#is this game going to make me cry

[oreoambitions]

It's Sunday! It's story time! We're diving into a new adventure today with Stella in Spiritfarer! Live until about 5 PST. https://twitch.tv/cptsunrise

[tangerwoll]

we already got scored on twice?? oh boy ....

[verocitea]

Behold, the truth.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remember: The burning sensation is part of the process.

[tmos-time]

ive only seen acts 1-2 of in stars and time and dear god that was enough for me to make fanart lol

[ishaslife]

Sooooo, I've been playing around with the free cam mod and uhhh...

He looks so... relieved after pouring his heart out to you. To see that you feel the same way and don't want him simply for sex. He's shocked of course that you'd feel the same way but I bet part of him is going "phew, gods." Hugging him means so much because my goodness he deserves it, he's been needing a hug for the past hundreds of years he's been a slave.

Notice how he simply holds your hand in his at the ending of this scene, almost as if to make himself feel better saying "I have no idea what we're doing or what comes next, but I know that this... this is nice." He's been using sex as a way to get victims for Cazador for years, it has come to mean close to nothing to him except with you, you're the first person he had sex with of his own volition, that must mean so much to him and he just realises that in this scene. Holding hands, a simple hug, a little peck makes him feel appreciated and cared for, not just TRULY wanted but also, needed in more ways than one and it also makes him not want to let go. He wants to be your friend, someone to lean on along with being your lover, not just someone to have sex with. He is genuinely scared to lose you which is evident in his breakup line, he understands why you'd want to leave him but he is sad nonetheless, you're the first person to truly understand him or at least want to try to and he doesn't want to lose that.

This post is inspired from this post.

[mosaickiwi]

MC/Angel relaxing with Fox Ren giving him all the smooches and cuddles~!!! Or daily life with Redacted with MC/Angel as a house spouse teehee~!!!

Kinda sorta combined them oopsies teehee <3 <3 da best fluffy boi

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Literal Domestic Fluff~

You’d been busy since Ren left to patrol the territory early that morning. With him out of the way, cleaning up was admittedly easier. The kitchen was spotless, paw prints in the hallways scrubbed away, and the laundry almost finished. A scant few linens fresh from the dryer lay in the basket at your feet, one being carefully folded as you lounged in your favorite window seat to bask in the setting sun.

You paused to bring the warm fabric up to your face. The pleasant floral scent of the detergent was nice, but nothing compared to the fresh mountain air you’d finally gotten used to over the months. You opened the window all the way to let in a breeze.

Something immediately felt different, almost relaxing about the faintly cool air flowing past. It took a moment to realize the real source of the calm that washed over you.

A familiar presence was running through the sparse trees that lined the farthest edge of the garden. Before you could even call their name, he was making leaps and bounds on pink-toed paws to cross the short expanse of greenery between you. In a matter of seconds the ethereal fox morphed into a shape closer to human as they approached, though the tails and ears stayed in place. He came to a skittering halt outside the window.

“Angel!” Ren excitedly spoke as he reached up to you, a sparkle to his pale blue eyes. 

You dropped the blanket and leaned over the window sill to take hold of his outstretched hand, placing a quick kiss to his forehead for good measure. For once, you were the one towering over him—if only by a few centimeters. “Hi, Ren,” you said with a smile.

His excitement only seemed to intensify at your affections. Nine fluffy tails began to wag in delight while you carded your other hand through his hair. “I missed you.”

“Really? I couldn't tell,” you teased, waving away a couple stray leaves and flower petals from his pointed ears. “I missed you, too.”

Your bonded partner immediately flushed pink at your response, then something caught his attention that made his nose wrinkle. “Are you okay? Was it too cold while I was gone?” 

You weren't sure what he meant until you followed his gaze to the disheveled blanket next to you on the cushioned seat. You shook your head to calm him down. “Just doing laundry.”

He was hesitant to accept your answer, but the second kiss you pressed to his lips seemed to distract him well enough. Ren stood up straighter, determined to make it last as long as possible. Shivers ran up your spine when his fingers carefully settled along the base of your neck to keep you steady. 

Though you weren't quite finished, you were forced to pull away and breathe. “Hmm, maybe I am a little cold. We should—hey!” you suddenly laughed, gently pushing them back. He was practically crawling through the window to reach you at the mere suggestion of cuddling. “Let me finish up, okay? Just a few minutes. And use the front door.”

His ears fell flat in embarrassment as he nodded and settled down. No longer crowding the window, but still on his toes to better see what you were doing.

You took your time folding the blanket and what was left in the basket. It was hard to ignore the focused gaze of the man, nor the way he noticeably perked up once you finished folding something, only to pout at the next piece of fabric you grabbed. With a little less willpower you would've abandoned the laundry far sooner to give them all of your focus.

Eventually, you had a neat and tidy pile of sheets to put away. A quick peek from the corner of your eye in their direction was enough to alert him. He bolted from the window in an instant, just for you to hear him loudly sprinting through the villa’s many hallways seconds later. There was barely any time to stand up before you were scooped up in their arms.

He nuzzled into your neck with an almost desperate sigh as he mumbled, “I’m sorry I was away for so long, beloved.” You could faintly feel his teeth nipping at the skin above your collarbone. “Y’smell different.”

“Huh? Oh.” You made a mental note to find a scentless laundry detergent on your next outing into town. Maybe it would bother him less.

The warmth of his silky tails enveloped you, barely tickling you when they brushed back and forth over your form. As he carried you from the room, tucked safely close to their chest, you happily gave them the attention they’d been waiting for.

[arthursfuckinghat]

I'm at that part of chapter three my friends, so let me be a reminder that Colm O'Driscoll's plan to lure in Dutch after taking Arthur failed because nobody came looking for him.

He would have died being held captive any longer, he barely escaped.

The gang did not come for Arthur.

[the-holy-ghosted]

congrats 2 henry peglar for being the only bitch confirmed as to be Fucking That Old Man

[lurakha]

WALKING THE PATH THROUGH HENBANE RIVER

XIII. The Garden

After seven years, the Gates are opened to a changed world and the Father's Chosen inherit our New Garden.

(x)

[iicaru2]

ruined my own day just now by remembering that, upon finding her husband’s corpse riddled with bullets in front of their home, abigail immediately went to feel for a heartbeat despite it being genuinely impossible for him to have survived that, and her sixteen-year-old son was the one who had to pull her away from john’s body while she sobbed and desperately tried to find any sign of life

[vaguely-concerned]

emotional security is stored in the undramatic calm utterly certain and unbearably soft way alistair says 'my love?' when you switch to him once he's reached 'love' status

[javierduffy]

replaying this game after the second game is making me honest to god so beyond miserable … javier looks so absolutely defeated here. it’s genuinely breaking my heart. please don’t make me think about the thoughts he’s having now- perhaps ones of regrets, or flashes of laughter and singing around the campfire, of clanking beer bottles together and sharing stories, of looking at the shine in dutch’s eyes during a speech and how he felt, somehow, the warmth of the mexican sun. and how that sun never felt the same when he got home again. and how the only time in the past eight years that he ever felt warm was when john’s hands wrapped the rope around his hands and legs. when john’s rope was the noose around his neck, and he finally, finally could stop running. guilt, fear, regret … relief. please kill me im so sad

[kevinsdsy]

“jean will help you if you help him.”

also need to dissect this and think of all the ways kevin helped jean and jean helped kevin in return

[generichoneydew]

Pokemon Misery Dungeon

3/52

[svtskneecaps]

etoiles telling tubbo "gg" when there's still so much time to server close, when there's still so much time to turn things around and tubbo is there desperately trying to save them all and etoiles tells him good game, when the game wasn't even a competition, when the whole team went down and they weren't even there to resist it, when the fight wasn't even over quite yet and even still etoiles was resigned to it or maybe he knew even then where the winds were blowing and he accepted the end of this battle his team couldn't even fight. when tubbo is there begging to help him and etoiles tells him good game.

i do not like poetry, but i am rolling do not go gentle into that good night around in my mind right now