#☾✩☽ The Queen of despair burns the world down ---- IC Junko Enoshima

[phantasmalnightmare]

Starter for @despairs-memorial

Junko stared down at the board member listlessly. "Heyyyy. Don't give up already. I just took one eye. Don't you wanna like live or something? Pretty L to just give up like this if you ask me." She huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms across her chest. The man had stopped struggling and crying after she'd taken his eye. She grabbed a spoonful of curry and placed his eyeball on top, bringing it to his face, but the spark of hope that had been in his eyes earlier was long gone. "Say Ah~" She trilled, and forced the spoon into his mouth, but the man had no strength to chew, or even to spit, as the curry mix fell out of his mouth, and dribbled onto the front of his shirt. "Ick."

"BORING. Hey sis!" She called out, knowing that Mukuro was somewhere else in the small house. "Get your fat, smelly, ugly ass in here! I need someone to take out this garbage." The Fashionista kicked the man with her heel for emphasis. She wore very sharp and sturdy stilettos, and the heel sank into the man's leg with a satisfying squelch.

The man was still alive and managed a small whimper, but he was already in the realms of despair. "Where is that ugly cow!? Do I have to do everything myself? I don't wanna kill someone who's already broken. It's like totally no fun." She pouted.

[phantasmalnightmare]

Starter for @91cmspoilers

Junko headed to the room where Izuru was kept, humming to herself. She'd visited him a handful of times now, and the man that was so perfect in every way, proved to be an endlessly amusing toy. This was the first time she'd managed to convince her irritating younger sister behind. Mukuro was scared that he would grow disinterested in her and kill Junko, but that was what made the game so much fun for her. She kicked open the door unceremoniously, before laying eyes on her target.

"Kamukura senpai~ Did you miss me?" She trilled, wiggling her body in a flirty manner. "I left the smelly, uggo behind, so it's just you and me." As she spoke, she quickly pulled a knife out that had been strapped to her thigh, and she launched it at his head. She was confident he would dodge it, just like every other weapon she'd thrown at him.

"Aren't you bored down here all by your lonely? Why don't we go on a date? I'll show you that despair is worth living for." The Fashionista grinned.

[phantasmalnightmare]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Gray

It's not easy to be loved by you, you can be a tough pill to swallow sometimes. You do care about your loves, but it's hard for you to show it. It's easy for you to break hearts, and that can scare your loves. Sometimes your love isn't a good enough reason for people to stick around, but that doesn't really bother you all that much. I really hope that you find the person who sees your love and thinks "that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen".

Tagged: @tricksheart

Tagging: @nuravity @more-than-a-princess @91cmspoilers @mechatiqe and you reading this!

[phantasmalnightmare]

Starter for @unrealization

Junko had the most boring day, although she'd said that about yesterday, and the day before. She looked drearily out of the limousine's window, sighing softly. Despite being Ultimates, her classmates were utterly predictable and mundane. Yet, she was growing to care about them, and even think of them as friends.

Just another reason to want to have them murder each other.

Lately, she'd been forming a plan. She'd need help in order to pull it off though, and her useless sister had been on some sort of mercenary assignment for awhile.

The limo pulled up in front of her house, and she paid the driver, before exiting. Her analytical prowess immediately put her on guard as she noticed that something was off. The blinds were now open, and the living room light was on. Someone was already in the house.

The Fashionista quietly opened the front door, and she slipped inside. Peeking around the entrance way, she noticed Mukuro. She grinned, removing the knife she'd been gripping inside of her pocket, ever since she'd come inside. As silently as possible, she snuck up on her sister from behind, intending to stab her. She'd never managed to catch her off guard, and she was sure this time would be no different, but it was always a fun game to play: To see if she could kill the one person she cared for.

[phantasmalnightmare]

A  VALENTINE’S  APPLICATION. 

your  name: Akira 'Kurusu'

your age: 16

your perfect date: Arcades

make out in private or in public?: Neither. Hand holding is fine, I guess.

do you like to cuddle?: No, not really the affectionate type.

tell me something about you: I rather not. I want to be mysterious.

why do you want to be my valentine?: I'm bored, I guess.

( Akira plz ) ( also sending this to Junko because it would be hilarious. I know in his DR verse, I have them as exes as a joke but feel free to answer this how you wish ^^ ).

Junko blinked in surprise. She'd seen him around a few times, and he did have that mysterious aura about him that piqued her interest. "Oh?" She grinned, closing the distance between the two. "Not the affectionate type and you're just bored?" Most girls would, of course, rebuff such a nihilistic approach, but she wasn't most girls.

"Dang that's like pretty hot. I dunno about the whole valentine's day thing, but you seem pretty fun. I vibe with guys that are just bored, cause same tbh." The Fashionista took him by the hand, since that was about the only thing he seemed okay with. "Let's do it! Kill the boredom, and maybe a person or two." She mumbled the last bit.