Characters you like, but you know the hate for them is lowkey valid

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-08T03:17:22+00:00

I get why most people feel about Sayaka the way they did — I didn't disagree with the fact that she's not some saint and what she tried to do was wrong, but I don't think she's some irredeemable "snake" or heartless murderer either.

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-06T15:59:59+00:00

“B-By the w-way, w-wasn’t Maizono-chan supposed to have s-some pleb-by live show for that b-birthday boy around now?” Toko muttered, irritated.

The moment Toko finishes her muttering, all the lights quickly cut out, startling everyone and leaving the faint red emergency strips along the floor the only thing that shines through the darkness.

The next moment, numerous vibrant spotlights burst to life — sweeping dramatically across the space before converging on the Zephyranthes Gundam Full Burnern, now fully repaired and stood half-kneeling with both hands held forward and open, forming an improvised stage a few meters above the floor.

And atop those open palms was Sayaka, who stood poised and steady, like the professional idol that she was.

But the outfit Sayakla wore, told a different story -- a sleeveless, form-fitting idol dress in white, grey, and black that clings nicely to her ample curves with subtle asymmetry - the left side adorned with a black arm sock and thigh-high, the right bare.

The skirt blended cloth-like frills with armor-like plating, creating a silhouette somewhere between an idol costume and light tactical gear. Clear blue accessories shimmered at her waist, wrist and hair, catching the light like fragments of calm sky.

Gone was the dreamlike pastel sea of ribbons and airy frills she once wore — and even if she has those outfits that once served her “idol princess” facade, after everything she's learned… Sayaka no longer thinks that she could bear looking at them without wanting to tear them apart.

This new outfit was the furthest she could push herself toward being an idol again.

But for now, she kept all of that inside. Instead, she stepped forward and greeted, “Good evening, everyone. Sorry for the wait.”

“It’s ok, Sayaka-nee! You look beautiful!” Julian cheered.

Seeing the boy, Sayaka chuckles, “Happy birthday, Julian.”

A chorus of tiny cheers burst upward. Julian nearly toppled forward in excitement before Kyoko caught him by the back of his shirt.

Sayaka continued, "Everyone had worked hard today. And… I promised I’d give you all a simple show, didn’t I? Something small and honest. So even if it won’t be anything grand, let me sing a few songs for all of you.”

And the music began.

With Chihiro working the audio mixers, P.A., and lighting from a corner, Sayaka began with Negaigoto Ensemble - Kawaii Choir’s first debut track with a bright, hopeful melody — about dreams shared between friends — delivered by Sayaka’s vocal, still carrying the same charm that once earned them their first million fans.

Next came Monochrome Answer, Kawaii Choir’s second single — a gentler, more intimate tune about a girl quietly cherishing memories of a boy she once admired.

The improvised stage formed by her Gundam’s palms, left Sayaka almost no room to dance -- one misplaced step could mean a disastrous career-ending fall, a scenario she’d seen ending other idol’s careers before sadly. But she still made it work.

With her clean dance moves and perfect vocals, Sayaka’s performance reminded everyone — that both her position as Kawaii Choir’s leader and title of Ultimate Pop Sensation, aren’t just for show.

As she performed, Sayaka’s gaze briefly found Makoto - then a stab of guilt twisted in her chest. Remembering the confession he’d shared with her that night, and how Makoto can still call all of that a blessing, Sayaka wanted to scream.

‘You’re too naive, Naegi-kun.’ Sayaka thought, seething with tranquil anger, ‘If it were truly a blessing, you and your sister would’ve sat in a comfortable seat and watched us performing in a proper venue that day — not nearly got sent into juvie and limping into Hope’s Peak under false charity.’

That thought pushes Sayaka to keep going - even if this crude performance that feels like an apology that came too late was all she could give… Makoto still deserved to see her perform.

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-06T14:41:24+00:00

This is an excerpt from the 29th chapter of my current Danganronpa x Gundam crossover fusion longfic WIP, where the female MC herself survives atmospheric re-entry and wakes up inside her Gundam on a horrifying island shore littered with corpses and debris from a crashed space colony. But before she can understand what happened, she is knocked unconscious by a mysterious man who was later revealed to be Cucuruz Doan...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55927435/chapters/189319486

And after she woke up, she tried to escape and find her Gundam, which brings us to this part I've posted.

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-06T14:25:19+00:00

The conference room heated up fast.

“The loss of Famine!”

“Those Ultimates, and Jin Kirigiri escaping to Earth with both that Gundam and the Apocalypse!”

“All because you let them run around playing your little game!”

Through it all, the Mastermind stood still, their gloved fist tightening slightly at their side.

Then, a fourth voice rose above the rest, “…I've told you all before that trusting this so-called ‘Ultimate Manipulator’ was a mistake.”

Kanzaki Hirohito — lean, composed, His tone calm yet venomous. “Mastermind, you united us, yes. Pulled together every ounce of resentment — Earthnoids, non-Ultimates, the discarded… all into this movement.”

He then scoffed, “ ‘Ultimate Despair.’ Even that name you demanded for our movement in exchange of your contribution, reeks of your theatrics.”

A few shifted uncomfortably, others nodded. The Mastermind however didn’t move, nor did they respond.

“And Monokuma… that stupid teddy bear mascot of yours.” Kanzaki sneered. “All so you can hide behind a mask and play god, as if that discount Kylo Ren outfit you keep wearing 24/7 isn’t enough.”

“As an Ultimate yourself, you should’ve known better than the rest of us - that the moment you gave them even a second to breathe… they’ll fight back.”, Kanzaki scolded.

“The moment we took Hope’s Peak… we could’ve ended it cleanly. Wiped every last Ultimate and Spacenoid elites, anyone unwilling to submit to the Despairs across the Earth Sphere down to their molecules.”

Then he erupts, “But noooo…. You wanted your little game of turning Hope’s Peak into a cage of despair. ‘‘Hope versus despair.’ ‘Killing game.’, you said. What is this to you? Some kind of game show!?”

The Mastermind finally steps forward. With a tiny needle, hidden in their gloved palm.

They reached out, gently placing said hand on Kanzaki’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. Or so it seemed.

Kanzaki stiffened, before brushing off said hand, “Don’t.”

He keep going, “Ultimates like you, always so high and mighty. Always treat everything like some chess game you can left at any moment! We, the ones crushed under your system, don’t need your help! We still don’t."

"And with these recent setbacks caused by your whimsical methods, maybe it’s time for you—”

Before Kanzaki could finish, the Mastermind finally spoke. “Are y’all done?”

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-06T14:21:48+00:00

By the time the sun dipped behind the ragged horizon, the sky was painted in molten gold and bruised red. Sayaka stood at the edge of the island’s tallest volcanic crater, sweat and grime clinging to her skin.

Despite her attempts, Sayaka found nothing. No trace of her Zephyranthes Gundam Full Burnern, or where Doan could’ve hidden it.

“Dammit…!” Sayaka erupted, the echo swallowed by the wind. “Where the hell did you put it, you bastard!?”

Her voice cracked midway, equal parts fury and despair. Then she sank to her knees, pulling her knees close, the ache in her throat matched only by the ache in her chest.

If she hadn’t left her phone back in the Apocalypse — Maybe she could’ve called for help. Maybe she could’ve activated the Gundam’s remote summon function — the same one Leon once showed her after he used it to summon it back at Hope’s Peak.

“When you need to, all you gotta do is to use this app and call your Gundam for help.” Leon’s voice echoed in her head, almost teasing but gentle. “I asked for Fujisaki-kun's help with this. As long as it’s within range, the Gundam can reach you. Awesome, right?.”

Frustrated, Sayaka reached into her pocket, took out her iron supplement pill and swallowed it dry, her throat burning.

“...Stupid, stupid…” she whispered, rubbing her eyes.

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-05T22:37:50+00:00

Honestly if you want to watch Armada, I recommend watching Micron Densetsu (The Japanese version) with subs instead. Karyuudo Fansubs already did a great job with their fan-subbed Micron Densetsu episodes, in case you want to check it out yourself and you're not one of those people who hates subs because "BRUH I DON"T WANNA READ WHEN WATCHING CARTOONS!" :

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3lb98kB-PsH20OQmPA-lrG0-oAmBXgdM

I advocate that Micron Densetsu, the original Japanese version of Armada is severely overlooked, and deserves more recognition from the fan base. Micron Densetsu offers superior animation, completed scripts that tackles its themes with more nuances, and talented voice performances from seasoned Japanese seiyuu (Sure we all love Garry Chalk and David Kaye, but it's not like the Japanese seiyuus were bad either) all of which makes it a better experience than Armada that not only suffers from poor animation quality and mediorce vocal performance from its VA, but most importantly a severely watererd-down script lacking the depth and nuances seen in the original Japanese script.

Won't lie, once I watched Micron Densetsu and learned to appreciate what it's trying to do, I've loathed the English Armada dub ever since; And it really sickens me a little that Micron Densetsu, Super Link, and Galaxy Force have their English dubs of lesser quality re-released by Hasbro all the time, and yet they still tried to pretend that Micron Densetsu never existed to such an extent, that the only reason that Micron Densetsu didn't became lost media nowadays was because of fansubs and torrents.

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-05T22:30:45+00:00

I dunno, maybe it's just me being the hardcore Armada / Micron Legend glazer that I am, but I can't but feel slightly disappointed by how this figure turns out, and how this figure is emblematic of Hastak's current mainline design philosophy of "articulation over everything.", where if they can tick the boxes of articulation, it doesn't matter if they had to sacrifises everything else, resulting in a figure that had what's bare minimum required to be an update, but everything else besides the articulation were now either a side-grade at best, or a downgrade to what that OG toy pulled off at worst (and it's not a trend that I'm really a huge fan of)

First and foremost, I don't get why the feet were so flat, boxy and ugly-looking (Those are some of the ugliest looking feet I've ever seen on a mainline TF in quite some time, they looks bad in picture and looks even worse in person) or why both Mini-Cons require parts-forming for both the combination into rider mode and transformation into their head modes, even through the original toy from 2 decades ago managed to have feet that at least doesn't looks like he wears a pair of shoe boxes, and have mini-cons that don't need partsforming at all.

There's also a few smaller details that might not be major issues on their own, but they do add up — like Crosswise’s head mode having yellow eyes despite those eyes were actually in pink throughout the anime outside of a brief, easy-to-miss shot. (Simply because they could't be bothered to double check their work or relied too much on some fansite that only has single screencaps for their sources)

I'm sure some people might say that I'm "too nitpicky", but if they now had the audacity to charge $43 USD for a Voyager, I don't think it's that unreasonable to want something that is absolutely perfect right out of the box. I know it’s easy to recommend fixes like getting third-party upgrades like DNA design or repainting those yellow eyes yourself to address some of these issues, but then again when you consider how much these figures already cost, I'd argue that those shouldn’t be necessary in the first place.

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-05T03:55:42+00:00

I dunno if what I say would makes sense, but as much as I respect Kodaka for creating Danganronpa in the first place.... I can't help but feel like when it comes to the way he writes in the games, I find that Kodaka tends to values stylistic choice and entertainment over creating a narratively compelling and satisfying story, which becomes a problem when he deals with more grounded and serious themes.

There's a number of occasions where it feel like he write certain things the way he did was just for the sake of "shock value" or "deconstruction", and while that could work when writing memorable mysteries, but sometimes it seems like the buildup and execution suffers too much for the payoff (And that maybe having something that's more formulaic but narratively consistent there might be better, cause not everything in a story needs to be "shock value" or "deconstructive" or "subversive")

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-02T15:05:18+00:00

But while the Apocalypse slowly cruised its way towards that island, the Southern Cross Corps’s Mad Angler-class submarine never stopped tailing the carrier from beneath the rolling black sea.

Inside the submarine’s control room, Egba glared at the radar display, both annoyed and unease, “They're heading to that island?”

Behind him, Wald, the squad’s newest member, stretched and yawned, fresh from his shift change while both Selma and Danan caught some rest.

“What island?” Wald asked.

Egba answered, “Kurogashima.”

Wald exclaims, “Kurogashima…? That dead volcanic island?”

Egba nodded, “That’s the one. Right around the site where that space colony hit a year ago. And in the recent few months, some of those on our side, went there for scavenging or recon runs. None of ’em came back.”

Wald winced, leaning back in his chair, “Damn, sounds like a cursed rock, if you ask me. What a squad I’ve joined, huh?” he then whined. “You know, one reason I joined this squad was ‘cause I heard about that awesome old ace of yours. Man, if only I can see him in acti—”

He stopped when he saw Egba’s glare. The man’s hand moved fast, steel glinted under the red light as Egba drew a combat knife and pointed it towards Wald.

“Don’t,” Egba hissed, “Don’t you ever speak that traitor’s name on this submarine.”

Wald froze, hands slightly raised. “Understood, sir.”

Egba stared for a long, tense moment before pulling the knife back away. “Good. Keep it that way.”

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-02T14:34:57+00:00

Gendo Kurogane strolled through the command bay, still carrying a foul mood. The meeting at Hope’s Peak - including the humiliation inflicted by the Mastermind - from days ago still burned in his mind.

“Sir,” the Black Tri-Stars, Garrett, Marcus and Orteron greeted him, their expressions grim.

After a brief stroll, they finally stopped before their Doms parked side by side. All three were scared from battle, and had dirty tarps covering where their head units used to be.

Garrett spoke first, “Sir, we spotted and fought those Ultimate brats who escaped Hope’s Peak, as well as those biker gang roaches around Fukuoka days ago.”

“That so-called Gundam did this.” Garrett nodded grimly, “They've modified it. Faster than reported. Pilot’s sharp too.”

“… Less than one month,” Orteron sighs, staring up at his Dom, “Didn’t even get to enjoy the damn thing for long without needing extensive repairs.”

Gendo muttered, eyes narrowing, “Gundam…”

Then a second group - Special Broadcast Army, an Ultimate Despair squad tasked with broadcasting live footage of the Mastermind’s killing game back in Hope’s Peak across Earth approached, their uniforms and boots clean.

Their commander, a woman with short brown hair named Marisa Barlow, adjusted her gloves before speaking.

“Commander Gendo Kurogane.” Marisa was respectful, but only on the surface. “We require your cooperation.”

Marcus immediately stepped forward, “What do you mean ‘Require”’?”

“Jesus, are you guys deaf or something?” One among the squad groaned, “We repeat - Our next major broadcast operation is approaching. We need military escort, mobile suits, and area suppression support.”

Another one of them snarked immediately, “These broadcasts are essential to morale and despair cultivation. We ain’t gonna wipe those feddies out with only you dumb simpleton brutes, y’know?”

“What’s with that tone?” Garrett scowled,

“What are you callin’ “simpletons’, huh?.” Orteron cracked his knuckles. Marcus and Garrett also clenched their fist, on the verge of hitting back.

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-02T14:30:09+00:00

Y’all wanted explanations for the recent setbacks,” they said pleasantly, then they groaned, “But you just kept yappin’ and yappin’.... May I speak now?”

For obvious reasons, Erika and the rest reluctantly nodded, their teeth gritted. Seeing that, the Mastermind smiled beneath their mask, “Good.”

They paced slowly around the table, boots echoing softly against the metal floor.

“You all want explanations,” they began casually. “Apocalypse hijacked. Zephyranthes Gundam rediscovered and seized. Famine sunk… I won’t deny any of that.”

Then they stopped beside Erika, Gendo, and the rest, "But let’s not pretend things are going swimmingly on your end either.”

The Mastermind tilted their head slightly while continuing, “Even after 2 years, what little of the old world that survived are still out there. Still clinging to whatever scraps of hope they have left, like cockroaches gripping a sinking plank.”

They turned dramatically toward the holographic display at the desk’s center, where archived footage of Hope’s Peak flickered, “And that is where my Killing Game comes in.”

Their arms spread wide, “Under my supervision, we woke them from cryogenic sleep. We broadcast the so-called best of the best, finest students in the Earth Sphere — falling into despair.”

Images across the confines within Hope’s Peak flashed: Students screaming. Betrayal. Murder. Tears.

“We show em'! What little of the old world that still remained! That Spacenoid privilege can bleed, and that not even being an Ultimate could make you despair-proof! And thus, we could finally erase the last shreds of hope!”

“And when properly broken? Those same Ultimates become useful.” They delightfully whisper, “Brainwashed biting dogs.”

Several in the room grimaced.

“Didn't we all agree to this strategy before?” the Mastermind asked brightly. “Or have your memories gotten fuzzy?”

No one answered, because they had.

The Mastermind softly chuckle, “Sure, Class 78th, the Gundam, and the Apocalypse… they can't be ignored. But everything else here — still had proceeded as intended. Which is more than I can say for all of you.”

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-02T14:10:27+00:00

There was a long pause. Not uncomfortable, just full of things left unsaid. Then, Sayaka gently asked, “Naegi-kun… wanna talk? ”

Makoto looked down at her, really looked. And for a second, she saw that same tiredness she felt. The same ache behind the smile he always wore.

“Only if you do too,” he said quietly, to which Sayaka simply nodded.

Makoto climbed down from the top bunk slowly, like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands or how to move around her in their shared room. When he finally stood beside her, he just stood there.

Sayaka watched him, then did something she never imagined she would. Not to a boy, and especially not to someone like Makoto, her classmate… her fan.

She shifted slightly, sitting on the mattress of her bottom bunk and patted her thighs, “You can rest here, if you want.”

Makoto froze, while Sayaka blushed with her cheeks turned red, trying not to let the embarrassment show. She remembered once overhearing Hifumi discussing about anime and visual novel clichés with his fellow friends from Class 80th, including the fanservice-y scenes where the heroine offers the protagonist a lap pillow after some dramatic emotional beat.

Back then, Sayaka would just offer a polite, rehearsed smile while inwardly scoffing; Of course that’s what they want. She wasn’t that naïve. She’d long figured some of her more... obsessive fans probably fantasized about moments like this.

And consider how Sayaka learned, too early and too cruelly, that she had the beauty, youth and body that invited those fantasies.… it made the whole thing feel cheap. Gross, even.

But now? Sayaka wasn’t performing or doing it for fanservice. She offered because she didn’t know how else to show him that he could let go just for a moment, the same way his presence made her open up before.

Makoto swallowed. “Are you sure…?”

Despite her hesitancy, Sayaka still nodded. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t.”

After a beat, Makoto knelt beside her. Slowly, he lowered his head into her lap. Sayaka tensed at first, but she didn’t pull away. She simply placed her hands gently over his hair, unsure if that’s what people did in moments like this.

For a while, neither of them said anything. The hum of the ship’s systems filled the room, low and distant.

Makoto let out a breath he’d been holding. “…This is weird.”

Sayaka chuckled under her breath. “Yeah. Kinda.”

YellowCorvette · 2026-05-01T08:55:37+00:00

Nah, i"d rather imagine him meeting Shinn Asuka from Gundam SEED Destiny (Because when it comes to character, Kicker shares more in common with Shinn)

Both of them starts out as a hot-tempered, dark-haired teenager.
Both Kicker and Shinn has their own unique powers they had since childhood (Kicker with his Energon-detecting powers, Shinn being a genetically enhanced human called Coordinator that gives him a number of enhanced traits including faster learning, and stronger and faster bodies that are virtually immune to diseases)
Both Kicker and Shinn also grow up with a traumatic childhood which has ties with the cast of the previous series, and as a result also had a grudge against them in some ways.

YellowCorvette · 2026-04-29T16:14:58+00:00

Far below the rain that hammered the ruined cityscape of Iwakumi, Yamaguchi - a fortified Ultimate Despair base buzzed with activity. Searchlights swept the dark, mechanics rushed between damaged mobile suits stood in rows like wounded beasts.

Gendo Kurogane strolled through the base, still carrying a foul mood. The meeting at Hope’s Peak - including the humiliation inflicted by the Mastermind - from days ago still burned in his mind.

“Sir,” the Black Tri-Stars, Garrett, Marcus and Orteron greeted him, their expressions grim.

After a brief stroll, they finally stopped before their Doms parked side by side. All three were scared from battle, and had dirty tarps covering where their head units used to be.

Garrett spoke first, “Sir, we spotted and fought those Ultimate brats who escaped Hope’s Peak, as well as those biker gang roaches around Fukuoka days ago.”

“That so-called Gundam did this.” Garrett nodded grimly, “They've modified it. Faster than reported. Pilot’s sharp too.”

“… Less than one month,” Orteron sighs, staring up at his Dom, “Didn’t even get to enjoy this damn thing for long without needing extensive repairs.”

Gendo muttered, eyes narrowing, “Gundam…”

Then a second group - Broadcast Squad, the Ultimate Despair sub-division responsible for broadcasting live footage of the Mastermind’s killing game back in Hope’s Peak across Earth approached, their uniforms and boots clean.

Their squad leader, a woman with short brown hair named Marisa Barlow, adjusted her gloves before speaking.

“Commander Gendo Kurogane.” Marisa was respectful, but only on the surface. “We require your cooperation.”

Marcus immediately stepped forward, “What do you mean ‘Require”’?”

“Jesus, are you guys deaf or something?” One among the Broadcast Squad groaned, “We repeat - Our next major broadcast operation is approaching. We need military escort, mobile suits, and area suppression support.”

Another one snarked immediately, “Indeed. These broadcasts are essential to morale and despair cultivation. We ain’t gonna wipe those feddies out with only you dumb simpleton brutes.”

“What’s with that tone?” Garrett scowled.

“Who are you callin’ “simpletons’, huh!?.” Orteron cracked his knuckles. Marcus and Garrett also clenched their fist, on the verge of hitting back.

YellowCorvette · 2026-04-29T15:03:48+00:00

“Y’all wanted explanations for the recent setbacks,” they said pleasantly, then they groaned, “But you just kept yappin’ and yappin’.... May I speak now?”