#vn cup

[futures3lf]

Me and my GF released a toxic-yuri horror visual novel: Absolutely Perfect Specimen!

"Absolutely Perfect Specimen is a horror-yuri visual novel about the android maid Pan and her master Dr. Amy G Dala. Follow Pan over the course of a year as she struggles with insatiable hunger and bizarre dysphoria, all while discovering her past and grappling with her dark future."

I put so damn much of myself into this story. Everything in my life surrounding love and sex and gender has culminated in writing this story with my beloved partner @ruinedpowers.

We made it together over the course of 3 months for the 2023 VN Cup. It's about a lot of things I think the average queer person has dealt with, but also really personal shit pulled straight from my struggle with gender dysphoria and the way it can leave you confused, scared and depersonalized.

It's pay-what-you-want, about an hour long read silently, has a shit ton of art in it, and a haunting, perfect score by my girlfriend @ruinedpowers. I really hope you give a shot.

Content warnings on the itch page.

"You will cry."

[mcq-heartmark]

my wii sports fan visual novel is out! snow day, a story about honesty and realizing that you're in love

available for free on windows, mac, linux and android link

[meansealevel]

Made this short yuri vn in a week for vn cup in 2022. I love her

[kastelpls]

this was pretty good. won't say too much except it explores consent and strength in interesting ways.

[goody-goody-gunshots]

Hiii I made a submission for the VN Cup it’s called RadiAngel !

Waking up from stasis alone with no memories years ago Em has made peace with living a calm quiet life in her bunker, until one day while watching the cameras she spots a woman who needs help. Letting her into her life and bunker Em changes both of their lives forever... 

https://zeddy-bear.itch.io/radiangel

[piglii]

Bernkastel, don't you think camera angles in anime can be a little... weird sometimes?

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Heyy do you mind if I give you recommendations for Yan VN?

YES.

[neko-shinigxmi]

    With a lil encouragement from @threadsun​, here’s my other two Sunny Day Jack fics! Both follow the canon story of the current, extended demo, and... For lack of an insert name, I’ve just used my own! (And if you enjoy these works, I also do commissions...?)

    For recommended reading...

.: First Meetings: Sunny Day Jack :. How that VHS tape ended up in the apartment in the first place...as well as the feelings leading up to the moment, and a little after it. Who knew puns made for a delightful icebreaker~?

.: Finding CloudyTown :. Aki and Jack have gotten to know each other very well. To the point that their relationship has become romantic... So what spurs them on to dig into the past of the SunnyTime Crew Show?

[ Minors + ageless blogs DNI. SWWSDJ is an 18+ game. ]

[956745]

[xoxoalette]

Um how would the twins react if mc yelled out 'rip my eyes out and f*** the socket" while they were fucking?

They would absolutely not enjoy that and would probably have to stop mid sex dawg

[turnthepagevn]

Robin: *being sweet and showering the mc with all his love*

mc: I don't know Ellie. I think he just likes me as a friend.

[very soft screaming]

[shadegamein]

Slowly this is getting filled with mock ups, just need a few more

[wooahaes]

id like to say a sincere thank you to vernon for writing splash (life is a beach) even if he never did a studio recording of it. someone translated it on twitter and i used that. i dont know what i would have done had the song not existed. sickness exists and i could have used that but the cursed alternate reality where that doesnt exist but bands boy does is the one im thinking about.

anyway. give daddy a heart attack, i guess.

[bastardwhoisnamedrat]

this shit sounds hilarious when i verbalize it so i might as well see if it transfers to text: i have TERRIBLE anxiety in relation to most interpersonal relationships, even longstanding ones like family. i can't text i can't call i can't talk first. this extends to a desire for what i'd like to call "socio-political overawareness" wherein instead of actually synthesizing information into anything even moderately important with my fucking needle head's worth of free time, i just. keep reading shit.

paper after pdf after paper and i can recite the information, yeah, but i can't DO shit with it. so i just get kicked into this gear of anxiety (that truly is my own fault) where i think i'll never know anything, i'll hover in this state of non-awareness and i'll never be able to help anyone like that.

it comes from an internal responsibility to take advantage of how much informaition is avaliable, but sadly i just lack the time to really dive into print resources in depth and this is SUCH a first-world problem, so to speak, so know it's really a non-issue like "ohh i can't understand world politcs fast enough oughh i don't understand historical tragedy :(" but also it just. upsets me.

[800-dick-pics]

I dont have anything rn!

I really need to replace my menstrual cup + other things asap. I lost a hefty chunk of my personal hygiene products and clothes after being attacked so if anyone could help me out with $50 bucks to get some hygiene products that would be amazing. Its kinda urgent so really anything is appreciated

CA: $sleepyhen or $grumblybear

VN: XochiRose or wildwotko

[mymelloii]

Mushroom Oasis Mycheal x !Sick Reader Oneshot

---Mushroom Oasis is a 16+ VN---

CW: Hypnotism (non maliciously)

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For the past three days, you've been grappling with what you and many others attribute to "allergies" brought on by the changing season. However, this term was entirely foreign to your partner, Mycheal. Explaining it proved challenging. "So, you get sick whenever you're near flowers and fungi?" he asked, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Uh, something like that. But don't worry, it's usually mild and doesn't compare to actual sickness," you reassured him.

Little did you know, this wasn't just your typical seasonal allergy. What initially presented as a stuffy nose gradually escalated into cold sweats and feverish temperatures. The morning you woke with these symptoms, you noticed the early hour—it was precisely 6 AM. Early for you, but not for Mycheal, who was already outside tending to his chickens. When you attempted to call out to him, only a hoarse whisper escaped your throat: "Mycheal."

Your throat somehow managed to be painfully dry while also feeling congested. and despite a heightened temperature, your body shook uncontrollably, as if encased in ice. Wrapping yourself in the handmade blanket Mycheal had crafted for you, you struggled to rise from the bed. "My—" Your body betrayed you, giving way before you could finish speaking, leaving you sprawled on the cold hardwood floor. Fortunately, Mycheal heard the fall and rushed inside to assist.

"Firefly!" Mycheal exclaimed, hurrying to your side and cradling you gently. "What happened?" he inquired, his brow furrowed with worry. "Everything hurts," you murmured, your voice barely audible. Concern etched across his face, Mycheal placed a hand on your feverish skin, "You're sick." He carefully lifted you back onto the bed, ensuring not to exacerbate your discomfort. "I'll fetch you some cold water, okay?" he offered, gripping your hand gently. "Please," you whispered.

"I'll be right back." He hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, rummaging through the shared collection of cups and bowls- selecting one he had crafted. Though during all of this he tried to stay calm, you could hear the anxiety in his steps as he came near. Upon returning, he draped his arm around you for support, offering the cup to quench your thirst. You drank every last drop, as though you were stranded in the desert for days on end. "Feel better?" You looked at him miserably with tears threating to fall. Although your thirst was quenched it only highlighted the rest of your pain.

"Firefly..." Mycheal set the empty cup aside, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "It's going to be okay. I'll take care of you." Overwhelmed, you began to cry softly, lamenting, "Everything hurts, and I can't do anything about it." Mycheal kissed your clammy forehead, rocking you gently. "Look at me," he implored, locking eyes with you. "Everything is going to be okay, you just need to calm down." The area around you suddenly became still, yet calm- almost as if he was lulling you with his voice. "But in order to get better, you're gonna need some rest." He said in a hushed tone, stroking your hair as he did. You could feel him setting you down back onto the bed as sleep quickly overtook you.

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It felt like mere moments before I was roused from sleep by Mycheal's return. As he entered with grocery bags in hand, I groaned, feeling utterly wretched. He smiled weakly, brushing hair from my face. "Don't worry, I got some medicine and a book on treating human sicknesses." His reassurance brought a small smile to my lips as he tenderly kissed my flushed cheek. "Let me prepare it for you, alright?" I nodded faintly, allowing him to step away momentarily.

He returned with water, a cold compress, and medicine in hand. Two pills—one white, the other translucent orange. Watching me closely as I sat up, he reassured, "This will make you feel much better, I promise." Trusting him, I swallowed the medicine with water. He smiled, guiding me back to bed and placing the cool cloth on my forehead. "I know it's cold, but it'll help with the fever," he explained, sitting beside me and ensuring I was comfortably tucked in the plush covers. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Mycheal's concern was evident as he observed me. I shook my head weakly, lacking the energy to eat. His expression softened. "Firefly, if you want to get better, you have to eat." His gentle plea persuaded me, and I relented, nodding in agreement.

He smiled, disappearing into the kitchen. As I lay there, the aroma of soup filled the air, comforting and familiar. Moments later, he returned with a tray containing my favorite soup and tea. Despite my feeble attempt to sit up, he gently coaxed me back down. "Let me take care of you today, if that's okay?" he requested, a blush tinting his cheeks. I nodded, curious to see his plan.

He spoon-fed me, blowing on each spoonful to cool it before offering it to me. The warmth of the soup was soothing against my aching throat, and I drank the tea eagerly. Afterward, as he attempted to tend dishes, I reached for his arm-grabbing his arm. "Stay, please," I implored, unable to bear the thought of being alone. With a tender smile, he settled beside me, pulling me close and wrapping his tail around me. "I'm here..." He whispered, "And I won't leave your side... ever." If you were in the right state of mind maybe you could have heard the tinge of possessiveness in his tone-but to you it only sounded like sweet nothingness. Closing your eyes you could feel him rub your back as you fell back into slumber.

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I hope you liked it °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° tysm for the support and such. Mycheal is from a VN called Mushroon Oasis created by deerspherestudios.