Luxi draws DMMd

Hiya I'm Luxi. I want to help liven up the DMMd fandom this decade so I figured I'd finally start posting my art online. I don't bite! In fact, it would make my day if you hit up my ask box or interacted somehow. I love talking to people qwq Feel free to repost my art if you want to uwu ! Just don't claim it as your own

[dmmdresources]

friendly reminder to the dmmd fandom that there’s a collection of DMMd soundtracks and drama cd’s, translations of side stories, sprites for all of the characters, as well as a bunch of other stuff including CG’s, official art, & anime ova located on the tags page. 

enjoy ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[zayzyemberwood]

Has it been done yet?

[sageleaderofthecumcouncil]

DMMD Discord Server!

🖇 › ♡˖°꒰ : Join my DMMD Discord Server! 

Hello everyone! I’m not back with a writing post but I would like to give more recognition to my DMMD Discord server! We’re a small community of friendly folk who’s lookin’ to expand, and it’d make my day if you were interested in joining! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

This server is active daily and we even have a question of the day, cause hey why the heck not? So if you’d like, the link is https://discord.com/invite/XjjTUEV! I’d love to become friends with all of y’all! 

And of course, have a nice day~ ヽ(´｡• ω •｡`)ﾉ

⠀⨾ This is Sage, signing out.

[luxi-draws-dmmd]

I’m also an admin of this server and would love for you guys to join qwq we need more people to play big games of Jackbox together pls hang out with us lmao

[luxi-draws-dmmd]

sorry for being super absent. I’m not dead, my mental health is just total shit and I can’t seem to make art, not to mention I am very busy with school now that the semester is finally coming to an end. I’ll probably be pretty absent until the end of May. Hopefully I’ll feel better once its summer vacation but let’s be real, probably not lmaooo

[ba-mot-deactivated20200603]

that one ridiculous post is making rounds again and i just cant get over this. clear why would you cut an apple with a bloody knife thats so gross

[generallypo]

“I heard your voice, so I came… Aoba-san.”

Hooo-boy, if that doesn’t get me emotional every single time. Call it my bias for eccentric bundles of sunshine and softness, or my crippling weakness for the secretly-handsome-and-devastatingly-earnest type, but you can’t change my mind: Clear is, hands down, DMMD’s best love interest. Character development-wise, thematically, romantically, he nails every trial thrown at him, gets his man,  and proceeds to break your heart in the tenderest, sincerest way possible. I am hopping with Huge Fan Energy, so this post is gonna be unapologetically long and self-indulgent and grossly enthusiastic. Yeeeee.

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Look, DMMD meta analysis has been done to death, I get it. This game is old. But I think it stands as testament to its excellent production that it’s still a game worth revisiting years later — especially during these times when social contact is so hard pressed to come by and we all rabidly devour digital media like a horde of screeching feral gremlins. (Have you seen Netflix’s stock value now? The exploding MMO server populations? Astonishing.) It’s pure, simple human nature to want to connect, to cling to members of our network out of biological imperative and our psychological dependency on each other. As cold and primitive at that sounds, social contact also fulfills us on a higher level: the community is always stronger than the individual; genuine trust begets a mutually supportive relationship of exchange and evolution. People learn from each other, and grow into stronger, wiser, better versions of themselves.

Yeah, I’m being deliberately obtuse about this. Of course I’m talking about Clear. Clear, who is a robot. Clear, who is nearly childlike in his insatiable curiosity regarding the human condition.

And it’s a classic literary tactic, using non-human entities to question the intangible constructs of a concept like ‘humanity’ — think Frankenstein, or Tokyo Ghoul, or Detroit: Become Human, among so, so many works in various media — all tackling that question from countless angles, all with varying measures of success. What does it mean to be human? To be good? Who are we, and where do we stand in the grand scheme of things? Is there even a scheme to follow? … Wait, what?

Jokes aside, there are so many ways that the whole approaching-human-yet-not-quite-there schtick can be abused into edgy, joyless existential griping. Nothing wrong with that if it’s what you’re looking for, except that we’re talking about a boys’ love game here. But DMMD neatly, sweetly side steps that particular wrinkle, giving us a wonderfully grounded character to work with as a result. 

Character Design — the see-through secret

Let’s start small: Clear’s design and premise. Unlike so many other lost, clueless robo-lambs across media, Clear does have a small guiding presence early on in his life. It takes the form of his grandfather, who teaches Clear about the world while also sheltering him from his origins. It means he learns enough to blend sufficiently into society; it also means that Clear has even more questions that sprout from his limited understanding of the world.

Told that he must never remove his mask lest he expose his identity as a non-human, Clear’s perpetual fear of rejection for what he is drives much of his eccentricity and challenges him throughout much of his route. As for the player, the mystery of what lies underneath his mask is a carrot that the writers get to dangle until the peak moment of emotional payoff. Even if it’s not hard to guess that there’s probably a hottie of legendary proportions stuck under there, there’s still significance in waiting for that good moment to happen. And when it does, it feels great.

His upbringing contextualizes and affirms his odd choice of fashion: deliberately generic, bashfully covered from the public eye, and colored nearly in pure white - the quintessential signal of a blank slate, of innocence. Contrasted with the rest of DMMD’s flashy, colorful crew, Clear is probably the most difficult to read on a superficial scale, not falling into the fiery, bare-chest sex appeal of a womanizer, or the techno-nerd rebel aesthetic that Noiz somehow rocks. Goofy weirdo? Possibly a serial killer? Honestly, both seem plausible at the start.

And that’s the funny thing, because as damn hard as he tries to physically cover himself up from society, Clear is irrepressibly true to his name: transparent to a fault. He’s a walking, talking contradiction, and it’s not hard to realize that this mysterious, masked stranger… is really just an open book. By far the most effusive and straightforward of the entire cast, his actions are wildly unconventional and sometimes wholly inexplicable. But given time to explain himself, he is always, always sincere in his intentions — and unlike the rest of the love interests, naturally inclined to offer bits of himself to Aoba. It doesn’t take the entire character arc to figure out his big, bad secret — our main character gets an inkling about halfway through his route — and what’s even better is that he embraces it, understanding that his abilities also allow him to protect what he cherishes: Aoba. 

So what if he doesn’t fit into an easily recognizable box of daydream boyfriend material? He’s contradictory, and contradiction is interesting. Dons a gas mask, but isn’t an edgelord. Blandly dressed, but ridiculously charming. Unreadable and modestly intimidating — until he opens his mouth. Even without the benefit of traversing his route, there’s already so much good stuff to work with, and sure as hell, you’re kept guessing all the way to the end.

Character Development — from reckless devotion into complaisant subservience, complaisant subservience into mutual understanding. And then, of course: free will, and true love. 

At its core, DMMD is about a dude with magic mind-melding powers and his merry band of attractive men with — surprise! — crippling emotional baggage. Each route follows the same pattern, simply remixing the individual character interactions and the pace of the program: Aoba finds himself isolated with the love interest, faces various communication issues varying on the scale of frustrating to downright dangerous, wanders into a sketchy section of Platinum Jail, bonds with the love interest over shared duress, breaks into the Oval Tower, faces mental assault by the big bad — and finally, finally, destroys those internal demons plaguing the love interest, releasing the couple onto the path of a real heart-to-heart conversation. And then, you know, the lovey-dovey stuff. 

Here’s the thing: as far as romantic progression goes, it’s really not a bad structure. There’s room to bump heads, but also to bond. The Scrap scene is a thematically cohesive and clever way to squeeze in the full breadth of character backstory while simultaneously advancing the plot. In this part, Aoba must become the hero to each of his love interests and save them from themselves. Having become privy to each other’s deepest thoughts and reaching a mutual understanding of each other, their feelings afterwards slide much more naturally into romantic territory. They break free of Oval Tower, make their way home, and have hot, emotionally fulfilling sex or otherwise some variation on the last few steps. The end. 

That is, except for Clear. 

Clear’s route is refreshing in that he needs none of these things — the climax of his emotional arc actually comes a little after the halfway point of his route. When Clear’s true origins are revealed, he comes entirely clean to Aoba, fighting against his fear of rejection but also trusting that Aoba will listen. It’s a quiet, vulnerable moment, rather than the action-packed tension we normally experience during a Scrap scene. 

That doesn’t mean it’s prematurely written in — it simply means that he reaches his potential faster than the other characters. Because of that, he’s free to pursue the next level of his route’s development much, much sooner in the timeline: he overcomes his fears of his appearance, he confesses his love to Aoba, he leaves the confines of a largely dubious master-servant relationship and allows himself to be Aoba’s equal. Clear’s sprite art mirrors his emotional transformation all the way through, exposing him to the literal bone — and Aoba’s affection for him doesn’t change a single bit. Beautiful.

The whammy of incredible moments doesn’t just stop there, though. I don’t exactly recall the order the routes DMMD is ideally meant to be played in, but I believe Clear’s is meant to be last. And if you do, I can guarantee that it becomes a hugely delightful gameplay experience — in order to achieve his good route, you must do absolutely nothing with Scrap. It doesn’t just subvert our player expectations of proactively clicking and interacting with our love interests; it grabs the story by its thematic reins and yanks it all back to the forefront of our scene. 

In every route besides Clear’s, Scrap is a tool used to insert Aoba’s influence into and interfere with his target’s mind. Using his powers of destruction, Aoba is able to prune whatever maligned thoughts are harming his target; in any conventional situation, using Scrap is the right choice. 

But one of the central problems in Clear’s route is his conflict between the impulses of his conditioning and his desire to live freely as a human would. Breaking free of Toue’s programming is what initially made him unique; growing beyond the rules imposed by his grandfather is what makes him human. In the final conflict scene, Clear’s decision to destroy his key-lock is an action of true autonomy, made with perfect understanding of the consequences and a sincere, selflessly selfish desire to protect someone he loves. In order to receive his good end, you have to respect his decision. It doesn’t matter which option you pick — by using Scrap, Aoba turns his back on every positive choice he made with Clear and attempts to exert his authority over him. This is Aoba becoming Toue; this is Aoba trying to reinstate himself as ‘Master’ right as he approved Clear as his equal. That’s blatant hypocrisy, and it doesn’t matter if Aoba is trying to do it for Clear’s ‘own good’ — that’s not Aoba’s call to make. If you truly wish to respect Clear’s free will, you will stand by. This is the truth of the moment: Clear has no emotional blockages that Aoba needs to fix. Believe in him, just as he believed in you.

The path to his heart is, and always has been, clear. Scrap was never needed from the start.

While Aoba might be the main character, Clear is undeniably a hero in his own route just as much. Tirelessly earnest and always curious, he leaps headlong into the unknown and emerges with his newfound enlightment. He’s unafraid of weathering trials, even to the point of accepting death, and returns anew from oblivion to a sweet, cathartic ending. That’s about as textbook hero’s journey as it gets — if that doesn’t make him unquestionably, certifiably, unconditionally human, then I will scream.

And only finally… there is the free end. The final CG is like a throwback to our first impression of him: indistinct, purposefully obscured from proper view. But this time, we know better — and so does Aoba. Looks were never what mattered in Clear’s route. If you were patient, and you were open-minded, and you listened… well, what we realize now is that Clear was doing the exact same thing for you, too.

From a carefree, aimless robot-man with only the gimmick of “eccentric ditz” to carry him forward, we get a supremely more interesting character by the end: a man who has graduated from the well-intentioned but claustrophobic conditioning of his childhood; a weapon who has defied the imperatives placed on him by his creator’s programming; a wanderer who has, through unconditional patience and empathy, discovered love, and striven to become a better person for it. Who was it that ever doubted Clear’s character? He’s the goddamn goodest boy that ever wanted to be a real boy. Of course Clear is human. And in fact, he does it better than every single one of the actually human love interests. You can’t change my mind.

The Romance — kindness is really fucking attractive, okay.

Like I’ve said earlier, I have my Big Fan Blinds stuck on pretty tight. I might be conjuring sparks from thin air. But I think every choice was a deliberate creative decision on the writers’ part, and they deserve all the kudos for it — I’m just the lucky player who gets to enjoy it. But aside from Noiz (who I also think is a perfect darling as well — I could go on and on about him), Clear’s route is a model example for consent and healthy relationships in VN storytelling. This is reciprocated on both sides: never does Aoba infringe on Clear’s boundaries, and neither does Clear. They’re sensitive to each other’s needs and concerns; they ask for permission and stop when it isn’t granted (and when it is, boy do they get frisky — I’m not complaining!) I don’t need to say much more, because I think that consent is both fantastic and yes, incredibly hot (the scene in DMMD is tons more sad, go play Re:connect!). Good writing shows off the massive erotic potential enthusiastic consent puts into intimacy, and Aoba’s and Clear’s relationship is honestly a dream playground. The point is, I think Aoba and Clear genuinely do find equal balance in their relationship by the end of his route (and certainly through Re:connect). If you follow through Re:connect’s storyline, there’s even more thematic richness that comes through in the form of Clear’s greatest asset: communication. The couple get to discuss the long-term implications of them being together; they both offer concerns, points, and assurances to the other, and it’s just a soft, honest moment not so unlike the worries of a real relationship. Hearing is kind of Clear’s motif sense, but it’s really great to see that Aoba also subtly picks it up, really flexes his own communication skills to better engage with Clear. 

Point is, Clear’s route spoke to me on a lot of little levels. Design-wise, he’s already got a ton going for him, and his story builds upon it rather than against it, enriching his development and grounding him a little more solidly in the DMMD universe (and in my heart). His route, aside from being emotionally ruinous, carries a pretty solid chunk of world-building (only beaten out by Mink’s and Ren’s, probably), and the romance feels organic, healthy, and realistic. He’s not the only one with an excellent route, but he’s my favorite. If you read through all of this, you’re a real trooper and I’m extremely impressed. Thanks for tuning in. Peace.

[generallypo]

goodest boy in the history of good boys. 

get you a battery operated boyfriend who loves you like this man loves aoba.

[generallypo]

“loOL WE OWN HIS ASS NOW, LOSERS.” 

not canon dialogue, but if you had to summarize the entirety of the ViTri bad route in seven words… hm-mm.

 wow. yeah. these guys are unreasonably colossal dickbags and their taste in suit patterns is actual garbage? i love it.

[milkydeath]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANIME SONIC🎉🎉

[sageleaderofthecumcouncil]

Happy Birthday Aoba, Sei, and Ren!

🖇 › ♡˖°꒰ : Happy Birthday Aoba, Sei, and Ren! That’s right, still celebrating and it’s 2020.

As the title, repeated twice, states, it’s Aoba, Sei, and Ren’s birthday today (well, where I am, it may have passed already for some, and it’s also secretly late at night for me anyway) and I have oh-so-diligently written a little drabble just to celebrate. And well- I was planning for it to be a lot more than just a drabble but I gave up like- yesterday, and so I completely scrapped the idea and wrote a drabble instead and it’s a bit rushed but I got it done anyway, so… at least for once it’s clean, amirite?

Before I get into the actual drabble details, I’d like to emphasize that I’m of course not the best writer and can make mistakes! Also, the contents of what I write may vary and if you are displeased with this content or have an issue with what I write, you can either head out and wait for me to write something else or simply don’t read my content- I’d appreciate this a lot more than sending any sort of hate. Thank you! And also keep in mind I’m always trying to improve!

OH AND A SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO MY FUCKIN’ WAIFU @luxi-draws-dmmd​ FOR BETA READING cause you see i can not write quality without my other half HAHAHA-

ܴೈ  renao? ׂׂૢ་ general ׂׂૢ་ drabble ੈ✩‧₊˚

🗒 ❛ this drabble is completely clean, woohoo!༉‧₊˚✧

►  s t a r t ⋆｡˚. ੈ

Aoba slides open the door to the balcony, a brisk, nocturnal breeze greeting him by brushing subtly against his skin as he steps out and allows the nocturnal air to consume him. Instantly it has Aoba sighing as he leans against the wooden rails, his arms crossed and hanging out from the parapet as he looks up at the clear April sky. The weather was always a comfortable medium in April, and tonight was a great example. The clean air of the Old Residential District was always refreshing as Aoba breathes deeply through his nose, a breath long needed after the hectic day came to an end.

Ren comes following Aoba’s path brief moments later, coming to position himself adjacent to Aoba. The two had spent time together before on the balcony, of course, but no matter how many times their eyes roam over the seemingly endless walls of houses similar to their own, they always end up examining them again in the same manner the next time they’re out. This time was no exception, both Aoba’s hazel and Ren’s amber eyes entranced in the somehow complex demeanor of their surroundings. 

Somewhere along their quiet observations, Aoba and Ren’s eyes met and with one glance at Ren’s innocent face, highlighted by moonlight, Aoba couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, seeing as though no matter how many days pass, Ren’s purity seems to be as abundant as ever.

“Ah, now that I think about it,” Aoba mentions, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “It hasn’t been that long since you’ve gotten that body, no? So in a way, wouldn’t you be turning one year old today?”

“I’ve lived on for much longer than that, Aoba. My age is equivalent to yours.”

“Are you sure about that? You sure can act like a child sometimes,” Aoba teases with a playful tone, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“…I don’t think I understand.”

“Just two days ago, you didn’t even know how to hold a pencil!” 

“But I-”

“Hey, I’m just kidding, Ren,” Aoba snickers, moving closer to Ren to rest his head against Ren’s broad shoulders. Aoba sighs again, feeling the fatigue from the lively events before slowly taking over his body in slow waves. “If anything, I don’t mind teaching you anyway.”

“Yes… thank you. The information you taught me today was very helpful.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s no problem,” Aoba replies, mind wandering to Ren and the others earlier. Clear and Koujaku were over, and Tae had made a huge feast for Aoba and Ren’s birthday celebration, and in addition, a mountain full of her famous doughnuts that Aoba never seems to have enough of. It really showed today, too, as he savored every last doughnut, eating the most out of everyone there.

Aoba didn’t actually have any plans for a party, but nevertheless, levity came naturally between the group as they joked and played around all day. For example, under Clear’s suggestion, they all went to the park, and acting like deviants, they ran around playing tag and completely defied the fact that birthdays were to grow older, instead hoarding the playground as they tried to escape the touch of whoever was “it”. And at the end of it all, it was somehow declared that Aoba lost (although there isn’t really a way to lose. Is there?) and as punishment, despite him being one of the birthday boys, he was forced to squeeze himself into one of those baby swings and be pushed around by the other three, definitely testing the swing chain’s limits.

Remembering the hard rubber seat against his hips, Aoba’s hand instantly comes to rub at them as he’d smile to himself. “Ahh, that’s right,” he murmurs softly, eyes moving up to the clear inked sky while ignoring the light tug of his eyelids. “It’s also your birthday, isn’t it?” Aoba would ask towards the sky. Ren beside him smiles softly as he watches Aoba reach out to the sky as if offering his hand to the stars.

“Happy Birthday, Sei. I had a great birthday today, and I hope you did, too. I love you.”

[luxi-draws-dmmd]

someone please help me I’m trying to figure out the name of an anime movie (at least I think it’s a movie ??). I’ve been seeing people posting about it for awhile but I suddenly can’t find any posts on it now that I wanna know what it’s called. So anyway the main thing I know about it is there are these two guys that everyone seems to ship, one of them is like,, this buff dude with blue spiky hair (he kinda looks like Kamina from gurren lagann) and then the other guy is this light green haired twink or something ?? idk his hair is really poofy and when I first saw him i thought he was a girl but- yeah please help what is this called????

[hiki-777]

Promare?

[luxi-draws-dmmd]

YES THATS THE ONE HAHASNLDKFJSD THANK YOU

[luxi-draws-dmmd]

someone please help me I’m trying to figure out the name of an anime movie (at least I think it’s a movie ??). I’ve been seeing people posting about it for awhile but I suddenly can’t find any posts on it now that I wanna know what it’s called. So anyway the main thing I know about it is there are these two guys that everyone seems to ship, one of them is like,, this buff dude with blue spiky hair (he kinda looks like Kamina from gurren lagann) and then the other guy is this light green haired twink or something ?? idk his hair is really poofy and when I first saw him i thought he was a girl but- yeah please help what is this called????

[betterthanedison]

Ok so I really wanna make another one of those dmmd confession simulator things like this

So please submit ur ungodly confessions to me and pls pass this around so I can get an ass load of em

[luxi-draws-dmmd]

Tagged by @hiki-777

- rules: go here and make yourself a witch! (You don’t have to draw, don’t worry!)

Thanks for tagging me this was fun lol

[saeraas]

[starryreader]

this was a random pushin paint around thingy

i recently played dmmd and i love this boy

[luxi-draws-dmmd]

Here’s Trash and Garbage.

This was experimental and idk if I like it. Hard shading is,, well, hard. Plus I drew most of the line art while I was in an artistic slump so aaaaa whatever

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