#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]

Security

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.

[centrally-unplanned]

I thought this short was a very cute version of the now-classic concept of an "anime about an animator" - it has a very compelling "loose" style and I like the choices on where to cut in the montage. It is funny to me though that the meta-story is at this point saturated, particularly because of 2024's Look Back which was just all-in on the concept? So like for the next year or two, you gotta take a break from the genre, let it cool off. But this was made by Kiyotaka Oshiyama, the director of Look Back! For me that loops all the way back around to giving him a pass - that was Tatsuki Fujimoto's story after all, so now Kiyotaka gets to do his own take on the film based on his home province of Fukushima. Essentially he is fanfic-ing his own movie, and that is pretty awesome.

[infinityblaze]

Homestuck

[idontknowreallywhy]

Explanation for this reposting spree here

Bearded (MIA Series Part 1)

Chapter 4 - Quiet

Scott’s not sure how long, or how much of himself he has left. But something has changed and he just needs to hold on long enough…

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It had all gone very quiet.

Not the strange underwater-quality of quiet he’d been experiencing for days, almost as though the perpetual darkness that was now the sum total of his visual world was leaking into his auditory one.

No… no this was Quiet. Not just muffled noises but no noises.

None at all.

Had he lost his hearing altogether? He felt a surge of panic break through the eerie calm that seemed to smother his exhausted mind each time the fever dipped for a few hours. What if he couldn’t hear Virgil play anymore? Or little Alan’s giggle? He tried to remember the sound of his tiny brother’s laughter and encountered a frosted glass wall behind which the memory crouched. Scott reached for it… he could remember the feeling… but not the sound. No! No!!! He couldn’t lose that too!

A broken cry echoed off the walls of the tiny, unfamiliar cell.

Wait.

That was sound. He heard that!

The relief was quickly shoved aside by the terror. They might have heard that!

He held his breath and waited but nobody came.

Of course… the door was fairly solid and there were no windows here. He’d begun to curse the small barred hole near the ceiling of his old cell for the cold draft that sliced through it but now…

Now he felt the loss of that glimpse of sky like an open wound.

He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d been slung into this claustrophobic hellhole… when they’d apparently given up on getting any sense out of him. When the shouting and the pain had been replaced by the dark and the loneliness and the lurking fear that the next stage was an even smaller box.

Ha, silly boy, Tracy. They wouldn’t bother with a box.

His mind wandered for a moment as he wondered when they’d next check on him. Why they were leaving it to nature rather than just finishing him off themselves?

Perhaps they believed nature was crueller.

They obviously wanted to prolong it… Water and some kind of dry biscuit appeared occasionally and he hadn’t been able to help himself when he realised it was there - but he could never remember it arriving - clearly when the fever rose he was losing time. He hated not being able to track the time. It was all he’d had.

The last number he’d calculated with any kind of reasonable basis for it was seventy eight. Seventy eight days plus however long he’d been in the dark. Maybe a week? He’d survived that long. Grimly he wondered if he could stretch it to an even 100. He didn’t know for sure how sick he was, but he didn’t feel too optimistic. When they were still trying to break him they seemed to be giving him something for the fever… or perhaps it had just been something else awful they’d forced into his bloodstream. Maybe whatever it was was causing the fever? No… that didn’t make sense because they seemed irritated by it… worried even. Not for him of course but from what he’d picked up he wasn’t the only one suffering with it. Even some of the guards he’d learned to recognise had stopped turning up.

Something had gone wrong.

And what went wrong for them should be good for him. And yet… he scrunched up his face wryly as he felt the sweat begin to prickle at his hairline again and tried not to panic at the prospect of what was coming, at the impending loss of reality: where the living nightmare was made worse by vividly seeing his brothers experiencing it alongside him. Dad’s disappointed face. The blood on his hands… All the pain he’d… it wouldn’t be real. It won’t be real. It can’t be. He wouldn’t.

They’re safe.

Just wait it out, Tracy. You’ve got this.

He shivered and the ache in his bones intensified into daggers of pain.

He hadn’t got this. He hadn’t. Nobody could.

Yeah, he wouldn’t have wished this on anyone. Not even his worst enemies. Even when it was their fault. He’d happily have killed them for what they’d done to him and to the others. The sick bastards deserved death. But not this. This was worse.

He didn’t deserve this. Whatever they told him.

Whatever it was, they seemed not to be treating it now. And it hadn’t gone away. So presumably it would get him eventually.

Why was it so Quiet? Even when it was quieter they were clearly still around. He had evidence - the food and water for one. And clearly they were opening the heavy door at some point as even with the slight crack at the bottom the air in here should have gotten bad by now. The oxygen replaced by… whatever poison it was he was expelling from his lungs. The word, the name of the gas escaped him as so many things did now.

But there were some names he mustn’t forget.

He wiped at his damp forehead with a shaking hand, twisted his lank hair around his fingers and pulled gently. Come on, focus.

The whisper when it came required nearly all the energy he had.

“Hhhhh’Aaaaall…an”

Ok ok next one.

“G…g…hoord..nn”

“Tjjhh…onnn”

“Fff… vfff… vfff”

Come on. He bit down on a swollen broken lip and tried again.

“Ffffff….”

A panicked whimper escaped. He was losing this! He was losing them!

He could see him, brown eyes shining with adoration, his hand reaching out to hold his big brother’s and Scott’s own hand rebounded agonisingly off the metal door as he flung himself at the mental lifeline:

“FFFFFFVVIIIIIRGIIIILLL!!”

His throat burned from the scream and his ears rang. His head pounded and he could feel the fever rising again.

Footsteps thundered out of the silence.

Now he’d done it. Now he would be punished. Perhaps it would be the last, if there was any mercy left in the world. Scott pressed his forehead against the coolness of the stone floor and tried to be brave but as the door was wrenched open and so many voices thundered against his skull he couldn’t avoid cringing and curling himself away as the fever spiked again and he held his breath and flailed impotently against the sea of pain in which he swam. He tried to relax and let himself sink to the bottom, to take a breath and let it be but something was tugging at his attention. A muffled voice filtered down through the churning waves:

“Scotty! Bluejay! Stay with me! We’ve got you… stay with me. Please stay with me.”

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Previous chapter

That’s all for the Bereznik flashbacks. The best part focuses on Virgil.

Next story: Presence

[aspiring-aeviternitystuck]

thank u @octo-clover for makinf this AWESOME character sheet!!!

[chaosintheavenue]

Curiosity poll time!

[chicago-geniza]

Gd Violin is so funny. Okay so Anne your port-parole is Triana, Three Annes, and let me guess, they're going to be the maiden, the mother, and the crone. And the two husbands are named Lev which means Lion like Lestat the Lionheart, and Karl which means "man/husband," and you're working with a Slavic/Germanic volkish "pan-ethnic" essentialisms juxtaposition also where for some reason (we know the reason) the National Spirit is expressed in canonical classical music composed between the 18th and 19th centuries, and you've got a well-thumbed copy of Women Who Run With the Wolves right next to your well-thumbed copy of The Golden Bough. Anne Rice I Am In Your Walls

[prettypinkbubbless]

There’s something to be said about being someone’s security in a tangible way. Your birthday being used as the WiFi password. Your presence in someone’s life being immortalized in a security question. Being able to protect someone every day without even knowing it, because they love you.

[pranabefall]

hey so um i just had a random urge to rewatch that scene from zhongli’s act two story quest…you know the one — when he ignites his shield and slowly walks forward, pushing the minors back……yeah.

just figured i’d pop in and remind you of that. i don’t really care how much time has passed since that story quest came out; it altered my brain chemistry permanently. now i am going feral over it all over again. help !!

NO BC THE WAY I CRASHED OUT WATCHING THAT SCENE???? it kind of cemented everything. my fate as a zhongli simp? sealed like azhdaha.

[hanafubukki]

Imagine going into ramshackle dorm and seeing an OB guest just hanging around??

It’s the epitome of “what do you have there?” “A milkshake” AWBWJSJS

Or you know, Yuus new guest room therapy 😂😂💞💞

[bunigojade]

L + No Diagonals + No Backwards or Upside Down + You Misspelled 2 of the Words

Good luck getting me or anyone to download your app now

[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 😔