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himari yukimora -indie danganronpa oc AP

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   At first Gundham frowns, irritation touching his features. How could she possible think refusing his help in this situation is a good idea? She has lost a lot of blood and should be in a lot of pain. Come to think of it her features don’t show that at all. She appears far too calm, perhaps shy and nervous but certainly not in agony. Then she pulls her legs away from him in a way that would certainly hurt and she doesn’t even flinch. Perhaps the shock of her injuries has made her numb to the pain. His mouth opens to protest, voice shifting into his stern tone, but before the words leave his lips she does something very strange.

   Gundham gasps, hands moving towards her as if he aims to stop her from, as he sees it, mutilating herself further. But once again she barely even reacts to what should cause her pain. When she brings those bloody fingers to her lips and licks off the blood he just gets even more confused. Gundham jerks backwards, rocking onto the balls of his feet and pulling his hands away from her. He stares at her in shock for a few seconds, slight horror on his features, which then shifts into narrow eyed evaluation as he tries to make sense of this within the narrative of his world.

   Before she’s even started to actually explain herself he’s already latched onto at least three possible mythical creatures she could be. A zombie comes to mind quickly but one with cognisant thought is impossible. Considering that taste for blood she could be a vampire but that wouldn’t explain her inability to feel pain. As others move through his mind her words smash it all to pieces. They may be soft but they hit hard. He doesn’t exactly like hearing that word.

   “You … Fake? I … Oh curse it all!” He mumbles, eyes going wide before he brings a hand to cover his features. “Are you trying to tell me you are not injured at all? This is … unacceptable! How dare you!? I had thought …” His words die in a low groan and then a deep sigh. At least Grizna Jr. didn’t hurt anyone.

   Speaking of. Gundham’s eyes slide to the tiny cub and he finds him licking at his paw. Gundham tenses and turns on the animal. He reaches out, grabbing onto the paw and moving it away from him. If it was blood he wouldn’t be too concerned but he has no idea what concoction makes up that fake blood. It might make the bear sick.

   “No, no! Don’t lick that!”

     there it is -- that REFLEX of pulling away from a monster like her -- she knows how her actions appear. himari finds herself cursing internally at the fact that this had been her first reaction. she COULD have spoken like a normal person, instead she decided to act like a vampire. an ITCHING beneath her skin, the temptation to become that beast lingers within her soul, but she swallows it down like so much of herself. wide eyes drop from him to the ground as he reacts to her words, a sigh falling from her lips, though the DISPLEASURE he voices feels accurate. she doesn’t blame him for the irritation.

            “ flour, chocolate syrup, water, red food dye. “

     uttered just loud enough for him to hear as her knees are pulled in closer to her. gaze upon them still in SHAME, she knows he is worried about what’s within the mixture. if it HAD been something hazardous, she likes to BELIEVE she would not have simply tasted it in front of him -- but she DOES have a tendency to do odd things. she does not even KNOW if bears can get sick from these things. pink hues flash upwards to settle on the bear again, softening. he’s BEAUTIFUL. most things WERE.

      fanged teeth bite down on her lip as she DEBATES what to say next. this is not the MOST comfortable of meetings, but then again MOST weren’t for her. she avoided people so OFTEN for such reasons, simply keeping herself locked away in her lab as she makes these things for other people. alone where she can AVOID the desire to let loose. but she can’t just sit here silent forever. besides, if this guy has a pet bear, she WONDERS what else he has. it could make for revelations in anatomy.

                 “ ‘m sorry... erm, i know it was prob’ly a bit shockin’. i-i didn’ mean ta upset ya. ‘m a special effects artist... s-so this kind of thing is normal ta me. ‘m jus’ glad yer bear is okay. “

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conductingmiracles‌:

“It’s-….It’s something, al-alright.” He mumbles and closes his eyes for a moment. Commitment almost seemed like an understatement. Maybe it was a good thing she interrupted him, his arms might not have lasted that long. His wrists hurt enough for the conducting practice he had, maybe he should put on his arm braces and call it a day? He didn’t want to push himself too much but…

As he opens his eyes again he stretches his arms out. There’s a loud pop, and he almost winces. Yeah, maybe he could use a break. He gives her a faint smile and a nod. He could definitely agree, finding such a person was great. “Th-Thank you, Yukimora-san.” He said, reaching up to push his bangs back slightly, though of course they just fall back over his eye like they always do. “I-I hope it g-goes well too…th-they’re really excited f-for it…” He mumbles, stretching his arms once more, flexing his wrists before his arms drop to his side. 

“Are you–Are you working o-on a new project?” He asks as he tries to find where he put his backpack. He always kept his braces in there, just in case. 

       she hears the POP as he stretches -- a SLIGHT worry creasing her features at the noise. unnatural, she does not COMPLETELY know the origin, but as someone who FREQUENTLY overworks herself, she can only assume that it is the result of something similar. creaking limbs, a skeleton in PROTEST -- sometimes such noises only aid in her monstrous delusions. pink hues remain fixed upon him as he searches about. his question is a WELCOME one. there are so few things to INSPIRE confidence, but the change is IMMEDIATE.

     smile grows upon fabricated features -- those fangs visible in the excitement as she gives a VIGOROUS nod. paint stained hands clasp before her chest as she prepares to speak about it, getting all the information straight in a head muddled through the efforts of the past few days.

             “ i am! an’ it’s a real excitin’ one. one ‘m sure you can APPRECIATE. it’s a bunch ‘a pieces inspired by different genres ‘a music. they’re goin’ ta be demons in an indie film --- i have four out ‘a six designed already, an’ a few sculpted an’ painted an -- “

       she cuts herself off for the fact that she DOES realize she is rambling now about things that MOST people do not care about. the shock is appearant on her features -- and yet despite a sort of SHAME in her heart, she finds a SHY glance falling on him, fidgeting fingers lifting to pull through pink hair.

                         “ o-oops. u-uh... if ya wanted ta see some of it... if yer ready fer a break -- i would be, erm... happy ta show you. “

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centuriesretold‌:

     “Disgusting.”

      “ thank you... please say that AGAIN. “

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shootingsilence‌:

     ❝ i legally have to kill you .  i’d say i’m sorry …  but that would be a lie . ❞ 

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      “ i can’t stand... this fursecution from a hyooman.... ‘m goin’ ta go find a furpile... “

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     “ i want ta sculpt horns now... i can post pictures of ‘em... an’ then i can be horny on main too. “

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shootingsilence‌:

     ❝ say it again . i dare you . ❞ 

     “ do ya want ta read m’...... furotica? “

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shootingsilence replied to your post:    nsfw headcanons under the cut !! i’m following...

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     “ yiff yiff !! “

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   nsfw headcanons under the cut !! i’m following the trend

himari is not a virgin. kind of surprising considering her shy nature and the fact that talking to people is scary for her -- but this was before she started wearing masks that change her face every day to hide the scars. it was with a guy who wanted to get with her because she was starting to get famous but he was MEAN to her. so mean, he destroyed her confidence even more than the bullies did. afterwards he told her he couldn’t be with someone who had scars on their face and left her. it’s the main reason she covers them up.

this is why she is very quick to fall in love with people who are nice to her. she is hyper-romantic, and despite her shyness she does want love. she just goes about it in creepy ways and gets a little bit obsessive at time. usually it’s from a good place.

sex-wise, she has a hell of a lot of kinks and it kind of depends on what personality you catch her in. if she’s in monster mood ( thats right ya’ll catch her as a zombie or a wolf and it becomes a lot more interesting ) she’ll change some things according to whatever monster she is at the time and be a bit more agressive. during these times she LOVES making bite marks that show her fangs because she thinks it shows that they are hers.

but catch her when she’s as close to normal as she can be, and she is extremely submissive. when she REALLY falls for a person, she likes the feeling of being restrained and used by them. so bdsm, orgasm control, honestly she’s up to most things because if she gets to that point she trusts her partner and wants them to know it in her own way.

the carpets do not match the drapes. her real hair color is blonde, so that’s the color down there, although she does shave. she just likes the feeling of not having hair there. 

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[ yall are tempting me with these nsfw headcanons i swear ]

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shsl-anon replied to your post:        “ i wanted ta see horns. he doesn’ seem…...

“Oh. My god.”

      “ you... made me get m’hopes up... how mean. “

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       “ i wanted ta see horns. he doesn’ seem... very horny ta me... “

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       himari and despair :

   [ himari has been teetering on the edge of insanity for quite some time – lingering in the safety of the masks that she uses to hide her genuine face. called a freak for most of her life by those were jealous of her, she effectively learned to think of herself as some kind of monster hidden away within these false images even with her timid and uncertain attitudes. all it took to push her onto the path of despair was a gentle push: a reminder of just how low she is.

    thus gives birth to her despair: acknowledging the monster she is. in the beginning she exclusively wears the most grotesque masks she has made, filled with gore and monsters – placed upon her face with far too much adhesive, and left on for far too long – burning and scarring her skin. in these masks she HUNTS and allows for people to see the monster she has become, finding despair as they flee from the truth. these are the victims she collects – stealing those she kill’s faces to wear later among her rotating masks. she adopts different monster personalities depending upon which face she is wearing.

     because of this GRUESOME practice, she is rather unpleasant to be around – feral and almost like a genuine horror movie monster. she can also smell quite a bit considering the masks she wears of rotting flesh. she is WILD and all traces of the timid girl are gone. ]

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gamblrceles‌:

Celes knew what was going on now, this person was one of the weirder ones. It was like this school had more weird than normal around here. Even the people who had normal talents were bizarre. She was probably the only mentally stable person attending this school. If she were to give the other credit for something it was she at least had a talent that didn’t instantly bore her. 

“I see so you do more special effects make-up like they have in films and plays.” She looked down at her clothes, of course she was stunning as always but this person was so fixated on the way that she dressed. Did she want fashion advice? Because she could definitely use it. But the girls admiring stare turned into something that more fitted the term creepy. Like she was fantasizing about something weird that involved her clothing. 

She was about to call her out on her maybe perverted thoughts but was interrupted by something that went way beyond the idea of normal. The thought of blood getting on her clothes make her annoyed, but the thought of being someones muse was flattering. And it wouldn’t be like she hadn’t gotten someone elses blood on her clothing before. But it was always a pain to get it out. “While you thinking I’m a great source of inspiration is flattering, I don’t know how I feel about getting my clothes dirty.” 

     and this is when her ENTHUSIASM can be known -- caution thrown to the wind in the wake of her imagination taking over. though she is a TIMID person by nature, if the ball gets rolling it can disappear in a FLASH of excitement as she begins to imagine all the possibilities. a smile flickers on her features again, remaining there as she listens to the other speak. a quick nod is given -- followed by a twinkling laugh so at ODDS with so much of who she is.

           “ don’t worry. ‘m not goin’ ta throw a gallon of blood at you or somethin’! “

     she does have blood on her person, but she would NEVER do something like that without consent. except perhaps if that MONSTER inside had taken over again. she’s more uncontrollable like that, wild even. but as the laughter fades, it is almost as if she is a new person, the way she looks at the goth before her. she doesn’t care MUCH about her own clothes getting destroyed in her processes, but she knows what a PAIN it can be.

        “ i would make a replica costume, prob’ly somethin’ just a BIT different, ya know? you would just serve as an inspiration. it MIGHT even make it into a final cut of a movie -- pretty cool, righ’? “

       and just like that she pauses and that EXCITEMENT fades away as she realizes she’s been rambling. that mousy personality shines through again as eyes widen and that SMILE dips into a worried frown. pink hues come to look downward again and she gives a small sigh.

       “ but -- uh... i guess ‘m gettin’ ahead ‘a myself. sorry.. i know it’s rude. “