#dear-mrs-otome

[syneilesis]

Inquiring minds wanna know: 🫘

Hi Mrs. O!!!! 😃 Thank you for the ask! 🫶✨

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

I actually want to start a lot of new projects lol 😆 I'm trying to make a habit of writing even just one sentence a day, so let's see if I can do it haha. Hopefully I can finish most of these this year:

a Sylus humorfic where MC!you try to stop him from singing on various occasions (feasible)

an experimental (and ambitious) Sylus fic titled "A Treatise on Desire" (hoping to at least get a start on this one)

a short Star Wars AU feat. Jedi Knight Xavier (feasible)

and more short installments to airport au and vampire!Sylus au (feasible)

I also want to start on an original writing project -- the corgiduke reverse isekai rofan one. Lol I've been sketching some character designs and whatnot already 😂

Have a wonderful day! 💖

Writer Goal Ask List for a New Year ask game

[revasserium]

A ✒️ but first! A line or two for YOU from the inimitable Edna St. Vincent Millay:

The world stands out on either side

No wider than the heart is wide;

Above the world is stretched the sky,—

No higher than the soul is high.

💕

Send me a ✒️ and I'll tell you a poem or a line of poetry that reminds me of you or your blog!

but the sea does not change and she goes forth out of hands and she returns into hands

and is with sleep….

love,     the breaking

~ e. e cummings, the complete poetry collection

[violettduchess]

A/N: My gift for the incredibly talented @dicenete 💜 as part of the excellent @flash-exchange

Prompt: Make It Quiet

Clavis x Reader

WC: 552

“Ah…..there you are. I was just wondering where the brightest jewel in this sea of noble gemstones had ventured off to. I have been speaking to some of our esteemed guests and I’m sure you would have delighted the Azurite prince–”

“You have to come with me.”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my, my lamb seems rather impatient. Don’t you want to have a quick dance? The orchestra is just finished warming up and–”

“C’mon.” You seize his hand, a prisoner held tightly in your satin glove.

“What a delightful turn of events. Are you perhaps hungry -Pardon me, sir- Yves has outdone himself overseeing the food -Excuse me, madame- although it lacks originality if you ask me-…Um…Darling? This is an exit.”

“Exactly. Come along.”

“I see I never knew the true strength of your grip. You are very insistent, my love. My, how dark the hallway is compared to the bright lighting of the ballroom. Are you sure–”

“Just a little further.”

“Your laughter tells me I shouldn’t be so suspicious. What sort of adventure is my sweet one taking me on? I- Wait, why are we stopping? There’s nothing here.”

“Wrong. THIS is here.”

“An alcove? Are you sure, sweetheart? There isn’t even a statue or painting or decorative anything! It’s nothing but darkness.”

“So perceptive. Come closer.”

“Have I mentioned how astoundingly strong your grip–”

“Stop. Talking.”

Shrouded by the shadows of the alcove, you cover his mouth with yours, fingers curled into the soft velvet of his lavender lapel.

Clavis does not speak. He can’t. He is powerless in the face of your radiant desire. All he can do is return your fervent kisses. He wasn’t entirely wrong about your appetite. Each kiss is hungrier than the last. His back is soon pressed against the smooth, cool wall, a startling contrast to the hastening heat of your body which he can feel through your layers of silk and brocade.

You graze the elegant line of his neck with your lips as you speak.

“I saw you talking to all those people-”

“Esteemed guests, my sweet,” he gasps, his hands grasping at the folds of your voluminous gown as if he needs something to hold on to, lest he fall.

“And you looked so…..” You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite, just hard enough for him to inhale sharply. “So at ease, in your element. So collected and calm.” Your hands slide down his sides, slip inside his waistcoat. “I suddenly had the burning desire to see you….unsettled.”

Your hands slide down further, over expensive silk and shiny golden buttons and butter-soft leather and metal buckles.

Is he….trembling?

“I believe,” he says breathlessly, “you are getting what you desire, my darling.”

Your smile is hidden in the darkness but he can taste it on your lips.

“Almost.”

“Ah….my love…..” He is losing this battle, falling backwards off the cliff of reason and hurtling towards the sea of no return. “Anyone….could walk by.”

But you both know his protest is hollow as his hands are already under the heavy folds of your skirts, gripping your thighs, pulling you towards him. 

”Don’t worry, my prince,” you murmur against his ear, a music that rivals the greatest of orchestras. “We’ll make it quiet.”

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[yarnnerdally]

So I found this amazing picrew and it needs so much love??? Like, I can't speak for the amount of POC representation, but I feel like it's much more inclusive than a lot I've seen. There's the option for a character to have a bindi, hijab, turbans, Star of David necklaces, cross necklaces, and the HAIR options! Also disability inclusivity with the option for adding hearing aids and a wheel chair?? I'm in love and I'm going to make so many of my OCs in this. OH AND THE BODIES! Fat bodies! Bodies that aren't just thin. And faces that have double chins. And clothes that fit them!

Djarn really needs so much credit for this maker. I'm gonna see if I can't find a place they post regularly and tag it/link it once I find it here!

Edit: apparently their twit is djarn_ but I haven't found a working link to their account. So. T.T

This is what I imagine more or less most of my self-inserts look like. :)

I'll tag people just to get this going, but no one is obligated to do it ofc!

@violettduchess @aquagirl1978 @scorchieart @jozhenji @venulus @mllorei @katriniac @strawberry-scum @maries-gallery @dear-mrs-otome @ikemen-writer @dark-frosted-heart @solomons-poison @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

[judesmoonbeauty]

ALRIGHT CICI jude queen i have a question for you <3

with aphrodisiac event coming up, and jude being a 95k bonus, have you ever done or read his bonus story? i saw a post where you had said you weren't playing then so you don't have it

is it worth spending money to try and get it?

i am SLIGHTLY a collector so i like to collect stuff if it's good.....esp for characters i like. but for example, i didn't bother trying to get jude's 410 CE story for the new years event because i didn't LOVE the story (it was cute don't get me wrong) so i didn't want to waste the resources to try and make the 410 hearts

and if it is.....how much approx. do you usually have to spend to reach a 95k bonus ;w;

TY BB ILY i hope 2025 has been treating you amazingly :')

YUMIIII,

Okay, so I was playing at the time, I just never got that story on JP. But here is a link to an ask @.dear-mrs-otome answered who did share spoilers. I hope it helps you decide! I'm not sure what kind of content moves you to collect, but if it's things like spice then I would say go for it? The reason being is that I feel like Jude spice gets locked up after this event until about August-ish.

It's been a while since I've aimed for a 95k on EN, but I usually need around 50-60ish cocktails to get the 95K at the start of the event if it's x3 LT. But was based on me having 4 cards slots open, my BP avg was around 60-70K at the time, and with card multipliers in my escort deck. I usually get a $40 package if my resources are very limited. It can be less than that if I've got about 30 cocktails in stock, and grind as f2p until the last triple time, then I'll buy a package if needed. The amount might vary based on each players stats though.

Here's a few events we have coming up that you may want to wait for instead:

Ellis & Jude Past Records should be right around the corner. It was released on 2/19/24 on JP, and since it's a collection event they have standard rankings and individual suitor rankings for Ellis & Jude. Iirc, Top 100 individual suitor rankings get a +99 of the CG of either Jude or Ellis that they send hearts to. Additionally, top 200 gets a story of his POV.

Ellis' route hits us simultaneously with IkeVil Festival (Election) which starts a month later. If you want a back-hugging Jude avatar that's also a top 100 individual ranking benefit.

There is a 2 part story event that will start in March-ish. Jude's in part 2 around (April-ish), this is a story event that you get to have the suitor's entire event saved to your memories if you complete both ends of the story (epilogue still needs to be purchased ofc).

And then there should be the True Vow wedding event around May. There are individual rankings and things like marriage certificates from individual suitors, once you've sent them a certain amount of hearts (I think it was 600-800 hearts), the suitors in their wedding suits and, their wedding cards that are also +99 if you get into top 100.

Just food for thought if you need to plan and budget for IkeVil on top of Lnds. I'm so sorrryyyy for the long response dfjgsdlfjlgs.

Love you QUEEN!

[lecomtesmansion]

I like Napoleon and Isaac's outfits best from this event.

https://www.tumblr.com/dear-mrs-otome/182155043228/i-approve-it-got-better-he-puts-the-flowers-to?source=share

[scorchieart]

I want to do something for all the buds on this fine Thursday, but unfortunately I have been reduced to only having very limited Tumblr time these days. First off, thank you to everyone who sent me kind messages in my ask box~ I hope my responses reached you (don't fail me, Tumblr) I can't send personalized responses at this time ;-; so please accept this mass "Reply All" to the buds and bros.

@aide-falls @altairring @aquagirl1978 @atelier-the-atelier @batteryrose

@beneathashadytree @bestbryn @bellerose-arcana @cathyrosse @candied-boys

@cheese-ception @chirp-a-chirp @claviscollections @cottonfluffballofdoom @crystal13unny

@curious-skybunny @cy-inky @dear-mrs-otome @dear-sciaphilia

@drachonia @evil-quartett @fang-and-feather @girlwiththethirdeye7k @gilbertvonobsidian

@ikemen-writer @ikemendood @ikeprinces-stuff

@ikesenwritings @iphigeniainaulis @jozhenji @katriniac @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

@koi-mahou-kakumei @kippin-art @keithsandwich @leonscape @lorei-writes

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[wordycheeseblob]

Mattias Osbrink x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

Snow Sand Sakura event hosted by the most wonderful @violettduchess and @dear-mrs-otome

Word Count: 1.8k

Angst

Premise: It was not meant to be, thus fate had torn your paths asunder.

Dark was the night. The stars refused to show their face, shying away from the radiant glow of the palace; their envoys descending to the earth in the form of freshly fallen snow that glistered as it passed the windows adorned in flowers of frost, saluting the guests inside yet keeping a respectful distance and then, becoming invisible in the darkness.

It's not the incandescent parade of snowflakes that caught your eye, but what lay past it. A whimsical singularity of the ballroom's windows was its height; no ordinary house would stand to risk letting the cold in, bringing an austere look to almost all of Achroite's buildings.

But this place was for show, not living.

Even for their size, you're far below to get a glimpse of what was going on inside.

You observe their dancing forms... or rather the specter of their movement hinted by the subtle shifting light and how, at times, it tangled in the birches branches, shimmering through the crystal rime. You see it vividly as if you were present, the spins of fitted puffy skirts and whispers of delight. But you don't yearn to be there anymore; despite its brightness, there's nothing more than shallowness inside.

You were becoming quite blasé about the spectacle. It could not compare to the first ball you attended when you arrived at Achroite, alighting from the carriage, one of many, and then inside, absolutely dazzled. The lively chatting of the foreign guests animated the atmosphere throughout the halls.

The banquet table was cluttered with all sorts of food; caviar, wine, fruit juice, fried partridges in sauce, food heavier than refined which came with living in the north, different types of bread, pastries, and confectioneries. So, so many of them. Some nobles sauntered more powdered than a beignet; even so, most people there were educated and polite but made friends mostly from ennui.

No, it was all the same. It's just that now you see it with completely different eyes. When it comes to nobles, the bunch were nothing but performers, and when you saw the frivolity for what it was, the spell that held you had immediately broken.

Keeping up appearances was more draining than you thought so you left for a walk in the gardens that were covered in a blanket of white.

The ghost of your memories descends the stairways, sliding their hand over the balustrade and perambulating through the silvery landscape in places you didn't care to notice at the time.

That was when you first met. Someone called out to you pointing out that you were stepping on the castle lawn, the nonexistent lawn buried underneath heaps of snow. It was somewhat awkward and you sincerely hoped you'd never meet again. Back then you didn't know that man was Mattias Osbrink, Achroite's ex-military prince.

Alas, from that day onwards, you kept running into each other almost routinely because wherever you went, much to your dismay, trouble followed suit, and Mattias followed trouble.

Throughout your first days of stay, you had gotten mixed up in an assortment of melodrama which put you in the spotlight more often than you would have liked. As if someone was actively trying to pin the blame on you and sabotage your mission. Your head hurt from thinking how you even got out of it. You think you must have been a troublemaker in his eyes as it became a game of cat-and-mouse because whenever you wanted to escape, slip somewhere else to take a breather, he was there blocking your way, tall with a strong build, and a raised eyebrow. It annoyed you to no end. You were sure it was the same for him, although he never outright showed it. When it came to maintaining order, he was pedant, relentless, and very diligent in everything he did. That in itself was a strength and a weakness.

You really came to know each other. More than that of an acquaintance, it might have been an understanding like that of an officer and outlaw that have known each other's antics for some time. Turned out Matthias didn't really think you were behind it and tried to get the ones pulling on the strings through you. And maybe to anyone else, it might have looked like he was using you but that was not what you believed. You chose to help him, something of an alliance of ragtag detectives.

And to your surprise, the culprit really ended up being caught.

And somewhere along the way, it may just have become an unusual friendship. Despite his fastidious ways, that just might have been his way of showing kindness. Perhaps there was something else, deeply rooted in his adamant fight against injustice. The maelstrom of drama and intractability had passed in the blink of an eye, you really weren't interested in remembering the details. The time for your departure was slowly but for sure approaching.

But strangely, you didn't really want to go home anymore.

Matthias spent almost all his time drowning in legislation and paperwork, but in those last peaceful days, after the trouble was resolved and your assistance no longer needed, he somehow had time to magically run into you as he did before. Maybe more often even.

He happened to cross paths with you, and you happened to need his help with translation to which he would merely nod, adjust his glasses and skim through pages also pointing out any inconsistencies. And you just happened to sometimes find him in the gardens, walking in the same direction.

He didn't talk much. Mattias was curt and always to the point, and you didn't mind that. You preferred it to the flattery and overly adorned flowery language of the court.

¨You seem in a world of your own¨ He said scraping the snow off his gloves

¨Pardon?¨

¨The books. You're always reading in your free time¨

¨Do you think it's a pointless thing to do?¨ You lowered your book, not sure how to respond.

"Not at all. In fact, I've read quite a few books myself. Perhaps I could suggest a good read for you?" he offered.

It was to further your understanding of their native language and culture to improve the diplomatic relationship as he put it. Seemed somewhat pointless since it was almost time to leave, but you appreciated his effort to connect with you. And despite his reasons you were honestly surprised by his interest in your readings and eagerly shared your favorite authors.

You remember apologizing for getting so engrossed to the point where by the end of your enthusiastic speech the sky's rim had gained a crimson tint and the air's crisp cold painted your noses pink.

But this repeated frequently; he would bring you a book and then listen to your ramblings about it.

You enjoyed talking and he enjoyed listening.

And somewhere along the way...

You loved that fool, and you were a fool for loving him.

Too engrossed in daydreams of the past, you don't acknowledge the heavy crunch of snow approaching. Its halt. The slight dip of the wooden bench beside you. Your eyes don't stir from their designated place.

¨ Please, look at me.¨ A cult, rich baritone mixes with the muted waltz unobtrusively.

You turn. It's him, but you already knew that. That thick, navy blue sheepskin coat fastened hastily gave him an unkempt appearance. He must have left in a hurry. His soaked boots only added to the look. Matthias wore his reading glasses, the ones he used to pore over countless documents before, now foggy and hopelessly opaque as he stared at you with a serious expression. Despite yourself, this makes you chuckle and his eyes crinkle slightly as he smiles in return.

You steal his glasses to clean them with your linen handkerchief. Matthias doesn't stop you. His gaze is downcast, white lashes littered with flakes. You reach for him, setting the now pristine pair of lenses on his ears, but as you want to move away, he holds your hand in place, resting on his face. Your eyes finally meet, and it's more painful than you hoped.

" Stay " he asks you quietly but resolutely.

You study his expression, concealing from your eyes a dread that whispered that if you ever were to part, there would no longer exist hope of reuniting. You fear the same because deep down you know it might be true. To get to Achroite you had traversed Obsidian, a harsh and hostile land, and the truce that allowed for your secure passage was as fleeting as your stay.

This diplomatic mission was the only ticket.

You know you have to go: as Belle will always have a duty to her homeland, though it no longer felt like home. It was your duty, your secret burden, and you, its devoted martyr. It was unbearably painful having to love silently, withholding the truth that yearned so badly to be told. But even knowing that you wish you could be selfish just this once and linger.

Instead, you choose to put out the searing feeling using reason.

The words burn on your tongue, but you are mute. Lips sealed, your form encased in an icy cast. His eyes soften. Hushed and, which you may have imagined, almost woeful, he speaks the words you could not bring yourself to say aloud.

"Know... that I loved you."

"I wish..." Your lament is choked and raspy, "I wish... I never..." tears well on the corners of your eyes, and he gently brushes them away. It hurt the way he looked with tacit understanding. "May...be then it... wouldn't hurt so... much" Your words were trembling, you've never seen him look so earnestly at you.

Your breath hitches, and he pulls you close. It feels like an eternity but also like a memory already.

He is the first to pull away, carefully holding your shoulders. Your fur coat no longer remedies the cold.

He pats his coat and retrieves something from a pocket.

"If it's inevitable, I want you to have this"

He hands you the small object, a handcrafted ornamental music box. Holding it gingerly, you wonder if he was the one to piece it. Your fingertips hover over the gilded letters embossed on the margin as you read them. Those were two digits significant to the number of the musical composition. The title left unmentioned.

You try to hand it back, but he presses his rough hands over yours, trapping the dainty object in your hold along some of his warmth.

"I'm sorry I can say nothing more consoling to you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams" The phrase is beautifully spun, but it did not belong to him. A passage from the book he gave you. He said it just to give his feelings form. Perhaps he too, was at a loss for words. But even so, he slowly let you go.

You falter when It opens with a tink. Already Wound, it plays a foreign waltz. There is a cold, mysterious, haunting beauty to it. It is not downbeat; nevertheless, it evokes emotions that you know too well. Yearning, nostalgia, and... heartache. It was like looking through a lens into another epoch, long-lost in time. He gives you a rare smile.

You couldn't tell him, but he understood and accepted it in silence and tranquility.

Snowflakes fall around you, waltzing rhythmically, lackluster, slowly burying the footsteps long after he's gone. You didn't stop him. Not only that, you saw him off while the tune lulled you in the stillness of the night. Caressing your treasure, only then, do you notice the inscription inside its golden dome. A poem. He shared your interest in books, shared stories, and loved to reference his favorite achroitian and foreign authors, be it a quote, or a quip.

But there was no witty remark this time, merely a Farewell.

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖;

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏;

𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆-𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘;

𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚,

𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐.

Poem by Alexander Pushkin

You can find the waltz Farewell here, on YT

Well, I'm not really a writer usually and I don't know much about editing a story. So when my head hurt about it I thought: hey, at least it's out there.

A/N: I honestly don't know. I wanted to trim this leaving the first cut and last, cutting everything in the middle. Sometimes context isn't needed and each can work as a standalone fragment, but though they're less fleshed out than I would have liked, I really enjoyed some things in them and couldn't bring myself to do it.

[dania-otaku12]

Getting depressed because of otome games...

1. Love and deepspace

2. Mr. Love: queen's choice

3. Tears of themis

These 3 games are going to bring me a lot of anxiety.

Lnds not yet very dark, but the myths and every character backstory really make me suffer.

Mlqc... This game is literally depressed itself. The main story, with all conflicts in EN server. I just hope everything is going to be ok. I love this game so much that i willingly get back to this game after few times dropping this game. I just can't leave this game, especially my dear Victor.

Tears of themis. My fav. But the main story... I only saw red flags everywhere. Don't make me lose hope in every boy especially Artem.

HONORABLE MENTION: Life Makeover. This can also be considered as otome despite it focus on dress up unlike the other otome games. This one is really wholesome. No red flags so far, literally just solving the mystery with the help of the boys!

[flash-exchange]

The groups have been assigned :)

Tags for Exchange participants.

@the12thnightproject @olivermorningstar @evil-quartett @rinaririr @violettduchess @dear-mrs-otome @spoopy-fish-writes @cottonfluffballofdoom @keithsandwich @wordycheeseblob @claviscollections @iphigeniainaulis @venulus @yarnnerdally @kippin-art @daegupaksu

[syneilesis]

Ok gonna ask for 🍃 for the handwriting game! 🥰

MRS. O!!!!! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

LOL SORRY FOR THE LITTLE TYPO/MISTAKE THERE 😂

handwritten ask game

[janumun]

Hi, Faa! I was wondering if you know Japanese and if you have any resources or tips for learning?

Hey Anon!

Unfortunately, I don’t 🥹 I only understand a few broken phrases and words from the spoken language but nothing more. I could, however, point you to a friend @dear-mrs-otome who I think might have an answer for your query! ♥️

[badass-at-fandoming]

Surprise entry for @dear-mrs-otome and @violettduchess's Sand, Snow, Sakura Event!

I...still don't play Ikemen Prince, but I've Absorbed much through friends. So, based on my secondhand/zero knowledge, I predict the Tanzanite Prince, Azel, is going to tup Emma's chin like this. Bonus prediction: he says a line like, "Shall I remain with you, my love?" which is a line from the anime Vampire Knight that will NOT leave my head. Bonus bonus prediction that he and Prince Silvio have a jingle off. By which I mean they're both decked in so many coins and gems that they both jingle horrendously. Maybe they'll puff up and jingle at each other like how rattlesnakes rise up and rattle?

Yeah the chin touching is based off the Seth Hyde CG i'm predictable

If you'd like to make silly, fun predictions about the new Princes, the event post is here! Thank you to Mrs O and Violet for hosting this event. You're lighting up my summer :D

[violettduchess]

A/N: A quiet moment with Gil

Gilbert x Reader

WC: 660

Outside the arched window of the study, the night wind is busy. It tears red and gold leaves away from stark branches, kicks up piles of brown leaves from the chilled earth and howls furiously all the while, as if demanding the moon come out from behind her thick wall of clouds. The moon and her court of stars decide to remain safely hidden from the tumultuous wind as it rips along its discontented path.

The light from your desk lamp is valiantly combating the autumn fury that raps at the window panes, but there is little oil left and soon it will sputter into darkness. Your quill scratches faster against the parchment, the white feather waving like a tiny flag of surrender as you write, trying to conclude your thoughts.

You’re so concentrated on your missive that you don’t notice the door open.

Gilbert enters, quiet as a wraith, soundless as a moonlit shadow. The door closes behind him and for a moment, he is still. He watches your movements, the tension in your arm and shoulder as you dip the quill into the peacock-blue ink you love so much and continue writing. He knows who you are writing to. Only a letter to him would cause you such distress.

The quill pauses, hovering over the end of your last sentence. Should you go on? How many ways can you entreat him to understand? The man who was a father to you, who loved you with his whole heart, cannot fathom why you’ve chosen this place, this man, this…darkness. But you desperately want him to understand. You want him to see that you haven’t been manipulated, that your heart found its match in Gilbert’s fierceness, his sharp mind, his iron determination. The ruler of Obsidian carries you delicately in his claws, teeth bared and ready to tear anyone who threatens you asunder. 

You’ve written him countless times….and somewhere, deep down, you know this will be just another arrow in the wayward wind, destined to never reach its target. But you have to try.

You’re only aware of Gilbert when you feel a cool touch against the back of your neck.

“It’s late, Häschen. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Little Rabbit in his native tongue. More precious to you than your own name on his lips.

Laying your quill down, you turn towards him and reach out without rising from your chair. Instead of standing, you wrap your arms around his waist and press your forehead against his midsection. He hadn’t expected that. For just a moment, a candle’s flicker in the night, he is caught by surprise. But then he exhales, lifting his hand and resting it on top of your head. He slowly strokes down the length of it, gentle but firm. This is a side of the fearsome ruler that is yours alone. Only you have felt that the hand which has taken countless lives is capable of a caress filled with infinite tenderness, that the lips which have casually condemned men to their doom can kiss you with a gentleness that moves you to tears. 

Gilbert continues to run his fingers over your hair, feeling the way the tension slowly seeps out of you with every stroke. It is soothing. It is possessive.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine to touch, to soothe.

Mine.

You stay that way for several moments, the ruler of Obsidian petting your head, your forehead resting against his ribs.

The oil in your desk lamp comes to its mortal end, sputtering its dying breath before plunging the room into shadow. With a heavy sigh, you pull away but only so that you can stand, roughly pushing your desk chair back. Then you are in his arms again, pressing your whole body against his, your hands sliding up his neck, fingers threading themselves into the mass of dark hair behind his head.

Your lips brush his, a paintbrush skimming canvas. “Take me to bed?”

You feel his smile rather than see it, a thing of soft shadow and razor-sharp pleasure.

“Sofort.”

Of course. 

Immediately. 

As you wish.

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[xxsycamore]

sorry to bother you again: which blogs can i find the ikemen villain translations? and silvio and keith’s route from ikemen prince. i’ve found one for gilbert’s. oh and charles from ikemen vampire?

again, sorry for spamming you with this.

You're not bothering at all! <3 Let's see...

For ikevil translations I go to gayuu-the-necromancer ; cirilla-fiona-riannon ; dark-frosted-heart and archiveikemen

For Silvio, I'm pretty sure dear-mrs-otome was translating his route!

For Keith, after a quick search, I found that caffedrine is doing summaries of the chapters of his route!

For Charles I couldn't find anything :( My best advice is to write game + character + route (or translation) in the tumblr search bar and to look around! I'm not too big on translations so I'm pretty sure there are a lot of blogs I forgot to mention here. If anyone else wants to shout out a translator for the above criteria, please feel free to do so!

Hope that helps! Have a great day ❤

[clavissionary-position]

Who is Carlo?

Hello! Carlo is Silvio's aide. He needs Silvio for funding into research in the nautical sciences as that is his field of scholarship. In exchange for this he serves Silvio. Dear-mrs-otome made a recent write-up about him if you'd like more details! I don't have the link on-hand atm tho, I'm sorry!