The people have spoken, and I have risen to meet their command! (Technically they will have spoken in 17 hours. But you can't set specific timers on Tumblr polls.)
DanganWLWeek 2023 will take place from October 22 to 28! Since the vote very slightly tilted towards "Yes, but in November" in second place, it is towards the end of the month to give people more time to create.
This is a week dedicated to content about or for our favorite girls in the DR series, and in particular, their relationships to each other. Any type of media - aesthetic, art, fic, song, video - will be accepted so long as it is not plagiarized from another creator, but certain types of actual content will not be. The following will not be allowed in this event:
Incest
Pedophilia
NSFW
ID is in the image descriptions, and I am happy to provide further elaboration on anything if asked!
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Since I have only posted for the first day only, I've decided to finish off with a double feature. One post will feature SDR2 and the other will feature V3.
THH will have to wait another time. (Except for that first day post)
Because of college and life stuff, I haven't been able to do anything for this week... BUT I do have this Enogiri fic that I never managed to finish, so! I cleaned up a little and decided to let it see the light of day today :)
@danggirlronpa
From the moment that their memories started to come back, Kyoko had braced herself. A lot could happen in two years- two years spent with many people who were now gone, his father included. Even if everything that happened on those two years had been perfectly nice, she had no doubt that many of the memories would be painful now, especially if she'd gotten attached to any of her now deceased classmates.
She hadn't prepared herself, however, for how she would feel about her memories pertaining to Junko Enoshima.
“You take everything so seriously, detective” She had said, a devilish smile plastered on her face. Her eyes predatory and calculating, staring down at her with enough force to stop her in her tracks “Would it kill you to have some fun every once in a while?”
It had been a ploy to derail her investigation, to divert her attention until the plan was already into motion. Nothing more, nothing less. There hadn't ever been any genuine interest, much less love, on Junko's mind. All those memories were nothing more than an elaborate lie to get her to look away from what really mattered.
Worst of all, it had been a lie that worked, because Kyoko had never seen through it. Because she let it happen. Because she could've stopped the Tragedy, if only she hadn't been so naive.
“You always push everyone away, Kiri” The nickname caught her off guard back then, especially when said at such close proximity. Close enough for them to touch “But not me. I'll never leave you alone”.
The others must remember something, too, because she occasionally finds them looking at her with eyes full of pity. Makoto offers her words of encouragement whenever he can, repeating that it's not her fault ad nauseam (truthfully, she doesn't think she'll ever be able to believe him on that).
Hina, instead, focuses on telling her about Sakura and how much they'd danced around each other, never confessing their feelings until it was too late for it- telling her love makes people do stupid things. Hiro awkwardly tries to tell her the future, insisting that there's a better partner for her coming and ignoring her comments about not being sure if she wants to date again. Byakuya continues to act the same, but Toko offers to be less "romantic" in front of her, if it's that much of a sore spot.
None of them decide to inform the Future Foundation. They're all well aware of how she'll be treated if she's seen as Junko's lover, of all things.
“I don't think your hands are disgusting, Kiri” The affection in her tone is not lost on her, as she bows her head to kiss her scars. How could anyone fake that affection? How? “In fact, how about you let me do your nails? I'll do them red like mine! Matching girlfriends!”
The execution replays in her head endlessly, next to the memories from their school days, as if trying to compare the two. Finding the clues to her madness that she didn't notice before, asking herself why she didn't dig deeper. Even back when their first met, she'd thought that there was more to the fashionista that met the eye.
In her interviews, Junko often gave the impression of a typical dumb blonde, with nothing but shopping and boys in her brain. A borderline caricature of a bimbo, for people on the other side of the TV to either admire or laugh at.
The real deal was nothing of the sort. In fact, she quickly learnt that she had a very analytical mind. An eye for catching even the smallest of details, a hunger for knowledge, and extensive quantities of information spanning many topics- much like herself.
Perhaps that's what made her drop her guard, then. A false sense of comradery, of belonging. Thinking she'd found someone who understood her.
And Junko did understand her, if she was honest. She understood her better than anyone else, maybe even better than she understood herself.
Maybe that's why it hurts so bad.
“You should spend more time with the class” Junko repeated, dragging her towards the classroom early in the morning, instead of letting her continue investigating “I'm telling you! You'll like them if you give them a chance.”
Why hadn't she noticed how often her supposed girlfriend kept her from looking deeper into the mysteries surrounding Hope's Peak Academy? It had always been done with the sweetest sentiment, presented as her trying to help socialize and get out of her comfort zone. Hiding evil intentions behind a nice "I just wanted to be a good girlfriend and help you".
Had she truly been so blinded by love that she couldn't see what was standing right in front of her?
