Doki Doki Literature Club Fandub
Nyanners for Monika
Name: Monika
Trope: The Energetic President
Voice: Mature, confident, leader tone
Please name files as such: Monika_Audition_YourName
Example: Monika_Audition_Toon
Send all auditions in either .wav or .mp3 format to toonkuun/gmail.com as either an attachment or a link to the file (drive, dropbox, etc) or send it through this site
Want to share your poem with me? … Ahaha! Don’t worry, MC! We’re all a little embarrassed today, you know? But it’s that sort of barrier that we’ll all learn to get past soon.” (Monika reads the poem) “..Mhm! Great job, MC! I was going ‘Ooh’ in my head while reading it. It’s really metaphorical. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t expect you to go for something so deep. I guess I underestimated you!
(This one has two lines)
You know that Yuri likes this kind of writing, right? Writing that’s full of imagery and symbolism. Unlike Sayori, who likes using simple and direct words to describe happiness and sadness… Yuri likes it when readers are left to derive their own meaning out of it. It’s very challenging to write like that effectively. Both allowing people to get something out of it just by feel… Or letting them deeply analyze all of the nuances.
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Here’s Monika’s Writing Tip of the Day! Sometimes when you’re writing a poem – or a story – your brain gets too fixated on a specific point.. If you try hard to make it perfect, then you’ll never make any progress. Just force yourself to get something down on the paper and tidy it up later! Another way to think about it is this: if you keep your pen in the same spot for too long, you’ll just get a big dark puddle of ink. So, just move your hand and go with the flow! … That’s my advice for today, thanks for listening!It couldn't have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of infinite choices.
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out.
And he, on the other side, was looking in.