#guccigros

❝C-CAN’T you d-divert your eyes elsewhere?❞ Seiko didn’t like being stared at--what with her sickly pale skin and thin appearance, being stared at GENERALLY wasn’t a good thing. Therefore she began to have a personal pet peeve of being stared at--especially by someone who could be considered a ‘rival’ in her field.

someone PLEASE punch me in the jaw,,,,, && stop me...

IM MAKING A CELES RN SO LOOOOOOL

          listen, he knew he was going to be in the same class as a... really famous supermodel. like... he was pretty sure all of them knew that  ( though, to be fair, the vast majority of his classmates were really famous. woah. ). and, of course he knew what junko enoshima looked like! basically everyone knew what junko enoshima looked like. at least, he was pretty sure most people knew what she looked like. but like... woah. don’t get him wrong, this is definitely no more than an aesthetic appreciation, but... dang. he expected that they, y’know, photoshopped the photos or something, but if they had people doing that, they sucked.

          still, even though she was pretty and intimidating... like, really pretty and intimidating... she was his classmate! they were all the same age! they were all in the same boat here!  ( ... except he kinda wasn’t; these people were all famous and talented, and he was an... average kid, if a little lucky. but, you know. same thing. ) he had an obligation to, at the very least, introduce himself to his classmates, right? after all, they’d be going to school together, and staying here, and all of that. maybe she wouldn’t end up his friend, but it was best for them to at least kind of know each other!

          “ woah. hi, i’m uh. wow, has anyone ever, like... told you you’re even prettier in person? ... sorry. you probably get that a lot; whoops. i, uh. i’m makoto naegi! it’s nice to meet you! ”

Except me! (;

  guccigros  someone PLEASE...

can we be the bitch squad together? 8)

♚~~~ Something about the scent that was given off by the succubus always put the hybrid on edge. She couldn’t place it, but it was simply offsetting. Whether it was something that all succubi had or just this one, she didn’t know. So when the other woman approached her that day, Celestia was more that a little cautious.

Blood drippind down from the tip of the blade. Hands covered in gloves as moving with slow pace, the gaze, for once, cold and absolutely focused. The dead body under her stopped moving awhile ago. It does not even twitch by this point. She needed to open it’s chest. Open that way so she won’t damare the internal organs. Somwhere in the back of her head she thought that it was better to leave that kind of work to the ultimate nurse, but she did not want to be useless. she did not want to be the one who are behind, despite being the twin of the ultimate depspair. She wanted to make a gift for her beloved sister. And something told her that she would be happy if she were to give her the heart, a heart of someome Junko herself hated. Poor poor lucky boy. It seems like his luck did not save him this time. Too trusting, too pure. poor poor Makoto. Mukuro herself felt numb. Perhaps if she did not do...something to herself she would have felt differently? But something definetly changed. Changed about her forever. Finally, she did not even notice how she reached the needed organ. The gloved hands pick it up. Huh...despite so much passion he displayed towards others his heart is exctly same size as everyone else’s. A small laugh erupts from her lips. She does not look normal. At all. However the laughter stops as she hears footsteps. The hand clehches the knife first, but becomes relaxed again, heels, familiar sound. She turnes her head. Ah. Junko-chan is here. How embarrasing. A smile spreads on her face, as she then turnes towards the blonde and extends her hands with the heart placed in them. It’s still warm, leaking with blood that drips down on the floor even more. The eyes of the soldier are filled with despair deep and dark. She starts to giggle