#Pocket Lover

[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! 

[hairmetal666]

Steve wins the bat plush at a fair when he's seven. He doesn't care about bats, but it's the prize for making all five baskets in the basketball game, so he gets the little bat. Its eyes are a little crooked and one wing is slightly smaller than the other, but it being lopsided sort of makes it cuter.

He and his dad, they're supposed to be going on rides now, but his dad's pager keeps going off. He puts Steve next to a funnel cake stand, tells him not to move, and goes in search of a pay phone. Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve is bored under the flashing lights and tinkling music. He wants to play not sit and wait.

Eventually, he drifts back towards the midway, watches the people rushing by, searches for a sign of his dad's return. His attention is caught by another boy at the basketball booth. He has to be about Steve's age, with a mop of dark curls on top of his head and a jean jacket that's slightly too big, sleeves flopping over his hands as he lines up his shots.

This boy, he's terrible at basketball. Every shot is too high or too short or goes wide, but he's trying. Even from this distance, Steve can see how hard he's trying. He uses up his five balls, fishes into his jacket pocket for more money, and gets five more.

He misses every shot. This time, when he goes back for more money, he comes up empty. Steve thinks he sees his lip shaking.

A man, one in a leather jacket and boots that Steve thinks look mean, comes up to the boy, drops a heavy hand on his shoulder. He's too far away to hear the conversation, assumes the boy asks to play again and the man's response is a shaken head and a tight smile. They walk away from the games, right towards Steve, who slinks back to the side of the midway, not wanting to be caught staring.

"What was it you wanted? That stupid bat? Just another piece of trash you wanna bring in my house." Steve hears as they pass.

The boy nods, but keeps his eyes down and to the side.

He feels bad then. Felt bad before, but now he looks at his own bat, at its funny eyes and poorly attached wings, and wishes he could hand it over to the boy who really wants it. Steve almost does, then, makes to go after them, but his dad appears, dropping a hand to Steve's shoulder and saying, "ready to hit those rides?" And he knows the opportunity is gone, knows his dad will say it's too soft, not what men do.

Steve manages to lose himself for a while in the swirling lights and funhouse music and carnival rides, forget about the little bat in his back pocket and the boy who wanted one so desperately. But then his dad's pager goes off some more, he goes back to the pay phone, and Steve ducks into the low brick building that houses the bathrooms.

His eyes immediately land on the same boy from the basketball game. His eyes are red, face damp, obviously from tears, and Steve just--

"Here." He shoves the bat into the boy's chest.

For a second, the brownest eyes Steve's ever seen widen at him, before narrowing in a harsh glare, the boy's teeth barred.

"Why?" He snarls.

Steve thinks he may regret every choice that led him to this but he says, he says, "Because I want you to have it."

The boy blinks a few times, hand reaching out to gently pinch the bat's smallest wing. "You sure?"

Steve nods and the bat is slowly withdrawn from his grasp.

"No takesies-backsies?"

"It's yours."

The boy looks at the bat in awe, and Steve says, "see? It already looks happier with you."

The boy's beaming smile is cut-off by a voice calling from the door, "you in there,? I ain't got time to be waiting for your boohooing."

"Coming!" The boy carefully tucks the bat into an inner pocket of his jacket. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes big and glistening and happy, before he disappears out the door.

---

13 years later, give or take a few months, and Steve stands in the cracked shell of a bisected trailer, rummaging through what remains of a life well-lived, searching for anything whole. He's already found a few undamaged mugs and clean hats, but this room--it took a lot of damage. The brunt of it, really. Some sick sort of joke, after everything.

It's mostly rubble in here, scraps of fabric; slivers of notebook paper, magazine, poster; crumbled shards of vinyl and cassette plastic. A few times he comes across the disembodied limb of one of those dnd figures, and something weird happens to his throat.

In the far corner there's half of a dresser collapsed into itself, and he shuffles through the debris to see what he can find. There's something, soft and black, just the edge of it, peaking out from under half of a drawer face. He pulls it out, careful as can be and it's--it's a plush bat. It's a little dirty, but unharmed, though its eyes are a little wonky, and one wing is smaller than the other.

He holds it and he stares and he has to brace himself against the wall. It can't be--it's not the same one--but he remembers those big brown eyes and the curls and--

"Harrington," a warm, rich voice calls from what's left of the hallway. "You get lost in there?"

Eddie shuffles in, slow, careful with his crutches. And it--it took so long, months and months of convalesce and physical therapy, still physical therapy, but he's here. He's alive. He's perfect. And the something blooming between them, it's not spoken yet, but it's there, growing, and now, now--

"Oh my god, you found Lilith! I thought she was toast."

"Lilith?" He's still cradling the little lopsided bat in his hands, but moves closer to hand it over to Eddie.

"Yes, Lilith." Eddie takes the bat, presses it to his chest. "The first boy I ever loved gave her to me."

His heart turns over in his chest and when he swallows his throat clicks. Eddie doesn't notice, he's smiling softly at the bat, at Lilith, but then, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"First boy you ever loved?" He says. He thinks he sounds normal.

Somehow, Eddie's smile grows even softer. "Yeah. Roan County Fair, years ago. Tried to win her, but--" he clicks his tongue--"never had great hand-eye coordination. And then this kid just gave her to me out of nowhere. I used to think I was going to marry him."

"And now?"

Eddie laughs. "I grew up, Steve."

And for a second, he doesn't know what to say, but then, "I was right then, huh? That she'd be happier with you."

He stares at Steve, those same big brown eyes, wide and glistening. "Steve that was--Steve?" Eddie presses a hand over his mouth, overcome, before launching himself into Steve's arms. The crutches clatter to the floor, but Steve has him, will always have him, no matter what.

"I can't believe you kept her," Steve whispers.

"God, I carry her everywhere. She's Corroded Coffin's mascot, and you--Steve, I can't believe that was you."

"Surprise," he bumps Eddie's forehead with his.

They hold each other in the center of the destruction, but none of that matters right now, not when it feels like every moment since they very first met as children was leading them to this.

From the other half of the trailer, they hear footsteps, chattering, Wayne and Robin and Dustin, but Steve wants this to last a little longer.

"So, marriage...that still off the table?"

Eddie laughs softly, nuzzles his face against Steve's neck. "Are you kidding, sweetheart? No way I'm letting you go."

[lfoxi-draws]

Lover boy

[ninyard]

I think it would’ve been funny if in the twitterverse outing thing Andrew’s next tweet had been “gay hot pockets”

Andrew would post a picture of Neil’s ass in a pair of jeans and caption it “hot pockets”

Right after retweeting the hot pockets meme

[twiggiesketches]

I'm really normal about ✨them✨

[mushroomhellx]

It’s official I made her pocket sized

[lookmomitsmytmblr]

My brain was hijacked by a concept: Tendonna with Parks and Recreation quotes

I don't know whether to apologize.

[irlmumrik]

gifts

[xenosagaepisodeone]

[yujrioz]

Shin Yechan ♡ Moonrise MV

[ambeauty]

My friend finally finished the Bear months after I told her to watch it so I got her final thoughts! First mention was Richie which like fine he has the best character development of the season but let’s get to the goods. I asked her what she thought about Sydney and Carmy’s partnership? I didn’t want to hound her with like do you think they are in love? Soulmates? Twin flames?? Just wanted her general reaction and she said Carmy is going to screw Sydney over and she’s going to become his competitor 😨😨😨 I GASPED!!!!

All the metas and theories I’ve read or thought of this idea has never come across before and I am SHOOK! Because it’s not completely impossible! If Carmy doesn’t get his shit together and if the big fight ends horribly and does not actually resolve anything Sydney could exit his life for good?!?! And because she’s so ambitious and probably spiteful I could see her pushing to open her own thing! And probably taking some of the Bear crew with her 😨

And the best thing about his happening is that it could all be happening while they very much still have feelings for each other! NOW I’m obsessed with the idea of them being nasty competitors (we know how competitive Carmy can get based on what Luca said) he’d do it out of spite for sure but they are very much in love with each other!!!! On some real there’s a thin line between love and hate! You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires!!!

Ok I’m just gonna go scream in my pillow now 😭

[gay-strawberry]

charles looks so much like a fairy i lose my mind everytime hes on the screen like ??? where did they even find that man ?? idek how the og character is suppose to look like but: thats a 10/10 casting choice

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Jeanne Rejaunier with Lu Ann Horstman - Astrology For Lovers - Pocket - 1971

[shadowqueenjude]

“Elain should have a choice!” The Lady of Autumn’s choice was Beron. Just saying…💀

[loserboyfriendrjl]

Quidditch Rivals enemies to lovers Dorlene hcs bc I can picture this moment so clearly in my head where Marlene is ranting about stupid Dorcas and her stupid perfect hair, and her stupid perfect smile, and her stupid perfect everything and I really want to hear your hcs about it (if you have any)

not only are they rivals on the pitch, but they’re rivals in class, too. the difference between them is that dorcas actually puts effort in her studies, meanwhile marlene has a great memory, but sometimes it fails her, and meadowes is right during class while she isn’t

they always glare at each other while on the pitch. whether they’re training together or during a match, they are always staring at each other

when dorcas got assigned as the slytherin team captain, marlene was FURIOUS. she was not jealous that she hadn’t gotten captain, but why did meadowes have to get it?

whenever gryffindor wins, marlene goes out of her way to take the piss out of dorcas, to rub it in her face that her team won, and that slytherin lost

because she likes seeing dorcas riled up, but dorcas knows better than to show her how she really feels under that cool and collected facade

whenever slytherin wins, however, dorcad just gives marlene a superior smirk, and marlene is SEETHING. it’s even worse than when she makes fun of dorcas, because that superior smirk is annoying her to no end

because sirius and james go together to the pitch, marlene is accompanied by mary, to whom she sometimes talks before practice or before matches

sometimes about classes, sometimes about how horrible meadowes is

and said conversations about meadowes and how annoying she is turn into how stupidly perfect she is for literally no reason and mary’s like 😐

she just needs to figure out that she has a big fat crush on her rival that’s all