burning love (cw: attempted arson and who knows what else...)
[ This cannot stand. This is an affront aimed directly at her! Because while she'd hate anything to do with the Carnival on principle--thank you, last year's, for all those traumatic memories--one part of this sordid mess can't be allowed to exist. No matter how much she believed in the power of love, no matter how much she was an expert at romance...
The tunnel of love cannot be allowed to exist.
Her attempts at destruction started simple, mainly gently pleading with the demons putting it together to, you know, stop. Clearly, it doesn't dissuade them, so she graduates up to attempting to steal pieces of the tunnel itself. She was never programmed to be some amazing thief, however, so again. Thwarted.
Today's attempt involves a flaming bottle of alcohol. The library taught her all about Molotov cocktails! This will surely slow everything down!
...She throws it onto a soft spot of ground, and the flame eventually sputters out. Noticing this, the demons shout at her to leave and angrily shoo her far, far away.
But she will not! be! deterred! If her antics haven't already attracted enough attention, her running up to whoever's closest surely will. ]
Do you know how to start a fire? I need to start a fire! Or...do you have a bomb?
[ That tunnel of love has it coming! ]
lemonade mouth (cw: kissing Monika)
O-Oh, I'm not really that thirsty--
[ But her protests are ignored, and she's found herself firmly in place at a lemonade stand. Which, really, it's not the worst thing in the world, getting some easy kisses, but those sex demons always lead her into trouble! She doesn't even want to be here!
...Kisses are really, really nice, though.
So, if she has to do this, it's going to be done her way. She snags up a piece of cardboard and a marker, then decides to make her own "special menu" that she props up against the crate of lemons for everyone to see. The "prices" are as follows:
no kiss ~ water kiss on the back of my hand ~ water with lemon kiss on my cheek ~ unsweetened lemonade kiss on my lips ~ the best lemonade ever a date ~ any way you want it ♥
With a satisfied smile, she sets her chin on her interlocked fingers and leans forward to wait patiently. Surely there will be tons of takers!
Because, yes, the kiss doctor is now in. ]
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Monika | Doki Doki Literature Club
[ This cannot stand. This is an affront aimed directly at her! Because while she'd hate anything to do with the Carnival on principle--thank you, last year's, for all those traumatic memories--one part of this sordid mess can't be allowed to exist. No matter how much she believed in the power of love, no matter how much she was an expert at romance...
The tunnel of love cannot be allowed to exist.
Her attempts at destruction started simple, mainly gently pleading with the demons putting it together to, you know, stop. Clearly, it doesn't dissuade them, so she graduates up to attempting to steal pieces of the tunnel itself. She was never programmed to be some amazing thief, however, so again. Thwarted.
Today's attempt involves a flaming bottle of alcohol. The library taught her all about Molotov cocktails! This will surely slow everything down!
...She throws it onto a soft spot of ground, and the flame eventually sputters out. Noticing this, the demons shout at her to leave and angrily shoo her far, far away.
But she will not! be! deterred! If her antics haven't already attracted enough attention, her running up to whoever's closest surely will. ]
Do you know how to start a fire? I need to start a fire! Or...do you have a bomb?
[ That tunnel of love has it coming! ]
lemonade mouth (cw: kissing Monika)
O-Oh, I'm not really that thirsty--
[ But her protests are ignored, and she's found herself firmly in place at a lemonade stand. Which, really, it's not the worst thing in the world, getting some easy kisses, but those sex demons always lead her into trouble! She doesn't even want to be here!
...Kisses are really, really nice, though.
So, if she has to do this, it's going to be done her way. She snags up a piece of cardboard and a marker, then decides to make her own "special menu" that she props up against the crate of lemons for everyone to see. The "prices" are as follows:
kiss on the back of my hand ~ water with lemon
kiss on my cheek ~ unsweetened lemonade
kiss on my lips ~ the best lemonade ever
a date ~ any way you want it ♥
With a satisfied smile, she sets her chin on her interlocked fingers and leans forward to wait patiently. Surely there will be tons of takers!
Because, yes, the kiss doctor is now in. ]
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