just the breaking point for him-like let the poor boy lose his crap every once in a while, he deserves it-and especially the line "Even if we're all fictional, the pain in my heart is real! The sadness I feel when I lose the people I love is real!" hit me HARD

    anyway Shuichi is my absolute favorite character (just behind Sonia) and i wish more people would appreciate him and realize just how absolutely tragic he is

    also he has really nice eyelashes like damn

    im kat katumai and this concludes my drv3 talk

     

     

    one last thing uhhh i actually really enjoy the whole 'draw some art and then write an entire essay on the concept of it' thing so im gonna do that more k bye

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    This 👌 close to banning you

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  4. Beginning Today

    I. Creature of Flames

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    Shyla ruled the savannahs. 

    She cared for the trees and the fields and the deadly fires. She had never known anything else in her life as a mortal, and still, she chose to stay.

    Goddess of the savannahs, they called her.

    The drylands.

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    Even deities get lonely.

    Nobody she knew wanted to stay. 'We have more pleasant spaces to attend', they would always tell her. Few mortals ever came this way, into her deserts.

    She was alone as she could be.

    And so, she created someone. A child, for herself. Her own.

    With this child came an affection, a warmth that could rival the sun's heat on her back.

    "Yesterday, I will name you." She said. "For with you, the feelings of bitter isolation I felt in the past are no more. You will mark a new era for me, my ray."

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    .

    Yesterday was a bright child.

    Loved by his mother and the warmth that enveloped them.

    Raised by her side, taught about the beauty of the land they protected, so he would grow to love it just as she had; and he did.

    He cared for every bit of the land every of its inhabitants, from the towering trees to the termites who sheltered in the mounds.

    Shyla loved him, truly, with all her heart. She never had children as a mortal, and she never had any now as a goddess-but Yesterday was enough for her. She raised him and created him, and that meant more to her than any biological tie ever could.

    "Never forget that I love you, my ray." She said to him, nose pressed against his forehead and a gentle smile gracing her face.

    He smiled back at her, bright as the sun.

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    .

    Though he thought the savannahs were beautiful, he knew they were dangerous.

    Many couldn't handle the heat. The cactuses were dangerous to pick from. Fires weren't an uncommon thing.

    But never had he seen one so terrible.

    There was a fire, spreading rapidly, from end to end on one of the islands. Many had perished already.

    Troubled and distraught by the sight, Yesterday visited one who he thought could help.

     

    "Fenax," He said. "Will you not help?"

    "This is what you ask of me? I have better, more important things to care for. Your drylands and their people do not concern me." The black and white god replied, tail feathers fanning out in a beautiful display behind him.

    "My people are dying!" Yesterday pleaded. "They cannot survive without your rain!"

    "I do not take orders from a being lower than the rabbils we hunt." Fenax hissed back. "You are not even real, boy-a figment is what you are. A figment created by a lunatic. This is the way it must happen, or it would not have happened at all."

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    .

    Having been refused by Fenax, Yesterday took it upon himself. He would not sit back and watch.

    As the tribe were frantic and disappearing in the flames one by one, he visited them, clearing a way through the danger and leading them to the nearest port. 

    The flames could not harm him. 

    As he turned back, searching for anyone who might have gotten lost, something wet landed upon his nose.

    A drop soaked his pelt. And then another. And another.

    He looked up.

    A crack split the air.

    .

    Shyla discovered him, limp in the ashes of the now distinguished fire with rain dripping down his red fur.

    "He should have listened." An enraged voice said from behind her. 

    Fenax stepped forward, eyes narrowed and tail feathers curled over his back. 

    Yesterday had been struck down by the god, having been enraged at the male for disrupting the natural order of things.

    "Let this be a lesson to you, Shyla." He continued. "Do not spend your time on illusions. They do not sense."

     

    Shyla sat there by Yesterday's body, heart broken in two. She felt an icyness that could rival the rain against her skin.

    She wondered, idly, where he would be going.

    And then she realized-nowhere.

    Yesterday had no soul. She had created him herself. There was no place for her son.

    She leaned down and pressed her nose to his forehead, voice gentle and soft as the drizzle that echoed her sorrows.

    "Rest well, my ray."

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  5. heres some sketches for things i may or may not finish because i am just dragging myself through life at this point

     

    (congrats if you know who these three are even without color, you get a single red skittle)

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  6. On 1/9/2022 at 6:27 PM, Bear - TheyThem said:

    as a little lore gremlin with insomnia and adhd that hyperfixates on the weirdest things and has dumped so many hours into figuring out your mythology aND IS STILL CONFUSED:  

    GIVE ME THE LORE. I THIRST FOR ANSWERS. WHO THE HELL ARE  TODAYS PARENTS? WHY CAN HE SEE SOMETIMES? DOES TETHER EXIST?  WHAT HAPPENED IN THE JUNGLE FIRE? WHY DO NINE NICHELINGS KEEP RANDOMLY APPEARING ON  ISLANDS? WH-

     

     

    *scared breathing* 😰

    (okay but, im actually flattered youre so invested-and most of those questions will be answered soon!! a lot of ties into my mythology and a lot it is just. stuff that happens)

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  7. There is a pantheon. 

    A group-a collection-of powerful nichelings. Greater beings. Gods.

    They rule the earth and all that is beyond it.

     

    It's far from perfect.

     

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    its me, kat katumai, creating yet another playthrough

    this one doesnt have a comprehensive story, its just to tell the stories of my gods and spirits and all that (after theyre dead and have become gods, retelling their mortal lives for the 5th time would just be exhausting)

    a lot of it is based off of greek mythology so. yknow (besides the incest. there is as little of that as possible) (zeus's family had issues man 😧)

    uhhh the stories probably wont be in any cohesive order, just whatever i feel like telling because ive got a lot. a LOT

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  8. okay finally gonna try finishing these damn things

    and im opening them back up again since i have a drawing tablet now so drawing is less tedious for me and i dont lose motivation as fast 🤩

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  9. 1 hour ago, Boo Boy said:
    1 hour ago, Katumai said:

    You slowly gain feeling in your limbs. There's something rough under your paws. 

    No sound greets you. Not even the trickle of a running stream. The air is silent.

    Your head hurts.

    -Attempt to open your eyes

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    You try to force your eyes open, slowly pulling on them so you could actually see. 

    But they feel almost...glued shut. Like something is stopping them.

    They crack open barely an inch.

    Your head hurts.

     

    -Mew

    -Feel around

     

    1 hour ago, flower -she-he- said:

    MEOW MEOW 

    You let out an agitated little kitten noise, raising your head to try and smell-see-anything.

    The rustling quiets for a moment, and something soft touches your cheek. 

    Something soft.

    Something...

    You're tired.

     

    -Feel around

    -Try to open your eyes

     

    2 minutes ago, ralsei deltarune said:

    sorry i didn't do this sooner, i forgot to do this

    You attempt to move your limbs, but it's very slow. You move an inch at best.

    The itchy stuff pokes at your face.

    A soothing noise reaches your ears.

    It sounds almost harmonic.

    You sneeze.

     

    -Mew

    -Try to open your eyes

  10. ...

    There's a steady heartbeat.

    ...

    Is it your own?...

    ...

    No. Maybe it's not.

    ....................

    Day 1

    @flower -she-he-

    You slowly gain conciousness, greeted by darkness and no sound but the soft rustling of something. Somewhere. Maybe in the den.

    Your eyes feel heavy.

    -Attempt to open your eyes

    -Mew

    -Feel around

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    @__________________________

    You awake-or, at least you think you're awake. You're laying in something soft. 

    There's soft murmuring behind you. Or is it to your left?

    Your fur feels damp.

    -Attempt to open your eyes

    -Mew

    -Feel around

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    @Boo Boy

    You slowly gain feeling in your limbs. There's something rough under your paws. 

    No sound greets you. Not even the trickle of a running stream. The air is silent.

    Your head hurts.

    -Attempt to open your eyes

    -Mew

    -Feel around

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    @ralsei deltarune

    You let out a few soft breaths. Something itchy cradles you and gives you the urge to scratch.

    It's hard to move your limbs. Something touches the top of your head.

    Your throat feels dry.

    -Attempt to open your eyes

    -Mew

    -Feel around

     

  11. 6 minutes ago, ralsei deltarune said:

     Name

    Bloom'kit

    Gender/Pronouns

    He/It

    Personality

    very shy, has a hard time talking to people

    Image (you can just use a picrew or a base)

    Completed image

    Ɩơąɖıŋɠ...

    DroughtClan

    Dry grasslands | wildslovenia

    Residing in a dry grassland, with the heat bearing down on your back and the dead stalks of plants crunching under your paws.

    Many wonder if it's ever rained there for as long as it's existed.

    There's a rotting smell in the air.

     

    The fields aren't supposed to stretch so far, right?

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