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Dividers by @uzmacchiato

Hello and welcome to the official blog for the Our Dream, This Life visual novel!

ABOUT THE DEV; Coal - He/They - 20 years old - @xsugarcoalx

ABOUT THE GAME; ODTL is a weirdcore and dreamcore inspired visual novel about the player (You!) ending up in a strange place made from the imagination of two siblings. While you encounter strange beings and form relationships as you try to find a way out, others are planning on how to keep you there forever.

PLEASE NOTE that I would prefer minors under 16 to not interact with my content, and would prefer minors to not interact with this blog at all; Thank you for understanding.

ABOUT THE CHARACTERS;

Yea sure, why not?

Nolan would be such a grumpy cuddler but he'd do it anyway, like a cat accepts pets from its human.

"Nolan," you mumbled from the pile of pillows and blankets on the couch. "Snuggle me."

It'd been a long day and your feet hurt from working. You'd planned on only taking a short nap but woke up almost 3 hours later with Nolan coming home from practice.

"No," Nolan laughed, ruffling your already awful hair. He grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge and returned to the couch to sit next to your feet.

You frowned at him, waiting till he was done sipping to grab his sweatshirt and pull him horizontal on top of you to which you recieved a whine in return.

"Now don't move," you demanded, and Nolan grumbled, but wiggled himself under some of the blankets to get comfortable and stayed.

"Thank you,"you smiled, tucking your face into Nolan's neck.

"Yeah yeah, just don't fall asleep again or you won't sleep tonight. I dunno how long you napped for today but it was probably too long."

8. Name your top favorite companions (feel free to include reasons why).

1: Aric Jorgan (As if this is any surprise) I didn’t like him at first. In fact, I was positvely annoyed that he was my Trooper’s only romance option. It wasn’t until the second play through that I paid attention to his little remarks as we explored planets and figured out just how deep a soul that man had. He’s loyal, driven, and magnetic (once you get past the gruff exterior)

2: Torian Cadera (Again, no surprise) While I felt that he was too young for my bounty hunter, I did enjoy his muted enthusiasm for all things violent. And, I liked his qualifications for what kind of woman he was interested in. I see no problem with a kid his age knowing what he’s looking for, so few do. He proves later on that he’s willing to budge, so I don’t view it as sexist. Then, he returns to the Outlander as a more mature, Clan Leader, and man, was that an impressive sight. He’s a steadfast companion who isn’t afraid to jump into the fray. 

3: Lana Beniko is easily my favorite female companion in the entire game. Her dry wit makes my laugh, and while she’s undoubtedly Sith, there is always that added something that catches me off guard. She proves herself time and time again to be a loyal companion, and quite literally tore the galaxy apart to find the Outlander, even if they started out on opposite sides of the war. She understands how important allies are, regardless of their birth place, and doesn’t lord her power like the standard Sith. She could bring down a building with a thought, but instead, she’s going to bring you a blanket and make some tea after a hard day on the battlefield.

4: Koth Vortena I like that this man stands up for what he believes in. Yeah, he’s a bit opinionated and outspoken, but Koth knows why he does what he does, and refuses to budge on his principles. He’s what I think of as the typical “White Knight” troupe. He’s not afraid to rush in to help out a friend (or stranger) but doesn’t let the stress of battle overwhelm him. And, the man’s one liners are solid gold. Treat him right, and you won’t have a more committed soldier in your army. Treat him wrong, and you better pray he never sets his guns on you.

5: Khem Val I mean, yeah, he’s a soul eating demon from the bowels of Korriban who constantly threatens to kill you, but it’s in an endearing way. Khem’s ancient wisdom isn’t always easy to decipher, but the Deshade does speak without purpose. He’ll stand back and watch you get tossed around by your equally soul eating boss, but the moment he senses true danger, you’ve got a solid mass of muscle who will tear whatever irks you limb from limb. 

"Im right here" and "You're really warm" with Vince

"He dumped me," you sobbed into the phone, calling your best friend Vince to tell him the news, as unbelievable as it still was to you. "He said he was seeing someone else and he wasn't interested anymore."

"I'm coming over," Vince replied. "Do you want me to stay on the phone with you while I drive?"

"No," you huffed, "I'll be fine just drive safe."

Vince arrived ten minutes later, definitely having driven way over the speed limit, and you immediately almost knocked him over with a hug.

"I'm right here," Vince mumbled into your hair, rubbing your back.

You sobbed into Vince's chest for what felt like hours, probably soaking his shirt. Eventually you pulled yourself together and wioed at your eyes.

"You're really warm," you laughed softly, cuddling closer to Vince.

"Car heater," Vince smiled back, holding you close. "You know you mean the world to me, right? You're my best friend and I'm gonna be here for you through everything."

"Thanks dork,"you grinned, looking up at him happily. "Don't get emotional on me now. Can't have two of us being emo right now."

Husband Brock is like the dream isn't it? Love this.

Work was absolutely awful. First you slipped on black ice and almost cracked your head open. Then, dizzy and disoriented, you had to stay at work because you were already down a person at the coffee shop and they couldnt do without you. Then a customer stole from your tip jar and you were short on tips that day by about ten bucks. And to top it all off you dropped about three drinks on yourself, which you never did, and embarassed yourself in front of a packed coffeehouse.

Coming home, you were ready to cuddle with the pups and Brock and have an easy night in.

But no.

Bo and Holly apparently had other plans and had invited you both out to have drinks with most of the team as a bonding experience. You were pretty much indebted to them after not going last time, so you went, exhausted and grumpy and unable to get the smell of steamed milk fully out of your hair.

When you finally got home at night you sighed deeply, ready for bed with Brock and a good night's sleep.

But again. Nope.

"Why were you so grumpy tonight, babe?" Brock asked as you two entered your apartment. "It's not Holly's fault you had a bad day."

You bit your tongue to keep from yelling. "I was exhausted Brock I didn't wanna go out."

"Then why did you?"Brock aksed exasperatedly. "I mean, you really didnt have to."

"Except that the last time we skipped out was because you were horny and I thought we should go this time."

Brock scoffed. "Don't blame that on me, cmon babe. I think Holly and Bo would've understood instead of you being and utter bitch to them."

Your eyes almsot bugged out. Brock never said that word. Not to you, not about you, not about any woman. Never.

Brock knew he'd fucked up too. "I'm sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean that."

"I'm gonna take a bath," you huffed, slamming the bathroom door behind you.

You fumed for a moment before running your bath, hot enough to scald you a little.

Once you'd had your bath run and had been sitting for a few minutes you heard a knock and Brock came in.

"I'm really sorry I called you that. Can I join you?"

You nodded and sighed as Brock got undressed. "All I wanted was a quiet night in with you."

"I'm sorry if I pressured you into going out. I didnt much wanna go either but, like you, I felt like we needed to go too. And they're our friends. I thought, maybe, they'd make a bad day better."

"Thank you. For trying to make my day better," you smiled softly. You played with one if Brock's hands as you spoke. "I didn't mean to be so rude. I just got frustrated when all I wanted was to come back to you and the dogs and cuddle up."

"Just tell me that then. I wanna be able to communicate, okay? Cause if you get frustrated with like, the kids, or work, or me being gone later in life, then like... I dunno what I'm supposed to do if you don't say what you need."

You froze. "Kids?"

Brock sucked in a breath behind you. "I mean. I guess we haven't talked about it yet, but... I wanna marry you. Someday. Not, like, immediately. But someday, maybe sooner rather than later, and I hope we're on the same page amd we both want kids running around. Because. I love you. And I want to father your children and be a dad and a husband for you."

You almost cried at the thought of Brock as a father. The father of your kids, too. "I'd love that. I love you, too."

Brock grinned sunnily, water splashing over the tub as he pulled you closer to him and rested his face in your neck.

"Tell me what you need. I'll always give it to you. I'd lasso the moon for you, baby."

You laughed. "Alright. I'll be better at communicating if you get better at doing the dishes."

You could feel Brock's laugh against your vack, radiating happiness through you.

I love me some angst but imma do it with duke telling you brock loves you because.... I love duke boeser 👉👈. Lol

Visiting Brock's family was amazing. Minnesota was really lovely, if colder than you expected, and Brock's parents were lovely. There was just one problem.

Brock was being a total ass.

It was probably just being with his parents that made him a little on edge, but you had no idea why he was being so cold to you since you'd gotten there.

Duke and Laurie were being angels, absolutely wonderful hosts and set you both up in Brock's old room which had been redecorated a bit but still kept old memorabilia. Laurie had been cooking fabulous dinners and Duke had been telling hilarious stories about Brock's childhood, you didnt understand why Brock was being so... Mean.

Paul, Brock's older brother, had visited for a few days and had clearly noticed his energy and had said, "Hoyl shit dude, forget about it" to him as he left, to which you were confused.

All in all confused was the perfect word to describe how you were feeling abiut Brock's behavior.

So. You did as you normally would do, and confronted him, never the shy, passive person.

"Ok, what's up with you?" You asked quietly in Brock's room one day while Brock's parents were out grabbing groceries and you and Brock had planned on a nap.

"Nothing, just tired." Was his response. The same response that you'd recieved every time you'd tried to talk to him.

"Bullshit, B. You've been acting like I don't exist or like I'm nothing to you this entire trip and I'm frustrated because normally you don't treat me like this."

"Im not treating you like nothing, c'mon," Brock huffed.

"Yes you are! You've barely spoken a word to me. Your brother noticed, your parents have noticed, and its gotten weird. I dunno what to say to them. 'Sorry your son's acting like he doesn't even like me, I promise he normally does'?"

Brock rolled his eyes. "You're being ridiculous. Take a nap."

You bit your tongue to keep from screaming. "Fine. I will. On the couch downstairs. Have a good nap Brock."

You stormed out of the room and curled up on the living room couch, uncaring that you'd likely be woken up by Mr. And Mrs. Boeser later when they got back.

You heard their voices when you woke up, hushed from the kitchen.

"I dunno what's going on with him but he needs some sense knocked into him," Duke was saying.

"I agree," Laurie replied quietly. "I'm gonna grab the rest of the groceries. You talk to her when she wakes up."

You shuffled to the kitchen when you heard the garage door open and close signalling her departure.

"Hey kiddo," Duke smiled at you as he put away vegetables. "I guess you heard us, huh?"

"A little. If it helps, I'm not sure why he's acting this way at all either."

Duke chuckled. "Well lemme tell you this: he really loves you. There's no doubt about that. Every time he talks about you he just lights up like a Christmas tree. I've never seen him like this before. You truly are something special to put that kind of a smile on his face, and if he is treating you like this right now, it's only because he thinks he doesn't deserve you."

You frowned. "Why do you think he'd think that?"

"He doesn't know that he deserves the world, and you, kiddo, are his world. You mean everything to him. He talked to me about marrying you, ya know. Says he wants to get you a ring, but he thinks it's too soon," Duke laughed.

Your throat was tight with emotion and your eyes threaten to spill tears.

"Don't let him being dumb right now make you forget that he loves you," Duke stated.

"He's never told me before," you said quietly. "I mean, he's never said it out loud."

"I do."

You whipped around to the sound of Brock's voice from the staircase.

"I really, really love you," Brock mumbled, eyes watery as he took your hands in his.

Duke quietly left the kitchen to help in the garage and leave you two to it.

"I'm sorry I've never said it before, I should've said it a hundred times by now, because I would've meant it every time."

"I love you, too,"you replied, pressing your forehead against his. "I'm sorry we fought."

"It's my fault, I was just worried. Worried that i wasn't good enough. Dad was right ya know. Always is. He always knows how I'm feeling, and it's true. I feel like I don't deserve you." Brock pulled back to kiss you gently. "But I'll try to be better about expressing how I feel instead of bottling it up."

"Please. Don't shut me out again. I hated feeling like that,"you sighed, curling your hands into Brock's t-shirt. "I love you."