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This is very accurate lmao

Explain otome storylines in four screenshots or less

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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I am gonna ask every single content creator I follow bc I am desperate. I have read at some point an au with a creator reader with the harbingers all over her making sure she is not getting bored and entertaining her and the tsaritsa being too ashamed to show her face after kidnapping the creator. I dont remember who made it, how long has it been since I read it or the name. If anybody knows, please help, I have been loonking for it for iver 2 weeks now😭(All I know is that its on tumblr

This is actually my first time hearing about this story 🚶‍♀️

But please do tell me if you end up finding it, and if i come across it i will - naturally - let you know!!

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Lmao 💀 congratulations on the nips Gil

Thank you @floydsteeth for the shirtless sprite

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This is so true, the smallest bit of engagement goes a long way <3 I can't think of an author who wouldn't appreciate it

I noticed that an amazing fic I read with over 60k words and over 900 kudos...didn't receive a single comment in 2022.

There were some comments in 2021, then a gap, then a few comments from this year. That is insane.

Ao3 is not built like Wattpad, it is not meant to be treated like the 'latest hits' page where you only read the new works, or where you only click on sort by number of kudos. It doesn't matter if the fic you like is not wip anymore - if you really like the story, comment. A simple heart will do. The author won't think you're annoying, in fact they'll probably be incredibly happy.

Fic authors don't deserve to have their work just disappear with no engament after few weeks pass. The fics don't deserve it either

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Pretty

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Real.

We love a confident emperor king.

And I see exactly zero problems.

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I'm trying to not laugh at these in my lecture and I'm failing

Ikemen Memes ~ Very Very Very Relatable Memes

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Lmao

Japanese doomed yaoi

French doomed yaoi

International doomed yaoi

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Omg i love this

happy belated bday 🫶

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“All those stories about ghosts are really true…”

Summary: You were a wanderer at heart and the confines of your future marriage collided with the adventurous life you wished to lead. But all hope was not lost, you realised, when you met the wandering ghost of Kadaehara Kazuha on one fateful night.

Starring: Kaedahara Kazuha

Genre: Romance

Warnings: none

Author’s note: I was supposed to post this ages ago but I got stuck on trying to make it better (I failed), so- I decided to just post it as it is. I wrote it for one of my best friends' birthday (She loves Kazuha) so I hope she enjoys it and I hope you enjoy it too!! This is part of the Valentines special (yes, i really was supposed to share this a long time ago). Comments, reblogs and new followers are always welcome <3

Word count: 1.5K words

Closing your book, you stood up to draw the curtains and paused to gaze at the few stars that scattered themselves across the darkening sky. The life of a Princess was unremarkable, all you did were the things expected of you.

What was expected of you? To be beautiful, popular and married.

You sighed at the stars but they didn’t grant you any wishes, all they did was twinkle back. They have always filled you with a sense of wonder, and you did wonder about a lot of things; however, wondering did nothing to quench your curiosity of the world.

The man chosen to be your betrothed was… well, at least he was wealthy. It’s a half hearted compliment, in all honesty. You did want love, but not the love of someone who could only love you with money, objects and castles. You wanted someone who had the soul of a wanderer, a soul that would match with yours perfectly. Oh, you’d dream about this person so often that your heart broke when your parents announced that they had chosen someone who was not quite what you dreamed of.

Watching the castle attendants return to their quarters from the window, you decided it was time to sleep. You turned to your bedroom, soft candlelight brightened the four corners of your room and your bed was bathed in moonlight from the window. However, what really caught your attention was the small bundle of lilies tied together by a red ribbon on your bed. They looked freshly picked, their petals moist and twinkling like stars underneath the moonlight.

The next morning, you had asked one of your attendants if your betrothed had left any flowers for you but they only looked at you in surprise.

“My Lord has yet to return from the trip he left for a few days ago.”

“Oh.”

Upon further inquiry concerning the inspiration behind your questions, you simply laughed them off and changed the subject to the beautiful flower garden that you often gazed at from your window. The flower garden where there was not a single lily in sight.

——

You stared at the gardens being tended to, various people scurrying around and others watering or planting something. In your hands was a bottle of perfume you had received as a gift from your ‘lover’ but the gift felt less authentic compared to the lilies you had received a week earlier. You sprayed the perfume in the air, it was said to smell like spring and you wanted to test that.

“Ah, it does smell like spring.” You said thoughtfully, the scent slowly spreading around you.

Another voice chimed in, “What an odd thing it is to capture an entire season within a bottle of perfume.”

You jumped in surprise before turning to search your room, looking for the source of the voice. There was nobody there- did one of your attendants enter your room without you hearing it? Then where did they go? In the bathroom? With that thought, you walked with caution toward the door that led to your bathroom and opened it. The room was empty.

You turned to the windowsill, the sun peeked at you from the horizon as orange light filtered into your room. You could still hear the sound of people tending to the garden, and when your heart settled you realised you no longer had the bottle of perfume on your person.

You walked to the window to check if you had dropped it outside by accident, but there was no bottle in sight. You decided to check your room; but that thought was discarded by the gentle tug on your garments from behind you.

Heart racing, you turned slowly to the sight of your perfume bottle placed on the windowsill. Either someone (or something) placed it there or you’ve begun to lose your mind, because you were completely sure that it wasn’t there before.

Before you could fully wrap your mind around the situation, a knock sounded at your door causing your heart to skip. Heading toward the open window, planning to close it for the sun had already settled underneath the horizon, you gave the person on the other side of your door permission to enter.

It was an attendant with news of your fiance returning the following day, and how there would be a special dinner where you would dine with him. You acknowledged the news with an absent mind, your attention had been diverted to your mysterious occurrence and after a few days of no odd occurrences you had begun to forget what had happened.

This did not last very long.

It was a moonless night and you lay wide awake in your bed, staring at your ceiling that was lit by the reading light by your bedside.

The longer you spent in this castle, the more homesick you felt. Closing your eyes, you began to think of endless fields that surrounded your home. As nobles, your parents had owned various properties and land, to them it was a showcase of their extravagant financial background but for you? Those various places you would visit with them gave you leeway to explore your curiosities. Back with your parents, you did not spend more than a fortnight within the same four walls and there was always something new to explore.

At your fiance’s castle, everything had been dimmed down to a dull responsibility. Could you say you loved him? No, even the small spark of interest you had felt before coming here had all but been snuffed out along with the wonder that came from this castle when it was new to you. Now, you knew every room and every corner inside the castle, every single flower and every single weed outside of it. But, just outside the premises was a forest that you would have liked to explore if it wasn’t expected of you to remain as you are. You were basically a prisoner!! And now your nights grew longer and longer as sleep escaped you because of your homesickness and need for adventure.

You sighed and closed your eyes, once again forcing sleep upon yourself but your eyes snapped open at the sound of melodic, soft humming coming from the window that faced the garden.

You sat up slowly, eyes focused on the faint sliver-like glowing by the window which was different from the orange of your candle-light and that glowing light hummed into the dark of the night. The longer you listened, the more the humming sounded like distinguishable words.

“Sun and moon rejoice,” the light by the window begun to take the form of a person, he had pale blonde hair that shone like moonlight, “birds of dawn sing songs anew,” His eyes were a bold crimson and shimmered like stars, “far from home, with you.”

The humming came to a close and the ‘light’ at your window now looked like a person who seemed almost transparent. It was as if a gentle wind could blow him away into a million shiny particles.

“Did you enjoy the haiku?” He spoke, still facing the gardens from your window.

Gathering some courage, you answered, “I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Your answer seemed to please him for he turned to you with a gentle smile. “My name is Kaedehara Kazuha, and I am glad to officially introduce myself to you.”

His manners and polite nature had drowned a majority of your inhibitions, so you introduced yourself to him

and spent the rest of the night reciting poetry and exchanging stories about yourselves till the sun rose again.

You spent every night for the next few weeks in the presence of the ghost in your room until a particular night when you mentioned your desire to see what was beyond the gates of the castle you resided in.

“I have left many times and I can assure you, words cannot describe the wonders of it.” Kazuha said. You were both seated by the COUCHES in your room.  “Would you like to see it for yourself?”

Your heart fluttered at the possibility, “How?”

And that is how you found yourself standing hand in hand with Kazuha in front of a lake in the forest. The surface of the water rippled around where lillies drifted slowly across it. The moon’s reflection danced over the lake, and a think layer of fog lingered around the water.

“You were right,” you began quietly, “words cannot describe this.” You wiggled your bare toes over the soft damp grass on the ground, you held your shoes in the hand that wasn’t locked with Kazuha’s.

The man in question spoke with a smile, “If I had known you would share my sentiments so much, I would’ve brought you here earlier.” You hummed in agreement, knowing a lifetime long of a wait was worth a few seconds of living this moment and every other moment you would spend with Kazuha from then on.

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“All those stories about ghosts are really true…”

Summary: You were a wanderer at heart and the confines of your future marriage collided with the adventurous life you wished to lead. But all hope was not lost, you realised, when you met the wandering ghost of Kadaehara Kazuha on one fateful night.

Starring: Kaedahara Kazuha

Genre: Romance

Warnings: none

Author’s note: I was supposed to post this ages ago but I got stuck on trying to make it better (I failed), so- I decided to just post it as it is. I wrote it for one of my best friends' birthday (She loves Kazuha) so I hope she enjoys it and I hope you enjoy it too!! This is part of the Valentines special (yes, i really was supposed to share this a long time ago). Comments, reblogs and new followers are always welcome <3

Word count: 1.5K words

Closing your book, you stood up to draw the curtains and paused to gaze at the few stars that scattered themselves across the darkening sky. The life of a Princess was unremarkable, all you did were the things expected of you.

What was expected of you? To be beautiful, popular and married.

You sighed at the stars but they didn’t grant you any wishes, all they did was twinkle back. They have always filled you with a sense of wonder, and you did wonder about a lot of things; however, wondering did nothing to quench your curiosity of the world.

The man chosen to be your betrothed was… well, at least he was wealthy. It’s a half hearted compliment, in all honesty. You did want love, but not the love of someone who could only love you with money, objects and castles. You wanted someone who had the soul of a wanderer, a soul that would match with yours perfectly. Oh, you’d dream about this person so often that your heart broke when your parents announced that they had chosen someone who was not quite what you dreamed of.

Watching the castle attendants return to their quarters from the window, you decided it was time to sleep. You turned to your bedroom, soft candlelight brightened the four corners of your room and your bed was bathed in moonlight from the window. However, what really caught your attention was the small bundle of lilies tied together by a red ribbon on your bed. They looked freshly picked, their petals moist and twinkling like stars underneath the moonlight.

The next morning, you had asked one of your attendants if your betrothed had left any flowers for you but they only looked at you in surprise.

“My Lord has yet to return from the trip he left for a few days ago.”

“Oh.”

Upon further inquiry concerning the inspiration behind your questions, you simply laughed them off and changed the subject to the beautiful flower garden that you often gazed at from your window. The flower garden where there was not a single lily in sight.

——

You stared at the gardens being tended to, various people scurrying around and others watering or planting something. In your hands was a bottle of perfume you had received as a gift from your ‘lover’ but the gift felt less authentic compared to the lilies you had received a week earlier. You sprayed the perfume in the air, it was said to smell like spring and you wanted to test that.

“Ah, it does smell like spring.” You said thoughtfully, the scent slowly spreading around you.

Another voice chimed in, “What an odd thing it is to capture an entire season within a bottle of perfume.”

You jumped in surprise before turning to search your room, looking for the source of the voice. There was nobody there- did one of your attendants enter your room without you hearing it? Then where did they go? In the bathroom? With that thought, you walked with caution toward the door that led to your bathroom and opened it. The room was empty.

You turned to the windowsill, the sun peeked at you from the horizon as orange light filtered into your room. You could still hear the sound of people tending to the garden, and when your heart settled you realised you no longer had the bottle of perfume on your person.

You walked to the window to check if you had dropped it outside by accident, but there was no bottle in sight. You decided to check your room; but that thought was discarded by the gentle tug on your garments from behind you.

Heart racing, you turned slowly to the sight of your perfume bottle placed on the windowsill. Either someone (or something) placed it there or you’ve begun to lose your mind, because you were completely sure that it wasn’t there before.

Before you could fully wrap your mind around the situation, a knock sounded at your door causing your heart to skip. Heading toward the open window, planning to close it for the sun had already settled underneath the horizon, you gave the person on the other side of your door permission to enter.

It was an attendant with news of your fiance returning the following day, and how there would be a special dinner where you would dine with him. You acknowledged the news with an absent mind, your attention had been diverted to your mysterious occurrence and after a few days of no odd occurrences you had begun to forget what had happened.

This did not last very long.

It was a moonless night and you lay wide awake in your bed, staring at your ceiling that was lit by the reading light by your bedside.

The longer you spent in this castle, the more homesick you felt. Closing your eyes, you began to think of endless fields that surrounded your home. As nobles, your parents had owned various properties and land, to them it was a showcase of their extravagant financial background but for you? Those various places you would visit with them gave you leeway to explore your curiosities. Back with your parents, you did not spend more than a fortnight within the same four walls and there was always something new to explore.

At your fiance’s castle, everything had been dimmed down to a dull responsibility. Could you say you loved him? No, even the small spark of interest you had felt before coming here had all but been snuffed out along with the wonder that came from this castle when it was new to you. Now, you knew every room and every corner inside the castle, every single flower and every single weed outside of it. But, just outside the premises was a forest that you would have liked to explore if it wasn’t expected of you to remain as you are. You were basically a prisoner!! And now your nights grew longer and longer as sleep escaped you because of your homesickness and need for adventure.

You sighed and closed your eyes, once again forcing sleep upon yourself but your eyes snapped open at the sound of melodic, soft humming coming from the window that faced the garden.

You sat up slowly, eyes focused on the faint sliver-like glowing by the window which was different from the orange of your candle-light and that glowing light hummed into the dark of the night. The longer you listened, the more the humming sounded like distinguishable words.

“Sun and moon rejoice,” the light by the window begun to take the form of a person, he had pale blonde hair that shone like moonlight, “birds of dawn sing songs anew,” His eyes were a bold crimson and shimmered like stars, “far from home, with you.”

The humming came to a close and the ‘light’ at your window now looked like a person who seemed almost transparent. It was as if a gentle wind could blow him away into a million shiny particles.

“Did you enjoy the haiku?” He spoke, still facing the gardens from your window.

Gathering some courage, you answered, “I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Your answer seemed to please him for he turned to you with a gentle smile. “My name is Kaedehara Kazuha, and I am glad to officially introduce myself to you.”

His manners and polite nature had drowned a majority of your inhibitions, so you introduced yourself to him

and spent the rest of the night reciting poetry and exchanging stories about yourselves till the sun rose again.

You spent every night for the next few weeks in the presence of the ghost in your room until a particular night when you mentioned your desire to see what was beyond the gates of the castle you resided in.

“I have left many times and I can assure you, words cannot describe the wonders of it.” Kazuha said. You were both seated by the COUCHES in your room.  “Would you like to see it for yourself?”

Your heart fluttered at the possibility, “How?”

And that is how you found yourself standing hand in hand with Kazuha in front of a lake in the forest. The surface of the water rippled around where lillies drifted slowly across it. The moon’s reflection danced over the lake, and a think layer of fog lingered around the water.

“You were right,” you began quietly, “words cannot describe this.” You wiggled your bare toes over the soft damp grass on the ground, you held your shoes in the hand that wasn’t locked with Kazuha’s.

The man in question spoke with a smile, “If I had known you would share my sentiments so much, I would’ve brought you here earlier.” You hummed in agreement, knowing a lifetime long of a wait was worth a few seconds of living this moment and every other moment you would spend with Kazuha from then on.

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Lmao

gilbert: trips and falls

mc: cute.

silvio: are you serious? are you okay? mc please get some help if you seriously think that’s cute-

mc: i wasn’t talking about gilbert…

silvio: oh- embarrassingly walks away

mc to keith: i was talking about gilbert.

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Obsessed, obsessed, obsessed.

“Who are you?” He asked.

I did not know whether I should’ve laughed at the question or strangled myself.

“Who am I? You tell me who I am, because I’ve filled so much of myself with you that I can no longer be defined outside of you.”

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Seriously when I played this part of the chapter, I was screaming at myself to remember it's Gil's route, not Chev

Again, Chevalier content from Gil's route

Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler

I can't tell if Chevalier is being our therapist or just genuinely concerned about Gilbert.

But either way, the brutal beast isn't beasting.

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Hello to my new unhealthy fictional fixation

rushed to make this immediately after seeing the tweet its literally him

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“It’s like a disease, loving you, for you are all I can know.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Summary: Your life was hopeless and death was your salvation. Or at least, that’s what Dazai told you. Despite your reluctance to entertain his shenanigans you had come to depend on him. Living sucks but acknowledging that with another makes it suck a little bit less. Just a bit.

Starring: Dazai Osamu

Genre: romance

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, implied sexual relationship,

Author’s note: It’s technically the 13th according to some timezones… Happy valentine’s day to everyone! His character might be a bit oc, especially at the end. (Look, I tried my best) Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome as far as I know!!

Word count: 943 words

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“I don’t suppose that offer for double suicide is taken yet, right?” You murmured over the glass cup that pressed against your lips.

“I wonder what kind of damned situation you could possibly be in that made you come to accept my offer of all offers.” Dazai said, his own words muffled by his knuckles pressed against his lips.

You both stared at the bartender as he worked non-stop through various drink orders. The lights in the bar blurred into indistinguishable shapes and swayed side to side to the rhythm of the music that was playing.

“I’m feeling generous.” You said, no longer minding the slur of your voice after having a few drinks.

“You’re feeling drunk.” He replied, his eyes watching the ice melt in his whiskey. “I could lend an ear instead.”

“If I tell you what’s wrong, you will then see how pitiful I truly am and then take your offer back.”

He smiled. “I’m quite pitifull myself. I look up to those who can surpass me in that.”

The truth was, since you met Dazai things in your life did not get better. You had nobody then, and now all you had was the idiot you had hooked up with on a night you felt particularly lonely- but you’ve always have been alone. Maybe the best term to describe the way you felt that night was ‘being on the edge’, and Dazai pulled you in with his charm and pathetic shenanigans. Eventually, all that troubled you drowned in his presence and your anxieties felt smaller than they were for that night, and every other night you had spent with him. These moments with Dazai were the line between life and death for you.

“There’s nothing I can do for you.” Dazai said with conviction, after you explained your situation to him. You didn’t want his help, but him acknowledging that your problems are enough made your body relax. You took another shot.

“Of course there isn’t.”

———

The relationship between you and Dazai was unique. Live like the other doesn’t exist until the weekend, meet up at the bar, exchange your different experiences with existential dread, sleep together, go home and repeat.

It had been after three months of this routine when it you finally decided to break things off with Dazai. Through your unfortunate experiences with relationships; friends, family and lovers alike, you learned that when being with another person to any extent, you will get hurt.

The distance between the both of you on the bed could never reveal the intimacy you shared not even 10 minutes ago. You stared at the in-suite bathroom door in silence, your back facing Dazai as you ran through your thoughts to try find a way to begin the ‘break up’ talk. You weren’t even together officially. Dazai had… a reputation, and the last thing you needed was to reveal the true nature of your attraction to him. This distance was necessary to keep everything in check.

“We’ve been doing this for weeks and yet you still refuse to look at me once it’s done,” Dazai spoke from behind you.

“I don’t want to look at you.”

“But you’re in my bed-“

“Shut up.”

He let out a sound of amusement before running the tips of his fingers down the line of your spine. You focused on the sensation as he traced down your back, then he changed the direction of his touch and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. His forehead rested on the back of your neck and he resumed brushing his fingers against your skin.

“I prepared a gift for you.” He said, his tone held meaning beneath it but your unsettled heart did not leave you room to think.

“A gift?”

“The 14th of February is coming soon and I prepared something.”

You did not look forward to going back to your home. You much prefered jumping off the bridge you walk down on your way to your home than anything else but Dazai… prepared something for you? You cannot even say you and him had anything special, but your overgrown dependence (how could you dare define it as just dependence?) is what pushed you to looking forward to another day. Supposedly, that is what other people call ‘hope’, and how dare he try to force it onto you.

You stared ahead at the door, fingers twitching as you itched to push Dazai away and leave and never return again.

“I don’t want anything from you.” You lied. You tried to pull your body out of his embrace but he wouldn’t allow it.

"Not even the gift I had spent valuable time preparing?"

You couldn't answer. Dazai took your silence as affirmation and slid out of the bed. He moved around from behind you as you stared at the crumpled sheets beneath your palms and a few moments later, he was back beside you and handing you a small box wrapped neatly in shiny red gift wrapping.

“Open it,” he whispered, and after settling your nerves, you opened it.

It was a gun.