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@ryokosmemoryweek
THE WEEK OFFICIALLY BEGINS TODAY!!!
i hope you all are just as excited as i am for this whole week to begin! the official prompts, alternate prompts, guidelines, tag, etc. are below!
HERE
and most importantly, have fun! there’s no rush on any project you make for the week, always take your time on it!
this is mod ryo giving you all a lot of love and good luck!
HAVE FUN!!!
DRZERO Month! Hosted by @princescar. Tags will drop closer to the date.
PLEASE STICK TO DR0 EXCLUSIVE CHARACTERS (Such as Ryoko, Yasuke, Yuto, ect.) AND NOT CHARACTERS MORE POPULAR IN OTHER MEDIA (Junko, Mukuro, Kyoko, ect) Crossgame/shipping allowed as long as the focus is on the DR0 character(s).
Writing and cosplay welcomed.
Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #7
For @ryokosmemoryweek
Day 7: Free Day // Birthday!
Hehehehe.
Um… Despite it being the end, you still want to know more about me? Well. There’s not much, you see.
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Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #6
For @ryokosmemoryweek
Day 6: Dissociation // Recovering Memories
Under readmore because I feel like it’ll be awkward otherwise. No warnings needed.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
There was nothing. There is nothing. Everything is nothing. Everything will always be nothing.
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Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #5
For @ryokosmemoryweek
Day 5: Scary Memory // Regretful Memory
Under readmore due to violence and gore.
Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-kun—
Where’s Matsuda-kun?!
No matter how far I run, it’s like I’m getting nowhere. Everything is unfamiliar. It’s the same hallway, the same doors, the same classrooms no matter where I turn, no matter where I look. I can’t remember, can’t remember, can’t remember—!
“M-M… Ma… Mamamama…!” I can only gasp out the same name as before, the syllables raking their way up my throat. “M-Matsuda-kun…!”
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Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #4
For @ryokosmemoryweek
Day 4: Lost Memory // Repressed Memory
I—have no idea where I am right now?
In front of me there’s a statue of a scary old man with a sword, with an inscription of a name. The statue’s expression is intense, piercing down like lightning from the heavens. I can feel its weight even as I scramble to flip open the journal in my shaking hands.
There’s a map tucked inside. Right. It’s my school. I assume I’m still on campus, and from the look of things… This statue is probably the founder. It’s marked right on the map. But why I’d be here in particular I still don’t understand at all. Even looking through the pages…
“I’m just…on a stroll…? W-Would I really stroll down a path with this creepy statue…?” I flip through them once more, and there’s no explanation. No answers. But—the thing is…
While I definitely hate being here, it feels…right. Like I should be here. But not in the sense that it’s what I want or need—more like I’d dread what would happen if I wasn’t here. That kind of thing. It’s really weird. And I still don’t understand.
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t understand—and someone speaks up from behind me.
“O-to-na-shi-san.”
“H-Huh?”
I jump, holding up my journal as a shield as I spun around to face the encounter. It’s—some guy who looks mostly-dead. A zombie?! A spirit?! I-I would hope not.
“E-Eek!” I squeaked out. “I-I… Um… Sorry…! I don’t remember you! Y-You’re alive, right?”
“I’m alive,” he says brightly. Completely contrast against his looks—although that seems to be the point. It’s compensating so that people don’t get too unnerved. I straighten up, a little more at ease although I kept up my guard just in case. I frown as he tilts his head in inquiry. “I’m surprised to see you here, I must admit.”
“Why?” I ask before I can think about it. “I mean—I’m surprised to be here, too, because…”
Because what?
I look down, flinching at the sight of a grotesque statue of an old man who glares down at me cruelly.
“A-Ah! Who is that?!”
“It’s the founder,” the boy purrs, stepping closer. It’s sudden. It’s a bit creepy. “Kamukura Izuru. The founder of Hope’s Peak. Do you really not remember?”
“Why would I remember the founder of—of whatever?” I mutter. “Why would that matter to me at all.”
“You don’t remember this place?” he prods—who is he? Why is he asking these questions? Why is he—getting so close? “You really don’t have any of her memories? It was right here when…”
“When…what? Her being…?” I blink at this stranger owlishly. “I don’t have any memories…not even my own.”
His eyes seem to go wide and they’re such a strange color. Gray with flecks of green. For a moment, this guy looks young, like a child almost. His mouth opens and closes quite stupidly, and he steps back. He seems—at a loss. How strange. I’m at a loss, too.
Where am I again?
I check the map, and—
“You’re out on a stroll, right, Otonashi-san?” this guy asks me, smiling all cheerful and friendly. It seems rather strained, though. “I am as well. I just came back from the greenhouse. It’s right down the road.”
I confirm this with the map. I make a note in my journal.
“Thank you!” I chirp. “I’ll check it out! I’ll…!”
Oh! That was a really, really creepy statue! I almost couldn’t wait to be on my way.
“Thank you!” I shout again as I rush and it’s weird, it’s weird, it’s weird, it’s weird—but that guy who offered that suggestion… I think he was upset about something. Well, that’s sad for him.
It doesn’t really matter to someone like me.
Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #3
For @ryokosmemoryweek
Day 3: Nostalgic Memory // Longing Memory
“R-Ryouko-chan, I’m here, I’m here.”
“Waaaaaah!”
“R-Ryouko-chan…”
Whoever they are, they’re pleading. I don’t even remember what I was upset about, just that I’m upset. And this person—she has a face that kind of annoys me. Am I supposed to know who she is? Sniffling, I glared at her.
“Who are you again?”
She seems more resigned than taken aback.
“I’m…your older sister… Mukuro.”
“I don’t have an older sister, I would have written about it,” I snapped, and I even look through my journal. Just as I thought, the name Mukuro doesn’t come up but what does come up is—
“Eh? Matsuda-kun’s gone…? U-Uuu… Uuuu…”
“R-Ryouko-chan!” someone exclaims, fretting. “Please don’t cry! I’m here, I’m here! L-Let’s do something together to take your mind off things!”
“I don’t want to do anything with you!” I wailed. “I don’t even know who you aaaaare!”
“I-I’m your sister!” she exclaimed back. “Mukuro! I’m Mukuro! Muku-nee! Do you really not—?!”
Rather than listen, I just wept and wept. Wept until I forgot, and she was a stranger to me once more. She was rubbing my shoulder and rubbing my back. I immediately wanted to yank myself away, but—this girl… She looked so unbelievably pitiful that I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her. Whoever she was.
“U-Um…” I was hiccupping now. My throat hurt. My eyes hurt. My head hurt. Had I been crying? “Thank you…”
“It’s okay, Ryouko-chan,” she mumbled meekly. “I’m just…sorry. I’m sorry I can’t do more for you.”
“There’s not much that can be done for me,” I replied, rubbing at my throat. “I’m kinda—hopeless, given my condition. But, it’s not so bad. Like this, I can get hurt and quickly get over it. Because I…won’t remember.”
This girl… She’s looking at me so, so, so pitifully. Almost pleadingly. Except I have nothing to give her?
“We…” The girl swallowed, managing a pretty pathetic smile. “We knew each other as kids. Before you…got like this.”
“Really? Like with Matsuda-kun?” I perked up. I then frowned as I thought it over quickly. I had to before I forgot. I opened my journal, making a note on a new page. “My heart doesn’t respond to you at all, so we must not have known each other all that well.”
“We didn’t,” she confirmed. But for some reason, she sounds so sad about it. “I wish we did, but we didn’t. It’s my fault. I…moved away.”
“It’s okay,” I say without really thinking. “I don’t remember you, and I’m not gonna remember you… So, it’s okay. It doesn’t really matter.”
She stares at me. Longing and intense. Desperate and needy. I blinked—and I startle back.
“W-Who are you? I-I’m sorry, I don’t—I don’t have anything to give you… I don’t…” But before I can get further away, she grabs my wrist and yanks me close. I yelp as her arms wrap around me tight, and it’s an unbreakable embrace. “E-Eep…!”
“It’s okay,” she murmurs into my hair. “I’ll be with you from now on, Ryouko-chan. I promise.”
Scary…!
Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #2
For @ryokosmemoryweek
Day 2: Sad Memory // Hurtful Memory
“You really are a cheerful girl, aren’t you?”
I don’t know who’s talking to me, but I immediately don’t have much interest in them. They don’t make my heart skip a beat and I know I don’t have any other friends—so that must go to reason that this person and I don’t have much of a relationship if at all!!
It’s annoying, how this person smiles at me like we are friendly when we’re definitely not. In fact, he must smile at everyone like this!
“Eno… Ah. Sorry.” He clears his throat. “Otonashi-san, right…?”
“Why do you say that like you’re not sure?” I challenged, irritable. Who was this guy again? Why was he bothering me? “You should know! I won’t! At least not without checking my journal!”
And I did! I did check my journal! It said Otonashi Ryouko’s Memory Journal!
Which meant—
“I’m Otonashi Ryouko!” For some reason, I was really agitated. “What about it?!”
“N-Nothing, I just…” This boy waved his hands at me frantically. “I’m just—you’re cheerful! I’ve never seen you sad before! Although, aha, you seem to get annoyed with me easily. Have I done something wrong, Otonashi-san?”
It’s not that you have done something, I thought. It’s that you haven’t done anything.
“Whenever I get sad or hurt, I just forget,” I snap. “Stuff like that doesn’t matter. What matters is Matsuda-kun. As long as I still remember Matsuda-kun…”
“Matsuda-kun?” Why is this boy blinking up at me so owlishly. “He’s…overseas right now, isn’t he?”
“What?!” I do check my journal, and it’s written clear as day.
Matsuda-kun’s gone. I’m so lonely without Matsuda-kun.
Matsuda-kun’s gone. I’m so lonely.
Matsuda-kun’s gone. It’s so lonely.
Matsuda-kun’s—
“G-Gone…overseas?” My voice wobbled. My heart was seizing, over and over. It was as if it were trying to crawl up my throat. “No, no… What do I…?”
“O-Oh no!” someone else is here. It’s just some guy—it’s not Matsuda-kun! It’s not Matsuda-kun at all. “Please don’t cry, Otonashi-san! Ikusaba-san will be back soon…!”
“I don’t even know who that is!” I sobbed. “I want Matsuda-kun! Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-kun! Bwaaah!”
At some point, I had fallen to my knees and was bawling. I didn’t know why, just that some stranger was fussing over me and it wasn’t Matsuda-kun, which made me cry harder and harder. It wasn’t until my eyes felt all sore and dry that I—really don’t understand what happened.
“O-Otonashi-san?” There’s some boy hovering. He looks so worried about me. For some reason, it’s really, really annoying? “Otonashi-san, are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” I snapped, but—why did my eyes feel so sore as I rubbed at them. Was I crying? I went to check my journal, but that boy stopped me.
“Um… Um… I think Ikusaba-san should be back any moment now.”
“Who?”
“She’s…” The boy hesitates. “She’s someone very important to you.”
“What?” I immediately shook my head with a scoff. “That’s impossible, weirdo.”
The only one important to me is Matsuda-kun.
Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #1
For @ryokosmemoryweek
Day 1: Sweet Memory // Happy Memory
It’s what the modern era calls a sweet escape! A sweet treat, shared by sweethearts! How lovely, how romantic, how incredible, how wonderful!
“Ehuehuehuehue…”
“Can you stop?” Matsuda-kun snaps from across the table. His elegant facial features are so scrunched up. So much so that his fine brow almost looks like a caterpillar! Oh, oh, oh! And now he’s scrunched up even more like he’s squinting! Matsuda-kun doesn’t need glasses, does he? I do make a note on this, and he lets out a sigh so heavy that it’d weigh down a hot air balloon. “Why do I even take you places?”
“Because…!” I check my journal. I look around. I light up. “This is the café I’ve been wanting to go to! Apparently! I want the strawberry pancake supreme!”
“I know,” Matsuda-kun huffed. It stirs my heart to life, like a blossoming of flowers under nature’s sweet kiss!
Sweet?
Oh, we’re in a café! A sweet escape! A sweet treat, shared by sweethearts! How lovely, how romantic, how incredible—!
My thoughts are stopped by a balled up napkin softly thumping me in the head. It doesn’t hurt, of course, but it’s still quite a shock!
“E-E-E-Ehhhhh?!”
“Quit drooling after over the fucking table,” the man sitting across from me hissed. Oh, wow, what a handsome man. Was this my date? He was making my heart beat so incredibly fast so this had to be…
“Matsuda-kun! You’re Matsuda-kun!”
“Yep,” he said, to my astronomical amount of glee. He plucks up a napkin from the table that had been wadded up for some reason. Oh, wow, he must have thrown that at me. We must have been here for a while!
“Oh, I want…” I look at the menu and then my open notebook. “The strawberry—!”
“Here’s your order, miss!” a waiter exclaimed and dropped the strawberry pancake supreme right in front of me. Wow!
“If your jaw’s gonna drop that much, you might as well shovel food down your gullet,” Matsuda-kun snaps, but he nods politely at the waiter refilling his coffee mug.
“Please enjoy!” they exclaimed, looking so plastic despite moving so fluidly. Wasn’t that a contradiction? Oh, but these pancakes looked so good. Were they strawberry? There was so much whipped cream, too…
“Here.” A selection of different types of syrup was pushed towards me. And the one that pushed it—was someone who made my heart beat like crazy!
“M-Matsuda-kun?!”
“Shut the fuck up and eat, whore.”
“W-Why am I being called a whore?! D-Don’t tell me—!” Looking around frantically, we were in a café! A sweet, lovely little café! It’s like a date, except Matsuda-kun called me a whore! Oh no, are we—“Is this compensated dating?!”
“Who the actual fuck would pay money for your hideous mug?” Matsuda snapped. “That would be better spent on charity for the ugly.”
“H-Hey! I’ll have you know that I’m very, very cute! At least, I’m pretty sure—!” Wait, there are pancakes in front of me! They look delicious! And I haven’t taken a single bite! “Hold up!”
I cut out a piece to do just that and—uwah, the taste is sweet and heavenly! What a wonderful feeling! I have to write it down right away just so that I never, ever completely forget. And as I do—
There is a man sitting across from me and giving me a wry smile. It’s almost enough to make my heart explode.
“D-Do you want a bite?” I stammered, brain unable to function so I’m left offering the first thing that comes to mind. I inwardly squeal as the handsome, handsome man leans forward and opens his mouth. Before I forget, I give him a piece. “It’s sweet, isn’t it?”
I have to write this down, I have to, have to, have to—
“It’s very sweet,” the man responds and—oh it’s Matsuda-kun. It can only be Matsuda-kun. Matsuda-kun is…he’s smiling at me. “Thanks for taking me here, Ryouko.”
Squee!
COUNTDOWN!!!
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for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
THE WEEK STARTS TOMORROW!!!
COUNTDOWN!!!
you all have officially 8 days left until #ryokootonashimemoryweek2020 starts!
for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
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COUNTDOWN!!!
you all have officially 8 days left until #ryokootonashimemoryweek2020 starts!
for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
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COUNTDOWN!!!
you all have officially 8 days left until #ryokootonashimemoryweek2020 starts!
for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
4 days left!
COUNTDOWN!!!
you all have officially 8 days left until #ryokootonashimemoryweek2020 starts!
for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
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COUNTDOWN!!!
you all have officially 8 days left until #ryokootonashimemoryweek2020 starts!
for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
7 days left!
6 days left!
COUNTDOWN!!!
you all have officially 8 days left until #ryokootonashimemoryweek2020 starts!
for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
7 days left!
COUNTDOWN!!!
you all have officially 8 days left until #ryokootonashimemoryweek2020 starts!
for this post, i’ll be reblogging it after each day, counting down until it hits december 18th! and remember, the official prompts + guidelines are here!
love you all!
