#NOT OTOME

[touch-starved-apprentice]

I wanna be so feminine that people stop assuming that I’m a fully cis woman and just loop back around to “third, worse thing.” I wanna be feminine presenting in an uncomfortable way. I want to be so girl it’s not girl anymore and it’s ethereal and otherworldly and eldritch and threatening. if people wanna refer to me by she/her I want them to do it with uncertainty bc they don’t know if I should even be referred to at all. I want my presence to instill dread and yet undeniable attraction into the hearts of those who perceive me. I want people to be afraid to look me in the eyes for too long bc they might go mad. I want people to want to run when they see me but freeze because they know running will only provoke me. I want people to genuinely believe that I am an old god who woke from a long slumber and took a vaguely human form to learn about modern human society and thus trying to place me into a human-gender-box-thing won’t work.

[otomegema]

my little CHILD in Sun Haven. Dad is Shang, aka tiger guy. I gave baby Beihe his eye color and skin color, she also has cat-ish ears but a fox tail. I was way too excited to get to customize my lil bb in this game. You gotta go through ten days of baby-themed side quests to go from tiny stage to child, but it wasn't too difficult since even tho im only on year 2.... I chose baker profession and basically rollin' in dough. I had over 200k before the end of year one LOL

[bespectacledbun]

@syneilesis hi archi this is me asking if you would like to hear another silly story idea I cooked up for ikepri 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

[basicotomebitch]

Animal Crossing inventory - Z Flip wallpaper and icons 💞

High-res download HERE

[krys-loves-otome]

So, next month is my birthday month. Don't have any special plans, but I did have the idea of reblogging some of my favorite pieces of fic I've written as a mini celebration.

They won't be in any particular order, just random reblogs of some of my fics, every day of August until my actual bday, which is the 17th. 17 fics for 17 days, oh boy

I'll be putting them under the tag 'Krys's Birthday Bash' in case anyone wants to block the spam or whatever.

[dear-mrs-otome]

Random reminder that I have a side/aesthetic blog where you guys can currently witness my slow descent into sadsack madness over The English.

[sweetlittleneptune]

Ladies and gentlemen, I have been accepted into uni! This means your girl is gonna go out there and study history all day every day, and she's gonna be happy about it!

[annicaax]

Happy Halloween Everyone!! It's a bit late but I hope you've had a blast. Candies and hugs to you all, whoever has read this post! May you have a blessed year!

[xinyuehui]

Ah, the night's just getting started. Don't let me catch you so easily next time. ⸺ QIN CHE // SYLUS ִֶָ☾.

[arielluva]

let's play maiden dissection!

[touch-starved-apprentice]

boops are open. ohohohohohohehehehehhahahahahahehehehe you're all getting so booped rn

[beneathashadytree]

THE MORNING AFTER - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : mentions and references to the first time having sex together, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluffff <33

Additional notes : These men would be absolute SAPS the morning after, you guys can’t convince me otherwise. They’re just made to love wholly💗 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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[bespectacledbun]

@syneilesis your tag actually reminded me I should upload all my various brainworm and rambling posts to my ikepri links ahdhfjgjfgjdhd lmao

[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒)

You were inside an otome game, an old classic that you found while searching for games of the same genre.

Imagine your surprise when you realized you were inside the otome game "My Pure Elegant Love," a medieval-style otome game with nobles, kings, and knights. You had just woken up, finding yourself as the daughter of a duke, any duke. Perhaps for a brief moment, you thought you could have reincarnated as Amelie, the protagonist of this game, but you were far from it.

You quickly befriended Amélie; her sweetness and gentleness were at least forced, but you knew that was the vibe of the game. Perhaps being the daughter of a duke, you could meet other characters, like Claude, the noble and best friend of Amélie in the plot and one of the favorite characters of the small group that played this forgotten game, damn it.

There was also Nathan, one of the strongest and most talented knights in the plot. We can't forget about Kalisto, the protagonist's younger brother who had a crush on her, Luka, one of the princes and also a romantic partner in the plot, as well as the wizard Azrael, and the first Duke Eros, all romantic interests of the protagonist.

Being the daughter of a simple duke, you knew you wouldn't have a chance with those of high status like Luka, the first prince. You weren't the protagonist, but you couldn't help but envy her. Perhaps because she was receiving love from handsome boys? Or perhaps because even in this life, in this game, you weren't loved by your family. You thought that being the daughter of a duke would give you some privileges, but oh, how wrong you were. Neglected by your parents, hated by the romantic interests of the protagonist, and simply having a bad reputation.

You thought you were becoming friends with Claude and that you might even win his love, but that was thrown out the window when they all decided to embarrass you at the prince's luxurious party. You didn't know that wearing a dress that Luka himself gave you would make you the target of everyone's ridicule.

"How could you do this, [name]?" How could you? You didn't do anything wrong! There, in front of the stairs with the prince behind her, was the protagonist, wearing the same dress as yours, but prettier. Perhaps because her perfect protagonist's body and beauty were helping her.

All the protagonist's romantic interests, including the ones you liked on the other side of the screen, were looking at you with anger, perhaps even smiling as if it were planned by them, by all of them, including his highness, who at first seemed not to like you, treating you even like a servant. You envy how they were all around that bitch, comforting her, as if you were the villain, which you never were.

Everyone talked, laughed, and even mocked. "I can't believe Miss Amélie has a friend like that!" You heard a lady saying, looking down. Not even your parents cared about you, at this point, you're probably being disowned by the family.

With tears on your face, after trying to explain the misunderstanding to everyone, after being slapped by his highness and the protagonist, you felt like crap. Pulling on the dress, you turned and ran out of the hall, opening the doors brutally. You couldn't stay in that room anymore, not when everyone was now looking at you with hatred.

Unaware, you came across a balcony, hearing footsteps coming. You were scared; the prince might have sent guards after you after you "lied" to everyone while explaining.

With all your strength, you push through the balcony fence, and as you're about to jump, someone forcefully opens the doors, startling you and causing you to slip, now falling to the ground. Your tears are now stronger, groaning in pain as you try to get up.

It was with pain, dirt, and tears that you ended up behind a bush. You couldn't take it anymore; you were shaking from the cold, crying, your makeup smudged, your hair dirty and messy, your "copied" dress dirty and torn. You've never felt so worthless before.

You cried as if you were carrying all the burdens, thinking about how the romantic pairs and the protagonist were not the best; in fact, they were the worst.

Feeling a headache, you sit down, trying to breathe well and calm down as you think, "And now?"

"What's a maiden doing crying in the middle of the woods?" Looking back, you noticed someone coming, a boy. Turning your head forward, you try to wipe away the tears. You don't like anyone seeing you cry; crying is for weak people.

Then you felt something being thrown over you, a thick, large coat. Lifting your head, you now look at the boy in front of you. His melodic and calm voice speaks as he gently crouches in front of you.

"Can you tell me, fair lady?"

You sobbed, trying not to cry, mocking the nickname the boy gave you.

"Fair lady? The way I am right now, I'm barely even a girl, let alone fair or a lady," you say as you use your own dress to clean up the mess of makeup and tears.

"I don't think that," the boy continues to clean as he speaks. "To be honest, I think you're even more beautiful. You just can't see it."

The boy's hands lift your stained and dirty face. You look and notice the looks he's giving, but they're not directed at the protagonist like everyone else's; they're for you.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" His calm and concerned eyes are looking at you, waiting for your response.

You just look aside before sighing. It's better than nothing.

"His Highness, the prince, had given me a dress as a gift... to wear at the ball today, but my friend - no, Miss Amélie was wearing the same one. Some of her friends started mocking me for trying to 'copy' the girl, but when I tried to explain, His Highness said he would never give me a gift in his life, especially knowing that his 'friend' Amélie would be wearing it today," you almost can't finish without starting to cry again, sobbing as you try to explain.

"They all planned to humiliate me in front of everyone, and His Highness still insists that I'm lying!" You say, already crying again, not noticing the arms going around you. You only notice when you feel being embraced by the boy as you cling to him, crying and sobbing.

"My dear, they don't deserve your kindness or your presence. What they did was extremely awful to a lady like you," the boy says as he strokes your hair and back, comforting you, as you've always wished to be.

You were clinging to the boy, feeling betrayed, feeling used. You didn't even notice the boy raising his hand to someone behind you, to someone dressed in black, a gentleman, but not the prince's gentleman, oh no, not that traitor.

You didn't even realize how the castle was beginning to stir.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else. You might end up getting sick staying here," he says as he watches you cling to him. He could feel your warmth, you were starting to get sick from crying so much. Nomura's heart was breaking at the thought of you falling ill.

"Are you okay with this, miss?" The boy asks before you nod in agreement. Nomura gets ready and picks you up bridal-style, using his own coat that was on top of you as a blanket to protect you as he carried you to his own carriage.

Watching as you had already fainted from crying, he held you gently as the carriage headed towards his castle, leaving behind an important part of the game that was happening, unaware that the game's villain was now holding you firmly.

Do I do a part 2?

[zefrablue]

Sumireko Ogawa

[tsukii0002]

I've been thinking that growing up surrounded by luxuries and being a prince, Diavolo, as the future heir of Devildom has all in his hands. And everyone around him has been reminding him of it all his life and praising him always in an ostentatious and tiresome way. Always comparing him to the greatest things, the most powerful creatures and the most valuable treasures. Feeling that the flattery is nothing more than an act of pure interest towards his person, empty words.

And then one day Mc arrives, a human who doesn't seem to understand that they are in hell, and stares at him.

Mc: Your eyes are beautifull.

Diavolo: Ha, ha, people usually say to me the look like gold-

Mc: They have the color of sun-kissed honey… Feels like home.

And then, leaves quietly, as if nothing, after dropping the bombshell, leaving Diavolo a blushing mess unable to process what just happened.

That day Barbatos found in his young lord's search history "how to marry a human, being the future king of hell?"

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