#stylishbeat

[humanitysbeauty-blog]

                                              ✝ @stylishbeat ✝

✝ : first it was harukawa. then ouma and kiibo. one by one, more people from the academy were making themselves present. it was confusing. for the longest time, korekiyo was the only one here. in a sense, he almost felt selfish. he was able to escape the clutches of the killing game to live in, what was essentially, paradise. opportunity was wide spread throughout this city, and he’d make use of every moment of that. with the appearance of everyone else, though, he couldn’t help but to wonder where they were coming from, or what the choosing process was from these places. what determined whether or not someone was plucked from their home world and brought here? he’d never find out unless he asked the one’s behind it himself. perhaps that should be a goal. 

that was all that ran through his mind upon seeing the other in the distance. there was no mistaking the identity of the person. the green hair and baggy clothes, piercings that glinted in the sunlight-- it had to be him. a feeling of uncharacteristic excitement swelled in his chest as he advanced forward. there were two people in that academy he could fairly say were his friends. saihara being one of them, and amami being the second. to spot him here within a city that has done nothing but bore him-- ah, it was beautiful. never has he felt happy to see someone. he had physically touched the boy’s corpse, he saw that it was disposed of, yet still, here he is. this city not only plucked people from their worlds, but also cheated death. someone who was clearly dead was right there before him. it was so utterly intriguing. fate was on his side once more. 

“amami-kun~ i must say, this was the last place i was expecting to meet you again.” 

[xmakoto-orca-tachibanax-blog]

🎺

Ask muse how good they are at….🎺 - playing an instrument

“I’m actually really bad at playing an instrument. I tried playing the clarinet in middle school….let’s just say that people thought there was a duck in trouble nearby.“ Makoto frowned slightly. “But I can sing just fine, so I have no idea.“

[pianofinger-blog1]

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🍛 - cooking

“I mean, cooking is like music, right? It’s all about learning harmony and balance, bringing out the subtleties and letting it shine for what it is...”

“...S-so what I’m saying is that I should be good at it! I think.”

[specialrobotboy-blog]

😓

Ask muse how good they are at.. 😓 - acknowledging mistakes

“I’m an ever learning hyper-advanced artificial intelligence. I’ve found that the best way to grow as an person is to self-reflect on your past actions at any given time. In many cases I found that I made a mistake or that I didn’t read the mood well enough. By forcing myself into different environments and meeting up with both familiar and unfamiliar people I can continue to grow.”

[flowingtidesoffate-blog]

Princess’s First Tutor

@stylishbeat

From the moment she woke up Corrin had been so confused about the place she found herself in, there were so many things she had never seen before nor could she actually comprehend them, at first. Through observing Corrin learned the use of ‘Cellphones’ people seemed to use them as ear warmers and talk as if they were speaking to another person, very weird! Exploring the city and drawing up a map was Corrin’s top priority though that was beginning to be pretty tough because she couldn’t clearly tell where the areas began and ended so that was a venture bound to go wrong. Usually she would look to the advice from the other people of her army...but seeing as though none were present at the current time Corrin only found herself even more lost on what to do. Eventually Corrin found a way to get a little bit of help, but at the cost of money, which at the time she had a decent free amount to spare and figured she could hire the person. The flyer said to call...what did that mean?

Giving a shrug there was only one type of call that came to mind so she did what she thought was right, the flyer looked newly placed anyways. “Excuse me!” Corrin said loudly enough to be heard by the people around. “Is the ‘tu-tor’ that posted this flyer till around? Can someone help me find this person? I could seriously use some help!” Corrin’s pleas fell on silence as the people continued on their way, giving a huff Corrin spotted another flyer in the distance and ran over it. Making sure it was the same flyer she gave a nod looking around for another one and bingo there it was! Corrin now smiled as she started to turn the flyers into a trail of tracking the person that put them up. “Alright it might take awhile, but i might find them if i follow the flyers.”

Corrin followed her flyer trail for about twenty minutes straight eventually giving up and going to sit at a table at a cafe nearby, Corrin let out a heavy breath. “I’m never going to be able to find them am i...? How am i going to be able to figure everything out about this place if no one is willing to teach me.” Corrin lifted up the flyer to read it over once again and make sure she didn’t miss anything, and sure enough she did. it was the line of numbers that seemed to be oddly placed within a few dashes, Corrin had no idea what the numbers meant, though, she decided, from context, it was another one of those ‘Call’ things. So like you probably expect by now Corrin gave a sigh putting her hands around her mouth as if to shout she started her desperate attempt to ‘call’ the number, by literally shouting the numbers.

[stalkersmask-blog]

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Send a 🍬 for my character to give yours a treat, or send a 🎃 for my character to trick yours!

Who’s room was this? Well, to be honest; she had no idea! She’d just gone into Hummingbird Hotel, walked up some floors and found a door whose occupant seemed to not be home at her time of appearance. At which point, she’d used her lockpicks to open the lock on the door, all for her master plan of today. 

Part of this festival was pranking others, is what she’d understood, which was entirely up her alley. She had no idea if she would pull it off in time, but that was fine, too; doing it is what counted. With some luck, she had been able to pull it off before the room’s occupant returned.

Now, she stood in the doorway, looking triumphantly over her handiwork.

The entire floor, perfectly covered with plastic cups with water. Nothing left uncovered, this would be a disaster zone. Every part of the entire room; plastic cups. Even any stable surface she could find that wasn’t the floor, entirely covered in plastic cups.

It was great. The point she looked forward to most, was the part where without a doubt, the person trying to clean it up would accidentally drop one or knock one over, setting a whole chain reaction of falling cups in motion.

It was considerably less malicious than she’s normally into, she supposes... But even she had to admit, there’s something just a lot more classy about this, rather than hanging their dirty underwear from a flagpole somewhere.

[xtamaki-king-suohx-blog]

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Ask muse how good they are at....✊ - keeping promises

“I am a gentleman. Gentlemen keep their promises. Therefore, I keep all the promises. Besides, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t keep the promises I say to all of my guests??“ Tamaki drops the act, even for a second. “But in all seriousness, I’m really good at it. I’ve seen people close to me hurting because they had someone go back on their promise.“

[stellacity-blog]

With prior reserve, here's Rantarou Amami from New Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony! His application should be found under /app or on the sidebar links, under 'Explore'.

 oooh, good timing! i was just about to finish the inbox and you slid right in! if you weren’t so cute i wouldn’t have tacked this to the end, so be thankful for--

 ...uh, your face, i guess?

 anyway, have fun with your face in hummingbird hotel room #410!

♌ leo

[divinxd]

☀ @stylishbeat

          “hm? what is this?” cyan hues flicker down the isle of the library to land on a familiar face─ and it’s, by far, an encounter that surprises even angie. after all, she’d last seen him after his unfortunate accident at the school. but, nevertheless, angie’s curiosity trumps her confusion and a smile trickles into her expression. almost TOO merrily, angie trots up to her classmate (?) with no hesitation. 

          “ah-ha!” she brightens, her suspicions confirms upon further exception, “so you really are here, yes~?” she sways back and forth, hands clasped behind her back, “angie is surprised, rantarou!” she hums and leans in a little closer, as if attempting to get a better look at his features. suddenly, she throws her arms out to the side 

          “oh, oh! i know!” her voice raises considerably, despite their location, “maybe that was successful, after all? nyahaha~!”

[humanitysbeauty-blog]

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Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 

✝ : “... i wouldn’t know. that is subjective. you would have to form an opinion yourself.”  

to give a better answer, korekiyo’s actual proper kissing experience is very little. not to mention he kind of. always has that mask on. i’d like to think his nice full lips are a nice treat if he properly used them. 

[flowingtidesoffate-blog]

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👗 - dressing with style

“I’m not sure what you mean...is the way i dress not ‘stylish?’ I have always been told by my older sis-...Camilla that the way i dress is rather fashionable in the land of Nohr...is that not the case here? Is the way i dress odd to you?”

[xtamaki-king-suohx-blog]

R, O, S, E

Rain (anything to do with rainy days)

Tamaki actually likes the rain. While he may not necessarily be found jumping from puddle to puddle, the idea that with the rain comes a sense of calm is what really appeals to Tamaki. He has noticed that on rainy days, he has a better focus on things.

Omnomnom (snack headcanons)

Commoner food is all-time favorite food, so commoner snacks are Tamaki’s favorite snacks. Granola Bars are his go to for easy and quick snacks, since he has to keep his figure in check for hosting purposes. He likes all things gummy, so gummy worms, gummy bears, and even those Welch’s Fruit Snacks. He also likes to buy cereal and eat them straight out of the box sometimes.

Sleep (things and routines they need for sleep)

Surprisingly, there isn’t a whole lot that Tamaki does differently from most when he gets ready for bed. He brushes his teeth, washes his face, and crawls into bed. Tamaki’s a heavy sleeper and generally goes to bed pretty early (usually around 10 pm). Once his head hits the pillow, he’s practically out like a light, and it takes a lot of shaking to wake him. There is only one thing that keeps him from falling asleep quickly- not having his stuffed teddy that he’s had with him since childhood, hence why Tamaki always keeps him in bed with him.

Ecstatic (name one thing that always gets them excited)

What doesn’t get Tamaki excited?? From ending a long day at school and cuddling with Antoinette, to discovering a new ramen flavor (his favorite is beef). Everything somehow finds a way to get him excited.

[humanitysbeauty-blog]

D, A, R, L, I, N, G

Dream (What are their goals in life?)

well, let’s just say he’s reachin for a number, he’s real close to that number, and after that he plans on vanishing from this god forsaken world.

Appearance (their style and grooming habits)

well, good luck getting the boy out of his uniform. yet, when it is being cleaned and he has nothing else to wear, he’ll usually wear something very similar to a normal school uniform. a button up, a vest, a coat. the whole nine yards. if someone could give him an extra push to buy new clothes, he’d definitely have a very goth vibe, probably femme leaning. 

as for grooming habits, the boy, as scuzzy as he is on the inside, is actually very clean. he takes amazing care of his skin and hair because that’s how nee-san would want it.

Rain (anything to do with rainy days)

being the true emo he is, korekiyo enjoys the aesthetic of rain and the mood rain provides, but being caught in the rain is not fun for him, considering his makeup will run and it ruins his hair.

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

well, i mean, his way of showing love currently is murdering 100 girls. besides his absolutely and utterly deranged obsession and love for his sister, hes never experience a healthy loving relationship of any sorts. he doesnt know what to think about it. he doesnt know how it feels. if he was feeling it, he wouldnt even know what to do about it. its. rough. 

Ice cream (What’s their favorite flavor/ dessert–if they seem like the type to not like ice cream?)

matcha!! hes not a fan of things too overly sweet.

Netflix (their favorite movies or shows)

well, korekiyo doesn’t really watch tv! if he does watch it, it’s usually just for documentaries or culture studies. he won’t ever admit it, but sometimes a good tear jerking romance movie is slid in. 

Games (sports, boardgames, video games)

oh god none of those. maybe a boardgame he’ll indulge in, chess or something, but physical sports? absolutely not. video games he rarely will ever touch, but he still has a vague knowledge on some of them just from studying.

[humanitysbeauty-blog]

stylishbeat replied to your post: “I operate a ‘damsel in distress’ hotline. I guess...

//Hotline Bling plays in the distance

CUZ I KNOW WHEN THAT HOTLINE BLING  THAT COULD ONLY MEAN ONE THING 

[humanitysbeauty-blog]

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

☠ = pushing them against a wall . 

✝ : the statement was nothing new to the folklorist. this was his plan since the beginning. there was no need to be shy about it now, since it is so close to being in fruition. 

once my goal is reached, i can be with nee-san once and for all. 

it was vague, and surely someone who didn’t know him wouldn’t be able to piece it together, but i guess amami is smarter than that. he should’ve expected it. even if it was just said within a discussion, an explanation of all that he’s done, he knew what those words meant. it wasn’t like him to just come out and tell someone what his plan was, but once again, since he already was there basically, what was the point in hiding it? what he expected was anger, but for the reason of murder. what he was met with was a different type of anger, for a different reason. 

was his life really all that important? of course not. it’d be ridiculous to insinuate that. his only purpose for living on was to reach this goal, and after that, there is nothing. his words seemed to rattle something within the adventurer, his arm extending forward as he backed him up against the wall. his words were stern, but clear. his opposition to the idea seemed prominent. was this truly something to get worked up over? it didn’t seem like it to him. 

with little space between them, he glanced down at him. the close proximity was alien to him, but in this context, it was easier to get used to. 

“my, amami-kun... you must feel strongly about this, hm? don’t. that is a waste of your time and energy.”

[humanitysbeauty-blog]

✘

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

✘ = hugging them .

✝ : it took a moment to even process what was happening. the sudden warmth that enveloped him completely shut down all thoughts for a brief moment. what was he doing? why was he doing it? the only physical contact he had felt within the past years was negative and harsh. it was instinctive to immediately tense up. how was he meant to react to such a thing? for a person who studies human behavior, he sure was drawing a blank. why him? he wasn’t deserving of physical affections like this, right? he never was. 

but nonetheless, after a minute of not knowing what to do, hesitant arms raised and wrapped back around the smaller boy. it was awkward and unnatural, but it was the best he could manage. he still couldn’t make sense of this. i don’t think he’ll ever make sense of this. but for now, perhaps it’s best he gets used to it, and maybe even enjoy it. 

he was warm. 

his heartbeat could be felt against his own chest, soft breathing causing it to rise and fall. the things that make a human beautiful. it was... pleasant. what an odd feeling.