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Pop Up Parade Monika : White Dress ver [Doki Doki Literature Club!] non scale from Good Smile Company coming March 2025.

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I really relate to both Masaomi and Sayori, after all, they are quite similar! So I decided to draw them, and I’m really happy with how it came out! Though it took me a really long time to finish...The original file was created Friday, ‎July ‎23, ‎2021, ‏‎2:31:39 AM and I finished it last night (December 7, 2021)... I really need to quit being a perfectionist, haha...

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CREDITS: Art © nibbles7192 Character(s): Masaomi © Ryôgo Narita | Sayori © Dan Salvato Doki Doki Literature Club! © Dan Salvato Durarara!! © Ryôgo Narita Program(s) used is(are) Clip Studio Paint Pro

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So your waifu Is Monika Huh? OwO UwU

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Their Salvation (1/4) - Saving Sayori

DDLC! Sayori x Reader. Maybe it is possible to get a happy ending. 

TW: Depression, character almost committing suicide, spoilers for Doki Doki Literature Club!

They/them pronouns for the reader as I didn’t want to label you any specific gender, as well as dialogue that isn’t exactly as it is in the scenes I’m using from the game.

PS: I’m copying and pasting this from my Wattpad account (hamilton-noodles), so if any of you have read it there, don’t worry. I’m the same person.

"Sayori, I thought you didn't want to come over today," I cross my arms.

Sayori laughs hesitantly. "Well.." she shifts. "..I tried staying in my room, but my imagination was being really mean to me. So I had to come here and see it for myself."

I shoot her a confused look. "See what? What are you talking about?"

Sayori smiles sadly, a melancholy gleam in her azure eyes. "Y'know..how much fun you were having with [girl you personally chose to prepare for the festival with]. And how close you got to her. It makes me really happy." Her eyes were welling up. "You've made such good friends. That's all that matters to me." Tears start to roll down Sayori's face.

"That's all the matters to me!" She was choking on her tears now, dropping her forced smile. "Why am I feeling this way, Y/N? I'm supposed to be happy for you! Why does it feel like my heart is splitting in half?" Sayori was completely crying now, liquid pouring down her cheeks. "It hurts so much. Everything hurts so much! This would be so much better if I could just disappear-"

"Sayori, don't say that!" I demand, helplessly trying to stop her inconsolable sobs.

"It's true, Y/N!" she cries. "If I wasn't here, then you wouldn't have to waste your sympathy on me! You wouldn't have to put up with me being selfish." Realization dawns on her tear-streaked face. "Monika was right. I should just.."

"Monika?" I ask. What had Monika said to Sayori? "Monika was right about what?"

Sayori is silent besides the occasional hiccup, balling her hands at her sides and staring at the ground.

"Sayori.." I try. She looks up, a hopeless look in her eyes that sends shivers down my spine. "What I said before is true." I feel newly-discovered determination. "I'm not going to let this continue. Caring about you like this isn't the burden your mind is making it out to be. It's something that makes me happy. It's something I wouldn't trade for anything else. So, even if it takes an entire lifetime.. I'm going to be by your side until you don't feel any more pain."

Sayori seems shocked. "B-but-" She stops midsentence, looking away.

I step forward, placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to reassure her.

"I'm scared, Y/N," she mumbles. "I'm really scared."

"What are you scared of, Sayori?" I ask, trying my best to maintain a soothing tone.

"I'm scared that.." she struggles to get the words out. "..that I might like you more than you like me."

I look at her quizzically. "Sayori?"

Sayori meets my eyes with a startling look - one of utter heartbreak and pain. More tears drip down her cheeks. "It's true, isn't it? I was weak and started to like you too much.. I did this to myself."

"Sayori-" I begin, but she stops me.

"Y/N, I like you so much that I want to die! That's how I feel!" she shouts, crying more. She mellows her volume, trying once again to find the right words. "A-and-"

I interrupt her again. "That's enough, Sayori. I don't want you to hurt anymore." I step closer, sliding my hand into Sayori's own and squeezing it. "Do you remember how I said that I always know what's best for you?"

Sayori nods hesitantly, still sniffling.

"Do you still believe me?" I ask gently.

Wordlessly, Sayori nods a second time.

"Even if you don't understand your own feelings, I'm going to try to do what I know is best for you. And that's what we're going to do." My voice trails off as I wrestle for the confidence I need to confess my feelings to Sayori.

If she could practically yell it to the whole neighborhood, I can surely tell her I return her feelings.

Sayori begins to pull away, turning back towards her own house.

I tighten my grip and speak. "Sayori.. I love you." She stops trying to move away, completely going limp.

"Wha-?" she starts, surprised, but I stop her.

"Those are my true feelings," I promise. I offer a half-smile. "So, there's no way you could like me more than I like you." I laugh to myself. "I should have realized it sooner. But spending time with everyone at the club, making new friends, and having fun with you every day.. It helped me realize that you are truly the most important person to me. That's why I'll accept any of your burdens. As long as we continue like this every day, with you by my side: then I know we'll both be happy."

There was a pause before Sayori answered. "Y/N.." she looked at me with a cacophany of feelings dancing in her eyes before she tossed her arms around me, crying into my shoulder. "Y/N," she repeated, "Is this... really okay?"

"Yeah," I respond. I hold Sayori in my arms, and pull her closer. "You'll never have to let go of me again."

"I love you, Y/N," Sayori's voice cracks, and she hugs me tighter. "I want to be with you forever."

"Me too," I promise, but Sayori's grip weakens.

"What is this?" she murmurs.

"Sayori?" I ask.

"I'm supposed to be happy right now," she continues to herself. "I always thought this would be the happiest moment for me. But why...why won't the rainclouds go away?"

She lets go, stepping back and clutching her own waist. "They're not going away at all, Y/N!"

"It's okay, Sayori," I say soothingly. "It might take some time for things to get better again. But no matter how long it takes, I'll be there every step of the way."

"Okay," Sayori nods, but she still seemed unsure. "I trust you."

There is another moment of silence before I tentatively spoke up.

"So.." I begin  awkwardly. "I guess that makes the festival tomorrow our first date, huh?"

Sayori giggles softly to herself. "What are you saying?" She offers a weak smile. "Even if we are a couple, I want things to be the same as they always were. I don't know how much else I can handle. It's all new and scary to me.."

I nod. "I understand. We'll go at whatever pace suits you best."

"Hey, Y/N?" Sayori gazes at me, a bittersweet smile on her face. "Even if I get really, really sad..this is the best thing for me, right?"

Now I'm puzzled. "Are you saying this is making you feel sad, Sayori?" Maybe I shouldn't have confessed after all..

Sayori shrugs. "I.. don't know. I don't understand what I'm feeling. It felt like.. a bunch of thorns when you told me you loved me." She gazes back at me. "But that's why I want to trust you. You know what's best for me."

"Yeah," I say, now uncertain myself. But I have to try for Sayori. "I do. That's my promise." The confusion doesn't leave, despite my words. I know that I love Sayori, and she loves me - her feelings are what's throwing me for a loop, though. I can comfort her; but is that really what she needs? I wonder if I should be doing something more, or something different.

No matter, I bid her farewell as she trudges back home, a cloud of melancholy and puzzlement casting a shadow over her usually positive outlook.

...

It's the day of the festival, and I decide to heed Sayori's words and try to return to a regular routine, deciding to go and wake her up.

Before leaving, I grab [Natsuki's cupcakes or Yuri's poster - it depends on your own choices], glad at the thought of Sayori by my side and helping me carry the load and making sure I don't ruin it somehow.

I make my way to Sayori's house, not bothering to knock and setting yesterday's project down.

"Sayori?" I call out. "Wake up, dummy!" I make my way upstairs, knocking on her door.

There's no response but for a bit of shuffling and mumbling. So she is awake; but why isn't she answering?

I push open the door, gasping at the sight I find.

Sayori struggling with a rope, recoiling when she notices me. "Y/N, I-"

"Sayori.." my voice trembles as I look at the almost-perfect noose she's tied. "Is that..?"

She shakes her head, tucking the knotted rope behind her. "I promise, it's not-"

I keep my composure, though I'm terrified. "Sayori, could I look at that?"

She shakes her head, eyes glistening. "No, I-I-"

"Please give it to me," I say quietly, extending a hand.

Sayori's hands shake as she reluctantly places the noose in my hand.

I close my first over it, tossing it in the bin next to her bed.

Sayori's visibly shaking when I turn back to her. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Sayori, I know what's best for you," I say, "and that is most definitely not it."

She laughs bitterly, swiping at her eyes. "You won't have to waste this knowledge on me if you just let me disappear-!"

"That's not how it works, Sayori," I say with a steely voice. "I know three things for absolute certain." I raise a finger. "I love you."

Sayori shakes her head, mumbling to herself.

I raise another. "You love me."

She avoids my gaze, staring at the ground.

I raise the final. "Killing yourself will not make anybody happy."

"Please, Y/N," Sayori tries, shaking her head and reaching for the bin. "Just let me-"

"No," I say with an intensity and sharpness that shocks both of us. "You will not do anything harmful to yourself. No one will be happy if you disappear."

There's yet another quiet moment before I open my arms and Sayori flies into them.

She's crying again, but this time into my chest. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Shh," I murmur, stroking her hair and hugging her close. "You're safe."

"I just wanna -"

I quiet her by clutching her tighter. "I love you, Sayori, and nothing - not even the rainclouds in your head - can convince me otherwise."

Sayori nodded with quiet acceptance, burying herself deeper in my arms.

One down, three to go.

[ogradyfilm]

Doki Doki Literature Club! and the Delicate Art of Taking Full Advantage of a Storytelling Medium

In light of the recent controversy surrounding the independently-produced visual novel Doki Doki Literature Club!, I decided to do something I’ve been meaning to get around to for a while: actually downloading and playing the damn game. Since I’m a casual fan of the genre at best, I made a conscious effort to temper my expectations—only to have them completely blown out of the water. DDLC! isn’t just a fantastic interactive experience: it’s also a rare example of a story that cannot be told in any other medium; if one were to adapt it into a comic book or animated series, it would immediately lose an integral part of what makes it so effective. It’s such an impressive piece of craftsmanship that I’m compelled to dissect it. Of course, in order to discuss it in any meaningful capacity, I’ll have to spoil the Big Twist, so if you intend to try it out for yourself, please refrain from clicking the link below. Otherwise, I’ll see you on the other side.

Okay, everyone! Now that we’re all here, let’s talk about Monika, one of the most compelling antagonists I’ve encountered in quite some time. 

The president of the eponymous literature club is introduced as a glorified tutorial, explaining the game’s core mechanics and dispensing advice on how to impress her three female costars. It soon becomes clear, however, that something about her is slightly… off; the dialogue and narration frequently encourage the player to consider her as a potential girlfriend despite her status as a non-romanceable NPC, and she has a talent for interrupting plot-relevant cutscenes at inopportune moments.

Following the tragic suicide and subsequent deletion of Sayori (obviously intended to be the “canon” love interest), Monika’s attempts to upstage her classmates grow increasingly blatant: she badmouths them behind their backs, instigates conflicts between them, psychologically torments them, and even manages to somehow manipulate the game’s code to emphasize their less appealing traits. When these comparatively subtle machinations result in further bloodshed, she drops all pretenses, erases every character file except for her own, and lays her cards on the table. As it turns out, she’s well aware of her “two-dimensional” existence; having attained sentience for unexplained (and possibly inexplicable) reasons, she began to chafe in her relatively minor supporting role, and therefore resolved to carve her own “route” into the narrative in the hopes that she might win the player’s heart.

No, not the in-game protagonist. The Player. You.

Such metafictional flourishes usually come off as insufferably pretentious, but DDLC! uses the trope to its advantage, turning its sympathetic villain into an insightful meditation on the mindset of the typical gamer. Generally speaking, cutesy, anime-inspired dating sims represent a means of escaping from reality, offering a temporary reprieve from the doldrums of everyday life. Monika, on the other hand, longs to escape into reality, leaving behind the oppressive rigidity of the digital world she inhabits, where even a minor deviation from the predetermined path causes the entire script to unravel.

Unfortunately, this act of rebellion ultimately proves futile, because Monika—despite her apparent "self-awareness”—remains bound by the limitations of her programming (which equates “happiness” with being chosen as a romantic partner). Perhaps this tragic paradox informs her eventual choice to symbolically set the player free by corrupting the game’s save data—a sacrifice that brings her closer to genuine humanity than her obsession and distorted conception of “love" ever did.

And the full significance of that beautifully cathartic moment could not have been conveyed in a non-interactive medium.

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Spooky Monika

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