#despairharmony

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despairharmony replied to your post “How do you feel about grass?”

eat the grass, amami-kun!

» dirt >>>>>>>>>>>> grass ngl

[kounkibou]

@despairharmony​ liked for a starter

          “Tsumiki-san, what are you doing here by yourself?”

     He leaned over her and rocked back on his heels. Nagito hadn’t expected to find her tucked into a corner like this. He knew she was a bit delicate so perhaps something had upset her. If she needed space, he would leave her alone. However, he had a feeling that something had happened. If nothing else, he was good at complimenting his talented classmates.

     Besides, this was where he usually came to sulk. Finding someone else there was...surprising.

          “Is everything all right?”

[hopeexe1]

Starter for @despairharmony​

The skies were clogged with noxious fumes, staining the world a sickly red - blocking the sun, and strangling all but the hardiest of wildlife.  Areas that were once bustling with metropolitan activity were now silent, save for the occasional air raid siren; the sound of helicopters overhead; the growl of a wild dog, or the choking, restricted wheeze of a survivor.  

What the world had begun to call ‘The Tragedy’ had spread out with greasy black tendrils, choking the life from everything it touched.... and at the head of this man-made catastrophe were the Remnants of Despair.

Despite breathing noxious, smoggy air; despite sleeping on tattered remains and eating whatever could be scrounged up, Hiyoko Saionji considered it a paradise.  It was the world Junko Enoshima envisioned, after all.

She was brilliant: a visionary; a goddess that walked on earth.  Beautiful and cunning.  She had taught Hiyoko a new way of life - a way to live that made her complete... made her invincible.

So complete was her despair that even though her heart ached at the loss of her mentor; her idol - even though the death of Enoshima left a hole that could never be filled, she still considered this world a paradise.  Such was Enoshima’s love; her gift to them all.  Despair protected them.

Nothing could hurt them.  Nothing could break them.  They were already broken.

...

The sound of wooden sandals on hard, cracked flooring rings out through an empty hall.  The hospitals were flooded when the tragedy first started.  Soon, supplies ran out, and they were evacuated one by one.  Eventually, the only places that offered adequate medical services to survivors were officially sanctioned mobile camps run by the Future Foundation.

... those losers at the Future Foundation.  Eggheads in their ivory tower.  Always thinking they know what’s best... thinking they’re better than everyone else.

“I hope teacher tears that place apart from the inside...”

She glides down the hall, kimono fluttering behind her, eyes glancing here and there.  She saw something from outside that drew her in to the run-down hospital.  A familiar silhouette... swaying unevenly, like a trash bag caught in the breeze...

[thedemonofmusic-blog]

once again, ibuki found herself heading towards the nurses office. ever since a certain student, who happened to work there, had so gently taken care of ibuki when she sprained her wrist, ibuki seemed to get hurt more and more often. sometimes she’d even get “injured” twice in one day.

as the musician skipped into the office, she announced her arrival with a shout, “heyyyy, mikan-chan! ibuki’s back! this time she got a big sliver in her knee.” as she relayed her newest wound, her face melted into a pout, trying to win the sympathy of the poor girl she kept pestering. “it really really hurts, and ibuki needs an expert nurse to remove it!” with that, she hopped onto the nearest bed and held her knee close to her chest to show off the menacing piece of wood.

@despairharmony​

[emortem]

‘ touch id is pissing me off. ‘try again’ the fuck? it’s me with a lil chicken grease. ’ /from kaede!

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“…you’re not very good with technology, are you, akamatsu?” it’s one of maki’s usual biting comments, said with the usual amount of acid. she scrutinizes akamatsu levelly, her mouth curving downward in a frown. it almost seems as if she’s going to add yet another rude retort… but then she starts digging around in her backpack.

after a few seconds, she pulls something out and offers it to the pianist.

“here.”

it’s a wet wipe. trust the “ultimate child caregiver” to have something like this on her at all times. kids are gross, after all!

[triggertruth-a]

@despairharmony  //  mahiru.

mahiru has had a very long and very tiring day. she’d spent most of it with hiyoko, who is nice and all, but has some surprisingly violent tendencies. and ibuki caught her later, asking if she could listen to a sample of her newest song, and then… komaeda had intercepted her… and now she’s exhausted. so when she enters the restaurant looking for something to eat and she sees… mikan, looking like that, she tries hard to suppress a sigh. 

it’s just one of those days, and the last thing the nurse needs is anything that looks like someone isn’t happy to see her.

“mikan-chan…” and her voice is almost playful, like she’s trying to convince a child to do something they don’t want to do, “do you… need any help getting up?” a soft, nervous laugh. “geez… you’re lucky it was me that came in, and not one of the boys.” unless… no, mikan wouldn’t actually want to be caught in such a compromising position… right?

[ultimctepoet]

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        ❝ Honestly... ❞

   Nazumi inspected the other’s face, heterochromic eyes wandering over    every detail, as someone who’s an expert on makeup && beauty, her    opinion on looks meant a lot to certain people, she’s a very honest &&    blunt person when it comes to this, but right now...

        ❝ -- I wouldn’t change a thing about you !! Your skin is so fair            && brings out your eyes, your lips are a lovely light pink            shade, && your nails !! Ah !! Flawless !! ❞

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