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* don’t starters

‘ don’t be a stranger. ’

‘ i don’t think i can. ’ 

‘ don’t say that. ’

‘ you don’t have to go. ’

‘ don’t be what they made you. ’

‘ you don’t have to be anyone’s hero. ’

‘ why don’t you stay right here? ’ 

‘ don’t you trust me? ’

‘ you don’t have to be on your own. ’

‘ i don’t like to think about it. ’

‘ you don’t get to make that call. ’

‘ don’t act like you care. ’

‘ we don’t think alike. ’

‘ you don’t need to worry about that. ’

‘ i don’t know why. ’ 

‘ you don’t mean that. ’

‘ you don’t have to tell me. ’

‘ i don’t trust many people. ’

‘ i don’t have a family anymore. ’

‘ you don’t care what they think. ’

‘ don’t listen to them. ’ 

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“ i see the day of love is drawing closer --- ” she’d never much been one to pay attention to the calendar but the abundance of pink & love hearts scattered everywhere were hard to miss, “ that’s very exciting ! there’s nothing more full of hope than proclamations of love, right ? ”

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                ——– & i am done with my GRACELESS HEART                 so tonight i’m gonna  cut  it  out  &  then restart                 cause   i  like  to   KEEP   MY   ISSUES   DRAWN                 IT’S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN !

                    indie NAGITO KOMAEDA from SDR2 / DR3                     written  by  CLOVER  !   ( template credit ! )

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starter call ( most likely a one - liner ) !

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working on an rp hub blog for all my muses and ooc info !

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i’m working on side blogs for other muses btw ! including sayaka maizono & perhaps daniel of mayfair from amnesia(?) ! no matter what, expect several other muses over time, for sure <3

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She laughs again at his nervousness, made a little curious at the question and his general behavior, but taking note that she senses no particular bad intent on his part. Nowhere near the strangest she's ever met.

"I'm familiar, yes," not as much as she should be but that's neither here nor there, "Is there anything in particular you need help finding?"

She carefully avoids the big question that floats in her mind. There's plenty of time to ask later, she supposes, especially if her help is needed.

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“Isn’t it?” He beams softly, shows the stone more clearly in the palm of his hand. “I don’t really know much about like...minerals and stuff? So I dunno what kind it is...but...the way it has that sorta shiny look about it is really neat...! Kinda reminds me of finding shells on the beach.”

A pause.

“Not that I’m much of a beach person, though.” An awkward chuckle.

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                ——– & i am done with my GRACELESS HEART                 so tonight i'm gonna  cut  it  out  &  then restart                 cause   i  like  to   KEEP   MY   ISSUES   DRAWN                 IT’S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN !

                    indie NAGITO KOMAEDA from SDR2 / DR3                     written  by  CLOVER  !   ( template credit ! )

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WHOOPS HELLO IM BACK SORRY FOR GOING DARK FOR MONTHS BUT <3

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kavtari​:

Reblog if you RP using Discord

Message me if you’d like my username.

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GOD I'M SO SORRY I DISAPPEARED SUDDENLY, I'VE BEEN AT MY DAD'S HOUSE AND I'VE HAD TO HELP OUT A LOT BUT! I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW SO I'LL BE A LOT MORE ACTIVE STARTING THEN

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enjoy this hot take while i try to work on icons

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This response was, of course, not shocking in the least given the fact that it was Ouma. He was the most frequent liar she’d ever met. That probably didn’t irritate her as much as it should, but frequent didn’t mean ‘hard to see through’ just as liar didn’t mean ‘irritating’ (well, not to Nagito, at least).

“Come now, Ouma-kun,” she sent a bright smile his way, “anyone could tell that one was a lie. In a school full of ultimates, brimming with so many beautiful people destined to bring hope for the future, I’d be the last on the list to have any sort of feelings for.”

She laughed again at his expression, not unkindly. He was a strange one (not that she had any right to judge, she supposed) but she didn’t think that was necessarily a bad thing. This was just his way and that was fine.

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“Haaaaaaaaaah?! No way! Is that really it?” 

Had it struck some kind of nerve in Kokichi? Yes, yes indeed. Furrowed brows glanced up at the taller figure, and rightfully so, evident frustration from their words. Ouma Kokichi had not followed Nagito all the way here to be rejected. The noise of her laugh had only fed more into the leader’s hurt, fingers tensed together as they burrowed more of its anger. “I poured all my feelings to you, Komaeda-chan! And the only thing you’re thinkin’ about is yourself?! Man, just how selfish, are you?!” He emphasised the word selfish, ringing into both their ears as a rude awakening to the other’s careless jest. Kokichi held a heavy stare, hands squeezing together into tiny fists. 

Then, just like that, he leaned up, throwing out a laugh himself, as if it was only just now had he approached the upperclassman. She really was a tough nut to crack, huh? 

“Just kiddin’—! You’re gettin’ better at this, Komaeda-chan—. I’m actually pretty impressed!”   

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WHOOPS KICKED THE DOOR OF THIS BLOG IN THEN WENT MISSING FOR TWO DAYS I’M SO SORRY GUYS ! I PROMISE I’M STILL HERE, THINGS ARE JUST HECTIC AND I COULD NOT KEEP AWAKE YESTERDAY ... BUT I’M WORKING ON THE THINGS I HAVE IN THE INBOX AND OTHER DRAFTS AS WELL. ALSO ! DM ME IF YOU WANT TO PLOT ANYTHING <3

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Nagito had heard the stories, of course. Even without her extensive research on her peers, she would have. Hoshi Ryouma had been called many things by both the media and the students of Hope’s Peak Academy, but they all boiled down to dangerous and not to be messed with.

She, of course, disregarded these thoughts as she took his silent invitation to take the seat beside him, letting out a quiet laugh at his last statement. She took a glance at the stars, unobscured by clouds or smog. She supposed if she were to choose what she thought would be one of her last nights out, she would choose one like this too.

She let out a careful hum in thought before speaking again, her voice quiet over the backdrop of night noise.

“There’s always hope to be found in a story if you look for it.” another laugh as she continued, “I’ve never had much going for me but I do have a knack for finding it. Even if all you see is the darkest despair, sometimes all you need is someone else to show you where the light is.”

She turned a smile on him that, depending on who you were, was either full of kindness of a source of disturbance and truly hope he saw it as the first.

“Regardless of the hope you see in it, I think I’d like to hear your story from you anyway. I’m sure others won’t tell it the way you do. They’re too stuck in their own biases about what is and isn’t hope. But I see a different sort of potential in you than whatever violence you’re supposedly capable of. Hope is often found in the corners that seem dimmest.”

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In another life, perhaps the man that was Hoshi Ryouma would have not been so forgiving. 

He sat upon an open field. Legs perched against the steel of age-old benches, letting the prior feeling of surprise pass from his thoughts. Sure, the company of another wasn’t something he expected ― let alone it being the oddball of 77-B. But to say he was disturbed? No. Not at all. There was no reason given to sense any alarm. The thing was involving fate, you never knew where it took you, even if you spent so many years accepting the cards handed. There was a brief moment of silence as Ryouma cornered his eyes towards the other, the numerous stars above them being the main source of illumination. Geez, this probably wasn’t in his character, was it.

“Hmph. Did I make it sound like you were being intrusive? If so, that wasn’t my intention. I got nothin’ against you, Komaeda. Not after all your class has done for me.” Ryouma’s sight moved away from Nagito’s figure, latching onto the various shades of the night sky. “Just wanted t’ appreciate the outside world a little more. Seems like my time here is finally com’n to an end…” In his fingers, Ryouma lowered the edges of thin prints against his lap, ones that he could’ve scarcely seen without the help of the moonlight. Funny. He strangely remembered one of his senpais always telling him to never put his guard down. And yet, here he was. An open target for the world to see. He gazed at Nagito, still relaxed as he was before, but leaving a sharper tilt towards her direction. The face that said ‘ come sit with me, but only if you’re not afraid to. ‘

“But don’t get the wrong idea, got it? If you wanted to hear some story of hope from me, then I suggest you move along and forget you even saw me here. Might be better that way too, at least, for you.”