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Resonance in Orbit: DEMO out now!

Welcome aboard The Harbinger!  

We hope your stay is pleasant. Please find the safety manual in your complimentary first aid kit.

Resonance in Orbit is a romance/scifi visual novel where you take on the role of interpreter during a high-stakes peace conference.

If negotiations go smoothly lives will be saved, and not unimportantly: this is going to be a huge boost for your rank in LexiCorp. Promotion, here you come. 

Spending a few months squeezed into close quarters with some crew you don't know is a small sacrifice in comparison.

Except-

When you get to the rendezvous point things don't quite go as planned. And you know what they say: 

the road to intergalactic warfare is paved with good intentions...

play it here!

This demo features:

☆ A thrilling sci-fi story set in the stars

☆ Choices that matter; have your actions and relationships with others shape the story

☆ Choose your name and pronouns, and choose the appearance of your MC

☆ A diverse LGBTQ+ cast

☆ Collectible CGs

☆ A fun chat system

Content warnings: fantasy violence, strong language, screenshakes, sexual themes and language.

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I love you rain your blog is like my home away from home

♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

AHHH YES!!

Come in my children grab a snack sit by the fireplace!!!!!! I’m making cookies I love you all!!

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Phainon and his not so subtle attempts at courting I suppose

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I’m sorry…. A SECOND AND FUCKING THRID???? The amount of money I’d pay for this stuff is NOT ok

Date 5 was amazing! Feel free to ignore ofc but Is the blog going to end when the game is finished?

Thank you for all your hard work! /gen

It may go on a break/hiatus while I focus on other projects. But if all goes well, I would like to make a second and third Duality game. But no promises, since those may require funding.

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WHAT I DIDNT NOTICE THIS I GOTTA TRY IT OUT NOW

Night...nigth are you ok?! Holy shit i swear every damm decision changes the Keith dairy,each damm time EVERY ONE

Blink twice if you're kidnapped in someone basement night,i promise to help

I am my own prisoner /lh

I like making the choices matter! It makes exploring the game overall a better experience imo.

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Oh my GODDDDDDD RAHHHHHHH

Date 5 Is Here!

The wait is over! Date 5 is out featuring:

30k words, 4 hours of playtime

17 new CGs

15 erotic scenes, including 6 hidden BDSM ones

Each erotic scene has both an afab and an amab version

3 fluff scenes

Updated sprites

Updated backgrounds

Play it HERE!

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i miss him :(( || hope the dialogue isnt too ooc ,,

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WOOOOO

Just two days left until the update!! How are we feeling?

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YES LIU 🙏🎉

You know when you get angry and it just kinda adds more fuel to the fire? Gives you more air under your wings? Yeah…

Nina, Jane, Liu, and Cody will all be included in my headcannon posts from here on out. If you want more than that, request them in your ask!!! I have a new lust for life at the moment

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THIS IS SO CUTE

Do u guys think that when sunday starts expressing himself around the express more his wings kind of end up acting like a dog's tail?? Like imagine complimenting this man and he responds with a soft "thank you" only to be hit by 300 mph winds with how frequently his wings start flapping bc hes just THAT happy.

Like imagine saying keywords on topics he knows and watching his wings perk up like saying "treat" in front of an excited dog.

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Knock knock, Cupid come to send you an arrow of love or maybe...his LOVE? 💌

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Fan Behavior

Ronin x Reader (Killer Chat)

premise: Going for a walk around Uptown one night, Ronin sees a man talking to someone in an alleyway. Not liking the man’s tone, Ronin watches for a bit. A scream emits from the darkness; he finds you covered in blood.

word count: 1255 

warnings: violence and murder typical of killer chat, brief sexual harassment, spoilers for Ronin’s route, possibly ooc

Heavy, spiked boots are deathly quiet on asphalt as the Devil’s Butcher prowls the streets of Uptown. He’s already made a stop at Purgatory, and he’s now basking in the pale moonlight. Almost lazily, Ronin’s eyes flit around at the buildings and alleys surrounding him. The streets are almost empty tonight.

Almost.

A man is standing up ahead, gazing into the darkness of an alleyway. Ronin halts in his tracks, a few meters away; he ducks behind a building, watching.

“What’s someone like you doing in there?” The man grins into the shadows.

A voice responds. “Nothing.”

Eyeing up whoever was hiding in the darkness, the man’s smile widens unnervingly. Ronin’s eyebrows furrow, his hand reaching towards his bag to get his crowbar. He stays quiet.

The creep hacks up a laugh. “Well, baby, you look like a doll to me. Wanna get played with like one?” He utters before disappearing into the shadows himself. 

Ronin quickly follows, crowbar in hand. A scream echoes through the alley’s walls. 

He turns the corner, his crowbar raised. His eyes widened.

Collapsed on the ground lies the man breathing heavily. Crimson pools around him, his own hands clawing at his chest. Any attempts to scream or curse seem an impossible feat as he chokes on his own blood. A figure stands above him, their phone raised and giggles racking through their body. 

Ronin’s breath hitches. 

“Darlin’?”

You whip around, eyes wide. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Ronin raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Really? Cause it looks to me that you got an art project with ya.”

Internally, you begin to curse. Of course Ronin would find a way, intentionally or not, to ruin your hard work. It had taken months to gather the courage and make the plans before seeing your kills through. This was meant to be the last night before you would finally confess to Ronin that you had taken his advice.

You had sacrificed so many in the devil’s name. Your hands were stained crimson for the devil. Another giggle bubbles up as your brain works overtime; you can’t be too shocked that Ronin appeared, all the bloodshed was to draw him to you. And apparently the summoning had worked.

The man on the floor tries to scream again; blood bubbles up from his open throat. Grumbling, you pick up the weapon lying by his head and lunge at him once more.

The breathing stops. Ronin snorts.

The butcher walks up to the body, kicking it with his black boot. “When’d you pick up the hobby?” 

Frowning at the blood on your clothing, you sigh. “...this was supposed to be a surprise.”

Dark eyes bore into your figure, eager to hear more.

You begin your confessional. “...I started a couple months ago. I decided to take your advice.” Splashing into the blood puddle, red further stains your clothes. “…it sounded kinda fun too.” 

“Aw, I didn’t know I was that influential.” He grins like a shark, quickly making his way to your side. His hand reaches to tousle your hair.

You swat his hand away. “But! This was all supposed to be a big surprise and you’ve ruined it!” You pout. “I’ve been collecting pictures of all my kills. I did all of this for–”

You freeze, realizing what you're about to admit. You stare at the butcher from the corner of your vision. 

He looks right at home in the gore and grime of the alleyway. Moonbeams cradle his face; he appears almost otherworldly. The devil’s body language is casual, as if you two had met in a coffee shop and were making small talk. But his gaze matches the blackness of the night sky. His eyes are fixated on your every movement and mannerism.

“Go on, darlin’. Confess your sins to the devil.” Only a small smirk graces his features. You know a toothy grin is threatening to crack his face open. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I did it all for you.”

Ronin feels his heart beat faster in his chest. He ignores the new warmth spreading across his face. “Aren’t you fuckin’ adorable,” he grins. His figure looms over yours. “When do I get to see those pretty pictures?”

Scoffing, you look away. The warmth on your face matches his. “I could send them to the server now. If you want.”

His grin widens.

Now laughing, you begin to create your first post to #killer_shit. You include pictures of all your previous murders. Selfies of yourself covered in blood, mutilated corpses, guts spilled onto pavement. Your finger hovers over the ‘send’ button. 

“Wait,” you look over at Ronin, who has taken to removing the man’s eyeballs and squishing them in his hands. “I wanna commemorate this.”

He chuckles darkly, and in a few quick steps he’s by your side again. An arm wraps around your shoulders as he leans into you, half-lidded eyes gazing into the camera. The corpse lays motionless behind you both. Smiling, you snap the photo. With a few more taps, you send the photos to the Slaughterhouse Losers.

[user]

Been having some fun lately!!

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HOLY SHIT WE GOT @/user KILLS???

THESE ARE AMAZINGGGG

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Ooo, incredible knife work in the second picture!

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Really @/goreboy? You couldn’t leave them alone?

I’ll have to keep more of an eye on you, @/user. But…the photos are fascinating. 

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😊❤️.

[Eviscerator1990]

Agreed. This Is Talented Work.

[Angelic]

Ronin, I hope you’re not pushing them too hard 😭

But I’m glad you’re opening up to us @/user! 🤍

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You’re 🫵😩 fucking ❌scary 😱😥bro ❤️‍🔥

Heaving a sigh, you slide down the brick wall behind you. Ronin quickly drops down by your side. “So,” he starts, smiling wide. “How’s it feel being one of us?”

You hum softly. “Is it weird if I say it’s not that weird?”

He cackles, leaning into you again. “Oh, darling, how far you have fallen.”

His smile softens as his laughter subsides; the devil almost appears at ease. Softly, he takes your hand in his and guides it to his lips. A faint kiss is pressed into the back of your hand before he withdraws it, rubbing comforting circles instead. “My rotten fallen angel.”

Blush blankets your face at the unexpected gesture. Burying your face into his shoulder, you scream internally.

He only chuckles and pulls you closer. A grin snakes its way onto his face again. “Although, you could use a little more practice. Find your signature style. I see room for improvement, darlin’.”

You shove him playfully, barely hiding your own smile. “Be quiet, Beaufort.”

“Maybe some messages drawn out in blood? Paint the corpses some wings?” Ronin continues, purposefully ignoring you. His eyes sparkle with mischief.

“...shut up.”

“But I still want that aorta, baby. Don’t deny the devil his dues.”

You glare at him. He smirks back.

“Close your eyes, I’m gonna make you shut up.”

With a low whistle, he grants your wish. “Damn, sweetheart. What’re you gonna do to me? Bleed me, punch me, the possibilities are–”

His sentence stops at the sensation of soft lips on his temple, and Ronin’s eyes shoot open. A toothy smile appears again. 

“Oh, darling,” the Devil’s Butcher leans closer to your flushed face. “You’re never gonna get me to shut up. I’m your shoulder devil, remember?”

You feel his breath against your ear. “You’ll never get rid of me.” He drawls.

His lips devour yours. A metallic tang floods your senses. 

You could get used to this.

a/n: this is my first killer chat fic, i hope you liked it!! im hoping to post more in the future; any criticism or feedback is appreciated! <3 take care!!

Ribbon dividers by cursed-carmine

Fic title from song - fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar

link to ao3 crosspost

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ronin coming home from work and walks in on his darling trying on his clothes 🙏

“Ain’t That a Sight.”

The front door creaks open.

It’s late—too late, honestly—but that’s how it always is. A long night. A mess to clean up. The kind of work that leaves blood drying under his nails, even if he washed his hands twice on the way back.

Ronin rolls his shoulders, tossing his coat onto the hook, boots hitting the floor with that heavy thunk-thunk of exhaustion. He smells like the city—smoke, asphalt, something coppery clinging to his skin—but home is warm. Light seeps under the bedroom door. You’re still awake.

And damn, he hopes you’re waiting for him.

Not that you’d admit it, of course. You’d huff, roll your eyes, maybe throw a pillow at his head if he asked. But he knows you. Knows your tells. Knows the way you stay up, keep a lamp on, pretend you’re just reading or scrolling on your phone when really, you’re listening for the door.

Because, deep down, you worry.

It’s cute.

He’s halfway through when he hears it. A rustle. The soft swish of fabric.

Ronin stills.

The bedroom door is cracked open. The closet door too. And inside—

Well. Ain’t that a sight.

You, standing in front of the mirror.

Draped in his clothes.

The sleeves of his shirt are too long, hanging past your fingertips, swallowing your hands whole. His coat is slung over your shoulders, the hem brushing your calves, the weight of it too much, too heavy for you to wear right—but fuck if you’re not trying.

And you don’t see him yet.

You’re too busy turning, checking yourself out, Like you’re wondering what it feels like to be him.

Something slow and dangerous curls up Ronin’s spine.

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, grinning.

"Hell," he drawls, voice deep and pleased. "Didn’t know I was gettin’ robbed tonight."

You freeze.

And he drinks it in—the way your shoulders jolt, the way your hands tighten in the fabric, like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

Slowly, slowly, you turn your head.

Your eyes meet his in the mirror.

"...I thought you were gonna be home later," you say, and your voice is casual—too casual, like you’re playing it off, like you weren’t just rolling around in his damn identity like a cat in sunbeams.

Ronin chuckles, pushing off the doorframe. "Changed my mind. Lucky me, huh?"

Your face scrunches, pretending to be annoyed. "Lucky you?"

He hums, stepping closer. His hands find your waist—warm, solid, there.

"Mmhm," he murmurs. "Real lucky."

And then, because he can’t help himself, he leans in—mouth brushing against your ear, slow and deliberate, his voice dropping to something dangerous.

"So tell me, sweetheart," he purrs, "do I look better on you?"

Your breath hitches.

For a second, you don’t answer. Maybe you can’t.

He sees it—the way your fingers clutch the hem of his shirt, gripping it like you need something to hold onto. The way your throat bobs, just a little. The way heat crawls up your neck.

And he loves it.

He loves the way you look in his clothes. Loves the sight of you wrapped up in him, drowning in the weight of something that’s always meant to carry him, but now—now it’s carrying you.

"Shut up," you mumble, weak, breathless.

Ronin grins.

"Not a chance."

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You try to move past him. A mistake.

Ronin’s quicker, arms looping around your waist before you can escape, tugging you back flush against his chest.

"You know," he murmurs, voice warm against your neck, "you really do pull it off."

You fidget, shifting against him, trying so hard not to react. "I wasn’t trying to—"

"Sure you were," he interrupts, smirking. "And it’s workin’ for you."

Your lips part, but no words come out. You’re flustered. Flustered.

God, he could eat you alive.

But then—he softens. Just a little.

Because the way you’re standing, the way you’re holding onto his sleeves, fingers curling in the fabric like it’s some kind of comfort—this isn’t just teasing for you, is it?

Ronin lets his chin rest on your shoulder, voice dropping to something quieter.

"Feels nice, huh?"

You swallow. "...What does?"

"Wearing my stuff." His fingers trace along your hip, light and lazy. "S’like a hug you don’t have to ask for."

There it is. That little flicker of vulnerability you’re trying to hide.

It makes something in him ache.

"Yeah," you admit, so soft he barely hears it. "S’comfy."

Ronin exhales through his nose, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"You can keep it, you know," he murmurs. "Hell, I’ll give you one that actually fits."

You scoff, but there’s no bite in it. "That defeats the whole point."

He laughs. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

And maybe—just maybe—you press back into him a little. Let yourself lean against his warmth, let your fingers uncurl from his sleeves to touch him instead.

He definitely notices.

Ronin’s hands tighten on your waist.

He grins, nuzzling into your hair. "Damn, Darlin. If you wanted to smell like me that bad, you coulda just asked."

You groan, shoving him half-heartedly. "And you had to ruin it."

He laughs again, pulling you closer, tucking you into him.

"Nah," he murmurs. "Just makin’ it better."

Ronin could tease you forever. Could stand here, holding you, feeling the weight of his own clothes against your skin, dragging this moment out just to watch you squirm.

But something about this is soft. Different.

Yeah, he flirts like it’s a sport, but this? This isn’t just some game. You’re wrapped in him, drowning in his scent, looking at him like—like maybe you like this too. Like maybe you feel it.

So instead of another joke, another sharp grin, he just… sighs.

Pulls you in closer.

His hands skim your waist, fingers curling into the leather. "Y’know," he murmurs, voice lower now, softer, "you really do look good in this."

You make a noise, something half-flustered, half-unconvinced. "You’re just saying that."

He scoffs. "Nah. I don’t just say things." A pause, a smirk curling at his lips. "I do things."

And then, deliberately, slowly, he leans down—presses a kiss just below your ear, lingering just long enough to feel your breath hitch.

Your fingers tighten in his shirt. "Ronin."

"Mm?"

"...That’s cheating."

He chuckles against your skin. "Yeah? What exactly am I cheatin’ at, sweetheart?"

"You know what."

Ronin grins, brushing his nose along your jaw, another slow, lazy kiss at the corner of your mouth, dragging it out, letting the anticipation settle deep. "Dunno."* Might need you to spell it out for me.*"

You groan, shoving at his chest again—but this time, you don’t mean it. Your hands stay there, fingers splayed over his ribs, holding him instead of pushing him away.

"You’re impossible," you mutter.

"And yet." He presses his forehead to yours, hands sliding from your waist to your back, keeping you right there. "Here you are. Wrapped up in my clothes. Lookin’ like you belong to me."

You hesitate. Not because you disagree—but because you don’t.

And fuck, if that doesn’t make something tighten in his chest.

He swallows. Lifts a hand, fingers brushing the side of your face, gentler now. Less teasing.

"Keep ‘em," he murmurs.

You blink. "What?"

"My clothes." He tugs at the jacket’s collar, lips ghosting over your temple. "They’re yours now."

Your breath catches. Just for a second.

"...You’re serious?"

Ronin nods, kissing your forehead, lingering like he means it. "Dead serious."

You hesitate—but only for a moment.

Then your arms loop around his neck, pulling him into a hug so tight it knocks the air right out of him.

Ronin laughs, stumbling back a step, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t mind at all. He just tucks you against him, holding you just as tightly, cheek pressed against the top of your head.

"You’re ridiculous," you mumble into his chest.

You don’t answer, but the way you hold onto him? The way you stay wrapped up in his clothes, in him?

Yeah.

He knows.

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kinda good guys that seem like kinda bad guys

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CUPID ART WOOOOO

WOOHOOO the game is fundedd!!!! AND CUPID DLC LETS GOOOOOO

Cupid from Love Cupid by @atelieronthemoon

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Hey, just wondering which of the creeps you headcanon as lgbtq+?

These are just my headcannons for the characters themselves! This excludes them in my other x reader writings.

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✦ . jeff the killer

Bisexual, heavy masc-leaning.

Jeff gives “Am I gonna kill you or am I gonna kiss you? Guess we’ll find out,” energy no matter who you are. He thrives on chaotic spurts of emotion, feeding off of adrenaline and discourse.

He definitely flirts with anyone who keeps up with his teasing. His relationships are based more on vibe than gender, he couldn’t care less what’s in your pants as long as you’re able to keep up with him mentally and physically.

Would hate labels but also lowkey love how “bi” pisses off the homophobes. “What, you think just cause I stabbed a guy I didn’t wanna kiss him first? Don’t flatter yourself.”

✦ . ticci toby

Pansexual & demiromantic.

Toby is emotionally guarded, but when he loves? He loves deep. He doesn’t care about gender, connection and intensity are what draw him in.

He struggles to name his feelings, but once he trusts someone, he falls hard. “I didn’t plan on liking anyone. But then there you were.” And it’s not about what you are—it’s who you are.

✦ . eyeless jack

Gay (but emotionally repressed).

Jack has a masculine preference and a complicated past. He feels more than he admits. Likely had a closeted relationship in school before his transformation.

Now? He buries his attraction deep beneath logic, science, and distance—but you’ll see it in the way he lingers when he stitches you up. “My condition changed a lot of things. But not who I… admire.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Bisexual with a lot of internalized shame.

Tim struggles to define himself, including his sexuality. Had experiences with men he never talked about, but found himself in a constant back and forth of hating and liking people in general.

May have suppressed feelings for male friends before things went dark. He hates feeling vulnerable, so any attraction outside the norm makes him skittish. “It’s not about labels. I liked who I liked. But that was then.” Not very big on making emotional connections anymore.

✦ . hoodie (brain thomas)

Queer/questioning, very fluid.

Brian is subtle and observant—and quietly queer. He likely never got a chance to explore before becoming a proxy, but you get the sense he was always “a little different.”

He doesn’t define his sexuality, but he knows what pulls him in—and it’s often not about gender. “People are too obsessed with definitions. I just want connection. Peace. A spark.” Could give two shits what anyone has to say either.

✦ . kate the chaser

Bisexual, maybe slightly femme-leaning.

Kate has a strong femme presence but definitely isn’t picky. She likes power, confidence, vulnerability—no matter the package.

She might’ve been with girls before and just never mentioned it. Doesn’t talk about her sexuality but wouldn’t deny it if asked. “Yeah, I’ve kissed girls. Slept with a few too. You jealous?”

✦ . ben drowned

Pansexual + Gender Nonconforming.

Ben gives big pan energy but in a “I have no idea what gender this thing is, but I’m turned on by it,” way. Prefers people who treat him like a real person, regardless of identity.

Dresses and acts however he wants—gender norms mean nothing to him. He’s literally pixels. Probably jokes about being your “digital boyfriend/girlfriend/enbyfriend.” “Sorry, sweetheart, the only binary I care about is the coding kind.”

✦ . clockwork

Lesbian.

Yes she dated Toby, yes don’t bring it up. Natalie reads super lesbian-coded, and in the most flannel wearing, car-shop working way ever. Has strong emotional + romantic leanings toward women.

Probably had a very intense first love with a girl she lost. Doesn’t label herself out loud, but she lights up around strong, soft, female energy. “I’ve only ever felt safe with women. Everything else… always felt like pretending.”

✦ . laughing jack

Pansexual, flamboyantly queer.

Jack is a walking queer-coded fever dream. He flirts with everyone for fun but has a real soft spot for eccentric, gender-bending partners. A part of him doesn’t even understand why people care about gender.

His vibe? “Gender is a costume, darling.” “Oh please—I’ve seduced demons, clowns, angels, and corpses. You think your pronouns scare me?”

✦ . slenderman

Asexual, Aromantic-coded but curious.

Slender doesn’t need romantic or sexual intimacy—but he’s not unfeeling. He connects on a deeply spiritual level. Gender and orientation are below his plane of existence.

But with the right person? He explores… softly, curiously, almost reverently. “You intrigue me not for what you are, but how you exist. So human. So fragile. So luminous.”

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