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junko enoshima {DANGANRONPA} - - GIVE IN TO YOUR HOPELESS FUTURE 

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Class sketch of a horse I colored in today

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Send a heart to find out...

💛 - something my muse finds cute about yours

💙 - something my muse would love to do to/with yours, but can’t.

💜 - something your muse does that makes mine smile, every single time.

💚 - something about your muse that my muse is jealous of.

❤ - something my muse lives about yours.

💔 - something my muse hates about yours.

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junko enoshima’s funnies realm :3c

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junko enoshima’s funnies realm :3c

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WHO HERE WANT TO SMUT RP [18+ KINKSTERS ONLY]

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Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? 

Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck? Who here want fuck?

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WHO’S FUCKIN’ EXCITED!?

Anyone!?

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Say Your Prayers

Goodnight..

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Attention to everyone still here...

Yuuto Kamishiro...

is pretty fuckin’ sexy!

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Sexy Fucking Abigail! Fuck yes..!

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death call! like this post if you want me to kill you instantly, with no warning

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                         Have courage,

                                                   and be kind.

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This blog just keeps getting followers. Is this what you people want? Do you really want to talk to me that badly?

Well, okay. You can like this for a starter, if I wind up feeling up to it.

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Did I do something that makes me appealing to you people, even though I only long on once a month?

I hardly have the motivation to get on here anymore.

I’m probably dropping everything I had going, for everyone else’s sake as well as my own.

Would there be interest if I picked back up with new threads?

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((hey i forgot about this blog and my muse dropped off a lot. i won’t make excuses. i owe a couple people replies and starters, but it’d be jarring and possibly rude to just reply to things people have forgotten about.

if we were doing anything, if you wrote me a starter or a reply and i never got to it, and you want one, like this post. thanks.))

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@zetenoshima

[♥] - Mikan had herself leant on the walls of Hope’s Peak Academy and whimpering as she tried to bring herself down from panic. Her attempts are futile however, she hears the click-clack of footsteps and she crumbles to the ground. She doesn’t want to be seen, not like this. But at the same time she doesn’t feel like she has the energy to move anywhere; she feels trapped and it makes her cry harder. She has no clue who is near by or if they are even going to notice her at all, but when all the worst-case scenarios play through her head all she feels she can do is cry about it.

Her cry doesn’t seem to deter the faceless footsteps in the hall. Instead, they seem to come closer, in her direction. It’s when she realizes this that things get to be at its worst, becoming a shivering, sniveling mess on the floor of her school, in a state where everything scared her. She feels so bad for this person who can most likely hear and see her, having to look at such a disgusting person, and she cries out. She feels that if she doesn’t, she might be mistaken for some kind of animal. “I-I’m sorry!!”

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Another visit to the workspace-- practically the living quarters-- of her best friend cancelled due to his own lack of presence, Junko was now walking through the familiar halls of Hope’s Peak without aim.

Of all the things she expected to see during her casual walk, a crying, shambling figure of a person was particularly one of them. The sight is entirely pitiful in every sense of the word; and yet, like a magnet for despair, Junko found herself drawn closer.

She approached as the figure fell to the floor in a complete sob. The sight was abysmal in every beautiful sense of the word, and it even begun to trigger an empathetic reaction in Junko.

When the figure, a girl, cried out for forgiveness, Junko responded almost automatically. “It’s okay.” Her voice was concise and gentle, and she halted her momentum a few steps away from the girl. “Is it okay if I come closer?”