#fic: doki doki

[serenashido]

shipping renkaza fucking sucks because you either get people who hate real enemies to lovers and call it toxic or pr*ship because they actually are enemies who want to kill each other instead of friends who bicker sometimes (these people are the weakest link and will not survive the winter)

or you get people who do ship it but only in the gooner dumbing-it-down-to-hardcore-porn way where they romanticize and get off to abuse and r*pe (these people are just gross sick individuals and i hope they go extinct)

and the few people who do see the emotional depth in the homoerotic minutes renkaza spent together and the potential in that for top tier doomed yaoi are few and far in between and i rarely find good fics that aren't just insanely ooc porn

[heartbeatbookclub]

sleepover.

natsuki is embarrassed about it, but when they all actually lie down to sleep, she pulls a little plushie out of her bag, trying to make sure no one sees it

sayori notices this. she's quiet, and natsuki notices her staring, hiding the stuffie under her blanket. sayori remains silent, and proceeds to pull her own little plush out of her bag, smiling encouragingly.

natsuki is unamused, but does feel less embarrassed about sleeping with a little stuffed animal

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Untitled - OMORI Post-canon, Hero character study

After the confession, Hero has to take an afternoon to process what it all means. Luckily he has his brother at his side.

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Kissed on a Dare* - The Owl House Post-canon, Gustholomule centric

Gus and Mattholomule both attend a "house party" at Luz's invite along with some other friends. Things are going well until someone brings up a game of spin the bottle.

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Untitled - Gravity Falls Post-canon, Dipper Pines centric

Adjusting to California after Gravitys Falls isn't easy, especially not in middle school. Follows Dipper on his first day back at school and the trouble that it brings.

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Untitled - Demon Slayer Modern AU, Muichiro Tokito centric.

Muichiro awakens in the hospital with no memory besides his name. There, a kind women explains that he will be under the care of her family until he recovers. Follows Muichiro meeting the cast in a school environment, struggling to regain his memories, and the final revelation as to what happened (as well as a few plot twists along the way!)

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[thedeadthree]

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[skellsplace]

I wrote a short Ira fan story with Haruki having to do with gender expression,

[mysteriouslee]

DAY 6-7

lee!mana ler!rikka

Rikka had volunteered to help Aguri study for her biology exam. They had gone the carbon cycle, osmosis, diffusion all that good stuff that made your brain hurt. Lastly Rikka was helping Aguri label each bone within the spinal chord, however Aguri having a little trouble. Rikka called Mana to be a physical representation of sorts, Mana immediately made her way to where they were and was eager to help. Rikka picked up a kendo stick she found to assist her.

"Alright Aguri, in order from the cervical curvature, the bone you have at the top of your neck is the cervical c1. Also right her is the atlas c1" as Rikka explained, the cushioned part of the kendo stick tapped the spot at the back of her neck that connects to her head. Mana abnormally squirmed but managed to hide her reaction from Rikka.

"The cervical part of the spine has 7 bones to make the segment" stated the blue haired precure.

Rikka poked to where the second cervical bone would be to the seventh using the stick, making sure Aguri get's a good look. Mana was struggling even harder to keep still, titters and little snorts were escaping and it was beginning to become more evident.

"Mana, are you ok, is this uncomfortable for you" asked Rikka.

"Quite fihihinee" giggled the girl with berry coloured hair (yes I looked it up).

Rikka didn't buy it for a second, finally taking a look at Mana's expression to realize she's laughing. Rikka was unknowingly tickling her.

"Last chance to tell me to stop" Rikka warned.

"Believe me, I'm a-okAhahHAhHAH" Mana started laughing as Rikka started to continue what she was doing just adding a teensy bit more pressure than before.

"Now, let's move on to the thoracic curvature" Rikka's said as her glasses suspiciously became tinted.

There's no way she would be ticklish past this point, the pink cure betted. Oh boy, oh boy was she wrong.

"Mana, you have to stay still for my demonstration" Rikka teased.

Rikka put the stick down and used her nails to tease and scribble all over Mana's back.

"*snort* AHAHANOOOO AT THIHIS POIHINT YOUHURE JUST TIHICKLING MEHEHEEE" whined the pink clad teen.

"Am I now" retorted the blue cladded teen.

"Uh guys, I thought we were gonna study" Aguri interjected with a raised brow.

The two sheepishly apologized and continued with the lesson, not having to torture Mana anymore and using a laser pointer Aguri had the whole time.

[yandere-daydreams]

whats the relationship between you and the cringiest horror game (doki doki literature club; now forgotten but at some point mainstream advertisement for yandere culture).

deeply intimate and psychosexual. will be telling my therapist about it in roughly ten to fifteen years whether or not it is relevant to what's going on at that point.

[translightyagami]

L in Misa's clothes? Being jealous? It's more likely than you think.

YES I am still writing chapters for my kinktober fic. There's, like, a story I have to finish here.

Light's Perfect Plan | chapter 7: possessive

“Turn around now,” L said. “I’m ready for you.” Light scooted his chair around. The false smile he painted on melted away the moment he faced L. Pretending attention proved unnecessary. L’s phone calls returned to him and made sudden sense. Gone was the white long sleeve and baggy jeans – instead, L stood before Light in Misa’s clothes. He wore two pieces Light recalled the model showing off before – a red-patterned pleated skirt and black ribbed pullover, the collar trimmed in fake white fur. No stockings or tights, just L’s bare legs shaved smooth as they’d never been before. Most notable in this costume, however, wasn’t the clothing or his legs but L’s hair. “Do you like it?” L touched his dark curling twin tails, running both hands down their length. “I wasn’t sure what to wear. Amane has so many outfits.”

(L gets jealous that Light is thinking about Misa after she gets evidence against Higuchi. He takes matters into his own hands to show Light that he must not be ignored.)

[breeberrypies]

take a look through Aziraphale’s memories🌟

[psychologicalwarclaire]

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In this chapter: memories, Casey Jones, self reflection (non-metaphorical), masks, and so much more! I've worked so hard on this one in particular, so I can't wait to share all 14k+ words of this chapter with y'all!

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[aparticularbandit]

The Illusion of Choice: Junko Enoshima and /Somebody's JEALOUS/~

Summary: “I think,” Junko murmurs, stepping closer to Yuri, “it’s not fair that you call me Enoshima-san.”  She pouts, eyes growing wide as she flutters her lashes at her.  “If…if I can’t be formal with you, Matsuda-chan—”

“Yuri,” the other girl softly corrects.

“—then you shouldn’t be so formal with me.”

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M for existential dread, suicidal thoughts, mention/implication of an eating disorder, and implied/referenced psychological self-harm. This will only get worse.

AO3

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“E-E-Enoshima-san!” Yuri stutters out as Junko walks into the clubroom.  She brushes her fingers through her hair and flushes a bright red.  “I wasn’t sure if you would be here today, since you weren’t feeling well yesterday.”

Junko shrugs, gaze flicking over Yuri’s shoulder just enough so that she can see Monika.  Her own blood red eyes meet Monika’s data green ones; Monika stares back at her, searches her.  That’s enough.  “I’m feeling better,” she says, gaze returning to Yuri’s.  The closer she is, the more she sees how much Yuri isn’t like Mikan.  The purple shades are off, sure, but they also match; unlike Junko herself (minus a lot of bleach and dye and her bright blue contacts), Mikan’s eyes are a subtly different color than her hair.  Yuri’s eyes, on the other hand, match her hair exactly.  And her skin isn’t—

“I think,” Junko murmurs, stepping closer to Yuri, “it’s not fair that you call me Enoshima-san.”  She pouts, eyes growing wide as she flutters her lashes at her.  “If…if I can’t be formal with you, Matsuda-chan—”

“Yuri,” the other girl softly corrects.

“—then you shouldn’t be so formal with me.”  Junko isn’t in her own game – isn’t in the meat sack that, technically speaking, isn’t hers – and so she can’t make the fake mushrooms sprout all over her head.  She can, however, avert her gaze the same way that Yuri often does, and she can, however, start tangling strands of her hair about one finger.  “Moni-kun calls me Jun-chan, and…and Sayori, so…so why do you still call me Enoshima-san?”

“E-E-Enoshima-san, I didn’t mean to—”

Junko sniffles and walks away from Yuri.  “It’s okay.  You don’t love me.”  She sits at a desk and sighs sadly.  “I get it.”

“N-n-n-no!”  Yuri follows after her and places her hand loudly enough on Junko’s desk that Yuri herself jumps at the sound.  Then she swallows and steels herself.  “N-n-no, Junko, I—”  She flushes even brighter when she says Junko’s name and cuts herself off.

“It’s okay.”  Junko places her hand over Yuri’s, takes it in hers, and gives it a squeeze.  Then she glances up and gives Yuri an encouraging smile.  “I like it when you say my name.”

Yuri’s blush deepens, but she gently interlaces their fingers and gives Junko’s hand a squeeze back.  “Junko—”

“Aw, man.”  Natsuki drops her bag in the door with a loud thunk and glares over at Junko and Yuri.  “If you’re gonna do all that lovey-dovey bullshit—”

“Natsuki—”

“—can you do it somewhere else?”  Natsuki crosses her arms.  “This place is cool, and you’re just gonna—”

“Natsuki, hush.”

It takes a second attempt for Yuri to break through Natsuki’s words and be heard, and she glares back at her.  She keeps her hold on Junko’s hand, which is a step up from earlier in the week, when she likely would have dropped it and hidden behind her hair.  Instead, she meets Natsuki’s glare with her own.  “If you cannot find it in yourself to accept that some of us would like to be happy—”

Junko considers saying something under her breath here but decides against it.

“—then maybe this club isn’t a good place for you after all.”

“W-w-w-wait!”  Sayori comes into the clubroom late, her eyes wide.  “Wh-wh-what are you saying, Yuri?  Natsuki’s our friend—”

Yuri’s glare flashes over to Sayori.  “You only just got here,” she says, steel in her voice, “so you couldn’t have heard what she said to me and your dear Jun-chan before you got here.  I assure you, it was just the same as what I said to her.”

“I didn’t say you should quit the club!”

“You said that we should go somewhere else,” Junko finally interjects, already bored with the argument.  Yuri and Natsuki were fighting when she left the meeting last time, although she’s not sure what about, since she left, and Sayori went to go stop them then.  If she leaves it going now, it’ll just be the same thing, only she’ll be stuck here listening to it, and she’s not interested in that in the slightest.  Maybe if Sayori hadn’t shown up, she could’ve seen the argument build and build until—

Well, if this really is a horror game, maybe it would be something horrifying.

If not, she’d likely be expected to comfort and support one or the other of them.  Yuri, in this case, since that’s the route she’s currently on, although it would be interesting to see what would happen if she supported Natsuki instead.  Maybe see that look of despair and hatred crossing Yuri’s face—

It should be delicious, shouldn’t it?

And yet.

All of the moments of despair Junko’s seen from the other girls haven’t given her any glee at all.  But that’s to be expected, given they aren’t real and she doesn’t actually care about any of them.  The more concerning thing is that even her own moments of despair haven’t had any life to them.  No joy.  No pleasure.

Just despair.  And pain.

When there’s anything at all.

Still – Junko levels her eyes at Natsuki, while their focus remains solely on Sayori.  “You said that we were being too lovey-dovey for the club.  As if millions of books and manga—” (She catches Natsuki flinch out of the corner of her eye.  Good enough.) “—haven’t been written on that very theme.  Yuri is right.  Do you really want to get in the way of your fellow club members’ chance at happiness?”

And with her focus on Sayori, Junko catches it – that moment, that flicker of despair crossing her eyes, consuming her as she averts her gaze unable to look but then glances back up to Yuri and then to Junko, tears at the corners of her eyes.  Sayori meets Junko’s eyes, searches them, and then bites her lower lip.  “I…I don’t think there’s anything wrong with—”

“I don’t wanna see it!” Natsuki says, stamping her foot.

When Sayori starts to say something else, Yuri turns to Monika.  “Don’t you have something to say, Monika?  As club president, you should make these decisions.”

Monika freezes.

Or appears to freeze.

Junko turns to her and catches it, the way that Monika starts to vibrate, as though she’s pacing really fast, thinking and talking to herself.  There’s a flicker of code around her; the world must be frozen where Monika isn’t while she decides one way or the other, and the others must not be able to see it, but Junko can.

She could step into the moment, if she wants.

Junko smirks.  “Having a problem, Moni-kun?”

I hate when you call me that.

Again, that faintest of echoes, one that still lingers in Junko’s mind when Monika says, much more clearly, “I think we should take it to a vote.”  She clasps her hands together and takes a deep breath, as though stilling herself.  “Junko and Yuri are biased, of course,” she says, calm and authoritative all at once, “and since the vote is over their behavior, they should not be included.  There are too few of us.  It would heavily weight things in their favor.”

As Monika speaks, Sayori’s eyes grow wide, and a sparkle grows within them – much like Sonia’s did when she was excited.  “Debate Club Monika,” she murmurs, her voice full of awe.  “I never thought we would get a chance to see her.”

Debate Club? Junko thinks, gaze returning to Monika.  So there’s some backstory there she hasn’t unlocked.  Not that it matters.  This sort of altercation would have happened regardless – Yuri would likely react this way if she’d been on Natsuki’s route, too.  The only way to prevent it would probably be if she’d chosen Sayori’s route; given that she’d joined the club at Sayori’s request, the other club members would likely assume they were together – or close to it – already.  They’d shoot their shot if they could, of course, but they wouldn’t go against Sayori.

Yuri sighs and sits at the desk just next to Junko.  She keeps her hand locked with Junko’s.  “This could be a while.”

“Well, then.”  Junko takes her hand from Yuri’s and stands.  “Since we know when we’re not wanted—”

“I did not say you were unwanted,” Monika tries to cut in, gaze steely as it lands on Junko.

Junko meets her gaze.  “Our votes don’t count, right?  So you don’t fucking need us for whatever the fuck you’re doing.”  She starts to the door, picking up her bag and shifting the strap to her shoulder.  “While you decide our fate, we’ll just be somewhere else.”  She glances back to Yuri.  “You coming, or you want to wait and hear what these shitheads have to say?”

Yuri glances around, gaze sweeping along Sayori’s anxious face and Monika’s calm one.  She specifically does not look over to Natsuki. Then she stands.  “I’ll go with you,” she says.  Then she pauses just inside the door.  Her brow furrows.  “I think,” she says, gathering the tray with her tea supplies, “none of you need any of this.  We’ll just—”  Then she cuts herself off.

Junko holds the door open for her, and as Yuri walks out, she scans the room again.  Sayori won’t look up.  Natsuki won’t look over.  But on seeing how Monika’s gaze never leaves her, she winks.

Have fun, Moni-kun.

[heartbeatbookclub]

I think it's sorta weird how the Protagonist (MC, Y/N, Stinky, whatever you wanna call him) is treated within the context of DDLC's meta.

That sentence came out weird. What I mean is that on terms of DDLC playing with the 4th wall (in other words, on terms of its actual existence as a visual novel in universe), the nature of the Protagonist's...well, entire existence, is up in the air.

Dan Salvato literally stated that he doesn't actually see him as a character in the same way as the girls. He's a "blank slate that says whatever is convenient." In a different statement, he's described as the "nameless, faceless self-insert character that you find so commonly in romance games", which I think is a good way of putting it. It's a good way of justifying why he kinda...sucks, because he's meant to be a typical VN protagonist. He's shallow, and responds with little more than what makes sense in context, because he doesn't have much character on his own, which is what makes him pretty bad at dealing with delicate issues like with Sayori.

In DDLC+ (spoilers, I guess?), it's a little bit vague about it, but in one of the mails, it states that Monika has literally "manufactured" a new character to "force interaction between her and the user". This character is heavily implied to be the Protagonist of the main DDLC visual novel that we know, and he is, as stated, noticeably absent from the Side Stories, because Monika didn't actively create him to be there.

Except...he isn't.

He doesn't physically appear, but in Trust, though he's obviously not mentioned by name, it's implied that he does exist, because when asked to act like a "normal person" responding to the Literature Club, she imitates a friend of hers who says "Literature is stuuupid. I'm joining the Anime Club."

...Remind you of a certain someone?

I feel like I'm overexplaining this, but my point is, it suggests that the Protagonist as a character isn't just something Monika invented out of thin air, or at least he's heavily implied not to be.

I think there's a larger conversation on the vague way the game itself treats the world outside of what is defined within the limited scope of Doki Doki Literature Club. Fans have filled gaps of different characters and events, but it's important to acknowledge that they're gaps filled by fanon, not canon. I think those gaps are left very intentionally empty, mostly to play into the conceit of the world, being that literally nothing actually exists outside of its boundaries, because it's a visual novel. It's a limited, constricted reality, where things are implied to exist outside it, but they actually don't.

In other words, Monika did apparently generate all that makes up the Protagonist as a character and vehicle for the player in the main game, based off the limited concept implied by their interaction in the Side Story. Or, rather, probably by something else, since the side stories are inherently a "Control Simulation" where Monika doesn't have any sense of meta awareness. It's a prequel set before the main story, but...well, if you really think about it, it's implied to tie into the main story, but they don't directly link up, do they? If it's not explicitly shown on screen in the main line Doki Doki Literature Club, did it even happen?

Either way, the Protagonist is a character independent of Monika's creation, he's just given absolutely nothing, and technically doesn't even exist outside of what's implied of him. Technically, the character Monika creates as a vehicle for the Player has no real relation to him, outside of being Sayori's friend and wanting to join the Anime Club. Or, depending on your view, he does! Since he's the literal manifestation of that character concept where it didn't exist previously, it's fair to say that he is that character given life!

I don't know, I think it's just kinda fascinating in context. I don't really like a lot of the extra lore surrounding the whole thing in +, but there are plenty of interesting things like this which have been given just enough flavor to be interesting.

Obviously I don't think this means the Protagonist is a complete non-character and any & all fan interpretations of him should be defenestrated (quite the opposite actually, reality can be whatever you want, I have a few concepts with him floating around my head which I find fun to play with), but I think this sort of thing is probably important to keep in mind on terms of actual investigations of canon.

[all-lars-bars]

In my delusion world, the MC in DDLC is aroace and transfem

[killuaisaprincess]

💕💕💕💕

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Monika has the perfect life. She's the president of a literature club where every girl is her girlfriend. Over the course of a year they've helped each other heal from their traumas and learned to love themselves for who they are. After a special weekend where the girls celebrated Natsuki's decision to move in with Yuri, it seemed like life was just getting better and better for everyone. And it was. Until the day Monika woke up in a world where none of that was true. A world where everything revolves around a boy named only 'MC'. He's such a strange boy, with such mysterious eyes. Eyes that make you lose all sense of time... and place... and self. (A story about queerness overcoming all odds)

Author: @queercatessays

Submitter: @octonine

Note from submitter: I absolutely love the worldbuilding of this fic and how it expands the idea of the VMs from DDLC Plus. This story makes me cry so hard in some points, specially chapter 3 (cause y'know... the transmisia). Also, KeroZombie is writing a sequel to this fic that currently has 8 chapters, just adding this here.