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Mukuro dodged her swings with ease, just as she knew she would. However, her sister finally actually took a swing at her with her knife. Junko's mouth opened in a small "Oh", shocked that she would actually try and attack her. Her sister had always had faster reflexes then her, being a soldier, but Junko was very fast as well.

Although, she could have dodged it at the last second, she decided it would be much more fun to take the hit. The knife sliced into her flesh, the dull sting a slice of pleasure. "Oh em gee, you actually did it you smelly cow! I didn't think you had it in you. How could you?!" She turned, her eyes watering with fake tears, blood flowing freely down her arm. "What kind of sister actually hurts their family?" The Fashionista was trying to make her feel bad, so that she could feel the joyful despair as much as she was.

Her eyes flicked to the man, who was still trying to hobble away unsuccessfully. "Think you forgot about protecting this lameo though... So you're still a dumb, useless bitch anyway." She pulled out of a knife from her pocket, took careful aim, and fired. The knife flew straight at the target, and hit him square in the back. He fell down. "Upupupupu... I win!"

If she was anyone else, she would think that her precious sister was absolutely mad... she would be correct, obviously, but she was very aware that that sort of tragedy was something Junko probably dreamed of. It was almost heartwarming, in a weird morbid way how much love was mixed into it.

She dodges the bat a few times before quickly moving to stab at her arm during one of her downswings, not caring about the man at this point. Well... she didn't want to kill her, nor did she want to die, but she could get away with an injury, right? Would that be enough to satisfy the despair that her sister wanted?

#despairs memorial #☾✩☽ the queen of despair burns the world down ic junko enoshima #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy

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Ibuki had great hearing as a musician, so even though Celestia intended to keep her words to herself, her ears perked up, and she frowned. It always stung when a pretty girl didn't like her music, but she wouldn't let it deter her. Her dream was to make everyone a fan of her music, after all.

"Yeah intrigue or whatever! Hell yeah!" She pumped her fist in agreement, as they headed into the room. The rocker was still digging through their teacher's desk, but she couldn't find the cards anywhere. All she found was a picture of Munakata, surrounded by drawn on hearts. "Ew gross." She shoved it further back into the drawer.

Her ears perked up at the gambler's words, and she turned around. "OH you're right! They were right there on the desk the whole time. Whoopsies!" She scratched the back of her head. "Ibuki should have seen them. If they were a snake they would have bitten her!" She pushed two desks together, and then sat down. "Yahoo! Ibuki's never played Poker before! This is gonna be hella fun! You wanna deal since you're the hardcore player?"

“Hm, certainly isn’t mine..” she mumbles to herself. The main reason why she didn’t speak as which, is due to keeping up her more polite persona. But hey all works out.

“Games always give me great amounts of intrigue. I look forward to our match.” Even if she found the musician..loud she still was interested in games. No matter who against. “Very well. Until then I shall follow behind you..”

She follows..raising an eyebrow at the others energy and words. She looks around. “I see..would these cards be it?”

#dead or lie #☾✩☽ i write sins not tragedies ic ibuki mioda #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy

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"A creature such as you... saving yourself for marriage? Fuhahaha, don't make me laugh! Pray tell, was this group of friends of the imaginary sort? I have yet to see you attract so much as Teruteru." He tried his best to focus on the task at hand, sweeping as far away from the other as he could, until the mechanic picked to start on the desk right next to where he was sweeping. Of course he would...

"Stand back fiend! My evil aura will consume you soon enough. Not that I would care if you were devoured right in front of me." It seemed the pinkette had no intention of giving him space though, so he began to move to a less crowded area. "Ah yes... calling one a dicklord is considered polite." He sure hadn't forgotten.

As he made he was around the other, trying his best to ignore him, Kazuichi suddenly sprayed him with the cleaning solution. He just barely managed to bring his arms up to cover his eyes in time, flinching despite himself. "That was low, even for you." Anger and hurt warred within his features, as memories of him being bullied by other students rose within him, unbidden. As if he could sense his master's sudden change in mood, a large ball python emerged from inside his robes, hissing. The snake uncoiled, and Gundham let him slither onto one one of the desks. Even if the breeder didn't get mad, his pet was furious. "It would seem Nagini is ready for dinner. I suggest you complete your quest with the speed of a cheetah, lest he decide to consume you as his main course. Kehehehe..."

“H-HEY! Being horny and looking for romance are two different things!! I-I’m not THAT horny!!” The mechanic rose up from his chair indignantly. “A-and I’ll have you know, lots of girls came on to me when I used to hang out with my old friend group!! I just turned them down because… I-I’m uh, I’m… s-saving myself… for marriage… or something…” Shaking his head, he pointed at the other accusingly. “I bet you just never had chicks flocking towards you!! ……Not the human kind of chicks, anyway. You definitely get the bird kind… Damn it, talking to you seriously pisses me off.”

He took a spray bottle and a towel to start wiping the desks, but instead of going to the opposite side of the room, he went to clean the desk right beside the other, just to spite him. “I don’t take orders from you. I’ll clean wherever I want to clean, you prick,” he muttered, spraying water on the desk before beginning to wipe. “I called you stingy ‘cause you made a big deal out of it, not because you didn’t have the seeds — and I was polite! I was just asking if you had some and then you started sassing me!!” That’s probably not what happened, but whatever. He sort of… doesn’t remember what he said…

…Oh yeah, he called the other a dicklord.

An idea occurred to him, though, and he abandoned his thinking and cleaning to glance at the other instead. “…You know how you always say you got a poisonous touch or something?” He couldn’t help but smirk mischievously, holding up both the bottle and the towel in the other’s direction, then spraying at him. “There, since you need a hand with that! Cleaned the poison off for you completely. You’re welcome.”

#mechatiqe #☾✩☽ such is the will of casualty ic gundham tanaka #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy #//Gundham is just in disbelief that girls would come on to him #And he's such a bully! #Sorry this took me forever

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It was late by the time Shinigami arrived at Hope's Peak Academy. She missed her Master.. no Yuma, she mentally corrected herself. She hadn't wanted to leave his side. However, he'd found a way to free her from the Book of Death once and for all. He'd saved her from her solitude. She still had some of her powers, although they'd been greatly nerfed, but such was the price of freedom.

She was still getting used to the fact that people could see and hear her now, and it was quite the adjustment. She'd been struggling, and so Yuma had convinced her to try and go to school, like a normal death god turned girl. He'd pulled some strings, and before she knew it, she was accepted into the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Death God.

She hadn't expected anyone to be here at this hour, but she noticed a light was on in one of the buildings. Curious, she turned into her ghost form and followed the light into the infirmary. A frazzled looking nurse was cleaning up. Even though Shinigami wasn't currently visible, it seemed like she could sense her, from what she said.

Suddenly, Shinigami aterialized into her more human form. "Boo!" She shouted playfully, no doubt terrifying the poor girl. "Kyahaha! I'm surprised you could sense me somehow. Didn't think anyone would be here at this time of night. The name's Shinigami. And you are?"

@phantasmalnightmare || Liked for a Starter! (Mikan)

Being alone in Hope's Peak's Infirmary this late at night was creepy enough as is, but Mikan was rather used to it. She enjoyed cleaning up at the end of the day by herself. Her routine was simple; dispose of any waste, sweep the floors, replace the bedsheets on any cots used, etc, etc. By the time she was done, it was already dark outside.

And tonight was no different. Well, except for the fact that Mikan couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. But she was alone, right? She had to be! There wasn't anyone else here!

The nurse glanced over her shoulder nervously as she put away the bandages for the night. "Is... Is there someone here? W-We're closed... If y-you need medical help there's a hospital down the road..."

Except there really wasn't anyone there... Or so Mikan thought.

#caramialunae #☾✩☽ Mysteriful Death God----- IC Shinigami #☾✩☽ verse: crossover #//I'm so sorry this took me an eternity #Just got so busy

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"It was simply a jest. I do not wish to lose our facilities either. Ushi and the others need sustenance just as much as we do." While there was plenty of hay and various feeds at the farm, the raw food that needed to be refrigerated was stored in the large walk in, in the back of the kitchen. Fenrir would be a lot more apt to eat the others if he ran out of fresh meat due to the building burning down.

"She was. I am... glad you would not have minded. Perhaps, in another life, the two of you may meet." His expression was so sad and wistful then, that he needed to turn away from her. He was glad that the food preparation was a good distraction from the sudden pain. Gundham was a bit surprised that she hadn't picked up on his blatant statement about "his feelings," but his chest began to expand once more as he calmed down a bit. It seemed he hadn't ruined the whole night after all.

He listened quietly as Sonia began to speak of her parents. He stirred the pasta, before turning back to the sauce, giving it a quick taste. More spices were thrown into the pot, and then he began to chop some garlic. He added it to butter and mixed it well for the garlic bread. Her father sounded like a great King from how she spoke of him.

"I...see." He spoke softly as she finished her various stories about her family. He noticed that she had plenty of tales involving her father, but she hardly spoke much about her Mother. It was not unlike himself, having not spoke about his Father earlier either. He had a feeling that she hadn't been close to her Mother at the very least, and at the worst, she may have even been abused by her. That wasn't a topic he wished to pry into over dinner, however, just as he was glad she hadn't asked about his Father.

"It sounds like your father was wonderful. If he had not raised you as such, to spend time with the commoners and even love them, I wonder if you would have ever befriended one such as I." As if realizing what he said, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I am a Dark Lord, but in the gaze of mere mortals, I am not but a lowly commoner." Especially since his family had always been poor. He set the timer on the stove as he spoke, after placing the garlic bread inside.

"It does sound like it should have been harmonious." He could tell there was a 'but' in there somewhere, yet once again, he didn't want to try and coax too much out of her, and ruin the mood entirely. "I cannot think of something specific I wished to know. I was simply wondering how they raised someone like you." Mostly he'd been trying to change the topic, so she wouldn't catch on to what he'd said, although he had been curious about them. Thankfully, it seemed to have worked. This time, he managed to keep a lid on his mouth concerning his emotions for her. Even if he was tipsy, he'd have no more slip ups.

"I apologize for prying." Since she wasn't used to opening up unless for paparazzi, the moment somehow felt even more intimate. "Dinner will be ready shortly." The breeder eyed her now half empty glass. "Would you care for some more wine? Or a different refreshment?"

The real risk wasn't burning the place down or even harming herself: it was poisoning him, if not the rest of their friends, by her valiant attempts at preparing a meal. She hadn't committed murder in the simulation, but she would've been terribly effective at it if she'd served self-prepared food to anyone, whether she intended to kill them or not. "While a fire would be impressive, I am not sure it would be glorious," Sonia countered with a concerned look. "If we did not have the kitchen in the Hotel Mirai, we'd have to live off whatever rations we have in our cabins until a ship brought in more food supplies that do not require cooking."

And besides, the wine would likely be sacrificed to the flames and she couldn't have that. The alcohol, or what was left of it on Jabberwock Island, was essential for her getting through the day without nightmares, or overwhelming feelings, or feeling much of anything at all. Alcohol dulled her senses and emotions and now, Sonia relied on it: some things hadn't changed with The Tragedy after all. She accepted her glass with a smile: maybe that was the smallest of benefits of what they'd experienced. Coupled with age (or at least, Japan and Europe's legal ages, though aristocratic families hardly put any stock in either), Gundham didn't seem to be bothered by pouring her alcohol. A part of her wondered if the Gundham before the Tragedy, the one who had attended Hope's Peak with her, would have been scandalized to know just how much underage imbibing she'd done back then. A larger part of her felt compelled to stay silent, in fear of anything attributed to her person that might make him despise her.

But all of her hesitated when he did: when prompted about his parents. And when he'd asked her in turn about hers. The corners of Sonia's mouth twitched: this was no royal ball or important party full of politicians she needed to be both effortlessly charming and intimidatingly intelligent in front of. No amount of beauty and brains would erase the fact she'd caused mass genocide. But nevertheless, it felt awkward to be so open, so raw, about her family in front of Gundham: as a teenage girl, living a life as normal as she could muster, she'd spent plenty of time daydreaming of what it would be like if Gundham Tanaka was her boyfriend. And if she took him home to Novoselic Castle to meet her family. And if, just maybe, one day he'd ask her if he could stay.

"Your mother must have been a wonderful person who loved you very much," She began, taking a long sip of wine. Beyond that, she could not presume anything. But he could have said nothing of her and Sonia would have guessed as much: if only due to the fact that most mothers on Earth were likely kinder and gentler than her own. Queen Valentina of Novoselic had once, after all, been Valentina Borghese, the youngest of five children of one of the country's most prominent Dukes and had, according to her uncle Lorenzo, a desire to prove herself since she was in her mother's womb. "And I would not have minded questions: I do not doubt she would have been respectful about it. She did raise you, after all."

But what to say about her parents? Sonia watched Gundham add a variety of spices to a pot from her seat on a nearby counter. Surely he'd asked in earnest, and without knowing what it was really like to be royal. He never put her on a pedestal though, and she kept that in mind as she exhaled, setting her half-empty wine glass beside her.

"I think my father hated parties," She began. It seemed wrong, somehow, to just say he was nice and handsome and he shared the same color eyes as she did and they only lit up properly when he was with his daughter. "He'd greet everyone and pose for the photos of course, but I think a lot of the gossip and conversation topics between aristocrats and overly greedy politicians bored him. And ceremonies, well, he was either invested in them or wished he was elsewhere. I think he was happiest, as King at least, visiting the various cities and towns in Novoselic and just talking to people. Everyday people, about their lives and what brings them joy and what they wished they could do or have to improve upon it. It didn't matter of their manners weren't immaculate or they were unrefined: I think he liked it that way."

"When I was young," She continued, idly rambling as Gundham continued to cook. Food took time to prepare, and it wasn't as if there was anything else to entertain him with. "If he was taking me along for work, he insisted on bringing me to hospitals, to orphanages, to homeless shelters and schools. He thought the most important things for me to learn were to understand that Novoselic was only as strong as its most infirm and struggling citizens, and that the children of Novosonian orphanages and schools would one day be my peers in governance and leadership. Listening to and supporting them was more important than perfect posture, or how to pour a cup of tea, or how to waltz without stepping on my partner's toes."

And those weren't even the fondest of her memories with him: he'd taught her both refined and unrefined hobbies, and the only times she'd ever broken his heart was the day he'd accepted the fact that she had zero musical aptitude, and the day she'd aimed a pistol at his forehead and fired. He hadn't needed to say anything, Sonia thought as she fiddled with the stem of her wine glass. His eyes had revealed the depth of his pain.

"My mother, in turn, was in many ways his perfect complement," Sonia said as the pot of water began to boil. "She adored being the center of attention. She loved tradition, and perfection, and maintaining a standard of royal life that the world expected of us. Appearances mattered, and first ones more than anything to her. My father ran the country and she ran the family. In theory, it should have been harmonious."

She sighed, setting down the glass once more, this time just one swallowful left as she watched him add the dry pasta. "I guess I'm a bit rubbish at talking about my family. I think I am so used to doing it with the intention of being overheard and published. It is odd, to do so without anyone besides you listening. But was there something specific you wished to know?"

#more-than-a-princess #☾✩☽ such is the will of casualty ic gundham tanaka #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa---- post neo world program #//Everyone just keeps bringing up her parental trauma #real smooth Gundham #at least he won't pry too much

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//I'm so sorry I was so busy getting out of town that I didn't have time to post anything! I was at Tsumicon vegas this weekend, so I didn't get to replies. It was a great time full of every kind of debauchery and bad decisions you can do in Vegas, but it was the most fun I've ever had I think. I will get to things when I can, but I'm also going to Hawaii in two weeks. egihegoiheihg ;~; Thank you all for your patience!

#☾✩☽ out of calamity #activity update

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"It is not the fault of I, that you are unable to comprehend much. Kehehehe.. Such ignorance." He dropped the broom he'd been holding, looking quite appalled. "Mad...?" Gundham couldn't even bring himself to utter such a word. "Mp is magic points, you absolute fool! It is not as if you get such a thing either, and unlike myself, you pine after it, like a canine in heat! How pathetic." He managed to pick up the broom once more, turning away from the mechanic, and trying to sweep as far away as possible from him... Which wasn't very far, considering they were stuck in the same classroom. Why would Yukizome do this to them?

"You do realize that there are two sides to this room. It is quite simple. You can 'begone', over that way." He pointed to the other side of the room. "In fact, the sooner you pitch in, the sooner you can locate sustenance." The breeder glared at the other, who was sulking on his desk now, instead of helping with the various tasks that they had to get done. "A mere mortal will not understand the inner musings of a creature of hell, it is simply a fact. Stating someone is stingy for not offering something that they do not posses is quite low though. Perhaps, next time, you shall consider a polite way to ask for a favor."

He still had no idea why the other seemed to hate him so much, but he tried his best to focus on his task. Yet, it was going to take forever if he was the one that ended up doing all the work, and he didn't want to be stuck in this classroom with Kazuichi any longer than necessary. "Not that I need the assistance of one such as you, but if you want to complete this side quest, perhaps you should choose your weapon." He pointed to the cart with a wide variety of cleaning tools.

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“Lord my ass. I didn’t even understand half of what you said there — and what the fuck is a mp?? Mad pussy?? ‘cause you definitely don’t get those, either!” The mechanic pushed himself up from where he was leaning against his desk, frowning at the other. They’ve been stuck together on cleaning duty today, hence why the classroom was empty save for them. “And don’t tell me to ‘begone’ or whatever!! We can’t leave until we finish cleaning up, or Miss Yukizome’ll kill us… Seriously, she’s so scary when she’s angry.”

His stomach grumbled loudly, causing him to flop back down on the desk sulkily, before crossing his arms. “See, this is all ‘cause your stingy ass won’t give me seeds. I don’t care if they’re raw or not as long as they’re edible.” While it was mostly just him being dramatic, a part of him was hoping the other would give him some. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped since you don’t have any, but why do you have to be so theatrical and stingy about it?? I don’t get you at all…”

#mechatiqe #☾✩☽ such is the will of casualty ic gundham tanaka #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy #//Gundham with his chunni burns

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As the head of the Shadow Operatives, it was Mitsuru's duty to keep tabs on any possible shadow and persona related activity throughout the world. Whoever was changing villain's hearts in the big city of Tokyo, wasn't even bothering to try and be incognito. The Phantom Thieves, they were called, and she had no doubt that they were persona users. Even more concerning than the changing of hearts, were the so-called mental shut downs. One could argue that changing evil to good was not such a bad thing, but these psychotic breakdowns were taking lives.

With Akihiko out of the country, and Aigis on another mission, it was up to her to come and investigate. She effortless wove through the traffic on her motorcycle, wondering why it was so thick at this time. Perhaps another "accident?"

Suddenly, her skin pricked, and her nerves went onto high alert, as her persona, Artemisia, picked up on something unnatural. As her power wasn't as accurate as Fuuka's, she couldn't tell for sure that it was a Persona user, but surely they had some sort of latent abilities. It could possibly even be a shadow.

She parked her bike, taking off her helmet, her long, red hair spilling down her back. The feeling was getting stronger, and she walked towards the subway station, when a man appeared from the exitway. It was surely coming from him, so it wasn't a shadow, but who was he? The Empress must have been staring too hard, because he suddenly went back down into the station. Well that was suspicious.

She decided to follow him, eyeing which train line he'd gone down. She struggled to use the ticket machine though, never having used one before, and the employee had to help her. She rushed down as she heard the train approach, and just barely made it inside the doors as they closed. Hopefully she'd gotten the train correct, since she'd lost sight of him, but she thought she could still feel him nearby. She began to check the cars, looking for the suspicious stranger.

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Goro Akechi stepped through the threshold between reality and Mementos. He'd just wrapped up a pretty banal mission for Shido; hitting a taxi driver to cause yet another pileup on the highway. As usual, collateral damage was a bonus for him. More blood in the water for his political campaign. The ignorant masses would happily swim into the proverbial shark's mouth if they believed it would make the disasters stop.

Of course, Akechi didn't enjoy of pointless bloodshed, but it was a means to his end. To give Shadow his kingdom before he burned it down. He reminded himself of that as he climbed the stairs of the Shibuya subway station back to the ground level.

He was suddenly struck by an odd feeling. It was faint, but it felt like a familiar presence. He thought of the phantom thieves for some reason. A persona? Impossible. This was the real world. As soon as he dismissed that thought, he finally saw her. A woman with deep red hair, her eyes locked on him. A fan? It wasn't exactly uncommon, but still he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. He'd just technically committed a crime after all.

There was something about the way she was looking at him that he didn't like. Like she saw something he didn't want anyone seeing.

He turned back, heading back down the stairs into the station. He'd take a train somewhere else and lay low for a while. Maybe his apartment? No. If he was followed they'd know where he lives. Somewhere else. He thought of Leblanc. That little cafe in Yongen Jaya would make a decent hiding place for a while.

He felt cold sweat on his forehead. Something was wrong. Had she seen him somehow? Was it possible for someone to sense his power? No way. Impossible.

"Tch!"

He gritted his teeth. Surely he was just being paranoid, right?

#unrealization #☾✩☽ Empress of Ice and Snow---- IC Mitsuru Kirijo #☾✩☽ Verse: Persona crossover

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"Huh never thought about it that way, but guess you're right." Being at the top, he constantly had to remind himself that he shouldn't underestimate those weaker than him. Until recently, the moniker "invincible" tended to make him feel indestructible and arrogant. Then Takemitchy had come along, and he'd reminded him that even though someone may be physically inept, there were other kinds of strengths. Whether it be intelligence, such as Kisaki's keen wit, or the raw charisma that drove people to follow Takemitchy, he'd learned to be wary of all to some degree.

"Well yeah... Of course I know not all women are the same." Mikey pouted. "Not like I would force anyone to join. And my men are smart enough not to go against me. If they disobey me I'll.. Kick them out." He just managed to leave out the part about beating the shit out of them first, since he didn't want to scare the happy families in line. "Don't women want equality and the freedom to chose to take that risk anyway?"

Despite coming a long way, he still had his moments of arrogance. Thinking he could perfectly prevent any wrong from happening in his gang was one of those occasions, and another was believing he could protect Sonia, if only she would agree to join. "Fine fine." He shrugged, as he got into the car next to her. "But either way we're friends now." He would let it go for now, not wanting to push her too hard. If she wanted to stay in her gilded cage, well that was her decision.

Mikey helped her out of the car once the ride had ended, a grin spreading across his features. "Nah. All my close friends get nicknames, so get used to it." He gazed a bit longingly at the games as they passed by. He'd always loved them, but they could come back later.

He'd never seen someone so excited for a haunted house. "Hah, doubt anyone died in there, or the park would probably get sued. But that would be something I guess." He wasn't disgusted at all her by her casual flippancy on such a macabre topic. Death never bothered him much, not since he'd first laid eyes on his brother's dead body. Hopefully his logical viewpoint didn't douse her excitement too much though.

He side eyed the heiress, as she read over his shoulders, suddenly bothered by how much shorter he was. Grumbling softly in frustration, he followed after her. Of course, he wouldn't go through the princess area without making a quip, especially since he was feeling especially sore about their height difference. He spotted a ride featuring Belle, and he ran over to it, bowing to her. "Your carriage awaits princess," he teased. Despite his joking, she was determined to get to her destination, and before he knew it, they had arrived at the back of the line for the haunted house.

"A pet cemetery... 'What type of dog does Dracula have? ... A blood hound.' Wow talk about some lame Dad jokes." He looked around frowning. The decorations were unfamiliar, and he slowly realized he'd never done this ride before. In fact, he couldn't remember ever going into a haunted house. "Have you been in a haunted house before? Guess I've never done this one." Or any one. The queue moved into the building, where there were various clowns in cages on the wall.

The Toman Leader blanched. "Clowns? Shit I fucking hate clowns." He turned away from the wall, but then he ended up turning back towards them. He'd rather stare at them then risk them sneaking up on him. Deep down he knew he was being silly, and that these were just decorations no different then the stars on display in the Space Mountain line, but they were still creepy as hell.

Well, that was a small victory: Mikey, like so many boys, had deemed that women were weaker, gentler, and in need of protection. A mindset that she'd been taught to use when the right opportunity presented itself: that was the thing about being in an organized crime family, it was far less about shootouts than it was how to effectively manipulate others to achieve the desired outcome. In Toman, Sonia suspected punches and kicks were the order of the day to win a fight. In her family, it was leverage: secrets, motivations, blackmail when necessary. Filling a void that someone so desperately needed was how the Borghese Family stayed on top: being fully run by women set them apart. No matter how the world changed, there were men who deemed women in need of their protection: out of the kindness of their hearts, out of the desire to feed their ego. It didn't matter what it was, as long as it could be used in a woman's favor.

"I am glad," She replied, her sigh content. "Because I think that lesson will take you far: never assume based on appearances that someone is weaker, more helpless, than you. It can be the person you least expect who possesses the sharpest claws and the sweetest poisons." Men, in her experience, were far more upfront with displays of power. That worked for a street fight but much less effective beyond petty crime and gang violence.

She frowned then, at Mikey's insistence about not knowing why women in general shouldn't join. "You do realize that women as a whole are not all alike?" Sonia asked quietly. Considering they were in a theme park aimed at children and families, the topic she was about to bring up wasn't exactly appropriate. "Some might be capable of holding their own, but it does not mean they are safe surrounded by enough men who despise the idea of them being seen as equals. I have seen more than I would like of such retaliation to that notion."

The sorts of girls who showed up at one of the many Borghese businesses, wanting to flee a broken home or a broken romance where she'd come out the other side as, at best, a punching bag. These girls often made for devoted members, if they could keep their hearts and personal desires in check. "My point is, do not underestimate members of Toman who would react poorly to the idea of women joining their ranks as members and not as something...lesser." A girlfriend, maybe. But from the testimonials she'd listened to, it was often something far less pure and genuine.

He pressed her further. Just a little bit further. And Sonia listened as politely as she could, but in the midst of childrens' glee and glimmers of excitement even in, from what she assumed, was the most skeptical of adults, she didn't know how to reply. Not with something true, something real. The reality being that anyone who attempted to leave the family was found. Leaving without permission and defying the donna ended up with the same conclusion: a body bag, often incinerated or weighted down and dropped into the bottom of the sea. People disappeared when they defined Valentina Borghese, just as they did when they'd defied her father in his reign before hers, and his grandfather before him.

"If you like me at all, Sano-san," Sonia finally decided, leaning against the metal barrier that separated their loading lane into the roller coaster from the one behind them. "You will not ask me again to strike out on my own path, as you put it. I would rather not explain why here. Let us ride the roller coaster instead!"

Something they could both agree on, if their mutual cries of excitement and delight were of any indication. Sonia gave him a look, though accepted his hand, as she pulled herself up and out of the coaster's spaceship car. "No matter how many times I say it, you will not relinquish your hold on the 'princess' moniker for me. Will you?" She asked as they walked down the various lanes and ramps, out of the ride building and back into the afternoon sunlight. "But yes, I would like to ride all of the roller coasters offered! After the haunted house. We must go to the haunted house!"

Her urgency in visiting the haunted attraction, for the meantime, surpassed her urgency for him to stop calling her a princess. "But who has time for games?" She asked, looking at him over her shoulder. She was taller, her legs a bit longer, but Sonia was also fueled by devotion. A love for all things macabre and haunted since she was a little girl, that love surpassed hunger or intrigue at carnival games. She briefly registered that there was some sort of American-themed wild west shooting game available, something that she likely had a decent chance of winning if Mikey wanted a prize from one of the booths. She'd ask him later, when she was far less distracted on an important mission. "There is a haunted house! I wonder if anyone has actually perished in it? Would that not be fascinating!?"

Even if he didn't agree, Sonia didn't give him the opportunity to show his disgust, at the idea or the ride itself. After looking over his shoulder at the map he held, an easy feat due to their height difference, she directed them towards Fantasyland, bypassing all of the pastel-colored princess-themed rides (she'd likely hear some sort of teasing about that from him) to the only ride that had wails and screams coming from it: a brick mansion with an outdoor cemetery and a moving queue. "This way!" She told him excitedly, leading them right into the end of the queue. "Look at this, there is a cemetery for pets! Some of the tombstones have writing on them...I think they are jokes! How lovely!"

#more-than-a-princess #☾✩☽ the invincible mikey-------------------------- ic manjiro sano #☾✩☽ verse: crossover #//They are quite the pair #Casually capable of murder but love haunted houses and games #Draken is calling the gang concerned already #Invincible Mikey being scared of clowns just seems so funny to me #I can take on a whole mafia family but but clowns? Nah

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ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. add +reverse to change the roles.

(royal ball): our muses dance at a royal ball. 

(captive in the tower): sender is held captive and receiver helps save them.

(arranged marriage): our muses are thrown together into an arranged marriage.

(childhood betrothal): arranged to wed since being children, our muses finally meet days before the wedding.

(ward): send is a ward at the receiver's house/home. 

(stolen kiss): sender kisses receiver before a battle, away from prying eyes.

(mystery knight): sender is unknown at court and receiver wants to know them further.

(secrets): our muses are together in a secret relationship as their families wouldn’t approve. 

(brother’s keeper): sender is receiver’s brother's best friend. Sender has been harboring a crush since they met.

(taken): sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck.

(horse ride): there is only one horse trope, our muses have to ride together.

(guard): sender is made receiver’s guard and they have to travel/spend time together.

(no one is here to help): receiver is taken to sender as their captive.

(aftermath): after a battle/war, sender and receiver reunite thinking the other was dead. 

(my prince): sender falls for receiver, who is the realm’s prince/princess.

(tourney): sender gives the receiver their favor during a tournament.

(piece of me): sender ties a piece of cloth on receiver’s hand to wrap around a wound.

(you left): sender left receiver years ago, now reunited, receiver is upset.

(last kiss): unsure if they will see each other again, sender kisses the receiver before distracting enemies so receiver can escape.

(under my protection): sender proclaims himself receiver’s protector while receiver is traveling/captive.

(starcrossed): our muses find out they have to marry other people and they reunite at night.

(we were in love once): our muses were together in a relationship in their youth and now see each other after years.

(my castle is yours): sender pledges their castle as a fortress to keep the receiver safe.

(gentle touch): sender heals the receiver of their wounds and inevitably grows close.

(magic): receiver is a being of magical properties and sender finds themselves enthralled by them.

(my paramour): receiver becomes sender’s mistress.

(the bane of my existence): our muses never got along and yet, they harbor feelings for one another after a heated argument.

(maze): our muses lose their guards in a maze and they find each other alone.

(it was always you): our muses are childhood friends about to get married.

(to make peace): from opposite houses, our muses are now married to bring peace.

(corner): behind a corner of the great hall, sender corners receiver after seeing them dance with someone else.

(advisor): receiver works as an advisor for sender, despite objection around court.

(rags to riches): receiver is a bastard now made legitimate and people around the realm came to meet them. Sender is one of them.

(at your service): receiver is a lady in waiting/personal guard to sender’s sibling and a romance develops.

(saved): sender is saved by receiver, who is a healer/witch.

SENTENCES AND QUOTES:

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I want you—but I don’t want this."

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“I will not share you."

“Well, princess, let’s see what you’re made of.”

“She added the flowers and incense to help mask your own scent.”

“Your eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that you’re angry. You want me.”

“He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation.”

“Just how long have you been sticking it to the girl who’s like a little sister to us?”

“There’s a certain sort of beauty in submission.”

“My story hasn’t been written yet, but I know it begins with you.”

“You will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?’

“She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“It is legal because I wish it.”

“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"

“Make no mistake.You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”

“But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me."

“I cannot come with you, my prince.”

“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit.”

“Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”

“You are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.”

“We love what we love. We don’t need to justify it to anyone… not even to ourselves.”

“To love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”

“The heart is neither given nor stolen. The heart surrenders.”

“Give yourself to me.”

“I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your man to serve.”

“I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?”

“Marriage is a marriage- love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment.”

“We are trapped by convention and must marry another.”

“We had both accepted the unwritten rule of arranged marriage: love, if it arrived at all, would bloom with time.”

“Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”

“We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.”

“Mr. Larsen, if you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.”

“You are my very own forbidden fruit.”

“I’m scared, but I’d rather have one real day with you than a lifetime of misguided security.”

“And you, are mine.”

“You think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things. They are not.”

“I will share him with you, I cannot lose him.”

“Why must you resist me so dearly? When you tremble under my touch?”

“You must be made of magic itself. Your touch is warm.”

“One day, I will be able to leave you.”

“Did he touch you? Did you enjoy the way he held you across the room?”

"I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?"

“And why, pray tell, should I make it easy?'

"You are the bane of my existence--and the object of all of my desires. Night and day I dream of you."

"I did not ask for this--to be plagued by these feelings."

“I have loved you at every dance, on every walk, and every time we've been together. You must feel it in your heart, because I do."

“Because,by the time I’m done, prayer is the only thing that is going to save you.”

“Suppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.”

“You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?”

'Tell me if I do anything you don't like.”

“Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

“I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.”

“If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.”

“I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.”

“That scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind ever since that night of the conservatory ball on that terrace. Lilies.”

“I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."

“You’re the center of a star, and the force of gravity keeps pulling me closer, and I don’t give a damn that I’m about to be incinerated.“

“Whatever bad thing happened to you, it hasn’t made you less beautiful. There’s beauty in darkness, too.”

“I belong to you. Only you…I’ll always be yours. No matter what.”

#rp meme #//I'm a freaking sucker for old time romancy stuff ahhhh #These scenarios would make fun aus #Please send one in if you want to do a thread #I likely won't get to it till next weekend though!

[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.

#unrealization #☾✩☽ the queen of despair burns the world down ic junko enoshima #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy #//Hope this is okay! #Let me know if you want me to change anything

[phantasmalnightmare]

“Hey, dicklord. You have sunflower seeds on you for your hamsters, right? Give me some. I’m hungry.”

"I... beg your pardon?" He should have been used to the mechanic's quips by now, but dicklord was a new one. "Kehehehe... You do know what they say. Do not say the Lord's name in vain, lest you be sent to the sixth layer of hell for an eternity of damnation! Even I shall not tell my brothers to spare the likes of you. Fuhahaha!" Gundham proclaimed dramatically, covering part of his face with one of his hands.

"My Four Dark Devas have consumed all of their sustenance. In fact, I was on my way to procure some more. I do not think that a mere mortal such as yourself would be able to handle the raw energy of a sunflower seed that has not been tainted by mortal processing!" Most humans wanted them roasted, and/or with salt, he'd noticed. "The school has one such area where I might collect them, but I needn't divulge the hidden location to a human with a mere five mp. Begone." Maybe if Kazuichi had asked nicely he'd show him where they kept the plants, but instead, he'd demanded them in such a rude manner.

#mechatiqe #☾✩☽ such is the will of casualty ic gundham tanaka #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy #//He is not having it lmaoo

[phantasmalnightmare]

"Misunderstand? What is there to misunderstand? Ibuki loves all genders!" There was something just a tad suspicious about how vehemently Kazuichi was insisting that he was straight too, so she really didn't know what there was to misinterpret.

"Yaaaaaahoooooo!" She shouted, instantly rejuvenated as soon as he agreed. Ibuki led him to the music room, while they chatted. "Hmm hmm I see. Yes it does make anyone look cooler! The cords of the guitar, the sight of them up on stage! Not a bad idea at all." She nodded. "Pssh does Ibuki seem that basic? I just love music! Rock is great, and my dream is to make everyone be able to rock out, even if it's not their cup of tea usually! I'm gonna make all the country and and k pop fans become hella metal!" The rocker threw up the rock on symbol. "Most of all, Ibuki just wants peeps to have fun!"

“D-dance of—?? No!! No!! I’m straight!!” was the panicked response, the mechanic quickly looking around in alarm. Nobody heard what the musician said, right? If someone overhears them, they’re fucked. “A-and lower your voice! People might hear us and misunderstand!!”

Not that the other seemed to care about that in the least. He sighed heavily, slowly standing up as well. It was hard to say no to her puppy eyes. “Don’t… don’t get your hopes up. I told you, I only know a little bit. It’s not like I have a talent for it or anything…” he muttered, “I really only tried to learn because I thought it’d make me look cooler, y’know?” It was a little embarrassing to admit, especially to a girl, but something about the other invited the words out of him. Maybe it’s because of how easygoing she was… “Is that uh, why you decided to become a rockstar too? To look cool, I mean.”

#mechatiqe #☾✩☽ i write sins not tragedies ic ibuki mioda #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy #//Even Ibuki isn't convinced that Kazu isn't being honest #I believe in her!

[phantasmalnightmare]

"Perhaps I shall do just that." Gundham mused aloud, as he allowed Sonia to turn on the lights. He wasn't quite so familiar with the kitchen, thus he didn't know all of the switches' locations, so he was grateful for the help. There were a lot of places on the island he'd yet to visit, he realized, since he'd been trying to work himself to death in order to stave off those moments of solitude. "That does sound nice, and quite frankly I do not mind re-reading the classics."

The breeder nodded his head, as he grabbed the apron. "Yes the meat goes in the sau-" He also broke off, as he blinked at the sudden sound of her laughter. The moments in which he'd heard her genuinely laugh had been so rare, since they'd woken up from that simulation. He couldn't help the natural chuckle that left his maw in response. The sound of her laughter was so beautiful and infectious. "It seems to the only animal themed one. I am glad you enjoy it."

Gundham grabbed a pot and poured in some water, setting it on the stove to boil. He also pre-heated the oven. "That is all the support I need then. I would not want you to harm yourself, or to burn the facility down in a glorious blaze of hell fire. Fuhahaha!" He was a bit surprised that she'd failed a simple egg and toast combination, but seafood was more understandable. His Mother had given him food poisoning with some undercooked fish as a child, and she'd felt awful afterwards.

'"But of course. It is my pleasure." He popped the cork with a resounding noise, and he poured her a healthy glass of chardonnay, before pouring some for himself. He hesitated for a moment. He'd always been a light weight, and he already felt so hot. Was this really a good idea? Yet, he felt so flustered around her at the moment, that surely it would calm his nerves. He took a large gulp and tried not to make a face, though he let out a small sound that sounded like perhaps a groan. His face flushed a bit more.

Ground beef was placed into a frying pan with a resounding sizzle, and Gundham began to add various spices. He nearly dropped the oregano at the mention of his Mom, his heart doing a painful sort of somersault. "I.." He choked out, before grabbing the wine and chugging the remains of his glass in one fell swoop. The liquid managed to take his edge off a bit. "I would love to tell you about her... but it is difficult." He took a steadying breathe, turning back to the pan, in order to make sure the meat didn't burn.

A few moments later, he began. "I was born to an angel and a demon. My Mother was an angel. She was kind to all, whether towards creatures, mortals, and even.. my Father who did not deserve such. She always tried to see the good in others, but she tended to be naive. She always asked everyone so many questions, really wanting to know who they were, or perhaps she was just nosy. She was clumsy and always unsure of everything she did, including cooking. I know.. she loved me very much. It is good... that she didn't meet you. She would have asked you even more questions, given how I feel about you." He said a bit bitterly, knowing it was a lie. He wished his Mother could have met the woman he loved more than anything. It took him a good few moments to realize what he'd uttered, his brain catching up to the wine. His face turned crimson and he focused far too intently on mixing the spices and tomato sauce in another pan. Feelings was vague enough right? It could be... feelings of friendship.

"I understand if you do not wish to speak of your parents due to what we did.. but would you tell me a bit about them? If you are able to do so." Partly, he wanted to distract her, but he was also curious, as to what kind of people raised such a wonderful daughter.

You are strong.

Sonia smiled weakly at that. It was, to her credit, the way she'd wanted him to see her as soon as his pod was reopened. A promise she'd made to herself and him, still comatose: that no matter how poorly she coped, sobbing days and sleepless nights, she would never show it in front of him. So it was a half-truth at best: she was strong, but only when he was watching.

"You should go," She encouraged him, helping him switch on the various lights in the kitchen in the process. "The library is a relatively peaceful place: sometimes Hajime, or Kirigiri, or Togami peruse the shelves but mostly it is solitary. The books and discs available are not terribly up to date from what I remember before Enoshima's influence, but then again, I doubt the arts have returned to full production since we were apprehended. So we are not missing much, really."

Artistically, anyway: everything else was achingly absent. Routines, homes, families, or what was left of them. She was probably one of the few who disagreed with their friends, but it was only because she did have somewhere to go back to, somewhere to blame and ostracize her for the rest of her life. As much as she missed the smell of the Castle rose gardens and the taste of hot raclette and drinking chocolate, it wasn't enough to overpower the fact that as soon as she stepped on Novoselic soil there would be plenty of people seeking her severed head on a platter. It kept her from yearning too much for the comforts of home.

"Both?" Sonia repeated, puzzled until Gundham chose an apron. As much as she used to believe in all sorts of witchcraft, demons, and other occult practices, it was cooking that truly was magical. Mostly because she never managed to understand it and always, without fail, managed to get it wrong. "Is the meat a part of the sauce then or-"

She paused, now realizing precisely what apron he'd selected and was unable to suppress a giggle. "It suits you!" She grinned, through her smile faded at his unfortunate realization. "But you are correct: I am not allowed to assist you. A decision made by our friends rather unilaterally before you awakened. Be thankful you were spared at my attempts at toast and eggs, much less seafood. Fuyuhiko was in the hospital for four days afterwards."

She opened her mouth again to remark something along the lines of her being a truly poisonous dark queen but closed it again. Sonia had the feeling it was a line of conversation and identity Gundham didn't quite care for anymore, something that would have been scandalous before they'd met Enoshima and now, strangely yet perfectly understandable.

"Could I assist you in spirit instead?" She inquired, watching him pull at his shirt with a concerned gaze. Maybe the suggestion of standing over a hot stove of boiling water was unappealing to him, considering the tropical weather even at night. Maybe she should've suggested something cold, something that came from the refrigerator already made. But it was too late now, he had his sights set on spaghetti and she'd agreed. "I could sit on that stool over there," She gestured to the stepstool Teruteru, due to his lack of height, needed to reach all of the cabinets in the kitchen, "With a glass of wine. Thank you, by the way, for dinner and the glass." She gave him a soft smile, one that was both honest and not forced upon her, pretending that everything was okay. For the first time in a very long time, everything about the present situation was okay.

The past and future were both incomprehensible and daunting messes respectively, but the present...she could live in that, Sonia thought, for as long as she was permitted. For as long as Gundham's eyes showed a flicker of the determination and kindness they'd once possessed before the world as they knew it ended. "You said you wanted to keep your mother in your memories," She began carefully, in case she was overstepping and needed to make quick apologies. "Would you like to talk about her while you cook? I would love to listen, and learn about someone whom you love so deeply." Not an ounce of jealousy in her words, but far more awe and interest. She'd known him to possess a tender heart where animals were concerned, but never people. And if he loved his mother, Sonia surmised that she must have been very exceptional indeed.

#more than a princess #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa---- post neo world program #☾✩☽ such is the will of casualty ic gundham tanaka #//Gundham being so hecking obvious due to wine #Sonia will still prob also assume it's feelings of friendship somehow #Gundham just seems like he would be a lightweight #And he's going to keep putting his foot in his mouth at this point

[phantasmalnightmare]

The way he shoved her arms off him as soon as they came to a stop, as if she was nothing but vermin, was deliciously despairing. The air was chilly, especially with his warmth now gone. It had been nice, having an excuse to be in such close proximity with The Ultimate Hope, but the foreplay was over, and now it was time for the main event: Murder.

"Why the impatience? Can't we like.. savor the moment or something like most couples do?" She sighed dramatically and pouted. She knew Izuru got bored quickly, and she best get on with it before he lost interest. "One of the four main members of the Steering Committee... Satori Ryunosuke. The old coot is also one of the head's of your project."

Junko headed to the large mansion on the hill nearby. "Ooh I like can't freaking wait to see the look on his face when he realizes his pet project has outgrown his cage and decided to kill him. Totally valid if ya ask me." She stopped just outside of range of the security cameras. Two guards stood outside of the gate as well. "He's got hella cameras from every angle too. Mukuro and I cased this place awhile back so I know where they are. God, he's such a pain."

Did she really have to express her excitement that way? Her cheering was getting grating in his ears.... Yet, he can't really stay away from her. The model did make things interesting for him, despite her...outlandish way of expressing herself. Despair was a...compelling thing. It had this charm-- A charm he couldn't explain, hence the unpredictable outcomes he 'enjoyed' so much. Junko was just... a source of entertainment in his eyes.. Whether he does end up possibly getting with her is purely up to chance. Even if it involved rather risky consequences.

Izuru brushes her arms off him again-- How many times has he done that tonight? Who knows. But he gets off the motorcycle...They have one goal for tonight. And Izuru wanted to get it over with. Offing someone was something of a mundane task... The committee members have requested him to do it many times, and this? This was merely a job. A job that actually benefits him.

Not like he could get caught doing such things. Having literally all these talents aided in whatever unconventional task the two were up to. Whether it be plotting a literal murder or something mundane.

"..Let's get going." Before he gets bored of the idea.

#91cmspoilers #☾✩☽ the queen of despair burns the world down ic junko enoshima #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy #//Most toxic couple #But I love it ehiogehoih

[phantasmalnightmare]

"Well... my friends were worried about me I'm sure, but Ibuki didn't want to cause them more worry. And besides, it was silly anyway." Of course, she probably should have just told them what was going on, since they might think that they did something, but she was embarrassed about the situation none the less.

"Boy love? Oh hohoho! Are you an expert on it then Kazuichi? The dance of sausages? The crossing of swords!? Ibuki knows all about it. Ehehehe." She grinned. "Though yuri is definitely better! But yeah, bi, or pan I guess is what I am." The rock star didn't seem the least bit concerned about being overheard, talking about boy love and sexual identity loudly. "Electric guitar? Hell yeah! You do have some satanic energy to you after all!" She flashed the rock on sign and stood up suddenly. "I believe in you! You can steal at least some of those eyes! Maybe one or two at least!" She confidently nodded. "Now I need to know how badass your guitar shredding is! Let's go to the music room. They have lots of instruments there. Ibuki wants to see you plaaaay please?" The Musician flashed him puppy dog eyes.

That… was fair. They haven’t really gotten to talk much before, so going out of his way to check on her was probably a bit weird, wasn’t it? He scratched his cheek. “I-I mean, I’m sure some of the others noticed as well. I just… I don’t know. Something felt a bit off so I wanted to check.”

He didn’t know how realistic it was to make everyone like your music, but if the other really wanted to go for that, then he probably shouldn’t drag her hopes down — especially when she was already feeling down, anyway… “I-I don’t think you know what er, boy love means… Are you trying to say that you’re like, bisexual?” Thank god, that word was easier. Still, he was keeping his voice low, nervous about being overheard. Japan wasn’t exactly open to that sort of thing. Either way, he should probably focus on cheering the other up right now. “I can play uh, electric guitar, but just a little bit… a-and don’t try to sway me with being popular!! I mean, okay, that does sound kinda nice… b-but there’s no way I’d be able to stand out next to you!! You’re gonna steal all the eyes!!”

#mechatiqe #☾✩☽ i write sins not tragedies ic ibuki mioda #☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy #//She's lowkey gonna try and help him come out of the closet #But just probably make things worse

[phantasmalnightmare]

❣ for shinigami ;D

3 Pros and Cons of Dating Shinigami

Pros:

Her love language is physical touch. Since she can only do it at full power, its something special to her. She'll transform into her human form spontaneously, just to kiss you or hug you. She loves holding hands as well. Shinigami is also comfortable in more intimate settings, and she enjoys to try new things.

She has Death God powers, and would use them to make you happy. Whether you want to find out who murdered your relative and exact revenge, or change the world like a phantom thief, she'll be behind you, providing the ultimate support with her mystery labyrinths.

She has a Dark sense of humor, which hopefully anyone who would wish to enter an intimate relationship with her, would appreciate. Her quirky and witty personality will provide you with amusement(At the very least, you'll never be bored.)

Cons:

No one else can see her(except for Vivia I guess) so everybody would think that you're a sad person with an imaginary girlfriend that talks to yourself.

She can't stay in human form for too much time, since it drains her power, so for a good amount of your time together, she is a purple blob hovering over your shoulder.

She's with you 24/7, because of the contract. You never have a moment to yourself or a break from her. This can be rough on any relationship, if you never have any time apart, and since she tends to talk almost non-stop, it's even worse.

#hxpelessnurse #☾✩☽ rp memes #☾✩☽ Mysteriful Death God----- IC Shinigami #//Thank you for this! #Poor Shinigami has some major CONS to dating her #But she's so cute anyway #Also I would love to see Mikan and her interact #headcanon