Fantastically wet and also hot. Nobody here is healthy. I enjoyed the delicious wet trransgdender moss growing at the bottom of this awesome slime amphora like top surgery drainage tube sex except i daylight as a giorl so i dont know what thats like. My husband will re-shave my head in two days, because I like it like that, but I have a job thing I have to do the day after, and am gonna wear a wig to it that is specifically the wig that they know me in for that job, and I think if Aqat did this he would keep all the hair and eat it and give it to his friends.
A lot of strong symbolism in biska's clay collection and aqat, malleable and too green to understand the envy and projection molding him, and the trickling sluices of thought and desire that rob him of the opportunity to develop agency, and his inevitably decaying wings, the eroticism of pain and muck when its either that or nothing at all.
The gore, violence, vomit, indulgence, anger, and breakthrough in the final chapter were my favorite parts. The teeth and the iron door and the chase in Onionskin was my favorite part. You both do a splendid job crafting really fucked up relationships and character dynamics, with a lot of layered and complex themes surrounding beauty and ugliness and the cost of innocence and how the self is shaped in these toxic relationships, and all this awesomely hot and articulately rendered creative pain and eroticism of disordered eating (which I like more examples of, it's a yummily difficult topic), but I was missing some of the anger from OO in this. That may be because Aqat as a protagonist feels by defined his lack of anger up until the end, but I would like to see you go totally beastmode and indulgent in writing something that's just mad, because I like it a lot when you do that. Are you holding back on me? I'll find out in Torture Jam
more like angel diuretic (I said after the water sfx made me and my friends all have to pee at the same time)
in all seriousness what a triumph!! after OO I knew I was in for more visceral intimate goodness and this absolutely delivered. Your stories are singlehandedly shaping and expanding my tastes. How beautiful and cathartic it is to see these expressions of love and desperation take shape without shying away from disgust or taking it at face value. The way you confront the carnal mechanism of the body and use it as a stage without restraint is so wonderfully inventive it makes me emotional.
also I can't believe Aqat is literally the sopping wet Webkinz that gets slammed against the wall and the milk sucked out of it
was taken by the prose in Orangepeel, Onionskin, & likewise here. a great degree of care and respect for flesh, mildew, and rot. quite fond of the surgery scene color contrasts, striking and well-orchestrated. lovely & wonderful!
now that I’ve slept on it, also: I love the way the game explores connection between love, art and personhood, how neither can exists without the others. loving, creating and being are equally desirable to Aqat and he wants them in ther raw imperfect forms, not polished to a golden shine.
I love the details of nudity being expected and normal in the baths but not on the streets and then again normal in the cistern. love that stale water and bugs and moss and lichen are positioned as ultimate living beauty. I love that the ways all bodies change can be a new opening for sexuality, creativity and identity, no matter how messy. that a body changed from what you fell in love with is not only still worthy of love but is in a new way erotic and exciting.
beautiful, so beautiful.. the dedication to the water theme in prose, in world-building and in constantly moving interpersonal dynamics, the honesty with which jealousy, selfishness, love and care are explored, the multitudes these characters contain.. the art is gorgeous and the use of multimedia elements is brilliant, the sounds and the music and the UI are all perfect and pulled me in entirely, I couldn’t stop playing until it was over.
the opening is very strong and pairs with the ending perfectly. some moments reminded me of Haibane Renmei in the best way possible but even those are distinctly Angel Diaclasis.
it’s a silly personal thing but I always felt deep connection with water and I used to take baths very often, but for many years now I keep renting places without bathtubs. I miss submerging in the water so much. those were the moments of my greatest connection and disconnection with my body. sometimes I stayed for too long until the water was cold and I couldn’t get out despite not liking it anymore, but the joy of being in a scolding hot full bathtub is unparalleled. this game made me feel the closest thing I’ve felt to those experiences in a while. thank you <3
I came in with no expectations but liking the art style and felt completely blown away. There are other comments breaking down the narrative better than I could have, but I loved how every character felt so real and built to an ending that at once felt inevitable from the beginning and deeply, tragically surprising.
holy moly. riveting, gorgeous, nourishing, stunning, incredible, right from the first lines all the way through to the end. i couldn't tear my eyes away. what storytellling!!! texture, sound, visual!!! i could practically smell the stagnant waters. love love love love love.
One of those stories that you hold onto (or that holds onto you) long, long after you've played it. Absolutely mesmerizing visuals- from the first act I was hooked and sunk into a world of love, tragedy, jealousy and all the feelings that grow in between. It felt like I was reading a true gothic romance-Psello, Aqat and Cyris will have my heart for a long time <33
its a birth, of an angel. born without desire and thought of selfishness, for when your an angel. what is desire? is it inherently meant to be anything? is it the ache of longing for home? is it misery? or is it the longing.
the very beginning of this story, reminded me of a sentence of a book I've read too much, something i blame vesta z for id never had discovered it otherwise.
“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.”
― C. S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
but lets get into this,what i felt upon reading this story. it is not like orangepeel onionskin,something i hold dearly to this day,to my heart for orangepeel made me wail like a hurt child who hadn't known what pain was til the feast ran out and the vomit came.
angel diaclasis,is cruel. its so fucking cruel, its sickening down to its very core.
for an angel has fallen from the only place its known down to a lower life, into the arms of a demon and a writer. a writer who lusts for the ideal of angelhood and a demon filled with envy for its angels beauty. the angel is born with no knowledge, all it knows is the rolling gentle tide in its guts. the water is a piece of home, its sacred, its holy.
aqat was born into a new life, and into this new life, he dared to love two bodies not made to mold into his, not physically of course but rather into his heart. they are beautiful and curved and fat. cyris is rounded in its gut, with pretty lashes and bright eyes and the other, a lost cherub deep down, unaware that he begs for a life never designed to hold him.
this is a narrative of a new beginning, of jealously and fear from three wounded animals, one who has never walked among human men who ache like this before. its spellbounding,the story is a knife you carve into your back for words you don't even god damn know! yet you pray the snakes among you can learn to read it!.
“When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?”
another quote from til we have faces by cs lewis.
because there is no god in this story. because if there was,why did he make love? why did he let someone whos back stings from the weight of his love,fall into a pair of arms who claw at his feathers til the skin is raw?.
because thats the lesson for aqat and the player. this made me go beyond wailing in confusion and fright. i felt the same anger the angel did,the repeated "why? why?" on a loop.the confusion,the hurt,the fear,the tears,the water droplets. the fact the angel does not hold the pain of having. to be free of human agony when your body betrays you,something psello could not escape
i could joke,say that yes this is trangenderism and gay love as its peak form. but thatd be a lie. its beyond that.
vesta z always manages to write painful love and im convinced she is a romantic at heart,for this romance was downright blinding in its glory.
this game is an omen. orangepeel onionskin was about carving your teeth down so youd bite your chosen one gently even when the hot stinging acid melts you down. angel diaclasis is softness you blindly trust, you lay in it, you think finally, i am warm in the cold. but the warmth is just the ache of feeling your spine slice open as it rips everything out of you just when you think you've settled, that, that you thought you ever had a choice.
you don't and neither do angels.
they beg for death in the same manner we do when where on our knees,fingers spread on cold bathroom tile as we retch into the cold glass bowl of a toilet.
a near damn overdose of bad memory we don't want to forget but we must in order to live,which we never want to.
we yearn for holyness in our bodys,for the blood within us to be sweet and clear but often,its just vile matter.
as usual,beautiful writing,art and narrative from vesta
and beautiful game set up by Oscar. the couple manages to make games designed to rip pieces of you out from beneath the ribs with no chance of collection in your palms,because it must be placed within a vase.
i leave my review with one more quote
“Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.”
i think you and vesta should be paid a billion dollars for the games you make together but same time we gotta put you two in a location no one can find because im convinced your out to get your players every single time. this shit was...WOOOOOO god DAMNNN!
read this all in one sitting because i just couldn't put it down... it was so captivating watching the drama unfurl interspersed with interesting details about a strange world... I love this take on angels and the amount of love that is put into depicting disability, in both fantastical metaphorical ways and in raw ways that can be difficult to read from how real it is. it is simply amazing. Thank you for making it.
Sidenote with spoilers: audibly groaned when I saw the little wing CTC indicator turn into a sun icon. So good.
From the mixed media textures paired with vesta's delectable artwork, to the subtle evolving soundtrack & SFX, amplifying the lovely heartbreaking prose. Drank it all up in one sitting ;) Another fantastic collaborative work from vesta & oscar.
Hugely recommending this to anyone who crosses my path going forward, much as their previous work! Gonna give this one another read or two for good measure in the coming weeks.
Nobody is doing the VN medium quite like y'all. The GOAT's who got me obsessed with the endless possibilities of the VN artistic vessel in the first place, absolutely cannot wait to see you break & blossom this medium in the future :)
On a personal note to close, you are the reason I braved making my own VN. The fact such mind blowing multimedia storytelling is free and available to inspire little creators like me gives me hope for other creators of the future to give their go at it. To read & be inspired by the stories you want to tell is a fantastic launching point.
Though we may not be able to fall upward, we can all fly down together!
An immersive, easy-to-read, spellbinding visual novel!
Masterful medium usage, what a delight to read, it's amazing that this is available to read for free!!
I have many thoughts about the truly convincing drama, decadent setting details, use of interjecting portrait art to convey complicated character emotions, but they are best left for anyone to read and enjoy on their own!! I spent my whole day glued to my screen!! What lovely art and sound design, how could I not!!
Super-erotic yaoi!! it's so delicious and clear!! I'll say it again in front of my human!! Ahh!! It's so delicious I drank it all!! Nooo!! <--I expressed my enthusiasm in the form of NTR. Thank you!!
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Fantastically wet and also hot. Nobody here is healthy. I enjoyed the delicious wet trransgdender moss growing at the bottom of this awesome slime amphora like top surgery drainage tube sex except i daylight as a giorl so i dont know what thats like. My husband will re-shave my head in two days, because I like it like that, but I have a job thing I have to do the day after, and am gonna wear a wig to it that is specifically the wig that they know me in for that job, and I think if Aqat did this he would keep all the hair and eat it and give it to his friends.
A lot of strong symbolism in biska's clay collection and aqat, malleable and too green to understand the envy and projection molding him, and the trickling sluices of thought and desire that rob him of the opportunity to develop agency, and his inevitably decaying wings, the eroticism of pain and muck when its either that or nothing at all.
The gore, violence, vomit, indulgence, anger, and breakthrough in the final chapter were my favorite parts. The teeth and the iron door and the chase in Onionskin was my favorite part. You both do a splendid job crafting really fucked up relationships and character dynamics, with a lot of layered and complex themes surrounding beauty and ugliness and the cost of innocence and how the self is shaped in these toxic relationships, and all this awesomely hot and articulately rendered creative pain and eroticism of disordered eating (which I like more examples of, it's a yummily difficult topic), but I was missing some of the anger from OO in this. That may be because Aqat as a protagonist feels by defined his lack of anger up until the end, but I would like to see you go totally beastmode and indulgent in writing something that's just mad, because I like it a lot when you do that. Are you holding back on me? I'll find out in Torture Jam
more like angel diuretic (I said after the water sfx made me and my friends all have to pee at the same time)
in all seriousness what a triumph!! after OO I knew I was in for more visceral intimate goodness and this absolutely delivered. Your stories are singlehandedly shaping and expanding my tastes. How beautiful and cathartic it is to see these expressions of love and desperation take shape without shying away from disgust or taking it at face value. The way you confront the carnal mechanism of the body and use it as a stage without restraint is so wonderfully inventive it makes me emotional.
also I can't believe Aqat is literally the sopping wet Webkinz that gets slammed against the wall and the milk sucked out of it
was taken by the prose in Orangepeel, Onionskin, & likewise here. a great degree of care and respect for flesh, mildew, and rot. quite fond of the surgery scene color contrasts, striking and well-orchestrated. lovely & wonderful!
absolutely incredible, what a journey this took me on.
reading this made me nauseous and angry (<- positive) gorgeous work as always!!!
now that I’ve slept on it, also: I love the way the game explores connection between love, art and personhood, how neither can exists without the others. loving, creating and being are equally desirable to Aqat and he wants them in ther raw imperfect forms, not polished to a golden shine.
I love the details of nudity being expected and normal in the baths but not on the streets and then again normal in the cistern. love that stale water and bugs and moss and lichen are positioned as ultimate living beauty. I love that the ways all bodies change can be a new opening for sexuality, creativity and identity, no matter how messy. that a body changed from what you fell in love with is not only still worthy of love but is in a new way erotic and exciting.
an incredibly upliftng game
beautiful, so beautiful.. the dedication to the water theme in prose, in world-building and in constantly moving interpersonal dynamics, the honesty with which jealousy, selfishness, love and care are explored, the multitudes these characters contain.. the art is gorgeous and the use of multimedia elements is brilliant, the sounds and the music and the UI are all perfect and pulled me in entirely, I couldn’t stop playing until it was over.
the opening is very strong and pairs with the ending perfectly. some moments reminded me of Haibane Renmei in the best way possible but even those are distinctly Angel Diaclasis.
it’s a silly personal thing but I always felt deep connection with water and I used to take baths very often, but for many years now I keep renting places without bathtubs. I miss submerging in the water so much. those were the moments of my greatest connection and disconnection with my body. sometimes I stayed for too long until the water was cold and I couldn’t get out despite not liking it anymore, but the joy of being in a scolding hot full bathtub is unparalleled. this game made me feel the closest thing I’ve felt to those experiences in a while. thank you <3
I came in with no expectations but liking the art style and felt completely blown away. There are other comments breaking down the narrative better than I could have, but I loved how every character felt so real and built to an ending that at once felt inevitable from the beginning and deeply, tragically surprising.
holy moly. riveting, gorgeous, nourishing, stunning, incredible, right from the first lines all the way through to the end. i couldn't tear my eyes away. what storytellling!!! texture, sound, visual!!! i could practically smell the stagnant waters. love love love love love.
One of those stories that you hold onto (or that holds onto you) long, long after you've played it. Absolutely mesmerizing visuals- from the first act I was hooked and sunk into a world of love, tragedy, jealousy and all the feelings that grow in between. It felt like I was reading a true gothic romance-Psello, Aqat and Cyris will have my heart for a long time <33
This is incredibly beautiful. I played it over the course of an afternoon, and now I need to just go sit with it for awhile. Wow.
angel diaclasis
its a birth, of an angel. born without desire and thought of selfishness, for when your an angel. what is desire? is it inherently meant to be anything? is it the ache of longing for home? is it misery? or is it the longing.
the very beginning of this story, reminded me of a sentence of a book I've read too much, something i blame vesta z for id never had discovered it otherwise.
“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.”
― C. S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
but lets get into this,what i felt upon reading this story. it is not like orangepeel onionskin,something i hold dearly to this day,to my heart for orangepeel made me wail like a hurt child who hadn't known what pain was til the feast ran out and the vomit came.
angel diaclasis,is cruel. its so fucking cruel, its sickening down to its very core.
for an angel has fallen from the only place its known down to a lower life, into the arms of a demon and a writer. a writer who lusts for the ideal of angelhood and a demon filled with envy for its angels beauty. the angel is born with no knowledge, all it knows is the rolling gentle tide in its guts. the water is a piece of home, its sacred, its holy.
aqat was born into a new life, and into this new life, he dared to love two bodies not made to mold into his, not physically of course but rather into his heart. they are beautiful and curved and fat. cyris is rounded in its gut, with pretty lashes and bright eyes and the other, a lost cherub deep down, unaware that he begs for a life never designed to hold him.
this is a narrative of a new beginning, of jealously and fear from three wounded animals, one who has never walked among human men who ache like this before. its spellbounding,the story is a knife you carve into your back for words you don't even god damn know! yet you pray the snakes among you can learn to read it!.
“When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?”
another quote from til we have faces by cs lewis.
because there is no god in this story. because if there was,why did he make love? why did he let someone whos back stings from the weight of his love,fall into a pair of arms who claw at his feathers til the skin is raw?.
because thats the lesson for aqat and the player. this made me go beyond wailing in confusion and fright. i felt the same anger the angel did,the repeated "why? why?" on a loop.the confusion,the hurt,the fear,the tears,the water droplets. the fact the angel does not hold the pain of having. to be free of human agony when your body betrays you,something psello could not escape
i could joke,say that yes this is trangenderism and gay love as its peak form. but thatd be a lie. its beyond that.
vesta z always manages to write painful love and im convinced she is a romantic at heart,for this romance was downright blinding in its glory.
this game is an omen. orangepeel onionskin was about carving your teeth down so youd bite your chosen one gently even when the hot stinging acid melts you down. angel diaclasis is softness you blindly trust, you lay in it, you think finally, i am warm in the cold. but the warmth is just the ache of feeling your spine slice open as it rips everything out of you just when you think you've settled, that, that you thought you ever had a choice.
you don't and neither do angels.
they beg for death in the same manner we do when where on our knees,fingers spread on cold bathroom tile as we retch into the cold glass bowl of a toilet.
a near damn overdose of bad memory we don't want to forget but we must in order to live,which we never want to.
we yearn for holyness in our bodys,for the blood within us to be sweet and clear but often,its just vile matter.
as usual,beautiful writing,art and narrative from vesta
and beautiful game set up by Oscar. the couple manages to make games designed to rip pieces of you out from beneath the ribs with no chance of collection in your palms,because it must be placed within a vase.
i leave my review with one more quote
“Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.”
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
read this out loud to my wife and it made us both very emotional. thank you for such a wonderful, thoughtful response <3
i think you and vesta should be paid a billion dollars for the games you make together but same time we gotta put you two in a location no one can find because im convinced your out to get your players every single time. this shit was...WOOOOOO god DAMNNN!
read this all in one sitting because i just couldn't put it down... it was so captivating watching the drama unfurl interspersed with interesting details about a strange world... I love this take on angels and the amount of love that is put into depicting disability, in both fantastical metaphorical ways and in raw ways that can be difficult to read from how real it is. it is simply amazing. Thank you for making it.
Sidenote with spoilers: audibly groaned when I saw the little wing CTC indicator turn into a sun icon. So good.
Just Wow.
From the mixed media textures paired with vesta's delectable artwork, to the subtle evolving soundtrack & SFX, amplifying the lovely heartbreaking prose. Drank it all up in one sitting ;) Another fantastic collaborative work from vesta & oscar.
Hugely recommending this to anyone who crosses my path going forward, much as their previous work! Gonna give this one another read or two for good measure in the coming weeks.
Nobody is doing the VN medium quite like y'all. The GOAT's who got me obsessed with the endless possibilities of the VN artistic vessel in the first place, absolutely cannot wait to see you break & blossom this medium in the future :)
On a personal note to close, you are the reason I braved making my own VN. The fact such mind blowing multimedia storytelling is free and available to inspire little creators like me gives me hope for other creators of the future to give their go at it. To read & be inspired by the stories you want to tell is a fantastic launching point.
Though we may not be able to fall upward, we can all fly down together!
An immersive, easy-to-read, spellbinding visual novel!
Masterful medium usage, what a delight to read, it's amazing that this is available to read for free!!
I have many thoughts about the truly convincing drama, decadent setting details, use of interjecting portrait art to convey complicated character emotions, but they are best left for anyone to read and enjoy on their own!! I spent my whole day glued to my screen!! What lovely art and sound design, how could I not!!
Super-erotic yaoi!! it's so delicious and clear!! I'll say it again in front of my human!! Ahh!! It's so delicious I drank it all!! Nooo!! <--I expressed my enthusiasm in the form of NTR. Thank you!!