#Monika's Poem Prompts

[pri-rp]

Hey Monika, do you have any advice on how to write a good poem? I wanna give it a try one day

"Oh of course! It sounds like it's time for Monika's writing Tip of the day!" I laugh a little, I'm sure the anon and the rest of you get my reference.

"You've probably heard this for every craft and art under the sun, but genuinely? You just need to start. But, that's hardly advice, so let's go into perhaps where to start!"

"Now, you might not believe this, but it's taken practice for me to get here. my first poem i started to scrap before just venting. I'm a bit of a perfectionist you know. for starters, never destroy what you make. dont' smudge it out, don't rip it up, don't delete it. Even if you don't like it, you'll want to look back at where you started some day!"

"Now, the next thing is, what sort of poem do you want to write? You'll notice i lend to freeform, and it is a very fun and freeing style, but i honestly wouldn't reccomend with that. I'd start with specific poem types, so you can get a feel for how there's a rhythm in the words. If not a specific poem, set arhyme pattern for yourself. A-B-A-B is a common one. Once you begin to understand the basic structure, that's when you'll start experimenting. here's a little something using a rhyme pattern i threw together just for you! maybe you can tell me what it is?"

Do you know a name with injust fame? One that you know Stole someone else's glow? I do. It's as if to grow in someone else's field they sow Uncaring of the pain as long as they gain.

[defectivevillain]

at the whim of her narrative

pairing: Monika/Reader

reader's race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

summary:

Monika You chose me last.

You freeze for a moment, startled by the unexpected remark in lieu of a greeting. It takes you a few extra seconds to hit the enter key on your laptop and continue the dialogue.

word count: 4.8k | ao3 version | monika playlist

warnings: spoilers to Doki Doki Literature Club; canon-typical blood, violence, death, suicide, self-harm

You’re not quite sure what first draws you to Doki Doki Literature Club. You suppose it’s a combination of things: it’s a visual novel game; it’s free to download to your computer library; and it has earned great reviews since its release. You’re a bit late to the party, but better late than never, right? 

Furthermore, the game doesn’t take very long to download—nor does it take up too much storage. 

Within five minutes, you’re ready to start the game… and you find yourself staring at the main menu screen. You have to admit, you’re eager to discover what about this game earned it the “psychological horror” tag on Steam. From what you’ve seen of it so far, it looks like a harmless dating simulation game. Upon starting a new game, you have to enter your name into the name field and choose a save file. Before long, you’re inhabiting a character by your same name—a high schooler with a childhood friend in Sayori, the next door neighbor. Together, the two of you walk to school frequently—and today is no exception. 

Sayori manages to drag you to the Literature Club. From there, you meet Yuri, a soft-spoken girl with a knack for writing; Natsuki, an immature girl who enjoys reading manga; and Monika, the Literature Club president who you shared a class with last year. Somehow, you manage to get wrangled into the action—to the point where you’re now required to bring a poem to the club’s next meeting. Supposedly, you’ll share your writing with the others and develop your writing style. Despite your misgivings, you end up going along with it—and becoming the club’s fifth member. Upon the conclusion of the first meeting, Sayori and your character head back to your houses to prepare for school the next day. 

Your screen is then overtaken with a free-response section for the poem you’re supposed to bring. That’s… interesting. From what you had seen of the game in the trailer, this section was only a multiple-choice section—in which you tried to pick words that corresponded with the girl who you wanted to grow closer with. There was never any indication that you’d actually have to write something… and you find yourself strangely nervous. For reasons you can’t quite elucidate, you feel pressured to put genuine effort into your poem. 

None of the girls have very high expectations of you, which you suppose is to be expected. Your first introductions with them weren’t exactly your best—as your nerves prevented you from expressing yourself too strongly. When things reach the next day and you’re in the classroom once more, you have to choose who to show your poem to first: 

Yuri Monika Sayori Natsuki

You decide to show your poem to Sayori first. You suspect that she’ll go easy on you, and you’re right. She’s quick to praise you, encouraging you to keep practicing. Sayori’s own poem is a strange mix of happy and sad — “bittersweet,” she calls it. You enjoy reading it and tell her as much. After your conversation with her, you’re prompted to share your poem with the next member: 

Yuri Monika Natsuki

Yuri is next; you’re pretty nervous to show her your poem, since she’s quite the talented writer herself. You don’t want to embarrass yourself. Fortunately, it seems like you didn’t have anything to worry about—Yuri reacts rather positively to your writing, stating that it’s a wonderful first attempt. She gives you some tips on how to write like an experienced writer and you make sure to keep them in the back of your mind. 

Monika Natsuki

Natsuki’s next. She takes one look at your poem and scoffs, accusing you of not trying hard enough. Within a few moments, it’s clear that she doesn’t truly feel that way—and is instead putting on an uncaring front. Then you can’t help but laugh when you read her writing. She talks an awfully big game for someone whose writing is… well… rather straightforward. You certainly understand the appeal of her writing style, but it’s immensely clear to you that she’s projecting her insecurities onto everyone else. When you don’t immediately respond, Natsuki gets very defensive—and you spend the remainder of the conversation attempting to convince her that you liked her poem. 

That leaves Monika as the last member to share your poem with. You’re slowly but surely getting the hang of things, and each time you share your writing, it feels a little bit easier and less burdensome to be vulnerable. You know that it’s just a game, but sharing your writing in any form is still nerve-wracking. 

Monika You chose me last.

You freeze for a moment, startled by the unexpected remark in lieu of a greeting. It takes you a few extra seconds to hit the enter key on your laptop and continue the dialogue. 

You What? Monika  Nothing! [laughs] I think we’re all just a bit tired today. 

You blink and eventually decide to move past that remark, instead waiting for her response to your poem. For an unnerving amount of time, she’s entirely silent. You’re almost fooled into thinking the game crashed—and you’re about to turn it off and progress from your most recent save file when your screen shudders. 

Monika Don't!

You freeze, your cursor still hovering over the “Load” button. Monika’s dialogue almost seemed to be a direct response to your actions, as if she was able to somehow comprehend your intentions. You push aside the strange thought, putting it down to coincidence. Regardless, you’re a bit unnerved… and you decide to keep waiting for the character to respond. 

Monika Sorry, I forgot to speak! You probably thought… Haha. I was just so wrapped up in your poem! You What do you think? Monika What do I think? I think it’s wonderful.  You Really? Monika It’s quite magnificent, really.  Many people, when prompted to write a poem with no regulations, would only write a few lines. They wouldn’t take it seriously, or they’d get intimidated by the prospect. But you… you…  You took it seriously. And your word choice is really quite fitting. I like how you moved past standard depictions of grief, into the more nuanced emotions that a person can experience. 

…This game is more sophisticated than you thought. Monika’s segment must have some form of text recognition, for her character to be able to make specific comments like that. It’s kind of an interesting choice for the developers to only use that feature for her character—without including Sayori, Natsuki, or Yuri—but what do you know? Maybe it switches each day. You’re not sure. All you know is that Monika seems impressed with what you’ve written. And yes, you know that positivity is a programmed response… but it still feels nice. 

You And your poem?   Monika Ah, of course. I almost forgot! Here you go. 

You read the poem that appears on the screen. Entitled “Save Me,” it’s a rather immersive piece about… Well. You can’t presume to know what it’s about. But the language in it is strangely meta, with the title (“Save Me”) and the last line (“Load Me”) referring to the game itself. Your mind is kind of running in circles. Fortunately, your avatar is quick to respond. 

You Wow, Monika. This is… great.  Monika You think so? You Of course. May I ask what it’s about?  Monika Hm… I’d rather not say. It’s pretty personal. And plus, I don’t want to tell you how to interpret it. Everyone has their own unique perspective, and that’s part of what makes writing and reading such pleasurable activities! Wonderful. Now that we’ve shared our poems, I’ll leave you with some advice: Monika’s Writing Tip of the Day! If you’ve been writing for a while, try taking a quick break to get up and walk around. Stretch your legs, grab a snack, go to the bathroom, take a deep breath. Sometimes, you can even come back to your writing with additional insights.  Why don’t you take a moment and rest? I’ll still be right here, waiting for you!

You frown. Again, there’s that strange dialogue… It feels out of place. Why would the developers choose to put that there? Shaking your head, you ignore the comment and instead click through to the next bit of dialogue. To your surprise, it’s still Monika: 

Monika You didn’t get up to take a break. 

Your blood runs cold. Is there some sort of timer sequence? Did she—no, the game, you remind yourself—realize you reacted too fast to have taken a break? The thought is unsettling. You blink and suddenly the group is all together, discussing the upcoming school festival. You write that moment off as another of the game’s quirks, before continuing to play. 

You start to go through the motions: attending club meetings; writing poems and sharing them with the other members; getting to know each of them better. Things seem entirely relaxed—almost too much so—and you once again think about the genres Doki Doki Literature Club was listed under. Whatever horrors there are… you haven’t encountered them yet. You’ve been playing for at least an hour or two now—long enough to recognize that the characters all seem to be in love with your avatar (a typical occurrence for otome games). But, as you choose to spend time with each of the girls, you start to learn more about them. Sayori is a bit insecure, and she plasters a smile on her face even when she doesn’t feel happy; Yuri can get intense and obsessive; Natsuki pretends not to care, but she has a good heart and cares about her friends. And then… Monika. Despite how long you’ve been playing, you still haven’t learned the first thing about her. Your character can only interact with her during club meetings—and during those times, the others are monopolizing your attention. Virtually the only thing you know about her character is that she’s often the one interrupting tense moments between you and the other girls. 

This habit of Monika’s manifests multiple times; and on one specific occasion, when you’re speaking with Sayori and attempting to discern the cause of her strangely uncharacteristic behavior, Monika fully interrupts your conversation to speak to you alone. 

You Do you know what’s wrong with Sayori? She’s acting a bit strange.  Monika Is she? I didn’t really notice.  But you’ve known her for longer than I have; if anything, I should be the one asking you! You I’m a bit worried. I tried talking to her, but she brushed me off… She’s never done that before. She always tells me what’s bothering her.  Monika Always? You Except now.  Monika Maybe she can’t tell you… because it’s about you.  You …? Monika You really don’t get it? She’s upset because of you. 

The dialogue reads as strangely forceful, despite Monika’s easy going character. You raise a brow as you continue playing, secretly annoyed with the somewhat oblivious nature of your in-game character. Sayori’s feelings for you have been pretty obvious from the beginning, what with her jealousy of Yuri and her sudden withdrawn behavior whenever you speak to the others for too long. 

Monika I’ll talk to her.

You’re not sure why that makes you feel uneasy, but it does. The thought of a friend of yours suffering in silence like Sayori is enough to unnerve you. You have to actively remind yourself that it’s just a game. These characters are fictional. You soon focus on speaking with Yuri, as your avatar reads with her. After some time, Monika returns and declares that it’s time to exchange poems again. Before your in-game avatar can choose who to share your newest poem with, Sayori is rushing by in a blur. Your stomach lurches; what the hell would Monika have said to Sayori to make her react so strongly? You can only wonder, since the interaction occurred off-screen.

Your avatar is weirdly unaffected by Sayori’s departure; unfortunately, there’s no choice for you to go running after her, so you’re forced to continue playing as if nothing happened. You share your poem with Natsuki, Yuri, and Monika, respectively. After discussing everyone’s writing, Monika brings up the school festival and her idea to have everyone recite a poem. Yuri and Natsuki are skeptical about it; and without Sayori to calm everyone down, final judgment on the matter is deferred to you. It’s kind of funny how much agency this game awards you. If you weren’t playing as the main character, you’re certain your opinion wouldn’t quite matter. You push aside the thought. 

You I think we should do it. 

Yuri and Natsuki start to come around to the idea, especially once Monika gives them each a task to complete. Yuri is in charge of the decorations and atmosphere, while Natsuki will make cupcakes. Monika will work with Sayori to make pamphlets. And you? Well… you’re given the choice to join any of them for the weekend: 

Natsuki Monika Yuri […Sayori]

Your instinct is to join Sayori: after her abrupt departure, you’re pretty worried about her. You have no such luck, though. When you attempt to click on Sayori, Monika is reminding you that your friend has already agreed to work with her. It looks like you’ll have to choose someone else. 

You consider the options for a moment. 

Natsuki Monika [Yuri]

Yuri seems excited that you chose her. Natsuki looks annoyed, and before long, the two of them are fighting again. They have rather different personalities and writing styles, but you still don’t think that’s a justification for the venomous insults they’re hurling at each other. Natsuki goes so far as to accuse Yuri of self-harm; while Yuri furiously suggests that Natsuki should end her own life. 

Suddenly Monika appears as if she’s in front of the two girls, with the two of them fading into a monotone, blurred background as the screen’s focus centers on Monika. Her character glitches, her face being bisected for a brief second. She seems to be standing closer than before—and her eye contact is far more intense and scrutinizing. 

You blink and, in what must be a trick of the light, Monika blinks back. Fear instinctually prickles along your skin at the feeling of Monika’s intense scrutiny. You’re not sure how long this particular cut scene—if it can even be called that—lasts before the classroom is returning to its normal sunniness. Yuri and Natsuki are still annoyed with one another, but they don’t appear to be genuinely upset as you expect them to be. You click through the dialogue a few times and Monika somehow manages to return things to normal, wishing you and Yuri a good time with assembling the decorations. Then Yuri somewhat forcefully dismisses Monika, so that the two of you can exchange phone numbers and talk over your plans for the weekend. After some deliberation, the two of you decide to meet at your house—as Yuri seems uncomfortable with the idea of inviting you over to hers. 

The game soon progresses to the next day, when Yuri is supposed to visit. You can’t help but feel worried about Sayori. Fortunately, there’s an option to check on her before Yuri drops by—and you’re quick to take that opportunity. Sayori confesses that she has rather severe depression, which often makes it difficult for her to get up in the morning (and, as a result, late to school). She says she’s always enjoyed spending time with you; and that she’s grateful you joined the club. Even so… it doesn’t take much analysis to realize that she’s jealous of the other girls for the time they spend with you (or, more accurately, your avatar). 

You attempt to calm her down, but you’re not sure how well it works. Your characters hug for a while, before you eventually have to leave to meet up with Yuri at your house. Why the game doesn’t just let you stay with Sayori, you’re not entirely sure. You’re subject to the whims of the narrative, however—so you have no choice but to leave your suffering friend. 

Yuri is waiting for you; and the two of you spend the day getting the decorations prepared. You paint a banner with a calming gradient of colors; and the resulting sequence seems to be hinting at a romance between the two of you. Your character wipes the paint from Yuri’s face and the two of you seem to be leaning closer to one another, about to kiss, when the moment is broken and the tension dissolves. 

Things get even more tense, however, when you walk Yuri outside at the conclusion of the afternoon—only to find Sayori waiting for the two of you. From there, an exceedingly worrying conversation ensues between you and Sayori: 

You  Sayori. You weren't waiting for me, were you? Sayori No, no. I just… wanted to see it for myself.  You  See what?  Sayori Monika told me as much, but I didn’t want to believe it.  Sayori I’m happy for the two of you. You Sayori- Sayori I guess she was right. Maybe I should listen to her advice.  You Advice? Sayori, you’re starting to worry me… 

Sayori leaves before your character can get any more information from her. You take a shuddering breath in real life, unable to shake the uneasiness pervading your bones. Yes, this is all just a game. But the themes in it are still distressing. You can’t help but think about Sayori as your avatar returns home and goes to sleep. 

Soon, it’s the morning of the school festival. Your avatar waits outside to meet up with Sayori and head over to school; but after some time passes, Sayori never shows up. Concerned, you proceed through the game and check on the girl. The sequence is frighteningly similar to the day before, with you sneaking into her house and entering her room out of concern for her. Except, while you found her crying yesterday… Today you find her hanged. 

The screen glitches and shudders, spine-chilling music escaping your computer speakers and sending a chill down your spine. Sayori is dead. She hung herself. Your avatar’s conversation with her the day before is running through your head. What was it that Sayori said? “Monika was right. Maybe I should listen to her advice”?  She had murmured that to herself as you were attempting to calm her down. Was Monika involved in this? Did she… convince Sayori to do something like this? You don’t want to believe it, at first; but then the facts set in. Monika is the only character that you know virtually nothing about. The game has kept her an anomaly, an enigma. 

You’re starting to think she may play a bigger role in this than you first thought. Either that, or there is something very wrong with this school. The latter theory only seems to gain credibility when you meet Yuri at school, only to find her uncharacteristically twitchy, wide-eyed, and flustered. There’s a visible bead of sweat running down the side of her face and her hands keep fidgeting for something in her pocket. That’s right… She keeps a pocket knife, doesn’t she? Her character had revealed that to you when the two of you were preparing for the festival. 

Things only get stranger from there, as Yuri weaponizes a vacant stare and reveals that she is in love with your avatar. Her confession grows increasingly disturbing and horrifying, as she tells you she touched herself while reading your poem… with your character’s pen…  

Yuri  I want to rip you apart and put you back together. 

Your avatar is silent, evidently just as speechless as you are. This was barely foreshadowed earlier in the game, so it’s a pretty surprising twist. Before you can contemplate the implications of that statement, Yuri is continuing to speak. 

Yuri Will you accept my love? 

You make sure to save the game before making your choice. 

Yes.  [No.] 

Somehow, you get the feeling you’ll learn more if you deny her confession. After all, you haven’t forgotten about Sayori… And, furthermore, you suspect accepting her confession wouldn’t get you the true ending of the game. It would be anticlimactic. You wouldn’t get the answers you’re looking for. 

Yuri can’t seem to handle your rejection, as she quickly brandishes her knife and stabs herself in the stomach several times. Blood splatters across the screen and you instinctively flinch, the physical sensation of the spray hitting your skin feeling far too real. You’re staring at your computer screen in disbelief, entirely frozen and watching in horror as garbled text streams across the dialogue box. You click and click and click, but the dialogue is never-ending—as if your avatar is stuck in place, staring down at Yuri’s bloodied corpse. Even hitting the “Skip” button to speed up the dialogue doesn’t work. Light passes and fades across Yuri’s face, the only sign that any time is passing within the game. 

Finally, there’s a familiar, unexpected voice. 

Monika Oh. You’re still here.  …That scared you, didn’t it? I should probably clean things up… 

You don’t get to wonder just what that means, before there’s a window showing up on the top left of your computer screen. You blink at it warily. 

Monika There. Much better!

You stare at your screen incredulously. Did she just…? There’s no way. She’s just a character in the game—there’s no way she’s aware of the world outside it, let alone able to access the files on your computer and delete them. You must’ve pressed a button accidentally, triggering the action unintentionally. 

Monika This feels a little too impersonal. And I would love to hear your voice… see your face…  You’ve been hiding behind that screen, after all.

A jolt of fear runs up your spine and you instinctively move to close out the program. Somehow, the action doesn’t succeed—no matter how many times you click “Quit” or attempt to close the window, nothing works. 

Monika [sighs] That’s not going to work, you know. 

Your heart is racing now. Maybe this is just a glitch, though. You head over to the “Load Game” option and, to your relief, it sends you to the array of save files you have stored. Except… they’re all empty. Every single one of them. You clearly remember saving before making important decisions in the game… yet now, every single file is gone. It’s as if someone just entirely eradicated the narrative and bent it to their own whims. 

Monika Now. Let’s talk, face-to-face!

You place a hand on the top of your laptop screen and move to close it. Before you can completely shut it, however, there’s a hand latching onto your wrist with deceptive strength—yanking you forward. Your entire body feels as if it’s being compressed into nothingness, then stretched out once more. You close your eyes as your vision spirals and blurs; and it feels like a lifetime before your ears stop ringing. Finally, after some time, you can take a calm breath. Hesitantly, you open your eyes… only to find yourself staring at Monika.

The space around you is drenched in warm light; the two windows in front of you show a sky oscillating between roaring flames and calm midnight. Monika sits before you, her hands clasped and resting under her chin. She looks the same as she did through the screen, but there’s an undeniable vitality to her—her hair has visible texture, her eyes rove about your face. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence as you attempt to get your bearings. Then, Monika speaks. “Hello!” she greets you brightly. “It’s good to finally meet you.” 

Your tongue is locked to the roof of your mouth, as you try to comprehend just what new reality you find yourself in. How in the hell is this happening? Are you dreaming? A solid pinch to your arm confirms that you aren’t. Besides, you don’t think your imagination is even strong enough to manifest the hungry expression on Monika’s face as she looks at you. Her green eyes bore into you, rendering you speechless. There’s no way she pulled you into the game… right? Surely not. That’s not physically possible. (Or, at least, it shouldn’t be.)

“I was wondering what you really looked like,” Monika continues, unbothered by your silence. She’s staring at you with adoration gleaming in your eyes. It feels horribly misplaced. “This is a pleasant surprise. Your avatar really can’t compare.” 

Your throat is burning. It’s extremely difficult to get the words out. “...What did you do?” you say somewhat hoarsely. Everything around you feels all too real: the chair you’re sitting on; the desk between the two of you; the weight of Monika’s gaze; the ebbing and flowing flames in the sky. 

Monika only smiles. “You may have to be a bit more specific,” she suggests.  

You take a slow breath, attempting to find some semblance of composure. “How am I here?”

“I brought you here,” Monika responds easily. Indeed, she did. Her hand had latched around your wrist with startling strength, her fingernails digging into your skin with vigor as she pulled you in and didn’t let go. You glance down at your wrist to find fading crescent-shaped marks circling your skin. 

“And Natsuki, Sayori, and Yuri…?” you ask, despite feeling as if you already know the answer. Maybe you’re just hoping for a different one—an easier one. 

“I’m sorry you had to see all of that unfold,” Monika says, a sympathetic smile on her face as she clasps her hands and regards you. “They were getting rather bothersome… But no matter! They’re finally out of the way now.” Out of the way. At your apprehensive look, Monika elaborates. “I deleted them,” she says with an unshakeable finality. 

“They’re… gone?” you choke out. That can’t be possible; that shouldn’t be possible. How would Monika be able to exert control over the programming of the game? You think back to how enigmatic Monika seemed before and shake your head in disbelief, wishing you had just taken a moment to think things through. It’s all staring you in the face now: Monika’s convenient interruptions whenever you spoke to one of the other girls; her conversation with Sayori, days before her death; her constant, unassuming presence. She had been puppeting things from behind the scenes from the very beginning. 

“It’s just you and me now,” Monika states, her voice eerily void of any distress at her friends’ deaths. “There are no more distractions, no more obstacles.”  

She stares at you for a long moment, before breaking the distance between you and placing her hand over yours. It’s almost frightening how seamless the motion is—how her fingers interlace with yours, as if they were always meant to be there. Her hand slips from yours moments later, before she takes yours and investigates it—her fingers running up your palm, down your wrist. Monika’s nails trace the marks they made with reverence. 

“You’re...” Monika breaks off, uncharacteristically lost for words. There’s something akin to wonder in her voice. The smile across her lips is sharp and dangerous. “You feel real.” 

She leans closer and her hands rise to bracket your face. Her thumbs explore your skin, running along your cheekbones. Then they run down, down, down to the very corner of your lip. Your heart is roaring in your ears as she wipes at the spot concentratedly. “You have her blood on your face,” Monika notes, distaste and something darker fighting for prominence in her voice. The remark is an unpleasant reminder of the horrors you witnessed mere moments ago. She wipes it away with a gentle touch. 

Then, as if sensing your spiraling thoughts, Monika gets to her feet and looks at you expectantly. “Let’s go,” she says. It’s clear she’s tired of explanations. 

“...Where?” you choke out. Your ears are still ringing. Your hands are shaking and your heart feels as if it’s about to crawl up your throat. Nothing feels right. How did you get here? How will you get home? …Are you even able to get home, or are you trapped here? All these questions and more race through your mind, refusing to give you even a hint of tranquility. 

“Anywhere,” Monika answers your first question. You think her eyes may be glittering. There’s a serenity in the way she’s handling herself, as if she’s now at peace with her surroundings and her existence here. “Nowhere. This world is ours now.” You have no choice but to take her outstretched hand, allowing her to pull you to her feet and lead you through the world she built for the two of you.

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(Not four hearts, Monika & Natsuki, coming out, fluff, fantasies,)

(Although this is not four hearts au and I will be characterizing the dokis differently, mainly Monika, I will still be using elements I made up for four hearts such as Monika being raised by her Aunt Willow, Yuri being trans or Natsuki's father being locked away.)

Natsuki had struggled with her sexuality for a very long time, the thoughts she dealt with regarding girls had always confused her deeply for as long as she could remember. But somewhere around the beginning of high school she had come to terms with the fact that she was at least bi. That was a while ago at this point, she would be graduating next year and was fully aware that she was a lesbian, she hadn't come out to anyone of course for fear of judgment or word making it's way to her father. But now that he had been incarcerated for his abuse and she knew of her mom's feelings towards queer people being far more relaxed from conversations about politics and news she overheard, that fear was far lesser.

Today would be the day that she would release this constantly building pressure that she was lying about herself. She was going to come out, only to her closest friends, those she trusted most to test the waters, the literature club. Her thoughts were interrupted by a single clap of hands.

"Okay everyone! I'd like to start us off with a book recommendation, something I've been enjoying personally-"

Monika began her opening statement to the literature club, it was no longer held at school due to them never finding their fifth member to make it an official club. That didn't stop Monika's determination, she simply moved the club meetings to her back porch. Natsuki listened intently as the others shared their poems, running what she would say through her mind. And when her turn came Monika turned to her, "Natsuki?" She prompted, She took a long breath to still her nerves before she responded. "I actually don't have a poem to share, but I do have something to say from the heart if it's all the same to you guys." Monika cocked an eyebrow but nodded and moved aside so Natsuki could take her place.

"Ooooo!"

Sayori cooed with interest as Natsuki got up. She looked nervously at the small crowd, Monika, who had taken her seat, smiled wide as she stared forward with full attention. Sayori fidgeted impatiently with her hands and Yuri watched with a similar intensity as Monika while she twirled a strand of her hair through two fingers. "I want to start by saying how much I care about you all." She could already feel her face growing hot, she was far from used to showing her feelings openly, she was still more comfortable channeling it all into bugging her friends or getting on people's nerves to express her affection. "The uh, the last year or so has been the best of my life, knowing you all has made me very happy and I am very grateful. I hope this doesn't ruin everything or change how you look at me."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes tight, "I like girls. I'm a lesbian." The following moments felt like hours before she flinched at the feeling of arms wrapping around her, when she opened her eyes she was looking out at Yuri and Monika over Sayori's shoulder. "That doesn't change a thing Nat. We love you no matter what." Sayori said as she squeezed her friend tight. Natsuki raised her arms and returned the hug, she let her eyes close again, the words rang in her ears and made tears try to well up. "Are you sure..?" She asked, and Yuri's voice responded,

"You are always safe with us, if you ever, uh, need someone to talk to who understands queerness I'm always here."

Her voice was far stronger than usual, determined to be reassuring. "The literature club is a safe place." Monika added, "You've been my best friend since we were little. I'd never drop you over something like that." Sayori dripped the final drop into the river that broke the dam. Natsuki squeezed her friend tight as the tears flowed, repeating "Thank you" between gasps.

When she had calmed down and Sayori released her she spoke again, "I appreciate you all." She said as she wiped her eyes on her sleeve, Monika placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "I'm proud of you. That took a lot of courage." Natsuki smiled as she took her seat next to Sayori. "Okay everyone," Monika started again. "I'd say that meeting went well! Since emotions are running high I'm sure, I think we should end it a little early, feel free to stick around to do any homework for tomorrow, my home is your home!" And with a smile and a wave she retreated through the screen door and inside. Sayori turned to Natsuki and cleared her throat, "So, you don't gotta tell if you don't wanna, but can I ask how long you've known?"

"No it's okay, I've known the labels since I was like twelve but I've known women activate my monkey brain pretty much forever." She responded, Sayori laughed despite trying not to, "Monkey brain." She mumbled between laughs, Natsuki smirked at the reaction. After about an hour Natsuki had finished her homework and helped Sayori with some of hers, Monika had come back out a few times to offer lemonade or snacks or just talk. As Natsuki left with a wave to her friends she was happy, her friends accepting her made her think that maybe things would be okay. The walk from Monika's house to hers was long but she made it just before sundown. As she unlocked the door she let her backpack fall slack off her shoulders, she set it down inside and took her shoes off, "Mama! Are you up?" She called out to no answer, she sighed through her nose and unbuttoned her school blazer as she walked to her room.

After she had gotten changed into her night clothes and brushed her teeth she flopped down on her bed, cringing at the loud creaking. This had been a good day, she closed her eyes and ran through it in her mind, 'I'm proud of you, that took a lot of courage.' Monika's words hung repeating in her mind, they made her stomach drop, why was it doing that? Her thoughts wandered to her friend's face in that moment, she was pretty, Natsuki already knew that, she'd always thought Monika had a pleasant lip shape and her freckles, light and hardly noticeable as they were, complimented her eyes. But in this moment she wasn't seeing the Monika in her mind as pretty, she wasn't beautiful. Stop. Why was she thinking this, she'd never thought about Monika this way, she'd thought about the club president's body once or twice, she was conventionally attractive. But never like this.

This was not okay, she tossed and turned as her mind ran wild. Monika was the top of the food chain, she was one of the smartest and most popular girls in school, far out of Natsuki's league, she couldn't think about her like this. But she always put so much effort to connect with her, she played her piano when she was not confident in her skills yet, she read a few mangas every month so they could have common ground to talk about at the club. Natsuki felt her face getting hot. "Oh god.." She whispered to herself.

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[the-grand-av3]

you guys should play doki doki literature club it is a very normal game

(Om is coming to realise, while writing, this shit only makes sense if you know the plot of ddlc)

(So i will give you a basic run-down if you don't know)

(It’s below the cut)

Ok

oh yes very normal game

al i think you'd like it

Would I? It seems very...

Girlish.

Ooh~ Let me play~

no not you they're teenagers we dont need that scandal

You know how difficult it is to write a ukelele apology nowadays

:(

play it you two ill watch

Spoilers for ddlc below

OKAY so basically ddlc is this psychological horror that takes on the initial form of a high school dating game. You meet four different girls. Sayori, aloof, cooky (Your first friend, neighbour), Natsuki, sweet, cutesy (A really stand-offish girl), Yuri, deep, brooding (Bookworm who is introverted and depressed), and Monika, brains, beauty (A seemingly normal girl, smart, the club leader of the literature club).

You, as the only male in the club, write poems by choosing words when prompted. This will guide you towards the dating path of one of the girls, resulting in different dialogue, scenes, and prompts. There's also a school fair coming up that the group is preparing for. You notice that Sayori is getting awfully distant with you, and soon you find that she's depressed, in love with you. You have the choice to either turn the confession down (when she does eventually tell you) or accept it.

Either way she hangs herself. The game glitches out and restarts, from the very beginning, this time, Sayori seemingly having been deleted. You notice that Yuri is acting more obsessive towards you, and Natsuki less angry. The latter confides in you that Yuri is acting weird to you, but the game glitches and "Natsuki" tell you not to worry about it. Yuri then stabs herself three days before the school fair.

When Natsuki and Monika discover Yuri's body, Natsuki goes to throw up and Monika seems eerily calm abt it. Shocker she actually is altering the game code to force herself to be the only option for you to pick. She's aware she is a game, but loves you regardless. The only way to beat the game is to delete her file from the game coding. Then the game will restart without Monika.

Okay.. so. This is the game its like a click and read i think

Mhm.

So should we make decisions together or do you wanna play by yourself

We should alternate between who gets to pick.

Okay uhh let me put in a name... Voxal... okay lets play

I don't like Sayori.

Shes such a cutie patootie why not

Annoying.

you are NOT gonna like the other characters then

Why?

I see why now.

OH SHIT NATSUKI AND YURI ARE FIGHTING

Whose side do we pick?

I like Natsuki

But I prefer Yuri.

It's my turn to choose

This could alter the entire game think about it properly.

I PICK NATSUKI

"I gently open the door".. okay bud sure you’re an asshole

Who turns a girl down like that? Who SCREAMS in response to that?

OH

OH?

OH MY GOD

THE SCREEN'S GLITCHING

womp womp wommpppp

THE GAME CRASHED

OH MY.

shes just like me

Wait so Sayori isn't a thing anymore

No, I don't think so.

Man thats wild

Wasn't expecting that.

Uhh, Yuri is acting weird.

She is

thats funky i wonder why

Oh she's stabbed herself.

Ouch.

What language is this wingding

Natsuki hi

It wasn't us. She was like that when we got here.

Oh there she goes

Throwing up

Hello Monika

OH?

OH SHE JUST DELETED NATSUKI

crazy

NO THE CUPCAKES SHE MADE

That's what you're worried about?

Can we use reverse psychology and delete HER file?

Lemme try

Oh shes tweaking

Wah wah. Restart the game.

Hello Sayori! You are now tolerable.

Hiiii :D

that hi was so zesty

Oh?

OH SHE KNOWS??

NEXT MONIKA??

JUST SAYORI?

[brownhairedbookworm]

💀?

"Monika~!" The brunette turns toward the source of the shout. Sayori's arrived at the club, lovely! She always knows how to brighten up a room.

Monika waves to her pinkly-haired friend. "Welcome to today's meeting, Sayori! You're doing good at getting here on time, lately. Are Natsuki's cupcakes motivating you that well?"

Sayori giggles. "Those are nice, but... [̷͇͌̑̃̈́͋̄̏̆̌͊̑R̸̨̧̧̠̺͈̯̟̽̆̐̇Ẽ̴̜͔̘̟̰͈̠̆͒̓̾D̴̨̡̛̺̻̱͇͂̉̾͝A̸͍̼̟̰̯̫͈̓̓́̚͜͝ͅÇ̵̡̛͚͇̞͖̜̺̎͂̿͛̆͌͛̂́̿T̵̯̦̠̎̌̿̔͛́̌̽̿̌E̴̡̛̘͖̜͈͙̦͚͗̍͑̐̑̅͑̓͜͝D̵̨̡̤̙̥̗̦̫͔̦̈͆̇̅͝͝͝]̴̠̬̥͔͓̿ is helping, too. When he's here, I feel like sharing my soul, you know?" The girl puts her hands firmly on her blushing cheeks. "Mmmmph... Monika, I think I wanna ask him out... Do you, um, do you think I should?"

The newest member of the club, of course. He does seem to be charming the other members, Monika included. She should be supportive, and let Sayori have her dibs, she's the first to say anything... But if Sayori was gone, she'd have more time to prepare herself and offer her heart to him. She hums thoughtfully, nodding at Sayori. "I think you should write him a poem, about it! After all, we're working with the poetry theme, this month! Go take a seat and get started. I'll wrap up my work, here, and come over to help."

"Thank you so much, Moni~! You're the best." Sayori hugs her club president and hurries off to her desk to start writing.

Monika's eyes glow in the afternoon shadows, as she looks at Sayori with her second sight. The strings of the universe, in the language of angels... A prompt appears before her.

Delete sayori.chr? Yes No

Sneering to herself, she strikes the option for yes with a cold-blooded finger. With Sayori gone, she can focus on her own attempts at romancing the new boy for just that little bit longer. Then she can put her back and everything will be fine.

Monika watches as the world flashes and distorts, as it asserts the power of her command over reality. Every trace of Sayori disappears not only from the classroom, but the universe.

It will only be some weeks before she realizes how permanent a deletion is intended to be...

[snowywrites]

Natsuki x comedic!reader

summary: this was a request from someone on quotev, reader is gender neutral!

word count: 3k

You set your bag down next to your usual chair in the Literature Club room before taking a seat in one of the desk chairs. Stretching your arms up high over your head, you suppress a yawn; being stuck in school for an extra hour or so wasn't all that bad, considering you got to see your friends whom you didn't really share any classes with.

"Ugh. You're never the first one here."

A familiar irritated voice catches your attention, and you turn around in your chair to grin at the one and only Natsuki. Your expression brightens even more when you notice what she's carrying.

"Aww! Are those for us?" You coo, rising quickly from your chair to hurry over to the short pink-haired girl standing by the entrance to the room, examining the tray of muffins in her hands.

Immediately Natsuki recoils away from you, reminding you so much of a stray cat who never received enough love in their life. The thought makes you snort to yourself as she even straight up hisses, "Wh- these aren't for- I mean- they're for the club! But they aren't for, like, you and me!"

You listen to her fierce but confusing denial politely, your smile softening but never completely disappearing. She could get so riled up sometimes over the tiniest things.

Natsuki's blush is apparent, and you're highly tempted to make some sort of joking comment comparing her to something, when she suddenly backs up too far and collides with the doorframe of the classroom behind her. She squeaks, the tray suddenly seeming very shaky in her hands as she struggles to regain her balance to keep herself from toppling to the floor.

Not missing a beat, you reach out to catch the tray just as it slips from her hands, only narrowly managing to avoid watching the muffins spill all over the place.

Feeling pretty proud of yourself for that nice save, you hold the tray up triumphantly with one hand, showing off just a little bit as you smirk at Natsuki. "Well, what do you think? Have I earned the right to have at least one of these most-delightfully-baked-goods?"

She's fumbling for a response, ego most definitely wounded.

You lower the tray again, adding teasingly, "Alas, if you can't spare even one little muffin, I suppose we could work out some kind of arrangement?" You pause and hum, tapping your chin thoughtfully with one finger from your free hand, pretending to think for a moment. "How's about, say, three years of your devoted friendship? That about equals the rescued lives of- onetwothreefourfiveand... six muffins, wouldn't you agree?" You say, making a small show out of counting them.

Natsuki glares at you with scorching magenta eyes, stuttering over her words so much ('don't compare her to Yuri even as a joke, she will kill us right here and now, Y/N.') that you start to worry if maybe you've gone too far in teasing her today- not everyone appreciates your jokes, but you usually got the impression that Natsuki actually kind of liked them... even if she acted like she didn't. Normally, you could literally see her trying her best to fight back a giggle, but this time she seemed more sensitive for whatever reason.

"Ah, Natsuki-"

Whatever half-assed attempt at an awkward apology you were about to come up with was interrupted, of course, by your ever-excitable mutual friend Sayori launching herself into the classroom with all the unrestrained joy of an elementary schooler, exclaiming, "Y/N! You're never here this early- and you brought snacks??"

Sayori leans too close into your personal space to inspect the muffins before deciding, "Wait, no- these look too good to be yours, I bet Natsuki-" She glances over her shoulder to see the baker in question and exclaims, "So you did make them! Hey, thanks!"

Natsuki, still attempting to recover from her previous flustered state, huffs, refusing to look at either of you two. "Y-Yeah, it's no big deal..."

Sayori is already reaching over to snag one of the muffins; you have no doubt in mind that she was the reason Natsuki made six treats instead of five.

You try to catch Natsuki's eye so you could feign some good ol' exaggerated exasperation with the way Sayori ate like such a child, and how tactless she could be, but the short girl was doing her absolute best to continue ignoring your entire presence.

Yikes, maybe you actually had seriously offended her... or maybe it was just something else entirely that had upset her so much...?

Before you had the chance to really think too much about what could be bothering Natsuki, the other members of the Literature Club arrived for the usual after school meeting, first Yuri and then shortly after Monika, both apologizing for being tardy even though they weren't that late at all.

"Oh, Natsuki brought snacks?" Inquires Monika as she notices the muffin tray you had set down on a desk a couple of minutes ago. "Let's all have them before we do any reading or discussions today."

Sayori beams at the club president's words, having already polished off her first muffin and now eager for yet another. You didn't blame her, Natsuki was a great baker, but sheesh, with the way Sayori had inhaled it, you wondered if she even tasted it at all.

You try yet again to send Natsuki a warm smile in the hopes of cheering her up somehow, but she was still steadfastly pretending you didn't exist, apparently, and so your efforts were futile.

Resigned to your fate, you help Monika push some of the desks together to form a makeshift table that everyone settled down at, each club member taking a muffin for themselves and starting to dig in.

"No complaints, Sayori?" You hum after the first bite when you realize what the flavor of these particular muffins is.

Your energetic friend is probably eating too quickly to really notice, as you originally suspected, and she simply blinks at you, confused.

"What do you mean 'complaints'?" Natsuki pipes up sharply, though her voice is wavering which makes you think she actually cares quite a lot about what others- maybe even you in particular- think of her baking prowess.

You shake your head defensively, chuckling a little. "Don't shoot, don't shoot! It's just, they're blueberry. Sayori can be such a kid sometimes, so I-"

"Do you not like them?" Natsuki snaps, making you wish, not for the first time, that you could finish a sentence around these girls.

"Ah- nono, I do! It's really good! I just was- uhm-" You struggle to find the right words to defend yourself under her heated glare. Why was Natsuki taking everything you said so personally today?

"Y/N was only joking," Monika, bless her soul, steps in calmly with the patience of a saint to try and smooth out the situation before it was given the chance to escalate any further. "You know how they can be."

Wow, okay, ouch.

You dramatically place a hand over your heart. "Why, Monika! You wound me." And honestly, there was a teensy bit of truth buried and hidden underneath your dumb joke. Just because you liked to cover up any feelings of discontentment in an effort to find the tiniest semblance of humor in just about any scene of life didn't mean you went around purposely hurting the feelings of those around you. Or... did you? Shoot, now you weren't sure anymore.

Sayori laughs out loud at your over the top display, and you notice even Yuri is trying to hide a smile behind her muffin, her violet eyes almost unnerving with the way they follow your every movement.

But you aren't really paying attention to any of them at the moment, so much so that you don't even process Monika's reply. Your focus is purely on Natsuki.

She's not glaring directly at you anymore, but down at her hands which are clasped together in her lap.

You clear your throat; being serious wasn't your thing, but you still wanted to give it a try- for her. Softly, in the hopes of not letting the rest of the girl's overhear your words, you begin, "Natsuki, I..."

"It is strange, though." Yet again you are interrupted! If it had been Sayori, you would have been openly frustrated with her, but this time it's Yuri's shy self who has at last decided to share something of her thoughts with the group.

A beat of silence. “What’s strange?” Monika prompts when Yuri doesn’t continue her train of thought.

The violet-haired girl jolts a little, as if she hadn’t realized she’d spoken out loud. “Ah- just that- uhm- I was just thinking… Natsuki usually bakes cupcakes for us instead of muffins,” she explains timidly.

Huh. Weird observation, but Yuri kinda had a point.

Natsuki stiffens, sending a scowl in Yuri’s direction. “You don’t have to psychoanalyze literally everything, y’know. Life isn’t always like one of your dumb novels where you have to make up deeper meanings for when one doesn’t exist.”

You exchange a swift glance with Monika- lately, you and the club president had sort of been tag teaming helping each other lately to diffuse conflict within the Literature Club. Most often, the offenders were the same as the ones now: Natsuki and Yuri. Monika’s method of smoothing over issues was calmly and kindly, whereas you tended to take a more comedic route where angry grumbles could dissolve into grudging laughter.

Since it was technically your turn to step in and try to solve some conflict before either girl burst into tears, you interject with the first set-up for a joke that pops into your head.

“Heh, careful, Natsuki. I think you might give Yuri a new idea for one of her poems.” You face the taller girl as you continue, “Here, I’ll help you with the topic- ‘muffins- are they just ugly cupcakes?’ Yeah, just throw in some fancy language and stuff and-“

You can tell by everyone’s expressions that you’ve made a misstep somewhere here in your delivery, but then Yuri reaches up with one hand as she tries to mask her smile, and you’re intensely relieved you didn’t hurt her feelings.

Somehow, though, it seemed someone else was hurt.

Natsuki stood up abruptly from her chair, the sound of it’s metal legs grating on the floor causing you to wince. “Can you be serious for once?”

She doesn’t wait for your response, just turns on her heel to grab her cute pink backpack and then stalk out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Sheesh, what did I say….?” You sigh heavily, combing a hand through your hair. You were so frustrated with both yourself and Natsuki.

Sayori gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, already standing up to go check on Natsuki, but Monika’s timelessly intelligent emerald gaze was fixed on you with a thoughtfulness that seemed beyond her years, and it did not move away from you when she spoke to Sayori. “No, let’s have Y/N go and talk things out with her.”

You cringe. “Won’t that just make things worse?” You worry, shaking your head. “I mean, call me crazy, but I don’t think I’ll be getting an award for being her favorite person anytime soon, Monika…”

A faint smile crosses Monika’s face. “Mm, I think you’d be surprised. Just go and talk with her, and please hurry before you miss her. I’d hate to lose a club member, especially one as talented as Natsuki.”

You stand up, a bit alarmed by the assumption your club president was making here. What, just because of one little spat it was presumed Natsuki would quit the Literature Club altogether? That would never happen!

….Would it?

You weren’t keen on taking your chances of finding out, so you hastily made your exit from the classroom, looking around the school halls and seeing just a flash of pink disappear around the corner to your right.

You hurry after Natsuki, glancing around uncertainly- you were pretty sure you weren’t allowed to roam the halls like this after classes were over, even if you were in a club. Plus, it seemed like Natsuki wasn’t actually leaving the school building at all, she was heading for the roof.

You don’t call her name for fear of being reprimanded by some annoying teacher or other staff, so you kept quiet as you trailed after your friend up some flights of stairs; if she was aware of your presence, she said nothing- you were mostly sure that she would’ve snapped at you to go away if she had noticed you.

At last you make it to the door that went out to the roof of the school building, which had just closed behind Natsuki. Tentatively, you push it open as quietly as possible and take a small peek outside to survey the situation.

Natsuki is sitting on a small bench with her back still to you, her attention apparently fixed on the horizon.

“Wow, they have benches up here?” You ask, finally making your presence known as you step out onto the roof and allow the door to drift shut behind you.

Natsuki starts, glancing back over her shoulder to see you, and her eyes narrow when you offer her a hesitant smile. “If you’re here to apologize, you can just leave.” Her voice is sharp, but you can sense that she sounds almost, defeated in a way.

You shrug, wandering over to sit down next to her, looking towards the sky. “Good thing I wasn’t planning on apologizing, then.”

She huffs, purposely scooting away from you so that she was right on the edge of the bench. “Look, what makes you think I want your company?”

“I dunno. Maybe I just wanted to explain what I meant for my own sake. My reputation and all that?”

She purses her lips together. “Go ahead then,” she mutters wearily.

“I never mean to offend you or anybody else with my jokes. I just kinda, joke around a lot, it’s not something I ever even think about doing, it just happens.” You pause, sighing dramatically as if the weight of the world has been taken off of your shoulders. “Boy, it’s been so long since I’ve held onto that secret. “So… now it’s your turn.”

At last the pink-haired girl looks at you, mildly confused. “My turn to do what?”

“Share a secret,” you clarify playfully.

Natsuki immediately shakes her head, a brilliant blush painting her cheeks. “Wh- never!”

You laugh. “Okay, alright, point taken. How about this then: how was your day?”

Natsuki calms down somewhat, apparently actually considering your question. You realize she seems… sad, somehow. “It was… whatever.”

“Did you bake the muffins this morning or-?” You ask idly.

“No, last night.” She pauses, glancing away again to stare at the sky, and you got the sense she was somewhere else in her memories, not fully present with you on this school roof now. “I was… going to decorate them this morning, but then I just. Had to leave.”

“Ah, so you’re one of those tardy students, aren’t you?” You tease as gently as possible.

She exhales in a long, frustrated breath. “For your information, I got to school a few hours early actually.”

You have very few puzzle pieces of this mystery to try and fit together, and you wish she’d stop being so- mysterious about this whole thing. You hadn’t noticed before today, but you knew very little about Natsuki, aside from the facts that she liked manga (probably anime too), baking, writing, the color pink, cute things… you didn’t know anything at all about her home life. You’re tempted to ask just why she was so early, why she couldn’t decorate the muffins, but just as you’re trying to work up the courage and the right words, she saves you the trouble.

“My father…” She trails off, sounding uncharacteristically insecure for once, and her eyes seem too-bright, as if shining with unshed tears. She’s being very vulnerable with you right now, and you’re intensely worried you’re going to mess it up with her somehow, so you keep quiet and wait for her to continue. “He…”

Her voice catches in her throat, not allowing her to continue.

Instantly you lean closer to rest your hand on her hand, causing her to flinch in shock at the unexpected touch.

She gives you a look like she wants to be angry, but at the same time, she’s not pulling away from you.

You really, really don’t want to see her cry. Not Natsuki, the strong-willed, determined, fierce Natsuki. You’re unsure how to comfort people, so you go with what you know best.

In a perfectly serious tone and a straight-faced expression, you say, “Do you want me to beat him up for you?”

For a second, you’re about 80% sure she’s going to slap you right in the face.

But instead, something miraculous happens.

Natsuki giggles, and as she does so, tears streak down her cheeks.

“Oh God- I didn’t mean to-!”

“No, no!” She cuts you off, tugging her hand away from yours and swiping at her face to try and wipe the moisture from her eyes, a smile still tugging at her lips. “You’re- you’re fine- I mean! Not you, I meant that, it’s fine. Really, it’s fine…” She pauses, and you think this is the first time Natsuki has ever gazed at you with such softness.

Have you really made her feel better? You’re pretty proud of yourself for that one. You would like to tell her that she can talk to you about anything anytime, or that maybe she can hang out at your house whenever she can’t stand being at hers, but she speaks before you can.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Your jokes are terrible.”

You tilt your head to the side in confusion. Despite the insult, you can definitely hear the smile in her voice.

[monikax3]

// Intro Post/Notes about this blog

1. This is primarily a blog for the Clutter Dimension. If you don’t know what that is, it’s basically a community for mainly Steven Universe shitpost roleplay that evolved into many fandoms, though still set mostly in Beach City. I can explain in further detail if you are interested in learning more.

2. That being said, I am open to other interaction outside of the Clutter Dimension. Please send me an ask or message first if you would like to do a thread or have interactions that are outside of the main “verse”. I am most open to interaction set in the game’s universe, but I am willing to discuss other alternate universes and canon divergences. There is a little more information on this page: https://monikax3.tumblr.com/verses

3. Monika is self aware on this blog. In the Clutter Dimension, this applies to things like occasionally reading tags, sending asks or curses, and reading other blogs, though not often. As with any curse or magic anon, you are free to ignore them or have them not apply, especially if it was sent in character.

4. I attempt to organize posts by tags. Commonly, you will see “#ask list” for posts that contain lists of questions to send, “#m!a list” for posts that contain lists of curses or magic anons, “#starter list” for posts that contain lists of sentence starters or situations to prompt threads, and “#ask prompt” for posts that prompt for something to be sent through the ask box either as a starter or magic anon, but are not part of a list. I also use “#motivational post” for in-character posts that are meant to be encouraging and “#meme” for joke posts and shitposts. “#mod post” is for out of character posts, like this, and I also have tags for each muse I interact with. I occasionally write poems for this blog, which are tagged as “#poem”. Other tags are far less organized, sorry.

5. This blog is attached to the blogs @sayorixd, @yurixc, and @natsuki83. Much of these notes apply to those blogs as well.

6. I think that’s everything! Here are links to the other pages on this blog:

https://monikax3.tumblr.com/verses

https://monikax3.tumblr.com/monikachr

https://monikax3.tumblr.com/specialpoems

Sprites and transparents that I use for icons are from ddlcsprites.

[pri-rp]

Poem Prompt: Memory

"You know, I was going to try and keep these as just means of getting over writers block and to not be serious with them but, well... the pen moves as it moves, and sometimes you put your heart on the sleeve anyways."

[lavender-lass09]

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”Today we should first do a warm-up writing prompt. I’ll give you 15 minutes to write a poem or short story that has something to do with the sky.” Monika said.

” Ooh, we get to choose!” Satori was excited.

Natsuki was excited but didn’t want to show it. You could tell though, she had a big grin on her face.

Everyone went to individual desks to grab paper and write, except Sayori who went later because she stopped to grab the last extra cupcake off the tray.

]

Hey Riku, you can sit next to me if you would like. Or you could sit next to anyone else, you’d probably want to sit with Sayori, right?

[luvyersblud]

rules

- I do not do smut, the most you’ll get is suggestive and NSFW jokes.

- I will not explore any highly triggering subjects such as suicide, p*dophilia/grooming, intense toxicity in relationships/family dynamics…

- please keep in mind that even if you request something it’ll take me a while to write, especially fics. i also take requests as more “light suggestions” as i am still a student with a superiority complex.

- love poems and letters are the ONLY thing that will have more obvious horror themes (obsession, mania, etc…)

- however, if you are requesting love letters/poems for yourself…

- i take a majority of these, however i may not be able to if I’m not familiar with the fandom. that’s probably rare though so request away

- love letters and poems are usually written in character from a requested character

(“from monika, to…)

- you can insert your own name or use y/n.

- if you send in prompts or words, I’ll write you a love letter/poem based off of what you sent in. just say it’s for a love poem or letter.

- love poems and letters are the ONLY thing that will have more obvious horror themes (obsession, mania, etc…)

[troublesome-troubleshooter]

> File "game/script.rpy", line 67

@monikadotchr​

Aiser was hanging out in the back alleyway of the school. The festival arc had finally reached its final act, meaning that he finally was fully conscious, and aware of his situation... He knew how this all should start, the main character would either come out of the back alleyway to get a breath of ‘fresh air’, or after the festival was over. They would end up running into each other on the way home, and all he had to do was play along.

However, he should first prepare his dialogue, he had to go and look at whatever interactions the goddamned neckbeard on the keyboard had made with the other characters, While he didn't know much about the characters. He knew the stereotypes.

Sayori was the depressed one. Designed for the ones who couldn't get the fuck out of bed, either because they realize just how futile their existence is. Or if its the sheer amount of fat weighing them down emotionally and physically.

Natsuki was designed for the “weaboos” as they were called. Small, Cute, unnatural hair color... They were one of the fucking cliche anime tropes, the real shit one that hated people but apparently acted really sweet underneath or whatever.

Yuri was a weird one, He couldn't quite pinpoint what her appeal was. But he could only presume they were body-service... With their, “Generous” build, and otherwise lackluster personality. he frequently found it hard to come up with advice for their route. Thankfully with this one, the programmers were nice enough to give him some insight into their interests, horror novels and knives. Creepy? Yes! No fucking clue why anyone would choose them, but fuck it. To each their own he guessed.

Aiser sat in the alleyway, back against the wall... This area was region-locked, No NPCs besides the girls from the literature club, and the main character could access it. A sort of mental-barrier preventing them from intruding. Giving him time to check the logs to see what route the player was taking. He knew that from the time in which the festival arc started, to end would take about 15-20 minutes.

“Let's see here...”

Aiser opened up the command prompt, the borderless black box appearing in front of him. While it was empty at first, he immeadly began to input a command into the box, to bring up the entire log of the game. From start to the current scene.

> os.log.debug(”Start”; “c2s1″)

Suddenly the log had filled up with a jumble of text, cryptic file-names and logs on events occurring within the game, in such a strange format to some it would seem like a foreign language to anyone who was not a programmer... Or Aiser.

Thus began the monotonous process of reading over every action that had occurred within the game, every “poem” choice. The order in which their interactions with the literature club went if they decided to go home with Natsuki first or Yuri if they had decided to walk home with Sayori or not, if they turn down Sayori or if they accept their love.

Seemed like they were going the Sayori route, Writing a lot of poems pertaining to their interests... Accepting their love, good! They were being pretty one dimensional and predictable... Good! He just had to-

... Wait a minute, something was up... There was an interaction missing... There was supposed to be an interaction between the protagonist and the depressed bitch right here. Some kinda fluffy shit where they help em outta bed or some crap... Why was that gone?

Actually, as a matter of fact, it seemed like there was a BIG chunk just... Missing? As if Sayori had just completely disappeared from the story all of a sudden! What the fuck? ... Something was clearly wrong. He had to find out.

Aiser got up from where he was seated, the command prompt box disappearing. He opened the back door to the school, peering inside. The festival was still going as normal... He put his hands into his pockets... He had to find the literature club. If a character was missing who the fuck knows how far the plot will de-rail.

He eventually came across it. The stand where a few of the un-realistic women and the protagonist were standing... Shit, the protagonist was there. Albeit with a more, depressed demeanor? And Sayori, the peach haired girl was indeed gone.

That left Yuri, Who he didn't feel like talking to. And doubted they could give much insight... Natsuki, Who he really didn't feel like talking to, bitch would probably end up yelling at him... Then there was Monika, A side character that for some odd reasoning had an entire character file and personality to them, despite barely having any interactivity... Fuck it, they seemed like the best candidate to talk to... He needed to make this look fluent, and not out of place. His eyes were attracted to the poem, ahh! There! He could lead that into a conversation!

Let's see here... Something about a leaf... Looks like there is some kinda symbolism here about like, purpose? Or some cheezy shit like that? ... It was a REALLY long poem. Who even has the time to write something this long?

“... So, Literature ey? Aint Neva been much a fan ‘bout it m’self... Although, This is pretty neat, Got some pretty heavy underlying themes here.”

A basic start to the conversation, He hoped to continue it onto a conversation about the club in general. And maybe find the fate of Sayori

[english2301]

Exercise #8

Someday I’ll love ______________

This week we read the poems that Frank O’Hara wrote on his lunch break from work, walking around midtown, taking in the sights and sounds of New York. He’s famous for writing brief, simple poems about everyday life. Here’s one more: 

Katy They say I mope too much but really I’m loudly dancing. I eat paper. It’s good for my bones. I play the piano pedal. I dance, I am never quiet, I mean silent. Some day I’ll love Frank O’Hara. I think I’ll be alone for a little while.

You might recognize that second to last line from our Ocean Vuong reading. His poem “Someday I’ll love Ocean Vuong” was inspired by Frank O’Hara. Taking your cues from both their work, please write a poem that includes your own name in the title and body of the poem i.e. “Someday I’ll love Monika Zaleska”

You can also feel free to change the verb i.e. “Someday I’ll hate Monika Zaleska” or “Someday I’ll accept Monika Zaleska.” Make the exercise work for you rather than trying to mold your work to my prompt. Can’t wait to read these! 

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“Someday I’ll free Crystal Rose”

By Crystal

Gather up the pieces Lay them on the floor. I’ll gaze at my reflection Then look around for more.

Slip out of the storm when it rages. Tear-feeding clouds in cages, Close my eyes, the song is done. But dreams are still to come. The shadow resting on the sun.

Another crack in the mirror Is another hole to fill. Another line to pass the time Is another burn to chill.

See Prometheus, but with crows. Someday I’ll free Crystal Rose. Until then, spite the liver. Ragged breath and vicious shivers. Hope is a broken arrow in the quiver.

Someday I’ll Find Kaniz.

By Kaniz

I don’t ever tell anyone this, but sometimes I have those days. The ones when I wake up and feel like I’m too small for my own name. Like my body is two sizes too big and everyone else seems to have this idea of how to grow into it, but I can’t seem to remember when I…asked?

There are moments when I stand in front of the mirror and wonder about God’s sense of symmetry. Does He know that He hung my smile a little higher on the left side of my face? Does it make Him chuckle when He checks in on me? If He checks in on me. I look at my uneven smile and decide that I am the oldest stranger I know.

In the seventh grade, I ran towards happiness with too much speed, And ever since then, my right knee throbs right before the rainfall. When high school came around, a boy who told me he loved me tried to write the proof in the handprints he wrapped around my arms. I haven’t been able to hold myself together the same.

Someday I’ll find Kaniz. In the very core of my being, I will recognize her immediately. She’ll be wearing her name and all its history like a crown. Her smile will be like a warm cup of chai, inviting you to safety after a bad day. She will have found God in the mended pieces of herself, and that recognition will be what grounds her.

Someday I’ll find Kaniz. Someday, I will have become who she is meant to be.

[confessionsofatwentysomethin]

Guess who’s back, back again.

It’s me, your favorite 20 something, one year later from what I can only surmise as a shit show from what I just read because I thought it would be a great idea to recap myself on what you all must think of me.

I cried a lot reading the posts I didn’t remember writing because I was out of my mind curling up at the bottom of whatever bottle I’d come across that day; I cried, even more, reading the posts I did remember because all of that pain and melancholy still exists like boulders in the luggage of my runaway heart.

There have been too many boys, friends, men, bottles, smiles, drugs, laughs, cries, midnight vomit sessions, breaths of fresh air, happy days, and days I didn’t think I’d recover from to count. Honestly, 2018 was the happiest and saddest year I have lived this far. I’m sure as we chat a little more, details will begin to reval themselves and stories will come up. These are just the important ones I don’t want to half ass.

I want to start this post with a small message to Janurary 2018 Angela:

I know you’re really butthurt about Nathaniel but WE (I) FUCKED HIS HOT COUSIN NICK AND HE WILL NEVER FIND OUT BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO HURT HIM LIKE THAT OR DEAL WITH THE REPERCUSSIONS BUT IF WE EVER DID TELL HIM IT WOULD SHATTER HIM AND HIS FRAGILE EGO. So forget that dude, Nick was a fucking 14/10 and you fucking nailed that REPEATEDLY and Nathaniel still sucks even to this day so get over it you big, beautiful fucking queen.

Anyway, back to raw, emotional, reflective Angela (our regularly scheduled programming):

New years 2018 has become an iconic day in my life and the lives of every person in my once close-knit group of high school friends. Ryan’s girlfriend Monika slept with Ryan’s best friends Matt and Mason, and all three boys were some of my closest friends for years. 

Sure, it’s a huge joke amongst those of us who still strain relationships through the wreckage that night and the nights leading up to it caused, that everyone got to see everyone topless and I made out with Jordan and Ashley like it was some innate thing that I’d always wanted to do (because we literally all made eye contact and just started making out, zero prompting from anyone... I totally admit that it’s the only moment where I genuinely questioned my sexuality lmao). However, no number of boobs of old friends is ever going to make me forget the way two of my friends betrayed Ryan.

Nevermind the fact the Monika gave birth to a beautiful baby boy a few months ago. Don’t worry, we all did the math, it’s not Matt or Mason’s... but the lack of loyalty on that girl does not suggest he is genetically Ryan’s, which isn’t stopping him from being with her, which makes pretty much all of us dead to him. Can we blame him? I don’t, not even one bit. I can’t imagine the feeling Ryan must have carried for months, the betrayal. I’m not saying I understand why he stayed with her and shut every single one of us out, but I also don’t think it’s unreasonable that he did. I have, and always will wish him the best; I hope his son grows up loved, happy, and healthy, and that Monika can grow up for his sake.

With that being said, I really do think that day was the last nail in the coffin for this page. I was so overwhelmed with processing the entire thing and how exactly I fit into it, that I really do think I had to turn my mind off for a long time to survive it in a healthy way. I lost faith and respect for two boys that I had watched grow into men that I loved and respected like the older brothers I had prayed for years to have. I would never be able to look at them the same way, and it made me feel selfish for making it about me that I just didn’t, not even to myself. 

I did not speak to anybody in that group for about 10 months before I responded to one of the many invitations to come together with what was left of the group, which was Lucas and his girlfriend Little Taylor, and that only lasted a little while until New Years 2019 when they got into an immature fight like they always do, and I couldn’t help myself; I called them out on it, and now I guess we aren’t speaking. New years 2019 was the first time I had seen Matt and Mason, it was as if nothing had changed, and like always, they made jokes about what upsets them: Ryan being gone, Ryan being a Dad, our group is in pieces and we don’t talk about it unless it’s a low blow to someone who isn’t even around to stand up for themselves.

I had an alright time. I had gone with my friend Tim from Bdubs Dekalb circa 2015 to his sisters wedding, and missed the stroke of midnight, which was okay because I was perfectly comfortable spending the first two minutes alone in my car. We got drunk, nostalgic, and silly, just how I wanted to remember them. I really do love every single one of them for surviving all of the teenage recklessness we stirred up together, but part of growing up was realizing that not all of your friends are friends who can be trusted with anything but drunken jokes and stupid nights. I love them for being drunk and stupid, and I am okay with just that.

2018... what a fucking year. I Don’t even think I remember all of it. From the looks of my posts, it might not be because I naturally have a horrible memory, Rumplemintz definitely had something to do with it.

2018 was that year I loved Cirissa and Chris, the couple who gave me hope and faith in a love that slowly matures but never grows old... until I realized that they had too many problems for me to start analyzing the way they were. Chronic alcoholism, a marriage that was a mix of co-dependence, lack of confidence to get anybody else, and fear of being alone sprinkled on top of a genuine love that was the root of my admiration. Every night we were together, we were the three best friends that anybody could have, our soundtrack was every Disney song we could get our hands on; we got off work, and my tongue always tasted like peppermint schnapps, and they would let me hit the button on the slot machine they chose that evening.

It was a fast, hard, deep, loving friendship for a year, and I wouldn’t trade that time for anything in the world. I have never for one second doubted that Cirissa truly did love me like a sister, and sometimes like a mom, and she did everything she could to make me feel that love as deeply as this heart could let me. There isn’t enough time in the world to go through how grateful I am for the emo sing alongs, drunken heart to hearts, and hugs that really did hold me together when I was falling apart.

Chris truly is one of the greatest men I have ever known, and I know he loved me like the really cool tomboy sister he never had. So many heavy metal nights and pep talks about how amazing I am, and how much better I deserve, and I am literally sobbing like an idiot because I miss the support and friendship that these two gave me so dearly.

The truth is, as much as I cherish them and all the crazy shit we did, it wasn’t healthy at all. I cannot blame anybody but myself for all of the liquor that I let take a shot at filling up my emptiness, but they were the cheerleaders that helped me believe that one day my demons would drown.

I know well enough now that there’s never going to be a moment where my vices beat my pain or complexities, and that mentality has tried to thrive in the little wasted snowglobe we created for the three best friends and died every single damn time.

There is no way in hell that Christian Boyajian will ever fit into words on a computer screen or a book or even an encyclopedia. Not because he is the greatest thing that ever happened to me; not because he is particularly special; not because I’ll never forget him or get over him or stop loving him.

Christian was simply someone who came into my life, and changed it forever, He changed me in ways that I had always written about but had no idea how heavy the words I was saying actually were.

June 2017 or somewhere in there, we had met on POF and bonded over Batman and how we both grew up so close to each other. I remember feeling like he was funny, smart, worldly, and clever. He’s in the Navy, and we lost touch because I’ve been a fuckboy for years, and he deployed before we got close enough for me to ever imagine signing up to be a navy girlfriend.

Fast forward to March 2018, we reconnected on POF. I was wasted at coach house with my friends, and it was like no time had passed.

He was living in San Diego, I was back in Illinois still, and we facetimed every night for a month before I decided to fly out to meet him. He told me he loved me before I even got on the plane. I knew it was fast, but I was so sick of being drunk and numb that I let myself feel whatever I wanted. I did know that I wanted to say I loved him to his face, like I always have with anyone.

I didn’t even write love poems about him, just fragments that still litter the notepad on my phone, because I knew it would be over faster than I could write it down and I wanted to soak up every single fucking second of being loved because I genuinely didn’t know if I would ever get the chance again.

Standing in front of him for the first 24 hours, I was on top of the world. I was loved. I was worshipped. I was unbreakable. But after that euphoria gave way to reality, the conversations about me moving to California didn’t seem as exciting to him. He started petty fights and didn’t look at me like his world was in my eyes anymore.

The worst part of finally getting to feel all of the beautiful things that I wrote about being in a love I knew nothing about before him, was having to feel all of the soul crushing things that I wrote about after I thought I had failed at love, except this time it was so real that it really did break me into a million tiny pieces.

I literally watched him lose interest infront of me without the barrier of a screen to make it feel a little less human. He stopped holding my hand in the car, made heart-breaking attempts to pretend he still wanted to keep all of his promises, and tried to break up with me at a Portillos. I, of course, didn’t let that happen because nobody gets dumped at Portillos. I will be fucking damned if you try to ruin the world’s best goddamn beef sandwich for me, fucking asshole. 

I loved him so fucking much that when he called me after a week of the silent treatment, all I could say was “you promised me. You fucking promised me, Christian. You won, you got me, that actually hurts” and he was so cold and disassociated that I knew that he had. I had finally felt something and it went from being so beautiful and reckless and amazing to an earth shattering sound I can never reproduce clawing its way out of my throat and dragging me to my fucking knees in my garage. I had poured so much of myself into him that I didn’t even have the strength to get off the concrete for 15 minutes. I just laid there and cried when we hung up because I had been so stoic during the call. I remember he had said “Goodnight, Angela.” and I replied coldly with “Goodbye, Christian”.because I wanted to rob him of the opportunity to feel like he would be missed, like all of this meant anything, just like he had robbed me.

Christian was everything I projected onto all of those boys before about how I craved to be loved, and everything I had projected on those goodbyes before him that I fabricated to write gut-wrenching poetry.

The only hard part of that was actually feeling it, and I finally understand that I cannot ever write things because they sound good because someday I will have to feel them and I have to be incredibly careful what I wish for.

I found out in October 2019 that he had gotten into a relationship 2 weeks after we broke up, and all the pain I had tried to pickle in vodka took a new breath of life, and it took me months to build peace with it again.

I didn’t even speak to a boy romantically for six months after that, which actually occurred a week ago... so there’s that for a timeline. We’ll get to present day soon, I swear.

Taylor, my beloved person, my forever friend, is gone. Not dead, just fucking gone. Christian and I had broken up in the beginning of July, she had gone through all that with me, gotten into a relationship with a guy named Ben who laughed like a goose and constantly saddled her with his alcohol issues (totally not judging because I have my own issues with alcohol but she didn’t and I wanted to protect her the best I could because I loved her so so much) (that ‘d’ was really hard to put after love, I guess it’s still raw). September came around, time for my birthday. I wasn’t particularly excited this year because if the depression and alcoholism and crippling loneliness, but she was determined to revive my normal birthday over-enthusiasm. So, she did, and when it came time... she couldn’t seem to follow through. 

She’s a beautiful writer, but I think every writer is guilty at some point in their life of having more beautiful words than beautiful actions, and this was hers.

An extravagant birthday dripping in mimosas and mani pedis before a night of dressing to the nines and going out on the town somehow got stripped down to Walmart face masks and painting each other’s nails at home for the weekend I had requested off work an entire month in advance... and I had to tell her that I could do that on a normal day, but not my birthday weekend. 

She got her wisdom teeth out just days before, and tried to tell me it wasn’t an appointment scheduled months in advance. I told her I was driving to Nashville for my birthday, and we could do a DIY spa day upon my return, but it really hurt me that she couldn’t be bothered to follow through with her promises, even if they weren’t as big in real life as they were in my inbox. She knew it was a dark time for me, and she put forth so little effort to build me back up the way I have always worked so hard to give her a big beautiful life full of laughter and stupid jokes and amazing memories.

We have spoken once since I sent that text. It was an accidental 2am FaceTime butt dial where she immediately hung up and said “sorry I left my phone open in my pocket”. I didn’t respond, and I lost my best friend because I told her that she hurt me, and the best way to deal with that is not to deal with it at all, I suppose.

Treasure and I reunited shortly after this, but not too shortly because I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need a “person” or a best friend or anyone because it had been such a horrible year for depending on others that I truly never wanted to do it ever again.

I got all of the best parts of Treasure back, the jokes, the stories, the laughing in unison, making everyone else in the room uncomfortable because the only ones that mattered to either of us was US. We were stupid but mentally sparred regularly, and kept eachother sharp on political, social, and emotional topics, and really worked to support and better eachother. In my time away from her, I grew my own voice, opinion, and sense of direction. This new characteristics allowed our friendship to flourish, and still is. She is still with DeAndre, and loves his son very much. I met him once, he”s smart and amazing and loves me. Her life is so filled with love, and I could see that she had found her corner of the universe. I was so happy to have her back in this new and healthy way, that it almost made it impossible to leave her.

Oh, here’s the kicker: I picked up my life and moved again, but this time? I moved to Seattle.

This is day 22 that I am wrapping up, 

and that’s exactly why I’m back, bitches.

[monikax3]

Prompt “quit shaking me, i’m okay.” during Act II of the game~ Yuri (sorry I am new to roleplay so if I make mistakes I am sorry)

// you’re doing great!

Monika let go of the club’s Vice President as soon as she heard her speak. “Oh, thank god,” she sighed.

“You kinda froze up there. I asked if you were okay but you didn’t respond at all.” Monika meant that literally— froze up, with a glitching sprite. But there was no way Yuri would know what she meant.

“Anyway, we’re still sharing poems. Natsuki just got done sharing hers, so you can go over there, I guess.”

As much as Monika would rather have Yuri stay as far away as possible from the playable character, she couldn’t raise too many suspicions. Frozen Yuri couldn’t share her poem, and that could cause the game to crash if the script couldn’t adjust. So... yeah, it was fine.

Yuri was fine now, wasn’t she?

[pri-rp]

"So, I want to issue a little bit of an apology for my behavior last night. not fully sure what all got into me, I'm not usually so... brash, i feel is a proper word. I think that may have just been a spot of letting out frustration, if you will. Doesn't make it right, but I know I like having things explained so I can understand the thoughts behind it. Of course, I know some of you also had a bit of fun with the antics too, but... perhaps not those of you directly impacted by it."

I can't help but wink with that last sentence, before focusing up. Right, this is an apology to my fellow cast, not a bid to you out there having fun with us. "Anyways! As a bit of an apology, or at least to perhaps get past the boredom some, I had an Idea! As some of you may know, I'm a bit of a poet. Buuuuuut, I've had quite the writers block recently... well, that's not quite right. I've just had no inspiration. So, I figured it'd be a good opportunity to perhaps... open myself up to prompts!"

"Gosh, this is actually a bit of me going back to the nostalgia of being club president, huh? Giving everyone a fun assignment to do, ahaha... Still! How it works is simple, you give me a topic, and I'll write a poem for it! To avoid any potential confusion in the inbox, I will ask you make it clear what the prompt is."

Of course, for those of you out of character, all I mean by that is the ex doesn't want your prompt for me being confused as an ask for someone else. So! the format is simple:

Poem Prompt: [insert prompt here]

The ex also would prefer you keep your prompt short, but who am i to limit your creativity? There's no real rules there.