actually v excited i have a few au characters in my head that im desperate to start a blog up for!
styofa doing anything

No title available

No title available
Sade Olutola
h
i don't do bad sauce passes
One Nice Bug Per Day
tumblr dot com
todays bird
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
No title available
sheepfilms
dirt enthusiast
AnasAbdin

Andulka
d e v o n

Product Placement
YOU ARE THE REASON

seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from China
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Israel
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
@mastermind-gyaru
actually v excited i have a few au characters in my head that im desperate to start a blog up for!
ALSO i have an ask blog for all the dangan characters at askthehopedweebs but i wont engage in any threads there sorry :'( it would still be fun to see my partners ask questions though if they'd like! its p clear i havent exactly perfected all the muses its kind of a silly blog really
oops i ded i actually feel p bad i just dropped off like that )): sadly i am not handling the stress of school how i would like and i cant find the energy to rp lately, which is a bit of a travesty since i still enjoy it immensely. if you want like this post and i can message you my personal blog (disclaimer: i can sometimes post untagged fictional gore and body horror, along with TAGGED irl gore). hopefully i will come back to this blog someday
wew... i finished replying. now i just have to catch up on two weeks worth of trigonometry homework... yay
-
What an exciting twist! Junko could probably make the boy dress up in anything she ordered him too, seeing as he must have had no concept of the human fashion trends.
"Is Ventus telling me that he would like to go on a shopping trip? I believe that is what I heard. No matter, we’re going on one tomorrow. We can postpone the search for your friends for just one day, yes? After all, what a nice surprise it would be if they found you in new and refined clothing!"
She was really having too much fun with this.
"Oh, and there’s no need to go rifling through magazines. I’m the greatest resource there is, you could ask me any questions and I would give you the best answers! Although if you really wanted to look at some magazines, I have a few stashes of my issues here and there. But I couldn’t imagine a woman’s fashion magazine would be of much help to you, no? Unless if you prefer that kind of style."
He did like the sound of that. Just not searching for a day wasnt really going to hurt much, and he could just realx a bit while shopping for new clothes…although, he wondered what kind of clothes she would pick out…that worried him a bit.
"I got no problem with that." Ventus says as he nodded. "So then we’ll be able to go doing anything tomorrow, and just be able to relax a bit as well. Kills two birds with one stone." He says, as he figured it wouldnt hurt after all. It would give him some time to figure out what he could do for searching and all.
"So you wouldnt mind me asking what kind of clothes are the lastest trend huh? I guess thats the best thing to have the Ultimate Fashionistia as a friend huh?" He beamed at how things would play out, as she spoke a bit at the end, causing him to shake his head in disagreement. "No no no! I wouldnt be into that kind of stuff. No way am I some sort of crossdresser."
Junko's smiled at Ventus' careless use of the word friend. How naively he trusted her... they had hardly known each other for a day. But this was a benefit to him, she supposed. Her smile was surely coming off more devilish than genuine at this point, but it couldn't have been her first slip up.
"Yes, I could tell you the fashion trends of our modern era. I could tell you the fashion trends of five years ago. I could even recite what a woman of the 1700's in venice would be fawned over if she were to wear the appropriate clothing. But you've asked the simple request, so I will give you a simple answer."
Okay, she was getting a little carried away. But Junko was rather excited someone was asking advice of her; most people pinned her as an airhead. Which was true, to an extent. But she got fashion, and everything related to the subject.
"For men, the trend seems to be fancy-casual. Contradictory, correct? But that's what this year seems to be all about. Hypocrisy and controlled madness. A simple start to these trends would simply be wearing a collared shirt under a monotonous pull-over sweatshirt. Cool tones such as blue-grays and dirty browns are quite popular as well. As for pants, well those are up in the air. Really the style doesn't seem to matter, long as they aren't overly tacky."
Mastermind-Gyaru has disturbed Sima Gan
-
He shoved her backwards, releasing her collar and dusting his hand absently. “You need to be locked away" He replied calmly before a smirk replaced his docile smile. "But then again… so do I”
“Reputation can be a scathing thing, little lamb" He began, his baritone voice resonating in the room as he leaned forward, tearing one of her Monokuma hair clips out with just enough force to make her feel light pain. "It can make your enemies flee from battle" It was tossed aside carelessly once he deemed it of no interest before reaching for the second one. "Or it can make your friends turn their back on you" Rip. "Or worst still… It can make the world look down on you" The second clip fell to the marble floor with a light clatter.
“These hands of mine have taken lives… You would be best to keep your caution despite the fact that I don’t intend to kill my new plaything~”
Being released suddenly, Junko nearly fell over from the force of his push. However she recovered quickly, eager to see what else he had in store. The fashionista's eyebrows raised as the marquis recited his painfully slow words, to her it seemed he was simply buying time. Squinting skeptically as he reached for her head, his hand had fallen out of her view.
The sharp tug of her hair served as an answer to what he was doing. Her hair was released from one twin tail, falling over her shoulder in a messy cascade. Her eyes followed the clip to where it clattered on the floor. It wasn't as if those were easy to come across... but this is what she asked for. And it wasn't as if she could escape now. She flinched now at the second tug, feeling her hair fall carelessly around herself.
"First little lamb, now plaything? You're full of names... but I suppose you have the time to think." The blonde was relieved he intended on sparing her life, this was so far going according to plan.
-
"…Right. Style." She nods, focused on walking with a style of casual. Which… was actually no different from her normal walking style. Wow. But of course, something had to ruin it and force her to trip, landing on the floor and just. Laying there. Why.
Is she serious. Iwashi was making this increasingly difficult to keep the fashionista from losing her cool and cackling. Kneeling down beside the thief, Junko gave a disappointed look.
"Iwashi. I have never seen anyone fail so miserably in such a short amount of time. If you can't walk with style, just try not to trip at the very least."
-
He was not completely sure why she was so interested in bringing him into a café but most likely had to be with something bad. She wouldn’t resort to bond if she wasn’t going to gain something in exchange. After all, a fashionista bets. Walking at her side the young man followed her to the café. He didn’t expect something big coming from someone like her. He would just give her an hour as much of his time then leave. He had no time to spare for her.
Walking with a smile, Junko decided to go to a café closest to their destination rather than go to a fancier one. She couldn't see Togami enjoying a hike. Within only a few short minutes, they arrived. The fashionista wasn't too up to date with café etiquette, so she had to choose her moves carefully. Holding the door open for the heir, Junko reasoned he would be likely to know what to do in such a foreign place.
"I'm more of a gentleman than you! Holding the door open and everything... just give me a tux and call me Mr. Ensohima."
"I knew you would choose correctly! Rosebud has a sort of… feel to it, you know? Beautiful and deep, I’m sure this movie will leave you in tears. Or at least in your memory for the next few days!" The fashionista didn’t quite consider herself a movie buff, but her talent did require herself paying attention to the media. Even if she missed the announcement of these movies, she couldn’t help but naturally analyze everything the industry put out. Paying for the tickets, Junko lead the demon to the main hall, where treats were available.
"It’s movie theatre tradition to purchase popcorn and drink to go along with the film, but there’s other foods too such as candy and chips! I won’t be partaking in any, considering it’s all quite fattening, but we can get you some if you’d like."
The demoness stared at all of the treats, finding all of them appetizing. But her main focus was drawn to the popcorn. The allure of butter and popped kernels captured her nose, and her eyes shortly followed. What she witnessed was an amazing machine that turned little brown seeds to white, rough, puffy balls in frequent pops. She also saw the employee dip the popped out kernels of corn into the butter before storing it away for later use.
"That! That! Can we get some of that!?" She pointed to the box like a small child, bouncing up and down at the sight.
Junko could hardly contain her laughter at the ridiculous display Fino was making of herself. It was understandable that the demoness could not decipher what popcorn was, but still, the fashionista found it silly a grown girl could not comprehend such a simple food.
"I was unaware I brought a little girl to the movie theater. That is popcorn, it seems we will uphold the theater tradition of the popped treat." Junko purchased a small bag for the girl and tossed it to Fino's hands.
"It's salty so you'll want water, but theres no way I'm payin' three dollars for just a bottle. So if you get thirsty, theres fountains in the halls. Use those." The fashionista directed Fino to their theater, which was getting a bit difficult as the demoness seemed more interested in eating popcorn than actually seeing the movie at this point.
"Theres lots of seats, okay? We're early too, so we most likely get first picks. I think the optimal seats are all the way up top, but I don't care where you choose to sit."
-
Ah, so this was his alien culture he was rambling about. At least the blonde didn’t have to feel so foolish upon asking her next question.
"Wriggling day? Is that an extra special festival you aliens celebrate? It sounds like you just celebrate a bunch of worms coming out from a nice rain shower."
“A simple explanation would be to compare it to what you humanSss call a birthday. We trollSss are hatched from eggSss that the mother grub laySss. A wriggling day iSss the anniverSssary of the day we are hatched.”
Junko's face contorted into disgust, peeling her lip back and sticking her tongue out. That sounded atrocious, everything about it. Not one word in that sentence was appealing.
"That sounds far too similar to an atrocious species Earth inhabits, a species given the name of 'ants'. I am unaware if you are familiar with them, but if that is not the case I don't suggest familiarizing yourself with them."
[[mercurially-well]]
It was that time of day again. After wandering the streets, searching for the perfect spot for today’s ritual, Junko has finally settled on a street corner near a mall. It was beautiful, stunning, everything the girl was looking for. It was the perfect poster of herself to stare at for the day. Sighing and awing, the blonde was completely entranced with herself. Of course, this wasn’t actually the case. However, the act did get plenty of attention from by-standers. Although today, the streets seemed to be a little too quiet for her liking.
"Tell me, am I as beautiful as I think?" Junko turned to the person nearest to her, hoping to get any reaction out of today’s little scene.
mercurially-well
[♠] - Well, then it’s fortunate that she happened to run into two people as opposed to one. Yeah, maybe there was only one physical person standing in front of the fashionista, but don’t let that fool you. And both had entirely differing answers to Junko’s question.
The body which held both opinions also held a generally amused look. The first opinion clearly dominated it’s actions, and was thus granted the privilege of normal speech. "I’ll say, y’certainly have some flare to you! Y’not just another dull face on some preppy-ass magazine." The second opinion didn’t quite hold the same fascination. In fact, it was more in the mood for insults. And while the body’s lips failed to respond to his speech, deeply intonated words still emanated from around it’s head. "Please, I wouldn’t wipe my fucking ass with that poster. Where do you take your fashion tips from? Japanese cartoons?" It also failed to realize that the girl was, in fact, a Japanese gyaru.
The girl was pleased in the reaction, however Junko was more focused on the boys eyes. The heterochromatic spectrum has always held the fahsionista's upmost interest. And such a predominant form was right in front of her; how badly she wanted those eyes in bottles on her nightstand.
"I find your compliment to be true, yet flattering." The girl mused, unaware of the horrible comment residing under the mans skin.
"I have a compliment for you as well. It goes like this: the two bodies inhabiting your skull are quite infatuating." The mastermind purred this without a second thought, unaware of how true this reigned. "Did you know heterochromia is on the rise? Not so much in numbers, but in fashion trends. You could make a lot of money with your eyes alone,"
-
"No, I can get a car quite easily. Unless you want a cheap van, but I can get us a great car as well. Though I’m not a big fan of them."
☤ » Komaeda preferred to walk more then anything. He didn’t like to use his money on things, despite that he had a whole lot of it. It just didn’t feel right to use the money on things that he could just do on his own. Walking was one of them, he can walk through the snow, the rain… he had legs may as well use them till they stop working.
☤ » Putting hand to his chin, he smiled a bit to himself. This idea was going to end well. He hoped so, at least. Junko could learn to love the idea of hope, it would be pleasant to know that something like him could change such a despair-filled heart to hope. It made him feel just a bit better about himself.
☤ » Trash like him…
"I would never have imagined that I could be the one helping you, Junko. Even though the past suggests otherwise, I’m sure the hope-filled future that lies ahead of us can change all that."
Junko nearly forgot how rich the luckster was. That luck cycle would have been horribly overpowered, if it wasn't for its horrible consequences. If the girl was lucky enough, maybe Komaeda's luck cycle will turn onto its bad side in the time she acquaints him.
"You're different from Naegi, in the sense that you aren't so boring to listen to. Maybe it's your interesting speech pattern that has kept my ears keen, and finally persuaded my heart into hope."
Komaeda was a lot more interesting to talk with, any conversations with Naegi were just average. As a bonus, if the boys self-esteem was particularly low on a given day, it wouldn't be overly difficult to manipulate him.
"I'm guessing you have a preference for the car we purchase? Boys are, after all, genetically more inclined towards having an interest in those types of things."
-
He simply ignores the girl. They are in the middle of a fucking street,this is definitely not the place to be shouting at each other,or anything along those lines. Her intentions were obviously obvious,and just irritating him to no end. So,he will spend the rest of this odd journey trying his best to ignore her. Why not? Until they’re at a safe place,he says nothing. And after that,he still doesn’t say a single word,he just follows the mastermind. This could just end in an interesting way,he’d hope so at least.
So he wasn't moving. Or talking for that matter. Worst case scenario. Komaeda seemed to excel at disappointing the fashionista with his unwillingness to cooperate in her games, no matter how small of satisfaction it would give her. Junko didn't move either, this was more so a test of pride at this point. During those painfully long minutes of silence, the girl stole a few glances at the luckster, only to find each time he wanted nothing to do with her. Perfect. He was making her work extra hard today.
"Oh look, we're here! Time really flies when you're super boring. Maybe your silence will aid us in our fishing endeavors, but I have a feeling our fish friends would appreciate it if someone sang to them, just once. It must be so lonely to be surrounded by people that never dare to utter a word."
6 newcomers have dared cross your path
Despite Junko’s strict policy of ‘no talking to peasants’, it didn’t stop her talking to the, well, peasants. Although it did prevent her from being truthful to them. Her only gain from a conversation with the lower class was to have her way with them. And it wasn’t too hard, either.
"Yo, you’ve got a pretty face. If you haven’t guessed it already, I’m Junko Ensohima, the super high school level fashion gyaru. You’ve seen me in magazines, yeah? I could totally book you a gig with me."
This exact phrase wasn’t too uncommon for the fashionista to spew out at any given stranger on the street corner, despite their looks. And this particular person was no exception.
[[ queenofmilktea, shslgamemaker, little-miss-akane, cynthiaandsamus, boredwiththeworld, hotbrotherdaiya ]]
Iric stopped when the fashion gyaru spoke to him, he raised and eyebrow before replying “Uh.. Thanks? Wait.. Who? You don’t sound familar.” Iric said, honestly he never really even looks at magazines so he has no idea who this is, this might just be some kind of weird prank actually..
"Who? Me! Me of course! Me being Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate fashion gyaru!" Junko waited for a look of recognition to pass over the boys face, but alas his stare remained painfully blank. Rolling her eyes, the fashionista walked over to the person in front of her, in fact walking a little too close. Kneeling down so her face was directly in front of his, the mastermind pulled down on the skin below her eye and stared directly into the boys face.
"Don't you recognize these gorgeous blue eyes? Only two people have eyes this stunning, and I'm one of them."
((Maineflame99))
-
Staring intently at the man before her, Junko never blinked. Although her eyes watered and her arms ached, she had to keep her form. Losing sight of the boy for a second, the blonde almost loosened her limbs until he came back into view, much closer than before. Jumping slightly at the sudden movement, the fashionista was now more determined than ever to keep her place. Bearing the boy’s loud announcement, Junko continued to look on with a fixated stare. Although this interaction seemed to be going nowhere, even as the other held out his autograph to her. Dropping her limbs, the girl prodded a sharpened nail at the signature.
"You’re not a black star, you fool. Your hair is clearly blue." The fashionista waved her finger disapprovingly, disappointed as a fashion gyaru this boy could not decipher such simple colors from one another.
Black★ Star’s lips quirked up in that all too familiar grin, as he rolled his eyes, parting his lips to allow a sight to escape. It was then that he gave a slight shake of his head, allowing a few of the teal strands to fall across his visage. For it was not the first time this comment had been brought up, and though he skipped class often and did not make it a habit to learn unnecessary material he had long ago found a retort befitting this situation.
★
“Actually my hair is every color but blue, since you only see the color of what the item or clothing, or something is that’s science so technically claiming the name Black★ Star would be much smarter than ‘blue star’.” Lips now coiling into a smirk, and eyes now losing their amusement as his words came out practice and monotonous something unusual for the star. However the true key piece of information was his lack of interest in the girl the way his eyes frequently found themselves wandering to the surroundings, the clouds, her clothing, her rosebud- shaking himself from his reverie he quickly returned his attention to her… well the entirety of her.
★
His brow arching in question as he awaited her to continue, or was it time for him to take his leave, and in the way he was already turning as if dismissed was anything to go off of. He was all but ready to show the rest of the world how big a star he was as he had deemed he’d wasted enough time here.. that is unless this female still presented some ace some joker or ever a queen to throw into their little game.
This wasn't making any sense. As much as Junko replayed the boys description of his hair colour in her head, the fashionista could simply make no sense of it. Every color but blue? His hair was very clearly blue though! If you stretched the truth, it could possibly pass as an obscure shade of green... but even then people would have a hard time buying that.
The mastermind's mind worked furiously, searching through everything about color theory she has learned up to this very moment. Junko could not be bothered with the boys lingering gaze, she was determined to make sense of his utter bologna. The girl nearly missed his presence departing; something that was far more important than decoding his nonsense. The fashionista was not finished with such a character.
"Where are you going? Do you have more important people to meet than me? I find that possibility highly unlikely; I am the most important girl around here. And what man doesn't like speaking with important girls? The answer is no man, so who do you think you are?" Junko jumped in front of Black star, putting her hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.
-
“ No. Not really, anyway. They’re just… there. "
“ I don’t see how they’re so appealing, though… “
"Oh, appealing they are! You can think of them as one of the 7 wonders of the beauty industry. If they aren't makeup or moles, it's a complete mystery! It must also mean you are quite the mysterious girl yourself."
6 newcomers have dared cross your path
-
"It is not hard to know who you are, given we study in the same school and visit almost the same places." Celestia said in a sarcastic tone. Truth be said, she never saw Enoshima in any magazine because the magazines Celestia read were way different.
A look of suspicion crossed the gambler’s countenance like a shadow. Despite her words, It was odd to see the gyaru talking to her. Usually their fashion tastes meant they wouldn’t even say hi to each other on the hallways. “Never the less, I am grateful for your compliment. You do have a beautiful face as well.”
Of course the gambler was far too intelligent to fall for Junko's simple rouse. The mastermind observed as much in the past. However that did not excuse Celestia's tone of voice. Well... what could have been expected? This was a rather sudden introduction, seeing as they tended to avoid each other.
"I am quite aware of how superior my beauty is in comparison to the average pedestrian, but nonetheless your acknowledgement of such is welcome." Junko repositioned the weight in her feet, observing the girl before her.
"So what brings you out here? I'm afraid the sun could burn up your precious skin."