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#SHOTPUTD : private rp blog for rantaro amami of danganronpa v3 : killing harmony / explored by LIGHTBRINGER ( she&her , 21+ , est ) .
a study in : the loneliness of the mask , survival instincts , martyrization of the victim , kindness as weakness , & having no true place to call home .
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guys… if i made a little group rp server for the lil community here would u guys join… be honest…
come join us here!!
either little too high or little too low, got no self-esteem and vertigo, because she thinks she's made of candy!
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sexual tension prompts.
i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.
[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.
[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.
[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.
[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.
[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.
[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.
[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.
[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.
[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.
[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.
[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.
[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.
[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.
[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.
[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.
[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.
[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.
[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.
[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.
[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.
[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?
[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.
[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.
[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.
[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.
[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.
Symbol meme starters.
Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.
(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.
guys… if i made a little group rp server for the lil community here would u guys join… be honest…
( . . . ) 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 some m a k e u p, 'cause i wanna at least look 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 before you decide to ʞɔnɟ ǝɯ ! ᵒᵇʲᵉᶜᵗᶤᶠᶤᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵉᵛᵃᶰᵍᵉˡᶤᶰᵉ ᵎ
i have my gundham blog from many moons ago... do i do it... do i revive the boy
Sonia continued to smile brightly, but inwardly she felt a tinge of sadness. Selfishly she desired to be seen as herself, not the crown that weighed so heavy upon her head. It was a lot of expectation that came with being the Ultimate Princess. Sometimes she worried the real her paled compared to the pristine visage her position demanded. Deep down – she'd much rather sit watching horror films than sit on a throne. But such luxuries were ones that even someone in her position could not afford.
"Oh gosh, it isn't such a big deal." The striking blue-grey eyes looked downward, slightly embarrassed. Pale cheeks grew flush – as their hands shook. Yet Sonia seemed to perk up because of him using the term radical. Proud that she appeared to use the terminology correctly. “I agree. Anyone who can appreciate my culture is a friend to me. I must bring you some of our traditional chocolate. It is divine!" From what Sonia could infer, Rantaro was well-traveled. It was an admirable quality to express interest in other cultures and places. She felt at ease, as they already had something in common. “Perhaps you would like to join me for dinner? We can tell each other about our travels.” Perhaps she could make a friend; the prospect caused her smile to widen. “I would be most honored.”
it's evident in body language alone that the ultimate princess displays a sense of utmost modesty, hues cast downwards and milky white skin now florid in complexion. it almost seems . . . shameful ? in a sense. was it really all about being humble ? perhaps she had grown tired of having to live up to the expectations of what accompany such a glorious title . . . rantaro can only assume its quite a bit of pressure. he had only received his title by chance ( travel to enough places in a short amount of time and they may just start calling you the 'ultimate adventurer' ) — never truly having to deal with any impossibly high standards with such an abstract title. for sonia, it surely must be different.
"i may be a little biased since i've experienced . . . a lot of cultures, but there's so many things to appreciate in all of them. like, i think it's crazy interesting how there's species that can only thrive in your kingdom, and how heavily they get integrated into your traditions. makangos in particular are — " suddenly, rantaro stops the words in their tracks, light laughter interrupting his own thoughts. "ah, sorry. i don't want my rambling to come off as mansplaining your own country to you. i'm sure you have a lot more to say on the topic than i do." an understatement, perhaps, considering that's the country she's deemed to rule over .
"dinner sounds great though ! my treat, even. consider it a preemptive 'thank you' for the chocolate. plus, it'd be nice if i got to know you too while getting to know your country a little better. i'm sure there's more to you than the crown and title, right ? "
hello feeling less uwu shy because you have all been so lovely BUT THAT BEING SAID i know i have a couple dm’s to answer and things to reply to but i really want to get into stuff for rantaro tomorrow ! consider this an official PLOTTING CALL and full permission to come pester you in the dm’s hehe
i'm not gonna cry anymore. i won't be able to 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 anyone if i ʎɹɔ.
as maligned by evangeline.
despaircrown. a highly selective & mutually exclusive sonia nevermind of the danganronpa franchise. as written by phantom (35 & she/her ). this blog contains spoilers & uses beta editor.
"I do not intend to kill anyone...and I do not intend to be killed easily either!"
uwu want to get things started here but i'm in my shy era
The eccentric dress of the other intrigued the princess. It was then she decided to make her introduction. Perhaps she could use some of the slang – her friends had taught her. “Your dressing style is hella dope!” She could not deny she was a bit jealous of the other’s freedom of expression. Ever constrained by her monarch status, she had an image to maintain for her family. Though sometimes it meant repressing herself to fit the mold of the Ultimate Princess. “I’m Sonia! It is completely radical to make your acquaintance.”
@shotputd ღ
rantaro tilts his head in curiosity as the blonde approaches him, light amusement playing at features as he reaches out a hand in return. it certainly is a first for anyone to describe him as ' hella dope ' , but nonetheless, he accepts the compliment with grace and cordial laughter. "coming from the ultimate princess? i'm honored," he teases, a polite smile growing on pale pink lips. "it's nice to officially meet you, sonia, but i have to be honest, if i didn't know who you were already, i'd be living under a rock," he quips.
"my name's rantaro, and the feeling is just as radical." surprisingly, the grasp she holds on his hand is firm — commanding, even. as if she demands respect without trying. it's off - putting, if only for a moment, as he knows not to judge based off initial impressions alone. "actually, it's a shame we haven't met until now. novoselic is one of the few places i haven't been properly acquainted with. i went there a while back for business, but didn't get a chance to properly experience it. i heard the chocolate is amazing though."
