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@hopefulhearted
Hey guys. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna move this blog. Being here doesn’t really make me comfortable. So when I get done with the remake, I’ll give the link to a very select few people. I haven’t personally had drama here or anything and all of this anxiety is self-imposed.
So if you want the link, maybe like this post? Until I get more comfortable with Makoto, I’m gonna limit myself a bit
Hey guys. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna move this blog. Being here doesn’t really make me comfortable. So when I get done with the remake, I’ll give the link to a very select few people. I haven’t personally had drama here or anything and all of this anxiety is self-imposed.
So if you want the link, maybe like this post? Until I get more comfortable with Makoto, I’m gonna limit myself a bit
Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.
It’s been awhile. Anybody actually want to continue the stuff I’ve owed for like a month?
Ikusaba
Was he trying to make her feel better? The thought of it made her feel a bit sick. She was used to being the strong one. She had to be for Junko’s sake, and even when she was with Fenrir she couldn’t project weakness. But she was so weak on the inside. This whole experience just served as a reminder of that fact.
It didn’t feel so bad having someone worry about her. Even if he was just worried that she might murder someone. It was probably just because he didn’t know her. Maybe Naegi was actually naive enough to miss the scent of death that clung to her. She looked up at him, her head still resting on the table. Her eyes were the only part of her face that were fully visible, the rest was obscured by her crossed arms. Could he see how empty they were?
“You really believe that, don’t you?”
Was this how a normal person was supposed to think? Was there more to him than it appeared. Mukuro felt oddly interested in finding out what he was hiding. One thing was clear about Makoto Naegi; He seemed like an okay guy. In her experience people like that were hard to come by. People showed their true colors when their lives were at risk, and it only seemed to embolden him. Even if he didn’t realize it, Makoto was strong. The kind of man you wanted to follow into battle.
Her eyes broke contact, drifting off to watch some other position on the table; to avoid Makoto’s gaze.
“Thanks. That’s… Nice of you to say. I’m, uh… Not used to people worrying about me.”
“I do. I really do believe it. Nothing good’s gonna come of us losing HOPE and going crazy or something.”
The oppressive and hopeless air around them was pretty suffocating. He needed to get out of here too any find his family, and yet... He refused to even entertain the thought of murdering anyone. It’s not like he really thought he was capable of it, The very idea made his hands shake.
Mukuro was certainly odd. Distant and sad. There was something in her eyes that just... seemed empty. Like she had already given up hope. He didn’t like it. Sure, the idea of her killing someone is what originally made him come over here but... It was the sadness he could see in her that made him worry about such a thing at all. She was obviously being made the outcast, but that didn’t feel right. Maybe she just needed someone to be her friend.
As if he had the power to actually help anything. After all, he was just a normal guy. Still, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he didn’t try. He just wanted them all to come together and find a way out of this. A way in which no one had to die. Maybe that’s immature and naive but... He would try his best to do that. To help be the glue for everyone else.
Once Mukuro broke eye contact, his own gaze drifted away from her entirely. Suddenly he feels pretty awkward about this entire thing. Though, it seems like she isn’t annoyed or anything. Her words sound sincere.
“Hey, uh... Well, we’re friends. Of course, I’m gonna worry about you.” Even if they just met, Makoto already considered her a friend. “We’re going to get out of this, and we aren’t killing anybody. Right? If we all work together, I’m sure we’ll find a way.”
That’s that... (despairled)
Enoshima
“I guess… You have a point. They wouldn’t have done what they did if we weren’t locked up in this place.”
That was the ugly truth of Sayaka’s and Leon’s end. The ones to blame for their deaths were none other than Junko and Mukuro. Would Makoto be able to deny their culpability the same way he could for Leon? Probably not. Mukuro was used to having blood on her hands. She wasn’t used to blame. It was easy to distance yourself from responsibility when all you do is follow orders.
Why did this feel different?
Maybe it was because she knew the people who died. Maybe it was because she hadn’t directly killed them. Maybe it was because of him. She wasn’t sure, and that just made her more concerned. Junko was in this for the simple desire to cause despair, for Mukuro it was more complicated than that. She wanted to be there for her sister. She wanted to help her, and to be useful to her. Nothing else mattered, and yet… She was worried. Not just for her or Junko’s safety, but for his.
“You’re a lot tougher than you look, Makoto!” Mukuro said, her enthusiasm only half-faked.
“I promise I won’t kill you as long as you don’t try to kill me! That goes for double-crossing you, too. I won’t take you for a ride like Maizono did.”
Junko understood his meaning. Just a little bit. Maybe he was lying to himself a little. He wasn’t an idiot. They made their choices, but it’s easy for choices to become twisted when there’s little hope in a situation. More than anything, Makoto wants to believe that there was something real in what him and Sayaka shared. That she was at least a little bit real...
Tough? That’s something he had never been called before. Makoto was never tough. If anything, he sometimes got mocked for being passive and sensitive. He looks up at the blonde, a small smile finding its way to his face. Even if Enoshima wasn’t what would normally be considered nice, he still could clearly see she was trying to make him feel better.
She makes him a promise. One that still seems so insane to him, but it must be normal in this situation. I promise not to kill you. God, it’s crazy to even think about that being comforting. But it does. Double for the not tricking him thing.
“Well, you aren’t gonna have to worry about that... Because I am absolutely not killing anyone!” Again, the words fall out of his mouth with conviction. He’s certain he won’t kill anyone. The very idea makes him feel sick. The last thing he wants is to hurt his friends.
“Thanks though... I think you’re actually a pretty nice person, Enoshima-san.”
100 Ways to Say ‘I Hate You’
I saw a post about 100 ways to say ‘I love you’, so I thought I’d make the anti-version if it doesn’t exist already. Roleplayers, send these to each other for angst reasons! Tw for emotional abuse, language, and some major rejection themes, though some them are joking and could be used for friendly rivals or pals who play-insult one another. Change or add pronouns as necessary.
“You’re a disappointment to me.”
“I don’t care if you live or die.”
“I used to care about you. Now? I regret every second I wasted.”
“How do you think I feel? I’m pissed off!”
“Go. Just go.”
“If you come back, I won’t be here.”
“I’ve never despised someone as much as I despise you.”
“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?”
“I regret ever saying ‘hello’.”
“Leave and don’t come back, ever.”
“Remember when we first met? I wish I didn’t.”
“You’re the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”
“Don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me.” “You took months/years of my life away. I’ll never get those back.”
“I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you.”
“I could have been doing so much better than wasting my time with you.”
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”
“I don’t care.”
“Go ahead, leave. Don’t worry about coming back.”
“You’re such a piece of shit.”
“I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.”
“You’re so stupid.”
“Why do I waste my time with you?”
“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
“Hey! Just a daily reminder: you’re a piece of shit!”
“I deserve so much better.”
“We’re not friends. We were never friends!”
“I pretended to like you because I felt bad for you! How did you fall for that?”
“I never want to see you again.”
“You’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell.”
“Don’t apologize - you don’t deserve my forgiveness!”
“No, I’m never giving you another chance!”
“I wish you were never born.”
“You’re the last person I wanted to see right now.”
“I’d rather be working with anyone else in the whole world right now.”
“When you get back, your shit’s gonna be on the front lawn. Take it and get out.”
“Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.”
“I don’t know what they see in you.”
“You’re an embarrassment to me.”
“You’re an embarrassment to all of us.”
“I wish it was you. I wish it was you to die instead of them.”
“God, why did I have to end up working with the biggest asshole in the world?”
“How could you think I ever loved you? You seriously think I’d sink that low?”
“Sorry, I just puked in my mouth a bit. I accidentally looked at your face.”
“How can you even live with yourself?”
“If I was your mirror, I’d break myself just so you would throw me in the trash and I wouldn’t have to look at you.”
“Being with you was the worst time of my life.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.”
“I’m going to ruin your fucking life.”
“You said you would change, but you never did! You never will!”
“Some people are just born to fail. Sorry you’re one of the unlucky ones.”
“You’re so worthless, you hardly even exist to me.”
“I wish I could go back to the day I met you, and just walk away.”
“If you give me that look one more time, I’m skipping jump-rope with your large intestines.”
“Honestly, I’m embarrassed to even know you.”
“Ugh, it smells like something died in here. Oh. It’s just you.”
“You need to stop. You hurt everyone around you!”
“Until you get your shit together, I don’t want to hear you complain.”
“Look at you. You’re disgusting.”
“Stop making me look bad.”
“You have a face that makes me wish punching people wasn’t frowned upon in our society.”
“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your obnoxious voice.”
“Go play in traffic.”
“Fuck off.”
“If I saw you in the ocean clinging to a log for safety, I’d save the log and let you drown. At least wood can become something useful, like toilet paper.”
“How could I ever love something as terrible and hideous as you?”
“I can’t even look at you right now.”
“It was all a lie.”
“I never loved you, and I never will.”
“Don’t try to beg. It won’t work.”
“You’re not worth the mud on the bottom of my shoes.”
“Look at you. You’re pathetic. I’ve never seen a sadder sight.”
“I’m going to hurt you slowly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“For what you did to them, I’ll do the same to you.”
“An apology? You want to offer an apology? No. I don’t accept it.”
“You’re everything I hate in a person.”
“I wish you were dead.”
“You’re nothing to me. Less than nothing!”
“What a sad sack of shit you are.”
“My life is in fucking shambles thanks to you!”
“How could you? You bastard!”
“I’d rather eat sewage than ever touch you again.”
“Hey asshole, I’m here to ruin your day, just like I did yesterday and the day before that.”
“You’d be more useful if you weren’t even alive.”
“Hey, it’s my least favorite waste of space.”
“Every day that I woke up next to you, I was tempted to smother you with a pillow while you slept.”
“Love you? Don’t make me laugh.”
“Just thinking about you makes me sick to my stomach.”
“You deserve a slow and painful death for what you’ve done.”
“I can’t stand people like you.”
“Stop doing that thing. You know, that thing I hate. Breathing.”
“If I could trade you for a nest of angry wasps, you would be long gone.”
“I can’t wait to dance on your grave.”
“If we were the last two people on earth, I’d be subtracting one.”
“I never want to see the likes of your filth around here again.”
“I’m disgusted by you.”
“Fuck you!”
“If I ever see you again, it will be far too soon.”
“I have three words for you: Burn. In. Hell.”
“I hate you.”
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nonludum:
sitting on her RUSTED throne, it is SURPRISING to see her classmate among the castle rubble. head tilts in an OPEN curiosity – a vague wave of ANGER coursing beneath it. he’s only here because of HER, the one she HATES so much. and yet he ALSO serves as a despairing REMINDER of what she has done. a HARSH laugh escapes her lips – no sense of poise within the sound. and then comes an ACCENTLESS voice.
“ of course i’m not FUCKING happy. i’m pissed the hell OFF. why are you here? did you want me to rub SALT into the wound that I’M fucking sitting here instead of all our friends? “
“No. I didn’t.”
Makoto sees no point in rubbing Celeste’s face in it. The game was rigged from the very start, after all. Though the betrayal and loss of those close to him did hurt. Almost as much as all that Junko did to his body and mind after she didn’t execute him... In all honesty, he was jealous of the dead.
"I don’t feel sorry for you.” He says. “But I don’t hate you, Celeste. I forgive you.” What point is there in holding onto anything? It’s better to just be numb. To just accept whatever is thrown at him.
@fortunefucked (x)
Another one of Junko’s slaves. He felt bad for them, but showing weakness wasn’t allowed. Not for her or anyone loyal to her.
“Are you one of Junko’s people?”
@nonludum (x)
Celeste had won the killing game. She’s the one that killed all of his friends. Well, Junko is the real reason... The one that took his soul. He doesn’t even hate Celeste. He doesn’t even know if he can feel anything anymore. But it is refreshing to see someone other than Junko now that she allows him out of the hellish place she was keeping him.
“Somehow I think you aren’t happy with your victory.”
@teootl (x)
“What are you even hoping to find?” It’s probably a stupid question, but Makoto assumes the other must be looking for something. Why else would he be in such an old and shitty building?
Does anyone want a really really small thing from despair!Makoto
I like writing Makoto, but I feel like I’m a constant letdown because I find it hard to be super active on him.
TOP TEN ANIME BETRAYALS @despairled
I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
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despaireaten:
“Hooo, surprisingly resilient aren’t we? Many many people before you already knew what was going them and they begged for their life. Pitiful, lonely life. But you are different. Idealistic. Those ideals of yours make you a target worthy of my time. And i am going to have fun breaking you apart. Slowly. Until you realize, that no one is coming for you. Not even the adorable smart Kyoko-chan. They sold you. Sold you, knowing that you will die. Those people understood what will happen and they made that choice. I could not blame them for the life of me! The world in the outside is hell! I know, i created it after all!” She said those words, the girl slowly licked the blood of the blade and laughed a little more. Well. This started fun. Let’s see just how far she will be able to push this little man. She slowly stood up. She still had that small knife in her hand. She was twirling it with a small hum. After awhile, a grin stretched on her face even further. Without any warning, she suddenly jammed that same knife in the boy’s other palm, that was still unharmed. She practically nailed the hand to the chair itself. She let go of the handle, allowing the cold steel to remain there. Now both his hands were so bloodied and adorable! How nice how nice.
“Who knows. Maybe you will even like it at the end mmm?” She extends her hand, patting the make on the cheek, before turning around and suddenly punching him in the other. She punched too hard. Her own hand hurt a little bit. An excited giggle left her mouth.
“Always wanted to do that…hehe” Shaking her own hand slightly, she tilted her head a little. Let’s review the results!
“I... I’m not going to give up on them...!” The pain in his voice is obvious. Makoto isn’t exactly hardened to physical pain. If anything, he already feels like he’s at his limit. He’s never been a great liar, but he’s going to try his hardest to fight her. There’s no way Kyoko voted to let him die... She wouldn’t... Right?
He shudders as she likes the blood from her weapon. He’s trying to focus on anything but the searing pain in his hand. Despite being restrained and utterly powerless, he’s still trying to think of getting free. Though, the thought is cut short by...
When the knife is suddenly plunged into his hand, he cries out. This time he can’t tear his eyes away from the blade nailing his hand to the chair. The red blood flowing from it, dripping onto the floor. The pain may actually be worse than the carving. His entire body shook as he felt the pain possess his entire hand. Both of them bleeding. Both of them hurting. The sight of the blade actually sticking through his hand... He feels sick.
He almost wants to snap at Junko when she says something so insane. Like it? No way! Nobody could like this! His eyes connect with hers as he feels disgusted at the feeling of her hand against his cheek.
And suddenly, her fist collides with his other cheek. He tastes blood. She probably knocked a tooth loose. She hit Makoto hard. His cheek is already swelling as pain spreads into his face. There are so many areas that hurt already... No! He can’t give in!
“You’re... cr...” Crazy. The word doesn’t come out, instead only a small stream of blood falls from his lips. One of his teeth may have almost been knocked out. The pain is only getting worse as his cheek swells.
