#vn cup

[chamberlilium]

Me and my GF released a toxic-yuri horror visual novel: Absolutely Perfect Specimen!

"Absolutely Perfect Specimen is a horror-yuri visual novel about the android maid Pan and her master Dr. Amy G Dala. Follow Pan over the course of a year as she struggles with insatiable hunger and bizarre dysphoria, all while discovering her past and grappling with her dark future."

I put so damn much of myself into this story. Everything in my life surrounding love and sex and gender has culminated in writing this story with my beloved partner @ruinedpowers.

We made it together over the course of 3 months for the 2023 VN Cup. It's about a lot of things I think the average queer person has dealt with, but also really personal shit pulled straight from my struggle with gender dysphoria and the way it can leave you confused, scared and depersonalized.

It's pay-what-you-want, about an hour long read silently, has a shit ton of art in it, and a haunting, perfect score by my girlfriend @ruinedpowers. I really hope you give a shot.

Content warnings on the itch page.

"You will cry."

[mcq-heartmark]

my wii sports fan visual novel is out! snow day, a story about honesty and realizing that you're in love

available for free on windows, mac, linux and android link

[kastelpls]

this was pretty good. won't say too much except it explores consent and strength in interesting ways.

[pirunika]

ngl this got me like

anyway..for now I'm looking n am pretty interestedd in the setting (๑• .̫ •๑) ✧

[critterbutt]

ah yes. drinking coffee from my travel mug to make me feel Like I'm Working as i sit at my desk in my room all day like i always do

[piglii]

Bernkastel, don't you think camera angles in anime can be a little... weird sometimes?

[brltpop]

I need an explanation for the fact that every time someone tells me they think i might enjoy a certain artist i end up absolutely not doing it, like either those people don't know me at all or i give the wrong vibes or ???

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Heyy do you mind if I give you recommendations for Yan VN?

YES.

[universal-kitty]

    With a lil encouragement from @threadsun​, here’s my other two Sunny Day Jack fics! Both follow the canon story of the current, extended demo, and... For lack of an insert name, I’ve just used my own! (And if you enjoy these works, I also do commissions...?)

    For recommended reading...

.: First Meetings: Sunny Day Jack :. How that VHS tape ended up in the apartment in the first place...as well as the feelings leading up to the moment, and a little after it. Who knew puns made for a delightful icebreaker~?

.: Finding CloudyTown :. Aki and Jack have gotten to know each other very well. To the point that their relationship has become romantic... So what spurs them on to dig into the past of the SunnyTime Crew Show?

[ Minors + ageless blogs DNI. SWWSDJ is an 18+ game. ]

[xoxoalette]

Um how would the twins react if mc yelled out 'rip my eyes out and f*** the socket" while they were fucking?

They would absolutely not enjoy that and would probably have to stop mid sex dawg

[turnthepagevn]

Robin: *being sweet and showering the mc with all his love*

mc: I don't know Ellie. I think he just likes me as a friend.

[very soft screaming]

[shadegamein]

Slowly this is getting filled with mock ups, just need a few more

[wakebaka]

[duketibbitswaifu]

🌸 Ever since me and my Dukey poo got together, ✨ he's been working to get himself clean. 🍰 It's been a difficult journey, but I'm so proud of how much effort Dukey is putting in~!111 😊 🌸

💗I came across this song today, 🍓 and it reminded me so much of my Dukey pookie bear. 🎀 Drug abuse has permanently fucked us both up, but it gets better. 💕 I wish I could just rush him to the end of my same journey, ✨ but it doesn't work like that. But I will do everything I can to help him achieve his goal <3333 💗

[bastardwhoisnamedrat]

this shit sounds hilarious when i verbalize it so i might as well see if it transfers to text: i have TERRIBLE anxiety in relation to most interpersonal relationships, even longstanding ones like family. i can't text i can't call i can't talk first. this extends to a desire for what i'd like to call "socio-political overawareness" wherein instead of actually synthesizing information into anything even moderately important with my fucking needle head's worth of free time, i just. keep reading shit.

paper after pdf after paper and i can recite the information, yeah, but i can't DO shit with it. so i just get kicked into this gear of anxiety (that truly is my own fault) where i think i'll never know anything, i'll hover in this state of non-awareness and i'll never be able to help anyone like that.

it comes from an internal responsibility to take advantage of how much informaition is avaliable, but sadly i just lack the time to really dive into print resources in depth and this is SUCH a first-world problem, so to speak, so know it's really a non-issue like "ohh i can't understand world politcs fast enough oughh i don't understand historical tragedy :(" but also it just. upsets me.

[xlatrina]

Show Me

Tags: 16(+)* (*Minor kissing, nothing crazy fr), Gender Neutral Reader (despite canon), Words of Affirmation/Sweet Talk, basically fluff

Not proofread so… hopefully no typos or clunky sentences anywhere lol. Mr. Crawling is being “high-maintenance,” as always, lol. After playing this game for HOURS, I just couldn’t help but crave more content. Buuuutt, given that the game is more or less finished (as far as I understand), I simply had no other choice but to do as writers who play VNs do and WRITE. This is my first “Canon x Reader” fic (well, formally, at least) too, so… please be kind 😅 Anywho, enjoy!

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Mr. Crawling leaps into your arms with such speed that the bed smacks into the wall. A shake travels through the room, jostling the single photo hanging from the gray, textured surface. His hair falls against your skin, the bed sinking in a bit as you feel his body drag over your own. Every breath that reaches your face is cool, no thanks to the room you’re in.

“I enjoy you,” He chirps. His head comes to rest in the crook of your neck. The smell of metal fills your nose, and you scowl for a moment before your face relaxes. It’s a smell you'll simply have to get used to, especially now that you’ve promised to be his.

His body ever so slightly warms yours, though the blankets do more of the work. “I enjoy you,” he says again. “You enjoy me?”

“I enjoy you, Mr. Crawling.” You loosely run a hand through his dark hair. Surprisingly, your fingers only get caught about twice, and the small knots aren’t too hard to pull apart.

“You lots enjoy me?” Suddenly, the cold draft flying through hits your neck as Mr. Crawling lifts his head. Though, you never see his eyes: only the growing festers that conveniently disappear right at his bangs. He tenses in your arms, and you’d think the air froze him or something if it weren’t for his soft, whistling breaths. Mustering up a little smile, you cup his face with your hands.

“I lots enjoy you.” He giggles like a little schoolgirl, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

“Show!” He shouts.

“Huh?”

“I enjoy you, you enjoy me. Am happy lots you come here. I lots enjoy you being together me. You say you lots enjoy me, Ϛօ show!” He bursts each sentence out right after the other, and the bed squeaks from his shifting body as his arms reach around your torso. Show… Ah, that’s what he meant. He wants you to prove it.

For a moment, you frown. How exactly were you supposed to “prove” something like that?

Noticing your face, Mr. Crawling frowns as well. “You ok? No want to do?”

You shake your head and smile reassuringly. “I want to do. I can show you.” This shouldn’t be too hard. In fact, it’ll be easy… so long as Mr. Crawling doesn’t decide to use those sharp teeth of his.

Pulling him forward by his face, you two stare at each other. You focus on Mr. Crawling —first, his gaze, somewhere behind that curtain of hair, and then his lips. They’re ever so slightly purple, just like his cheeks that have become a little warmer while pressed against your palms.

Your eyelids lower as your lips graze his, the small sensation alone sending a shock throughout your body. Is Mr. Crawling feeling the same way? He’s tense all over again. “You ok?” You ask.

Quietly, he responds, “Am ok.”

You close your eyes, breathing in that slightly metallic smell. You exhale, and then pull Mr. Crawling firmly into your kiss. He remains stiff for a while until a muffled sound escapes him. His arms wrap around you tighter. He finally allows his body to fall limp against yours, and just as this happens, you pull back. A little smack bounces through the room. Lying upon your chest, Mr. Crawling drags himself a little closer to your face. Seizing the opportunity, one hand reaches to brush across his hair and the other remains on his cheek. Your thumb rubs against his face in slow, winding circles. Then, you pull his face even closer, catching him into a trap as you lock lips again. Both of you hum contentedly, the sound only accompanied by smacks and the fluorescent light buzzing above. Suckling his bottom lip, you tease him with a strong pull. He sighs into your kiss, and when you finally free him, he chases you.

“… Finished?” He asks. He seems to be pouting a little, already missing the sensation.

“Finished. You now know I enjoy you?” You ask. More or less: do you believe me now?

Mr. Crawling pauses, and then he giggles —much louder than before! He plops his head into the crook of your neck again.

“I know now,” he says. You bring your hand up to join the other in stroking his hair.

The two of you lie together this way for a while, enjoying the silence and the closeness. That is, until you eventually fall asleep and Mr. Crawling leaves your embrace to watch from afar.