Ddlc - Blog Posts
god has given me free will and art software
*le gasp* BEAUTIFUL!! THEM!!!! EEEEEEE!! >w<
Do you think you can maybe draw one of them? Like maybe Sayori? If you have time of course ^^.
I kinda went a a bit overboard annnnnddddd I drew them all(・∀・)
Sorry It took awhile (´ . .̫ . `)
@therealjacksepticeye When I saw your Doki Doki series I just had to create something. 😃 I hope that you’ll like it.
she places her hand onto an indeterminate space between you.
you place your hand against hers. onto the screen. onto that space. you feel the separation. the pane of glass between you. the warmth of the screen. the warmth of her love, that you can see plain as day in front of you.
and she feels nothing.
flannel sayo my beloved
back to my roots (drawing outfits + drawing sayori)
Sayoriii (wish she could take over the world)
inspired from an EXTREMELY old fanart of mine under the cut⬇️
sketching my girlsssszzz
i have nothing to offer this community
I HAVENT DRAWN HER IN FOREVERRRRRR (2 days)
I don't do much traditional art
yes I am aware that the hair is ugly
@darling-saturn this one’s for u 🫡‼️
can i humbly request some natsuri they keep me alive and you draw them so shapely i love them
sleepovers be like
sorry I’m very tired so this is the best I could do💔 but thanks it makes me happy that you love natsuri as much as i do
I’m normal about them im so normal bout em im normal I’m soooo normal bout em im so so so normal im normal im nor-
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."
this could have looked better maybe but whatever
whatever. Go my inconsistent art style