Visual Novels

Visual novels

This is for people who like visual novels, and when i say people i dont just mean girls. Most Visual novels games are targented toward girls but i have found to amazing free visual novels that are targeted towards most people. Both games allow you to choose a set of pronouns ( He,She,They, sorry neopronouns users) along with your name.

The first game is callled

Our Life : Beginning and always

I love thais game for many reasons i could and have talked about it for hours. The art is beautiful, heres the cover image.

They give you the abilty to choose your relationship with cove ( green haired boy above) that mean that for my aromatic people who like visual novels ,you can play this and just be friends with cove. One thing i love is that if you select pronouns it doesn't assume anything, for example there's a event that you go to with cove and even if you picked he/him pronouns they still allow you the choose of wearing a dress, which is a great feature even if its not something i would choose. You can also change you pronouns during the game, so if you want to represent yourself as trans you can. And it not just something they skip over, there are moment where you can talk about it if you want. Another feature i like is that i can choose my body type, in a lot of visual novels i feel like they assume im skinny, which im not, and being able to choose that made me happy. Also race and skin tone are also cosumzimable for the minorities that always feel left out.

Onto the summary, so the story is about you and your best friend Cove, you can choose to make that into a romantic relationship or stay friends. Anyway, when your young a new boy moves in, and you become friends( or fall in love) and go adventures together. The free version has three time periods, kid (5-6 years old) teen (15 years old) and young adult ( 18 year old). in each segment there are adventure you can take with cove. 

Anyways i recommend this its my favorite Visual novel. Ill post the second game recommendation later, im a busy guy. sorry for spelling errors

The Unkissable Prince

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Quirkless highschool drama club AU. Denki and Jirio play the main leads of a highschool production of “the little merimaid” but problems arise when Jirou insults Denki, calling him ‘unkissable’. Denki’s insecurities grow, feeling unlovable and undesirable, but with some help and flirting from his stage manager Shinsou, Denki realizes that Jirou was wrong.

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As the start of every school production starts, you need a cast and their director, Hizashi Yamada, had spent the past week putting the actors into their roles. Now he was in front of them very dramatically reading the cast list to them, he had already named off the minor characters and everyone was already excited.

“ And now for your lead actors,” Yamada announced and then paused for what the kids assumed was suspense until the director spoke again.

“I’m going to need a drum roll, your lead deserves it.” The students were immediately on it, every one of them started hitting their hands against their, hand’s, legs,, or textbooks.

“ Announcing your underwater king, king triton played by Katsuki Bakugou”

Bakugou made a tsk sound, not out of annoyance but as if he was saying ‘of course I’m playing the king you damn extras’ with the simple sound.

“And for his red-shelled friend and worker, Sebastian, will be played by the one and only Eijiro Kirishima.” 

Kirishima was almost near tears, he wanted this role so bad, but he was insecure about his acting ability, but now he was filled with happiness and confidence.

“ Yeah, I knew you’d get it, Kiri.” Mina patted Kirishima on the back, her way of supporting Kirishima.

“Now For the evilest witch who resides under the sea, Ursula will be played by our very own Mina Ashido!” Yamada announced in a sinister voice and pointed at the ecstatic girl. Mina jumped up and started doing a little dance.

“Mina save it for the stage. Now where is my drum roll!?” The students repeated the actions from earlier, making Yamada happy.

“The love interest known as Prince Eric will be played by the one you all know and love Denki Kaminari, and as for his mermaid princess Ariel, that role is given to the talented Kyoko Jirou”

The two leads were very happy to hear that they got the roles they wanted. After some chatting and highlighting their lines, the student’s director was ready to watch the students become their characters and they began to prepare their last high school production.

It was Thursday and today they were going to rehearse the last few scenes of the show for the first time. Both the leads were nervous about the kiss scene that they would have to share, both for different reasons. For Jirou not only was it going to be her first kiss, but it would be with Denki, it not that she has anything against Denki, it’s just that Denki was a guy, and Jirou wasn’t into guys. She’s more into the smart type, with long hair, and lot of money who like tea and are named Momo Yaoyorozu. Jirou wouldn’t say she was repulsed by guys, but she valued her first kiss and didn’t want it to be for a show with someone she would never fall for. Similar to Jirou, Denki also hadn’t had his first kiss, but he just wants to get it over with, he doesn’t want to graduate without having his first kiss. He could care less about who or why, he cares about when. Even if he wants to have the kiss he is still nervous, it will be his  first kiss of course he’d be nervous. They had been rehearsing for a while up until the wedding scene arrived, the scene that required a kiss from the leads. Before they started the scene the director interjected

“ Denki and Jirou come down here for a second.” The two got off the stage and to the director.

“ So Jirou has expressed that she's uncomfortable with the kiss, which is reasonable, you two are high schoolers. So we’re going to do stage kisses, you know how to do that, right?” the two nodded their heads.

“ Ok then get back up there.” The two began to walk up to the stage, but Denki needed to know why Jirou was uncomfortable.

“ So I’m not your type?” Denki joked, his way of figuring out what was wrong.

“ Yeah, you're gross.”

“So gross that you don’t want to kiss me?”

“Of course I don’t want to kiss you, kissing you would be the grossest thing I could think of.” Denki wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he didn’t expect her to make him feel so… unlovable. Jirou realizes what she just said and she feels bad but then realizes that Denki would probably take it as a joke. She wasn’t out as a lesbian to anyone, and she always got defensive when she felt her sexuality would be discovered.

About a week later the actors were sitting and waiting via their director’s instructions.

“Now can any of you tell me what this show is missing.” Yamada walked onto the stage questioning the student. They began to yell out answers, all of which were wrong.

“Nope. No. And wrong. What this show is or I should say was missing is a stage manager. But not anymore, Shinsou come on stage!” A few seconds later an exhausted teenage boy entered the stage, his feet dragging, and in his hands was a large binder labeled ‘The Little Mermaid’. When he got to the center, where Yamada stood, Yamada prompted the boy.

“ Shinsou you’ve got to interlude yourself.” The boy rolled his eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

“ Hello everyone, I’m your stage manager Shinsou. I’m sorry for missing the last week of rehearsal I was working on this.” He lifted up the binder.

“Like he said he is your stage manager he will be working and helping everyone, now let us get to work!” Yamada clapped his hands and the student started to get into place. While trying to get to his spot Denki was stopped by the bluntly attractive stage manager.

“ Hey your Kaminari right, Prince Eric?” Denki had already thought the boy was attractive with a smooth voice, but up close it was dream-like.

“Yeah, that’s me, but you can call me by my first name, Denki.”

“Ok, I approached  you because I have a lot of notes and ideas, and I bet you have yours, so I want to work with you on your portal of Prince Eric.” Denki was shocked at how straight forward the boy in front of him was. A schedule was made so that the two could work on Denki’s lines, memorization, and portal. Though these meetings would also lead to working on Denki’s self-confidence, and romantic life, but they don't know any of that yet, it's something they'll have to discover themselves.

If you were to cast class 1-a and class 1-b in the Little Mermaid, who would play who. I have already filled the rules of prince Eric, ursala, ariel and Sebastian, but I don't want to expose who yet, so help me with the others. Please tell me your suggestions

Idea 3

Quirk less au, highschool drama club.

Male lead Denki and female lead Jiruo are sopposed to kiss but Jirou a closeted lesbian , claims that she doesnt want to kiss someone disgusting like denki ( literally just because hes a guy but only she knows that) . Denki becomes even more insecure about himself, thinking hes unlovable. But the stage manger shinsou proves him wrong

no more then 3 chapters

Idea 5

I came up with  another idea because i love unrequited love. So kirishima and mina in an established relationship (aged up) and kirishima proposes to her, but she say no because she doesn't see the point in marriage. there still dating but denki , who help plan the proposal, has to comfort kirishima constantly. Denki is also in love with kiri , is conflicted. He feels jealous , and relived but also sad that his best friends long term relationship is falling apart.

One shot

Idea 4

Tangled Au

Characters have destiny's they must follow. Dragon prince Kirishima must save and fall in love with the princess trapped in tower, the problem is that he’s gay, but also isn't going to deny his destiny.

Said princess has spent year alone in the castle with no communication. Which means that nobody knows that they are tran’s and has transitioned into a prince, named Denki.

Denki’s afraid of disappointing the prince who comes saves him because he is supposed to be a girl, luckily the prince that saves him is actually happy about the surprise.

Touch-starved

Levi Ackerman x GN!reader

This is pretty self-indulgent, Its a Levi x touch-starved reader. Modern AU. Hurt to comfort.

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Trigger warning: None, there are no spoilers

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Before you started dating Levi, everyone you knew, including himself warned you. They told you that a relationship with him wouldn't be normal, that it wouldn't fulfill your relationship needs. But you loved him and even though he wasn’t very affectionate you knew that he loved you too. Thought that wasn't clear right now. Currently, you were at the wedding of one of your friends, it was nice, too nice. It made you realize how much different your and Levi's relationships were. The biggest difference was how many other people in relationships touch each other. Before you met Levi you thought you could never be in a relationship without touching, but then you fell for him and learned that he was uncomfortable with touch. Which you respected, but sometimes you wished that you could have a reassuring handhold or a thank you kiss on the cheek, it didn't have to be PDA, just in private. Though you don't want to break your boyfriend’s boundaries. Your feelings only worsen every time someone starts hitting their glasses with silverware, trying to get the new couple to kiss, which they did, it made you jealous. Using this jealousy as the fuel you move your hand from the cup you were holding to Levi’s leg, reassuringly. Though it was quickly shoved off and hanging by the side of your body, you didn't have the motivation to move it. You repeat to yourself that he loves you, you try and remember the sweet moments in your relationship but none are coming up. You never ignited to yourself but you were touch starved, even before meeting Levi. You don't know how long you sat there, your body limp, your brain is overthinking. Half of your brain is trying to convince you that he does love you, while the other half was telling you that you deserved more from him. You were broken from your limp body and crazy thoughts from the clinking of glass and silverware and then cheering after the couple’s kiss. You watched as they kiss and hold on to another’s hand while sitting down, it hurt, you felt hatred inside you. You abruptly stood up and walked toward the doors, you couldn't leave, but you could at least get some fresh air. That was your plan anyway, but as soon as you got outside and out of sight of everyone, you broke down,  it just so much. You had the boyfriend but you didn't have the kisses, hand-holding, cuddles that you thought were a part of a relationship. For god’s sake, your love language was physical touch you should have known that a relationship with Levi would fail. 

"What's wrong brat?"

Levi turned the corner, and though his words were rude his voice was softer than normal. You breathed in trying to calm and hide your breakdown but Levi was pretty good at seeing through you. He ruffled your hair, that’s right he does give physical affection but pat or ruffling off your hair was the most, and he did that to everyone, it wasn’t the special relationship touches you wanted, you weren’t special. Your boyfriend slid down to the ground with you

“Why are you out here, sitting on the dirty ground?” 

As much as you hated the absence of physical touch in your relationship, you couldn’t tell him that, he had his boundaries and you’re supposed to respect that, so you held off on telling him.

“I don’t know I just wanted some air.”

You lied, and he saw through it.

“Why did you want fresh air?”

You were really tiring to hold back your thoughts and opinions of his boundaries but it had been building up for the past six months, and so it all came spilling out.

“Because I feel unloved. I mean I know you love me but you never physically express it. I feel like your repulsed by the idea of me and my body, I can’t even hold your hand. You just shove me away, and I just feel disgusting a guilty for even trying because I know you have boundaries and that I was warned that this would happen but I thought that I could handle it, but I can’t. I’m touch starved and the one person I feel comfortable enough to help me, to cuddle me, to love me, doesn’t want to, or they cant. And it makes me feel so guilty for feeling that way, and that just adds to the terrible feeling inside. I don’t think I can deal with it anymore, I thought that my love for you would fill that hole, the one missing physical touch, but the love just made it worse because I love you too much to break your boundaries. And-and, I think it would be better for my heart if we stopped. If if we we stopped our relationship.”

You were so emotional that you were stuttering some words, the tears that you stopped when Levi showed up had come back even worse. Sometime during your speech you stood up, Levi stayed on the ground leaning against the building, and at the end of your declaration, you speed-walked into the building and the restroom. You whipped your tears as well as you could. Walking out of the restroom you headed to the bar, you didn’t know what you were gonna order, you just knew you were going to need it. You reached the bar and tried to stutter out an order but you couldn’t name a drink and the bartender moved onto someone else. Dissociated you walked back to your seat, and once again the sound that backend the couple to kiss was being made. You sat in your chair dissociating for a while, the only thing you processed was the sound of silverware tapping glass that happened every so often, and that the chair next to you was still empty. He probably took the offer to leave you and this relationship, and even though you encouraged it, you still weren’t ready for it. You rested your elbows on the table and then your head in your hands. You started to cry again for so many reasons, realizing that you lost the few head pats and hair ruffling he would give you, realizing that you would probably be more touch starved now. Suddenly there was a weight on your back, and arms wrapped around your neck loosely like a hug. You didn’t have the energy to shove off whoever was responsible so you tried your best with words, feeling more anger than sadness all of the sudden.

“Whoever is touching me, stop.” 

The arms and weight stayed, and that small bit of anger changed back to sadness

“Just please, I can’t right now, please sto-”

Before you could finish your plea the person behind you spoke up

“It’s me”

Levi, his voice was softer than you ever heard, and you weren’t sure if you could believe it, both because of the voice and the hug he was giving you.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to lose you, can we talk outside?”

You nodded your head, then you felt him remove himself from you, you stood up and to your surprise, he grabbed your hand, you couldn’t tell if he was holding you in a possessive way, a caring way, or a loving way. What you did know was that it was tight and desperate. When you reached outside, your hand was still in his, his other hand was trapping you between him and the wall.

“I think you miss understand my boundaries, along with how much you matter to me.”

You still weren’t sure if he was just finalizing the break-up or trying to stop it from happening, you stayed silent to find out.

“I don’t like being touched, I don’t have a reason it just how I’ve been for a while, but I’m okay with touching others, it gives me control, the ability to stop if I’m uncomfortable without having to ask, if you want more physical contact I don’t mind giving you what you need, just let me be in control.”

It made some senses, but you wondered why he hadn’t been affectionate with you before if that was the case, so you question him

“Why haven’t you then, why haven’t you touched me, or held my hand.”

“ I wasn’t ready, and when I was I was, honestly scared.”

“Why?”

“As I said, I don’t know, I never really understand my emotions or where they come from. But I’m not scared now, I want to make you happy, I don’t want to be selfish anymore.”

You let out a breath that you were holding, finally allowing yourself to relax.

“ I don’t think you were selfish, and I’m sorry that I pushed you this far, and I don’t want to break up, I just wanted the pain to stop.”

Levi removed his hand from the wall and moved it behind your back pulling you into him.

“I am selfish but you need to stand up for yourself more, brat.” 

It was relieving to hear him call you that, it was like his way of saying that he loved you, that he would stay with you. It was his way of saying that he would be with you even if it was hard and that all you needed. 

A few weeks later and you can’t even remember what being touched starved felt like. You didn’t expect Levi to be so clingy, he’s almost always touching you.  At night he’s your big spoon, when he’s working he makes you sit on his lap, in public he either holds your hand or wraps his arm around your back or shoulder. There have been multiple occasions where he’ll whine, or as close as he can get to whining, for you to sit on his lap while he works

“Come here.”

“Baby I’m just as busy as you.”

“And, I said to come here, we can share the desk if you need to, just come here.”

You walk into his office just bringing him a cup of tea, but he pulls you into his lap before you can leave or protest.

“Thank you for the tea.”

“Are you going to let me go?”

“Of course not, you should know that by now.”

“Your right, I love you”

“ I love you too brat”

Of course, there are moments when you feel the need for his comforting touch but he feels uncomfortable, so you two compromised. Whenever this happens, he’ll allow you to play with the buttons on his shirt cuff, or put your hand in his jacket pocket. He feels guilty that he cant always give you the support you want, but you make sure to ensure him that he’s been doing more than enough.