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Eyes closed, deep breath. Mukuro Ikusaba was TIRED of these walls. Two years trapped within, all the while the world outside BURNED. Not that it was ALL bad. Sometimes, she got to spend time with her sister, Junko, absent that INCREASINGLY FRUSTRATING presence of Izuru Kamakura. And my, how Junko hadn’t changed  a bit. Not since the day she was born. Not since the day Mukuro left. Not since the day they’d reunited and set collective sights on HOPE’S PEAK ACADEMY. Sadly, and it was sad, if only for the fact Mukuro couldn’t handle the EMOTIONAL REND that came with her newfound conflict, Junko’s sister couldn’t say the same. Indeed, over these last few years, Mukuro had developed somewhat of an... AFFECTION for the students of Hope’s Peak Academy. Her loyalty, of course, remained with Junko, but events, both that had been and that were yet to come, weighed HEAVY on her long-hollowed heart, in a way nothing had EVER weighed before.

Absent brainwashing, and with memory intact, Mukuro wandered the halls of Hope’s Peak AIMLESSLY, as she had many times over the last few years. Eventually she’d find someone, and that would be her cue. Unless, of course, Junko, whom’s face she presently wore in DISGUISE, had OTHER ideas. The faux-blonde had a bad habit of getting BORED easily. Not that it mattered. Junko could change the plan a thousand, and Mukuro would still carry it out beat for beat. But, until then, she waited. And, until then, she SIGHED. She sighed, glancing up at a wall decorated in honors, trophies, and medals: A CELEBRATION OF HOPE. The very hope she and Junko would be snuffing out ONCE & FOR ALL. Eyes flickered across to bolted shutters. “I wonder if they’re happy out there...” And, with that, she continued walking, gaze catching the wall one final time. “Oh, it’s all JUNK, anyways...”

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Startled wake into grogginess, Sae had been here before. But how had she GOTTEN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE? Not back then. Now. She remembered back then. The Ultimate Prosecutioner, they’d coined her. Fresh from law group  school, and straight into LEGEND. Or, so, it was supposed to be. In reality, she’d been roped in as legal advisor to one KYOSUKE MUNAKATA. Strange... Why were her memories all those years back intact? Why could she remember her father’s death, and her sister’s Buchimaru obsession, and-- Oh, God. WHERE WAS HER SISTER? “Makoto? Makoto!!” Makoto Niijima had been due to start here. Such proved to be where scattered memories faded. So WHERE. WAS. SHE. “Makoto!!” Grogginess quickly dissipated in the face of RISING ANDRENALINE; Protectiveness kicking in. “MAKOTO!!” Pushing up from the... desk (???) she’d been slumped over, her blade-sharp eyes took in the room.

                                                                                                “What the--...?”

Bolts. Shutters. Bolts and shutters. Shutters and bolds. What kind of ABOMINABLE MOCKERY was this? Hope’s Peak Academy was supposed to be a ROCKET SHIP TO SUCCESS, not, this... this... PRISON. This, however, proved to be the only detail Sae’s mind could pick up, for in her mind’s eye, she was NOT looking for a way out. She was NOT looking to solve whatever NIGHTMARISH MYSTERY she’d woken up in. No. Sae was looking for one thing, and one thing only: MAKOTO NIIJIMA. Forgoing the carefully placed note, so scribbled in crayon, Sae burst through the classroom door. “MAKOTO!! MAKOTO ARE YOU HERE?!” Rare irrationality pushed sensible fears out of her mind. God’s bedamned whoever got in her way. “MAKOTO!!” Sae would search the depths of every last room in this FEEBLE CHARADE of a school. From the CAFETERIA to the GYMNASIUM to the JANITOR’S CLOSET if need be. She’d already lost her poor mother. And her STUPID father. She would NOT lose Makoto.

                                                                                                                                ...NO MATTER WHAT.

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Of all the unexpected and unbelievable nights in Elmyra’s life, of late husbands, primordial prophecies, rebellious whisperings, and grand conspiracies, she still HADN’T QUITE been able to predict that JUNKO ENOSHIMA, one of Aerith’s soon-to-be classmates when the Ultimate Florist, such as the school had labelled her, enrolled next semester, dropping at her doorway, in a limosine that PTSD pitted in her stomach (they spoke of government officials hoping to swipe away the last living being she herself remained alive for) with a champagne glass in hand and the bottle that had filled it in the other. Boisterous and untrained, the Ultimate Fashionista mostly just... INVITED HERSELF IN. To which Elmyra simply sighed. Aerith wasn’t home. Junko posed no threat to her daughter. And that was enough for her. Still, she lectured.

“For someone in the PUBLIC EYE, you’d think you’d have far better manners about you.” Pause, as she observed Junko had no escort. Was that smart for a girl of her stature? “And wits.” But there was something more about this, as Junko all but barged in, swilling champagne around her glass and placing the bottle of the kitchen table. “I’m sorry, but I’m a bit confused... Why are you here?” She closed the door behind them. Locking it. Maybe NOW she was a little on edge. Had she come hoping to break bread with Aerith before they enrolled together? “I’m afraid my daughter is not in at present. Down by the STREAM if I recall correctly.” She WASN’T. Aerith was where Aerith always was. Either flitting through roughshod alleyways in hopes of selling a single flower to help fix up their DECREPIT home. Or the church ruins where, to this day, she seemed so obsessed with tending to her crop. 

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Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

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“Of course... You are the Ultimate Fashionista, after all.” Junko’s mirthful beligerence would ALWAYS have a special place in Mukuro’s heart. Not that she’d tell her such. Junko would KILL HER -- Which... most times didn’t sound half bad. She’d take a KNIFE IN THE HEART for her baby sister. Even if the other end of it was in SAID SISTER’S HAND. But, how true could that possibly be? When the very thought of Junko wanting her DEAD made her heart SIEZE UP inside that cage she called a chest? “I bathe.” it just apparently didn’t matter. It NEVER mattered. “I bathe constantly.” And WHY? To be PLEASING for her sister? Her sister probably GOT OFF on the idea of Mukuro wallowing in pig shit. “Creepazoid? I’m just making sure you don’t get yourself in more trouble than you can handle.”

Her sister had the BRAINS. That much proved more and more true by the day. But Junko’s smarts could only get her SO FAR. Her body remained frailed. Her fighting instinct the only thing in which Junko could NEVER match Mukuro. And if Junko couldn’t beat Mukuro, Mukuro wouldn’t take the risk on any of the billions of people Mukuro could, would, and indeed on many occassions HAD beaten. The thought of a world without Junko... She shuddered at the thought. “You really want me to get someone myself?” That thought brought a wave of sadness, somehow forcing her already thin-lined lips to drop a SINGLE EXTRA NANOMETER in its perpetual frown. Junko would be the only human on the planet who could ever notice. That much was ABSOLUTE. Mukuro enjoyed the absolute: The more absolute truths there were in the galaxy, the less questions had to be asked, and the simpler life became. She was a WEAPON. The Ultimate Soldier. A BLADE OF WAR. Nothing more. Nothing less. Fenrir told her to kill. And she killed. Junko told her to kill. And she killed. What did she do then, when Junko told her to COURT?

“You know where I stand, sister.” Perhaps that had been why Junko’s attentions had WANDERED so much farther afield than they used to. Perhaps Mukuro was just starting to BORE her baby sister. (Another shudder -- This one chilling her to BONE.) “Perhaps a drink? Or a dance?” Anything to distract Junko from the advances of the metrosexual guy trying to catch her attention.

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                                  “DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!” 

          “Look at meeee! Who in their right mind wouldn’t try ta get a piece a’ this? How ‘bout you grow a friggin’ brain and stop wasting my time with STUPID questions!” Having Mukuro back in town was a DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD. On the one hand, her big sis was markedly subservient. There wasn’t a command she could give that her twin wouldn’t obey. She could tell the other to jump off a cliff & the smelly dumb-ass would probs do it! & With a broken spine & bloodied body, she’d look up to Junko with expectant eyes. Like some DESPERATE PUPPY waiting eagerly for SCRAPS & PRAISE. That, & the soldier’s natural abilities, made Mukuro…USEFUL to her. For the time-being. (Plus she might have missed her sister just a little bit) — On the other hand, DUMB, UGLY BITCH was suffocatingly protective & possessive over her. Constantly telling her to be careful & affectionately checking on her when she was hurt. GUH–ROSS! Was kinda like having a mom again. Only, a creepy, incestual, stalkery type mom who was constantly JEALOUS whenever she flirted with anyone! “Ugh! Maybe if ya took a bath once in a while you could, I dunno, stop being a total CREEPAZOID and get someone yerself!” Before she’d even finished the sentence, the model’s gut was CHURNING LIKE A TSUNAMI – Thought of SHARING her sister’s attention with anyone, (romantic or not), didn’t sit well with her. She liked her pawns in her pocket & she’d never cared for sharing toys. Hell, she’d killed Yasuke’s sick mother for taking his time away from HER. (& To deliver crippling despair upon him out of the KINDNESS of her heart!)

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Grunts of frustration accompanied the smacking away of Junko’s hand. Mioda had a face like THUNDER. Or at least a REALLY GRUMPY kitty cat. “Of course Ibuki knows what FLIRTING is! I happen to do it ALLLL the time.” Well. Some of the times. (With Mikan...) She liked (Mikan) GIRLS. Always had. Always would. “And Ibuki is no NEANDERTHAL!!” Admittedly, or perhaps ironically, she actually didn’t even know what a NEANDERTHAL was. But she could read tones. And Junko’s spoke of MOCKERY & MALICE. “A virgin?” Yes. (She’d hoped Mikan would...) “You WISH.” Did that even make sense? In Mioda’s head, also yes. “Stop doing that! It’s making Ibuki uncomfortable!!” That being the continued ‘affections’ and head tilt. For all her SMACKS, Junko’s hand stubbornly returned to neon highlights, slipping through silk-black strands to claw DEEP into her scalp. Burning hot, painful -- GOOD. Fuck. Eye twitched, teeth sunk DEEP into her lip. She wouldn’t react to the SHE-DEVIL.

“You didn’t FLIRT with my best friend!! You brainwashed her into your own personal SLAVE. She doesn’t have a choice BUT to drool all over your STUPID SHOES.” Angry Ibuki would always be easy to spot. Just keep an eye out for her manic energy and slanted slang dissipating into something... COLD. Girl shook now, glowering up through darkened eyes. Junko would claim it LUST. Mioda WRATH. Both were right, in their own ways. “Stop talking about her like she’s YOURS.” Deep breath. “IBUKI MIODA WILL SAVE KIND MIKAN!!” She’d finally swiped Junko by the wrist, pinning it to the equally stupid bar. “And until shes does, she’s gonna make sure the evil bitch that hurt her NEVER gets to have fun EVER. AGAIN.” And just like that, their positions had switched. Enoshima once more relaxed in her seat. No care in the world for the ire extracted from the only person who seemed to know (or at least CARE) for Junko’s endless plots. While Mioda now stood from her own, towering above the fashionista. (As if she’d EVER intimidate her.) “I don’t blame her. I blame YOU. And the least you can do, if you’re going to brainwash her into following you is take care of her!!” Yes. Claim your anger at Junko’s misdirected flirtations were for the good of your FRIEND. (Maybe they were?)

                                                “YOU.                                                                  DON’T.                                                                                    GET.                                                                                                 TO.                                                                                                           HAVE.                                                                                                                           FUN.”

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          “Would’ja look at that? Seems ya got more brain-cells than I give ya credit foooor!” CONDESCENDING CHUCKLE as the bottle-blonde leant forward & delivered a patronizing pat to the “musician’s” head. Right between those dated hair-horns of hers! (Girl had NO fashion sense whatsoever!) – “Surprised a socially-awkward neanderthal like you even knows WHAT flirting is! Bet yer lame-ass is still a VIRGIN!” Cocking her head to the side, Junko caught Ibuki’s gaze with her own — ADMIRING the brutish hostility flickering in those violet depths. Long, manicured claws RAKED ROUGHLY across scalp & lips curled devilishly at the ends. (& She’d thought today was gonna be BORING!) — “Are you surr-ee-ously growling right now? Oh. Em. Gee. You really are just a dumb animal, huh!? If you think THAT’S flirting, ya should see the way yer bestie drools all over my friggin’ boots!” Biting down on her bottom lip, she nestled back into her seat & knowingly added, “Naughty things I do ta that gurl? Who can blame ‘er!” 

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#I honestly can’t tell anymore whether he’s being sarcastic #or thoroughly enjoying the thought of all the mischief he could get up to

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#I honestly can’t tell anymore whether he’s being sarcastic #or thoroughly enjoying the thought of all the mischief he could get up to

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#I honestly can’t tell anymore whether he’s being sarcastic #or thoroughly enjoying the thought of all the mischief he could get up to

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#I honestly can’t tell anymore whether he’s being sarcastic #or thoroughly enjoying the thought of all the mischief he could get up to

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#I honestly can’t tell anymore whether he’s being sarcastic #or thoroughly enjoying the thought of all the mischief he could get up to

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@xcriminalxbeliefsx​  | JEALOUSY MEME

                                  “DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!” 

          “Look at meeee! Who in their right mind wouldn’t try ta get a piece a’ this? How ‘bout you grow a friggin’ brain and stop wasting my time with STUPID questions!” Having Mukuro back in town was a DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD. On the one hand, her big sis was markedly subservient. There wasn’t a command she could give that her twin wouldn’t obey. She could tell the other to jump off a cliff & the smelly dumb-ass would probs do it! & With a broken spine & bloodied body, she’d look up to Junko with expectant eyes. Like some DESPERATE PUPPY waiting eagerly for SCRAPS & PRAISE. That, & the soldier’s natural abilities, made Mukuro…USEFUL to her. For the time-being. (Plus she might have missed her sister just a little bit) — On the other hand, DUMB, UGLY BITCH was suffocatingly protective & possessive over her. Constantly telling her to be careful & affectionately checking on her when she was hurt. GUH–ROSS! Was kinda like having a mom again. Only, a creepy, incestual, stalkery type mom who was constantly JEALOUS whenever she flirted with anyone! “Ugh! Maybe if ya took a bath once in a while you could, I dunno, stop being a total CREEPAZOID and get someone yerself!” Before she’d even finished the sentence, the model’s gut was CHURNING LIKE A TSUNAMI – Thought of SHARING her sister’s attention with anyone, (romantic or not), didn’t sit well with her. She liked her pawns in her pocket & she’d never cared for sharing toys. Hell, she’d killed Yasuke’s sick mother for taking his time away from HER. (& To deliver crippling despair upon him out of the KINDNESS of her heart!)

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bxredxmbrxke said: “ am i a bad person? ” @ Mukuro

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“Huh?” Slack-jawed, gaping mouth and wide, deceptively innocent eyes, spoke VOLUMES. “A... Bad person?” Blink. Blink. Mukuro took a step back, eyes narrowing now, brow knitting; The lines of her mouth collapsing in like a panorama: Where the SEA meets the RIVER. “Is that something that concerns you?” Couldn’t be. Pesky questions like THAT were only meant for feeble minds like HER OWN. Hell, the very reason Junko Enoshima had gotten as far as she had would forever be thanks to her LACK OF CONSCIENCE and that PRETTY HEAD OF HERS, with all the answers it seemed to fine of its own volition. So why ask? Perhaps to test if such paltry sensibilities of MORALITY & JUSTICE concerned MUKURO-HERSELF? “People are people. We all do things for the betterment of ourselves. Sometimes people disagree on such things. I guess, it’s up to you to decide if that’s bad or not.” A BITTER TRUTH. Ever since she’d come to know the MISMATCHED MISFITS, Mukuro had been growing... AFFECTIONATE. They were all talented, all ambition, all selfish, and all equally capable of turning their OWN SELFISH VISIONS into THEIR PRIVATELY OWNED REALITIES. For the first time in her own life, Mukuro had been starting to see people as people. And for the first time in her own life, she had been questioning whether KILLING THEM was a BAD THING. Her next words slipped free before she could swallow them:

                                                          “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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Tik Tok Meme Sentence Starters

Here are a series of quotes from Tik Tok’s that stuck in my head. Most of them are just funny but there are musical quotes involved as well

“I can’t believe that its finally me and you and you and me, just us. And your friend (Insert name)”

“Gamer boy’s get so mad at me when my voice doesn’t turn out like a little anime girl. But I’m sorry my genetics said no, and you’re gonna fucking deal with it.”

“HOLD UP HOLD UP! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH! RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST BRO!……YOU’RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I’M WRONG? AM I WRONG?”

“Please don’t be ugly….PLEASE don’t be ugly….please……please…….*gasp* OHMYGO-”

“I’ll whoop yo ass……your girlfriend look like my mom”

“ *exasperated sigh* It’s not that fucking hard! SWING, SNAP, ROCK!”

“Why….am….I….here.”

“Why is your dad outside….” “Lock up the house!”

“WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS SNITCHED ON ME TO MY MOM?!”

“It’s just…pure mindless vandalism!”

“Are you mentally deficient?!”

“If I was mentally deficient, I would’ve missed.”

“(Insert name) there ain’t gonna be a to-mo-nah nah nah nah, if you don’t put your fucking seatbelt-b-belt-b-belt ON! YOU’RE GONNA DIE!”

“PUT YOUR BACK IN IT! PUT YOUR BACK IN IT! PUT YOUR BACK IN IT! JUST A LITTLE MORE! PUT YOUR BACK IN IT!”

“I’m going to have to put on…my…. fuckin’ double seeing glasses. Because I can’t even begin to see,  the amount of BULLSHIT coming from you.”

“I was a princess doing alright, then I became a girl in the village overnight!”

“I just wanted an ice cream! The cat- the cat’s got into the freezer! GET OUT!”

“Gentlemen, the girls and the gays don’t want you. The girls and the gays want a Zuko or a Sokka. If you’re neither of those two, take a seat - NEXT CALLERRRR!

“Roses are red, I like going to bed, yknow what else is a common occurrence? Wanting to drop dead.”

“Roses are red, my mental health is unsteady, I GAVE YOU MORE MONEY THAN THE CIVIL WAR COST AND YOU FUCKIN SPENT IT ALREADY?” 

“Don’t be trying to double back, I already despise you!” 

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xjustxdespairx said:     “ they hope i choke. ”

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Elmyra bit at her lip, swilling the wine glass in her hand. Older woman couldn’t COMPREHEND the weight of Emily’s words. What had been scarier? The fact she’d let them slip at all? Or that they weren’t that far down the bottle? (Had Emily been drinking before coming here?) What did she say to such an OPPRESSED sense of self-worth? Embarrassing as it was to admit... Her answers were more that of a MOTHER than a... Whatever they’d ended up being... Gut twisted with PURE GUILT. How far she’d fallen as an adult... She’d made a victim of the very girl she’d feared... (And her daughter’s BEST & ONLY FRIEND.) “They sound like a group of very fake friends, dear.” Brooding words weren’t WRONG. Just sounded... OUT OF PLACE. As if she no longer had legs capable of supporting such judgments. “No one who truly cares about someone wishes for them to CHOKE. ...For them to FAIL.” Not that Elmyra was blind to social politics. After all, she’d married a jock. A military one at that. She was the hottie with the hottie. (And maybe THAT had been why she’d allowed this SHEER TREACHERY to happen with Emily... Cause Emily made her feel that way all over again.) “Speaking from experience, they sound threatened. Jealous. Deceitful. And I’m sure you’re SICK TO DEATH of hearing these words from your parents, and they must sound EXTREMELY HYPOCRITICAL & IRONIC coming from myself, but: You’re better off without them.” Elmyra had seen the good in Emily. And time only further exposed the truth of her situation: HER FRIENDS WERE HOLDING HER BACK & LEADING HER ASTRAY IN THE SAME BREATH.