#v; Snatch your Chain and Meet Your Eyes ( Remnant Queen )

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{ Makoto and Junko Tags } 

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@mischiefmandate ll Plotted

🧸 Loyalty was a useless thing. Not to her, of course, she had plenty of ways to exploit the undying devotion of all the people that desperately followed her lead. Coming up with new things for them to do to further spread the world into a spiral of never-ending despair. She bathed in the world’s misery, claiming it as her own as it made her breath shudder and her heart thump with fear and excitement. 

For him, however, it was nothing but a downfall. There was no benefit into serving or protecting someone unconditionally - not when it could only end up leading you to danger. Pity for him he didn’t know that. He had bought that stupid rumor she’d spread around ( through the work of Mahiru’s photos and Sonia’s social influence with spreading lies after the fake pictures were made ) - and Kokichi’s desperate chase for his brother had led him right into the lion’s den. The greatest threat she had had to deal with, the renowned leader of what she feared to be her biggest opposition had run into the very warehouse he’d soon know to be his prison like a damn fool. 

The door had slammed shut behind him, an arm had wrapped around his waist, and drug-soaked cloth ( Provided by her dearest little pet, Mikan, of course ) had been forced onto his mouth and nostrils. Held tightly against her, the poor thing barely had any time to struggle. Just like that, it was lights out for someone she’d almost thought would be a worthy rival. How easy it was...well, quite frankly, disappointing. 

Not like it mattered now. Sure, it was one disappointment - but didn’t that little bit of despair she’d already been given as an appetizer prediction enough for what was to come? She couldn’t wait to see what would become of the world’s so-called greatest teenage leader;  what kind of atrocities he’d be able to commit once he was plunged into the deepest chasm of despair. She had no idea - precisely why she needed to see it.  

“I’m kinda like- jealous, you know?” Her chipper, more ditsy sounding persona was the one she chose to greet him with as he regained consciousness. Arms tied to those of the chair, ankles fastened to its legs and even his waist secured around it - there was no chance of escape. No way to squirm his way out of this one. Maybe it’s to reinforce that point that she began to tap her red fingernail lightly on his hand.

“I wish I could feel as bat-shit protective over my big sis....but it never really worked out that way between us.” She rolled her head on her shoulders, taking a quickly glance at the tray of dentist and surgeon's tools she’ d gathered on a tray beside her. 

“Mostly cause I like...” - a short chuckle between her words - “Stabbed her a bunch of times with spears and locked her in a mourge drawer while she was still breathin’....didn’t really like me after that.” 

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@feebledetective ll Junko SC ( No Longer Accepting ) 

🧸 - Her possessions needed to be well maintained. Though they’ve been reduced to nothing more than her tools; it’d be a shame for any of them to cease functioning when she needed them. As beautiful as it was to see them bend and break under the weight of their own hatred and hopelessness with the world...she couldn’t exactly have them catatonic.  

“Shuichi-kun...” She muttered, acting like it was hard for her to form a smile as she gently runs a hand through his hair “You can’t stay in bed all day...come on honey...do you want to at least eat lunch with me?”

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@remnantworlds​ ll From here

“Of course. There’s no shortage of those around, so it wasn’t exactly hard to get a couple of pictures.”

However, dead bodies were becoming so commonplace now, that the photographer couldn’t help but feel that most people were starting to get used to them. Meaning that the photographs didn’t have nearly the impact that they did when this all first started.

So Mahiru had started to branch out. While her preference was still to take photos of people, she had branched out into other things, such as scenery. As a result, as she went through the photos on her camera, there was plenty of Junko to see. Naturally, the first couple photos were of the carnage left behind after a riot broke out. However, the photos that followed consisted of those who were still alive, from dead-eyed children to frightened and injured adults, as well as locations that most people would consider familiar, though the atmosphere was much more oppressing than a lot of folk would have liked

And finally, a photograph taken from a height, capturing a large section of a city, as it went up in flames, and a cloud of smoke. Perhaps not her best work, but she still wouldn’t delete it. No amount of dislike would prompt her to delete it, if only because the likelihood of her capturing a photo like that again was slim to none.

“Bodies aren’t having the effect on people that they used to, so I guess I’m experimenting a bit. Trying to see what gets the strongest emotions and reactions out of people.”

🧸 - “Aw, shucks.” Junko let a disappointed pout cross her face at the news - the closest thing to a bit of genuine emotion she had felt in quite some time at this point. She should have probably guessed as much, that people would become jaded over time to seeing the dead bodies, considering death was a growing constant around most at this point. Still, she’d held some hope ( as ironic of it a word it was to use here ) that the effect of despair wouldn’t wear off so quickly.

Still, she did appreciate the bounty her remnant had collected, she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat just a bit faster at the sight of those terrified children, broken adults that probably had no idea they’d ever walk again...despair is so unfailingly beautiful - even  if scenes like that were growing a little old to watch.

Her grip  on Mahiru’s shoulders tighten at the last image she was presented - a perfectly timed moment where hundreds of thousands of people would never see the light of day again. 

“....I like that one” the typically ditsy, high pitched voice was dropped as she praised her, slipping into a much darker, flat tone for a few moments. God, it was terrible what people would do in the face of hopelessness, tear their own world to pieces even when she wasn’t using any of Kazuichi’s robots, or ordering Akane to take out some annoying optimist with as  much brutality as possible. 

“Hey, tell you what, Mahiru-chan!” She resumed her typical act, excited smile and all. “We could totally try out some new stuff together! It’ll be a such a cute play-date!”

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@compulsivelylied ll Junko Lyric SC ( No Longer Accepting ) 

🧸 - “’Cause all your heads are gonna roll ! I’ve made your misery my goal...so if you want survival, kneel on my arrival!”

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@somegremlin ( From Junko ) ll I Lost the Starter Call

🧸 “Heeey, you’re the little one Nagisa-kun brought in yesterday, aren’t you?” The girl put on a gentle and what should be comforting smile to the child. Careful not to intrude his space, she sat down on the floor next to him, among all the art supplies the other ‘Warriors of Hope’ probably took from Jataro’s things ( oh he’d be pleased to find  the others hated him enough to be that disrespectful, wouldn’t he? Silly kid. ). 

“They’ve probably mentioned me....big sis Junko ring a bell for you, sweetie?” 

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@laststops ( For Peko! ) ll Junko SC ( No Longer Accepting ) 

🧸 - “Peko! Peko!” She lets out a shrill screech, mimicking that of a terrified little girl as she ran to the swordswoman’s side. She grabs onto her sleeve with trembling fingers, eyes welling up with crocodile tears on a full display to look as pitiable as possible. 

“Y...you gotta help me...please!” she drew in a breath, as if trying to get herself under control, looking over her shoulder in ‘paranoia’ as she flinched away from the remnant. “There’s a whole crowd of them after me...they’re all trying to kill me!” 

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@the-taboo-king ll From here

  Gundham’s head tilts towards the excited tones of his Mistress, eyes closed as he gives a soft hum. As always he is quite intrigued by whatever idea Junko has come up with. It is usually something quite fascinating and in truth he could use a little bit of excitement around here. He was beginning to get terribly bored. He supposes that is what one should expect when they tend to isolate themselves from everyone else.

  “Is that so?” He breaths, legs swinging off the rubble he was reclining on. Boots his concrete, sending up small puffs of dust as he stands. He strides towards Junko, those eyes still closed as he continues, “Excellent. I find my inspiration has been lacking as of late.”

  Eyes open a crack when he stops just before her, showing the crimson light of despair in his gaze. There is another low hum, a smirk touching his lips as he leans forwards, looming a little too close to her. He takes a moment to appreciate Junko, the Remnant letting himself relish the presence of his goddess. Oh, such twisted worship he’d give her if the moment arose. But alas there is another task to complete.

  A low chuckle and he straightens again. He spins on his heels and turns towards the maze of ruin around them. He takes a breath, hands shifting in the bindings that keep his arms inert and useless. Then he whistles, the sound echoing throughout the empty streets, sharp and commanding. A few moments later silence settles around them once more and three tigers come padding out of the rubble.

  “There you are, Mistress. Choose whichever suites your purposes.”

🧸 - Bathing in attention was nothing new to the Queen of despair. Ever since she could remember, it had always been the case - people would allow her to get away with just about anything because of how much they’d come to instantly admire her. Even more so when she was on the covers of magazines and in all the clothes she knew boys fantasized about her being in. Oh yeah - she knows the way he’s eyeing her, getting all excited and shit. It’s probably some girl’s fantasy out there to be appreciated this much, she’s sure. For her, it’s the sense of control she enjoyed the most. Her beautiful little pets...so full of despair and hatred of this boring world. She loved it.

Her red nails reach up to touch his cheek as he gets close, slowly trailing down to leave her mark. 

She let him go, of course. She liked her servants to be rather needy, as it were. She turns her attention back to her previous demand, smirk across her lips turning into a wide, excited smile as he whistles. She’s practically giddy with enthusiasm as the tigers come out of the rubble to meet them. 

“OOoo that one!” she points at the biggest looking of the bunch, like a kid picking out a toy after they had been asked “Cause okay...here’s the deal, right? I thought it’d be so cool if we could set up another one of those roman colosseums! Throw people in against animals, desperately fighting for their lives against them and each other...doesn’t that sound amaaazing?”

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@cestmoilastar ( Maya ) ll  Junko Lyric SC ( No Longer Accepting )

🧸 - “One step left now, it’s almost time....I’ll show you what  my determination has left for you to get back to. You should be prepared to just die.”

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( Junko Verse tag dump! Just a few for now cause still not sure how often I’m gonna do stuff with her )