#rosesrot

[englishotomegames]

Killer Chat!

Release date (Windows, Mac OS, Linux) English: September 30th, 2024

"A reporter by day, an aspiring writer by night: you've been asking all the important questions on the dark web. 

Like, how do you bury a body? How do you kill someone with a crowbar with the right angle to cause blunt-force trauma? What's the best way to hide from law enforcement?

If you're to write a good crime book, this is how you'll do it.

Suddenly, ERROR! UNKNOWN invites you to a server... with a warning. 'don't be so obvious smh You're Gonna Get Caught'.

...

It's a serial killer chatroom.

You may be slightly fucked."

This is a free game by rosesrot made for the Spooktober Visual Novel Jam! You can download it from itch.io here.

[rosesrotofficial]

killer chat faq's!

(please see my askbox rules and my general faq before you send in an ask! i've updated my askbox rules recently so do take a look.)

explaining my tags!

you can see all of these answered under #faq on my blog.

i use #killer chat asks for all asks related to killer chat.

i use #killer chat li's for all asks related to the killer chat love interests.

i use #ronin killer chat, #angel killer chat, #v killer chat, #misaki killer chat for content (incl. asks) about them specifically or featuring them heavily.

i use #rosesrot asks for everything relating to myself. these will be updated as i go!

general

↳ what inspired killer chat?

↳ the cast's ages?

↳ what if you admitted that you weren't a serial killer?

love interest specific

↳ love languages?

↳ heights?

↳ nationalities + race?

↳ psychiatric diagnosis?

↳ if they weren't serial killers?

↳ sexualities? (if they weren't player-sexual)

↳ music taste?

↳ clothing styles?

↳ breakups?

↳ jealousy?

other

↳ is ronin trans?

↳ why did ronin and angel break up?

↳ is angel a cannibal?

↳ killer chat love interests as lana songs?

[alemonyoyo]

Some perspective practice with my favourite serial killer, Ronin!

As of right now, I have not drawn Ronin without his face being obscured with his hand. What sort of MC am I?!

I won't tag rosesrot this time, I'll give them a break since I will defo be tagging them in the next art post lol since it's based off of one of their asks, but as usual, go check out rosesrotofficial and their amazing game Killer Chat!

[differenteagletragedy]

If you wanted you could play this game I worked on that I also recommend and love with my whole entire heart :')

[raxef]

I know I don't really post too much here anymore, but I recently helped produce Killer Chat!, a dating sim visual novel about getting invited to a serial killer chatroom after accidentally asking too many murder-related questions online. The entire team worked incredibly hard on it, and it would mean the world if you checked it out!

[kagecreep]

Til Death (VxMC)

(Killer Chat)

Description: (Spoilers for KC) Accosted constantly by the police, V has little choice but to go into hiding. You want to go with him. A wedding seems the appropriate way to go.

Notes: plotted by some friends on rosesrot's server (:< a lot of fluff and humour of the slaughterhouse losers gathered together IRL WC: 3k

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Despite being a spur-of-the-moment decision, you had never been more sure about anything else in your life. You made the plans quickly; somehow, everyone in the server was able to attend. Misaki happened to have a hit in your town and would be there for a decent duration of time; both Vince and Angel were free for the weekend, and Ronin––well, Ronin was hardly ever busy anyway. Getting Felicie and Luca to come was a little more difficult, but you managed it through some convincing, and an offer for them to stay free of charge at your house for their trip.

The two of you had chosen a prime spot, secluded away from society deep within the woods. It was close enough to his home that it wouldn't take long to return, but far enough away that, those who didn't already know where he lived, wouldn't be able to find it. An abandoned cabin perhaps wasn't the most romantic spot to hold a wedding; Ronin found it absurdly amusing. You didn't care. The forest surrounding you was in its' early bloom, the cool vestiges of winter clinging to the buds of spring.

Recently given to the woods, the structure had yet to grow dilapidated, with the insides still well-preserved from the elements. Vines and thorned leaves had just barely begun to crawl up the edges of the outer walls. With a little sweeping and dusting, preceded by a little breaking-and-entering, it was a suitable place for you and V to dress in your respective outfits.

Valentin, as much as he proclaimed to be happy, had the most miserable look on his face.

"Y'know, traditionally, the bride n' groom aren't supposed to see each other before the ceremony," Ronin drawled from the next room.

"No one said anything about this being a 'traditional' wedding, Ronin," said Angel, her voice quieter and more muffled from the wall between you. 

"Indeed. This is quite an untraditional ceremony, in fact," said Vince.

"Pff. You guys are no fun. Personally, I'd love to get them apart. Dig into their little brains on this 'special day'," Ronin said, and you could imagine his pouting lips at the end.

Then came his voice––clear and deep, like low pipe organs echoing in an empty church.

"Why do you bother yourself with listening to them?" Valentin asked.

You turned around from the wall, facing V, who was looking at himself in a large, floor-length mirror. His suit, like everything else about him, was well-manicured and fit precisely for him. The black of his coat was a rich shade and accentuated his waist and shoulders, while his trousers fit perfectly around his hips, and cut off just above his ankles. Just over his shoulder you could spy his face in the mirror, and the way he fixed his bowtie with long, nimble fingers.

"I'm curious," you said. "Ronin seems to be rather critical of the whole ordeal."

"He would be," V growled. 

He pulled one end of the bow too tight, and set the whole thing off balance. He groaned, arms falling to his sides in a show of exasperation.

"Let me help," you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He turned round and his expression softened, a quiet smile appearing as he warmed himself on your glowing face. You smiled in return and set to work correcting his tie.

"It's very nice of you to let everyone attend," you said.

"I didn't let them. They all invited themselves."

"Well, you allowed it to happen anyway," you chuckled.

"I cannot believe that... abomination walking in human skin is going to be the best man for my wedding," V seethed. "Not to say he will be in the same area as you. I loathe the mere idea. If my wish were truth the two of you would never meet."

"If that were so, I wouldn't meet you either," you pointed out. "And besides, Ronin is the closest thing you have to a friend."

"Ronin is a criminal and a pollution upon the earth. To consider him a friend is to consider my life a failure."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"I wouldn't worry about it. I said he's the closest thing you have to a friend, not that he is your friend," you said.

"Regardless, it isn't an accurate statement. You should know better. You are my friend. My... 'best friend', as they say," he said softly.

You smiled up at him, finished with fixing his bowtie.

"You're my best friend, too," you said.

Even now on the verge of a marital ceremony, he blushed at your words, his face blooming into a warm colour.

"I am pleased we can agree on that," he said with a smile.

The final touches of Valentin's outfit were ones you insisted on. He had, at first, assented to them, but upon realizing that Ronin would be attending, quickly rescinded his agreement. It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to accept once more.

He sat, facing you, as you placed flowers along his braids, tucking the stems in so only the petals showed. Atop his head you styled a garden, filled with rosebuds and blooming white daisies. Rows of white, gold, and crimson.

When you finished, he looked properly fantastical––as though he had stepped out of a dream, glowing in the rays of sunlight stretching through the dusty windows. He spun in front of the mirror, checking each piece of his suit, flattening his lapels before puffing out his chest. As traditional as his outfit was compared to yours, you couldn't help but stare enamoured at him.

He turned to you with a smile, his hands folded neatly behind his back.

"Are you ready, my love?" He asked, tilting his head toward you.

"Ready as ever," you breathed out, grinning.

"Very well. Luca will come for you when we are ready. I shall go now, and... see to things. Try not to listen into our conversations, alright?"

You chuckled and nodded.

"I'll do my best," you said. 

The door hinges creaked and the wood groaned as he opened and shut the door behind him. The silence he left you in was near deafening. 

When you were young, you had imagined your wedding and who your partner would be. Out of all the different variations your mind had supplied you with, you had never pictured getting married to a vigilante serial killer in an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. You supposed life was funny like that. Still, you wouldn't want it any other way; your marriage would be as strange as you were, so you considered it a fitting end.

A few minutes later, Luca knocked at the door, and with your permission locked arms with you.

"Ready for your big day?" He asked, wiggling his brows.

"I'm dressed, aren't I?" You chuckled.

"Yeah. You look great, by the way. Can't believe you're getting married before me and Felicie," he said.

"You did say you wanted to take things slowly," you pointed out.

"Yeah, but not so slow that you and V, who got together after us, may I point out, would get married before us," he joked.

"Such is life, my friend," you laughed. "Now are you going to walk me down the aisle or not?"

"Of course. Jus' had to get a few of my thoughts in first."

"Of course."

You smiled and the door opened, revealing the green meadow just beyond the cabin, where all your friends stood in waiting. At the end, beneath an archway entwined with vines and flowers, stood Valentin in his suit, his hands folded in front of him and a soft smile beaming in his eyes. Standing at his side was Ronin, smug as ever in fitting attire. Angel, Felicie, and Misaki, the maids of honor (and wrath, as Misaki requested they be referred as) stood on the other side of the arch. In the center was Vince––still hiding his identity behind a mask.

Angel pulled out her phone, tapped it a few times, and music began to play. Some quiet piano piece. Something V had likely picked out. Luca took you down the faux aisle of flowers, and upon delivering you to the altar, took his place standing beside Ronin.

You stared up at Valentin, heart pounding, and took his hands. For a moment the world seemed to fade into the early sunset, veins of gold and red speckled through the forest leaves like freckles on his face.

"Dearly beloved friends," Vince began, his voice uncharacteristically deep and rough for the speech, "we are gathered here, for the first time, to celebrate the union of two of our... slaughterhouse losers. It is a joyous occasion and I am honoured to be officiating. While this may, in some way, be a marriage of convenience, we have all watched the love grow between V and (Y/N) over the last few months. I am sure they will have many happy, bloody days ahead of them."

Valentin pursed his lips in irritation, but said nothing. You giggled.

"Now we will listen to their vows, which I know will be as titillating as they are romantic. You may proceed."

V sighed roughly, straightening his jacket subtly.

"I do not wish to speak my vows aloud in front of the present company. However... in the interest of ceremony..." he groaned, pursing his lips again, "... I will say... something."

You gave a small nod, gently urging him on.

"... I... love you, (Y/N)," he said as though it was painful. 

Behind him, Ronin was positively beaming.

"This, to me, is no marriage of convenience. I fully intend on pledging my life and soul to you." He paused. "That is all."

Quiet giggles sounded from behind you.

"Ever the romantic," you said, earning only more laughter from your friends. "Indeed, we are surrounded by people whose names we do not fully know. Who do not know our names, either. And, indeed, this ceremony was hurried. For that we have the police and their idiotic search to thank. But... it is brought forth by your kindness, V. You spared the server––people you claimed to hate––and sacrificed yourself to this. I hope that my presence with you as you go into hiding is solace––some consolation in return for your act of selflessness. Each day in your presence is a gift. I look forward to our many years together as I do each second that I am able to stand with you, in peace, content to know the sensation of true love. That is to say... I pledge my life and soul to you, too."

In the presence of the server members, V kept his composure quite well––but the shine in his eyes, apparent only to you, gave away the loving turmoil within. He slipped a pale golden ring over your finger––you settled a diamond-embedded ring over his. You barely processed Vince's final words before the two of you came together, soft touch upon softer lips, spirit intermingling with body as you kissed. He pulled you in, passion brimming at his fingertips but never released. You kissed and pulled away, and stared into one another. Therein was your home.

A crackling gunshot bolted through the air and you jumped, hand whizzing up to grip V's upper arm.

"What the fuck?!" Misaki yelped.

"Ronin!" Angel yelled, fists at her side.

"What?" He said, still holding a smoking gun pointed towards the sky. "'S a shotgun wedding, ain't it?"

"Technically speaking, a shotgun wedding occurs when the bride is pregnant before marriage, and the bride's father threatens the groom with a gun to marry the pregnant daughter," Vince said.

Ronin shrugged.

"Close enough," he said.

"Not close enough," Angel said, storming over and yanking the gun out of his hand. "Don't pull any more bullshit or I'll shoot you in the foot."

"Pff. I don't have anything else planned. Besides, I think it made the day more... special," he said, smiling at you.

V held you tighter.

"The sun has almost set. Now is the time to throw your bouquet," Vince said.

"Oh, right," you mumbled.

You turned, taking the bouquet of flowers from Angel. It was a smattering of wildflowers and exotic flowers V grew in his bunker, creating a palette of dark green leaves and pale purple, white, and blue petals.

Misaki, Angel, and Felicie excitedly gathered behind you. 

"Ready?" You asked, grinning all the while.

"We are ready!" Felicie said.

With that you threw the bundle of flowers behind you, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of a more blind throw. A few gasps sounded around you. When you opened your eyes, you found the bouquet stuck in the branches above you. Your eyes widened. Then, with a gentle breeze, the branches stirred and dropped the bouquet. It fell through the air and landed directly on Luca's face, falling into his arms as he spluttered from the pine needles and leaves.

Silence settled over the entire gathering for several seconds before everyone devolved into laughter, Ronin's cackling sounding about it all.

"Oh my God," Luca said, spitting out the last pine needle. 

"Ha!" You laughed, "looks like you'll be getting married after all, Luca."

"No," he said, "looks like Felicie will be getting married."

With a dramatic swoop of his arms, he knelt down in front of Felicie, and with faux tears in his eyes offered the bouquet to her.

"For you, my dearest beloved," he said, clutching his heart.

"I hate you," Felicie said in a pained voice.

"You love me."

"You wish."

You watched them bicker with much delight, returning to lean against Valentin's sturdy frame. His arm wrapped around and settled his hand on your waist–-a comforting warmth in the cool of the coming evening.

The rest of the evening was spent around a fire eating less than lavish food, the former courtesy of Ronin and V's teamwork, and the latter supplied by Misaki and Angel. You considered going to a restaurant for the last time before going into hiding, but all of you together was a mite suspicious, especially considering Vince's reluctance in taking off his mask. V mostly kept quiet and stayed dutifully at your side, socializing little and eating even less. At times a snide remark would slip out of his lips and delight the surrounding company. Such moments were especially entertaining for Ronin, who took a special joy in teasing V. Otherwise, you enjoyed your last day of socialization, imprinting each moment into your memory for safekeeping. It was likely the last time all of you would gather together.

In the end, they all parted in separate directions. Only when the last of them had gone did V deem it safe to return home, carrying you bridal style to his car. The drive was short enough, and he decided to carry you further into your now-shared home, only setting you down when he reached the couch. He quietly locked the door before returning to you.

Some of the flowers had fallen out of his hair, but the majority of them remained, partly wilted but still bright in colour. For a little while the two of you sat in silence staring at each other.

Then he broke the spell, gaze falling to his lap as he spoke.

"I, um... I did prepare my true vows. I just... did not wish to speak them in the company of serial killers," he said quietly.

"I understand," you chuckled. "You want to say them now?"

"If you are not too tired, I would like to, yes," he said.

You nodded. He gave a curt nod in return, and pulled a folded piece of paper out of his breast pocket. His eyes flickered from the paper to you, and he cleared his throat, nerves ringing in the silence.

He began.

"My dearest love... there are a great many evils in this world. Each person one meets carries this within them––the mark of failed morality, and we are, each of us, in some way tainted by our decisions. Long ago I lost hope for humanity. We are an animal species, untamed by our supposed society. Feral despite our religion, our understanding; and our connection to both divinity and impiety, our free will to choose, has proven without fail that given the opportunity, humans will choose to fall. Why this is I cannot say. It is only what I know to be true." 

He paused, glancing up to make sure you were still paying attention. 

You were. He continued. 

"Just as all creatures do, you, too, have faced such decisions; the choice between goodness and cruelty, oppression and kindness. Just as all creatures have, you have experienced cruelty against you––injustice and wickedness from the blackened hearts of humanity. It is all too easy to mirror such actions when they are done unto you. Yet despite that you have chosen kindness, even when it is more facile to turn to brutality. Trust when it is more comfortable to doubt. And... love, when it is easier to abandon."

He reached out, fingers barely touching your hand. You reached the rest of the way and held his hand in yours. He swallowed thickly.

"It is an odd phrase to thank you for loving me. Still, it feels appropriate. I am not an easy man to love. I scantly admit it but I am, indeed, a killer––even with my just reasonings and my logic, I have committed myself to a lifestyle that has marked me both an outcast and a criminal to common society. I long ago gave up the ideal of having a beloved. Such is the cost of justice." He set the paper down and looked you in the eyes, taking your other hand in his. "You are my revelation. My salvation. You are some divine gift, some salve to my poisoned way whose justice comes at the price of my life. But no longer. You are my life, now. Above all it is my duty to protect you. As the ribcage protects the heart, I will shelter you from harm. As compassion safeguards life, so shall I keep you. A beacon of hope. Hope that... perhaps... humanity is salvageable. That my bitter contempt was wrong. It is my wish thusly to be with you, as long as you will have me, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part––till we meet again in our next life, to love one another once more."

You could barely breathe. As you expected, his vows were long, the words meandering. He often spoke like that when it met his fancy. But the sincerity behind it, coupled with the shining, stray tears brimming his eyes––it broke you down into your purest parts, shattered about the floor till only the glowing soul remained seated in his hands.

You wrapped him in your arms and did not let go.

[seraphimslum]

edenfall launch! an angel and her darling eldritch approaches...

hello fellow rotten angels! welcome, once again, to the slums… this time, though, instead of playing as that deranged angel ezekiel, you'll be inhabiting eden, the eldritch within ezekiel that loves her… a little too much.

edenfall is brought to you by a few familiar faces: josh carlat leads the game's development once again, carefully creating those crash screens and creepy text we know all too well. lorraine wong brings to you the liminal soundtrack and the slum's incomprehensible echoes. lauren kong reprises her role as ezekiel, giddy and manic and loving. juicydev ensures the eerie writing and gameplay hits just the right note, like a perfectly brewed cup of grass tea. our anonymous artist returns with their renaissance-esque renderings of the slum's angels, gorgeous and haunting. we're joined by clockworkjoker, who illustrates the slum angel's sprites with the twist of their personal style, and binaryheartgames, who delivers eden's slum devourings with green verve. and of course, i return with directing and writing this next instalment of ezekiel (and eden's) descent into the slums.

i am excited to present you with day 1 to day 4 (with a sprinkling of day 5) of edenfall. although edenfall is not complete, as the full game is intended to be 7 days long, we intend on finishing the game around june 2024 and have a steam released planned in the near future: do look out for that!

if you love the seraphim slum universe, do consider supporting us with a donation when downloading the game: your support helps us pay for the $100 steam release fee and helps us continue developing games.

thank you for reading, and we hope you enjoy your descent into the slums - as the eldritch-thing eden this time.

signing off, rosesrot

[serial-killers-hope]

ARIAN ARIAN ARIAN ARIAN RISE RISE RISE RISE

[Anyways :3 arian and cipher ANGST ANGST ANGST :3 i always think of what would happen if Arian was with someone that was similar to cipher bc he was convinced she didn't like him back 💔]

How promising, I do recall their stories… I shall work on this. - Dp

DISCLAIMER :

I will work on OC fics if you request them as well, however, please submit a personality or something of the sort. ( Unless I already know the character from Rosesrot’s server or my own DMs )

Arian wasn’t sure if Cipher reciprocated the feelings.

What now?

Enjoy.

Lost Little Tart.

The baker, Arian, stared at the wall for quite a bit as the soft ticks from the clock filled his senses. In all honesty, he missed Cipher. She was his friend, his saving grace, his muse. The one person who understood his struggles and the one he fell in love with all those years ago.

She used to be his everything.

But now, here he was. Waiting for his partner who wasn’t her. It was upsetting to know ( at least he thought he knew ) that she didn’t love him the way he loved her. It retrospect, he was being dramatic. They haven’t spoken for a week and it was upsetting for the both of them. Arian wouldn’t know until she wanted to speak to him again.

“…I’m fucking dumb.”

The baker cussed quietly, his eyes darting towards the apartment door for his partner in hopes that they’d come home. Sure, he’d been thinking of them like they were her. But they weren’t Cipher. They weren’t ever going to be Cipher. Not at all…

He tapped his foot quietly, closing his eyes slightly as he exhaled. It was dumb, this was stupid and ignorant. Right? He was being ignorant to her needs that Arian so desperately wanted to satisfy.

Suddenly, he’s snapped out of his thoughts by the kitchen timer blaring through the room. It made him groan as he stood and turned it off, walking over to the kitchen and slipping his oven mitts on. He wasn’t thinking, not at all. But Cipher hadn’t come home in awhile. After all, they shared this apartment. The hacker was probably staying at Cosgrove’s house at the edge of the city.

Hell, he should call.

He pulled out the tray of cupcakes, piercing each with a toothpick to see how much more time they needed, if any. But of course, they were perfect. Pink and plush like soft pillows. His partner’s ( and subsequently Cipher’s ) favorite flavor. Pink strawberry… the cupcakes that brought her and Arian together.

He wanted to throw up.

It made him nauseous how much he missed her, her laugh, her eyes, her hands, everything. Every little fucking thing. It kind of made him cringe since, well, he wasn’t one for romance. Hell, it was usually just a fuck and go. But now? Arian was down bad. And god did he want to be hers… now he had replaced her with someone else who was just a cut and dry copy her.

Then, bang. The door swung open.

“Arian.”

There stood Cipher, her eyes puffy from crying and her hair all disheveled. His brows furrowed as he finished placing the cupcakes on the tray and rushed over.

“Holy shit, what’s wrong Phi?”

That nickname, that damn name slid out in habit. He wanted to cringe and shrink in on himself until he felt her lips crash into his. His eyes widening as she kissed him in a fit of tears.

And at that moment?…

He felt like he was in heaven.

[nurukiki]

WE ARE AT DAY 7 AND DAY 8 FOR OUR COUNTDOWN!!!

For this post, I wanna talk about the visual novels I’ve been playing

- Killer chat (rosesrot)

I’ve really liked this one so much. I really like Misaki and Ronin. Misaki is the sweetest bean there and Ronin is just…fades away

-Where the two flowers meet (sylvan)

I’ve finished this visual novel before but I love the character design and story….I love everything about it. I can’t say much without giving spoilers but one of the main guys, Caleb looks like Kaveh and Bakugo at the “same” time!!!

- To eat a god (Soffis_mbm)

I just finished playing the demo and can I just say….Nulla? Nulla anybody? He was adorable and reminded me of Monika at some points in the game and even though it’s a demo, I loved every second of it

19 days left until my birthday‼️‼️

[rosesrotofficial]

I've been wanting to ask, what inspired you to make gluttony gods? If it was anything specific

i wanted to explore the relationship between gender, decay, and body horror. so much of trans media is posited around the concept of decay and death, and i wanted to contextualise that in terms of apotheosis. with transition comes transgression, but also transmogrification, and thus gluttony gods explores what that means when it comes to abject bodies.

it's also in the title: gluttony gods. this game is about extremes: the extremes of (reclamatory) rot, the extremes of (feminine) perfection. it's about how ronin and ther's personal vices - for ronin its excessiveness, for ther its repressiveness. and how that kills them, and grotesques them, over and over and over.

gluttony gods is about destructiveness, too, and escapism. particularly in how the notion of "escape" can be such a fallacy. but... i'll save that for later.

play the game ;)

[heavensickness]

hi!! i love love love ur blog and was wondering if u have any recs for more like yours to follow? or ur fav blogs? xxxx

hi! you can check out @lifeinpoetry, @woundgallery, @bostonpoetryslam, @lunarpoems, @apoemaday, @2ndmlsyndrome, @sovietunion, @weltenwellen, @sugarmadonna, @fairycosmos, @babykibby, @fatalframev, @odetosuffer, @horrorlesbians, @literalgirlfriend, @bisexualgirlfriend, @73ghosts, @orquid, @hongkongtaxi, @lunasghost, @moonstned, @dixiedeadshake, @entropydemons, @cloudbeam, @thesaddestchorusgirlintheworld, @trashzy, @crystallcoffin, @bliindferret, @finalgirlgf, @unspokengrief , @psihokracija, @psihodelicen, @graceandgirlhood, @rosesrotted, @celebrityskinmp3, @seravph, @maletiddies, @ijaazat, @fearlastyear, @thedearidiot, @hiding--places, @lovel1ght, @lovlettres, @techfemme, @roadmotel, @firstfullmoon, @belljarpdf, @gothmary, @fridayiminlovemp3, @exitwound, @finaltransboy, @hauntdom ... people i reblog a lot from are my recommends, in general

[vvanessammolina]

@rosesrot @apinchofgray-blog 

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[kagecreep]

༻❁༺𓇼 𓇼 𓇼𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓇼 𓇼 𓇼༻❁༺

𓅓𓊵𓏏 𓊪𓄤𓆑𓂋𓅨𓂋𓏏 and welcome to my personal cavern on the web. A place littered with little writings, songs, and loving, gorey stories. My name is Kage, and I hope you enjoy your stay. 𓋴𓈖𓃀𓏏𓊗𓏭 and may the Gods be with you.

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I write songs mostly about cannibalism, evolution, religion, fish, and undying devoted love––though that kind of ties into the cannibalism, just like the fish tying into religion and evolution both. Do you see the red thread? Connection of the divine and grotesque? If you're lucky, I'll share a few hymns.

Currently into KillerChat by rosesrot––fantastic little game. I'll be writing for V a lot, and maybe a little Ronin for the 🩸deranged🩸. You can request something but I don't guarantee anything; I write for my own desires and expression, that's a lesson I learned a long time ago.

𓁺CW: Blood, guts, and gore. im a funckig twisted cyclpath 😈𓁺

But feel free to message me otherwise. I don't bite. Much.

[seraphimslum]

wishlist edenfall on steam now!

hi rotterlings! it’s been a little while, but i hope you’ve been keeping well (and i hope that your playthrough of seraphim slum was everything you dreamt of!)

i'm so excited to announce that edenfall, our prequel-slash-sequel to seraphim slum is now live on steam. you can wishlist the game now!

as a refresher, this is what edenfall is all about:

You're Eden, an eldritch thing. You're in love with your angel Ezekiel. But Ezekiel is enamoured by the slum she is damned to and the angels stagnating in it.

She wants the slum angels to fall. You would do anything to help her. But she wants you, eldritch thing you are, to swallow up the slum as she dallies with its angels. She wants you away from her, wants to love something that is not you.

And that just can't do.

You must make Ezekiel love you. You must tell Ezekiel you love her. You may be a mass of vines and branches but you have a confession to make.

Somehow, you must find a way.

(Parchments, radios, songs… something pulsing alive. Ezekiel must hear it.)

thank you all for reading and for your interest in playing edenfall! i hope to see you in the slums once more, hopefully on valentine’s day. <3

love, rosesrot

(ps: i’ll be releasing a demo of edenfall soon as well, so keep a lookout for that!)

(pps: if you'd like to be posted on my future stories and games, join my discord and say hi! i’d love to chat with you guys :D)

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