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its what she deserves
i never posted this for some reason??? but a drpg aesthetic board for @dismei‘s priscilla harte, shsl ballerina!
ahh vincent and jill o vo
Who’s the messiest one: Both of them are impeccably neat, but given enough time I’m sure Jill will find something she can ‘kindly’ point out to her mortician.
Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: These two turn chaste hand holding into an art form.
Who’s the funniest drunk: Vincent, but only to Jill cause he’s probably one of those clingy pathetic drunks.
Who texts the most: Vincent, but only when Jill’s in the middle of some important oracle stuff.
Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Vincent, damn hipster trash.
Who reads the most: Jill.
Who’s better with kids: Jill, barely.
Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: Jill, but only after Vincent tries to and fucks everything up.
Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Well, it’s probably not a hobby but Vincent does probably run into a lot of dicks that need snapping in his mortician job so. There’s that.
Who cooks and who cleans up: Jill cooks, then guilts Vincent into cleaning up. It’s routine by now.
∩ (any dangan ronpa OCs you have)
I’ll do a simple one that I can think of off the top of my head.
Priscilla’s afraid of really big dogs like mastiffs and rottweilers and basically anything bigger than, say, a medium sized dog like a border collie. Mostly cause one her neighbors she used to have growing up had these big scary dogs that always barked and were fairly unruly. she was always afraid of getting bitten, and she still kinda is around really big dogs oxo
She adores papillon dogs tho, she always wanted to own one when she grew up. she loves their cute ears >w<
Vincent "Vincenzo" Bearer
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY
prettyboy with long white hair and he wears nice clothes that’s like fifteen things i like in my anime boys hubba hubba get over here you prissy little diva
come to my harem and i will make you a princess
Much like a certain someone, I decided to try voice-acting my Dangan Ronpa OC, Amber Callahan.
transcript:
"Um... excuse me, but, uh, I think, I can explain, most of the stuff, except for a few things, like the clothes..." She cleared her throat, and began to speak, her speech surprisingly less halting and conflicted than it normally was. "To begin with, Olivia, first started up the, uh, washers. Because, well, who would have that many clothes, to fill all the washers, other than a Super High School Level Vogue? But, uh, she made the necessary preparations, and, with the knife, in her purse, she pulled, her trick on Friederike. Once, inside, she waited for Friederike to go to sleep and then hid in the bathroom, waiting for her to, um, come in, so she could kill her." "But that wasn't, what happened." "Instead, Damon, opened the door, and she had no choice but to attack him, instead. The fight went into, uh, Damon's room, where Olivia killed him. Then, uh, probably panicking, she took Damon's ID, and moved the desk, and opened up the chute, and slid down it. There, she changed, into different clothes, washing the ones she had on because she had blood on, uh, hers. The change of clothes, were probably, um, Priscilla's. Then, she went back upstairs, used the ID, to get back into Damon's room, locked the door behind her, moved the desk back, and put the ID, back into Damon's pocket... but not until, uh, after washing it off, in the bathroom, along with the knife. She, uh, could've washed the whole knife, but it just got bloody, when she...uh... put it back in. Then, keeping the bathroom door, open, I think she, uh, pulled and dragged the shelf back to where it was, closer to the door, and shut the door, and then went back... wait, uh. Well, okay, she would've had to have changed out of her clothes, first, before the murder, because she was in the clothes, she was in, last night, right? So, uh, she changed into her clothes, put the other clothes down the chute, then returned to Friederike's room." She paused for a moment. "And it's uh, possible, that there's a time gap, between the first, and second, parts, because the knife and ID, were still wet. So she must've went back not long before, uh, the morning announcement." "I'm still not sure about some things, like, uh, the clothes in question, or the shelf, or the bottle, but, I know Olivia handled the bottle at some point, because it has, scratches on it, which seems to be her, um, nervous tic." She looked around at everyone sheepishly. "Does that, um, sound about right...?"
Sometimes I feel really really bad for what I do to the characters in DRPG. It's like, man, give these kids a break
drpg cah more like holy shit