#female og x mc

[yueichihara]

By Your Side...

You met Katie (MC) again after years, knowing the kind of feelings that pulled you away back in the day. You decide to stay by her side this time. What you weren't expecting is the string of men, handsome men, that came along...

Content warnings: angst | depression | mentions of violence (from one of the LIs to other people) | fluff | jealousy | F/F mentions (for both female characters) | F/M (MC and Sylus, OG and Rafayel at the end) | mental health | OG character crushing on MC

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I had way too much fun writing this...

It was dark, those feelings you felt inside in the deepest parts of your soul. Katie was a nice girl, she had been through a lot and she meant a lot to you. When the darkness took over your life, she was there to accompany you, and later, to help you come out of it. But you couldn’t help the jealousy.

Your depression took a bad turn when you failed your university exams, being forced to wait until the next semester. Katie did get in, of course she did. She had goals, motivation, and other friends. You knew she was made from something else, her existence bringing light to people’s lives.

So you decided to stop being the shadow that brought her down. At least, that’s what you told yourself. In reality, you just couldn’t stop the urge to get away from her. Hearing about her achievements made you feel ugly feelings, so instead of responding to her messages with venom, you decided to stop responding altogether.

It was hard after that, getting into university turned out to be impossible. Not because you couldn’t, but rather because it seemed like you didn’t want to continue with further education. Your parents gave you an earful, but when you started job hunting, when your medication started making you feel better with yourself, and a smile came back to your face, they let it be.

At 25, you bumped into Katie on the street. It was easy chat, a hug, shared smiles. You had tried to contact her before, but you erased her from social media and your phone after an episode. She was the only person you followed from your days in highschool. You remembered little about her other friends, the doctor and the adopted friend she lived with. So finding them turned out to be impossible as well.

And here you were, 7 years later, as if nothing happened. But you had learned from your past actions. You asked Katie to a small café around the corner. It was a long chat, tears streaming down your face as you apologised for leaving her behind, the one person that meant so much to her.

She only listened to you, knowing you needed to take this all out. When you finished talking, you looked up at her, ashamed of your past. She was crying, too, and her arms wrapped around you only for you both to keep weeping a little more. She accepted your apology with the condition that this time, you’d keep in touch, you’d be back in each other’s lives. After you pulled back to wipe your tears, you looked at her. Really looked, this time. There was a hint of darkness in her eyes, her movements precise and controlled. Not the happy-go-lucky attitude she always had. She had gone through a lot when she was young, but this time it seemed something had changed her. You wished you’d been there for her, but it was useless. Time passed, relentlessly. So you decided to be there for her from now on.

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A few months went by, your friendship had bloomed again, it was like highschool again. Katie had extended a few invitations from her colleagues, you went karaoking, bar hopping. You met this one guy that wouldn’t stop glaring at you for keeping Katie’s attention a little too much, sometimes. His name was Xavier, you learned. Katie and him were partners in the hunter’s association, but you believed he might want to move that title to another more private level. It was actually funny to watch him passive aggressively try to make you back down. But you had spent your whole teenage years with Katie, watching guys flock to her side like flies to fire. She knew how to take care of herself, but when they tried to get to her through you, that’s when you lashed out.

So one time, when you were changing bars, you took him by the arm and gave him a very detailed version of how his face would turn out should he keep this nonsense going. He either backed down or told Katie his feelings.

Shocked, Xavier stared at you for a whole minute. Then, he burst out laughing. Later, he explained he had no intentions of telling her anything, at least not for now, and patted your head with a smile. “I like you now, so I won’t bother you anymore. I’m sorry for behaving like that to you.” True to his word, he started behaving normally, even going so far as to ask for your number. That day, after you got home, his chat bubble came up:

“I hope this doesn’t sound too creepy, but do you have photos of Katie from her highschool years?” You blocked his sorry ass for two weeks.

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One Saturday, she asked you to accompany her to her medical check-up. It was a study that took up little time, but it had to be done at two different times of the day, so there was a gap in between. Katie’s childhood home had been blown up. It took you days to recover from her confession, not like it was something you could just forget and go on with your day. She was vague with some of her explanations, but apparently her childhood friend -Caleb, this time you would remember it-, was the only one who survived. She mentioned her Grandma only that time, she had passed away. But there was something else behind it that she wasn’t comfortable with sharing, so you let it be.

So when she came up with the idea and suddenly tried to laugh it off, you noticed the loneliness in her eyes, and agreed to go with her.

It wasn’t study that was generally done on weekends, but her personal care physician had made the preparations for her.

Dr. Zayne was a handsome man, you couldn’t help but notice. He seemed cold, but his gaze softened everytime he looked at Katie. He accompanied you both every step of the way, except when duty called.

He showed up at lunch, paid for your meals and left after giving you a handful of candy.

By evening, Katie’s studies were done and she was free to go, not before stopping by Zayne’s office and saying goodbye. He offered to take you home, but an emergency came up, so you decided to stop by one of the nearby food stalls before heading home.

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Summer was right around the corner, flowers blooming everywhere. You and Katie went on a blind double date. Her senior had insisted Katie needed to loosen up, and she knew that if she kept refusing, more invitations would come. So she agreed. In the end, the senior had come down with a cold that night and couldn’t go. The guys would pay for everything, so you decided you might as well go and have a good time. If they thought they deserved compensation for affording the dinner, you could take care of them.

Thankfully, they were nice, handsome even. But quite boring. So you dined with them, and actually tried to pay your share, but they refused.

Feeling like it was still too early to go home, Katie decided it was time for her to show you her abilities at the arcade.

The claw machine turned out to be a difficult adversary, so with your wallets spent and nothing to show, you decided to head back. Katie had invited you for a sleepover, her home being the closest to the restaurant you went to.

You almost had a heart attack when the tall figure came out of the bathroom. You could take on any of the guys at the restaurant, but this one would be impossible. His massive body moved with ease, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, calculating. As if discarding your level of threat, his gaze moved to Katie. Now that is a look of longing, you thought.

“Caleb, what the fuck!?” Ohh, now that made sense. Katie’s stories from highschool gave you creepy feelings sometimes, thinking how gullible she was for always thinking the best of his friend. This friend who had once feigned being ill so that she wouldn’t go to that mixer with you. The one that had ‘accidentally’ locked her up the day of the excursion, when you’d told her that cute boy from chemistry planned on confessing to her.

Katie had always believed in his innocence, but there was always something that irked you.

Now, you could see that something in his eyes. But it didn’t irk you now. Instead, you pity this guy. You couldn’t quite explain it, but there was some kind of funny dance going on.

After properly introducing himself, Caleb told you he had come back from Skyhaven and planned to stay a few days. Since Kate’s place had his print on the lock, he let himself in. “It was a surprise.” He said when asked why he didn’t tell her he was coming.

It was quite clear to you, after an hour spent around both of them, that he was trying to flirt with Katie. But his attempts bounced off her as if she had some kind of shield on.

The sleepover turned out to be quite fun after Caleb learned who you were. He was the closest to her from back then, so it felt as if you’d known each other all along. Going so far as to tease Katie on various of her styling choices and share stories you’d already heard, but from the other’s perspective.

The next day, when you went back home, you wondered if Katie had ever fallen in love before. You knew she had had a few crushes back in the day, secretly dating one girl at one point because the other’s family was too stuck up. But it never seemed serious.

And now that you came across so many people who looked at her with so much intent, you asked yourself if she returned any of their feelings. Even Xavier’s were pure loving gazes, despite being so intense.

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Well, this might be a problem.

Your hands, ankles and arms were tightly tied with rope, marks starting to show up where it touched your skin every time you moved. A gag made from who knows what kept you from screaming for help. It was completely drenched with saliva.

Whenever you saw a kidnapping scene on movies or tv, you thought you would probably become a weeping mess if it ever happened to you, but here you are: looking unfazed, taking in everything you laid your eyes on every time they took off the blindfold. You could see this made your kidnappers angrier.

You’d heard enough of their chatter to understand this was a trap for someone high up in Onychinus’ web of command. But you couldn’t understand what it had to do with you.

Onychinus was a mafia gang, you’d heard little of them back when you worked in a shady place a few years ago. They were people you didn’t want to cross, you never thought you’d even hear of them ever again. You were a regular citizen, and these kinds of things happened only to rich heirs or important politicians, not to a normal office worker.

Loud noises started coming from the other side of the door. It was the only thing you could see, just the light from under a door. The room was small and smelt funny. Gunfire followed suit, and your heart started beating as if you’d run a marathon. You tried to move, but there were boxes and other stuff around you, so you just ended up with your back pressed to the wall opposite the door.

A few seconds later, the fire ceased, the screams stopped. The shadow of someone standing on the other side of the door made your heart stop. You heard the doorknob turn, and it opened slowly. You had to close your eyes to shield yourself from the light. All of a sudden, you were lifted off your feet.

With a muffled scream, you opened your eyes and started kicking your feet in hopes of being able to escape.

“Quit squirming, or else I’ll drop you, sunshine. And I won’t be able to look at her face if you turn out injured.” The deep voice did nothing to soothe your creeping fear, but you were still tied up. Even if this man let you down, you’d still have to free yourself before thinking of outrunning him.

Deciding it was already as bad as it could get, you kept still, taking in everything you could in case you needed to testify later. But as soon as the first corpse entered your sight, your stomach made a 180. Tightly closing your eyes, your mind started humming a catchy song to calm you down.

Finally, after a few minutes, you were let down on solid ground. With your eyes still closed, you felt the rope loosen and fall, a hand taking it off you.

“You can open your eyes now.” The same voice offered. It sounded bored.

When you still didn’t dare open them, the man sighed and said exasperatedly: “There are no more bodies in sight so rest assured, you’re safe now.”

You knew you couldn’t trust this person, but still, hesitantly opened your eyes. A tall, very handsome man stared at you from above. His gaze was cold and calculating, assessing the state of your body. When it looked like you passed the assessment, he took you by the arm and steered you to a motorcycle by the side of the road. His grip was surprisingly gentle, but firm.

You should run, you thought suddenly. But one look at your surroundings vanished every hope. You were in the N109 zone. There was no way you could know this because you’ve never been there. But there was something in the ambience that was unmistakable. So you gritted your teeth and let yourself be carried to the bike.

The man shoved a helmet on your head and secured it before sitting on the vehicle. With difficulty, you climbed behind him, reaching for the side bars to keep yourself steady.

“You’ll fall if you don’t hold onto me.” It was all he said before rushing into the night, the speed too much for you, forcing you to grab onto his sides.

Just a few minutes later, you stopped in front of a dark mansion, dawn making its way on the horizon.

Stumbling to get off, your foot caught on the bike, making you fall face to the floor. But before that, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. When you lifted your gaze, you saw Katie’s eyes scanning you for injuries.

“I was so scared, I’m so sorry. This is my fault. They were trying to get to me by taking you. I don’t know how long they’ve been following me, but it looks like they saw us together and-”

“Calm down, let her breathe.” The man interrupts her, his voice softer than before.

Katie looks up at him and then back at you and helps you get up. “You’re right, we can talk later. Right now you need a bath and a hot meal. Let’s go inside”

You nod, but the moment you try to make a step, your legs give out. Katie catches you again but you’re bigger than her. It had taken her whole body’s weight to catch you before. Instead, the man signals to the two guys standing on the mansion’s entrance. They nod at you before offering their shoulders and helping you up.

As you slowly walk in, you hear Katie’s voice from behind. “I was so scared, I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let myself be tailed.” At this, you turn around, ready to tell her that it wasn’t her fault, that those people are responsible for their own actions. But the words get stuck in your throat when you watch the scene unfold.

It made you wonder how you could even doubt Katie’s feelings before, when they were so obviously displayed right now. The man had a hand cupping her cheek, you could see his thumb gently caressing her. But it was the look they shared what made you turn away. The yearning in both their gazes was so strong it made you feel like you walked into someone taking a shower, like you shouldn’t be spectating this moment.

You could feel your cheeks turning hot, but all colour drained out the moment you heard her next words.

“Thank you for rescuing her, Sylus.” Onychinus leader.

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Sylus turned out to be a chill guy.

After a good hot shower, Katie came into the guest room to eat with you. She sensed you might not have wanted to be around the men for now.

She decided to tell you about the missing bits in her life, the ones she knew, at least. And the ones that made your heart cry out and break all over.

You spent the weekend at Sylus’ mansion. Onychinus’ leader’s mansion. You had a hard time wrapping your mind around everything Katie said to you.

You decided she had told you too much for now, so questioning her relationship with a mafia boss would be left for another day.

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“You’re drooling.” You were. Indeed, it was impossible not to.

You’d been around too many handsome men since meeting up with Katie again. Maybe it was because Katie herself was beautiful, as if she was a magnet for anyone and everyone. It was one of the reasons you felt jealous of her in highschool. You were nothing like her.

You learned later that actually, it was Katie who wasn’t like any of the other girls. Her perfection was noticeable, but it was just who she is. And what drew you in, was her kindness. You acknowledged the fact that you had a crush on her in highschool, when your therapy sessions started actually working. But that had faded out, friendship being what you wanted from her right now.

Actually, what you may want right now is to be a canvas. Or maybe a brush. God, you wished you could become the paint smeared on the side of his lip.

“Rafayel, I was out with my friend. What did you want that was so important?” Katie says exasperatedly, her foot tapping on the floor and her arms crossed. Thankfully, he didn’t hear what she whispered to you earlier.

Rafayel opens his mouth to talk as he turns towards you, but his words are caught the moment he lays eyes on you. You watch him as he stares at you, his mouth opening and closing several times.

“Rafayel!” Katie’s yell makes him snap out of whatever he was thinking and he blinks several times before turning away, his ears turning pink.

You feel flustered, heat crawling up your neck. Here you are, in a huge art studio by the beach. The house of this supposedly super rich renowned artist, who just blushed from staring at a woman too long. You might be dreaming.

As Rafayel climbs down from the stool, Katie gets closer and shoves him into another room. You get to hear them talking about a mission or whatever, clearly about work. So you busy yourself with looking at the various art pieces scattered on the floor.

You’ve always enjoyed visiting art museums. You were far from being an expert, but looking at them and trying to picture what they try to express, was something you enjoyed despite not doing it often. One of the paintings caught your eye. It was simple, just a sand castle by the sea. But you could see the strokes on the canvas, the texture on the painting simulating the sand and small rocks. The beach could be seen on the horizon, but it was far away.

“Do you like it?” You physically jump from the startle. Rafayel is standing next to you, close but not too much, as if testing the distance. He has a subtle smile on his lips, but his gaze is on the painting.

“Yeah, it's very pretty.” You’re certain he must be tired of hearing people call his painting pretty, but you couldn’t find other words to describe it. Not that you lack vocabulary, but rather because of your lack of confidence.

Rafayel lifts his gaze to you and you're frozen in place. His eyes are the most beautiful colour you’ve ever seen. “It’s beautiful.” You realise your mistake only once you’ve already spoken the words. Rafayel’s cheeks turn slightly red and he lowers his gaze, just as you feel your face heat up. You wanted to die. “This painting is indeed very beautiful,” You start rambling in hopes of saving some face “but it’s a pity it looks so lonely. The sea is so far away.”

At this, Rafayel’s eyes focus on you once again, but this time he looks serious, almost proud. You turn away quickly, your stomach filled with butterflies.

“My apologies,” He says, voice sounding mischievous. So you turn to him, who takes this chance to grab your hand “I haven’t introduced myself.” He leans down, and kisses your hand. The heat on your face stronger, but you can’t look away. “My name’s Rafayel. You?” A smirk makes its way on his mouth, and you realise you might have started to fall.

A smile plays on the side of your lips, a thrill running down your spine. “Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet such an amazing artist. I’m-”

[onyourowndaisymae]

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

☆ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

★ meeting and trying to impress your older sibling

★ presenting the brothers with friendship bracelets

★ incorrect things about the human world they believe in

★ brothers playing minecraft with you

★ "boys will be boys" shenanigans

★ hand headcanons

★ social media headcanons

★ road trip

★ brothers + an mc with dyscalculia

★ brothers as taylor swift fans (older brothers)

★ brothers as songs from noah kahan's "stick season"

★ comforting their partner who's struggling with a big chest

angst, hurt/comfort. demon brothers x afab!reader. reader has a big chest but is not explicitly female. mentions of insecurity and pain due to chest size.

★ mistletoe mayhem

you bump into a certain someone slipping away at one of diavolo's parties. it's only then that you notice the seasonal plant hiding up above your heads.

★ cool about it

the demon brothers aren't how you remember them-- then again, you never met them shortly after the fall, did you? what a strange feeling, loving someone who's a stranger to you now...

nightbringer timeline. demon brothers x gn!reader. angst. vague songfic based on "cool about it" by boygenius.

★ under where?

"imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. just IMAGINE their reactions…" (prompt from @/shywritersblog)

demon brothers x fem!reader. nsfw, mdni. exhibitionism. reader is wearing a skirt.

☆ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

★ old man lucifer

☆ 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

★ a new tradition

you start a new tradition with how you celebrate lucifer's birthdays.

★ unicorn bandages

lucifer helps patch you up after an embarrassing fall.

★ lucifer drops his roster for you

they've been alive for so long. but when you come into the picture? everything changes. suddenly all those previous lovers are discarded for a chance with you-- they'll offer themselves all for just a chance to taste you.

obey me characters x gn!reader. nsfw, mdni. exploring the characters' previous intimate relationships before the exchange program.

★ when lucifer falls in love

love is a wonderous thing. when it sweeps through the devildom, the blade spares no expense: no one can outrun love, no matter how hard they try.

minor s1 of og! game spoilers, discussions of death, nightmares, hurt/comfort, lucifer's regretting the past again. multi-character series.

★ lucifer and his coffee (drabble)

★ the red string of fate (drabble)

★ the cat can't stay (drabble)

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐲… ★ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭…

[lynnstereotypical]

Rant incoming

Everyone always talks about the lack of BLACK superheroes but no one ever talks about the lack of black FEMALE superheroes

And we do have some

but their always side stories never part of the bigger picture or the ones saving the day like storm or some shit and usually they’re always the main characters girlfriend or stand in till they figure out their feeling for the true (usually white) female

Lead *COUGH* *COUGH* Danny and phantom and Valerie gray*

Or like Logan and Storm from X men the disposable black girlfriend kills me every time since it’s ALWYAS a interracial couple (not that there is anything wrong) but it’s just frustrating even in reverse!!

With miles and Gwen bitches were upset at Margo for “getting in the way” of their ship!! Or With arcane jayvik and Mel I DONT watch arcane but I didn’t even know Mel was a love Interest!!! I just wish we had our own stories or something like with Naomi Mcduffie and even that was Short lived!!

Im tired of us being a token character why are we the disposable black character?? Or the black best friend!! Usually sassy and in need to help out the non-black main character where we fix the mc’s life at a low point or the comedic relief with answers and the laughs or were usually the nerdy smart ones (but thats usually In boys black girls aren’t usually seen as nerdy and awkward but thats a whole nother topic) saw this video by queentiwa titled “why can’t black girls be weird, shy, or nerdy” and was taken aback by how much I related to it

I was and AM that girl I like nerdy shit but DONT talk about it I was labeled an “Oreo” and “white washed” for simply liking things that my black peers didn’t like I like watching anime I love “different” music

I am shy and introverted

I hate social interaction it makes my skin crawl but being that labels me as rude or stuck up

I don’t have an attitude no I am not stuck up!! I am just a person

Thinking about this will always make me mourn the loss of Harper the OG black girl in the pilot of the teen wolf show it makes me think of what we could have gotten how she could have fit into stiles and Scott’s friendship as a possible trio

She seemed cool

AND I WANT TO SEE BLACK WOMEN IN ROMCOMS!! I want to see us falling in love in movies like “10 things I hate about you” “never been kissed” or just silly girlhood stories like “Mean Girls”

I want stuff like that!!

No I don’t want to be Asian because I watch anime and like kpop

just because I listen to pop music and alt music doesn’t mean i have this secret desire to want to be white

I just want to express myself and talk about my intrests without being seen as weird I love being quirky shy and nerdy and black

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[authormars]

Rant!

Don't read this if you don't want to. I am just very angry and needed to get my feelings out. It has nothing to do with Dialuci or headcanons like my normal content, it is simply me being angry at an anon.

If you want to read more, don't say I didn't warn you

The Barbatos Gossip Section is so funny to me. I like to yell my thoughts into the void there, but recently people have been blowing up about people complaining about there not being a whole lot of x male reader content (I am one of those complainers, but look at the tag fam. It's almost all women)

People kept saying "It's an otome game! It's for women" and people fought back saying "MC is genderless for a reason! They're inclusive!" (A point I totally agree with, as a masc person)

The thing that genuinely pisses me off though is the point of "You want to see it, go write it yourself" and I know it's stupid to get pissed over, but it seriously does, as a writer myself.

Some people just want to see representations of themselves in fanfiction, the place we go for representation when the og media doesn't give us that! Some people don't have the luxury of being able to write! A very close friend of mine has dysgraphia, in which they basically cannot write or keep a coherent story in their head. Some people don't have the time to write! Some people want to have a story with a reader that is male and that is hard to find in the x reader tag, especially with characters like Lucifer (I know from experience)

Also, the Barbatos Gossip Section is a place to complain! Stop getting on people's backs for complaining there! A particular anon called it, and I'm quoting directly here, "Look, I understand that OM mc is genderless, but I see those who complain about there being way too many female mc content. They need to realize how hypocritical they’re being. They’re acting like the mc has to only be gn, or male, and when they are gn they have to be masculine. Yet, when there is female mc, or the gn mc is feminine they get offended, and complain."

When has anyone ever gotten mad at this? Most of the people, including myself, understand that x female reader is always going to be common. The only thing we ask is that more people make MC more inclusive (for example, when writing a GN!MCxCharacter smut, doing two chapters for people with either parts, which I have seen done before)

They also called those people mysogynistic. They said, quoting from the post, "To those that do that, you give off heavy misogynistic vibes. Like being male is okay, but being female is the end all. The mc can be who the player is, how is that hard to comprehend for you."

The thing that pisses me off most of all, however, was how they ended it. "Lastly, Otome games are created for girls/women. Be grateful that there are games like OM that has a genderless mc." The arrogance of this anon alone pisses me off to no level. She acts (I can say that, based on the ask where she implied she was female) like all the masc people in the community don't matter.

The link is here for people who don't want to be searching for the post

Don't mind my rant, this ask just pissed me off to no end.

Please don't send hate to this person if you find out who she is. I am merely one very angry masc obey me fan who hates when people say things that aren't true.

If it pleases you, write/read x female reader fics. If you want, write/read x male reader fics. If x gender neutral reader is your jam, read it! I'm not here to police anyone's actions. I merely want to say that I, personally, desperately crave bottom Mammon fics :p

I'm a whore for bottom brothers

[s1l3ntk4t]

Okay so basically a villainess x heroine isekai Where MC is a buff modern masc lesbian who transmigates into a regular toxic reverse harem manga, game or novel (whichever is fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) and suddenly wakes up as the damsel in distress heroine. She basically goes "FUCK THIS SHIT", goes all tomboy, rejects all of the male leads, and in the meantime works out and somehow gets herself a tutor to teach her how to wield a sword because the heroines body is weak as hell and she thinks sword fighting is cool.

She then saves the villainess from an assasination attempt (because the villainess is the crown prince's fiance and is a total bitch to everyone else so assasination attempts are probably a normal thing for her) and ends up working as her personal knight (when the villainess realizes or is assured that she doesn't love the crown prince and even rejected him) . And then they slowly fall in love, go on cute festival (not yet) dates, heroine keeps having to save the villainess from multiple murder and/or kidnapping attempts, blah blah blah after some sweet moments with the heroine the villainess realizes that she doesn't actually love the prince and is just in love with the thought of being loved by him and becoming a princess and/or queen.

She ends up breaking her engagement with the prince, confesses her love to the heroine and runs away with her. They end up in some other kingdom or some random town, buy a nicely sized cottage and maybe adopt some kids.

The end.

Some additional bits of the story:

-The story doesn't actually have to be a isekai, the heroine could maybe have time traveled back to the past because she regretted her decisions or simply died. Or perhaps it's one of those stories where this is actually her third life and she died like how the og story went in her first life then, reincarnated into the modern world in her second life and, somehow got reincarnated back into her first life maybe by some God or whatever maybe by some magical artifact? Idk.

-The heroine could be a commoner or maybe a noble too whichever is fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

-I like to think that since the heroine basically stepped down from the typical helpless female lead role that the dangerous situations part of the story got dumped onto the villainess.

-And that the villainess isn't a damsel in distress either. But instead of fixing her problems with strength she is more of the intellectual type and gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss her way out of situations. Aka the villainess is a feminine evil mastermind.

-No, the villainess still keeps her bitchy attitude but she does soften up a little bit when it comes to the heroine.

-The Villainess may or may not be bi.

-The heroine and the villainess is a couple that takes no shit from anybody. And will fight for each other whether verbally or physically. Insult one of them? Count your days because the other might beat you up or plan your downfall.

-maybe a bl side story with the prince?

The side story:

-Mayhaps the prince allowed his engagement to be broken because he saw how happy his one sided crush and fiance is.

-Maybe the prince and villainess were childhood friends because of the arranged marriage made by their parents and because of that he treated the villainess as his sister.

-the prince is a very flawed character, he tries his best for the kingdom and his family but he is always too kind, indecisive and indulgent to others that it leads to the jealousy and sense of entitlement of the villainess in the og story.

-Always so worried or stressed when it came to his job as crown prince perhaps he finds someone who can calm him down and let's him relax?

-The crown prince used to be part of the heroine's harem or simply one of the male leads but then after getting his heart broken from heroine he then finds himself falling in love with one of his male servants ( any occupation is fine, chef, gardener, knight, even his assistant or right hand man ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) .

-mayhaps even finding himself talking to him more and spending his free time with him, maybe going on walks together or on picnics where he falls asleep on his lap from exhaustion.

-And yes he's bi too or maybe pansexual.

-when he realizes that he's fallen in love with the man he finds himself having to choose between him or the kingdom and his family.

-Maybe instead of just having to choose he instead tries to pitch the idea of allowing gay marriage to his family, the court and the kingdom but of course it's starting to fail badly because homophobia UNTIL the gl couple, after hearing about his plans came back to start helping him with it, they try to get or find people who actually likes and wants gay marriage to be allowed, and somehow gets almost everyone to agree with it some maybe begrudgingly accepting it. The gl couple finally gets lawfully married and maybe they gain back their status. The prince then confesses to his crush and they start actually dating, the prince eventually gains more confidence and tries to improve himself for both his lover and the kingdom, they eventually get married and eventually being gay is now normalized.

The end.

Many of the ideas came from multiple manga's, comics and novels I've seen like The villainess strikes back, multiple other fantasy isekai manga's, high class homos and other gl and bl manga's and fiction.

Feel free to add some other stuff that would fit the story.

I don't know if this idea is already a thing or been made but if so please recommend me some 👀.

And also you guys can take this idea and edit it however you'd like but it would be nice if you'd perhaps show me when your done 🥺 👉👈.

[cadybear420]

Cadybear's Creator Top 5 2024

@choicesficwriterscreations

Honestly it's hard to pick which of my works I'm most proud of this year. I love just about all of them. But here are the ones I was arguably the most excited about sharing.

This list is in no particular order. I'm also going to exclude creations that made it into my Tumblr Top 5 because I want to give some of my other works a chance to shine too.

1. OG High School Story- Smut Fic- "Piano Training". Posted Dec 10 2024.

This isn't my first time writing smut for Choices, let alone HSS, but this was my first time sharing HSS smut to Tumblr. Probably goes without saying that I was very nervous about doing that lol. Nevertheless I'm very pleased with how this fic turned out. I love how I wrote it so much <3. I'm honestly proud of all the stuff I've written on here, but this one especially.

2. OG HSS x ID- Edits- The Squads doing the Jingle Bell Rock dance. Posted Jun 6 2024.

This is one of those edits that kinda kicked me in the ass to make (along with the TerrorFest wardrobe genderswap, the possessed ILITW Aiden, and all of the HSS Prime full-body sprites), but god was it sooooo worth it. I like that it kicked me in the ass.

Thanks again ofc to @aria-ashryver for lending me Luca!

3. OG HSS- Edits- OG HSS male LIs in some fancy upscale-ish dresses. Posted Feb 22 2024.

This is arguably my, for lack of better words most iconic edit. Everyone and their dog who knows me knows how obsessed I am with depicting Aiden in that sexy black gown. And real talk though, it is an edit I'm proud of for having pulled off, considering the original outfit transparent. So I can't not mention it here.

4. All of my fucking art lol.

Yeah I'm gonna cheat lol. I wanted to put at least 1 art piece here but I can't decide which made me the most excited. So I'm putting them all here. And hey, they're all made in 2024, so it counts. I'm very proud of myself for getting up to sharing my choices art and putting Aiden into cunty poses/sitations as well as cunty outfits <3

Technically this isn't all of my art, because I've also drawn Evie and a couple of my friends' MCs as plushies (an ongoing series that I'm greatly enjoying). Those aren't on this list currently because I'm planning on giving it its own masterlist. Which I probably should do soon.

5. Uhhhhhhh OG HSS- Edits- Aiden x Evie Summer Swimsuits. Posted Jun 14 2024.

I could put the full summer swimsuit series masterlist here (especially since all except Cedric x Jocelyn and I think Alan x Emma seemed to really get very noticed) but I'm especially fond of the Aidevie one of course, so I'm giving it the boost here. Also I feel vindication for putting Aiden in something actually flattering and not whatever tf that canon gave him lol.

[20forty9]

I Didn't Mean To Haunt You

Chapter V - Shades Of Us

Summary : The spirit takes on a new trainee, and Maheas becomes more comfortable with the spirit. You must face the repercussions of the previous day, which only leads to arguments and conversations in the rain. And ultimately, a terrible realization that you've tried to deny for a long time.

Word Count : 7.7k

Contains : Me projecting (extra pained)

Pairings : Gojo Satoru/Reader, Geto Suguru/Reader, Nanami Kento/Reader, Yu Haibara/Reader, Everyone/Reader (Reverse Harem)

Cross-posted on Ao3

A/N : Ermmmm yeah so after deleting the OG chapter and rewriting it, I have a nice welcome-back chapter. So much for taking two weeks off, amiright? Haha. (Pained). I hope you'll forgive me for the angst present in this chapter and no Geto or Gojo, because now we finally have two new pairings introduced! Also, even if I'm not pairing MC with any female characters, I have a very big soft spot for Shoko, I'm sure that's obvious. Also, another short flashback, and a new OC introduced. She's the last one, I promise! And she's relevant... eventually! They all are. They all serve their own purpose, I prommy guys!!!!! Canonly, in the OG version of this story, this OC has a niece/god-daughter but I feel like that'd be too much for a JJK x Reader story on Ao3, so I'll keep that separate unless people are really interested. She's very important to the OC and plays a pivotal role in his development, but I can forgo that for this version of the story to keep things more simple.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing. ~ Oscar Wilde 

It has been a few weeks since the spirit has started training Maheas one-on-one with his new polearm, and things are going rather smoothly. So smoothly, in fact, that in mid-September, Suliman introduces another young child to join them. 

Venick is much younger than Maheas, and she seems very out of place in Suliman’s strange society. Her straight black hair falls over her shoulders, hiding away most of her face unless the servants tie it back in a ponytail for her. She doesn’t give any of those fake smiles that everyone else here does – actually, she doesn’t smile at all, nor does she speak much. Her weapon, a bow, is always clenched tightly in her hands, keeping it close to her chest. There’s no sign of her having any cursed energy capabilities, but Suliman sees something in the young girl that others cannot, according to her. 

It had taken some time for Maheas to warm up to the spirit, but Venick took much longer. She refuses to join in on training unless the blonde boy drags her, but by then she’s already kicking and screaming in protest, digging her heels into the ground and kicking up dirt as tears run down her face. She doesn’t want to learn how to fight. She’s a child. 

The spirit finds itself completely disconnected by most emotions by now, so it has to remind itself that it is training kids. Granted, one of them is probably a psychopath, and the other can be a complete brat, but they’re still kids. Suliman’s perfect weapons are molded as young as eleven years old. 

So, on bright days like these, the spirit decides to take the kids to the kitchens to cook a dish for them. It is a comforting meal it used to cook back in its own world constantly, making more than enough to share with others. 

Maheas and Venick sit at the kitchen island on the high stools, looking at the spirit curiously. Even the young girl seems entranced by how it flips the vegetables in the large wok seamlessly, shuffling around the room to cook udon noodles and tofu at the same time. Her bow sits right next to her on the floor, her leg brushing against it every time she swings it back and forth. 

By now, Maheas understands that the spirit is deaf and can’t understand them when its back faces them. Venick, however, doesn’t exactly know much. Of anything, really. Suliman hasn’t said much about her, but the spirit guesses that the young girl was found in the middle of nowhere, neglected and probably more than a few years behind on education and socialization. 

“What’re you making?” The dark-haired girl asks the spirit as it flips the veggies in the wok again. “Can you hurry up? I’m hungry.” 

“It can’t hear you,” Maheas says to her, nose-deep in a book about ancient battles, not even bothering to look up at her. “It’s deaf.” 

She tilts her head, confused. “But they- it nods its head when you talk to it.” 

“When it’s looking at me, sure. It reads lips.” He sighs, slamming the book closed irritatedly. “But when it isn’t looking at us, it won’t hear. Look.” 

He gets up from his chair, walking right behind the spirit who still works away over the stovetop and cups his hands around his mouth. 

“ BOO!” Maheas’ voice echoes loudly against the walls of the large kitchen, making Venick jump in her seat. However, there’s absolutely no reaction from the spirit, just a little hiss of pain when a splash of boiling oil hits its right hand. 

The boy returns to his seat, opening his book back up nonchalantly. “See?” 

Venick stares at the back of the spirit’s head before her eyes trail over to Maheas. “Why’d it go death anyways?” 

“Deaf. With an f. Are you stupid?” Maheas glares at her. “And beats me. It’s been like that since Madame Suliman saved it.” 

“Like me? Will I go deat– deaf too?” She asks, clumsily stumbling over her pronunciation. 

Venick sure is talkative today. God, just shut up, the blonde boy thinks to himself, rolling his eyes. “If you don’t shut up in the next five seconds, yeah, you will. ” 

That gets her to close her mouth, keeping her lips sealed and staring dead ahead at the spirit who continues to cook, completely clueless to their conversation. Finally, Maheas goes back to his book, legs swinging back and forth happily as he reads uninterrupted. His eyes flit up every so often to observe their teacher who finishes up mixing the noodles with the handmade peanut butter sauce. 

It plates the food on two separate plates, topping the thick noodles with the fried tofu, vegetables and toasted sesame seeds. The two kids immediately dig in, eating as if they haven’t been fed in weeks. They shovel down the food so quickly that the spirit can see the peanut butter sauce sticking to the sides of their mouths, making it raise an eyebrow. When was the last time they ate? 

“You’re not gonna eat?” Venick asks it through a mouthful of food. Though, if the spirit was being honest with itself, it couldn’t read a single thing she said; but it can guess. 

It shakes its head. It had an apple three days ago, it was completely fine. It wouldn’t need to eat for another few days or so. 

“You’re weird,” she muses, going back to stuffing her face with food. 

“Of course it’s weird, it’s not like us,” Maheas says after taking a large sip of water. 

It seems to be routine, as days pass. On the too-hot days, the spirit forgoes training and encourages the two kids to eat, rest or read instead. This is all done without Suliman knowing, or else she would probably ream them all for being too lazy, or some ridiculous reasoning of the kind. 

It only puts a halt on these calm days when rumours start popping up around the area – defectors, running away from Suliman’s watchful eye. They leave behind everything in their possession; homes, money, family, their own children. She becomes more restless around the spirit and her own men, subtly making sure that they are staying true to their duties. None of it is confirmed, of course. However, the training becomes more intense for Venick and Maheas, as the woman seems to be around the training grounds nearly constantly.

The rumours finally rear their head one day, some semblance of truth coming to light. 

“You won’t go like them, right, spirit?” Maheas asks it after an extensive day of clashing their polearms against each other. There were rumours of high-class defectors this time around, leaving behind their beloved children in hopes of saving themselves. Apparently they were caught, but nobody has heard anything else about them since then. 

The young boy tugs at its pants with his grime-covered hands. “You won’t go anywhere, right?” 

It shakes its head, wiping the sweat from its forehead. There is no life for it outside of this, it is sure of that. 

“Good. I don’t want you to go,” he says, looking at a group of men returning with a large wooden box, big enough to fit a body inside of it. “I won’t let you.” 

“You understand me, spirit? I won’t let you,” Maheas looks determined as he looks back up at the spirit. 

It nods, mindlessly agreeing with him. If it helps calm the blonde boy down, it will agree to any delusion he has. After all, that’s all it is – a child’s delusion. 

It repeats that mantra in its head, over and over again, for the rest of the day, until it goes back into its room that night, the weight of the day resting heavy on its shoulders. It puts its polearm against the wall, right next to the door, toeing its uncomfortable shoes off and haphazardly throwing them into a random corner of the room. 

It’s about to lay down and let its weary body relax in the thin duvet on the bed when something catches its attention in the corner of its eye – a new book rests upon the top of the desk, one that it has never seen before. 

‘Langues Des Signes Française - LSF / FSL’ is in big, gold letters etched into the dark blue book. Beside it, there’s a small note written in neat handwriting. 

- No need to thank me. This will make communication much easier. ~ S

It sets the book down as if its hand had been burnt, immediately tossing the note in the garbage. If it wants to learn to communicate with humans, it will do so on its own terms. Not because this witch wants it to. The spirit sighs, sitting down on its bed, eyes stuck on the book cover. 

Its stomach uncomfortably grumbles, for some reason. 

It could go for an apple.

It’s hungry. 

2005.

You wake up alone. 

You’re facing the wall when your eyes crack open, the bed cold except for where you lay. You must’ve moved around a lot in your sleep, because you’re laying where Gojo was resting, no remnants of his warmth leftover on the mattress. You look over your shoulder, noticing the notebook is still on the nightstand, but Gojo’s sunglasses are nowhere to be seen. Him, Geto and Shoko must’ve left hours ago and let you sleep in. 

You wonder where they went without you, considering there are no missions today, and you have to debrief all together. Whatever. 

Rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, you feel your jaw popping as you yawn. You sit up, stretching your arms and inhaling deeply before letting them rest at your side. You feel strangely alone, and decide to head to your own room to change into some fresh clothes and maybe take a shower. 

Your eyes glance over to the notebook, hands grabbing it to look more closely at the three different handwritings. Subconsciously, your lips perk up – you feel touched by their very simple gesture of writing in the notebook just to wish you something as simple as a goodnight. 

As you lazily slip your ratty converse shoes on your feet, you realize that you’re still wearing the clothes that Gojo let you borrow last night. Should probably wash these before they’re returned, you think to yourself, grabbing the notebook and your dirty clothes before carefully closing the door to the white-haired man’s room behind you. 

The halls are void of any life, but you’re not entirely surprised. This seems to be the usual at the school. You finally make it to your dorm room, unlocking the door and flicking the lightswitch on. Carelessly, you dump your ruined clothing into the hamper near the door, going to the dresser to pull some casual clothing out; a dark t-shirt and matching sweatpants of your own. 

When you walk into the bathroom, you lean down to place your clothes on the ground and immediately feel pain flare up on your side, reminding you of your wounds from the previous day. Carefully, you lift your shirt, exposing the gross blotch that seems to have spread across your ribs, akin to the curse snaking around your forearm. You catch your own gaze in the mirror, smiling wryly to yourself. 

“ You’re a sight for sore eyes,” you mouth to yourself. A reprimand only for your own eyes. “ You look disgusting. ” Self-hatred only meant for you. 

If you look at yourself any longer, you’ll start feeling the bile rising at the back of your throat. You let the t-shirt drop back down, switching the shower on and undressing yourself, keeping your back turned to the mirror the entire time. You soak the dirtied bandages that were once wrapped around your arms in the sink, the water already turning a light brown. 

You hiss as you test the heat of the water with your hand, feeling it burn your skin. Though it’s not even turned all the way to the hottest setting, you’ve been much more sensitive to heat ever since the curse made you more in-tune with your fire. Nevertheless, you step in the shower, letting the boiling water hit against your body, letting it turn your skin raw. As much as it hurts, it still helps soothe your aching muscles, letting your shoulders go slack, hair getting heavier as the water soaks it. 

After carefully washing your body with soap and rinsing your hair with shampoo, you give yourself a few more minutes to bask in the shower. You observe the way your hands look now – palms covered in calluses from the polearm, cuts from the splinters that dug into your skin from the fight yesterday. Those are hands that can kill.

You leave the water on for much longer than necessary before you snap out of whatever daydream you stuck yourself into, quickly turning the shower off and towelling yourself dry. 

It’s your first time looking at the curse on your arm since yesterday morning, and you’re relieved to see that it didn’t spread at all, even with the aggravating annoyance of a curse you faced. You didn’t get angry, you were just bothered. As long as you remember to control your emotions, the curse won’t spread any further. 

You tug your fresh clothes on, then look through the cupboard underneath the sink, relieved to see that Yaga must’ve refreshed your bandage wrap supply when you were gone the other day. You quickly wrap your arms back up, then drop Gojo’s clothes in the hamper after exiting the bathroom. 

Just as you go to sit down on the bed to take another moment for yourself, you notice a small screen light up on your nightstand. Carefully, you shuffle over to look at it. Did someone leave their flip phone in the room? Next to it, there’s a sticky note with familiar handwriting scribbled across it. 

- Figured it would make things easier. ~Yaga

Curious, you flip it open, a bigger screen lighting up. There’s a few notifications on it, all from the same teacher. You scroll through them one by one, slowly feeling your heart drop out of your ass.

- Meeting room. [Sent 8:03am]

- I’m serious. [Sent 8:03am] - ASAP. [Sent 8:04am] - I mean, NOW. [Sent 8:05am] - You fucked up. [Sent 8:10am]

You take a look at the current time, and feel your heart drop even further, if possible. 

Half past eight. 

You are totally, royally fucked. Absolutely screwed. There are no words that can emphasise how badly you messed up. 

You nearly trip over yourself as you run as fast as possible, completely winded by the time you reach Yaga just outside of the meeting room. He stands there, arms crossed, eyes hidden behind his favourite pair of sunglasses – but the unmistakable threatening aura surrounding him is enough to tell you that you would be lucky if you walk away from this meeting unscathed. 

Yaga’s brows are furrowed deeply, intense shadows etched into his face. Even though you can’t see his entire face, you guess that the man is more than just exhausted from all the stress that has accumulated since yesterday; though, to be fair, Yaga is always stressed. Still, that doesn’t stop the shiver from running down your spine when he simply turns his head to face you, but remains firmly stuck in place, leaning against the wall next to the doors of the room. 

“You’re late,” is all he says. 

“ I’m so sorry, ” you sign frantically before bowing deeply, feeling cold sweat gather at the back of your neck and on your palms. You don't even bother telling Yaga that you weren't woken up by the others which is why you were so late, knowing it wouldn’t change a thing at this point. 

“If I had realized how late you would be returning from your mission, I would’ve given you the new phone myself,” he seems to sigh deeply. “Would’ve probably saved us some time.” 

“ Thank you for that, by the way, ” you grab the phone out of your sweatpants, showing it off for a moment before putting it away. 

When you look back up, Yaga’s fingers are pinching the bridge of his nose, his sunglasses discarded in his other hand. You can see the dark circles underneath his eyes more clearly, and you feel guilt wash over you – how badly was he stressing over this? 

“Listen, we need to talk,” the teacher takes a step away from the wall to be closer in front of you. “What the hell were you guys thinking yesterday, not putting a veil up?” 

Probably because two of us were going deaf while the other was being tossed around like a ragdoll, you think to yourself, briefly looking away for a moment. 

“I’m being serious here,” Yaga makes you look back at him by raising a finger at you. “What if a non-sorcerer was around at that time? Do you know how catastrophic that could have been?” 

You nod, frowning. Of course, it’s obvious. You cross your arms, shoulders becoming more tense as he takes another step forward, feeling your face warm up uncomfortably. 

“This is something you have to take seriously,” he says your name as he continues, face starting to get red in frustration. “I won’t be able to help you if a normal person comes across you using your abilities.” 

“ I am taking it seriously, ” you sign back, hands moving in jerks, feeling the nervous sweat start to break out across your entire body. “ What part of this shows I am not taking this seriously? ” 

“You should always remember to put up a veil!” Yaga’s arms sweep outwardly, his teeth grinding together, nostrils flaring. 

“ Sorry that we were kind of occupied getting our asses beat, sensei,” you reply, mouthing ‘sorry’ as you roll your eyes. The sarcasm is not lost on either of you, infuriating the brunette even further. 

“Are you kidding me right now? Don’t give me that,” he says before starting to pace the hallway in short, aggravated steps. He suddenly stops, taking a deep breath and exhaling, then turning back to you. “Maybe it was too early to let you go out on your own.” 

Your eyes widen, and you lean back, sucking your cheeks in. “ I dispatched that curse. Is that not what I was meant to do?” 

“Without alerting anyone else! And preferably not destroying the area in the process!” Yaga is yelling now, you are sure of it. “Is that all you’re good for?!” 

You still.

“Excuse me?” 

“ GODDAMN! You do realize the higher-ups are going to lose their shit over this? I’d be surprised if they even let you walk away alive after this!” He continues, completely unbothered by your reaction. “I shouldn’t have let you go in the first place. This was a mistake.” 

Yaga’s lips pinch together as he takes another breath, jaw clenched, crossing his arms again as his finger taps anxiously on his bicep. Your back is now pressed against the wall as you try to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, visibly swallowing. Your body is completely rigid, eyes still wide. 

The lack of words is heavy, silence palpable amongst you. Your head feels fuzzy, having trouble finding the right words to say. You scratch anxiously at the bandages covering your arms, quickly looking at the clock above the doors before gathering the courage to look back at Yaga. The brunette seems to have finally realized what he said, palm covering his mouth as he looks at you, regret swimming in his eyes. 

“ Do you mean it?” 

Yaga remains quiet. 

The door slowly opens, an elder that you don’t bother remembering the name of peeking his head out. Yaga immediately turns his head to talk to the old man, an exchange that you cannot follow – not that you particularly want to, crossing your arms, body stiff as the anxiety still runs rampant at the back of your mind. 

You don't move until you see the door open more widely, letting both you and the teacher walk inside to sit down at the long table. The other members are already present, each of them in their assigned seats, leaving one free. You motion at Yaga to take it, who does so without any protest. You stand next to him, wringing your hands behind your back as your eyes bounce around the room. 

“We’ll get right to it,” Gakuganji says, hands resting on the table as he looks over the pages of documents in front of him. “We’ve learned about the events of yesterday’s mission thanks to Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo.”

You and Yaga both suck in a breath at the same time, looking at each other for a split second before looking back in front of you. You can see the teacher clench his fist tightly at his side, leg bouncing up and down nervously. 

“I understand that they messed up. It won’t ever happen again,” Yaga immediately says, trying to salvage the situation. “Please don’t punish them,” he says, briefly looking at you, “we can keep them away for a bit longer before they’re completely acclimated. Killing them is not necessary.”

“Pardon?” Another elder speaks up, slightly tilting his head in confusion. 

“...Well– I– in the past, you’ve said that if they were to mess up, you would… kill them,” he trails off. “Is that… not happening?” 

“Where did you get that idea from?” The same elder says. “No, we’re beyond elated that the spirit completed the mission.” 

Others nod their heads, another elder standing up to talk. “We were reluctant at first,” that’s a mild way to put it, you think to yourself, “but it exorcised the curse quickly and efficiently.” 

“It is just a simple bump that they all forgot to put up a veil. Just an unfortunate mistake, is all,” Gakuganji butts into the conversation again. “Gojo and Geto were incapacitated at the time, but they were both adamant that it won’t happen again.” 

Yaga nods his head slowly, in complete disbelief. You aren't sure what to think of this either, completely baffled at the sudden change in behaviour from the council. 

“It could probably finish missions faster on its own, without any distractions. As long as it has someone else around to cast a veil, it will be fine.” The elder from earlier says. 

“Yes, yes, I agree,” another one says, wiping at his long beard. “It would make everyone’s lives easier if we just dispatched it on as many missions as possible. That way, we can focus on our own work and recruit more sorcerers. It doesn’t need much sleep or food, correct?” 

“Well, yeah, but–” 

“–It’s decided then. Something that can get rid of curses effectively with no second thought, doesn’t need much rest or resources, and has good control of its power shouldn’t go to waste, no? Especially if it avoids any more deaths in our community.” 

“So you want to send them out on their own and risk their life instead of others?” Yaga questions them, pressing his hands down on the table as he stands up. He doesn’t seem to be liking the direction this conversation is going in. 

“Well, from our observations, it heals more quickly than humans do, and it’ll cost us less. We’re thinking of the bigger picture here, Masamichi.” 

The higher-ups already seem to have settled on their decision, and there is no changing their minds. You feel a small flicker of hope – you won’t be killed after all, or put away in some white room to continue to rot in! This is exactly what you were hoping for. 

“I think that settles all we wanted to talk about. We’ll be in touch soon to send your spirit out on a new mission.” 

With a simple wave of Gakuganji’s hand, he dismisses everyone, and they all slowly trickle out of the meeting room and into the hall until it’s just Yaga and yourself left, standing in the dimly lit room. 

The tension is still palpable between the two of you, but neither of you speak up about it. Finally, Yaga turns to you, and you return his direct stare lacking any warmth with a tightness in your own eyes. 

“You’re a weapon now,” is all he says. “Congratulations.”

He walks away, leaving you alone.

The next few days pass by in a blur, fall making itself known with overcast weather and clouds that never go away. It’s constantly damp outside, and a small chill starts to accompany each breeze. Normally, you would love this weather – it’s not suffocating like summer is, and you could enjoy being outside more often – but you can’t find it in yourself to appreciate it. 

Yaga and you still haven’t talked since your argument. You don't pay attention to the classes, nor does the teacher really spare you a second glance. Any time you enter a room and Yaga is already there, the latter leaves without a word, and vice versa. Gojo, Geto and Shoko seem to be unaware of the tension between the two of you – or maybe they choose to ignore it. 

It’s hard to ignore the heavy and oppressive hopelessness that courses throughout your body. You’ve never fought like this before; sure, there have been disagreements, but Yaga has never said anything hurtful until now. Even if everything was spoken in the heat of the moment, it doesn’t lessen the blow of his words. You find it embarrassing how easily it affects you, the deep ache in your chest refusing to waver. 

It hits harder than usual on a rainy day, as everyone stays inside to stay dry and warm. You decide you want to prepare yourself a cup of green tea in the communal kitchen, but as you enter, you notice Yaga sitting at the dining table with the comfortable chairs, sipping on his coffee and flitting through a newspaper. You freeze in the doorway, relieved that the teacher hasn’t looked up from his reading material, so you turn around and quietly walk away. You will go outside today, then. 

You carefully open the door and step outside in your t-shirt and sweatpants, haphazardly having shoved your converse on. The laces are still untied and you don't even have your shoes on properly, but you don't care about that right now. You need fresh air before the tightness in your chest becomes more unbearable. 

You are greeted with the refreshing smell of petrichor once you step outside, your attention immediately drifting over to the small droplets of rain elegantly falling from the sky, carving puddles into the ground below your feet. You’ve taken shelter underneath the protection of the porch, watching as the gentle wind slightly blows the rain sideways. It’s a soft kind of rainfall, the kind where you want to put a hand out and feel the refreshing, stark contrast of the coolness of water against your warm skin. You’re just about to walk out into the rain, but you notice a cloud of smoke permeating from around the corner – then, the telltale smell of tobacco hits your nostrils. 

You walk over, turning the corner and being greeted by none other than Shoko herself, enjoying the lack of people outside with a cigarette held between her dainty fingers. Her eyes are closed, head tilted back. She’s dressed in a dark hoodie, leggings, and sandals. The brunette must hear your footsteps across the wood planks, and she slowly opens her eyes, her gentle gaze falling onto you. 

“Hey, didn’t realize you were outside too,” she greets you with a small nod. You return the gesture, standing next to her and leaning your body over the rail, resting your arms along it. You feel the old, peeling paint scrape against your skin, making it itchy. 

“Want me to put it out?” She asks you, following your actions. A drop of water falls along the bridge of her nose, but she ignores it. You shake your head, unbothered. Actually… 

You tend a hand out towards her, fingers outstretched. 

Shoko’s eyebrows raise, a small smile playing upon her lips. “Have you even smoked before?” 

And yet, she hands you the cigarette anyway. 

You shake your head again, looking at the snout held between your fingers before your lips wrap around it, cheeks hollowing as you inhale. The smoke starts curling around you, and the burn in your lungs is immediate, making you start to violently cough, throat sore and head going dizzy for a moment. You can see Shoko laughing from the corner of your eye, taking the cigarette from your hand and taking her own drag as your coughs die down.

“So, thoughts?” She teases you, laughing harder when you just bring your hand up to take it from her lips, taking another drag. “I didn’t think you’d like it, honestly.” 

You shrug, feeling the anxiety slowly seep out of your body. No wonder she smokes, especially with all the shit she must see on a daily basis. 

You continue to pass the cigarette between yourselves, smoking without exchanging anything else other than small, secretive glances at each other. The sky becomes packed tight with darker clouds, the rainfall starting to grow bigger and heavier, hitting against the dying leaves of the trees. It continues to fall smoothly, the puddles on the ground expanding. 

“I love this weather,” Shoko admits, making you turn your full attention to read her lips. “I’m not fond of the cold, but the rain makes everything so quiet. ” 

I wouldn’t know , you think to yourself. 

“Not many people like to be outside when it’s like this, so there’s no cars honking at each other, no businessmen getting in arguments over the phone, no children crying… it’s just so peaceful.” 

You look out to the rain again, the scenery becoming a variety of muted shades of grey as the clouds cover any sunlight. Bright colours aren’t as overwhelming, and there’s nobody else outdoors except for the two of you. It feels like it gives you a moment of reprieve, a moment that you only share with one person. Maybe this is what being quiet is like. 

“Why are you out here, anyways? Aren’t you cold?” She asks you, smoke tumbling from her lips. There’s a moment where she just stares at you, before her mouth forms a small ‘oh’ shape, and she turns around to rummage through her bag that rests on the bench pressed against the wall. 

She returns with a small notebook and pencil in hand. “I keep an extra one around now.” 

Gratefully, you take it from her hands to write. 

- My body runs warmer than most. It’s why I hate the summer. And I just needed some fresh air, I’m guessing that’s the same for you. 

“Something like that,” she muses after reading. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” 

You give her a tight-lipped smile, one that doesn’t reach your mismatched eyes. You look down at the blank page in the notebook, thinking for a moment.  

- Yaga and I got into a fight. 

Shoko gives you a grimace, quickly taking another drag. “Yeah… about that, we kinda figured.” 

You sigh out, cringing to yourself, but you aren't surprised. You would be shocked if the entirety of the campus somehow didn’t hear Yaga yelling, considering how you felt the ground vibrate underneath you at that moment. 

It takes the brunette a moment to gather her thoughts, but when she does, she stomps down on the old cigarette and lights a new one, immediately handing it over to you. 

“He’s looking out for you, truthfully,” she says, looking down at the snout held between your lips. “He’s worried you’ll get unfairly punished.” 

You give it back to her, holding the pencil in your hand instead. 

- Is that all I am, though? A weapon? 

Shoko’s eyebrows pinch together. “Tell me, why do you fight curses?” 

You look at her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

- Because I want the world to be safe. 

“Who doesn’t?” She smiles half-heartedly. “Ask anyone around here that, they’ll probably give me that exact answer. Hell, I have to admit that I want that too.” 

She suddenly looks at you directly in the eyes, which makes you nervously direct your gaze to her lips. 

“Why do you fight them?” She asks again. 

It takes you a moment to pick up the pencil again. 

- Isn’t that all I’m good for? 

Her eyes are stuck on the words written in the notebook, and she nods lightly to herself. 

“I’m a healer,” she starts to say. “I have the ability to use reverse cursed technique, so I heal. That’s my job. I’m not the best fighter– I don’t have that kind of strength. I have to watch others get hurt so that I can heal them. Rinse and repeat, so on and so forth. I’m rarely sent out on missions because I’m such an asset , you can thank the elders for that title.” 

She takes a deep drag from the cigarette, exhaling smoke through her nose, the wisps twisting around the two of you. 

“I feel useless.” 

- You a~

She quickly grasps your hand, stopping you from writing anything else. “No, I know. But for some reason, I think you, of all people, would understand me the most. You know, it’s a thought process you can’t exactly shake quite so easily.” 

“I watch from the sidelines as my friends get injured. I have to wait for them to come to me, beaten and bloody, sometimes on the verge of death, just so I can finally lend a hand. My worth only matters because I can bring them back. But one day, maybe I won’t. What will I be worth then?” 

She lets her words hang in the air, a stronger gust of wind sending the rain flying towards you for a second. You finally, truly look at Shoko. She looks exhausted, the dark circles underneath her eyes too heavy for someone her age. Her shoulders are slumped forward as she curls in on herself, tired from the constant burden she carries on her shoulders. It’s no wonder that she’s mentally exhausted, too. 

You pick up the pencil again. You turn away from her, hiding the paper so that she can’t read it. 

- I only know how to bring destruction, how to kill. I only have the ability to use my most destructive element, unless I want to painfully rot any further. Before I came here, my purpose was that of a weapon. I left to get a better life. But look at me now, I’m in the same spot all over again, my only purpose is to serve the elders. 

You look behind yourself to take a quick glance at her, who simply looks back at you curiously. You see the blood staining her hands, blood that should be on your own instead, an ancient duty that you neglected long ago. Shame washes over you. You turn back to the notebook. 

- I’ll make sure to wipe every single curse from this place. That way, you don’t have to wait for your friends to be hurt to help. None of you will do anything. You can live. 

You hand the book back to her. Her deep brown eyes scrutinize every single word carefully, and she sighs out deeply before she starts laughing. Her shoulders shake violently, tears forming at the corner of her eyes, and you can see the way her back jumps as she hiccups. 

“You’re hopeless,” Shoko says, followed by your name, her eyes full of warmth as she looks at you. “Really fucking hopeless.” 

You smile awkwardly, tilting your head to the side in complete confusion but nodding along. Sure, whatever you mean. 

“We really are stupid, huh? I think the dumbest decision I’ve made in my entire life is… well, joining this life,” she continues speaking after her laughter has died down. Your eyes grow hazy as a memory rears its head, sending you spiraling into the past. 

“You won’t go like them, right, spirit?” Maheas asks it after an extensive day of clashing their polearms against each other. There were rumours of high-class defectors this time around, leaving behind their beloved children in hopes of saving themselves. Apparently they were caught, but nobody has heard anything else about them since then. 

The young boy tugs at its pants with his grime-covered hands. “You won’t go anywhere, right?” 

It shakes its head, wiping the sweat from its forehead. There is no life for it outside of this, it is sure of that. 

“Good. I don’t want you to go,” he says, looking at a group of men returning with a large wooden box, big enough to fit a body inside of it. “I won’t let you.” 

“You understand me, spirit? I won’t let you,” Maheas looks determined as he looks back up at the spirit. 

It nods, mindlessly agreeing with him. If it helps calm the blonde boy down, it will agree to any delusion he has. After all, that’s all it is – a child’s delusion. 

Fuck. 

You nearly yell it out loud, lips forming the word before you realize it. 

FUCK. 

Your hands desperately grasp at your head as you hunch over the railing, feeling something creep up at the back of your throat. It wasn’t a delusion, you fucking moron, he was unstable from the very beginning. You vaguely feel a hand against your back, but the touch feels so far away as you feel the breath get stuck in your lungs. 

A dumb decision, indeed. 

As you throw up over the side of the porch, your mind keeps screaming at you through your ragged breaths and the stench of bile heavy in the air, mixed in with the dew from the rain. 

The dumbest decision. 

After dropping you off at your dorm room and making sure you were okay (and a billion reassurances signed her way), Shoko finally feels comfortable enough leaving you alone to return to her own room to sleep the rest of the day away. Even after throwing up what little you had in your stomach, you feel completely restless and can’t lay still in bed. 

You don't understand the sudden onslaught of paranoia and anxiety – you had been doing so well lately, besides the angst surrounding your latest argument – as you were coming to terms with your new lifestyle. There was no need to look twice over your shoulder and around every corner for any semblance of your past, you were an entire continent away from it. Nevertheless, it doesn’t seem to quell the unintelligible screaming at the back of your mind, so you get up, heading to the communal kitchen once more.

This time, it’s empty – no Yaga around, nor any student or other staff member. 

Thank god. 

You absentmindedly walk up to the counter where the electric kettle is, rummaging through the overhead cupboard to find your favourite brand of green tea like you always do. It’s a fluid, yet robotic motion – it’s become secondhand nature after years of doing it. After turning the kettle on, you grab two mugs and put a separate bag of tea inside of each. Once the kettle’s light turns off, you pour the boiling water into them, bringing them over to the dining table. 

Once you sit down, you realize there’s no one else to drink from the other mug. Apparently, the ritual was a bit too much of a secondhand nature. You and Yaga have always shared a moment in the day to drink tea together, without fail. 

…And now you’re both avoiding each other like the plague. 

You look over at the second cup of tea pathetically, feeling disappointed in yourself. 

Even so, you sip at your own mug, feeling the comforting warmth spread throughout your body. The taste lingers on your tongue, and you feel a vibration at the back of your throat – a small, quiet satisfied hum, if you were to guess. 

You aren't left to sadly ruminate on your own for much longer, however. Two familiar men join you at the table, a duo you haven't seen in quite some time. 

“Hiya, I hope you don’t mind us joining you!” Haibara enthusiastically greets you, a large smile spread wide across his face. Nanami takes the seat next to you, across from Haibara, as the brunette sits on your other side. 

Eyebrows raised in surprise, you shake your head, gesturing to the seats in a welcoming manner. 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Haibara rubs the back of his neck, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Sorry about that.” 

“I don’t think it makes much difference to them, I’m sure they’re busy,” Nanami says, putting his stack of books down on the table, quickly flitting through one before closing it. 

You shake your head again, very quickly this time. You regret not bringing your notebook with you, chastising yourself at the back of your mind. 

“ It’s ok, ” you sign, hoping that the simple motion of your fingers is enough to reassure them both. 

“ I’m not busy at all, ” you continue, though you’re sure that’s a bit too complicated. You notice that both of the men’s eyes watch your hands carefully, which makes your lips quirk up very subtly. 

“Nanami knows more sign language than I do,” Haibara says, pointing to the blonde across from him. “He’s been reading up since he met you.” 

“They don't need to know that,” Nanami hisses at him, cheeks taking on a slight shade of pink before turning to address you. “But yes, I’ve got some basic words down.” 

You feel your chest warm, but not from the tea this time. The subtle smile grows across your face. “ For me? ” 

“Well, yes. Who else? We don’t know anyone else who’s deaf or mute.” 

You nod along. “ Thank you very much,” you sign. 

“Oh, that one’s thank you! It has to be. Nanami has been trying to drill it into my head!” Haibara speaks up again, pointing at your hand motions. 

“Why are you painting me in such a bossy light?” 

“Because you absolutely are.” The brunette deadpans. 

“I’m determined, not bossy. I want us to be able to understand them easily, and I’m sure they’d appreciate it too.” 

“ I really do, ” you lean in between the two of them as you sign. 

“Anyways, why are you here all alone?” Haibara asks. Nanami glares at him, but keeps his mouth shut. “You look so sad,” that certainly gets him a whack over the head from the blonde. “Wh– OW!” 

You laugh quietly, shrugging your shoulders as you give them a mirthless smile. “It’s nothing. ” 

“...We were the ones who overheard sensei yelling at you,” Nanami admits. “We told Shoko about it. I apologize if that was invasive.” 

You wave him off. Yaga rarely gets that angry, honestly. You would be surprised if they didn’t tell anyone about it. 

“He sounded really emotional,” Haibara says, the look on his face suddenly serious. “His voice was shaking – like he was on the verge of tears, or something.” 

That surprises you. Obviously, you can’t hear what people sound like, and can’t hear when their voices waver, or are sarcastic, or cold, nothing . You usually have to pick up on cues, but that can be hard at times. 

“I’ve never heard him sound like that before,” Nanami says as well. “If it’s any comfort, he’s been moping around in class the past few days.” 

“He kinda reminds me of a moody teenager,” Haibara laughs, giving you another charming, comforting smile. 

“I wouldn’t worry about this too much, honestly,” the blonde continues. “He’ll come around eventually.” Awkwardly, he reaches across the table and pats your hand gently before quickly retracting it, his face turning a darker hue of pink. 

You thank them both again, feeling lighter than before. The two men look between each other and nod before getting up, bidding you a good afternoon. You continue to sip at the rest of your tea, the melancholic feeling that once loomed over you in a heavy cloud nearly completely evaporated. Just as you empty your cup, a broad figure sits down across from you. 

Yaga doesn’t have his sunglasses on, making it easy for you to see the remorseful look on the teacher’s face. He points at the other cup that has been left untouched. 

“ May I?” He signs. 

You nod. 

Yaga’s large hand wraps around the ceramic, taking slow sips of the drink. His eyes remain on the table in front of him while yours are on him, carefully watching every move he makes. There’s no anxiety bubbling in the bottom of your stomach, weirdly enough, just a strange lack of any emotion. You both sit in complete motionless silence, undisturbed by anyone else. It’s completely still, save for Yaga drinking his tea. 

Once he finishes his tea, the man puts his empty cup on the table, finally looking directly at you, whose gaze immediately goes down to the teacher’s lips instead. 

Instead of signing, or speaking, Yaga reaches across the table to gently grab your hands, his long fingers wrapping around them in a comforting and solid hold. He bows his head down slightly, looking at your conjoined hands. Your fingers twitch, the unusual soft touch putting your body on high alert, but you can’t find it in yourself to pull away; you decide to give yourselves this tender moment. There’s a slight tremble to Yaga’s shoulders, one that you try – and fail – to ignore. 

“I don’t want them to hurt you,” is all you read upon his lips. 

You slowly retract your hands, shaking Yaga out of his stupor. Vaguely knowing your discomfort with touch, he’s about to apologize, but you move your hands more quickly. 

“It’s okay ,” you sign. 

“I forgive you.” 

You smile at each other, and it finally feels like you can breathe properly again. 

After days of overcast weather, the clouds part as the sun sets.

[murasaki-cha]

Things I hate in isekai manhwas that I'm going to change in my hopefully future webtoon someday:

The protagonist of a romance isekai must be a girl (nah as a female I've gotta say sometimes I need to see more isekai romance from a male pov, so my mc is a dude and I love my hilarious son very much)

They don't talk about the reincarnation/transmigration (on chapter 2, not doing that misunderstandings bullcrap)

The current fl and og fl / current ml and og ml must hate each other or the ogs are villains (they're all dumb besties all four of them, I don't know how that kingdom is surviving with them but by god if they aren't friendship goals)

There can't be girl/boy friendships without romantic subplot (the mc is besties with og fl and fl is childhood friends with og ml and none of the see each other romantically ever. In fact the mc has more chances with og ml than og fl)

The reincarnators/transmigrators don't make modern references (absolutely untrue. My mc and og fl are both from modern times and the webtoon will be filled with memes and modern references. Sorry not sorry)

The villainess doesn't act like a villainess when she's a romantic interest (my girl may not kill people but only because she's being held back by the other 3. The villainess can be a romantic interest, can be funny and kind, but she can also bring down an entire aristocrat family in cold blood because they were plotting against her)

One of them (usually mc or ml) is more powerful than the others (they all specialize in different fields of power and combat so there's no way of knowing who's more powerful. They just treat each other equally)

They're always straight (this may be because homophobia in Korea and most of Asia is very widespread tho there are some manhwas that discuss sexualities. I will talk about sexuality and gender in my webtoon and some of the characters are queer. Just because the main ships are girl x boy doesn't mean that they are automatically straight)

Never finding out why the transmigration/reincarnation happened (see that's super annoying for me. Why is this character so important that they were brought to this world? What were the circumstances? What's their connection? I'm leaving that for two of the biggest plot twists of the webtoon but they really tie up the story)

It's my dream to make a webtoon and I already have my OCs' character designs done and a general plot down but I'm not able to do it now since I'm not confident enough in my art, needs a lot of time and financial support. I hope to create it someday in the future

[lizhly-writes]

ohhh novel recs pretty please? favs/best of a genre/best of 2022? love your writing so what you read must be great too

Hi there.

It has been a while since you sent this. I would like you to know I didn’t ignore it -- thank you very much for your opinion of my writing, by the way! It is simply… I wanted to recommend you a lot of things. I binged to try and find some things that I could 100% recommend with my entire chest! With no stipulations! With no regret!

I only found one thing. I panicked about only having one thing, and kept trying to find more things. In retrospect, I should have gone through completed novels, because that would have stopped me from going “this was good until this one thing happened”, like I did with... several novels, but hey.

I was actually going to reread all of these just to make SURE, but if I did that, I would probably accidentally make this into a best of 2023 list, SO. Here we go.

The one novel that I will recommend with my entire chest is!!!

Demon Venerable Also Wants to Know

'Second male lead' receives copy of the shitty romance novel he lives in and immediately goes "haaaaa why the fuck am I supposed to like this female lead". He starts investigating and comes to some wild ass conclusions. Some of them utterly ridiculous! Others that show that the original shitty romance novel is not quite as brain dead as it initially seems. I like the layers to this thing, the shenanigans they get up to, I even fully like the romance in here (BL, if you were wondering), which is kind of rare for me. Also, shout out to the most interesting og female lead in this genre I've ever seen! This novel is without flaw! Without any possibility of error! I really, truly, had zero complaints. If I actually ranked this novel on novelupdates, I would give it a full 5 stars!

Honorable mentions:

100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in

This is the kind of cnovel you read if you are just so, so incredibly tired of our dear sister transmigrator getting pursued by some weird possessive CEO. Our mc is very calm, very heartless, and perfectly happy to extort so much money out of the people in love with her twin sister. The ending drags a little, and there is a romance in there which I think is unnecessary, but overall, still very good.

Zombie University

Ta-da! The zombie apocalypse happens, and our main character has get deal with it with his ex hovering uncomfortably right there in his adventuring party. I have not finished this novel, and in fact, I am not even caught up on this novel -- I believe I must have left off around chapter 30? -- but it gets a mention here because I really like survival-type stories, and furthermore, I was frankly blown away by the characters and the dynamics between them. I pawed sadly at the novelupdates page for about two weeks before I accepted that I wasn't getting an update anytime soon. AND NOW I SEE IT'S UPDATED WAY MORE SINCE THEN SO I WILL BE CHECKING THIS OUT AGAIN.

Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

An unlimited/infinite flow novel, in which our mc is an NPC throughout various instances, or Nightmares, as they call them. I will admit that it can get repetitive, since a lot of the time, our characters are trying to figure out what the fuck is going on and end up reiterating some points, and then our mc is in a primarily passive role -- might be frustrating to a witty reader who is very good at putting things together themselves, but I personally liked it, haha. I was admittedly not very fond of the ending, but I enjoyed the characters finding out the mysteries behind the instances, and the larger mystery made me want to claw my hands through the pages to figure out what the fuck was happening.

I Ship My Adversary X Me

Guy ends up shipping himself with his fanon adversary. I find guy really eloquent in his narration, which only helps with the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Living in this guy's head is so fun. There is a manhua. It is cute, but read the novel, the vibes are way goofier. Uh, there is like... one nsfw scene, if I recall correctly, but it's easily skipped, if it bothers you.

When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated Into The Original Novel (kinda nsfw)

Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. This pokes fun at the tendency to warp ostensibly straight male characters into certain BL stereotypes in fanfiction. The translation is unfinished, but what was there killed me. It is really ridiculous and I love that.

Don’t Hide From Me! (also kinda nsfw no, i change my mind, it's not super explicit, but it's significantly more nsfw than the previous two up there.)

Character A plans to confess his crush on his homophobic best friend, Character B. The plot is the leadup and followup to that. Also blatantly ridiculous, because our Character B treats our Character A in what most people would consider very unplatonic ways, which confuse character A, and also me, and also everyone I liveblogged to, because I liveblogged the entirety of my reading of this on discord. Unfinished, but on this list anyway because I screamed a lot about it and shared exactly how ridiculous it was with everyone around me and ended up roping at least three people into reading with me. It was that kind of novel. If you read, I recommend reading with friends because you will want to shake someone over it. I certainly did.

[cadybear420]

Definitely participating! Here are my top 3 picks:

OG HSS: Evie Ayana x Aiden Zhou (of course)

DLS: Dick Ryder x Peg King (Hispanic female Charlie King)

WEH: Sage Amin x Asian male Dakota Winchester

If the DLS option is too uncomfy for anyone because it's a very NSFW couple, I'll also offer up a replacement option. ROD: Adelaide "Addi" Zhou x Colt Kaneko.

Here's also my MC masterlist for a crash course on each of my MCs, as well as my MC Wardrobe series if you want a MC fashion guide. I'm also happy to answer any questions you have about other details I have :D

Choices Summer Secret Pal Exchange

What it is:

Think secret Santa but in the summer... Christmas in July?

Everyone who shows interest in participating will be given a match for whom they should create (or commission) a small work (drabble, art, edit, moodboard, etc)

How to participate below the break

How to participate:

Reblog this post stating your interest AND include your top 3 books/characters/pairings to help guide your match on what they should create for you. (reblogs that do not include a top 3 will not be considered entries for participation)[if you don't want to list 3, you can list what you're comfortable it]

or, message me here or at @lovealexhunt stating your interest and include your top picks

Note: When listing your interests, please include any preferred gender/race characteristics you may have for customizable character. If you have FCs you are welcome to list them as well.

If you want to participate but would rather not create for a particular user, feel free to message me privately and if you get that person, I'll re-spin the Wheel of Names. (no judgement)

Deadline to participate: July 14

What comes next:

On, or about, July 15, I will message you with your match and what they listed as their top 3 interests. [I use Wheel of Names to match users]

You create something for them based on their interests and post it for them on July 27—28

You do NOT have to create for all 3 pairings, one is enough. The 3 is to give you a choice for what you're comfortable with!

It would also be really nice if you could include a brief positive message of encouragement and/or support with your creation for your match

Please tag this blog and #ChoicesSummerSecretPal24 as well so I can keep track of who posted and who is missing.

If you have any questions please do not hesitate to reach out.

[reijniana]

Indecision

Author’s Note: Hello hello! I have been working on this part for a bit and I really hope you enjoy! If there’s any odd sentences or poor grammar - thank my 3AM brain for adding in a bit of spice. This is the follow-up to Foolish. TW: AFAB Reader, Mentioning Gore, Threats of Reader’s Death, Dub-con, Creampie, Painful Sex (You know Michael gets what he wants when he wants.) The abrupt banging on your door and sound of police sirens woke you up. Somehow, you had managed to fall asleep on the couch, even though Michael was sitting right next to you. The bowl of popcorn was nowhere to be seen and neither was Michael. The incessant banging made you groan, pulling the blanket off--

Blanket?

You shook your head and pushed the thought aside, standing up and shuffling to the door while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The moment the lock clicked open and the handle was turned, you were greeted with the sight of multiple police officers shining flashlights on you, making you wince from the sudden blinding light. Their faces were obscured, but their tense nature was apparent.

“Hello, Officers,” you muttered, still trying to push your sleepy haze from your mind, leaning against the door while you held it open. Without a word, a few of the flashlights turned off and one even sighed in relief.

“Hello Miss. We’ve been ordered to secure your property and neutralize any threat. Last report of your whereabouts came from the hospital, where Michael Myers had kidnapped you and stolen your car. We have reasonable suspicion that he is here on your property. It’s a miracle you’re still alive,” the sheriff declared. Each word he said somehow made you even more confused. You looked back into the house, only then spotting the white mask peering through the back window. The dark silhouette unmoving.

“Oh? Well I’m sorry to say, but I haven’t seen him. I’d assume he’s headed towards his childhood home, like he did the last time he got out. You’re free to search the area, but I haven’t seen or heard anything,” you felt your heart plummet as you covered for the murderer. To you, Michael was just a man who wasn’t given a chance. Your parents knew the Myers and they often talked about how abuse and neglect ran rampant in the home. In a twisted way, you wanted to care for him, but you knew you could never provide what he needed. Ultimately, he chose you. The first person to be with Michael Myers outside of Smith’s Grove and survive.

“We’ll be on the lookout, ma’am. Lock your doors and windows. Do call if there’s anything out of the ordinary,” the sheriff concluded, the other officers preparing their canines to search the premises. The calmness of it all didn’t feel right, especially since they had stated hard evidence and didn’t question further. It remained on your mind as you closed the door behind you. A sigh left your lips and for a moment, you felt like your world was falling apart.

Just as the first tear fell, a hand gripped your shoulder, turning you around and shocking the sadness from your mind. A rough but articulate finger wiped the tear away, Michael’s blue eyes coldly staring you down from behind the mask. He slowly shook his head back and forth before standing back upright and quietly leaving your side. He went upstairs, likely to watch the police officers scurry around in hopes of finding him. Each movement he made was as silent as the night and you could barely take anymore of this nonsense so you headed to your room upstairs as well, a stressed sigh coming from your lips while you shut the light off in your room. Once you laid down, your eyes stayed wide open, watching the police shine their flashlights through the forest.

Your home wasn’t safe for you anymore. It was a fact that sunk into the core of your body, knotting up your stomach until you felt nothing but guilt, ashamed for letting Michael get away with such a thing. He killed without remorse and, what you had learned from the chatter, he seemed to enjoy it, arranging corpses in different manners and even decorating one with his sister’s gravestone. Dr. Loomis was welded to the fact that he was the embodiment of pure evil, that he should be euthanized for the crimes he committed. Plenty objected to the idea, while plenty agreed. The only reason he was still alive at Smith’s Grove is because of the continual questioning and testing on him. While working at the hospital, you learned how far kindness went with the people there - people who were considered to be “lost hopes” - but they were humans, just as you were. The way the staff treated them was akin to rabid animals. The only time you had spent a substantial amount of time with Michael was when one of Loomis’ nurses had contracted a severe case of the flu. You were the only one who accepted the position as others feared for their lives. Like always, he was silent, his one unwounded eye watching you with his other patched and bandaged. You were given the task to clean the bandages as necessary and record any distinct movements or any verbalizations. Each time you came close to Michael, it was with respect, not standing away and reaching towards him like he was a feral cat about to pounce. He was restrained to his seat and you pulled up a chair next to him, having all your supplies in a small tray in your lap. He was stone-cold and the only sort of interaction you had was when you had patched him up for the last time and explained that the other nurse was coming back. He nodded and his blue eyes left you while the guards took him back to his room.

You never knew if he remembered you, until now.

🙤 ·•⋅⋅⋅•· ꕥ ·•⋅⋅⋅•· 🙦

Hours after the police had concluded their search and told you that they’d come back tomorrow, you thanked them and one shook your hand, kissing your knuckles and making you fake a giggle. When you closed the door, you could feel his eyes on you, but like normal, you never knew from where. Starting to head upstairs, a hand wrapped around your long hair and tugged you backwards. You lost your balance and stumbled into his chest, your heart immediately pumping from the idea of a threat. Your face paled and you felt a cold knife against your neck. Was he going to kill you now? Had he gotten what he wanted and was going to finish the job? You gulped and closed your eyes, waiting for the blade to slide across your neck like a hot knife to butter. It was still, but remained a threat while the brick wall of a man pushed you forwards up the stairs and into your bedroom. Once you were there, the hand let go of your hair only to shove you down to the floor with excessive force. The thud from the fall made pictures on your desk rumble, the dark looming figure above you unmoving, unwilling to give you any expression to work off of. The glinting light of the blade was the only queue you had to think about what he was going to do. With your hands raised to your chest and palms spread out, your chest heaved with each breath, the fear of death making every instinct in your body to run.

Movement. He knelt over you, his face about an arms reach away when he raised the knife over his head, his hand snatching your neck, and your hands shivering with fear. You felt the muscles in his body flex when he swung the knife down, making you shriek and squeeze your eyes shut. The blade only moments from sinking into your flesh when -

THUD.

You open your eyes and see the light of the moon shimmering on the knife mere centimeters from your head. Had he missed? No, Michael was experienced. He never missed. The terror in your body made your legs feel like lead, your hands slowly curling up and resting on your chest. He stared down at you, the slightest bit of light letting you know that he was intent on watching you; drinking in your fear and breathing it in. You trembled below him, making his hand tighten around your throat. Your breaths became shallow wheezes, your whole body shaking below him as you struggled to breathe. The darkness in your vision slowly crept in when his hand was removed, allowing you to suck in a full breath of air while a thundering headache rushed into your head. Was he apprehensive to kill you? Did he make some sort of mistake? Your thoughts ran wild, trying to think why he wouldn’t finish you off when you were clearly vulnerable to him currently.

Without warning, his weight was shifted off of you and you found yourself barely able to stand up before you were thrown to your bed like a sack of potatoes. The behemoth of a man crawled over you once again, only now he pushed your legs apart and let them rest on his hips. Everything was moving so fast and you could only blink a few times while he unzipped his mechanic’s coveralls, his needy fingers hooking onto your sweatpants and tugging them down.

“Now-.. Michael! Wait a second…-” you stammered, struggling to say anything as your sweatpants were pulled off, your womanhood concealed behind a thin layer of cotton fabric. His hands didn’t heed to your word until you grabbed his wrist, his head slowly shifting upwards to glare at you. With a single look, you were left speechless. “I…I-... We don’t-... know each other like this!” you protested, his cold gaze giving you nothing to work off of.

“Mine.”

Your jaw went slack and your eyes widened, the grip on his wrist loosening as he uttered his first word to you. It sounded like more of a growl from his unused vocal chords. The husky and guttural sound of his voice made your stomach flutter, his first word only leaving even more of a mark as he claimed you as his. It left you speechless, blinking lazily like a fool until his hand moved again towards your hip, the protest within you had partially evaporated. In all honesty, you knew how handsome he was under that mask and couldn’t help but ogle from time to time, but you also worried that if you protested any more, he would sink his knife into your chest and move on. Michael was enigmatic and you didn’t want to have him murder you just because you wanted to force the killer to ask for consent.

His deft hands discarded your panties on the floor and he pressed his clothed groin between your legs, letting you feel how excited he was from toying with you - making you fear him. The size took a moment for you to register in your brain, feeling his slow grinding making him twitch against you. The clothing made it hard to tell, but he didn’t keep you waiting. It was like he read your mind with how quickly he pushed his coveralls off his waist, letting his feverish erection lay on top of your pubic bone. It made you gulp as you looked down, the length of it alone sending a shiver up your spine. He pulled back his hips, finding the warmest and slickest part of you, pressing into you without a care of how you felt.

You winced, feeling him buck his hips forward to try to fully plunge himself into you. His cock pressed up against your cervix, making you wince whenever he tried to push forward even more. Eventually, with another rough thrust, the head slipped upwards from your cervix, pressing deep into you until he bottomed out. The feeling of having him adventure that deep into you left you speechless. There was no foreplay and you were barely aroused by the time he forced himself into you, yet he managed to submerge into your core. Your hand went to your lower abdomen when he pulled back his hips, only to slam in again and make you let out the most primal moan you had ever managed to make. The head of his cock pushed up enough to make a small lump form on your lower abdomen. Just the idea of him hitting such a sensitive spot had made you aroused to a point that even he felt the difference, letting out a low and almost silent vocalizations while he built up rhythm.

Your head fell back onto your pillows and his hands went to your waist, gripping onto you so hard you felt the small capillaries pop under his fingers. Your brow furrowed and your body threatened to clamp down onto him, making him shudder while you continued to moan and whimper under him, every inch of your body inviting him to lay claim to the most precious part of your body. To say you lusted for him would be an understatement. You *hungered* for him, wanting him to set you over that edge, wanting him to make you fold over in pleasure. The mask above you retained the mystery behind the man’s expression, but you could see his eyes watching every thrust he made, watching the sticky lubricant cling between the rough clapping of skin against skin.

The moment his thrusting increased was the moment you felt the barrier snap open, making you howl out in ecstasy while your back lifted up, burying your head into the pillows while your muscles clamped down around him. You continue to gush a few moments after your climax has subsided, his hips still keeping up a ruthless pace and leaving no worry to the reddening skin on your thighs and ass. Each of his thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure over you, your sensitivity heightened to a point that his brutal thrusts made you cry out in pleasure. In the blink of an eye, one hand lifted from your waist and gripped onto your neck, the veins in his forearm popping out as he squeezed, his hips pumping as fast as he could when he reached his climax, only to finish by roughly slamming into you. Your wide and teary eyes gazed up at him with a weakness that even he was consumed by. The vice grip from his hand released and you heaved, sucking in a breath of air while he kept himself inside you, his hands curling up and steadying him while sweat beaded up on his bare chest, each breath of his blowing hot air from the nose and eye holes of the mask.

Your eyelids become heavy, slowly settling down until he ends up moving, lifting himself off you and moving towards the bathroom. Every ounce of energy you had was all used up in the orgasm you had. Each muscle in your body trembled, struggling to relax while you slowly came down from your high. Just as you began to doze off, the mattress under you dipped down and Michael’s maskless breaths graced your ears, but you were much too tired to open your eyes.

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

                                 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 

Jacqueline, 21 yr/o (damn time goes crazy) ; Bisexual; Female; She/ her; ENTJ

DNI: 13+

                                     Characters I write for list

Oh? But I’m no angel my dear

Masterlist of manhwa quizzes 🦋

Nicknames I have for my mutuals  💋

Aesthetics given to be my my moots

More aesthetics

Aesthetics?

A very gorgeous representation of what @calesleftboob thinks of me

Aesthetics part.. I lost count :)

Golden aesthetic

Evil red aesthetic

ObeyMe! Shall we date?

Series: 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂

Obey me! AU with Roxana Agriche! MC ( I worked superrr hard on this one )

Obey me!AU with Roxana Agriche! MC part 2 ( after the longest delay )

Series: 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝔂 𝓶𝓮! 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽

My personal view on the Obey me! cast

Series: 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵'𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓮

Dion Agriche! reader x Obey me cast

Your throne.

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

Eros x manipulative assistant reader

Female leads with daddy issues crossover??

Series: 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷

Chapter 1 ( Medea and Roxana mostly )

Way to protect the female lead’s older brother:

Series: 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓱 𝓰𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Dion falls madly in love with the reader, and proposes to her.

Series: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽

Agriche reader missing her brother Ashil

Series: 𝓞𝓱? 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷

Roxana and Dion’s fiance being in love with each other

Series: 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

Agriche family with a demon reader

Series: 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼

Maria’s best friend dies so she takes in her daughter part 1

Maria’s best friend dies so she takes in her daughter part 2

Maria’s best friend dies so she takes in her daughter part 3

Series: 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Agriche family x maid reader part 1(Introduction to the series)

Agriche family x maid reader part 2(Fountain and Maria’s part)

Agriche family x maid reader part 3 (Dion’s part)

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵

Agriche family x adopted child reader ( requested )

Series: 𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓵, 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵

Dion x Diana like s/o ( WMMAP & WTPTFLOB crossover )

Series: 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Agriche reader loves Grizelda and Charlotte ( bcz they are underrated characters )

Series: 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓘 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾?

Jeremy Agriche x cold but soft only for him reader

Series: 𝓐 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾

23 yr old Jeremy x reader SMUT ( NSFW content )

Series: 𝓜𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

Roxana manipulating you after she got jealous

Series: 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓘'𝓶 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼

Jealous Jeremy x reader fluff 

Series: 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Sister reader comforting Dion

Series: 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰?

Yandere Dion Agriche x reader

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽!

Jealous Jeremy Argiche x reader fluff (not the same as the one above ) Ya’ll love a jealous and murderous Jeremy, don’t you? 

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Ashil Agriche x reader

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝔂

Dion Agriche x reader LIMEY

Roxana x Cassis drabble

Og!Roxana losing Cassis ( ANGST )

Cassis x Roxana poem

Who made me a princess

NOT my post but here is the backstory of Diana I was SHOOK after reading it

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷

Ijekiel x reader

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂

Claude takes in reader as his daughter and Diana becomes her mother figure

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂

Lucas x reader ( Athy is Lucas’s bestie )

Series: 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮?

Diana bonding with her firstborn ( Y/n )

Series: 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Yandere! Ijekeil x reader

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽

Forever and always Lucas x reader

The villainess is a marionette

Series: 𝓘𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓮, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶

Jealous Rezef Hill x Reincarnated reader ( IDK ok, the plot is complicated )

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Rezef and Cayena’s older sister visiting them after a long time

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮

Reader is Rezef’s fiancee but runs away

Series: 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼

Cayena and sister reader run away together and live a cottage core lifestyle

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂

Raphael falls in love with a reincarnated Diana!reader

Untouchable lady

Series: 𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮?

Axion Berzet x maid reader [ they knew each other since childhood ] (requested)

Remarried empress

TBA

The villainess had fun again

Series: 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓪𝓹 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴

Lucas x mysterious reader ( reader is Lelien’s sister )

Beware of the villainess

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂, 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

Poetry to describe Elizabeth Yuri

In this life I will be lord / I shall master this family

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Yandere Gallhan x albino reader (requested)

Series: 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

Gallahan x Mitsuri! reader

Death is the only ending for the villainess

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼

Dating Penelope headcannons ( with a male and female reader )

Series: 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

Roxana Agriche reader being besties with Penelope

Series: 𝓞𝓱? 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷, 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻

Roxana Agriche reader destroying the dutchy

Series: 𝓘'𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭?

Male reader being in love with Derrick

I became the hero’s rival

Series: 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼

Benjamin x Roxana! reader ( Note: I am not comfortable writing for him, please don’t request Benjamin again )

I became the male leads adopted daughter

Series: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝓮, 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

Phileo Boletti falling in love with Diana!reader

Father I don’t want this marriage

Series: 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵'𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓽

Yandere! Obsessive! Max x Manipulative! reader

[radnewspaperroom]

I was washing dishes and had a thought.

Spoilers past here if you haven't completed the story, so I'm only warning you once!

A lot of exchange Students who use Twitter are worried that the OG Obey Me game isn't going to be getting as much love once Nightbringer comes around.

After 3 or 4 years, you don't get any more birthday or anniversary calls, and we've been at Lesson 80 for darn near almost a year

They also had a line in the newspaper picture about making OM! Nightbringer even bigger and better than the OG, but that it's not stopping (I also noted that they didn't say the story would continue, just that it wasn't going anywhere. Their other apps didn't for a really long time)

What if they're gonna retcon everything in the OG?

The OM devs aren't shy about slyly retconning stuff to make the story work. Lucifer and Michael have changed what angels they are, Simeon has as well, and before the story was that when the boys fell--they met Diavolo's father. He gauged their power, gave them their order and titles.

Yet now, their sins have always been a part of them, but heavily suppressed in their angel days, and the devil king was already asleep underground when they came. According to Nightbringer, RAD didn't exist before the boys fell. But according to the Glory Days card for Lucifer, it did, and he went there on a tour once.

I suppose it could be explained away in, he didn't want to change out of his angel garb because he still considered himself an angel after the fall, being in denial, but then again, in the Lilith flashback he was aware and sad about it.

ANYWAY!

It really wouldn't surprise me if they decided to change MORE in Nightbringer to help the story fit. Or explained the changes that subtly happened like that in the OG was due to the events in Nightbringer.

What if they update from 81-90 or 100 and the last lesson is what sends MC to the past and erases their memory? Lesson 80 ends with MC talking to Solomon and him telling them to tell everyone hi for him before they zip back to the Devildom at will, having mastered teleport magic.

It sorta feels like a "and on and on it goes until the end of time" ending that some anime and manga take, leaving it up to interpretation, or it feels the start of a new season.

80-100 could be the events that lead up to MC meeting the mysterious figure that we see in some of the ads holding the clock. It'll also give us time to romance/get to know the new side characters: Mephistopheles, Raphel and Thirteen before the end.

I could easily see lesson 100 ending with "the story continues? In Obey Me! Nightbringer!"

Then we pick back up in OM! Nightbringer as both a sequel and a prequel and it totally changes everything?

A way to experience that first time feeling, but with characters we know and love because our interfering messes with the ending.

Kinda weird though, as OM was the first SWD game that broke away from their typical set up to Otome games.

I said before but I've played a LOT of Solmare games, and they usually went like this: a nondescript-ish (usually a thin, light skinned, brown haired) female would be thrown into a new situation, be helpless and depend on 1 of X amount of guys to defend her.

Depending on her choice, she could get a good, neutral or bad ending to THAT person's story. And each boys involvement with the story changed the ending of the overall tale. No ending was just a like.

I wonder if they're going back to that old model, in that we'll pair off with a boy and go down his route and experience the story in different ways, and getting different endings.

Plus it'll really feel weird with the rhythm gaming aspect, as far as I know, it's a first for Solmare. The rest of the games depended on chance, buying items and leveling up a doll version of your girl.

It used to really annoy me, because you'd need something like gems to get an ultra romantic version of a section of story disguised as a "choice". In it, you'd get super romantic lines and a beautiful picture to go with it, but without outright buying the needed gems or whatever they wanted, you had a snowballs chance in hell of seeing it.

Really really really really hope they don't go back to that

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Otome Game Dicussions

Click here to see my and others’ recommendations

Some recommended websites that list and review ENGLISH Otome games:

https://www.englishotomegames.net/list (super comprehensive list. I love going here to check out if I might have missed something. They even list out RPGs that have Otome/Romance elements like Persona 3)

https://otomekitten.com/2020/05/06/otome-games-in-nintendo-switch-english/ (My go to for walkthroughs but also does good reviews. Read with caution though cause it will definitely have spoilers.)

https://store.aksysgames.com/collections/otome (Aksys games is one of the companies that “localize” or translate Otome games to English. A lot of their work is wonderful. I just randomly visit this page to see if there’s anything they’re about to release. Nothing that interesting here. Idea Factory is also another company that localize games, but their website doesn’t feature Otome games, so I’m skipping it.)

Otome Games that I’ve played (You can ask me/message me about them just to discuss, fangirl or whatnot!) (Favourites are marked with *)

Switch

Collar x Malice series* (2 Versions)

Code: Realize series (They have several versions)

Piofiore*

Cafe Enchante

Ikemen Sengoku

Steam (PC) 

There are a lot of Otome games on Steam. The issue is about quality. 

Amnesia: Memories*

Ozmafia*

Our Life: Beginnings & Always* (Not really an otome game. What makes an otome game an otome game is that the MC is usually female. This game however is LGBTQ friendly and the MC is gender neutral/however you want to make them. Really interesting. Lots of dialogue and nice story. Lots of choices.)

Nightshade

PSVita

Bad Apple Wars*

Period Cube*

Psychedelica of the Black Butterfly

Psychedelica of the Ashen Hawk

Hakuoki series (Has several versions)

7′Scarlet

Nintendo DS/3DS (a LONG time ago)

Tokimeki Memorial Series* (The OG that got me into Otome Games. It was in JAPANESE but there were some talented FANS who translated it into English and I was able to patch and play the game in English. What Godsends.)

Other game genres I’ve played that has romancing/otome elements

Fire Emblem Series* 

Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons*

Persona Series*

Obey Me!*

Inuyasha: The Secret of the Cursed Mask (PS2) (Yes, this Inuyasha game had romance elements. You could romance/build a relationship with ALL the characters from Kagome all the way to Naraku.)

Summon Night 5 (PSVita)

Rune Factory (never actually played this but it’s pretty popular)

[kitsune-oji]

-> Request Rules

Headcanon Requests: Open

Fanfic Requests: Open

Stim-/Moodboard Reqests: Open

I do write:

male, gender neutral or otherwise genderqueer reader

Lgbtq+ topics

Headcanons and oneshots

Fluff, comfort, sometimes angst

For the brothers and dateables + Luke

Romantic or platonic relationships

Violent/fighting scenes

Dark themes, actually demonic brothers/royals

About mental illnesses, if I feel I can do it justice(/ have it myself)

Worldbuilding headcanons

Age regression centered fics/hcs

I don't write:

(cis) female reader. Transfem reader is ok if it's about them being trans for example (like comfort)

Nsfw/smut/18+ content

genderbending the characters

cheating, betrayal, abuse

Yandere

Luke in any relationship but platonic/familial

Stim-/Moodboard Info

You can send me obey me (og & nb) cards or give me info about your mc/oc for me to base the moodboard around

Info needed for mc/oc moodboards: appearance, hobbies, likes, maybe aesthetic you'd like it to be

When requesting stimboards (gifs), please specify if there's anything you want or don't want included, such as: soap cutting, hands, slime etc.

ⓘ

Please be specific, not just something like "can you write for the brothers x shy Mc?" (ok so Mc is shy but what's the idea? What do you want to happen? Do you mean headcanons?)

Be polite in requesting, don't order me to write something. It won't be considered and instead deleted

Specify what characters you want to be written about. With headcanons, I won't do all characters at once, so either say which ones you want included or default to brothers or dateables + Luke

I reserve the right to refuse any request I do not feel comfortable writing, with or without explanation.

Date: 13.09.2023

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Edits Masterlist Part One- Desire and Decorum

MCs 

Lenore Ying 

Celestine Walker art by @veroww  gifted by @the-choices-fanart-giver ​ for the MC Appreciation Week

Celestine Walker aesthetic from Female Awesome Meme 

Ernest x MC gifset

Aurelia, Eleanor, Celestine and June gifset

My MCs and OCs and their love interests

Aurelia, Eleanor, Celestine and June + period accurate dressings

FANKIDS 

Eliott Sinclaire 

Alaska Sinclaire 

Lydia Sinclaire 

Annette Sinclaire  moodboard

SOCIAL MEDIA 

Hayley and her daughter bonding 

Hayley and her son in a picnic 

Hayley’s Euphoria makeup + her children 

Ernest Sinclaire x Hayley Parker Instagram edit by purplehyacinths 

Hayley x Ernest + domestic aesthetic  

Hayley Parker + South of France

Hayley Parker x Diversity wins!

THE CURSED HEIRESS 

Joanna’s miniprofile and portrait by @miyeoncey  

Joanna and Jaskier by @weirdplutoprince gifted by @missameliep  

Joanna x Thomas Coleman by @bayleedrawsx gifted by @lilyoffandoms by an art giveaway 

Joanna x Thomas gifset 

Joanna Mills and Thomas Coleman’s Journey gifset 

Joanna Mills aesthetic (1) 

Joanna Mills aesthetic (2) 

Human!Joanna aesthetic + headcanons 

Joanna and Thomas + Saturno by Pablo Alborán 

Joanna in the 80s by @weirdowithluv  

Joanna on the Dracarian throne by @irene-lan

Joanna x Thomas immortal/mortal gifset

Marianna, Roselyn & Joanna gifset

The aftermath of the epilogue

Joanna and Elizabeth's relationship gifset + mini-essay

Joanna + Elizabeth- two fates, one path gifset

Mr. Sinclaire + his wives

Marianna Howard gifset

Jomas + ¿Dónde está el amor? gifset

Elizabeth Sinclaire birthday moodboard

Joanna's birthday videoedit

Lydia Sforza gifset

Crochane sisters + gaslight, gatekeep & girlboss

Crochane sisters + then vs now

Marianna x Ernest + Wings

The Cursed Heiress moodboard

Ernest x Joanna edit gifted by @princess-geek

The Cursed Heiress Covers gifted by @missameliep

THE DETECTIVE AND THE BUSINESSMAN 

Ernest x Hayley art by bootyfeathers gifted by @lilyoffandoms for the Desire and Decorum Appreciation Week 

Hayley Parker by elania 

Hayley Parker gifset 

Hayley Parker videoedit  

Elliott Sinclaire art by @miyeoncey  

Inside Hayley Parker's Phone

Hayley Parker pride moodboard

MEET THE OC (AND INTRODUCTIONS) 

Meet Countess Celestine 

Meet Hayley Parker 

Meet Joanna Mills 

Meet Samantha Foredale  

Meet Eleanor Foredale  

Meet Marianna Howard

MISC D&D CONTENT 

Second Chances 

Elizabeth Foredale art by @weirdowithluv  

@missameliep  ‘s Elizabeth Foredale x Hamid Osmanoglu  

Elizabeth Foredale gifset moodboard

Elizabeth x Hamid Barbie posters

Elizabeth Foredale faceless moodboard

Unspoken Desires 

@princess-geek  ‘s Beatrice Foredale x Ernest Sinclaire edit 

Beatrice x Ernest + love story by taylor swift (taylor’s version) edit 

Beatrice x Ernest + Venus and Mars edit

Quotes edits

Beatrice x Ernest Barbie posters

Meant To Be

Daphne Wang moodboard

Other D&D Content 

Annabelle Parsons aesthetic  

Samantha Foredale gifted by @princess-geek  

Hayley Parker gifted by @missameliep  

Hayley Parker x Joanna Mills gifted by @princess-geek  

Lady Eleanor Foredale by @weirdowithluv

My OCs Icons

Celestine, Beatrice and Elizabeth + name meanings

Celestine & Alaska videoedit

D&D OG MCs moodboard

Beatrice Howard gifset

Countess Beatrice x Mr. Sinclaire moodboard

Beatrice x ABBA videoedit

Beatrice Howard x Swan Lake videoedit

From Miss Howard to Countess Beatrice

Eras of Beatrice videoedit

The rightful heir of Edgewater

Modern ladies of Edgewater gifset