Getting emotional about headcanons and AUs like
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DRAMAtical Murder plushie giveaway!
What you will get!:
1st place: Three plushies as to ever fits your fancy!
2nd Place: Two plushies to ever fists your fancy!
- You dont have to be following me! (originally you did but Idec, if you are following me tho you get a little special something included!)
- Reblogs only! (sorry guys who reblogged the first one!)
- Can reblog it as many times as you like! Just don’t spam your followers!
Thats it! I have to extend the winning date tho, for I will be out of town the original day I was supposed to choose
WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED October 31st! YAY HALLOWEEN!
Good luck and sorry to everyone who already posted this!
Clear’s Scrap: Game v Anime
As an avid fan of the series (and Clear) I love how the anime did his scene. Mainly because the way to get Clear’s good end in the game is to let the bubbles burst, signifying that Clear is to choose for himself. The anime version however does this by silencing Aoba - Koujaku and Noiz had to be consoled by words “you’re not alone” and “don’t give in” and again with Mink next week. Aoba isn’t allowed to speak in Clear’s mind, thus allowing Clear to decide which path he must take on his own instead of relying on his master’s words.
My poor, long-suffering mother. All she knows about Clear is that he’s “the most amazing adorable robot in the world from this game I love” and that I spent the entirety of today worrying about whether he would die or not in today’s episode. But even when she doesn’t know what the goddamn hell I am going on about (what the hell is it this time, I’m sure she’s thinking), she is still so cute and supportive.
Dramatical Kamigami Part III!
Clear as Apollon
Clear joins the mullet club, and what a glorious mullet it is. He is bright, cheery, and wants everyone to get along, but he’s all too familiar with the idea of mortality. He calls all of the other characters by nicknames (I.E. Koukou, Mizumizu, and Vivi!) much to their dismay. He’s got lots of small glass accessories that twinkle in the light. In actual myth Apollo is the god of the sun, healing and music, among other things.
These are edits from scans of the Kamigami no Asobi Art book.
"Will the others be here soon?"
"They shouldn’t be long. Tae-san told me they are all on their way."
"Can you take me to the food stalls? I want to get some okonomiyaki before they arrive."
"Whatever you want, Aoba-san."
It was Clear who rescued him.
Aoba doesn’t remember -memories from his time in captivity tend to twist and distort in his mind.
He can vaguely recall being on that surgical table, but he doesn’t remember Clear preparing to remove his vocal cords or the sound of the scalpel hitting the floor. If he concentrates enough, he might recover the faint memory of Clear muttering to himself in a corner.
Aoba doesn’t remember, but he was lying on that table for three whole days, drifting in and out of consciousness, before the android picked him up, wrapped him in a sheet and walked out of Oval Tower with the broken body in his arms.
No one tried to stop them; they had both long outlived their purpose as test subjects.
This moment of selflessness was the one thing that saved Clear from being torn apart at the hands of his loved ones once the truth was revealed. He faced their anger, pain and disgust in silence. He couldn’t apologise, he couldn’t even explain himself. All he wished for was an internal system which didn’t flood his thought processes with errors and white noise.
He offered himself to them, to punish or destroy -whichever they deemed fit. Aoba wanted him back, though, so they decided to fix him.
They spent almost as much time reprogramming him as they did rehabilitating Aoba -the two of them kept apart for almost a year, until everyone was certain that Clear was stable and safe.
"Will you catch some goldfish for me?"
"Yeah, We used to keep a pair when I was small. Granny used to love them. I think she would appreciate a present."
"I’ve never caught goldfish before."
"It’s alright, Koujaku will be there to help you. He’s a champion at this. He was the one who taught me how to do it when we were both kids."
"I…I’ll do my best."
Once allowed near Aoba, Clear never left his side.
He had no need for sleep, no job, no purpose, no life outside of Aoba now. He would carry him anywhere he wanted to go, cook his meals and clean his room, feed him and bathe him, read books and sing to him whenever he wished.
Aoba was his master and the center of his existence. It would take a while to undo all the damage Toue had done to his cyberbrain, but the more his old personality returned, the more guilt ate Clear from the inside out. Still, he was determined to contain it. Aoba needed him and he couldn’t afford to spend any energy on regret when he had so much to atone for.
It took years to restore Aoba’s smile -for the longest time he was little more than an empty shell and all they could do was keep him alive.
Slowly, their collective efforts brought him back from the void, piece by piece. He’d never be the same -in body or mind- but he could laugh again and that was a start.
"Are you alright, Aoba-san? You are fidgeting and moving a lot."
"I’m just excited for the fireworks. When are the fireworks starting?"
"Will you describe them to me?"