#Project Libitina

[secretly-sayori]

Dan Salvato why do you keep releasing music in 2025 when you haven't dropped anything since ddlc+ came out 🤨

i might be a little delusional but is this a protect libitina unofficial announcement

[nikolliver]

Libitina art drop

I might be the only one keeping this fandom alive-

[TW WARNING FOR SATURATED COLORS, BLOOD AND BODY HORROR]

Libitina with the creepy faces of the game

TIP ME ON KO-FI!

[moldysourlemons]

Doki x Yu-Gi-Oh Friday Night Funkin Sprite Mania!

Yuri and Natsuki get two songs each because I love them

[makialene]

Hey guys remember when we thought Project Libitina was gonna come out in 2018

[butterfly-umbrella-art]

Cringetober day 30

Video games

I did Monika from ddlc

[cartoonlover87-2]

Cringetober Day 6-7: Pinterest Anime Base + Bittersweet Nene fanart

Sorry for not posting yesterday. Anyways, here's a sprite edit of Yuri that ended up looking like a story arc cover. Bittersweet Nene fanart under the cut.

[raglanphd]

[stupidity-incorperated]

Hey...does Tumblr still like Doki Doki Literature Club?

Robot Monika version 4.0

Updates

Sentience outside of game/setting

Increased emotional range

Changeable clothing (themed settings only dev team)

Removed bugs

Updates on others

Natsuki (3-D holographic model complete, work on robot after yuris fixed)

Yuri (robot extremely buggy. A repairman has been called to remove bugs)

Sayori (the animatronic is in full working order, however the costume has been put on back order)

[lyrashii]

Portrait of Markov - book cover concept WIP

[ddlcgamic]

Monichriane: A gender related to this image.* * This image is what shows when you turn Monika.chr into an image file. FYI, it is not a QR code.

tagging: @radiomogai, @horrormogai

[unowneyenon]

FINE ALEX YOU WIN ILL READ THE GREAT GATSBY UGHRHHJH (thanks for pirating that book king i wanted to read it)

[nikolliver]

I'll try to be more active in here

Anyways some Libitina and Gabriel sketches

Bonus: the get along shirt

[the quality is killing me]

[jaxthejaguar]

honestly all the Discourse about "is rambley evil or not" is just making me more disappointed we'll probably never get a DDLC 2 to answer some of the questions i still have about monika... especially after playing DDLC+

[reeuln]

doki doki in 2025??!!!!!anybody here???????????

sometimes i just think about how successful could Project Libitina be,,,

[ddlcbrainrot]

screaming crying throwing up bc Little Dark Age is so ddlc coded it makes me SICKKKK so ur gonna see my entire analysis now

Breathing in the dark, lying on its side (SAYORI!?! BC SHE CANT GET OUT OF BED?!?!)

The ruins of the day painted with a scar (YURI!?!?!? BC SELF HARM?!?!)

And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try (NATSUKI?!?!?! BC SHE CANT STOP BEING A JERK TO COMMUNICATE?)

The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time (MONIKA>!?!?!?!? BECAUSE WITH EVERY SECOND SHE KNOWS HER FRIENDS ARE NOT REAL THE LESS SHE SEES THEM AS REAL)

Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain Monika forcing herself to get past 'killing' the codes she considered her loved ones her whole life in order to find a connection with an actual sentient being.

Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away Yuri's the introverted reticent one- hiding from society because society is cruel to her, hiding her self harm, hiding her true self... but everything is still there.

When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded Sayori eventually DOES have to get out of bed every day, but at some point she becomes "stranded" and unable to mask anymore and then we gently open the door

Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark age Natsuki was the only one other than monika who didn't die by her own hand, and she was also the last to die before monika herself. She was the one who had to see each stone on the stage build up, culminating till the end.

Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby Monika knows everything that goes on in the game, she reads the script, she has access to everything- nothing is a surprise to her, really. But she still picks through it to distract herself from her unreality.

The carvings on the face say they find it hard However, in the end, she's still just an anime girl sprite with a clipart face, and she can't run away from that.

And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise This one's pretty cut and dry- it's when the game breaks, essentially, and everything starts to glitch.

The humor's not the same, coming from denial "You kinda left her hanging there."

Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange Your reality. I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away Monika's still there if you exit the game. If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone Just Monika... OR, it could be when Sayori talks to Monika, since I'm associating "getting out of bed" with Sayori in this song. Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age Open eyed?? Third Eye??? PORTRAIT OF MARKOV?!?!? "Burn the page" DELETING THE FILES. AHGRYGRHRGRH

I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away YOU know that if IT hides. In the end, the player only sees Monika as an "It." A game character, just like the others. Even when the player KNOWS you're sentient and you 'don't go away.' If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone Horrified on the stage, my little dark age WHEN SAYORI BECOMES THE SENTIENT ONE AND FREAKS OUT

Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come We're back to Just Monika this ain't linear she's like omg huzz loves me

The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind SHES STILL REMEMBERING HER DEAD FRIEND SPRITES OR WTV

Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their guns I know my friends and I would probably turn and run There is no happiness to be found in this literature club. Knowing its what her friends would do to, she ends it. If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age Project Libitina hidden messages. Monika's coming to rescue the other girls remember KYAAAA

I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age

All alone, open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age

TYPE SHIIIIII-

gonna post this to my tumblr too but ur gonna get it too heh

little dark age is like, the one sing that somehow fits every fandom. how. how is it possible.

anyway someone make an animatic of this 🙏🙏🙏

[hymnoire]

“Do I have him by the throat with something?” she muses aloud, more to herself than anyone else, the question curling off her tongue, indulgent and slow. Rhetorical. She already knows the answer. She does. And it pleases her, deeply, obscenely. Her gaze sharpens and the hint of a grin blooms, sinister, private, crawling across her pure yet dirty mouth like ivy. “Dear mother mine, ” she murmurs, voice coated in memory, “dearest deceased mother... She was a member of the Sisterhood.” It had been her only card. The Voice was unexpected, impossible in her mouth : played like a dagger in a sword fight. She had fed it well, with intention, letting it bloom only when it mattered, enough to place the Baron’s mind in the palm of her hand. That one exquisite moment of hesitation, that faltering breath, it was all she needed from him. She wasn’t meant to have it, she wasn’t meant to be anything at all. Just another unwanted bloom in the Harkonnen garden, bastard-born and best forgotten. But Kaeleena had learned to see, like truthsayers, she was guided with perception and intuition. She had never completed a proper training, of course. Her mother had given her only fragments, scraps of sacred things wrapped in the rags of survival. The rest? She had stolen. Learned in blood, absorbed in silence, like licking secrets off the walls and floors. Alone, she knows she isn't powerful enough, at least not yet. And despite her titanic ego, she does not lie to herself, yes she knows. To be wed to Feyd could have been the suffocation of her ambition before it had the chance to cry out. Or he could be something else entirely : her counterpart, her equal, eer accomplice. The arrangement was delicate. The Baron knew that. Perhaps it would bind the House tighter or perhaps, he was already planning to have her carved out and erased. “My mother, she wore the Sisterhood’s mark, but not their affection. No. She was never loved, only tolerated. Briefly. The shadow in their ranks, the wrong note in their sacred song” She exhales slowly. "Rightfully so," she purrs, almost proud. "There’s a fracture in the blood that bore me. Madness, disobedience… Lady Libitina was her name. I carry her like a curse. Like a prayer. The name, the sin, the taste." Her eyes narrow in focus, not unlike a snake flicking its tongue while sharing an old tale near a sacred tree. “She had a misplaced craving for powerful men and a flair for disrespecting her hierarchy. Mmm.” There’s something languid in her voice now. “The affair was heresy. She was never meant to bear a child for the House Harkonnen. She was not meant to birth an heir, I was not meant to be the heir.” Her gaze drips over him, thick and slow. “You were." Son of Lady Thalia Rabban, the one the Sisterhood chose to contribute her womb. “I tried to enter the Sisterhood when I came of age,” she speaks, and it almost sounds like she’s laughing under her breath, yet bitter, her tongue resting against her teeth. “.. you can imagine how that was received. However I’ve never accepted refusal. I make my own invitations so I learned. I took what I needed. The Baron knows that now.” She mumurs, leaning in, like a secret a young girl shares with her older brother in the gardens in the early afternoon.

“I have it.”

It. Their power. The ability to bend a room to her will. He catches a strand of her hair and God, his touch, even distant, is electric. "You can pull on it." She whispers barely audible, her lips breaking into a side smirk through the seriousness of her storytelling. Her gaze never left him. Not for a second. Feyd-Rutha. Magnificence incarnate He did say divinity doesn’t thrive on Giedi Prime. He is wrong but he musn't be a believer. She is. She sees it in him : He is the divine, Her divine. Divinity, to Kaeleena, is not peace, it is not light or salvation : it is the violence, the raw, the trembling power to unmake what offends and crown what bleeds. It is hunger. It is annihilation.

If Feyd had never known Kaeleena existed, Kaeleena had always known of him. Her mother spoke of Abulurd often, too often, but it was Feyd’s name that curled around her daughter’s dreams like fingers. As a child, she hated them, the Harkonnens. All of them, for what they did to her mother and her. She would picture Feyd, her brother, growing in praise and power while they, she and Lady Libitina, survived in the dirt and blood. Hatred and Envy came first. And then.. fascination. The first time she saw him, from a distance, like a nobody glimpsing royalty from behind rusted gates, she knew. To be invited to the Arena, she had to be someone worthy of the propaganda but she simply ended up forcing her way in there, to watch him, as many times as she could. Feyd was not just what she could have been, he was what she wanted. “Would you have played with me, had we grown up together?” she asks, softly, and it is not really a question. It is a longing. A wound in disguise. Her gaze does not leave him. It clings. It feeds. Her voice is a brushstroke. "Would you have taught me how to fight? How to kill? Will you now?" Brother and sister. Husband and wife. Co-conspirators. Monsters. He offered to kill the Baron together. Will they be allies now? Does he feel it too? They are bonded. Not by choice. By fate. By blood. By something older than both. Her mother had known, perhaps despite her unstable abilities, she could see, after all. She saw what lived in Kaeleena’s mind : the hunger, the heat, the perverse little spark ignited by the mere mention of Feyd-Rautha. A fascination to the idea of him, a fascination that grew, twisted, rooted despite two entire worlds between them. She slapped Kaeleena across the face once. Hard. And again. And again, every time it happened, every time she saw that same glint of rot in her daughter’s eyes. “Abomination ! Demonic Child ! ” she hissed, trembling with horror. “How can you dream of such vile and digusting things. He is your blood.” And Kaeleena had smile with the sting blooming across her cheek like something earned. “He is,” she had said, the filth of her mind glinting in her young eyes. Now, her voice returns to that velvet register. “Uncle has great hopes in you,” she says, slowly. “For the Harkonnen name. He values you, yes, he has plans for you.” Her head tilts. Her gaze studies Feyd the way some study sacred texts, searching for hidden meanings, for contradictions, for divine flaws. She has seen through the Baron, of course she has. A man like that does not hope, he does not believe, he doesn’t dream. He builds. He invests. He uses. He does not feel. Oh she might have admired that but na, it feels hollow when it comes to this type of pathetic little plans : the Baron is powerful yes but his vision is small. No taste, no nourishment. “Yet you wish to kill him.” It is not an accusation. It is a caress. An invitation. She draws the words out gently, as if unspooling thread from between her teeth. “Why?”