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[resnovae-blog1]

     Her sister’s acceptance of the excuse made her relax just the slightest bit, her smile growing just a little more natural as she shook her head, golden hair moving along with the motion, offering a response to the rather innocent-seeming question. There were animals - that much wasn’t a lie. After all, if her sister didn’t see the results of the shoot containing said animals, she would have been ruined. No. There were animals, but it went rather well under the circumstances - leaving her just enough spare time to catch up with a friend.

     But her sister didn’t need to know about that part.

“ It was a little baby snow leopard. It was the cutest thing. The pictures are supposed to go to help support endangered species. Promise I was perfectly safe the whole time - there were a couple professional handlers just out of frame. ”

     Her words were calm, a tinge of excitement mixed in just to try to convince her sister that it was okay and that she was safe. Besides, the animal hadn’t tried to snap at her even once. She was pretty certain she was in more danger here than there, in fact.

     She barely saw the bottle coming towards her, eyes widening slightly in surprise as she managed to catch it. She nodded slightly in response, knowing well not to argue with her sister in matters as simple as this. Instead, she unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, only to look back towards her sister as she took her phone and flipped it open.

     The blonde swallowed just a little bit harder than usual, loosely putting the cap back on the bottle with the intent to have another drink before long. Her sister was right on that account - she really should drink more water. It wasn’t good for her to go so long without it, even if it had yet to kill her.

     Then again, a lot of things that likely weren’t good for her still hadn’t killed her.

     Her gaze flickered back to her sister, and then momentarily to her phone as it beeped. She had practice in this game. She would force herself to breathe, nervous even though she was almost certain that there was nothing blatantly incriminating on that phone - she had made sure of that. She told her friends not to text her unless she texted first and deleted every message once she replied to it. There was nothing. Nothing bad.

     And then that question.

     Did she know?

     She couldn’t know. How could she know? Junko only hoped her sister wouldn’t hear the frantic beating of her heart or see the way her eye twitched slightly. She shook her head, forcing herself to take another sip of the water her sister had thrown at her - buying time to consider her answer. When she did speak, she tried to keep her tone simple and sweet, giving a slight shrug along with it.

“ Nobody out-of-the-ordinary really. A director, my manager, photographers, hair and makeup- oh, the animal handlers, too, but that’s it as far as I remember. It was a smaller-scale one so we didn’t need a lot of people. You know, you could always come along to one if you wanted to. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind and I’d love to see you there. ”

[lupusdomare-blog]

        Every word made sense for the most part, but part of the mercenary was always paranoid and this was always especially true towards her younger sister. She knew Junko would NEVER betray her, but there was always the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘could someone corrupt her’ that lingered in her mind. The photoshoot did sound pretty normal, and she would be excited to receive a copy of the article. The wolf cherished everything her darling sister did and even if she didn’t approve of it, that didn’t mean she didn’t treasure the things given to her. 

       All the helpless girl received was a nod of understanding, which was not the worst thing in the world to receive from the predator. Her silence although anxiety inducing was rather normal, she had always been reserved and quiet until she felt threatened or she was upset in some way. If anything it was a good indicator that the woman wasn’t feeling tense in any way, however, that didn’t stop her from pushing to justify her feelings of peace. 

                                       She had to know FOR SURE. 

         Dull eyes watched every movement Junko made, her claws still clinging to the cell phone. Every word the younger sister spoke was obviously being judged and the soldier’s gaze narrowed a bit as if she was deciding if what the analyst had said was acceptable. The word LOVE was enough to settle the wolf’s mind and she snapped the phone shut before tossing it over to the blonde, she had passed the test and Mukuro gave a sigh of relief as a reward. 

         The tense feeling in the air had been broken as the older sister stretched and listened for a satisfying crack of her joints to reach her ears. The wolf considered her offer with true endearment, even if she hardly WANTED to take her up on her offer. A hum on her lips indicated her thoughts as she stepped closer to her sister and allowed a sharp nail to dig under Junko’s chin forcing her to meet Mukuro’s gaze. The younger sister’s eyes didn’t carry the same murderous spark as the mercenaries, and it made the woman’s lips curl into a smirk as leaned over and spoke in a hushed voice against the analyst’s ear. 

        “It’s a very sweet offer, but do you TRUST me not kill someone who touches you? I’d HATE to get the wrong idea and make a MISTAKE.” 

         There was simple sigh before the older sister pulled back and looked at the younger one with love and maybe a tad concern. It was a fair warning, she really did detest people who touched what she considered hers. Junko’s life and mind belonged to her, and she considered herself KIND for allowing the younger sister to share herself with other people. With that the predator was finished and moved on to another less than the favorable topic for the model. The whole topic was a trap and Mukuro made sure the lay a firm hand on her shoulder, a little too close to her neck for anyone to be comfortable as she spoke with a poisonous tone.

     “Now that we have that cleared up, it’s your turn to choose dinner.”

[lupusdomare-blog]

@spacencct / @munakiru

#TFW UR DAD WON’T LET YOU JOIN HIS FOUNDATION BECAUSE UR DESPAIR #HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED IM IN DESPAIR #HAVE YOU MET THAT HELLSPAWN CACTUS? #SHE LISTENS TO BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR DAD #I’M SUFFERING AND YOU DON’T CARE DAD WTF

[munakiru-blog]

Juzo had been wrong in his report – Junko Enoshima isn’t innocent at all. What had she done to him to force him to keep quiet about such a thing? Torture him? The thought of his friends in the hands of that vile woman has Kyousuke’s own hands clenching into tight fists, nails digging into his palms. Right now, that’s all he can do. Disgust washes over him at his situation, arms and legs restrained as though he’s lost – how can that be? Him, lose? His ideals, his steadfast, unwavering principles – nothing can overturn them. Nothing! And yet this girl, this mere first year of Hope’s Peak Academy, Junko Enoshima, had captured him the moment he had been intending to question her and end this despair farce once and for all.

And Enoshima had the audacity to leave him there, couldn’t even be bothered to finish what she started. Instead she’d pushed the dirty work into the hands of someone else. Kyousuke knew of her after having investigated every student of Hope’s Peak Academy’s 78th class. Her name was Mukuro Ikusaba, and as for her background – right now, Kyousuke could not bring himself to care about a backstory so trivial. All that swelled inside him was fiery loathing for these people – these disgusting heathens who dared sully the future he had promised to build with their senseless despair.

Perhaps that anger masked a certain amount of fear. Because in his current situation, Kyousuke realizes himself to be helpless in a way he’s never had the displeasure of experiencing before. And now, flickering before his eyes, is a disjointed video, playing over and over again, a loop of the Hope’s Peak Student Council murdering one another, and a persistent nagging thought – that could have been him, would have been him, if it had been his year – which shakes him.

How dare they – how dare they make a mockery of the ideals he had established during his tenure at Hope’s Peak?! “Is this all you have to offer?” Kyousuke queries, tone both cool and scathing. “Brainwashing? A cheap tactic for the weak of mind? No amount of this will ever – ever serve to sway me.”

His teeth grit together when that foreign sensation washes over him. Some part of him is slipping away at an alarming rate; his fingers twitch as if to grasp onto it. Is that even possible?

Yukizome… Sakakura…

“I will never be like you,” Kyousuke spits even as he – even as his very sense of self – starts to grow hazy.

[lupusdomare-blog]

      His voice reaches her and she allowed a slow blink to be directed at him, does he honestly think she wants to speak with him? He must truly be getting desperate if he was willing to spit pathetic insults at her, adjusting the book in her hand the mercenary paid little to no mind to him. Mukuro’s attention moved to the screen for a moment, the video looping did not bother her in the slightest. Hell, she had been the one singing during that whole ‘preformance’ and if she put some thought to it, it was honestly just another day in her life at this point. The younger sister must have known this brainwashing wouldn’t work on him completely, and it became rather evident that he would need an extra push. The teenager moved and grabbed two tools, they glimmered in the light and she made sure he saw so he would get a better idea of what she is about to do. However, she will humor him for a few moments. 

        “I don’t believe it is really a choice, but you’re right you won’t be exactly like me. You’ll be below me.”, her voice was cold and unemotional. She raised a brow as if they were having a casual conversation.

           The tools in her hands she allowed to twist in between her fingers skillfully and mindlessly, it was no secret she was skilled in weaponry. The video still droned on in the background, screams sounded like nothing more than white noise to her. The man was doomed to fall into despair anyway, so she turned the video down a fraction so they could speak if only for a moment. The wolf then turned her attention back to the dazed man. She didn’t really care who he was, but then again Mukuro didn’t care about most people. Everyone was just a target in her mind, and she constantly thought of ways to kill them. Even now she considered ending this poor creature’s suffering, but that was against orders and she never disobeyed a direct order. 

           “You don’t really know anything about me, though and I guess after I’m done you won’t NEED to remember anything anyway. I mean I would tell you I’ve done this kind of thing before, but I haven’t.”

             The mercenaries voice was rather soft and could almost be considered gentle if it wasn’t spoken from the wolf herself. There was no point in explaining herself, but what could it hurt to humor the poor soul? Dull blue eyes lazily drifted back to the TV, Junko had said it was INCOMPLETE and this next step would be the nail in the coffin. He didn’t need to know that though so she simply stood there and watched the video for a moment with him, the faces she remembered well. There was no emotion evident as she watched the video, she raised a hand to cover up a yawn. This didn’t bring her despair, much like her sister she was much harder to bring into despair. There was only one real thing that caused her what they both craved and it was her own sister, her body got a chill as she thought about it. However, it also made her aggressive thinking about ANYONE wanting to bring harm to her little sister, as long as she was ALIVE nobody would ever get the chance ever again. 

                                           “You won’t win, and we both know it.” 

[lupusdomare-blog]

@spacencct

      Even if she practiced all the time it was still never good enough, there were always imperfections and she knew Junko would be upset with her over them. Staring at the mirror she sighed, her duller eyes looking at her freckles with annoyance, it was something she had been told not to cover up despite her frustration. Reaching her well-manicured hand up she grabbed the blonde wig before freezing at the sound of a cheerful voice. Immediately recognizing it she shifted her gaze in the mirror to look at the small girl calling out to her lovingly. If she was honest with herself she never really cared for any of the children. She found them to be more of a liability than anything else, children were sloppy and could easily flip sides and turn on you. 

                                      Mukuro didn’t TRUST them. 

            However, it was mostly the girl behind her. She was Junko’s favorite and perhaps a little of it was jealousy even if she would never admit it out loud. From behind it was perhaps easier to mistake the mercenary for the fake fashionista and it honestly gave Mukuro a sliver of hope that she could maybe pull this off. However, she knew as soon as she turned the ‘adorable’ hellspawn would notice her mistake and react poorly. 

                     “She isn’t here right now, if you need something you’ll have to wait.” 

[lupusdomare-blog]

@munakiru 

     Soaked from the rain the soldier was mindful to watch her steps on the stairs as she walked down into her sister’s secret hideout. However, something was different and she knew it. Water dripped from her hair and fell with a soft noise to the floor as her dull eyes scanned the room, her hand still clutched firmly around the handle of her hunting knife. The previous fight with her upperclassman had been no mistake, however, she was still very much in the dark about a variety of things. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her sister, and she could feel her heart speed up upon seeing her safe, although she knew she would be it was still a relief which allowed her to put away her weapon of choice. When Mukuro finally realized her sister was focused on a man restrained in a chair, she shot her a questioning look. 

         The two shared some words of information as the older twin walked closer before the mercenary finally allowed her gaze to fall on the man. Everything about him felt like trouble and she had to bite back a growl, she wanted him dead almost instantly and the murderous shimmer in her eyes would have made it obvious. Mukuro had never been kind to those who she thought had malicious intentions towards her sister, but Junko practically shoved a booklet into her hands. Confusion washed over the older sibling as she leafed through the booklet, the picture guide was detailed and yet there were sections of the pages that she was struggling to understand. However, she did understand that this meant he was not here to be killed. Her instructions although rushed and she was unskilled she did not hesitate to Junko’s demands.

          A quick nod was given to assure the analyst that she understood before she watched her younger sister leave, her face flushing a bit as she allowed herself to dwell on the task she was entrusted with. It was always lovely when Junko trusted her with such IMPORTANT matters, and she would make sure not to screw it up. After the younger twin was out of sight the teenager leaned against the wall and began to examine the booklet closer, she supposed there was a first time for everything. Every once in awhile her dangerous gaze would drift over to the man, dragging the situation out a bit was something she enjoyed. Seeing her prey grow more and more hopeless with every passing second was extasy, however, she didn’t have THAT long to play so as much as she enjoyed this she knew she would have to speed it up. 

             Stepping closer to the man she pressed two sharp nails into the top of his head and looked back to the booklet, she wanted to make sure she hit the right spot. It would be a real shame if she messed up her sister’s play thing before she got to test him out herself. Even though it was tempting to break him here and now, she didn’t like this guy one bit he wreaked of danger and it left an uneasy feeling in the mercenaries' gut. So, she silently dug her nails in with an aggression that could rival a wild animal, her expression never shifting from an emotionless state. 

[resnovae-blog1]

     The text made her even more worried than she had been before. Whatever it was, she was quite certain that it wasn’t going to be good. And so she quickened her pace just a little bit, readjusting every article of clothing to make sure she looked absolutely perfect.

     The last thing she wanted was questions.

     Or, at the very least, questions that might lead to jealousy or make her sister think she was with someone else. Even if she was, she didn’t want Mukuro knowing about it. After all, she wasn’t happy being forced to speak only to her sister, even though she loved her more than any other person in the world. She would do anything for Mukuro.

     Anything except allow herself to loose the only other person she cared for.

     And so, when she reached the door, she glanced at her phone to check the time - perfect. A couple minutes early due to her rather quickened pace, something she was certain would help her case, if only slightly. After all, she didn’t want to be late a second time that night and make her sister even angrier. And yet, before she unlocked the door, she closed her eyes for a short moment, trying to calm herself down in preparation of what she was quite certain was to come. Perhaps her sister wouldn’t honestly hurt her - she never had - but the other certainly knew exactly how to cut Junko using only words.

     Finally, though, she would push the key into the lock, trying to keep her hands from shaking as she turned it, opening the door and slowly opening it, if only to give her sister time to process just who she was. She was a soldier, after all, and Junko certainly didn’t want to be on the wrong side of one of her knives.

     The words cut into Junko much like that knife would have, though, their coldness evident in the way goosebumps seemed to form on the model’s exposed skin. She took a soft, shaky breath as she closed the door behind her, approaching her sister - making sure that she could see the only thing in the blonde’s hands was her cell phone, which she would set down once she reached the table. She would meet her elder sister’s gaze, smiling warmly in and attempt to soften the other, if only slightly. When she spoke, her tone was sweet and understanding, the exact opposite of accusatory as she tried to watch her words - phrasing every word carefully.

“ My photo shoot took a little longer than I thought it would - animals are way harder to control than people, you know? I’m really  sorry, Mukuro, I didn’t mean to worry you. ”

[lupusdomare-blog]

       Hesitation was written on the blonde’s features despite her best efforts to hide it, the mercenary could practically SMELL fear. It reminded her of how fragile her sister was, how she reminded her of a cornered rabbit, but that wasn’t exactly right. Her sister was no DUMB rabbit, she was clever and cunning and even when cornered she would find a way to get out of it. It made her hard to trust, and in turn made Mukuro a bit tense even if she did trust Junko more than anyone else in her life. 

         Eyes flicked to the cell phone which made her visually relax more, it was more of a habit that she checked for armed people but it still put her more at ease knowing for sure her sister wasn’t carrying a weapon. The warm smile did not phase her cold expression, but her eyes did show a slight change that would tell the younger sister she was calming down. A quiet breath was drawn before she listened to what Junko said with a mindful ear, one wrong word or tone shift could cause the elder sister to grow irritated once more. However, this was not the case as Mukuro accepted the excuse with a slow blink. 

“Ah, you forgot to mention the animals. They can be rather finicky, I suppose it is understandable. I can forgive you...”

“So what kind of animals were they? Nothing THAT dangerous right?”

            The elder sister’s voice carried a more casual tone instead of a hostile one, although there was genuine concern dripping from it. There was no panic or dangerous bite to the words, which was made obvious by the older girl actually getting up and walking to their fridge. Mukuro was far from done with the conversation, but they were at a more relaxed pace that she felt she could move around and do things. Grabbing a bottle of water she paused before grabbing another and walking back over to her sister then tossing one of the bottles at her with no warning. 

“Don’t get dehydrated from overworking,” 

              It was a simple statement that could easily be translated to a command of drink this water, which Mukuro watched carefully before becoming interested in Junko’s phone that was now on the table. They normally didn’t have any secrets, and it wasn’t uncommon for Mukuro to ask about who the younger twin was speaking with. However, she seemed to be using her phone a bit more lately, the mercenary did consider the fact that she WAS a model and did enjoy her social media. It still made her curious though so she simply picked up the other’s phone and flipped it open. 

             Grey eyes moved from the screen to look at the girl in front of her, watching her every move carefully. If she made any hesitation about her older sister looking through her phone Mukuro would without a doubt do it, but if there was no change she wouldn’t even bother putting in the password. Her finger hovered over the first key to her passcode and she waited, watching silently before hitting a button making it beep then once again looking for the reaction. While she was doing this her voice dropped back to being cold as she made more casual talk. 

“So...was anyone WITH YOU at the photo shoot today?” 

[resnovae-blog1]

When she finally looked at her phone, her sister’s messages had already long since been delivered, and she could only hope her sister was bluffing when she mentioned coming to get her. She found herself doubting that, though. Especially when it came to matters like this. As it was, she could tell her sister was incredibly jealous when it came to Junko being with anyone other than her, but lying? That was an entirely new situation that she did not want to be caught in.

Maybe she hadn’t left yet. Maybe she could still make an excuse for her lateness. After all, it wasn’t as if real photo-shoots didn’t occasionally take longer than expected. That was what she told herself when she swallowed back the worry beginning to build in the back of her throat, slipping on her own jacket and shoes and using one hand to run her fingers back through her hair as she typed a message to her sister as quickly as she could - only hoping it would reach the other girl quickly enough. She could worry about punctuality later, once she was home.

{ ♕ big sis ♕ } ━                         I’m fine. The shoot just took longer than I thought it would.                         you don’t have anything to worry about. I’ll be home in ten                         or fifteen minutes. We can talk then, okay?

Ten minutes should be plenty - fifteen just in case something happened along the way, even if she found herself doubting that anything of importance really would. After all, it was just across campus - not a very long way to walk at all. Even if she took the long way, she still ought to make it in fifteen minutes. And yet she found herself hurrying, checking her makeup and hair using her phone’s camera on the way out. She checked her phone periodically, hoping for a message that might warn her as to just what to expect when she arrived home.

[lupusdomare-blog]

         A buzz and a small ping alerted the eldest twin to her phone, upon reading the name the tense woman immediately seemed to relax a fair amount. Throwing the knife into a nearby dart board she began reading the message with a deep sigh of relief, it was still a concern that she continued to be late, though. If Mukuro was honest with herself, she hated her little sister’s ‘hobby’ it involved too much risk and she wasn’t using her ACTUAL talent to its full potential. She supposed that would change soon enough though as she took off her jacket and threw it back to where it once was. Dull eyes glanced at the time and she snorted a bit obviously still flustered, however, she supposed once again ten minutes was a REASONABLE request. A lazy blink followed as the mercenary cracked her neck to ease some tension before typing back a simply reply, a smirk found its way on her lips at the thought of causing the blonde some distress over a silly text.

[ Darling Sister ]  ━

                                               Fine. 

          That was it. No hope of figuring out what was in store as soon as she reached her destination,not that Mukuro had ever honestly been very DETAILED when it came to hinting at what she was going to do. She was much more impulsive and violent, but she had never once caused the younger to bleed. It was a line she didn’t cross, and although at times she had wanted nothing more than to teach her a lesson she refrained. Junko was her world and her greatest weapon for the upcoming game she had in store. However, that was still some time away, and although it ANNOYED her to let the analyst frolic around, she thought it was necessary to let her have some freedom before she took it all away. After all, it wouldn’t be any fun if she didn’t have ANY hope to crush. 

           Time seemed to move hopelessly slower when she stared at the clock so that’s exactly what Mukuro did. She sat and watched time tick by like a child glued to a TV screen, her blue eyes moving with every twitch before her sensitive ears picked up on someone fiddling with the lock. Although her reasoning told her it was her younger sister, her instincts still made her cautious. Never moving from her spot she simply glanced over quietly and waited to see who it was, fingers jerked a bit in anticipation. However, after the moment the truth it was obvious who it was and she allowed her defenses to drop and her expression to soften if only a tad. Her voice, on the other hand, was anything except warm and inviting it was laced with venom and irritation as she spoke. 

                                     “So, what was your excuse THIS time?” 

[puddxn-blog]

✘ { @lupusdomare. }

     Blue eyes would scan the other, a wide smile on black painted lips as she watched the other carefully. Of course, it wasn’t polite to stare, but that was hardly something Harley cared about - rather, she was more intent on the way the dark-haired woman seemed off in a way that Harley was unfamiliar with. So perhaps she wasn’t insane, like most of the people Harley spent her time with, but even then, there was something there that something in her wanted to understand.

     Whether or not that gut feeling was part of what was instilled in her from her days studying psychiatry was still in question, but if asked later on why she bothered approach, this would be the excuse she’d give. She would claim that it was pure curiosity and not the loneliness beginning to ingrain itself in her after having spent the night alone, ( temporarily ) ousted from her home by the Joker after interfering with his latest plan.

     This, and not fate, had been what placed her in a dog park in mid-evening, her appearance normal enough that she might pass for a usual citizen. Of course, what gave away her identity this time was not a costume and makeup, but rather the two large hyenas terrorizing the dogs of others, all of whom seemed to be eager to pack all their things up and leave. And yet, this girl seemed to be the only other who seemed less than intent on fleeing the area.

     Perhaps this was what finally pushed Harley over to her. After all, she did love talking about her babies.

“ Hey! D’you have a dog here?  ‘Cause if ya don’t, I know a place you could get some real cool ones. ”

[lupusdomare-blog]

     It wasn’t uncommon for the ultimate soldier to stop by this park and watch the four-legged creatures, they always seemed so carefree and peaceful. Their owners sometimes casually playing with them while other owners ignored their pets altogether. If someone had asked why she liked to come here of all places she wouldn’t exactly know how to answer. Perhaps there was something about the dogs that reminded her of her past, or perhaps when she looked at dogs she didn’t feel the urge to kill and that was refreshing. Whatever the reason was, she still found herself here about once a week watching the K-9s for some time before heading home, luckily for her Junko never seemed to care what she did as long as she kept up with her demands. 

               Mukuro’s free time was her own to do whatever ‘boring’ thing she pleased. 

         However, on this specific day, everything had been normal until her ears picked up on a noise that perhaps wasn’t one she was familiar with. A laugh? No, that wasn’t it. Greyish eyes drifted over to two rather large HYENAS causing trouble, her first reaction wasn’t that of fear but more of confusion. Are hyenas technically dogs? They kinda look like dogs, but they sure don’t sound like dogs, but then again who was she to judge someone based on what they called a dog. The sound of disgruntled and disturbed park goers didn’t go unnoticed by the soldier in the least,but she didn’t see a reason in being concerned about the wild animals now in her vicinity. Dogs are dogs she supposed, and if Junko could have a robotic bear that spits out puns than this woman could have her chaotic laughing hyenas. 

          That was when she actually first noticed the woman who appeared to be the owners of the beasts, she looked a rather alarming amount like her younger sister which caused the teen a bit of discomfort at first. However her gawking was interrupted as she heard the stranger’s voice, something was off about it. It had a spark of danger, something she had grown up with her whole life. This might have been what pushed the soldier to speak so casually with the chaotic woman instead of disregarding her in her normally cool and relaxed manner.

          “No, I don’t have a dog. Would that happen to be the same place you got your dogs? I assume those are your dogs anyway.” 

          Mukuro turned her attention back to the hyenas that were casually rooting around and making their laughing noises that despite her best efforts the soldier was finding more and more amusing. What chaotic animals, she wondered if Junko would be amused if only for a second gazing upon this display.  

[kuropin]

Despair Sisters

[etrosgate]

they gotta have something in common with the other kids

[lupusdomare-blog]

Mukuro Ikusaba: I'm having problems with this guy.

Junko Enoshima: Kill him.

Mukuro Ikusaba: No.

Junko Enoshima: Then I'll kill him for you.

Mukuro Ikusaba: NO.