@darling-saturn This One’s For U 🫡‼️

when the relatable fictional character commits suicide

you ever like. draw yurika

i mean! I’m obssesed with natsuri so they are all I ever draw honestly but I love all the other ships just as much

anyways monika loves the carpenters

Some Sayonika art for a DDLC / NGE crossover AU I've been thinking about pretty extensively. Context under the cut.

Sayori couldn't believe that she had gone so long genuinely thinking she wanted to die. She knew it before only as some abstract, easy release from all of the suffering she endured, like hitting the power button on a doomed playthrough. But now that she had experienced some modicum of death—that the angel had lopped off the head of her Eva and she'd watched its body collapse from the third-person before falling unconscious herself—she knew that she did not want to die. Death terrified her far more than life, she knew now. That terrible, soul-eating desire now replaced itself with terrible, soul-eating fear.

Nothing the doctors tried could purge the fear of death from her mind and body. She could not relax, or indeed do anything other than grab onto the hospital bed and press her body down into it, as if death would drag her away by her ankles if she weren't anchored down. The panic attack never seemed to stop.

There was no real way for her to tell how much time passed before a shambling figure appeared in the door. Through tears, Sayori recognized the silhouette, the cute white bow: Monika, the girl Mrs. Miner had told her could not walk or speak due to damage from previous angels. And indeed, she seemed to have trouble staying on her feet as she dragged something noisily behind her. Sayori watched helplessly as Monika slowly thrusted the heavy piece of fabric—a weighted blanket, she now realized—over her body. Immediately, the pressure on her stomach relieved some tension, and she eventually relaxed enough to let go of the bed and use her aching muscles to pull the blanket more evenly over her body.

Tension drained so heavily from Sayori's body that she was left dizzy and weak. Monika must have felt similarly, because the moment she saw the fear of death leave Sayori's eyes, she collapsed against her chest, her energy spent.

The only thing Sayori could push through her vocal tract that had nearly torn itself apart from strain was a hoarse, whispered "thank you."

asuka nge my beloved

this shit was done with a mouse in ms paint and my wrist is in unthinkable agony

More pixel art, baby!

anyway, natsuki

Got bored, doki doki’d my biology

Mabel 🧡

:)

Guilt complex for both because it's an extreme reaction to "I screwed up", despite the fact that she's absolutely in the wrong.

Depends on the reader, I suppose, but Monika did "fix" the problem in the end, in either ending, and the ripe-for-fanfic-aftermath is where it can more explicitly come up.

Basically her relationship to her guilt is complex and I am perhaps using terms wrong.

ohhhh did u mean it as in she doesnt know what to do with all of her guilt so her actions become more and more desperate in hopes of fixing the situation thus the guilt going away? and the more desperate her actions, the more mistakes she makes and the guilt becomes bigger and bigger? bc yeah