Dressed for the KILL @despairled-blog - Tumblr Blog

#ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᶤˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ (music)#ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ (q)

It’s 𝕆𝕂 for you to hate me For all the things I’ve 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞

#ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᶰᵒ ᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ (isms)#ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ (q)

Drift all you like From ocean to ocean Search the whole world But drunken confessions And hijacked affairs Will just make you more alone

When you come home I’ll bake you a cake Made of all their eyes I wish you could see me Dressed for the kill You’re my man of war

And the worms will come for you Big Boots Yeah, yeah, yeah

So unplug the phones Stop all the taps It all comes flooding back From poisoned clouds To poisoned dwarf You're my man of war

#ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᶤˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ (music)#ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ (q)

╰ ♡ —— TRAITS & CHARACTERISTICS .

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized - applicable in some way.

SIBLING(S): sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other

tagged by : stole from @auctes tagging : Steal it.

#ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒʷᶰ; ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵘʳᵗ (headcanon)#ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ (q)

CHARACTER STATISTICS

TAGGED BY : @luckcycled TAGGING : steal this I have like 11 followers right now.

—— PHYSICAL STATS;

RUNNING SPEED — 8 / 10.

RUNNING ENDURANCE — 9 / 10.

LIFTING STRENGTH — 6 / 10.

CARRYING ENDURANCE — 7 / 10.

JUMPING ABILITY — 10 / 10.

THROWING STRENGTH — 9 / 10.

STEALTH ABILITY — 7 / 10.

PAIN TOLERANCE — 2 / 10.

SWIMMING SPEED — 3 / 10.

SWIMMING ENDURANCE — 3 / 10.

STRETCHING ABILITY — 5 / 10.

DANCING ABILITY — 1 / 10. (You would have to put a gun to her head)

CLIMBING ABILITY — 10 / 10.

TOUCH SENSITIVITY ( PLATONIC ) — 7 / 10.

TOUCH SENSITIVITY ( INTIMATE ) — 8 / 10.

GENERAL REFLEXES — 10 / 10.

OVERALL PHYSICAL CONDITION — 8 / 10.

—— MENTAL STATS;

ADVANCED MATHEMATICS — 5 / 10.

SIMPLE MATHEMATICS — 7 / 10.

SPATIAL AWARENESS — 10 / 10.

CHEMISTRY UNDERSTANDING — 5 / 10.

BIOLOGICAL UNDERSTANDING — 5 / 10.

NATURE SCIENCES UNDERSTANDING — 6 / 10.

CREATIVE INTELLIGENCE — 5 / 10.

ARTISTIC ABILITY — 4 / 10.

MUSICAL PROWESS — 5 / 10.

MIMICKING ABILITY ( AUDITORY ) — 2/ 10.

ODD PROBLEM-SOLVING — 6 / 10.

COMPREHENSION ( SPOKEN WORD ) — 3 / 10.

COMPREHENSION ( WRITTEN WORD ) — 7 / 10.

COMEDIC ABILITY — 1 / 10.

COMEDIC TIMING — 1 / 10.

OVERALL MENTAL PROWESS — 5 / 10.

—— EMOTIONAL STATS;

INTERPERSONAL INSTINCT — 1 / 10.

INTRAPERSONAL INSTINCT — 7 / 10.

EXTROVERSION — 1 / 10.

MORAL COMPASS — 4 / 10.

EMPATHY — 3 / 10.

EXTRASENSORY ABILITY — 9 / 10.

EMOTIONAL ENDURANCE — 1 / 10.

COPING ABILITY — 2 / 10.

TENDENCY TOWARDS ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR — 6 / 10.

TENDENCY TOWARDS VICTIM BEHAVIOUR — 10 / 10.

LEVEL OF DENIAL — 10 / 10

PROTECTOR COMPLEX — 7 / 10.

DAMSEL COMPLEX — 0 / 10.

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY ( WITH PARTNER ) — 3 / 10.

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY ( WITH FRIENDS ) — 2 / 10.

EMOTIONAL COMPREHENSION — 2 / 10.

TENDENCY TOWARDS PANIC — 1 / 10.

GENERAL EMOTIONAL STABILITY — 2 / 10.

#ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒʷᶰ; ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵘʳᵗ (headcanon)#ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ (q)

@luckcycled steps into the crosshairs...

She couldn’t believe her luck. She’d managed to breach so far into enemy territory without being detected. Discretion carried a cost, namely the fact that she’d dumped the bulk of her weapons in a safe house a week earlier. She’d feel a lot better with a few more guns and at least her plate carrier, but if things kept going as they were she might be able to smuggle the target out without firing a shot.

The target was Komaru Naegi. They’d met once before, in a sense. Naegi had never actually seen her, but she had been the one to capture her for Junko almost two years ago. She was actually more anxious about talking to her than the possibility of combat. She took a careful step into the apartment building. It was possible that Junko had left a guard behind. She’d probably have to deal with them. She’d rather avoid using her gun if possible, She drew her knife from its holster on her thigh. More than any other weapon, this one felt like part of her body. Her hand was incomplete without it.

Damn it. She should have expected it. A security camera. If Junko left a guard, she’d already lost concealment. She hurried to the elevator, quickly selecting the floor that she’d been told Naegi was being held. Seconds later the door slid open, and she saw him.

Komaeda. She assumed he had died a long time ago. It seemed like he only survived because Junko wouldn’t let the others kill him. He wasn’t strong, but he was cunning and dangerous anyway. He was the last person she expected to see in Towa City. She reflexively jumped back, putting distance between herself and him.

“...You.”

Cold malice dripped from her tone. She felt the same way toward him that all of the other Despairs did. He was a nuisance. He seemed to specifically revile her, though. It would be smarter to just neutralize him. He was tricky and unpredictable. Just seeing him made her skin crawl. For the moment, she held her position. He was cornered. If he tried to move, she’d end him.

#ᵞᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ; ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ (u. despair girls verse)#ᵁᶰᵈᵉʳᶰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵐʸ ˢᵏᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵃ ᵛᶤᵒˡᵉᶰᶜᵉ (ic)

aptxx4869-deactivated20160504

my traumatized ass: do I have a crush or am I just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me

#ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᶰᵒ ᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ (isms)#ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ (q)

xxlonelyghostxx-deactivated2022

#ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᶰᵒ ᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ (isms)#ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ (q)

@gungambled steps into the crosshairs...

The old decrepit ruin pierced the grey sky like an outstretched finger. It seemed to point an accusatory gesture at heaven. The hollow building barely serves it’s function anymore. You can only really call it a castle in retrospect. It reflected not only it’s ruler, but Mukuro as well. A hollow soldier in search of the only thing that mattered to her anymore.

In her mind, the silent girl felt only the desire to be put to her purpose. To be sicced like a dog upon someone’s enemies once again. A new master to serve. That was all she did since her sister died. She drifted from one remnant to another, killing for them, and serving them as they saw fit. She hated them all, and they felt likewise. After all, she was little more than a living corpse.

This time was different. Celestia Ludenburg had been something close to a friend once. They couldn’t have been more different, and they probably never really knew each other. On some level, she was chasing something other than a master. Surely some fragment of who she used to be existed in her former classmate’s memory. Even if she felt nothing but contempt for the soldier, maybe... Just maybe someone who remembered her as a human being could...

She moved quickly and quietly through the shattered halls of the castle. She wasn’t sure how the gambler would react to seeing her. Until she was certain she would have to consider herself in enemy territory. Muscle memory and instinct guided her more than thought. Her pistol and knife between her and the darkness ahead. Room by room she searched, clearing each one the way she was trained back home in her previous life as a mercenary. Death lurked on your periphery, so always act to diminish it. Usually, that meant moving in a group, but she had no such luxury.

Finally, the Ultimate Soldier breached the throne room. Where else was she expecting to find a queen? Her memory of Celestia Ludenburg was tarnished because she barely recognized her. Despair had taken it’s toll on both of them.

Instinct held her gun aloft, pointing the barrel directly at the woman she’d come in search of. She had no intention of harming her, but the automatic reaction of her body is always to kill. To be the hunter and not the hunted.

“... Ludenberg.”

Her voice is rough and alien even to her own ears. She hadn’t spoken more than two words since Junko died. A weapon has no need for words. Part of her wondered if Ludenberg would elect to kill her as soon as she entered her service.

Did she dare hope?

#ᴬˡˡ ᵐʸ ᵈᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵘʳᶰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵃʳᵏᶰᵉˢˢ (remnant verse)#ᵁᶰᵈᵉʳᶰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵐʸ ˢᵏᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵃ ᵛᶤᵒˡᵉᶰᶜᵉ (ic)#;My first thread on my new blog is with you just like on my old one!#;seems appropriate #;looking forward to writing with you again kitty!