#Pervader

[jkj-digital]

Saw your reblog and mate if you got queer visual novel recs I got spare time that needs eating.

If you´ve come for gay furry visual novels, this is certainly a place with recommendations

Assume NSFW, Unfinished, and free unless otherwise specified

Adastra – get kidnapped by handsome space wolf and become involved in political shenanigans. The one that least needs an introduction – COMPLETE!

Astatos – A pair of mages (kind of) lose their home, summon a god and a devil, and help solve various political issues using card game mechanics. The queerness of this one is pretty heavily constrained to subtext, but there’s no doubt that all major characters are hot men in various states of undress – PAID, SFW

Chardonnay Romancia – Innkeeper who hates heroes discovers an amnesiac hero who quickly becomes obsessed with him, among many other subplots. The characters find themselves in many explicit scenarios, often enough against their will – PAID

Deers and Deckards – As a college student, get into a relationship with either your best friend, his dad, or both. Also, at some point the game decides it becomes tired of its light-hearted tone and takes a dip into a more supernatural setting. Currently, only the polygamy route is complete.

Demons Within – You play a demon of lust influencing the emotions of a soldier and those around him, attempting to assist your host while also growing your own power and keeping them ignorant of your existence.

Devil’s Gambit – A doctor reunites with an old friend, uncovering a supernatural mystery and kicking off a strange romance.

Glory Hounds – A young man finds himself with an unexpected employment opportunity: becoming a sidekick to a superhero.

The Human Heart – Wake up as the only human in a familiar world and find yourself adopted by a colorful group of friends – SFW

In Case of Emergency – Find yourself as the last of the chosen ones in gay furry Narnia and awkwardly ingratiate yourself into the longstanding group of heroes – COMPLETE!

Kingsguard – When things go to hell at your royal birthday how will you reclaim your throne from the magical forces trying to take it from you and, more importantly, which of your kingsguard will you fall in love with

Minotaur Hotel – Discover the true story of (and also fall in love with) the Minotaur of legends and turn his crumbling home into a home for the lost. Even among visual novels, this one is a slow burn, but it’s absolutely worth it

My Pirate Husbandos – Get rescued from drowning at sea by a crew of rowdy, and very gay, pirates, and help them until you earn yourself a place among their ranks

Nekojishi – Become forced to face an uncertain future when you suddenly awaken the ability to see spirits and find yourself fought over by three handsome cat men who each want you to become the priest of their shrine (or equivalent) – SFW, COMPLETE!

Orveia – Awaken in an unfamiliar and horny world along with your best friend (who somehow arrived about a decade before you did) and several handsome men to become an adventurer. This game contain heavy RPG mechanics

Pervader – Discover your kindly DILF of an employer is a wizard and get infected with “becomes a wizard” disease along with the heir to an order of knights whose primary goal is to stamp out all magic

Shelter – Become enraptured in a strange world of medieval fantasy dogs, and protect your home in a world that wants to take that away from you

The Smoke Room – Learn to trust again in the wild west in 1915 after a man you though loved you tried to kill you, while the world itself seems to want to drown you in your guilt

Temptation´s Ballad – A young rogue trying to live up to his father, a commoner with an obsession with adventuring, and a sheltered chosen one looking to broaden their horizons form an adventuring party by happenstance and find themselves with a quest far larger than any of them believed

[hanafubukki]

You had never seen Sebek Zigvolt…so jittery before.

If Lilia chose right now to pop up, you were sure Sebek would jump high enough to hit the ceiling.

It was amusing…but maybe you should try and calm his down.

“Something you want to tell me? Sebek?”

He jolted as if you…shocked him. You couldn’t help the inner chuckle at the little joke.

You raised an eyebrow to empathize your question.

“Do you require any assistance?”

“Hm?”

You watch as he turned red and mumbled to himself.

“My mother and sister would ask for certain foods and potions from us when I’m back home. I…would extend that assistance if you need it.”

Ah. Wait, aw, that’s sweet. A fae after my own heart.

"Awww who's a sweet croc fae?"

"You-"

You cupped Sebek’s cheek, quieting him, “Thank you but I’m alright for now. If I need anything, I’ll let you know.”

That seemed to appease him. Good.

But that does bring to question…

“How did you know?”

You watch as Sebek turns an interesting shade of red.

You lean in to hear his too quiet reply, “…I can smell it.”

This time you can’t keep the laughter in as Sebek marches ahead of you, turning even more red.

As embarrassed as he was, he never strayed too far ahead of you.

Sebek Zigvolt is a sweetheart with a heart of gold.

[wildsaltair]

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Pairing: Maximus Decimus Meridius x reader

Rating: T (fluff, with a tiny hint of hurt/comfort)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List: @enjisbf, @nasatshirts, @empressenchanted, @streets-in-paradise, @xiscamoony, @aelondrias

Author’s Note: Very short little fic that I wrote sort of as a follow-up to Nightmare, but it works as a standalone one-shot too. As always, it's written with the fullest measure of my love, and it's representing all the longing y'all get to witness every day on this melodramatic blog. I love Maximus, and I hope this little fic does him justice :) Thank you for reading!

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Your love is asleep beside you, breathing deep and slow against your neck. After yet another day of backbreaking work in the harvest, he’s exhausted, and all he had the strength to do was pull off his tunic and fall into bed beside you.

You are just as tired, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to fall asleep just yet. You’re too transfixed by him.

In sleep, his face is so peaceful, so free from the worry lines and the intensity he wears through the day. In sleep, his face is relaxed and soft, surrendered to the safety he feels in your bed.

You smile knowing that sharing your bed is his first experience with sleeping so peacefully. He came to you wounded and hunted, having barely escaped an assassination attempt and with nowhere else to go. Though your first few months were fraught with distress and fear, you have both settled into your home with the knowledge that you are safe from the outside world, that his past has been laid to rest and left behind. He still carries his burdens, but they are easier to bear when he can release them at night.

You let your eyes trace over his features now, amazed as always at the sweetness and beauty of the man who holds your heart. His eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheeks, the lines beside his eyes less furrowed.

He’s sleeping as he usually does: on his back with your head on his chest, his left arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively, his head tilted against yours. His right hand clasps yours where it rests on his waist, moving gently every time he breathes.

Tilting your head back, you smile to yourself as the sounds of his deep breathing reach your ears. The sound only reassures you that he’s sleeping well, undisturbed by anything.

You often remember his first few nights with you — how after making love, he would lie awake for some time, trying to fall asleep. He was always on guard during those days, always attuned to any sign of trouble. He slept with one eye open for months.

And quite often, you would wake to find him up, making a round through the house or in the yard, paranoid about what could be lurking outside. Many were the nights you had to coax him back to bed, assuring him that no one had come for him in the night.

And the nightmares. Those terrible nightmares that plagued him for months.

Once, he awoke in the middle of choking you, having acted out of terror in the middle of a dream. You were afraid he would never trust himself to sleep with you again, but together you worked through it. He’s had nightmares many times since, but they have grown fewer and tamer in the past few months.

That thought makes you smile as well: knowing that your presence beside him at night helps keep his nightmares at bay.

As if in response, the man turns in his sleep, rolling onto his side to face you. He’s still sound asleep, his breath rumbling in his powerful chest, but his right arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You are all too happy to snuggle closer to him. The nights have grown colder, and his body is a never-ending source of heat for your bed. You enthusiastically burrow into his embrace, tucking your head under his chin and tangling your legs with his.

Your heart warms knowing that he reaches for you even in his sleep. Many are the nights he has whispered your name in his sleep, groped his hands to find you in the night. Somehow his heart seeks you even when he sleeps.

He pulls you even closer, his breath softening as if he is stirring a little from his sleep, but he does not awaken. Shifting his weight to press against you more fully, he rubs one broad hand up and down your back, fingers brushing your spine.

Without meaning to, you arch your back in response, pushing your body tighter against his. He lowers his chin as though he were awake, dragging his lips across your forehead before coming to rest against the top of your head.

Your smile comes again, unbidden, warm as the heat radiating off his body.

So many nights, you have lain in this very bed and ached with loneliness. How many cold nights you spent huddled under blankets, wishing for a lover to share your home and bed, to fill you with a warmth that would go beyond your body. This man fills every empty spot in your heart, thrills and soothes and pleasures you in every possible way.

And what a joy it is to know that you have done the same for him, that your love is his safety, his delight, and his peace.

With a knot of emotion rising in your throat, you tilt your head back to press the lightest of kisses against his exposed neck. He stirs slightly, his breath ghosting across your ear, and you just rest your lips against his neck to breathe in his scent.

Earth, sweat, and something else distinctly him. It’s a scent you now associate with comfort, companionship, and warmth.

You kiss him again, wanting to touch him somehow even though he’s asleep. His neck is smooth and warm under your lips, and he stirs again, this time shifting his arms closer around you. He tilts his head a bit to the side as if to give you better access.

Then he makes a sound, almost a moan, almost a sleep-muddled whisper, but you know it’s your name. It’s your name he murmurs in his sleep, when he feels your gentle brushes of affection against his skin.

You smile against his neck, resting your mouth there so he won’t awaken. He remains tensed a moment longer, so you lightly run your hands over him to soothe him back to a deep sleep.

His muscles are coiled under your touch, every inch of his body a tribute to softness and strength. His chest moves against yours slowly, and you gently rub your hands over his ribs, his sides, his hips. He finally relaxes, sighing contentedly as he drifts back into a deeper sleep.

Just before he does, though, you feel him lift his hand, stroke it down the back of your head once. His fingers tangle in your hair, and he nuzzles your face gently, brushing his smooth skin and spiky beard against your cheek.

He hums with pleasure, settles himself against your body, then buries his head in your neck and falls back to sleep.

You follow him soon after, cradling him in your arms while you listen to the steady cadence of his breath and the lovely thump of his heartbeat. You thread your fingers in his dark hair until your strength fades into sleep, just long enough to feel him relax completely in your arms.

All the lonely nights, all the sorrow, all the uncertainty — it’s all been worth it for this moment, and for all the moments that have come before and will come after.

Your love is asleep in your arms, whispering your name and holding you close to his chest, and you can both sleep in the peace and satisfaction of a love that transcends everything else.

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More of my fanfiction if you're so inclined :)

[theweeklydiscourse]

Some Atla fans are deeply unwilling to engage with the fact that their beloved series may bear the marks of being written by two white men in the early 2000s. They can’t conceive that the show might’ve been anything less than perfect and that there are certain problematic elements within it that are consistently overlooked by the fandom at large.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Maybe an unpopular take but I think people who try to paint anti-Palestine/anti-Arab sentiment as just being the work of Zionists, or implants by the Israeli government to distract from what’s happening, are counterproductive—because it essentially insinuates that outside of Israel, anti-Arab sentiment is just fiction. In reality anti-Arab racism has historically been one of the easiest things for people to tap into, and I think it’s misleading to pretend that there aren’t people like that lurking among us. Some are silent and some are vocal, but they exist. A lot of people don’t see Arabs as worthy of saving simply because they’re Arab. It’s counterproductive to imply it’s just propaganda work or doesn’t actually exist.

[thatsbelievable]

[infinityblaze]

Homestuck

[whaliiwatching]

don’t talk to him ever again

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based off this by riibbon on tiktok

[ro-bee]

I need to go to sleep because I have to wake up in.... 3 hours but oh gooooooooddddddd how did cotl fandom knew bunny suits are my weakness???

I'm gonna think of it all night... And when I come back home I'll draw them again 😔

[bloodpressurecuff]

why are cis women so obsessed with locating and condemning "sexual degeneracy"? you'll get to the point where you have so called feminists being like yeah it's okay for a woman to be sexual unless i think she's ugly in which case it's actually a grave and dangerous social issue

[samantha-and-nellie]

the ag reddit having a banner that’s a quote from sam’s learns a lesson speech feels sooo hypocritical

[joffyworld]

MY FUCKING PANCAKES

[godisafujoshi]

how r we today team

[annelidist]

comparing/contrasting the visual language of hellraiser vs silent hill 1-3 i do feel much more certain that the latter was helmed by a guy who was jacking off to a lot of bdsm magazines at the time

[payasita]

please tell more burger kids stories

sure, off the dome I got one but it's more me being stupid than them. ok so I got dogs that can open doors, and am used to them trying to get into the bathroom with me, right

so I take off to piss at work and our shitty employee bathroom has a shitty employee door latch that doesn't close easy, so whilst pissing someone starts turning the knob and I, in entirely reflexive pet parent voice, yell "EY! NO!" and I just hear this squeaky terrified "SORRY!!!" and someone running

So naturally i freak out and finish up there after a minute and run back inside and stop the girl helping me in the back that day and go "HEY DID I YELL AT YOU" and she goes "no. But you yelled at [other girl] and scared the hell out of her" and so I find her and frantically apologize while our store lead gets this laughing smile that slowly grows as I explain how and why I accidentally shouted at an employee like a misbehaving dog

[missrandomnomad0o]

Just watching clips of My Adventures with Superman made me notice something:

Can Clark Kent's powers be reimagined in a way that seems neurodivergent-flavoured? He's always moderating himself for the sake of not hurting the people around him, which is expected since he literally comes from a planet where everyone can throw Earth cars like it's nothing.

On top of that, Clark lives in a planet that is literally not built with him in mind, so he has extra difficulties in navigating daily life on top of the struggles that normal people face.

I suppose that's why Superman fans like his "World Made of Cardboard" speech: https://youtu.be/Cl_5UwS57X8 . It is frustrating not being able to cut loose every once in a while if even a momentary break has dire consequences.