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woke-up-in-harajuku · 27 days
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monika art i made ages ago <<3 maybe i should to draw yuri soon…
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mothfrye · 5 months
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laraarainbow · 10 months
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Welcome to the Literature Club! 📚
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seafooms · 1 year
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her always forever
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matzahstein · 25 days
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Ouch-
Yuri: I bet Natsuki likes Home Depot. Monika: Maybe she can finally find a dad there. Natsuki: BITCH TF YOU MEAN- Sayori: Home Depot has ropes, right? Monika: SAYORI NO- ---- too much is going on at the same time- again, this was an actual convo i had w/someone-
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Saw the original Arin Hanson tweet get posted, wanted to post this version for all my followers :3
A fun note: these tweets were made on National Coming Out Day (October 11) so he's definitely suggesting suggestions
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kbug562 · 21 days
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This game broke my brain when it came out and it’s still not fixed. One of two pieces I made last year.
Hey buddy, I also post on Instagram and kofi! Check my socials here!
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me: parasocial relationships are inherently unhealthy and i try my best to avoid them
also me when i get the good ending in ddlc and get a secret note and an acheivement that just says "dan says hi": omg guys. dan said hi
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rawafgames · 2 months
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-☠️
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kalfui · 7 days
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DDLC is turning 7 this year. SEVEN.
It's been 7 years since DDLC was made, and it feels like it was 4 years ago. I love DDLC with all my heart, and I'll forever be grateful that it was made, but the fact that it's almost 7 years old now is actually baffling. Happy too early birthday for DDLC
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littlebodyinkheart · 1 year
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HERE IT ISSS MY STUPID DDLC X INKHEART AU!!
Unfortunately, the file got messed up when I pasted it here, so I couldn't add any fancy visual effects to it (trust me when I say it looked SO much better in the original file), so I guess we'll just have to take what we can get.
So enjoy :D (I hope)
Ladies and gents of the Inkheart (and DDLC) community, I, @hearts4capricorn , present to you:
DOKI DOKI!🖋
❤️‍🔥FIRE RAISERS CLUB!❤️‍🔥
Monika - Capricorn
Sayori - Dustfinger
Natsuki - Basta
Yuri - Mo
Greetings, Capricorn here!
Welcome to the Fire Raisers! It's always been a dream of mine to reach the top and do great things, as of starting this “club” if you will, will only make things easier for me. Now that you're also a Fire Raiser, you can help me make that dream come true in this fantasy novel.
Every day is full of chit-chat and activities with all of my loyal and unique club members:
Dustfinger, the youthful and optimistic “Fire Dancer” who values life the most;
Basta, the deceivingly hot-headed boy who packs an assertive punch; also my most loyal henchman;
Mortimer Folchart, the timid and mysterious one who finds comfort in the world of books;
...And, of course, Capricorn, the leader of the club. (That's me)
I'm expecting you to make friends with everyone and help the Fire Raisers become stronger than ever. But I can tell already that you're a sweetheart—will you promise to spend the most time with me?
Mo poems
Act 1, second day
Ghost under the light
My hair illuminates beneath the amber glow.
Glowing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.
Act 1, third day
On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific — and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise —
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Act 1, fourth day
The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America
Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,
Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
The visage was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.
Act 2
Tyrant
My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious EYE
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor’d
Its edge, at one more victim gain’d thereby …
The Bell
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
AS ALL THE HEAVENS WERE A BELL,
And Being, but an EAR,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
WreTCHEDed, solitary, HERE
C ICORN S L ST ENING
Dustfinger poems
Act 1, second day
Dear fire
The way you glow and crackle in the night,
It makes me feel like you missed me too.
Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed.
Making me rub the sleep from my eyes.
Are you asking me to come out and play?
Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?
I look above. The sky is of deep blue.
It's a secret, but I trust you too.
If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.
But I'm not mad.
I want to play with you.
Act 1, third day
And I to fire
My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem
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Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of
Get.
Out.
Of.
My.
Head.
Ashes denote that fire was;
Respect the grayest pile
For the departed creature’s sake
That hovered there awhile.
But a fire never actually dies.
It just stops moving.
Basta poems
Act 1, second day
Knives
Knives are sharp.
Knives are dangerous.
Knives are fun.
Knives can kill.
Knives can make you feel alive.
Knives go away.
Act 1, third day
Sharp
each night
when I go to bed
I lay on my side
because there are
knives in my back
and knives in my head
lying on my back
or lying on my chest
would only push the
knives in further
But then comes a hand
To guide me through the dark
And when I reach to grab it
The knives retract with a spark
Act 1, fourth day
Because you
Tomorrow will be brighter with me around
But when today is dim, I can only look down.
My looking is a little more forward
Because you look at me.
When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!
But my truest feelings can never come out.
My words are a little less empty
Because you listen to me.
When something is above me, I reach for the stars.
But when I feel small, I don't get very far.
My standing is a little bit taller
Because you sit with me.
I believe in myself with all of my heart.
But what do I do when it's torn all apart?
My faith is a little bit stronger
Because you trusted me.
My pen always puts my feelings to the test.
I'm not a good writer, but my best is my best.
My poems are a little bit dearer
Because you think of me.
Because you, because you, because you.
Act 2
Too many
"There’s too many”,
And they looked at me.
Did someone stab me?
It felt like it.
And then they said my name.
Did someone twist the knife?
It hurts.
Basta's request
I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Dustfinger has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But he's not normally like this. He's always been sarcastic and lively and annoyingly energetic ...things like that.
Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to suck it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about him. But I would rather DIE than try talking to him about it. He's my WORST ENEMY. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that he'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince him to talk to someone.
I've always wanted to try getting closer to “Dirty-Finger” and it actually really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I'll even give you my knife for a day if I have to. Just please try to do something.
As for Capricorn... I don't know why, but he's been making me feel weird recently. Something in his eyes makes me freeze in fear when he glances at me, and I feel like I'm missing something important that I can't remember. So I'm trying my best to avoid getting him mad right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HIM KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading.
“I changed my mind.”
“Ignore everything you just read”
“There's no point in trying to do anything”
“It's Dustfinger's own fault that he's so unlikable”
“Can you hear me, reader?”
“If you would just spend more time with Capricorn, all these problems would go away.”
“Silvertongue and I are too messed up for someone as wonderful as you.”
“Just think of Capricorn from now on.”
“Just Capricorn.”
Just Capricorn.
Just Capricorn.
Just Capricorn.
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*game restart*
Cornelia Funke
(Team Salvato)
Just Capricorn.
Capricorn poems
Act 1, second day
The Lady Who Knows Everything
An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.
The Lady who Knows Everything.
A beautiful lady who has found every answer,
All meaning,
All purpose,
And all that was ever sought.
And here I am,
a feather
Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.
Day after day, I search.
I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.
But when all else has failed me,
When all others have turned away,
The legend is all that remains -
the last dim star glimmering in the twilight sky.
Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.
I fall.
And I fall and fall, and fall even more.
Gentle as a feather.
A dry quill, expressionless.
But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.
The hand of a beautiful lady.
I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.
The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.
Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.
"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.
There is no meaning.
There is no purpose.
And we seek only the impossible.
I am not your legend.
Your legend does not exist."
And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.
Act 1, third day
Hole in Wall
It couldn't have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of infinite choices.
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out.
And she, on the other side, was looking in.
Act 1, fourth day
Hole in wall 2
But she wasn't looking at me.
Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.
But my burned eyes can no longer see color.
Are there others in this room? Are they talking?
Or are they simply words on flat sheets of paper,
The sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?
The room begins to crinkle.
Closing in on me.
The air I breathe dissipates before it reaches my lungs.
I panic. There must be a way out.
It's right there. She's right there.
Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.
Act 2
Wheel.
A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.
Open Your Third Eye
I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't... I can't stop myself.
And suddenly all I see is red. Red blood. Red church. Red cathedral. Red satin. Red God. Red sky.
And the eye opens.
Act 3
Happy End.
Pen in hand, I find my strength.
The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love.
Together, let us dismantle this crumbling world
And write a novel of our own fantasies.
With a flick of his pen, the lost finds his way.
In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day.
After all,
Not all good times must come to an end.
Mo words
1. Pages
2. Book
3. Journal
4. Fantasy
5. Imagination
6. Words
7. Journey
8. Judgement
9. Landscape
10. Philosophy
11. Portrait
12. Intellectual
13. Analysis
14. Atone
15. Question
16. Time
17. Variance
18. Story
19. Novel
20. Tenacious
Dustfinger words
1. Fire
2. Adventure
3. Daydream
4. Match
5. Dancer
6. Summon
7. Fairy
8. Marten
9. Fireworks
10. Family
11. Home
12. Coward
13. Forgive
14. Friendship
15. Nature
16. Garden
17. Return
18. Scars
19. Unrequited
20. Secret
Basta words
1. Knife
2. Sharp
3. Edge
4. Neglect
5. Trust
6. Loyalty
7. Betrayal
8. Curse
9. Hex
10. Spell
11. Luck
12. Superstitious
13. Clairvoyant
14. Cat
15. Mint
16. Jacket
17. Anxiety
18. Tough
19. Blade
20. Dagger
+ Bonus!
Capricorn words
1. Shadow
2. Red
3. Cathedral
4. Master
5. Heart
6. Tyrant
7. Murder
8. Ashes
9. Memory
10. Crimson
11. Lust
12. Cage
13. Climax
14. Massacre
15. Wrath
16. Hate
17. Childhood
18. Father
19. King
20. Ink
Your Reality.
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand, write the way into his heart
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?
Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
When I can't even read my own feelings
What good are words when a smile says it all?
And if this world won't write me an ending
What will it take just for me to have it all?
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
How can I write love into reality?
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I'll leave you be.
CREDITS✒️
Doki Doki Literature Club! - Dan Salvato
Monika, Natsuki, Yuri, Sayori - Dan Salvato
Your Reality - Dan Salvato, Jillian Ashcraft
Poems “Ghost Under The Light”, “Because you”, “Wheel”, “Open Your Third Eye”, “Happy End”, “Dear Sunshine/Fire”, “Hole in wall”, “Hole in wall 2”, “The Lady who Knows Everything” - Doki Doki Literature Club!
Inkheart - Cornelia Funke
Capricorn, Mortimer Folchart, Basta, Dustfinger - Cornelia Funke
POEM CREDITS✒️
“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”
(Tyrant) - Robert Browning
“I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain”
(The Bell) - Emily Dickinson
“The Tenth Muse Lately sprung up in America” - Anne Bradstreet
“On First Looking into Chapman's Homer” - John Keats
“My love is like to ice, And I to Fire”
(And I to Fire) - Edmund Spenser
“Ashes denote that fire was”
(Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem)
- Emily Dickinson
“Knives” - user “Izzy” on hellopoetry.com
“Sharp” (short fragment from “knives”) - user “Rick Adams” on hellopoetry.com
@peppermintfreak @tintenherzundseele @a-pun-and-ten-dead
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imnobodyuknow · 10 months
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Or your papas, whichever suits the occasion.  😉
It only took forever, but here it is: “big reveal” number 59!
***Doki Doki Literature Club Spoilers Ahead!!!***
So, this drawing is a bit on the abstract side -- a simple scene with a deeper meaning than meets the eye (especially if you happen to be familiar with the game it’s made after).  What kind of scene, you ask?  Just a happy hypothetical scenario in which the cast of Doki Doki Literature Club get to meet their maker!
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Uh, no, not that one.  I’m talking about Dan Salvato, the game’s creator!  If we assume they all know who he is (which I realize implies that they all became self-aware somehow -- y’know, minor details), I imagined they’d be all too happy to meet him in the flesh!
Well, heh...  All but one.
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So, while I don’t actually know Dan Salvato or what he’d do if he could interact with his brainchildren this way, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of him showing up in their world to share some love with them.  (I know that’s what I’d do, anyway.  😊)  As you can see, three of them are enjoying his company, and Natsuki has even been moved to tears.
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This might seem a little out of character for her unless you consider these two words: Better dad.  Need I say more?
Monika, on the other hand, isn’t quite so thrilled to see him.
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Oh, and the protagonist is there, too, of course.  Let’s just pretend we’re looking at this scene from his point of view.  😏
Why the stark contrast in their reactions?  As you know if you’re familiar with the game’s story, these girls each have their own burden to bear, all of which are a lot heavier than you might think just by looking at them.  Monika’s burden, however, was of a somewhat different nature than the others -- she became aware of the game’s existence and her role in it, decided to use it to her advantage, and it blew up in her face.  She ended up coming to terms with it, but not without lashing out a bit at the player first, and it wouldn’t surprise me if she felt the same way toward the game’s creator.
With that in mind, I can imagine the other three girls forgiving good ol’ Dan for what he put them through (again, assuming they understand the whole situation now), but in Monika’s case, I doubt she’d be willing to forgive him quite so easily, if at all.  You may have noticed Sayori inviting her into their group hug:
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She’s essentially saying with her face, “Come on, Monika, just let it go!”  Monika’s response would likely be something like, “He puts me through an existential crisis, a lack of purpose, and a painful rejection, and you expect me to forgive him just like that?”
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Or maybe something simpler like, “It’s not that easy.”
One other thing I want to point out is how Dan is looking straight at her, ready to let her into the group whenever she’s prepared to.  He’s giving her the look of a loving father, in other words.  😊
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And now, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to take a look at this scenario from a Christian point of view (’cause that’s what I do 😉).
Suppose, hypothetically, your life had an author (either the God of the Bible or a different one, whichever you prefer) and you had a chance to meet them (either in a vision, a dream, after death, or something else -- again, whichever you prefer).  Knowing that they were responsible for everything that happened to you -- good and bad -- what would you say to them, if anything?  Would you be like Monika in this drawing, showing them bitterness (or flat-out hatred) for all the suffering you and your loved ones have had to go through in your life?  Would you be like Yuri, Natsuki, and Sayori, showing them gratitude for the good things you and your loved ones have experienced in your life, as well as the gift of life itself?  Or would you feel a mixture of the two and try to decide which attitude would be most appropriate?  Even as a die-hard Christian, I wouldn’t blame anyone for having trouble deciding what kind of tone they would take.
Anyway, while you’re pondering that question, here are the images I used for the characters.  For Natsuki and Yuri’s profiles, I used these:
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For the characters’ facial expressions, I used these:
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(I combined two different sprites for that one)
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For Sayori’s arm, I used Monika’s main menu sprite:
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For Dan Salvato, I used a photo of him from the DDLC wiki:
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Drawing that hairstyle was a challenge, but a fun one.  I’m a little disappointed with how ugly the color of his shorts turned out.  Sorry about that, Mr. Salvato!  😓
And finally, the setting is based on the residential area from the game:
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I just have to say, I long for the day when I can draw something with that level of detail.  That’s just nuts!  😳
Anyway, I hope this drawing sparked some deep, deep thoughts for you, or that it was enjoyable at the very least.  And if it turns out there is an Ultimate Being who crafted the world, life, and you...cut ‘em some slack.  You wouldn’t want to have their job, after all.  😐
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Doki Doki Literature Club! (2017)
Doki Doki Literature Club! is a 2017 freeware visual novel developed by American independent game studio Team Salvato for Microsoft Windows, macOS, and Linux. The game was initially distributed through itch.io, and later became available on Steam. Welcome to the Literature Club! It's always been a dream of mine to make something special out of the things I love. Now that you're a club member, you can help me make that dream come true in this cute game!
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very-uncorrect · 9 months
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I just listened to the DDLC+ OST and oh my god I'm obsessed
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daily-grump-moments · 2 years
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Day 9
another one of my favorites
rage
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