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Danganronpa Femslash February: Braids

Summary: Kyoko needs help with braids.

for @danggirlronpa's Femslash February event!

Rating: G.

AO3

“Here!  Let me help you!”  Yui’s fingers brush through her hair.  She smiles – amused – but doesn’t laugh, which makes Kyoko’s heart grow warm.  “You’re not very good at this side, are you?”

Kyoko doesn’t mention that her mother always braided her hair before.  It was one of the few things that Kyoko maintained while she was traveling with her grandfather, hoping that she would get good enough at it that her mama would smile when she saw her again.  Then her mama didn’t see her again, and Kyoko still isn’t good at braiding her hair, but she keeps doing it over and over again anyway.

Maybe her mother looks at her attempts and smiles anyway.  She likes to think of her mother smiling down on her, when she thinks of her at all.

“Can I practice on your hair?” Kyoko asks in a soft voice as Yui ties the second ribbon around her hair.  She notes when Yui’s fingers fumble, and she smiles.  “It’s not long enough.  I know.”

~

“So, Kyokyo.”

Junko’s voice breaks Kyoko out of her thoughts, and she comes to with the other girl sitting backwards on her chair, elbows propped on Kyoko’s desk, staring at her.  But Junko seems to note just when Kyoko returns to herself, a smile twisting onto her lips.  “You weren’t paying attention to me, huh?  What, am I too boring for you, or something?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to say it.”  Junko pretends to pout, but the expression doesn’t last long before the amused smile comes back.  She reaches out and brushes her fingers through the hair just around Kyoko’s right ear.  “You only have one braid.  What’s up with that?  You just suck at this side?”

Kyoko doesn’t flinch, but something cold stabs through her heart.

~

“Promise me.  Promise you’ll fix my braid.”

Yui smiles at her.  “Of course, I will.”

It’s a lie.  The smile is a lie.  Kyoko can see that it’s a lie – there are tears pooling at the corner of Yui’s eyes as she says it.

But she refuses to believe that Yui would lie to her.  Yui wouldn’t lie to her.  And if she did—

(Kyoko holds the handcuffs she’s never let go close to her chest.)

~

“I’m not good at either side.  I’ve just practiced more with this one.”

That’s a little more truth than Kyoko would like in that statement.  Not that she would lie to Junko – she would, if necessary – but in most cases she would much rather obfuscate the truth, misdirect and lead the conversation in another direction entirely, or give information that doesn’t lead to—

“I can teach you that.”  Junko flicks Kyoko’s hair between her first two fingers, holding it in place.  “Or braid it for you—”

“No.”

Junko’s eyes widen just a fraction, then she grows smug.  “Here,” she says, dropping Kyoko’s hair from her fingertips, and turning away from her.  Then she unties her characteristic twintails and leans her head back until her long pink hair cascades along Kyoko’s desktop.  “Braid my hair, Kyokyo!”  She leans back just enough to meet Kyoko’s eyes and grins, wolfish, at her.  “Then you’ll have so much practice, you’ll be the Ultimate Braider!”

Kyoko blinks.  “I don’t think that designation exists.”

“Only because no one’s been that good at before!”  Junko sticks her tongue out at her.

Kyoko sighs.  Her gaze wanders to Junko’s hair, and she slowly runs her gloved fingers through it.  She’s sure it feels brittle or rough from however many times Junko must have dyed and bleached it to first get it to and then keep it as this color, but she still imagines that it’s soft.  Soft enough that no matter how numb or tingly her hands get, it still feels good.  Comforting, even.  “Not during class,” she murmurs.

“Mm.  If you say so.”  Junko grabs the front of her own desk and pulls herself back into an upright position.  “Make it a date, mmk?”

“I didn’t—”

“I’ll even bring the movie!”

Kyoko’s eyes narrow.  “Not Rocky.”

Junko rolls her eyes.  (Kyoko doesn’t have to physically see her do this; she knows that Junko does.)  “Of course not.  What do you take me for?  We need Harriet The Spy for a braiding session.  Duh.”

Kyoko doesn’t respond to that.  She just runs her fingers through the unbraided hair around her right ear, presses her lips together, and then tucks it back behind her ear.  There’s no consideration of a maybe later.  That’s for Yui to braid.

No one else.

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KATHRYN HAHN Mrs. Fletcher (2019)

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MUSIC ASKS these are actually pretty fucking hard but why not.

1:A song you like with a color in the title

2:A song you like with a number in the title

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

6:A song that makes you want to dance

7:A song to drive to

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

9:A song that makes you happy

10:A song that makes you sad

11:A song that you never get tired of

12:A song from your preteen years

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

16:One of your favorite classical songs

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

18:A song from the year that you were born

19:A song that makes you think about life

20:A song that has many meanings to you

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

22:A song that moves you forward

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

25:A song by an artist no longer living

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

27:A song that breaks your heart

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

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The computer doesn't make the jumps. That was all you. ICE PRINCESS (2005) dir. Tim Fywell

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important thing that DR fans need to remember when making fanworks like fanfics or fangans:

you are allowed to be silly

yes, this is a very tragic series and touches upon a lot of serious social subjects, but it is also very silly

don't be afraid to embrace that part of this franchise

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Deltarune sans and Undertale sans are separate people but its like a Pinkie Pie situation where they just know about the other anyways

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all of us waiting for some new DR content like

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Well, this sucks.

....

Guess I'm gonn be binging some Buffy later, huh.

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Femslash February - Day 26 - Mecidine

I'm running out of things to say here!~

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@danggirlronpa's femslash february day 26: (medicine) tragic baby gays...?

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I may or may not have been thinking about them

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Once, when I was driving towards/through a mountain pass, said mountain pass was surrounded by a white cloud that looked like it was growing from the earth.

I cannot understate that this cloud was pure white.

And the more I drove towards it - even though I'd gone through this mountain pass before - the more it felt like I was reaching the end of some drawing, some piece of paper, and I was going to drive off the end of the earth. Because the closer I got, the more everything - other than the ground - was white.

It was terrifying.

(But also I got to drive through a literal cloud, so that was fun.)

Wild that people cite "looking with my bare-ass eyes" as evidence for the Earth being flat when I can drive east and watch the Rocky Mountains slowly disappear behind the curvature of the earth.

Flat Earth wants to claim that they're the real science because their ideas are simple and easy to understand. But they have never once been able to explain what the horizon is if it's not the distance curving down out of sight, and that seems like a pretty basic and easy to understand observation.

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fun fact: the reason i have miu call tsumugi tsupoopie is because it sounds a lot like shipoopi, which is a song from the music man literally about the girl who's hard to get.

you can listen to the song here. (it's pretty catchy!)

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Danganronpa Femslash February: Medicine

Summary: Miu adjusts to life after V3.

for @danggirlronpa's Femslash February event!

TW for Panic Attack(s).

Rating: M for the above TW reasons.

AO3

previous fic

Spaghetti string tank-tops and off the shoulder shirts are standard Miu Iruma fare these days.  That and t-shirts with their necklines cut further open, so that no fabric touches her neck whatsoever, most of which Tsumugi has modified for her.  Something about how just cutting and ripping them open will leave open threads that will cause the shirt to deteriorate after so many washes.  Stuff that Miu doesn’t really care about, and she’s said as much.  Tsumugi has countered that if she really doesn’t care, then she wouldn’t waste money on the shirts in the first place.  Then Miu remarks that she has plenty of cash to waste, since Team Danganronpa paid her plenty for her season.  Plus residuals whenever they reshow episodes.  Plus merchandising.  She’s rolling in cash, so why not waste it buying a ton of shirts that will fall apart and then rebuying them later if she likes them.  Tsumugi always sighs when she says that, and the conversation always ends.

It’s not an argument.  It might look like one – or feel like one – from the outside, but it isn’t.  Just a sort of quiet acknowledgment of the situation.

Team Danganronpa buys lives to ruin them forever.  It’s only right that they pay through the nose for it.

They just don’t pay Tsumugi nearly as much.

~

There are other differences, too.

Miu’s long hair is gone.  Chopped off.  Another sacrifice on the altar of nothing can touch her neck ever.  Her latest therapist she should practice with that, she should try with something small across her neck and sit with it there for a few seconds, minutes, hours if she can get to that point.

Miu thinks that’s bullshit.

Her first – Team Danganronpa mandated – therapist said something along the same lines, but they’d grouped her together with Bakamatsu to save on money.  They’d both been choked to death, right?  Never mind that they were entirely different situations.  Never mind that Bakamatsu’s fans dress up as her on the weekends and gather about with music- and piano-shaped trinkets and Claire de Lune blasting from their phone speakers wherever they go, while Miu’s fans wear scarves that look like toilet paper around their necks as a badge of honor.  As if the only thing that mattered is how she died.

Bakamatsu’s fans give her homemade mix tapes.

Miu’s fans give her chokers, scarves—

It isn’t the same.

Tsumugi has taken to carrying a plush Monokuma around in her lap whenever they go out.  She uses the wheelchair more and more often these days, and Miu wonders if that’s to give them a little more space.  It’s harder for people to close in around them that way, harder for people to get close enough to Miu to wrap something around her neck if she’s focused on pushing Tsumugi somewhere.

People are so....

~

Every now and again, Miu takes one of her anti-anxiety pills before they go out.  She can feel everything crowding in around her.  She can’t breathe.  When she can’t breathe, everything gets worse.  She keeps imagining Kokichi standing in front of her with those blank eyes, just staring at her as she scratches at her throat, and everything hurts, and—

There are a lot of different pills, actually.  There’s the day to day ones on which she is dependent, the ones that keep her calm enough to do anything at all, and then there’s the emergency pills for when things get too much and overwhelming and she just needs to sit down.

The problem is that Tsumugi hardwired Miu’s character with drug usage.  A part of her still wants to reach for that to help ease everything; it’s just more drugs, isn’t it?  That’s why it’s so important that Tsumugi is still around; she keeps her from screwing around with any of that stuff.

She drinks a lot, though.  It doesn’t do much, but she does.

Tsumugi does, too, though, so it can’t be that bad.

~

“Tsupoopie,” Miu asks once, while they’re drinking, “they wouldn’t let you forget, would they?”

They’ve talked about it before – why Miu chose to stay herself instead of reverting to whoever she was before.  It’s a complicated sort of thing, but it really boils down to two reasons: one, Miu doesn’t want to lose herself, and two, whoever she was before seems to have hated herself so thoroughly already that she was more than fine with giving herself up to become putty in Team Danganronpa’s hands, and Miu…doesn’t want to be that again.  She might have a whole host of problems that she wouldn’t have (probably) if she forgot everything, but she....

It seems like a bad idea is all.

Tsumugi holds her whiskey glass between her hands and stares deeply into it.  “There’s plainly no one else for me to revert to, Iruma-chan,” she murmurs.  Then she looks up with half of a smile.  “There’s always and only ever been plain old me.”

Miu considers that for a few moments, stirring the ice in her glass.  “If you could,” she starts, hesitates, then licks her lips and forces herself to continue, “would you?”

“I’ve never thought about it.”

Tsumugi is lying.

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@danggirlronpa's femslash february day 25: (sugar) imagine: maid gf

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@danggirlronpa's femslash february day 24: (pre-tragedy) moments before accompanying her to a restaurant called "The Chiaki Nanami Murdering Room"