Yurika Stuff Bc I Miss Drawing The Blorbos

hi it's me

don't know who to tag. whatever. Go my @monikaliker

Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this:

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Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

Thank you for the tag @machiavellli !

anyway, natsuki

amen sister

happy new years i promise to be even more deranged for ddlc in 2025

Monika Monday 21! Freckles

Mabel 🧡

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

highkey wish i could share my brainrot energy onto other things that deserves the love as well :')

bestie you're supposed to sleep out your current physiological state right now

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what uf

sayonjka

Saw a tiktok of a guy saying he doesn’t feel comfortable talking to minors because he’s 19. And it’s just. I’m so fucking tired of this.

And like to be clear, I’m speaking as a victim of pedophilia when I say: We need to get over this collective fear of endangering children. Because holy shit, this stuff is getting out of hand.

The average person is not a threat to a child.

And also!!! It is actually really really good for kids to have friendships with adults that aren’t their family.

Having friendships with adults when you’re younger prepares you for adult life in a better way then only interacting with adults that are family members or teacher as well.

And also if there’s any sort of weird behavior happening with adults or teachers, it’s very helpful to have unrelated adults, you can go to, and also have a model for what normal adults are supposed to look like.

And also! You’re just making it way easier for pedophiles to prey on children when you completely avoid interacting with them as an adult. Because kids are naturally inquisitive and curious. They are going to want to interact with adults and they are going to want to ask questions. And if the only adult adults that are willing to interact and speak with them or adults who have ulterior motivations. Guess what’s gonna happen.

Also on a more general note. Having a model for what a normal healthy adult is supposed to look like makes it way easier for kids to be able to recognize and identify when adults in their personal life are being weird.

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."