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  • This isn't how things work! (BxG/Girl needed/ Semi adv/ M-preg/pafp )

    that's alright, because so am i. i can't start all too well, but yeah. we'll get through this, homie!


    thanks! yes, monokuma's dance is completely mesmerizing. a philosophical truth of the world.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 380px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 380px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;]The two royalties were as distinct as the divisions between day and night, which was why they were named respectively for that. The older sibling, the one whom personified the one that ruled the day, Sol, was the brighter of the two, both in terms of personality and intelligence. His distinguishing soft tresses of tawny hair a stark contrast to his vividly striking blues, with a well-built frame being the ideal of women all around, he is the crown prince of the kingdom, the on whom the whole population fawned over and admired loudly, with their praises and their vocalised wishes for him to succeed the throne showered upon this poster boy. Men from everywhere envied his position and his luck in winning the life of lottery, for he had been blessed with not only an Apollon beauty, but he also had the wealth and being the crown prince that men can only dream of and pray that they're some long lost prince of some nation far-off beyond the walls. Women vied for his attention and wished for the honour to become his lovely-wedded wife, usually because they were after his status and gold, or had fallen madly in love with this blazing young gentleman.


    He was one blessed with the radiance of the sun, his namesake.


    On the other side of things, there was his younger sister, the lovely LUNA. She was the child that beheld the silent beauty of the one that rises through the darkness. Long locks of dark hair, a smooth descent down to her lower back, and was sleek and soft, much like her brother's own mane, although the alluring vitality that he possessed seemed absent in her physical traits. She was a pale child, her dark feathers further accentuating her pallor, with sharp eyes and a persistent stern expression set into her features, and a rather taller than average stature, surely his equal, if not more; it was no wonder that the many people had commented her as having some strange sinister look to her seemingly doll-like innocence of her visage, a woman with the entrancing appeal of a temptress, an appearance so far off from her brother's angelic handsomeness. The only similarities in appearance that she shared with her brother? That she was beautiful and also had grown into a fine figure to be envied, shapely and smooth, but that was it. Instead of the beautiful blue her father and brother carry, she has only a dull grey, and unlike her shining trophy brother, her gifts were barely used, and she was plagued with many internalised ordeals.


    One such ordeal was the fact that she was being denied one of the feminine privileges, and currently, the main purpose of women during those backward-thinking days, and this made her unusable in any political schemes that her father might have thought up. To many royal princesses, this may come as an amazing stroke of luck, but to the insecure Luna, this was a complete wreck. In her pretty little head, she had already established herself as useless, and thanks to the loose mouths of some of the other nobles and villagers, doubt has been deeply-rooted into her psyche, worrying if she was truly her father’s child.


    Without the enthusiasm and outgoing of her company, consisting of her dearest brother Sol and her good-natured servants, twins Jasmine and Victor, she surely would have turned into the picture of emptiness, a vessel void of anything but her self-hate.


    It was their steady presence that helped her stay as outgoing as any young spoiled girls are, and was why she was still the same as ever, excitedly picking out her choice of attire for the upcoming ball to be held hours later.


    With a wide and genuine smile on her face, a rare spectacle beheld by the public, she was currently changing into different dresses, with the twain assessing on whether she will be gracing the eyes of the people attending with this attire or that. So far, she has already tried out an ecru dress that showed a bit too much of her cleavage, reminiscent of a bar-maid, a flamboyantly dazzling violet one that was absolutely too pompous and uselessly extravagant, a silky pastel blue that was deemed too plain and simple that it seemed like she had gone in her nightgown, and the one that was supposedly the next one she would try on, a green dress that certainly showed a bit more leg than she was comfortable with, the front part of the skirt rising up to just above her knees, and a bustle with the light maroon-lined drapery lifted into structured levels.


    Even if there were men who would definitely stare at a woman’s thighs, the chances of such a man appearing at the event are low, as only the well-known and superior names of society were invited. Doctors, philosophers, novelists, nobles; those were the kinds of people that would be set to attend.


    “…Which means that father might be looking for a husband for me…” The young maiden finds herself muttering under her breath, looking away bitterly for only a moment before assuming a smile and laughing at the absolutely shocked and belligerent look upon Jasmine’s face. Knowing her brother, he probably wouldn’t have minded if he were put into clothes meant for the lower classes, with his lack of tact, one of his few shortcomings!


    With only a few words of outrage at the possibility of a fashion disaster waiting to be unveiled, Jasmine makes a mad dash to where her brother might have been busy reading a book from his personal collection, unaware that he might be looking ‘ridiculous’ in Jasmine’s standards. At her disappearance, she was a little relieved and slumps a bit in her position, a bit tired at having to constantly change clothes. Now, don’t get her wrong, though. Luna would always take the time to shift and change, for the sake of looking good, but this was certainly getting a little exhausting. Telling Jasmine she wanted a short break might have ended with the young princess receiving a lecture for her lack of zeal, which is something she’d prefer to avoid, as it’ll only waste time that could have been used productively. No offence.


    To that, she can thank Victor for, but when he finally voices out his opinions, she retracts her statement. So that wasn’t his purpose, then? Still, she’s always thankful for any moment she gets alone with him, and is immensely ecstatic at any opportunity to tease him back.


    “Oh?” She purrs and walks towards the leisurely-sitting boy, a smirk on her lips. “Yes, indeed. I always have many on my list of marriageable candidates, my dear.” And she closes the distance by setting her two hands down on the arms of the arm-chair to keep him from possibly retreating because of his innate shyness. “It sounds as if you’re jealous, honey.” As much as she does play at being the seductive temptress, it’s hard to stay calm in the face of one’s object of infatuation, and rather than waiting for his answer, she backs down and moves across the room to sit down on the edge of her bed, her back facing him, as a soft red tints her cheeks, and again, worries are what overtake her mind. Did he notice?


    As an attempt to wave that off, she sighs, but still keeps a rather guarded position, with her arms wrapped around herself, and tries to change the subject. “What exactly did you make Sunny wear?” Hopefully, the attempt at dry humour will distract him.

  • and another thing { pafp . b x any . semi-adv. }

    yeaaah same here. I'm reaaly sorry about this. starters just aren't my thing no no please sin more (´◉◞౪◟◉)
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 380px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 380px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;]On the Capulet side of things, (or the Montagues, because he doesn't mind being the Romeo or the Juliet here,) the parents were a lot less (internally) homophobic and more concerned about the possibility of a falling out.


    “Honey, I know you think you love him, but dropping out of college to work?” “Fine, you go get with that f-ckboy and get the f-ck out of my house, because I don’t have a son now!” Okay, still a lot homophobic, but there were two sides to the coin. The mother didn’t really care about the fact that her only son is going to be dating a guy, because she kinda figured that her Jeanie-baby wouldn’t mind pitching for the same team. His long string of girlfriends and some secret boyfriends only she knew about were enough proof, but Jean coming out and telling them that he has a boyfriend now sealed the deal. To be honest, she was more worried about the implications of having to worry about cash and how the both of them were going to be able to get a decent-paying job that could easily support the both of them and if they were going to be able to find a steady income. More than anything, she was worried that her baby would end up like her once, where she had ran off at an early age, with an unnamed baby in her womb, the unborn infant losing their life during those arduous times, and her partner running off.


    At least one of his parents were concerned over his well-being. And the other side, his father? He was probably going to be very embarrassed at the next gathering of the ‘ripped-army-dads-and-their-sons-who-are-also-a-beefcake-brads-except-for-Jean-and-this-other-fat-kid’, wondering how he could tactfully explain to his friends from his days in the military that his son is currently dating a guy, will ran away recently, and that at this point, he is outraged that his son would go for some person of the same sex rather than enjoy a girl with a nice set of breasts, that his dreams of ever being a grandfather are ruined, and that the sacred family line of Fujigawa was going to end its flow with Jean. Way to exaggerate everything, traditional dad. He’s forgetting that he has a daughter, but whatever.


    Safe to say, he was still irritated, like all teenagers are when their parents tell them that they can’t do something, but it was obviously of a lesser degree compared to his significant other, Kota. I mean, hey, Jean was getting some shut-eye, at the very least.


    So when he’s woken up at one in the morning by the incessant buzzing of the phone under his pillow, he slowly brings himself up, like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon and proceeds to send a text, one that is illegible. A text containing the words wry you tart before lying on his side, phone still in hand, resting his still tired eyes again. It takes a few minutes before he realizes, “sh-t,” and slides the phone open again to retype a new message, because f-ck you auto-correct.


    Sorry about that. You kinda woke me up, so… :/ Why did you send me about fifty-something messages? Why are you wakin me up during the unholy hours of conjuring?


    Srry about that. U kinda woke me up, soooo y did u send me 50 smthng msgs? Y wake me up dring the unholy hours of cnjring? What happened?[/i] He barely thinks too much about using proper punctuation or grammar like he usually does, because dammit, it’s freaking one in the morning. He’s too tired to filter or sugar his words, nor does he care if that’s the boyfriend he’s trying to defend. I swear, he’s usually much more eloquent with his choice of words. It’s just that it’s one, and would very much prefer to be back to making out with the pillowcase and drooling all over it in his sleep.

  • I D[o]n't Wanna Die, So You're Gonna Have To - DanganRonpa Spin-Off - Sign Up

    Ah, this is why I love the danganronpa fandom. One moment we're all memeing around and pretty much being all-around-derps, then the next thing you know it, everyone goes off to the dark side of the danganronpa where we discuss deaths, whether deaths of murderers who have lost their minds are to be spared, and all such dark tendencies like murder, both of animals and humans alike, and we all know that we're not psychopathic murderers who'll go on a crime spree and become a renowned serial killer or something. Just plainly curious fans who are very inquisitive. (And the best thing is that we're respecting one another's right to opinion whilst freely expressing our own. Why can't everyday society be like this?)


    Although I do think that killing may serve a purpose, even in the lives of humans, though whether it's a bad or good effect is relative. You can scare a nation by killing an important figure and all that, you can outrage a family. You can escape from a life of abuse and all that.


    To be honest, I actually do try and understand whatever the criminal's motives are. Sometimes. When I'm actually feeling merciful and kind. What exactly made killing for them fun? Is it something that was built upon them at birth or did the horns simply develop through their experiences? What could have shaped them? More than anything, I am perpetually fascinated more by what could have drove them to what humans would refer to as one of the worst things we are capable of, and it's practically why I dabble a bit in psychology, though I prefer the intrapsychic side of things, usually.


    (You mean like Ted Bundy? I haven't exactly studied him all too much in detail, but I heard he was branded evil by the United States?)


    I do see the validity of both points, which leaves me in the neutral zone, because I am an indecisive f-ck, aha.

  • I D[o]n't Wanna Die, So You're Gonna Have To - DanganRonpa Spin-Off - Sign Up

    Well, for that, I disagree. I don't completely shame all killings, but I don't support it either, even if there is a good reason for it. While it's true that it's rather hard to exactly define life, unless we're just going by textbook definition, it's not exactly selfish of humans to want to stay in their own vessels, as you put it. It's their body, their right, and there's nothing wrong about wanting to preserve themselves. In fact, self-preservation is a base instinct in just about nearly every being on this Earth. It's rare to see someone who would actually be willing to give their life to the whole world, unless they were Jesus or that they simply have found either a purpose and a strong determination to fulfil it or that they're lifeless.


    And well, the other reason killing is bad is that it's written in the ten commandments. But why must there be a reason? I'm truly curious why we are so adamant at finding a reason, and this isn't me defending it, okay? Just curious.


    But I still remain positive that killing isn't senseless, since there has been a lot accomplished by killing, though I don't see it as the best solution. It's simply the second option.

  • ❤░ ＬＯＶＥＬＯＳＴ ░❤ | Plotting Thread

    Oh, scroll up to this post.