despaircest
person:so are you guys screwing?
Junko:yeh
Mukuro:yeh
Junko:scrEWING WITH YOUR MIND
junko and mukuro:drive off into the night

someone talk despaircest with me.

Since it’s now December and I have no idea what the DR fandom will look like in a year, I’m very tempted to do a 24 Days of Despair advent calendar type thing.

*pays someone to write me daily despaircest*

I wanna do the 30 day otp challenge but my otp is despaircest so wtf they’re all rlly fluffy its gunna be rlly ooc?

24 Days of Despair: A Despaircest Advent Calendar
Day 1: This shitty banner.

That’s exactly what I’m saying.
(That, and they’d get a sweet deal on love hotel fees.)

Junko x Mukuro - The birds and the bees
Nsfw, incest, quite lighthearted for despaircest
"Muku, I want a baby."
"What?!" The soldier drew back and stared at her sister, evidently confused and in shock, she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.
”You know what to do, soldier, show me no mercy.”
Mukuro smirked and upon command her clumsy hands traced down her sister’s perfect figure, too perfect she sometimes thought, it was as though she was already immaculate and ready to be photographed for the cover of vogue all the time.
As the soldier’s lips found their way to her sister’s neck and traced her jaw line, Junko’s nails found their way into the touch skin of Mukuro’s shoulders, scratching deep as she laughed with a maniacal undertone, “Oh come on you wimp, fuck me.”
Such harsh words radiated through Mukuro’s skull and she growled against Junko’s neck, slipping a hand down her tight, tiny panties and eliciting such a moan from her sister that she couldn’t be sure whether it was real or fake. Junko dragged her sister’s tiresome body down by the shoulders and a twisted smirk spread over her face, she spoke in a hushed tone, deadly serious.
"Muku, I want a baby."
"What?!" The soldier drew back and stared at her sister, evidently confused and in shock, she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.
"Put a baby inside me," the younger twin fluttered her eyelashes, arching her back, feigning innocence.
"I… I don’t think I can do th-that Junko…" The eldest of the two faltered and shook her head, looking down at her sister, stuttering, surely she wasn’t serious? Surely she had been taught the birds and the bees by somebody?
"Do you hate me?! You don’t think i’ll be a good mummy! I don’t want your excuses sis I said get me goddamn pregnant! Knock me the fuck up!" Her screeches seemed to make the whole room shake, piercing her elder sister’s ears and causing her to flinch either in pain or anticipated pain.
"…I can’t…" The soldier looked down ashamed with herself for not being able to satisfy her tantrum throwing sister. There could only be one thing worse than when Junko screamed, Mukuro forecasted the worst to come, she couldn’t stand it when her sister became melancholy. She winced as the fashion model looked up at her with sorrowful eyes, tears welling up and clutching to her older, stronger sister as though she was a weak, lost puppy.
"All I want…. " she sobbed, a tear falling from her eye and Mukuro catching it with her thumb, "All I want is a baby, you don’t understand how much I want a baby, Muku you’re so cruel to your dear, sweet little sister." Mukuro’s eyes closed and she leant forward to kiss her sister’s hair, forehead, temple, anywhere her lips could reach, she clenched her fists determined.
"Please don’t cry, don’t cry… I love you, I’ll get you a baby ok? we’ll work it out." Yet the dark haired twin’s attempts at consoling her sister were met with deafening laughter, jeering and a maliciously satisfied grin.
"Muku, is your skull really that fucking dense? Lesbians can’t have babies you fucking dipstick, I swear I lose brain cells every time I talk to you, sis."

genocidertalksyo asked:
k but what if junko just makes everything folgers themed. the cake is folgers. the champagne is folgers. the video is just the folgers commercial looping. everyone's scared.
Hahahahahahha, I’m dying at the folgers champagne.
Are we really going to assume that anyone else came to this wedding by choice? They all received the invitations written in blood and slipped under their doors, and when they pick them up and open them there’s a message that says:
"If you want the antidote, come to our wedding, bastards! Upupupupupupu!"

There are some things in the Dangan Ronpa universe that still need to be explained to me.
For one, how did Junko (as Monokuma) manage to fight Sakura of all people to a standstill? Mukuro’s been dead for weeks by that point. I mean, I suppose it’s possible that Junko knows Sakura well enough to anticipate her movements, but that only goes for dodging and maybe the occasional parry—in Zero, she never directly fights the Madarais, Mukuro has to be the one to take them out (that, or Home Alone style antics).
It’s also worth noting that in If, even Mukuro has a tough time in close combat with Sakura. Enough so that she—the super soldier who has passed through countless battlefields without a scratch—is involuntarily wounded. (I don’t count her wound in Zero because that was a tactical move on her part for Junko’s sake.)
Something here doesn’t add up.
However, we do know that Junko prepared for her possible death at the end of the first game by having the AI developed. If the chances she’d not make it out of the game alive were high enough to require that, then Mukuro didn’t stand a chance. Who’s to say that there wasn’t a second, perhaps less sophisticated AI made for Mukuro? Maybe like a script she could run while controlling Monokuma to access her sister’s fighting ability.
We saw that Alter Ego saved Naegi from the crusher. Perhaps that lag in the hammer coming down on Junko was her twin’s protective nature overwriting it?

24 Days of Despair: Day 7
The Euler Line
pairing: despaircest, JunkoMikan
Summary: One of these things is not like the others. One of these things doesn’t belong.
When Junko had issued the invitation to spend the night with her on a regular basis, Tsumiki had expected not to get much sleep. What she hadn’t anticipated was the reason. It turned out that the only person in Junko’s bed to get any rest was Junko herself; Tsumiki and Mukuro were often left in a tense staring contest for hours, until one of them buckled.
Mukuro had yet to lose.
Tonight though, Tsumiki felt exhaustion roll over her like a gentle wave, and the twins were so peaceful when they were both asleep. She wondered how they had been as children, as infants, when some of the innocence she now saw might’ve been deserved.
They fit together perfectly. Mukuro’s arms were wound around her sister’s middle, holding her flush against her body; Junko’s fingers were laced with her twin’s, her head tilted back, forehead tucked under Mukuro’s chin.
This wasn’t something anyone else had ever seen, Tsumiki realized. Or if they had, they hadn’t lived to share it.
It was common knowledge that Ikusaba’s chilly demeanor crumbled once alone with her sister, but only Tsumiki knew that even the great Enoshima Junko—embodiment of despair itself—softened when it was just the two of them. It was subtle, of course, nothing like the drastic change in the older twin: fewer harsh words, slightly gentler caresses, smiles that felt a touch more genuine than usual.
The average organization member would never notice, but Tsumiki had devoted herself to Enoshima long enough to recognize it.
She felt conflicted; while she was blessed to have been offered to spend the night in Enoshima-sama’s private quarters, doing so had demonstrated that she would never be able to compete with Ikusaba. Tsumiki tried to imagine being tangled with the blonde that way; she failed.
As despair crept into her, she felt something brush her arm. Junko, still asleep, had reached out for her. Her manicured fingernails rested on Tsumiki’s wrist.
Perhaps she could make her own impression on Enoshima-sama’s heart. It might never be as large or deep as Ikusaba’s, but she could try. There was always…hope.
Scooting closer to the sleeping twins, Tsumiki closed her eyes.

despaircest headcanon:
when Junko’s gone, Mukuro snatches a pillow from her sisters room just to cuddle it & inhale the faint aroma of her perfume in order to feel comfortable enough to sleep at night
Junko totally doesn’t use Clive Christian Imperial Majesty the worlds most expensive perfume pfftch she so wouldn’t shell out 200,000+ on a gold rimmed & diamond topped perfume

"I believe you’re innocent, Kirigiri-san. If- if you’d forgive me, I know we could prove it together."
A few seconds passed. Something was inside her head, scratching like a wild animal to get out.
Dying would be easy.
Quitting would be the easy way out. She could lay back down and likely be found guilty. But no. No, that would let the others down if she wasn’t the killer. It would let Maizono down. If Kirigiri was all the idol had left, she couldn’t allow that.
She held out her hand.
A genuine smile flashed on Maizono’s face as she pressed their palms together and helped Kirigiri to her feet. For the moment, they were okay. Kirigiri hated herself for still holding her at arm’s length, but trust was something she learned, and a voice in her head kept screaming it was some kind of trap.
Maizono’s mask was back in place, if only as glue to keep herself from breaking again. It remained undisturbed as they began their investigation.
No blood had pooled around Ishimaru, though his chest was coated. It had been an expert stab to the heart.
Kirigiri had a faint recollection of moving the body- no, of moving some body. She never touched Ishimaru. There was hope.
DING DONG!
"Eh… Attention, attention! Have you punks missed me? I’ve got a lil gift for you now that someone’s dead! You might recall that the cafeteria was open, but, despair! It had no food! Well, now it’s fully stocked!"
She could practically hear the glint in his eye and waited. There was always a catch.
"But… there’s no extra time for eatin’, you bastards! Either you can stuff your faces and let your classmate die for nothin’, or you can keep going and face the trial hungry! Upupu… your choice!"
His voice vanished as abruptly as it appeared.
"So he’s forcing us to choose between the investigation and food, after days of having starved us."
"Th-that’s not fair!"
"I imagine that’s what Nae-" she bit her lip as soon as the name almost slipped, "the mastermind wants. To see how pathetic humans are. To see if we will abandon our friend for food."
Now she goes, Kirigiri thought. If she doesn’t care, she’ll go for the food. Anyone would.
Maizono clenched her fists. “I’m staying with you, Kirigiri-san!”
"Then we continue," she said. "Ishimaru-kun appears to have bled extensively, but there is no blood on the floor. It’s likely this was not the scene of the murder."
"Oh. If- if he was moved, would there be a trail, or… a pool of blood somewhere else?" Maizono said. She strained to get the words out. ‘Not caring’ wasn’t an option anymore; it looked more like the idol was trying not to fall unconscious. She was trying hard, but Kirigiri didn’t know why.
"It’s certainly possible. Let’s take a look."
Kirigiri wobbled with each step. Her legs had gone numb and her aching body was reminding her that some time spent unconscious was not ‘sleep’. It was catching up with her. Every time she saw a flicker of a shadow on the wall that didn’t seem to belong, she let her eyes flutter shut and followed her instincts.
She had yet to figure out why blood was familiar. But there it was, outside the library’s doors. There was a thick scrape in the door as well, glinting with crimson.
"You must be wondering why this is so familiar," Maizono said.
"How would you know that?"
"I’m an Esper."
Kirigiri looked at her blankly.
"Kidding. I just have good intuition."
Her weak giggle came as a small bit of comfort, though not enough to ease the possibility she was investigating her own crime.
No. She took that back. Anything was possible; her doing this in a temporary lapse of sanity was probable. She remembered the death. The corpse’s relocation. The scream…
… And the knife in her hand…
"Kirigiri-san?"
Maizono placed a hand on her shoulder. She winced and brushed it off. “I’m fine.”
"If… if you say so."
She had done it. She had played into Naegi’s trap. She had played his game, whittled herself down to a monster that would kill a friend.
Yet even now, she couldn’t bring herself to fully hate him.
—-
"Kyouko Kirigiri must be the culprit."
The courtroom’s doors had opened, and the debate had began. All eyes were on her.
"We found her near Ishimaru-kun and she had the knife in her hand!"
"It’s obvious that she killed him, ‘right? I mean, there’s no one else it could be!"
"The Monobear File says the time of death is ‘between 9 and 10’. Who else would be out then?"
"I already told you simpletons. Kirigiri came at him with a knife and stabbed him. He retaliated and struck her over the head before he died."
"You… you’re wrong!" Maizono slammed her hands on the podium. "The Monobear file says Ishimaru-kun died instantly! There has to be someone besides Kirigiri-san that hit her!”
"D-does that mean it isn’t her after all?"
"I don’t know if we can trust her w-"
"Shut up," growled Togami, "Then we simply misunderstand the order of events. The culprit attacked and Ishimaru retaliated before he was stabbed."
"But we don’t know what he hit her with," Asahina said. "We never found anything like that."

“None of you looked at all! You all wouldn’t even be accusing Kirigiri-san if you didn’t stuff your faces in the cafeteria!” Maizono leaned forward, as if the presence of others was the only thing keeping her from jumping Asahina.
"This class trial has no room for screeching would-be murderers," Togami said, as if Maizono was an afterthought. "There is little reason to search when we already know who killed him."
"Y-yeah! And we went without food for almost three whole days!" Asahina leaned forward, eyes trained on the ‘would-be murderer’.
Kirigiri caught Monobear delighting in the situation.
"Were I hypothetically coming toward Ishimaru-kun with a weapon and he were to retaliate, wouldn’t he strike me on the front of my head rather than the back?" Kirigiri interjected, still feeling a tinge of pain at the base of her skull. "Assuming he died instantly, he couldn’t have waited for me to have turned around."
"This depends on the weapon the victim defended himself with."
"Ishimaru-kun was watching Maizono-san’s room after she admitted to her attempted murder…"
She caught Maizono’s wince as well; it was a relief knowing that therewas at least some guilt there. The others kept talking.
"… so did he have a weapon on him in case she left to kill someone?"
"I don’t believe he did…"
"But if he was supposed to be watching over her room, what was he doing upstairs?"
"Maybe Kirigiri-san led him away to help Maizono-san?"
Maizono growled. “She didn’t-!”
"She has no alibi," Togami said. "Why else would Ishimaru be near the changing rooms at such a time? He was led there by the culprit."
"You’re wrong,” Kirigiri said. “There was a pool of blood outside the library doors, but none around the changing rooms. It’s likely the victim was moved after his death."
"But… why?"
"We don’t need to know why!" Maizono said. "If Ishimaru-kun was moved after his death, Kirigiri-san couldn’t have moved him! She was unconscious!"
"And if she wasn’t unconscious by that point, after his death… Someone else had to knock her out. This explains the wound on the back of her head.”
"So there-"
"Yes! There was a third party involved!"
"H-hold on!" Fukawa raised a trembling finger at Maizono. "Th-this tubster has no alibi either if her room wasn’t guarded! Who’s to say she’s not the ‘third party’?!"
"You likely don’t have an alibi either, Fukawa-san, considering how late it was," Maizono said.
But it is possible, Kirigiri thought. She hoped it wasn’t. If she had placed her trust in the wrong place this time, could she ever trust someone else?
"Essentially, any of us could be this ‘third person’," someone else said.
"Feh. If I wanted to off Kirigiri, it wouldn’t have been done in such a poor manner." Togami scowled. "Incidentally, the presence of a third person on the scene doesn’t clear her of all suspicion. For all we know, they tried to stop Kirigiri from committing the crime and failed."
"Aren’t we all forgetting the most important thing about a third person?" asked Celes.
"What?"
"If Kirigiri-san and the third person both saw Ishimaru-kun’s corpse, the body discovery announcement would have gone off, correct?"
"The Monobear File does say that Ishimaru-kun died the night before, but we discovered him this morning…"
"Then it’s possible that the culprit moved the corpse from the library doorsbefore rendering me unconscious there," Kirigiri said, her fingers on her chin. "Unfortunately, I’ve mostly lost my memory of the incident because of head trauma."
"A likely story! Maybe nobody hit her but she just fell and hit her head or somethin’, ‘right?!"
"You’ve got that wrong!"
Togami’s frown deepened even further. "What now, Maizono?"
She countered with her own frown and then relaxed. “A big cut was in the door that wasn’t there before the incident happened. Plus, there was a slight trace of blood in it.”
"Your point?"
"I think I understand," Kirigiri said after a minute. "The blood signifies that the damage occurred after the victim’s death. Maizono-san is raising the possibility that the culprit intended to kill me as well."
"Hold it. You could have left that yourself. And if someone wanted you dead, why were you only knocked unconscious?"
"I don’t understand the culprit’s reasoning, myself. Even the selection of victims seems like it was at random."
"Maizono-san’s theory is just that: a theory." Celes put on her best smile before adding: "Nothing suggests Kirigiri-san didn’t simply make that mark in the door herself…"
Kirigiri cast a glance at Monobear. He’s unusually silent, especiallyduring a discussion about defacing school property.
"I don’t see why we don’t bring this trial to a close. Neither of those two have more than circumstantial evidence."
"W-wait! You can’t end this n-"
"Maizono-chi, you can’t let your emotions cloud the truth in front of you! She killed Ishimaru-chi and wiped the handle of the knife clean!"
Wait.
"That’s incorrect. You may not have paid notice, but I wear gloves," Kirigiri said. "There would be no need to wipe away fingerprints."
"No fingerprints were found because of your gloves. End of story."
"But…" Maizono was grasping for straws at this point. "The real culprit would have to clean off their fingerprints because of her gloves!"
"None of us are professionals. We can’t run fingerprint tests."
"Th-then what if something else got wiped off the knife?"
Wait.
"Maizono-san is right," Kirigiri said. Her heart was pounding faster than she thought possible; Maizono’s ideas were nice, and she humored them because they were nice, but she still could have done it and this all could be a farce. "Maybe… maybe blood was wiped off the knife’s handle, considering my head injury drew blood. The culprit could have knocked me out using it after… failing to kill me, perhaps. A last minute decision to frame me."
Silence. Her heartbeat reverberated through her body. The seed of doubt was still blooming; if she had murdered him, blaming another would get them all killed. Her fear bubbled up, about to spill.
Then, finally, Togami shook his head. “That’s nothing but speculation. The slight amnesia is too convenient and there’s nowhere close to any proof that this ‘other culprit’ exists. At least outside the imaginations of a murderer and an attempted murderer.”
"W-wait, please…"
All eyes turned to Chihiro- the brunette- speaking up for the first time since the trial began. It must have been a dozen stares too many but she continued, “We still don’t know what Kirigiri-san remembers…”
"You’d believe her word?"
"I-if we vote wrong, we all die…"
"We have to listen to Kirigiri-san! We have to so we can prove she’s innocent!"
"Thank you Maizono-san, but…"
It was funny. Here she was, thinking she had control over her emotions. She thought herself stoic. Calm. But now she had her jaw clenched and her fists balled in some last-ditch effort to hold back tears.

Emotions are what make us all human…
"That latter part won’t be necessary. This whole time… this whole time, I’ve struggled with the idea that perhaps I am the culprit, due to the fogginess of my memories."
"K-KIRIGIRI-SAN!"
It was the one reaction she hadn’t seen yet out of Maizono—betrayal. Now there it was, etched into her face, draining whatever color she had left.
“It… it can’t be you. Believing in you was all I had left! I…”
“I’m sorry, Maizono-san, but I-“
”I can’t give that up! I’m going to believe in you until the end, Kiri- no… Kyouko.” Maizono choked on the words. “You were there for me when I was afraid, and- even if that was feigned, I still felt like nothing could hurt me when I was with you. You were kind to me! You… you can’t be the culprit!”
Kirigiri felt her resistance buckle, followed by hot tears on her face. She had betrayed Maizono. She was leaving her alone.
She betrayed your trust by trying to have you framed for Kuwata’s murder.
You betrayed her trust by killing and lying when she chose to believe in you.
A good minute passed. Togami eventually spoke, as if it were a chore. “All this has been very touching, but we still haven’t heard whatever incriminating memories Kirigiri supposedly has, at the other plankton’s insistence. Following that, I motion we get to the vote already.”
Kirigiri straightened her back. Now all eyes had shifted to her.
"I recall… last night, though I can’t remember the exact time. I found myself in the hallways on the second floor."
"Why were you there?"
"Let her finish!"
Kirigiri cleared her throat. “I recall the sensations, largely. I do remember something hitting me on the back of the head, but I also remember the feeling of dragging a body. That’s why I feared it must have been me.”
"Kyouko…"
"It seems as if we have the story now. Should we vote?"
"I figure we should."
"Yeah…"
"Upupupupu!"
She refused to turn her head at that unmistakable giggle.
"Are ya punks givin’ up already? Good, ‘cause I was starting to get bored with all your talk!"
"We believe we’ve a conclusion."
"Alright! It’s voting time!"
This was it. This was how it would end. They’d vote on the panels in front of them. Sentence her. Strap her in. Watch her die.
For a moment, she closed her eyes, and heard her father beckon.
"YOU’VE GOT THAT WRONG!"
Kirigiri’s eyes snapped open. That wasn’t her father’s voice. First, it was too feminine. Second, Fujisaki held her frail arm pointed an inch from Monobear’s face.
"Fujisaki, what is it?!”
"Yeah! We know it was her, ‘right?"
"Nyohoho! Looks like Fujisaki-san’s finally got some guts!"
"What d’you mean, guts-"
"ALL OF YOU BE QUIET!" Maizono slammed her hands down again. "We have to listen to what she has to say!"
"Uu… I… I, um…" Chihiro clasped her hands. "I’m sorry for the disturbance, but… I never told you what I saw because of a… a threatening letter I received."
"A threatening letter?"
The programmer drew a wrinkled sheet of paper from her pocket.
"It reads, ‘Don’t tell anyone about the ghost you saw tonight, or you’ll be the next victim.’"
"Huh?" Asahina blinked. "A ghost?"
"S-so you see…" Chihiro said, voice so tiny that it was barely audible, "I… I’m not afraid anymore! I know that Kirigiri-san isn’t the culprit, and if we vote incorrectly, we will all pay the price!"
"Therefore!" That smile crossed Maizono’s face again- the sincere one. "We can’t vote now under these circumstances! We’ve found new evidence!"
"Upupu… Upupupupu! Fujisaki-san’s hope was great enough to shine through at just the right moment… Ah! I’m so overwhelmed, I think I might cry. Such trust in a friend… such hope."
"Be quiet," Togami growled. "What’s this ‘ghost’? Who wrote you this letter?"
"I, um… it was… unsigned…"
"Nonsense! Anyone could’ve written this!"
"What about yourself, Togami-kun?" Asahina said.
"What?!"
"You seem awfully anxious to get to the vote! Why won’t you listen to Fujisaki-san?!"
"Fine. You tell me, Fujisaki. What ‘ghost’ did you see?"
"Well, um… it was last night.. I saw Enoshima-san walking in the halls toward the stairs."
"B-but Enoshima-chi was executed!"
"Th-that’s the first reason I didn’t tell anyone…" Chihiro looked at her feet in shame. "But then the letter was slipped under my door an hour later. I… could’ve been next."
"So the first culprit’s alive." The sarcasm was thick in Mondo’s tone. "And she fuckin’ killed again?!"
"I- I’m sorry!"
Kirigiri’s pulse had slowed. There was a chance, new evidence to consider. So long as she had that, she had to try to reach the truth. She wiped the tears away and crossed her arms. She had work to do.
"Fujisaki-san," she began, "did you see her clearly?"
"I only saw her from the back, but… her hair and outfit seemed unmistakable."
"It is possible that this ‘ghost’ is the culprit-" and not me, not me, ”- and she, aware of Fujisaki-san’s sighting of her, slipped her a note in order to scare her into silence.”
"Upupupu! Are you bastards forgetting that little punk is dead? Gone? Kaput? We smashed her into bits and smashed those bits into more bits! She’s nothing now!"
"Don’t you dare speak of Junko-chan that way.”
The tone was frigid enough to send a shiver down Kirigiri’s spine. It had come from Mukuro, her first words during the class trial. Her eyes burned with a type of barely controlled hatred that Kirigiri had never seen.
Monobear laughed.
"Are you forgettin’ that it was you all that led to her death! You voted!"
"YOU EXECUTED HER!" Mukuro’s fingernails dug into the wooden podium like a caged animal tearing at its restraint- like it was the only thing holding her back. "SHE’S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!"
"Aw, you’re the shitty sister that couldn’t keep her on her medicine! You let her kill Kuwata-kun! I think it’s your f-"