#PressMyLuck

[a-fix-of-muses]

Currently Listening To: "PressMyLuck" by Amarionette

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Amarionette - “PressMyLuck”

[eludum-a]

--> @pressmyluck

it was... incredibly inconvenient.

the school had sent an email home about parent visitation day. that meant chiaki was unable to prevent her mother from finding out about it, and now, here she was... visiting. it was the one day untalented family members were allowed on main course grounds. they had to be with the students at all times, of course.

nanami kazue looked upon much of the world with a rather critical eye, but even she was impressed by the size of the campus and the buildings within. “it’s bigger than most universities,” she commented. “it’s incredible how much stock they put in this ‘talent’ thing.”

chiaki sighed. “...yeah,” she muttered. “the reserve course funds a lot of it... probably.”

kazue rolled her eyes, following at her daughter’s heels. “there you go again with that catchphrase. do you talk to your fellow students like that? it’s a wonder they have any confidence in you as class representative.”

chiaki’s shoulders slump. “...yes,” she agreed. “...the music room is just around the corner. you can see--”

turning said corner, chiaki walked right into a familiar figure. she bit her tongue and stumbled backwards into her mother, who let out a startled noise as they both collided. they both managed to stay standing, though, so chiaki got a good look at the face of the person she’d bumped into... not that she needed a look at his face, when his uniform said it all.

“k-komaeda-kun?”

[fclklcrism]

- @pressmyluck liked for a starter [ no longer accepting! ] -

-- For someone with a talent such as the Ultimate Luck, he wasn't sure if luck was even on Komaeda's shoulders today. It seemed as if he might have left one of his belongings, or supposedly dropped it. Picking up the book, Korekiyo examined it for a moment before making his way to search for his fellow classmate. Surely he isn't far, and it's a bit early to leave the academy. Or did he have his own dorms?

Walking around, his eyes examined the school building, searching for the other. It didn't take long until he had spotted the male, which was a sign of relief almost. He seems to be alone too...Well, it wouldn't hurt to spend time with him. Thankfully enough, these two are already on good terms. Well, perhaps friends would be a better term for it. Or perhaps that's a strong word? Either way, he likes the other enough to spend time with him. --

   " Komaeda-kun, I believe this belongs to you. "

The anthropologist softly spoke as he handed the book over to Komaeda, patiently waiting for him to take it off his bandaged hands. --

[feebledetective]

[ @pressmyluck ]

-- It felt so surreal that Seiji got along with a student that's in a higher level than him. Hell, he didn't even think he would ever talk to an Ultimate student, let alone getting a bit closer to them.

Komaeda Nagito, these two are different people, yet somehow they met and got along. Seiji has a lot of respect for people who attend Hope's Peak Academy, he's always wanted to attend to be the Ultimate Detective. But of course, that's just a dream that will never ever happen. He doesn't have the skills to be a detective, let alone a student there. He's practically nothing. But at least he's friends with Nagito, so perhaps that's something.

Seiji took a deep breath before slowly making his way to Hope's Peak, but he didn't dare go close to it. It wouldn't feel right to go there. He offered the Ultimate student to hang out after school, and surprisingly enough, Nagito agreed. Standing by a tree, he leaned close to it and looked at the academy, waiting. It was nearly time for it to end, right...? hopefully he isn't too early. Though would be a huge waste of time.

His school finished early, so he had time to go to the market nearby to get some snacks, which was mostly for his friend. He noticed how Nagito looks sickly almost, and from what he learned, he isn't fond of sweet things, right? So he tried to avoid those. Of course, he did got some sweet and light snacks for himself, but for the most part, it was for the other. Sighing heavily from the thought, he hoped Nagito is at least improving on his self-depreciation. It was getting a bit annoying, and he didn't believe he should think that low of himself, especially since he's an Ultimate student.

Perhaps he doesn't understand what it's like to be an Ultimate student, maybe it's not really what he thinks it is.

Ah, but that doesn't matter. There are people leaving the building. Seiji's head perked up as he tried to spot Nagito. There were a lot of Ultimate students...Just by looking at them, he felt nervous and excited. He's not in a position to be in their place, but he feels so...Lucky to see them all. He might even recognize some of them!

After staring at them, he finally looked up again and noticed Nagito. There he is. Although these two spent enough time together, he still felt a bit nervous. Perhaps it's because he's having a hard time processing that he's still spending time with an Ultimate. That's enough already, they're friends and they should probably eat now.

Walking away from the tree, he walked to the taller male. Of course, he was likely going to bug him about his day in school again, as he always does.

 " K-Komaeda-kuun. "

The male mumbled as he got closer to the other, he was rather...Excited to hear everything and start walking to a bench. --

[triggertruth-a]

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YET ANOTHER MUNDAY MEME   accepting selectively

ok you sent this before i was done my last one but honestly???? cookies to whoever actually reads that long ass post about like. me(tm)

ᚡ - Random fact about the mun? 

uh hmmmm... well . ive never seen bnha and im quite confused. there’s just a cast of quirky characters and everyone hates mineta and im quite confused but i also have like 0 intention to actually ever watch it hbdfgd

[despaircursed-blog]

@pressmyluck

He’d been left alone with the boy Enoshima was trying to break. This boy who kept rattling on and on about hope in even the face of torture. In the face of watching horrible and terrible things happen at the hands of the people he used to call friends. This boy kept muttering on and on about hope. Didn’t he know it was useless? Hope, WHAT HOPE? Hope wasn’t going to bring back the people dying...hope wasn’t going to save anyone. That’s why Shiro had given up, why couldn’t this guy see the same way...he’d been left alone with him for all of ten minutes and he already wanted to do one of two things. Slam a gag in his mouth, or stab him 15 times with the sharpest object he could get his hands on. Too bad Lady Junko had taken all of the sharp objects out of the room, either to keep him from killing this boy or to keep the boy from killing himself. Not that he could, tied to the chair like that.  “Shut up. God, do you EVER stop talking. You’re giving me a headache!”  He knew full well the cause of his headache wasn’t Komaeda, but he wasn’t doing anything to help it either.  He kicked his chair. “Just give it up already! It’s useless to fight!”  They were both already trapped, trapped in despair. Trapped as tools. Fighting it wasn’t going to change anything. 

[txlentedstxdents-blog]

H-Hinata-k-kun... from the... from the bottom of my heart... I love the hope that sleeps inside of you... H-Hinata-kun... I mean, are you from heaven because you give me more hope than church does...? (killmeimsorryicouldnotresist)

“Yeah um…i’m kind of sure that’s in the 3-4 area…the first part sounds like you, but that second half sounds like you found it on a bad pick up line website.” 

[ghcsthunted]

( @pressmyluck ) CONT.

“Y-you don’t have to apologize...”

     Makoto was surprised Nagito still wanted to talk to him after his emotional outburst - Most people didn’t want to talk to him under normal circumstances, much less when he’d accidentally poured his heart out. For just a moment he wondered why Nagito spoke about himself like that - Not that he was so different, he tended to fall into that ‘someone like me’ way of thinking quite often...

      His eyes widened when the luckster began speaking once more, taken aback by how... Genuine he sounded. How could he be so sure of what he was saying? Before now, they’d never even had a full conversation, how could he have so much faith in his title? He only grew more shocked when he mentioned following his career, believing in his findings, trying to disprove what he’d said about him... Why was he being so nice? Shouldn’t he think he was a freak? Shouldn’t he be making fun of him now, or leaving to gossip about him?

     The genuine compliments already had his eyes watery - Not that he usually got this emotional after being praised, but being in an emotionally weak spot, he couldn’t really help it - But his last words hit him like a sack of bricks.

“You... You what...?!”

     There had never been a time where someone told him they loved him that didn’t turn out to be some sort of cruel joke, family aside. There was no way he actually meant that, right?! He probably meant it in a... Totally platonic ‘we should be friends’ sort of way! Saying ‘I love you from the bottom of my heart’ to someone you just wanted to be friends with didn’t make much sense, but it made more sense to Makoto than someone actually being in love with him. Romantic things like that... Just weren’t possible for him.

“Th-thank you for all your kind words, it really means a lot... I-I’m sorry you had to see me like that, but... I’m not sure what you mean by ‘l-love’.”

[dangantruth-a-blog]

♀(Makoto or whoever you'd like to use)

A HEARTBREAKING TEXT;

Junko: Oh my, oh my, Komaeda~saaaaan.

Junko: Say, you really like this Makoto boy, don’t ya?

Junko: Well, unfortunately, I have his phone right now..

Junko: See, I’m noticing, you’re acting super weird around Makoto~chan. Like.. Happy. Hopeful for some happy ending with you.

Junko: But he’s as lucky as you are, so I wanted to try a little experiment!

Junko: He’ll be participating in the Killing game I told everyone else about.

Junko: So really, you should prep up for his death sometime soon.

Junko: I’m also tampering with his memories so.. It’s not like he’ll really remember you in the first place.

Junko: You’re all alone Komaeda.

Junko: There isn’t any hope left for you, either-- Like, you’re riddled with how many diseases? Are you even going to remember this guy in the end?

Junko: Give it up man-- and just let despair take over.

Junko: It’ll def make you feel better.

[a-fix-of-muses]

Currently Listening To: "PressMyLuck" by Amarionette

[fcllenhopes-blog]

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

Makoto is a klutz 2018

“That’d be really appreciated, Komaeda-senpai!” Makoto spoke is a gentle voice, but still unable to mask the immense pain he was feeling. His hand clutched around the claw marks to apply the necessary pressure until Mikan arrived. Hopefully he could hold out until Komaeda was able to get her here, and get them all returned to Future Foundation. 

As he watched his own blood flow down his arm from his injury, he couldn’t help but feel stupid. How he’d gotten it was rather dumb, being that he should always be keeping his guard up in this dangerous line of work. Not only was he injured, but they’d have to halt the whole mission until he was patched up. He hated being useless, but he hated people worrying about him because of his own mistakes. 

By the frantic look in Komaeda’s eyes as he reached for the cellphone in his pocket. He could tell that he’d caused the man a lot of distress because of his own blunder. He should apologize later, if he even got the chance to leave the infirmary at Future Foundation. But really he should be apologizing to everyone, for being as weak as he was. 

“You can calm down a little, Komaeda-senpai… It’s just a little flesh-wound. Mikan-senpai will be able to patch me up in no time!”

[hopehaunted-moved-blog]

Komaeda reacts to Komaeda

send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours.

@pressmyluck

[fclklcrism]

♡ (but it's an awkward Komaeda compliment ofc owo)

|| Send a symbol for Kork to react to… || Accepting! || 

♡ = complimenting them . 

– Korekiyo was simply spending his afternoon with Komaeda, and he was mainly trying to get to know about the other while they would do whatever they wanted. He really doesn’t mind what the other does, besides they are in a library. They could talk quietly or read a book or so, in this case, he was reading a book about folklores all around the world. Trying to find an interesting story that might intrigue Komaeda.

Looking away from his book, he heard the other say something and it caught his attention almost immediately. Was…He complimenting him? How sweet. Just by looking at the other’s gestures and the way he’s speaking, it was clear that he was awkward, though his words felt genuine. Smiling lightly underneath his mask, he tilted his head just a bit.

   " What’s this all of a sudden? “

Chuckling lightly, he couldn’t help but appreciate it nonetheless. It wasn’t every day where someone would compliment him, after all, let alone another ultimate to do that.

   ” Your words feel genuine, Komaeda-kun, so I do greatly appreciate your compliments, thank you. “ –

[feebledetective]

@pressmyluck || xxx ||

--   " Wh-What did you th-thought they were?! "

Is he serious?! 

Just when he was going to do anything else, Nagito threw the bottle at his face, causing him to yelp in pain and take a step back. Surely he didn't mean to do something like that. These two are friends after all.

Already, he felt a small wave of anxiety lurking beneath him. Hopefully, the Ultimate Luck didn't overdose! Rubbing his face a bit, he took a few stops close to the other male and placed a hand on the other's cheeks, seemingly trying to dismiss what he was saying.

  " ...H-How many d-did you e-even take?! "

He didn't truly mean what he said...Right? --

[boukenseizon-a-blog]

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