DESPAIR BLADE.

Oh, you think that I care? Well, life’s just one fated snare; 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘! sideblog to corpseblade.

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                                 I’M THE QUEEN OF THE CASTLE.

                                     temp. art by docochoart & ministarfruit.

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@prodisage​.

junko knew it was nearly time to leave the warriors of hope for good, & leave it up to the kids to fend for themselves. she wasn’t particularly concerned, they’d done what she needed them too. it was up to them what they did when she left for hope’s peak for the finale time. she didn’t even know if she’d survive her planned killing game, she was almost jealous of the fact they weren’t staring death in the face. almost.

“hey, nagisa.” she called out to him, “i’m gonna have to go soon, ya know? you think you could take care of the others for me?” a sickly sweet smile would replace the stoic expression she held. she knew he was smart, & perhaps with him around the kids wouldn’t die the minute she left them alone.

[musingovermusings]

don’t you know by now ?

                                  YOU CAN’T TURN BACK.                                                                              because this road is all you’ll ever have.

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@woerended​ replied to your post “( so i’m thinking on if i wanna go super divergent with junko & make...”

honestly i super support that it sounds really interesting

( i really do love canon junko but. i just. i think she’d be easier and more fun to write if i just. fleshed her out. but. i’ll shush now, unless you want me to talk your ear off in dms about it lol )

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( so i’m thinking on if i wanna go super divergent with junko & make while she still does everything she does in canon, ( besides the anime, fuck the anime. ) i wanna flesh her out a lot. like. i wanna play into how... nasty & terrible the modeling industry can be, how deeply mukuro leaving would’ve effected her, & just. make her a villian that started being a victim. or maybe i should stop now & throw it out )

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@sinsweets​ wrote: stare . ( if you want a dr verse she's the ultimate sweets addict or smth LMAO but she refuses to tell anyone what her talent is )

non-verbal.

the stare is returned, as enoshima tries to figure out why she was staring. not a single word was said between them. she didn’t know when the other began watching her, nor had she ever seen her before, & she wondered what she wanted with her. as she pondered, they kept staring. until...

“ hey!! if you wanna, like, tell me something? spit it out already! “

she’s unsure how to act towards the girl, so she goes with the default. she stands, leaning over the table she was at, to get closer to the other. she forced a smile on her face as she continued speaking, most of it nonsense that tended to get others to leave her alone or state what they wanted to get her to shut up.

“ -’cause, like, if it’s them, i’m gonna have to say no because the last guy i worked with, was totally a creep. “

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@ivorytracing​ wrote: “ isn’t it weird to be so mean ? ”

monster.

she doesn’t react at first. her expression unreadable as she studies the pianist. it then becomes a deeply troubled one, as if she had no idea she was mean. she’d shift uncomfortably in her seat, gaze breaking & avoiding akamastu’s.

“...i wasn’t aware i was being rude.” she puts on the best remorseful voice she could. “i’m sorry, akamatsu-san.”

she filed it away in the back of her mind, akamatsu required a kinder, more patient act than she was used to. miles away from her default act she put on, of the distant model.

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//???//

The sadness in her tone and features strike him as somewhat of a surprise. A hardened criminal seems as though they would be a bit more rock solid, right? But then again, Adam knew basically nothing about her. Had only met her a short while ago. For all he knows, this could simply be some kind of attempt to garner his sympathies.

Still though, he…is a very empathetic person, if nothing else.

“Mm…I…guess I can kind of relate to that, in a way.” Sure he’d never been trapped in a room, but he often feels as though he might as well be. It’s been so long since he’d been on the run. Never able to stay in one place, or get to know anyone. Being stuck here might even be the most human interaction he’s had in a long time.

His lips tug into a slight frown, his eyes are avoidant.

“Well…sorry for the underwhelming company, anyway. I’m not sure I’d want my first contact from the outside in forever to be…well, me.” He chuckles, but it’s barely laced with any kind of humor. It’s more of an abject, pitiable self-loathing.

there it was. on a silver platter there was her opening, the weakness she was looking for. for the briefest moments her eyes would fill with life, junko could do what she did best. causing despair. she makes her features light up a bit more, a kind smile placed on her lips.

“i’m probably not a good judge but, i’d say you're doing fine.” her head tilts a bit, & she widens her smile. oh, she longed for this to be a challenge. for the risk to be high, so if she failed she’d be found out without a chance of regaining her ground.

“if anything, i’m sorry you got stuck in here with me. they don’t open that door for anything... only so they can let someone in to tell me how awful i am.” a sad laugh follows it, as if she was trying to make humor out of a dark & deeply unfair situation. her smile would falter, & she wrings her hands a bit.

“...my own classmates locked me in here, you know. i guess friends are a better word.” a small bit of truth made its way into her speech, even if it was just to make an attempt at appearing to be lonely, “sorry, that’s... not something you’d want to know.”

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//???‌//

plotted starter for @zetsuboblade​

There were plenty of times where his tendency to resurrect in random locations had screwed him over, but he struggles to imagine any one example worse than this one. 

It was, as he had come to find out, some sort of room that was completely locked down. It was like a one-story apartment, that had everything provided but was impossible to break free from. The only person there was this odd girl, who seems to be some kind of dangerous criminal who mustn’t be let out under any cirumcstances.

Seeing as he’s stuck in here with her, he doubts getting out will be as simple as asking.

At the moment, he’s sat on a chair – one of several in the room. It’s quiet, but there is no sense of calm here. His eyes are tired, dark circles under them. He fidgets slightly, fingers on one hand tapping in sequence on his knee as the other sits underneath his chin. 

Finally, he breaks the silence.

“…How long have you been in here, anyway?”

she’d been studying him the moment he appeared here. looking for a weakness, she was quiet as she did so. she was quiet when he first tried to get out, it’d been a long time since she’d been locked in here. ( not against her will, of course. the despair had been irresistible at the time. ) her face had a smile for it, but had morphed into a cold stare. she wondered what he was worth? using him to get the guards to open the door was pointless, they already didn’t believe him. thought she was putting on an act. ( ha! she wished. )

her long nails drum against the counter she was standing at, her thoughts a clouded mystery. her behavior quickly changes, however, the contemplative person had swapped into a downcast & sad one. her gaze falls to the counter, pouting her lip & making it seem like she might cry. maybe she could win this one over.

“ah. i don’t know... i’ve been here so long, you lose count. months? years? a decade?” her nails graze against her skin as she locks her fingers together, “it’s been so long since i’ve seen someone else...”

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[leememes]

MONSTER ,   DODIE   SENTENCE   STARTERS  .

“   tell   me   again   about   how   it   hurts  .   ” “   get   out   of   my   room  .   ” “   my   smile   is   wiped   clean  .   ” “   isn’t   it   weird   to   be   so   mean  ?   ” “   i’m   guessing   that   i’ve   grown   horns  .   i   guess   i’m   human   no   more  .   ” “   i’ve   grown   horns  .   ” “   i’m   human   no   more  .   ” “   i   can   tell   i’ve   rotted   in   your   brain  .   ” “   oh ,   how   easily   passion   twists  .   ” “   you   think   i’m   a   crazy   bitch  .   ” “   i   will   talk   to   you   the   only   way   i   know   how   to  .   ” “   i   speak   through   sharpened   teeth  .   ” “   you   break   the   rules  .   ” “   spikes   grow   through   your   skin  .   ” “   please   let   the   devil   in  .   ” “   this   ends   badly ,   then  .   we   knew   it   would  .   ” “   i   won’t   eat   my   words  ;   they   don’t   taste   good  .   ” “   a   thousand   words   shall   be   left   unsaid  .   ” “   i   think   it   might   be   worth   a   try  .   ” “   are   we   ready   to   let   this   thing   die  ?   ” “   a   monster’s   here  .   ” “   you   plug   your   ears  .   ” “   i’ve   seen   this   before  .   ” “   we’re   both   guilty   of   black   and   white   thinking  .   ” “   through   my   red   eyes ,   you   look   pale  .   ” “   we’re   two   ugly   creatures  .   ” “   we’re   just   a   couple   of   monsters  .   ”

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“the diva of despair takes the stage once more!”

indie headcanon-based junko enoshima of danganronpa trigger happy havoc. private & selective. puppeted by ichi. sideblog to corpseblade.

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Puhuhu….