#Amnesia: Memories

[merenice-deactivated20240318]

is this anything

[tomeitwas]

[gothmayoi]

if ikki and kent had tumblr it would go something like this

[figurecollection]

Toma Nendoroid by Good Smile Company, from Amnesia

[changeling-droneco]

I have a friend getting me into Amnesia Memories I picked the diamond route first and im having a lot of fun but also

[eleiyaumei]

Otome game fashion comparison

Disclaimer: This is just my opinion, feel free to share your own!

Amnesia: Memories: Welp, it's pretty much 2000s/2010s Japanese (Visual Kei?) fashion and it's kinda cool. All outfits fit each other well, have a somewhat similar style. 3/5 stars (The outfits get better in the fandiscs/sequels.)

Psychedelica of the Black Butterfly: You have no idea how much I love the outfits in this game. Hella unique, perfectly fitting the atmosphere. Has some Visual Kei, Jirai Kei, Aristocrat style elements. 4.5/5 stars

Hakuouki: Sweet School Life: What the hell went wrong here? Everyone dresses like 30+ y.o. married people with barely a sense of fashion. 1/5 stars

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Bridal/Vandead Carnival: DL is what introduced me to/got me into Jirai Kei and if you know the franchise as well as the style's background, the style choice makes a lot of sense. Sure, the fashion in the games isn't overwhelming but I love that it shows us masculine versions of Jirai Kei. 4/5 stars (bc of my love for Jirai Kei)

7'Scarlet: Almost as bad as HSSL but Ichiko's outfit is pretty nice and I have a heart for Toa's normal outfit, wearing his grandpa's padded haori because it makes him feel comfortable. The yukata in this game though? Either pretty boring or ugly. 1.5/5 stars

[okelleok]

i played amnesia: memories

[a-topaz-cat]

I may be 2 days late but I’m posting anyway 🏃

[couldtheycatchkira]

[magicjesuscup]

Someone tell me if I'm weird for this: It's a pet peeve of mine when I see people confuse the colors for these three.

I saw someone post a poll that asked if Ikki's color was actually blue or purple, and I think part of that was because they may not have been clear on purple being Ukyo's color. The mood boards I see for Ukyo are usually green (which is Kent's color). I also saw someone do amnesia nail art (which was really great), but they used green for Ukyo.

Whoever color-coded the dudes did it to make them more recognizable and for merchandise. Look at these rings:

They didn't give us two purple rings or two green rings. We got one blue (spade), one green (club/clover), and one purple (moon).

I feel like the fault of the confusion is Ukyo's character design. There is purple on him. The problem is the purple is near his legs and his sprite cuts off at the waist; we never see it in the game. There are two cgs where you can see his outfit below the waist, and the lighting is weird in both of them.

I think if they wanted his color being purple to be more clear, they should've made the pattern on his hat and sleeve purple and black instead of white and black (or even make it purple and white if they want to differentiate him from the other love interests), and changed his shirt from brown to purple. (I also would've loved to see a moon on him somewhere since they incorporate everyone else's symbol in their outfits, but I digress.)

My guess is people associate green with Ukyo more than purple because his hair's green. That's a little weird to me because I don't see anyone do that with any of the other love interests (No one's saying Kent's color is a light brown/yellow because his hair is a dirty blond, for example). It would've made more sense to me to associate him with brown since that's the color of his shirt, and all the other guys get their color from their clothes.

I dunno; I just felt the need to scream this into the void.

[tomeitwas]

[gothmayoi]

what's that one route where waka is a cutie patootie i forgor

[afi-writes]

For My Princess' Sake

Pairing: Ikki x MC (but can also be seen as x reader, if you wish)

Rating: Mature

Summary: Seduction would only take a month. But sometimes a month can be such a long time… and one night Ikki needs his release.

CW: Masturbation, obsessive thought process

Your hair, on the pillow. Your scent, everywhere. I can’t help but inhale it. The five-centimeter gap between our futons still stays. I have not managed to close it. Not yet.

You turn over and mumble in your sleep. Hardly daring to exhale, I watch as your breasts heave under the thin nightgown. Up and down, up and down at the pace of your breathing. Thick eyelashes rest on your cheeks while your lips fall partly open.

The softest, sweetest lips I have ever kissed. The lips I yearned for long before I could touch them. My heart begins to palpitate from the mere thought of them against my mouth. The way they opened up to me. The tongue behind them I have not yet tasted.

Last week, you allowed me to kiss your neck. Run my lips along your skin that quivered with the rhythm of your fervent sucks of air. You gasped as I flicked my tongue against your earlobe. The corners of my mouth curl up from the memory which creates a tight knot in my lower abdomen.

You pressed your body against mine the last time we kissed. Those perky mounds rubbed on my chest. Round and soft. Oh, how I want to bury my face in the valley between them.

Alas, I wish not to scare you.

I don't want to drive you away just because I am overwhelmed by this craving. You are the only one who has made my insides ache like this. The only one I want to hold in my arms and own completely. Never to let go but to claim as my own, piece by piece, inch by inch. The only one my heart truly beats for.

If I lose you, there's nothing.

I would like to raise my hand and sweep a lock of hair from your cheek, but I can't. You trust me, let me sleep beside you, albeit on a different futon.

Still, I lean up on my elbow and lean closer, towards your ear. “I love you.”

The words pound in my chest almost painfully.

All I get in response is a silent gasp. You turn on your side, and your hair slides down your face. Breath wipes my face, smelling like toothpaste. The one we chose together.

I still can't believe you live here with me.

I want to touch you. But I don’t. The shoulder of your nightgown rubs against the futon as you move. The fabric slides lower as if you tried to seduce me. I glue my gaze to you.

What are you dreaming about, Princess?

You shift again, and a nipple peeks out from under the edge of the nightgown. The nub rises in the cool of the night. Oh, to brush it with my fingertip! The knot in me tightens, turning into flaring. The urge coursing through me.

I want you.

I have never wanted anyone this much.

My boxers are starting to feel tight. What would it feel like to run my digits over your protruding breast? If only I could squeeze my fingers around it, leave the nipple between them. I would kiss the tip, maybe even nibble. Or at least… swirl my tongue around it. And you would moan, moan, moan so softly, pressing my head closer.

I would repeat the treatment for your other breast. Gradually and playfully. I would go on until you would almost faint. Only then… only then would I kiss the skin between your mounds and let my mouth travel south. Over your belly button.

I would take off your panties. The pale blue lace one I have only seen a glimpse of.

I would reveal to my gaze all that I have yet to see. I would push your thighs apart and my face into the soaking moistness you would offer only for me.

A sigh vibrates out of me. I sit up on the futon and shake my head. Slightly sweaty hair tickles my eyes as I lean my head in my hand for a moment.

Calm down. Not yet. You'll have to wait, Ikki. A couple of weeks. You can take it.

I'm going to lose it.

I glance at you, but your sniveling continues. You are in another world, completely unaware of my turmoil.

No, you do know, and I promised to wait. I'll keep my word, but this pressure is unbearable. Even if I can't have you right now, I must do something.

I shove the blanket aside and get up as silently as possible.

I would like to watch you. But if I get caught, you would be shocked. Still so innocent, I can’t do that to you. So different from all others who were willing to fulfill my every desire at any moment. Ready to please all my whims.

But you. You only gave me a scorching glare, telling me how awful I am.

And I was.

I truly was.

Now, I wish to be better. For your sake.

But this pressure, this craving. It is killing me. I have waited so long. So long. Too long.

Sneaking into the bathroom, I close the door behind me. The tile wall is cool against my forehead as I breathe. In. Out. Again. The sight of you paints itself on my closed eyelids even though I try to cast it aside. Groping the tiles, I want to shove my fist on them, for I can’t have what I yearn for.

I remember

what you smelled like

when I was guiding you through the ice cream-making process.

I remember,

how you felt

when I pushed her against the wall in front of your house.

I remember

how your mouth tasted

the first time we kissed.

I remember how my heart was pounding every time. How I was overwhelmed with emotions so big they couldn't fit inside me. My fingers burned with the desire to roam your body, to explore it through and through. My mouth wanted to kiss every inch of skin, taste every different flavor. I longed to press my face into you and suck in your most secret scents.

I'll explode if I can't get inside you.

I rush the waist of my pajama bottoms down with my boxers. The pressure eases as my manhood pops free. Not enough. I need more. I need the one I can't have yet.

Leaning my arm on the wall, I wrap my fingers around my shaft. Warm, sweaty fingers. Eyes closed; I imagine other digits in their places. Smaller and softer, slightly hesitant. A shaky hand and unsure strokes.

"Ikki." Your voice would quiver as you would whisper.

If only I could get more than my name from your lips. Unsteady sighs escape me as I picture your wet mouth around my manhood. Your tongue, so tender when it would slide along it.

Quickening the pace of my hand, I drown myself in the dream. I would press my hand to the back of your head. My fingers would lace with your hair. I gasp, as I see you in my mind, licking my shaft, taking in the tip. Your eyes would lock with mine, and I would know that the desire I would see would be real, for you, I can’t capture with their magic.

If only I could get you out of those pale blue teasing panties. I would do it extremely slowly. I would pull them off and kiss you at the same time. I would spread your legs apart and bury my face in the dampness of you.

I would finally get a taste of you while teasing you with my tongue until you would beg. "Ikki, take me."

Yet. Those words. You have not said. Will you soon?

I squeeze my hand harder, thinking of you. Only you. Always you. How would you feel? Soft? Wet? Tight? I would have to go slowly and carefully. I don't want to hurt you, even if I want you completely.

My throat tightens as the shivering sensation rushes through me, making my mind even hazier. I would bury my head in your neck at the same moment as our bodies would become one. Your whines would caress my ears, and your fingers would trace my back. You would arch beneath me and gasp my name in between gulps of air and your wails.

Our shared scents would fill the room while you would pulse around me.

You are mine and we are one.

My knees buckle. Panting, I take support from the wall. Stars explode behind my lids, and I bite my lip to stop my groans.

But in my mind, I scream your name. Your name. Your name. Always your name.

For you are my Princess.

I puff and heave, almost fainting as the warm stickiness glues onto my fingers.

I can wait.

For my princess’ sake.

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[miharuhebinata]

Amnesia: Memories Nendoroids

[aero-erin]

More ship memes with the gf, @reonlyn. IkkiKent from Amnesia this time, lmao

lbr, the only person Ikki is a tolerable and a fun character around is Kent.

[eleiyaumei]

I want more otome game love interests that use gender-neutral (1st person) pronouns for themselves!

Especially after Hakuoki made most male characters use "ore" and "watashi" was only used by older men, antagonists or both! (Inoue, Matsumoto, Kodo, Amagiri, Takeda, Sannan).

Can someone explain to me why these three are all (glasses-wearing) kuudere? Could it be that their general coldness makes them have no particular feelings about their gender (expression)?