#nagito and junko tbt.

[lightcreators]

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   @gcods

Attentionate agathe-diopside gaze were facing in front of a paradox duality into how he could picturing Enoshima-san look at this moment. Though it wasn’t something he refused to be aloud with, though he was hidden himself under the mirror of happiness along his smile and the casual disinterest he could have towards the outside people --- he loathed, from the bottom of his heart, the sight of despair. Any preview of this emotion, of himself, into people around him; any mention of that word disgusted him beyond anything. It was the reflection of a world he was familiar with --- of future tragedies to come, to potential imminent bad news that would falling down into his existence without mean to stop it, of emotionally sadness to picture towards the closeness he made with another fellow, to be removed of the golden treatment he received from life….the association he had with the opposite of what he represented from his perspective touched him deeper than the random comments he leaved about how terrible was his place…beyond what he admitted.

There was no worries to be done if circumstances sometimes turned unlucky by moments before suddenly bring the most unexpected good things right down in front of him --- it involved only his talent of finally ending winner regardless of what could have happened. He always have been that lucky after all --- his talent didn’t involve too much actions of his part, he was protected by a superior blessing than no one couldn’t explain hence making him the ultimate optimist among all...However, if someone else exposed decomposed sadness into a higher level that could be similar to an pleading and hopeless state --- it was the omen of something worse and further uncontrollable would happen in a nearest future.

Since his time at Hope Peak Academy taking his ease and trying to enter in communication, no dreadful signals of tragedy encrusted themselves into his personal life. Though --- there had been blood plastered into the protected walls of this school, when police had seeking information among the students and which a close case had been placed about ‘the incident’. At that time, he had been scared than something horrible could have appeared in the middle of it, since Hajime Hinata class was mainly impacted by it --- however, Hinata-kun was still present with them…at least, for the time being…having that unkind sentiment that tragedy would have bringing down something into the other boy…it was something he was common with: people close to him ended up badly, fatally touched by the setback of his luck at some point. Himself pushed away the density of recollections until he saw how the disappointment exposed into Enoshima-san expression, how her hands dramatically moved to her comment, how sweet words were almost be said into that dreadful sentence. What disgusting him the most was how spontaneously his thoughts reacted: despair suited her perfectly. Enoshima-san was likewise to a beauty mythic figure who walked among the living. Another presentiment filled his entire being --- there was the paradox how the unreality of this expression bring realization how natural it sounded.

❝  Enoshima-san --- take a healthy dose of optimism. Your potential which you possess doesn’t cease increasing each day a little more, while exploding slowly towards the sought-after infinity!  ❞ The emergence of an overjoyed smile taking over his features as he exclaimed. He wouldn't expose how dooming this little presence of despair reacted on him, how every fiber of his soul wanted to act as a complete contradiction, how it was necessary to obliterate despair. At first glance, Komaeda had been closer to confessing he might be his presence who caused that delirious sensation she wasn’t feeling doing the best of what she was capable of --- nevertheless, in spite of how uncommon his methods were, he would encourage to always do better, to never to give up, to see beyond the black hole that was their own personal judgment on themselves. Temptation to bring the words he might be for something still cannot helped. Consciousness about how people changed to having him into their life cannot be left behind.  ❝ It’s probably the effect of our frequentation --- given the greatness of what I see in my view, you can't help but underestimate yourself and think that you are worth less of the truth. Enoshima-san --- you can act directly on your talent compared to mine. By comparison, I seem to come straight out of an unbearable hell where the worst is yet to come but you, with all the beauty you have, with all the love you have, with all the magic that your hands have, you can become a deity!  What does it matter if a touch-up software stains the beauty that the eyes of talented students can see. The whole school keeps talking how beautiful you are!  ❞

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

Canon-Junko x Komaeda? for the ship meme

Ship Rates

NOTP || Just no || Meh || Neutral || Good Potential || Ship it || OTP || JUST FUCK ALREADY

Man, I want to give this one so many ratings. I have an odd love-hate relationship with this ship. If we’re talking on the same level that I’d ship almost anything else - as a geniune couple, close friends or family, then it would just never work, for so many and such obvious reasons. 

 That said, I have something of a fascination with the Depsair verse, despite the fact that I actually haven’t finished UDG yet, oops… and all the ways Komaeda’s interactions with the others change, not the least of which being his complicated feelings towards Junko and the Despairs. Both loving and hating someone with all your heart is bound to drive you into all sorts of turmoil. Especially when you’re already nothing more than everyone’s little pet. It’s gross and messy and unhealthy and I lowkey want to explore it. Is that weird? It’s probably weird.