DESPAIR!

LOVE TO HATE ׅ⎖

[glouomy]

JUNKO    :    ENOSHIMA.    ultimate    despair!             ❝        such    GREAT    suffering    ..    DON'T    STOP    !!        ❞

independent,    single    -    muse    blog.    danganronpa    +    crossover    :    FRIENDLY    !            tw:    dark    &    disturbing    themes.    penned    by    jackie.    (they/it.)    est.    aug.    06.    2022.        headcanon    heavy.

[bebemoon]

models of colour in baby pink paper dolls, requested by @candybisous .

giambattista valli rtw autumn 2o2o

blumarine rtw spring 2o21

fendi rtw autumn 2o2o

miu miu rtw spring 2o19

ulyana sergeenko couture spring 2o2o

chanel couture spring 2o18

simone rocha rtw autumn 2o19

anna sui rtw spring 1994

[jemstarearrings]

[ninetyz]

Some funky Spice Girls shoes

[glouomy]

𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎.​

     Perhaps one would expect to be mortified when asked to help with a plan to destroy the world. One would expect even fear of being told this in the first place. However, for one big sister, this was little in comparison to what true horror she must have seen. It was not hard for to say the world is full of despair when she’s already killed before the age of 18. It is not in bitterness or pain, but of simple fact that she’s seen for her own to eyes. Mukuro has always been the type to simply see the world with no biases, finding little use in them when she was in Fenrir. Plus, she trusts Junko. She’s always been smarter than her, and that same logic of the world applies to her little sister. 

      So, instead of horror, Junko is only met with a question, “Really? Someone like me? I’m not exactly the planning type. If you need my help… It’s the least I could do, but I won’t mess anything up?” Killing for the sake of despair sounded truly no different than killing for an order or for power. All Mukuro worried about was her sister being unhappy. 

voice   shifts    &    switches   like   a   changeling.   first,   joyous.   squeaky   with   glee    &    excitement :     “      yes    !    in   fact,   ONLY   SOMEONE   LIKE   YOU   can   do   it   !      ”      then,   tune   switches   to   a   more   somber   one.      meek      &      semi   -   sad.      "      you   know      .   .   .      the   mastermind   has,   like,   a   lot   of   work.      they   have   to   ensure   EEEEEEVERYTHING   is   working   the   way   it's   supposed   to   !      ”      now,   serious.      determined.      truthful.      “      you   won't   mess   anything   up.      all   you   have   to   do   is   listen   to   me.      ”      sinisterly,   there's   a   plan   in   fruition.      in   fact,   there's   always   been.      since   before   even   personal   memories   begin   :   memories   of   plans      &      scrapped   ideas   of   how   to   spread   as   much   MISERY   as   possible   ..    &    always   :    mukuro   there.   stoic,   prepared,   strong.    good.   fuck   that.   everything   is   awful.   everyone.      &      the   good   ones   are   snuffed   out.      it's   the   way   it   ALWAYS   is.      there   are   no   good   people.      even   her   sister.      eventually,   there   will   be   a   discrepancy.      the   numbers   of   students,   motives   will   overlap,   she'll   say   something,   act   out   of   character   ..      head   tilts      &      a      smile   is   offered.      it's   twisted,   but   it's   there.       “      you   need   to   be   me,   while   i'm   the   mastermind   BEHIND   the   scenes.      y ‘ know   what   i   mean,   mukuro         ?   ?      ”

[glouomy]

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐎. ​

He couldn’t deny (or ignore) the warmth that came with the mere idea of being near someone that had caused so much trouble – and possibly had no plans of stopping anytime soon. Just knowing the hell she could bring upon the world made his heart race. There was something absolutely intoxicating about the way all of that pain and grief would be smashed and shattered by the overwhelming hope of the world in response to it. 

A breathless chuckle forced its way from his throat at the mix of being right and an honest insult, fighting back the shiver that ran up his spine. She was so mean… his very soul felt uplifted by the sharp edge she spoke with. He could only wish he would still be alive to watch it be turned back against her and used as a weapon for his beloved hope. 

“It does.” His smile never faltered. The sense of dread and despair was just the thing he needed to keep his heart light and happy. Enough to wrap himself in a tight hug and bask in it for the time being. “Nothing has ever felt so damning and beautiful at the same time before.” A war of searing emotions building within him that he would never change which side he was on for. “I can only invite you to do your worst.” 

DISGUST   plagues   features.      the   broad   strokes   of   painted   façade   of   a   non   -   monster   being      ;      dripping   from   the   perfect   angles   of   jawlines      &      cheekbones.      oh,      beautiful   carcass.      nose   scrunches                    upper   lip   hooked      &      lopsided   in   glamourous   shade   of   pink.         “      you're   SO   gross.      y   '   know   that,   right      ?   ?      ”      a   childish   start,   especially   with   all   the   crueler   options   that   pop   into   mind.      something   uncontrollable   :      ABOUT   HIM      !   !    KOMAEDA      !      &      his   little   lights   in   the   dark.      brows   knit.         “      this   is   useless,   too.      no   matter   HOW   strong   your   hope   is.      ”         against   own   words      ;      junko's   ire   overtakes   their   better   judgement.      steps   are   taken   forward,   strut   almost   deadly   in   of   itself,   sharp   as   a   needle   in   a   syringe.         “      I   WILL   DO   MY   WORST.      &      then   multiply   that   by   ten,   then   think   about   how   it   caaaaan't   get   worse   than   that   :      THEN   I'LL   DO   WORSE      !         get   it      ?!      do   you   GET   IT      ?!      ”         it   was   like   a   magnet      ;      a   challenge.      somehow   the   most   passionate   human   garbage   ever      ..      it's   almost   admirable   of   him.      an   aftertaste                   revolts   her   further.      like   musk,   or   an   open   wound,   pale   counterpart   drenched   in   hopes      &      love   for   everything      &      everyone      ...      it   sticks   to   the   skin.      &      makes   her   nauseous.

[justfilms]

Tomie: Unlimited - Noboru Iguchi 2011

[ahyk-deactivated20220919]

[perfectquote]

When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.

Unknown

[glouomy]

HELLO? whyd that post LMAO

[devilsskettle]

[dailyflicks]

LAST NIGHT IN SOHO (2021) dir. Edgar Wright

[maggiecheungs]

Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski

[tvandfilm]

Possession — 1981, dir. Andrzej Żuławski

[plushav]

Aurora Val Sayings - I Love You Thisss Much Snake

[boughtastar]

@glouomy​ from here

     She was used to the way those nails dug into her skin. She didn’t even flinch now, though she barely did to begin with. They weren’t nearly as painful as bullets or blades, after all. What she isn’t used to is the childish affection Junko gives her, faces squishing together and making her own face furrow. Too close for comfort, but she’d never say anything. “That’s… not possible. Nothing is able to kill me, you know that. It’s you I’m more worried about. I’m sure you’ll be able to do it, but… you need to stop putting yourself in danger for your plans. I can do it in your place, can’t I?” Mukuro would much rather do all of the work than have her sister be in danger anymore than she already has been. She owes it to her, after all.

[glouomy]

the   affection   is   halted   ;   as   suddenly   as   it   began,   it   ends.      &      they're   stepping   back   with   loud   CLACKS   of   heels.      “      don't   be   stupid.      danger   is   the   whole   FUN   OF   IT.      ”      a   hum.      &      hands   grasp   at   pale   pink   tresses,   idly   twirling      &      combing   through.      “      y   '   know      ...      i   could   use   your   help      ...      someone   has   to   be   behind   it   all   ,   right      ?   ?      ”         new   idea   blossoming   :      how   lovely.      it   comes   slow,   in   bubbles   that   pop      &      leave   behind   a   sticky   sweet   scent   that   only   leaves   with   napkins      &      nasal   sprays.         “      actually      !         the   more   i   think   of   it      ..   the   only   way   this   could   work   is   together,   sis      !   !      think   about   it   ..      ”         brow   raises   ;   awaiting   for   bait   to   be   bitten.      a   hook   to   tear   mouth   apart.      junko   is   giddy   at   the   thoughts.

[glouomy]

‘  the  world  was  made  so  that  we  could  find  each  other  in  it .  ’ // Nagito

“      ah,      JEEZ.      ”      theatrics   come   in   groan      &      throwing   back   of   head.      there's   a   satisfying   pop   in   neck   when   done   so,   too,   that   shocks   a   smile   onto   junko's   visage.      “     doesn't   that   fill   you   with   just   a   SHIT   -   TON   of   dread   ?   ?      hmm   ..   or   ...   despair,   maybe   ?      ”      a   snickering   ;   mockery   right   to   the   other's   face.      falsies   flutter      &      eyes   sparkle:      “      you're   right,   actually   !   !   !      hopeful   shitheads   will   always   find   me.      ”