#Gentle Fall VN

[rinriya]

That's so soft, so tender and dark at the same time! Chester's possessiveness is so heartwarming 😭

He cares so much about Jay. I love them ❤️

Please please play Gentle Fall by @isattt

[maddymoreau]

Nine Visual Novel Recommendations 

In order from left to right:

1. Gentle Fall (Demo) - While attempting to get your degree you can’t shake the feeling you're being watched.

https://isattt.itch.io/gentle-fall

2. A Cry For Help (Complete) - While working at a call center you receive a desperate cry for help.

https://itsyaboi328.itch.io/acryforhelpvn

3. Rotten Dinner (Demo) - At your college you’ve noticed one of your classmates getting tormented by bullies again. Will you help him?

https://wwwormeow.itch.io/rotten-dinner

4. The Stranger From The Bus Stop (Complete) - Deciding whether or not to help a stranger at the bus leads to dire consequences.

https://daijubudef.itch.io/the-stranger-from-the-bus-stop

5. Mushroom Oasis (Demo) - While looking for your lost cat in the woods you’re rescued by odd looking individual. Who despite your recovery doesn’t seem to want you to leave. 

https://deerspherestudios.itch.io/mushroom-oasis

6. A Night For Flesh and Roses (Demo) - Change your form as you enter a body-horror castle filled with other likeminded individuals. 

https://necropocene.itch.io/a-night-for-flesh-and-roses

7. Flowers of Evil (Demo) - A man who reeks of wet dirt and loves poetry invites you on a date. Will you accept?

https://boyinajar.itch.io/flowers-of-evil

8. Pocket Lover (Demo & Hiatus) - Dating is hard but at least you have an Ai boyfriend to keep you company! Though . . . he’s starting to act a little off. 

https://bingzi.itch.io/pocket-lover-14-demo

9. Trembling Essence (Demo) - Lost in swamplands you’ll need to survive with the help of someone named Noah. A man whose intentions you’re unsure of along with if he’s hiding something. 

https://zombeebunnie.itch.io/trembling-essence-demo

Note: Make sure to read the Tw for these games! 

[isattt]

Hey since i havent had much lately how about i talk about old things

Disregard the following paragraph if you dont want to hear me yapping.

My first concept for gentle fall was for it to be a quick (lmao what a clown) game about texting your stalker. I had this idea after playing a game where there was a texting mechanic in it, it had a yandere and he was like super popular and stuff and then he invited us on a date and acted weird then he snapped and... it ended (it was a demo) Its been a while... but then i read love hypothesis and decided people in labs were kinda hot.

Anyways it was supposed to be like:

You meet a person, before the game starts, and then as the game starts you start receiving messages from someone, making a random excuse to get to be your pen pal.

They never tell you much about themselves and that makes you really suspicious

Meanwhile in your real life you receive anonymous gifts on your door step.

Sometimes, some of your things go missing... only to appear back again, like they never left.

Even when you are alone you don't feel truly alone

You block your "pen pal"

And that only makes things worse

(Thats all there was to the concept)

Personally i didnt really knew how to actually implement it into a vn so i gave up :p

[winged-self-indulgence]

Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to honour @queeniesblog, who enables the demon living rent free in my brain. Consider this an early-early-early gift. 1.9K words, AFAB!MC, Favor VN wedding night DLC lmao

Z insists on carrying you across the threshold. You’re not even sure where he heard about the tradition, antiquated as it was. Perhaps the demon had overheard one of your more imaginative bridesmaids daydreaming about it, or maybe Z had crashed some medieval wedding in Europe and liked the idea of tossing his chosen human over his shoulder and making off with them like a beast out of the darkest folktales. You hadn’t been able to get a straight answer out of the demon, which was such a common occurrence you wondered why you'd even tried in the first place.

“You only had to carry me into the house,” you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms tighter around Z’s broad shoulders. “Not all the way from the wedding venue. I didn’t have to be in your lap for the whole trip.”

He’s partly shifted, the transformation dial swinging somewhere between the mostly human veneer you met them as and the massive abyssal creature you’ve only seen when the demon slips into your dreams. Even then, the shape was unclear, leaving only the vague sense of being utterly dwarfed by a thing so far beyond human comprehension that your brain struggled to put the separate pieces together.

This form is easier to perceive. At the very least, the 7ft 5” frame didn’t make your brain struggle with the wretchedness of the chthonic depths.

Z’s arms tighten around your frame, tar-drenched hands sliding over the pearl-studded filigree of your snow-white gown – their idea of a joke – to squeeze the plush underside of your thighs.

“And let those weaklings doubt my claim over you?” Z’s lips pull down into an exaggerated moue of distaste. “Perish the thought, Dove. Besides, you were the one who vetoed the other ritual–”

“I’m not letting you fuck me in front of your entire court!” You cut him off, face hot with what you are choosing to label as pure mortification. The lascivious flash of Z’s teeth tells you otherwise and you do your best to glare right back. “It’s not happening, you horndog!”

“Mm, I don’t know sweetheart,” Z murmurs and holds you closer, pulling you flush against his frame. Curved fangs nudge at your throat, exerting a sharp pressure through the delicate collar wrapped around vulnerable flesh. It’s a heady reminder. It is also a delicious threat. You shudder, a breath hitching somewhere in your chest, and the demon laughs at the sound, breath hot against your skin and sending another shiver down your spine. “I bet I could figure out some way to convince you.”

As soon as the door to the bedroom opens, Z’s lips are on yours. The kiss is fervent, devouring, an arrogant forked tongue pressing into your mouth with intent that has you squirming in place. Your own hormones and the weight of his huge frame pin you to the bed while rough hands roam over your body, greedy and insatiable, the demon unable to control the sheer voracity of their appetite for you. They caress the shape of your body through your clothes, groping with palms that feel burning hot even through layers of beading and silk.

Their tongue traces a slick trail up to the sensitive skin behind your ear. The jagged pinch of canines against the helix of your ear has you choking back a desperate whimper, and the demon retracts long enough to click his teeth. “Nuh-uh. Whine for me, baby. I wanna hear every sound out of that pretty little mouth.”

The next bite is far less gentle, and the wordless cry that falls from your lips burns your cheeks. You want to retaliate somehow, but Z’s tail is infuriatingly out of reach, lashing back and forth behind the demon’s back in a manner that betrays their obvious excitement.

“There’s my Dove,” Z coos against your lips, smirking at your overheated expression. “Poor thing, you must be so uncomfortable in all those layers, darling. Here, let me help you get those pesky clothes off.”

A hand grabs the front of your strapless dress and yanks, filling the room with the sound of tearing fabric. Before you can open your mouth complain, Z’s mouth is on your exposed breasts, and your mind instantly goes blank. Your back arched, head falling back against the pillow as the demon laves his tongue over your nipples, drawing them deep into mouth and sucking as though by sheer dedication he can force your tits to grow swollen with milk.

Muscular arms reach down to hitch your hips around Z’s waist. It’s a stretch in this form, huge as he is, and your thighs split embarrassingly wide. You gasp, feeling the solid weight of his bulge prodding against your barely clothed cunt and you can’t stop yourself from pushing harder against the thick length. The lingerie you’d worn for your wedding night was designed more for form than actual function, hardly more than a few thin pieces of pearl-white lace held together by thinner ribbons. A single tug from your fingers would send it fluttering to pieces.

Already sheer enough to narrowly fit the definition of underwear, your juices have turned the fabric nearly transparent, moulding it against the lips of your pussy. In the face of that, Z’s cock seems like overkill – prominent veins grinding back into the motion of your hips with enough force to knock the breath from you.

“Look at you, getting my cock all nice and slick,” Z groans into your ear, an arm hiking your left leg higher while the other pinches your chin and drags your face to meet his fiery gaze. “Fuck, you’re drenched baby. Such a needy hole, huh?”

“Z!” You spit out the demon’s name, fed up with their teasing. “I need–! Just put it in already!”

“Put what in?” He taunts, blinking those amber eyes innocently while a fat glob of precum pools at the tip of his cock. You feel the obscene warmth when it reaches the sodden cloth barely protecting what’s left of your chastity. You open your mouth to repeat your demands, but another jerk of Z’s hips has you whining again. When he speaks again, his voice drips with false regret. “Whoops, I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to. Come on, use your words baby. I’m listening. Where exactly do you want me to put my cock?”

“I-Inside,” you gasp, struggling to hook your ankles at Z’s back so you can draw the demon closer to you. “Please, I need you inside!”

“Then get those pretty panties off, Dove,” Z pushes themselves up, taking the weight off their arms and off you. The sudden change fills you with a strange sense of loss, until you lift your head and find the demon still looming over your, eyes still fixed on your debauched state with terrifying intensity. It’s inhuman; a flat, hungry stare that promises to swallow you whole – bones and all.

A hand is wrapped around their cock, rhythmically squeezing dark flesh up and down and occasionally pausing to thumb the bulbous tip that oozes sticky precum. The sight makes your mouth water, until Z lets out a dark chuckle.

“Dove,” he croons, hand never stopping or slowing down, “you know how impatient I can be. Unless you want me to shove my cock down your throat instead of that pretty little cunt, I’d advise you to stop looking at me like that.”

Huffing, you manage to tear your eyes away and focus on reaching for your underwear. It’s practically tissue at this point, scarcely more than scraps clinging to your cunt, and yet the act of peeling them away feels somehow obscene. Instinctively, you try to inch your legs shut, but a large hand catches you by the ankle and drags you into the embrace of an inferno.

You catch yourself against Z’s broad chest, yelping when you find yourself back in a variant of your earlier pose – this time balanced upright in the demon’s lap instead of pinned prone on the bed. Z’s cock finds itself back against your pussy lips, this time without even the minuscule protection of your underwear. A glance down reveals the sheer difference in size between the two of you, his cockhead reaching beyond your navel.

“You can take it, honey,” Z hums, reaching down to press two fingers through your slick folds. The stretch has you gasping his name, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders as your pussy squeezes around Z’s pointer and middle digits. He stretches you out, whispering filth into your ear while he fondles you with a teasingly condescending sort of affection. “Aw, is it too much for you, pet? You can handle a little more for me, can’t you? Oh no, no, no, don’t you dare hide your face from me, darling. You’re so cute when you cry. That’s it, give it to me.”

Z jams his thumb against your clit, curling his fingers at the same time. Your vision goes white, blurry with tears, as you careen into an orgasm so intense that you swear you see entire galaxies spinning before you. When you manage to come back to yourself, the head of his cock his lined up with your hole. A pleading moan is all the acquiescence Z requires before it pops in, and you scramble to cling to your sanity.

The stretch burns, a pleasurable heat that arches your back and forces another inch of Z’s cock into your cunt. “Shit,” the demon curses, an arm holding up your weight and the talons of the other gripping the mattress below in a concerted effort to hold back as best he can. “Fuck don’t do that, Dove. So goddamn tight, you’ll make me come if you don’t stop squeezing me like that.”

“Feels too good,” you moan back, fighting the urge to obey gravity and sink down onto the girth splitting you open. Only Z’s grip on your waist prevents that from happening, and it’s your turn to grow impatient. “You said I could have anything as long as I asked. Are you going to deny me on our wedding night?”

“Hm, I see someone’s grown spoiled,” Z smirks down at you, unmoving despite the flush high on his cheeks. Behind him, his tail thrashes back and forth, belying his smug words. “Ask me nicely pet.”

You barely refrain from rolling your eyes, before biting back a sardonic look of your own. Leaning closer, you force yourself to balance on your knees – dislodging Z’s cock completely, causing him to curse under his breath – and press your lips to his ear.

“Pretty please, oh Great Marquis, won’t you please come inside my cunt?” You whine in the most breathy, put-upon, amateur porno actress voice you can muster. “I’m so wet for you, and I need you to shove your fat cock into my tiny little pussy and fill me up so much that I can’t even stand. Please Z, please fuck my wet little – ah!”

“Be careful what you ask for,” Z hissed, spearing you on his cock. Once again, your world vanishes, reduced to nothing else beyond broken moans and the burning pleasure of Z’s swollen cock abusing your aching cunt. “Don’t worry, Dove, I’ll make it up to you. Since you want my come so badly, I’ll make sure to fuck you niiiice and full. After all, we have all the time in the world…”

[maleyanderecafe]

Not sure if you've been asked this already but recommendations for VNs, games, and stories where the yandere is a big softie or is really friendly like See Thru, The Snake Has Taken a Spouse, and Route to Love? Where the yandere just takes their love too far and only ever really do bad things to the MC if they have to but are otherwise complete sweethearts, misguided, or obsessive hopeless romantics.

Ohh, that's fun. I actually played Route to Love pretty recently, though I might wait until there's more content to write a proper recommendation (though I really do like Morgan). Big softies are a weakness of mine as well.

Color Me Killer- Honeymouth - I keep telling myself I need to write a recommendation for this game. Imire is generally very sweet, though much like Morgan, can get pretty violent fast if you do the wrong things to him or the child he's looking after.

Cemetery Mary - and to an extension anything that contains Reginald (like Here For Sweethearts). In Cemetery Mary, he's really sweet towards Mary, though if you continue on that route, you'll see that he can be quite a yandere towards her.

The Lithromantic Duke - is a webcomic about a ghost who takes over the duke's body and is finally able to be with the maid he's been watching for a while. Very cute and sweet towards her.

Get to Know: Coffee Date -Teddy is pretty sweet and unassuming until you get all of his affection points, then he shows his more yandere side. The game is pretty tame all things considered though.

I'm a Wolf, but I won't Harm You - webcomic about a black sheep hybrid type protagonist and the wolf that fell in love with her. I think that their relationship is pretty cute overall, though his entire family does carry the yandere trait.

A Double Sided Mirror - Charlie/Charles is generally pretty cute and for the most part seem to want to keep the player safe. Charlie I think is more soft while Charles is generally a lot more friendly.

Mushroom Oasis - Kind of an obvious one because Mycheal is very cute, but it hasn't touched upon the yandere part quite yet. But what is out so far is really adorable.

Gentle Fall - pretty soft yandere, I think it probably goes more onto like light yandere territory as of yet. I do like the aesthetic of it though, very autumn like.

Hopefully these are some good vns and webcomics that you might like. They're all pretty soft towards their lover and from what I can see tend to be mostly romantics.

[jeschalynn]

hii

i followed you because of obey me but I've literally found the best ever visual novels from your reblogs. (eg 14dwy , a date with death, etc)

my life is literally yours 🙇🙇🙇/silly

would you mind sharing some of your favourite VNs ?

Regardless of if you decide to share or not , I hope you have a great day/night ^^ !

That's so nice of you to say! It's funny when people find their way here from my other blog and I feel bad because this really is just a random dumping ground of all my random interests with no cohesion whatsoever. XD

I got into the VN scene after I branched into otome games because I really like the darker content and yanderes have always appealed to me as a twisted sort of love story with the potential to have less-than-perfect endings. Granted, not all of the VNs I play are horror or yandere themed, but many of them are.

I'm going to list the ones I've played and enjoyed (listed in no particular order). I might also mention one or two that are no longer available or in development but that I liked anyway. Reminder: most of these are yandere or horror themed and are meant for adult audiences - check the content warnings on their individual game pages for more info!

14 Days With You (yandere)

John Doe+ (yandere/horror)

Invite Me In (yandere, demo)

Blooming Panic (one of the only non-yandere VNs on this list, I have replayed this SO MANY TIMES. I have three favs in this game, don't make me choooooose~)

Error 143 (Micah <3)

See Thru: Need A Friend? (yandere, OG demo - the dev is remaking it with updated graphics I think but I still love it omg)

A Cry for Help (yandere, short and sweet)

Restart Heart (yandere/dark content, multiple LIs)

My Dear Hatchet Man (yandere, demo)

Duality (yandere, two LIs, one of my favs! if you play this, I'm curious which LI you prefer >_>)

Favor - (yandere, demon-themed for starving OM fans)

Where Winter Crows Go (yandere, was previously F2P but it's now $5 to download, but it's also a complete game so I'd consider it worthwhile if it looks interesting to you)

Art Without Blood - (horror)

Darling Duality (yandere)

Please Don't Hate Christmas (yandere)

Gentle Fall (yandere, demo)

The Kid at the Back (yandere, multiple LIs, one of my favourites, I want Sol and Crowe to fight over me <3)

Special shoutout to Cannibal Sweetheart which was one of the first yandere VN demos I played/actively followed the fandom for, and I even wrote fanfic for it. I still think about it a lot and I hope the dev is doing well. <3

Interactive Fiction bonus recs, if you're interested in long-form games:

A Tale of Crowns

The Six That Thrive

[ebi-hime]

Hi everyone \o/ I'm writing a quick post to let you know that I've released my newest visual novel, With Eyes of Ice! It's $14.99, and you can pick it up on Steam here or Itch.io here if you're curious!

With Eyes of Ice is an otome(-ish) VN which is rather grim. It's set in Iceland in the 1800s, and it opens with a young girl, Gréta, running barefoot through the snow in the middle of the night. What is she running from, and how did she find herself in such a precarious situation? You'll have to read the story to find out!

Gréta's plight may or may not have something to do with the numerous pretty boys that she knows, however: her childhood friend, the earnest and eager to please Pétur; the kind-hearted, gentle doctor Nataníel; the excitable, puppyish Kai; and the flippant, irreverent Kristófer.

Though Eyes of Ice was written to hit several key points of your regular otome VN, with a female main character who has numerous pretty boys flirting with/falling for her, it doesn't have separate routes or branches. The story is linear, so you can't decide which boy you want Gréta to end up with.

The story is also rather grim, and explores some subjects people might find discomforting. The list of potential triggers might be spoilery, so I'll not go into too many details, but there are depictions of child abuse/neglect in the story and some gory scenes (though they aren't explicit).

It's not a cheerful story, so read it at your own discretion! If you'd like to see a cast of pretty anime boys suffering, however, I think it should be a diverting enough read! I hope you enjoy it, if you choose to check it out!

[labradorite-moon]

Ok so I'm absolutely NOT a writer but I've had this drabble living rent free in my head ever since I saw this ask from @queenlilithprime on the official @homecomingvn blog and I had to make it a thing, so please enjoy my romantic little brain child:

[Homecoming Vn: Lyra x MC]

“I love you.”

I froze. My entire body flushed a bright crimson red. What the hell Dani?! There's no way I actually just let those words slip out of my mouth freely. I internally cursed myself. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! 

Honestly, I should've expected this to happen eventually. I admit, throughout our years of friendship, Lyra and I had always been close, practically inseparable. I’d thought it’d been completely platonic… That was until we started junior high together. It was as if suddenly, through the powers of puberty and one too many nights sneaking a peek at late night Cinemax, I saw her in an entirely different light. The way her flame red hair perfectly framed her gorgeous, chisled, goddess-like face. The way she would look at me, half-lidded and smoldering as she slowly purred my name, each syllable sounding as if they were dipped in a pool of molten amber. The way her touch alone sent an electric shock coursing throughout my entire body. It wasn’t hard to fall for Lyra after that. But one fear always kept me from acting on it... What if she didn’t feel the same way? 

I was terrified at the prospect of losing our friendship, so I did what any sensible person who was in love with their best friend would do. I buried it. She meant too much to me to risk not having her in my life. Still, I wanted more than anything to tell her how I felt, to the point where it sometimes physically hurt to look at her, knowing that we would never be anything more than friends. I’d forced myself to believe that I was fine with that. So long as we were still friends, I could be content…. Aaand now I’d fucked all that up in a matter of three seconds. 

My mind was reeling. I didn’t want to look at Lyra but despite my best efforts, I could still see her form in my peripheral vision. She was also still, almost statue-like in the blue glow of the tv set. As if those three little words turned her into stone. Panic immediately washed over me.

“I-I-I’m so sorry Lyra!” I stammered. “W-what I mean was that-”

Before I could finish my frantic, incoherent babbling, I heard the video tape she’d had in her hands clatter to the floor and felt her fingers brush against my cheek tenderly. I looked up at her in surprise. Lyra’s eyes were as wide as saucers and her brows tipped upward in a way that made her appear so completely desperate and vulnerable, it felt like one false move would shatter her into a million tiny pieces. A total juxtaposition to the eerily aloof and disinterested manner in which she usually carried herself. 

Wait, w-was she… getting teary eyed? 

“Do you really mean that?” Lyra asked, her voice wavering slightly. “Please tell me you mean it…”

I stared at her in disbelief. Her deep brown eyes were locked onto mine, searching for some evidence that I was making this all up… Or was it in hope that this was all real? Her fingers laced themselves between my own, bringing our hands up to her chest where she held them tightly. 

“Please.” She whispered.

“I- Yeah, actually.” I croaked quietly, as if saying it too loud would wake me up from whatever dream this was. “I do. I love you Lyra.” 

In an instant, her lips were pressed against mine. I let out a surprised squeak, tensing up for a second before allowing myself to melt into her. Her lips were warm and soft and her kiss was gentle for a moment, almost too gentle. She was definitely holding back, seemingly making sure this was what I really wanted before fully committing herself to the moment. In response, I kissed her harder, leaning my body into hers. I released my hands from her own before sliding them up her shoulders, looping them behind her neck. Her hands slowly slid down my waist before taking up residence on my hips, her fingers tucked underneath my shirt. I shivered at the feeling of her hands on my bare skin. Heat raced throughout my entire body, deep into my core as her tongue traced itself along my lips. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. 

Just as soon as I was starting to feel like nothing in this world, not even air, would be able to separate our bodies, Lyra slowly pulled away. I immediately wanted to whine in protest. She smiled at me- not the elusive little smirk I’d seen when she felt accomplished or found something amusing. This was a teary smile of relief. Of the feeling you get when an enormous weight has been lifted off your shoulders and the one thing you so desperately wanted to have in this world finally became your own. I’d never seen her look so completely, unapologetically happy before.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” she finally said, her voice low and buttery. “I always have.”

“A-always?” I stammered, taken aback. My heart swelled and felt as if it would burst out of my chest. Lyra had always loved me? Since when?! My head was buzzing as I made a feeble attempt to process that information.  

“Mhmm, since we were little in fact.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

She shrugged. “To be fair, I was never entirely subtle about it but…” Her eyes flickered with sadness for the briefest moment. “I honestly didn’t think you felt the same way. I always assumed I was getting my hopes up over some stupid pipe dream that would never come true. But truthfully I couldn’t let it go… I couldn’t let you go.”

I ran my thumb across her cheek, feeling her tilt her head against my palm. All this time Lyra had been in love with me and I’d been completely blind to it. Suddenly every little missed detail came flashing through my mind. All those times I’d caught her staring at me, the way she’d rush to be by my side whenever I was upset, her subtly flirty little comments that I'd always taken to be jokes- I’d thought they’d all been platonic. I knew she cared for me but I couldn’t fathom the idea of her actually loving me. Clearly I was the biggest moron to grace this planet. Whatever. That didn’t matter right now. All that mattered is that Lyra felt the same way I did and finally… I got to be hers. 

“Lyra, kiss me again. Please?”

Lyra’s eyes darkened, half-lidded and filled with a desire I’d only otherwise seen in my dreams. Her perfectly full lips curved up into a subtle, devious smile. “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.”

[diodellet]

i need to sleep but im still mad abt the nightbringer plot

lesson 12-16 but instead of belphie falling asleep with you make it dark nsfw

(vague descriptions of noncon under the cut. mdni.)

wherein he takes out his unresolved anger on you (look me in the eyes and tell me that he calmed down after that shit with beel Nah!! NO FUCKIN WAY theres a reason why belphegor is the more resentful of the two) while youre completely vulnerable and then he realizes that you probably can't feel much so he tries going into your dreams and the noncon gets worse because hey he can actually communicate with you now and see the effects of his nonconning in real time. (i'd imagine that curse keeps you from consciously moving your body while allowing you to still feel whats physically being done to you i hate interpreting shit through the vn format grr)

no more of those slow, gentle touches. no more of belphegor feeling a hand up the planes of your body and getting you nice and sensitive for him. just

belphegor tearing off your clothes, roughly pressing bruises and marks into your thighs as he spreads your legs apart and pushes into you.

belphegor manipulating and contorting your body into whatever position is most convenient for him to fuck you.

belphegor who doesnt bother to mind his claws as he grasps at you, leaving scabbed-over clawmarks on your hips, nape, arms— everywhere he can reach on your body, a mark for each and every time that you've lied to him and his brothers.

and dont even bother pleading with him, this isnt your belphegor. this is the belphegor who was cast out of the celestial realm not too long ago, the belphegor whos carrying his grief (and hatred of humans at the same time) close to his heart

just, cry harder and take his rough treatment like the pathetic human you are. it pleases a carnal side of him that hes now willing to embrace.

[alwaysscreamingsiren]

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[isattt]

Sunday devlog #28

it is sunday, my dudes

Gentle fall

finished remaking the bedroom background with something i am satisfied with

finished a mock design for the options menu + save + load + tutorial

changed some colors of the ui to look nicer with everything else

from the previous mock design i let a skeleton base of everything on figma

if you are wondering, yes i was playing skyrim and got this idea

Master of Masters:

halfway through implementing the script from viktor + changes to some parts + grammar/word choice changes

implemented the placeholder for mini transition animation (i still need to animate it)

redesigned viktor (he was a bit basic for me, which, there is nothing wrong with being, but being basic doesn't suit him)

also i did consider giving him coontails, if you are wondering :3

i spent a bit of my time to study about emo history so he could be more accurate, i think i never saw any emo love interest in a vn and as a glasses lover i understand very well what it is to be without a little meow meow... hope the emo lovers are satisfied! he is using candy bracelets, a studded belt and lowrise skinny jeans! sadly i don't know enough about emo music to give him a band shirt so i just gave him something tight since it is what 2000s emos liked to wear

[moonsideneon]

Auret Magylax!

28

He/Him

6'3" (ish)

Auret is a knight of the Magylax Guard, fighting to protect the islands from strange creatures that appear suddenly called "Tall Tales". He'd rather not have to fight for his life on the daily, but someone has to do it. The years of this have taken their toll on him.

In combat hes a skilled wild mage and swordsman, able to dispatch enemies with ease- though his hand lends a gentle touch as well, able to teach complex magic to even children. Hes kind and caring, but doesnt like getting attached to people. If you manage to stick around and hold your own he might just fall for you-

I plan on eventually getting a full story down that involves him and about 7 other characters, all about a set of islands plagued by monsters that appear out of nowhere. Your character wakes up there with no idea how they got there, why what looked to be a dinosaur tried to attack you, and why the hot furry thinks this is normal. VN adjacent but i dont have the skills (currently) to flesh one out LOL

[totalspiffage]

Casting Announcement: Whalefall

I’ve been cast in Whitethorn Games’ (Calico, Lake) upcoming RPG WHALEFALL as Kallista Greenbreeze!

Set in the ancient world of Osfeld, Whalefall is set in an original fantasy universe where roving gentle beasts roam the skies.  Once every century, a whale's life naturally comes to an end, and they fall gracefully to the ground in the Baleen Wastes, where conflict soon ensues over their valuable remains. Kallista is one of the Sumbion, who live in cities on the backs of the gigantic skywhales!

It features JRPG turn-based combat, Strategic RPG elements, and a VN-style dialogue and romance system!

I’m personally very excited about this game and it hits so many things I adore, and Kallista is so much fun to play, she’s very dear to my heart and I can’t wait for people to hear her!

There are 3 DAYS left on their Kickstarter!

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Lovers End Part 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, emotional abuse, threats, PTSD, minor depiction of violence, allusion to non-con, toxic reader and unhinged Bucky, death of minor characters.

Words: 1318.

Summary: Your marriage is falling apart, and you're done trying to save it when all your spineless husband does is crying at night when he thinks you can't hear him. Little do you know how horrifying Bucky can be.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

P.S. It's not me, it's magnificent @navegandoaciegas and her awesome ideas! Also inspired by TDDUP VN!

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Once you finished with the vacuum, you locked yourself in the bathroom with Bucky’s diary in your hands - it was the only place where you could bolt the door. Besides, he could hardly hear you crying from there.

His writing was becoming more and more chaotic: soon he had stopped keeping the dates, and all of it became some kind of never-ending essay about things he hated and feared. You could his mental health deteriorating with every page, and God, you were scared of him - and you pitied him, too. Sometimes you could spot your own name, and you cried when you read how much Bucky loved you. His feelings were gradually evolving into some kind of unhealthy obsession, but you were thankful they didn’t turn into intense hatred, considering the way you treated him up until now.

Reading about you tormenting your husband was something entirely different if you compared it with your own memories - or a lack of those - but the more you read, the more horrified with your actions you became. How did it happen? When did you turn from a supporting wife into a cruel fury ready to tear apart the only person you loved? When did you reach the point of no return? You supposed it could have been that day in December, but Bucky wasn't at fault. Not directly, at least, you thought when you considered his negligence and you working like a horse.

Maybe that terrible thing was just destined to happen to you, anyway.

Regardless, that was no the reason to treat Bucky like that. You could have left a long time ago, realizing where all this had been going, and it would still be better than living how you two lived now. Now you could see the true horror of the situation and what would inevitably happen if you didn't do anything to end it: Bucky could pull the trigger any moment now.

The only option you saw was leaving. Of course, in an ideal world you could ask him to visit doctor Romanova and make him confess he wasn't really following her instructions, help him get back on track and try to recover, but you knew this wasn't going to happen. Not when Bucky had almost suffocated you and locked you in the house. Why would he listen to you now, after everything that happened between you? He'd rather think you are doing this just to get rid of him, so you doubted he'd do what you asked him to. Now there were two ways out - leave or die.

You prefered the first one even knowing Bucky was obsessed with you. You could at least try, couldn't you? In the end, you would finish with a bullet in your head if you did nothing at all to fix all this.

You still couldn't believe it was happening to you. Weren't you a really, really good couple before? You remembered your ex-coworkers envying you when Bucky was visiting the office, a bouquet of wild flowers in his hands. He had always been kind and understanding, gentle, loving, cheerful; the best husband you had ever wanted, that very same prince you had been dreaming about. You loved him to the point of leaving your mother, the only family you had, just because you wanted to be with him. Because of that you were desinherited, but you didn't care as long as Bucky was with you.

Huh, all of a sudden you remembered the times when he was in the hot spot while you waited for him at home, every day waking up with a thought somebody would call and tell you Bucky's dead. It was your worst nightmare because of which you were afraid to go to sleep every night. You prayed for him to return safely, and the day when you received a notice of him losing his left arm, you were hysterical to the point your boss had to send you to the hospital to get help.

Oh, how happy you were the day he came back. Crippled, lost, desperate, barely able to function because of his PTSD but alive. You wanted nothing as much but for your husband to come home to you. That's why, even though the company you worked for went bankrupt and you could find nothing better but being a cashier in a local food store, you were ready to do whatever it took to help Bucky get back on his feet.

Was it too much for you? Were you too weak to go through all this for him? Apparently, you were. With months of constant hard work, insomnia because of the constant night shifts, inability to put food on the table, you forgot why were you doing all this. You forgot how much you loved him and he loved you. It all turned to ashes.

Hiding the diary beneath your bed, you did your best to wipe the tears and make yourself a bit more presentable - now you saw how terrible you looked with those dark circles beneath your eyes and wrinkles, bad skin, prominent blood vessels along the inside of your eyes because constant crying... You were a young woman, still, but you felt like your body was falling to pieces. It couldn't continue like that.

"Bucky, I have to leave." You told him once you approached your husband in the living room still sitting on the couch in front of TV with a blank expression.

However, once he heard you, his face clenched up, "Did you not hear me the first time I said it? You’re going nowhere."

Trembling, you tried to pull yourself together and even sat on the couch, your palms on your knees.

"Bucky, we're not alright. Let's admit it. Things aren't going to come back to how they were before... this. We won't get better."

You swallowed nervously, not looking at him, but Bucky fell silent, waiting for you to continue. You were sure he wasn't insane to the point he didn't understand what was happening.

"Please, let me leave. You can have the house if you want to, I won't take anything. I... I'll be sending you half of my salary until you get yourself a job."

Huh, you probably wouldn't be able to rent your own place with what was left, but maybe you convince your boss to let you sleep in the back room. Hell, even sleeping under the bridge was better than being murdered by your own husband.

When you saw him crawling towards you, you held your breath, "T-this is fair! You can have whatever you want!"

But he didn't stop, and before you could jump off the couch and ran, Bucky was already on top of you, his metal hand grabbing both yours and pining them above your head.

"I want you." He shook his head, sitting on top of you, his flesh arm caressing the curves of your body. "Maybe you're right and we can't go back. But we can do better."

"Get off, Bucky!" You desperately tried pushing him away, but all you did was fueling his desire. "GET OFF!"

"Maybe you'll love me again if I put a baby in you." He exhaled, nuzzling against the crook of your neck, and you frozen in fear and disgust, you eyes wet again despite all your efforts. "And we'll be a real family again."

"NO!"

You didn't know where that power to throw your beefy husband off you came, but you were already up, back on your unsteady legs and ready to fight him even he was going to try suffocating you or breaking your neck. You weren't going to let Bucky do... this to you.

Oh God. You wanted to never let him know of what had happened on the 14th of December, but you had no choice now.

"I've already lost my baby. I'm not doing it again."

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Visual Novels (VNs)

The free VNs I’ve played!

Our Life: Beginning & Always by GB Patch - one extraordinarily customizable romance route! the growth from childhood to adult, with queerness and gentle humor and a warm respect for each other.

Butterfly Soup by Brianna Lei - the teenage Asian-American experience, chaotic good friendships and falling in love and baseball shenanigans. story VN that can and will meme at you.

Dark Nights by pinlin - mystery horror romance, a clean digital art style. an MC who handles the supernatural situations with aplomb. 4 routes, good and bad endings. (I’ve played 3/4 routes)

Blooming Panic by robobarbie - dating sim in a fandom Discord server. the drama/personal issues of college-age/working adults. 4 routes, a good and bad ending each. bit self-indulgent, ig?

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Jack Jeanne Playthrough Part 3 (April 5)

1 month later. April 5th in the VN. Kisa is at Univeil and excited she passed the entrance exam. She runs into her childhood friend Yonaga who's also been accepted. He's shocked that Kisa is attending too, but before she can explain Suzu joins them, introduces one each other.

Quartz's theme is "transparency" where many inexperienced performers who haven't specialized yet tend to go.

Onyx = Jacks whose forte is in dance.

Rhodonite = Jeannes who specialize in song.

Amber is where talented and unique students gather.

Suzu theorizes Kisa would be in Rhodonite because of her appearance, himself in Onyx because his physical abilities make him more suitable for dancing than singing or acting. Yonaga would like to be in Quartz.

Yonaga: Quartz...would be nice.

Suzu: I get what you mean!

Yonaga: Huh?

Suzu: Tbh I enrolled in Univeil cause I really admire Tachibana Tsuki, the legendary Jackace of Quartz!

Kisa: ...!

Suzu: That's why I wanna be in the same class as Tachibana Tsuki...come to think of it, your last names are the same.

Kisa: (If people find out I'm related to Tsuki-nii, it might make it even easier for them to discover my identity...! But it might be better than lying poorly...)

Kisa: It's true. It's the same (nonchalantly)

Yonaga: ......

Suzu: Maybe you guys are distant relatives!

Kisa: *nervous laughter*

Yonaga cuts in and says they should go check which class they're in. Kisa thanks Yonaga for the save. Their year is the 78th class of Univeil. All 3 are in Quartz.

Kisa gets called to the headmaster's office.

Chuuza congratulates her and informs her about her admission. The only ones who know that Kisa is a girl is him, Quartz's homeroom teacher Enishi Rokurou, and now Yonaga, Kisa's childhood friend. Chuuza is surprised that someone who knew about Kisa enrolled in the school.

But if anyone else finds out that she's a girl, expulsion. But since a lot of students are feminine, she won't have to go out of her way to act and dress like a boy. He reminds her to build trust with the rest of the students, and aim to become a lead and aim for the top.

Kisa arrives to Quartz's homeroom late.

??: Yes, yes, come right in.

Kisa: (The teacher...? But he's in a student uniform.)

??: You were called in quite loudly during the school announcements. Did you run into any issues on the first day? Theft, robbery, manslaughter, extortion, coercion, or a bank robbery, perhaps...?

(Please watch the clip of this scene. Can you tell he and Furuta share the same VA? 😄)

Fumi: No one like that would be in our school, Kuro.

??: But wouldn't be great to have such a plucky 1st year around, Fuumin! All the world's a stage!

Fumi: And, if the cops came?

??: I concede! Law is what keeps society together.

Kai: ...you two are bothering the 1st years.

Kisa finds a seat by Suzu and Yonaga.

Neji Kokuto (3rd year, 76th class of Univeil) welcomes the 1st year students to Univeil and Quartz. Class leader-slash-scriptwriter-slash-director-slash...all kinds of other things! He provides an info-dump about Univeil for us.

5 performances in total: Rookie, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Univeil Exhibitions. The Rookie Exhibition is where the 1st years take the lead roles, which is going to be held May 30th. Today is April 5th, so less than 2 months remain. Most viewers will watch over them warmly,  but others will be more strict, like journal reporters, critics and avid Univeil fans. Neji will write a script to allow even novices like them to shine on stage. Casting will be announced mid-April. Upper years are also participating and support the 1st years.

Neji: If you have any questions, all you need is to ask. I'm sure all our seniors here will be more than happy to help you.

??: What, no way.

Neji: With some exceptions of course! Mwahaha. Mikki's a 2nd year now, you can be a little nice to your juniors, hm?

??: ...

Kisa notes he looks cute like a doll. Shirota Mitsuki, noted for his singing. He catches Kisa staring at him, and she apologizes.

Neji asks if anyone has any questions. You're given 3 options: 1) How casting is determined, 2) Type of training to be done, 3) No questions.

Casting is based on Neji's subjective judgment. Everything from how they're doing in lessons, campus life, the way they walk, talk, physique, voice, facial expressions. Essentially based on his intuition, which he uses to find gemstones in the rough.

Training I'll explain later, there's gameplay related to it.

Neji finishes his spiel and passes it on to Quartz's homeroom teacher, Enishi. Pretty low energy. Lessons start tomorrow. Class is dismissed.

Suzu meets Kisa outside the Quartz dorms and asks if she's ready to introduce herself to the other students. He notes it's hard to find people since Univeil is so large. They chat for a bit, Suzu asks Kisa to call him by his first name, so Suzu-kun it is.

Inside Yonaga's dorm. He's finished unpacking, though he's still yet to put away his books (on theatre). He asks how Kisa got into Univeil, and she explains what happened. Yonaga says he'll help Kisa to make sure she stays at Univeil. He's glad that Kisa is here with him.

Yonaga: Kisa-chan, about Tsuki-kun...

Kisa: I can't get in touch with Tsuki-nii, but I'm sure he's doing fine wherever he is. 

Yonaga: I see. Yeah, I'm sure he is.

(Isn't that sketchy? Maybe he turned into that weasel with the moon on its belly lol)

Kisa begins her search for the Quartz students. At the Univeil courtyard, Kisa hears Mitsuki singing.

"Within this chest of mine I dance, the rhythm of possibilities"

Kisa: (I'd heard he was lauded for his singing, but he really has a beautiful voice...the lyrics paint the scene in my head.)

Mitsuki: ...could you not stare at me like that? It's uncomfortable.

Kisa: Oh, I'm sorry!

Mitsuki: Oh, you again. The 1st year who came in late.

Kisa: Yes. My name is Tachibana Kisa. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Mitsuki: Huh...you've got a face like a girl.

Kisa: Eh? Y-yes, I suppose so.

Mitsuki: A high-pitch voice. A delicate figure. And a Jeanne at that. At least be aware of your own features.

Kisa: I-I'm sorry.

He sighs and introduces himself. 2nd year, 77th class of Univeil. A Jeanne and a tresor (songstress/diva) of Quartz. VA is Kajiwara Gakuto (Asta). Kisa compliments him on his singing.

Mitsuki: So you were eavesdropping.

Kisa: I-I'm sorry.

Mitsuki: Well, not like I care either way. Later.

Kisa: He left...I guess he doesn't really like interacting with people. But his voice really was beautiful.

(If I had to describe Mitsuki's tone, it would be similar to Kenma, but a bit more antisocial lol)

Kisa finds Kai in the forest, seemingly concentrating on something. She decides to come back later, but Kai notices her.

Kai: ...? Quartz's 1st year?

Kisa: Yes! I'm Tachibana Kisa.

Kai: I see, you're...

Kisa: Yes!

(awkward silence between the two)

Kai: Mutsumi Kai, 76th class of Univeil. I'm a 3rd year.

Kisa: So I should call you Mutsumi-senpai!

Kai: Kai is fine. You can call me that around other people too.

Kisa: But...

Kai: ...

Kisa: ...(agrees)

Kai: ...

Kisa: T-then, I'll call you Kai-san!

Kai: Okay.

Kisa notes Kai is the Jackace of Quartz. And since Tsuki was also the Jackace, that means he must be talented too.

Kai: I'm a vessel meant to garnish the Aljeanne. Nothing more, nothing less.

Kisa is confused by his statement. Convo ends.

Kisa runs into Neji next in the hallways. He enters a room then promptly comes back out.

Neji: Welcome!

Kisa: Ah!

Neji: What're you doing in a place like this?

Kisa: I'm going around introducing myself to everyone in Quartz.

Neji invites her into his workroom where he writes his scripts and plans his staging. But he also performs on stage, any male or female role, from a shining prince/princess to old grannies/gramps.

He's currently working on the script for Quartz, but he won't reveal it just yet. Kisa asks if the other class leaders write the scripts like he does, but Neji is a special case, who screenwrites, directs and performs.

Neji: Once you get carried away, you can't see what's going on around you. What we do has no end to it. Acting, dancing, singing, they're fields that you can pursue for a lifetime. You could reach the stars, or merely end up as a master of none. No matter how much time,  it will never be enough. It's a terrifying world out there. That's why it's so engrossing. The stage is a colossal device. The Jacks and Jeannes make up the gears, and I am the craftsman who pieces them together. Let's create a fantastic stage together, Tachibana-kun!

Neji must continue writing, and wishes Kisa the best for the Rookie Exhibition. (Neji definitely talks the most out of the main cast lol. And fast too, talks a mile a minute and tone varies hugely)

Kisa finds Fumi standing languidly in the middle of the dance room, taking deep breaths before beginning to dance. A Japanese-style dance where his movements are gentle, beautiful and brilliant. He comments on Kisa staring intently at him, just like during the entrance exam.

Kisa is surprised that Fumi remembered, despite the number of applicants.

Fumi: I remember you and the red-haired guy well cause you two danced so terribly.

Kisa: Oh...

Fumi: I'm just kidding. Though the red-haired guy really did suck.

Kisa introduces herself, and Fumi pauses at hearing the name Tachibana. 3rd year Takashina Sarafumi, 76th class of Univeil, but he prefers being called Fumi, no senpai honorific attached. Kisa ends up calling him Fumi-san.

Fumi: Let's have fun, Kisa. (leaves)

Kisa: It's overwhelming seeing him up close. So that's the power of an Aljeanne.

Kisa goes to her room excited for her new life at Univeil and retires for the night for her 1st day of classes tomorrow.

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