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i still wonder why they live like this.
indie, semi-selective danganronpa OC blog with multiple verses available. welcome to crossovers and non-fandom OCs. please look at my rules and trigger warnings pages prior to following. if you're on mobile, here's a carrd so you aren't left out.
// so i saw that nintendo direct,
gonna redo this blog for an eventual return to rp
// also i made this. for funsies.
Oh. That look. They do not like that look.
Well, too late to backtrack. They made their bed, time to lie in it. Even if it means getting pelted with snowballs.
“I don’t need checked on! You need checked on!” They’re just tossing whatever they can get their hands on now, not even bothering to pack the snow together and just chucking loose handfuls of it in her direction. No time to think, just throw, throw, throw.
She does make sure that the snowballs she throws at Yukiko weren't too packed, but she stopped holding back when it came to accuracy, dodging, and just how many she was throwing, granted that the need to throw them fast at least made sure that she barely had to think about them not being too hard.
While she was still slightly annoyed, a small smile could be seen on her face as she kept playing this game with them. Well, if she had to play this game indefinitely, she was at least having quite a bit of fun with it.
After a few more minutes of ducking and dodging while still getting pelted, they find themselves more out of breath than usual. Each heave of their chest makes a small white cloud of steam, their cheeks flushing red with exertion. They throw another, and another. They don’t want to stop, don’t want to rest. They may never get this chance again!
They only pause to breathe when a snowball to their face knocks them on their ass, and they sit there a moment, slightly stunned. They’re breathing heavily by now, and when they finally shove themselves to their feet again, they’re more off-balance than usual, packing snow in their hands shakily. They reel back and toss, only for it to land with a splat not two feet away. Finally, they hunch over a bit.
“... Maybe we can just lie down for a bit?” They finally cave, peeking at her through their bangs.
“I know lots of grown-up words.” They’re half tempted to start listing them, but usually adults get upset when they do that and they really need this guy to fix their hair. They can’t imagine being seen in public with their hair down. The world would probably end or something.
They don’t like the idea of him taking the other one out, but they know it’s probably the easiest and quickest way to get this over with. “... Fine.” They grumble. “But no cutting it. Just brushing and then putting it back how it goes.” They’re very adamant about that, it seems.
"Yeah? Well, grown-up words are called that for a reason, but I guess, in certain circumstances, it would be alright for you to use them." He smiles softly, only taking the other's other scrunchie out when given permission.
"I'll be fast, okay kiddo? I promise. And I'll make sure to get it perfect for you, I even have some candy if you want after?"
They shift uncomfortably in the chair, eyeing him in the mirror suspiciously. “... No candy. Just hurry up and fix it.” Folding their arms over their chest with a huff, it’s clear they’re growing impatient. They would like to get this over with as quickly as possible - they hate having others touch their hair, especially strangers. They’re only doing this out of convenience.
“... please.” They make sure to tack that on at the end in a meek voice. They may be impatient, but they don’t like being rude.
// happy pride month! this child is nonbinary and they WILL bite you for fun <33
// hey, since i'm a little bitch with social anxiety who needs explicit permission before i can convince myself i'm not bothering people, i'm gonna go ahead and ask you to like this post if i can reach out to you via dms to plot/chitchat abt possibly rping together!
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pick my muse up!
* how it works: person who sends it is the one doing the picking up. add on a little “+“ to reverse! click on the “x” for reference photos! bonus: explain why.
💪 - over the shoulder. ❂ - piggyback. 💬 - on the shoulders. ▤ - head on shoulder. ( x. ) ☂ - bridal style.
42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
Yukiko's would probably be something like Why Junko Should Like Me More and Take Me To Do Cool Stuff With Her or some similarly Junko-related thing.
Yuu's is almost 100% about marine life, specifically whatever terrifying deep sea creature they're currently hyperfixated on. Probably titled something like why i should be allowed to keep a blobfish as a pet. (they are presenting this to the adults in an attempt to convince them this is both a reasonable and possible request to fulfill.)
Hinata would panic if not given a topic. How do you expect him to choose one. There are so many. He's having a breakdown in the bathroom because he was asked to make a choice. Look what you did.
“No glitter,” They huff, like they’re annoyed with him for even suggesting it. “Glitter’s all tacky and fugly and I can never get it out.”
They climb onto the chair with a bit of effort, sitting down with a soft grunt and handing him the scrunchy. It’s very clear that this is their favorite set - it’s old with fraying threads, and it’s probably never been washed in its entire existence. Is that a spaghetti stain?
“I just want them even and pretty.” They tell him, pausing for a moment before tacking on a quick, “Please.”
"Fugly huh? That's quite a word for a little one like you, but okay, no glitter." He chuckles a bit, smiling softly as he carefully takes the scrunchie from them.
He hums softly, grabbing a hairbrush from his station. "Do you mind if I take your other one out? So I can brush your hair and do my best to get it perfectly even for you?" He doesn't say a word about the stains on it, not wanting to upset the child.
“I know lots of grown-up words.” They’re half tempted to start listing them, but usually adults get upset when they do that and they really need this guy to fix their hair. They can’t imagine being seen in public with their hair down. The world would probably end or something.
They don’t like the idea of him taking the other one out, but they know it’s probably the easiest and quickest way to get this over with. “... Fine.” They grumble. “But no cutting it. Just brushing and then putting it back how it goes.” They’re very adamant about that, it seems.
WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS
What’s the lie your character says most often?
How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?
How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?
What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?
Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?
What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?
What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?
How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?
Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?
What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?
If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?
What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!
When do they fake a smile? How often?
How do they put out a candle?
What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?
What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?
What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?
Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?
What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?
Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?
What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?
What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?
Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?
What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?
How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?
What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?
What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?
How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?
When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?
When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?
If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?
How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?
How do they greet someone they like / love?
What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?
Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?
What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?
What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?
Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?
How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?
What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?
If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?
What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?
What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?
Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?
Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?
Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?
Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?
What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?
What’s a phrase they say a lot?
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
Who would / do they believe without question?
What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?
What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?
If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?
How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?
They come in looking upset, carrying one scrunchy in their hand. Their hair is a mess, with only one pigtail remaining, the other half of their thick red hair hanging loosely around their shoulders. Their eyes are teary, but they wipe them with the back of their hand before speaking to the boy that approached them.
“Can you put my hair back up, please?” They hold out the soft, well-used scrunchy. “It… fell out, and I can’t do it myself without a mirror.”
They spent ages on their hair in the morning, tying and re-tying it so the twin tails would be even. They wanted it to be perfect. It was clearly very important to them, and having their hair so messed up was making them visibly distraught.
He smiles softly at the child, listening to their plea before nodding, slowly standing up. "No need to cry, little one, my name's Yuugo, and I'll help you, okay? Why don't you come sit in my chair, I'll even brush your hair for you if you want."
Yuugo hums out, putting a booster on the seat so the child wouldn't be too low. "You want it in two ponys? I can even use some glitter?"
“No glitter,” They huff, like they’re annoyed with him for even suggesting it. “Glitter’s all tacky and fugly and I can never get it out.”
They climb onto the chair with a bit of effort, sitting down with a soft grunt and handing him the scrunchy. It’s very clear that this is their favorite set - it’s old with fraying threads, and it’s probably never been washed in its entire existence. Is that a spaghetti stain?
“I just want them even and pretty.” They tell him, pausing for a moment before tacking on a quick, “Please.”
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Yuugo was just cleaning around the salon, listening to music through his headphones when he hears the bell of the door ring. Turning to greet the possible client, his eyes widen when he sees someone who seems much younger than himself.
He crouches down a bit to be on their level, a soft smile on his face. “Hey kiddo, what’s got you in my neck of the woods? Would you like your hair done?“
They come in looking upset, carrying one scrunchy in their hand. Their hair is a mess, with only one pigtail remaining, the other half of their thick red hair hanging loosely around their shoulders. Their eyes are teary, but they wipe them with the back of their hand before speaking to the boy that approached them.
“Can you put my hair back up, please?” They hold out the soft, well-used scrunchy. “It… fell out, and I can’t do it myself without a mirror.”
They spent ages on their hair in the morning, tying and re-tying it so the twin tails would be even. They wanted it to be perfect. It was clearly very important to them, and having their hair so messed up was making them visibly distraught.
They breathed heavily, stumbling to a half when the torrent of snow finally stopped. Their back ached from all the ducking and dodging, but that was fine - nothing they couldn’t handle. Their eyes snapped up, a look of defiance shining through at the mere mention of stopping.
“Nuh-uh! You’re the one who needs a break, you old hag!” They snap back, and though they mean for it to sound playful, there’s a bite in their tone that wasn’t there before. They don’t want to stop. When’s the next time she’ll let them play like this again? They want it to last as long as they can drag it out!
They bend down to scoop up more snow, packing it together in their hands. “Or are you just scared ‘cause I was winning?”
A flat look appears on her face. Something about it rubbed her the wrong way, but she didn't really take it to heart. After listening to Junko for most of her life and time with Fenrir, simple insults weren't something that phased her, especially not when coming from a kid.
"Just keeping check on you," she says, making sure to dodge the next few ones that they threw. Mukuro wondered if it would be a good idea to try something sneaky... maybe knocking down a large amount of the softer snow on top of them, but she was a little weary of the idea given that if she miscalculated the weight of it, she could seriously hurt them. So instead, she just continued her own assault, making sure to aim a bit better than she had been before.
Oh. That look. They do not like that look.
Well, too late to backtrack. They made their bed, time to lie in it. Even if it means getting pelted with snowballs.
“I don’t need checked on! You need checked on!” They’re just tossing whatever they can get their hands on now, not even bothering to pack the snow together and just chucking loose handfuls of it in her direction. No time to think, just throw, throw, throw.
🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life. ❜ ❛ umm, is this seat taken ? ❜ ❛ don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe. ❜ ❛ my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home. ❜ ❛ i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to. ❜ ❛ can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? ❜ ❛ are you always this straightforward with strangers ? ❜ ❛ here, i noticed you lost this earlier. ❜ ❛ i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else. ❜ ❛ so, what brings you here today ? ❜ ❛ hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you. ❜ ❛ you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ? ❜ ❛ can’t you watch where you are going ?! ❜ ❛ i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now. ❜ ❛ oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ? ❜ ❛ here, let me help you. ❜ ❛ is there a reasons you’re here on your own ? ❜ ❛ apparently we’re going to be working on this together now. ❜ ❛ you look like you could use a hand with that. ❜ ❛ what do people around here do to have some fun ? ❜ ❛ looks like this will take a while, huh ? ❜ ❛ oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself. ❜ ❛ excuse me, i think i’m lost. ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit. ❜ ❛ do you come here often ? ❜ ❛ do you mind if i join you for a bit ? ❜ ❛ you looked lonely so i got you a drink. ❜ ❛ i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name]. ❜ ❛ what the hell just happened there ? ❜ ❛ have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it. ❜ ❛ can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here. ❜ ❛ seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. ❜ ❛ come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent. ❜ ❛ i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright. ❜ ❛ i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ? ❜ ❛ you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ? ❜ ❛ we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ? ❜ ❛ i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it. ❜ ❛ i think our orders may have gotten mixed up. ❜ ❛ do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ? ❜
Hinata has... a few memories about his mom.
He wouldn't really call them 'memories', more like faint, vague sensations that he thinks might have something to do with her. He doesn't talk about them. Not out of fear or sorrow, but out of a genuine lack of anything to say at all. It's hard to form an opinion about someone you no longer know.
Maybe he should feel sad about that, but he just... doesn't.
