#sympathy kiss is coming this 27th

[sexysilverstrider]

this years otome game lineup is so good to me

1. steam prison beyond the steam

2. shuuen no virche epic lycoris

3. cupid parasite sweet n spicy darling

2/3 games will destroy me emotionally while 1 game will make me go HEHE. im well fed

[blerdyotome]

Sympathy Kiss Coming to Nintendo Switch February 27th and Limited Edition Reveal

Otome gamers, we finally have a release date for Sympathy Kiss, the office romance otome is set to hit the Nintendo Switch physically and digitally on February 27th, 2024! Idea Factory International also released details about the limited edition!! Preorders for the Standard and Limited Edition will be available at a later date. Continue reading Untitled

[ninja-scenarios]

Orochimaru´s Birthday, 27th October 2018 <3

Relationships: Orochimaru x reader (genderneutral)

Words: 1k

Orochimaru was quiet as you took a break twenty miles from the collapsed headquarters. It was hard to believe that Otogakure vanished as if swallowed by the earth, as if it had never existed in the first place. Years of planning, secretly pulling strings and brutal work were destroyed in seconds as the bomb blew off. You didn´t know why or how, but the two of you and a handful of subordinates had survived. Looking at the strained features of the snake-like Sannin, you were perhaps getting an idea.

Ignoring collateral damages and the fact that no process had been lost, the place where you had mainly lived for the last 5 years was gone. This way of thinking still held an alien feeling to it, yet with time you couldn´t help but to aim for the same goals as him.

Judging from Orochimaru´s distant look, it was hard to tell if he´d ever viewed Otogakure as a home. The heavy rain failed to mask the millions of worries going on inside the mastermind and the scale pattern on his yukata looked horrifyingly real in the dark, making you wonder why you chose the clothing as a gift. The snake was considered to be sly and deceptive, yet you knew that while Orochimaru could chose when to put on the mask, he couldn´t chose when to take it off. At least not with you.

Although his piercing golden eyes kept gazing into the distance, Orochimaru kept constantly scanning the setting, waiting for another attack even though both of you knew it wouldn´t come. Years of hiding and secret working had let even the most dangerous become paranoid. It wasn´t often that he let anyone touch him, not even you. On days where he felt impatient and frustrated, as if the seconds ran by in a threefold speed, his aura had something absolutely devastating. Even now, these days gave you nightmares about that he´d never turn back, that he´d end your life like he´d threatened to do a million times.

Even though it was heart-breaking to witness these small seconds where the mask broke, the times when he felt like he´d never achieve his dreams, when he could swear the ghost of his father had talked to him this morning, when he suddenly saw all the blood on his hands, you used them to hold him tightly as if the world ended, to show him that you were the one thing in his life that would never leave.

No, leaving was not option. Leaving had stopped being considered the second you looked into these golden eyes that shone full of malice and said “I´m yours”.

“You´re getting soaked.” With a worried expression you stepped next to him, trying to bury your own grief and sorrows now that your home had been taken and reached for his ice cold hand. From the corners of his eye, Orochimaru took you sharp into focus. His long, nimble fingers laced with yours and you had the long-time familiar urge to shudder at the thought of how many men had fell victim to them. Pitch-black pupils trapped in gold watched as if they could look behind your skin and examine your blood and tissue. And still, your heart swelled with each beat at the contact.

You must´ve really been affected by the loss of your home, what came to a surprise since you thought the death, horror and sorrow of the past years had completely sealed your sympathy because all of a sudden Orochimaru´s gaze softened and all of the snake´s shrewdness melted as he looked away, not wanting to witness your sadness and rather wanting to believe you were doing fine, just like him. Just like him.

Without thinking, the painfully fragile part that had been devastated today made you threw your arms around his shoulders, embracing his form and holding onto him in equal terms. Orochimaru was astonished for a second, his elegantly lavender framed eyes widening as he processed the action before his arms wrapped around you in the same fashion.

It was a rarity and you needed it so, so bad. His touch said more than he ever would. They were hard times, after all.

>> It I´m going to protect you. You won´t die and leave me. <<

Tonight, Orochimaru wasn´t untouchable. In the makeshift bed after all the lights were dimmed, he pressed his lips tightly to yours. Your body was tired and craving affection, finding comfort in the hot rocking of his hips as you were finally allowed to kiss and touch the flawless skin all you wanted. Just for tonight, the tips of your fingers explored the finest black silk as Orochimaru loved you, in more ways than initially intended.

Was his gentleness meant as an apology because he couldn´t protect your home, your safety? He saw you suffer, anger boiling up in his gut at the thought that he could´ve prevented it. Orochimaru´s lips found your neck, tenderly aiding to the sensitive skin. Suddenly they halted and you felt his warm breath fanning over your jaw. Was the hunt still not over? Would the snake decide to eat its pray after all those years? You were like frozen, breath hitching in your throat as you laid still in fear and awaiting the predator´s final move.

In the next second, sharp fangs pierced at your skin, yet were quickly replaced by a soothing tongue. It made you sob out in relief and the tears were flowing freely down your cheeks as your rapidly beating heart tried to calm itself.  

Orochimaru held you tightly in his arms for the rest of the night. When was the last time he´d allowed himself to be so close to you? He didn´t push you away as you were pressing kisses against his lips while he drifted off to sleep. This way they would prevent him from spilling the secret he long since held onto.

Holding you in his arms meant that you would be there when he woke up. There were so many threats even a genius wasn´t immune to. Either he´d wake up with you in his arms or none of you would ever open their eyes again.

Orochimaru would never under no circumstances admit that these were the only two options he´d chose.

[kikiofthevast]

Working (No Distractions Please) Part 1

CW: Parental abuse mentioned, loneliness, self-imposed isolation, self-hatred, cursing

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Romantic AMP

Summary: Logan spends most of his time alone. Patton hopes to change that.

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December 25th, 2018

Logan scribbled words down onto the paper. He had to get something down. He was up here to work. So that's what he would do.

He wouldn't think about them.

He wouldn't think about Patton's tear-stained face when Logan not-very-calmly explained that he wouldn't be joining them. He wouldn't think about the anger in Roman and Virgil's eyes for making their precious Patton cry.

"Spend Christmas alone for all we care, then!" Roman had yelled when Logan shut the door in their faces.

And Logan didn't care about that.

Or at least, he shouldn't have.

He threw his pen on the floor. He wasn't going to be able to get anything done.

The pain in his chest grew.

They didn't want him around. Patton was the only one who remotely cared about him, and even then, he only offered useless sympathy. The other two had begun caring for him even less when they truly realized how he was hurting Patton.

And it served Logan right.

They were justified in hating him. He was rude, blunt, and cold. After all, he'd never learned to be any other way.

The laughter and thumping from downstairs was suddenly so much louder in his ears.

Why was he blaming his parents for his actions? His actions were his own, and if he couldn't own up to that, what kind of person was he?

He should move out. That's the only way to stop hurting them. Hurting Patton.

He could live with his brother and his boyfriend, but he'd just be imposing. And how would he pay rent? He barely made enough to contribute to the rent of the apartment the four of them resided in.

But if he didn't move out soon, all signs pointed to him being kicked out in the future. He knew that one of them would propose soon, and they would have no use for him anymore. He was just their living event reminder.

Besides, what was the use of a disgusting, unwanted, broken robot when you could just get a clean, new one.

One without the faulty programming of emotion.

Logan looked up, staring at the small Christmas tree on his desk. He focused on the tiny blue spherical ornaments and the silver garland. The black and silver star on top and the dark oak base. He reached out, touching a hard plastic branch.

It was closest he was able to get to touching Patton again.

He probably wouldn't be allowed to hug him, put a hand on his face, ease his self-doubt and help him deal with things.

Now, his hands would get pushed away by Roman scooping Patton up in his arms and Virgil kissing the top of his head, while Logan slipped back up to his room to question why he loved them.

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December 26th, 2018

"Hey, dude, you okay?" The barista snapped her fingers in front of Logan's face. "You've been staring at the ground for a while. Anything interesting down there?" she joked, a small, hopeful smile pushing on her face.

"No...not at all." Logan continued stare at his shoes, seeing her smile turn into a frown as she dipped her head into his line of sight.

"Your coffee's ready." She slipped it onto the counter, where he hadn't moved from since he ordered. "Whenever you want it."

Logan muttered a quiet thank you, taking his coffee and leaving.

He didn't even notice that she hadn't charged him until he got back to the apartment.

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Everything about his room that night felt gray. His walls, his bedframe, his galaxy sheets, his onesie.

All missing their vibrant colors.

Because he doesn't deserve color.

Logan pushed his door open slowly, peeking down the hallway, holding up the flashlight he'd conjured to see.

Maybe he'd be able to get something to eat now.

He crept down the hallway, having memorized all of the creaky places and steps as he made hi sway down to the kitchen.

The living room was so dead like this, almost appearing like the set of a horror film. Logan slipped into the kitchen, opening the pantry door slowly to hopefully get some Crofters.

But there was nothing there.

Logan took this as another sign that he didn't deserve anything. Not even a snack.

Logan turned to go back up to his room when he saw Patton standing there, looking a bit worried.

"Hiya Lo," Patton whispered.

"Hello, Patton. What are you doing up at this hour?"

"Could ask you the same thing, kiddo."

Logan froze. Patton never called him kiddo. It almost seemed like his pet name for the other two.

"I simply came down to see if I needed to make a trip to the store tomorrow."

"But you didn't have to do that tonight." Patton took a step forward. "What's bothering you, Lolo?"

Logan bristled. "I-I simply wanted a snack."

"Why didn't you come down to get one earlier?"

"I wasn't hungry earlier."

There was silence between them for a moment.

"I know that Roman took all of the Crofters. He doesn't think I do, but it's not difficult to notice that kind of thing." Patton cocked his head. "Of course, maybe it is if you don't come out of your room."

That hit Logan like a punch to the gut. Was he really that undeserving of things? He couldn't come down during the day or risk being lightly mocked. He couldn't stay in his room all day, or else he would be too hungry to do anything.

And he would be passive-agressively mocked by the one person he didn't expect to be mocked by.

Logan felt tears fall down his cheeks.

"No no no, don't cry Lo. I didn't mean it like that," Patton murmured as he wrapped Logan into a hug.

The warmth was welcome. It felt so good to finally get a hug from Patton after so long.

Wait.

No.

He pushed Patton back, surprising him.

"You shouldn't touch me," Logan said before running back up the stairs, not caring if the stairs creaked beneath his feet.

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December 27th, 2018

"Lo please, we need to talk about yesterday," Patton pleaded as he knocked on Logan's door.

Inside, Logan growled, flinging his door open. "What's there to talk about. I said what the others would want me to say. That's it."

"Wha-the others?" Patton looked some mix of worried, confused, and disappointed.

"I'm cold and emotionless, I don't need contact, and touching you is..." Logan trailed off.

"I'm going to have a serious talk with them about this. Nobody should be undeserving of a hug."

"But you don't have to, Patton. I'm fine. And..." I don't deserve it anyway.

"Bullshit," Patton deadpanned. "I do have to, you are most certainly not fine, and you deserve the whole world. And if you don't believe that, I will fight you."

Logan was still reeling from hearing Patton curse, that he didn't try to pull away when Patton tackle hugged him.

"Let's go watch a movie or something. You need a break."

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Patton carried Logan down the stairs, dropping him on the couch.

"Do you wanna watch Big Hero 6?"

"I suppose....that would be nice."

Patton put the movie in, settling on the couch and pulling Logan's head onto his shoulder. Logan snuggled closer before he could help himself, making Patton giggle.

Before they were even fifteen minutes in, Logan was asleep.

Patton smiled, kissing the top of his head and turning the movie down.

Soon enough, he was asleep too.

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Logan woke up to voices.

"-he's doing down here!" That was Roman.

"Shh! You'll wake Patton!" That was Virgil.

"He probably manipulated Pat into watching a movie with him."

"Roman, stop. You're assuming."

"I know! I just...I really care about Patton."

"So do I."

Roman and Virgil continued to discuss the pros and cons of leaving them be, when Patton whispered in his ear.

"You awake too?"

Logan gave a barely perceptible nod, and he felt Patton smile. "This was nice."

"It was satisfactory. It has calmed me significantly. Thank you...Pat."

Logan felt Patton's chest move in a silent giggle. "You're welcome Lo."

Logan eventually got up, catching Roman and Virgil's nervous glances as Patton sat up and leaned over couch.

"So..." Logan heard Patton say cheerfully. "It sounds like we have a lot to talk about."

[sappho-skies]

@lietpolsecretsanta 

So sorry this is late! I couldn't get access to my computer for a while.

This is my secret Santa for @lithuanias ! one of their prompts was ‘End of the cold war’ so this story takes place right after Lithuania gained independence from Russia in March of 1991. I really hope you enjoy this, your writing is amazing and has been a major inspiration to me!

Eliška: Aph Czech

Michal: Aph Slovakia  

“Holy shit.” Shivered Elizabeta, Rubbing her frozen hands together. “I forgot how fucking cold it gets at your place.”

I grinned and mumbled a half-assed apology, offering her a latte I had gotten from across the street. It was March 27th,1990, and revolution ran fresh through our veins, and the stench of gunpowder still lingered on our clothes. I looked upon the streets of Łódź, ignited with shimmering lights combating the violet sky. It was a city that had seen golden age after golden age, recession after recession, and had never been more proud to call it mine, and mine alone.

“I had almost forgotten how beautiful your cities looked at night, Lengyelország.” she sighed, lighting up a cigarette. She claimed to have quit in the 1950s, but I knew her well enough to know that wasn't the case.

“ I almost forgot myself, if I’m being honest.” I breathed sadly. “It really was hard to walk through these streets, knowing that they...they weren't mine,y'know?”

Elizabeta wrapped her arm around me, sympathy and sadness shone through her eyes. “But You made it. You stood against the odds, and now you can look at your streets knowing that they will, and will always be, polish.”

I smiled, Elizabeta always had a way with her words.

We stood in silence, the sound of the streets somber and peaceful.

“Bratr!” a chipper voice called from behind us.I turned my head to see Eliška, my sister, cheeks flushed the slightest crimson from the crisp, cold air. We raced over to each other and embraced tightly. I kissed her cheek.

“How have you been? Hows Michal?” I asked, pulling away from the hug.

“ Things could be better, but they also could be much worse,” She sighed. “So…Things have been...good.”

That seemed to be the answer everybody gave. Things were strained, difficult, and irritating at times, but still, 1941 was but a distant memory, and I couldn't be more grateful.

“Where’s Michal?” I asked, looking around.

“He… wasn't feeling good so he stayed back at our hotel.” She answered with uncertainty.

“Oh, I see.”I could tell that she was lying, but I didn't want to press her any further. The relationship between my sibling had become more strained than ever at this point, both politically and emotionally, and I wasn't in the mood for it.

“Holy shit.”

I look over to see Elizabeta, who had turned a ghostly white, eyes widened in surprise as if she had seen a ghost. I look across the street, and my heart threatens to give way. There, standing at the bus station, was a head of chestnut hair I thought I would never see again. “Liet…” I breathed heavily.

He looked the same as he always did, it was as if the past two centuries had never existed. He was leaning against a building, beautiful, deep green eyes lost in thought. He had a dreamlike Arora around him, he almost seemed to be transparent. His face looked worn out from constant stress and worry, but also had a melancholy, somber feel.

Without even thinking, I raced across the street, blissfully unaware of the curses and horn blaring coming from cars. When my feet it the sidewalk, Toris’s eyes met mine, and the entire world seemed to shatter around him. Green eyes held green eyes as we both stood frozen in place, both of us in fear of waking up from this wonderful dream, The distance between us seeming to grow longer and longer with each passing second.

Liet's eyes began to water.“Hey, Po.”

I don't recall who moved first, the next thing I know my arms were tightly gripping his black coat as I cried into his warm chest, whispering apologies through my sobs. He nuzzled his tear-streaked face into my blonde hair and kissed the top of my head, whispering apologies of his own.

We finally pulled away after what felt like an eternity, yet, too soon. We exchanged a smile through our tear stained eyes. “ I missed you,” I said, finally.

He shook his head as tears threatened to spill all over again. “Yeah, me too.”

I wanted to ask him so many things. How his independence was going, how his brothers were doing, how his people were fairing, what he was feeling, How he wanted me to kill Russia, and if he still loved me as he did all those years ago. I had so much I wanted to tell him, so many apologies I wanted to say, so Many stories to tell him. Yet, I couldn't find the words.

Just above us, a radio begins to play the somber tune of Nie płacz Ewka. Toris, somber grin on his face, outstretched his hand to me, asking to dance. We stumbled awkwardly at first, it was as if we had never danced before. Toris stepped on my foot multiple times, and I seemed to trip with every step, but it was the best dance I had ever had. When the chorus came, he started to sing with his beautiful voice.

Żegnam was, już wiem

Nie załatwię wszystkich pilnych spraw

Idę sam, właśnie tam

Gdzie czekają mnie

Tam przyjaciół kilku mam, od lat

Dla nich zawsze śpiewam, dla nich gram

Jeszcze raz żegnam was

Nie spotkamy się

Tears began to spring from my eyes. Our Foreheads touched as we danced, as we swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the song.Whether we were crying, laughing, or a mixture of both I can't recall. We received so many questioning looks from strangers, but I couldn't seem to care less, all I could see was the glow of Toris’s eyes, and all I could hear was the sound of his voice and the taping of our feet.

When the song came to a close, his lips met my own for the first time in over a century. I felt like I was falling in love all over again.