Pink is Very Punk Rock

Independent multi-muse Dangan Ronpa OC blog for the SHSL Dog Groomer and Flower Arranger.

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

Time for work and I only ended up getting to one reply. Ahh. After work I'll do the rest. Be back in a little while you guys~

[itsmoonpeaches]

Visit Original Link

Into the Unknown from Over the Garden Wall

Led through the mist, By the milk-light of moon, All that was lost, is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, But where have we come, and where shall we end? If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend?

Oh how the gentle wind, Beckons through the leaves, As autumn colors fall… Dancing in a swirl of golden memories, The loveliest lies of all.

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

when did i get so good at lineart? this is turning out so much better than i ever dared to hope

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

oh my god im in  too deep. it’s just.

-goes onto marco’s blog to reblog the thread i owe-

-seed the background-

"Marco you precious asshole you’re too cute stop it."

I literally said that out loud. someone stop me before it’s too late. 

[shsldmmarco-retired-deactivated]

Its too late! -evil laugh-

[roleplayersmemes]

Send me a "ø" and I'll generate a number, your muse will receive one of the following from mine:

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

A confession.

A lengthy lecture.

My muse for two nights.

A night time cuddle coupon.

A gift.

A strip tease.

A passionate kiss.

A nose kiss.

One day where they can do whatever they want to my muse.

A date.

A romantic night out.

A girl’s/boy’s night out.

My muse has to live out one fantasy for your muse.

A hot make out session.

A drink at the bar.

A dinner made by my muse.

A free trip to a carnival with my muse.

[swingsetindecember]

i wish more people said that being single is normal

and you’re not going to meet and marry someone

and that’s fine

and if marriage happens, it happens. and it’s not the next big ticket to check off in life’s checklist

because not everyone meets someone they want to marry. and that’s normal

you’re not broken or unfulfilled if you are single

[rider-waitedeactiveted00000-blog]

I Was Gonna Reblog That Post But Your Guilt Tripping Comments Made Me Scroll Down To Spite You: an autobiography 

[shsldmmarco-retired-deactivated]

☃ -Love, Isaac.

☃ =Our Muses building a snowman together.

There was snow as far as the eye could see. though impressive that didnt mean too much, seeing as the bright snow made it hard to see in general. Marco found himself rubbing his eyes with his mittened hands, wondering if he should have worn sunglasses. Nah, if anything they would just wind up on their snowman.

Marco looked down at his box full of various clothing items. He pulled random things out of his closet that he didn’t use anymore, mostly scarves, hats he never wore, and shirts that were too small for him. whatever they didn’t use he could… donate. Or something! He’d figure out the details later.

Like a puppy he waited patiently outside, looking around for Isaac. when he finally spotted him Marco raised a hand and waved frantically.

"Over here!!!"

[shsldmmarco-retired-deactivated]

-

"Of course! I got enough stuff to dress our snowman up and prepare him for battle! No other snowman will be able to stand against him! He shall become the king of all snowmen and rule the city from his throne at hope’s Peak…"

Marco couldn’t help but giggle. Okay, so he didn’t have that much stuff, but he was hellbent on making this snowman the best snowman ever. Now that he thought about it should he go back inside and get one of his foam swords? Mmmm, maybe later.

He stepped forward to try and see what Isaac brought for them to use. “How about you? Manage to find anything neat to use? And didja get the carrot? I forgot to get one…”

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

"He'd better be a kind ruler," Isaac said, swinging his bag over to his front to unzip it and begin digging through his contents. "Otherwise I might just have ta build a brave and noble usurper snowman to take the throne in the name of the people, in the name of freedom. Let's see..." He pushed things aside as he search, listing off what he had. "I have a scarf, a little baggie of dog food we could use to make the mouth... I do have the carrot. I, uh. Had to get Keegan to lift one from the kitchens cause I forgot it til the last minute, too," he chuckled.

"An old collar and a leash, and a couple of the remnants of dog toys," he holds up the tattered remains of a few rope-and-plush toys that some dog had obviously loved on far too harshly. "If we can find a use for them somehow. You're creative, I think you can do it. I think the only thing I'm missing is sticks or somethin to make the arms." He leaned a little to look at Marco's box. "What've you got?"

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

oh my god im in  too deep. it's just.

-goes onto marco's blog to reblog the thread i owe-

-seed the background-

"Marco you precious asshole you're too cute stop it."

I literally said that out loud. someone stop me before it's too late. 

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

goood afternoon everyone

my sister got me sick, lmao. 

or should i say my brother. it all started with him, then went to my sister, now my dad and i have it. 

either way my throat is sore, heh. here's to hoping it clears up soon. imma get to my replies i owe and see if I feel capable of having another thread going

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

i am forcertainly tired. waah. time to do the sleeping thing. good night all. I owe replies, which I'll do tomorrow morning. Or afternoon. Whenever I wake up, heh. See ya then. 

[shsldmmarco-retired-deactivated]

☃ -Love, Isaac.

☃ =Our Muses building a snowman together.

There was snow as far as the eye could see. though impressive that didnt mean too much, seeing as the bright snow made it hard to see in general. Marco found himself rubbing his eyes with his mittened hands, wondering if he should have worn sunglasses. Nah, if anything they would just wind up on their snowman.

Marco looked down at his box full of various clothing items. He pulled random things out of his closet that he didn’t use anymore, mostly scarves, hats he never wore, and shirts that were too small for him. whatever they didn’t use he could… donate. Or something! He’d figure out the details later.

Like a puppy he waited patiently outside, looking around for Isaac. when he finally spotted him Marco raised a hand and waved frantically.

"Over here!!!"

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

If any of his friends other than Marco were to see him as he was, he'd slap himself and then slap them and make them swear to never tell anyone. It would be so embarrassing to admit how excited he looked, running about his dorm room and collecting spare pieces of clothing or accessories and piling them all into a bag, but hell, it'd been years since he'd made a snowman, and he'd be damned if he didn't do it right this time, damn it.  Ok, so he was as excited as a little kid on a snowday to be building a snow man. So what. That didn't make him childish. He could do what he wanted, yeah. Marco would be just as excited. That was why Marco was such a great friend.  Stuffing a spare collar into the bag, he zipped it up, pulling it up over his shoulder and heading out of his dorm room, down the hall, and into the cold, crisp, bright air. He could see his breath in front of him, but he had to actually consciously make himself walk at a normal pace, to not jog to where he was to meet Marco. When he finally caught sight of the waving boy, he waved back, grinning. "Hey! So didja bring plenty of stuff ta dress up our snowman? Can't have him standin' out here naked. That'd be inappropriate."

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me a symbol for a Holiday starter!

✽ =Our Muses are out walking in a light snowfall.

♬ =Our Muses out caroling.

【♥】= Our Muses sharing a mistletoe kiss.

☃ =Our Muses building a snowman together.

☤ =My Muse being stuck in the hospital for Christmas.

☤Ⓤ =Your Muse being stuck in the hospital for Christmas.

▲ =Our Muses decorating the tree.

╰❉ =Our Muses having a snowball fight.

⇚ ⇛ =Our Muses breaking up on Christmas Day.

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

here's the sketch of bradley if anyone wanted to see it

fullview to see in all its glory

i may or may not line and color this. maybe tomorrow. 

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

I have drawn the cutest picture of bradley i've done in a long time but its on lined notebook paper. 

FML

[ultimatethief]

"... Wow."

A Tall, lean looking man passes Issac as he walks down the hall to Keegan’s small apartment. He looks mean and smells of something familiar. Something like medication. You shouldn’t pay much attention to his nobody.

~~~~~~~~~~ 

TW: implied sexual abuse

Keegan couldn’t think, couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He just wanted all the noise in his brain to stop. He pulled at the cuffs that where holding him to his old bedpost, failing to get himself loose. Keegan could hear his dogs barking in the nearby closet of his small room and it was starting to give him a migraine.

"J-Just hold on-…Hold on, g-guys." He whispered towards the sounds, trying to calm them down. He didn’t want anyone coming back to quiet them.

His small apartment was a mess when you first walked in. Everything that had a place was thrown around the floor with little care to if it broke. His couch was shredded and from the small living room Issac would be able to hear the quiet clanking of the cuffs against the bed frame and Keegan hushing his dogs.

Keegan flinched as the door to his room was opened and he tried his best to curl in on his mostly naked form, falling silent, save for the heavy breathing raking from his lungs.

Keegan was a mess himself. His clothes where scattered around the room except his white tank, it was pushed up Keegan’s chest, not covering anything. He seemed to have a few fresh bruises on his lower legs and along his hips. There was a note messily scrawled on the corner of his bed.

Poor little Keegan.

[ultimatethief]

-

Keegan went silent when Issac scolded him and on instinct, pulled tighter on the cuffs. He was trying desperately to calm down his breathing as he quietly shook. His eyes stayed closed as he opened up his raw hands.

"G-give them to me…" He whimpered and pulled in a shaky breath. Holding it in his chest. Silently praying for this to all be over.

"P-please…."

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

Isaac felt like a vampire, because the way Keegan flinched at his voice drove a stake through his heart. He swallowed thickly. "To you?" he asked, confused. Keegan looked hardly like he was in any position- figuratively and literally- to unlock his own handcuffs... but what could Isaac do...? He handed them over, cupping Keegan's hands in one of his own and closing Keegan's fingers around the instruments, making sure he had a firm grip on them before he pulled away, eyes wide with silent anxiety.

[shslpastelpunks-blog]

home from work and i have a headache, bleh unu

but it was a good night nonetheless i guess. busy but good. 

anybody wanna thread?