reminder to self: never draw wings again.
also, fuck shoes.
and sorry for the crappy background, I was tired as hell when I got to it.
edit: i forgot to mention, i drew this because @kirigiri-and-the-diamonds told me to draw them crying. Also because I have this idea that Junko regrets having killed Mukuro.

There were times when Junko almost regretted killing Mukuro.
Not truly, of course. The rush of despair she’d felt watching the spears pierce her twin’s body (her body? it was so hard to tell when they were dressed the same) had been unparalleled. She’d been overwhelmed by the elation the despair brought her and the pain of losing something so precious; she had scrambled to make it to the bathroom in time to vomit. Clutching the cold plastic of the toilet bowl, shaking, she’d repeated Mukuro’s name over and over, riding the undulating tide of nausea. It had been beautiful.
Junko had lost count of the number of times she’d replayed the footage. Slowed down, sped up, set to music, volume turned up to the maximum so she could hear the breathy, desperate tone of Mukuro’s final words. She’d pressed her face against the television screen, zoomed in on her sister’s face, and slowly dragged her tongue across the glass. She’d filled every monitor in the data processing room with Mukuro’s death, wrapping it around herself, the way an animal would build a nest.
But there were still times when it would’ve been preferable for her sister to be alive.
It would have been criminally easy to dispose of Kirigiri, for example. Just issue the command and the detective would have turned up in one of the rooms as nothing more than a puddle of gore and a few errant hairs left for identification purposes. Junko knew what Mukuro was capable of. She chuckled quietly and remembered the things her twin used to whisper to her in bed: about the men she’d killed for Fenrir; about the corpses she’d stacked high for her sister’s sake; about what she’d do to Tsumiki if Junko ever withdrew her protection.
Despite how alluring the idea of executing Mukuro would be, though, it couldn’t compare to what had actually happened. Mukuro would know she was about to die, and how; she’d been instrumental in the construction of her own execution apparatus. No, things had gone down the most favorable path.
That left Kirigiri as Junko’s problem. As she considered her options, Junko leaned back in the observation chair and tapped the envelope in her hand against the desk. It was a shame this particular item didn’t get to be used as a motive. Mukuro was already tucked away in the biology lab by the time it was issued, along with Kuwata and Maizono. (The last was a shame to lose as well; Junko had really enjoyed selecting the photos that best emphasized how much blood and semen Maizono had dirtied her hands with on the path to becoming an idol.)
It would have been delicious to see her twin open the envelope. Surely she would have been expecting her secret to be an outing of her talent, or her identity, or her relationship to the mastermind, or perhaps an attempt to pin Junko’s crimes on her.
She smiled as she slid the delicate paper out and rested it on her lap.
The mastermind’s only weakness.
Without pausing to think, Junko navigated to the folder where she saved surveillance footage.

Mizpah (Despaircest) - Dangan Ronpa
Well, let’s say I have this feeling that Junko regrets what she did to Mukuro.
Rating: Teen and up.
Spoilers: Yes.
Note: slight necrophilia warning maybe? No big deal but well.
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1019237
From Hebrew, Mizpah: (n.) the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
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She had to make them see that hope was not an available path – that was the only way to make them commit a murder in that situation, otherwise, filthy human beings like them would keep relying on each other to find comfort from the beloved despair Enoshima Junko was so determined to make them achieve. The absence of hope was essential for her plan to work, and sacrifices demanded to be made. She needed to give them a demonstration of what she could do to them.
That’s how she justified the killing of her sister.
Mukuro wouldn’t mind, and Junko was convinced of it from the start. The soldier herself told her countless times during midnight love confessions about how she’d give her own life for Junko: how her body, her heart and her soul were hers to keep, and how everything she did was for the sake of her younger twin.
Pathetic.
Devoting yourself to somebody like that could only lead to death, it was obvious – clear like water. Ikusaba Mukuro didn’t mind being used and thrown aside, she was a mere puppet of Enoshima’s wishes, and yet… Junko did love her. The sick kind of love, demonstrated by violence and abuse, which could mean deeper scars than the skin can show – but you couldn’t expect much more from growing with a sociopathic, homicidal and sadistic twin sister.
Or could you?
A grin covered Junko’s perfect face and her blue eyes were carved on the screens that monitored Hope’s Peak Academy. She had headphones on and listened to the conversation going on between Sakura Oogami and Aoi Asahina.
‘’I can’t take this anymore, Sakura-chan!’’ Aoi cried – the mastermind could see behind the screen tears streaming down her cheeks as her knees failed her and she fell on the floor of the corridor in front of her own room. ‘’I’m so tired of this place. I don’t want anyone to die anymore.’’
Sakura kneed in front of the girl and placed her hands on her shoulders. ‘’Be strong, Asahina, my girl. We’re going to find a way out… it’s a matter of time.’’
‘’No, it’s not! Nobody is coming rescue us, right?! I miss my life, I miss swimming, I miss things how they are supposed to be! I’m sick of this endless nightmare!’’
‘’I know.’’ The fighter sighed. ‘’But we have no choice now. We have to be strong and patient. And as long we are together, I’m sure we can beat whoever is doing this.’’
‘’I’m in so much pain right now!’’ Aoi hugged Sakura. ‘’Whoever they are, they’re getting what they want!’’
‘’We can’t let them win…’’ murmured the other girl.
As she watched the scene, Junko’s grin became wider and wider and turned into a giggle that developed into a maniac laughter, which filled the whole room in high tone.
‘’Do you see that?! Isn’t that beautiful? She’s succumbing to my Despair!’’ She turned her head to look back, way too quickly. ‘’Hey, Muku, did you see that? Our plan is workin-‘’
Junko stopped. The smile disappeared from her face and she stared into nothing for what seemed to be ages, wondering why she did that. Why did she call Mukuro when she was dead? Enoshima herself killed her. The model narrowed her eyes, feeling a bitter taste on her tongue and a scratch of angst in her heart with the realization.
No, Mukuro didn’t see that, because you killed her.
Getting up from her chair, she left the room like a rocket in lightspeed, walking quickly up to the morgue. Her noisy high heels knocked the floor rhythmically, ticking into her head like a clock and making her running thoughts faster with the seconds. She pushed the door, struggling, and shivered with the cold of the room. She knew what compartment to open – she’d been the one to put her there in the first place.
The sound of the tracks echoed in the room as the metal drawer revealed a white body sack. She unzipped it and stared at her mirroring face.
You killed Mukuro. You killed your own sister.
Carefully, she removed the wig from her sister’s head and threw it aside – now it looked like Ikusaba Mukuro, except for the clothes. Closed eyes, peaceful expression —Junko had seen her like that many times that she could simply be sleeping. But the thing is, this time she wasn’t going to wake up – her eyes would never open again. She would never tell Junko how much she blindly loved her anymore.
Never.
‘’Oi, come back.’’ Junko murmured into the cold air, and a white cloud of breath left her mouth with the words. Nothing, however, happened, so she continued. ‘’Oi, Mukuro. I’m telling you to come back. Now.’’
That face. Those disgustingly ugly freckles. That carelessly dry dark hair. And her skin was even paler than usual. Junko grifted her teeth with anger. So annoying – Mukuro was so annoying – and all the little things about her that were so annoying began to show for a second. She was so useless, pathetic, desperate, attention seeking, stupid… The rage made the model dig her long nails into the palm of her hands so deep that blood drops started falling on the floor beside her.
‘’I just told you to come back!’’ she yelled at the top of her lungs. ‘’Come back now, Mukuro! Didn’t you say you’d do anything I told you to?! Then come the fuck back here!’’
Falling on her knees on the floor, the younger twin finally did what she had never done since the other girl’s death: genuine grief tears burned from her eyes across her face and down her neck as she sobbed Mukuro’s name. The older sister would usually hold her as she cried when she had sudden breakdowns, but now she was alone and it was her own fault. The only thing she managed to get from killing Mukuro in the end, was…
…Despair.
Gradually, Enoshima’s sobs evolved into a disdain laughter – so deeply sarcastic you couldn’t tell what that was a reaction of. She threw her head back, holding her stomach to contain her enthusiasm. Tears still rolled down her face, a warm contrast against the coldness of the morgue atmosphere.
She struggled to get on her feet again, still giggling, and leaned over to Mukuro’s face. ‘’You see, Muku? I’m in so much despair right now, isn’t it beautiful? I’m so happy for this!’’ Junko cupped her sister’s cheek, and kissed her lips softly. ‘’I’m going to make them all feel this beautiful despair as well, I promise, my soldier.’’
After leaving the body as she first found it, the model left the morgue, wiping the tears from her face.
Maybe it’s a sick kind of love, if you even can call it like this, but there are things beyond human understanding. Love, adoration, lust, passion – maybe these are just different ways of naming the same thing? That all really just depends on how you see it. And through two certain pairs of blue eyes, that was what it was.

HHAHAHHAHHA I’M WRITING A NEW DESPAIRCEST FIC FINALLY I FEEL MY HEART BREAKING
its so not that about Junko forcing Mukuro to please herself at gunpoint nope nope

Wow yeah ahahah I have no idea how to continue this fic or if I should any suggestions? hell even roleplay would be per for this.
i’m going through a few of my old half finished fics THERES LIKE 30 UGH in order to get better ideas for the despaircest gunplay thing so yeah /.\ heres one of them I had based off Angel Eyes by New Years Day/ Chris Motionless
Name: N/A
Rating: idk yet probably just T
Chapter one-
'perhaps i should tell him now….' she thought, her thin fingers tapping restlessly upon the desk as she stared ahead of her, at the back of a young boys head. Mukuro had almost always had a small crush him, Makoto Naegi, ever since he started to show her kindness. It was difficult to work up the courage to speak to him however, whether it be due to his lavender locked companion or her own overbearing younger sister whom practically thrived off attention; she only seemed to talk with him when he required help. This practically drove her crazy, all the distractions preventing her from spilling emotion forth like an overturned cup.
Letting out a small sigh as the final bell rang, she quickly gathered up her belongings before retreating out the open door in a crowd of other students. ‘How odd…’ she thought, ‘that Junko didnt come to class today… i suppose shes still back in her door… hmph… she’ll start failing at this rate…’
Frowning at the thought, she quickly made her way back to their shared room, weaving effortlessly between the crowds of students as she approached the destination.
Once reaching the door, her curiosity got the best of her “Junko-chan…?,” she called out softly, knuckles rapping against the wooden frame “are you there? I’m a bit worried… I dont want you getting behind in your wor—”
Abruptly cutting her off, the door swung open, revealing a very irritated Junko, “What the hell do you want?” she hissed, rubbing her tired, aquamarine eyes, “Mukuro you useless bitch I was trying to sleep! This better be important!”
"A-ah… my apologies sister but your absence from class worried me a bit so i thought i’d come see if you were okay…" she looked away, a bit unsure how her sister would react. She was used to the strings of profanity and insults that would almost aways follow her speaking, but would always take them to heart. Her sister was the only person she really had left, the only one whom she could talk to and give her ‘life bettering’ advice about herself. Oh how she idolized her, the perfection, the ones who practically worshipped the very ground she stood on, the global recognition…. it was all desirable. Sure, it changed how she acted, going from a slightly deceitful young girl into a borderline psychotic domineering persona, a fake shell to protect what was left of her real self, but hell no matter what she would forever adore her.
"I’m completely fine. Now unless you wish to relieve me of my boredom, get out of my sight." Turning to shut the door, a small smirk formed upon her pale cherry lips as she felt Mukuros boot block it from closing.
"A-ah wait..! Sister I wanted to ask… for a bit of advice…" she held her breath as soon a sthe words escaped her lips, she could never be certain how Junko would take her when she wished for something to help. Occasionally she complied, yet other moments she essentially got kicked to the hypothetical curb, abandoned with her problem as her sister practically basked in the faint bit of despair brought on with her cruelness.
Amused, Junko kept her back facing the freckled girl, her smirk growing wider as she took in and analyzed her every word, “Is that so? Now what do you need help with, hm?” she could care less as her elder sibling quickly slipped past her and into the room. Watching her perche upon the edge of her bed, her eyes held a playfully innocent gleam, “Is it something despair worthy~?”
Sitting up straight, Mukuro played with her fingers nervously “I…wanted to ask if you could help me talk to someone….” Letting out a small sigh, she hesitantly continued her sentence, “..Naegi… to be exact… I’ve had a bit of a ehm.. well…”
Taken aback as Junko placed a hand on either side of her legs, she leaned a bit away from her, her siblings piercing blue eyes practically drilling holes through her.
"…You like him…" Her smile immediately faded into a cold scowl, her pale eyes growing into seemingly endless pits of jagged ice as she stared down into her soul, "…don’t you… Mukuro…

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i SHIP DESPAIRCEST NOW IDF DSFMS SO FUCKIGNS FHDON WITH MYSELF

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hello friend we r despir twons

there are days when i forget i ever even watched dangan ronpa
and then there are days when i think of mukuro as junko and despaircest and it leaves me in crippling pain for hours

dance now, just like the idiot you are ☆

i can’t find my original post of this drawing but heya my otp

Travelin’ Soldier
Pairing: Despaircest (Junko/Mukuro)
From a roleplay with Lee!!
Muku and Junk write letters to each other while Muku’s in Fenrir.
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12th July
Junko,
I miss you. And I need to send you this letter to tell you how sorry I am, I should have told you about my plans with Fenrir, but by the time I had to leave, it was too late, I’m sorry for that and I’m sorry for leaving in the first place. I know you will do wonderfully without me, but please Junko, I beg you to take care of yourself, I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you and I wasn’t there to protect you just like I promised.
I promise I will come home a stronger and better fighter, that’s why I have to do this, I’ll make you proud, and I’ll earn lots of money so we can have anything we want, I promise you Junko.
If you want to send me a letter back, I should be at this address for a while,
I love you
Mukuro
26 July
Muku-chan~
How cute. How cute that you miss me, your beloved little sister! Do not worry dear sis, though your sudden departure left me in such a lonely state, it was wonderfully despairing indeed. Oh, onee-chan must love me so much to do such a despicable thing! Ah, but I do miss you, sweetie, you’re leaving my big heart all empty-wempty here, how cruel!
When you come home, you better not be all scratched up! My little doll heart wouldn’t be able to take it! And don’t let any of those mercenary boys mess with you, if they do, tell em your sis is the future ruler of the world and they’re the first on her hit list! Upupu, that’ll scare em!
Don’t die~
Enoshima Junko-chan~!
2nd September
Junko,
I do love you indeed!
I’m sorry I couldn’t write back for so long, I hope you’re still doing ok, don’t worry about me Junko, I can take care of myself, I daren’t tell anybody my sister is Junko Enoshima, If I did, nobody would believe me especially with the whole last name thing.
Perhaps you’ll find a mercenary boy of your own back home to fill that empty-wempty space in your heart, sister! If you do, make sure you tell him your sister will break him if he breaks your heart!
Take care of yourself, I will try and write as often as I can, but no promises,
Muku
25 October
Muku-chan,
So sweet of you, Mukuro. I’m doing quite fine without you, not to anyone’s surprise of course! I always manage well on my own, it’s quite easy for someone as beautiful and perfect as myself. Unfortunately, it’s a bit harder for you, Muku. I’m sure you’ll lose that terrible slouching posture you have in Fenrir, though.
And how boring, Mukuro. A mercenary boy? You of all people should know how absolutely boring mercenaries are. You are one after all. The day I fuck a mercenary is the day I die, dear sister. Which would be such a pathetic, un-despairing death, really.
Hugs and kisses, darling~!
Junko
24th December
Happy Birthday Junko! I sent you a little something I hope you like it! We went to town and the guys were all buying Christmas presents for their families and girlfriends, the only person I have back home is you, would you believe I’ve been thinking about you a lot even though I couldn’t write?
//inside the envelope is a necklace with a small black and white bear on it//
In regards to your letter, I think I’m getting a better posture as you said; I’ve been training a lot recently, before we go off to the next country.
Boring? Of course, but I remember you said you would marry a soldier when you were little, just so you could shoot down your enemies, bang bang, surely that would be despairing?
I miss you
Mukuro
25 December
Merry Christmas Mukuro! I decided to send you a gift as well since you gave me the most cutest, most wonderful gift for my birthday! Speaking of that, Happy Birthday!
//there is a shiny switch blade in the envelope//
This reminded me of you, Muku-chan. Knowing you, you could probably make good use of it.
It’s snowing here and the heater broke. I’m not to sad, of course. In fact, I couldn’t be despairingly happier~! Freezing in this weather brings me such wonderful despair, I wish you were here so I could share it with ya, sis!
P.S. Why have a husband shoot my enemies when I have you, Muku?
Love ya!
Super Sexy Supermodel Enoshima Junko~!
4th January
Thank you for the lovely gift Junko, it will be very useful to me! You’re such a thoughtful and kind sister, I really miss you and I wish I could have spent a lovely winter and our birthday and Christmas together, I’m sorry.
Its freezing and snowing out here too, there’s no heating here in the first place but I can handle it! We are leaving soon anyway, so I may not be able to write for a while, don’t worry though just try to enjoy the winter as you already seem to be doing, although you really ought to get that heater fixed, please please I beg you to look after yourself Junko!
Super sexy supermodel huh? Have you been printed recently then?
I love you too,
Mukuro
20 February
Of course I am thoughtful and kind! I am the best sister in the world, aren’t I? One of us has to take that title, so it might as well be me! Don’t worry, dear, we’ll be able to spend Christmas together one day.
Ah, out in the cold snow, Muku-chan? How that brings my heart such despair~! I’m absolutely shaking at the very thought of it and even more at the though of you not being able to write to me. How lonely I will be, or already am! It is very hard to find despair all by myself, y’know!
I have printed recently, take a look for yourself!
//inside are a bunch of magazine pages with Junko on them//
Ta!
Junko
7th September
Junko,
I’m ever so sorry that I couldn’t write for so long, I hope you weren’t worried or anything, I don’t have any injuries or anything just like I promised I wouldn’t, but I worry I won’t be able to keep such a promise forever.
I grow more accustomed to this place every day, it’s like the war is sucking me in and its no longer about despair anymore and just about the enemy and us, I never thought I was part of it until I fought in it, I hate this feeling. I needed to write to you because I needed to escape this feeling, whenever I get too overcome by the battles at least I have your beautiful pictures in my jacket, you are what drives me on every day, I have to cause despair, not win a war.
I’m sorry to burden you with these feelings, but you are all I have right now, if I die here, I want you to know I am still thinking of you, Junko, I love you.
Your soldier, Mukuro
19 October
Mukuro,
How long it has been, Mukuro. A whole summer without a letter from you. How you left me in such great despair, day after day of complete sadness. How nice it is to know you love me so much to bring me such a wonderful feeling, and for so long too!
How soothing it must be, to be reminded of your true cause. To be reminded by none other than myself. It must be refreshing to have photos to remind you of me, while I have nothing. I only have my memories, Muku-chan. Sometimes your face seems so foreign to me and it only brings me even greater despair.
You must love me so much, don’t you? To bring such despair to this rotten world for me. How I wish to do the same for you, Muku. One day I will show you how much I love you like you do for me~!
Until then,
Junko
17th December
Junko,
I’m sorry for everything, I can only hope he despair I have caused you is enough to make you feel better, again I apologise for it having to be this way, I cannot however, hold my head up proudly until I return home, I will have truly proved the great lengths I will go to for you, Junko.