#vn bat

[trunswicked]

"You comin', or what?"

[mochasucculent]

Ghost manager of the Hinamizawa Fighters

[14dayswithyou]

So it's taken some time, but I wanted you to know that 14dwy has actually inspired a game of my own! It's also a yan game and it's called Crystalline Cage! :D You're in the games credits lol

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaa I'm so happy and honoured to hear that!! ;v; I know I normally keep things strictly 14DWY-related on this blog (and require a secret phrase for asks), but I'll make an exception hehe

The demo for "Crystalline Cage" drops on the 3rd of August!!

✦ Links: tumblr | itch ✦

[aieevee16]

Fruit Bat Francesco and Vampire Bat Cirrus ft. Vesper's hand!

Would you believe me when I say that this idea came from a discord conversation about both Francesco and Cirrus not having eye holes in their masks and they just be using echolocation to get around?

[ciberrab-cl0wn]

A gift for a friend @gloomycheri ♡

[sing-geronimo]

i am mentally unwell

[draguuula]

What if Mychael asked to braid your hair?

i would cave so hard, nonnie, u dont UNDERSTAMD !!!

i think his touch would be super light and gentle. mychael def would ask if you wanted to match his braid in his own hair, but not without being caught blue in the face.

his fingers definitely work nimbly yet slowly which just adds to the intimacy of the moment, and he'd prolly even hum while his tail sways peacefully and the flames in the fireplace crackle softly.

guhh... and if you ended up falling asleep under his touch and slumped against him in any form, he'd be too shy to move, stroking your hair gently with a smitten, blushy look on his face while he mutters a soft 'goodnight' to you.

[kachayet]

I have not seen enough Jørgen fanart, shameful knowing that he is the best character in the whole game

[dragonsketchbook]

I've been messing around with this character's design for a good few months now, fiddling with specific parts over and over and now I think I'm starting to really like where I'm going with the big sad sack~ Lemme know what you think :D

[softceleste]

The fact I honestly thought I'd pull off playing College Craze and being normal about it, and then less than a week later I've already played it multiple times, made a duel MC au, a Pinterest board, and recreated some of the PopMe pages, is genuinely not lost on me.

[hamartiologic]

before the phoenix's rebirth

che la fenice more e poi rinasce

Pandora's box is set aflame. Milo will come to know this searing warmth.

Rattled.

Pandora felt rattled. Agitated. Frustrated.

Though, none of these feelings were beyond understanding. Far from it.

These were emotions that she knew all too well, in which the worst iterations bore their teeth to bite at her from within. They presented as a sickeningly familiar discomfort in the face of Pandora's lowest moments—when all would be taken from her, she would at least find solace in the fires of their gaping maws, burning herself alive in its embrace. To give herself up and relinquish herself to the flames than to someone else's hands. From the ashes, she would renew herself.

Burn. Disintegrate. Rebuild.

He wants to think he's gotten used to the process. He's been doing it for years. He was shaky at first, having extinguished the fires with his very own tears before and left himself half-melted with no recourse. He knows better now, though. He should. There's no way he wouldn't.

Pandora steps out for air. The door slams behind her. Someone yells at her from behind it with not one kind word to spare, but she merely clicks her tongue and curses under her breath in response.

The fire was only beginning.

He needed to fan the flames to a bright red, or else he'd never quell his agonies. Being an adult, as hard as it seemed for him to feel like one at times, had its perks—he had more 'freedom' to do whatever he wished than he did as a child, so long as he ignores the breath down his neck and its suffocation. It mockingly dances in tandem with the smoke's rhythm, creating a melody of intoxicating resentment. It was rigid. Unyielding. Invariable. Stubbornly incompatible were the two—it was the will of others fighting over his own. There was no hope of reconciliation. Regardless, he had to do something.

Pandora slams her body into the driver's seat and closes the door. She feels like she's gonna explode any moment. Her head is on fire, too, but it's not enough yet.

Inhale. Exhale.

Fan the fire.

Keep it burning.

Even if it hurts.

It's all part of the process.

He thinks he wants a witness to all this. To really make it worth it. The flames might burn more brightly for a spectator's eyes, he surmises, but he's never invited anyone to watch such a display. After all, he's spent so long building up this image of himself—to back down now would render his efforts all for naught. Not to mention his overly pathetic and righteous sense of keeping others out of his problems.

And yet.

The fire's already making a mess of her head. It's the flames and the smoke that speak for her now, drunk off recklessness and asphyxiation. This rebellion against herself was a kind of freedom, too, but a bitter one. Before she's even aware of it, she's already dialed someone on her phone.

"Hey, Milo! I figured we could hang out today, so I wanted to ask if you were free," Pandora opens. He drums her fingers on the wheel. The response from the other end elicits a hum, off-kilter in the strained laugh hidden within: "Great!"

She takes a deep breath then, a preparation for her disclosure. It might very well be a eulogy of sorts. Vulnerability was a weapon against her pride, something she rarely indulged in out of a perverted, warped sense of self-preservation. Despite it all, she bites the bullet.

"Also, I'm just a bit off my game for today, so... I hope you don't mind. I can trust you to keep this a secret, right?"

There's a sound of questioning from the other, and for a second Pandora wonders if he's made a mistake in trusting him. It's his guilt that calls out to him now, because of course it always does, and threatens to extinguish his blaze—as if to say, "don't you dare bring someone else into this mess or you won't be the only one left scorched."

Then, after what seems like an agonizing eternity, she hears Milo's acceptance to her proposal. The flames roar at the eagerness of the other party's oath, crackling through the receiver. Pandora adjures their quietude for now—it's not yet time for them to consume her whole.

"Thanks, you're the best!" Pandora smiles, his joy seeping in his voice, he's sure. He puts the car in ignition, the engine starting up. The heat rises, building up to a crescendo.

"So, I was thinking we'll go to..."

[italianbeato]

oooh you wanna read misericorde sooo bad you wanna read a murder mystery set in an abbey in 1482 and there might be ghosts oooOOOO

[skeletalgames]

tfw a compliment makes you poof into a bat 🦇 #mondaymood

✨ Wishlist Spill The Beans on Steam! ✨

[xoxoalette]

How is my grumpy boy and flirtatious girl been?

I missed them so much!🥺

“EEEE IVE BEEN GOOD ANON BABES!!! A little upset winter is almost over but that just means hotter outfits!!!! I missed you so much too :((( < 3333 Let’s hang out more, k?!?!”

“Good I guess, hope you have been alright too anon.”

[linhnguyenmummim]

Cho thue nha bat khong gian to chuc ngay phu nu VN 20/10

(via Cho Thuê Nhà Bạt Không Gian Tổ Chức Ngày Phụ Nữ VN 20/10)

[jichanxo]

this is from renall's Some Kind of Sunny Little Dream which is a side story to his other umineko fanfiction, Redaction of the Golden Witch, but can also be read as a standalone. it's very good and it's free and you can read it right now