// Ardyn Izunia - Verses

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      “As I’m not really good at lying – I’ll be entirely honest with you: It’s a little bit of both. I have some questions about how I should go about handling some of the youths in my school. And, furthermore, I was hoping you might give me a bit of your time personally. I’m… not mistaken in the fact that it is your birthday, correct? I was hoping you might be willing to spend it with me.”

      The young headmaster wasn’t a liar. He wasn’t good at it and he wasn’t willing to even try – Munakata had been through enough without trying to deal with the former Ultimate Lucky Student’s shenanigans.  The very least he deserved from Makoto Naegi was some honesty, and he was willing to give that to the older man as directly as he knew how. I mean, it embarrassed him a little to admit so upright that he’d had a bit of an ulterior motive for inviting the other here – in fact, the crimson that began to dust his cheeks a little would only further confirm his own awkwardness at things like this, but? The stubbornness behind his eyes wouldn’t waver.

      “Of course, you don’t need to.” He continues, scratching his cheek a little – awkwardly, though he does smile. “I just… I thought it might be nice to catch up with you. And I feel like it’s… just lonely to be traveling about, especially on your birthday.” It was out of concern for the other that he did this: And, sure, he wasn’t sure entirely whether the other would find that annoying or not – but he still had to give it a shot.

      Munakata was a big part of the reason he’d become the man who he’d become now. And he’d learned a little more about putting his foot down and standing up for what he believed in due to everything that had happened – now that he was Headmaster of the Reestablished Hope’s Peak Academy, he wanted more then ever to keep getting stronger. Learning more. Becoming someone who could do justice for the talented youths whom had found themselves under him now. “And regardless of your answer: I’ve prepared some coffee and even a small cake. So, at the very least, would you mind sharing those with me while we speak of the students?”

      He was much more stubborn now as a young man then he was as the ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT he had once been. He was shyer then. More unsure. But? He wouldn’t give up now.

( sending myself a question - how silly. :'3 )

( yay for me sending... me... things? yay for tests! 

and the insanity it ensues. :’3

- Aula )

// gojun - verses

{ General } -                   ( ver ) .western general╰☆╮(❝Gojun❞)

      The main canon route for Gojun - this is where the timeline of Gaiden happens. And prior. He’s a Dragon God, and very serious about his job as the General of the Western Army. He’s a good person, though stern. And, when it comes down to it, he wants to believe that Heaven is better then it is...

      But, when faced with the truth of everything, he decides that if he can do nothing else? He will at least be a scribe for the events that take place.

{ Rebel } -                 ( ver ) .traitor╰☆╮(❝Gojun❞)

      Having seen the others actions - in this verse, Gojun decided to take their side during the events that took place. Once he’d been kidnapped, he’d talked to them for a while, trying to make sense of their decisions. However, having already seen some of the corruption taking place in heaven? He was a little more willing to go along with what they were saying...

      It’s true. Heaven is rotting. And they might as well abandon ship before everything simply goes under.

{ Jeep/Hakuryuu } -                 ( ver ) .companion╰☆╮(❝Gojun❞)

      Being reincarnated as an actual . . . dragon wasn’t what he’d expected. In fact: He’s one of few that actually retained his memories after the massacre that their grand exit had been. However, he’d been alive up there for some time still. Not for long, his injuries had been far too severe for that, but...

      Nowadays, he’s doing what he can to help them, whether they remember or not. Perhaps it is repentance that he remembers, but they know nothing...

explosivestorm:

@absortio

            ❝It can be really frightening I suppose.❞

WHERE WAS LIGHT, THERE WAS DARKNESS. But if one side triumphed, if one shadowed the other, all that negativity would continue to evolve and take deeper roots. That had been her case; sorrow, anger, bitterness, helplessness have all been emotions which devoured her heart, which made her resort to unsealing that abyssmal darkness which swallowed everything in its path. ❝You could say that the most terrifying thing was the emptiness which followed after. Once my anger quelled, once I could see clearer.. nothing which I had held any meaning. ❞ Pointless destruction. That pain was not solely inflicted on those who deserved, but innocence people had been affected; they suffered losses, their hearts cried out in pain. Death had never been beautiful for them, nor liberating. It stole what they held more precious. Allowing a heavy sigh of relief go past her lips, she raised her heard towards the sky. That clear blue was peaceful, serene and it calmed her soul. Her sins were hers to bear, nonetheless that experience still remained. The tough lesson Yuna received would forever be imprinted in her mind; its goods and bad had marked her. She was another person now. ❝The more you welcome darkness in your life, the more you seek it, the more it will consume you. You can say that was a lesson. As for what happened next.. well, those years were another form of darkness I confronted. ❞

       It was surprising to hear those words from the other – but? Perhaps more so then anything, it was surprising to hear someone say something to eerily familiar to her own thoughts. She remembered everything she’d done while working for the IGA LEAGUE OF FIVE, she remembered betraying the team that welcomed her back nowadays… ( some more warily then others, but? that was fair. )

      The NUMBNESS that follows when you get what you thought you wanted – was one of the most terrifying things in the world. It was like being adrift. Without a goal, without an anchor . . . for Anastasia, what followed numbness was p a i n. She was welcomed back, but? As a traitor. And the kindness granted her, with or without wanting it? Locked her down like shackles. That was why she was the “BRAVE of ICE” once again. And? After all this time, she was still a TRAITOR in some of their minds. And others have warmed up to her presence once more…

      “… though I can understand how you felt to an extent, and I’m glad that it’s been a learning experience for you, I’m sorry that you felt that way to begin with.” Nothing was worse than feeling “EMPTY” – abandoned. In her life she’d felt that way several times. And somehow, people always reached out to her.

      Even after she’d made mistakes. “Do you want to elaborate? You must want to talk… at least to an extent, to offer these words so willingly. I’m more than happy to hear you out, if you want to talk. Though I certainly don’t know if I can offer you any worthwhile advice.” Anastasia was similar – having a FROZEN HEART years before, due to her own person grudges and anger. And holding onto a HOPE she knew should have died. She’d tortured herself these ways, she knew the person who’d made the mistake was her. And? It’d consumed her for some time. However, she already had a history of being that “ODD WOMAN” according to Yuna… so at the very least, perhaps, she could hear her out.

// hattori hanzou - verses

{ Loyalty } -                   ( ver ) .tokugawa shinobi╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzou❞)

      A former shinobi from Iga, back before it’s fall, Hattori Hanzou has been working for Ieyasu since a young age. And? Since then, he’s been getting used to his new Lord’s antics. He is grumpy most of the time, however? He has decided to stick around his side... Becoming the head shinobi of the Tokugawa Shinobi, and following his masters orders absolutely.

{ Retired } -                 ( ver ) .scars remain╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzou❞)

      Having been ordered to help Enju in her escape, Hanzou was very severely injured. Due to that, he’s not much of a shinobi anymore. However: That hasn’t stopped his connections to his former Lord, who keeps insisting that he take land and a title as offered to him... Even though he’d be content to live as a hermit.

{ tag stuff } -                 ( ver ) .verse name╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzou❞)

 ( under construction )

// nagito komaeda - verses

{ “School Trip of Mutual Killing” } –                     ( ver ) .tragedy╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      This takes place during the main timeline of “SDR2.” After Monokuma arrived, beat off their teacher Usami/Monomi, and announced that this was going to become a “Killing Game,” something akin to what Nagito had been joking about not that long ago… During this time, the “Ultimate Lucky Student” has become rather unstable. Believing himself not worthy to be an Ultimate, but instead, thinks of himself as something of an “Ultimate’s fan” or sorts. He wishes to become a stepping stone for the others to use, as a bases for them to leave this island, so that they might have a chance to leave this place. [His ideas are a little skewed due to a few medical conditions, as well as his own beliefs, making him difficult to get along with… even if he initially appears pleasant.]

{ Island Mode AU } –                      ( ver ) .trust╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      This takes place in in an alternative reality where, instead of Monokuma winning his fight with Usami? She beat the stuffing out of him, instead, and told him to leave. In this mode, Nagito is friendly, though often a little confusing for his classmates. Due to his instability from his ailments, he can be a bit hard to work with… but? Over all? He is friendly, willing to work with others, and tries his best. (Though, he often reads a little too deeply into little things, if they’re not worded carefully.) He has a bit of an inferiority complex, and often worries that he won’t measure up to people’s expectations of him.

{ Normal School Life } –                     ( ver ) .lucky╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      School life back at Hope’s Peak Academy. Though, initially, Nagito turned down the invitation several times, eventually he agreed to attend, based on the headmasters persistence. Though he doesn’t believe his “talent” is truly something worth being called an “Ultimate” over? He does find it awe-inspiring that Hope’s Peak wishes to do research on something as obscure as “Luck” as one of their talents. Because of his view on his talent? He often views others as better then himself… but? He definitely feels he is more fortunate in those in the Reserve.

{ Despair Days } –                       ( ver ) .twisted╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

       This would be Nagito prior to his involvement in DR:AE. His actions as a member of the Remnants of Despair, and the time after he left Hope’s Peak Academy, to help spread despair. Believing, ultimately, that hope can only spread properly by watching despair fester and grow… only to be utterly crushed. He wishes to nurture despair, watch it grow, so that he can watch it burned to the ground. During this time, you can expect that he is a fair bit more twisted, and dangerous.

{ DR:AE Servant } –                     ( ver ) .game-master╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      Spoiler Warning for Danganronpa AE: Ultra Despair Girls - Due to a specifically planned series of events, he was able to align himself appropriately to become a part of the Warrior’s of Hope, in a role as insignificant as a “Servant.” Finding himself “captured” by them, and his life threatened, he begged for his life and was willing to do anything to stay alive. Eventually? They choose to spare him on account of him being useful to them. However? This is part of him playing a role. A Child’s Paradise? A successor? It’s hard to tell what exactly he’s after… but only a few know he’s there on purpose.

{ Post-SDR2 / DR3 } –                     ( ver ) .miracle╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      As unlikely as it seems? Eventually, Nagito managed to wake up. It took a little… unlikely help, and the destruction of the world he’d been in, within the Neo World Program. But? He has awoken, and? With a little bit of help from his friends, he has managed to more or less recover - including the introduction of a replacement arm.

       After all: It wasn’t as though the spare he’d picked up earlier was doing him much good…

{ Genderbent Verse } -                   ( ver ) .lady luck╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

       Name: Nagisa Komaeda

       Nagisa is a very… particular young lady. Despite having been brought into Hope’s Peak Academy as the “ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT,” she doesn’t believe herself to be talented at all. A fact that she isn’t exactly shy to tell the others. However, she does like to cheer on her truly talented classmates, and would happily do just about anything for the lot of them.

      ( For the most part, this is an add-on verse. So, this verse may appear in addition to one of the many other verses I have around~ And is mostly available by request. )

{ Idol Verse } -                    ( ver ) .sacred garden╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      The current pet project of a relatively small agency known for “One Hit Wonders,” Nagito Komaeda has somehow managed to keep a certain amount of fame after his releases. The agency is known as “SACRED GARDEN,” and frankly? It’s desperate to have one true success story. And they, more so then he, are willing to do just about anything to get anyone to be that for them. And? Since he’s the one whose left an impact, they’re now doing just about anything they can to get him to be successful.

{ Mastermind Nagito } -                       ( ver ) .despair╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      It was funny, wasn’t it? How the truly talented people could do so much but often strives for so little. It was wasteful. Pitiful. Especially when people like him couldn’t contribute to society. Not really. And all of their talents… they didn’t have to even try for them. Everything was simple, spoon fed, for most of them.  And, one after another, his talent - his curse, has him crippled and was even killing him. Because of this, because of his rage, he’s decided to take some action. After all: His luck has at least granted him one true resource he could use - money. And with it, he creates his own death game. Where only those who begin to see the value of their own talents can pass.

      “Welcome to my little game. You have one week to get out. All of you have been given two things. A key, one for any of the various things in this establishment. It’s up to you to figure out whose key does what. And the other thing? Is a collar filled with explosives. One that is part of a randomizer that I’ve set up here… Every hour? Someone will die at random. So? You’ve better put forth your best effort to get out, hmm? … oh? How? Well, that’s simple. You have to figure out who I am. And kill me. If you do? You’ll be rewarded~ You’ll get the key that can stop the game and release you from this building. You’ll even inherit a great reward,” his vast fortune, “… but? You’ll certainly have to work to get it, this time.”       ( As with Makoto? Nagito is not obsessed with despair. In fact, the only thing he believes in is his luck. It’s the only thing that he’s had shown to him, had proven to him, so many times that he can’t help but believe in it. However? He has no love for his fellow classmates. He considers them all pitiful and useless, since they don’t value their gifts as much as he feels they should - especially when his is so destructive to himself. However? He has made himself part of this game too. He has a collar and a key, just like everyone else. It’s a game. It has to be fair, doesn’t it? )

{ Mystical AU / Orsus } –                    ( ver ) .boundless (shape-shifter)╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      Nagito Komaeda is an odd one – a drifter from Safe Haven to Safe Haven. He doesn’t tend to stay anywhere for more than a few years, given his… Unusual nature. A lot of the Folk exist as shape shifters, so? That part isn’t of particular surprise to anyone. But? Given his unusual existence and his origin, he finds that he just doesn’t settle anywhere well. After all: He was never given any particular grounding. No sense of belonging.

      Perhaps it’s because he feels incomplete, that he drifts – looking for something/anything, that makes him feel completed. Grounded. Anchored. Until then? He drifts. And for now? That makes him a resident of the island, Orsus.

      “Nagito” is a name he chose for himself – after all: he wasn’t traditionally born. Nagito was a stray “fabric of creation” left from when the universe was made. However, he was never used to make anything, and left to drift. Years passed, and eventually, somehow, it became self-aware. His base form, his natural self, is the only “original” thing he can turn into – aside from that? He can only shape-shift into things that already exist. Or that are currently still alive. He is no god, so he cannot create anything – or become anything that doesn’t exist anymore. The only exception is his base form.

ooc // s i d e ‘ m u s e s ?

{ as stated in my rules before - my having a seperation between “main muses” and “side muses” isn’t a lack of interest in both sets of muses. Instead, it’s really just that i’ve noticed some people respond better to some muses of mine... so?

if you’re a mutual of mine? by ( liking ♥ ) this post you’re giving me permission to spam you with muses from my “side-muse” page as well. generally speaking, you’re just giving me permission to use them with our rp’s, for possible starters from starter call, etc. rather then just the ones from my “main muses” page! :’3 this of course isn’t necessary to roleplay with me. if you’re entirely uninterested in these muses, that’s fine! <3 or if you have only have a few muses from my side muse page that you’re interested in? you just have to let me know~ i simply want to know who is interested in these muses!

- Aula }

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      Kokichi laughs a little to himself as he stands out in the hall – his present in hand, and presented outright, for whenever the other happened to open the door. This was actually part of the reason he’d come in the morning! A devious little sneak he was, when it came to things like this, but? But he knew for a fact that the other had a hard time waking up in the morning. He was often drowsy for hours – and he thought that surprising him was the best chance he had to get the other to agree.

      Especially when this was an earnest attempt on his part. The TRUTH he’d spoken aloud was that he wanted the two of them to be VALENTINES. That was true.

      But given the obscurity of it & the silly manner in which he presented it? He doubted the other would take it seriously – which was fine. The LIAR didn’t have the real t i m e for anything like that. But? He thought it might be nice to humor his own feelings for once. Even if… they weren’t going to be presented properly. And he wouldn’t explain to the other that he meant it. He was sure his friend, the ULTIMATE DETECTIVE, would take it as a prank. And that was fine. “G’morning, buddy!” The tiny SUPREME LEADER chimes, laughing a little.

      It was fun to fluster the other.

      And here was his cue to begin doing so more – the moment the other looked… flustered, and tried to explain to him the holiday, Kokichi allowed himself to look confused followed by sad. Well trained tears beginning to well up in his expressive eyes. “Ah… oh.” Disappointment clear on his features. His shoulders slumping as he lowers the gift a little. “… I guess… that means you don’t want them then?”

      He was a gremlin and he knew it. Manipulating the other even now with their established friendship. But, surely enough – If the other didn’t do some “damage control” of this situation, he was about to make a scene. Why? Because he cared. And this was how he treated his friends.

streetcrowned‌:

while she knew of his heritage - or rather, the lack of one - alibaba had always read his adventures, perhaps raising sinbad to an impossible inhuman pedestal. seeing him act so human and just like a person came therefor definitely as a shock to her ( and even if she had known it to be impossible, she had been disappointed by ja’far not being a horned and fire breathing demon ) but that was more of an issue of her constantly having her nose stuck in one of his stories.

at the king’s offer to show her sindria’s nightlife, the princess could not help but just wave with her hand “it’s fine, master sharrkan showed me those houses with the wine and the pretty ladies I know my way around now.” definitely not what was meant but she didn’t realize that at all.

“sorry ! sorry ! but you know, I always read your adventures, so seeing the mighty sinbad so frustrated by a simple hole in his clothes - forgive me for saying it like that but that is quite adorable! It makes you very human… and that is reassuring, you know? It means, maybe I can at least be a little bit like you once I am stronger!”

her needle is quick at work, and sun kissed hands make sure that neither the king nor her fingers get to feel the rather painful tip of the needle. lost in her work, alibaba didn’t even notice how she continued to talk, perhaps going as far as revealing things she had never dreamed about telling him. “before I came back to Balbadd to see how bad it got, I wanted to use most of my money to help it. But I wanted to keep some and come here - I always wanted to open a shop in Sindria, be part of your dream. Of course I never dreamed about meeting you or the generals, I just wished to be a normal citizen!… I doubt I can do that now. I need to gather my strength to help Balbadd but… while it lasted, I really loved that dream.”

      When she brushed off his offer as something very … ah, different then he’d intended, Sinbad couldn’t help a hearty chuckle. Amusement in his golden eyes as he shakes his head. “Ah, I think you misunderstand me.” He comments, laughing a little still. Sinbad couldn’t help it – it was amusing for him that just about everyone always jumped to that conclusion for him first and foremost.

      And yes, while he did have a history of frequenting places like that, after all: he enjoyed the company of his people. He was the king of Sindria. And he enjoyed being amongst those who called this land their home. It was part of the dream he’d worked so hard to accomplish.

      “I meant… ah, never mind, I suppose. It’s rude to push an opinion on a lady who has already declined.” With that, he would wait to see if she asked him about it further. Why? Because he knew for a fact that when you start saying something and then retract it – it becomes a matter of interest. And honestly, he wanted to see how she responded to it. Perhaps it was cruel of him to play these little tricks on her, but he knew she was a passionate sort, and seeing her riled was fun.

      “… I can see where there would be some amount of shock. I had a lot of fun writing those stories – but I suppose I can see where they would make me seem… almost inhuman.” Seeing him riled up like an average man, after only reading his stories? He could imagine there was some amount of shock. “I should have added more of my fluster and confusion. People would have had a clearer picture then.” He adds with a soft laugh – ( after all: he knew he left those things out on purpose. Creating and crafting a “PERFECT KING” in his manuscripts. ) “Well, if it inspires you to work hard? I hope you can do just that. I look forward to seeing what sort of world you might one day craft.”

      And he hoped that she did it as his ally. However, he knew very well there was a possibility that that might not one day be the case.

      However, as she worked and spoke – the king fell respectfully silent. Listening to her humble dream had him smile a little. It reminded him of his time as a fisherman. Back then, he would have never dreamed of becoming a KING. Not until he got that letter by the army. . . not before he met that MAGI, ether. “You know, I still have a company running elsewhere, right? It would not be impossible for you to set up a shop here, despite your other goals. Our countries have always had amicable ties. I wouldn’t deny you a storefront should you want to set one up.”

@streetcrowned​

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      Unfortunately for HYDE he wouldn’t get to see the angels reaction to his unintentional slip up – he was already busy throwing himself fully into his new task of taking care of the other. He wasn’t sure when the other would change his mind, so? His best bet was to do his absolute BEST so that the other wouldn’t suddenly declare otherwise.

      If he worked hard at it and tried to keep himself in check to some extent… then the other would rest and hopefully recover sooner.

      “Tea it is, Angelcakes.” The blond calls back, before immediately setting to work on that as well. There was still some room on the stove. The soup he had set to cook was going now, though it did require some stirring, the water was now on the stove, and he continued his multi-tasking. The melon balls were almost complete, so he would serve those first. “But first, I have an appetizer.” And with that, he struts over to the other – the small bowl in hand as well as a small fork. “I’ll just set these here for now, but I’ll be back with your tea shortly.”

      And he did just that – within minutes, he had the tea ready as well. Serving it on a small tray filled with things he could add to it, should he choose to. Sugar cubes, milk, lemon. Anything he wanted. The HEDGEHOG was a strange S e r v a m p. He rarely stuck to an EVE, and even rarer? Did he do things when he wasn’t required to.

      To see him put his 110% into working on an earnest cause rather then for his own amusement? Was probably a bit of an oddity. “I’ll have some sandwiches and soup ready in just a bit too. So, don’t you go anywhere, Angel. I’ll be right back.” I mean, LICHT had already agreed to behave for now – so HYDE wasn’t overly concerned. The EVE of GREED didn’t usually lie. … u s u a l l y.

      When he was f i n i s h e d – what he came back with was a chicken broth and a variety of small sandwiches. Peanut butter and jelly, cucumber, and even BLT’s. He wasn’t sure what his E V E could stomach, but he definitely wanted to be sure he’d find SOMETHING he would eat. He needed to recover, and for that to happen? He needed to take care of himself. “If you don’t see something you’d like – or if you’d prefer something else, just let me know. Your wish, is my command.” He says, before winking. “At least for now.”