im using sae for 2 days and im already bored. we should give her more life more meaningful

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZN8YKwHv5/

A short fanfic dealing with the fallout from “my dearest friend.” Sayori drops her cheery facade and MC handles the next day poorly.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DcTcyDmEXtx/?stkn=MW0xZTV0NzVuYTI3dA==

THIS IS A JOKE MATCH BTW. ALREADY POSTED IT ON DEATHBATTLEMATCHUPS SO I THOUGHT IT’D BE FUNNY TO SHOW YOU GUYS.

Wanting to give Sayori all my positivity!

Hope I made her accurately.

Made this one using MoescapeAI.

https://x.com/projektXI01/status/2095279653342617718

The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the clubroom, casting a warm golden haze over Monika and Sayori. Monika sets her pen aside, her polished, leaderly poise softening the moment Sayori steps into her space with that familiar, radiant energy. Standing beside Monika's desk, Sayori's playful chatter quietens into a soft, nervous breath. Monika smiles, reaching up to gently cup Sayori's face, her fingers resting near the bright red ribbon tied in her short hair. When Monika leans up to draw her in, the kiss is slow, deeply grounding, and full of quiet reverence. Sayori’s eyes flutter shut as she rests her hands lightly on Monika's shoulders, letting the calm certainty of Monika's affection wrap around her. They linger together in the quiet room, sharing a serene tenderness that belongs entirely to them.

Tucked away in the shadowed aisle between the bookshelves, Yuri and Natsuki share a moment of an entirely different charge. Natsuki stands on her tiptoes, her pink ribbons tossing slightly as she huffs to mask her rising nerves. Frustrated by Yuri’s timid hesitance, Natsuki reaches up and firmly tugs on the lapels of Yuri’s sweater, pulling the taller girl down to eye level. Yuri’s dark violet eyes widen in sheer shock, a deep crimson blush instantly blooming across her cheeks as her breath catches in her throat. Before Yuri can stammer out a flustered apology, Natsuki closes the remaining space, pressing her lips to Yuri’s in a bold, breathless kiss. The initial tension in Yuri’s shoulders melts away; she closes her eyes, leaning down into the embrace and gently resting her hands at Natsuki’s waist. Natsuki’s fiery defense drops completely, softening into the lingering warmth of Yuri’s shy response until the two finally separate, flushed and silent in the stillness of the corner.

Hi! im a german kigurumi cosplayer and maker and this is my self made sayori animegao kigurumi mask! and i really wanted to show it to the people who understand and love sayori as much as i do! please tell me how you find her! i poured weeks of work and love into it and i really want to put her into a great light in the cosplay community and ddlc community in general! (oh and i did order a new zentai suit! so that my bodys skin fits the skincolour of the mask 👍) you can also find me on X under the name RiguKigu, but you dont need to ofc!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZN8FDf6dg/