#I'M NOT OKAY T_T

[snarkspawn]

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[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[lilacprose]

𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 | 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

summary; In a dark, small cell on the Star Fighter, Vader enters. On his knees, his helmet off, eyes on her... word count; 1,040 words a/n; The indulgence is selfing. He's still Vader with the armour but not burned. ROTS-era hair. Yea... 😳 May or may not be inspired by this specific photo. oop-. Shoutout to the best of the best @itsladyliv who always got my back, and @crumblekitty who beta-read this fic (we sure had a Time™ brainstorming this). content includes; Vader on his knees doing you-know-what (oral) to fem!reader. Nothing too graphic, more atmospheric than smutty (but smutty nonetheless). Written in third person with no use of y/n. Minimal dialogue. Minors can look away, there's nothing to see here.

Smooth metal beneath the tips of her fingers. Nails and fingertips digging through the grooves others before her had created. Sensing a piece of them with each scratching motion. Scared. Terrified. Innocent. Guilty. Straightening out the fabric of her long white skirt, she contemplated which one of those belonged to her. Scared when they dragged her, terrified when her face got covered. A white masked “guilty” before doors closed behind her.

And then darkness. It lifted from her head only to engulf her again in the small cell. But instead of marching footsteps, the galaxy gently hummed outside her window. She couldn’t make out anything. A stream of white light illuminated the room, cutting it in two. A straight line between her and emptiness.

She draws a deep, questioning breath. How long was she going to stay here? Long enough for her vision to remember these four walls? Long enough for this bench to become a permanent piece of her? Her hands move on either side of her, her grip tightening on the edge of the bench for a moment. She taps her fingertips mindlessly on the cool metal surface and sighs.

Interspersing the galactic hum, there were sudden footsteps. Heavy. Leather boots sounding like they could be full of metal. Making haste to the door. When the door flies open, she sits up straight. Turns her head. It was only breaths she could hear. Echoing, echoing, echoing. Her eyes began to adjust to the towering presence in the room. Darth Vader was enormous, making the room seem so much smaller than it already was.

He walks to the corner opposite her, past the white light. Something clicks. The breathing suddenly stops. She sees Vader’s shadowy hands reach for the helmet and lift it off his head. Her eyes had gotten used to the dark by now. Adjusted to the outline of his body, the flow of heavy fabric a black waterfall down his broad shoulders. He throws his head back, soft curls gently cascading as he stretches his neck from side to side. Vader lets out a sigh.

The helmet crashes to the ground with a loud thud that makes her jump. Her heart races as he slowly turns towards her. He takes slow steps into the light. Parted lips illuminated, shiny with longing and starvation. His chest rises and sinks beneath the heavy armour. She notices the shallowness of his breaths—impatiently quick with lustful undercurrents.

Her heart thumps in her chest. He’s so quiet. She longs for the echoes of mechanical breaths instead of this. This deafening, deafening silence. Him not saying a word. Her not knowing what will happen next.

And yet…

The more she looks at him, the more she knows. The questions from before return to her like trails of a wildfire. Scared. Terrified. Innocent.

Guilty.

The cloak swishes. Heavy fabric thrown behind his back. Vader lowers himself, moving away from the light, his lips hidden in the shadows. The stream of white hits only his eyes. Closed, looking down, never meeting hers.

A furrow on his brow grows with focus. “Do you believe it?” The sound of his voice, an intoxicating deepness, sends a hot flash in her core. His hands slide, clothed and steady, over her sides. Caressing her hips, creasing her skirt. He grabs fistfuls of white fabric, hitching it over her knees. “That you’re guilty?” Vader looks up at her now, requiring only one look from him for her to lift herself so that the skirt can fall over her hips. Vader removes his left glove. His leather and her white lace float to the floor. Vader’s two hands stroke her thighs, the right clothed and the left as bare as hers.

Slowly. He bends her left leg, his bare grip firm on her soft skin. Slowly. Warm lips begin to trace a trail down her inner thigh.

She gasps at the sensation of his mouth. Vader draws his tongue over her arousal, steady and slow. Tasting her like a starving man. She leans her head back against the wall, letting out a loud moan as he begins sucking her. Oh—she wants to touch him. To feel the strands of his hair between her fingers as he devours her. Her fingertips barely get to graze his hair when her hands suddenly become unable to touch him. All that comes out of him is a low “No…” as his moans reach deeper into her. Her hands move to the edge of the bench. He keeps them there, holding her down with a phantom’s touch. He hums into her, heated vibrations spread all over.

One look.

He denies it. Vader shakes his head, his hair tickling her inner thighs. She becomes unable to say anything. All that can come out of her are pleasured tears. In her mind she pleads and begs, but words don’t form—they only sigh and moan and cry for him.

Let me touch you.

Her knees buckle, and she writhes over him. Vader picks up the pace, adjusting his body so he reaches the parts of her that make her scream. Her legs rest on his shoulders. He lets out loud, deep groans.

Still without looking. Still holding her down.

Please—

The Force slowly lifts off her hands.

Lips lift from her too.

He catches his breath. “Tell me… What’s it going to be, then? Innocent…” He opens his eyes. “…Or guilty?” Vader looks at her for what feels like an achingly long time. The questioning hot gaze and his darkened eyes send her closer to the edge. Her hands glide up his head. She takes in the sight of him as her fingers, entangled with curls, massage his head. She hopes that his eyes never abandon her. To remain open as her hands carefully tug at his hair. To never break when she directs his face back to the throbbing spot between her legs. To stay with her until she comes undone before him.

His shallow, hot breath brushes against her. He waits. He keeps his eyes on her, but he waits. The anticipation, the hovering of his mouth over her.  The waiting.

His eyes stay on her as his lips return.

And he gives it to her.

taglist; @ladyanaschmidt @death-of-peace-of-mind @darth-jess @anakinstwinklebunny @orchidscurse @internallysalad

[icehearts]

Without taking new pics, post one of your OCs as a:

Romanceable NPC || Questgiver || Final Boss

[coolboxofcandy]

[necromeowncy]

So I entered my house earlier to find someone gposing there and when they were done I said hi/chatted a little, but fear I may have scared them away by suddenly appearing! 😵‍💫 So I wanted to make a post on social media to say that folks are ALWAYS welcome to gpose in my house if you want! Please feel free!!! ☺️

If you do, please send it to me/tag me because it makes me really happy if people like my decorating enough to want to take screenshots there! 🥺 I'm sorry I'm very awkward, but it really does make me smile. (Aedric dying on the floor above is how I feel in most social interactions slkdjflksd)

My address is Aether Sargatanas Empyreum Ward 30 Plot 35! ☺️

[17-noodlebird]

I checked the Glitch Channel. Nothing. It's just more merch.

But I like the new merch! ^_^

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Help Me Decide On An Idea! 💖

It's 2024 and I no longer wish to be a one-trick game dev lmao ^^; Help me decide on what visual novel idea I should consider in the future!!

Please note: 14DWY will still remain as my main focus and priority; this will just be a casual project for me to on the side to prevent burnout and tunnel visioning <3

(I may move posts like these to my main account (@cutiesigh) in the future since it's not inherently 14DWY-related!)

[bluelolblue]

☘︎ The Calming Sound of Comfort ☘︎

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio x John Wick

Okay... I did it. Anthropomorphic/furry cat Santino and wolf John fic is here. Yes, they are furry animals here, I described some animal behaviors such as tail wagging, ears twitching and purring in an actual cat way, so please keep in mind they're not humans here ehehe. First time writing them as antrho animals! I enjoyed writing this and I hope it's good enough!

This is fluff, hurt/comfort, no warnings other than... I think they're extra cute here, so warning for cuteness ;) | Line divider

John woke up a bit later than usual, which was still early, especially for his lover who was curled up next to him, his head resting on his chest, sleeping peacefully.

The other day was rough for both of them, John got injured in his lower abdomen during a mission and when he returned home limping and with his ears flattened against his head, Santino was already ordering around to bring medical supplies. John tried to reassure him that he was okay, that he could do it himself, but the Camorra prince insisted on helping him and the assassin knew, with the way Santino's tail fluffed up, that it was better not to argue any further. 

Santino’s ears twitched whenever he would hear a sigh of discomfort from his partner, though John would make sure to murmur that he was doing a good job and not to worry. His lower abdomen was wrapped with bandages once the wound was cleaned and taken care of. The wolf assassin was exhausted. 

“You need rest, John. You did enough for today,” Santino said softly, pressing a tender kiss on his cheek. 

The wolf hummed, closing his eyes for a brief moment, but he nodded in agreement. He doesn't remember much after he laid down into the bed, wincing a little as the injury still burned but it was manageable. It took him a few minutes to fall asleep, he felt Santino next to him and his soft purring which lulled him into a deep sleep. 

So, Santino stayed with him the whole night.

John gently caressed his lover's face, careful not to accidentally scratch him as he brushed his fingers behind his ear that lightly twitched at the touch. Santino also moved a little closer to him with a soft sigh, nuzzling against his chest.

“Did I wake you up?” John whispered, but instinctively leaned to brush his cheeks against his lover's head. 

“No,” D'Antonio replied quietly. “I'm awake for an hour. Just wanted to be close to you.” He opened his eyes and smirked a little which got his companion to chuckle and slowly wag his tail under the sheets. 

“You hate getting up early… it's 8 am.” Santino would usually sleep a bit longer and hated being awakened, but for whatever reason he woke up earlier today. 

“And you're still injured. You kept wincing in your sleep, I wanted to make sure you're okay,” Santino said as he prompted himself on his elbow, cupping his lover's cheek and brushing his thumb over his sleek dark fur over his face.

“I'm okay, don't worry,” John murmured but still whined when he strained as he attempted to sit up. 

“Hmm… no. Doesn't seem like you are. You're acting like you didn't get stabbed in your abdomen yesterday. Stabbed, John.” Santino purposely emphasized some words, trying to get his stubborn lover to understand just how serious his injury actually was. 

“Yeah, I know, I know. There were worse situations, though,” John groaned as he managed to sit up and Santino immediately adjusted some pillows against his back so he could lean against them. “But damn… this one hurts.” 

His ear twitched to the sound of his companion huffing, “Obviously it hurts, and don't remind me of worse situations, I don't want to remember that…” Santino’s voice turned almost into a murmur at the end, his ears fell back as he wished to forget those terrifying moments. 

“Sorry,” John whispered and cradled his companion's head from behind to give him a gentle kiss on his forehead as an apology. He nuzzled his head against his, and heard him purr for a moment. 

“I'm not giving you painkillers on an empty stomach, you can't always just live on them… what do you want for breakfast?” The Camorra prince asked, although he continued to nuzzle against his partner's neck, scenting him and making sure he was comfortable. 

“I'm not hungry… still just very tired,” The assassin admitted and exhaled deeply. “I'll manage for another hour.” 

Santino sighed, knowing that his partner was being difficult but then again, John was always like that when it came to enduring pain. “Does it hurt a lot?” He asked and pulled back to study his face and his body language.

“No, kinda aches when I move, but nothing I haven't been through.” John gave him a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze on his shoulder to show him that he was okay. Santino's eyes drifted down and his ears dropped sideways, and John's heart hurt at the sight of his partner being so… worried yet adorable. Every instinct in him screamed to comfort him, to protect him when he was like this. “Hey… I'm okay, I promise, please don't worry.” He gently lifted his partner's chin up so he would look at him, brushing gentle circles over his cheek with his thumb. 

Ah, his green eyes seemed so sad, filled with worry yet so beautiful. His pupils were dilated with concern which made his eyes seem even deeper, almost shimmering with unshed emotion. 

“You're risking your life every day as if you… can't die. Like you're immortal, John…” Santino paused, placing his hand on top of his that was resting on his cheek. “But you're not, and you're not alone anymore. You have me. And I don't want to lose you– I can't. I… I really wish we lived differently, but I can't find a solution just yet–” He hadn't even realized his voice was breaking until he felt a warm hand cradling his cheek and heard soothing noises coming from his partner. 

“Hey, hey, we'll be fine. We'll be fine,” John repeated softly as he pulled him into a gentle embrace, rocking him lightly, trying everything to comfort him. “It's not your fault, okay? Don't even think about it. Our lives are scary and dangerous, but we're also going through everything together. You give me the strength to go through all this– not the pills or anything else– but you, Santino. I keep fighting because I have you. You won't lose me… I'm here with you and I'll stay no matter what.” 

Santino sighed deeply, burying his face into John's neck and his fur, feeling his grounding hand on his back, rubbing in comforting circles. “You didn't have to make this so… emotional,” he murmured, but was actually very glad to hear all this. He needed to hear it at this moment. “Promise me you'll let me take care of you…”

“I promise,” the wolf replied, pressing a tender kiss into his head. “I'm not the only one stubborn here when it comes to asking for help… promise me the same.” He smirked, trying to light up the mood.

Santino groaned into him, lightly pressing his nails into John's shoulder as a warning, but it was more of a playful act. “...promise…” He murmured. 

John hummed in satisfaction, relaxing with his lover who was curled up against him, but his body relaxed this time. He wasn't so tense anymore. “We can stay like this for a little longer,” he suggested and wagged his tail.

“I need to change your bandages.” D'Antonio lifted the sheets to check on the injury but was quickly pulled into a kiss instead. He was caught off guard but still returned the kiss equally as passionate, softly humming into it.

“It can wait,” John breathed against his lips, leaving his partner flustered just as he thought he couldn't get any cuter, he just did. 

“It really can't.” Even if he complained, he still went for another kiss, cupping John's one cheek as he tilted his head. “But fine… some more rest can't hurt if you're feeling okay.” He purposely broke the kiss a bit sooner, just to get John to whine for it. And to make sure he was really okay. 

“I'm more than okay when you're with me.” John pressed his forehead against his, nuzzling against him and sharing breaths. This earned him some more kisses all over his face until Santino eventually snuggled closer to him and rested his head on his chest. 

It was peaceful once again, they both felt more calm, so much that Santino instinctively started purring. It was a bit quiet at first but the more they relaxed, the louder his purring got. John adored it, it was comforting and healing in a way. The best music to his ears and he would enjoy it every time. He also thought it was cute how most of the time, Santino wouldn't even notice that he was doing it until John would point it out. However, he always encouraged him to continue since it was truly calming.

“Your purring really helps,” John commented with a smile, though his voice was tired, already drifting into sleep. “I love it.”

“I'm glad,” Santino replied, his voice just as equally as tired, but he continued to soothe his lover with his purring. 

They stayed like this until they both fell asleep again, or at least John did. Santino was half asleep, ready to provide as much comfort as he could like this even if it meant to stay somewhat awake to keep purring and relaxing his injured partner. 

[dmmdconfessions]

[Image text: I had a lot (like A LOT) of freedom on the internet since I was just a mere child, and so, by complete accident, I discovered DMMd when I was just a bit too young for that kind of stuff. And I'm dead serious when I say that my biggest childhood dream was to get that Aoba yaoi Jesus figure. :D I even remember watching countless uncensored unboxings of it on YouYube in the old days… I'm so sorry mother, I was a horrific child. lol.]

[queer-boo-radley]

having to take daily medications is just a never-ending cycle of forgetting to take your goddamn daily medication

[balkanradfem]

I like old things. Old things means they've survived the test of time, they're still standing, or working, or fulfilling a purpose they've been made to do. I like old furniture, clothing, buildings, cutlery, pots and pans, mugs, anything old is immediately respected and beloved by me.

It also means no new resources had to be spent on making new things, because this old thing has done such a great job! It's made from resources created ages ago and still kicking, making those resources last a long time. It also means it's likely been made before the age of late capitalism, so it's likely made with heart; the quality is good, it was made to be practical and lasting, it's not going to fall apart easily, it's purpose wasn't to fulfill a need that didn't exist before the marketing team manufactured it. It's reliable, purposeful, protecting the environment and saving the new resources for as long as it lasts.

However, old things something can look a little ragged and worse for wear. They can make you seem like you can't 'afford' new things, which is terrible, to be viewed in this poor, moneyless manner. They are not made to fit aesthetic of every other item in the room, or in the environment. They don't fit the color scheme you have in the room, if your room has one. They remind you of the old times when you didn't have much of new stuff, and maybe that was a sad time for some people. Maybe they invoke pity in people who have learned to associate 'old things' with poverty.

But I don't care! I liked the old times when things were lasting, and practical, and nobody had much new things, so we had to invent ridiculous ways to play with our old stuff. I love seeing old things in use and knowing that nothing was wasted creating this, there's a tree growing somewhere that won't be cut to make a new one, there's plastic that won't need to be melted and molded and last a few years before it's dispersed into the environment. Old things being used helps the planet keep going so I love them regardless of their aesthetic or color scheme. When did it become so important for everything to look nice, instead of it being the best scenario for everyone's well being? Maybe I look a little scruffy but I know what I'm about. Impressing other people with the amount of new stuff that I could potentially have will never trump the satisfaction of me knowing that my old stuff is thriving together with the environment.

[ivi-prism]

He did do a collab at least semi-recently hold on

Oh yeah i saw it... but I mean.. i want.. I want him to do more.. like a series and do lore :'3 Man has a knack for really good roleplay when he wants

[mulderiloveyou]

A Scully-Spender shipper! Finally! I felt so alone! 🤧 I love the scene of their meeting and the one in episode 5.14. I find him quite shy with her when he talks to her for the first time. Cute 🙈

He was so intriguing for me the first time we met him. I thought he was young CSM time travelling, but then we see his complicated story. I think it all changed when he showed Scully a part of his childhood (his trauma basically, something I'm pretty sure was hard to show to someone he didn't know he could trust) and that showed his true colours there.

He might not even be aware of his attraction to Scully (or intrigue) because he had A LOT GOING ON to focus on than romance, but he definitely liked her!

I thought the resentment towards Mulder (particularly about Scully) was my idea but Chris Owens sort of hinted it too, and it didn't make me feel alone hehe.

I would've liked the idea to see both Mulder and Scully navegating through their personal lives with other people outside Mulder and family. Mulder had Diana, so it'd would've been interesting for me to see at least more than just work interaction between Spender and her.

And I don't know if Scully was even interested. What do you think? I think not, but I would've loved to see it.

But well. Spender was a wasted character, he had so much potential to become an ally or something else. I'm pretty sure I read that CC had planned big things for Chris Owens (so much that it got rumors that 'he'd replace Mulder') but then DD moved the show to LA in season 6, and fans weren't liking Spender, and they just decided kill him off.

Maybe an OG fan could chime in and share something I'm missing regarding Spender's role! The things I read are mostly interviews from the Jeffrey Spender defender hehe.

xxx

[samsblades]

'puter how to not have executive dysfunction and crippling anxiety

[hugsqueeze]

EVERYONE. EMERGENCY ALERT: IT'S GIRTHDAY AGAINNNNN YAYYYYYYYY 🌎🌈🌈💓💓💗💕💕💕💕💕💗💗🌈🌈🌈🩷🩷🩷👹👹👹🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️ *STARTS TEARING THE ROOFS OFF OF HOUSES AND THROWING THEM INTO ORBIT AT SPEEDS SO FAST AND DANGEROUS THAT THEY COLLIDE INTO PLANETS AND INSTANTLY OBLITERATE THEM* HIIIII HAPPY GIRTHDAY TO THE ALWAYS UNENDINGLY EPIC AND BEST OF ALL TIME: @chalkpaste !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👈‼️‼️‼️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRTHWORMMMM ^_^ OMG AUGH I SUPER hope you had the most AMAZING and PROSPEROUS of days today ☝️ I hope that your birthday has been as swagful and delightful and lovely and life changing as you are YAYYYY *SPINS WITH YOU* 💕💕🌎🌈🌈🌈

[Bonus slightly alternate coloring under da cut + a (comically bad) first draft for fun]

Here's the slightly different version that I promised (base colors/no filter *smiles*)!

& OKAY I REALLY ALSO WANTED TO INCLUDE THIS BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS (sort of 😭) FUNNY, but I was at work last week thinking about what I wanted to draw -> For Girthworm Birthday and I sketched out . This. On a sticky note LOLLL. Wow. Almost incomprehensible 👍