#modelandidoljunko

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Junko Headcannon

Junko has both demon, god, and human blood in her (mostly human). The traces of demon and god blood in her allows for the girl to keep up with Kuromori’s training. Kuromori also fashions the two guns Junko carries in order to accommodate the mixing of god an demon blood. This also means that Junko is more durable and not as susceptible to holy weapons (less than Kuromori even) or demon weapons.

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Gurren Lagann OP - "Sorairo Days" | ENGLISH ver | AmaLee

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Yu Yu Hakusho OP - "Smile Bomb" | ENGLISH ver | AmaLee

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Closed Starter

@elite-four-dj-beetle

Fingers went through the end of her messy red hair. “Of course I know how to cook” Junko sighs to herself as she glances at the piece of paper in her hand. Crimson eyebrows wrinkled as she reads over the instructions of the cake that she wanted to make. “Um, yeah, this recipe I think is just a bit more complicated than the ones I’m used to” she grumbles as she looks over to the other beside her. Yes, it was a flimsy excuse, but when was she suppose to polish up on her cooking skills when she had school and a job to do? Not to mention the more often than no possessions that she went through because of business Kuromori needed to take up on. This was one of the few times that she had spare time to even do something like this.

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Lone Notes

@shobami

A deep breath came from the red haired woman as she leaned against the counter of the school’s bathroom.  Her red eyes squinted into the mirror as if she were thinking heavily on something. In reality she was trying to reason with the literal voice in her head. This had to have been the tenth time that Kuromori had asked if she could borrow her body to roam around her school. 

It wasn’t like the spirit did anything bad, all she wanted to do was go into the music room and play the piano. That wasn’t the problem. The issue happened was when she got called out for not being a student. Her mode of action: fleeing. The strange thing was that she would seemingly disappear after leaving a room or going out the window. Scaring the living daylights out of faculty and students alike. It was a miracle that no one linked her to the strange talking going around.

A defeated sigh escaped the idol’s lips, negotiations had failed. The spirit inside of her winning: getting to do whatever she wanted. Another heavy breath left her right before her body was taken over; red hair became black and red eyes became blue. She essentially became a different person as the woman walks out the bathroom towards the music room.

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Behind the Scenes (Closed rp)

@lumiereparfum

The idol relaxed from her pose as soon as the heavy spotlight turned off her. Controlling her heavy breathing after, the idol rushed off stage grabbing the first towel offered to her the woman dabbed the sweat from her forehead. From the crowd that gathered and the mood that she was reading from them months of rehearsing and practicing had payed off in her favor. “I’m exhausted” Junko mumbles as she goes to sit on a comfy looking couch. She only had a twenty minute break, so she intended to make the most of it. Red eyes closed as she sunk back into the cushions, the idol not even paying heed to the people around her.

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The Same Coin (Closed rp)

@priinve

Kuromori blew out a light breath, her arctic, icy blue eyes staring, concentrating on the path in front of her. There was a deep pain in her chest, one with no physical injuries to properly diagnose. Why? How was she supposed to stop such a feeling? ‘No, I know the answer’ she thought as her feet gritted as she walked along the dirt.

 Her expressionless face continued forward, not revealing such a disturbing emotion that bubbled inside of her. Although if her face did not betray her, her senses did, for she did not notice the presence that approached her. A normally absentminded person (seemingly), she was far too focused one the thing that she set out to do. It wasn’t until that same presence was a few feet closer to her did alarms sound of in her head. Slowly, the manifested spirit turned around “You perhaps need something of me?” she questions her voice cool and calm.