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just a hello over here !

i hope everyone is doing okay and just know that even though i haven’t had time for the blog i still remember and love you all .

cheers !

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☮ DESPAIR SISTERS ☮

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Newborn Despair

[ Part four ]

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[ ... ] Poor mom was too affected by Dad’s death. She even got to show some emotion! Fear? Sadness?

D e s p a i r ?

Oh now the Rose was excited! Had she not used her thorns before, this would never have happened! Things like this, she realized- Were the very reason of her existence, a mistake in this world.

If there were any gods, the Rose would make them regret making her blossom.

Her mother would regret giving birth to such a beautiful yet deadly flower.

Regret, regret… Such a truly useless emotion!

Things were going just as planned. Dear mother had never been SO emotional and attached to the Rose and the Hyena before! Was it her duty as her mother, her oh-so-motherly instincts calling out to protect her daughters? Or perhaps something darker, self-indulgent involving ceasing her own despair? Oh, oh! Who would ever know?

Rose had always pretended to love her parents dearly, without hesitation doing what they told her to. She was truly the perfect child now, she took care of her mother as if she were the parental figure herself. How fragile humans were, and how truly interesting it was the fact that people held so much affection for rotting flesh, crying over a corpse was something that didn’t quite make sense to Rose but did cause her curiosity.

She wanted more, to see more. Did she learn something about this situation? Of course she did! True human nature showed off just in the blink of death. When the death of others is involved, it is likely that something interesting will happen afterward, which she could not accurately predict at least sometimes. Worth a shot? Of course, it was. Who would say no to have a little bit of fun?

Little did Rose know about medicine, but perhaps enough to infer that a whole lot of it would do serious harm to the human body? Mother seemed to be having quite a lot of those recently- But not quite enough for Rose’s purpose. Oh, lovely Hyena! She, who would do anything to anyone for her dear sister! She, who had to dirty her hands with blood for the Rose… She was the chosen one for this simple and interesting task.

Being stabbed in the back by somebody you consider your ally, your friend, even family can truly be heartbreaking. The deadliest weapon is the one that you don’t see coming, the one that you would never expect to hit you in your weakest spot, wielded by no other than your most prized person in the whole world. Perhaps it is even one of the most despair-inducing situations a person can be placed upon, it was her first time trying it out. Father never got to know how he got his mysterious disease, or rather, who did it.

What about letting mother know about it this time?

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[ Ha ha! Jokes on you I’m not dead Y E T! ]

[ I’ll leave you guys with a quick sketch of the bae. Why? Because Despair. Also because I love her. ]

[ Inactivity yesss I know. BuT I haven’t been wasting my time at all I promise- I’ve been drawing and trying to get through in school. It’s been a hard year if you ask me, and lets say maths are not exactly my forte bahaha! So so! I’ll try to post some stuff from time to time, it may be a continuation of Newborn Despair or some random doodles perhaps! Thank you for staying here the ones that have. ]

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Newborn despair.

[ Part three ]

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[ ... ] The Rose led a perfect life, but unsatisfied. People say that knowledge brings power that would surely make her happy, wont it? The small Rose finished all of her studies by the age of ten, she had developed a certain ability to analyze and predict nearly every scenario she was in, and she learned to read facial expressions, to listen carefully and to… Have a great sense of fashion! Even her parents were no match for her, she would never get in trouble even when she wanted to. Finally, no surely her life has turned, it has become so much… more boring.

–Spice it up!–

Said the brain.

-Make things interesting! Grotesque!–

And the dear young hyena would always follow the brain. Remember that part when we wondered what would happen if a kid were to be by themselves?

The first master plan was created.

Wealthy parents, an extremely clever girl and her sister who would literally do anything she asked for. Rings a bell?

Perhaps not. Let me explain.

Dear old dad was the first. A remarkable soldier in the country, who would probably be forgotten a couple years later. One would think that his talent was to kill people ruthlessly and mercilessly but oh dear! He was absolutely the best dad a child could ask for. He spoiled his children and gave them lots of love as he taught them everything he knew about self-defense, about how to deal with annoying boy cooties and to explore all the wonders and surprises that the world could bring… Of course setting aside the fact that he did kill people, and quite often at that. Surprisingly the hyena seemed to develop better abilities than the rose at something. Better than her father’s.

A true killing machine.

With the Hyena as her slave, the thorns were a useless display. Instead they served a more subtle.... more poisonous function now. Dear old dad would have reached the end of this book if he wasn’t affected by them just some days before he died from a mysterious disease. He wasn’t even home when it happened, and some thieves stole everything that would remain on his corpse. Ironic, isn’t it? An almighty soldier, with wealth and high status dying like any other common rat out there. Miserable. Just like his very own victims!

...What about mom though...?

You guessed it right, she was the second. A very cold and distant woman that was always busy working, very strict and protective about things. But it was all for the greater good, so that her children would grow up fair and good, always working hard for what they wanted, a woman that could do anything she wanted to. Her mischief and deceives could only be seen by the Rose, it was truly interesting how people lied and lied to get the biggest profit. Oh mom, a lawyer with nothing much to do with her life than to gain money.

Poor mom was too affected by Dad’s death. She even got to show some emotion! Fear? Sadness?

D e s p a i r ?

Oh now the Rose was excited! Had she not used her thorns before, this would never have happened! Things like this, she realized- Were the very reason of her existence, a mistake in this world.

If there were any gods, the Rose would make them regret making her blossom.

Her mother would regret giving birth to such a beautiful yet deadly flower.

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[ beep boop I’m alive and I’m actually visiting Tumblr back regularly yet I cannot seem to find the motivation or inspiration to correctly do my Junko !

I know I owe some starters and I assure you guys that I have them noted down and I have been trying to get some ideas for them as well. You can notice that I have been writing a small drabble and I have been using that to try and continue to write some.

I just thought some of you really deserved an explanation, and also to know I will be back. Forget-me-not! ]

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I will  R I S E  while you become the  ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ  you have fed

                               I’ll let you drown in your despair

                                 And now nothing can save you

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Newborn despair.

[ Part two ] 

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[... ] What is that thing they are not supposed to do? Why is that such a thing? Do they want to keep order? Or do people want you to keep order? What do they want you to do? Society now, is the real threat. You are supposed to be something. You are supposed to want what others want. You are supposed and destined to live another’s life. It’s an illness, a disease, something that makes you die slowly but steady, not physically but mentally.

Talents. Awful.

Speaking of awful fate and talents, why don't I start my story with a fairytale beginning? It's a classic and expected! Because clearly, there's absolutely no one who dislikes fairy tales, isn’t that right?

Once upon a time a girl was born. Wait— actually make it two. They were twins, small kids born on a random place in Japan. Who knows? Does it really matter? Perhaps not. One was born as a rose would blossom in the dawn, ever so delicate and quiet. While the other… Well. You could say that the other was a hyena awaiting to be fed, because clearly she was loud and not as calm and graceful as her sister.

Baby one, the youngest, the rose and dare I say, the prodigy was quite especial, she blossomed every morning as the sun came up and remained as shiny as the sun would in every instance, even the night was no threat to her bright personality and outstanding intelligence. She learned to walk and talk faster than any other toddler would, even a couple of months faster than her own twin.

Baby two, the oldest, and the hyena. As a toddler seemed to be nothing but a shadow of her own sister, they did love each other (in the sisterly way sisters love each other) but this was more of an admiration kind of love, the hyena wanted to become a lion. But a hyena was a hyena, even being calmer now that she was older, she was always seeking to protect her sister, sometimes even taking the blame for the stings of the thorns of the rose.

The Rose led a perfect life, but unsatisfied. People say that knowledge brings power that would surely make her happy, wont it? The small Rose finished all of her studies by the age of ten, she had developed a certain ability to analyze and predict nearly every scenario she was in, and she learned to read facial expressions, to listen carefully and to… Have a great sense of fashion! Even her parents were no match for her, she would never get in trouble even when she wanted to. Finally, no surely her life has turned, it has become so much... more boring.

--Spice it up!--

Said the brain.

--Make things interesting! Grotesque!--

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Once, humanity was destroyed. By the biggest, most atrocious, despair inducing incident in human history. They were called the “Super High School-Level Despairs,”

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Newborn despair.

[ Part one ]

There was nothing that could satisfy the queen... Was there?

The world was made out of predictable things, predictable beginnings and predictable endings. Things were born, reproduced and died, time remembers some, and others are forgotten as the book goes on. There is nothing much to it now, is there? Things do not get very interesting when there is a preexisting harmony, peace and love. Everyone knows what could happen with all of these given a situation. But what about their exact opposites? Chaos, destruction, insanity? Who could ever predict what could happen when these are placed within somebody? The endless opportunities open up to the world to meet new and creative ways of destroying itself and regenerating from that!

Destruction is a form of creation, after all.  

Existence was dull itself. How could humans bear with dealing with it every single day of their lives? Ever since they were born they had been an exact copy from someone else, there was nothing too special about them. Sleep, eat, and play. Kids- The mere thought of kids was horrifying yet somehow it managed to get attention, with a reason that is. If anyone, anything can be less boring than adults are these creatures, small children awaiting to meet an eternal boredom. Kids could be shaped into anything, as if they were made out of clay. Mold it enough, and with some skill you’ll eventually get whatever you desire out of them... Then again you would get another copy. But at least, they were not bound to anything rather than their own parents and of course, their imagination--which could often be restrained by them. 

What would happen if a kid had no parents, though?

What if there were not a guide? No footprints to follow? Not a figure worth admiring rather than one’s self? Now that is interesting, isn’t it? This is what people would pity rather than find fun, exciting or even more... Different in a special way. Of course people make it seem like it is a huge deal.

But perhaps it only is a huge deal if you make a huge deal out of it.

How truly terrifying that could be! Have nobody to count on, nobody to feed the poor children, the positively thrilling sensation of loneliness and despair! But doing things all alone wasn’t that bad now, was it? People learn more when they discover it on their own, be it a good or a bad thing. Always the exciting sensation of learning. Of trying out new stuff. Breaking the rules.

There are always, always good people at some kind of chore and task. Talents. Talents are truly, truly the most BORING characteristic a person can ever have. A person with no talents is a person that can choose and discover what they want to do. They are not bound to do something with their lives that will condemn them (once again) to a hopelessly dull future. Unless they do things they are not supposed to.

What is that thing they are not supposed to do? Why is that such a thing? Do they want to keep order? Or do people want you to keep order? What do they want you to do? Society now, is the real threat. You are supposed to be something. You are supposed to want what others want. You are supposed and destined to live another’s life. It’s an illness, a disease, something that makes you die slowly but steady, not physically but mentally. 

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supercykes:

Where did that British accent come from?

“Really?! I always wondered how the twintails would look on me!”

❝ Of course darling-- Turn around, let me handle this hair of yours. You know! I might not be the super highschool level hairstyle designer but I sure do know how to make these beautiful twintails myself! ❞

British accent comes out of boredom.

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Send me a ★ if you think I accurately portray my muse

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femalexexsoldierclaudia:

“……” She couldn’t help it. It was simply in her nature to, not only find it a normal habit to put herself down and praise other women, much before herself. Let alone, keep a meaningfully long period of time with her maintaining eye-contact, before she looked away. It was a terrible habit of hers. 

“…i-it… It’s…Claudia… I’m Claudia Strife…a mercenary.” She answered nervously, trying not to look away quite so much, this time. Eyes darted here and there, at least. “…A-and…you?” 

     Truly, what an easy-to-manipulate this one was! While she did enjoy all the praise that anyone had to give to her, Junko wasn’t exactly one to be on such behavior for too long, all lovey-dovey 24/7 or even for an hour straight was far too boring! 

     She would have to let it pass for now though.

          ❝ What would a mercenary with such a beautiful name do here now? My name is Enoshima Junko, the ultimate fashionista if you couldn’t notice by the awesome clothing choice by now. ❞

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choker + top + jeans + creepers + backpack

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Clock Handbag | BLACKFIVE

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The 10th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to being challenged to a fight