#Despair-verse

[more-than-a-princess]

@ultfan asked: ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime ritualistic courtly torture. (most likely in an ult despair context but lbr komaeda isn’t against this regardless)

A Comprehensive List of Scenarios

She didn't like having her beauty regimen interrupted.

It was, as Sonia was reminded time and time again, her greatest asset. Junko saw to that every time she graced the Queen of Novoselic with her presence: a purr into Sonia's ear before the queen took to the cameras, while she draped herself over the queen's lap as she sat upon the throne. when Sonia buried her face between Junko's perfect thighs as she brought her waves upon waves of pleasure and pain until Junko could be, at least temporarily, satiated in her lust for despair.

Beauty was the key. Beauty commanded, enslaved, teased, tortured, and conquered. Junko had run a manicured thumb over Sonia's mouth the last time, reveling in the blood and cum that lingered there, and had told her she was best, she was perfect, just like that.

And thus, in her absence, Sonia was meticulous. It had become a ritual, there in the once-lavish bathroom that had been her father's: from the silk robe she wore, to the two servants who escorted her, to the dripping tears that began to fill the white porcelain tub. At its edge, the two women clad in little more than undergarments carefully peeled the silk away from their Queen's shoulders, each taking a hand to help her climb into the tub.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please!" The choked, strangled voice begged from above. Sobs and sniffles that, until that point, Sonia had ignored. Rather pathetic, really: the girl, no older than twenty if she had to estimate, couldn't even handle being stripped naked, branded on the buttock with the royal seal, and strung up with rope several meters above the bath.

She was beautiful, but she wouldn't last long. A pity: Sonia liked it best when it lasted.

"I...I am a hard worker! I will do anything, please just spare my brothers and sisters!" She babbled, her brown eyes widening as her lips parted at the sight of Sonia, pale and soft, flawless and naked in the porcelain tub below her. As if she had trouble deciding whether to plead for the lives of her siblings or plead for access to her queen's cunt instead.

Sonia's delicate mouth turned upwards into a smirk, watching her eyes glaze over. As their gazes met, the young woman dangling above her gasped, her cheeks reddened, and Sonia knew in that moment that saving her family was now the secondary goal of joining Queen Sonia's court.

"You are...most powerful, m-most beautiful.." She stammered, her gaze greedily dropping to Sonia's chest, her belly, the apex of her thighs. "P-please, I promise I can make myself useful to you-"

"You are noisy."

"H-huh?" A pitiful cry of confusion. The first time, since Sonia had sunk into the tub, that she'd been intrigued by her: not her long brown hair, or her round eyes, or the smattering of freckles just below her navel, or the pink nipples that had hardened at the sight of her queen, bare and resplendent beneath her.

"You are much too noisy," Sonia repeated, a soft purr to her voice as she reached over the side of the tub. "And not even the right kind of noisy. We will fix that."

"What do you mean, I-" The young woman tried to protest, right before a scream ripped from her throat. Her queen had retrieved the stick that rested by the edge of the tub. Or rather, what the woman thought was a stick. Instead, Sonia had grabbed the ceremonial spear, raised it upward, and cut her open from navel to nose.

"That's better," Sonia declared in a breathy sigh, her body relaxing against the tub. If she was going to be noisy, she'd at least do so in a way that pleased her. Organs succumbing to gravity and dangling below the open cavity she'd cut, blood spilling down, down, down to splatter over Sonia's elegant face, her full lips, her delicate shoulders, and down even further, over the swells of her breasts, her taut stomach, the curves of her full hips and thighs. "Mmm...that's much better."

Noisy as she screamed and begged and bled, yet lovely and sweet and caring, and thus perfect for her bath. Junko would be proud, Sonia thought as she rubbed the girl's blood deep into her skin, starting with her face, down her chest and torso before finally settling her fingers between her legs. A modern Lady Bathory she was, she thought as she sliced at the young woman further, opening up her belly before pushing her over with the edge of the spear and cutting through the brand on her ass, a better version. The men she tortured lusted for her until she disposed of them but the women, beautiful and young and hopeful and innocent, Sonia savored them. Drained them of every single one of those qualities until the blood hardened against her skin, her moans of self-pleasure ceased, and the servants entered again to bathe their Queen in milk, rose-scented soap, and water, in that order.

The corpse would be moved away discreetly, a process that occurred while Sonia was dressing and another servant entered her bedroom, bowing deeply before her before announcing a friend had arrived. "A friend? I do not have those, you silly man." She'd insisted, before ordering that the guest be shown to the dungeons corridor alongside a few other, special requests. A friend coming to visit, hmm? Well, they'd better adhere to the rules of Court.

Clad in a clean gown, hair and makeup carefully applied, Sonia strode into the corridor with her retinue flanked behind her. "Well, as if I do not already have enough 'Servants,'" She teased, the corners of her mouth turning upward at the sight of the Servant. Or Nagito, as he'd once been. They were twisted now, all twisted now, around Junko's fingers and honey-sweet promises of Despair. "What brings you to my Castle? Well, we shall find out shortly. After your welcome ceremony. Please, come."

At her nod, two guards opened the door to one of the dungeon's many rooms. Inside, a skinny boy with mouse-brown hair, tattered clothes, and chained wrists waited. He whimpered at the sight of Sonia but considerably brightened upon seeing her companion. With a sweet smile, Sonia pressed two brightly-colored wrapped treats into his hands. "Go on," She urged Nagito with a silkiness, a playfulness, to her voice. "He's been told that the man with the fluffy hair has candy for him. He hasn't eaten in almost a week, you see." The boy, caked in dirt and smelling of piss and shit, crawled to Nagito eagerly on all fours, chained hands extended while babbling pleas for the sweets. "It's only proper when you visit someone's home to bring a gift, you know." She reminded him, arms folded over her chest as she waited, watched, eyes fixed on Nagito's hands and the way the little boy used the last of his strength to claw for them, begging for the food within.

[aikidoheroine]

@despairs-blade

It had been a little over half a year since Tenko and Peko retreated to the Japanese countryside and began their new lives. They had been wished to retreat from the world at large. Currently, Tenko was sitting in a rocking chair, holding her little Reiki in her arms. The little girl had been rather fussy today, and Tenko was doing her besto to get her to calm down.

[soulmaking]

a poem of mine—title is from Emily Dickinson's "'Hope' is the thing with feathers"

[despairforme]

Sunday smooches for Nnoi 😌🫶

— @bleachbrainrotbro

❝ Smooches? I wanted 'ta get my dick sucked 'n all I'm gettin' are fuckin' lame ass smooches? ❞ / @bleachbrainrotbro .

[akirakirxaa]

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒?

[-- Dark on Me, Starset]

[ninkaku]

dazai arcane verse........chainsaw man verse.......

[coffiishake]

In my two decades of living I’ve collected silly little guys that make me happy :) this is definitely not all of them and I’m probably missing some but these are the ones that I remembered :D Omw to collect more funny lil guys

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Doodle of my ver of a Kolbold (in the AD universe)

So uh... I kinda decided to fuse a dog & a lizerd together to create my ver of the Kolbolds. (Which is a reference due to kolbolds looking like lizerds in western media & dogs in Japanese media)

BASICALLY.... DOG LIZERDS! (Or lizerd dogs)

[tiabritana]

For @softest-punk who’s hobhusband verse I read for the thousandth time today and got inspired. Here’s Hob meeting one of his in-laws

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It was one of the rare times that Death was able to get away from her busy schedule for more than a few moments, and Hob was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

They were currently the only two in the flat and were spending time together at the kitchen table drinking some local ale that Moira gifted him over the holidays when a thought popped into Hobs mind. He never really gave it much thought before-assuming that as with most things in the beginning- his gift was from Dream, and that was that. With the arrangement now, and knowing that prior assessment to be false, Hob turned to Death and pondered how to ask his question.

“Yes?” Death asked, seeing his stare.

“I was just wondering how I stayed the same age after all these years.” He started setting his mug down and playing with his fingers. “I just never really thought about it before, but your gift prevents me from dying, so how do I still look young.”

Death was silent for a bit, playing with her own mug, swirling the liquid around as she pondered his question.

“I never really thought of it much,” she finally admitted. “When I first made the wager with Dream, I just wanted him to see the beauty of humans. You all are-especially you-,” she paused and gave him a warm look, reaching between them to gently grab his hand from where he was still fiddling with them, “so full of life. I just wanted him to understand.” She stopped and shrugged, and Hob understood what she didn’t say. By now they all knew that Dream was in a bad place for a long time and was just starting to see that there was more to life than just his function.

“Anyway, if I had to guess I assume that Father had something to do with your preserved form.” She took back her hand to instead cup her mug and bring it to her mouth to take a long gulp.

Hob stared at the column of her neck admiring as he thought about what she said. He never gave much thought to the Endless parents as none of his spouses liked to talk about them. The closest being Delirium’s nonsensical musings about there being a black hole inside her sometimes, and the twins sharing a look.

“Why would he grant my body stasis- for lack of a better word?” He asked. His musings were starting to give him a headache the more he tried to wrap his head around the subject.

Death shrugged again, putting her now empty mug down. Hob pushed his half drunk glass towards her. He didn’t think drinking anymore would help with his burgeoning headache.

Just as she was finishing his mug, Death turnt her head and gazed off into distance with her ear cocked, listening to something Hob couldn’t hear.

“I got to go,” she said as she stood up. Hob got up and leaned towards her to press a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“I’ll see you later love.” And watched as her great wings took her off to her next appointment.

“She’s right you know.” Hob quickly whipped around at the sound of an unfamiliar voice in his now not so empty flat. Standing behind him was a young man with bright red hair-looking just like Destruction. Hob wet his lips, suddenly wishing he didn’t give Death his drink as the man changed forms into a wizen old man. He instinctively knew who was standing before him even though this was his first time meeting the being; and wondered if this had anything to do with the flat being on the border of the the Endless siblings realms.

The being-Time-circled around Hob, making him feel like a sculpture on display. He swallowed down his sudden feeling of inadequacy and smiled what he hoped was a welcoming grin. “Hel-,” he was cut off before he could finish the greeting.

“I suppose congratulations are in order.” His tone not giving anything away as he continued his perusal. Hob fought the urge to wipe his sudden sweat coated palms on his trousers, and instead met his father-in-laws eyes as he finally circled back to the front.

“I don’t like company, even from my own children, but I do keep an eye on them from time to time.” At the last part his lips twitch up, reminding Hob of Destiny when he managed to make him smile. His form shifted again, turning him into a small red headed child, though the intense look in his eyes didn’t change.

“I watched that day Death and Dream made that wager, and knew how important you’d be.” He stopped and stepped closer to Hob, his form shifting again to a baby, small tufts of red hair and a cherub face. Hob looked down and wondered how this didn’t even make it into his top ten list of weird things to happen to him in the last decade alone. “Imagine my surprise when the least likely timeline overwrote what the Fates had in store for Dream and changed Destiny’s Book.”

Hob swallowed, “uh-,” and once again was cut off from whatever he was about to say.

“Thank you.” The words were softly spoken as Time shifted again, his form now a middle again man with white streaking into his red hair and beard. He finally tore his eyes from Hob, who let out an inaudible sigh as the pressure he didn’t know was slowly suffocating the room disappeared.

When he looked back up, a shadow flashed over the man’s face making him look every eon he was. Hob blinked and the being was gone. As silence slowly descended he heard the knob on the door turning and Destruction emerged from the rain, red hair dripping and boots creating puddles in the entry way. He had shop bags in his great arms as he slowly looked a Hob’s gobsmacked face after shutting the door.

“You okay love?” He asked. He walked around Hob to deposit the bags onto the counter, but stopped and turned to face him again when he received no response. Setting the last bag down Destruction walked over to Hob and took his hands into his own larger ones.

That finally seemed to shock Hob out of his catatonic state. “I think your father approves of me.”

Destruction just stared at him as Hob let go of his hands and wandered the few paces to the kitchen counter to peak into the bags the redhead had left there. “What’s for dinner?” He asked unaware of the stunned expression his blasé response brought.

Needless to say, dinner was late after Destruction called his siblings and they all ended up talking over one another, save Destiny who sat on the couch with a small smile on his face as he read from his Book-Hob sitting beside him as he let his soothing presence help his now migraine- and handed him an aspirin and a glass of water.

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Freedom's River

She eyed the river She was musing on its duality

Years ago, they crossed the river For freedom from their enslavers

Currently, she wondered If she should leap into this river For a different "freedom"

Her being was bleeding (I am sorry….)

For her predecessors, this was the Nile For her, this might as well be the Styx

They fled from their enslavers by crossing this river And she felt like leaping into this river

She would be cursing herself Certainly, for some reasons justified

They didn't risk it all Just so she could toss herself into the river

For her, the river might as well be the Styx For them, it was the Nile, the Red Sea

They crossed this river for freedom She contemplated tossing herself into it

Fates seperate but intertwined

She was freer than them However, she was still constrained Enslaved in a different way

The Nile and the Styx She mused on this river's duality Eyeing the river still

[phantasmalnightmare]

Starter for @despairs-memorial

Junko stared down at the board member listlessly. "Heyyyy. Don't give up already. I just took one eye. Don't you wanna like live or something? Pretty L to just give up like this if you ask me." She huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms across her chest. The man had stopped struggling and crying after she'd taken his eye. She grabbed a spoonful of curry and placed his eyeball on top, bringing it to his face, but the spark of hope that had been in his eyes earlier was long gone. "Say Ah~" She trilled, and forced the spoon into his mouth, but the man had no strength to chew, or even to spit, as the curry mix fell out of his mouth, and dribbled onto the front of his shirt. "Ick."

"BORING. Hey sis!" She called out, knowing that Mukuro was somewhere else in the small house. "Get your fat, smelly, ugly ass in here! I need someone to take out this garbage." The Fashionista kicked the man with her heel for emphasis. She wore very sharp and sturdy stilettos, and the heel sank into the man's leg with a satisfying squelch.

The man was still alive and managed a small whimper, but he was already in the realms of despair. "Where is that ugly cow!? Do I have to do everything myself? I don't wanna kill someone who's already broken. It's like totally no fun." She pouted.

[more-than-a-princess]

@fairlybeloved asked: 025.   an abandoned scrapyard

Setting Prompts - Still Accepting!

Well, this definitely wasn't where she was supposed to be.

Sonia Nevermind, in her pressed skirt suit and heels, raised her head and sniffed the air around her in apprehension. She'd convinced her security detail that she was confident enough in her own sense of direction to walk home from her meeting on foot and that they could follow behind, as always, in the black sedans with tinted, bulletproof windows.

In reality, the Princess of Novoselic needed a break. To celebrate, initially: she'd gotten a notoriously difficult Japanese politician to bring a proposal to the Prime Minister. Someone who, usually, reserved his attention for her father and her father alone. But he had put her in charge, now that her school years were behind her and she worked full-time for the Royal Family, of her own initiatives as long as she could deliver the results. It seemed, then, that she had a real chance and she wanted to celebrate it like a real person. Or at least, someone more believable than her own sense of 'normal.' A walk on a busy street, maybe stopping for a meal or a treat, and not chauffeured by private car home.

However, she'd overestimated her sense of direction, and had ended up decidedly not in her neighborhood of Aoyama, where the Novoselic Royal Family's Tokyo condo was located. She was somewhere else, somewhere considerably more dodgy and filled with discarded metal. The scent she'd picked up reminded her of her old classmate, Kazuichi Souda, and the constant automobile parts and oil he'd been surrounded in. She wondered if there was a garage nearby, or at least somewhere with someone more knowledgeable about the area than she was. Her fine clothes already made her look out of place, her foreigner status and appearance a second reason to indicate she didn't belong there.

She needed help, and fast: she'd promised her security that she wouldn't cause trouble for them. Or too much of it anyway: she thought once she'd ducked down a side street, hidden behind a door, and then waited for the car to pass before continuing that she'd been clever but not too dangerous. Overly confident in her sense of direction and all. And now she was paying the price. Looking around, she breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a tall man, with dark hair and hopefully a better idea of where exactly in Tokyo she was. Squaring her shoulders, she strode up to him: in the most likely case, he would be kind enough to converse with her in her fairly above-average Japanese and give her directions. In the worst case, she'd run into a serial killer and honestly, her day would be much improved by meeting a serial killer in the flesh, and not behind prison bars. She'd have so many questions to ask!

"Excuse me, sir?" She called out to him with a small wave. "Hello! I have found myself a bit lost. Could you tell me where in Tokyo I am, and the best way to get to the Aoyama neighborhood? I would appreciate it ever so much."

[aikidoheroine]

Peko knew the date well, it was Tenko's birthday. Her girlfriend more than likely wanted a thoughtful gift and not something so rushed. It was with that idea that she spend a considerable amount of time and effort acquiring said gift for the day. She goes and knocks on Tenko's door with the large giftbox in hand

Hello, Tenko are you there?

Tenko opened the door to her room, smiling upon seeing Peko. "Hello there, Peko! It's nice to see you as always!" Tenko did know that today was her own birthday, and so the present in Peko's hands wasn't a surprise. "Come right in!" Some of her other friends had already swung by to give presents as well. Already a fairly cheerful person, right now Tenko seemed like she might burst from excitement.

[kibo-no-akademi]

Cateline & Hanno's Wedding

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[despairforme]

Nobody has donated cinnamon rolls to him.

[rubberduckyrye]

admittedly dr2 is probably the most brutal killing game when it comes to motives due to how damn targeted and unavoidable they are and I am imagining a despair disease mikan just casually holding him smiling, and her using him as a bit of a shield when hajime starts to realize the truth, letting kokichi whine and tantrum that hajimes being mean, auntie mikan would NEVER, but also on a more lighter note, despair disease mikan being like "hmmm i could commit a murder orrrr i could let kokichi boss around ibuki while she's like this and see what happens"

LMAO I think we need two versions of this AU

The mega angsty version that dwells on the darker themes of what it would be like for a child to be raised (and potentially non-sexually groomed) by the remnants of Despair and how genuinely terrible that situation is

And a crack version where Kokichi has his lil fucked up found family but it's all fun and games and just absolute nonsense

But also Kokichi @ Ibuki like: Play with me!!! Draw with me!!! Eat these veggies I don't want them! Read me my favorite story!!!