Misfortune is my game

ROLEPLAYS WILL HAVE SPOILERS mun is 20, NSFW only with of age Independent Komaeda Nagito RPer

[misfortxne]

{Realizing how unorganized my icon folder is and how old this blog is--wow}

[thatjunkoenoshimagirl-blog]

Linka Is this what Junkomaeda does to me

[caskitsune]

論 | 。 / あおきしずみ ※Permission was granted by the artist to upload their works.

[magicstraw-deactivated20210114]

Cel-Shaded Commission for DebuLover of Junko Enoshima from DanganRonpa

[misfortxne]

{So anyone here wanna start some sort of rp?

[nagito-nagisa]

[kazissimo-deactivated20230702]

stellar…

[peargenji]

junko commission for tummyasahina !

[jenoshima0]

*Enoshima heard Komaeda's voice, so she turned her head to face him.*

"Komaeda-senpai!  It's so good to see you again!"

[misfortxne]

"Ah--Yeah the same could be said about you." was that the truth? Well, more so he was a bit intimidated by her, maybe even afraid. But that was besides the point.

"What happened?"

[jenoshima0]

*Enoshima was lying on the ground outside of Hope’s Peak Academy, bored out of her mind.  Ever since that stupid greyface caused her to grow into a giantess while she was inside the Academy, she just had no clue of what to do.  So, she fidgeted with her hair until something would happen to catch her interest.*

[misfortxne]

Okay, this was a shocker. The misfortune filled male stared ahead seeing something that was much different. It was Junko but.. Very different. Should he ignore her? Maybe. But how could one ignore that. So he decided to instead call out to her, in hopes to say hello.

"Junko!"

[misfortxne]

What the hell happened here? It looks like a mess..

Of course, whenever something looked terrible, a mess, or different, Komaeda's first thought was that it had to be Junko's doing. This time it was probably correct in a sense. Hope's Peak Academy was in Ruins, but for what reason he wasn't quite sure. All he really knew was she was out there, alive somewhere.

He also had no idea she was a bit 'differrent' in size.

[misfortxne]

(comes in but is eating a sandwich) hello, I am here to say I'm really glad I met you and that we became friends. I know I'm shit at talking and I probably don't see like I care a lot but I do. I'm just a poopy person socially. I care a lot about you and I'm so thankful for you. You're sweet and so nice to me, I'm glad we have a lot in common. I hope you have a great New Year and maybe I'll stop being a turd and actually do more stuff with you.

{This really did mean a lot , I mean yeah this blog is kinda dead at the moment as much as I want to come back as Komaeda, but that's besides the point. I'm glad, and trust me I know you care. My new year wasn't the best but this message really did help. Trust me, I love that we have tons in common too.

[misfortxne]

{I really need to make a come back here, but I need some followers to rp with}

[komaeda-no-pantsu]

[x]

[misfortxne]

 【✗】❝ I wonder what everyone has been up to. It's actually been a while since I've seen anyone, even Hinata. ❞

[misfortxne]

"Well I don’t know.. You’re always talking about despair and harming people. But I really don’t want to die . Wouldn’t the ultimate way to bring despair onto someone is.. Well forcefully doing whatever you want with someone? Like me?” Komaeda asked tilting his head. Honestly he had no idea what he should say.

"Though I do admit.. You look great being so—huge So yes."

[ask-junkothefashionista]

“What? Like causing over two thousand people to commit a mass suicide? Been there done that. The best way seem to be tricking someone into think you care about them, and then ripping their heart out.” She replies, crossing her arms over chest and sighing. “I always look fabulous, I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

[misfortxne]

"The problem with that plan Junko is that ripping out and pretending to care doesn't phase me anymore. I've had far worse happen to me that the only thing that can ever push me off hope's path is Despair itself. To put it simply. The only sick pleasure I have. Is indulging in what I hate most." Komaeda kept his hands in his pockets before adding.

"So in a sense, I both hate, but admire you, the goddess of desire."

[misfortxne]

"Well you’re right.. But I will admit that I shower every day so it’s not like I’m dirty or anything." The white haired male glanced up at Junko, watching as the building slowly started leaning to the side. Cracking, rubble falling to the ground. People screaming and running away. More ants running away. Of course.. Komaeda was just trying to figure out how to get her on his side.

"C-could you not kill me? Even if I deserve it. I really want to.. I don’t know. Be with you"

[ask-junkothefashionista]

And with that, Enoshima stopped everything just to stare at the boy incredulously. “What.” It wasn’t even said as question, more like some sort of humorous screech from some sort of sitcom. Which was… bad considering her size, it came out much louder than she would’ve thought. “What the fuck, are you serious?” She stooped down, eyeing Komaeda as if he were some alien object.

[misfortxne]

"Well I don't know.. You're always talking about despair and harming people. But I really don't want to die . Wouldn't the ultimate way to bring despair onto someone is.. Well forcefully doing whatever you want with someone? Like me?" Komaeda asked tilting his head. Honestly he had no idea what he should say.

"Though I do admit.. You look great being so--huge So yes."