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{ 𝔖𝔲𝔷𝔲𝔢 𝔗𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔬 }:

“Eek!”

Panic surged through Suzue, leaving her only to bury her face in her hands, taking a moment before separating her right index and middle fingers to peek at the other girl. Not again… her habit of staring at other students often left her in awkward situations, and it looked like she didn’t learn from the last time it happened. This other girl displayed such an intense aura… Suzue was both drawn to it and terrified of it.

“Y-You’re pretty…” she mumbled.

       A  faint  blush  falling  upon  her  features  as  the  words  spoken  to  her  set  in.  It  appeared  that  she  had  misread  the  other  girl’s  intention. 

       Eyes  averted,  bringing  a  hand  in  front  of  her  face  out  of  embarrassment  before  taking  a  small  step  back.  The  other's  words  did  not  go  unappreciated,  however.  She  seemed  to  be  at  a  loss  for  words.  Ikusaba  was  never  someone  to  properly  express  how  she  felt,  or  to  be  on  the  receiving  end  of  a  compliment. 

       Somehow,  this  felt  different,  almost  a  calming  sensation  replacing  the  usual  anxiety  she  would  normally  have  felt.  In  contrast  to  how  she  felt  around  her  sister,  it  felt  genuine  and  kind.  The  least  she  could  do  was  return  the  favor.

       ❛ Ah...  t-thank  you... ❞   a  quick  glance  towards  the  girl,  ❛ You’re...  p-pretty  too... ❞

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💔 // Junko @ Mukuro

                           Your muse fatally injures mine  /  @mckeitbeautiful​

       ❛  H-Huh?  This  wasn’t… supposed  to…  Why… me…? ❞

       It  felt  as  if  nothing  had  happened,  time  had  slowed,  seconds  felt  like  hours.  Vision  blurring  before  the  harsh  reality  set  in,  before  a  sharp  intolerable  pain  shooting  from  almost  every  direction  rendering  Ikusaba   immobile.  If  anyone  had  reacted,  she could  no  longer  process  it.

       What…?  Did  I  mess  up  the  plan…?  Junko  would  never…  make  a  mistake.  M-Maybe  I…

       She  attempted  to  speak,  her  words  no  longer  reaching  anyone.  She  was  a  ghost,  she  was  nothing  anymore.  Her  thoughts  were  racing  too  fast  and  cluttered  to  comprehend.  All  that  remained  was  the  feeling  of  suffocating  on  the  blood  filling  every  strained  breath.

       Everything  was  occurring  in  an  amaranthine  void,  moving  too  quickly  yet  standing  still,  somehow.  Attempting  to  remove  the  spears  that  would  bring  upon  the  end  of  Mukuro  Ikusaba.  Pleading  for  the  pain  to  cease  and  for  everything  to  be  over.  Every breath  agony,  knowing  any  could  be  her  last.  An  intangible  nightmare  with no  end  in  sight. 

      J-Junko,  I  hope  I’ve  brought  you  the  d-despair  you’ve  longed  f-for…  I-I’m  s..orry  to  have  f..ailed  you…  You  j-just  wanted..  me  t-to  feel  despair..  because..  you  love  me…  r..ight..?

       Her  words  failing  to  reach  even  her  own  ears.  Perhaps,  she  deserved  this.   Perhaps,  she  was  no  longer  needed.  Perhaps,  she  was  never  needed. 

       Now  that  you’re  dead,  what  are  you  going  to  do  with  your  life?

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these ask prompts got kinda fucked up fast so make sure everything u need tagged is in ur blacklist. So far the ones i would recommend are ‘character death tw’ ‘blood tw’ ‘gore tw’ ‘death tw’ things like that. oops im emo n outed myself aha

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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.

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{ 𝔗𝔬𝔨𝔬 𝔉𝔲𝔨𝔞𝔴𝔞 }:

@despair-core ♡ ‘d for a starter.

          she   jumped   back,   feeling   the   papers   fly   from   her   hands.   a   muttered   curse   as   she   moved   to   grab   the   multiple   drafts.   great.   now   she   had   to   fight   to   figure   out   which   chapters   melded   with   which   stories.   of   course   she   had   to   be   working   on   multiple   novels   when   she   had   been   spooked.  

          ❝    y   -   you’re   too   QUIET,   you   know   !   ❞    a   gentle   curse   under   her   breath   as   fukawa   crouches,   long   skirt   bundling   below   as   she   pulled   the   papers   to   her   chest.  

       A  startled  gasp  escaping  Ikusaba  lips,  pulling  her  hands  up  to  her  chest.  Anxiously  playing  with  the  ribbon  on  her  uniform  shirt  she  tried  to  find  the  correct  response.  She  had  believed  that  the  room  was  clear,  another  stupid  mistake.  

      ❛ I-I’m  sorry...  I  thought  you  had  heard  me  come  in... ❞     pushes  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear.  ❛  Can  I  help...? ❞    It  was  the  least  she  could  do  considering  it  was  her  fault,  she  kneeled  down  to  help  pick  up  the  loose  pages  that  had  escaped  Fukawa’s  grasp.

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{ 𝔏𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔎𝔲𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔞 }:

@despair-core     ❤’d    !

          ‘   yeesh   .   you   think   hagakure                         is for-real mad about that crummy crystal ball?’ he’d offered (sincerely, he may add) to replace the thing, but people, leon guesses, are unpredictable. ‘you don’t look busy, right? cool. means we can kinda talk strategy, or, y’know, whatever. i’m kinda fuckin’ freaked.’

       Looking  towards  the  sound  of  the  voice  behind  her,  she  remained  expressionless  despite  being  surprised  anyone  had  even  approached  her.  Nevermind  that  person  being  Leon,  it  seems  she  would  never  quite  get  used  to  the  attention  she  received  when  she  was  portraying  her  sister.

       She  placed  a  hand  confidently on  her  hip  shifting  her  weight  to  one  side,  the very  act  feeling  so  out  of  place  and  unnatural.  twirling  a  strand  of  hair  with  her  other  hand,  absentmindedly.

       ❛ Hmm?  Well  whatever,  it’s  not  like  that  thing  even  works.  If  it  did  his  dumb ass  wouldn’t  be  stuck  here  with  the  rest  of  us  right  now,  right? ❞

       She  turned  her  head  aside,  almost  hearing  her  sisters  criticism  in  her  head.  She  was  so  off,  but  no  one  would  be  able  to  tell...  at  least  she  hoped.  It’s  not  as  if  they  could  remember  anything,  they  had  a  plan  to stick  to  and  that’s  all  she  needed  to  worry  about.

       ❛ There’s  no  way  in  hell  i’m  staying  in  a  boring  place  like  this,  and  i’ll  never  listen  to  that  stupid  robot  bear.  We  have  to  get  out  of  here,  no  matter  what. ❞

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@peekabloody​ ♡’d fr a starter!

       Eyes  narrowed,  Ikusaba  could  sense  a  glare  in  her  direction  from  across  the  school’s  hallway.  Perhaps  not  with  devious  intention,  but  unwanted  attention  could  ruin  everything.  She  sighed,  letting  her  frustration  melt  away. 

       She  turned  towards  the  source  of  the  sensation,  finding  a  small  girl.  Despite  the  work  she  had  done  for  her  sister,  she  didn’t  recognize  who  she  was.  She  didn’t  really  want  to  get  involved  with  more  than  she  had  to,  but  this  could  be  a  dangerous  encounter  and  should  be  handled  of  before  it  turned  into  a  problem  for  Enoshima.  Unlike  her  sister,  she couldn’t  always  predict  outcomes  as  easily,  at least  out  of  battle.

       ❛ Was  there  something  you  needed  from  me? ❞

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@kend0ka​ ♡’d  fr  a  starter!

        Mukuro’s  eyes  followed  Pekoyama’s  every  movement  as  she  practiced  her  kendo,  she  moved  with  grace  and  skill.   Part  of  Ikusaba  longed  to  approach  her  but  she  had  no  idea  where  to  even  begin.  Enoshima  had  instructed  her  to  obtain  information  on  her  classmates,  and  possibly  even  her  students  from  other  classes,  but  the  idea  of  actually  striking  up  a  conversation  was  something  entirely  different.

       She  had  been  on  the  battlefield  for  so  long,  and  living  on  the  streets  before  that.  Her  social  skills  were  far  from  anywhere  even  near  normal,  but  she  had  to  start  somewhere.  For  Junko.  She  took  a  step  forward,  her  footsteps  light.  Anyone  else  wouldn’t  have  been  able  to  detect  her  presence  however  it  was  likely  Pekoyama  had  heard.

       ❛ Ah - Peko...  I  didn’t  mean  to  interrupt.  D-Do  you  have  a  moment? ❞ 

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{ 𝔑𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔱𝔬 𝔎𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔢𝔡𝔞 }:

   A small burst of air flew out of him as he was pulled to a halt. The second Komaeda turned his head to the voice now speaking to him, his eyes grew wide and his heart rate sped up. The world around them seemed to fade, passing by silently and in slow motion.

He might not believe in fate, but he believed in his luck. His eyes narrowed as he tried to tug his arm from Enoshima’s grip.

“My luck is the one thing I have Enoshima-san. To think it’d led me to you…Ah, how wonderfully lucky I am.”

       blue  eyes  analyzing   every  movement,  finally  releasing  her  grip.   a  laugh  soon  follows  before  pushing  her  blonde  hair  aside. 

       ❛ Luck...  aha!  That’s  one  word  for  it.  Aaah,  you’re  the  ultimate  lucky  student. Those  types  always  seem  to  cross  paths  with  me. ❞

       slender  fingers  travel  with  grace  as  she  places  a hand  on  her  hip  confidently.  her  voice  is  calm  but  her  words  are  sharp  -  truly  amused  to  have  encountered  someone  like  him.

       ❛ You’ve  made  quite  the  reputation  for  yourself,  ya know?  you’ve  got  me  all  fired  up!   Wherever  there's  hope,  there's  always  despair. ❞

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{ 𝔍𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔬 𝔈𝔫𝔬𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞 }:

@despair-core​ liked for a starter !

          gaze   flickers   to   her   sister   as   her   hands   settle   at   her   chin.   absolute   boredom   seemed   to   surge   there,   flickering   across   each   feature   like   an   annoying   bee.   ready   to   sting   at   anyone   who   dare   cross   her   path.  

          an   irritated   surge   of   annoyance   fled   as   she   leaned   back   in   her   chair,   almost   dangerously   rocking   on   two   legs.  

          ❝   mukuro,   i’m   getting   bored.   how   long   do   we   have   to   wait   for   this   thing   again   ?   ❞

          obviously,   it   seemed   that   she   was   not   about   to   take   any   vague   answer   as   truth,   and   with   the   way   she   was   acting   –   she   was   about   to   act   up   unless   something   worthwhile   or   exciting   happened   in   the   next   few   moments.     

       A  small  gasp  leaves  her  lips  as  Ikusaba  looks  towards  her  sister  attempting  to formulate  a  sufficient  response  as  quickly  as  she  can.  Taking  one  last  glance  towards  the  carefully  placed  security  cameras  she  had  set  up  before  answering.

       ❛ Ah -  S-Sorry  Junko.  Well...  it  seems  we  should  be  able  to  begin  now. ❞   Hands  moving  swiftly  to  feel  for  her  concealed  dagger  and  the  few  weapons  she  chose  to  carry.

       They  had  located  an  office  building  of  one  of  the  higher  ups  -  specifically,  someone  who  had  sensitive  information  regarding  a  high  profile  project  being  carried  out  at  Hope's  Peak  Academy,  their  next  destination.

      ❛ He’s  alone,  now  is  our  best  time  to  head  out...  A-Are  you  ready?  ❞  

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@luckjunkie ♡’d fr a starter!

       A  fateful  encounter.  Time  slowed  as  she  passed  the  lucky  student,  red nails roughly  pulling  the  sleeve  of  Komaeda’s  jacket  bringing  his  pace  to  a  full  stop.  A  lingering  glare  before  a  devilish  grin  begins  to  form.

       ❛  You’re  Nagito  Komaeda,  right?  do you  believe  in  fate,  Komaeda? ❞   

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        brand  new  starter  call! like  or  reblog  for  a  starter  from  junko  or  mukuro.   feel  free  to  specify!  my  dm’s  are  also  open  for  plotting! 

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@arcadiianliives​  ♡’d fr a starter!

       ❛ What's  with  the  ugly  face,  Togami..?  honestly,  I  think  we  should  be  best  friends!  We  can  go  shopping  and  buy  you  some  clothes  that  don’t  scream  ‘ desperate virgin! ’ ❞

       Leans  in,  hands  confidently  on  her  hips.  she's  fully  aware  her  company  is  neither  needed  nor  wanted,  but  she  loves  her  classmates  and  has  only  the  desire  to  spend  as  much  time  with  them  as  she  can,  before  it's  too  late.  even  as  the  words  left  her  mouth   she  felt  boredom  increasingly  creeping  up  on  her.

       ❛ We're  going  to  reclaim  our  lost  youths!  can’t   you  just  picture  the  dressing  room  montage  set  over  a  disgustingly  trendy  pop  song  or  what!? ❞

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        brand  new  starter  call! like  or  reblog  for  a  starter  from  junko  or  mukuro.   feel  free  to  specify!  my  dm’s  are  also  open  for  plotting! 

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{ 𝔒𝔲𝔪𝔞 𝔎𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔦 }:

                                                              @despair-core  //  starter call

                         “ hey!  ikusaba - chan,  right?  wooow,  i don’t think i’ve seen you apart from your sister since i started going here!  i thought for sure you were just,  like,  a person that shows up in her shadow half the time or something. ”

❛ I don’t recall having any business with you... did you want something? ❞ She tilted her head, unsure of Junko’s intentions with this class. She hardly knew them, but she knew they had a reputation of being vociferous and intrusive. Perhaps, she shouldn't be too quick to make a judgment in the case that she had a greater scheme in the works. 

❛ J-Junko-chan and I are just close, that’s all... ❞ She seemed a bit surprised at the question, as much as she could be at least. Hopefully, the time she spent with Enoshima wasn’t viewed as suspicious, and moreso an ordinary familial bond.

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