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[Yandere Siren x Y/N romance visual novel full version is now available on itch]
Escape Line Surpasses 10K+ Downloads — Thanks!
[EscapeLine] is now officially on steam!
[Important] A Personal Statement on Harassment and FNAF/DCA Comparisons
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'Odyssey', but Calypso is Yandere Sirens
Yandere · Monster Romance · Y/N game · Philosophical · Sci-Fi · Visual Novel Shipwrecked and stripped of memory, you awaken on a fog-shroude
Characters belongs to @systemtide , ooc belongs to me,love belongs to you.
BGM：easy to love. by Sarah Kang
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❤️ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜🔆
The early summer breeze carries the last traces of coolness, swirling dandelion seeds like scattered specks of star, accompanied by the warm scent of sun-dried grass. The sky above is an almost unreal shade of blue, clearly reflecting the patterns of the clouds. Eyes half-closed,you are lulled into drowsiness, hearing the rustle of grass swaying, the chirping of some unknown bird on a distant branch, and the clear rhythm of your own heartbeat. Past memory and the future swirl together with the wind in your mind, then only to drift away. Thoughts slip through your fingers, but if they don’t stay, they must not matter, right? So you just let them go.
A patch of golden shadow pop up at the upper right corner of your vision. “What are you daydreaming about?!”
Ding ding! Critical question! Based on your previous painful experiences, admitting outright that you'd been zoning out would only make him pour out a stream of complaints, eventually ending in endless chatter and cuddling. While you’re lost in thought and unable to answer, the golden glow at your side already hints at a touch of black——Sunny is about to enter his second phase with a dark expression. To avoid the boss battle, you scramble for some excuse. “I’m just looking at the sky.”
The shadow retreats, grass rustles as Sunny lies down by your side, copyright your posture as he looks up. “What’s up there? Clouds? Or birds?”
You lift your hand, thumb and forefinger forming a small circle, holding it up like a makeshift telescope. “Looking at the clouds,”
The world is captured in this tiny frame, holding only a small patch of blue sky and a few strands of clouds. They drift lazily, merging into ever-shifting shapes before floating out of view. “When I was little, I used to stare at the clouds and make up stories about them.”
A soft chuckle brushes your ear. “What kind of stories do you see?” He moves closer, covering your free hands with his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. You stare blankly at the sky. Though you hate to admit it, as you’ve grown older, your imagination has been worn down by trivial matters. “I’d rather know what you see”,trying to steer the conversation.
“Hmm—” He draws out the words in thought, mimicking you by raising a hand as he searches the vast sky for inspiration. “This one looks like a jellyfish, that one like a ray, next to it is a starfish—oh, and this one, this one looks like a flying fish…”
Is this a seafood market?
You turn to look at him. He tilts his head slightly, struggling to come up with ideas, wrestling with his creativity. Sunny’s eyes are a clear, pure silver-white, holding the sea mist and foam. When he looks at you, they often crinkle with smile, rippling gentle waves. His gaze sparkles with silver light flickering faintly in his irises, radiating vitality. But when he’s angry, his pupils freeze over like an unexpected cold frost, sharp and icy as a blade—kinda scary.
Feeling your gaze, he looks back at you. Two of you observe each other through your “telescopes.”.“Are you secretly watching me?” Sunny suddenly leans in close. “Just look directly! You can watch as long as you want.” His tone carries its usual hint of siren temptation.
His pupils and sclera share the same pale white, making it hard to tell where his gaze lingers—whether still wandering the sky or tracing the lines of your face. At such close range, he’s surely looking at you. You hold his stare unwaveringly. “I’m looking at the clouds.”
Sunny pauses, then laughs. “you're totally staring at me and trying to deny it!”
Your hand, still resting near your eyes, moves to cup his cheek. “Look, your eyes,” voice soften, peering into them. “They hold a vast cloud. What story do them tell?”
His laughter fades. He blinks once,twice then flush creeps across his cheeks, the thin skin beneath your hand burns. His indistinct eyes widen slightly, trembling as he looks at you, momentarily dazed. Ha! A high-attack, low-defense fish! Not wanting to tease him too far, you prepare to pull back, but he grabs your wrist and tugs you back.
Sunny rolls over, pulling you to lying on his chest. One hand locks around your waist, leaving no chance of escape, while the other brushes the corner of your eye. In the blink of an eye, he’s composed himself again, effortlessly radiant. “Your eyes… they’re like the universe.” He presses impossibly close, forehead resting against yours, the siren breath cool against your face.
Like the universe? What kind of odd comparison is that? What color even is the universe? He nuzzles your head and confidently explains, “The universe is vast, so of course it holds every single color.” He grins proudly, showing off his newly acquired human knowledge. “And don’t you humans say something like, ‘You are my whole universe’——?” Where did he picked up such cheesy lines? But they stir your heart. Your pulse skips a beat, and he takes advantage of your momentary pause to tighten his embrace, pulling you fully into his presence.
You refuse to back down, squeezing him back with enough force as if you can bruise his ribs. Clearly, Sunny doesn’t seem to notice, taking it as a return embrace. His arms wrap around you. You pretend to struggle, but with the slightest movement, he rolls you both across the grass. How silly. Seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes, you can’t help but burst into helpless giggles, foreheads pressed together, noses brushing,drawing closer and closer…
Your anti-addiction system—or whatever it is—screaming for you to break the overly intimate atmosphere. You lift your head slightly, trying to change the subject. “Uh… oh, look at your head fins, they’re covered in grass! Let me clean them for you!” Sunny mumbles a complaint, wrinkling his face as he sits up to let you tend to him.
Tiny wildflowers adorn his hair, thin strands of grass tangled among them, swaying with every movements as if styled on purpose. With no comb, you run your fingers gently through. Starting at the top of his head and smoothing down, you gather each loose pieces, fingertips brushing against the warm fins, following their flow.
Sunny tilts his head obediently at your touch, lowering his eyelids with a soft expression, trusting as he rests his head in your gentle hands, letting you do as you please. A faint hum escapes his throat—the tune you often hear him sing. You pluck out all the clingy flowers and stuff them into his hand.
The wind stir his “long hair,” and you catch a few stray strands, tucking them back to your palm before letting them fall to his waist. Staring at this enviable volume of hair, you firmly turn Sunny back around when he starts to shift halfway.
Gathering his colorful head fins again, you separate a suitable amount of hair and begin braiding. Fingers weave through the strands, intertwining them one by one, quickly forming the braid. “Can you feel it? Does it tickle?” You always ask these odd little estions, mindful of his unique physiology, not wanting this quiet intimate moment to turn into one-sided torment.
“No, no, not at all! I don’t feel a thing!” Sunny shakes his head, trying to sound convincing. You quickly press down on his head to prevent further damage of the half finished braid. He’s clearly lying. If his hands weren’t gripping each other tightly, his words might be more believable. But regardless, with his insistence, you continue braiding, easing up to avoid pulling too tightly. Occasionally, your fingertips brush past his ear fins, and he faintly shivers, but only smiles softly, letting you do as you please.
You tie the end with a cord. Perfect. He turns his head at once, fingers tracing the braid. “It looks way better than when I do it!!!” His white eyes sparkle as he looks at you. “Do this for me often, pretty please?”
He takes your hand and pulls closer. A small, colorful ring, fragrant with the scent of flowers, lands gently on your head. “For you!” While you were braiding his hair, he was gathering flowers and grass to weave a flower crown for you as a gift in return.
Of course you like it there’s any room to refuse. Sunny unconsciously twists the ends of his hair again at the corner of your eyes. So it is still uncomfortable for him,right?
I Summoned A Yandere God - Devine Possession - ALL ENDINGS - YouTube
I get super hot sometimes randomly so I don't mind it getting cold that's what the covers are for but I would wonder if this character was a forgotten god.
This Yamikage god guy when the character sings reminded me of these Japanese spooky McDonalds ads.
Weird McDonalds Commercial
Yamikage giving the player character coffee or tea be like.
Putting my fingers in my boyfriends DRINK
We keep getting more long haired Yandere men or Yandere male like characters and I'm all for it.
Yandere Mold - Home Is Where He Is DAY 1 - ALL ROUTES - YouTube
I finally saw the Mould the mold Yandere guy and he reminded me of the R.L. Stine The Hub Haunting Hour about the little monster fella called a Klemit living in the walls but helps you out similar to this Khol looking monster fella.
The Walls | R.L. Stine's The Haunting Hour Wiki | Fandom
I would draw Mould with the Fungmammals I have in my Infected Realtor Au mainly Zanadu.
For context, follow this link to my previous Abyss post.
It's one more star than the previous Abyss run.
For more context: "Hi. My name is Nyx, and I am a Kavetham shipper. Subsequently, I am determined to make Kavetham WORK. It's mostly because I love them both dearly. . ." Aaaaaaaaand to prove the meta-players¹ wrong, that they CAN be on a team together.
The team is almost perfect. Shinobu is almost perfect, I just need to level up her artifacts. And if I could just r5 all their weapons, that would be greaaaaat.
YES. I KNOW IT'S NOT FLOOR 12, so it's not a "real measure of my teams' strength." (I'm not sure how else to word that sentence. That's just kind of the vibe I get from the "hardcore gamers" and meta-players of the Genshin community.) Tbh, I'm trying to get full stars on floors 9 through 11 first. That's how I'm judging if I'm "ready" for floor 12. You can still get rewards just by surviving a chamber.
On a later note, aside from Thoma for burgeon, I'm building Yao Yao because I was inspired by one user on HoyoLab using a mono Dendro team (Baizhu, YaoYao, Kaveh, and Alhaitham) to create my own mono Dendro team. I don't have Baizhu though, so I'll keep Xingqiu in. Free quicken against Electro enemies./hj Xingqiu is at C4 thanks to Lantern Rite, so his Hydro application is getting better.
¹ Full disclosure, I do not despise the meta. I believe it is a good outline or guide to making easily built and strong team comps. But I do dislike the meta-players who disparage others for choosing characters that they want on a team and claim they're "wrong for doing so." Or telling others it's "spreading misinformation to say X and Y character can be played together." Then tend to disguise their disparaging comments behind "worry" for your team's synergy and damage count.
