ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.
ⓘ reblog to fuckign BITE your mutuals
@thequeenofdespair / thequeenofdespair.tumblr.com
ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.
ⓘ reblog to fuckign BITE your mutuals
(I'm certain this goes against my own rules, but fuck it, it's too good to pass up.)
"Hey, other me, you got any advice on spreading despair when you're stuck on a blog that's perpetually hellbent on actively preventing you from despairifying certain characters? And by "certain", I mean half to seventy percent of the Danganronpa characters on it?"
"Try getting your own place. Or in this case, your own blog. That way you aren't crowded by others."
"I see you..."
"A surprise return!"
How… enthusiastic. It’s my first thought about this girl. She also seems familiar, but I can’t quite place it… no wait. I figure it out when I learn her name. I can already tell this is going to be a pain. This is going to be an actual spar instead of a feast.
Maybe I did. Why ask?
Junko couldn’t help but chuckle at her words. “Not just anyone can take down elite despair soldiers like that. You have to be special somehow, correct?” Junko tilts her head, looking her over some more. “I’m Junko Enoshima! You are...?”
“…. and now on my bed, You want anything else?” She grumps and pokes her
She doesn’t respond at all to the poke. “Nope. I want nothing right now. Nothing at all...”
“Dead days…. or weeks… or months… it blurs after a while.” She rolls onto her back and stares at the ceiling.
“Nothing to do and nothing to be done....that’s probably the worst kind of despair.” Junko also gazes upon the ceiling. “I just don’t know anymore...”
“I could of sworn I locked that door… what do you want anyway bottle blond?”
“Nothing.” She flops down onto her back. “I’m only looking around because I felt nostalgic. There just isn’t much going on anymore.”
“Gah, how did you get in here?”
“Through the door. Where else? I haven’t even been around for ages now in this place.”
“Damn…we didn’t hope hard enough…we’ll get her next time…”
“There you are, Maria. Don’t you want to give your mama a kiss on the cheek? You’ve got to show your daughterly love to me in some way!”
umbrellx:
“It’s amazing at how life can take unfortunate turns at any moment. We lose the international soccer tournament but you’re still breathing. A shame, honestly.”
“Oh don’t act that way towards me. I know you missed me lots and are just trying to hide it like a little tsundere~ It’s cute honestly.”
Ikusaba pulled the pin on a grenade with her mouth before throwing it to explode just as it made it in range of Junko. “I guess I’m done now.”
Junko was covered in the explosion. But when it cleared up, she was again completely fine against all logic. Hell, her bullet wounds were now gone. Not a scratch on her body. “Glad you got that out of your system then. Now we can get back to actual despair.”
“Ghosts aren’t real but my bullets are.” Ikusaba proceeded to pull the trigger, shooting and emptying the clip.
Junko pretty much just takes all the bullets. There’s plenty of holes put into her with blood spilling out here and there but somehow she’s still alive.
“Sooo....you done now?”
“Trying out a new gun. Think it’ll kill you?”
“No. So it’s useless to try. Even if I die my ghost would continue on to influence the world.”
“Mukuro, what are you doing?”
Well, we all know you're not easy to get rid of, Ms Enoshima. Though will admit, you do make things more interesting
“I’m the only one in the entire world who can make things interesting. Everything else is fucking boring besides despair.”
“I’m still alive bitches!”