#junkomikan

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

Like or reblog if you ship Junko/Mikan!

[catgirl-catboy]

"Mikan, baby. I have a present for you."

She stopped stroking her beloved's hair in shock.

"You shouldn't have! Our anniversary isn't a big deal."

Junko's hand flung to her chest in mock offense. "Mikan, you are the biggest deal there is. I want the whole world to know that. I was gonna keep it a surprise, but you know me!"

She lifted her head off Mikan's lap to look her in the eye.

"Once we're done with them, I want you to be the one to destroy the school. Those assholes fucked you up so badly; it's only right."

[augustmourn]

19, Junko/Mikan

For spotify top 100 fic meme! (Still taking these!) A little under 300 words. Warning for physical abuse/Junko in general

Lipstick Covered Magnet by The Front Bottoms

And I'm gonna get on my knees Would you kick me in the face, please? It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry

There is nothing more intimate than someone hurting you; when she sees her blood on Junko's knuckles, she knows she's been truly seen. This is what love feels like. It's the aching in your chest where you know someone has kicked you.

Junko likes to tell her she's worthless, that she's going to die a lonely and pathetic death. Mikan knows it's true. The moment Junko leaves her, with her bloodied mouth and bruised cheek, her heart might simply cease to beat. She'll be crushed by the weight of knowing the person who knows her soul inside and out has left her, exactly the way she deserves.

It will be a wonderful way to die.

Junko balances a cup of tea on her head. She keeps as still as she possibly can, but the human body can only stay stationary for so long. Her hands are sweating where they're resting on her knees. Her knees are aching where they're pressing into the floor, the coldness of the concrete radiating up through her body.

She trembles. The cup moves with the motion, and a drop of hot tea spills out, landing on her head. It's hot, and it makes her tense up in pain. Junko makes a noise of disgust.

"You stupid bitch," she says, laughter in her voice. "That was barely three minutes." The teacup is lifted off the crown of her head. Mikan bows down to the floor. She kisses Junko's boot.

Junko kicks her in the cheek. Agony splits her head in two, and she rolls onto her side, biting back a sob. She looks up at Junko, just in time to see her slowly upending the teacup. It starts to rain down on her, drops of burning pain.

Mikan can't stop smiling.

[danganshipper]

No one requested: Soft pink Junkan moodboard.

[midnightdemonhunter]

Thinking of Junkan again so of course I’m legally required to redraw an older piece wheeee

(Here’s the older piece in question)

[autisymm]

💊💉❤️‍🩹🩺

[marshmellowtea]

oh my god funny as fuck when my queue posts something between two of my original posts that are supposed to be loosely connected DKLFAJLKDSF

[angelofdykeness]

im junkomikan's strongest soldier

[holographicai]

Been thinking about them

[sleepyeditz]

⁽っ＾▿＾⁾ ᵖˡˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵒʳ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶦᶠ ˢᵃᵛᵉ

⁽╥﹏╥⁾ ᵖˡˢ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗ ᶦᶠ ʳᵉᵖᵒˢᵗᵎᵎ

[nightlist]

[aaomeanie]

They are... problematic.

[catgirl-catboy]

Another Junkan drabble don't ask questions.

Mikan's hair is the only part of her Junko never touched.

Junko's trying to be kind, it's just…

Her beloved had the power to reshape her into something society could bear to look at. She was a goddess, and one that barely tried to hide it.

If she wasn't able to protect Mikan from the world's cruelty, nobody could.

(Nobody protected Mikan from her cruelty, but Mikan wasn't a weak thing that needed protection from her saviour.)

She wished Junko would force her hand into such tattered hair, and rip it from her scalp.

She'd survive it. She's survived worse.

[angieyonag]

meow meow

[danganshipper]

No one requested: Junkan pink icons.

The icons I did for this board.

[glitchback]